#take a shot every time i say 'really' in this answer my gosh

[inkykeiji]

Good morning captivating clari!!!!

I didn’t ask before BUT do you selfship with Choso 👀 can you tell me a little bit about your relationship dynamic with him?

good morning sweet vixen my love!!! ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) i hope tuesday is treating you well bb <33 oooh okay so i don’t actually selfship with choso!! :o the only jjk character i really selfship with is sukuna, but we don’t really have any lore or anything like that (｡>﹏<) i’m just his lil pet girlfriend and he is my owner boyfriend;;; standard stuff, really c:

do you selfship with choso or any other jjk characters??? ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

[mvrtaiswriting]

Boyfriend x Jean Kirstein. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

turns out the only character that could snap me out of writer's block is horse face. idek why. whatever. i kinda like how this one turned out so.. enjoy :P

gender neutral reader. no pronouns used.

warnings: angst (it ends well-ish), a bit suggestive, mention of toxic behaviour (jealousy, cheating, idk eren is a lil bitch)

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee.

Taking another sip from the red cup in your hands, you watched everyone enjoying the party, dancing the night away. Everyone plus your boyfriend. Your gaze was locked on him and his new prey as they swayed on the dance floor, the red cup in your hand acting as a disguise. Was he doing it to make you jealous? You weren't quite sure, but at this point you weren't sure if you really wanted to know the answer to that - you didn't know if you would have cared, even. The way his hands grabbed her waist told you this wasn't just a play - Eren wasn't causing a scene, he was enjoying every bit of it. The way his fingers laced on the fabric of her tiny dress, the way his body moved in complete synchrony with hers feeding off every animalistic instinct; you knew this all too well. He had been like this with you too, getting to know every detail of each other's bodies.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you kept staring at them - hoping to feel a glimpse of disgust, a sparkle of jealousy. These emotions were once your go-to-meal, but you must have gotten used to the bitter taste in your mouth because now you felt nothing. Impassible while watching the love you've ached for walking away, trampling on the ruins of everything you had built holding his head up high.

"You might need a refill." Jean chuckled, noticing how you ended up chewing the edges of the cup in your hands. Taking the empty one out of your grip, Jean was quick to replace it with a fuller one. Jumping on the kitchen table, he stared at you for a second, tilting his head slightly as if it could help him decipher the look on your face. Following your gaze, he turned around to see what had your attention.

"Gosh. Still?"

Jean asked, raising his eyebrow. He had lost count of how many times he had to pick up the pieces of your broken heart after a fight with Eren, and he just couldn't believe you were still with him.

"This will be my excuse." you answer, pointing at the newly formed couple, who was now making out right before your eyes.

"My out-of-jail pass. At least he won't cause a scene."

Jean just nodded in response, keeping his eyes locked on you. There were so many things he wanted to say - he wanted to know what was so special about Eren, what made you stay even after being cheated on so many times. Jean wanted to know why you would always go back to the guy who almost hit you during a fight, who ridiculed you in front of everyone - why you would always choose Eren over him. But that night, as every other night, Jean kept silent. He wanted to be there for you, even if that meant being just a friend.

"Cool. Now that you've got your pass, we need to restart the game."

Wrapping his arm around your waist, Jean turned you away from the sight of your stupid boyfriend and walked you to the pool table, just across the dining room. The music that was busting in your ears minutes before now sounded like a muffled cry, covered by the loud laughters and chants of your classmates playing games and getting drunker than ever.

"Collect 2 drinks as you pass from the go!"

Jean winked, before handling you two shots. Finally breaking a smile since the start of the evening, you clinked one of your shot-glass against his.

"Cheers, Jean. Thank you."

A soft smile appeared on your face as you cheered with your best friend, before gulping the liquor down. No more tears would have delved your cheeks - not that night, not ever again. Not for Eren, not anymore.

-

"Connie, for the love of God!"

Your voice filled the room, echoed by the laughters of your friends, in a desperate attempt to understand what the boy in front of you was trying to mime. Trying to win that game was a lost cause. Everyone was now drenched in alcohol - after two beer pong matches and two bets lost, trying to be lucid enough to play mimes was too much to ask. There were no plausible guesses to make, and you were pretty sure it had been Connie's turn for a while now - he probably didn't even know what he was supposed to represent.

Jean had remained by your side all night; not that it was unusual, the two of you were inseparable. Before Eren came into play, you stumbled over the idea of Jean being more than just a friend, but it wasn't long until a pair of green eyes swooped you away.

Resting your head against Jean's shoulder, you reached for your phone. You weren't exactly expecting to find anything, so when you noticed a few missed calls from your boyfriend, you were surprised. Scrolling through your notifications, you noticed some texts from Eren - again, surprisingly. Usually, he didn't even bother telling you he was leaving without you - but this time, it was different.

"You read it. My head feels dizzy and I just don't want to know."

You mumble, passing your unlocked phone to Jean. He was fast to read through the chat, his long fingers quickly sliding down the screen of your phone.

"He blocked you. There's nothing worth reading."

Jean finally said, locking the screen of your phone. Slightly turning towards you, he pressed his lips against your forehead. Despite a certain apathy you had showed the last couple of times something happened between you and Eren, Jean expected this to hurt. Snuggling closer to Jean, you wrapped your arms around his, your face now hidden in the crook of his neck.

Was it pain? No, no. You didn't even read what he said. Realisation. Closure. Relief. That's what it was. Knowing that he had finally gathered the courage to let you go, even if in the most vile of ways, was freeing. The love between the two of you was long gone - it had been months since the last time he had touched you or even remotely cared for you. What kept you together was your desire to fix him, to change him into the better man you had envisioned but that he never was. And Eren made sure to always remind you how despicable he was, how hopeless his soul was - he did it every time he cheated, every time he raised his voice at you, every time he forgot you had a date and left you at home. You had loved him deeply, too much even - but that was never going to be enough. Especially because you only loved the idea of him.

"Can I stay at yours tonight?" you asked, your voice immediately snapping Jean back to reality.

"Don't even have to ask." he replied, holding you tighter into his embrace.

Of course you didn't have to ask. Half of your stuff was at his place anyway, even your toothbrush. Sometimes you stopped there because Jean's apartment was closer to your university's campus. Other times you would sleep at his place because you were hanging out with his roommates Connie and Sasha. Some other times, he would come and pick you up in the middle of the night because you and Eren had a fight and he kicked you out of his dorm. Then there were your cozy saturdays, when you and Jean would binge watch your favourite tv shows. Jean's place was the only home you knew.

-

The end of the night felt like a blur. You weren't sure how you've made it to bed, wearing your pyjama. Opening only one eye, you took a look around you. Some rays of light peeked through the window, the curtains blocking most of the light out - a few weak ray of light filtering through the fabric and lighting up the room. You immediately recognised Jean's room and of course, Jean's bed. Sleeping peacefully next to you, Jean's soft snores filled the room, catching your attention and bringing you back to reality. It was in that moment that you realised just how terrible your headache was, your veins hammering into your skull at every second. Letting out a groan, you adjusted yourself, trying to rearrange the pillow in a way that felt less like concrete and more like a nice, soft arrangement of feathers.

A strong arm gently laced around your waist, pulling you closer to the sleepy boy next to you. Leading your body closer to his, Jean pulled you into a tight embrace before you could realise it, your head now resting on his chest.

"C'mere."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to Jean's chest, appreciating the warmth of his body. Using his free arm, Jean grabbed the blankets to cover both of you, now almost completely hidden by the duvet.

What happened after was a curious sequence of events, so strange yet so predictable, so complicated yet so simple, so natural yet so craved.

How could you know that carelessly tracing your fingers over his chest could light up such a spark? How could you know that your bodies fitted together perfectly, like the missing piece of a puzzle you waited so long to complete. How could you know that touching him meant feeling loved for the first time. You couldn't. But with your clothes on his bedroom floor and his hands around your waist, you swear you finally knew one thing - you were always looking for love in the wrong place. Nevertheless, it's a known fact that the best place to hide something precious is in plain sight.

[jessi4fanfics]

TROLLS HOLIDAY OF HAVOC- A VALENTINES FANFIC: Part 1 (warning, rlly long)

only read this story if you are like REALLY bored and have nothing to do for the next bajillion minutes cuz ITS LONG

Its a mix of Broppy with a bit of Cliva!

I wrote this on Wattpad if you would rather read it there. 😘

"UGHHHHHHH," John Dory groaned as he and the rest of the BroZone brothers fell onto the couch the morning after one of their shows.

They were in Branch's bunker living room, where all of them except for Bruce lived now, though Bruce did live there when he was planning on staying in Pop Village for a while for shows, like this last week.

And there was only one way to describe what the brothers felt now: EXHAUSTED.

"I can't believe we did six shows in five days last week!" Clay groaned.

"I don't think I've slept since Monday," Branch sighed.

"At least we were all together," Floyd suggested. "It's better than when we were all apart, right?"

They all stared at him. It was obvious from their faces that they didn't really agree.

"I miss Brandy," Bruce sighed sadly, taking a picture of his wife and kids out of his hair.

"You always miss Brandy," John said, annoyed. "Why don't you enjoy hanging around us for a little while at least?"

"Because you guys never tell me how much you love me," Bruce shot back.

Floyd touched his shoulder. "Bruce, we love you a ton."

Bruce stared at him, then shrugged Floyd's hand off of his should. "Ehh, it's not the same."

"I'd be concerned if it was." Branch stood up. "Guys, we're all acting weird and mopey. You know why?"

"Because you didn't make us pancakes for breakfast like we asked?" John asked.

Branch frowned. "What? No. I told you; I don't have all the ingredients!"

"Well, I offered to go to the store for you, but nooooo you said--"

"It's because we all need a break!" Branch interrupted. "We've been working our butts off ever since we got back together, which is good, but we deserve a break sometime. Which is why--" He turned and grabbed the BroZone Planner book from off of the breakfast table, "--I completely emptied all of our activities this week." He placed it in front of Clay.

"What?! No way!" Clay opened the planner to the week that it was. It was true. The whole week had nothing written anywhere on it.

The brothers stared at it for a while. 

"Omigosh, yes!! This is what I've been secretly wanting for the past two months!" John gave a sigh of relief.

"That means we can do whatever we want all week!" Floyd smiled. "This is gonna be so much fun!"

"Guys, we should totally go bowling!" Bruce suggested.

John gave Bruce a funny look. "Why?"

"Cuz I haven't been bowling in forever! Last time I went bowling with Brandy, I broke my left pinkie toe!" He lifted his foot to show his toe, which was hanging in a weird way.

"Eww, that is disgusting, put that down!" Branch shrieked, covering his eyes.

"Dude, it's just the way of nature. Things break. Including toes," Bruce explained.

"That doesn't mean we want to see it!" Floyd gagged.

"Okay, okay!! If you put that foot down, we'll go bowling!" John compromised. 

"Okie!" Bruce put down his foot and gasped. "We can call it-- browling!!"

"Haha!! Yes! I love it!" John laughed, nudging him.

Clay had been quiet. His eyes were so wide they looked like saucers. Then he gave a relieved sigh. "Oh my gosh, it is so satisfying to open this planner to this week and see nothing in it."

"There's not nothing in it," Literal John pointed out. "It says 'Valentines Day' right there."

Clay gave him the bro, are you kidding me?  look. "Thanks."

"You're welcome! 🤗" John answered.

"Ahhh, Valentines Day," Bruce gave another sigh, this time full of relaxation and enjoyment, as he sat back. "You know, Brandy and I met on Valentines Day."

His brother turned to him, annoyed. 

"Yah, we know," John grunted. "You tell us every Saturd--"

"It was exactly ten years ago," Bruce began suddenly.

The rest of BroZone groaned. 

"I was new to Vacay Island and the Islanders, and watched them party in the evening of Valentines Day, all partying like they were never gonna stop. I watched sadly, wishing that I had my own Valentine to party with."

"And then that's when you saw her," Branch predicted.

"By the snack stand," Clay continued.

"All alone," Floyd reminded.

"Looking kind of depressed," John finished. "Maybe a bit like us right no--"

"And then!" Bruce didn't wait for JD to finish. "I decided now was my chance. So I walked up to that beauty. Her eyes were shining like bits of heaven itself. Her skin as yellow as a really ripe banana. Her hair as stringy as the cheese in a cheese and spinach ravioli."

"Why do you always describe her like that?" Clay asked. "It absolutely disgust--"

Bruce ignored him. "And I walked up to her and said, 'Hey, you must be today's special cuz you're making me hungry!"

All the brothers winced, just as they always did whenever Bruce got to that part.

"I'm really surprised she didn't punch you after saying that," Branch remarked.

"Oh, she did," Bruce chuckled.

"Wait, what?!!" Clay gasped.

"Dude, how come you've never told us the one interesting part in this lame story?!!" John gaped.

"I don't know. It didn't really matter," Bruce shrugged.

"What is wrong with you?" Clay asked.

Floyd laughed.

"Well, anyways. After I said that, she--"

They all groaned again.

"BROOOOOZOOONNNEEEE!!!" came a high but sweet voice from the hallway.  

Queen Poppy burst into the living room, her face full of excitement and joy. She waved a pink envelope in the air before twirling excitedly in the room. "I'm sorry that I just popped out of nowhere, but I had to tell you--!!"

She stopped, noticing Bruce's mouth open, mid-story. "Oop, am I interrupting something?"

"Nope, you just saved us," Clay said gratefully. 

"Yes, please continue. Even your news may beat Bruce's story," John pleaded. 

Branch smiled and rolled his eyes. He was completely grateful to Poppy for interrupting though. Hearing the same story every week wasn't very fun.

"What'd you want to tell us?" He asked, walking toward her.

"Well, you know how Valentines Day is in two days?" She sang in a happy voice.

"Ugh, don't start Bruce all over again!" John said, alarmed.

Bruce crossed his arms. "I don't get why you guys don't enjoy it. It's absolutely lovely."

"Sure, Bruce. If you say so." Floyd patted his shoulder.

"We were just talking about it," Branch informed Poppy, who looked a bit confuzzled.

"Oh. Well, good!" She grabbed his left arm. "I wanted to invite you all to--"

"Wait, invite us to?" Branch stopped her. "Poppy, I thought I told you, we were taking a break from parties and everything else all week!"

Poppy looked at him, remembered, then blushed. "Oh. Well, uhhh--" she scratched the back of her head. "It's not really a... party."

Branch sighed and took the pink envelope and opened it. Inside the card said:

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO POP VILLAGE'S FIRST ANNUAL VALENTINE'S DAY DANCE!!

Formal Dress Required. Snacks Provided! 6pm to 9pm.  

"Popppyyy," he gave long groan.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-- I forgot, you don't have to go!" Poppy's face flushed even more. 

"Another party?!" John moaned, leaning back on the couch.

"But I was hoping to go back home that day!" Bruce said. He sighed. "Well, I guess..."

Clay also gave a sad sigh. "There goes our empty week." He grabbed a pencil and tried to bring himself to write in the planner Valentine Dance.

"For the second time, it's not empty! It already says 'Valentines Day', right there!" John pointed out again. 

"DUDE HOW LITERAL CAN YOU BE?!!" Clay shrieked.

"Guys!" Poppy yelled.

They all turned to her.

She turned back to Branch. "Look. You're right. You told me not to invite you to a party. I thought the ball would be alright since it wasn't really a party, but I shouldn't have taken you so literally, and I'm sorry. You all don't have to go, no pressure." She gave him a kind smile and turned around and left.

They all stared after her.

"That was really sweet of her," Floyd said.

"Wow. Branch. She practically got on her knees, begging for forgiveness, and you just stand there like a doofus!" John said.

"Yeah, Brandy never would never have done that for me," Bruce said, impressed.

"Mostly because she doesn't have knees," Clay smarted.

The Clay and John snickered.

"I don't find that funny!" Bruce shouted.

Branch sat down next to Floyd. 

"Penny for your thoughts," Floyd said gently.

"I think I'm gonna go to the dance," Branch said shortly.

"What?!" John turned to him. "What happened to browling?!!"

"We have all week to do that, it's just one day, guys." Branch shrugged. "Besides, I kinda want to make this Valentines Day perfect for Poppy. The past few haven't gone-- well, very well."

"What do you mean?" Floyd asked.

~~~ THREE YEARS AGO~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!!" Poppy held out a Valentine's Day card to a grumpy Branch.

He took it with a plastered smile then stomped on it angrily.

"😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped. 

~~~ TWO YEARS AGO~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!" Poppy held out another Valentine's Day card for a grumpy Branch.

He took it and stomped on it.

"😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped.

~~~ONE YEAR AGO (Branch has his true colors now, y'all)~~~

"Happy Valentines Day, Branch!!" Poppy held out her annual Valentine's Day card to a now happy Branch, sure he wasn't going to stomp on it.

Glitter sprayed in his face.

"EEEWW, I GOT GLITTER IN MY MOUTH!!" Branch shrieked. "I THINK IMMA PUKE-" runs away gagging dangerously.

 "😱😱!!!" Everyone gasped.

~~~BACK TO PRESENT TIME~~~

"Oof, yah, you do owe her a good Valentines Day," Floyd completely agreed. 

"And maybe this is my way of doing it," Branch said. He got up. "I'm going to go tell Poppy. But none of you guys have to go."

"Oh, don't worry, we've got that in mind," John said, annoyed. 

"Poppy!" Branch ran out of the living room smack into--

"Hiii!!" Poppy gave him a giddy smile.

"Poppy, were you standing there the whole time?" Branch asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She shifted uncomfortably. "Mayyybeee."

He couldn't help smiling.

"I was hoping you'd say you would still come! And you did!!" Poppy gave an excited squeal and jumped onto him, giving him a big hug.

"Okay, okay, but I don't think the rest of them are coming," Branch gently pushed her off of him.

"That's okay." She waved her hand carelessly. "As long as you're there."

He grinned.

"Viva and I are so excited, we're planning on decorating it all by ourselves and we're ordering the biggest cake you've ever seen and--" she gave an excited gasp. "Branch!! You'll have to come over tomorrow! I have so many ideas for your tuxedo!"

"Well, I-- uhh." Branch wasn't sure if he wanted to wear another tuxedo in his life. He had worn that all week so far.

"How about around 11am tomorrow?! Okay, good!" She kissed his cheek, not waiting for an answer. "I'll see you then!!!" And she danced toward the elevator.

Branch gave an exasperated sigh. 

~~~ The Next Day~~~

"I'm off to Poppy's to see about tuxedos, guys," Branch said. 

"Ouch, good luck with that." John lay on his back on the couch, covering the whole thing.

Branch rolled his eyes.

"Branch, do you have a mailbox?" Bruce asked from the breakfast nook. "I haven't had mail in forever!"

"Pfft, who'd send mail to you?" John asked. "You aren't a thrilling teenager anymore, Bruce."

"As a matter of fact, I get tons of fanmail, Mister I'm-Jealous-Cuz-I've-Never-Gotten-One-Fan-Letter-In-My-Entire-Life. But I was talking more about my family," Bruce said defensively.

"Mmm." John had no comeback.

"As an answer to your question," Branch finally managed to cut in, "No, Bruce, I do not. Poppy's working on that. I can go get your mail at the post office if you want."

"Ooh, and while you're there," Clay handed him a letter to mail.

"What's this?" Branch asked.

"Well, it's--" Clay began in his I'm-about-to-blab-about-serious-boring-and-important-stuff-for-about-fifteen-minutes voice.

"Ya know what, doesn't matter, I'll take it." Branch was not about to stand here for fifteen minutes. Not when he could be talking to Poppy. "Anything else?"

"Oh! I have a grocery list!" John got up and handed him a five-foot-long list. 

"John, I'm going to Poppy's pod. I'm not going anywhere near the grocery store."

"Well, you asked 'anything else' and I told you!" John went back to the couch. "You're welcome."

Branch rolled his eyes. 

"Here, Branch. I'll go do that stuff." Floyd got up from the breakfast table. "You can go on ahead to Poppy's pod."

"Oh. Thanks, Floyd." Branch gave him a smile. 

"We're off!" Floyd announced.

"Hmm."

"They don't care, let's just go before they order us to go pick up something somewhere else," Branch whispered.

"Good idea," Floyd agreed.

They started off toward the direction of Poppy's pod (the post office was on the way).

"Soooo...." Floyd said in a singsong voice.

"Soooo?" Branch asked.

"What's your gameplan?"

"For what?"

Floyd laughed. "Asking Poppy to the dance!"

"What?" Branch gave him a funny look. "I have to ask her? She's not just gonna assume we're going together because we're dating?"

"Well, of course she does. But it's more fun for the girls when they get asked." Floyd grinned. "You know, you'd think you've never been in a famous boyband."

"Yeah, well, girls weren't always my first priority, you know."

"I can see that." Floyd's grin turned into a gentle smile. "Branch, I want you to do how proud I am of you."

Branch shifted uncomfortably. "For what?"

"Getting along. Without us. Even before you had your true colors back. You dealth with Grandma..." Floyd gulped. "Well, you dealt with that all alone. And you still went on."

"Barely." Branch shrugged. "If it wasn't for Poppy, I don't know where I'd be right now."

"Well, it wasn't just Poppy." Floyd looked straight into Branch's blue eyes. "Poppy isn't in control of you changing, Branch. That's almost all you. She may have changed you, but you let her. And that's why you're here now, dating the Queen of the Pop Trolls."

Branch flushed. 

Floyd chuckled. "I remember the day you were born. Clay made ten lame jokes about you right away, laughing at them by himself, Bruce seemed to be grumpy because you had blue eyes when he had always wanted them, and John looked like he wanted to die because he now had four brothers instead of three. But I knew right away, you were something special, Branch."

"I'm not that special," Branch said. But he couldn't stop smiling. "Oh, there's Poppy and Viva!"

They were in front of Poppy's pod, doing backflips in the grass, giggling like crazy.

"Oh, man, they're gonna break their necks!" Branch rushed to them. "Poppy, wait, don't--!!"

Floyd laughed, watching. Then he looked at Viva. She was laughing at Branch as well, giving him a teasing push, and he turned on her and tweaked a blonde curl, grinning, something he had grown to do lately as he as now as close to her as his brothers.

Branch knew a lot about Viva already because he hung around Poppy so much. Floyd wondered if he was close enough to her to be able to jokingly tweak a curl. 

No, definitely not. But it would be fun to have a friend like that. And he hadn't had very many since he went to Mount Rageous. 

Suddenly, an idea popped in his head. It sounded alright. Would Viva think so?

He smiled and walked toward her calmly, on a mission.

...

[dangerously-human]

👻, 💀, 🐸, and 🔦.

👻 - which ghost do you think is the scariest?

EALING CANNIBAL MY BELOATHED. Jonathan Stroud is SO good at writing ominous and outright terrifying, and I happen to be deepy, deeply afraid of cannibalism, so this one freaks me right out every time I read it.

💀- which character do you think you’re most like?

I mean... Okay, this is a difficult question to answer. I've got some of George's rigidity and passion for learning (sometimes to our own detriment) and willingness to protect my friends. I definitely empathize with a lot of Lucy's thought patterns, the struggle for self-worth (oh gosh, younger me needed Lucy Carlyle's character arc), perpetually feeling simultaneously not enough and entirely too much, the avoiding wanting things because you want it too much and you're terrified of being Seen. But the character I relate to most is Lockwood. Which maybe isn't the same thing, but it is why this series speaks to me as much as it does. I've talked before about how much it means to read Lockwood's arc from a nihilist death wish to finding meaning in everything, from tragedy to the mundane, and transforming hope, when I spent my teen and early adult years suicidal, too. And perhaps that's part of why I'm particularly attached to the Catholic Lockwood reading of the text, because it reads to me like he was raised to believe in deep meaning that just didn't seem to be true as he got older and faced a dark and broken world, but he's still clinging to pieces of that old faith even if he really doesn't want to acknowledge it - and while my story is different in the details, well, that resonates. So, yeah, I'm probably not most like Lockwood in personality, but he's the one I relate to hardest, and it's his growth I find the most joy in (though I'm cheering for everyone's).

🐸 - favourite minor character

Shoutout to my invisible girl, Margaret Fittes!! Aside from her... probably Flo? Or Jessica Lockwood.

🔦 - do you have a favourite shot from the show or favourite scenic description from the books?

See, this is why I had to cut myself off the last time I answered this! We been knew! Except I'm realizing I answered all show things last time, so this time I will focus on the books and say while there are SO many descriptions that leave me gasping (Jonathan Stroud, you genius), the one that takes the cake is probably setting the scene on the Other Side in The Creeping Shadow. Haunting, chilling, gorgeous. Love, love, love.

[makeitastrength]

8, 14, 17, 28, 31, 32 💛

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

Oh gosh, I'd say at least a couple times a week I hear song lyrics and think they'd make a good title or fic. Not that I usually remember most of them because mostly it happens while I'm driving and can't write it down. But, one of these days @queseraone and I will get around to writing the Wildest Dreams fic we've talked about so I guess I'll use that as my answer

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

So many. In general, I'm not a fan of AUs or fics involving infidelity. And for chenford, break up fics are usually not for me. I have read all of these, though, but only because they're written by one of my fav writers who I know will bring the angst without making it OOC or unnecessarily melodramatic

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

Since I'm not usually a fan of AUs, I'm not sure I can give a good answer to this question 🤷🏼‍♀️

28. Does anyone read your fics before you post them? If so, who?

@bronx-bomber87 usually reads at least snippets of every fic before I post them, and for some fics, especially when I'm unsure of myself or struggling with putting the pieces together, she reads the entire thing. There are quite a few fics that never would have seen the light of day without her ideas and support and encouragement ❤️

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

I'm really more of a one-shot person, just because I'm such a slow writer that multi-chapters take me months to finish. I'd say most of them are between 2k-4k words

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

Hmmm... it depends? Sometimes it's nice to just have a one-shot that I can read while I'm on the train home from work. But I also enjoy following along with multi-chapter fics that have a good character arc. I do think there's such a thing as too long, though. The longer a fic gets, the more it tends to veer away from canon, and my brain often struggles with that

Thank you for the questions!

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

helloo, never done a match up but recently been very obsessed w bg3 so im curious.

its a little hard describing myself since im not so good with words but id say im anxious/awkward but quickly warm up when someone speaks to me. i love teasing my partner and joking with them in a flirty way. my love language is def words of affirmation. my mbti is intp. ive been called very chill & easy to get along with & just someone who will want to listen & help people. although if someone just saw me on the street theyd assume im very reserved & keep to myself. i dont have the best upbringing and definitely had to persevere my way through life & def had a "dark" path i was heading down but now im at a very good place. the only thing that still really affects me is my anxiety and my constant need for reassurance lol. im very gay so i would prefer to be matched with a woman but id also like to see the male match up as well! poly only:)

A/N: Oh my gosh the bg3 obsession is so real though!! Because you wanted to see both your Male and Female answers (being open to a poly interpretation), for you my Anxious/Awkward INTP Anon, I’m thinking Shadowheart (Female) and Halsin (Male) would be your best bets. 

Shadowheart would be a great match for you! Similar to you, she’s not the quickest to speak, preferring to hang back and observe before commenting. However she is quite the wordsmith, and loves teasing her partner with witty banter as well as the occasional suggestive quip. 

Shadowheart may want everyone to think she doesn’t need help or guidance but in reality she’s actually quite insecure and needy, which means she greatly understands your love language of words of affirmation. She’ll remind you as many times as you ask, how she truly feels about you and hopes that you do the same for her. 

As an INTP, you share some similarities to Shadowheart’s ISTJ, although there are a few notable differences. Whereas you are less of a teacher’s pet, Shadowheart is quite by the book. She places an emphasis on following orders, and doing what is expected of her. This may cause some friction, but its actually for the best as your free nature can help untether her from any unhealthy binds or relationships in her life. 

Shadowheart is fairly easy going compared to the other companions. She’d rather watch from a distance than jump right into the fray of a social event. The two of you can linger at the refreshments table together drinking wine and gossiping about the fashion choices of those around you. 

Depending on how her path goes, Shadowheart may also have just found herself steering away from a darkened path. If she becomes a follower of Selune, she’ll view her days worshiping Shar as a mark on her honor and her soul. At the same time, if she becomes a Dark Justicer for Shar, she will view her short period of doubt as a mark on her honor. Either way, Shadowheart knows what it’s like to be headed down the wrong path, and she will hold no grudges against you for it. 

Shadowheart doesn’t suffer from generalized anxiety but she does have a few fears, wolves being amongst them. She does her best to reassure you of your safety, always taking the time to remind you that she is here for you, as you are the woman she loves, and she would move hell and earth for you. 

In a poly relationship (with Halsin, for example), I can see Shadowheart being a little bit more passive aggressive with her banter/word play. Her choice to be coy rears its ugly head every time she feels neglected. Just be sure to include her in your threesome a bit more and everything will go back to normal. 

Halsin would also be a great choice for you! (If you were attracted to men). Hell, even if you’re not, I don’t think that would stop Halsin from shooting his shot, at least once.He’s lived a long time, he knows it’s better to put yourself out there than risk missing out on a true love. 

Halsin doesn’t mind if you’re not great with words, he’d rather his actions speak for himself and others anyway. He’s a very physically attuned person, being a Druid afterall, and as a result, he’s adept at reading body language. Of course being the enormous lover (ahem slut) he is, he lives for your flirty teasing! He’s also a master at getting people flustered. It becomes a competition between you two, who can say the raunchiest thing to make the other person crack first. If you’re in a poly relationship with him and Shadowheart at this point, she, surprisingly, ends up winning this competition, saying things to make you and Halsin blush (and cause a nun to have a heart attack). She’s the undefeated champion really. 

His ENFJ is a good balance to your INTP. He’s an empathetic enough person to be able to understand your need to think things through logically, without getting hurt in the process. And as an extrovert, he can help you navigate social aspects- especially ones where you feel awkward or out of place. 

Halsin understands having to overcome darkness, as he was burdened with the task of solving the Shadow Curse and saving the shadow lands. He has done several things he is not proud of. (It’s actually interesting, in a scrapped storyline for Halsin early-access had him as the one who dealt the killing blow to Isobel, killing her, and unintentionally sparking the Shadow Curse as it was Ketheric’s grief over the death of his daughter that pushed him over the edge.) Halsin does not know if he is worthy of your forgiveness, but he will welcome it nonetheless. He will always remind you how much you mean to him, not only to quell your anxiety but because he truly cares about you that much.  

In a poly relationship with Shadowheart and Halsin, I see you getting all the attention and reassurance you could ever ask for. Shadowheart and Halsin may butt heads occasionally, especially if Shadowheart still worships Shar. (And I mean it would take A LOT to get Halsin back on board with a Shar-worshiping Shadowheart for a life partner.) But for the most part, you’d make up a very witty, naughty little trio. 

A/N 2.0: Ahhh, sorry it took forever to post this. I’ve actually had this mostly done like a month ago but I didn’t want to share it until I could look it over and make sure it sounds right. I hope you liked it, and it was worth the wait. <3

[good4olivia]

so i forgot the start of a story i was writing in my bucky phase, i'm probably not going to finish it but i'll post it anyway lol

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

“How many drinks do I have to order until you finally agree to let me take you out?” Bucky pressed, leaning against the wooden counter of the bar. The establishment was popular among LA’s rich and famous, especially drummer Bucky Barnes. 

“You can keep ordering them, and I’ll keep serving them but that’s as far as it’s going to go. You know I don’t date famous people.” You told him sternly, pouring him another shot, you knew his order off by heart now. You knew a lot about him, not from internet stalking but from his everlasting presence at the bar. 

“I’m not even that famous babe!” He exclaimed, throwing his hand up in the air and downing the shot as soon as you placed it front of him. 

“You don’t need a date from me, you can get one from any other girl in this bar and you know that.” You say, looking down.  Bucky has his reputation and if he wants to sleep around with girls and drop them the morning after, he would have to do it with someone else. 

 “There’s more to me than what people think. Come on, you of all people should understand that.” He reached for your hand across the bar and it made your heart race pick  up. “Let me take you out. Please.” 

You were about to answer him when another patron down the counter called out to you, “Hey! Get me another raspberry vodka would you?” You got to making that drink right away. Bucky’s jaw clenched and if he hadn’t had the priors luring over his head, maybe he would’ve decked that man for talking to you like that and interrupting when he finally had you where he wanted you.

— 

You finished putting away the spirits when you heard his voice behind you, “We got interrupted before you could say yes to going out with me babe.” Bucky said behind you. 

“Bucky! You scared the life outta of me,  oh my gosh.” You spoke startled, grateful for your quick reflexes saving the bottle from breaking at your feet. “Last call was five minutes ago, we’re closing down soon.” 

“I’ll walk you home, make sure you get there safe.” He told you, popping an olive in his mouth. You noticed that this was one of the rare times he wasn’t shit faced by this time.  

“I appreciate the concern but I’ll be fine.” You told him earnestly, washing down the left over glasses. 

“Do you want me to order you an Uber then? I don’t mind.” He offered. You stopped what you were doing, and looked him in the eyes - he was serious about, you could tell. If only you knew that his car ride was only the first of lavish things Bucky wanted to offer you. 

“No, really it’s okay.” You paused, wondering if you should tell Bucky where you lived, just so he wouldn’t worry so much. “I live in the apartment upstairs.” 

Bucky was both appeased and unpleased with the new information. He was happy knowing you can get home safely every night (and that he knows where you live,) but the places upstairs were in no good condition, he could tell just by the sight of the outside. Still, he would have to wait before you trust him enough to accept all the love he wanted to give you. 

“I guess I should go but I’ll be back tomorrow night.” He promised you. 

“I won’t be here, I’m off tomorrow.” You told him, butterflies erupting in your stomach and the huge smirk Bucky now holds on his face. 

“So you’re free then?” He stated, “I’ll pick you up at 9?” 

“Eight? If I say yes to a date, you’ll have to pick me up earlier than that.” You said to him, he only smirked at that, loving that finally you’re opening up a bit. 

“Alright my love, I’ll be at your place at eight.” He promised and kissed your knuckles before leaving the bar. 

“I never technically said yes!” You called out but he was already out the door. 

[myownau]

We’re a Family

Summary: part 2 of Alone Tonight. Robin returns from Europe

The Party has one last get together before the baby arrives

And the happy couple have a baby break.

Authors Note: When I wrote ‘Alone Tonight’ I intended for it to be a one shot. But to be embarrassingly honest, I realized after I posted it that I had totally forgotten about Robin! How could I forget about Steve’s platonic soulmate???

So this story was written to rectify that, and then for some reason I just didn’t stooop typing. So please enjoy this part 2! There will almost definitely not be any more parts. The end is wrapped up pretty completely so if there’s ever another part (don’t get your hopes up) it’ll just be a bonus story like the one at the very end. Haha.

The Ao3 link is pinned on page if you’d rather read it there or want to follow the series IF I ever do write more for this universe lol!

I also just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the positive feedback, the likes, and the reblogs. It means so much to me. I am so grateful to you all. I love this fandom. ❤️

“Are you sure I look okay?” You’re stood by the front door, wearing your favorite casual maternity dress. Bright yellow sunflowers adorning every inch of the soft fabric.

Steve comes out from the kitchen and looks you up and down with the biggest smile on his face. “Baby, stop it, you look gorgeous. It’s taking everything in me not to ravish you right here and now.”

You grab his arms and pull him as close as you can get with your giant baby bump pressed between you. “I’m serious Stevie. I’m so nervous.”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes, cupping your face with both hands, “What is there to be nervous about, Sweetheart? She’s going to love you.”

“But what if she doesn’t? What if she hates me. I know how close you two are, I know you’ll leave me if she doesn’t give me the seal of approval.”

Steve huffs a laugh. He leans in and kisses your nose. Your face scrunches up in a deep frown. “Luckily, you won’t have to worry about that, because she’s. going. to. love. you.” He kisses you softly on the lips, just a sweet bit of reassurance. “Plus, she practically loves you already. She would’ve protested the wedding if she didn’t.”

“Prot- what do you mean?”

“Well, I mean it’s not like I haven’t talked to her the whole time she’s been away. I wrote to her about you like 10 times just in the first week we met. And like you said about approval and all that… I mean we wouldn’t have been engaged, let alone married without her giving the okay.”

You playfully slap him in the arm, “what the heck Steven.”

“Oh come on, not my government name.”

You sigh deeply, “Alright well, I guess I feel a little bit better then.” You think for a moment in silence, “wait, you didn’t tell her about the whole reason we spent the night together did you?”

He grimaces, eyes scrunched up tight, “I mean I didn’t not tell her.”

“Oh my gosh-“ you grab the doorknob and charge out of the front door, “you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.” You’re whining all the way down to the car, Steve following close behind you.

“I know baby, but Robins not just anybody.” Before you can get in the car he grabs you from behind and pulls you close to his chest. “She’s my platonic soulmate. I pretty much have to tell her everything ever or else one of us will die.”

“Mmm” you purse your lips “that’s a little over dramatic. But. It’s already out there so. As long as she doesn’t like blab to anyone else about it, or brings it up at all really, I think we’ll be okay.”

He kisses the top of your head and let’s go of you so he can open the door for you. The laugh that leaves his mouth is a little uneasy. “Yeah yeah, should be fine.”

—

The diner is fairly empty for a Friday night. You can’t help but smile as you remember the first time Steve brought you here. It was your first official date, just a couple days after what was meant to be a one night stand. He’d called the Byers-Hopper residence asking for you, when Will answered the phone. He’d wiggled his eyebrows at you as he handed you the phone, a little smirk on his face. That very night he’d brought you here and the rest was history.

“What’re you thinking of getting this time?” Steve asked, flipping through the greasy menu.

“Well,” you sighed, rubbing your stomach in wide circles, “Eddie really wants a strawberry milkshake. And a greasy bacon cheese burger. And fries. And mozzarella sticks. And a pickle. And-“

“Geez, sweetheart. Eddie wants a lot tonight huh?” He laughed, patting your leg under the table.

“I’ll be happy when these pregnancy cravings are gone. And when I’m, yanno, not pregnant anymore.”

He looks up at you, concern in his eyes. “I thought you liked being pregnant?”

“I do baby, I do. But once you hit 8 months it’s like. A lot. He’s so heavy, and my crotch hurts like all the time. And I can’t breath. And I feel like my stomachs going to explode sometimes. And Eddie keeps like kicking me… like for real, I thought he broke a rib last week.” You take a deep breath, “it’s just like a lot now, we’re so close to the finish line I’m just ready to evict the tenant yanno?”

“I’m sorry my love,” he kisses your cheek tenderly, “if I could do the last month for you I would.”

“I know you would, handsome. You’re so good to me.” You close the gap between your faces and kiss him deeply. He puts his arm around you to bring you closer to him in the tight booth.

“Gross.” You hear from behind you.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims. You scoot out of the booth as quickly as you can, Steve helping you with a hand on your lower back.

“Um, hi, Robin” you put your hand out to shake hers, “it’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!” Robin slaps your hand out of the way and brings you in for, what would be a crushing hug, if not for your belly.

“Not as much as I’ve heard about you, probably heard way too much about you honestly. But that’s okay because you make Dingus happy and that makes me happy. Seriously, very cool to meet you. Geez you’re huge.” Robin, you learn, is a rambler. Which you instantly love because you can be too. “How far along are you now?”

“8 months. Ready to pop this baby out already.”

“Bet Steve hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you.” Robin smirks.

“You have no idea” you bit your lip, rubbing your tummy, “thought our sex life was wild before-”

“Gross,” she laughs lightly and clears her throat. “And you’re uh, you’re really naming him Eddie?” She asks, eyes a bit glossy.

“Yeah,” you smile down at your tummy, “Edward William”

“William? After Will?”

“Not- not exactly. Well, I mean yes and no.”

“Oh no, please tell me that’s not because of Billy?” She looks up at Steve who in turn puts his hands up in a defensive position and shrugs.

“Yeah. Well. I mean, I heard what a douche he was but- I’ve also heard about yanno- all the stuff that happened to you guys and- well he saved my sisters life.” You pause and look over at Steve and then back to Robins curious eyes. “I never even would’ve met Jane if not for Billy. And from what it sounds like, this whole town and even the world wouldn’t have made it without Jane so. Domino effect and all that. Felt like- well it felt like he deserved a bit of a tribute too, yanno?”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” She pats your arm. When she turns to look at Steve it seems like he can’t take it anymore, he’s bursting at the seems to be close to his platonic soulmate. He moves in on Robin in an instant and swoops her up in his arms, spinning her around in a bear hug. “Missed you, can’t believe you left me all alone for 5 years. Come on and sit. Tell us about Europe.”

“Well it’s not like I left to just travel the world without reason. I was studying abroad!” She scoots into the booth across from you, ”Education and all that.”

“Whatever man, there’s colleges here, you abandoned me but that’s fine. Yanno, whatever, missed my wedding but that’s fine I guess.”

“Shut up” she laughed “at least I’ll be here for the birth of your child. I know that’s most important to you. Six little nuggets.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He smiles over at you. “Okay, enough about us, let’s hear about all the trouble you got up to.”

“Alright alright fine… so, it’s one of my first nights in Paris and as I’m walking by this cafe I notice this girl staring at me from the balcony-“

—

Jonathan and Nancy’s house was the new hub for the Party. With everyone having moved out of their respective childhood homes, and some having moved out of Hawkins completely. It made sense that their house was the best meeting place, when everyone was back in town.

Plus, it was bigger than yours and Steve’s small 2 bedroom starter home. Not that you didn’t have the money for something bigger. You were a renowned artist in Indiana at this point, selling several Photobooks and even having gallery events every couple of years where large canvases of your photos were sold to the elite of the state and elsewhere. You two were just, saving up. Steve really did want 6 little nuggets. And you were happy to have them, but you both wanted to make sure your future home was large enough to house such a large brood.

The Byers home was fairly large, not too big but the living room was definitely sizable. Looking around the Party, you think they might have purchased this particular house with them in mind. It was unbelievably sweet how close everyone was, it made you feel so warm. Especially to see how welcoming they had been of you too.

In fact, this whole gathering was technically, for you. Well, for you and Steve and the birth of your son. One last movie night before babysitters and extra planning would have to be involved. As well as the fact that Dustin and Suzie had flown in from Utah, specifically to be here for when Eddie arrived. Everyone was here, and that meant party time.

Nancy was pattering about the kitchen, emptying bags of popcorn into several large bowls. You waddled in behind her, gripping the counter for some extra support. “Hey Nance, can I help you with anything?”

She looked up at you and smiled, “No no, y/n, I’ve got it!”

You pull out a stool from the island in the center of the large kitchen and climb onto it. Struggling a little bit, your balance off and swollen ankles doing you no favors. “Alright I guess I’ll just sit here then, and watch you, while my hands do nothing.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes “Alright fine, here, you can put all the candy into these individual bowls.” Bringing over two brown paper bags full of candy and a stack of small bowls.

“Good grief, it’s like we’re feeding an army of small children.”

“We pretty much are,” she sighs as the timer goes off on the oven. She puts her oven mitts on and grabs the tray of chicken nuggets. Plopping them on the stove top.

“So,” you grab the first bag of candy and start pouring it into the porcelain bowl “Did you think Steve would be the first in the Party to have kids?”

“Yes. We all knew he would actually.”

“Oh? Even when he was single though? I mean, Dustin and Suzie were married first, then you and Jonathan and then Max and Lucas, and then me and Steve… were last, so far anyway.”

“Well that’s true” Nancy starts, grabbing her spatula and transferring the nuggets onto a serving platter. “But Steve’s the only one in the Party who just wholeheartedly couldn’t wait to be a parent.”

You’re smiling down at the bowls of candy in front of you. “He’s going to be an amazing father.”

“He is,” she agrees. “He was a great older brother to these kids growing up. You should’ve seen him. Especially with Dustin.”

“I wish I would’ve been around then. Hearing your stories, seeing the closeness between everyone. It’s so beautiful.” Your eyes well up with tears “You’re like a family, but like more than that even. I feel so blessed to even be allowed in.”

“Oh y/n are you okay?” Nancy rushes around the island over to your stool. She rubs your back as you start to cry.

“I’m fine I promise,” your chest heaving “it’s the hormones I swear.”

“You are our family y/n. And we are so happy to have you. You make Steve so happy, and you’re giving him a gift that he’s always wished for. If anyone’s blessed, it’s us.” She grabs your hands and helps you down off the stool, “why don’t you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and I’ll meet you out in the living room with all the food okay?” You nod, realizing your mascara must’ve been running down your face.

—

The half bath is right across the hall from the living room. You could hear everyone chatting, laughing and catching up as you wipe your cheeks free of the dark streaks of watered down mascara. You’re not trying to eavesdrop, but with nothing else to focus on you end up listening in on Steve, Robin, and Jonathan’s conversation. Especially when it becomes clear they’re talking about you.

“Wait so how did you two meet again?” Robin asks.

“In the second semester of my first year, she was in my Lighting and Exposure class. We had to do a project with a partner and she just walked up to me and asked if I wanted to work with her.” Jonathan said with a nervous tremor. “I was a little hesitant at first but she wouldn’t really take no for an answer and I didn’t know anyone in the class so.”

“She is a stubborn one isn’t she?” Steve laughed.

“Yeah” Jon mused.

“And just like that you were friends?” Robin seemed a little skeptical that that was the end of the story.

“I mean yeah, we worked on the project together and learned we had a lot in common so we started hanging out more. Introduced her to Argyle after a while and yeah… we were inseparable after that I guess.”

Steve stayed quiet, you knew he was the jealous type. Like an excitable guard dog. Thankfully he wasn’t one to growl until it seemed like there truly was an intruder but the silence meant he was watching. Waiting. Protective of his little family.

He’d never been jealous of your friendship with Jonathan, even knowing how you used to feel about him. He knew you and Jonathan were still close. He seemed very secure in your relationship. But hearing about the time before him seemed to make him uncomfortable.

“So what about that semester when you and Nancy were broken up? You never thought about, like asking y/n out? Or were you never attracted to her that way?”

You almost burst out of the bathroom with that line of questioning. What the hell was Robin trying to do? But you were curious too, so you stayed as quiet as you could in the bathroom, ear practically pressed flush with the door.

“Uh” Jonathan coughed, “I guess I just always saw her as more of a sister.” Oh that stung.

“Damn. Poor girl never even had a chance with you.”

You froze. All the blood leaving your face.

“What do you mean? Never had a chan- she never, wait, did she say something-“

“Damnit Robin.” Steve sighed heavily.

Their voices seemed to fade, like Steve was dragging her away. “I said too much again, didn't I? I’m so sorry Steve, please don’t tell her. Oh my-“

—

You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, having spent too much time in the bathroom now to have just been wiping your face, or even just peeing. You were mortified. But you had to go out there like nothing was wrong, like you didn’t hear your husband's best friend expose you to your best friend.

You exited the bathroom to find everyone sitting down on the couches and piles of pillows on the floor. Steve was sitting near the center of the main sofa, Robin on one side and an empty spot for you on the other. You waddled over to the couch and slowly lowered yourself into the open seat. Exhaling in relief when he pulled your aching feet into his lap to rub them.

“Whiiiipped” Dustin whispered from the floor. Suzie slapped him hard in the chest “ow. Sorry geez.”

“I think it’s sweet Dusty, you’re not going to rub my feet when they start to swell?”

“Of course I will honey. I’ll do whatever you need to be comfortable.” He kisses her on the cheek.

“Now who’s whipped,” Steve mumbles.

You look down at the couple, confusion written on your face. You’re not sure if they realize what they have just confessed. “Suzie, are you..?”

She smiles wide and just nods. The whole room goes nuts with excitement and congratulations.

“That’s amazing Suz I’m so happy for you! Looks like we won't be the only parents in the Party for long.” You nudge Steve with your shoulder. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears. His first child, his little brother, about to be a parent himself. He couldn’t be more proud.

“Who's next?” You ask, looking around the room.

“Probably you again.” Mike laughs.

“Let me have this one first before even thinking about the next one Mike. Geez. Give my uterus a break.” You huff, “but damned if I don’t agree, it’s going to be me or Suzie again. Or there will be a long break and it’ll be Nancy.”

“That would be a very long break” she chuckles, “Jonathan and I agreed, no kids until I’m further in my career. Probably will be a long long time.”

“Whenever you’re ready! Don’t let anyone push you to have them sooner.”

“Did Steve push you to have one so soon?” Max asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

A devious smile creeped up your lips, “oh I didn’t have a choice, but it wasn’t because he pushed me into it, it’s because of his massive d-“

“PLEASE,” Will called out from beside Mike, “not again. I beg you. We’ve heard enough about Steve’s” he gestured wildly with his hands “stuff.”

You can’t help but laugh, Steve joining in, squeezing your ankle in the process. “I’m just joking. We made the choice together as a couple. We were just ready,” you look up into Steve’s warm loving eyes, “Steve’s always been ready, you all know that. So he waited patiently for me. But it didn’t take too long, obviously. I just couldn’t wait to have a little Steve running around.” He kisses you softly when you finish.

—

When the second movie ends, everyone gets up and stretches their legs. Some rushing to the bathroom, some grabbing the bowls of popcorn and candy, others cleaning up the trash. You’re still sitting on the couch, perks of being weighed down by a tiny human, when Jonathan approaches.

He rubs the back of his neck, tremor in his voice as he says, “Hey y/n so I’ve got a project I’ve been working on, I’d like to show you now if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” you smile and offer both your hands to him “but you’ll have to get me up first.”

He grabs your hands and yanks you up out of the soft sofa. “When are you due again? Feel like you’ve been pregnant forever.”

“Me too. Due date is a week from now but the doctor said it could be any day now.” He leads you up the stairs to the second floor where he’s converted one of the spare bedrooms into his own little darkroom.

The window in the room is completely blacked out. Covered by a piece of plywood painted black. No light getting through, it’s perfectly snug. He flips on a light and the red bulb flickers to life in the middle of the room. You waddle in, taking in the scenery as your eyes adjust to the darkness. He shuts the door behind you. In the dark it’s almost impossible to see where he is. The red light not much help.

“This is amazing Jonathan. Now we won’t have to drag everything to and from the Arts center anymore.”

“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh “I figured that would be a lot more difficult now, with the baby and everything.”

“You.. didn’t do this for me… did you?”

“No, well” he takes a deep breath, “not just for you. I did it for us.”

“Oh”

“Not like that,” he rubs his hand across his face, “I mean like, shit. I just meant that I knew you’d have a hard time dragging a baby to the Arts center and well, I wouldn’t want to go without you and knowing that you weren’t there because you couldn’t go. Not because you didn’t want to be there. And you’re my best friend and I want you to be happy. I want to be able to still see you and do the thing we love, together.”

“Jonathan,” you find him in the darkness, giving his arm a squeeze “that’s so sweet. Thank you. This means a lot.”

“Of course.” He clears his throat, “I did uh, I did want to ask you about something though.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. You knew what he was going to ask about. You’d hoped maybe he’d just forget about it though. “Sure” you whisper.

“I was talking to Robin earlier and she said something that confused me.”

“Sounds like Robin” a nervous giggle choking out of you. You cough awkwardly into your fist and wait. Leaning on the table next to you.

Jonathan mimics you in the dark, leaning his hip against the table and placing his hand flat against it. “You never like, had a thing for me…did you?”

You breathed out a heavy sigh. Weighing the pros and cons in your head. If you lied to him you would always have this pressure on your chest. You never lied to him, he was the closest person to you, after Steve of course. But would it ruin your friendship if you told him the truth?

You knew there wasn’t really a point in weighing your options. There was only one really choice here. You were always going to be honest with him. “Yeah. Yeah I did have a thing for you. Of course I did.” Your laugh was breathy, full of nerves. You weren’t ready to lose your best friend. Your family.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” He inched his fingers towards yours on the table. Barely brushing against your fingertips.

“Well, I thought I was dropping hints there for a while but you never really picked up on them I guess? And then you and Nancy got back together so I just decided that you know. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Dropping hints? Y/n I’ve never known you to drop hints. You usually just say whatever you’re thinking. Bold and stubborn and loud.”

“Those don’t sound like compliments.”

“Trust me,” he slipped his hand over yours and squeezed. “They are.” He laughed a little under his breath, “I can’t believe you used to like me.”

“Jonathan” your chest was tight, “I didn’t just used to like you. I was in love with you.”

“You, you loved me?” He sounded so taken off guard. Like he didn't even think for a second that was a possibility.

“I did. Well, I still love you of course. Im just not IN love with you anymore. But it doesn’t matter now. And honestly, I’m so glad things turned out the way they did. You and Nancy are perfect for each other. And if it wasn’t for your wedding I never would have met the love of my life. And I wouldn’t be having this baby. And I wouldn’t take any of it back.” You took in a deep shuddering breath, “everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.”

He squeezed your hand again and let go, “You’re right. I wouldn’t change anything either. But I do wish I would’ve known. Maybe I could’ve made things easier on you. Pulled back on the PDA or something. Or maybe even introduced you to Steve sooner.”

“There’s no telling if I’d be with Steve now if I’d met him sooner. We only went home together because we were both sad about the people we loved getting married…”

“Oh come on y/n” you heard a voice muffled from outside the door.

“Shit. Pretend I didn’t say that. Please please forget I said that.” You yelled back at Jonathan as you ran to leave through the dark room door.

“You heard everything huh” you said as you met Steve in the hallway.

“Yeah.” He looked down at his shoes. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything. Just came up to see if you were ready to go.”

“I’m sorry I spilled your secret. I was only trying to explain my side. Didn’t mean to throw you under the bus with me.”

He looked down at you, hand coming to your cheek, forehead pressing to yours. “It’s okay sweetheart. You said some really pretty things in there. And I want you to know that, I wouldn’t change a thing either.” He kisses you gently.

“I love you so much baby.” You whisper against his mouth.

“I love you too. More than anything.”

—

Edward William Harrington was born 2 days later. Ten fingers and ten toes. A full head of hair, thanks Steve. So so tiny. The most beautiful little thing you had ever laid eyes on.

Steve sat close next to you on the hospital bed, holding little Eddie in his arms. He hadn’t stopped silently crying since you’d handed the bundle over to him. You’d never seen the man happier than in this moment. “He’s perfect.” Steve whispered.

“He really is.”

“I should call my parents.”

Your face scrunched up, “I guess you should. You called Joyce and Hopper already right?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re in the waiting room. I’ll go get them, just- just want a few more minutes to admire our little guy before the chaos.”

“Okay, big boy. Take all the time you need.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed,” he takes a shuddering breath, laughing on the exhale “Didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.”

“Me either.” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, “Feels like a dream. Well, all this with you and the baby I mean. My vagina does not feel like a dream. It feels very much real.”

—

When Mr. and Mrs. Harrington arrive, you have your best fake smile plastered across your face. You hadn’t seen them since the baby shower and you didn’t want to see them now. But keeping up appearances was the Harrington way.

“Would you look at that.” Mrs. Harrington said, voice low as she walked over to the bed. “He is gorgeous.”

“He is isnt he?” Your rocking him lightly in the crook of your elbow. Watching as he sucks on his own lip.

“How was the labor?” She asked. And you looked straight up to Steve. His face instantly fell into a grimace. Knowing she’d walked right into this one.

You look up at her and smile, “well, it wasn’t too bad actually. Steve’s cock is roughly the size of a newborn baby so Eddie just kinda slipped right out.”

She snapped her head to look at Steve, anger written all over her face, “why do you let her talk to me this way?”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip. “I don’t control my wife, mom, she’s her own person. I don’t ‘let’ her do anything. She has free will.” He pauses and sighs, “and you did call her a whore at our baby shower.. so.”

“Well I don’t like her foul mouth.”

“Okay mom, well, it’s either put up with it or never see your grandson. What’ll it be?”

You smiled at her, all teeth when she looked back at you. “Fine.” she said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll try to clean up my mouth Mama Harrington. As long as you promise to be a good and kind grandparent, and remember your place. I am Eddie’s mother. I make the choices in how to raise him, as well as Steve. Not you.”

—

After your in-laws left, Steve put your sleeping baby boy in his little bassinet and sat back on the bed with you again. Kissing your hair and rubbing your shoulders. “I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.” You look up at him as he leans in to kiss you gently. “You’re always standing up for me. Even when I say the most disgusting things to your parents.”

“Well. I mean they deserve it.”

“I know, and that’s why I do it. A little payback for being such shitty parents to you.”

“I’m honestly so grateful for it. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do. Can’t believe how lucky I got with you.”

“You’re gunna get lucky with me. Soon as that 6 week mark hits. Gunna get lucky with me a lot.”

Steve laughs, squeezing your shoulder “Oh I know it baby, Im looking forward to it.”

“This is going to be the longest time we’ve gone without having sex.”

“Mmhm, it’s gunna be hard to keep my hands off of my sexy wife.”

“Don’t worry big boy, I’ll still blow you.” You bite your lip as you slide your hand up his thigh. “We can’t have penetrative sex but no one said anything about me giving you oral.”

Steve swallows hard, “Shit sweetheart, that mouth is always trying to get me in trouble.”

“So you’re saying yes to the blow job?”

“Oh no no, baby I honestly think we’re going to be too tired to even think about all that once we get home,” He places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face to look up at him, “and I'm honestly not interested in any of that unless you’re also receiving.”

“Mm my sweet selfless man.”

“Well it’s not completely selfless, I get off to you getting off.”

“Ugh fuck, I’m going to drop this conversation right here. My crotch hurts too much to think of mutual gratification.”

Steve kisses you softly on the tip of your nose, “I know my love, get some rest okay?” He gets off the bed gently and sits in the recliner next to the bassinet, “might as well get some sleep while he’s sleeping.”

—

2 months later

Raising a newborn as sweet and quiet as Eddie was a joy. A blessing. A surprise to say the least. Motherhood came easy to you and fatherhood even easier to Steve. He was your whole world. But because of this, you and Steve had not had a second to yourselves.

“I swear Nancy, every single time I try and touch Steve in any way, Eddie starts crying. And I’m not complaining about taking care of my sweet little bundle of joy. He’s so easy to care for, but his timing is crazy.” You let out a deep sigh, hugging the phone closer to your ear “last night, I cuddled up against Steve not 5 minutes after laying Eddie down in his bassinet, and I’m thinking okay, okay here we go. I’m not kidding okay, the moment- the very second I kiss his neck, Eddie starts wailing. It’s like he has a little alarm in his brain for when mommy and daddy want to love on each other.”

Nancy laughs, “That does sound like a rather unfortunate dilemma.”

“It is, it really is. I was given the okay to resume marital activities two weeks ago and the farthest we’ve gone is kissing, no tongue, and a thigh grip.”

“A thigh grip? Who gripped who?”

“It was me, gripping myself because I’m deprived, but Eddie wouldn’t let me have that either.” You whine.

“How about you and Steve drop Eddie off here this weekend. Jon and I would love to watch that beautiful little angel baby.”

“Wait, are you sure? Oh Nancy, thank you. Please, yes.”

“Absolutely. We could use some practice anyway right?”

“Well you are welcome to practice with all of the kids we have until you have your own. Seriously, thank you.”

—

You’re staring down at your sweet little boy as you walk up the Byers residence. Admiring his thick brown hair, large dark eyes, and sweet little button nose. He’s looking up at you from the crook of your elbow and cooing.

The closer you get to the door, the more anxious you start to feel. You’ve never been away from Eddie for longer than 30 minutes, and that was just to shower. He was always in the same room as you, or one room over.

“Are you okay, baby?” Steve asks as you reach the door. He puts his hand on the small of your back.

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, “Yeah, yeah I’m just- I’ve never been away from him. I’m scared to leave him. What if something happens while we’re away and he gets hurt or sick and I won’t be there to take care of him.”

“Oh honey,” he wipes the tear from your cheek and pulls your head to lean on his shoulder, little Eddie cooing between you. “He will be perfectly fine. Nancy and Jon are going to take such good care of him. I trust them with my life, I know they will do everything in their power to keep our boy safe. I know they will.”

You nod, sniffling lightly. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’re right.”

You reach out and ring the doorbell. In less than 30 seconds Jonathan is there swinging the door open with the dopiest smile you’ve ever seen on him. “Hey!! Let me have him!!” Jon extends his arms out, making grabby hands.

He looks so happy you can’t help but hand the baby right over to him. Just like that the anxious feeling disappears, you know he’s in safe and loving arms.

“Hey Eddie,” Jonathan rocks him gently, “it’s me, Uncle Jonathan. Do you remember me? From the hospital?” Eddie’s little hand grips onto Jonathan’s finger, he squeals and flails his little arms.

“Thank you for doing this Jon,” you pat his arm, moving around him in the doorway to step into the foyer. “It means a lot to us.”

Steve puts the diaper bag down on the entryway table. “This is everything you’ll need. Y/n pumped enough milk for 2 days so you should have plenty. He’s not used to the bottle nipple so it might take a few tries to get him to drink from it. But otherwise, he’s super easy. He just eats and sleeps and does his cute little baby noises right now.”

“If he gives you any trouble, Mom said to just call her and she’ll come right over. I know you won’t though. But maybe just let Mom come over anyway, she’s been coming over like twice a week but I wouldn’t let her this week so she’s probably itching for a visit.”

Jonathan breathes a laugh, “Alright sounds good. Thanks for trusting us guys. We’ve really been looking forward to having this little one in the house.”

Steve squeezes your hip, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close “alright I think that’s our cue to leave.”

You look down at Eddie in Jonathan’s arms. He’s started to blink slowly, falling asleep as you watch him. “Bye bye my love,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “be good for your uncle.”

When you move out of the way, Steve leans in to kiss him too, smoothing his hair from his forehead with his thumb. When he looks back at you, his eyes are glassy. You grab his hand and squeeze it.

“Have fun you two!” Jonathan calls as you walk out the front door.

Once you're both buckled into the car Steve looks over at you and clears his throat, “So- uh, when did you start calling Joyce mom?”

“Oh well, I guess it started just recently.” You smooth your hands over your soft blue dress. “She’s been a mother figure to me for years now, as you know. But with her coming over all the time now and calling Eddie her first grandchild, well, she is my mom. Yanno? And she is Eddie’s grandma and I don’t know. It just feels right to call her mom.”

Steve reaches out to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing your fingers gently, “That makes me really happy sweetheart.”

—

The hotel room is almost as nice as the room you stayed in for your honeymoon. You’d decided to stay in a hotel rather than going back to the house, because the house would just remind you of Eddie. And that would just lead to missing your baby. This was a little escape. A chance to spend uninterrupted time with your husband.

You're stalking around, checking out the room when Steve sneaks up behind you and wraps you in a bear hug. “It’s so quiet in here” he murmurs into your neck.

“Mmm, it really is. No music, no sweet baby sounds, no creaking rocking chair.”

“It’s just you and me sweetheart.” Steve starts kissing a line down your neck and over your shoulder, pulling the soft neckline of your dress out of the way.

“Yeah? And what do you wanna do with me now that you’ve got me all to yourself?”

He turns you around in his arms so you’re face to face with him, immediately kissing you hard and licking into your mouth without resistance. “Fuck” you moan into his mouth.

“I’m going to make love to you slowly,” he whispers into your mouth, “but not until after I fuck you.”

You let out a pathetic sounding whimper, clenching your thighs at the thought, “Please baby yes, it’s been too long. Want you to ruin me.”

He picks you up by your waist and throws you onto the bed in the middle of the room, crawling over you. His fingertips trail slowly up the length of your thighs, pushing your dress up as he goes. Steve’s eyes are black with desire. He leans up over you and whispers in your ear as he grips your mound in one hand, “I'm gonna make you cum twice on my tongue and then I want you to cum on my cock, understood?”

You feel the slick of your arousal spilling from you. The combination of not having sex in months and Steve’s words have you writhing against his palm. “Yes, Daddy, I understand” you whimper.

“Fuck, good girl.” he moans, “so fucking wet for me already. Can feel you soaking through your little panties.”

“Missed you touching me, Stevie” you mewl, you can’t stop thrusting your hips into his hand “Missed your fingers, and your tongue.” He takes his hand off your clothed cunt and starts to pull your underwear down with two fingers. “Mmm, I miss your gorgeous cock. Seeing you in the shower just isn’t the same. Need you warm inside me.”

He huffs a breathless laugh, biting his lower lip, “You didn’t find me sexy while I helped you and our son bathing in the shower?”

“It was sexy in a different way baby, like in a wow I’m so lucky to have such a loving attentive husband- ah” your sentence is cut off by Steve’s hot mouth on your neck, sucking a biting a bruise on your pulse point, “fuck, mmm this is a very different kind of sexy.”

He licks up the column of your throat to your mouth and hovers just above your kiss swollen lips, “I know baby I’m just teasing you” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your waiting lips and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

“I don’t know how much teasing I can take, I’m close to bursting. And I know that’s not the teasing you were talking about but fuck you’re doing both right now.”

Steve snorts, “awww my poor little girl needs me huh?” He mocks.

“Yes Daddy I really do” his eyes roll to the back of his head and bucks gently into you involuntarily. “If you’re gunna make me cum twice on your tongue big boy, then you better get started cause I need your cock. I. Need. It. I can’t take anymore build up, I’ll run out of fluid.”

Steve laughs and moves his hand back down to your aching cunt. He runs two fingers through your folds, “You’re so fucking wet” he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. You arch your back, writhing beneath him.

“Please please I really can’t do teasing right now, I need you.”

“Okay okay” he bites his lip, “so do you want my tongue at all then or do you just want me to fuck you?”

“I want your tongue later, we have all night. I need your cock now. I’m literally creating a puddle, I don’t need any foreplay. Foreplay was the drive over here, the anticipation was foreplay. Let’s go cowboy, put your monster in my cave.”

“Yes ma’am” he leans in to kiss you deeply before getting up off the bed and chucking his pants and boxers off at lightning speed. You rip your comfortable cotton dress off and throw it to the floor.

“Oh fuck there he is,” you moan reaching for Steve with grabby hands.

He crawls over you again, placing himself gently between your open legs, “you miss me? I was only gone for a second.” He says starting a trail of kiss from your clavicle up to your neck.

“You I see you all the time, I missed him” you say reaching down and grabbing his cock, giving it a little stroke. He starts a laugh but it’s strangled, a breathy exhale replacing it. “I haven’t seen him in months.”

Steve sits up suddenly, grabbing your legs by the thighs and pulling you closer to him. Lining himself up with your entrance he smirks up at you, slapping your wet cunt with his member, still teasing. Your hands fly up to his toned biceps, nails digging into his skin, babbling incoherently. You’re lost in desperation, painfully aroused and waiting, begging him to just fuck you already.

He pushes the head of his cock in, ripping an obnoxious moan from you both. And that does it, that pushes the playfulness out of Steve, at last taking his task seriously. He throws your legs over the crook of his arms and leans back over you. Kissing you forcefully before thrusting in all at once. Your scream is muffled by his mouth, tears already welling in your eyes. The onslaught of pleasure is overwhelming. “You okay baby?” He checks in, seeing your tears, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, no, no it feels so good. You’re so fucking big. Please, please move.”

He starts in a slow rhythm, it definitely feels more like making love than fucking and it’s overwhelming. Steve is looking right into your eyes and you're looking back and it’s like you're staring into each other's souls. Tangled like pretzels in this beautiful hotel room, you’ve never felt so at peace. You place a hand gently on the side of his face, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I love you so much.” You whisper.

He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours “I love you too.” He whispers back between shallow breaths, “luckiest man in the world.”

You giggle at that, “Mm I don’t know about that, but I’ll take it.” You kiss him gently before wiggling your hips a little, meeting his slow thrusts. “I need more big boy, wanna feel more of you.”

He nods, concentration clear on his face as he picks up the pace. Thrusting harder and deeper and quicker. “Like that? Mm?”

“Yesyesyesyes” you whine, throwing your head back against the comforter, eyes squeezed shut. When you look up at him again, he drops one of your legs and places a big hand on your face. Playing with your lips with his thumb until you open wide enough to let him stuff it in your hot wet mouth. You suck on it immediately, knowing what he wants. He curses under his breath and thrusts once harder, your responding moan vibrating through his thumb.

He takes it out of your mouth and reaches down between you to rub quick circles on your clit. “F-Fuck, I’m gunna cum baby, I’m gunna cum.” You cry out.

“Already?” He chuckles.

“It’s been- ahh - it’s been months since anything has” you struggle to form words as your vision starts to blur around the edges. “Since I’ve-“

Steve shushes you gently keeping up the rhythm with his hips and thumb until you're quivering and squeezing him from the inside. A string of expletives escaping between pornagraphic moans, cumming hard on his cock.

“Need a break?” He asks as you come back down to earth, feeling exhausted already from cumming so hard.

“No, I don’t need a break. Keep going, don’t stop.”

“You sure you’re not overstimulated? Give me a color baby.” He punctuates by rocking his hips gently.

“Definitely overstimulated but I like it, green green green.”

“Okay,” smiles, grabbing a milk swollen breast in one hand and kneading it. He lowers his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You laugh, watching milk slip past his lips but he just moans as he releases you. “Think your legs will hold you up if you flip over?”

“Only one way to find out.” You say, letting him slip out of you before you roll over and lift your ass in the air.

“Gorgeous,” Steve mumbles to himself before slapping your ass with a flat palm, gripping the fatty flesh with his fingers and shaking it. You let out a little yelp. Your ass fat giggles with the movement. He takes a moment to ogle your weeping core, running a finger through your folds. Your breathing is getting heavier again, needing more, your hole feels so empty without him. You push back on your knees, letting him know you're desperate with using words.

He slides his right hand up your spine, and pushes your front down lower to the mattress. He pushes into you again, slowly this time. And before he’s even all the way in he’s wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling. “This what you wanted? Hm? Wanted me to fuck you like a dirty little slut?” Once he’s buried deep he starts thrusting at a brutal pace.

You’re looking at him upside down from where he’s pulling your hair, tears streaming down your face. “Yes,” you whimper, breathing hard.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy.” You cry out. He leans over your back and kisses you bruisingly hard. And you're glad that your child is still an infant because you know you’re going to be covered in bruises when you go home and that would not be fun to explain.

He drags his teeth down your shoulder and bites hard. You can’t help but clench around him at the sensation. He moans openly, diving back into your skin to suck a bruise just under his bite mark. “Gunna mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to.”

His possessiveness brings heat to your face, blushing hard at your husbands words. You’ve been married for years and everyone knows how in love you two are but it still feels so good to hear it. “Yours Stevie. Always. All yours.”

He slows down his brutal pace just a bit, you think he must be getting close. “Gunna fill you up. Fuck my cum into you until your round again. Put another baby in you.”

“Yes. No wait no. Yes.” You’re babbling back. Hoping this is just dirty talk because you’re not ready for another one yet.

He lets go of your hair, reaching under you to rub your still healing belly, “My sexy ass wife.” His hand slowly slips from your stomach to your clit where he starts rubbing in fast tight circles. “Never once stopped being sexy. Want you all the time.”

Oh yeah he’s definitely close. And thankfully so are you. “Are you close, baby? Gunna fill me up?”

“Yeah, yeah, want you to cum first though.” He says, leaning back and aiming his cock straight into your g-spot. It startles a scream out of you. “Is that the spot? Mm?”

You nod quickly. “Ahh- yes yes that’s it I’m so close baby right there fuck fuck fuck.” Your lower belly feels so warm as you feel your orgasm building. You feel so close but also like you’re about to piss yourself, but you don’t care because heck, Steve’s seen worse. You completely let go, losing yourself in the sensation. Your sweaty bodies are working together, wet slapping and sloshing sounds filling the room. You can’t stop the constant onslaught of moaning as he digs his fingernails into your hips, pulling you as hard as he can against him. And suddenly, you feel yourself gushing around him harder than you ever thought possible. A spray of your cum shooting so hard from your core it forces his cock out, soaking the bed and his lower torso.

“Holy shit, holy shit, did you just squirt?” Steve asks, shocked. He pushes back into you, pulling your torso up against his, trying to not slip out with all the your arousal slicking him up. “Fuck baby, that was so hot. That was so fucking hot” he moans in your ear as he comes deep inside your pussy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t but fuck that was so hot I had to.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh. He pulls out of you and you turn to kiss him. Your kisses are long and languid. Full of love and awe. “Didn’t know I could do that.”

“Obviously. But now that I know I’m going to keep aiming for it.”

“You better. Felt so good. I’m so tired now though.”

He lays you gently on your back against the pillows. “Sure you’re not ready for another baby? I won’t force it if you’re not ready yet.”

“Doc said I shouldn’t for at least a few more months.. but I think.. if it happens then, it was meant to be. I’m not saying we should start trying again, but if it takes then it takes. I’ve heard it’s harder to get pregnant while breastfeeding so just, don’t get your hopes up okay?”

“Okay, that’s fair. All of it. I love you. I love you and I love our family so much.”

“I love you too baby.” He kisses your nose. “Six little nuggets right?”

“6 little nuggets.” He agrees.

—

They did in fact, get pregnant on this mini vacation. With twins. And in the end, they had 8 little nuggets.

Eddie, Stephanie, Samantha, Robbie, Dustin James, Fernando (yes, after the ABBA song, thanks Steve), Harper Joyce, and Henry… hahaha just kidding.

The last of the bunch was Christina. But they called her Chrissy. She was born on a Friday, with all the love of her family around her. Steve and y/n looked down at her full of the same amount of love and awe they shared at each and every birth. And as they looked into each others eyes, sitting close as they were at the birth of their first born, they agreed that they were done and their family was complete.

“You’re getting a vasectomy, right?”

Steve laughed, kissing your cheek gently, “Yeah, it’s scheduled for Tuesday.”

“That’s great news.” You whimpered, a tear dropping down your face.

“Yeah, it’s going to knock my breeding kink down a notch though.”

“Well, we’ll have a lot of fun pretending at least. You can just cum inside me as much as you want without consequence.”

Steve took a sharp inhale, “you’re right.” He slid off of the bed, tenderly taking Chrissy from your arms and laying her in the bassinet. “I’m just going to pop to the bathroom for a second.”

“Noo not fair. I know what you’re going to do in there. You do this every tiiime. You can’t turn us both on and expect me to not be jealous.”

“Sorry baby,” he smirked, kissing your cheek before heading towards the ensuite toilet. “Your parents said they’ll be here soon with Eddie and the twins so, just think about that.”

“What about Will and Mike? I thought they were going to introduce us to Amara today?”

“Well, Will said he didn’t want to take away from Chrissy. He said he’ll bring her over next week.”

“And what did Mike say?”

He runs a hand through his hair, other hand on his hip, “Mike said and I quote ‘We finally adopt a little girl after trying for 5 years and you’re saying you don’t want to make the birth of their eighth child less special?”

“Classic.” You laugh, “he is kind of right though, Chris won’t remember this, she doesn’t care. But I’m dying to meet their daughter.”

“I said the same thing but, it’s fine we’ll meet her next week. In the meantime I’m going to go take care of business.”

“Yeah yeah. Asshole. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.” He said as he closed the door.

—

Bonus side story

Taking place a few weeks after the mini vacay

Jonathan opens the door quickly, wide grin on his face as he takes your extra bags and sets them down on the entryway table. Eddie is sleeping in the car seat and you set him down gently on the floor next to the table.

“Good to see you as always Johnny boy.” You bring him in for a tight hug.

“You as well y/n.” He pats your back gently before pulling away. “Ready to develop some film?”

“You know it! I’ve got some hot pictures and I’ve been itching to see how they turned out. And some cute ones of course of my precious little angel baby.”

Jon rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Hopefully not too hot, don’t know if you’d want me in the room for those.”

“If they’re too hot I’ll send you out of the room, how about that?”

“I guess so” he chuckles.

“Not like you’ve never seen me naked before, remember that time when you, me, and Argyle went on the field trip to Malibu? We all got really high and Argyle dared us to skinny dip in the ocean and-“

“Yes yes shhh” he put his hand over your mouth “Nancy doesn’t know about that.” He whispers.

“Nothing even happened though,” you smirk, slapping his arm “well, not between you and me anyway.” You wink at him, turning on your heels to pick up the car seat and head up the stairs. “Have you heard from Argyle lately? I miss him.”

“Uh yeah, I heard from him a couple weeks ago. Said he finally finished the paper work for the franchise in West Covina… what do you mean nothing happened with us but… did something happen with you and Argyle?”

You stop just before the dark room door, placing Eddie just behind you. “Well, I mean yeah… you had just gotten back together with Nancy and I mean now you know I was kinda in love with you then so I don’t feel bad saying that well… I don’t know, Argyle was a little sad too about that. I mean not that.” You look down at your feet, sweat beading at your neck, “ANYWAY, yeah. After you went back to the hotel room we slept together, on the beach. Not slept but you know. We had sex.”

“Wow. I had no idea you had a one night stand with our college best friend.”

You cough into your hand, “Yeah. Yeah. It wasn’t quite a one night stand. That was the first time though.”

“Y/N…”

“What?? I was lonely and so was he and just kinda found some peace in each others bodies a few times. A lot of times. These words sound like deja vu but the experiences were totally different.”

“Wha.. how many…f-for how long?”

“Jon come on, it’s not a big deal. It was only like maybe 50 or so times in like the span of a month.”

He pinch’s the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip looking like a perfect mimicry of your husbands mom pose. “And you never thought to tell me?”

“Why would I? It wasn’t serious, we never got past regular friendship feelings and it didn’t last that long so, thought it was best to not bring it up.”

“Well, I mean okay. It’s just weird to me because of how much you talk about your sex life with Steve.”

“That’s different, Steve is the romantic love of my life. And I love Argyle but not like that. I’m not going to talk openly about a friends with benefits situation no matter how much it rocked my world.” You wink.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Alright, well. I now know too much about too many of my friends.”

“Oh come on I barely even said anything about Argyle. He was good though, really really good. You should’ve given him a chance.”

“What??”

Your eyes widen, “Nothing, let’s develop these nudes shall we?”

“Yeah.. yeah okay. Let me see if Nancy can watch Eddie for a bit.”

“She can and she will” Nancy says, coming out of their bedroom. She bends over Eddie’s care seat and unbuckles him, pulling him out and pressing him into her chest. “I always had a feeling Argyle had a crush on you.” She said as she turned back towards her bedroom.

“What??” Jon exclaimed looking at her back as she walked away.

“Man you really are oblivious.” You laugh, opening the darkroom door. “Or just really blinded by your love for Nance.”

“Yeah let’s go with that.”

“I think that’s beautiful, Jon. So blinded by love you don’t even notice anyone else’s interest.”

You can’t see it in the dark of the room but you know he’s blushing.

“Also, please don’t tell Argyle I accidentally hinted at his crush. Man, we are really bad at keeping secrets in this group.”

“Yes it would seem we are.” He agrees, beginning his developing process.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

You hear a clatter, like metal and paper and plastic falling to the ground along with a human like thud.

“Are you okay?? What happened?” You call out, arms reaching out in the dark.

“I’m okay,” he chokes. “Again?”

[tadpolesonalgae]

Hey! Can I ask a few questions? Imma ask my every fav author these.

1. How long have you been Writing?

2. Are you planning to make a profession out of this or just doing it for fun?

3. Who or which character do you prefer to write more for?

4. What do you do when you're out of ideas?

5. Lastly, Will plz give an advice for the young writers out that.

Okay first of all, I’m so flattered I’m one of your favourites! Thank you so much 😭🧡💛

‘How long have you been writing?’

So I wrote a single piece of fanfiction back in 2019 for a separate fandom, but other than that, I’d say I started writing as a real hobby in 2022 :)

‘Are you planning to make a profession out of this or just doing it for fun?’

Not out of writing specifically, though I’d love to be able to! I am hoping that it will come in handy with something else I think I might be able to achieve later on though?

‘Who or which character do you prefer to write more for?’

As a general answer, definitely Az 🧡💛

However if I’m feeling sad or in need of comfort it will probably be Feysand 🫣

‘What do you do when you’re out of ideas?’

Usually if I’m out of my own ideas I’ll switch to completing requests? However if I’ve lost the urge to actually write, then I’ll put on some music and see what happens, or watch a horror game (resi 7 has become my comfort series), read a book, take a shower, eat a meal, laze in bed if it’s the evening, just general things I know improve my mood to get me back on my feet I think :)

Though if it’s the morning of a weekend or something and I’m trying to get tumblr stuff done but it’s not working, I’ll usually try and find non-tumblr related tasks to do just help me feel like I’ve gotten something done 🧡💛

‘Lastly, Will plz give an advice for the young writers out that.’

Gosh, okay, I think it really depends on what sort of person you are for this? Naturally different things will work for different people so maybe consider what you want to write? In the sphere of fanfiction do you think you’ll be writing only for one fandom or a few? Do shorter pieces like drabbles and headcanons, or longer pieces like one-shots and series suit you? (Obviously you can write a mixture, I think it can be useful to have variety so people can read what suits them?)

This might be more on the boring side, but being aware of what suits you in terms of how much you can write? Fanfiction can take up a lot of your personal time, so if you ever start to feel like it’s getting too much you can always take a break, or decide to shift posting days around—this isn’t something that has to be permanent. Heck you don’t even have to have a schedule for uploads if that’s not your style which is the fun part of having this as a hobby!

Also, as dull as it might be, trying to remember to proofread things 🫠 I know I still sometimes reread my older fics (sometimes also newer ones) and end up spotting simple mistakes that just take away from the immersion of a fic, so as monotonous as it is, I’d really suggest trying to proofread, or if you know grammar isn’t your strong suit, just brushing up on that, too! I don’t think it’s the end of the world, or that it will push people away, but I do think it’s something that’s important to writing :)

[jtl07]

Supercorptober 2022 Day 31: Spookycorp

(college AU I guess?)

“You know, you really don’t have to do this.” Kara casts another look over her shoulder at Lena as she holds a tree branch up for them both to pass under. “I’m the one who lost the bet.”

“Well, maybe I’m feeling a little guilty,” Lena says, eyes fixed on the ground to watch out for the gnarled roots that had caught them each by surprise several times along the course of this walk.

Kara’s brow furrows. “Guilty for what?” It had been Kara’s fault that she’d completely missed the 8 ball; that she had glanced up to catch Lena sucking a frosting covered finger into her mouth just as Kara had lined up her shot had been purely coincidental. Right?

Lena just hums in answer. Kara’s just about to press further when they enter a clearing. The moon is high in the sky but there’s no other light, least of all within the abandoned structure before them. It could have been a house once; now it’s only shadows, boarded up windows, and a stillness that seemed all too quiet.

“There it is.”

Kara follows Lena’s outstretched finger to the second floor window. In the only window not covered over is the blue and gray pennant of their college,  ‘NCU’ emblazoned in block letters. Kara looks from the pennant to the front door and swallows against her suddenly dry throat.

“Okay, we just have to get the pennant and get back home,” Lena says, already moving towards the house.

Kara blinks at Lena’s sure tone, the firmness in her steps. She’s halfway up the walkway before Kara shakes herself free of the sudden cold coursing through her and catches up to Lena. “This doesn’t freak you out at all?” she whispers. “What if there’s -” she glances from side-to-side quickly, lowers her voice even more, “-ghosts?”

Lena lifts an eyebrow at her but keeps walking. “Ghosts? Really, Kara?” She shakes her head and pushes open the front door without even a moment’s hesitation. “If anything, it’s just energy. There’s scientific logic to it. Well, most of the time.” The last is said more of an aside than to Kara.

Kara gapes at Lena. She pauses just outside the entrance, feels a shiver go through her. Part of her wants to call it off, go back home and suffer whatever consequences Alex and the others have in store for her. But Lena’s back is already disappearing into the darkness and Kara’s sure as heck not going to leave without her. “Wait for me would you gosh Lena …”

They make their way through the first floor as quietly and quickly as they can, though a spiderweb and a suspicious puddle pull muffled screams from Kara. She can’t see Lena well in the darkness but she’s sure Lena rolls her eyes at one point. But it results in Lena reaching out to hold Kara’s hand, so Kara certainly isn’t complaining.

She follows Lena up the rickety stairs, the moonlight seeping in from various gaps in the walls and ceiling casting eerie stripes across the space. Lena passes through a moonbeam as they climb upwards, her determined face illuminated momentarily in silver. Kara can’t help the feeling of awe that fills her at the sight.

“Do you really not believe in ghosts?” she whispers to Lena as they reach the second floor.

A small smile flitters across Lena’s lips. “I believe in you,” she says, her eyes lingering on Kara’s face before she turns back to the hallway. “And I may or may not have a couple tricks up my sleeve that’ll take care of anything we run into.”

Kara frowns, about to ask what she means when she feels a woosh of air from behind her. “What was that?”

Lena barely spares a glance backward. “Nothing. Come on, it’s right there.”

Kara swallows, shaking now as she sidles up beside Lena and unties the pennant from the window sill, looking over her shoulder every now and then as she does. Once the pennant is untied, Kara stuffs it into her jacket pocket. Moonlight streams in from the open window and she follows it with her eyes as she turns around. “Okay, let’s make like a tree and -”

The rest of Kara’s words are lost in a silent scream. She feels Lena bump into her back. “Kara, what -”

Hovering several feet in front of them, shimmering in the moonlight, are several human-shaped forms. There’s a greenish tinge to them, and where their faces would be are gaping holes darker than night.

‘Ghosts,’ Kara’s brain frantically supplies, feet rooted to the floor.

“Oh come now, Alex, this is childish, even for you.” Lena steps forward with an unimpressed frown on her face. She reaches out towards them, even though Kara squeaks at her not to. “While those are fantastic costumes, I think it’s time we all went back-”

Sparks fly between the spirits and Lena, and a sound like screeching steel starts to fill the air. “Oh dear.”

Kara looks sharply at the back of Lena’s head. “What- what do you mean 'oh dear'?”

Lena starts backing up, hands outstretched as if to ward off the spirits as she presses into Kara and forces her backwards against the window. “Well the good news is they’re not ghosts.” To Kara’s complete and utter disbelief, fire begins to form around Lena’s hands. “Bad new is that they’re demons.”

“What?!”

“I’ll explain later. First, we need to jump out the window.”

Kara sputters again but is cut off by Lena counting down from three. She can barely hear Lena’s voice with the screeching and a wind rising around them but if Lena tells her to jump then by god she’s going to jump –

There’s a flash of light and a shout from Lena and more air is rushing all around her but just as quickly as it all happens, it quiets.

Kara opens her eyes to find herself floating in midair, the house fading in the distance as she and Lena fly through the air. They’re surrounded by what seems to be a purple orb. It matches the glow around Lena’s fingertips.

Lena smiles a touch sheepishly at Kara’s stunned face. “So, did I ever tell you that I’m a witch?”

[Supercorptober 2022 prompts]

[thehumanofjustice]

Hello clover...thus is- Levi... I'm from a completely diffrent universe, multiverse, i think it'scalled fear and hunger or something, not very hopeful, but a kid can dream. Whatever. It's far too sciencey for my taste, to be honest. But I am another justice soul and...I think I'm I. Need of advice from the most well-known justice soul out there. I've been forced to do things that are... Let's just say unjust since I was drafted a few years ago. And every time I've been forced to harm someone that I know was probably just like me and didn't deserve it, it feels as if my soul is being torn apart. And I don't gain any LV. I get all the suffering and none of the benefits. And even now that I'm free from it all. Now that I've finally found a quiet life, I still feel the pain every once in a while even though no one's been hurt. I understand if you can't really answer the question, but I just found out a justice soul as popular as yourself had an ask blog and thought I'd take a shot in the dark for an answer.

oh gosh…

oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh

where are you. right now

I’m so sorry this has happened to you that kind of guilt is not deserved

you justice has probably become weaker

but you can still be a good person I know it

you don’t deserve any of this becuase…

no one does

Where are you I’m going to come pick you up. I will help you buddy

[fxshigurosbae]

THE TEASING TEACHER . . .

his favorite student is graduating, so nothing can stop him.

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✶ mature content (minors do not interact) — college!au, age gap, pet names, forbidden relationship, choking, dacryphilia, jealous, biting, orgasm denial, praise, creampie, size kink, sound restraint, unprotected sex, strong language.

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Gojo, your college teacher which never really felt like a true professor, he was quite older than you and yet his looks said otherwise, you admired him, knowing him for just a little more than three years, he’d always pester you with jokes and give you tons of assignments.

Some things definitely changed as time went by and you could feel an odd air between the two of you, he’d ask more of you, laugh more near you, annoy you more, assist you intensely, surely something he did not do with the others. He surely had an arrogant personality, which did bother you from time to time, but it was his charm to be that goofy man dressed in such an attractive way, grasping the looks from whoever felt like giving him some proud attention, except for those surviving beside him — you included — since all were used to it. There was suddenly a day, in the week of your graduation, that you were called in to his office, lightly shaking in nervousness, wondering what could it be.

“Close it.” His voice echoed after you had knocked and entered the room, seeing him leaning on the wood table with arms crossed.

“You called, Mr. Gojo?”

“Yes, dear,” that damn nickname made you gulp hard. “you can come near, you know I don’t bite.” Staring at you with his permanently worn round black sunglasses, black long sleeve shirt that could drive anyone insane, doing as he ordered, noticing even more your height difference.

“Is there something I can do f—

“You’re graduating soon,” you kept shut, reminding yourself that his words were never to be interrupted. “I can’t seem to grasp that thought on my mind.”

“What do you mean, sir?” He stared at you, sighing after hearing that specific last word come out of your mouth.

“I don’t want you to graduate, or else I’ll be lonely.” That was unexpected, you were wordless.

“It’ll be sad to leave too, sensei.” His chest had risen once again, taking a deep breath.

“You like teasing me, don’tcha?” Your cheeks flushed, you knew he was flirty but not this much.

“Sorry, I don’t understand a thing, plus… are you insinuating that I’ll be repeating a year?”

“That does sound nice, doesn’t it? I could see you every day for another year.” Once more, you flushed.

“Is it appropriate for you to be saying such things, sensei?”

“No one’s listening.” His tone changed, it was shivering, you certainly were closer than you had acknowledged. In the silence, he threw his head back, letting you admire his well-defined neck and jaw, hearing as well a groan. “You sure are tempting.”

“Sens—

“Gosh, you know how to drive me insane, Y/N.” Once again he interrupted, staring right back at you with such intensity. “I wanna touch you.”

Speechless.

“Sensei, are you alright? You’re joking, right?” You saw him lean closer to you, feeling his breath on your cheeks.

“Not in the slightest, let me touch you.” You didn’t respond, your lips parting slightly, breathing heavily and leaving low groans of confusion. “Answer me.”

“Okay.” You murmured, so embarrassed you could cry, having his large fingers intervene with the strands of your hair, feeling them with the tips of those fingers, running through the root to ends.

“Your smell, your hair… your eyes.” He emphasized lowly, his voice enchanting you. Faces close by inches, the space only getting smaller until he then finally attached those soft velvety lips against yours in a sweet manner, pulling away with a peck noise, taking you by surprise, as you covered your mouth with your forearm unconsciously.

“Sensei, I… shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.”

“If I give you permission then that won’t be a problem, will it?” You hummed in disagreement, not knowing what else could you say to this man, seeing him take off those glasses and rest them on the table. “Good, then sit here.” Before you could process the situation, you were found sat on top of his lap, on the leathery chair he was always found at. He could feel your heartbeat, not the one on your chest, he could feel your embarrassment, your fear, your arousal, your needy thoughts.

“Sensei.” You whispered unconsciously, not knowing what else you could say, having your legs bent to fit on the seat, to wrap around his legs and waist perfectly, having your smooth thighs held by his palms.

You were lucky, lucky to have been wearing a skirt that day, yet you were miserable, miserable to be wearing nothing but a white underwear underneath it, meaning your undeniable wetness had drawn a circle on the fabric of his pants. His face was inches apart and you could feel his intense gaze over you, his hands roaming every single curve and squeezing soft parts of your skin until reaching your lower waist, your hips, holding them still, pressing downwards, feeling his bulge growing and perfectly shaping under you, making you imagine how red your cheeks must have been, which was unusual, no man has ever made you feel this way, but you knew Gojo wasn’t just an ordinary man. His lips then pressed against your warm neck, leaving long pecks just to give an unexpected bite, a moaned gasp leaving your lips, your hips accidentally moving forward, back arching slightly and gripping onto his black sleeves.

“Dirty girl.” He murmured again.

“S-Sensei, people are going to see my, my neck.”

“Don’care.” Gojo mumbled, taking your skin into his mouth, your head slight up, eyes squinted and lips quivering in order to attempt quietness. You were growing impatient, having to deal with him marking territory, playing with you, taking his time with you and you couldn’t do anything but let him have his way, even though you enjoyed it immensely.

“U’re mine, get it, darling?” The man’s left hand cupped the side of your neck, hypnotizing you with those well-chosen words. All you could do was hum back. “Good.” You felt his hand sneak under you, lead by an unzipping noise, all while he had your neck as a biting toy.

“Wanna feel your pussy so bad.” He knew how to mess with your heart.

“S-Sensei, you’re being s-so inappropriate.” You shyly muttered.

“Want me to stop, honey? I doubt that’s the case, I know how much you like to hear me say that.” He was indeed correct, you loved it, the attention, the passion and he loved hearing you call him that way. Your hips leisurely and unnoticeable moved in a back and forth movement, having your clit ache for friction yet nothing happened. His hand held now the back of your head, pulling it slightly back, allowing more kisses on the flesh, his other unoccupied hand fondled your ass, gripping with will.

“I can’t wait any longer, can I fuck you already?” Gojo shamelessly asked, having to stare at you with a distressed expression, humming was all you could do, there was nothing in your mind that could make you think of what to reply. It was quick, you could finally feel his cock spring out of those boxers and touch your sensitive nub, it wasn’t fair that he was exactly like you had imagined, if not a bit bigger, your entire body getting to a reddish tone.

“Want me to fill you up real good?” He bit his lip, smirking, teasing you, it was over your limit, he was shameless, worthless, he was a whore, and you loved it, so much, it made you think of yourself as a perverted person.

“That’s not…”

“Stop looking for excuses,” You gripped onto the fabric over his chest. “as much as I want to hear your pretty voice, I’ll have to ask you to keep it down, can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His hands had easily pulled your shirt up, letting your torso exposed to him as you nodded carefully and hesitant. “Hold this with your mouth for me.” The white fabric of your own clothing was in between your teeth, just like he ordered, letting his hands grope onto your perfect amount of chubbiness by the sides of your pelvis. He aligned himself with you, as your panties were to the side, he had to be careful, or else he’d slide inside of you with just a simple move, because of how wet you were.

Finally, it was devastating, in such a good way, it was as if you were being destroyed by such amazing feeling, it was consuming you, possessing you entirely already, having your head and back thrown back, he wasn’t even halfway in, thrusting the tip so harshly and the rest of the length leisurely, provoking, punishing, making you miserable while he chuckled lowly, watching you get desperate. He surely had to keep composure, but little did you know that he was as miserable as you were, dirty thoughts all over his mind, wondering what he’d be doing with you next, how he’d make you come undone to him, how he’d make you his forever, he’s been longing for this for so long.

“Your little cunt is just so tight, and yet you’re so wet.” Your knuckles turned white, having his abundant girth finally enter you all the way in, letting out a relieved breath but he didn’t give you much time to adjust, thrusting inside you harshly, only once, resulting in your entire body moving along his, those strong hips of his lifting you from the chair so effortlessly, like you were a feather, a doll, his doll.

“S-Sensei, sensei.” You whispered those sweet words to him again and again, feeding his ego, such melody to his ears.

Pounding into you so eagerly, your cheeks slightly filled with air, trying your best to keep quiet, back arching tensely, you seemed like a bunny hopping repeatedly on his cock, you weren’t doing anything, he did it all for you, letting you enjoy as much as you could. His manspreading position was such a turn on, his lower back sliding down the chair with you on that lap, trying to sit straight, Gojo’s back was not then touching the leather behind him, looking for more support. Low whimpering slipping out of your lips, moaning so purely and dirty at the same time, his cock filling you up so good it fit almost perfectly, it rammed inside actually, but he’d make his way into you, shaping you into perfection, into his.

“So cute,” He praised, wondering how your cheeks could warm even more. “so fucking cute, so pretty, fuck.” Your walls suffocated him at each thrust, making it harder for the man to breath, trying so hard to look calm, groaning low whining from time to time.

You looked close to devastation.

“Can’t believe I wasn’t the only one to, to see you like this.” Your eyes staring back at his blue ones, slightly furrowed eyebrows was what you could see on his face, as well as parted lips, soft and glistening lips. So suddenly you had felt his large hand wrap around your neck, choking you not softly yet not harshly, warming you up while he slowed down his thrusts. “Wonder how many guys fucked you already, such a pretty girl, I fucking hate it.”

His voice lowered, intimidating, arousing, deadly.

“How I wish I could have fucked your little virgin pussy. I’ll fuck you so hard it’ll, it’ll feel like your first time.” Again, unexpectedly his hand grabbed your slightly chubby cheeks. “I’ll ruin you, baby.” It was terrifyingly thrilling, even though those words should make you feel scared, you loved it, you felt safe, you wanted more.

“No, sensei, sensei.” Yet you denied to yourself, having the man kiss your neck and shoulders like before, with even more hunger, biting the area near your clavicles. Tears forming on your eyes from being so close to the edge, one of his thumbs making it even more challenging to hold it all in by circling your sensitive and aching clit so gently. He chuckled at your struggle.

“Gonna cum already?”

“No, not at all.” You whined, closing your mouth shut, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his shirt with eyes shut.

“So I can be harsher with you then?” Such a brusque thrust, such a pretty humming whiny moan came out of you, it melted his heart. “Fuck.” Your toes curled, your legs shivered and tried squishing together, your heart beat fastened quickly, your head buried on his neck, your crying.

“What about now? Wanna, wanna cum, sweetheart?”

“Hm, hmy-yeah, yeah.” You finally became fully submissive to him, knowing you were drunk out of pleasure, not thinking straight, his thrusts became sloppy for a bit. “G-Gojo.” You moaned out unconsciously, having his heart skip a beat and a lovely pound find your sweet spot which led you to immediately go crazy.

It was pure pleasure. It was lustful. It was dirty. It was sacred.

Your entire body squirmed and legs shook, you hugged his large figure, whining muffling and failing as seconds went by.

“Fuck, fuck darling.” Were the last words you heard before you blacked out for a long second, noticing such comforting warmth filling you up real good, as if it never ended. You effortlessly sat straight, staring at him again, seeing such a beautiful man that had hearts in his eyes. Both breathing heavily, lungs collapsing. He lifted your trembling waist, longing for the presence of his cock inside you as cum literally emptied out of you, mixing with your own love juices, dripping from your destroyed cunt to your legs and dirtying his chair and pants but it was worth it, after all he couldn’t look away.

“You look so good with my cum dripping out of you.”

fxshigurosbae © please do not upload my content on any platform

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[kissbentennyson]

I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

-

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

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It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

[arcana-greenleaf]

I have no clue if you take requests but if you do.... I am madly in love with really Billy Hargrove *cough* r o b l o w e *cough*. I was wondering if you can do imagine where the reader is a Gothic type chick. And she asked if she could do Billy's makeup and make him Gothic. No it's weird but I'm weird so....

Thank You!

Alright, I hope I did justice to your request. Once again thank you for requesting<3

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My request are always open so you're welcome to slide into them anytime.

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Billy Hargrove x female reader

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆: fluff kinda

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 778

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A fucking boring day is what today was. Billy and I were just hanging out at my house without an idea what to do. I was one of the few gothic people in Hawkins so that surely grabbed Hargrove's attention when he moved here which lead to us becoming friends and eventually dating. I sat on my bed and Hargrove laid on my lap. He was complimenting me on the outfit I wore yesterday and how I did my makeup. He thought it was 'fucking cool' in his own words. That gave me an idea. ''Hey Billy.'' He hummed in acknowledgement. ''Can I do your makeup?'' As the words left my mouth Billy shot up from his previous position and looked at me with wide eyes. ''Can you what?!'' ''Can I do your makeup like I do mine?'' ''Why do you wanna do that?'' ''Well I am bored and it seems like a fun thing to try.'' My voice was filled with enthusiasm but he was unconvinced. ''Princess I love you but there's no way you're going to put that shit on my face. Just because I think you look hot with it doesn't mean I want it on me.'' This was going to be harder than I thought, still it's nothing I can't handle. ''Come on Billy you're going to look so cool.'' No.'' ''You know rockstars use makeup all the time.'' ''No.'' ''I'll do it just this once and then I'll never ask you again.'' ''My answer is no and you can't change it Y/N.'' I leaned closer to him and looked him right in the eyes pouting and giving him my best puppy eyes. For a second his face softened but then he turned away ignoring me. ''Sorry doll, puppy eyes won't work this time.'' Huh, when did he become immune to that? Time to pull out the final trick. Huffing dramatically I stood up from my bed making a beeline towards my telephone. ''Fine then! Since my boyfriend won't do it I'll just call Steve. I know he'll be willing to do it. Gosh, Steve is so amazing isn't he?'' Before I could start dialling Harrington's number two strong hands made their way around my waist. ''Okay, you convinced me. You can put your weird-ass makeup on me. BUT this is the first and last time.'' Hehe. ''Aw thank you babe.'' I kissed him on the lips and motioned for him to take a seat at my vanity. Quickly turning on my radio I put the tape in it. The sound of Bauhaus filled the room. Now the real fun begins. Billy made himself comfortable on the chair, that stupid smirk on his face. ''Are you ready?'' He nodded so I started working my magic. While I was working Billy sat still like the good boy he is and every now and then he would ask some questions. Deep down I knew he was enjoying this. About 30 minutes later the makeup was finally done. ''So you're telling me that every time you do this it takes this long?'' ''Pretty much.'' ''And you do this every day?'' ''More or less.'' ''Wow, babe you're dedicated.'' He wanted to kiss me but I stopped him. ''Nope, no kisses you're going to ruin the lipstick. You can turn and look at yourself in the mirror.'' The mullet-wearing boy turned in the chair and let out a quiet 'what the fuck' when he saw my work of art. I must say it was really weird to see Billy with heavy eyeshadow, foundation that didn't match his skin tone and dark lipstick. It was even weirder since his mullet wasn't teased and he was wearing his light blue shirt. I held in my giggles. He was speechless but under all that makeup he looked kinda amazed. ''So what do you think?'' ''I don't look like myself! It's kinda cool though.'' That put a smile on my face. ''I told you so!'' Billy turned abruptly and pulled me in for a kiss. ''Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're always right, I know.'' The next 10 minutes were spent by Billy staring at himself in the mirror, I knew the boy was narcissistic but damn this is next level. ''Alright, can I take it off now?'' ''Not so fast! Let me take a picture of you.'' I grabbed my polaroid and snapped a picture. As my fake goth boyfriend slipped into the bathroom I waited for the polaroid to develop before taping to my mirror. ''Hey Y/N how do I take this off?'' ''I am coming! Don't touch anything!''

Trust me when I say that wasn't the last time Billy put on makeup.

[prettyvampiress96]

New girl - Antonio Dawson 18+

Antonio's POV:

Life at the 21st precinct was fun unless Voight was in a bad mood. All in all, it was a lovely, routine, basic life. That was before I met Y/N. She was the daughter of the fire battalion chief and had begun working with us because her father thought she needed to 'understand the principle of hard work.' According to him firefighting isn't the place for a woman. When I had heard this, I rolled my eyes, Gabi immediately shot to mind but when I was then told she would become my new partner equally meaning I would be the one who would have to educate the princess in 'hard work' I lost it. I am a detective damn it and a fine good one , not a babysitter.

"I bet she's never worked a day in her life," Kim spoke as we glanced over the casefiles . I simply just shrugged who knows. Voight wouldn't have her with us if she couldn't handle it, I just had to keep telling myself that

"I heard she's really hot, Dawson" Adam piped up, I just huffed and thought miserably about the next shift, which would be with her.

True to Voight's word, she showed up on time the next day for her first shift. I was instantly annoyed with how beautiful she was. Her shoulder-length choppy cut black hair had its ends dyed blue, and she stared at me with the greenest eyes I had ever seen. She smiled sweetly when she introduced herself. Dios mio that smile . She hadn't been here five minutes and already she had me eating from the palm of her hand. As the night progressed, I was even more annoyed by the fact that she wasn't a bitch. I had hoped she would be a tad spoilt, but she was down to earth and didn't even hesitate when I asked her to get us a coffee.

“So how did I do?" She asked me while sitting on the edge of my desk holding a coffee out to me . I dropped the paperwork i had to file and leaned back sighing .She had that flirtatious voice that had driven every guy she had spoken to mad with lust.

"You did okay for a newbie. I mean, it's only your first shift so I can't give you a proper verdict yet," I said as she jumped down and took the paperwork from my desk dropping it onto her own currently empty looking one .

"I can file this for you, Tonio," she said smoothly. Hearing the way she said my name made my heart flutter. No, just fucking no, I told myself knowing what that meant. There was no way I was going to be another one of those people drooling over her.

"You're like a grumpy Papi, you know, Dawson" I heard her shout. I'm glad it was just the two of us left in the office, hearing her call me a Papi made my cheeks blush and heat up.

"Well, there are things that need to be done and the longer it takes to do , the longer we have to stay and work," I replied defensively causing her giggle. I turned to see what she found so amusing putting my hands on my hips.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing," she replied smirking down at the papers. “Look, Y/N, just finish up there so we can leave," I answered, not amused by her games usually I'm all for the teasing but it was late and I was most definitely tired.

Our shifts continued with her teasing. She had called me this kind of Papi and that kind of Papi for weeks, and I had even realized I'd come to expect it from her, feeling sad when she didn't call me Papi and hard with desire when she did. Hearing her call me that, and only me had me wondering what kind of girl she was. I decided I had nothing to lose trying to find out.

The next shift, I did the usual routine with her and I waited patiently for her taunt. “Gosh Tonio, I can't believe you are such a bossy Papi today," Y/N said without turning around to look at me. I was glad she didn't because she didn't see me open a lollipop and walk up behind her. I grabbed her arm, and she jumped, shocked to be handled so roughly. I pushed the sweet past her lips into her mouth and held it there while I looked her dead in the eyes.

"Then do what I tell you to do, and I wouldn't have to be so bossy, little girl," I assertively stated turning around and walking away again before she saw my face burn red, not before i heard the whimper leave her mouth. My mind was racing. I could not believe I had just done that; I could not believe how hard my dick throbbed just from speaking to her like a naughty little girl. I hoped she would be cool with it, I mean, she had been calling me Papi for weeks. As I was having a nervous breakdown in the locker room, I felt a tugging on the back of my shirt. I looked down to see Y/N, sitting on the bench and looking up at me.

"I'm sorry, Papi ," she said, melting my heart with her big green eyes and candy red-stained lips. I didn't know what to do, but something came over me as I knelt and cupped her chin in my hand.

"Y/N. When we are at work, Papi needs you to be a good girl and finish up fast. We don't want to be here all night, little girls like you need to be tucked up in bed, not walking the streets because you played too long after work," I found myself saying. This time I didn't blush, I practically swooned. But I was sure as shit not going to pass up having a girl like Y/N in my life. She nodded her head and put her lollipop back in her mouth, and I held out my hand and lifted her. We exchanged numbers, and as I walked to my car, Y/N came running over and kissed me right on the lips taking me by complete surprise. "Night night Papi," she said with a wink as the moonlight glimmered in her eyes. "Sweet dreams little girl. Papi will see you tomorrow, Remember we've the night shift" I replied, wanting more than anything for the night to fly by and for the next shift to start.

"Hello? Detective Dawson speaking" I said, answering the office phone. Y/N was meant to be here twenty minutes ago, and I must admit I was starting to worry since staring over a month ago Y/N had never once been late if anything she was always first here ready and waiting.

"Tonio, it's me," Y/N replied, she sounded scared.

"You know you're late right? Where are you? Are you coming in today? Are you sick?" I asked her sensing her distress.

"My car broke down, and I can't get there on time . I'm on my way just on foot" Y/N said in one breath.

"You didn't think to call your parents? Or a pickup truck?" I asked her wondering how many brain cells she had underdeveloped due to being babied by her parents her whole life.

“My parents are on a vacation, I did think to ring a pickup truck, but its dark out what if the guy is all touchy feely, what if i cant get the number plate . I've seen movies, I know what they are like, besides you and I have seen plenty of abduction cases and I do not plan on being one of those numbers thank you" Y/N said trying to prove her knowledge. It was a slick move I'll give her that.

"You know nothing little one. Message me your location, I'm coming to get you," I replied sternly, making her whimper at my harsh tone. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I put her location in my GPS and told her to stay where she was. I told the team they would have to start without me explaining that I had to pick up Y/N and the guys offered to come with.

"No, Stay, Halstead can you and Upton cover for us and we'll do your next two night shifts?" I asked. Jay grinned in response at the thought of two nights off he waved me out in the blink of an eye as I walked out the door and towards my car.

As I drove to Y/N's location, I wondered what I would do when I got there. Would I take her to work, would I ring the towing company to get her car, would I take her to my house? Maybe we would go to hers? As the thoughts ran through my mind, I saw her car on the side of the road. She was right; it was dark. I was hoping she would be in the car like I had told her and happily surprised when I saw her head turn around and be half blinded by my headlights, I got out of my car.

“Heard you need your Papi little girl," I stated as I opened her door. Y/N jumped out and flung her arms around my neck, making me stumble backward knocking me slightly off balance. "I was on my way in and it just stopped working Tonio I was so scared; anything could have happened, I could've been the next case you guys were working" she hyperventilated.

“But nothing happened, and you're safe with Papi, come on, come and sit in my car while we ring the tow company,” I said reassuringly to her taking her hand and leading her to my car. I turned the heating on, she was clearly in shock from the one thousand percent non-scary event she had just experienced, to try and calm her while we waited for the tow truck. It was a downside to the job you see so many horrible scenarios that you begin to imagine the worst at the smallest inconvenience.

"It's nice in here, Papi," Y/N cooed as she cuddled with me on the back seat. I looked at my car and looked at her, confused. Maybe she hit her head. "What do you find so deeply appealing about it baby girl?" I asked, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"It smells like you," Y/N quickly replied as if knowing the question I was going to ask. She began to dance her fingers lightly across my clothed stomach and slowly made her way up to my shoulders and then down resting on my bicep, giggling as I looked down at her and saw her toying with my jumper buttons. Unable to resist temptation any longer.

"Fuck it Come here little one," I said lovingly as I moved her over my lap, so she was snuggling into my neck. I pulled her close and moved my one arm under her and began rubbing her back with my hand.

"Are you sure this is what you want, That i'm what you want?" I asked in a soft low tone watching her nod in response. I removed the thin excuse of a t shirt she had on and pulled down her bra giving me the chance to see her splendid breast. tracing my fingers down her neck and over the front of her now bare breasts, I took her hand and carefully placed it on the straining bulge of my jeans, enjoying how she stroked it before she pulled it out swiping her thumb over the swelling head of my cock.

"I would have never of guessed you would be so sweet little girl," I said in astonishment as she began to kiss and lick my the tip of my dick. I watched as I disappeared into her mouth, the tight warmth like something I've never experienced. I pressed her head against me as my other hand reached for the button on her short denim shorts. Unzipping them, I saw her shamefully sexy black panties and stroked her over the top of them making her moan softly against my dick. Her moans were like a drug you couldn't get enough of. She stayed there, my sweet girl in my arms, her pussy being gently caressed. I slipped her shorts off her and rolled down her panties, stuffing them into my pocket as soon as they were removed. I was gentle with her as I spat in my hand and rubbed her already wet pussy with my palm, gliding my fingers down her slit and entered her without warning making her and clench her pussy tight around my fingers. The thought of her clenching around my cock. Hell .

"It's OK baby, let your Papi have you, I'm here " I said as I began to finger fuck her softly. She nodded, and I felt her pussy slowly loosen, giving me unrestricted access. I wasn't interested in making her cum; tonight I just wanted to feel her. Feel her heart beat against mine, feel her wetness and her hot breath and tongue as she sucked me off so well just like those sweet lollipops she likes too have. After a while I felt her go heavy in my arms as she drifted off to sleep and remembering the tow truck could be here any moment, I gently shook her awake feeling a little guilty. “Baby girl, you can't fall asleep just yet," I whispered, making her stir. She opened her eyes just as the headlights of the truck came beaming around the corner. Glad I woke her in the nick of time I threw my jumper on and zipped myself back up and got out to greet the trucker. "You been here long?" He said as he hoisted the exotic car into the trailer. "Long enough," I replied, smiling . I didn't want to get into a conversation with him. I wanted my baby back in my arms. As if reading my mind, Y/N came and leaned into me, hugging me and turning away from the man. She dipped her head, and I felt her shallow breathing on my neck. The tow man noticed and tried hard not to look as I wrapped my arms around her making her feel safe and protected. I didn't care if he looked, but there was no way he would be touching her.

He secured her car in no time at all, and I told him the address where to drive it. He offered Y/N a lift home but told him I would take her, and I was thankful when he left it at that and drove away. "What a night," Y/N said, walking back to my car. I unlocked it and buckled up her seat belt, kissing her cheek as I walked around to the driver's side. I turned the engine on and began to drive to my place. I had decided on what she would be doing tonight. "Are you taking me to your house, Papi?" Y/N asked as we passed the turning for her home. "Yes, baby," I replied, placing a hand on her thigh and squeezing it slightly. “I just have to stop into the store and pick up something first. You're going to wait in the car while I go. I know you'll be alright," I added, pulling up to the corner store. I got out, and turning back to Y/N I dropped her wet panties into her lap. " I hope my face and sheets end up as wet as those panties little one" I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip grinning as she let out a rather loud gasp. Who knew the new girl would become my girl?

[galacticwildfire]

The Red Means I Love You | Wanda Maximoff

Two

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x oc

Summary: Alex Barton was always accustomed with the colour red. The colour of blood. That was before she was tasked with hunting down the Maximoff twins during the Age of Ultron. However, she remembers her fathers words. That the best shot he ever took, was the one he didn't take. And so she takes it upon herself to bring Wanda into the Avengers, no matter the cost, and soon finds herself enamoured with a new type of red.

Warnings: swearing, fighting, shooting, panic attack, hurt/comfortish

Word count: 5.3k

A/N: taglist below, thank you guys for reading

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I arrive at my family's farm house, with Fury in tow.

Sure enough, the Avengers are already here. I can hear Steve and Tony going at it from the other side of the house.

"Alex!" Lila calls out from the front porch as I approach the house and I hug my little sister tight as she runs to me. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I say, lifting her up, surprised by her weight. "Gosh look at how big you've gotten."

"Oh Alex thank god you're here," Laura says hugging me as I walk up the stairs.

"Laura," I smile, hugging my stepmom. "Is dad inside?"

"He is," she says and looks me over. "Are you alright?"

With Fury's permission I share with her, "There's something you need to know, and Dad's gonna be mad."

"Okay," she says carefully. "What is it hun?"

I show her the watch on my wrist, a watch that matches the one she once wore, the watch of a shield agent.

And she just smiles. "Do you really think that I'd believe you abandoned Shield so easily?"

"You knew I was still working for Shield after dad told me to quit for my own safety?"

"It's you Alex, of course I did," she says. "We both know how protective your dad is."

"There's one more thing." I tell her. 'Fury's here."

"Where?"

"Waiting for them in the barn."

She nods and gives me a quick hug. "I'll take care of it, you go see your dad."

I run inside to my dad, finding him in the loungeroom with cooper, and hug them both tight.

"Alex?" Dad exclaims with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Orders from director Fury," I answer and he gives me a look. "The Avengers need him, tell me honestly that they don't after I saw Steve and Tony going at it outside."

He sighs and looks upstairs to where Nat and Bruce must be. "I think you're right kid."

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That night we all sit around the living room, me playing with Cooper and Lila before Laura puts them to bed. And I sit beside Nat, able to feel how shaken up she is.

"Ultron took you folks out of play to by himself time," Fury says to everyone. "My contacts all say he's building something. The amount of vibranium he's made off with, I don't think it's just one thing."

"What about Ultron himself?" Steve asks.

"Oh he's easy to track," Fury says. "He's everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn't help us get an angle on any of his plans though."

"The Maximoffs," I say to the group. "If anyone knows it would be them."

"And which one do you want to ask, Mr speedy or the witch?" Tony asks. "We can't trust them."

"We aren't in a position to not take a risk on them," I say carefully. "They want peace, and once they realise what Ultron is I won't be surprised if they turn on him."

Tony ignores me and asks "Is he still after launch codes?"

"Yes he is," Fury answers. "But he's not making any headway."

"I cracked the Pentagons firewall in highschool on a dare," Tony says.

"Well I contacted our friends at Nexus about that," Fury replies.

"Nexus?" Steve asks.

"It's the world internet hub at Oslo," Bruce answers. "Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth."

"So what did they say?" Dad asks.

"He's fixated on the missiles," Fury answers. "But the codes are constantly being changed."

"Then we need to get to him before he gets the missiles," I say, knowing we're running on short time. "We don't have long, every moment we spend sitting here Ultron gets closer to it, and the first thing he'll do is drop one on all of you guys."

"Do we have an ally?" Nat asks, and I know of two if we could get them onside, even if the rest dismiss it.

"Ultron's got an enemy, that's not the same thing," Fury says. "Still I'd pay folding money to know who it is."

"Well I might need to pay a visit to Oslo, find out who our unknown is."

"Well, this is good times boss," Nat interrupts. "But I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you'd have more than that."

"I do," he answers. "I have you. Back in the day I had eyes everywhere, had ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream up. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this, laid in a grave. So stand, outwit the platinum bastard."

"Steve doesn't like that kind of talk," Nat teases and I smile.

"So what does he want?" Fury elicits.

"To become better," Steve answers. "To become better than us."

I look at the picture Lila drew Nat and I as they discuss what Ultron wants until Bruce catches eye of it and realises. "They need to evolve. Ultron's going to evolve."

"How?"

"Helen," I whisper.

"Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho."

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We prepare to leave, and I suit up.

"Alex-" Dad begins as I put my pistol in its holster.

"You need all hands on deck," I remind him. "And I may yet be able to get us another ally against Ultron."

"You need to be smart about this."

I turn around and look dad in the eye. "Tell me that you have faith in me."

His eyes soften. "You know I do."

"Then trust me, trust my judgement," I beg of him. "I got it from you after all."

He hugs me tight. "I do honey, please, just be careful."

If he knew about half of the missions Fury's sent me on he'd have a heart attack, because I am anything but careful. "If I have a job I get it done. The world is at stake here, I can't afford to sit on the sidelines and play it safe."

He sighs. "You could at least try to lie."

I smile. "I love you Dad."

"I love you too kid," he says and Laura comes down the stairs and hugs us both.

"I'd say be careful but I know the two of you better than that," she says and looks at us. "Just come home."

"I love you mom," I say gripping her hand tight, the only mother I've ever had. "Tell Cooper and Lila I said goodbye."

She nods and I take in these moments with my family, not knowing what lies ahead."

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I sit ready on my motorcycle, clad in leather, watching the building where Dr Cho is located when I see them, and their composure takes me by surprise, as does how quickly they run from the building, from Ultron.

"There they are," I say to myself and rev the bike, ready to follow.

"Alex, you got sight of Ultron?" Dad asks through the coms.

"No, but I've got sight of the twins," I answer. "They've abandoned the building."

"Follow them, we'll wait for Ultron to leave."

"On it."

I drive down the highway towards where they left, following the dots on my radar to a local market place and slow down as I find them, watching the chaos on a local news channel from a shop window, and pull up beside them.

"Crazy huh," I comment and they both look at me, and I can see the fear in their eyes. "I saw you two running scared from the building before Ultron tried to kill Helen Cho."

They share a look and stare at me. "Who are you?" Wanda asks.

"Your new best friend," I answer. "Pietro, Cap needs your help. Wanda get on the bike."

"What?" Pietro begins and I look at the live news, able to see the battle going down.

"We're transporting the body, the Avengers currently have it but we need to keep Ultron busy," I tell them. "Pietro, you go ahead and I'll take Wanda and knock out some of the legionnaires on the way."

Pietro looks hesitant but Wanda puts her foot down. "Go."

"How do you know we can trust her?"

"Because we both want to stop Ultron," I answer, taking a risk on them. "Am I wrong?"

Wanda shakes her head and gets on the bike behind me, telling Pietro. "Do what she says."

He takes off and I give my helmet to Wanda. "Wear this and hold on tight. It might get a bit rough." I speak into my intercom. "Cap you've got backup coming, Dad where are you?"

"Transferring the body with Nat."

"On my way," I answer and look back to Wanda putting the helmet on, "Ready?"

"I hope so."

"Good, let's go."

I take off, knowing getting the body out of Ultron's control is the most important thing right now, Ultron we can deal with later.

We're halfway to the train when I hear Dad yell out "Nat! Anyone have eyes on Nat!"

"On it," I answer and look up to the truck in the sky, able to see her grappling with one of the legionnaires midair. "Shit."

"What is it?" Wanda yells out.

"I'm gonna need you to do your magic hand thing," I tell her and point up to the sky. "Get that robot on the ground and then we'll go to your brother."

Red tendrils shoot up through the sky towards the robot and restrain it.

"Alex, we need more backup!" Cap yells through the intercoms.

"On my way!"

But not until Nat's safe.

"Throw her into the plane," I instruct Wanda, knowing Nat can take the hit. "Then they'll get the body out of here."

She cries out as she exerts her power and causes the bike to swerve, but I hear Nat.

"I'm in!"

With that I don't waste anymore time, and get to that train, it's not hard to miss.

"Now hold on tight! I tell Wanda as I head for a ramp. "This might get a little rough."

I rev the bike and go hard up the ramp, flying into an open door on the train and driving it straight into Ultron. We both fly off the bike into the walls of the train but it does the trick.

Pietro jumps between us and Ultron as I run to Wanda and help her find her footing.

"Bet you're glad you had that helmet," I comment as I pull it off her, and she looks at me flushed, then to Ultron.

"Please, don't do this," Ultron says as Wanda starts to cage him in.

"What choice do we have?"

It's then Ultron blows a hole through the train and disappears.

"We've lost Ultron!" I yell out into the coms. "Get the package out of here now!"

Steve runs to the control panel on the train and I look at Wanda, realising that we're heading for the end of the tracks with civilians on board.

"Civilians in our path!" Cap yells and Pietro goes to clear the way.

Wanda looks at me and I breathe "Can you stop the train?" I can see in her eyes she's asking herself the same question and give her a nod. "You can do this."

She readies herself and uses her magic to try to slow the speed of the train, and the grinding on the tracks makes an almost unbearable sound as I hold on, until finally, finally it stops.

I let out a sigh of relief and give Wanda a smile and an exhausted thumbs up as we stumble off the train to where Pietro waits outside.

"I'm fine," he says as Wanda checks on him. "I just need a minute."

"I'm very tempted to not give you one," Steve says and I give him a look.

"Steve-"

"No, they-"

"Saved Natasha's life," I tell him, standing between him and the twins. "Ultron would have her if Wanda didn't intervene when she was mid air wrangling with one of his damn robots."

"The cradle," Wanda interrupts, not caring what Steve thinks of them. "Did you get it?"

"Stark will take care of it," Steve answers and see the alarm that flashes in their eyes.

"No, he won't," Wanda breathes, her accent thick.

"You don't know what you're talking about," Steve says as I check Pietro over. "Stark's not crazy."

"He will do anything to make things right," Wanda desperately tries to get across as I come to stand beside her.

"Stark, come in," Steve says through the comes while I check that Wanda's not hurt.

"You okay?" I ask quietly and she nods, preoccupied with Stark.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it," Wanda tells us. "Where do you think he gets that?"

Steve and I both realise just how right she is.

"Come on," I say, looking at the four of us. "We've all taken a beating today, Pietro you ride with Steve. Wanda, I'll take you."

"We're bringing them back with us?" Steve asks, and I nod. "Tony won't be happy."

"Good," I say. "He needs someone to call him out on his bullshit."

He nods, trying to ignore my language. "Our bikes are destroyed, and your dad's plane's gone, how are we going to get back to the tower without Stark knowing we're bringing them."

I laugh breathlessly. "Taxis?"

~

Pietro goes with Steve while Wanda and I take our own, not wanting to draw too much attention.

We sit beside each other in the back seat, beaten up from running the motorcycle straight into Ultron.

"I will warn you," I begin. "That after what happened at Struckers lab it will not be a warm welcome when we get the Avengers tower."

She nods absentmindedly, already knowing this and asks "Who are you? You are not an Avenger."

"No, but I am the daughter of one," I tell her. "My name is Alex Barton, I am an intelligence agent for Shield."

She eyes me carefully. "Shield is-"

"Shield is officially classed as a terrorist organisation," I answer. "I was about twenty when I started there, it was the only organisation that would take me after upwards of half a dozen arrests from protesting throughout my youth, one I even organised, against the involvement of American troops overseas and the bombings."

"You're lying to try to gain my sympathy," she says and I raise an eyebrow.

"Look into my head and tell me that?" I ask her, and she can't. "I was a twenty year old who wanted to make a difference in this country, in this world. When I joined shield I specialised in black market arms dealers and learned Stark Industry's role in that industry. Where his weapons were used and who died as a result." She looks down at the floor. "Your reasons for your hatred of Stark Industries are valid Wanda, your family-"

"What do you know about my family?" she asks defensively.

"That you were victims in a war that should never have happened," I answer. "When you became involved with Ultron it was my job to run intelligence on you and your brother and learned the United States government has us both on terrorist watch lists due to our involvement in agencies who were not what we thought they were, when we thought we were doing something for the greater good."

"If you believe in peace, then why do you work for violent people?"

"That's a good question," I admit. "In the end, I suppose it's because I'm a violent person myself, I'm not afraid to get my hands bloody for the greater good." I laugh at how awful that sounds. "And perhaps that's the real problem, that so many of us are. Ultron especially."

"Ultron would destroy the world to save it," Wanda says. "And that is all I saw when I looked into its vibranium experiments head, destruction."

I nod. "I believe you are a good person Wanda, that you aren't what intelligence agencies try to make you out to be. I've been through your files, and all I can see is a passionate young woman who wants to protect her country, and will go to greater lengths than most to do so."

She looks at me, almost in disbelief. "You really think that?"

"I do," I answer and lean forward towards her. "Which is why when we walk into that building I will have your back. You have exceptional power, and the heart and mind to use it well. Better than many of the Avengers at this point."

She's vulnerable as she asks "And after this, if we win, what will happen to us?"

I take her hand and squeeze it assuringly. "We could use someone with your passion and talents, the Avengers will be hesitant but I know others who would take you and your brother in a heartbeat."

"You truly mean that?" she asks in awe and I nod. "Thank you."

"And I promise, we will make sure Tony doesn't make this worse, but doing that will likely lead to physical conflict."

"We're prepared," she says, without fear. "As long as you aren't driving this time." I laugh and she shakes her head at me. "Did you really think you could kill Ultron by running him over?"

"It was worth a shot."

We both laugh and watch the tower growing nearer and sigh.

"Here we go."

~

"You have got to upload that schematic in the next three minutes," we hear Bruce say as we enter the lab and Steve puts his foot down.

"I'm gonna say this once-"

"How about none-ce," Tony retorts.

"Shut it down!"

"Nope, not gonna happen."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"And you do?" Bruce retorts and I speak up.

"Bruce, I know that you know better than this," I tell him. "You can't let history repeat itself."

He raises an eyebrow and points to Wanda "She's not in your head?"

"I know you're angry-" Wanda begins.

"No we're way past that," Bruce says. "I could choke the life out of you and never change a shade."

"She isn't in our heads," I say sharply while dad and Nat stare at me. "Tony. You cannot do it again."

"What do you mean again?" Tony says. "This is Jarvis-"

"This is madness!" I yell, being the first one to pull out a gun. "I have not spent my life trying to protect the world from global threats to ignore a global threat in the same room as me!"

"What life," he scoffs, ignoring the gun. "You're like twenty three."

"And you are an egotistical madman," I say stepping closer. "Who is about to create another Ultron before we can kill your first mistake."

"Alex," Dad warns. "You're right but we don't need to get violent-"

"You don't know what's in there!" Wanda yells.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming!" Tony yells back as I shoot at the computer screens while Pietro dashes around the lab, unplugging everything before anyone can react.

"No, no," Pietro says while everyone gapes at him. "You were saying?

We all stare at each other, ready to fight as Tony says "I'm rerouting the upload."

Immediately I fire at his computer and I'm tackled to the ground by Nat who pins me down. "Don't start a gun fight-"

"Too late," I reply and knee her sharply in the stomach and she doubles over on top of me. "Wanda was the one who saved you up there, she isn't our enemy."

I push her off me at the same time Tony fires a blast at Steve, knocking him to the floor and Bruce locks Wanda in a chokehold, us out-powered.

I look up at dad who stands there, torn. "Trust me," I beg and he whips out his bow, firing at Tony's computer as Wanda uses her powers to push Bruce off her and I yell out. "Don't let him turn green!"

He hits me hard, knocking me to the ground as I jump between him and Wanda, and kick his knees out from him, and hear him hit the ground hard. Wanda gives me a hand, pulling me off the floor as I raise my gun, prepared to shoot at Tony until Thor crashes into the room, and we watch as he raises his hammer, and lets the lightning free.

"Wait!" Bruce yells as Thor slams it down upon the body.

We all stare in horror as the android rises and then launches at Thor and he throws it through the glass window to the other side of the building. I pull Wanda back as Thor motions for us to stay away.

"It's vibranium," I whisper as dad comes to my side. "We can't stop it."

It stares at its own reflection and slowly comes back down to face us.

"I'm sorry," it says, reminding me too much of Ultron. "That was- odd. Thank you."

"Thor," Steve says. "You helped create this?"

"I've had a vision," Thor explains. "A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life and at its centre is that."

He points to the stone and Bruce asks "What? The gem?"

"It's the mind stone," Thor says. "It's one of six infinity stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities."

"Then why would you bring-"

"Stark is right," Thor says and that definitely surprises me considered he had him in a chokehold a week ago.

"Oh it's definitely the end of times," Bruce comments.

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron," Thor says.

"Not alone," Vision says.

"Why does your Vision sound like Jarvis?" Steve asks.

"We reconfigured Jarvis's matrix," Tony explains. "To create something new."

"You think I'm a child of Ultron," Vision says.

"You're not?"

"I'm not Ultron," it says. "I'm not Jarvis, I am-"

Wanda steps forward "I looked in your head and saw annihilation."

"Look again," it says and Dad walks forward.

"Her seal of approval means jack to me."

"Dad-" I say before Thor interrupts.

"Their powers, the horrors in our heads, Ultron himself, they all came from the mind stone. And they're nothing compared to what it could unleash. But with it on our side-"

"Is it?" Steve questions, and looks to Vision. "Are you?"

"I don't think it's that simple."

"Well it better get real simple real soon," Dad says, fed up.

"I am on the side of life," it says. "Ultron isn't."

"Hmm," I scoff, not buying it. "Ultron believes he is, and so he would destroy the world so life can evolve."

"He will end it all," Vision agrees. "But it should not."

"So what's stopping him?" Tony asks.

"You," it says.

"Where?" Bruce asks.

"Sokovia," dad says and I look at Wanda and Pietro.

"If we're wrong about you," Bruce warns. "If you're the monster that Ultron made you to be-"

"What will you do?" Vision asks.

"I have some ideas," I say, not trusting it. "But first we'll see how they work on Ultron."

"I don't want to kill Ultron," it says, and already I'm damning Thor for bringing it to life. "He's unique, and he's in pain."

"He's a fucking robot," I dismiss. "He's the one that is going to put billions of people in pain."

"Patience, you didn't let me finish," Vision says. "That pain will roll over the earth, so he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net. We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others." He looks at himself. "Maybe I am a monster, I don't think I'd know if I were one. I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So there may be no way to make you trust me, but we need to go."

My eyes widen as he hands Thor his hammer, leaving all of us speechless.

"Three minutes," Steve says. "Get what you need."

~

I'm getting changed when there's a knock at the door.

"Yeah?"

It opens and Wanda stands there, but quickly averts her eyes when she sees me in my bra.

"Sorry I- Natasha said I could find you here," Wanda says shyly. "She said to apologise for what happened before."

"It's okay, come in," I say and she shuts the door behind her as I reach for my shirt. "Just getting into something that allows a bit more movement since it's likely going to be chaos."

"You're the one that brings the chaos," Wanda says, amused. "I know we only have a minute, but I just wanted to thank you before we go, thank you for defending my brother and I."

I pull my shirt over my head. "I should be the one thanking you for saving Natasha, for coming to our aid."

"So I suppose that makes us even?'

"I suppose it does," I say and look at her, a red shawl draped around her. "Here I should have something for you." I pull a red jacket of mine out of the wardrobe and pass it to her. "Try it on."

She drapes her shawl over my chair and slips the jacket on over her black dress, she looks beaten up but beautiful.

"It suits you," I say, trying not to smile too much and look away, reaching for a hairbrush. "You might want this after being on a motorcycle."

She laughs quietly as she takes it and moves in front of my mirror. "God I look like a mess."

"That makes two of us," I say, looking at her smudged eyeliner and my messed braided crown. "Still no reason we can't look good when we're going to be out there kicking ass."

"Let's hope we are," she says, but she can't hide her nerves. "If Ultron wins-"

"He won't," I promise her and she looks down at her hands. "And you shouldn't blame yourself."

She makes a surprised sound. "I thought I was the one who was meant to be able to see into peoples heads."

"You did what you thought was right, until you realised the truth, and you left," I remind her. "And here you are, working with people you hate against a common enemy."

She shakes her head. "I don't hate- not really. I just- I just wanted peace."

I put a hand on her arm and offer her a small smile. "And we'll have it, once Ultron is gone, maybe that's something you and your brother can help us work towards."

She smiles and nods, her voice thick. "I- I think we would like that."

We hear Steve yell out "Alright everyone on the plane!"

"We better go," I say, leaving my own jacket here and putting on my bracers, a similar design to Natasha's. "You need a gun?"

She twirls red tendrils around her finger. "I think I'm okay."

~

"Ultron knows we're coming," Steve says as we sit in the back of the ship, Wanda beside me. "Odds are we'll be riding into heavy fire, and that's what we signed up for, but the people of Sokovia, they didn't." I look down to find her hand wrapped around mine. "So our priority is getting them out."

Once we hit the ground I go to dad who hugs me tight.

"Please, please, please, make sure you get out of this okay," he begs me. "Don't play the hero."

And I look at him and laugh. "Now how am I supposed to not do that when I learned from the best?"

He kisses my forehead. "I love you kid."

"I love you too dad."

Pietro goes from house to house, alerting the city they are under attack while Wanda and I are on the ground, directing them in the right direction. I watch her use her powers to get into the heads of everyone in the district and realise truly how great her power is, how it could so easily be used to harm people. And here she is, using it to save them.

We're in the centre of the city, trying to help with a traffic jam when suddenly Ultrons legionnaires start emerging and attacking the city.

"Protect the people on the bridge, I'll take them out!" I tell Wanda, shooting electric currents at the robots, frying them while she throws up a shield against them and gets knocked to the ground as they escape. I shoot the robot down and help her to her feet knowing that while she may be powerful, she isn't as experienced in a fight. "Come on let's go!"

The ground starts separating around the city, and sinking. We stand back and watch, unable to stop it as the city begins to rise.

"Dad!" I yell out and see him run over to us. "Is this really happening?"

"It is," he says and I raise my com.

"Fury come in, urgent backup needed in Sokovia. Ultron is destroying the city."

"We're coming as fast as we can, but in the meantime focus on saving the civilians," he instructs, and I realise we're on our own for now at least.

Suddenly the automatons all start speaking at once, and it's Ultron's voice.

"Do you see, the beauty of it, the inevitability. You rise only to fall." The city fully separates from the ground and I hang onto Wanda. "You, the Avengers, are my meteor, my swift and terrible sword." I look over to dad, who I've never seen so afraid. "and the earth will crack with the weight of your failure." Wanda clings onto me, trembling. "Purge me from your computers, turn your own flesh against me." Dad fires an arrow into one of them, but there are so many. "It means nothing. When the dust settles, the only thing living in this world, will be metal."

I begin firing at them as Wanda stands behind me and hear Cap over the intercom "Stark, you worry about bringing the city down safely, the rest of us have one job, tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt them back. You get killed, walk it off."

Dad and I keep taking them down while Wanda keeps the civilians moving, until half a dozen come down on us.

"Come on!" I yell, grabbing Wanda's hand and running for cover while dad covers us, they shoot at us and I grab her as we crash through a window, covering her body with my own as glass comes down on us and we crawl to cover.

Dad checks to make sure we're clear while I hear Wanda struggling to breathe.

"Wanda-"

"How could I let this happen?" she gasps out, having a panic attack. "This is all our fault."

"Wanda no-" I say holding her face between my hands. "Hey look at me, just breathe, okay, it's all okay, just breathe." She looks at me, breathing in and out shakily. "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Tears smudge her eyeliner. "It's all my fault."

"It's your fault, it's our fault, it's everybody's fault," Dad says cutting through the bullshit.

"Dad," I warn, as she struggles for her breath.

"Who cares," he continues, with his typical tough love I always got. "Are you up for this?"

She's almost gasping for air, terrified, unable to answer.

"Dad just leave her with me, you go," I try to tell him, but he won't leave either of us here.

"Look, I just need to know," he says. "Because the city is flying." He can't even believe what he's saying. "Okay look, the city is flying, we're fighting an army of robots, and I have a bow and arrow. None of this makes sense."

They fire through the wall and we duck for cover.

"But I'm going back out there because it's my job," he says as I squeeze her hand tight. "Okay, and I can't do my job and babysit, and neither can Alex. It doesn't matter what you did, or what you were, she's told me to trust her judgement and I do. If you go out there you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here you're good, I'll send your brother to come and find you. But if you step out that door, you are an avenger. Both of you."

He gets up and loads his bow before getting back out there and I look at Wanda. Her eyeliner smudged eyes wide and afraid, but I know the gut that's behind them.

"It's now or never Wanda," I tell her, brushing her hair out of her face and cupping her cheek. "We're fighting for our lives here, but we're also fighting for Sokovia, for the world. Show me what I know you've got and let's end this, here and now."

She nods numbly and I help her stand, her hand wrapped around mine as she takes a deep breath and looks to the door.

She readies her magic while I ready my weapons, and together, we walk out that door and face the war outside.

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