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upsidedownmvnson · 1 year

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tell me you love me | steve harrington

warnings: fluff (warning lol) friends to lovers, idiots to lovers,

a/n: i actually really loved this <3 i hope you do too

tell me you love me vol 2

Steve Harrington had already tried twice in his life to confess his love for you.

The first time, you two were in the tenth grade and you had just accepted stupid Jack Warren's invitation to prom, so Steve didn't bother. That was back when he was settling into popularity anyway, so he got over it pretty quickly. He was dating Cathy Bartlett the next week.

The second time, Robin had made him pinky promise not to date you. She had held him down, sat on his back and twisted his arm until he pinky swore that he wouldn't do anything to destroy the delicate ecosystem of the friend group. There was already one awkward ex-situation in there.

But Robin was right, you were not like the girls he normally dated. If things went wrong he wouldn't be able to just sweep it under the rug, it could have painful ramifications for all his friends. Although... he didn't actually think it would go that bad. Steve would find his mind wandering on the idea often. He pictured the two of you in the kitchen, side by side cooking dinner and talking about your day. When he thought of you, it felt like home. It felt like somewhere he could build a house and live forever.

If he could only get the words out, he'd realize how quickly you'd accept him. He'd realize he wasn't the only one of you that was stupid in love.

You had been in love with Steve since you could remember. But never once thought he'd shared your interest, not with all the girls around him all the time. The way he shines in their attention and basks in their praise, it's enough to make you sure he's happy with how it is. Or he probably wouldn't have told you all about his date with Debbie Dabbenthorn, right?

Tonight, you, Nancy and Robin were at a party. Something Steve desperately tried to make not happen. But he was working, so there was no one to stop you girls from coaxing each other into drink after drink, which you always did. The three of you always drank too much, and Steve always got stuck trying to coral you and Robin into his car.

At the party, Nancy was handing you another red cup filled to the brim, sloshing over the side and coating your fingers. You hadn't noticed.

"I love when we ditch the boys," Nancy said, smiling as she sipped out of her own solo cup. "It's so fun!"

"Same," Robin said, slinging her arm around Nancy's shoulers, making the two of them sway and laugh. They caught their balance and cheered drinks. "Hey, help me find the bathroom!"

It wasn't hard to find, but it was hard for all three of you to get there without knocking into each other, but it didn't matter. The three of you giggled the whole way, laughing too hard over barely anything. Enjoying the simple joy of being with your friends on a party.

The line for the bathroom was short, only a few people deep. Nancy was grilling Robin on her love life while Robin evaded every question with a vague answer, soon, she turned it onto you, focusing Nancy on the other singler girl in the group.

"Do you not think anyone is cute at least?" Nancy said, not quite believing you when you say you didn't have a crush on anyone at the moment. You shrugged, trying to avoid admitting that it was her ex boyfriend that really turned your head. Robin chuckled, and slid into the bathroom.

You started sipping your drink when Nancy asked, "Not even Steve?" and you nearly choked, but you coughed once and composed yourself. You stared at her, confused as to why she would bring him up.

"You don't have to say anything," she said, and you looked into your cup, noting that you'd need a replacement after this trip. "But it would be okay with me."

Robin opened the bathroom door again, reassembling the trio be throwing her arms around both of your shoulders. "New drinks!" she cheered, steering you all in the direction of the kitchen.

"Drink up," Nancy giggled, "and then let's dance!"

So that's what you did, you guys drank and danced and had a great time. Until Jonathan came to pick up Nancy. That's when you saw that it was after nine, so Steve should've been on the way to come collect you and Robin from your drunken outing. You told Robin again how nice it was for Steve to come get you.

"But c'mon, you love him right?" Robin asked, laughing at your shock.

"I do not love him," you argued, but you did. Robin shrugged, but didn't look convinced. "He just is beautiful, that's all."

"Nah," she said, brushing off the idea with a wave of her hand. "You just love him."

"Do not," you mumbled. But Robin already leaned the other way when Vicki walked up to talk to her. You leaned further into the couch, the ugly thing was very comfortable. Steve should be there any minute.

"Hey," Robin whispered, "Vicki invited me to go with her friends to the lake... Are you gunna be okay here? You're not too drunk are you? Because if you think you can't stay awake, I'll stay of course..."

"Robin, go! I'll be fine for like two minutes..." you slurred, you were pretty drunk but Steve really was going to be there any second.

"Okay!" she didn't have to be told twice before she was scrambling after Vicki in her love-drunk haze. Or maybe just regular drunk, but Robin was feeling giddy anyway.

Steve was running behind because he lost the address that Robin had given him. She'd just ripped off a corner of a piece of paper, and Steve had lost it at some point in his shift. When he finally found the place he was thirty minutes behind.

When he got inside you were curled up on the couch alone, snoozing while some couple made out next to you in the spot Robin had vacated. He smiled when he saw you, and took a knee next to you, trying to wake you up nicely. He stroked your cheek, and tucked some hair behind ear, making you stir softly in your slumber.

"Time to get up," Steve said, "Where's Robin?"

"Went with Vicki," you whispered, rubbing your eyes, smudging whatever makeup wasn't already ruined from the dancing.

"Well, how mean of her to leave you here all alone," he said, running his thumb along your cheek again. "Can't trust you guys alone now though, she did leave you to fall asleep at a house party. That's like really bad, I'm mad at her."

You made a soft noise in response, his stern voice was, not so stern. He smiled at you, and you couldn't help but notice how beautiful he was. Leaning close to you, rubbing your cheek, hair falling perfectly on his forehead and you just wanted to reach up and brush it away like he did. But your hands were wedged under your head, and you were afraid that if you stirred even an inch, he would leave, and this moment would be over.

"Guess you'll just have to make sure you come with us next time," you whispered, eyes bloodshot and glossy from all the alcohol. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the room. The party was still raging around him, and he easily could've found a place within the girls, but he was content in this moment with you. Your eyes started feeling heavy, and you couldn't stop them from constantly fluttering shut.

“C'mon let me help you up babe,” Steve said, aiding your drunk figure. The nickname made your stomach flip. You were dead weight, giggling as he took care of you and grabbed your things and still found the patience to be kind to you, musing like he was interested in all your drunk babble.

“You're just so pretty, Stevie, it's stupid,” you cooed, finding a place beside him with his arms around you for balance as he lead you, slowly, to his car.

"D-Don't say that stuff," Steve said, voice cracking at the beginning. You were drunk, and it was dark, but you still noticed the blush on Steve's cheeks, and you smiled.

He opened the door for you, and you commented, "so romantic," while holding your hand over your heart, and Steve's heart raced. He went around the trunk of his car to get another second of fresh air, if you saw him in the light you were sure to see the heat he felt in his neck and cheeks. You were flirting with him, and he couldn't contain his excitement every time you complimented him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes.

The entire trip was like that. From the moment he was in the car you were just a loose cannon of compliments and praises. This combination of him sober and you drunk has never happened while alone before. Were you this flirty with him when he was drunk too?

The answer was yes. The real reason Nancy knew you really wanted Steve was because whenever you two are drunk and together you look like you're in love... because you are. Holding hands, head on shoulder, legs across laps, big bright smiles that made everyone think you were truly, madly, deeply in love. Everything that's just a little too friendly, but never crossing that silly little line that kept you both under the umbrella of just friends.

You were a delight in his passenger seat. He only wished you spoke like this when you were sober, because then maybe he'd know for sure you love him too.

"Hey Steve?" you asked, voice coming out as almost a purr in your sleepy state. Steve's heart melted. "Can I hold your hand?"

"Yeah," he answered, clearing his throat and moving his hand over to your lap, intertwining your fingers. Your hands were cold to the touch, but all you felt was the comforting warmth of him. You were both smiling, goofy grins to match the butterflies in your stomach. "You can hold my hand whenever you like."

You made another happy hum, but said nothing else. The ride was short. No words exchanged, just the quiet songs on the radio, turned low to let you drift off in the passenger seat.

When you got to his house, he parked the car, looking at you. He didn't want to wake you. And he didn't want to let go of your hand. Maybe he should just stay in the car all night.

Of course he didn't do that. Steve weaseled his way out of your grip, not bothering to hide how pleased he was that you whined at the loss of his touch. he helped you out of the car, encouraging you to climb on his back for "an express ride to the VIP bathroom," and he delivered, carrying you, all dead weight and giggling, to the bathroom where he left you to clean up. You put on the clothes he delivered, Plaid pajama pants and a big grey shirt. Well, you put the shirt on, the pajama pants were thrown into the tub, because you couldn't be forced to wear pants.

"Steeeeeve," you slurred, leaving the bathroom, giggling and bumping into the doorframe.

Steve was standing in the doorway to his room, wearing only blue plaid pj pants. His torso on glorious display, while he stood frozen at the sight of you. You stretched your arms over your head, and the shirt rose, exposing your panties to him. He nearly choked looking at you.

"Can I sleep in your room?" you asked, smiling at the effect you had on him. "Look how cute I am," you said, turning around and lifting the shirt while bending over slightly, giving him a perfect view of your ass, with the panties laying deliciously over your cheeks.

"Jesus," he muttered, unable to look away but trying to force himself to. He shouldn't be sneaking a peak while you were this drunk, but in his defence you were the one showing him. "Come to bed, just put your shirt down."

"It's your shirt," you teased, obeying him anyway. You danced behind him into the room, and crawled into bed. It smelled so good, it smelled like him. You could've stayed by Steve's side under these blankets forever.

You lay facing Steve, in his overly big, overly comfortable bed, too tired and drunk to keep your eyes open, but you still try. Steve smiles at your determination to stay awake, he watches your eyes blink quickly, trying to shake the sleep away.

You want to reach over and intertwine your hands, you don’t. He wants to reach out and brush the hair off your forehead and behind your ear, he doesn’t.

“Are we in love, Steve?”

The sharpness of your question cuts him, wounding him in a way he didn’t know was possible. He wanted to speak, but there were no words. No charismatic come back, and no way to avoid the lingering question in the air. Steve holds his tears back. He really did love you.

When your eyes peak open, he’s nodding. His eyes filled with tears that he refuses to let you see, but you see. "Yeah, I think so."

“Why is it so sad?”

“Because we're best friends," he said, "and I can't lose you."

"Tell me you love me," you whispered, silly mood replaced with a tight feeling in your throat, like you were going to cry. But you held it back.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

He wanted to cry. He wanted to kiss you. But instead, he just sighed, and found your hand under the sheets, and held it tightly. He was frozen. This was his dream come true, so why did it feel like a nightmare? Like you were right there, but he couldn't have you. Like he was doomed to stay in love with you, and never actually get to be with you.

“I will still love you in the morning whether I say it or not, Stevie.” Your eyes finally started winning the battle, and they stayed closed more than they stayed open, too heavy too fight.

"I know babe," he said, watching as you breathing changed and your eyes didn't open again. "I will too."

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Little Lady - Damon Salvatore x female!reader

Plot: Elena's childhood friend comes to Mystic Falls after her mother ships her off there. They think you're human, until they find out you're not

Warnings: Swearing maybe?

"I'm sorry, who?" Stefan asked with a frown "And why can't they stay with you?"

Elena sighed. Her childhood best friend was moving to Mystic Falls for a year, or was supposed too. The house you were supposed to be staying in had not passed inspection, so was being renovated, which had then been delayed by a year.

"Y/N," Elena said, as if she were speaking to a nine year old "She was my best friend back in elementary, then she was shipped off to England. But her mother is bringing them back here for the year,"

"Why?" Frowned Damon, ever suspicious "And why does she have to live here?"

Elena rounded on him, hands on hips "Because she has already enrolled in school here, and Jenna hasn't got any more room in the house - plus you have like a thousand bedrooms!"

Stefan sighed "Elena, you said she does not even know about the supernatural, you're asking us to keep it a secret in our own home?"

Elena nodded "She'll be with me most of the time, it's really just somewhere to sleep and put stuff,"

Damon scoffed, and Elena frowned at him.

"You are not allowed anywhere near her," she instructed, and his eyebrows raised.

"In my own home?" he asked and Elena rolled her eyes.

Stefan sighed "Alright, when is she supposed to be arriving?"

Suddenly a knock on the door sounded, and Elena bit her lip. Stefan stared at her for a moment, a dawning realisation on his face.

"You didn't," he stated, a disappointed look on his face.

"I couldn't have you saying no!" Elena whined, skipping over to answer the door.

As it opened, both Damon and Stefan stared at you, as if sizing you up for a fight.

You, standing there with two suitcases and a shoulder bag, gave them a large smile, before dropping everything to hug your best friend.

"Elena!" You gasped as she squeezed you "You haven't changed a bit," you teased.

Elena rolled her eyes "And you haven't grown a bit," she shot back and you laughed, before looking up at the taller individuals behind your old friend.

"I'm y/n, it's so nice to meet you," you smile "And thankyou so much for letting me stay here, I won't get in the way I promise,"

Stefan was the first to break, welcoming you in and grabbing both your suitcases. "It's lovely to have you, welcome to the Salvatore home," he said smoothy and you snorted.

"You must be Stefan," you said "Elena said you were sweet - and you must be Damon,"

Damon looked you up and down shamelessly, before offering a wink "Why because I'm the handsome one?" he asked.

Your smile widened "No, because you're the arrogant one,"

"Leave us alone Damon, come on Y/N, I'll show you to your room," Elena said with a smile, grabbing your hand as she showed you where to go. Stefan followed behind, a slight smile on his face.

"This is your room," Elena said "I tried to pick the room as far away to Damon as possible," she added.

You laughed, marvelling at the room slightly "It's beautiful, thankyou so much again," you said, giving a nod to Stefan.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me, just give us a shout," he said as he exited the room.

Elena looked at you excitedly "Come on, you've still got to see Bon-Bon and Caroline,"

The next couple of weeks went rather smoothly, and you had quickly fallen into a routine. You had frowned about how little the boys you lived with ate, (unknowing to why) so had taken it upon yourself to make them both breakfast each morning - which neither of them objected to. You'd then be picked up by Elena, and wouldn't see either of the boys until dinner time, when you would often cook dinner as well.

You saw Stefan quite a lot, since he was dating Elena, but the pair actively tried to keep you away from Damon, something that hadn't gone unnoticed by the pair of you.

Damon had decided he didn't hate you, and he liked you enough not to kill you. You were sweet, in his eyes, and there was something about the way you'd check up on him that made his heart skip just a little bit.

He was sat on the couch that evening, enjoying the peace and quiet without his brother Stefan, when you walked in.

"You eaten honey?" you ask, resting your head on the doorframe.

Damon looked up at you in faint surprise. You'd only ever made food for all three of them, but that may have been because he'd never been alone with you.

"I thought you were with Matt," he said carelessly, flipping through the pages in his book.

You shrug "He bailed, so I stayed in," you say nonchalantly "Now, have you eaten?"

Damon shook his head.

You smile at him slightly, a reassuring smile that he had learnt to mean you would take care of everything. It was comforting, and a difference to be cared about in this way.

"Don't worry, I'll fix you up something - you want burgers or steak?" you ask, calling back as you head into the kitchen.

Damon closed his book, opting to follow you. He didn't know much about you, since every time he spoke to you either Stefan or Elena would find a way to whisk you away.

"Steak," he said.

You jumped slightly, not realising he was now in the kitchen with you.

"Sure," you said sweetly, getting all the ingredients from the cupboard.

"So what brought you to mystic falls little lady?" Damon asked, sitting on the counter top.

You shrug "I don't actually know - my mother said she had a project here, but she's staying in a hotel till the house gets fixed,"

Damon nodded "You liking it so far?"

You pause for a moment, flipping the steak. "The people are lovely," you decided "Though there isn't much to do,"

Damon snorted, and you glanced at him. You hadn't spoken too him much, and were dying to find out why Elena didn't like him.

"What did you do?" you ask. Damon's eyebrow's raised.

"When?" he asked cheekily, a smirk forming on his face "Or who?"

"To make Elena hate you," you say matter of factly "I don't suppose you noticed that she doesn't like to leave me alone with you,"

Damon's smirk widened, the idea of telling you the truth was compelling, just to annoy his brother. But you knowing the truth would put you in danger, and for a reason he couldn't quite place, he didn't want that to happen.

"I'm a notorious womanizer," he drawled lazily.

You snort "Well you ain't got no chance here honey, let me tell you that right now,"

You hand him the plated up steak and fries and he thanks you, heading off into the living room. You look at his retreating figure, a slight smile on your face.

He didn't seem so bad.

Damon didn't know why, but he found himself actively seeking conversation's with you. You were funny, and sweet, and you made him feel human again. Unbeknownst to him, you also enjoyed the little conversations that he would sneak in for, it felt dangerous, and something about that felt so thrilling.

"You seem happier," Stefan commented, eyeing his brother across the table.

"Do I?" Damon asked, unsure of what his brother was implying.

"And to think you didn't want a house guest," Stefan snorted, and his brother glared at him.

"I don't know what you are implying Stefan," he said with a mocking tone, flicking through his book carelessly.

Stefan shrugged "Elena won't let you have her you know, that girl is one of her best friends, and she doesn't like you,"

"Who doesn't like who?" You ask, walking into the room. You were yawning, yet dressed up in a short skirt and heels.

"You sure you're not too tired to go out little lady?" Damon asked teasingly, and you scowled at him.

"Yes," you said defiantly, before frowning at yourself "No?" you then questioned, too tired to know which answer meant going against him.

Stefan snorted, "Come on, Elena's outside," he said, quickly ushering you to the door.

You sighed, knowing full well you were not about to enjoy whatever mayhem Elena was about to throw at you. As much as you adored her, she simply did not understand the word 'introvert'.

You watched Stefan's retreating figure as you glanced back at him. Part of you did want to stay home, and just relax, but the other part was excited to go out with all the people you'd met.

You opened the door, and were greeted with a blonde girl, and a taller more ginger man.

"Oh - hello," you said, blinking up at them in surprise "You friend's of Damon's I take it?"

The man looked down at you, a amused smirk on his face "And who might you be?"

"y/n, I'm Elena's friend. Just moved here a few weeks ago," you say cheerily, swinging your purse over you back "I'd love to stay and chat, but Elena's basically kidnapping me for this party,"

The blonde scoffed.

"Excuse me?" you asked, gesturing for them to move "You can come in if you like, they're just in the living room,"

The man and woman smiled widely, realising that you had absolute no clue who, or what, they were.

"Well thankyou darling," The man drawled, sending you a charming smile "Enjoy your party,"

As you walked past them, you turned, a smile on your face "Sorry, I never got your names?" you ask innocently.

"Klaus," the man replied "And my sister, Rebeka,"

You nodded, "It's nice to meet you," you said, before skipping off to where Elena was waiting for you.

She was dressed in a cute top and miniskirt, and gave a big smile when she saw you. Next to her was Caroline's car, with the two other girls sat in the front seats.

"What took you so long?" she asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes at her,

"These guys wanted to see Damon and Stefan," you said nonchalantly. Elena froze.

"What guys?" she asked nervously, and Bonnie slowly got out the car.

You, utterly oblivious, shrugged "I don't know, they said their names were Rebeka and Klaus," you said, pulling at the handle of the car door.

Elena gripped your wrist "Did you invite them in?" she asked seriously, looking at you dead in the eye.

You suddenly became very nervous, having never seen that fearful look in Elena's eyes. "Er...maybe?" you said smally "I thought they were friends of Damon's!"

"Shit," Caroline said, biting her lip, before looking at her two other friends.

"We gotta go back for them," Elena said, glancing over to where the Salvatore house sat, just a little walk away

"Wait, who were these people?" you asked, looking at your friends for an explanation. They all glanced between each other before nodding in a silent agreement.

"They'll be fine," Caroline said "They can handle themselves,"

But even an you arrived at the party, and Tyler greeted you with a sloppy kiss on the cheek, you couldn't shake the gnawing feeling in your stomach.

So you text damon.

Hey, you okay?

In hindsight, you thought texting Stefan would probably have been best, but Damon always seemed to answer your texts. Maybe you should text Stefan - but what if those people saw it, they would know you were onto them

For good measure you texted Stefan too,

Can you come pick me up, I don't feel well

You bit your lip, checking your watch as the minutes ticked by. Still no sign of them, or call, or text.

Maybe they were asleep?

And who were those people? Were they robbers? Elena had said that there had been a lot of robberies in the area, she'd told you that when she put a lock on your window.

Or maybe it had been gang members. Bonnie had told you there were many that roamed Mystic Falls at night, and that's why you should never be left alone.

But you were alone.

You hadn't even noticed the other girls leave, you hadn't really noticed how you got to the garden, your thoughts too preoccupied with the Salvatore brothers.

"Fuck it," you said.

You kicked off your heels, if they were some sort of gang members, you at least wanted to be able to run away properly, and started the walk back.

It wasn't a long walk, especially since you were basically jogging, and you arrived to the house within the hour.

You checked your phone, still no response.

The Salvatore front door was left open, and you became increasingly aware of the silence in the household.

Was this their idea of a game?

You huff slightly, unsure on whether to be scared or annoyed, when a noise made chills run down your spine. It sounded like a muffled cry, a painful one at that.

You tried to trace the noise, but it seemed to come from everywhere. You cursed your terrible sense of direction.

As you walked, the noise grew louder, and you could hear someone else laughing over the top.

Was it just a video game?

You pushed open the door of the living room and blinked at the scene in-front of you. Damon and Stefan, tied to chairs with ropes that seemed to burn them, and the two people you let into the house standing over them with sickening expressions.

The brothers glanced at you, their faces turning from in pain to horror.

"Oh," you said weakly "Erm...you really shouldn't be doing that," you said glancing between the four people.

The man, Klaus, laughed "And what are you going to do sweetheart?" he asked mockingly, walking closer to you.

You shrug "well...I know Damon's rather annoying sometimes, and Stefan makes some questionable decisions, so I can understand your frustration. But if you try and attack me, I'm going to have to assume you are the primary aggressor,"

Klaus' grin widened, turning to the Salvatore brothers "Is this your new little pet?" he asked, and they glared at him.

"Why don't we show them what happens to pets?" Rebeka asked.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Damon snarled, fighting against his burning restraints.

You stepped back slightly, wondering if now would be a good time to run. But as Klaus drew closer to you, you found yourself frozen to the spot.

"You should have stayed at the party little one," Klaus said, and you watched in curious horror as the veins under his eyes grew darker, his eyes darkening.

"Oh my god," you said, looking at him with wide eyes "Do you need to go to hospital? I can drive you - it's no worry," you added. His eyes looked like they had popped a million blood vessels.

Klaus drew back, a stunned expression on his face, "Excuse me?"

You pointed at his eyes "Mister I know you're like a criminal and all that but you gotta get those looked at. That looks painful,"

Behind him, Damon stared at you with wide eyes, shaking his head slightly.

"Painful-" Klaus started, as if stumped.

"Move out the way," Rebeka snarled, pushing her brother aside "If you're not going to kill her I'm starving,"

You step back uneasily once more, this implication not lost on you.

"Look, I really don't want to hurt you," you warned, lifting your hands slightly.

"I know," Klaus drawled "Let's have the little pet kill her friends - saves us a lot of work,"

You stare at them, before glancing to Damon "Yeah I'm not doing that," you said.

Then all of a sudden Klaus was in-front of you, holding your face in his hands as he forced you to look into his eyes.

"Isn't compulsion a beautiful thing?" Rebeka said snidely to Stefan and Damon.

But all you could focus on was Klaus' eyes as his pupils expanded.

"Kill Damon," he commanded, before letting go of you with a satisfied smirk. Damon stared at you with a mixture of sadness and horror. "See Damon? You should really keep a tighter leash on your pets,"

You glance between them, feeling extremely confused.

"Erm...does that usually work or something?" you asked, hopping onto the desk. If all they were gonna do was tell you to do something, this would be a lot easier than you thought.

Klaus snarled at you, his expression mutinous.

"On second thoughts, I'll just have to kill you," he said.

You squeaked, quickly ducking under the table as he came at you.

"Mister, please I don't wanna hurt you," you begged slightly. It didn't matter how evil this person was, you didn't want to kill them,

"Hurt me?" Klaus laughed. You watched in scared confusion as his eyes darkened once more, and fangs retracted from his mouth.

"Ohhhh what the fuck," you said, your eyes glancing to where a sword stuck to the mantlepiece above him.

The Salvatore brothers were struggling now, but Damon most of all, twisting and pulling against the burning ropes.

You turn to Klaus, a sad expression on your face. "I really don't want to hurt you, but I can't control it when I'm scared," you try to warn and he brushes you off with a grin.

As her runs at you, you hear Damon let out a pained cry. You quickly jump from the table, grabbing the sword above as you hurtle down past the vampire.

You brandish the sword in your hand, the weight of it not unfamiliar.

It would have to do.

Klaus snarled at you again, unsure on how you managed to escape his grasp.

He ran at you a second time, but he was faster, knocking the sword from your grip as he grabbed you by the forearms.

You crossed them, pushing against his strength with your own, desperate to keep control, but also to not die.

"Last chance," you whisper slightly, but the vampire didn't care, still attempting to force your arms apart.

Damon and Stefan almost couldn't watch the scene, your death almost inevitable, but the fact you were holding Klaus off for so long was starting to confuse them.

What confused them ever more, is when your eyes seemed to glow a bright amber, as you used your strength to push Klaus away, causing him to skyrocket into the opposite wall.

You picked up your sword once more, swinging it about carelessly, before brandishing it above your head. As you did so, whisps of flames circled you, making at some sort of creature as your sillohette.

A fox.

"A witch," Rebeka growled, launching herself at you. Your blade met her kneecaps, and she stumbled, knocking over the table in the process.

Klaus stared at you, a look of painted confusion on his face.

"A Kitsune," he realised "A baby one by the looks of it,"

You whipped your head too him, before using your sword to quickly sever the ties that held the Salvatore brothers.

Damon was the first to react, throwing Klaus' slightly burnt body out of the room with a growl.

Rebeka was quick to react, running after her brother before taking off into the night.

The Salvatore brothers stared at you, at the fox like flames that surrounded you, and the sword in your hand. They looked at each other, like unsure of how to react.

"Is it over?" you asked, dropping your sword slightly.

Stefan nodded "They've gone,"

With a sigh, you felt your consciousness slipping, acutely aware of the fact that someone had caught you before you hit the ground.

When you woke, you found yourself blinking through blurred vision at Damon, who was sat next to you, reading a book. Stefan stood behind him, staring into the fire.

"You're awake," he said sullenly, not seeming overly bothered "elena will be thrilled."

He turned to leave but you grabbed his wrist. He glanced down at you with an unamused expression.

"Who were those people?" you asked "And what did they want with you?"

Damon scoffed "I think I should be asking the question's little lady, like how long have you known you were a kitsune,"

"I didn't," you replied back honestly. He looked unconvinced. "I swear I didn't! I knew...I knew I could do something. But I didn't realise that I wasn't..." you trailed off slightly, letting go of his wrist "I'm sorry,"

Damon stared at you, trying to make out what your deal was.

"What happened?" he asked finally.

You sigh, drawing up the blanket that had been thrown on you.

"I can't tell you," you whispered, "I did something, something awful,"

Stefan turned to you, kneeling down in-front "Whatever it is, we won't judge. Whatever you've done, I can assure you we've done worse,"

"But I killed someone," you said weakly, your doe eyes wide as you searched for their reaction.

Damon laughed, and Stefan glared at him.

"I did!" you protested, thinking he didn't believe you "I didn't mean to...but I did,"

Damon looked down at you, kicking your feet off the Sofa so he could sit down besides you.

"And I've killed.." he paused, counting on his fingers, before giving up "At least 500,"

You frown at him "This isn't something to joke about,"

"He's not joking," Stefan said grimly "Me and Damon are 160 years old, give or take a few years, that man you saw, Klaus?"

"The vampire," you said, the word foreign on your tounge.

Damon turned to you, his eyes mirroiring Klaus', his fangs just brushing his bottom lip.

"Welcome to the club little lady," he said with a grin.

Your eye widen, and you took a deep breath "Okay this is a lot to process in an hour," you said, sinking into your seat slightly.

"Why don't you tell us what happened?" Stefan said calmly, giving his brother an annoyed look.

You took a deep breath, playing with your fingers.

"It was last year," you said finally "I was dating this guy and he wanted to take it further, but I didn't - I said I wasn't ready too,"

Damon felt anger bubble in his chest. He wasn't sure why, there was something so vulnerable about you in that moment, and part of him knew exactly where this story was going.

"He...he said it was okay and took me to a party that night. But he got really drunk, and I had to drive him home. I was helping him to his room when he tried to-" you took a deep breath, your face burning slightly as thought about what happened - what you were telling your two male friends "I tried to get away but he wouldn't let me,"

Damon instinctively took one of your shaking hands in his own, an action that didn't go unnoticed by his brother.

"Did he...?" Stefan asked, his face full of sympthy.

You shook your head "That thing - that thing you saw today it came out. It...engulfed him for like a second, one second he was there and the next he was just this charred b-body" you choke slightly and Stefan sighed.

"Klaus says your a Kitsune," Damon explained, realising he was holding your hand and quickly dropping it. "If I remember rightly, they're some kind of fire-fox spirit,"

You bit your lip.

"I'm going to fetch Elena," Stefan said, before patting your head slightly "You should get some sleep."

You were silent as he left, unsure on what to say. You were aware that Damon was looking at your, his icy blue eyes burning holes in your skin.

"Will they be back?" you asked quietly.

He sighed "Most likely,"

There was another pregnant pause before Damon said "Stefan was right you know, you should really go to sleep,"

"I can't walk," you admitted "Kitsune takes a lot out of me, so I'm basically immobile for the next hour,"

Damon rolled his eyes "Well aren't you a princess," he teased and you frowned at him. "Come here,"

Before you could protest he had already scooped you up, and ran Vampire speed to your bedroom, where he carefully place you on the bed.

"Jesus Christ," you groaned, your head spinning "That was not a good feeling,"

Damon smirked "A simple thankyou would suffice,"

He turned to leave, but you called out.

"Wait!"

He looked back at you, eyebrows raised.

"Will you stay? Please?" you asked quietly, not quite meeting his gaze. You didn't see his expression soften slightly, but you did watch as he crossed the room, and collapsed next to you with a sigh.

"You scared?" he teased. "Now you know I'm a big bad vampire?"

You shook your head "You get excited when I let you lick the spoon after baking brownies," you said with a yawn.

Damon scoffed "You know I could kill you in a heartbeat," he said.

You shrugged "Yeah and you haven't. So I think it's safe to say I'm pretty safe,"

Damon watched as you snuggled down in the bed, curled on your side and facing him with sleepy eyes.

"Yeah you are," he whispered softly.

That's when he realised, he wouldn't let anybody hurt you, even if you could handle yourself.

You were his girl, even if he hadn't asked you yet.

#damon salvatore #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore x female reader #tvd #damon #damon x reader

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firelordsfirelady · 6 months

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VI. On the Offensive

Author: @firelordsfirelady

Imagine: When Y/N—a princess of one of the Water Tribes—is told she’s leaving her tribe, she never expects that she’s to be betrothed to the Fire Lord’s son, nor was she prepared to be exiled the very day she arrived at the Fire Nation. With her life in the hands of her new fiancée, how will life change for the princess?

Pairing: Zuko x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: arranged marriage, feelings of fear, banishment, mentions of burns/abuse, frustration, violence, betrayal

Word Count: 1360

Destined to be Yin and Yang

I own no rights to Avatar the Last Airbender or any of the characters/story.

Author’s Notes

The characters as all aged up so Zuko’s banishment happens when he’s 16

Keep in mind I am bringing a unique world with inspiration from ATLA in their characters, some of the events that happen, bending, etc. Not many things may align or occur with what happened in the show. It’s intended that way, so I hope you enjoy it regardless.

See Y/N’s inspiration here.

Destined to be Yin and Yang Soundtrack (YouTube)

I emerged from my room a few hours after Zuko left, and I went to lend a hand in the kitchen. Shisam, one of the cooks, immediately took notice of my presence and gave me a huge smile.

“I’m glad to finally see you out, Y/N. I was beginning to worry if you were ever going to come out of that room.” He clapped a hand on my back.

“Plus, we were seriously starting to worry if we were going to get your full-moon cookies.” Zaijim, another one of the cooks, said from the stove, and I laughed.

“Of course you were worried about the cookies.” The two men smiled at me as I grabbed a knife and started to prepare the vegetables for dinner.

After dinner, I helped wash the dishes and, over the next few days, I quickly slipped back into my regular routine.

The full moon was a few days later. This full moon, however, I had decided that I would make the cookie deliveries before I went to practice my waterbending. I delivered my cookies to the crew below deck then made my way to deliver Iroh and Zuko’s cookies. Iroh opened the door when I knocked and smiled when he saw that it was me.

“I was worried that my nephew had broken when you didn’t come out for a couple of days.” The older man said, and I shrugged.

“I won’t lie and say that his words didn’t hurt me, but he did apologize. That I do appreciate.” Iroh nodded.

“Apologies work best when they are sincere.” Iroh started with a bow of his head.

“And the best apologies are served with jasmine tea.” Iroh let out a belly-laugh at my words, and I grinned.

“That you are right about, my dear.” He said jovially before I handed him his plate of cookies. “Ah, thank you. These are some of the best chocolate chip cookies in all the nations.”

“Thanks. It’s my mom’s recipe.” I bowed slightly in respect. “I need to give Zuko his and then—since everyone knows about my waterbending—I shall go practice like I do any other full moon.” Iroh bowed to me as well.

“If Zuko will not say it then I shall—we are lucky to have you accompany us on this mission. Waterbenders are exceptional fighters, and we are lucky to have one on our side.” Iroh’s genuine smile made my cheeks warm as I curtsied to him.

“Thank you, Iroh. Good night.” He gave me a small bow as he closed the door.

“Good night Y/N.” The door shut as I turned around and made my way to Zuko’s door. My fist was raised to knock on the door as it opened to reveal Zuko dressed in all-black robes. His face reflected the same amount of surprise as I felt. My cheeks felt a little warmer than usual as I rocked slightly on my heels.

“I brought you cookies—“

“You made cookies earlier—“

Zuko and I both stopped talking at the same time.

“You go ahead—“ We both said at the same time again.

“Where are you off to?”

“What makes you think I am going somewhere?” Zuko’s voice sounded slightly nervous as I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Why else would you be opening the door at the same time I’m about to knock?” I sarcastically asked. “Unless you were stalking my footsteps and waiting for me to come see you?” I teased and Zuko dropped eye contact as he let out a small laugh. His laugh sent a shockwave through my heart and caused it to start beating faster.

“What makes you think you’re so special for me to do such a thing?” Zuko lightly asked with a small smile on his face.

Is he flirting with me? I shrugged my shoulders and gave him a sly smile.

“I wasn’t the one who used the adjective special.” A laugh left me as Zuko’s eyes widened with surprise. “Unless you have a secret?” I asked in a teasing tone as I raised an eyebrow at the firebender.

“What?” He asked nervously as he looked anywhere but at me. “What on earth could be my secret?” Taking a step forward to close the gap, I looked up at Zuko as I spoke.

“You’ve been watching me waterbend during the full moon.” I smirked victoriously as Zuko’s mask crumbled slightly to show I hit the nail on the head.

“No. There’s no reason why I would do that.” Zuko tried to rebuild the mask of his stoicism, but I had seen enough to know the truth.

“How long have you been watching me waterbend on full moons?” I crossed my arms across my chest as I shifted my weight to my right foot.

“I have no—“

“Zuko—“ I interrupted him with his first name. “—it’s okay to admit that you’re curious.” I gave him an encouraging smile, but he shifted his weight on his feet. A comfortable silence fell between us for a few seconds before I held the plate out towards Zuko. “I came to bring you some cookies.” Zuko looked down at the plate of the sweet cookies offered by my hand before he looked back up at me. His golden eyes held an unfamiliar emotion in them as he held my gaze.

“Thank you.” He softly said as he grabbed the plate from me.

“You’re welcome.” I gave him a full-blown smile before I turned to walk away.

“I’ve noticed you aren’t too familiar with offensive moves.” Zuko said in a voice barely above a whisper that caused me to pause in my action of walking away.

“What?” I asked at a volume level that matched Zuko’s.

“When you practice I have noticed that you’re unfamiliar with some of the offensive moves.” Zuko elaborated as he looked at the plate of cookies in his hand. I was thankful for the darkened hallways as my cheeks began to burn.

“I was never taught how to fight.” The words left my mouth shyly as I looked at the wall behind Zuko. I took notice of the desk in the distant corner that had a wall filled with roughly sketched pictures of past avatars and other papers with what I could distinguish as notes scribbled on them.

“What?” Zuko’s surprised question caused me to return my attention to the firebender as his facial expression matched the tone of his voice. My shoulders shrugged as I looked at him.

“My father never taught me how to fight.” Embarrassed, I looked down at the soft leather shoes on my feet. “Once we got on the boat, I figured if I absolutely needed it, I should at least try to figure out some moves to defend myself.” Silence once again filled the air between the two of us briefly before Zuko spoke again.

“I don’t know anything about waterbending, but I do know some tips about offensive fighting from my training.” His words made me look up at him as he avoided looking me in the face. “I-I mean that it is important you have some knowledge of how to protect yourself.” I smiled as Zuko stuttered slightly to find the words he wanted to say. “You never know what someone might try in order to stop the war.” My heart skipped a beat in my chest at Zuko’s words.

“Oh yes.” I shook my head in agreement. “We are looking for the Avatar after all. They are the master of all four elements.” A lighthearted chuckle left my lips.

“Would you like to start training tonight?” Zuko asked in what I took to be a hopeful tone, and I felt myself fighting a smile.

“Only if the Prince has time to do so.” I flicked my eyes to the Avatar-themed wall in Zuko’s room. “I don’t want to distract you from your mission.” Zuko’s eyes followed mine to the wall I was looking at before he turned back to look at me.

“Depends on how fast of a learner you are.” Zuko’s cocky smile was returned with one of my own.

“That depends on how well of a teacher you are.”

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minnesota-fats · 2 years

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So I LOVE the idea of a meet the parents fic where Danny is dating one of the bat kids and he is invited over to meet the rest of the family.

Whatever batkid you like (i personally like Tim x Danny)

And dinner is going GREAT, danny is charming the hell out of everyone when he says something vaguely concerning about his home life that borders neglect (or even just straight abuse) and Danny doesnt know what he said was wrong and just keeps eating without a thought.

Maybe he complimented Alfred’s cooking and said, “man this is great! Even better when it doesn’t get reanimated by your parents experiments” or “wow, I wish my folks cooked meals for me and my sister like this.”

and Bruce just gets that look in his eye. you know the one! And whoever is next to Bruce kicks him in the shin and glares at him like, “I know what your thinking! Don’t you dare!” And bruce just looks at them like, “but I cant not adopt him!” And danny is blissfully unaware of this whole conversation.

But if damien was the one who brought danny he would immediately offer for danny to stay without consulting ANYONE. like after he says vaguely concerning things damien is just like, “move here and you don’t have to go hungry ever again.” Or “live with me and i will protect you forever.” Or even just, “bring your sister next time, i am concerned for your health if your parents can reanimate food.”

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On the flip side: Danny bringing one of the bats home with HIM!

Jazz would be SO excited to meet Danny’s significant other! Danny had been dreading bringing his bat home with him because his parents were EMBARRASSING (absent or explosive) so there they are sitting around the table waiting for jack and maddie and eventually danny sighs and just says its ok and to start eating. Jazz almost gets up to go hound their parents about this but danny stops her and smiles. Then like a hour later an explosion in the basement shakes the house and up from the basement Jack and Maddie wearing full hazmat suits burst through the basement doors as smoke bellows out. In the possess maddie greets them and goes back to doing what she was doing. The whole time the bat is mentally cataloging very problematic behavior the Fenton’s are showing as well as thinking of ways to bring danny and his sister somewhere safe.

Jack and Maddie cause a fire in the kitchen while Danny’s bat is over and the fenton kids sigh like this has happened before, danny turns to jazz “ill go get the fire extinguisher.” And jazz nods, “Ill order takeout, any preferences?”

Danny comes home with their bat to Jazz looking nervous and when danny sees her he immediately realizes that it is his parents doing the cooking tonight and is about to walk right back out the door with their bat but his dad walks out and stops him with a bright smile.

The bat is intimidated by Jack’s sheer size (he is a very large man and they never thought that someone could be taller than Superman but here was Jack Fenton) and then when they sit down to eat after Jack spent an hour talking at them. But then the food is reanimated and starts to attack and so the bat fights back and impresses the fenton parents with their fighting skills.

Either way both would be a disaster and i am LIVING for it!!!!!

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boldlyvoid · 1 year

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Love Story

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: About a week into knowing her, Spencer knew he wanted to marry her one day. So, for her birthday, at The Eras Tour, he kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring...

Warnings: allusions to sex, stupid couple fights, Spencer spoiling her, roadtrips, food and drink mention, talks of the future (future kids) proposals.

a/n: this fic is for my best friend in the whole worlds birthday. @reidsbookclub, i love you, i hope you have the best time at your concert tonight <3

Word Count: 6k

Set in the Sweet Nothing Universe

He’s been in Reno for 3 months and dating Y/N for 3 months now, too.

They practically live together now that it’s summer vacation for her. She took on some kids for tutoring, and she sees them a few hours a week whenever they have time. She mostly goes to their houses or meets them at the public library, which is right next door to his work. She brings him in a coffee or a snack whenever she’s in town, they have lunches together and she even stays a little longer in town so she can drive him home afterwards.

It’s been wonderful.

Everyone at work knows her, they call her Mrs. Reid as a joke and she thinks it's cute… Spencer, on the other hand, wishes she was his wife so, so bad. It’s way too early to ask her, even if he knows in his heart that she’s the one for him. So he’s waiting. He’s not sure how long he’ll wait. He doesn’t even know if she wants to get married one day. He still has some things to learn about her.

Her birthday is coming up, soon, he knows that much. He actually learned about her birthday when Penelope was first telling him all about her. August 4th, making her a Leo, the lion sign, even though she’s as gentle as a flower.

They haven’t planned anything for her birthday yet, it's still a couple of weeks away. He knows she’s told her kids that she’ll be busy from the 3rd to the 6th, taking 4 days just to herself, she wasn’t planning on doing anything. Spencer wants to treat her to something so bad. Be it a nice dinner, a gift she wants or a trip somewhere. So he takes those 4 days off too, he books it in advance with his boss, it’s approved and now he just has to plan something.

During one of his lunch breaks that she isn’t sitting in on, he takes out his phone and calls up Penelope. Having known Y/N longer, she’s the perfect person to discuss ideas with.

“Spencer my lovely! What are you doing calling me at 3pm on a weekday?” She answers full of cheer.

“Y/N’s birthday is coming up, I need your expert advice on what to get her,” he heads right into it, skipping all the niceties, he only cares about her.

“Taylor Swift tickets, duh!”

“I tried that months ago, they sold out way too fast,” he complains. “We missed the Vegas show 'cause I obviously didn’t know her in March, all she has left are the Seattle and California shows… but again, they’re all sold out and the resale tickets are insane.”

“Hey, six grand for 2 tickets with the love of your life is so worth it,” Penelope teases. “I might have a connection to the Inglewood show… maybe I can see if they have any last-minute tickets?”

“How do you have a ticket connection?”

“My brother's wife works for Ticketmaster, she said they save some tickets for important people until the last minute and if they’re not taken, they get released to the general public and you can get better deals if you call Ticketmaster instead of going online,” she explains. “I’ll give her a call, I’ll see what she can do.”

“Okay, call me back when you know more?”

“Will do, Spence-roo,” she says before hanging up, making him smile.

—

He goes home to Y/N’s apartment that night, they have a home-cooked meal together and they settle down on the couch to watch something on TV and just relax for the rest of the night.

She’s cuddled into Spencer’s side watching TikTok on her phone. She scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, barely watching anything for more than 30 seconds and then she stops on one. Spencer can hear the music and the cheering, it’s a tour video. He peeks over to it, watching as someone proposed to their girlfriend in the middle of Love Story.

She likes it, opens the comments and congratulated them. The next words out of his mouth are barely in his control. They just tumble out.

“Do you ever think about getting married?”

She smiles up at him, “To you? Absolutely.”

He pulls her in for a kiss. She locks her phone and tosses it to the side so she can climb into his lap and kiss him some more. His hands migrate to her hips, and she runs her fingers through his ever-growing hair. Making out with her on the couch, she lightly grinds against him, he hums into the kiss, breaking it to kiss her jaw along to her ear.

“I’d want to marry you too…”

She cups his face, staring him down, “Ask me whenever you’re ready.”

“It’s not too soon?”

She shakes her head, “No… I mean, people will probably think you knocked me up because of how fast we’ve moved but, it’s been 3 months. We know everything about each other, we sleep beside each other every single night, and I never want to break up with you. The next logical move would be to get married.”

He steals another kiss, “I think,” he kisses her again on her jaw again, making his way down her neck, “You’re right.”

She smiles, letting him go down to her boobs, “about people thinking you got me knocked up?”

He laughs against her, “I mean, we fuck so often—

“No, don’t even joke,” she pulls his attention back to her. “You can’t get me pregnant just randomly, I don’t have enough money to pay for my substitute. You’d have to knock me up so I can have the baby in the summer…”

He laughs, “You’re not serious, right?”

“I’m completely serious. I don’t get maternity leave, I have to have summer babies if I want to keep my job.”

“I have money,” he reminds her. “If we get married it becomes our money, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again.”

She settles slightly, her shoulders drop again and she stares at him so softly, “I’d still worry, you know me.”

He kisses her again, reaching up to brush her hair back, “I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life… and if we ever had kids, you know I’d do the same for them.”

“Do you want kids, like genuinely?” She asks. “Cause I know you love Henry and you said that you thought about having them with Maeve but—

“I want you to have my babies… whenever you’re ready,” he tosses the phrase back to her.

That does it, she dives back in for another kiss, heating it up tenfold, he cradles her head and back, leaning down against the couch so he can hover over her. Working the button on her jeans open, he starts to tug on them when his phone rings. He wants to just let it ring, but it’s Penelope's ringtone. He hasn’t changed it, no matter how long he hasn’t worked with her, it’s still the same thing.

“Hold on,” he whispers, trying to pull away.

“Leave it,” she tugs him back in. She gets a few more kisses in and then he pulls back further.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he reaches out to grab his phone off the coffee table and walks out of the apartment to take the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sorry, I know it’s late,” Penelope answers. “But I have good news. We were able to pull some strings and I got you 2 floor tickets for the 4th.”

“No way?” He’s gobsmacked.

“Way!! I gave her your information, the tickets are in your name and they’re being mailed to you so you’ll have physical tickets. You can just pay me back.”

“What was the damage?”

“they were $1800 each…”

“That’s a lot better than the resale price,” he’s so glad. “Thank you, Penny, really, she’s going to love this.”

“Hey, she was my friend first, I’d do anything for her,” Penny teases. “Now go back to hanging out with her, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“thank you, we love you,” he reminds her.

“I love you too!” And then she’s gone.

He heads back inside and she’s no longer on the couch. The tv is off, all the lights are out, and she’s retreated back to the bedroom. He knocks before he enters, “Hey… sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she says, clearly a bit upset. “I get it, works more important that me sometimes.”

“No, no it’s not… and that wasn’t work.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Cause it doesn’t.”

He timidly walks towards her, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I know. But it was important… it’s for your birthday, that’s all I can say.”

She bites back a smile, looking him dead in the eyes. “Really?”

He nods, “You still have from the 3rd to the 6th off, right?”

She nods, “I do… why?”

“I’ll tell you more when the day gets closer, just, don’t plan anything, I want to make this special. This is our first birthday together, I want to celebrate you.”

“Okay, you’re forgiven,” she gives in, she rushes over to him and tosses her arms around his neck. “But next time it rings and you’re about to go down on me, it can wait.”

“It definitely can,” he agrees, picking her up, he tosses her onto the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”

—

She watches the era’s tour live streams on TikTok every weekend, she favourites outfits that she’d want to wear and she tells Spencer all about the surprise songs that she’d want to hear live one day.

What she doesn’t know is that Spencer has memorized everything she’s said and he’s been using it to his advantage. He’s found her Pinterest board with eras tour dream outfits, and he’s made a playlist of her favourite songs so he’ll be able to sing along no matter what surprise songs happen. And he’s started to buy tour outfits for himself too.

He puts a lot of work into her tour outfit, too. It’s midnights themed, he got her a denim jacket with the back panel cut out and replaced with a starry lace pattern. He bought iron on paper and printed out her favourite lyrics to iron onto the arms and put stars on a pair of dark blue Converse. He’s even been making friendship bracelets while on his lunch break at work. He just hasn’t been able to decide on what to get her to wear under the jacket and with the shoes. Nothing seems to be perfect enough.

He’s walking home from work one night when he passes a window display full of sparkly dresses. He just doesn’t want to get her the wrong size. So he has the bright idea to take one of Y/N's dresses with him to the store to compare sizes. Trying to steal one of her dresses… that’s going to be difficult.

“I have a question for you,” he asks that night at dinner. “But you can’t ask any follow-up questions or anything, okay?”

“Alright..?”

“Can I have one of your dresses to compare to a dress I want to buy you for your birthday?”

She swoons, “Yeah… or you could take my measurements?”

“Either way, I just want to make sure it fits.”

And so that night she gives him one of her favourite dresses. She tells him the size she prefers in different fabrics and he makes a mental note of every single thing she says.

The next day, he brings the dress to work with him, people want to ask questions but they don’t. He makes it through the day, walks out of work with the dress and right into the store he saw yesterday.

The shop owner clocks him right away, noticing the dress, she thinks he’s making a return.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“I’m surprising my girlfriend with Taylor Swift tickets for her birthday and I’m trying to plan her outfit, too, and the dress in the window is perfect! I brought in one of her other dresses, just to compare sizing so I get it right,” he explains.

“Oh my god, aren’t you the dream boyfriend?” She teases. “Can I see that?”

He places it on the counter for her, she takes a look at the tag and holds it up, “I think I have the window dress in this size… what era are you going for?”

“I made her a jacket in the Midnights aesthetic and her shoes are evermore,” he shares. “The dress in the window is kinda mirrorball-esque, I like it.”

“You know your shit,” she can’t believe it. “Do you have an outfit picked out?”

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t decide if I want to do fearless or lover…”

“You could do both, get a puffy Romeo shirt and some pink pants, that would be cute?”

“Yeah, yeah I like that idea… you know the Lover album cover, the heart she has around her eye? How would I do that?” He asks, he hasn’t had someone to talk to about any of this, so he’s taking a chance and asking everything.

She’s really helpful, she’s able to get him the dress in the right size, show him where he can get adhesive sparkles for the face, helps him plan his own outfit and even get some accessories too. He spends a fair bit of money in her store and he thanks her.

“I’m going to bring her back here after the tour, maybe she can get her engagement party dress here,” he suggests.

“Wait, are you going to ask her to marry you at the show?”

He nods, “During love story.”

“She’s one lucky girl,” the shop owner swoons again. She’s overjoyed for them. “If you bring her back here for that I’ll give you a discount, that’s the sweetest thing in the world. I really hope she says yes.”

“Me too.”

—

He stole a piece of her costume jewelry when she wasn’t looking, a ring she typically wears on her right ring finger and brings it with him to all the jewelry shops he goes to. Finding a ring that feels like Y/N is hard. He wants it to be perfect, he wants it to be big and pretty and something she’ll show off to everyone. He wants it to be a ring that will stay in style for the next 50 years, he wants it to last.

He’s looked at a million styles, every colour and cut imaginable… but nothing seems right. He knows the kind of rings she likes from her Pinterest, but even they don’t seem to fit what he imagines for them. This ring is supposed to symbolize their love and their relationship. It has to be perfect.

He finds the ring on Etsy of all places. It was his last chance to get a ring. There were only 2 weeks until her birthday and he had to make sure the ring was in his possession before they took their trip to LA.

The ring comes in two parts, one ring for the engagement and the other for the wedding. The wedding band perfectly encompasses the engagement ring, making the main ring look like it has little leaves coming out from around it.

He gets them in white gold, the main stone is a man-made, oval-shaped diamond and the stones around it are man-made opal, 4 on each side to be exact, shaped like little diamonds. The wedding band also has man-made stones, in green. Together, they look perfect. He has them expedited, he pays the artist top dollar to make sure they’re at his house by August 1st and he prays they make it.

—

She picks him up after work on July 31st and when they arrive at his house, there’s a package sitting on his front step. Part of him is furious that they just left it, they didn’t leave a drop-off notice and take it back to the UPS store for safekeeping, the rest of him is relieved that it made it. Y/N on the other hand, is nosey. She wants to know what he ordered. She’s curious as to why he didn’t want to open it in front of her, but she doesn’t bring it up again once he hides it in his room.

They’re in the middle of cooking dinner when she wraps her arms around him, stands on her tip-toes and rests her head on his shoulder to watch him stir around the pan. “Can I ask a question about my birthday?” She pries slightly.

“Depends on the question.”

“Do I have to pack a bag or anything?” She asks the first question.

“Yeah… I got us an Airbnb for the few days we’re taking off work,” he explains, not giving away too much.

“Okay, and what should I pack?”

“Underwear, pyjamas, comfy clothes,” he lists off a few things. “Makeup and whatever you want to do with your hair… I’m going to tell you what’s happening the day of, you’ll have a few hours to plan for each event.”

“Each event?” She picks that out.

He just nods, “You’ll find out more later.”

“Fine,” she sighs, resting her chest against his back now, she holds him tighter. “I’m going to go all out for your birthday too, you know.”

“I know… we’re kind of obsessed with each other,” he teases.

“I think it’s called love,” she reminds him.

“You’re right… I do love you a lot,” he says as he spins around in her grip and hugs her close, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much.”

She hums happily, “I love you too, sneaky man. It’s killing me that I don’t know what’s happening but I trust you.”

“Good,” he pulls back and cups her cheek. “How would you feel leaving late on the 2nd instead of early on the 3rd?”

“We can do that, I know you prefer driving at night,” she knows him well. “We can pack after work and leave once we’re done.”

“I will be packed the day before,” he teases. “I’m not a last-minute man.”

“Oh, I know, you don’t do anything lightly, but I might need help packing,” she reminds him. “You can help me pick out accessories and shoes to match whatever you got me.”

“You think I didn't get you shoes and accessories? Have you seen me?” He teases, that’s one thing she loves about him. He’s always matching.

She just laughs, “Of course you did.”

—

Spencer walks from his apartment to hers with 2 suitcases, one for his own things and one just for their eras tour outfits. He has her second key fob, so he unlocks her car when he arrives and puts his things in the backseat and heads up to her apartment. He knocks once but ultimately lets himself in. “Babe?”

“Bedroom!” She calls back, letting him know where she is.

“Hey…”

“So I’ve played out a bunch of outfits, what ones will be good for what you have planned?”

“Anything is good, I have your outfit for the main event planned, the rests are dinners, brunches and us driving to and from California.”

“We’re going to California?” She can’t believe it… but then she clues in. “Oh my god, Spencer, why are we going to California?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, you tell me?”

“I’m going to lose my mind if we’re doing what I think we’re doing,” she explains, rushing to his side, she places her hands on his shoulders, “I’m going to go nuts.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to…”

She can’t believe him, she just hugs him and holds him there, “Oh, you’re so cute when you try to lie to me, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he hugs her back, kissing the top of her head. “Now, hurry up and pack, we can check into the Airbnb after 10pm tonight, if we leave now we could be there by midnight?”

And so they pack her up, they check the apartment to make sure everything is off and all the widows are closed and they head out. She locks the door, he brings her suitcase down to the car and she lets him drive. He’s a lot more comfortable on the road at night, he takes them out of Reno, down Highway 695 towards Carson City. They see Bridgeport, Willow Springs, Mammoth and Crowley Lake, Big Pine, Independence, Long Pine and then they stop for gas and a snack. He drives from Long Pine to Ridgecrest and then they pass through Mojave around 11:30.

They’re in the home stretch now. She knows exactly what’s happening when they go through Santa Clara. She can see on their GPS that by taking the 405 south they’ll end up in Inglewood in just a few minutes.

He got them a cute little Airbnb just a stone's throw from the stadium, they’d be able to walk to and from if they wanted to. Once he parks outside of it, she turns to him with tears in her eyes. “How did you manage to do this?”

“Penelope,” he says with a smile. “She knows someone at Ticketmaster, they got me really good tickets for the 4th. I bought you an outfit, I made myself one, too… I know how badly you wanted to see her so I made it happen.”

“You really are the man of my dreams,” she swoons. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he reminds her. Meaning every word.

“I know… now let’s get all our shit inside so I can give you a proper thank you.”

—

They spend their first day there just looking around. They have brunch at a cute little spot she’s always wanted to try, they visit the National History Museum and Exposition Park. It’s a lovely day where they just get to hold hands and be together. They order dinner to their Airbnb and eat while watching TV and then they spend another night in bed together. It’s perfect.

When they wake up on the 4th, Spencer smothers her in kisses and wishes her a happy birthday… they don’t leave the bed for a while after that.

He orders her breakfast and while they’re waiting for it, he shows her the outfit he has picked out for her. The dress, her jacket, the shoes, a cute little clear purse for the stadium and a lot of sparkly makeup options for whatever she wants to do.

“Spencer, this is perfect?” She’s amazed by it all. “How did you know?”

“I found your Pinterest,” he shrugs. “and you always show me cute outfits on TikTok, I took a lot of inspiration from what I knew you’d like and your favourite songs to make this… and these,” he pulls out a ziplock bag full of bracelets. All handmade. All perfect.

She spreads all the bracelets out on their bed, and she reads each and every single one. He has sent titles, lyrics and abbreviations, even quotes from Taylor that he’s memorized from how many times she’s watched Miss Americana on her days off. “Spence, how am I going to part with these?”

He shrugs, “Don’t trade your favourites? Maybe leave any special ones here?”

“Yeah, I guess I could do that… I can’t believe you went through all the trouble of making these just for me, seriously, when did you have the time?”

“On my lunch breaks,” he laughs to himself. “I had no idea what I was doing and then Keesha, our undercover girl, showed me how to make them better.”

“Everything is perfect, Spence,” she stands and wraps her arms around him, holding him close. “This is going to be the best night of my life.”

She really had no idea.

“I was thinking we could maybe go get our nails done,” he says as she pulls away. “We don’t have to be at the stadium till 6, I think it would be nice to get some eras nails done? I might even get some colour?”

“Yeah, that sounds amazing!” She agrees, not thinking anything of it.

He really just wants her to think her nails are pretty when he slips the ring onto her finger later tonight.

He already made the appointment with a local nail salon for 1pm, giving them enough time to head back to their Airbnb and get ready for the show and maybe even get something to eat before they go. He’s such a planner. She loved every second of it, it made her less stressed to know that he already knew everything that was going on and he was confident about it too.

He gets his nails done as well. He’s always wanted to but never had the chance to. He gets just basic gel while she goes all out with a shorter acrylic shape, she gets sparkles and stars all in the 10 different album colours and she loves them. She keeps staring at them the whole walk home, she loves how they sparkle in the light and how pretty the shape makes her hand look.

The ring is going to look even better on her hand now.

They shower together back at their place, Spencer watches in awe as she does her hair and her makeup and it’s not until the end that he hands her the adhesive sparkles and asks her to help him put the lover heart around his eye.

“What did you plan for your outfit?” She asks while carefully sticking each sparkle to his face.

“I got some bright pink pants, like, highlighter pink, bright,” he smirks. “I also bought a puffy shirt like Romeo… I wanted to go for Lover Story.”

She laughs, “Oh you’re going to look good.”

“I also bought cowboy boots…”

“You didn’t,” she can’t believe it. “What colour?”

“Pink.”

“Oh my god, Spence… really?”

“well like you said Lover and Midnights go together like they were planned to be back to back and you’re my other half so I wanted us to match… and then I’m partly fearless which came after Evermore which is on your shoes, so, it all matches.”

“I love you,” she cups his face gently, “like it’s insane how much I love you.”

“It’s not insane. It’s the perfect amount,” he teases, pulling her in for a kiss.

—

She doesn’t know they have front-row seats until they’re at the stadium getting their tickets checked. The best part of her reaction at the gate is that she thinks this is the last surprise… she’s so overjoyed with the thought of being that close to Taylor Swift that she can’t even fathom him proposing tonight.

From all the Tiktok's that she’s watched since March, she knows that the best time to go to the merch stands isn’t before the concert. It’s during. So, on their way to their seats, they simply buy some overpriced drinks and trade a couple friendship bracelets before heading towards their seats. She looks around with her mouth agape, amazed at how big the place is and how much of the stage takes up the floor.

At their seats, she shakes her head and lets out an exasperated laugh, “I can’t believe you got these?”

“Only the best for my girl,” he teases, wrapping his arm around her, he brings her in and kisses the top of her head. “I love you, Happy birthday.”

“I love you,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you for this, really. I’m going to thank you a million times.”

“You don’t have to,” he waves it off. “I wanted to come too, you know, she’s a big reason we’re together in the first place.”

“If only we could tell her thank you,” she laughs.

“We should’ve made a sign,” he teases.

“We should’ve…” she agrees. “Maybe I can just put big text on my phone and hold it up to her?”

“That could work.”

So that’s what she does, sitting in her seat, waiting for the opener, she drafts a few things to say while the stadium starts to fill up.

It takes a while before someone behind them actually shows up. Spencer worried there for a moment that the seats behind him didn’t sell and thus part of his plan for tonight would be ruined… but then a couple girls, in their teens, show up just before HIAM comes out to play.

Spencer takes something from his pocket, pretends to reach between their seats to the floor and turns back to one of the girls. “Um, I think you dropped this,” Spencer says to the girls behind them, he hands them a note and a $5 bill. Y/N watches him hand it back to them and then turns right back to watching the openers play.

“Oh thanks,” the girl says with a smile. She opens the note and her eyes widen as she reads it.

‘Can you please record me and my future fiancé during love story? I have an important question to ask her and I want to remember it forever.’ And his number at the bottom.

She looks at Spencer with her eyes full of tears and nods, mouthing “I can do that.”

He gives her a thumbs up and turns back to watching the show. HAIM are a band he’s heard Y/N play before, he’s surprised how many words he knows just from being around her. They’re amazing and he knows that because they’re on the tour now, that means their song with Taylor has been added to the setlist. He really likes that one, even if it is about premeditated murder.

He knows the setlist like the back of his hand. It starts with Lover, the intro is a remix of all her eras names over top of the song Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, the dancers wear these big sheets of fabric, peacocking around the stage and then they cover the middle of the main diamond stage. Once they lift the sheets back up, however, Taylor emerges onto the stage and the crowd goes wild.

He’s seen the show on Tiktok live so many times that he’s okay with missing it in person, instead, he watches her. He watches the way she stares at Taylor like she hung the stars and the moon herself. Like she’s some sort of god and everyone here is blessed to be in her presence. She cries, shaking her head in disbelief, she chants the words back to her and doesn’t even realize Spencer has been staring at her the whole time.

“Look how close she is,” Y/N bumps his shoulder and points. “She’s literally right there.”

“I know,” he smiles, so in love with her he couldn’t even pay attention to Taylor.

When Cruel Summer starts, she screams so loud, Spencer’s sure she’s going to lose her voice tomorrow. He finally starts paying attention to the show now. Singing along, he knows all the words. He actually really loves this song. And the man. He loves everything from Lover simply because he’s so deeply, deeply in love.

Post-lover, Taylor heads in for a costume change and thats when Spencer starts to feel anxious. He’s 2 songs away from his big moment. He checks his pockets, he still has the ring, in its box staying safe, it’s right there and ready to go. He almost blacks out for most of Fearless, he snaps back into it for You Belong With Me and the first note to Love Story gets his heart beat racing a million miles a minute.

He looks back at the girl behind him who has her phone out already she smiles at him, nodding like she’s ready to go and he takes a deep breath. Taylors walking down the catwalk, she’s going to be literally right in front of them when he gets down on one knee… he doesn’t think she’s seen a proposal this close and in person yet on this tour? Maybe she’ll notice them?

He sings along, genuinely loving the song and it steadies him a little. Y/N is singing too, jumping up and down and pointing at Taylor during all the best parts. She’s having the time of her life… she has no idea what’s coming.

The second chorus comes and he reaches into his pocket, he’s holding the box in his hand and his heart is in his throat.

“And I got tired of waiting… wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading! When I met you on the outskirts of town!” Y/N sings along. “And I said Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come is this in my head I don’t know what to think, he kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring and—

She notices then that he’s dropped to one knee, following the song, he holds open the little black box and she screams. Everyone in their section is screaming. “Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone I love you and that’s all I really know!” Spencer sings along to the song.

She’s frozen, can’t believe this is happening and real but she looks at the ring and then at him, her eyes full of tears. “Yes!!! Yes, I’ll marry you!!” She gets down to the ground with him and pulls him into a kiss, he smiles into it, happier than he’s ever been in his whole life.

When she pulls back he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her ring finger. He helps her back to her feet and all she can do is stare at it. “Holy shit?”

“I love you!” He shouts, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I want to love you forever.”

She pulls him into another hug, not even noticing that Taylor did see it. She pointed at them, she got excited and there was footage of it from a million different angles that she’ll get to see later. She finishes the song, running back to make her mark and then she disappears once again to get ready for Evermore.

Y/N snuggles into his side, her left hand resting on his chest, she keeps pulling her hand back to look at it. There’s just enough quiet between eras that she asks, “Where did you get it? It’s beautiful.”

“Etsy,” he says with a smile. “It was on my doorstep the other day when you came over.”

“No way?” She laughs, “how long have you been planning this?”

“Since I asked you how you felt about getting married one day,” he admits.

She stands on her tiptoes and leans in for another kiss, “I Love you.”

“I love you,” he reminds her. “Forever and always… but I actually mean that.”

She laughs, “god, you really are the number 1 fearless stan, aren’t you?”

He’s about to reply when the girls behind him poke him in the back, “Hey!” They both turn around. “I texted you the video and my friend got the other angle of Taylor's reaction!”

“She saw it?!” Y/N freaks out.

They nod, freaking out with her, “Yeah!! She pointed at you guys and she was so happy!!”

“Holy shit!” Y/N shouts for the second time. “This is the best day of my fucking life, how does it keep getting better?”

“I don’t know man, but congrats!” The girl says. “You guys are so cute together.”

“Thank you,” they say at the same time.

She looks at him this time like he hung the stars. If you told him just 4 months ago that he’d find the love of his life and get engaged to her at a Taylor Swift concert of all places, he would’ve laughed… now he can’t imagine his life going any other way.

This is where he was always supposed to be.

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Y/n knew about her boyfriend’s photoshoot with his members. He had told her about it and offered to bring her along. Unfortunately for her, she had class. So she had to wait like the rest of the public for the photos of her boyfriend.

Well, not entirely. Jeongin had taken a few photos for her every time he had a wardrobe change. Wasn’t great when they came in mid-day while trying to get through a class. One particular was him in jeans and a white button-up shirt that was halfway unbuttoned. His beautiful chest and skin exposed.

Y/n💝: YANG JEONGIN Innie💞: Wow, screaming my name already Y/n💝: Don’t tease me while I'm in class😖 Innie💞: Mmmm but it’s so fun Are you almost done? Y/n💝: Yes, got half an hour left Innie💞: I’ll be done in an hour 😉 Y/n💝: Not gonna be tired after your long day? Innie💞: So you’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me when I get home? Y/n💝: 🥴 Yes sir Innie💞: 😉

Y/n sighed and put her phone down. Just half an hour left of her class and probably another hour to an hour and a half before her boyfriend got home.

Her main focus was to get through the rest of her class. And not think about her boyfriend's teasing or his exposed chest. It was easier said than done. Being horny early twenty-something-year-olds was great but shitty sometimes.

She was happy the last thirty minutes went by quickly. She practically threw her stuff in her bag and bolted out of the room. It was her last class for the day and she was free to finally go home.

She took the drive back to their apartment and could not get in the door fast enough. She’d worry about assignments later, she was on a mission to get changed and order food for dinner. Lord knows she wasn’t cooking and her boyfriend had zero cooking skills.

Innie💞: finished early! should be home in 20 Y/n💝: alright. I ordered your fav for dinner. shower together when you get home? Innie💞: yes please baby

Y/n smiled at her screen, getting both their house clothes out and putting them on the bed. She cleaned up around the place for a bit till the food arrived at the door. Y/n thanked the delivery man and put the food in the microwave to keep it warm.

Jeongin walked into the apartment a few minutes later. Kicking off his shoes and putting his bag on the hook before trudging over to the couch. Y/n walked into their living room as he plopped down onto the cushions.

“Hi, handsome,” Y/n kissed his forehead before walking around to sit next to him. He'd come home wearing the button-up and jeans. Fucker knew what he was doing.

“Hi baby,” Jeongin smiled as he pulled her shirt, indicating for her to come closer.

Y/n scooted closer to him before he wound up pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her. Y/n smiled as she cuddled up into him, “Hungry?” she asked

“Not right. Snacked before I left.” he said, “Just want my girlfriend.”

“Mhmm. want how?” She asked kissing his neck.

Jeongin smiled as he moved his hands to her hips, slowly grinding her against him, “I’m sure you know baby. that was you replying to my text earlier.”

“You just want me to take care of you.” Y/n laughed as she moved her kisses down to his chest as she slid off his lap.

“Well, couldn’t have you on set with me.”

Y/n got down between his spread legs, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and then his jeans. Jeongin lifted his hips so she could pull the material down. His half-hard cock pitched a tent in his boxers as she brought her lips to kiss his lower stomach. Leaving a couple of love bites on his abs as she worked her way up to his chest again.

He smiled before grabbing the back of her head and pulling her away from his skin, “Strip for me baby?” He said it as a question but Y/n knew it was more of a command.

Y/n nodded as he released his grip before standing in front of him and stripping her clothes off, tossing them next to him on the couch. Jeongin pushed his boxers down to join his jeans as she got back on her knees in front of him. He smiled and petted the top of her head before pushing her down slightly. Y/n grabbed the base of his cock and angled it to her before taking him into her mouth.

“Mhm, that’s my good girl,” He hummed as she sucked him off, had that previously held the base of him moved down to massage his balls.

He kept a hand on the back of her head, not for any particular reason. It did come in handy when she swallowed around him and he needed something to hold as his sensitive tip hit the back of her throat. “Fuck baby,” He groaned as he gripped her hair.

Y/n pulled up and looked at him as she resorted to pumping his wet cock with her free hand, kissing the side of his shaft.

“Can I ride you Innie? Want you inside me.” She begged

“Haven’t prepped you, baby,” Jeongin huffed as he got his breath, trying to hold back from coming.

“Please Innie. I don’t mind being stretched on your cock,” Her tongue came out and licked his dripping tip.

“Fuck babe, gonna make me cum all over that pretty face if you keep begging like that,” His hips stuttered up into her fist

“Want you’re cum in me Innie,” Y/n pleaded

“On the couch, on you’re knees.”

Y/n followed his instructions and got on her knees next to him, hand still pumping him. Jeongin pushed her head back down onto his cock. Y/n moaned around him as she started sucking again. Jeonign used one hand to hold the back of her neck while the other moved to play with her folds. He could feel how wet she already was, just made it easier for him to slide two of his fingers into her.

Y/n moaned as loud as she could as he scissored her open. “You can ride me once you make me come in that pretty throat of yours, baby,” Jeongin told her which made her more eager. Sucking him off with new vigor.

It was a matter of moments before he was twitching in her mouth. Y/n took him down to the base a few times before he held her down and came down her throat. Y/n moaned as his warm cum flooded her mouth.

Jeongin pulled her off of his cock once he was sure he was finished. Y/n swallowed his load before he grabbing the front of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Y/n moaned as his fingers picked up their pace of fucking her open for him. Jeongin pulled her back onto his lap then slipped a third finger into her.

Y/n melted against him as her hands held his waist loosely. Her walls clenching around his three long fingers as he hit her g-spot. She rutted her hips against his as he pulled away from the kiss, “Gonna come on my fingers baby? Or do you wanna come on my cock?” He asked, releasing her neck from his grasp.

Y/n sucked in a deep breath as he grabbed her chin and made him look at her, “Cock. Please Innie. Wanna come on your dick.” “You’re listening so well tonight. Can you do that all the time for your Innie?” he laughed as he pulled his fingers out of her.

He smacked both her ass cheeks as hard as he could before grabbing his re-hardened cock and lining himself up at her entrance. He kept a tight grip on her as, spreading them apart as he sunk her onto him.

“There we go,” Jeongin groaned as he started moving her hips up and down.

“Let me, please baby.” Y/n asked as she held onto his shoulders

“You wanna ride me baby? With no help?”

“Yes. Wanna take care up you.”

“So sweet of you baby.”

Jeongin stopped helping her move her hips as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. He thought she was going to continue her slow bouncing and rocking pace, but he was surprised when she started bouncing up and down on him as quick as she could.

“Shit baby,” Jeongin moaned. His cock was a little sensetive from his previous orgasm.

He gripped tightly onto his hips and threw his head back. Her hands moved to either side of his neck as she kissed all along the skin, occasionally biting and sucking on the skin. Surely leaving a mark for his makeup artist to cover up later.

His hips bucked up into her on reaction. It was sporadically, no rhythm to his thrustign as she bounced up and down on him, keeping a rhythm as her walls clenched around him. His own dick starting to twitch in her. Hands leaving a bruising grip on her hips. Y/n sat up on him, holding onto his shoulders to balance herself as she focused on her rhythm.

Jeongin moved his hands up from her hips. One moving to grope her breasts and toy with her nipples while the other wrapped around her neck again. Using it to move her up and down. He felt her legs shaking next to his has her pace became more erratic.

He started picking up his own rhythm of thrusting up into her as she finally came around him. She kept trying to bounce on him as best she could as he released his hold on her neck asnd breast as he came inside her, just has she came down from her high and leaned into his chest.

Both took a good few moments to catch there breaths before Jeongin managed to grab the throw blanket from off the top of the couch and drape it over them. “You alright babe?”

“Yeah. How about you?” She asked looking up at him

“Much better,” He smiled and placed a kiss on her lips

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Wei Wuxian is a good child. It's what every adult around him says, at least. If you ask for what he thinks, he'll say he's just doing his best to not be a burden.

At 13 years old, it's the first time he's been truly alone in his family house. His parents are always traveling somewhere, they used to bring him with them when he was little and didn't need to go to school, and Wei Wuxian still remembers those days with bitter fondness, but after he started school his guardian for a while was his grandma.

But now she's gone and his parents did not ask him if it was ok before they took off overseas once again. Although, his father did look a bit guilty.

"You're old enough, now, and you can cook, so it's fine for us." his mother said.

"If the school needs a guardian to sign a paper, our lawyer can do it, you just have to call him." his father forced a smile "Although he's going to visit you once a week. And we asked the neighbors to help, too."

"Oh! And your uncle Fengmian is going to look after you, too, ok?" his mother had no problems with smiling "We're going to do our best to come back more often."

"And you can always call us, ok?" his father looked at his wife's smile and suddenly his expression softened and his smile turned more real.

Wei Wuxian felt sick, but didn't say anything.

If they didn't want to stay, he wouldn't make them.

So, he tried his very best to live his life without complaining and with little to no tears. He smiled, laughed and joked around, trying to convince himself he was ok. That he was happy.

But sometimes, it was always too much for him and he felt negative emotions he tried with all his might to smother inside a deep box and kick to the back of his mind.

"Jealous." he said out loud "I feel jealous."

"What? Of who?" Jiang Cheng looked at him weirdly, as if doubting his words and thought he was crazy.

They were alone in the other boy's room playing video games before dinner, during one weekend Wei Wuxian was forced invited to stay over.

"You." Wei Wuxian shrugged, making his character die in the game.

"...Why?" Jiang Cheng's right eyebrow was almost kissing his hairline.

"Your parents are here." he hugged his knees, trying really hard to not cry "They fight a lot, but they love you and are here." sniffing, his voice trembled as he confessed his deepest feelings "I'm lonely."

Jiang Cheng looked down at his hands still holding the controller, biting his lip. He thought about what he should do, and ended up scooting over and throwing an arm around his friend's trembling shoulders.

"It's ok." he said, feeling awkward.

"I hate them." Wei Wuxian whispered against his knees.

Jiang Cheng felt his heart freeze for a moment "Sometimes..." he started "Sometimes I hate mine, too..."

Wei Wuxian cried silently for a while and Jiang Cheng kept half hugging him until he lifted his head and they both laughed at their red eyes and wet cheeks.

They didn't talk about it again until they were already in highschool and Wei Wuxian decided he wouldn't update his parents about his life anymore, and not be the first to call. Jiang Cheng kept supporting him silently and they started planning their future away from their parents.

When Wei Wuxian came out and started dating Lan Wangji, he didn't tell his parents directly, but his father liked his social media post. Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes and called them gross, but didn't tell any adults that the boys were sleeping together at that lonely house.

They were accepted in different universities. Wei Wuxian decided to go overseas by himself, while both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng were accepted at the same university in a bigger city.

"I will wait for Wei Ying." Lan Wangji said, a few days before moving.

"You know..." Wei Wuxian snickered "There's this thing called vacation, I don't know if you heard..."

Lan Wangji huffed, amused.

"And my lawyer said I can come back every summer for vacation. But Lan Zhan could go visit me too, right? Lan-er-gege is richer than this lonely man." he chuckled, hugging his boyfriend.

"...Fine." Lan Wangji silently sighed "I can visit Wei Ying during winter break and Wei Ying can visit me during summer."

"Perfect!"

When they were hugging each other in the airport saying their farewell to Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng clung to him hard and long, eyes closing forcedly.

"Are you still lonely?" he asked in a low voice.

"No." Wei Wuxian smiled, squeezing him back "A little."

"Still hate them?"

"A little. Yes."

They parted with wobbly smiles.

"It's ok." Jiang Cheng said.

"It's ok." Wei Wuxian nodded "I'll be back soon."

"You better!"

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The relationship between Wanda and Vision was complicated. It seemed like they were the perfect couple, but whenever Vision had a chance to disappear, claiming it was work related. Wanda was always left alone in the house, playing with the ring on her finger as she looked out the window.

"You need to end it Wanda." Nat told her as the two met up for coffee. "It's been forever since we have hung out and you're moping around about Vision."

"I am not moping." Wanda told her before she released a shaky breath. "What am I doing wrong Nat? We are engaged to be married. Everytime I bring up a date, he shoots it down."

"End it Wanda." Nat told her.

"I love him Nat." Wanda whispered. "I don't want to give up on something that might work in the end."

"Might work," Nat emphasized. "He clearly doesn't care about you Wanda, otherwise he would be here."

Wanda knew that she was right, she was holding onto something that was bound to fail. So she decided to take her friend's advice, she started to pack her things and pack her car as Vision was at work.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he walked inside, taking off his tie as he spotted Wanda sitting on the sofa. "Did you cook anything?" He asked her as she shook her head.

"I didn't have it in me." She told him. "Not anymore."

"What's going on?" He asked her as he moved closer, his eyes soon landing on the engagement ring on the table.

"It's over." She told him. "I am sick of sitting at home, waiting for a fiancè who is never here."

"This is ridiculous Wanda." He told her. "I am trying to get the money saved for our wedding."

"Don't bullshit me." She told him as she stood up. "You never want to organise the wedding, you keep denying any of the dates I suggest."

"Wanda, you're reading too deep into this." He scoffed as she shook her head.

"Who is she?" She asked him. "I want a name and I want to know why?"

"That's ridiculous." He laughed as she shook her head. "You are making things up in your mind Wanda, did you have one of those dreams again."

"No!" She yelled at him.

"Maybe we can order from that Thai place you like." He tried to distract her.

"Stop changing the subject." She told him. "I am leaving and we are done." As she went to leave he grabbed her arm.

"No one will love you Wanda." He growled as she got herself free from him, tears in her eyes.

"I will." She told him. "I will love myself." She wiped her eyes. "I don't need you to love me."

"You'll regret this Wanda." He yelled after her as she left the house. It was rented by the company that Vision worked for since they had left her family back in New York. Getting in her car and starting the journey back to New York.

"Wanda?" Pietro was shocked to see his twin standing outside his door.

"I need somewhere to stay and I couldn't go to Nat." She whispered as he just opened his arms for her.

"It's ok, you're always welcome here." He told her. As the days went by, Wanda had managed to get her old job back, seeing all of her old work friends again. She was happy, happier than she has been since she moved with Vision.

"I want to kill him." Pietro growled as Wanda had explained everything that had gone down with Vision, all to the last word he said to her. "I need to kill him." He growled as Wanda shook her head no.

"I don't want to worry about him anymore." She told him. "I want to live the life I lost the moment we moved to Westview."

And she did just that, months went by as she started to recognise the person in her reflection. The woman she used to be before her life revolved around him.

"Shit." A voice sounded, breaking her from her daze.

"I am so sorry." She rambled as she tried to dry their shirt. "I am so sorry. Let me buy you a new shirt."

"It's ok." They smiled at her. "I have a spare at the office."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She told them as they smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." They told her once again. "Look, I would really love to stay here and listen to your cute rambles but I have a meeting. It's extremely important but here is my card." They handed her their card. "Maybe give me a call and I would love to hear your rambles over a date." They waited for a name.

"Wanda." She told them.

"Well, I will wait for your call." They kissed her cheek before walking away as she watched them, a deep blush coating her cheeks. Looking at the card once they were no longer in her sight. She noticed the name and where they worked.

Y/N Y/L/N

CFO

Stark Industries

She was shocked to say the least, the person she had just bumped into, beat Vision at the promotion. She remembered him returning home a few weeks before they were relocated.

Vision slammed the apartment door shut as he walked in, loosening his tie as he spotted Wanda standing at the stove.

"Are you ok Vis?" She asked him as he groaned.

"Do I look ok?" He asked her bluntly. "That promotion that I have been working towards, putting in all of the extra hours and taking on a bigger workload went to someone from outside of the company!" He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I fucking worked for Mr Stark since I left college, worked my way up through the ranks and now some good for nothing nobody has the job."

"I'm sure it may be temporary." Wanda tried as Vision slammed the bottle down before he approached her, gripping her jaw hard.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He growled as she tried to get free from his grip. "It's not fucking temporary you stupid bitch."

She had to cover the bruises for weeks after that night, seeing a different side to Vision that she feared.

She pondered for a couple of weeks before she decided to phone the number on the phone.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help?" They answered professionally.

"Hi, it's Wanda." She spoke nervously as she played with the tassel on her hoodie. "The shirt stain."

"That was art." They told her excitedly. "I wore it with pride." She giggled at their playfulness. "How have you been?"

"I have been good." She told them as she sat on her bed. "Just debating on whether I should call you."

"Well, I am glad you did." They told her. "So, how does coffee sound?"

"When?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow at 1pm?" They asked her. "There's this new place that's just opened near Central Park."

"That sounds perfect." Wanda smiled as she thought about the person who has been on her mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow Wanda." They both bid their goodbyes as they hung up. Pietro stood in the doorway as she lay back, a smile on his face at seeing her happy.

"Do you want to tell me who that was?" He questioned as she shook her head.

The next morning came around, Vision hated the idea of being back in New York, but he was needed for a meeting with none other than the company CFO.

"So the Westview branch is losing profit." Y/N questioned as they looked at the presentation that Vision had planned out.

"I guess you can say that." He mumbled.

"The records show that." Y/N told him. "What's your plan to get things level for the next twelve months?"

"I guess we can make some cutbacks." He tried as Y/N looked over the files they had.

"That will help to an extent but we need a long term solution." They told him. "Look at the retiring employees, maybe early retirement since it is the veterans who earn more than the younger ones you have just hired."

"But they're better at the job, more proficient." He tried as Y/N shook their head.

"Work with the new employees, have Viv help you out with it, and start giving out early retirements." They told him, glancing at their watch. "Head back and put the plan into motion, I'll talk with Ms Potts about this situation."

"What will happen if we can't get a level of profit?" He asked as Y/N put the folders away.

"We will have no choice but to close the Westview branch." They told him, gesturing for him to leave before they started to get ready to meet Wanda.

Vision was shocked to see Wanda sat at an outside table at Loki's, a coffee in her hand as she scrolled through her social media.

"Wanda, hi." He greeted her, causing her to look up in his direction, a forced smile on her lips.

"Vision." She looked around before looking at him once more. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I had a meeting at HQ." He told her. "So you live here again? In New York?"

"Yes." She spoke bluntly, wanting him to leave her.

"Wanda." Y/N's voice broke her and Vision from their conversation. "Vision?"

"Y/N, do you know Wanda?" He asked with a smirk as Wanda stood abruptly.

"Let's get that coffee." She told them as she led them inside the cafè, not sparing Vision a second glance. He just watched as the two linked arms as they waited at the counter.

"How is it that you know Vision?" Y/N asked Wanda as the two walked over to an empty table with their drinks.

"Well, it's complicated." She told them as they gave her a smile.

"I have got time." They told her as she smiled at them.

"He is my ex fiancè." She told them as they nodded. "When he got transferred to Westview, I went with him. Blindly."

"I think it wasn't a nice experience." They stated as they observed her.

"No." She answered. "I guess some of the people who I had met there were nice but my career was here and the schools in Westview were small, so there weren't any jobs for me. I was a stay at home fiancè and I hated it."

"I guess he didn't take it well." Y/N pointed out. "Because he looked like he could kill me for a whole other reason."

"Yeah, he hated you before we moved." Wanda told them with a smirk. "You got the job he had been working towards and he hated it."

"Well, now I am happier." They smiled as they sat back. "I have met a beautiful woman, by chance I might add, and I have learnt why one of my employees hates me."

"He was always a power hungry man." Wanda told them.

"You sound like you know from experience." They spoke as their gaze softened. "Did he ever hurt you?" They asked her as she looked at her watch.

"I have to go." She told them.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you uncomfortable." They apologised.

"It's not that." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "I barely know you and you want to know more about a relationship I had with an employee"

"Well, get to know me. Ask me anything." They told her with a smile.

"What is your favourite colour?" She asked them.

"It used to be blue, but now I'm thinking green." They smirked as Wanda chuckled.

"You keep complimenting me." She stated as Y/N nodded with a wide smile.

"And I would keep complimenting you everyday that I see you." They told her as she smiled.

"I'd like that." She smiled, that was something Vision had never done since the first year of them dating.

That was the start of Wanda's happiness again, both Y/N and Wanda had multiple dates but Y/N respected her boundaries. Waiting for her to be the one to make the next move. So as they walked together to her brother's apartment, their coat wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the bitter ice in the winter air.

"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they stood before the building.

"Thank you for accompanying me." They smiled as they brushed her hair from her face, she closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips at the gentle touch.

"I uh, what is the purpose of these dates for you?" Wanda asked them, her eyes boring into their own. "It's always just us, and the dates are a little too romantic to be just friends."

"I want to be more than friends." They answered honestly. "But I don't want to push anything, I am willing to wait for you Wanda."

"Don't wait for me." She whispered as her hand found theirs, holding it as she entwined their fingers. "I don't want to wait either."

"So?" They asked her, confused by her words.

"Kiss me?" She whispered as they smiled, their free hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly until their lips met in a tender kiss, Wanda soon gripped their shirt as she pulled them closer, deepening the kiss before they pulled away.

"I will see you soon." They whispered as they opened their eyes.

"Kiss me again?" She asked as they complied, giving her a soft kiss before pulling away.

"If I keep kissing you, I won't be able to stop." They whispered as she pouted.

"Don't stop." She replied as they shook their head as their smile widened.

"I have to." They told her. "Your brother is most likely home and I would love to take you on more dates and ask you a very important question first."

"Then ask me." She told them as they chuckled lightly.

"Not right now." They caressed her cheek. "I want it to be special. Memorable, like every moment spent with you."

"Go." She told them breathlessly. "Now, or I will go against everything you have just said and take you upstairs."

"I'll see you soon dear." They kissed her forehead before watching her disappear through the doors before walking home themselves.

"How was it?" Pietro asked as Wanda walked inside, a fuzzy smile on her face.

"It was perfect." She told him as she sat beside him on the sofa. "They are perfect."

"When do I get to meet them?" He asked her as she giggled. "You have been on like a million dates, they should have met the family by now."

"Soon." She told him, he just smiled as he pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to see that smile on your face again." He told her. "Haven't seen that smile since we were kids."

On the next date, Y/N had decided to cook for Wanda in their apartment. They had sent her their address as they had managed to find a recipe for chicken paprikash.

"Hey." They smiled as they answered the door, receiving a kiss in return.

"Kiss the chef." Wanda smirked as she pointed at the apron.

"It was a joke gift from my assistant." They helped her take off her coat as she looked at the open plan luxury apartment.

"This is a nice place." She whispered as they hung up her coat. Smiling at her as she wandered over to the window.

"I like it here." They told her. "It's a change from my old apartment in Algonquin."

"Algonquin?" She questioned as they shrugged.

"It was home. My parents still live there, and never wanted to move." They told her as they went to stir the food on the stove.

"Is that?" She asked as she approached them.

"It is." They confirmed. "I found a recipe online during a meeting on Monday and I had to try and cook it for you." She listened as they rambled. "I remember you saying it was your favourite dish that your mom used to make."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Thank me after you don't die of food poisoning." They told her as their eyes met hers. Wanda had felt that in that moment, the entire world had stopped moving, with the intensity they gazed at her.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked as she straightened out her jumper.

"Maybe grab whatever drink you want from the rack." They told her as they started to get the bowls out, and the garlic bread from the oven.

"My brother wants to meet you." She told them as she sat opposite them.

"Really? Would I be getting the talk?" They questioned with a joke.

"Most definitely." She chuckled. "With Vision, he thought that he was a good guy, that he wouldn't hurt me."

"But he did." They stated. "In more than one way." They started to clear the plates before taking Wanda's hand and helping her stand. "Just know that, if you agree to be mine, I will protect your heart with my life. I will do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye."

"Yes." She whispered as she subconsciously stepped closer to them. "I want to be yours." Her hands danced along the front of their shirt as they held her hip with one hand and the other caressing her cheek. The tenderness that they had shown her made her realise that she would always be safe when she was in their arms. So they spent that night, getting to know each other deeply, their clothes strewn across the bedroom floor as Y/N kissed her passionately. Showing her all of the things she never knew she could feel.

She woke the next morning, just covered by the sheet as flashes of the night before flashed through her mind. She could smell pancakes and hear Y/N's voice as they spoke on the phone.

"Westview will have to be closed." They spoke. "We have no other option. There isn't any way we can save that branch." They sighed as they flipped the pancakes. "Offer them a transfer or redundancy. It's the only choice we have." They smiled as they spotted Wanda walk in with the shirt that she stripped from them the night before. "I'll be back on Monday and we can discuss it more. Good day Mr Smith."

"Was that?" Wanda questioned as she took a seat as Y/N hung up.

"It was Vision." They told her. "Tell me if this is too weird."

"It's weird hearing his name but I really like you." She stood up and walked towards them as they turned off the stove. "So much and I don't want this to end." She stood nose to nose with them as she bit her lip. "You have made me feel alive, more alive than I have been since the day I was born."

"Let's eat." They told her, lifting her onto the surface before she could say otherwise, kissing her with urgency before they took off the shirt. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." They whispered as they looked in her eyes. "Like you were painted by Da Vinci himself."

Wanda pulled them back into a hungry kiss, moaning as their tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her as much as they could. The breakfast soon became cold and forgotten about as they had their head between Wanda's thighs, bringing forth another mind blowing orgasm.

Wanda was nervous about Pietro meeting Y/N, cooking a simple meal as she wore Y/N's shirt with her jeans, setting the table and making sure the apartment seemed nice.

"The apartment is fine Wanda." Pietro told her as he leaned on the wall, an amused smirk on his face.

"This is shabby compared to their's P." She told him.

"If they really like you Wanda, they wouldn't care about the apartment." He told her just as the doorbell rang. Moments later, Pietro let them in, handing him a case of premium beer and a bouquet of flowers for Wanda.

"Hi, you must be Pietro." They held out their hand for him to shake.

"I am, and I have heard a lot about you." He told them with a smirk. "So, if you hurt her, I will find out and you won't like it when I do."

"I don't plan on ever hurting her." They told him honestly.

"Good." He smirked as Wanda came just in time.

"Dinner is ready." She told them as she grabbed Y/N's hand and led them to the table. They shared small conversations, Y/N heard stories from when the twins were young.

"So." Pietro questioned as Wanda left the table. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I just want to be there for, however she would let me." They told him honestly. "I want to keep that smile on her face and show her that she will be loved and treated like the queen she was born to be."

"Just don't hurt her, her ex fiancè did and I found her on my doorstep, crying." He told them as they nodded.

"I intend to look after her for as long as she will have me." They reassured him.

"Good." He spoke bluntly before Wanda returned with the desert.

"I kind of ruined the cake so ice cream it is." She smiled shyly as Pietro laughed and Y/N smiled endearingly at her.

"That's perfect." They smiled as she sat down beside them.

Since meeting Pietro, everything seemed to be going fine, what Wanda hadn't thought would happen would be Vision returning to New York.

"You will be manning the 11th floor." Y/N told him as he scoffed.

"I have just come from running a branch and now you expect me to take a demotion?" He asked them as they sighed.

"Look, Mr Smith, you are my employee. It was written in the new contract that you had signed when you accepted the transfer over the redundancy." Y/N told him tiredly.

"Can I take the redundancy now?" He questioned as Y/N chuckled lightly.

"You did go to University, no?" They questioned. "Because if you did, you would have understood the first question, and your inability to read over a contract is making me question your position at this company as a whole. Who knows what deals you have screwed us over with."

"Y/N." He tried as Y/N glared at him.

"You will be manning 11th, and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" They asked him.

"Crystal." He muttered before he left Y/N's office. Every time he saw their face, he wanted to punch them.

Pepper walked to Y/N's office, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you Pepper?" They asked her politely as she sat in the chair opposite them.

"The company is hosting a charity gala this month, we have managed to rent out the ballroom at the usual spot." She told them. "We need the management for each floor department to be there, as well as yourself and I."

"When is it?" They asked her as they opened up their diary.

"It is on the 27th. You can bring a plus one if you want to bring your assistant again." She told them.

"I won't be bringing Carol." They told her. "I will be bringing my girlfriend." They smiled as Pepper made herself comfortable.

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" She asked with a wide smile. They told her everything from the moment they met Wanda to now, especially with it nearing 8 months since they have been dating. "You sound like you're in love."

"I am." They told her. "I can't explain why I feel like this but she makes me want to be a better person. When I'm around her, it's easy, just being me and not CFO of Stark Industries." Y/N told her.

"You should tell her." She stated as Y/N shook their head.

"It's too soon." They told her.

"Love doesn't have a time frame." She told them. "And I can't wait to meet the lucky lady."

Y/N was a nervous wreck after that talk with Pepper, they were sitting on the sofa with Wanda as her favorite show was on. Her head on their shoulder as she held their hand.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she noticed their stiff posture. "You seem tense."

"I love you." They blurted out before removing themselves from the sofa. "I'm sorry, I never planned to say it like this. Tell you even." Wanda watched as they rambled, her heart beating rapidly. "I wanted to make the moment special. I just."

"Any moment spent with you is special." She told them as she stood before them, her finger placed upon their lips. "And I am falling for you too. I can't explain it because it happened fast and I have wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you Y/N." They pulled her in for a tender kiss, smiling against her lips as the kiss broke.

"Do you have any plans on the 27th?" They asked her.

"No. Why?" She questioned.

"The company is throwing the annual charity gala and I was wondering if you would be my date?" They asked her.

"I would love to." She told them before kissing them once more before pulling them onto the sofa. Little did they know that things from this moment would be more challenging.

The moment Vision saw the two walk in the room arm in arm, he was fast to get another drink. He hated seeing the person who got the job he wanted have his girl. It was when he spotted Y/N being dragged away to talk to a client, leaving Wanda alone at the bar.

"They just left you here?" He smirked as he approached her.

"Why are you here Vision?" She asked him.

"Do you know, their assistant is usually the one they bring here." He sneered as Wanda scoffed.

"Leave me alone." She told him as she tried to leave, before he gripped her arm.

"Do you really think they love you?" He taunted. "No one will love you Wanda, no one but me."

"You never really loved me." She told him. "You only cared about yourself."

"You're making a huge mistake." He spat at her.

"Please get your hands off my girlfriend." Y/N spoke up as they stood behind Vision.

"Is she really your girlfriend or is she keeping you warm for the next whore." He taunted as Y/N's hand removed Wanda from his grasp.

"You know, if we weren't at a business event, I would take you outside and kick your ass for thinking you could put your hands on a woman, let alone my girlfriend." They told him. "But right now, I can make your life a living hell. I can make sure you won't find another job in New York again. I have the power to do just that so I suggest you leave Wanda alone. You will not look at her. Talk to her or even touch her because if you do, I will make sure you won't be breathing the same air as her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He snarled before walking away, Y/N was fast to check her arm.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, and she just kissed them passionately.

"That was hot." She whispered as Y/N laughed at her. "But yeah, I'm ok." The rest of the night went by swimmingly, Vision seemed to stay away from Wanda until he had an idea.

Pietro groaned when he saw Vision enter the bar, wanting to kick his ass. He crossed his arms as his sister's ex sat on the stool opposite him.

"Why are you here?" Pietro asked him bluntly.

"Can't I get a drink in this fine establishment?" Vision taunted as Pietro just got him a beer.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as Vision took a long sip.

"Y/N is hurting Wanda." He told him.

"What?" He questioned.

"I've seen it, they held her arm extremely hard earlier. It will most likely bruise and let's not forget about Carol." Vision fought back the smirk on his face.

"Carol?" Pietro questioned.

"Yeah, she's Y/N's assistant, extremely close. I have walked by their office and heard noises before." He told him. "You know, sex noises."

"So you're telling me that Y/N is hurting my sister and cheating on her." He stated as Vision nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Vision finished his beer and put the money down before leaving an angry Pietro behind, feeling extremely triumphant about himself.

"I had fun tonight." Wanda told Y/N as they held hands, walking through the streets.

"So did I." They answered before pausing their steps, observing her bruising arm. "Does that hurt?" They asked her as she shook her head no. "This isn't the first time he has hurt you, is it?"

"No." She told them, barely above a whisper. "He wasn't always like that though, when we first got together he was sweet and gentle but then something changed in him as time went on." The two sat on a bench as Y/N wrapped their jacket around her shoulders. "He was overworking himself, forgetting dates and then he would try and buy my forgiveness with flowers and jewelry. Before we got engaged, I thought the man I fell in love with was coming back to me, and then after the engagement it got worse. The first time he hit me was when I never came home from work before him. I went out with my work friends so his dinner wasn't ready for him. He slapped me across the face."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." They assured her as she nodded.

"I know." She answered as she looked into their gentle eyes. "I just feel safe with you."

"You will always be safe with me." They told her, lips about to touch as they heard Pietro's angry voice.

"Pietro?" Wanda questioned as he threw a punch at Y/N's jaw.

"You make me sick." He growled as Y/N held their jaw.

"What is going on?" Wanda asked as Pietro threw another punch.

"They hurt you. They have been hurting you." He told her. "I know everything Wanda, the bruises on your arms. The sex with the assistant."

"What?" She whispered as Y/N looked at Pietro.

"I would never hurt Wanda." Y/N told him as they stood up. "I would never cheat on her either. That's just not who I am."

"What about the sex noises in the office?" He questioned as both Y/N and Wanda went beetroot. "And Carol wasn't at her desk."

"That would be us." Wanda admitted. "They send her on a long lunch while we have our time."

"But the bruises?" He questioned pointing to her arm.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

"Vision, he came by the bar just." He told her. "I'm sorry Y/N, when he said that you were hurting her and cheating on her I just went."

"I know." They nodded as they held their jaw. "I would have done the same had I been in your position."

"It doesn't excuse my behaviour." He told them.

"It's ok." They straightened up. "I will deal with Vision myself." They told the two of them. "I'll see you soon my dear." They kissed her cheek as they left her with Pietro.

"So, who gave you the bruises?" He asked her as they walked home together. She told him everything, from the first moment he first laid hands on her as Y/N spent all night at the office. Finding a way to get Vision out of New York.

"You wanted to see me?" Vision spoke as he entered the office, his eyes widening as he spotted Pepper sat in Y/N's chair.

"I have asked Pepper to be here because right now, it is taking everything in me to remain professional." They told him as they turned to face him. "After the bruises you left on my girlfriend's arm last night and trying to ruin my relationship with her by spreading lies to her brother has shown me that you no longer belong here." They told him. "So, I have a proposition for you, you can either take the transfer to our Dubai branch or you can tender your resignation. Effect of immediately"

"So which will it be?" Pepper questioned.

"Mr Stark won't stand for this." Vision spat at the two of them. "We are friends."

"When was the last time you and Mr Stark hung out?" Pepper questioned. "A college party that my husband no longer remembers. Besides, he saw how you treated Ms Maximoff last night, he saw it all and he wanted you fired, arrested too."

"This is just a whole misunderstanding." Vision laughed as both Pepper and Y/N remained serious.

"I'm afraid it is past the whole misunderstanding phase." Y/N told him. "You have hated seeing me with your ex fiancèe because you still think you have some moronic claim over her."

"I love her." He told them as Y/N chuckled.

"You don't love her." They told him. "You love the idea of having a stay at home wife who would cater to your every need. Someone to make you feel good whenever you desire in however way you want. That's not love, that's narcissistic misogyny." His shoulders deflated knowing he had lost this fight. "You have 24hrs to decide Mr Smith. If you are a moment late, I will start the process for assault charges."

Vision left the office with a huff as Pepper smiled up at Y/N.

"Are you ok?" She asked them.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be even better when he is out of Wanda's life. Thank you for helping me."

"It's no problem, now go home and rest." She told them which they did, already finding Wanda in their apartment, preparing a dinner for when they finished.

"What are you doing here?" The two asked at the same time.

"I figured you would be hungry after work." She told them.

"Pepper sent me home since I was working on our problem all night." They told her.

"Did you sort it out?" She asked them.

"We will find out tomorrow at 9am." They told her. "Or he will be getting charged for assault, the amount of witnesses there was from the moment he punched me, twice."

"You wouldn't?" She smirked as they nodded, wrapping their arms around her waist.

"I would do anything for you Ms Maximoff." They told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her close.

The moment Vision had took the job in Dubai, Wanda felt as though she could breathe freely, live freely as she moved her things into Y/N's apartment.

"You can decorate the place however you want to." They told her as she shook her head.

"Maybe some pictures to decorate the walls and units maybe." She told them as she pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a picture of the two as Y/N kissed her cheek.

"I guess we will have some memories to make then." They told her. "Like maybe a holiday, next week in Scotland."

"What about work?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Already sorted." They told her with a cheeky smile. "I spoke with Natasha about putting a holiday for you and that this was a surprise." She kissed their lips fervently, her heart full as she realised that this was the life she had craved. A love so pure that she never had to question it, whether she deserved it or not.

The trip to Scotland felt like a dream for her, the stolen moments and kisses she would share with Y/N as they explored the country. It wasn't until they were standing in the fields, surrounding Edinburgh that she turned to find Y/N on one knee.

"What are you doing?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Wanda, meeting you by chance was the best moment in my life. But I never knew that at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Loving you how you deserved to be loved. Showing you how you should be treated and cared for, and I want to do that for the rest of my life because with each passing day, my love for you only grows. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" They asked her as she only nodded with a shaky yes. Once the ring was on her finger, she pulled them in for a hard kiss. The two pulled away with smiles on their faces.

"I love you so much." She whispered as they pecked her lips once more.

"I love you so much more." They took her hand as they walked back to the hotel together. Ready to start on the adventure their future holds together.

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