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Lessons (Carl Grimes x Reader - Smut)

WARNINGS: Carl cheating on Enid, Fingering, Oral on both sides, Penetration, Head-pushing, Spelling and Grammar mistakes, Not proof-read

Small Summary: Carl asking reader for advice on how to have sex for the first time for Enid. She does more than give him advice, she shows him.

3,791 WORDS

You rested your back against the soft fabric couch as you flipped your fingers through a book, your only source of entertainment. Everyone else was asleep but you.

You closed your book when you heard a knock on the door. The house you lived in was one in Alexandria. Carol lived there with you too but tonight she was on watch duty. Opening the door, you saw Carl. His eyes looking down and twiddling with his thumbs.

“Hey Carl, what are you doing up so late?” you wondered as he came in, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch with you.

“I just wanted to talk to you about something…” he rested his hands down on his lap, not knowing what to do with them due to his nervousness.

“Alright… go ahead, kid,” you were interested. What could he want this late? And why is he so nervous? It caught your attention.

“This might be weird but um… Enid wants to take our relationship to the next level,” he hid his face by looking down at his busted shoes.

“Next level? Like what? You guys gonna get married like Glenn and Maggie,” you got slightly excited to the idea of a new marriage.

“No, well I don’t know… not yet.”

“Ooohh so it’s gonna happen, huh? You sly dog,” you teased him while elbowing his arm.

“No! I mean… we haven’t known each other for long…”

“Neither did Glenn and Maggie but they’re made for each other,” you loved their relationship. You thought it was cute. Calling each other “wife” and “husband” although they weren’t officially married.

“Anyway… she wants to h-have ermm…” he paused, looking at you to try and read your expression. “s-sex,” he whispered.

“Oh. Wow. So what are you doing here for? Go have fun with your lil’ girlfriend,” you pointed out the door.

“About that, I don’t really know… anything about doing uh sex,” he flicked his hat. “I know the basics, like how people like getting umm licked down there and inserting stuff into um places but I want to make sure she has a good time…”

“So you want me to give you advice?”

“Yeah…” You sinked back down into the couch, thinking about it.

“Why’d you come to me to ask about that?” you turned your head to face the blushing boy.

“Well, I know you won’t judge me… and you give good advice.” he started to gain more confidence, knowing that your chill with the idea.

“I don’t know. It’s kind of hard to explain.” You were only a couple years older than Carl. But you had experience. You had multiple boyfriends during the apocalypse. And of course you did it with them. Who doesn’t need a little relief during such a horrible time?

“Please try,” he put a hand on your knee. His eyes full of desperation. You looked at the hand on your knee then back at Carl, realizing his beauty.

“Why don’t me and you… do it then,” the moment you realized the surprise of his expression, you started babbling. “J-Just to teach you! And It’ll be a one time thing! We won’t tell ANYONE,” you flung your hands around.

Carl sat quiet. Looking down at his boots again, thinking about it. He turned his head, looking at you. You stood up straight, nervous for the first time around Carl. “Just… one time,” he folded his fingers to form a one. “ To teach me.”

“Yes! Yes, of course.”

“Okay… yeah. So, what do I do first?” he sat criss-cross on the couch, facing you entirely.

“Well, you kiss her first,” you then took Carl’s hand and put it against your cheek. “You hold her face gently,” you pressed and gently rubbed your cheek against his hand. Carl started to turn red. “Then both of you lean in.”

You and Carl inched closer. Your lips brushing against each other. “Then you press your lips against hers, slowly. Then build up into a deep kiss. Using your tongue gently.” Carl hesitated but you kissed him first. He kissed you back, slowly starting to get into it. You then opened your mouth, sliding your tongue slowly into Carl’s mouth. Your jaw moving in sync with your deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing him deeper into your mouth. Carl slowly slid his tongue into your mouth this time.

You moaned into the kiss, pressing your body against his. You took his hands and moved them to your waist.

“Don’t be afraid to touch her… or me,” you separated your lips. Creating distance between the two of you, you moved back and rested your back against the armrest of the couch.

“W-What what are we doing now?” he sat with his hands between his legs like a puppy.

“I’m going to teach you how to undress a woman,” you said before pulling him by his collar so he was between your legs as you sat.

“U-Undress you? I t-think I already know how to undress…”

“Yes, you can undress yourself but what about another person. You know how to undo a bra?” You asked. He shook his head. Carl scooched closer to you with his back straight. “C’mon, undress me.”

“Are you sure… you’re okay with me seeing you with umm no clothes on?” You nodded. “Okay…” he pulled the ends of your shirt. You lifted your arms so it was easier for him to take it off. Lifting the shirt up slowly, he put it gently against the table.

“Now… unclip my bra,” you said as you leaned your torso forward so his head was on your shoulder, looking at your back. “So, you see the clasps? You have to push them together, then push the right strap over the other one.”

Carl stuck his tongue slightly out his lips, trying to get it. “It’s okay if you don’t get it the first time. It was hard for me to do when I got my first bra,” you reassured him.

After a few tries and a little help, he got it unclasped. You held the bra in place, waiting for him to look at you. When he went back to his previous position, you let the bra fall from your shoulders. Carl immediately looked away, nervous. “Hey… Hey. Don’t be nervous. Give me your hand,” he did as you said and put his hand on yours. “Now, it’s okay to look. Just don’t compare mine to Enids. It’s disrespectful.” He nodded as he turned his head to look at your breasts. The red on his face returning. “Make sure you compliment her but you HAVE to mean it.”

“Like… ‘you have nice boobs’?” you chuckled at his response.

“You could say that. But something less… vulgar is better. Like ‘your body is beautiful’” his hand twitched against your grasp. “Are you ready to touch them?” you held his hands, inches away from your chest. “I’ll show you how to massage and treat them,” he nodded. You placed his hand on your breast. “You can squeeze but never to hard,” you took a peak to his groin and noticed his growing bulge. He sinked his fingers into your boob, squeezing them gently. The touch making you squirm. “You can massage them and squeeze their nipples but never too hard,” he gulped before gently kneading your breasts while squeezing your nipple with his other hand.

“Use your mouth.”

“My mouth?!”

“Mhm, you can lick, suck, and bite my nipples. BUT if you’re gonna bite be gentle. VERY gentle. Like a lil’ nibble,” you chuckled. He leaned it slowly as you took his hat and put it aside. He opened his mouth and surrounded your nipple with his lips. He gently nibbled on it, like you said. It sent a jolt down to your pussy.

“Just like that, Carl. You’re doing so good,” you run fingers through his long hair. His cock twitched to your praise. You felt his soft tongue against your nipple as he left kitten licks. As he sucked on your nipple, you were reminded of something.

“Carl,” he looked up at you through his lashes as he continued. “Do you know how to leave a hickey?” He removed his mouth from your chest, the cold breeze making them harder. He shook his head. You pointed to spot, just above your nipple. “Put your mouth here and suck. It’ll leave a bruise but it won’t hurt me. Unless you suck really hard.”

“Why would I leave a bruise on you?” he asked, confused.

“It’s sort of like… marking whats yours. But for now, it’s just for teaching,” he put his lips on the spot you pointed at and sucked. “Not for too long now,” as he finished bruising your skin, he gave it a kiss before stepping back to look at his accomplishment.

“Did… that hurt?” you looked down at your chest and caressed the bruise.

“No, you’re being so gentle with me, Carl,” you brought him closer and kissed him on his cheek. He chuckled quietly.

“One more thing before we get to the actual umm penetration,” Carl was still nervous. He knew what was coming next. “Take of my pants…” Carl blushed extremely but he did as told. He sat back and grabbed the top of your sweats. You lifted your legs up on his shoulders as he took them off. He stared at your panties. At their black lacey trim.

“Do you… always wear underwear like these?” he pulled at his collar.

“They’re cute, right? I’m happy to finally show them to someone,” you giggled. “But you can look at them more when they’re off my body,” you teased. His expression amusing. He put his fingers through the top of your panties this time, seeing his fingers through the lace. He slowly pulled them down.

“Not every vagina looks the same, so don’t be surprised if hers looks different than mine. And again don’t compare,” you reminded. He stared at your pussy, his hands rested on your thighs. You spread your legs, giving him a better view. You spread your lips, putting your finger to your clit.

“This… This is my clit. Some guys aren’t able to find it. But it’s here,” his eye darting to it. You took his hand and looked at his eye. You caressed his fingers before inserting them inside your mouth, his face in shock. His fingers became slick with your saliva as you wrapped your tongue around his fingers, separating them with your tongue. You gave them a kiss before leaving the grasp. “Use these to rub my clit,” you whispered, referring to his fingers. His breath was shaky.

He snaked his hand down to your clit, eyeing it to make sure he was doing it.

“How do I um… rub it?” he asked, his fingers grazing over your sweet spot.

“Okay, so the clit is the sweet spot. It has a lot of nerves. You can rub it a lot of ways. But the common way is in a circular motion,” you sounded like a sex-ed teacher. Carl looked at you then back at your pussy. He leaned in close, so his face was inches from yours but he still had a good view of what he was doing.

He pushed down on your clit, gently. Rubbing it in the motion you described. You sat up straight, the pleasure causing random squirms through out your body. Carl focused his eyes on your face. The redness of your cheek and the pleasure in your eyes. He liked it. He liked making you feel good. Makes him feel accomplished. He slammed his lips against yours. Kissing you on his own. His deep kissing that he learned from you. You whimpered against his lips, his tongue roaming your mouth as he rubbed you in circles faster. He let go, giving you a moment to breathe.

“F-Finger me,” you panted. Carl was excited. He ran fingers through your pussy, finding your hole. He paused for a moment, waiting for your instructions. “Go on, put it in,” he followed. You breathed as his finger hits your depths. “Y-You feel that soft part of flesh towards my pussy?” Carl nudged his finger against it, making you to let out a small moan. “That’s the g-spot. It’s also a sweet spot. Keep pushing your finger against it.”

He repeatedly kept hitting your g-spot. You moaned harder than before. Your breath repeatedly going in and out with whimpers. “Fuck… Carl,” you rubbed his cheek. He kissed your palm as you slowly pushed your head back. He pushed his palm against your clit, the rhythm of his fingers moving with his palm. You flung your head back to place. “W-What are you doing?” you breathed between words.

“It doesn’t feel good?” he paused for a moment. You put your hand on his wrist.

“No, keep going… I just didn’t expect that,” you bit your lip, desperate for his touch. “But I still have another thing to show you,” you grabbed his shoulder and pushed him down so he was laying face to face with your vagina.

You spread your lips again. “I want you to suck it… like you did with my tits,” you demanded as you squeezed one of your breasts.

“H-How?” he took in the sight of how wet you were, seeping down your thighs.

“Lick and suck my clit.”

He breathed against your clit before making contact with his mouth. When you felt his slimy hot tongue rub against your clit as he sucked, you held on to the headrest of the couch. He flicks his tongue up and down while gripping your thighs.

“God, Carl. Enid’s one lucky girl,” you put your hand to the back of his head. He wasn’t thinking of Enid until you reminded him. He was just thinking of you. Making you feel good. He wondered why he didn’t come to you sooner.

He continued to fuck you with his tongue, his eye focused on yours. You thrust your hips against his mouth. He put his mouth, focused on your clit. Sucking and licking over your folds. Your moans were getting louder. You squeezed his head with your thighs as you gripped his hair, making it messy. Carl brought both of his hands under your thighs so he could lick you deeply, pushing your pussy against his mouth. Your face was red and sweaty with your mouth gaping open, letting out every huff. Carl closed his eyes, passionately making out with your pussy as he slowly grinded his hips against the cushion below him, trying to get his hard-on to calm down.

You whimpered in confused when he stopped. “What… what’s wrong?” Carl got up and kissed you. You could taste yourself through his lips.

“Please help me with this,” he pleaded as he gripped his bulge. You blushed profusely. You pushed a flat palm on his chest causing him to fall back on the couch.

“Alright, let’s focus on you,” you smirked as you sat him up to remove his plaid jacket. His body was warm. You pulled off his white shirt after. He shivered under the sudden coldness but as you pressed your naked body against his, kissing him, he managed to get warmer. You placed your hand on his chest. You finished the kiss, trailing your kisses from his neck, torso, and now v-line.

You gripped the sides of his torso as you rubbed your face against his bulge. You took off his pants, gripping his boxers at the same time so they came off together.

When you saw his cock, you were a bit in shock. You haven’t seen a dick in a while and seeing Carls sent electricity through you. You pressed your lips against it as it rested towards your face. Carl let out a shaky breath. You stuck out your tongue, leaving kitten licks on his shaft.

Kissing the tip of his cock, you licked away his precum before putting your whole mouth on his dick. Your tongue licking his tip while you sucked. His cock was swollen against your mouth. Carl moaned, his hand moving to grip your hair gently. You sucked his cock deeper, nearly feeling his balls against your chin. You bobbed your head up and down when suddenly his grip tightened and he took control of your pace. He pushed your head all the way deep, hitting the back of your throat. You flung back, coughing slightly.

“Listen, be careful with your headpushes. Some girls don’t fuck with it,” you warned before going down on him again.

“Do you?” he asked, his breath hitching. You giggled while his cock was in your mouth.

“Mhmm,” you cooed. Carl sat up and started gently rubbing your head. As you bobbed your head up and down, Carl shoved your head deeper into his dick. He caught you by surprise and that made you gag and cough even more than expected. He head-pushed you as a furious pace, your throat being abused. Tears streamed down your cheeks. You closed an eye to fixate on Carl. His head back and his growls loud. He looked at your face as he put his head back in place. He fastened his pace. You felt his dick squirm under your mouth. So you used your strength to push down on his thighs and release your mouth from him.

You sat up, coughing and gagging. “Jesus Carl,” you wiped your mouth with your arm.

“Huh… what?” He was confused that he didn’t reach his high. “Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry,” he was concerned.

“No, you did nothing wrong,” you licked your lips, savoring his taste. “I don’t want you to cum yet,” you got him laying back down on the sofa.

You crawled over him and laid down on his chest. “This is the best part,” you whispered into his ear. You kissed him, “For you and me.” You got up and hovered over his cock. Carl used his hands to carefully align his dick to your entrance. “Are you ready?” Carl nodded. You grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. You slowly fell down on his cock. Moans and long shivering breathes escaping. Once you got all the way down to his balls, you felt his tip kissing your cervix.

“Mm~ Carl… how do you feel?” you laid your torso down on his chest, your faces inches closer.

“Ah~ You feel so good. Your pussy is so soft and warm,” he groaned as you lifted your hips up and down on him. You kissed him intensely as your moans vibrated through him. Carl used his hands to guide your hips as you rode him. You let go of his lips, moving them to his neck. Kissing and licking it as his head rested against yours. You moved your hips faster, his moans uncontrollable.

“Oh, Carl. Thank you for letting me be your teacher,” you put your torso up, his eyes scanning every part of your body. You pressed your hand on his chest for better balance. You slanted your inner eyebrows, going faster as the room was full of the sound of skin slapping.

Carl groped your tit as you grinded your hips. You felt the pressure of his dick on your g-spot and cervix. You moaned his name which caused him to push your hips faster and deeper into him. His growls running through your ears.

All the grinding and friction of the back of his head caused his eye bandage to come loose and slip off his face. When you looked at his face and realized what happened, you slowly stopped bouncing.

He felt the breeze coming on his wounded eye socket and covered his eye. “Shit! I-I’m sorry… you’re probably all freaked out now,” he worried insecurely.

You smiled as you leaned down and placed multiple kisses around his wound. He was stunned. “You’re so cute, Carl,” you snickered.

“Y-You’re not… grossed out?”

“This wound is just a part of you. You’re beautiful no matter what, no wound will change that.” You smiled as you continued to bounce your hips at the same fast pace. Carl was bashful towards your words. You made him feel loved and confident. You were back to making out, spit surrounding your mouths. Your faces full of enjoyment. Both of you could feel the breaths of your moans.

You felt the skin above his dick, pressing against your clit.

“I-I’m gonna-“ you put a finger to his lips. You’re face messy in front of him.

“Do it inside me,” you moaned. You wanted to feel the warm slimy fluid in you. You grinded faster, burying your head in his chest. Your drool all over his skin.

Carl wrapped his arms tightly around your back, keeping you in place as he thrusted fast and hard into you. His groans getting wilder.

You both let out a scream as he released in you. His thrusts slowing down then fastening again. Your legs quivered. His cum poured out of you and splattered over his thighs.

You let out one final shaky breath, giving him a peck. Carl raised his back, still huffing. You were on his lap.

“That’s the end of our lesson,” you whispered seductively. You sat up carefully, cum all over the sofa. Carl grabbed his bandage but you grabbed his wrist before he could wrap it around his eye. You placed another small peck under it then one more on his lips.

“Don’t forget what I said about your eye,” you smiled before putting your cute underwear back on along with your shirt followed by your pants. Carl did the same.

“Thank you… for tonight,” Carl blushed. You smiled.

“You’re more than ready to go fuck your girlfriend now,” you giggled. Carl averted his eyes.

“Do you think… maybe we can do this again?” he asked, twiddling with his fingers again. Your eyes widened, surprised that he’d want to go to you again.

“Hmm, what about Enid?” you wondered. “You should go to her. She’ll be wondering where you are,” you avoided the question. Carl frowned. “Just… try it with Enid,” you put a hand on his chest. “And trust me, I had a great time,” you carefully put your hands under his shirt and wrapped them around his body.

“You should go… before Carol comes back,” you advised while the birds started to chirp. Carl agreed and stepped a foot out your door frame. You stood in front of it. Carl looked at you before giving you a goodbye kiss then he started walking. You closed the door and immediately started wiping down the leftover sperm from the couch. You kept reminding yourself to get a morning after pill as fast as you could.

[citrussmootee]

i wanted to put more thought on that modern au doodle i did with both of these gals, Alice M. (mcgee) liddell and Alice C.(caroll) Liddell who met each other in a group therapy session because i thought it would be genius. little rant on the designs i did!! based alice c.'s clothes on the particular copy of the book that i have ! it has a green cover ; this one so more green... blue... the hearts, the clock

i wanted her to seem whimsy more "weird" the orange crocs and stuff were something i found funny, she seems the type to unironically put gibits on them and such... she has a baby doll type dress and pants over it because i just think these would fit a modern alice ? peep the cat on her pants leg hehe, the flamingos and the rose vines on her coat/sleeves are a direct call to the croquet match scene too for her hair, i love making their stark differences prominent. GOD im obsessed with it OTL shes deff a more whimsical/kind bright wonder in direct opposition to alice m's dark and dreary kind of vibe weehee

speaking of her! i really wanted to base her clothes more on the environment that the game puts us in, through the first scene specifically... but i think i kind of diverted form it just a little too much and ended up hyperfixiating on blue butterflies again because of how many times ive seen those things plunging to my death. but anyway, the sort of lace/crochet over coat based on the vale of tears...weepy tear shaped crystals that i think are gorgis. there isnt a direct reason why i placed a spade on her bag other than i really like spades. (also the spade card is somewhat always kind of associated with skulls..i think..) she has a keychain of the ruin baby and the two symbols she has on her apron, gold teeth necklace too i wanted her to seem like a more darker version of alice c. but they're basically the same font different colors type of thing. alice in wonderland has been my favorite book since childhood so UGHH im just a little less than normal about these two. WAHEE okay sorry for the rant i just wanted to point things out and babble a little bit TEEHEE

[justabigassnerd]

Caught

Pairing - Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell x daughter!reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word count - 1,626

Warnings - swearing, mostly fluff

Summary - you and Bradley had kept your relationship a secret... but what happens when Goose and Maverick find out?

A/N - it be time for another request y'all! I'm so sorry with how long it's taking me to get through these but I really am trying y'all I swear. hopefully, I'll get into a groove and be able to pump more fics out for y'all. anyways I won't ramble, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!!

Growing up with Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell as your father, you’d been taught from an early age that you could tell your dad anything. He never let anything you wanted to tell him about feel unimportant. If you babbled to him after preschool about how Sarah had pushed over Tom in the playground, he was giving you his full attention and voicing his own thoughts on the matter. As you got older, you knew you could talk to your dad about any problem that would plague your mind. If someone was bothering you, Maverick would be there to listen and offer advice if you wanted it. He always made an effort to be there for you.

However, despite the trust you had in your dad. There was one thing he didn’t know about you.

Maverick was ignorant of one thing that was going on in your life and that was your relationship with his RIO’s son, Bradley Bradshaw. You’d been raised alongside Bradley, nothing more than half a year between the two of you and while Goose had constantly joked, much to Maverick’s annoyance, that you and Bradley would get together, he never thought it would actually happen. Not until the two of you moved out at least.

You and Bradley were quiet about your relationship, holding hands underneath the dinner table when over at each other’s houses and sneaking kisses when your parents were in another room. On the weekends, when Goose, Carole, and Maverick would go out for most of the day, you would either spend time at Bradley’s house or vice versa, or you would go out on little dates to places you knew neither your parents nor any of your dad’s team frequented, so you’d remain undisturbed. For the first few months of your relationship, this arrangement worked smoothly, and no one was clued into your relationship with Bradley. It wasn’t that you were embarrassed to share your relationship, it was more worry about how both your dad and Goose would react to the news. Carole ended up finding out about your relationship a week before your dad and Goose did, Bradley wanted some motherly advice on relationships, and he had asked beforehand if you were okay with Carole knowing which you were fine with, with the condition she kept it quiet until you and Bradley found the best moment to tell Goose and Maverick.

The moment that your dad and Goose found out came sooner than you and Bradley would’ve liked. One weekend, your dad and Bradley’s parents had agreed to meet up at the beach with Iceman, Slider, and their significant others while you and Bradley had opted to stay behind under the guise of wanting to study together and do school work. After the adults left the house, you and Bradley waited for a minute before shoving your books aside and moving to the sofa. You immediately curled into Bradley’s side as he switched on the television, looking up at him softly as he moved his gaze to look down at you.

“You okay, baby?” He asks softly, his gentle smile never leaving his face as you nod.

“I’m more than okay. I’m perfect.” You reply in a soft whisper, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“You missed.” Bradley says teasingly, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss which you reciprocate immediately, shuffling in his embrace to kiss him easier as you wind your arms around the back of his neck and Bradley’s hands rested on your hips. However, because you were engrossed in each other’s presence with the tv blaring in the background, you both failed to hear the jangling of keys in the lock and your dad entering the house.

“What the fuck is going on here!?” The shocked and raised voice of your father makes you and Bradley jump away from each other, worry crossing both of your features.

“Dad, what are you doing home? You literally just left.” You say with a nervous chuckle, attempting to diffuse the obvious tension that was filling the room.

“I forgot my wallet and it’s a good thing I did. Now answer my question, what is going on?” Maverick asks, and the moment you open your mouth to try and find a response he holds his hand up to stop you talking.

“Actually, you can explain it to Goose and Carole as well.” He then says, crossing back to the front door and throwing it open to see his RIO and Carole in Goose’s Bronco.

“Goose, get your ass in here! Carole, you too. Looks like a Bradshaw-Mitchell meeting is needed.” Maverick calls out to his friends and waits for them to come into the house, closing the door behind them and ushering them into the living room while you and Bradley remained frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

“Mav, what’s this about? Ice will kill us if we’re late.” Goose says as he enters the living room, barely batting an eyelid at you and Bradley sat closely together while Carole offered a sympathetic smile to the two of you, knowing what you’re about to endure.

“I just caught these two kissing. Like full-on kissing.” Maverick says, an accusing finger pointing at you and Bradley as Goose’s jaw drops, eyes widening as Maverick’s words sink in.

“Wha- these two?” Goose splutters, making you bury your head in Bradley’s shoulder in an attempt to escape the embarrassment.

“Hey, I need a bit of space between you two, back it up.” Maverick says, making you pull away from Bradley slightly to glare at your dad.

“Dad, are you serious?” You ask, and that’s when Carole decides that now is the time to step in.

“Boys, you two need to calm down.” Carole intervenes, getting both Maverick and Goose’s attention on her.

“But they hid this from us for who knows how long? How are you not angry?” Maverick manages to say, running a hand through his hair. At the silence that follows Maverick’s question, Goose connects the dots and turns to his wife.

“Honey, did you know about this?” Goose asks hesitantly, both Maverick and Goose watching Carole carefully as she nods.

“Bradley came to me a week ago. They wanted to tell you, but they were scared about how you would react and just from what I’ve seen their worries were proven right with the way you two have reacted.” Carole says, an accusing glare fired the men’s way as they exchange a look.

“y/n is my little girl.” Maverick weakly argues, making your face heat up at his words.

“Bradley’s my baby boy but I still want him to be happy and if he’s happy with y/n and she’s happy with him that’s all we should be focused on.” Carole says and it was Bradley’s turn to blush now, glancing down at his lap as you slip your hand into his and squeeze it softly.

“Brad, are you happy with y/n?”

“y/n/n, are you happy with Bradley?” Both questions leave Goose and Maverick’s mouths simultaneously. All eyes were on you and Bradley as you briefly glance at each other, smiling softly before looking back over at Goose and Maverick.

“Yes.”

“Yes.” The answers left your mouth in tandem as Bradley ran his thumb over the back of your hand. Goose and Maverick exchanged a look before shrugging.

“It probably was bound to happen, wasn’t it?” Maverick says, a slight chuckle escaping him as he speaks while Goose nods.

“Well I did call it, but I thought they’d at least wait a year until college so we wouldn’t have to be victim to their teenage PDA.” Goose says, receiving a soft slap on the arm from Carole at the teasing aimed at you and Bradley.

“Oh hush, you know we were just as bad. And it’s not like these two haven’t grown up seeing us kiss, honey.” Carole says, leaning up to give Goose a kiss to accentuate her point. With the tension now gone, you curl back into Bradley’s side, smiling as he presses a feather-light kiss to the top of your head.

“Just don’t break each other’s hearts.” Maverick warns gently, glancing between you and Bradley as you nod.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Mav.” Bradley says, his smile never leaving his face.

“I don’t think I ever could. I love him too much.” You affirm, looking up at Bradley before giving him a soft, gentle kiss.

“Alright, we’ll leave you to it. But I don’t want to be a grandad at this age so be careful you two.” Maverick teases as you groan and toss a pillow at him, missing and narrowly avoiding hitting Goose in the process.

“See that, Bradley? Don’t piss off a Mitchell.” Goose says with a laugh as Maverick rolls his eyes and jokingly shoves him.

“We should make our way to the beach, boys. I’m sure the others are wondering where we are.” Carole says, diverting the attention and both Maverick and Goose nod as you detach yourself from Bradley to find your dad’s wallet and give it to him before he pulls you into a hug.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Maverick whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you too, dad.” You reply before pulling away with a gentle smile. After pulling away from the hug, Goose, Maverick, and Carole bid you and Bradley goodbye and make their way out to the Bronco.

“When we get to the beach someone remind me that Ice now owes me twenty bucks now that we know y/n and Bradley are together.” Goose says as he turns the key and starts the engine while Maverick nods.

“Got it… wait, you made a bet?”

[carolmunson]

carol’s at the laundromat mat, so:

older!modern!eddie it is.

(tw: implied sexual themes, implied smut/spanking idk. they argue but it’s kind of hot leave me alone.)

Gwen whines, not used to having to sit still for so long and the iPad lost her interest twenty minutes ago. He bounces her on his lap to try and make her laugh but she’s tired and grouchy; he’s out of snacks — forgetting how long this takes when he’s not in control of it. When the only thing you can do is wait.

“Wan’ go home daddy,” she pouts, resting her curly head on his shoulder, “Pwease.”

“I know you do, baby girl,” he coos, big ringed hand smoothing over her back, “But we wouldn’t be here if you didn’t put your crayons in the washing machine.”

She huffs, burying her face in his neck and pushing her body further into him. Maybe if she melts his heart enough he’ll relent and take her home; but he can’t leave you here to do it all yourself.

You come over from switching the loads into the dryer; it’s a dead night so you can use a few to make the process a little faster. You’re about as grouchy as Gwen is; annoyed that you had to retreat and wash the loads you did originally and now that you have to get the washing machine professionally fixed. You run your tongue over your teeth when you sit down next to them, crossing your arms against your chest with a huff that matches your daughters.

Two grouchy girls.

“Why don’t you take her home and I’ll fold it all?” he offers quietly.

“No. I’m the one doing the laundry because you’re so out of touch you can barely work a laundry card. You can deal with an angry toddler,” you snap.

“Well right now I’m dealing with two angry toddlers, so,” he snaps back with a shrug; his voice is cool and calm. The measured tone puts warmth in your chest; perks up your posture.

“I’m not acting like a toddler,” you say back, Gwen occupied now with Eddie’s phone, looking at herself in the front facing camera.

“All that huffing and puffing?” his brows raise, “Coulda fooled me.”

“Shut up, Ed,” your voice sour, reaching into your canvas tote to take out a book while you wait for the clothes to run through the dryer.

“Steeb!” Gwen smiles, the FaceTime ring coming in with his photo in the corner. Eddie tosses you a tight look before answering the call, connecting an AirPod to one ear and the other on Gwen.

“Hold on to it, Gwenny,” he instructs.

“Kay, daddy,” she nods while he holds the phone in front of her face. Steve smiles at the sight of her.

“Hi girl,” he coos, “How are you, lady?”

“We’re at the washa-masheen sto’,” she smiles.

His brow quirks, Eddie leaning forward to explain her toddler-ese, “We’re at the laundromat.”

“Ew. Why?” Steve’s face sours at the thought of a laundromat, sharing machines, leaving things behind.

“Your favorite girl put her 64 pack of crayons in the washing machine so we have to get it repaired,” he sighs.

“Aww, Gwenny,” he pouts into the screen, “You silly girl.”

“It was by assident,” she pouts, lower lip jutting out.

“I know,” he matches her face back at her, apologetic voice on, “You’ve never done anything bad in your life. You never will.”

Eddie let’s a puff of breath out of his mouth with a roll of his eyes, “Yeah wait until she breaks something of yours before you say that.”

“She’s an angel every time she’s in Chicago,” Steve shrugs, “Maybe it’s just you. You’re an angel, right Gwen?”

“I’mma angel, Daddy,” Gwen nods, not really knowing what she means. Eddie giggles at her, running a hand over her soft curls.

“Yeah you are,” he smiles down at her before pressing a kiss to the back of her head while she babbles at Steve. He can still feel your frustration emanating off of you while you hastily turn a page in your book.

He takes a the headphone out of his ear before turning his head your way, voice low with warning, “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“M’just trying to read,” your voice teeters on bratty when you whisper back to him with narrowed eyes, “You’re both being so fuck—freaking distracting.”

His mouth falls opens slightly in a surprised smile, “You’re in rare fuckin’ form tonight, you hear me?”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” your brow furrowed and on defense.

“Why don’t you go home? I’ll fold while Gwen talks to Steve,” he offers again, “Maybe you can figure out where all this attitude came from on the way there.”

“You can’t carry all that back with Gwen,” you counter, head nodding towards the empty laundry bags next to him.

“We’ll take a car,” he nods bitterly, “Go home. We’ll see you in a little.”

There’s no room for arguing, not when he puts on his authority voice. A voice normally reserved for Gwen when she’s in need of some parental guidance; but he’s used it on you a few times. A reminder — still twelve years your senior.

You suck in your cheeks, chewing on the skin for a minute while you consider it. You put your book back in your bag, tossing your keys in too, “Fine.”

“Fine,” he retorts back. He bounces Gwen to get her attention, “Say bye to mommy, honey.”

She turns, her big baby eyes rounding with confusion, “Bye mommy?”

“I’m gonna run home and start dinner, Gwenny,” you smile at her, forcing yourself not to be annoyed while you soothe her, “You want some chicken tenders and rice?”

“Ya,” she giggles, “Please.”

“Good manners, girlie,” you smile, kissing her on the forehead, “See you in a little.”

“See ya in a widdle,” she parrots back.

“Where’s Peach goin’?” Steve asks when Eddie puts the headphone back in his ear, watching you leave through the automatic doors.

“Home,” he sighs, rubbing his temple, “Dealing with two bratty girls today.”

“Ouch,” Steve nods, “Sorry about that — but, to be fair, Gwen is never bratty.”

“I’m gonna hang up on you, man,” he laughs, pushing his curls out of his eyes while Gwen takes over the conversation again; finally smiley and settling.

Eddie gets home later with the folded laundry and a napping three year old on his hip. He barely speaks when he brings the clothes upstairs and puts Gwen in her room while you work on dinner in the kitchen. Just like the both of you to hold a mini grudge when you don’t know what you’re arguing about in the first place.

He eases down the metal spiral staircase, jeans swapped out for sweats and long socks, t-shirt with the arms cut out that show off his arms and the tops of his obliques.

“You got somethin’ you wanna say to me?” he asks. You slam the oven in response.

“Ooh, okay,” he nods, perked up at the challenge, “Look’it me, huh?”

You look at him from under your lashes, aggravation pumping through you — you don’t even know why you’re mad anymore.

“What’s your problem?” he asks, making his way over to you, pressing you up against the counter while his arms come around to cage you in.

“Just — I don’t know, tired,” you shrug.

“Tired?” he laughs, tilting his head down to run the tip of his nose over your neck, up over your jaw, “You sure?”

Your needy sigh clues him in, you’re not tired.

“Think you need me to help you get over it,” he purrs, “Don’t you, baby?”

You whimper in response, he leaves a long kiss at the hinge of your jaw, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you later. I promise.”

“You’re insufferable,” you sigh, trying not to give in to him but wanting to desperately.

“That’s why you married me,” he smirks, coming back up to kiss you softly on the lips, “But keep it up, sweetheart. All that mean girl shit. See if I go easy on you.”

Later that night; you’re both grateful that his office is soundproofed.

[cowboysandpilots]

Little bradley has been through a lot of changes in his very short life so of course he has a lot of questions all the time and he asks Ice if him and Mav are his dads, technically he knows they’re his dads but life is confusing to a child, and Ice is hit with the sudden realization that he has a son

One of the things that Iceman loves most about Bradley is how curious he is. The little man has questions about anything and everything, which Ice is always happy to answer as best he can. Sometimes, there are questions where he has to fib a little or embellish on the answers, like when Bradley asks, "Why doesn't the sky fall on us, Papa?" or "Where do thoughts come from?" both of which had a lot of follow up questions that neither Ice nor Mav was ready for or able to answer.

Tonight, after getting Bradley ready for bed and tucking him in, came another question. Ice lay, propped up a little beside Bradley above the covers and slowly closed the children's book he had been reading– Charlottes Web. He expected to look over and see Bradley with his eyes closed or at least sleepily trying to keep them open and failing, but what he got was two big, bright eyes peering up at them with that sparkle they always got before he asked a question.

"Are you and Mav my dads?" Bradley asks, with zero lead-up as unfiltered kids often do, and Ice is thrown by the question.

"Buddy, you know that Nick is your dad." Ice reminds. They had tried to involve Nick and Carole in any space they could, even though they had both passed on and named Ice and Maverick his godparents.

"I know, but mommies and daddies take care of you, and you take care of me. My teacher says you can have more than one mommy and daddy who take care of you. Sophie has two mommies and two daddies 'cus her mommy and daddy don't love each other anymore."

Ice listened intently to Bradley babble on. He remembers the day that a little girl in Bradley's kindergarten class, Sophie, told him that her parents were getting divorced. Little Bradley had come home in tears asking Ice if he and Mav were going to get divorced. That prompted a lot of calming explanations and then a follow-up discussion about how they weren't really married because two men weren't allowed to get married. Still, they loved each other very much and were just about as married as they could be without the special piece of paper.

The older man thought about it for a long time. He loved Bradley like a son, and Bradley did call them 'daddy' and 'papa,' he still also called Nick 'daddy' when they talked about him too. They were raising the boy as their own and had all the paperwork to prove it. "Yeah. Yeah, kid. Mav and I are your dads." He relinquished with a smile. "You okay with that?"

Nodding eagerly with a bright smile, Bradley cuddled into his side. "Uh-huh. I love having lots of mommies and daddies who love me."

Ice's smile never left as he carded his fingers through Bradley's curls. "We do. We all love you so much. We're proud to be your family, Bradley. Never forget it."

KOFI  AMAZON WISHLIST 

*Gifts and support are very, very appreciated but not at all required. I'm just happy you're here. ❤️*

[me-uglypretty]

found home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: After the catastrophe of Wundagore, Wanda unknowingly finds her way into something worth living for.

Warning: (18+) fluff, mention of death and injured child | 4k words

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The wind blew a snowy storm, showering nature around in its magical white ice. For any other, it would mean for Christmas cheers to erupt, houses to be filled with colourful decorations and perhaps, the melodious carolling of a festive holiday.

But this sort, the wondrous holiday that erupts a beaming smile on faces, has only wallowed Wanda in grief. The malicious act for spreading such happiness made her spit, trying to rid of the bitter tang in her mouth, and maybe, the ache in her chest chuckling at her departed ones that left her alone.

Wanda hasn’t found a home or someone to call home. It was her, always her, and it might as well end with her.

That was expected after the dreadful years had passed. Most significantly, the months before, where her body harboured unspeakable anger and grief for what she had lost; her parents, her brother, her children. The latter provoked the worst of agony.

Her babies which she remembered birthing into the world, the ache that made her scream then smile at the sight of them. Twins just like her and Pietro. The same children which was spat by them as unreal and crafted from magic.

Wanda, a destined witch, had created them from charmed thread of crimson.

But Wanda felt them at the pad of her fingers, their silky skin, head of hair so fluffy at that age, the giggles as they ran around their shared home, the cheeky smiles after attempting a prank on each other or on her, and they were real.

Tommy and Billy were real—just not in her universe.

They loved Halloween, and she knows, Christmas would had lit their smiles brighter than the fairy lights or the moon above. They would had loved to know her Jewish heritage and in turn, were theirs too. The lighting of the menorah, and daily prayers, surely to spark joy within their innocent hearts.

It’s unfair how she could easily count the happiest moment of her life as there were so little of them. Why was her life often shelved into something not worth mentioning? Unless, she was labelled as a threat or a weapon for their war, then she exists vividly to everyone.

Wanda thought the other way—sacrifice her life for the dammed book to never fall unto anyone’s hand, and perhaps, this would grant her a one-way ticket to those who had departed too soon from her.

And yet, she strides through heavy snow. The most alive sight and the most dead inside.

In some perfect year, during this exact winter season, she could imagine them coming to her with their curious round eyes, and their hands tugging at her hands. Tommy and Billy would babble about everything that could fit their growing mind. She assumed they would had loved to celebrate everything that was a wonderous holiday. And she would had done everything for them.

Wanda continued her meaningless journey for months after. Burrowed in warmth of a fiery end, then the sight of leaves descending from grey trees and eventually, the cold that flushed her cheeks. She was simply a lost soul, wandering without a purpose or reason.

Till she heard an anguished scream.

It hauled her forward, thoughtless as she tracked through a voyage of blurry white. The forest was far from civilisation, mammoth trees situated haphazardly and bathed in white, transparent vapour consume the space from naked eyes. Therefore, worry swamped her heart from the sheer sound of unknown cries for help.

The wind couldn’t pause for her search to complete as it blew angrily, shoving her frail body from acting upon her heart’s quest and the title which they onced marketed with her name. A hero.

Wanda doesn’t surrender as she stomps, the bruises on her body cries at every strain movement, but she takes a deep breath that falls into heavy breathes after. The stained edges of her fingers ridicule her moral deeds.

“Mama! Help! I am sorry for runnin’! Mama!” a muffled voice cried, sounding of a young child in pain and danger.

Wanda’s eyes widen, verdant spheres brimming with tears as thought, she heard the whimpers of her own children. It drew her with determination, pushing through the violent storm, and ignoring the cold’s restrained of warmth from pulsing through her blood.

“Where are you?” she shouted, troubled voice clashing with the wind’s howls. “I’m here to help!” she was utterly stunned by the sound that trembled in her throat, not caused by wrecked sobs or screams of agony.

“Mama…here…”

Wanda hasn’t felt her heart thumping in fear for another—for a considerable extensive time, but now, she follows the voice with urgency.

Then, she stepped into an abnormal sight and it startled her.

A lone hand waves feebly in the air, such pale tone almost fades into the white snow and so small, she fears at every step forward. The muffled cries weaken as seconds pass and soon, she sees a bed of golden, surrounded in silvery snow.

Wanda collapsed on her knees. “Hey, I’m right here,” she murmured, hands burrowing into snow where a hand extend to a petite body, half buried in snow, and skin almost blue.

A gasped left her mouth, cries trembling in her chest as she hastily hauls the body out of the snow. The young child shivers in Wanda’s arm, weaken by unsympathetic cold, and suffering by something they preached so joyfully for. She cradled the child as her own, a young girl subdued to a blue hue, the child so delicate in her embrace, soft skin so cold and covered with red blotches that resembled a sick child.

“Where did you come from…” she mumbled to herself, while the frail child resolved to muddled babbles.

Wanda doesn’t know what she must do to save the child withering into an icy death. But the sting in her chest, a heart pulsing with a reason, and her gaze settled on her darken fingers to where her hand was tenderly pressed on the child’s cold cheek.

The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged.

She couldn’t disperse to that—but she had, she must, she would do everything to save this child, even if it meant breaking the promise of never tapping into her powers again.

In that imperfect year, the scariest moment triggered flashes from a past swamped with death, and with that, a witch manifested the crimson hues from within her, and the small voices of her children engulfs her sweetly. Her fingers twitches as tendrils of red swirls around her fingers then tenderly touch cold skin where flashes of red hues penetrate through the chill inhabiting an innocent body.

Wanda’s mind strolls unconsciously through the child’s life. There’s a cottage somewhere, pulsing with ardent souls, perceptible in flickers of heartfelt smiles and gleaming eyes, the gentle touch reveals one of a mother, so pure and kind.

Another memory weaves through dark puddles, blurry and depressed, and where pair of red-rimmed eyes appeared with a promise. Wanda couldn’t hear the words that was said, but she was sure, a mother had promised to protect her child from everything.

Suddenly, a voice disrupts her concentration from the blurry visuals in her mind and her eyes widened, staring ahead at the familiar silhouette standing few feet away from them.

Crimson nebula surges out of Wanda’s body and that of a young child, awakening with a loud scream, whimpering in worry and fear, then silence. The young girl stares at her with doe-eyes and a woeful smile. Small hands meet wet cheeks. Wanda’s eyes shut closed as more tears escapes from the warm touch, and she sees them, her twins smiling so widely as they embrace her warmly.

“Yelena,” a soft voice breaks into tormenting cries, “My baby, please never scare me like this…you can never leave me…”

Wanda heard the voice first and was left speechless. It wasn’t an illusion, for she sees someone so familiar, and yet, so different.

The auburn hair messily knotted into braids, tresses fell around the frame of her face, and such a brilliant hue in white space. She sees her, this woman cradling her child who almost met death, and she was murmuring of everything that wasn’t in her control, and those glossy eyes met hers.

Thank you, they conveyed, verdant irises darkening in sadness and awake in puddles of tears, and she felt her own heart response, it’s okay, it’s nothing.

Wanda remained motionless. The cold seep through her bones and her blood gnawed at her to wake. She became a vessel of life, continuously falling over one terror after another. And there was her, the familiar eyes glistening so fondly for a child in her arms, the vivid auburn hair she could recognise from miles away, and the pure tenderness in her touch for a glowing child.

Natasha Romanoff—was there, she is there, and she cradles her child affectionately while Wanda Maximoff gawked at the scene like she had witnessed the awakening of a ghost.

They had never uttered of Natasha’s death.

Only petite information was conveyed through news which same outlet praised said heroes’ for saving them. A sentence would always be dedicated to her, declaring that the infamous Black Widow had somehow, in whatever miracle, saved the world among those remarkable heroes.

Wanda never knew, till the funeral of their adored hero.

“Mama, sorry,” the young girl whispered, clinging onto her mother. “I lost…but I was found,” and a phenomenon of small finger pointing towards Wanda, flooded her with something that wasn’t dread.

Wanda’s lips quivers, eyes shutting closed, and her hands clutched onto nothing as she allowed the cold to swallow her, but it doesn’t.

A distinctive warmth embraced her body wholly, small hands holding her, then another larger hand pressed on her back. Murmurs of sweet words seeps through her heart, weaving the wound that left a daunting ache infinitely, it hauls her into a different world. A life that whispered of how; you were never bad, you were a child, you were never giving a home, you were robbed of everything you loved, but you deserve to live again and feel immense happiness.

“It’s okay,” Natasha murmured, and another voice added, “Hot chocolate makes everything better!”

Wanda’s throat burns with a sound so foreign as she laughs, joining the melodious giggles of a child and another, someone she knew from a life long gone. It hasn’t occurred to her till that precious moment; how she had used her cursed power and it had garnered the most wonderous sound, how her heart felt fulfilled to witness the reunion of a mother and a daughter, how the hands they cursed were so tender as she mended a young girl’s life.

Perhaps, she believed for that dear moment, she wasn’t the evil they had smeared on her life.

Natasha gentle tapped her shoulder, drawing her attention into those familiar eyes gleaming with such sincerity. “We live close by, and I think you had a quite a journey.”

The young child gasped, her hand seamlessly linking with Wanda’s cold one, as if the gesture was normal and the witch wasn’t a dangerous stranger, but this was someone amazing, someone who saved her, someone who the child doesn’t fear.

“I can show you my Christmas tree!”

Natasha eyes plead silently for an acceptance, and swims with reassurance. As though, she saw beyond skin, and beyond the horrid that was threaded with Wanda’s life, and found nothing to detest. In fact, she viewed her as more than a wicked witch.

“It’s okay,” Natasha comforted her.

And a great deal was struck.

An unusual warmth woke the witch, who was buried beneath a thick blanket, and at first, she panicked, then she spends a considerable amount of time recounting the events from the previous evening. In which she basked the hospitality dispensed on her wounded self, a warm home at her reach, and food that tasted so good, she couldn’t remember the last time she ate.

And that of a child, withering to death.

And of a friend, waken from the death.

How many truths must remain undiscovered till she appears, wounded and seeking for more that it must find its way to her at that moment?

Natasha had met death at a cliff, as she was vaguely told. Clint was red-faced, avoided meeting her gaze and when he finally does, there was a glimpse of someone different and he was hiding himself from her.

“She was stronger,” he uttered, convincing Wanda from her questions. “Vision was too.”

Though, at that gloomy hour, her mind wasn’t decaying on the through of Vision. She wasn’t feeling dread to know his death was real, because she knew of him—a robot with a mind so beyond what imagined, and he shared the same cursed stone which connected them.

But she was thinking of her.

“You are awake!”

Wanda doesn’t stop the smile from tracing her lips so happily, or when small hands grasps her own. It fuels her heart, the air so light there, and reasoning doesn’t appear to stop her from feeling joy as a young child easily climbs on the couch and sits by her side.

“Mama’s sleepin’ and we must make breakfast!” Yelena spoke in hushed excitement, then continued in an altered tone, “I want to say sorry to mama, but I can’t reach the stove.”

The young child beams at her, a gap placing at the front of her teeth, and blue eyes widened in anticipation. Yelena was extremely convincing as Wanda allowed her lower limps to be led by the demand of a child. It makes her happy to witness the colours fill the young child’s skin that the horrid hue.

Natasha was beyond grateful. The magic used wasn’t an issue, neither was Wanda’s astonished look at sheer kindness. It was a serene sight, a friend she knew grasping her hand while the other held by a child and leading her through a path to where a small cottage hid from plain sight.

The brief introduction meant no harm, only a formal greeting to which they undoubtedly referred to her as one of them—not someone evil or cursed.

Wanda nodded her head. “What are we making?”

These two hands, one that summoned her then the other that lead her to warmth, cheerfully grasps her hands again. Yelena beckoned the adult into the kitchen which was divided from the hall room with a wooden wall.

Wanda halted the journey, her hand rested on the picture frame that was hanging from the wall. Without analysis the how’s and more, a wide smile graces her lips and when her gaze falls toward the young child, Yelena was equally happy to where her attention had fell upon.

A small voice hummed, then blew a deep breath. “Mama said this was our first picture together.”

In the picture, Natasha appeared tired by the dark circles beneath her eyes, but a toothy smile was on her face as she held a baby. Love blooms so effortlessly and honestly. A beautiful sight that made her heart flutter.

She thought to herself—as the child guided her to where the equipment was kept out of a young child’s reach—that this family must remain here forever, happy like this, and nothing should ever harm them. A witch proclaimed a promise at a vital moment, she may had been predicted as the worst, but she would protect this family till her final breath.

A tug on her burrowed sweater wakes her attention from the picture to where Yelena was waiting for her help. Wanda shakes her head, clearing her mind and immersing herself into one purpose; help the young child to make breakfast.

“What are we making for your mama?” she questioned, hands falling on her waist as she waited.

Yelena buzzed excitedly. “Mac and cheese!”

Wanda laughed amusedly. The sound so pleasant in her chest. “Is that your mother’s favourite or yours?”

There’s a fleeting look in those round eyes, swimming in innocence and adoration, but the noticeable trace of cheekiness that made Wanda smile. She doesn’t stop herself from helping make breakfast, where a soft declaration of sous-chef made the young child more excited in their little task.

It wasn’t confusing nor hard once she had figured out where everything was placed. Their kitchen was stocked with food, vegetables and meat, Natasha’s supposed favourite instant food was stacked over the other in a rectangular cabinet. Her body relaxed as she happily cooked and the sound of Yelena’s giggles made it better.

The young child hums a melody at random and submerge her mind into that, her own consciousness following the humming as they moved freely in the kitchen. A soft voice echoes instruction which was soundly obeyed. The concluding breakfast left a hungry aroma in the air and she heard the faint sound of stomach rumbling.

“Why don’t we make mama with breakfast in bed?”

Yelena agreed, readily picking up the tray of macaroni and cheese. “This is heavy,” she huffed, then considered the statement. “No, it’s light because I am strong.”

Unbeknownst to the bubbly young child, tendrils of red weaves beneath the tray and supplied an elevated boost, aiding the weight from seeming too heavy. Wanda’s fingers discretely wiggle in motion of where Yelena’s body was swaying as she rushed to where her mother’s room was situated.

Small hands push the door open while the other held the tray, such multitasking would had amazed a young mind—if not for her excitement to surprise her mother and Wanda’s hushed assistance, or they would had ended up scrapping the fallen breakfast from the floor.

“Mama? Good mornin’!”

Wanda felt her heart’s rapid pulse, thumping a loud sound that carried to her ears clearly. She was afraid of crossing the unseen border of privacy, but still, she stood behind the petite body with her arms crossed in sought of comfort from her own body.

The mother of an enthusiastic child wakes with a similar thrill. “Lena, good morning, my baby. What’s this?” Natasha’s questioned fell upon the answer in the form an adult hovering close by.

“Breakfast….Aunty Max help and I was a….sue chef!” Yelena eagerly answered, pushing the tray to her mother’s hold. Her muddled pronunciation roused smiles on the adults.

When the wide tray was under Natasha’s hand, a look of shock flashes on her face, then—as if she knew the caused, her gleaming eyes fell upon the hint of crimson that twirls seamlessly on her guest’s fingers, and she was pleased.

“Did you say thank you?”

Yelena, who appeared sadden, at once shifts her attention to Wanda. “I am sorry, Aunty Max. Thank you for helping me,” she reached her hand, tugging at the sweater as before.

Instantly, Wanda bend her knees, levelling her gaze with that of a young child exuding such kindness.  “You’re very welcome,” she muttered, her hands acted on impulse as they rest firmly on round cheeks. “It’s okay,” she added, like she needed the child to know that nothing was wrong.

“Max, join us for breakfast?” Natasha’s voice edge with a tone she couldn’t decipher, but when her sight met someone she knew, it’s the utter reassurance that made her follow small steps onto the bed.

The tray was placed rigidly on Natasha’s lap while her daughter sat opposite with her legs crossed and beaming for her mother’s response. Wanda teeth was caught between her bottom lip nervously, till those eyes met hers.

“Come closer, we won’t bite,” Natasha teased, enticing the warmness sentiment in her chest. “Here,” she patted over the space beside her.

A mother, a daughter and a witch situated on a bed together, sharing a bowl of cheesy macaroni. The mumble of compliments that fell from full mouths, those innocent giggles and voice that made her smile wider till her cheeks ached, and the gentleness that was conveyed at very gentle graze of skin and the sweet smile of her.

Despite her obvious label of a stranger, she hasn’t felt this belonged—not since her family was alive, not since her brother was by her side, not since forever.

As they enjoy breakfast together, Wanda doesn’t think beyond the pain that wagged at her sheer joy or her stained fingers, but she descends into a world where she was loved. Their voice trembled at times, stammering out sentences that worries her heart, then she sees the young girl reaching for her hand and she found peace again.

A world where she wasn’t forced into their chosen image.

She was, she is Wanda Maximoff.

A feather like touch rouse a tired Wanda from sleeping throughout the morning. A smile slips through her façade, she felt those warm and tiny fingers prodding at her face with giggles. She waited, for a second then two, and she abruptly grabs the hands from their continuous agitation.

“Caught you!” Wanda exclaimed, as the petite body falls over her in heaps of laughter. “Oh no, you’re not escaping,” she claimed between heavy breathes, her own laughter merging with those of a child as her fingers tickles Yelena’s sides.

“Mama help!” Yelena screeched, trying to push Wanda’s hand. “Mama! Help! No, mommy, I’m gonna pee!” she yelped when her body was carried into the arms of her mother.

“Oh yeah? Where’s mama? I’m sure she put you up to this, uh?” Wanda’s playful bantered wakes cheerful giggles from the young child.

A year had passed. The worry of the first hour faded, each day prospered into a tranquillity and calm life and Wanda resumed the unknown path wearily, but eventually, life became better by Natasha and Yelena’s side. Her own beautiful family with her wife and daughter.

Yelena rested her head on Wanda’s shoulder, small arms looping around her mother’s neck. “We have a surprise for you, mommy.”

A soft kiss was pressed on the side of her daughter’s head as Wanda walked them out from the bedroom. Conversations were exchanged, the little whispers of seeing an eagle out the window, questions on if they could play in the snow later, and if Alexie was still dressing up as Santa Claus.

Yelena doesn’t like her grandfather’s attempt of Christmas traditions. She was beyond smart at her young age. Wanda doesn’t doubt her daughter’s intelligence. In fact, she agreed with Natasha when decided that their daughter would do great things when she’s older.

“Wait, mommy, close eyes,” the request was completed by small hands trying to shield Wanda’s eyes from seeing anything. “Walk slowly, mommy, like a snail!”

A heartfelt laugh leaves her mouth as she obeyed her daughter’s order, till they reach the hall room.

Yelena lifts her hands from her mother’s face. “Open your eyes slowly.”

When her eyes flutter open, at such a slow phase, the expected giggle made her smile happily, and the sight that met her first—

“It was too late last year…and we’re together now, and I think— we think you might like this surprise,” Natasha uttered nervously, fingers twitches and lips pursed as she waited for a reaction.

Wanda was speechless.

There stood her wife, dear Natasha, so beautiful and so kind—and she held a silver menorah, embedded on it was a beautiful design, different form the one owned by her family, nevertheless, still so beautiful beneath the faux white light.

“I don’t know much, but this was…”

And that moment, Wanda lips quivers, gleaming verdant eyes blurs through the tears that spills down her cheeks. Small hands met her cheeks, words of comfort seeps through her chest and to her heart, where it thumps happily—because she found home.

Wanda shifts her gaze to the round eyes of her daughter. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, slowly untangling the young child from her body and settling her down. “It’s beautiful,” she repeated, this time, those words were directed to her wife.

Natasha had done everything in her capability to ensure a witch felt home. The scene that unfold of her daughter’s near-death experience and the threatening red hues didn’t dither her away. But Natasha stayed by her, guiding Wanda through a different universe, not sparking her own ignorant opinion of a devastated life. She was cradling her warmly like it was meant to happen; the bond of two.

“Natasha,” she whispered, her accented voice appeared heavy as emotions overflows in her chest. “This is perfect.”   

Wanda takes the step forward. It was better. She doesn’t have to search throughout the universe to find someone else’s joy and make it her own, because she found her own family here. The simplified life in a hidden forest, where vibrant colours were painted across the sky, stars that twinkled so magically at night and the moon glowing so beautifully, where they were together with nature and safe.

This is home, she confessed to herself as trembling hands grasps the menorah. Natasha doesn’t release her hold on the significant ceremonial symbol. Their fingers brush for the slightest moment, before body mend, and the muffled sob that leaves Wanda’s mouth, ushered waves of consolation.

“Mommy, don’t cry,” a soft worried voice utter, then she heard another whisper to her ear. “Don’t cry, my love.”

Wanda shakes her head, muffled laughter wakes as her cries fade into those of happiness. “I’m not sad. I promise. I’m so— I’m so happy, I’m just so happy.”

A family held each other, comforting the other from sadness and flourishing in warmth. Life had never flush in such vibrant colours before.

That night, they lit the candle on the menorah, and the flames casted over their face gleaming of joy.

At that vital moment, she thought of her sons and how they would had loved this—they would had loved Natasha and Yelena. Her mother, father, and Pietro would had bounced in joy for the family she found. They would had rejoiced in her happiness.

“You changed our life,” Natasha muttered, wrapping her arms around Wanda’s waist as they faced each other. “You saved our daughter…and here we are…”

“Both of you saved mine,” Wanda smiles giddily as their forehead touched. “And here we are…”

Natasha’s lips inched closer to hers, and they meet in a tender kiss. Wanda’s thumbs grazed the curves of her wife’s cheeks, her lips parted as velvety tongue glides across her bottom lip, and she hummed, feeling hands firmly resting on her waist.

“I love you,” she murmured, feeling a smile tracing on her wife’s lips.

And they stayed there together, swaying to the wind’s gentle whistle. The soft snore of their daughter resonates in the room, alongside bed of logs flickering as it burns to ashes.

For once, she was submerged in everlasting love and cheers, colourful decorations and melodious songs that played throughout the year—and so on, so wondrously beautiful as every little second with her family erupts a warmth in her chest.

Wanda found home and promised to stay by their side till the end.

[twsted-princess]

🧸

Hmmm Mellow Utau, Carol Metaron or Aiden Chaton

Can do!! (picrew linked here)

"So Miss Whitefield what seems to be the problem?" Mellow paused from his book as he heard Henry walk in, his phone pressed to his ear. Why was he calling Maneki? Putting his novel down he listens in while Henry takes a pause. "A baby you say?" Henry sighs, listening to Maneki. "No we don't have a machine that can age people." Mellow peeked up as Henry rubbed his temple. "I also don't believe a factory is safe for an infant.......thank you for trusting me but-" He let out a sigh. "Ok. Come over, we'll try to help. Good bye." He then turned the phone off and looked to Mellow. "Did......something happen?" Henry gave him a frown that he didn't seem mad at all. "Apparently a potion went wrong at Royal Sword and some students were affected by it. One of which was Miss Shimomura." Before Mellow could panic Henry placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not in a way you think. She'll be here with Maneki and you'll understand."

"Ok lemme get this straight. You want us.......to turn Utau back to normal?" Leroy stared at Maneki like she grew an apple on her head as she put her hands together. "Please? You're the smartest people I know!" Mellow just stood there, he should be paying attention to Maneki but.....his girlfriend was a baby. "Bebby bar!!" She cooed in the most precious voice he ever heard as she held up her teddy to Henry as he smiled. "Yes it's very cute." She giggled as she waddled around, clinging to her bear as she took in her new surroundings. Babbling to herself as Henry looked to Leroy. "You're friends with Vil, surely you can ask him for a potion." The vice leader groaned. "Yeah but I don't think they're gonna want to help." Maneki smiled as Utau came to her side now sucking her thumb. "Then let's ask him together!! Four heads are better then one!!" Mellow quickly squirmed, Vil was........a little scary. "I- If you mind, I can watch Utau while you talk to him." The trio looked to him, then Utau who was singing to herself. Maenki then smiled. "I don't mind!" He let out a sigh of relief before kneeling to the girl's level. "Utau? Do you wanna see some butterflies?" The little bunny's blue eyes lit up. "Buggy!!" she squealed as she ran to Mellow who giggled. Leroy rolled his eyes with a smile. "She likes you even as a baby."

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 25! For context, see my post “A Project”     under this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA   stories, they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

Turn the Page

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1/4/2014                                       mc ff

Oh, this one is ... *chef's kiss.* It's WONDERFUL. The idea of photography capturing a moment so well... of losing yourself in a photo like that... and then when Olivia steps in it's just perfect timing. I have to wonder how long she was there, watching, picking her moment. I can't do this story justice in words, just ... go read it. Seriously. It's *good.* (Ok, ok, maybe I'm slightly biased by having some lovely photos from a play session with a partner that I treasure, but still.) 10/10 spirals 

 Back and Forth (Jukebox)

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5/30/2015                                     mc mf fd

Yeah, I'm just not grooving with stories that straight up ignore someone trying to say no tonight. This is fine if you like a hypnotist pushing past attempts to say no, but I just can't with it right now. *shrug* 

 Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend

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6/6/2015                                       mc mf ff fd

Whelp, now we see what a malfunctioning Girl(tm) can do. It's a good thing that the Girls(tm) have a solid QC team that handles in-the-field problems. I do hope Adele enjoys having her own Girl(tm), since it sure seems like she's destined to have one now. It's a good view into the world of the Girls(tm), and I really enjoyed it! 9/10 spirals 

 Fadin’ In and Fadin’ Out

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6/13/2015                                     mc mf md

I don't like drugs as a method of control, personally, so this one is a pretty strong miss for me - between the drugs and the very obvious non-con, it just isn't my taste. But if you like drugs as a method of control, you might like this one pretty well. The change in how she thinks because of the drug and the brainwashing is well done, as far as I care, too. 5/10 spirals 

 Everybody Wants To Rule the World

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6/20/2015                                     mc mf ff md fd cb

Oh, this one is just FUN, and silly, and wonderful. Also, the title reminds me of a quip from a Thunderbolts comic: "Rule the world? Who wants to do that much WORK?!" (or something to that effect, anyway.) Seeing the clash of personalities and styles on display here, how they never think to *coordinate,* is just... it FEELS like a comic book in the best of ways. Which I suppose is the goal, given the setting. And seeing inside Adventure Girl's head here? It's lovely. 9/10 spirals 

 Naturally

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6/27/2015                                     mc mf md

Hey, now, Aaron, that's hardly proper care of an antique magnifying glass! That aside, this is a clever story; I wish we knew *how* he came to have this power over her; is it a spell? A powerful hypnotic trigger? something else? Clearly it's attached to the word "Naturally," that much is obvious, but what's the mechanism!? Inquiring minds want to know! This is a well done story, if it leaves me asking questions, and the control flows smoothly. 8/10 spirals. 

 One Thing Leads to Another

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7/4/2015                                       mc ff

That's either extremely well targeted, or Carol gets lucky every time she tries that trick. Because it'd only take one sex-repulsed ace gal to get Carol in trouble for sexual harassment. That said, the control in this one is so smooth I got halfway through before realizing there *was* any - and that takes doing when I'm reading a story I know has mind control in it! I'm not sure I entirely *like* this story, but it's got good heat. I just ... don't enjoy how Carol steamrolls Sophie the way she does. 7/10 spirals 

 Back Where You Belong

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7/11/2015                                     mc ff

Ooooh, this is fun, the way the pressure to remember something she believes she couldn't have remembered leads to the cognitive dissonance that pushes her into trance.... very cleverly done! Babbling out mantras, mindlessly reinforcing her programming... all top notch. I don't have a ton to say about this one other than I enjoyed it, it was Very Good. 9/10 spirals 

 Smoke From an Old Flame

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7/18/2015                                     mc ff

... this one is NOT FAIR for many, MANY reasons. Like the (extended) sex scene is fine, lots of hypnosis mixed in making it fine for me, but me being me that isn't the highlight of this story. No, no, the highlight is just how we're introduced to Dawn, to her sheer presence and charisma and control. She's a force of nature to Amy, that's so clear, and ... well. Jukebox, that introduction made me think *immediately* of a redheaded lass I love so very much, so thank you for that. Even if that strong association made me do a double-take at the use of "Mistress Dawn" - my brain kept editing it to "Miss Dawn" for *reasons*. And the moment going to the parking ramp, with the "Follow."? ;lkhadsghkl;adsgfhkl;adsghkl;agdshkl;gadshkladsgfhkl;adsghkl;adsghkl; That's A MOMENT. But this story is so good, and it feels like it could be real, in all the little ways.I hope that this is a start of them either having a solid long-distance relationship, or one of them moving to live with the other, because gosh they make such a sweet couple. And clearly they have all the chemistry in the world 10/10 spirals 

 The Quiet Type

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8/1/2015                                       mc ff

I wish we knew what Emily was saying at any point, here. I get why we don't; it is, after all, a story from a third-person limited narrative PoV, so we only get to know what Brandy knows, but like... not seeing how the control is flexed does take some of the heat away for me. But it's still a really good view inside Brandy's head as she rationalizes her behaviour to Emily's prompting. And the end result feels nicely inevitable for Brandy. 7/10 spirals

[amazonite-dreams]

Carols Book Babbles HP: Grand Theft Hippogriff!

sIf Im honest I often forget about POA. I know its weird now thinking of all the plot points that are opened up by the end of the book but honestly it slips my mind more often than not. And I think the reason why is because this is my least favorite of the books. The plot just sort of meanders around aimlessly, and there’s no real mystery or villain outside of this escaped prisoner. I love Serious Black don’t get me wrong (seriously-please-don’t-kill-me-he-is-one-of-my-favorites) but he’s pretty weak as a villain and a plot devise. I know this one has its defenders and their free to have their opinion, I just find it less engaging for me versus other books in the series. Ended up getting pretty distracted while reading this one, and as a result its probably going to be shorter. Sorry (I say to exactly no one, none of you seem to be reading these) 

1.     Blow up aunt Marge sounds like the least satisfying sex doll.

2.     Exploring Diagon Ally reminds me of fond memories exploring church Street in Burlington, and I’m all for that. Reading a magical book outside an ice-cream parlor is my idea of a good time.

3.     Real world question: How do you get abusive parents to sign permission slips?

4.     I love Harry! “Another dark wizard is after me? Meh sounds like a normal day.”

5.     Crookshanks is not amused by your rat or your slow moving plot structure and wants to have it out RIGHT NOW! Honestly though the cats dragging the plot along like a reluctant half-dead rabbit. Goooood kitty!

6.     Lupins just the best though isn’t he? First lesson he validates Nevil, lets the students fight their own battles, rewards Hermione for her knowledge rather than shaming her, he’s just great! (I-low-key-want-to-make-him-a-bunch-of-flower-crowns-dont-judge-me)

7.     Snape you go too far this time, nobody makes fun of Hermione outside her house, nobody!

8.     Harry hearing his mothers screams and dying pleads for his life while having his soul sucked out of him is not the worst thing I've ever heard of. It's close though.

9.     Young serious black riding a flying motorcycle like the rebel wizard without a cause. lol probably even had leather wizarding robes

10.  All things aside the Quidditch is pretty cool this year.

11.  I'm certain there should be some organization for the purposes of preventing werewolf discrimination. I mean it's a disease, isn't it? A disability just like having partial paralysis or migraines or heart problems? Just because one has a disability doesn't mean that they can't live full lives and have fulfilling careers in whatever they are capable of. And Lupin was a very capable professor so wtf! Discrimination I say!  Where's the legislation?! Where's the convention on the rights of lycanthropic peoples?

12.  Let's raise a glass to Hermiones work ethic and a brief séance for her sleep schedule the homework alone Jesus. (I say unaware that they address that later in the book, #solidlyplacingfootinmouth)

13.     Is it just me or does the dementors kiss sound like a lobotomy?

14.     My least favorite plot lines are when people get into stupid fights and end up not talking for half a year. One disagreement and suddenly all your favorites are acting petty and out of character! Its stupid, this is so stupid! Why are they being so mean to Hermione! It makes so little sense! This happens later in the series and while I still dislike it there at least it makes a little more sense where as this is just nonsense. Be mad at her for a week, but a WHOLE HALF A YEAR?! OVER A STUPID BROOMSTICK THAT COULD HAVE KILLED YOU AND A RAT THAT DIDN’T DO SHIT FOR YOU!?!?!?! “Im sorry Harry, did you hear something?” STFU RON! That’s not how friends work! uuuuughlajkdsghLakhfdqurbrkjabfvlsdfbxlcvsmnxcbeuiwobchbasd!!!!!!!! #leastFav

15.     Draco is still a snot nosed kid and I like it better when he gets punched in the face. #hermioneshotfirst

16.     SERIOUS MOODY-PANTS ANGSTY POTTER-BLACK! Will you stop talking in emo revenge riddles and tell them straight out you mean no harm!

17.     ***Good for you lupin! You get a flower crown, a juice box and a pat on the head. Now head back to your classroom and stay out of trouble my lovely little lycanthrope!***

18.     There are no accidents in Harry Potter!

whoo I made it considerably longer than it was. why? Because I suffer for no one! Seriously though I had to sparknotes that shit because I slept through half the plot. The next one is a long standing favorite of mine though so we should be in for a treat (and I'm finally getting more comfortable with the format.) This one was a little more crack than I had anticipated but I'm ok with it, are you? Join me next time for..

HP: A Cup of Flaming Pisssssss

[in-madhouses]

I love the text chapters so much!!!! Their banter is everything. Also " Never to you" ?!?! I'm fine (not)😭😭.

You are an absolute doll, Ananya. Here’s an outtake for you with a long drabbly explanation in the tags 🙃

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JL: You know what your new album needs?

NH: im not putting in a song bout bees

JL: BUT THEY NEE D US

JL: They’re dying Neil

NH: should’ve never gotten you that damn book

JL: The Human Bee changed my life

NH: what i’m hearing is i changed your life

JL: Yes, yes. Thank you

JL: Now about that song

NH: i’m not bout to put a bee song into my album!

JL: You’re breaking my heart here

NH: ...

NH: it should. it’s called heartbreak weather do you not pay attention when i speak lee

JL: Tbh I’m normally just waiting for my turn to speak again

[randomshyperson]

Goosebumps - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Gif was made by my bestie @abimess

Summary: "Reader going kind of psycho over someone being all over their significant other, but Wanda actually being really into it and loving how crazy it made Reader. Wanda pushing Rs buttons." > This is actually an anon request borrowed from a friend (i don't remember who haha).

Warnings: (+18), Smut, semi public, teasing, dom!reader, brat Wanda, fingering, jealously, possessive behaviors, mentions of fight, kissing.

Words: 2.087

A/N> After being away from Tumblr for almost a month, the first thing I'm posting is smut, that says a lot. Good reading, let me know if this sucks.

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Wanda was playing a dangerous game.

She knew it. And yet, here she was, teasing you.

You two have been official for almost two years, your anniversary coming up in a few weeks, for which you have already booked a weekend at an inn, away from the compound and any hero's mission, just the two of you and a bottle of champagne.

Together long enough for Wanda to know what gets under your skin.

For her to know exactly what drives you insane, your limits, and how possessive you can get.

Wanda knows all these things, but she can't help it. Maybe it's the way she feels her body vibrate with excitement when you clench your jaw across the room when some random guy gets too comfortable around her, or how you whisper in her thoughts "behave, printsessa" and she feels a warmth rise between her thighs, remembering that the last time you spelled the nickname with your tongue inside of her.

Not only Wanda, but all the other Avengers know that Wanda belongs to you. She 's yours. There is no point in denying it. That's why Natasha doesn't flirt with her, and no matter how scary the widow may be, when it comes to Wanda, even Nat won't challenge you.

Then there is Vision. Oblivious to all that kind of non-verbal agreement. And clearly interested in Wanda more than a friend.

And Wanda knows how much you can't stand him. Which is why after you warned her to behave and continued your conversation with one of the investors attending the Avengers Annual Fundraiser in the same circle as Carol and Natasha, she waved goodbye to the young man who was babbling about business and walked to the corner of the room where Vision was talking to Steve and Thor, smiling gently at everyone as she joined the conversation.

Your attention fell on her immediately. You took a sip of your drink as you looked, she was pretending to be oblivious to your gaze, when all she was doing was to tease you.

She started smoothly. A shy smile at the comments while she kept her eyes on Vision. Nothing that would irritate you so much, enough for you to let your guard down and turn your attention to the conversation wheel in front of you.

Carol told a sarcastic joke that made Natasha laugh and move, giving you view of Wanda across the room again, and your smile died completely when you saw her, a hand on Vision's arm and a short laugh escaping her lips.

You would have walked over at that moment, but then Wanda looked at you, and you knew she was doing it on purpose. The little smile before she turned her attention to the group in front of her.

Naughty girl. You whispered in her head, taking another sip of your drink. From that distance you couldn't see the slight redness that appeared on her cheeks, but you wouldn't have cared.

Wanda needs to remember who she belongs to.

But not here.

You had already received polite warnings from Steve to control your temper. You weren't going to give Wanda a taste of victory, or Steve a taste of reason.

So all you did was signal the girls to follow you to the sofas, so that you had no view of Wanda. What the eyes can't see, the heart can't feel, right?

Realizing your plan, Wanda resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If she wanted to cause any reaction from you, she would have to try harder.

All she could do for the next few minutes, however, was listen and watch. Until the perfect idea occurred to her. Sam and Bucky were more than willing to start an argument any minute, pinning each other during the pool game a few feet away.

So Wanda exchanged a look with Steve, as if signaling that his friends were about to fight, and soon he and Vis were joining the table to calm tempers, and Wanda followed them.

Vision, in the best way one could put it, loved to explain things.

And all Wanda had to do was pretend she had no idea how to play Pool, the new position giving her full view of you from across the room, pretending to be paying attention to Natasha's speech when she could notice the way you were clenching your fists.

"It's a very simple game, Wanda." Vis began as he approached, and Wanda looked away from you to look at him, pretending to pay attention. "The main goal is to hit the balls to score points."

"How do I hold the stick?"

Wanda's tone was innocent, and sweet. It was also flirtatious, everyone could tell. And as Vision approached her to show her the correct way to hold the cue stick, the other boys exchanged glances with each other, apprehensive about the way she was behaving as they were familiar with how you acted with what belonged to you.

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head slightly, and Natasha, who was in the middle of her speech, looked at you curiously, Carol doing the same. But your gaze was in the direction of the pool table, where Vision had his arms around your girlfriend as she leaned over the table to make a move.

"Shit, this is going to be interesting." The captain remarked as she looked in the same direction and you cleared your throat before standing up, trying to control the irritation that was growing in your chest.

It was as if all the Avengers held their breath as soon as you stood up, which left the rest of the guests at the party confused to say the least. You walked slowly to the table, your expression indecipherable.

Wanda hesitated when you stopped on the opposite side, suddenly Vis's hands around her getting very uncomfortable. She thought she pushed too far as she noticed your gaze.

"Good evening." You greeted everyone politely, and then looked directly at Vis. "I'll give you five seconds to take your hands off her."

"I..."

"Four."

Vis looked confused, and made mention of turning away. But then he insisted.

"I'm just teaching Wanda how to play." He began, and as he babbled his excuses, you hum with your mouth, circling the table with your hands in your pockets. Wanda felt her heart race as the distance diminished, and when you stopped in front of her, she could barely breathe, a familiar warmth growing in the pit of her belly.

"My dear Avenger mate, don't make me shove that stick up your ass." You asked between teeth as soon as you stopped, interrupting Vis in the middle of his speech. Bucky and Sam held back their laughter, making a nasal noise. Vision stepped aside only to turn to you, a serious look on his face.

"Just so you know, she was the one who asked for help."

If Vision had just walked away, you wouldn't have done anything. But he had to say something. That's why you jumped on his neck, which turned into a bigger fight, with pushing and punching in the same second.

Of course your teammates separated you two very quickly, and you were foaming with rage when Bucky pulled you away.

The party was completely ruined after this. The guests were too frightened by the fight, and Tony complained loudly about being tired of scenes like this, but all you did was ignore the judgmental looks as the team tries to clean up the mess, the broken glass from the table where you threw Vision scattered all over the place.

Natasha guided you out of the room, but you dismissed her, grumbling that you were cool and would go home.

At the elevator door, Wanda caught up with you.

"I'm sorry." She asked hesitantly and you let out a short laugh, pressing the button to call the elevator before looking at her.

"No, you don't." You retort and she bites her lip, looking away. You resist the urge to kiss her. "But you will."

Wanda holds her breath, moving closer to you.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, her gaze lingering on your mouth.

"I'm not going to do anything." You retort with a chuckle, lifting your hand to caress her cheek with your fingers. She frowns in confusion, but the elevator opens and you step aside to enter. Wanda accompanies you in silence.

You know that she is dying to know what will happen when you two get home. That's why you keep quiet.

She can barely contain herself, twiddling her fingers nervously as you both get into the car, and then wiggling her leg anxiously as you drive.

You stop at a traffic light, and your hand goes from the steering wheel straight to her thigh, squeezing gently and making Wanda moan softly.

"Don't be nervous, baby." You say without looking at her. "Only a few more minutes to go."

"What are you going to do with me?" She asks again, her tone pleading. You bite your lips, moving your hand away from her leg. "Please tell me."

"I thought you liked teasing." You retort as you drive back. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh.

She is silent for a moment, and you mumble the low song coming out of the stereo, figuring she will wait, but then she lets out a noise that sounds like a whine and you squeeze the steering wheel hard.

"Baby?" you call out without looking away, out of the corner of your eye you can see the way she has closed her legs, pressed them together tightly. You sigh in disbelief. "Did I say you could relieve yourself in my car?"

"Please i’m..."

You maneuvered the car quickly onto the roadside. And then you turned to Wanda, pulling her face against yours and pressing your lips together in a firm kiss that made her whimper.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, your tongue flicking against hers and making her see stars, the wetness rising inside her panties.

At the same speed that you came closer, you pulled away, and she let out a dissatisfied grumble, missing your mouth immediately.

"What's gotten into you today baby?" You ask next, lowering your fingers to her inner thighs to the inside of her skirt. Wanda barely has time to shiver in anticipation before she feels you slide between her wet pussy, gasping at the feel of your touch where she wanted it so badly. "That whole scene at the party, and trying to relieve yourself alone next to me, thinking I wouldn't notice... such a naughty little brat."

Wanda whimpered needily, feeling your fingers move in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Every time you entered, her pussy throbbed in search of more, you had barely started and she was already so close.

"I-I'm sorry." She gasped, closing her eyes, one hand clutching the leather of the seat hard and the other digging her nails into your arm. "Oh Fuck I'm... I'm so close..."

"Oh my silly baby, you won't cum tonight." You retort in a teasing tone, and Wanda immediately opens her eyes, tears of pleasure from prolonged overwhelming sensation and the denial of the relief she is clinging to in them. You have a little smile and push your fingers deep enough for her to moan loudly, throwing her head back as her whole body burns and shivers. She's just so fucking close, you can feel how hot and slippery she has become, feel her heartbeat on your fingertips as her pussy tighten against your fingers. And that's why you pull out of her completely.

"L-love, please I need..." She begged breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling out of rhythm.You lifted your wet fingers to your mouth, and tasted her as you looked into her eyes, watching her pupils darken completely as she whimpers.

"Be a quiet good girl for me and I will let you cum tomorrow, baby." You warn before moving away, ignoring the urge to touch Wanda again as you straighten up in your seat.

"You promise?" She asks pleadingly and you glance at her before starting the vehicle again.

"It 's up to you."

You drive. And at the next light, you smirk when you see Wanda checking the time on her cell phone, impressed by the speed of her deduction. In a few minutes it will already be tomorrow.

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lavender and velvet //part eight

SUMMARY: she had her fathers eyes, his aristocratic looks, her grandmothers spite, her mothers heart, but the one thing she didn't have was the love of her father that her god brother received. juliet black finally meets her father who has already decided who his child is.

PAIRINGS: George Weasley X OC!SiriusDaughter

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The house was abuzz with Christmas cheer the following day. They had spent the morning decorating the dark and dreary Grimmauld Place with Christmas decorations, and Sirius had kept the cheer alive by singing Christmas carols at random. Hermione had arrived as well, having decided against going skiing with her parents. 

Harry had stayed upstairs, no matter how many times Molly had tried to lure him down. Juliet felt slightly guilty for being happy that he had stayed up there, as it meant she had more of Sirius’ attention. She was trying her best not to be so standoffish towards her father. It was easier now, with him in such a joyous mood and Harry out of the picture.

Remus came by around noon to take Juliet to Diagon Alley to shop for presents. The two of them had set out by fifteen after, and by one o’clock they were nearly done shopping.

“So, how have things at school been?” Remus questioned as they walked past Ollivanders. 

A strong gust of wind blew flecks of snow over them, and Juliet wished she would have worn her cloak. She had dressed casually in jeans and a sweater, with George’s parka thrown over it. She hadn't been able to find her own, and George was more than willing to offer his out.

“It’s been alright,” Juliet paused, chewing her lip. She wasn’t sure how much she should say about Umbridge, or Theo. “Our new teacher has been quite the experience, I can tell you that.”

Remus’ mouth drew into a tight line. “Yes. That ghastly woman has made life difficult for me as well.”

“Seems she likes to hold grudges, too,” Juliet said lightly, holding the door to Madam Primpernelle’s, a beauty shop. “Me being the daughter of the infamous Black, and my adoptive father being a werewolf, well, I feel she nearly fainted when she saw me in her class.”

Remus let out a humorless laugh. “I’m sure you’ve given her the utmost respect.”

“Course I have. I was raised by the most respectable man, wasn’t I?”

She ducked away from Remus’ swatting hand, heading over to the shelves of different colored potions and jars. Scanning over them, she picked a few for Ginny. The girl loved skincare, as was evident by her gleaming blemish free freckled skin, so she replenished a few of the ones she knew the ginger haired girl was low on. Plucking a dark amber colored perfume that proclaimed to be of a woodsy scent, she was done shopping for Ginny. 

Remus looked more than happy when she rang up her purchases, and they left the store. He had looked out of place while they had been in there, and Juliet couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Alright, now you’ve just got to get something for the twins, correct?” Remus asked her as they walked down the cobblestone pathway. 

Juliet nodded, heading towards the Apothecary. She knew there were a few ingredients that were vital to the twin’s joke shop plans, and she knew it would be the most worthwhile gift she could give the two.

She found what she needed inside rather quickly, and as she was walking back outside of the shop, she couldn’t help but feel as though they needed something more.

“What’s got you looking like you swallowed an acid pop?” Remus nudged her shoulder, taking a few bags from her. 

“I dunno,” she sighed heavily, watching the fog from her mouth swirl away from them. “I just feel like I should get them something more personal.”

“Them, or just George?” 

“My goodness, you too?!” Juliet stopped in her tracks, her hands on her hips. The multiple shopping bags she carried smacked against her thighs harshly, but she ignored the pain. “Why does everyone assume we like each other? George is my best friend, my absolute best friend, and he’s outrageously gorgeous and funny and caring and kind, and he would much rather date Alicia Spinnet whose also gorgeous and kind and stupid Gryffindor rather than a Slytherin-”

“Woah, okay, okay,” Remus cut her off, putting his hand up to halt her ranting. He looked sideswiped, as though he hadn’t been expecting that reaction. “I didn’t mean to upset you, I just thought that you and George were… heading in that direction. I’ve always liked him, you know, I think he’s much better than the son of a Death Eater.”

“My merlin, who told you?” 

“I may have questioned Fred and promised him some more doxy venom if he would care to gossip with me.”

“You are unbelievable.”

The two of them resumed their walking, Juliet silently fuming. If Remus knew, then surely Sirius knew about Theo. They wouldn’t understand! Sure, he did carry a bit of the usual pureblood prejudices, but he seemed to be seeing her point of view a bit better. He was kind, too, much more so than the other Slytherin boys. 

But he wasn’t George, the voice in her head pointed out.

She shook her head. Why would she think that? George was her best friend. That was that. Just like Fred. They were both her best friends. Nothing more to it. 

So why did she keep thinking about how breathtakingly handsome he was?

“Look, you could give him that,” Remus broke her out of her thoughts, pointing towards a street peddler, who was advertising picture frames. “Let’s take a look.”

The closer they got, the more they could hear what she was advertising. She claimed you could think of any memory, and she could extract it from your thoughts, and turn it into a picture. It seemed impossible, even with magic, but with Remus’ encouragement she decided to try it.

“Alright love, what can I do for you?” the girl gave a wide smile, her teeth a light blue color.

“I’d like a picture of my best friend and I,” Juliet paused, her face falling. “Although I suppose if it’s my memory, I won’t be in the picture.”

“Well, I’m sure I could think of one for you,” Remus spoke up, winking at the girl waiting eagerly. “How about I do one of both you and the twins, and one of you and George? That way Fred won’t feel left out.”

Juliet nodded, and she stood by and watched as the lady explained the process. All Remus had to do was think of a memory, and she would extract it from his mind and place it onto the picture film. 

Once Remus confirmed he was ready, the woman pressed her wand to his temple and drew out a silvery strand that she quickly placed onto the four by six film.

Juliet let out a gasp of awe as the picture quickly focused into place. The three of them were at the Weasley’s, Juliet and George sitting on the couch as Fred sprawled out over them.  They were all laughing, jostling Fred around in an attempt to get him off them. 

“That’s amazing!” she exclaimed, beaming at the girl.

The girl wore a bright smile as she extracted the next silvery memory from Remus. As it focused into place on the film, Juliet felt her heart skip a beat as it focused into place. 

This memory was from this summer at Grimmauld Place. They both sat on the floor, her head in George’s lap as he lazily ran his fingers through her hair. He was looking down at her with that expression he wore at Kings Cross, while she read from a muggle book Remus had gotten her. She lowered the book slightly, and the two of them broke out in laughter.

Juliet felt her chest constrict, and her stomach dropped. Her conflicting feelings hit her like the knight bus, and she inhaled sharply.

She fucking liked George. A lot. A hell of a fucking lot. 

“Do you like it?” the girl asked, a grin on her face.

“It’s perfect,” Remus nodded, taking out his pouch from Gringotts. “How much do I owe you?”

“Three Galleons and two Sickles,” the girl replied brightly. “For an extra two Galleons, I can throw another one in for a discounted price.”

Remus hesitated, before nodding and pulling out the coins. “Alright, sounds like a deal.”

The girl took the coins, and placed them in her bag. She then waited for Remus to say he was ready, before she placed her wand to the tip of his temple once more, the silvery memory splashing onto the film before them.

This one was different, and it took Juliet a moment to place the scene and recognize the people there. Once she did, thoughts of George left and all she could do was stare.

 A man with unruly black hair and glasses next to a gorgeous girl with stunning green eyes and dark red hair sat on the floor with a chunky baby who had a tuft of black hair, waving his fists around as he seemed to be babbling to the other baby next to him. This baby had soft brown hair, a girl, holding a snitch in her tiny fist as she smiled at the baby. Behind her, sat a handsome man with wavy black hair and a charming smile, a woman with long blonde hair resting her head on his shoulder with a smile on her face. 

“Mum,” Juliet said the word softly, her voice catching in her throat. “Is that Harry and his parents?”

Remus nodded, his eyes taking on a faraway look. “Any chance I could have another copy?”

“For twelve sickles, you certainly can.”

A few minutes later, and they were on their way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Knots formed in Juliet’s stomach as she realized she was that much closer to being back to Grimmauld Place, which wouldn’t be a problem if she hadn’t had the earth shattering realization that she liked her best friend of twelve years.

“How about we get a cup of Butterbeer before we head back, hm?” 

Juliet nodded thankfully at Remus’ suggestion, and the two of them sat at a table with a slightly sticky top. They had their bags underneath the table and between their legs, just in case any of the more questioning patrons thought of taking their gifts.

Remus ordered each of them a Butterbeer, and with a wink thrown her way, a cauldron cake and a pumpkin pastry. It was their tradition every year to do this after Christmas shopping, and she had been slightly worried that they may not have been able to do so with everything going on with the Order.

“I’m not needed anywhere until four, so we’ve still got an hour.” Remus explained, waving his wand towards the table to rid it of its stickiness. 

“Will you be by on Christmas eve or day at all?” asked Juliet, her chin in her hand as she awaited his response.

“I think I can swing it with Dumbledore to stop by Christmas day.”

“What does he have you all doing, anyways?”

As soon as the question left her mouth, she could have kicked herself. She knew he probably wasn’t allowed to discuss it with her, much less in the crowded Leaky Cauldron. The response from Remus shaking his head imperceptibly let her know it was a foolish question.

Their drinks arrived, and they spent the next half an hour munching on their treats and drinking their Butterbeer. As usual, they split the two treats between each other. It was their Christmas tradition. Remus inquired about how school was going, and hinted about the DA, and she told him both were going well. She let him know how great of a teacher Harry was, and how they had started getting along better.

“Juliet!”

Remus and Juliet both turned to see who had called her name, and her heart warmed as she saw Narcissa and Draco making their way over towards her. She stood up eagerly from the table, engulfing her aunt in a hug.

“Auntie Cissy, it’s so good to see you!”

“I’m here too, y’know.” Draco muttered at his mothers side, his fuzzy hat nearly covering his eyes.

Juliet rolled her eyes, and pulled out of her aunt's warm and good smelling embrace. She hugged Draco overly tightly, letting go to pinch his cheeks.

“Oh, my dearest Draco, how could I ever forget you!”

“Oh, bugger off.” Draco grumbled, swatting her away.

“Draco, be nice to your cousin,” Narcissa gently reprimanded, turning her attention back to Juliet with a warm smile. “Juliet, we missed you at our house over summer hols.”

“Yes, it seemed you were dogging our invitations.” Lucius appeared behind them, a cold look on his face as he eyed Remus who had come to stand next to Juliet.

“Molly needed her help over the summer,” Remus responded coldly, his hand resting on Juliet’s shoulder protectively. “Juliet was quite busy.”

“I’m sure you all were.” Lucius had a look in his eye Juliet didn’t at all.

“Juliet, would you like to come over for Christmas eve?” Narcissa asked, giving her husband a harsh look from the corner of her eyes.

“I would-” Juliet began, but was cut off from Remus’ quick reply.

“Actually, we’re traveling for Christmas this year. Just needed to grab a few things before we left, but we are heading off later tonight.”

“Where are you headed?” Lucius cocked his head, flexing his fingers on his cane. “Not too far, I would imagine. On your salary, or lack thereof.”

Remus tightened his jaw, and Juliet quickly tried to diffuse the tension.

“I’ll see if we’re back by then, Auntie,” Juliet tried to smile, but she thought it came off as more of a grimace. “I’ll write to Draco if I am.”

Narcissa nodded and smiled at her. Lucius cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

“Well, Juliet, our home is always welcome to you,” a glint appeared in his eyes. “Especially if you find your… dog, prefers someone else over you.”

“Let’s go, Juliet.” Remus had dropped all pretense of being polite, and gripped her hand harshly as he turned her around.

He quickly gathered their bags, keeping a painful grip on her arm. Juliet let herself be dragged away, flashing an apologetic look towards Draco and Narcissa. She knew Lucius was an ass, but she hated that Remus was making her leave without a goodbye.

“Let go of my arm,” Juliet snapped once they were outside, yanking it out of his grip. “That hurt.”

“Sorry,” Remus replied distractedly, not sounding very apologetic at all. “We have to get a move on. I need to tell Dumbledore immediately about Malfoy.”

Juliet rolled her eyes, and followed Remus to a more secluded area where he apparated them back to the front of Grimmauld Place. Once the place appeared, they entered quickly.

“Remus, Juliet, is that you?” Molly called from the kitchen, the smells of dinner and the sounds of Christmas carols floating through the house.

“It’s us, Molly,” Remus replied quickly, shifting the bags to Juliet. “I’ve got to send a message to Dumbledore right away, and then get off to…” his voice disappeared as he slipped further down the hall.

“What was that?” questioned Molly, entering the hallway to see Juliet standing with the weight of all the bags on her arms. “Oh, dear, would you like help? Fred, George, come help Jules!”

Juliet’s face flushed as Fred and George bounded down the steps, he heart leaping to her throat when George stood in front of her.

“Ah, what have we got here?” Fred attempted to peer inside the bags.

“I don’t think so, Weasley,” Juliet snatched them away from him, handing over the ones with Ginny’s, Harry’s, Ron, and their parents presents. “You and your brother can carry these. I will make sure these ones are hidden far away from you lot.”

“Oh, so now I’m the brother?” George joked, although she could see some genuine hurt showing underneath the joking manner. 

“Course not, Georgie,” replied Juliet, her voice uncharacteristically soft. “You’re my best friend.”

The two of them shared eye contact, brown meeting grey. The air seemed to grow heavier around the two, and Juliet could feel her confession threatening to claw its way out of her throat-

But then George looked away, clearing his throat, and Juliet flushed once more, embarrassed at herself. Why did she have to figure out she had feelings for him?

“Alright, Jules, make sure you have your presents wrapped,” Remus reappeared, pulling his wand from his pocket. “I’ll see you on Christmas.”

He gave her a tight hug, and then left Grimmauld Place. She felt a bit empty, sad, about watching him go, but shrugged it off. He would be back.

The twins helped her carry the presents off to the small room with the Black family tree, and after casting them out and locking the door, she began wrapping her presents. The only one that wasn’t one she was giving out, was the picture of her parents and Harry’s with them as babies, from Remus to Harry. She wrapped it carefully, and set it aside. 

Wrapping everything had taken nearly an hour. She was meticulous in her wrapping, and had to have everything be perfect. On the back of the picture with her and George, she had debated on what to write on it before finally deciding to simply write, ‘to my best friend. love you. -Jules’. 

She found herself staring at the other copy of the picture Harry was receiving, examining every picture. She didn’t have many, or really any, pictures of her and her parents. She only had one lone picture of her mum, a few of her father, and none of them all together. Most of it had been lost along with her mum.

A knock broke her out of her thoughts, and she wiped tears as she looked up.

“Juliet? Can I come in?” Sirius’ voice came through the thick wood. 

She swished her wand to unlock the door in reply, and Sirius entered the room. He chuckled at the sight of the slight pile of presents next to her. It died down as he saw the picture in her hand, and he carefully sat next to her.

“Where did you get that?”

So, Juliet launched into an explanation of the girl who made memories into pictures. By the end of her explanation, Sirius looked thoroughly impressed. 

“Not too bad of a price, either,” Sirius rubbed his face, looking down at the picture. “When this whole mess is cleared up, I’ll have to pay her a visit. I can think of a million memories I want to be tangible.”

It was silent for a moment, as Sirius stared at the picture. 

“I always think of how things would have been so different had I not gone after Peter that day,” his voice was low, rough. “I would have never had to leave you, or Harry. I could have raised you both, protected you both… you both would have known so much love.”

“Remus has given me plenty of love,” Juliet replied defensively. His words rubbed her the wrong way. “But when you finally came back, you didn’t show me any. You may have missed out on the first thirteen years of my life, but you could make up for it. Instead you’re giving it all to Harry.”

The admission made her breathless, and her words seemed to hang around them. She held her breath, expecting Sirius to retort angrily as he always did, but he didn’t. Instead, he sagged his shoulders, slumping forward, and nodded.

“I know I haven’t been the best father to you, Jules,” he began earnestly. “I look at Harry and I see… I see James. My best friend, nearly my brother. Hell, he was my brother for all intents and purposes. I pushed him to use Peter as the secret keeper. If I hadn’t done so, Harry would have had a father. I feel the only way to make it up to them is by doing my best to be the father figure I robbed him of.”

This time, it was his admission that hung around them. On one hand, Juliet felt vindicated that he finally admitted to the favoritism, but on the other hand; she felt if he was able to be so insightful and see he was acting that way, he was able to not do so. 

“I just want you to love me like you love him,” her voice was just above a whisper. “I used to dream about you coming home and us being a family. But you never came back for me. It was Harry you came back for. Not me. It hurts.”

“I saw Pettigrew in the paper,” Sirius shook his head. “I knew if he was still alive, my chance for redemption was there. If I could just get hold of him, I could prove my innocence and take guardianship of Harry, and you. That gave me all I needed to break out. And then… Peter got away.”

Juliet was silent again. He didn’t leave for Harry, he left because he saw a way for him to put his life back together. Not only for Harry, but for her.

“I know I haven’t been as good as showing care for you like I have been with Harry. It just feels so natural towards Harry, because of his dad. But I’m your dad. Literally. And I’m sorry I’ve made you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. She felt vindicated, so vindicated, and relief at hearing these words come from his mouth made her happy.

“Your mother would have been right pissed, you know,” Sirius nudged her shoulder, still looking down at the picture in her hands. “You turned out to have the Black looks through and through. She had hoped you would have been a spitting image of her. We had a bet going, before…” and his voice trailed off, lost in memories.

“Do you miss her?”

“I do. It’s gotten easier, but… your mother was special. A really good friend.”

“Remus always told me stories about her. And you, and James, and Peter. Lily seemed to be the only one of you with her head on straight. Sometimes, when I was younger, I would pretend my dolls were you guys. Like you were there with me.”

Sirius wrapped an arm around her, hugging her tightly. “I’m here now. I’m sorry I wasn’t before.”

Her heart swelled as for the first time, she felt comforted by her father. Her blood father. Remus was her father in every sense of the word, but she had always craved Sirius’ love and presence. Now, she had both.

Things were getting better.

[capstoverogers]

Pick Up Games - A 90s Avengers Fic

Synopsis: In a universe where Carol Danvers stays her ass put on Earth and the entire MCU takes place during the greatest decade, I present to you: the Avengers in the 90s, playing street ball

Pairings: Carol Danvers/Maria Rambeau, BestFriends!Maria Rambeau & Sam Wilson, Implied Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes, V Subtle BlackHill

Warnings: Allusions to the traumatizing singing animatronics at Chuck E. Cheese

Word Count: 1,156

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In 1996, Sam Wilson is always wearing his Scottie Pippen Chicago Bulls jersey.

“MJ would be nothing without Pippen,” he constantly and confidently explains to anyone who will listen. “Every Michael needs his Scottie.”

Sam thinks he’s a much better basketball player than he actually is, but he can hold his own if he can keep his trigger-happy hands from launching an unnecessary three-pointer in pick-up games. He’ll maybe make one per game (and will consider himself the next Steve Kerr because of it), but he makes up for it because he’s the absolute king of assists.

Sam and Carol Danvers lead the charge to get some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and the Avengers together to play pick-up every Saturday morning at the closest park. Maria and Monica Rambeau always dutifully watch from the bleachers (the former acting like its her greatest weekend inconvenience, though they all know she loves it). Monica insists on bringing the boombox, acts as the official DJ as she switches back and forth between the local hip hop and classic rock stations, because Carol swears nothing gets her in the game like glam metal.

Steve Rogers can always be seen nervously pacing the sidelines (he doesn’t think it’d be fair if he and his bulging chest join the game; besides he’s always been more of a baseball kind of guy), acting as the unofficial referee, no matter how many times they explain to him that the very nature of street ball is no rules.

“I just don’t want anybody to get hurt,” he whines with a pout so unintentionally puppy-like that they can’t help but keep letting him ref.

They call Bucky Barnes “the silent assassin” because you forget he’s there until suddenly he’s dropped twenty buckets on you out of nowhere. He grumbles every time Sam smacks his ass after a good play, but they all share secret smirks at the way he also flushes.

Rambeau alternates between heckling Sam every time he bricks a shot and hollering, “Hell yeah, that’s my best friend!” whenever he does his signature fake right, dish left to a wide open Hawkeye who sinks the three or lobs a perfect ally oop to Thor for the slam dunk.

Speaking of Hawkeye, Clint Barton is absolutely useless unless he’s behind the arc. Can’t dribble worth shit, but no one’s ever seen him miss a shot. Not ever.

Natasha Romanoff doesn’t play but can always be found wearing the shortest shorts anyone’s ever seen as she lounges on the bleachers, bobbing her head to the radio and trading jokes with Monica. When the game ends, she husks out a ‘good game, boys’ until an insistent cough draws her attention to a playfully glowering Maria Hill (who is an absolute beast on defense and in the post with that delightfully long torso of hers).

Without fail, Natasha flashes her the kind of smirk that’ll make you have to gulp down an entire gatorade in one go.

“But of course as always, the ladies did it better.”

“Thank you.” That would be Carol interrupting the moment. She’s the self-proclaimed captain every week and takes pick-up games way too seriously. Peter Parker’s no longer allowed to play with them because everyone’s afraid her competitiveness with crush his tiny little earnest spirit.

Carol’s absolutely radiant when her team wins, though, immediately beelining it to the bleachers to hoist a cheering Monica onto her shoulders as she quirks an eyebrow at the girl’s pretending-not-to-be-impressed mother.

“Don’t I get something for winning?” Carol baits.

“Yeah, you get to follow this ass to the car so you can buy us lunch.”

There’s a chorus of “oooohs” and Carol pouts until Rambeau breaks down and plants a kiss on her lips. Monica scrambles off Carol’s shoulders to leap into the arms of an approaching Sam (in a frankly very dangerous maneuver that Maria side eyes with pursed lips) as they all head for the parking lot. Bruce Banner - who shows up late and smothered in sunscreen - consoles a ruddy faced Thor with an awkward pat on the back, because the God of Thunder is absolutely a sore loser.

(“These silly Midgard games have nothing on the grand arena events we’d hold on Asgard each century! There I am the undisputed champion!”)

Carol and Maria jump into their neighboring convertibles, playfully competing to see who can get Monica to ride with them until the girl proclaims “I want to ride with Uncle Sam!” Carol gapes and Maria rolls her eyes fondly as Sam triumphantly cackles.

“You raising her right, Rambeau,” Sam teases. “She knows quality when she sees it.”

Carol putting her middle finger on display in his direction just makes Sam laugh louder as he carries Monica over to his trusty blue Camry, followed a little too close by Bucky (everyone does them the courtesy of pretending not to notice). Steve throws his ham-hocked leg over his Harley, and the rest pile into Barton’s mini van (Natasha forgoes claiming her usual assumed position of shot gun to instead press her thighs against a self-satisfied Maria Hill in the backseat).

They make their way to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch because let’s be real, Monica calls the shots (and Sam honestly likes their pizza, he doesn’t care how the super soldier Brooklyn Boys give him shit for this “blasphemy”). Tony Stark, Pepper Potts and little Morgan Stark meet them there and Stark spontaneously decides to buy a birthday party package, even though it’s nowhere close to anyone’s birthday and the Chuck E. Cheese is technically already fully booked for the day. But he’s Tony Stark - like they’re really gonna say no. With a slice of pizza in one hand and a fountain coke in the other, Tony babbles on about how he could improve the animatronic technology to make it less creepy.

“I better not go into the garage later and see one of those things,” Pepper warns as she warily eyes the stuttering movements of robotic Chuck and gang as they sing an honestly not terrible cover of the Beatles “Eight Days a Week.”

Carol and Monica go on a rampage through all the games and absolutely clean out the place, earning enough tickets to win a huge Captain Marvel plushie that Carol cheekily gifts Maria (who rolls her eyes but secretly pulls out to cuddle against every time Carol’s called up to space for long periods of time) and Thor talks excitedly about the nine realms with a creature he swears he recognizes from space until Bruce has to gently point out that it’s just a human in a giant rat costume.

That night, Carol gets an AOL instant message from NicholasNotNickFury:

NicholasNotNickFury: thanks for inviting me to your little Saturday pick up games

CaptainHotStuff: but we didn’t invite you

NicholasNotNickFury: IT WAS SARCASM DANVERS

The end.

[twdeadfanfic]

Bonded to you Pt.15

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter: 15/17

Words: 3289 on Mondays

Summary:  Daryl and reader had a something while they both stayed at the Sanctuary after the Saviours were defeated, a secret sort of relationship, that reader wanted to make something more. However, after Rick blows the bridge, Daryl leaves her without a word, unaware of her being pregnant with his child and it’s not after almost two years that Daryl finds out he has a child…and his anger at reader for not having told him before, rivals with reader’s anger at having being tossed aside as nothing by him those to years ago…will they be able to put aside their hurt feelings and resenment, for their kid? Will maybe be able to pick up their relationship again?

Dad Daryl, cute fluffy baby-toddler moments, angsty/awkward reader relationship.

You can find more chapters and  Daryl fics in my masterlist.

Last chapter, reader got stomach sick and so Daryl went to their place to help around and keep an eye on their kid, reader and him share some moments together, talking...

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The afternoon was spent on listening to Naia babbling to you what she had done at the park, and then Daryl reading to you both again the book that Carol had given Naia at the Kingdom. After a while, though, you felt something in your belly, and you were pretty sure those weren’t painful cramps but actually your stomach growling, and quite loudly, since Daryl noticed too.

“I think…I think I might be hungry?” You said, surprised, and Daryl smiled.

“That’s a good sign, yeah?”

“I think so…I hope! Damn, I’m starving!” You chuckled.

“I’m gonna bring you something.” Daryl rushed onto his feet. “Naia, stay here, okay sweetheart?”

Naia nodded, but as soon as Daryl was out of the room, she began walking towards your bed.

“No! Stop!” You said a little louder than you’d have wanted to, and Naia stopped but pouted. “Sorry, I’m sorry, darling, I’m sorry I yelled,” you rushed to apologize.

“Want mommy.”

“I know, darling, and I want it too, but I don’t want to make you sick, okay?” You explained again.

“Dog.” She pointed at the dog, who was at the feet of the bed.

“But Dog can’t get sick.” Could he? You hadn’t thought about it…you hoped he couldn’t. “I’ll tell Daryl to bring Siddiq tomorrow, and of he says I’m good then I’ll hold you and I won’t put you down for the whole day and night.” You honestly couldn’t wait. “Okay, darling?”

Naia nodded, but she seemed down, and it hurt you, but you didn’t know what else to do.

When Daryl came back with a bowl of stew, the sight and smell of it made your stomach growl even more, and you began to devour it. “Take it easy,” Daryl warned you, but he smiled looking at you eating, and you tried to slow down. He frowned looking at Naia, who still seemed a bit down, and he picked her up to sit on the chair with her on his lap. “Look, mom’s eating yeah? That means she’s better, and soon she’s gonna be good. Okay?” Naia looked at you and then at Daryl, and finally she smiled, nodding.

They stayed in your room for another hour, playing with the construction blocks and talking with you, until it was time for them to have dinner, Daryl offered to bring you more stew and dine with you, but you didn’t want to push your luck and you wanted to wait and see if you could hold down the one you had eaten.

“Alright…” Daryl walked closer to pick up the empty bowl and then he looked at you but didn’t say anything.

“What?”

“Nothing…” Daryl looked away, blushing, and you frowned, wondering what was going on. “I just…well, I uh…” He looked at Naia, who was talking with Dog as she showed him a construction block, then at you, then quickly away. “I..uh…I mean it, what I said…that I liked to be here…with Naia but uh…with you, too.”

Daryl didn’t give you time to say anything, already walking away and reaching his hand for Naia, telling her that they were going to have dinner and then go back up with mom, but you didn’t know what to say either. It was good that Daryl liked to spend time with you, yes, it was…too good, maybe, his words had made your heart flutter again, and there were twirls in your stomach that you were very sure weren’t due to neither sickness nor hunger.

You didn’t know what to think, though. Daryl could say that just because you both were friends, having managed to push past everything that had happened between you two, past all your wrong decisions, guilt, and anger, sure you both enjoyed each other company.

But…

But what if he might mean something else? What if he felt like you maybe, maybe felt, what if he maybe still had some feelings for you that weren’t only friendly…You felt divided, pulled into a million different thoughts and considerations. If that was the case, which you weren’t sure it was, you still thought that it might be not worth the risk to try something again, just to have it ending badly once more, this time it’d hurt Naia too…but what if it didn’t end badly? Another voice in your head asked, only to have another shushing it.

You groaned aloud, hiding your face in your hands. Probably you should stop overthinking stuff, you didn’t even know what Daryl meant, you weren’t even sure of your own feelings…were you?

Ugh.

This was a mess, you were a mess, your feelings were a mess, why everything had to be always a mess between Daryl and you…and yet, there they were, those stupid flutters in your heart and those damn twirls in your stomach. You tried to stomp on them… without much luck.

You were still a mess of weird feelings when Daryl and Naia came back to the room and your heart did a weird thing again before you controlled yourself and your silly reckless feelings.

They stayed there with you until it was time for Naia to sleep, and though she once again didn’t want to leave you, Daryl managed to convince her.

“Daryl?” You called for him before he left the room. “I like to spend time with you too.” You didn’t know why you said it, maybe you shouldn’t, but you knew it was true. And maybe…maybe the way in which Daryl smiled at your words made them worthy.

You tried to stop your million different trains of thoughts by focusing on Daryl’s voice as he read to Naia in the other room, though you couldn’t stop neither the thoughts nor the feelings, but you found yourself feeling a bit drowsy after a while. You were awake, though, when Daryl came back to check on you, and you noticed him at the threshold of the door.

“I’m awake,” you told him quietly before he left.

“You should be sleeping.”

“I’m trying.” You chuckled, Daryl could be worse than any nurse sometimes.

“You need something?” Daryl asked as he walked in.

“No, I’m good.”

“Sure you don’t want more stew?”

You considered it for a second but decided to wait and see how your stomach did. “No, I’m good.”

“Okay, but if you wake up hungry you tell me, okay?” Daryl told you and you nodded, even if you weren’t sure you’d feel like waking up Daryl if he was asleep. “Sure you don’t need anything?”

“Actually…” You chewed on your lip. “It’s embarrassing but could you walk with me to the bathroom? When I went before I was still weak on my legs…”

“Sure, come on.” Daryl nodded and walked closer to you, reaching out his hand and helping you up.”

“Woah…” You felt a bit dizzy as you got up and weak still as you tried to walk.

“Careful,” Daryl stopped your wobbling. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure I feel like this because of not eating, not because I’m sick.” You explained.

“Then maybe you should try to eat a bit…” Daryl seemed worried, and when you wobbled again he stopped you. “Wait, come here.” He wrapped an arm around you to hold you more firmly and you found your own arm wrapping around him almost as it own accord…you had all kind of feelings and twirls in your belly feeling Daryl holding you, leaning against his warm body, close like that…you tried to stop it, Daryl was just being kind and helpful, and helping you walk, and there you were thinking all kind of things that you shouldn’t.

“I got it from here,” you murmured once you both reached the door of the bathroom, embarrassed.

“Careful,” Daryl let go of you and you walked into the bathroom, supporting yourself with the wall and closing the door behind you. Once you were done and walked out, Daryl reached out to wrap his arm around you again, and you couldn’t help yourself from leaning into him.

It felt good, to be held by him, to felt his body against you, after all this time, no matter that you tried to ignore it.

“There you go.” Daryl walked you to the bed and helped you lower down, sitting down on the mattress as he made sure you were stable.

Daryl had his arms still around you waist, looking at you as he made sure you were alright while you held onto him, arms around his shoulders, not having let go of him quite yet as you looked at each other in silence, and that flash of feelings that you couldn’t get rid of seemed to go between you two again.

Daryl seemed to lean towards you, or maybe it was you who did it, but suddenly it seemed as if you two were closer, and then, before you could even realize what was going on, you were kissing. You thought it was Daryl who had kissed you, but maybe it had been you who kissed him, you weren’t sure, but you were too far gone to care, kissing him back as his hand cupped your cheek, butterflies flying in your belly…at least until you realized what were you doing and you went back to your senses, pulling back.

Daryl looked at you and you looked at him. “I thought…I…” He mumbled before looking away. “Sorry.” He muttered as he got up from the bed but you reached out, holding his arm out of instinct, trying to stop him from going away, knowing that he thought you were rejecting him, and maybe it would be better to let him think that, but you just couldn’t.

“Daryl, wait…I wanted to kiss you,” you admitted shyly, and Daryl looked at you, seeming confused. “But…it’s complicated…”

“How?”

“You know that you and I have history…”

Daryl shook his head, seeming frustrated. “No, just say what you think.”

“Okay…” You let out a sigh, trying to find words to explain that mess of feelings and thoughts that not even you understood, and you tugged at Daryl’s arm so he’d sit down on the bed again. “So…I think I have feelings for you again, or maybe they never went away, I don’t know…” You shrugged, chewing on your lip. “So maybe I’d want to, well, have something with you again, it seems I can’t stop thinking about it all the time…But it’s complicated, it’s not like before, we have a kid now.”

“Ain’t that more reason to be together?” Daryl asked, frown on his face.

“I…I guess…but if we try something and it doesn’t work, it’d hurt her, if we mess things between us, it’d affect her too, I know you don’t want that.”

“I don’t.” Daryl nodded. “But we’ve been taking care of her together all these months, I thought…dunno…” He shrugged, seeming shy. “Why we’d mess it?”

“It’s not like it went that well between us last time, it ended…badly…” You said weakly and Daryl let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

“I know the way I left you was wrong, I told you I know, I sorry, you know I am,” he said without looking up at you.

“I know…just…” You chewed on your lip, considering your next words, not sure of how Daryl might react. “Daryl, what was I for you, before?”

“What you mean?”

“I mean…” You felt shy to say it, but you forced yourself. “I loved you, you know it, right? I did…and what I always wondered is…did you love me? I know you liked to be with me, I know you cared for me, and it’s not like it wasn’t enough but…did you love me?”

Daryl seemed as shy and awkward as you had guessed he would, but he didn’t pull away from you, in fact he reached to hold your hand, and you felt his fingers twitching nervously. “I did… I know I ain’t…that I wasn’t good at saying or showing it, but I did. If I hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been so hard to leave, wouldn’t have been afraid of not being able to leave if I saw you first, talked to you, wouldn’t have had to run away from you as I did. But I loved you…and…and I don’t think I ever really stopped.”

You weren’t sure of what you were expecting, but Daryl’s words were more than what you were expecting anyway, it made you feel all those things that you had tried not to, that flutter in your heart, the butterflies in your belly, everything, and part of you felt like pulling him closer and kissing him again, but you didn’t.

“That’s…that’s good to hear…” You tried to follow your brain and not your heart, but you couldn't help the twirls in your belly at his words, the way in which your smile grew, giddy almost, and you bit your lip, trying to control your feelings. “But Daryl, I need to know what you want, I need you to be sure…do you want us to be together again, a relationship?

“You don’t?” Daryl asked, frown on his face.

“I…I shouldn’t, but I do, I can’t help it, I can’t help how I feel for you…” You admitted, shy. You had tried, but you couldn’t stop it, and you knew that you had longed for him even when your heart had been broken, and now all his words were making your heart beat like a wild horse, butterflies flying in your belly, and you couldn’t stop it even if you tried to be rational. “I always feel this connection with you and I just can’t stop it…”

“Ain’t like I can help it either…” Daryl muttered, a shy, small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, that adorable smile, and again you had to stop yourself from kissing him, there were still things to discuss.

“Daryl…I have all these feelings for you, and I want to be with you, I want us to be together again, if you’re sure that you want it, only if you really are sure,” you began to explain, fidgeting and feeling vulnerable. “Not only because of Naia, but because I don’t think I can take to have my heart broken again, I don’t think I could get over it again.”

“Ain’t gonna hurt you again,” Daryl said quietly, still seeming shy, but he squeezed your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “I won’t, I promise. I never wanted to, I just…you know…and I’m sorry…”

“I know…okay.” You nodded, you trusted that Daryl wouldn’t hurt you on purpose, however, you weren’t sure he wouldn’t hurt you again without meaning to, but you wondered if maybe that was a risk you were willing to take. “But Daryl, I can’t have what we had before, not like that. We never…well, never were official, nobody knew, it was like we hid it from everyone, it didn’t feel like we had a real relationship, we were together but…I don’t know. And it’s okay if you didn’t want a relationship then, or people to know that we had something. But I can’t have that again, Daryl. I need something else, something more.”

“I get it.” Daryl nodded. “It ain’t like I wanted it to be a secret or something, just…” Daryl shrugged as if he didn’t find the words. “But it won’t be like that now. I know I ain’t good at relationships but I want it with you, I want to be with you, without hiding it or nothing.”

“Are you sure?” You asked and you couldn’t help that giddiness and butterflies again, even if you were nervous and insecure too.

“I am.” Daryl nodded. “I want it, and if you wanna…dunno…marry or something…I mean we got a kid and all, and if you want that…” Daryl mumbled bashfully, cheeks blushed. “We can do that if that’s what you wanna.”

The butterflies just went crazier, and you squeezed Daryl’s hand. “Is  not a bit late to marry me because you knocked me up?” You joked, giddy. “Because I think it’s a bit late, our kid is almost three.”

“Yeah, well…” Daryl chuckled even if he seemed shy.

“I don’t need that Daryl, we can talk about it, maybe, eventually, in the future, but not now. I just want us to be together, I want you and Naia, a family,” you told him softly, playing with his fingers.

“I want that too,” Daryl told you, again with that cute smile.

“Good, that’s….that’s good.” You smiled too. “We’ll take it slow, okay? I don’t want to rush things, I want this to work.” You needed it, and so did Naia, and probably Daryl too.

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

Daryl and you looked at each other in silence, holding hands, as if neither of you knew what to do or say, but both of you smiling shyly.

“You need to try to rest, alright?” Daryl told you softly, eventually, and you nodded. “Why you don’t try to eat something before sleeping?”

“Alright, I’ll try.”

Daryl nodded and lifted your joined hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles, and you felt giddy all over again, heart and butterflies crazy once again. Then he let go of your hand to go to the kitchen and bring you something to eat.

While he was away, you couldn’t help your insecurities, wondering if this was real and happening, or if it was a dream… and if it was real, if Daryl really wanted to have a relationship with you again… maybe you should have stopped it instead of saying that you wanted it? You didn’t want to suffer again, but…but your feelings were too strong to control them, and Daryl had said that he loved you, that he never stopped doing so, had even proposed to marry you if you wanted that…still, it might be just because he felt like it was his duty, but maybe…maybe it could be real, that Daryl had all those feelings for you.

You were again overthinking everything when Daryl walked into the room with a bowl of steamy stew, looking at you in a way….and with that adorable smile of him, and it made part of your insecurities slowly ebb away.

“Here.” Daryl sat down next to you, passing you the bowl, and he looked at you in silence while you ate the whole bowl, realizing as you ate how hungry you were after having eaten so little for two days. “Okay?”

“I think so.” You nodded, smiling. “I think I’m better.”

“Good.” Daryl reached out to gently push your hair away from your face, running his fingers through it, sending butterflies to your belly again. “Now rest.”

“Okay…goodnight, Daryl.” You bit your lip, everything that had happened between Daryl and you, your words, his words, the fact that he wanted to be with you, felt a bit surreal still, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Goodnight.” Daryl leaning closer and he kissed your forehead. He went to pull away, but you reached for him, pulling him closer and pecking his lips softly, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, and your smile grew wider when you saw Daryl looking at you as if he were in awe before he smiled at you bashfully. “I shouldn’t do that in case I still have a bug or whatever and it jumps to you…”

“I don’t care,” Daryl said, looking at you in that way and with that cute smile, and he pecked your lips again. “Good night.” He reached out to brush his fingers through your hair and then he got up and walked out of the room, leaving you to rest, if your giddiness and your fluttering heart allowed you to do so.

*

So...they kissed. Again, believe it or not, I wrote this so long ago, that it was before all this coronavirus pandemic situation and all our social distancing things, in case these feels to you as if reader is not staying away enough from Daryl, this was before we even considered that. So yeah.

Thank you for reading, if you liked it and have time, please let me know your thoughts in a comment.

And as always, excuse my english.

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For Steve

Commission for @cherrydreamer, thank you so much for your commission and your idea! 💕

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“Oh damn .”

Steve smiled bashfully, looking down at his feet, wrapped up in silk.

He had gotten a new set today, pretty lace panties matched the garter belt perfectly , stockings clipped in and held high on his thighs.

The bralette was see-through, but the lace on the trim matched everything else.

“Gimme a spin.” He turned around for Billy, throwing him a sultry look over his shoulder.

The panties were cut high on his ass cheeks, and he knew the straps of the garters framed his ass just right . He had checked in the mirror.

Billy was just about salivating as Steve turned back around, walking slow and sexy back to him.

“Jesus, Baby. I’ll never get tired of you dressin’ up all pretty for me.”

Billy grabbed him around the waist, tossing him onto the bed, pressing his body over Steve’s.

And Steve loved sharing this with Billy, loved that Billy got such satisfaction from his outfits , his makeup , but something didn’t sit right with Steve.

Maybe it was the dressin’ up all pretty for me .

It wasn’t for Billy.

It was for Steve.

He felt the most beautiful , the most confident , the most himself in stuff like this, delicate lingerie Billy was now taking off of him with his teeth , pretty dresses, and elegant makeup.

He had since he was little and he and Carol would sneak into his mother’s things to play dress up with her expensive clothes, her fine jewelry and her makeup.

“Stevie, you with me?” Billy was kneeling between Steve’s legs, his brows drawn close together. “You kinda zoned out on me for a second.”

“Yeah, uh, sorry.”

“What’s up, Buttercup? You not in the mood? ‘Cause we don’t have to-”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, got all dressed up. Wouldn’t want it to go to waste.”

Steve was expecting Billy to say something vulgar, maybe lick a stripe up Steve’s chest, but Billy’s eyebrows just scrunched closer, and he pulled away .

He moved to sit next to Steve instead of his position between his legs.

“What’s goin’ on?” Billy had put on his serious voice . “Why would it go to waste?”

“If we don’t fuck.” Steve was feeling too exposed, the lingerie usually felt like a fucking suit of armor , but it was all askew, tugged on and shifted, and Steve felt like he had nothing tethering him down , not Billy, not the lingerie.

“But, I mean, don’t you just like wearing it?” Billy was talking slowly, the way he always did when he had too much going through his brain, had to choose his words carefully .

Steve took a breath.

“Look, you’ve been really cool about all, uh, this ,” he gestured to himself, his body wrapped in lace and silk. “But I know you only roll with it for sex stuff-”

“Okay, wait just a damn minute .” Steve snapped his jaw shut as Billy held up a finger. “You think I just roll with it for sex stuff ?”

“I mean, yeah.” Billy sighed, shaking his head.

He stood up from the bed, went to pace in front of it.

Steve’s shoulders rose closer to his ears with every pass Billy did at the foot of his bed. He tugged the duvet up and over himself.

“I can’t believe you would think that I just rolled with it for sex stuff .” He was talking really fucking slowly, taking calculated breaths as he paced. “I don’t know who to be mad at.”

“Wait, I’m not following.”

Billy finally turned to look at him.

“If I should be mad at you for thinking so little of me, or mad at myself for leading you to think that.”

Steve’s jaw fucking dropped .

“Steve, I love when you wear the things you do. I love how beautiful- how confident you are in them.”

“But you, you said when I dress up for you -”

“That was just, like, dirty talk. I know it’s not for me.” Billy’s eyes were intense , he had stood pacing, holding onto the footboard of the bed so tightly his knuckles were white .

“Oh.” Steve looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his fingers.

He felt fucking stupid .

“Baby, look at me.” Billy moved to sit on the end of the bed.

Steve glanced up at him, looking back down.

“Baby.” Steve forced eye contact.

“I’m sorry I made you think I was only letting you dress like this for sex. I want you to be happy , Sugar. In any way that means.”

But Steve’s smile was way too tight, and it just didn’t sit right with Billy.

-

“I got you somethin’.” Steve perked up at the idea of a gift, loved getting presents.

But like, not in a selfish way.

“What is it?” Steve scoot right up next to Billy, hooking his chin over his shoulder to look into Billy’s bag.

Billy tried to keep it closed, feeling around inside of it.

“It’s nothing really special , and I mean, it might be like, cheap -” he was actually nervous , babbling along about whatever it is.

“Billy, just gimme .” He jammed his hand into Billy’s bag, snatching the wad of fabric and tugging it out.

It was a dress.

A pretty simple dress, soft thin cotton with a pretty little floral pattern. It was spaghetti strap, and Steve fucking loved it .

“Oh my God .”

“I got it at the thrift store. Didn’t steal it or nothin’.”

“Wouldn’ta minded if you did.” Steve planted a kiss on his cheek, shooting off up the stairs to go try it on.

Billy was, well he was a little bit giddy to see Steve in the dress.

He had been aimlessly wandering the aisles, trying to think of things he’s already seen Steve wear before, but kept trying to stay focused , didn’t want to get anything too sexy .

Which was fucking hard to do , because he's pretty sure Steve could wear a goddamn potato sack and still look-

“Oh damn .”

Steve bit his bottom lip, modeling the dress for Billy.

It fit him well, Billy was pleased.

It was black, little pink and purple flowers dotting the fabric.

He gave a spin, the skirt flaring out just a bit.

“You look beautiful , Baby.”

“Thank you, Bill. This was really sweet of you.”

-

“These would be cute on you.” Steve just barely reacted to Billy’s voice quick enough to catch the pair of overalls he had tossed.

They were cute, would be a little baggy on Steve, but that was kinda the look , Steve guessed.

“Don’t you think they’re kinda, like, schlubby ?” Billy raised one eyebrow, a sparkle of laughter in his bright eyes.

“You’ve worn schlubbier.” Steve snapped the overalls at Billy. “They’ll be cute! Just put ‘em on.”

Billy was right .

Steve had put a lace bralette underneath them, and even though they were baggy, they were cute.

And they were also the most non-sexualized thing Steve has ever seen .

Even with the peak of skin on the sides, they weren’t sexy , they were just fun and comfortable and fucking cute .

Billy’s eyes lit up when he saw Steve.

“I told you .” Steve just gave him a look . Billy tugged on the straps, pulling Steve closer to his body. “They’re cute. You’re cute.” Steve just laughed, dodging Billy’s attempt to plant a kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Yeah? Well, you’re buying.”

-

“You look nice.” Billy planted a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

He had been careful with his compliments lately. Wording them very specifically.

Saying you look nice or that color is very pretty on you. Makes your eyes pop or even a I can tell you feel good .

It was sweet , his own little way to affirm Steve, trying his very best not to sexualize his compliments.

He’s been extra careful about validating Steve in the everyday.

But sometimes, Steve wanted to be a bit of a tease .

They were quiet moving down the stairs, the socks resting high up on their thighs.

Billy wasn’t paying any attention, immersed in one of his heavy books he devoured like candy.

Steve bit their bottom lip, causally knocking a coaster of the end table.

“Oh, oops .”

Billy looked up just in time to see Steve bent over, short lilac skirt riding up, delicate lace panties on display.

He swallowed thickly, eyes snapping back to his book as they move to stand.

Steve pouted for a moment, slowly smiling when they realized how pink Billy’s cheeks had gone, how his eyes had gone unfocused.

“You know, you’re allowed to look , sometimes. I know you’re being all sweet , but sometimes it’s okay to be, not sweet .”

Billy looked up, his tongue rolling deliberately across his bottom lip.

“Baby, you’re makin’ a man lose all sense of resolve.” Billy sounded wrecked .

Steve was delighted .

They were in a short skirt, one of Billy’s shirts tucked into the top, and of course , the long socks.

But Billy’s seen them in sluttier , in flimsier and more see-through, in sexier .

So maybe it wasn’t how much of their body was on display, Steve thought as Billy slammed his book closed, pinned them up against the wall with his body.

-

Billy was like a little puppy when Steve returned home from a shift at Family Video that evening.

It was their first weekend in the new apartment, the teeny little shoebox overlooking the gas station, with only one bedroom and only one queen-sized bed.

“I did something.” Billy was hopping from foot to foot, positively giddy .

Steve took their time removing their shoes.

“How worried should I be?”

Last time it was I did something , Billy had flooded the bathroom in Steve’s parents’ house.

“Oh, ye of little faith. Just come on .”

Billy pulled their wrist, made Steve stumble along behind him.

He smiled brightly outside of their bedroom, pushing the door open with his hip as he slid both hands over Steve’s eyes, leading them inside.

Steve was dizzy, completely disoriented.

And then Billy pulled away his hands.

Their shared closet had been completely redone.

Billy had worked all day installing the organizing system.

There were drawers, organized with extreme care.

“So, I got all your just for show stuff in this set of drawers, and this set is all your more practical stuff,” Billy opened one of the just for show drawers, revealed a few lingerie sets stored delicately, laying flat and wrinkle-free. “All your clothes-clothes are hanging up, and shoes are on the rack.”

Steve was speechless , began pawing through the three-quarters of the walk-in closet that now belonged to Steve and their stuff .

“Bill, I-”

“I mean, I got a few new things, too. I was walking past that boutique Susan is always trying to get Max into, and I guess they’re going out of business, or something, because everything was like, seventy-five percent off , so I just like, took a bunch.”

“Yeah, the whole fucking store ?”

Billy just smiled bashfully at his feet.

“You like it?”

Steve wrapped their arms carefully around Billy’s neck.

“I love it .”

-

Billy stopped dead in his tracks.

His heart was fluttering in his chest, and he kinda felt like he could throw up from such a perfect scene.

Steve was humming to themself, swaying along to the Proclaimers record playing in the kitchen, turning to their cat to sing along to Over and Done With .

Their dress brushed the tops of their ankles, the pretty floral material flowed as they danced.

Billy was so fucking in love.

He dumped his bag down, kicking off his boots to stalk towards Steve.

The dress was silky and delicate as he wrapped one arm around Steve’s waist, the other hand holding tightly to their hand.

Steve gave a bright laugh as they began clumsily dancing with one another.

“I love you so much .”

Steve’s smile was like the sun , made Billy feel warm to his core, made him feel whole and healed and safe .

Steve tossed their head with the music, let Billy lead them into a spin, a terrible dip.

[wilting-hycaniths]

I suppose I should tell you all about Lewis Carole

As I have mentioned in a past post, regarding a very special, unfortunate place, should you remember, I briefly mentioned the poet Lewis Carroll, who based the book “Alice in Wonderland” upon his misadventures in this dastardly realm. I suggest if you are new here you look at such past posts for context. Anyhow, to all, in whichever interval of time, in consciousness or a state of astral, I welcome you, unfortunate soul, to a cesspool of ancient knowledge, forbidden to all, yet open to all. Of all the beings which have manifested power in this obsolescent domain, Louis challenged many, rising to a state of grim competence no mortal who has visited this state of time had ever managed before. He was infamous for being one of the only mortals to make himself known in our sacred home, to challenge the laws of power and misery that shaped the lands. It may seem like I'm speaking words of nothingness, repeating senseless whispers of the same concept, but I wish to make it known otherwise. Nearly all of the greatest souls in our home are immoral beings who have been present since the beginning of time. I suppose it may be helpful to allow you to know a bit more about how this place formed. As you all will soon come to know, time is forever, it always has and always will. Time flows through the seams of culture and passion, it never stops and once it will somehow it will start again. There have been entity's that have babbled with the constant drip of time, and they will always be. I would not call them immortal, but they cannot die in any sense that matters. Omnipotence seeps through their very selves, but because time is constant, most of them see all that could ever be. So, soon, these beings began to thirst for a place that didn't dwell in time or any sort of conciseness in leadership. They desired a place to twist around the very laws of time and shatter all means of morale. A place that was unlike any existing realm in the history of time. Combined forces and powers made it so a seam in the blanket of time could be ripped of; they made it so this thread of being could be shaped into a strange land, where they would reside to create a state of madness open to all. Humans, they are moral, hardy things. They live for merely a speck of time yet they view it as a long adventure. They can never seem to see past themselves, which has always interested more ancient beings (most of which come from the astral). The most dominant beings could see that humans would certainty add a element of entertainment and surprise to the snippet of conciseness, so they granted the humans dimension the ability to ascend, or become enlightened in their very essence, so they could visit the lost dimension. This place truly has no name, none that any of you could say aloud, at least. Some refer to it as the lost dimension, others realm x. Whatever the name doesn't matter, some things are too ethereal for a true calling, too twisted to ever go by only one thing. Anyways, Louis Carole is infamous for being versed in the way of time and being able to thread himself into different seams of  existence. He was one of the only humans to truly behave like an ancient astral being, one who challenged and weaved through the ways of the realm. Though the lost dimension has no rules, the few humans hat interact with it usually follow a set of basics to keep them alive.  Louis Carole acted immortal, as though nothing could really ever affect him in such a dangerous place. There is an old story Hatter told me once, a perfect example of the way louis carole behaved. If you remember, last post i briefly mentioned how Hatter may try to poison you with his tea. Well, they tried the same thing on Louis. but it turned out may differently then one may imagine. Louis drank the entire cup of tea, then spat it out into Hatters face. Normally, such a rude show would cause Hatter to kill you in some heinous way, such as skinning you alive and using your skin in a new pie recipe, but I believe Hatter was incredibly bored that day, so he allowed Louis to live and let the following events to play out. apparently, after tasting the tea then spitting it out, Louis had vivid hallucinations that gave him the plot for Alice in Wonderland. Hatter told him to write his hallucinations down in a story for whichever place in time he called home. Although we don't have enough time to tell all of Louis's tales in that place, nor would we know of all the mischief he has truly gotten up too, I hope you all have gotten a better grasp on the blanket of time you are embodied into, and, please, when you wake up, try to remember.