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Rigor Mortis (part 9)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

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summary: You both come to a realisation.

warnings: smut! f! masturbation, grinding, humping, fingering, (implied) recreational drug use, alcohol, dubcon (-ish! reader is drunk but the interaction is consensual, tagging just in case xx), teeny tiny bit of mutual pining. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: yuhh

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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all that light lost in gaps

You're gone, in the morning.

…he should've expected it. Miguel stumbles out of sleep, groggy and disoriented. He finds himself reaching out for something in the half-light.

He finds himself reaching for you. And when you're not there, leaving a person sized gap at the crook of his arm, his stomach churns. He pretends it's not disappointment, or the sharp crack of yearning ; settling at his chest like a crowbar, and prying open his ribs. It's worry, he decides resolutely, a perfectly normal, healthy amount of worry. As your roommate; and nothing else, he keeps reminding himself; he's just worried about where you've rushed off to, especially after yesterday.

Senior year. He was assigned a bullshit paper in a Civics class – one he'd usually half-ass for an easy A. He'd wax poetic about morality – amorphous, vague platitudes about duty and societal expectations. By the end of the year, he had it down to a science: a couple thousand words remixed and plucked from lesser known philosophers, videos online, and overdue library books. Either he was getting too good at it, or his teacher was too stupid to notice; but regardless, he coasted through the class right up until graduation. His last paper, and he remembers it distinctly, was on the book of the same name; aptly titled What We Owe Each Other. A plodding, pluralistic read; of which he had only scanned through, anyways. Extra credit, anything to graduate early, and he'd had more than enough on his plate at the time.

And so, he wasn't expecting the B+ underlined and circled in red ink on the front page. It felt like his teacher had handed it back to him face down, slammed onto the desk like the thunderous crack of a whip. And he didn't need that A, strictly speaking. Yet, he had found himself staying over after class, crinkling that piece of paper in hand as he'd asked why.

She sighs. Miss Hunter's glasses slip down her nose, as they are prone to do.

"You're an outstanding student. I hear you're graduating early, and you're off somewhere prestigious in the fall. This is… definitely not a bad grade, and it's nothing, I promise you."

It doesn't work like that, for him. His teacher doesn't get it, but it will eat him up inside-out if he's not able to understand.

"Was it my referencing?" He fumbles with the strap of his bag.

"No. Not at all–"

"I did the extra reading…the article you mentioned in class, and–"

He's cut off by the scrape of a desk chair. Miss Hunter gets up to close the door, before settling on her desk.

Arms crossed, she seems tired. Worried, maybe, but it doesn't register with Miguel. The thought doesn't even cross his mind, that there are others with the capacity to worry about him.

"Technically, it's well written. As usual, Miguel." She gives him a weak smile. "It just… lacked heart."

His brows jump up. "...heart?"

"There's not really a narrative voice, here."

He taps at the paper on the desk, frustrated. "You didn't ask for a narrative voice, though. You didn't ask for… for heart. I read the book, I did the extra reading, and I wrote a report. That was the brief."

"Not quite." She says it gently, but it still sounds like nails on a chalkboard to him. "The brief was vague, intentionally so. 'What Do We Owe Each Other? Discuss.' I gave examples, sure: excerpts from the book we touched on in class, articles, academic papers, etcetera. They were… suggestions."

"...suggestions." He's incredulous.

She nods. "You followed it to the letter, Miguel. You gave me a summary, with a few key links. Fully referenced, yes. Well-written, yes. But this feels like a sum of parts. It doesn't tell me anything about you; your perspective, your angle. Your voice."

He's biting back choice words. It sounds like bullshit to him, for lack of a better word. Flowery, hoity-toity BS; served up to him on a steaming platter. That's it?

Maybe it shows on his face, because she's asking, as delicately as possible,

"Is everything okay?"

Instinctually, he seizes up.

"Yeah. Yes. I'm good."

"I know you don't take this class as seriously because it's not an AP, or an elective, or maybe not as challenging as you need it to be. And that's okay, Miguel. I'm happy for you to use my class as a break from all the other stuff." She swallows thickly. "You're not from our usual feeder schools. The Academy is particularly rigorous. But considering your… situation, we can make exceptions. If there's anything I can do–"

"There isn't a 'situation'."

"Right. Of course, I'm sorry. But if you need a couple days off of school because of…" She pasues, saying the next part softly. "Because of the baby… I mean, you're already acing my class–"

"No." He says it firmly, eyes trained onto the wood grain peeking out from underneath piles of documents. He wants to ask how she knows, and how he's always the last to find out that rumours have spread, and–

"Miguel." Her voice cuts through dense fog. She repeats her previous statement. “If there's anything I can do–”

“If you want to help, you can give me that A.” It's bone dry, said with the kind of sarcasm he's grown accustomed to. He wears it over his shoulders, sometimes; draped to keep out biting cold, or unfamiliar warmth from a stranger - it all feels the same, now.

She gives him a rueful smile. “Need more than that, m'afraid.”

Heart. Voice. What We Owe Each Other – and he doesn't know why that phrase sticks in his throat. It's been drilled into him since childhood; family and community, helping each other out of the starting blocks; and beaten out of him during adolescence. The creaking and cracking of bones after each step, where out in the world it's a different matter entirely.

His mama has bad taste in men, and he finds himself picking up the pieces. Gabi is more sensitive than he'll ever admit, trying not to cry amongst broken plates and chicken-wire hidden in a bouquet of peonies: prickly words that cut and hack, and it's Miguel that wipes the tears from his brother's cheek. That devastatingly gentle sigh when he had told his mama what he had done - how he had fallen for a soft bed and even softer lips at the ripe age of 16 and a half - and Miguel carries that weight. What We Owe Each Other – and he's only ever fed entitled egos. Not his family, of course, but he's been burned. He's had more than his fair share of it.

He doesn't owe the world shit, he thinks.

He doesn't owe you shit.

It doesn't help that he's been stuck in place, grasping at cushion covers and a raggedy blanket. Trying not to drown in the heady scent of you, he's been dragging thick fingers over the fabric as if in a trance. You don't owe him anything, either. Nary an apology, an explanation; so much as a sorry spilling from pretty lips in that way where they quiver like a gentle flame.

He's touched them, felt them drag across his skin like the finest silk, and dropped to his knees in search of something you've never given him. It doesn't matter if you don't; kiss him , that is; the swirling, desperate sort that leaves him heaving and creaking and begging for more. He thinks he'd still scuff up the denim at his knees if you asked, regardless - he'd do anything , if it was for you.

It's not realistic to expect anything from you. You don't need to tell him where you've gone or why you've left so early. You don't need to, and yet he finds himself reaching for his phone.

Miguel sends a well placed message; deft fingers tapping away at the screen. Before he changes his mind, it's sent; and he's chewing his lip whilst waiting for a steady three dots. Lyla is slower than usual, but she comes through. She doesn't ask questions - because she knows him better than he knows himself - and gives him a thumbs up.

They'll call each other later, that much he's sure of, but for now he reads between the lines. Short bursts of text, like firecrackers flashing across a night sky, and only through nonsensical emojis and odd slang can they understand each other.

This part, he can do. And he'll do whatever he needs to, not what he owes.

~~~

You make it to Pam's just after it opens.

At 7 o'clock sharp, you've made the journey; in an empty subway car, spilling out onto the streets like treacle left in the neck of a bottle. It's not quite a squeeze, passing by only a handful of people, with nothing but a jacket thrown over last night's clothes. In a daze, you realise too late: it's Miguel's. A dusty, worn thing; brown leather crackling at the sleeves and heavy on your shoulders. It feels like a hug, and it feels like him : warm and stiff. It smells like him too, and you bury your nose in the collar on the subway, sleeves kissing your palm like his hand is in yours.

It's a feeling that takes you all the way to the doors: past the slats bolted shut and down a familiar alley. You push past them, sneakers on slick tiles, and give a weak smile to the woman that perks up from behind the counter, kicking away the mop and bucket.

"Hiya, welcome to Pam's! How can I–"

"Oh, God , no." You wave her off. "Take your time. I need a minute, if that's okay."

Settling on the barstool, you watch as the young woman smiles, picking up a rag and wiping at the counter. You sit in it, for a while.

Dregs drip in through the front. The bell at the top of the door chimes, tinny and cheerful in the relative gloom of a quiet morning.

It's cold , outside. Autumn, biting at your fingers and nose. Eventually you opt for a coffee, piping hot to stave off that chill. Bitter, the aftertaste lingers at the back of your throat. You find yourself picking at the chipped mug, chasing away that taste with fluffy pancakes. The combination doesn't feel quite the same – not after many a morning with your roommate.

You settle into the seat. You wrap that old jacket around you. You sip at tart coffee and pick at your nails. A quiet morning, one to yourself, one to keep hidden at the crook of your chest. Some semblance of peace , wrapped up in the spindles of a dandelion. That is to say; delicate and fleeting, whipped away by the breeze.

You've decided not to think too hard about it. That kind of thinking ends dangerously, you've realised: with long, hot nights spent tossing and turning. It ends with a head full of cotton, and a pounding at your chest. With blood, with tears, with a stranger in your bed. And so, you go for the cleaner option. The safer one, all things considered, that's less likely to end in a broken heart.

You float around for a while. Walking without a real destination, trying to ground yourself. Eventually, you end up home, opening the door to an empty apartment. There's no traces left of a night spent in Miguel's arms. Good, you think, slipping your shoes off at the door. It doesn't feel good , but if you say it enough times you just might believe it.

The cleaner option; the one with less gristle and bone; is a familiar one. You settle into a shower; steamy and soapy, taking your time to clean out the blood from under your fingernails. The grime, the dirt ; you watch it swirl into the drain, hands running across soft flesh. You try to do it like Jamie did, once upon a time. It doesn't feel right, and has you leaning onto the cool tile. The shower head sputters, a shaky pressure on your back but you lean into it and close your eyes. You rub a hand at the crook of your chest, and then down, down, down, circling your breast and then following the curve of hips to the apex of your legs. Tipping your head, letting the hot water stream through your hair and then your back; and you touch, feel , and you can almost taste him ; sweet and saccharine Miguel, at your lips.

With two fingers flat against your clit, you rub little circles at the nub, dipping into your hole for much needed wetness. Your other hand travels up soft skin, pads of your fingers grazing collarbone, and then they curl around your neck. With a little pressure, your thumb grazes your jaw. Like he does, except your hands aren't as deliciously rough or as large. You slip a finger in, and then two, water pounding your back and eyes screwed. You push past that initial tightness, searching for a little give. When it comes, cunt clenching around your fingers, just shy of that sweet spot as you press your clit with the heel of your palm; you're imagining it's your roommate. He'd wrap those thick forearms around you, press his cock to the crest of your back and touch you like you deserve.

You do it like Miguel would, reverent , touching you as if you were clay at a potter's wheel. In the hands of God herself, you cum; falling, falling, falling; tumbling down white water rapids and spit back up into the rushing water. You're panting, now, out of breath.

When you sink onto your bed, you realise it's not quite enough. Still in a fluffy robe, steam curls from your skin like clouds – ones that smell of cheap body wash and shampoo. Before you know it, you're reaching for your phone, sending two quick messages to a certain somebody.

[Sent: 15:32]

hey mig

[Sent: 15:32]

where did u go?

You don't expect a quick reply - he's never been much of a texter. But those three dots pop up in no time at all, much to your surprise.

[Received: 15:33]

Out.

[Received: 15:33]

Running errands.

It's succinct and to the point – of which you expect nothing else from Miguel. Your thumbs fly to the screen to reply but another message tugs the rug out from under your shaky legs.

[Received: 15:35]

Is everything okay?

[Sent: 15:35]

yeah

[Sent: 15:36]

all good

When that provides no response, you're left chewing on your lip, anxious. He's seen the message, he's read the message; but for some reason, several minutes go by and there's no response.

You're ready to give up and chalk it to your roommate's hot-and-cold nature, when your phone rings.

Immediately, you pick up.

" Don't believe you." His voice rings out, tinny, nestled amongst the covers.

"Hey, Mig." You settle down on the bed, putting him on speaker and placing it by your ears.

" Did you hear what I said?" His tone is deep and intense, making you shiver. It's not quite the same, of course, but you're reminded of nights spent with his lips tucked close the shell of your ear.

You swallow. "Yeah. I… I did."

" You sure? Because you suck at lying."

"Don't be an asshole."

" Think I get a free pass when you disappear for the whole day."

You roll your eyes. “You didn't call–”

“ Would you have answered?”

Ouch. He sounds frustrated, the quiet chatter of his background bathed in heavy silence. Silence thick with tension, and you almost choke on it.

He breaks it with a heavy sigh. “ You okay? ”

“No. Not really.”

“ Okay. ” He lets it sit for a while, before saying, “ I'll be home, soon. There's leftovers in the fridge, and you should eat, sweetheart. You want anything from the store? ”

His voice is so, so soft. It crackles like kindling on a fire: warmth that blooms and spreads to your chest. Like slipping off frozen gloves to thaw off in front of a heater, and he just makes you feel impossibly warm.

“Not really, thanks.” You mumble it, and hear a satisfied grunt from the other end. Before you change your mind, you say, “Sorry. M'sorry.”

Miguel gives a light chuckle and you think you can hear him smile, the kind you always chase after a stupid argument: one that tugs at the corners of his pretty lips.

“ You've got nothin' to be sorry about .”

He gives you a moment to feel the weight of his words, and ends the call. That heat at your chest blooms.

If Miguel O'Hara is the Sun, then maybe you don't mind being pulled into his orbit; bathing in steady light and warmth.

~~~

He comes home with flowers. A beautiful bouquet; delicate and balanced, featherlight wildflowers and brush, interspersed with sprays of blue and purple and pink. It's wonderfully dense, reminding you of the tangles of colour a child might decorate a picture with in wobbly crayon. Simply put, it's nothing short of a vision, and you notice how delicately he places it on the dining table.

With the rest of the grocery bags, Miguel clatters in, and you can't help but be curious. You're poking through the bags, sitting on the counter as he puts them away – after offering to help, of course, but he bats you away easily. Your bare legs bristle in the chill brought on by the window cracked open, and he just breezes past.

The cabinet opens with a thud , and your roommate busies himself with putting away food. Carefully, you watch the way the muscles of his back flexes this way and that - cut and lean under that thin sweater. He’s otherwise occupied, and so you take the opportunity to stare, playing with a loose string at the hem of silky shorts. And so, it makes you jump when your phone buzzes beside you. Innocuously, you glance at the notification, and your eyes go wide.

“Who’s that?” Miguel asks, voice light. With that freaky sixth sense of his, he doesn’t need to turn around to know, it seems.

“Lyla.” You murmur, reading the rest of the message.

“ ...And? ”

“Uh. Well…” Blinking, you can’t quite believe what she’s asking. “ Girl’s Night . I-I mean… she’s asking me to come with her for a Girl’s Night.”

“Really?” His tone is surprising, and you can hear how he beams by its lilting nature. Maybe he’s laughing at you, maybe he’s not, but you snap back regardless.

“ ... don’t act so surprised.”

“ You sound surprised.” He laughs.

“It’s different when I do it.” You say simply. “I just… I didn’t expect it. I didn’t even know we were close enough to–”

“Bullshit. You text her all the time.”

“A couple of times, Mig.” You correct him, trying to pin down a suitable response to give Lyla. You draw a blank. “I don’t want her to feel like she has to, or anything.”

He turns around, sleeves still rolled up. The look he gives makes you wither: one that could say about a million things. You think it means cut the crap , but he could just be constipated: you haven't quite mastered the art of reading Miguel O’Hara.

“Do you want to go?” He gets closer, hand flat on the counter next to your thigh.

You nod, and his hand creeps up and up.

Giving you a little smile, he shrugs. “Then go.”

It makes you shy. Bashful , even; and you’re wriggling as he squeezes the flesh. A hand on his forearm, and he’s close; so much so that all you can feel is the press of skin, and feel gentle breath fluttering past your cheek. You’re stuck underneath the gaze of his pretty lashes, and entranced at the way he licks his even prettier lips. A sudden thought seizes you - so heavy it makes your chest tight and leaden.

Oh. You want to kiss him.

In a moment, it’s gone. A broad palm nudges your thigh aside, and you’re shifting so he can reach the drawers just by your legs. You oblige, falling back into familiar routine.

Life moves on. Like Miguel said it would, and you find yourself entwined with the idea of time passing. Lying awake each night, picking out sand from underneath your fingernails, after clawing your way out of the hourglass. Steady, slow dregs; and it's tipped over each morning, restarting the clock.

The flowers disappear from the dining table. Miguel retreats into the folds and dark corners of your apartment; you see him less and less. Passing ships in the night, you seem to miss each other by a fraction of a second. All of a sudden he's busy , and all of a sudden you're swamped with work. You only see each other at night, looking out for the bits and pieces left as proof of life: sometimes he'll leave a hot flask out for you in the mornings, and you'll greet him with a cheesy soap in the evenings. If he's not leaving later and later after work, that is.

He looks tired, you note. Exhausted; prone to little yawns as you turn to him every now and then whilst watching on the couch. It's sweet, the way his frown has made way to a dopey smile, but it's frayed at the edges, tinged with something you can't quite place. You let him sleep that night, bringing pillows to lay his head on, and wrapping him up in that old blanket.

Girl's night creeps up on you. It shakes you by the shoulders when you collapse on the sofa after a long day – and you're rushing to get ready. There's no Miguel to make sly remarks or prod you into action, this time. You wonder what he'd say about what you're wearing; a leftover dress buried in boxes from your ex's apartment.

Short, tight, snug; it has you feeling glamorous – but you hope it doesn't look as fanciful as it feels. Too much; yet again, you're worried about being too much. Even though you're running a little late, you take the time to carefully apply makeup; something shiny on your lids, a dab of blush, and gloss slathered onto your lips. When you sling on little heels, and snatch a petite bag from the hooks near the door, there's barely enough time to catch that last glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Down and out you go, into a dusky night.

~~~

“I had to go through her manager– and wait, can you believe this girl has a fucking manager, now?” Lyla bats at MJ's shoulder, and the redhead laughs good-naturedly.

“It's not– she's exaggerating! My manager's just my mom, I swear.”

“It's a good thing, no?” You smile, taking a healthy swig of a brightly coloured cocktail.

“It means she is booked, and–” Lyla hiccups, raising an unsteady glass that threatens to tip. MJ straightens her elbow instinctually, before raising her own. “ – very busy .”

It's your turn to laugh, glass held high in the air. With a clink , there's a clash of crystal that's all but drowned out by the chatter in the upscale bar.

Somewhere fancy, courtesy of Lyla. One of those places that serves tiny portions in big, empty plates, a fusion of cultural food with white, upper class owners. No-doubt the result of summering somewhere in the ever-broad global South , Lyla had said slyly, under the lip of a menu.

There's powdered sugar on the rim of your flute. It dissolves on your tongue. You down the rest. Sickly sweet, and you wipe what drips onto your lips.

It has you checking your phone. Miguel hasn't called, not that you were expecting anything. Whilst Lyla and MJ talk, you scroll mindlessly through his chat; a smattering of one word answers. Missed calls. Unanswered messages.

" –what about you, babe?"

Your eyes snap back up to meet Lyla's, expectant.

"Uhhh…"

"Nevermind." Sharp eyes travel to your phone, and there's a flash of recognition. "Miggy said you're in school. He said you're gonna graduate early, this year."

"He said that?" You're confused. "I mean… I'm trying but it's not looking like that, right now."

She wags a finger, shaking her head like she's trying to remember something. "No, no, he seemed adamant. Said you're working hard, doing well."

"Doing better ." You correct her, shyly.

" Bullshit. " She says it the way Miguel does, and it makes you laugh. You see it now; he's the product of the people he loves. A kind of Frankenstein's monster, he's stitched together those bits and pieces; he's made himself beautiful. You wonder what piece of you he carries. If he even holds you that close to his chest.

"I bet you're doing amazing. " MJ finishes. Her smile is warm, and copper-coloured; it feels hazy and ambered in your little corner. "Better than me, anyways. I would rather die than go back to college."

"Back?" You ask.

"Oh, of course! You don't know." She giggles, leaning in like she's about to say something scandalous - the drink is clearly doing its job. Her next words are an exaggerated stage whisper. "I dropped out."

" Seriously? " You play along, with faux shock.

"...damn right she did." Lyla gives a drunken wave to a nearby waiter, asking for another glass of wine. Something expensive, she whispers, giving a deceptive smile.

"It just wasn't for me, I guess. I went because everyone around me was going, even Pete. Uhh, English Lit, or something. And it didn't… I–I mean it just wasn't–"

"It didn't click."

" Right!" She snaps her fingers. "It was too much. I didn't know what I was doing, I was 18, for God's sake. Think I stuck at it for a bit too long, honestly."

"...and the world didn't explode." You breathe.

MJ answers with a knowing nod. She chugs the rest of a crisp Mojito, raising the empty glass once more.

"To doing better ."

You're quick to follow. "To doing better."

Lyla frowns, looking for a glass that's tucked into the corner. The room must be spinning already, with the way she pats around for it. You nudge it towards her with an elbow, and she's raucous; crumpling into a fit of giggles.

One drink turns to two, two turns to three, and then four ; until you're ready to spill out onto the busy strip. When the waiter places a slip of paper into the centre, one with so many zeroes it makes your eyes bulge, you don't even have to pretend to reach for your wallet. Gleefully, Lyla picks up the bill, sliding a shiny Amex card onto the dish.

She's generous, you note, as she buys a bottle of wine to go when MJ picks up her bag. She's perceptive, too. You see it when MJ wrings her hands, still tipsy and stuttering in her heels as you pile onto the street. She's making apologies already - I've got an early start and need to see my May - but Lyla intercepts. There's the gentle clink of a bottle thrust into her hands, something expensive, and she kisses the apples of her cheeks before sending her off in a taxi.

Her own cheeks are ruddy, rosy with drink and she splits into a wide smile. The back of her hand comes up to your neck. Warm , she whispers, before linking arms with you like a schoolgirl off to do something they shouldn't.

Eventually, with shaky legs, you end up in a nightclub. She knows someone who knows someone, apparently, and you're ushered into a packed place just off 76th. Lights and pounding music, a flurry of limbs; you let the crowd take you in. If this is what it means to be a part of a whole; some writhing, heaving beast, to be more than your hand in someone else's and theirs in yours; then you could live here forever, you think. Forever, for the night, for the next ten minutes; you blink , and time passes.

You're having fun, you think. Letting the blood rush to your head, hips swaying to the music and you don't push away the quiet snap of a phone camera, nor it's red recording light. Dancing, singing, many seem to be pulled into orbit around you. This is how it works , pushed into an ebb and flow of people held together by broken lyrics and a thumping bassline. You let it wash over you, all-consuming, dragging yourself into murky depths.

You're in a booth, now, anchored by a dainty hand around your wrist. Pupils blown, she cups your face to inspect you, to figure out where you've gone. Someone's bought you a drink, there's a stranger's arm around your shoulders, but Lyla pushes them both away. Too much? It's a question, of which you shake your head firmly - lolling and with a distinct lack of fine motor skills - no. Not enough.

You blink. Bitter liquor hits your throat, and you chase the taste of somebody else's lips. A stranger, and even under the influence you know it doesn't feel right. Bile rises, and you're gone, clamping onto your stomach and trying not to hurl.

You blink. You're on the sidewalk, with a heavy head on someone's shoulder. The strap of your heels dig into your ankles and you fumble with it, trying to stop the road from spinning. Lyla holds you up, not much more up to task than you are.

A car pulls up, and at first you don't recognise it; entranced by shiny rims coming to a stop. You look up, still buried in Lyla's thick jacket; and you see it. You see him.

Miguel's wearing glasses. That's the first thing you notice, stumbling to your feet. Immediately, your face cracks into a dopey smile, leaning onto the lip of the open window. He gives you a once over, swallowing thickly, brows drawn.

Quiet chatter flys straight over your head. Lyla arguing, Miguel wagging a finger at her; but all you can see is him. It's like you've got blinkers on, tunnel vision making you focus on the curve of cheekbone, and the way his eyes scrunch up around black rims and glass.

You clamber into the backseat.

“Get in, Ly.”

The other woman seems resolute. “ M'not –”

“Did you take something?”

“Fuck you.” Flashing a middle finger, she wraps up her coat like a robe, walking away down the road.

He's adamant, driving up next to her. You keep your head on the glass where it's cool.

“Let me take you home. Please. ”

Frowning, she stops. When he leans over to open the passenger's side, she slips off her boots, and sidles in.

Their voices feel like a blur. You can barely register, only picking up half of the words hissed under their breath.

“... I called you, you can't give me a lecture…”

“...not fair, Lyla…. can't keep babysitting…”

“... fucking hypocrite… not the only one… I'm going through some shit…”

“...too far…. always taking it too…”

He drops her off outside of the apartment. From the backseat, you're sobering up; able to catch his heavy sigh as he watches her through the window. It's only when he sees her walk in does he turn to you, passing bottled water kept in the console.

“You want to come out to the front?”

You like the way he says it, for some reason. Any anger or frustration he had towards Lyla dissipates. He doesn't bring that into a quiet conversation with you.

He's too solemn, too serious, and so you clamber into the front over the console; limbs and legs everywhere, as obnoxiously as you can. A slight elbow to his chest, a hand clutching his shirt; you want to make him laugh. As you settle onto the seat, you see it: huffing dramatically, he gives you a small smile.

Miguel reverses back out onto the road.

You blink, and you're home. Legs still shaky, he helps you up the stairs, settling you onto the sofa. Car keys clink onto the dish by the door, and he slips off his coat – that brown one, your favourite, you think.

Fumbling with the strap of your heels, it must be too painful for him to watch as Miguel settles by your feet. His big, strong hands are surprisingly deft when he undoes the dainty buckle.

“Are you mad at me?” Meekishly, you watch and he shakes his head, not making eye-contact. Maybe it's the alcohol, but you're staring; looking for that light in his eyes amongst the dark room.

Now, he looks up. “What?”

“M'just looking.” You say, chewing the inside of your cheek as one shoe slips off. “ I'm not allowed to look?”

The other one comes off, and he hisses when he spots a little cut where the strap dug into your ankle. He can't help it, rolling it gently in his hands, trying to ease the pain with a massage.

“You wear glasses.” You say it softly, more to yourself than to anyone else. Giggling now, you cradle his face and he sits up. “I didn't know that.”

“ That's not – I've always worn glasses. You're just not paying attention.” He shrugs lazily, but he's smiling.

“Not true , Mig. I would've noticed.”

“You're drunk–”

“When it's you, I always pay attention.” Absent-mindedly, your hand curls into his hair. He keens . “Like… your hair's getting longer.”

Gently, he shakes out of your grip, getting up. “I know, I know. I need a haircut.”

“I like it.” Starry-eyed, you look up at him. “You're so pretty, Mig.”

It makes him heave. Still tipsy, your legs spread ever so slightly, hand taking his and pulling him closer. Placing his hand on your thigh, you let it trace up, up, up, catching at the hem of your short dress.

He practically caves in, collapsing next to you on the couch.

“You should–” His eyes are glassy as you ease yourself onto his lap. “ F-Fuck . You should go to bed, sweetheart.”

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, you roll your hips, watching as he groans wantonly.

“But I'm not tired.” His hand ends up on your waist, applying just the right amount of pressure. Underneath, you can feel him stir, increasingly hard under loose sweats. “And you haven't touched me in weeks. ”

You're exaggerating, but it goes to his head anyway. He buries his head into the crook of your shoulder, whispering into the bare skin.

“I know, I know…”

“Just the tip, Miguel.” You're grinding your clit onto him, pussy barely covered by a thin thong. Whispered into the shell of his ear, you're a siren, honeyed words dangerously close to breaking him down. “Just the tip, and I promise , I'll let it go. Please , baby.”

Your dress rides up, and his hands come down to palm at your ass.

“ Please…” You're pleading, lips on his neck as he squeezes, forcing you down to hump directly over his cock.

“Oh, shit.” His hips jump once, twice; and then he stills, hands at your hips and ass to stop you.

Desperate, you whine, trying to fight against it. He doesn't let up, hand cradling your chin so you can look him in the eye.

“ Bed .” He says, shakily. “Not like this.”

He slips you off, noticeably adjusting his pants. Legs spread wide, head tipped back as he sighs; he looks delicious , and you're fighting off the urge to let him take you right there and then.

You stumble through the little hallway, pushing past some doors. Something clatters into your thigh, and you hear a dull thud as another thing falls to the floor. Frustrated, you strip down to your underwear, something light and lacy and it leaves very little to the imagination.

There's a bed, and you collapse on it; swimming in the silky sheets. It smells like him - musky and oaky and gentle - and you think you must be dreaming already. And then, you sit up, realising too late - this isn't your room.

Miguel wasn't too far off, hearing the thumping and clattering; hesitant as he opens the door. You're wrapped up like a present, spilling out of lingerie on his bed. He swallows, turning away to dig into his wardrobe, intending to pull out a baggy shirt for you.

“ Miguel .” You croak, but he ignores the want in your voice, so heavy it goes straight to his cock. “Miguel, please. ”

All his shirts blend together. He can't concentrate.

“Do you think I don't want it? Because I do, fuck, I need it. So bad, baby, please.” Your body heaves with a half sob.

Heart splintering, he turns. Finally, you meet his eye. You spread your legs.

“ Here. Right here .” You tap your clothed cunt with shaky fingers, pulling your thong to the side. His eyes drink it up, the way you glisten when your cunt eats up the fabric. You know he's watching, and you take advantage of it, circling your clit with the pads of two fingers. “Like this . When I touch myself, I think of you… d-did you know that?”

Swallowing roughly, he can't take his eyes off of you.

“What… What else?” He croaks.

“I think of your tongue, a-at my pussy. And your fingers… God. ” You slip a finger in, and he watches as your cunt clenches around it; gushing and sloppy. “Your l-lips. Meant it, before. When I said you were pretty. Want to sit on that pretty face and watch you melt– oh-h- fuck- ”

He wants to lick it up, all that slick that sluices from your hole. His mouth waters, just thinking about it.

“Put another one in, for me.” He says it low, sinking to his knees to watch you fuck yourself.

Nodding, you oblige.

“Does it feel good?”

“ Yes. ” You don't hesitate.

“Can you fit another one? Want to see how good she looks when she comes, sweetheart.”

Three fingers in, now, and he slides your thong a little further aside; reaching up to press his thumb to your clit. Light streams in from blinds cracked open and highlights your thighs perfectly. Nevertheless, he adjusts his glasses to make sure he doesn't miss anything.

The twitch of your leg, the way your hand cramps up, the way your lips curl into a delicious O - he sees it all, commits it to memory.

“ Faster , please.”

“ Doesn't –” You're frustrated, clearly chasing something that refuses to surface. “Not the same. Can't fucking reach. ”

He titters, nipping at your thighs and soothing the bites with the flat of his tongue.

“Poor baby. Will you let me help?”

Fervently, you nod, slipping out your fingers as he takes off his glasses. They're discarded, too foggy to be useful right now.

“Did I tell you to take them out?” He sighs and gestures for your hand. Wrapping his lips around them he sucks them clean, humming lightly. He pats your clit with a wet slap, content. “Put two fingers in, sweetheart.”

Doing as he says, your head feels full - cotton wool and bubble wrap, only able to focus on the pleasure building behind your clit. And when he slots two fingers in next to yours , it rips out a gravelly moan.

“ Here? ” He says dragging himself deeper, curling his fingers up. “Or is it… here? ”

You groan, limp against his hand as you feel impossibly full. It reminds you of the stretch of his cock; creaming around the base of his two fingers and yours. That wonderful curl as he pumps himself in and out, cupping your hand in the process to make sure you match his pace. He can feel your walls spasm around him, impossibly soft and velveteen.

“Can't say no to you,” His eyes are low, grunting as he palms himself roughly. “Even though… fuck … even though I should.”

It's wet, the slap slap slap of skin against skin echoing in his room. Miguel sits up, pressing his lips to your neck, and you take the opportunity to slip your other hand into his sweats. You start pumping, in time with his ministrations, eyes blown as you swipe your thumb over his weeping slit.

You know he likes it rough, and you jerk him into your palm; fast and hard and you watch as he matches your pace. Even now, you're competing, trying to catch the him up; to see who can make the other cum first.

You push back on his fingers, hips slotting against his, whispering nonsense into his neck. You're too fucked out to care; confessions you never thought would see the light of day. All the little things you like about him, things he says, things he does; and you don't even register the ochred flush smattered along the ridge of cheekbone.

He spills into your hand, and you're quick to follow; cumming around him as his fingers stutter in and out. It feels good , dangerously so, and has you pressing shaky kisses around his mouth, and nipping at his bottom lip.

He stills, but you're greedy, aching for more. You want him in you; seating his thick cock deep inside, painting your walls with hot cum, and pushing it back in with deft fingers. Every part of you is on fire, barely satiated by your heated foray.

You tip back onto the bed, and he joins you; caging you in with thick forearms, looking at you like you've stolen all the stars in the sky. That feeling , again, slams into your chest like a bullet. Messy hair, ruddy cheeks, hand gently tracing your jaw; he looks gone, and oh so soft. You want to kiss him ; and it's a thought that sticks, embedding itself somewhere you can't reach to dig it out.

“ Miguel .” You whisper, enough alcohol at the edges of your mind to stop thinking and spill your guts to him, unfiltered. “Are you sleeping with someone else?”

His eyes flit over your face before answering and he shakes his head.

“No. No. Just you. Only you.”

“ Don't believe you .” But you want to. So, so desperately. “Promise me?”

“I promise, sweetheart.” He swallows. “Are you?”

“No. Don't think I could if I tried.” It comes out watery, stuck at the back of your throat.

He just looks, for a moment, cradling the back of your head.

“I want to kiss you.” It spills out from your lips.

“I know.”

“Then why won't you kiss me?”

“Not a good idea.” He strains, kissing your forehead, and then each cheek. Hesitating, he places a gentle peck to your chin. “Ask me tomorrow.”

He says it simply, too easily; and it makes you want to sob. When Miguel slips away, and you hear the sound of a light turned on in the bathroom, you can't move. Catatonic; you blink, and he's cleaned you up, and slipped a shirt over your shoulders. Laying back in his bed, you watch as he lingers by the doorway, shrouded in shadow.

Goodnight. Y ou think you say it out loud, but it echoes in your head.

He says back, but not really. Instead, he leaves that goodnight hanging by the doorway like an old coat, and you wrap it over your shoulders.

It keeps you a little warmer through the night.

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Dean's Dream P8

Title: Dean's Dream Part 8 Words: 3,688 [Didn't realise how long this chapter was but I hope you enjoy 😁💟] Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: Strong language

Part 7

Y/N's POV:

None of my memory before my coma came back, I learnt to accept that Dean was only a figment of my imagination. Years ago when I had gone looking for Dean I returned home, spoke with my therapist and worked hard to heal. My therapist seemed relieved that I now shared his belief that Dean wasn't real but seemed sad as he recognised that all I had been fighting for was gone. I had a rocky recovery, often mourning the anniversary as it passed me by.

It's been 4 years now. I still think of him, I still think I see him in crowds but it isn't as frequent as it used to be. I isolated myself from the world, even a short walk to the shop was upsetting to me as seeing happy couples or thinking I see Dean shakes me to my core. I haven't had the strength to say his name out loud since I came back from Salt Lake City and doubt I ever will. My soul is empty and no matter how hard I fight, I know there is no one cheering me on or smiling that I'm still here. I'm a shell of a person and doubt I will ever truly be happy because my happiness wasn't real.

I sat in my apartment crying for the billionth time, hugging my pillow tight to my chest. Closing my eyes as I picture Dean hugging and comforting me like I always did. Knowing he'd never truly be here.

Dean's POV:

Life feels like a blur. Once Sam and I left Salt Lake City, I isolated myself a little, finding comfort in being alone and imagining she was real. I would often find myself talking in an empty room, imagining she was with me but as soon as I was distracted, she was gone. The breakdowns it caused only hurt more because like in the dream she felt real.

Even after 4 years, Sam is still worried about me. We barely talked about her and it took me a while to get back to my normal life. I was never fully healed as every time I went back and was alone it reminded me that the perfect woman wasn't waiting for me. She wasn't real and I need to learn to accept it. There was a time, on a hunt, when we saved a girl from a burning building and she said Y/N was still inside. I rushed in, looked everywhere and it messed me up. I was burnt, I inhaled smoke and found that she wasn't my Y/N. It ruined me as it reminded me that my Y/N isn't mine and she isn't real. I'll never find her and she'll never be in my arms.

She made me a better man, I never kissed anyone after her, never even thought anything sexual for anyone but her. Sam thinks it's not good to still miss her but has used it to our advantage at times. His most painful one was when we got caught by a group of demons, we had fought as best as we could but were defeated. I gave up so deeply that I didn't even make sarcastic comments or insults. They had beaten us until we were barely conscious, blood and bruises covering us as we sat tied to the chairs.

"Dean, they threatening her," Sam tried.

"What?" I asked confused thinking it was some code I couldn't decipher. The group of demons looked at Sam confused.

"If they kill you, Y/N dies too. They're going to kill her," I filled with rage. I know he's just trying to get my fight back but he doesn't have to hurt me in the process.

"Y/N, huh?" A demon asked approaching me with a smirk. "Oh, Dean's in love. Don't worry, Sam right. I'm going to find her, I am going to pull her nails, her teeth, her hair out. She'll scream for your help but you'll already be dead." The demon smirked. I clenched my jaw and fists. I blacked out from the rage poisoning my veins.

The darkness cleared as I stood, beneath me were all the demon's bodies. I must have gone crazy with my anger as Sam looked terrified. I didn't know I had the strength to even stand never mind fight the group of them and win. I'd untied Sam, punching him in the stomach for manipulating my emotions.

Y/N's POV:

I sighed putting my headphones on, it was time to leave again and I was taking the necessary steps to allow me the strength to leave the house. I walked to therapy, head low, hood up as I made my way there, I ignored the world around me. Once in his office, he smiled reassuringly.

"How've you been this week?" Noah asked, opening his file to start taking notes. I sighed as I slumped back in my seat.

"Same as always," My tone flat, like usual. Noah nodded as he wrote in the file.

"So, no memories." He spoke to himself as he wrote. We'd given up hope that the memories would come back but always asked on the off chance. "How many times have you thought you'd seen Dean this week?" He asked looking at me deeply. I sighed, my eyes closing from the pain squeezing my heart and throat making it hard to speak.

"4," I admitted, he nodded, watching me. Waiting for me to explain.

We were just wrapping up our 2-hour session when Noah walked me to the door. "Oh, have you decided where you're going on your trip?" He asked nonchalantly. I shrugged. "Do you think Salt Lake City?" He asked, shocking me. We haven't mentioned Salt Lake since I got back. Why bring it up now?

"I hadn't thought of it, why?" I asked but he shrugged.

"Just thought you might have fun. I'll see you in two weeks," He added. I walked out confused. I started walking home wondering why on Earth he had thought that. I put my headphones on as I walked, my eyes staying low.

Dean's POV:

I pulled up to the diner Sam and I were going for lunch as a break from the case. I was in a world of my own as Sam talked about the case. My mind only went to Y/N as I wondered about going back to Salt Lake City. I don't know why but I felt a strong urge to go back and check if she was there on the off chance.

"Are you even listening?" Sam asked grabbing my attention. I looked up at him as he stared expectantly. I rolled my eyes at him but froze. Y/N! Looking out the diner window, and over Sam's shoulder I saw her walking past. I had seen her hundreds of times but this felt different, the sun was reflecting on her face, her hair softly blowing in the wind.

"Do you see her?" I asked Sam quickly, not taking my eyes off her in case she disappeared. Sam turned around and shrugged. She's fake. Just my imagination hurting me again. Sam turned back looking a little confused only confirming that she wasn't real.

"The hot girl?" He asked, I quickly looked at him, eyes wide before rushing up from my seat. "Dean?" Sam called after me as I hurried through the diner, dodging people as I rushed to the door. I swung it open, running after her. She's real. She has to be real.

"Y/N," I shouted, probably louder than I should have but she didn't react. I stopped in my tracks, it mustn't be her. I sighed as I watched the back of her hair, tears filling my eyes as I was once again reminded she wasn't real. She stopped at the edge of the path. She looked to the left, checking there were no cars. I saw she had headphones on and still looked like her. I gasped, resuming to run after her. What do I even say to her? What if she has no idea who I am? I just have to introduce myself, if she doesn't know me that's fine. If she's single I'll just flirt and she might fall in love with me.

Y/N's POV:

I checked the road, I know I don't have anything to live for but jumping in front of a car seems excessive. I waited as cars passed, rolling my eyes as I just wanted to be home. Crying into my pillow and thinking of Dean. I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder, I took an earphone out as I turned around. Something must have fallen out of my pocket or something. I turned to see a very hopeful-looking Dean. The air in my lungs left. I was frozen in place.

He smiled, admiring me. Is it Dean or does he just look like him? I was in a coma, there's no way he was in the dream with me.

"Hi," He finally said. From his starstruck expression, It seemed like he knew me. I smiled softly, admiring the green eyes I had forgotten the details of over time. God, they're even better than I remember. I bit my lip as I watched him. Maybe I should say something. What do I say?!

Third-person POV:

Dean admired her, seeing her in front of him was surreal to him. He had imagined, he had dreamed and hallucinated she was real but here she was and he couldn't believe it. Neither could she.

"I don't want to sound crazy so, hi, I'm -"

"Dean?" She questioned, although she hadn't said his name in 3 years it still slipped from her tongue like silk. Her eyes filled as she recognised saying his name healed her heart a little. It was all the confirmation he needed to know she was real, she was in the dream and she loved him. He smiled a wide grin as he looked at her. She smiled brightly, recognising it was really his name and he was there.

He wasn't sure what to do now, he had dreamed of meeting her but now he felt nervous knowing she might be different from her dream. 4 years have passed, maybe she moved on. He wanted to do something, offer to spend time with her but he doesn't know what to do.

"Are you single?" She asked, he looked at her a little confused.

"Yeah," He responded a little confusion showing in his tone.

"Good," She smiled. Her hands moved to him, quickly. Her hands are on the back of his neck as she pulls him in. Their lips connect in a passionate kiss. Dean's hands found her waist, pulling her deeper into him, deepening the kiss. She smiled against his lips, Dean soon doing the same. Finally, in each other's arms, hearts healed. The kiss felt the same as all those years ago, the love still there, the way they kissed the same way but this time was different because they had waited so long and both believed it would never happen again. Dean's hand moved to her cheek, holding her as if she might disappear again. They continued the kiss even as Sam approached them, confusion riddling with his expression.

From Sam's perspective it looked as though Dean had simply wanted the hot girl as she passed the diner, now that he's followed him he expected to see him flirting, trying to get her number. And yet, Dean is making out with a seemingly stranger. He wondered if losing Y/N had finally made him go mad.

"Hello?" Sam exclaimed, unsure of what to say. Dean knew instantly it was Sam and he should probably pull away from the kiss to introduce them but he's waited 4 years for this and didn't want it to ever end. Not after his heart was so broken before. She pulled away, much to Dean's dismay. She smiled at him before turning to Sam. Her mouth dropped open as she rushed to hug him.

"Sammy!" She exclaimed excitedly. Her best friend is finally here. She missed having him to talk to, he always listened without judgment and was great at giving advice. Sam looked at Dean confused as she hugged him, he hugged back to be polite once he noticed Dean's eyes admiring her as he smiled brighter than he'd ever seen him smile before. The wheels in his head turned slowly but once he realised he pulled away to look at her. He cupped her face in his hands, looking her over. His mind was swamped with how she could be real or if she was a deceitful monster. She smiled brightly, chuckling slightly.

"Wow, don't kiss my girlfriend," Dean commented, getting closer to move Sam's hands from her face. Dean and she shared a telling smile at his words. Dean wrapped his arms over her shoulder, keeping her close to him as he kissed the top of her head.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I assume you don't know me but we were best friends," She introduced holding her hand out to him. Sam smiled, shaking her hand.

"We didn't think you were real, I saved Dean but you weren't there," He explained, confusing her slightly. Her eyebrows furrowed softly as she looked at him. "The Djinn, that's how you were in the dream, how did you get out?" He asked, now convinced she wasn't real just some kind of shapeshifter or demon. She has to be.

"I was in a coma for 3 months, that's how I was dreaming of Dean. What do you mean Gin?" She asked, Dean glared at Sam as he had made the encounter awkward and probably confusing to her.

"Go back to the diner, we'll be there soon," Dean instructed to Sam as if warning him that if he stayed he would hurt him. Sam hesitated. When he didn't move Dean rolled his eyes. "Just get her the same as me, we'll be there soon," Sam thought it was a bad idea. It's probably a monster or demon messing with Dean's emotions.

"We need to do the tests," Sam said quietly to Dean as if she couldn't hear him but she did and was confused. Tests? She thought. Dean groaned, tipping his head back, done with Sam.

"We'll do them in the diner, walk away," Dean instructed warningly. Sam hesitated but made his way back to the diner.

Y/N looked at Dean confused but he smiled and she couldn't stop herself from smiling back. He guided her to a bench where they sat close to each other. Dean faced her as he held her hand in his lap. She waited patiently for him to explain.

"You're understanding and I shouldn't doubt you wouldn't believe me but you just have to let me explain okay?" He asked, she worried slightly but nodded knowing he was the same Dean she would have trusted with her life. He smiled at her movement, squeezing her hand slightly to calm his nerves. Knowing she was real was enough to give him the strength to explain. "Sam and I, in this world. We hunt monsters," He hesitated as she looked at him confused. Waiting patiently for him to explain, he smiled knowing she was willing to listen. "Monsters, demons, angels, they're all real and Sammy and I save people from them. The Djinn, Sam mentioned. They abducted me and they have the power to put you in your dream life, my life with you, but Sam saved me and I woke up. I searched for you but I couldn't find you and I even tried to get abducted again to see you but I couldn't," He explained, holding her hands close as he feared she would pull them away and leave again.

He watched as her eyes wandered around, thinking. She was clearly confused and startled by the information and Dean grew anxious as he waited for her response. She nodded softly, processing it.

"So you were put in your dream life by a monster?" She asked slowly, Dean gulped, eyes filling as he feared she would call him crazy. His breath quickened as he nodded, not able to say a word. His heart preparing to break. "Okay," She added, nodding and smiling softly. He was confused, startled almost at her response. His eyebrows furrowed as he admired her. She chuckled softly. She moved her right hand from his, his disappointment written across his face but her hand moved to his cheek, filling him with hope and love. "Dean, I was in a coma and dreamed of our lives together, I spent 3 years thinking I made you up and thinking I was insane. Knowing you're real and you were in the dream too is also crazy so it only makes sense that crazy things caused it." She explained, rubbing her thumb on his cheek slightly as he instantly felt eased. He sighed, smiling brightly. Leaning in to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss, her hand moving from his cheek to the back of his neck as his hands moved to her hips.

He lifted her from her seat, sitting her on his lap so she was straddling him. She giggled against his lips. "We're in public," She explained leaning back to smile at him but his bright smile never wavered.

"I don't care. I finally found you, they can look all they want," He explained before his hand moved to her cheek, pulling her in and back on his lips. She smiled as she kissed him. They sat making out for a while before Dean pulled away. She looked at him confused but he chuckled, tucking some hair behind her ear as he admired her. "I'm getting too excited," He explained making her giggle as she realised his meaning. She nodded, moving to get off of his lap but his hands anchored her back down. She giggled as she looked at him confused. "Give it a minute," He commented making her laugh as she blushed. He smiled, taking the time to admire her. "Why didn't you believe I was real for only 3 years and not 4?" He asked curiously. She smiled just from hearing his voice.

"I woke up after we kissed and believed you were real. Even when everyone was telling me it was a dream. 1 year after I woke up I went to Salt Lake City to look for you. I waited outside the house we had, Sam's wasn't there anymore and went to a cafe and finally believed you weren't real," She explained sadly. Dean perked up at her words chuckling softly.

"May 3rd?" He asked making her chuckle.

"Yeah, you woke up at the same time?" She asked but he smiled.

"I woke up after the kiss as well. I did the same thing. We must have missed each other," He explained not realising how close they had been to meeting all those years ago. They smiled, sharing another kiss before they stood. They walked hand in hand back to the diner.

"I love you," Dean confessed as he stopped at the door. She smiled brightly.

"I love you too," She admitted with a soft chuckle. He kissed her again feeling like he needed to kiss her enough to make up so much lost time. She smiled against his lips finally feeling that she had her reason to live again.

They walked into the diner, returning to Sam as his spine straightened at their presence. She smiled warmly as she slid into the booth, Dean soon following her and holding a hand on her thigh needing physical contact at all times. He held the top of his hand as she smiled at Sam. Sam looked at them slightly confused.

"We can do the tests if you want?" She questioned, he smiled softly before going into his bag.

"You tell her?" Sam asked, Dean smirked as he looked at her admiringly.

"Yep, just as understanding as before," He commented making her smile as she blushed. He kissed her sweetly but she pulled away quicker than he wanted.

"You won't remember but we had rules about PDA in front of Sam," She commented but Dean groaned, his head tipping back but smile never fading.

"You don't mind do you, Sammy?" He asked, prompting Sam to agree but Sam's face didn't confirm it. She chuckled as she shook her head.

"You've waited 4 years, you can wait till we're alone," She commented but Dean smirked.

"Oh, you want to be alone with me," Dean teased making her laugh. She playfully rolled her eyes as Dean smirked.

Sam did the tests finding she was clean and real. He instantly calmed, wanting to know everything she remembered about the dream as they ate once their food arrived. He admired how Dean watched her, how they seemed to quickly fall into a routine and comfort. He slid his drink to her, and she picked out the lime and placed the pickles from her burger on his plate, both acting as though this was normal even though in reality they had just met. Sam's smile never faded as he watched the scene.

Once they had finished eating Dean draped his arm over her shoulder, holding her close as he admired her telling the story of Sam's birthday, Dean giving input on his perspective as he was present at the time. She smiled brightly as he spoke, admiring him, memorising all she had forgotten.

Neither knew love would be this simple or happy. Both realising the wait was worth it and souls returned as their closeness brought the joy in and sorrow out. Sam couldn't have imagined how Dean would be around her, never seeing his brother in love before made it seem even more surreal to him. Dean often stole short but sweet kisses, his smile never leaving his lips. She held her hand on his thigh as he drew patterns on her shoulder. She rested close to him, happy for the first time since she woke up.

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moonswolfie · 10 months

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True love's kiss

Kenma x gn!reader

i was actually debating between this idea and a "take your kid to work day" idea where kenma would take the kid to the company and hyjinx ensue but i ended up going with this one, might still use this idea for a different character tho

the next part won't have just a daughter i promise i just really love imagining the characters with a daughter (；′⌒`)

"Wait. Where's daddy?" Koyuki's hand stopped as she was about to take a spoonful of breakfast into her mouth. You looked over.

"Daddy's gone for work. He went early today." you gently explained to her, patting her head. You already knew what was coming, so you mentally prepared yourself.

"B-But.. I didn't even say bye to him!" Koyuki started tearing up, shaking slightly. She always gets really sad when she doesn't get to see Kenma off for work.

"It's okay. He'll come back home later and you'll say hi to him instead of bye. Isn't that better?" you tried reasoning with her.

"But he promised to play with me!" Koyuki was now full on bawling, rubbing her little fists against her eyes. She really regretted being stubborn and staying in bed when Kenma came to wake her up.

"Now, now. Daddy is a busy man. He wouldn't have been able to play with you for long in the morning. Isn't it better if he plays with you after kindergarten? He'll have lots more time then." you started gently brushing your fingers through Koyuki's hair, because you know she finds it calming.

"No! It's too long! I want him to come back now!" Koyuki started pushing your hands away from her hair.

"He can't. His work is very important, because he earns money this way." you calmly explained why that would be impossible to her.

"But I'm not?!" she seemed intent on causing you a headache at 7 in the morning with her wailing. But that's just how it is with children sometimes.

"Koyuki, we have to go to kindergarten. Let's continue eating." you picked up her spoon, gently taking the food close to her face. Despite her tantrum, she decided to keep eating. Guess hunger overcomes anger. You smiled, patting her head once again, and she pushed your hand away.

She was really stubborn and uncooperative for the rest of the morning too, making you two late for kindergarten. You apologised to the employees, explaining what happened and they didn't seem mad about it, which was good.

All that you could do now was hope that Kenma will come home with enough will to play with Koyuki.

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"Is daddy home yet?" Koyuki asked for the hundreth time while you were cleaning the kitchen counter. "He will be home soon."

"You said that like a hundred times already!" She yelled back from the living room.

"Well, I don't know what else to tell you. You asking when he comes home won't make him come home faster." You put away the washrag, rinsing your hands in the sink.

Koyuki didn't yell anything back, meaning you won. For atleast another five minutes, that is.

Just then, you heard the sound of Kenma's car pulling up in the driveway. Right after, you heard the sound of Koyuki's little feet running to reach the front door as soon as possible.

You followed after her, wanting to see your daughter hug your husband. It was a sweet, domestic sight you couldn't get enough of.

"DADDY!!!" Koyuki practically jumped Kenma as soon as he opened the door, clinging onto his suit as if he returned after 8 years instead of 8 hours.

"I'm home." He greeted the two of you, patting Koyuki's head. She made cute little happy noises and you couldn't help but be a little jealous of Kenma.

"Welcome home. A little birdie told me you promised Koyuki that you would play with her today." You gently reminded Kenma, although a bit passive-agressively. You shouldn't be mad at Kenma, but it IS sort of his fault that Koyuki was insufferable today.

"I did." Kenma looked at you apologetically. Seems he realised what happened. "Sorry."

"It's fine. Kids are just like that sometimes." You assured him, Koyuki looking between you two curiously, not understanding your conversation at all.

"Let's go daddy! Come on!" Koyuki was pulling on Kenma's hand, though that didn't make him budge at all.

"Yes, let's go." He let himself be lead to her room.

Normally, you would be a little sad about not getting a welcome home kiss from Kenma but you suppose getting Koyuki out of your hair makes up for it.

Some time has passed now, and your phone buzzes with a notification. It's a text from Kenma which simply reads "Help. Save me."

You giggle to yourself at this, and go to Koyuki's room to rescue your poor husband. You can't help but wonder what she's done to him.

When you enter the room, you find a proud Koyuki admiring her work.

The work being Kenma dressed as a princess, laying down on the ground with closed eyes.

"Look, it's princess daddy! Wait... daddy, what's your name again? Princess daddy sounds weird." She pointed to Kenma when she noticed you at the doorway, Kenma jumping up into a sitting position.

You were trying your damn hardest to hold back your laughter.

"Don't." he warned, before looking over to Koyuki. "My name is Kenma." Koyuki's eyes lit up as she reintroduced you to Princess Kenma.

"Wow, she sure is a pretty princess." You complimented with a cheeky grin, closing the door behind you to join them.

"Don't play along, please..." he begged you in a quiet voice. You were about to tease him when Koyuki's shrill little voice interrupted you.

"Hey, the princess is supposed to be in deep sleep right now! No changing the story!" She scolded Kenma and he sighed, then laid back down and closed his eyes, muttering something about wishing he could be playing videogames right now.

"And the only thing that can wake her up..." Koyuki scooted closer to you "...is a true love's kiss!"

You ooohed in interest before suddenly getting an idea. "True love's kiss, huh? How about I try it?"

Kenma twitched, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks, but he stayed in position. Koyuki looked at you, then at Kenma.

"Are you a prince?" She asked, completely serious. You cleared your throat. "Yes, I'm a prince from a far away land. I wish to try and revive the princess." You elevated your preformance with a bow.

"Try it!" She encouraged and you kneeled next to Kenma, leaning over to his face.

His face scrunched up when he felt your breath, and you gently carressed his cheek before leaning in to kiss him.

"Ewwww! You actually kissed on the lips! Yuck!" Koyuki ran to the door to get away from the sight.

Your guess is that she was expecting a kiss on the cheek like you and Kenma always give her.

"Wait, don't you want to see if the princess woke up?" You called after her jokingly. "No! Ewww!" You could hear Koyuki's footsteps as she ran away.

Kenma sat up again, staring at you with furrowed brows, and you simply shrugged at him. "I saved you, didn't I?"

#haikyū!!#haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu time skip #kenma x reader #kenma x you #kenma imagine #domestic #fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #kozume kenma #kenma kozume #˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗

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The weight of the burdens

Joe Keery x fem!pregnant!reader

Requested by; anonymous

Contents; Angst, fluff, pregnant!reader, 8 year age gap

Summary; Y/n finds out she's pregnant with Joe's baby not too far into their relationship. While waiting for him to arrive home, she has a mental breakdown.

Y/n started dating Joe three months ago. Three months. It's not a casual relationship; her birthday is coming up, and Joe has been planning something for her. He hasn't said what, to avoid giving away the surprise. But he described it in one word. Big.

After Joe's previously... devastating relationship, Y/n has been trying to make things easy for him. She wants to help, of course. Help as much as he's willing to let her. As much as she's willing to go for it not to come across as pity.

Nothing has been rocky so far, which is obviously a good sign for a blossoming couple. Besides the initial drama about their age gap, which doesn't even bother either of them themselves. But as Joe said to the press in response, anything and everything could cause hysteria. He's wasn't wrong. There's worse age gaps.

Nothing could get worse. They've finally gotten over the scandals and the drama. Now they can just relax. Or at least, Y/n can relax while she sits snuggled up under a blanket, perhaps with some hot chocolate while watching a film.

That's just how Joe invisions Y/n's time alone while he's away at work.

Y/n stares at the wall, breathing irregular and sharp. Every so often, she glances back to the pregnancy test in between her fingertips, as if it will change the next time her eyes re-trace the lines.

Fuck.

Slipping the test into her pocket, Y/n finally decides to leave the bathroom after an unknown amount of time has passed in the bathroom. She sits on the sofa, not knowing what to do with herself. The TV is on, but the sound is completely drowned out by her thoughts.

She'll have turned 24 by the time she'll have the baby. That just feels too young. She's still got a life to make for herself, not a life to make in general. Does she even want to keep it? Her gut says no. Her brain says no. But what about her heart? Her heart doesn't know. Her heart makes her think about Joe.

Poor Joe. He's been through a lot of stress in his previous relationship. Y/n doesn't want to be the cause of it, too. She's supposed to be the solution, right? She'd just be making more problems for him by having this to deal with, too. It's just going to add to the weight of the burdens he'll have to carry. She already feels guilty, and nothing has happened yet.

Options of what to do run through Y/n's mind. None seem like perfect options. She could just not tell him and secretly get an abortion. It sounds dumb when she thinks it through. Keeping a secret just sounds worse. Tell him and see what he has to say. That sounds horrible, too. What would he say? What would he do? Would Joe break up with her because he wouldn't be able to handle the stress? Would he get angry, sad, excited? She just doesn't know. None of her options are good options.

Just as her anxiety peaks, she hears the front door of the apartment unlock. Joe is home. She tries to get herself together as quickly as possible, but her hands won't stop shaking.

"Hey, baby." Joe's voice calls through the apartment, sounding rather tired. The strain on his voice just makes Y/n more hesitant to tell him what she's thinking. That's when she realises she's taken way too long to think of a response. "Baby? You okay?"

Y/n's head snaps over to look at Joe in the doorframe. The look on his face says it all... It's been a long day. He takes off his coat and tossed it onto an armchair.

"I'm fine. C'mere." She murmurs, reaching out her arms to him. He smiles softly at her and walks over to sit in the empty spot. Their arms simultaneously wrap around eachother in an embrace, Y/n's face nuzzling into the crook of his neck, Joe's nestling into her hair.

It's so calm that Y/n is close to deciding to not tell Joe any of it. He seems calm, she feels calm. So that should be enough, right? But she can't just keep a massive problem like that a secret. Not just to appease him. She's got to say it. But can she get the words out?

"...Joe?" Y/n murmurs, muffled by the skin of Joe's neck. He turns his head as much as he can to look at her face from a better angle.

"Yes?" He questions. He sits back so he can look at her face. He hears that tone of voice and knows there's something bothering her. He gives her a gentle look to reassure her, whatever it may be.

"I, uhm... Well, there's this... I don't know how to tell you, but..." She trails off each time she tries to tell him. Then, she realises that she doesn't have to get the words out. She looks him in the eyes, regretting it afterwards, and slowly pulls the pregnancy test out of her pocket with her trembling hand. She panics and tosses it into Joe's lap.

Joe looks from her to what's been thrown onto him. He turns it over to see the outcome of the test, and his face falls into something unreadable. He looks at Y/n, then back at the test, then back to her again. "Baby..."

"Yeah, there is one." She replies, confused by what sounds like him speaking as a caveman would.

"No, I meant you baby."

"Ohhhh. That makes more sense."

They laugh softly, softly so that the laugh makes them feel better, but not enough to pierce through the worries and tension.

They make eye contact again, both of them a sombre expression sinking into their features. The look they give each other is enough. Words are unnecessary to say what their eyes say. They don't know what to do.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery x fem!reader #joe keery x you #joe keery x y/n

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lavenderstobins · 30 days

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Here’s a masterlist of all the fics I’ve posted, as well as some of the various AUs I post about! Mostly Robin/Nancy and Steve & Robin 💜

AO3 | AO3 Masterlist | Twitter | ☕️Ko-Fi

🪻Highlights

➤ love will tear us apart Steve & Robin | T | 12k Robin gets Vecna'd. ➤ leave the speaker on and stay Steve & Robin | T | 8.6k | stobin month 2023 Steve and Robin meet in 1984 instead. ➤ through the years we all will be together (if the fates allow) Steve & Robin | T | 19.6k Steve and Robin work on Christmas. Everyone brings a little bit of Christmas to them.

🦋 Series

Josieverse | Robin raising her daughter

➤ bright as the morning sun Steve & Robin & Josie | G | 1.4k | stobin month 2024 A slice-of-life oneshot revolving around Robin, Steve and Josie. Eddie's there, too.

➤ here's to my future (here's to my yesterday) Steve & Robin & Eddie | T | 3.3k Robin’s three months pregnant and still only two people know. They’ve been invited to Dustin’s Halloween party, though. She can keep it a secret. Probably.

➤ all for freedom and for pleasure Steve & Josie & Eddie | G | 0.8k Eddie discovers that Robin’s daughter has learnt how to blackmail people.

➤ half of my heart is in your chest Steve & Josie & Eddie & Robin | T | 0.6k A collection of ficlets from Josieverse.

Spider-Man AU | Steve and Robin grapple with being superheroes

➤ in the web that is my own, i begin again (WIP) Steve & Robin | T | 3/8 | 20k Steve has powers. Robin doesn't... yet.

Dragon Age AU | Stranger Things in the world of Thedas

➤ in war, in peace, in death Steve/Eddie, Steve & Robin, Robin/Nancy | T | 7.8k Steve realises Robin's alive, trapped in the Fade.

🌿 Multichapter Fics

➤ you're out of touch, i'm out of time Steve & Robin, Robin/Nancy, Steve/Eddie | T | 12/12 | 75.5k Steve and Nancy travel back in time to 1983 and try to fix things.

➤ one more or one less (WIP) Steve & Robin | T | 1/20 | 2.5k After Starcourt, Steve realises that Robin's missing.

➤ holding my last breath (WIP) Nancy/Robin | M | 1/9 | 3.6k When teenagers start being killed in Hawkins, Nancy’s determined to solve the mystery. (A Scream AU)

➤ neck full of mockingbirds (WIP) Robin/Carol | E | 7/60 | 5.7k Carol and Robin, from start to end

➤ chasing visions of our futures (WIP) Stevie/Eddie, Stevie & Robin, Robin/Nancy | T | 1/7 | 1.9k Stevie's dead set on nudging Robin and Nancy together. She's not expecting to realise her feelings for Eddie along the way.

🧡 Oneshots

➤ you got light in your eyes Steve & Robin | T | 7.2k Steve can't stop thinking about what Mr. Hauser had told him about Robin. (Sequel to Out of Touch)

➤ the pleasure, the privilege is mine Steve & Robin | T | 7.6k Robin won’t let Steve go alone. Not even at the end of the world.

➤ share the same space for a minute or two Robin/Nancy | G | 2.4k Nancy isn’t yet sure what to do with herself now that the world isn’t ending. Robin helps.

➤ the future's unwritten, the past is a corridor Nancy & Eddie, Steve & Robin, Robin/Nancy, Steve/Eddie | T | 7.2k Robin and Nancy have just moved into their new house with their son, next door to Steve, Eddie and their daughter.

➤ guess i'm a coward (i just want to feel alright) Steve/Eddie, Eddie & everyone | T | 7.2k When the bats attack, Eddie sticks to the plan, and he runs, and he lives. He thinks, maybe, that he’ll hate himself forever for it.

➤ every time it rains Steve/Kali | G | 1.6k Kali wouldn't class herself as someone fond of walks, but she is fond of Steve.

➤ cracks in your ceiling Robin/Nancy | T | 9.9k Nancy has a movie night with friends, invents a new disease, and quite possibly has her life ruined by Sigourney Weaver.

➤ if this feeling flows both ways Robin/Nancy | E | 9.1k Nancy accidentally receives a sext from Robin and can’t stop thinking about it.

➤ now i've found a real love Robin/Nancy, Nancy & Mike | T | 8.7k Nancy Wheeler deserves a good Christmas. In fact, they all do.

➤ used to be you but now it's you and me Steve & Robin | T | 2.4k | twin stars stobin zine contribution It's only natural to cry on your birthday.

➤ 'cause i'm gonna be free and i'm gonna be fine Steve & Robin | T | 7.5k Two decades after the Upside Down closes for good, Steve's daughter goes viral on TikTok, and things quickly escalate from there.

➤ this dream isn't feeling sweet Lucas & Robin, Robin/Vickie | T | 13.1k Lucas finds himself struggling at the post-championship game party.

➤ i wanna be adored Nancy/Eden | G | 1.9k Nancy's lonely. Eden's there, though.

#remaking this bc i accidentally broke the last post #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #stobin #ronance #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #sapphirerays #lavenderstobins #lesbianancy #my fics #ao3 masterlist #ao3 writer #st fic #st fanfic

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jarenka · 8 months

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I guess I need to make a time-travel au tag. Here it is.

And here are a bit of additional plot for it.

1) It becomes known that some separatist leaders including Dooku himself were working with the Chancellor of the Republic, they were declared traitors by a lot of members of CIS. Republic uses this situation to offer ceasefire. CIS has to agree because it's army at a disarray and one of their generals straight up tried to kill Dooku after calling him traitor. A lot of jedi returned to the Temple.

2) Anakin insists that Ahsoka needs a different master. She needs a "true" jedi, not him. He even tells her that he plans to leave Order. She doesn't want to change her master and pretty sure that Anakin will recover one day. "What if it takes years?", he asks. "Well, I still need to catch up with all these courses I missed because of war", she answers. Anakin still can't completely comprehend that they have a lot of time ahead of them. Ahsoka easily can spent next 7-8 years being his padawan.

3) Anakin tells Obi-Wan all his secrets because... Well, he has nothing to lose now, he already confessed to the Council that he joined Palpatine and killed numerous jedi. Obi-Wan is shocked to hear about Tusken massacre. When Anakin is telling everything Obi-Wan, he suddenly realises how fucked up was Palpatine's reaction to it. Yes, Obi-Wan is shocked and disappointed, and this reaction hurts Anakin (it's exactly what he was afraid of), but at least it seem honest. After being a Sith himself Anakin has more understanding of his relationship with Palpatine. Once he thought Palpatine just supports him. Now he see that Palpatine was buying his loyalty with dishonest "support". And he is angry at himself that he never thought of it when he was a young men.

#star wars #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #time travel au

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himebushou · 1 year

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When you contrast Kazuki and Rei's motivations against their actions, there's a bit of a gap.

Following Yuzuko's death and the ensuing guilt that Kazuki felt, one would assume that the natural thing to do would be for Kazuki to leave his line of work. Instead, Kazuki appears to do the opposite — he emotionally closes himself off for a long period of time to avoid becoming invested in people, believing that he is incapable of protecting others. He focuses on his work rather than turning away from being a hitman.

Rei, meanwhile, made an active decision to leave the Suwa family home, and by extension, the organisation. For Rei to have concluded that this was the best thing for him to do, he must have recognised that something about his life wasn't quite right. He is, after some sort of negotiation, allowed to depart — but instead of being able to explore whatever it was that led him to realise that he needed to go, Rei also focuses on his work.

The pair maintain a sort of languid existence until they meet.

Kazuki and Rei saved each other. Kazuki was once again able to care for someone and commit to caring for someone; I think the key difference between Rei and other people (in Kazuki's head, at least) is that Kazuki knows Rei is very, very difficult to kill, which gives Kazuki some peace of mind. Rei doesn't need Kazuki to protect him, as such, since Rei is perfectly capable of protecting himself. Rei's strength and aptitude enable Kazuki to relax.

Similarly, Rei is rescued by Kazuki's kindness. I'm sure he had been shown kindness before, but it's doubtful that Suwa Shigeki, one of the most influential people in Rei's life, ever showed him affection. Therefore, when Kazuki arrives, armed with rubber gloves and a vacuum cleaner, deep down, Rei is staggered by the sheer depths of Kazuki's compassion. Kazuki's kindness is not grandiose. It is simple. Rei left the Suwa house but could not take his recovery further — then Kazuki appeared and gave Rei a physical environment that he could perhaps begin to recover in, one that deeply contrasted with the austerity of Rei's family home.

In essence, Kazuki and Rei gave each other security.

There's a lot of emotional closeness. In Episode 3, when Kazuki breezily brings up his childhood, Rei responds, "You don't usually talk like this." The 'usually' highlights that the topic has come up before. In Episode 8, when Miri asks what happened between Rei and her 'grandfather', Kazuki is privy to a lot of details about the family dynamic. He discusses matters which he's unlikely to know about through sheer conjecture. As such, I believe that Rei must have opened up to Kazuki, at least once.

Miri is the catalyst. She is another reason to move on, be different. To change. Kazuki has the opportunity to finally be a father. Rei, the merciless killer, can protect.

It's a good thing that they bumbled through those earlier years, asking questions and not finding answers. Ultimately, it resulted in the trio finding each other.

#buddy daddies #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Red Dead Redemption 2 - Masterlist

Arthur Morgan x female Reader

I also have some gn!reader fanfics, I marked them blue in the line of title :)

"Chance Encounter" : unfinished, slow burn, story heavy

A girl at Emerald Ranch meets a rough outlaw. By chance, their lives get entangled more and more with every encounter.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18. Chapter 19

"Spark": completed, enemies to lovers, 8 chapters

A reckless girl who stands for everything Arthur tries to overcome joins the gang. Even worse, she is related to Micah Bell.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

"Amidst a Crashing World": work in progress, fluff, 5 chapters

You left the gang because Arthur rejected you. One year later, he turns up in front of your little cabin with an interesting request.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Cowboys and Kittens: high honor, fluff

Arthur meets a distraught girl and cheers her up with kittens.

The Romantic Poet: high honor, fluff

You find a flower in your tent. It doesn't take long to figure out who might have left it there.

Rainy Days: high honor, fluff

Arthur invites you to stay in his tent, after you ran across camp in the pouring rain to deliver him his dinner.

Whorin', shootin', faintin': mid/low honor, drabble

A wounded man seeks shelter at your cabin.

A Helping Hand: tb!Arthur, fluff & very mild angst

Sick Arthur stubbles across reader's camp when she asks him for help.

Of Missed Opportunities: tb!Arthur, angst

You have to say your last good-bye to a man you wished you had spent more time with.

A Selfless Act: high honor, fluff

Abandoned by your former partners, a cowboy saves you from freezing to death.

Need: mid/low honor, mildly suggestive

After weeks of teasing, Arthur decides to act.

Winter Cowboy: high honor, fluff

Shivering, Arthur returns to Colter where you are ready to warm him with cuddles.

The Sweetest Taste: mid honor, mildly suggestive

Neither a drunk reader, nor a drunk Arthur is ready to lose a bet.

A One Time Thing: high honor, fluff

Your horse throws you off into the river, luckily you got Arthur to keep you warm.

First Kisses: mid honor, fluff, suggestive

In an attempt to cover up a sloppy escape, Arthur accidentally steals your first kiss.

Logs and Campfires: high honor, fluff, pining, drabble

You fall asleep next to Arthur at the campfire and the man just doesn't have the heart to wake you.

Anger: mid honor, angst, fluff, anger, happy end

Arthur had a terrible day and takes it out on you.

Captured & Captivated 1 & 2: low honor, suggestive

You have to strip for your freedom.

Jus' a little longer...: high honor, drabble, fluff

Arthur claims that hugs are overrated, you prove him wrong.

Cold: high honor, fluff

On your escape through the Grizzlies, you and Arthur look for a place to rest.

Not Quite Drunk 1 & 2: mid/low honor

You make the mistake of pickpocketing a certain handsome cowboy.

The Caretaker: high honor, fluff

You take care of a failed Peacemaker.

Finding Purpose in the End: high honor, hurt & comfort

You approach a discouraged Arthur for a private conversation and surprisingly find him opening up to you more than you'd have expected.

It pays: mid/high honor, fluff, suggestive

You join Arthur in the bathtub. This is the perfect opportunity to get closer to him.

Cruel World: tb!Arthur, drabble

A short story in which Arthur overhears someone singing "Cruel World" and realises something.

The Rescue: high honor, fluff

While scouting ahead with John, you go missing in the mountains for Arthur to find you hurt and cold.

Drunk Kisses: high honor version, low honor version drabbles

A drunk reader gives Arthur a kiss. Same prompt, different honor.

Treat - Valentine's Special: high honor, fluff, drabble

Arthur brings you chocolate.

Those Lovely Words: high honor, fluff, drabble

Arthur reacts to you calling your horse a good boy.

A Fool Remains Foolish: high honor, fluff

A drunk Arthur stubles into the bathroom to take a deluxe bath. He doesn't recognise the woman who he used to know and love in the past.

Unspoken Fascination: mid honor, fluff, slight angst, drabble, gn

No matter how many imperfections you find in Arthur's appearance, you love him deeply.

Quiet, Solitude Hour: mid honor, fluff, drabble, suggestive, gn

On a hot afternoon, you find camp deserted with only one lazy cowboy to keep you company.

A Deal Worth Taking: low honor, drabble

Arthur scams a nasty guy for you.

Simple Nights Spent Together: high honor, fluff, drabble, gn

Reader wants Arthur to understand that every time they get to spend with him is precious.

x Tomboy Reader: high honor, fluff

Arthur meets someone who had left the gang a couple of months ago. To his surprise, their appearance has changed quite a bit.

Love Confessions: high honor, fluff, drabble

Touch Starved: high honor, fluff, two Parter

Are you afraid of ghosts, Arthur?: high honor, fluff, angst, Halloween Special, gn

You get lost in the forest. Arthur walks you back to camp as you discuss your fears and offers you his tent as a save place to sleep tonight.

Find my recommendation of other people's stories here!

#red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic

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simmer-rhi · 4 months

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Jingle Bell Goth

Part 10

Soundtrack: Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Bing Crosby

With the air cleared and Michael and Siobhan gone, the rest of the Goth family settled themselves into the living room for coffee.

At 8 o'clock sharp, there was a strange noise by the fireplace. Cassandra looked up just in time to see a man dressed all in blue appear out of thin air - what?! Father Winter?!

After her conversation with Cassandra this morning, Bella had been in touch with Father Winter, who they really did meet on holiday in Sulani a few years earlier, and invited him to spend Winterfest evening with family.

Of course, Father Winter's work is wrapped up early, as he delivers presents while all the Sims are still in bed, so he was more than happy to pay a visit to his chums (they still exchange post cards every year).

"I'm so embarrassed..." Cassandra admitted guiltily. "It's just, some of the kids at school said that Father Winter was really your parents. And I told them we'd met you on holiday, but they all just laughed, thinking it was a joke..."

Of course, Father Winter is a right jolly old elf, he's not one to hold a grudge.

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Alexander was elated to meet THE FATHER WINTER (oh my Watcher, all the kids in school would be so jealous), and Cassandra being the best big sister ever, left him to monopolise Father Winter's attentions.

She sat down at the piano to play her favourite concerto - an upbeat melody that made her think of falling snow.

Cornelia drew in closer to listen to her granddaughter play. She was suddenly transported back to when she was a young lady herself, back in Champs Les Sims - she remembered how her parents were trying to push her into a marriage with a certain Mr Straud, that funny older gentleman who had moved into town. On paper, he was everything, but in reality, he had a habit of hissing at the strangest moments.

Cornelia felt it was only right to share this story with her teenage granddaughter. "I realise now, that you must feel how I did then. There are more important things to look for in a partner than a bank balance."

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Cassandra got ready for bed that night feeling pretty satisfied. It had turned out to be a good Winterfest after all. But she had one more fence to mend before she went to sleep.

"Hey, Watcher, how are you?" Cassandra began self-consciously. "I know I don't ever pray to you really, I guess that's what I'm doing now? But I wanted to say... if Father Winter is real, then you must be real too? And I'm sorry I doubted you, and your plan for me. And... well, that's it really. Happy Winterfest."

We all know Father Winter doesn't hold a grudge, but the Watcher? She's a vengeful sort...

The End

Happy Winterfest!

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#jinglebellgoth #ts4 #simblr

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petitmonde · 1 year

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Meet ugly

A set of dialogue prompts and scenarios for meet ugly, because who doesn't need chaos in their lives? Send in a prompt and/or scenario + a ship. Feel free to share and use.

I'd like to thank @missjanjie and @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for their help.

Dialogue prompts

1. "Is that my car?"

2. "Oh, so that was you?"

3. "Please never contact me again"

4. "You shouldn't be in here"

5. "Who the hell are you?"

6. "So listen, I met the worst bitch ever on my way to work"

7. "Can you shut up? At least for ten minutes"

8. "You could say sorry"

9. "Just don't puke on my carpet"

10. "I don't even know you"

11. "I didn't ask for your life story"

12. "I didn't sign up for this"

13. "Okay, rule number one, don't talk to me"

14. "That fucking hurt"

15. "Did your parents hate you when they named you that?"

16. "That is the ugliest dress I've ever seen"

17. "I think I just spilled coffee all over our new boss"

18. "I'm pretty sure my date is hitting on your date"

19. "Wait, this isn't my apartment?"

20. "If you kick my seat one more time, I'm cutting off your legs."

21. "Get out"

22. "Well here's the thing, I don't care"

23. "I'm going to call the cops"

24. "It's loaded"

25. "Shit, I thought you weren't home"

26. "It's been six months and you still don't know their name?"

27. "I think you got the wrong number"

28. "Put your clothes back on"

29. "What the hell is wrong with you? Don't answer that, I already know"

30. "When I see that bitch again"

31. "I don't have a death wish"

32. "I am not getting in that car with you"

33. "Why does this kind of thing always happen to me?"

34. "Okay, for the last fucking time"

35. "Didn't you hear me?"

36. "Get a grip, get a life and get over it"

37. "I am not going to entertain drama, chaos, confusion and madness"

38. "I'm not bothered, not at all"

39. "I knew she was a clown from the jump"

40. "I'm not finished talking to you"

41. "I pity you for the face that you have"

42. "Here, let me buy you a new one"

43. "I don't want it anymore"

44. "You're getting blood all over me"

45. "You will be hearing from my lawyer"

46. "Well, you can go fuck yourself"

47. "Did you ever work in porn?"

48. "Who invited you?"

49. "This sounds like a scam"

50. "$800? I don't have that kind of money"

Scenarios

A. A and B have an appointment at the same clinic after their partner cheated on them, without knowing the other person is their side piece.

B. A server spills a milkshake on a customer's fancy new shirt, and is entirely unapologetic about it.

C. A and B match on Tinder and they quickly realise the other person is insane and unmatch. They then meet again on a blind date.

D. They've waged a passive aggressive war against eachother for years for being 'that annoying neighbour' by leaving notes in the laundry room without actually having met.

E. They're both hospitalised in the same room, and absolutely everything their new roommate does is annoying. And their family and friends are even worse.

F. It's the worst day ever already, and in comes an idiot who thinks it's cute to be overly friendly.

G. A is gleefully eating something B had been looking forward to all week – and it was the last one!

H. A stole B's cat accidentally, but now it's been over a year, so whose cat is it really.

I. A suddenly having to become a babysitter for a very drunk B, a complete stranger.

J. A and B have been tricked into babysitting the same pair of chaotic twins.

K. A finds B wildly attractive, and has had a crush on them for a good while, however during their first conversation, A blanks and insults B.

L. Just your ordinary everyday traffic accident between a car and a bike.

M. A drunkenly texts B, thinking they're A's ex, and now B won't stop teasing them about it.

N. On a skiing trip, A walks into what they think is their own lodge, only to find that the bed they're sleeping in belongs to B, who very much doesn't appreciate waking up to being spooned by a stranger.

O. A is the sole reason they're desperately trying to survive an avalanche.

P. A's dog messes up B's date, but is refusing to pay for a new pair of pants.

Q. A's sibling fucks over B, and when B comes over to slap some sense into them, they end up slapping A.

R. A gets an angry phone call from B, cussing out someone with a name that's similar to theirs. At first they wanted to hang up, but now A just really wants to hear how that person fucked up.

S. A is a stand-in for B's partner in a reality TV show, and is doing their damnedest at messing them up since B was dismissive of them when they met. Revenge isn't always cold, bitch.

T. They're sharing an Uber from a club, and holy shit, A is bleeding all over the place, so B has no option but to help to avoid paying a cleaning fee.

U. A works at an amusement park as a mascot in a suit. B lives to torment the mascots, and now that there aren't kids around, A is ready to let them have it.

V. A is running late, and only notices their shirt is inside out in the elevator. They try to put it on right but they get stuck with their shirt half off. B is the shocked neighbour who finds A like that.

W. A has brought in flowers to work to welcome the new hire, who happens to be extremely allergic to said flowers.

X. Someone keeps stealing A's food from the fridge, and having had enough, A poisons their food with an inordinate amount of chili peppers. Now to wait for the screams of B come lunchtime.

Y. If A doesn't shut up about their ex anytime soon, B is going to blow a gasket and tell them to get a life. They're in public for fucks sake, have your mental breakdown somewhere else.

Z. A has talked mad shit about B at length, not realising they'd be their next opponent in their next match. Now it's personal.

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widow-maximov · 2 years

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Can I request a Natasha x Avenger!female reader, where the team wins Infinity War, so NO BLIP AND THANOS IS DEAD AND ENDGAME NEVER HAPPENS. And Reader wants to marry Natasha but Reader asks Fury’s permission and even Alexei and Melina for Natasha’s hand in marriage. And JUST SOMETHING sweet and cute! And at the end a wedding happens and so Natasha and Reader are now Avengers BUT also wives!

(I’ve always seen Fury as Natasha’s father figure, and it’s a crime that there was barely any scenes that proved that! 😤😤)

Thank you!

Risks

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader

Warning: Pure fluff, a little bit of angst, little bit of smut (18+)

Summary: You never thought proposing could get so complicated.

Word count: 10.5k (oops)

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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Life as a hero- As any hero is a risk, no matter the job, doctor, nurse, police, Avenger like yourself and even with risks you still chose this path.

None of these jobs have it easy that's why it's always highly appreciated, almost by most, but that doesn't matter. Out of everything you done for your team,

This risk that you want to take is the hardest out of all of them, ask your girlfriend to marry you, now anyone would say that it shouldn't be that hard, if you know that this person loves you they will say yes but that's not the issue.

Issue is, asking the family to give the approval even if they don't have to, here is the thing your girlfriend had two families, her crazy Russian family and the Avengers including Nick Furry, that guy scares you.

You realised that you wanted to be with Natasha for the rest of your life and you knew she was your person, but not long ago, when the two of you started to date, it was chaotic.

If you really think about it, even before dating the two of you were like fire and water, two different people who liked doing opposite things, like Natasha liked to train, be on top of her game, whilst you liked to party every night, just to relax.

You didn't even think about being chained to someone at the time, but Natasha did, as soon as she laid her eyes on you she knew she wanted to be with you.

You were confident of what you wanted, and somehow in the end through hard work you always had it in your hands, she liked that because that was her in some ways.

She liked how opposite yous were, even if she was more work concentrated she knew that she would spend her time with you anywhere you went.

Ever since dating you, she managed to convince you to train with her, she loved to stare at you break a sweat whilst she barely did anything.

Something about seeing your muscles flex made her apricated that you were with her and not anyone else. She knew how easy it was to lose someone so she did everything to keep you.

And she managed because you were planning a proposal for the woman you love, the woman that can only make you feel those butterflies even after 8 years of dating.

The woman who managed to open your eyes that it is nice to have someone and know to have their support through everything, that was Natasha, she always had your back.

You can even remember the exact day where you realised you actually loved the redhead, it was the day yous met your parents, they always pushed the subject of you being gay aside.

Always ignored it so with time as you grew up you thought that they finally got over it, you remember that day so vividly..

You finally managed to find a day off and agree to dinner with your parents as your sister was coming into town, you thought it was a good opportunity to take Natasha with you.

If you knew what was going to happen then you would've never taken Natasha with you, it would've spared you the embarrassment but unfortunately you couldn't see the future and walked right into a trap.

You and the Russian have been together for couple months, it was fresh but you thought it was finally time for the redhead to meet the two people that brought you into this world.

Natasha agreed with you, actually she was excited to try to get in their good books, she wanted to know more about you and what the best way of doing so than hearing embarrassing stories about you.

She has seen some pictures of you as a baby but she always wanted to see where you grew up, it made her happy to know you wanted to share that with her too.

You were nervous and Natasha could sense that as you were quiet in the car on the way there, it was different, something you never thought you would ever do.

She grabbed your hand as the two of you were parked outside of your house, you could see that your sister was already here by the car parked where you used to.

"If you aren't ready Y/n, we don't have to do this" Natasha reassured, she never wanted to pressure you into anything.

You finally peeled your eyes away from the house across the street as you looked the Russian in the eyes "I'm ready, its more are you?"

It wasn't a lie, you felt ready or at least you told yourself that in order to show up here with the redhead, you rarely visited your parents, work life and everything else got in the way.

At first they kept trying to make you come over but with time they gave up, it allowed you to live a little without constantly get bombarded to come and see them when you couldn't.

"It can't be that bad" Natasha tried to convince herself as well, she was nervous too.

You gave her a half smile as you both gotten out and finally found the courage to knock on the door, you squeezed Natasha's hand a little as you heard the locks of the door being opened.

For your luck, your sister opened it, she was the only person in your family who accepted you, your brother does too but he doesn't talk to you anymore.

He doesn't contact anyone from the family and in some ways you wanted that too but you still had a sister who you loved too much to abandon her.

You let go of Natasha as you hugged your sister "Finally you're here"

You smiled at her words, as you pulled away, you were about to introduce Natasha but your sister beat you to it as she pulled her in for a hug "Ah you must be Natasha, you are so much prettier in person than on pictures with Y/n"

The redhead let out a laugh "Thank you, but you're stunning too"

You raised your brows at them "Okay, quit flirting with each other, I am hungry"

Natasha smirked as she finally moved away from your sister "Are you jealous детка (baby)?"

You rolled your eyes "In your dreams Romanoff"

Your sister smiled, she never seen you like this, you were happy and she loved that because you rarely were happy "Don't worry Y/n/n, I only have a small crush on Natasha"

You looked over at your sister who found it amusing to tease you "I am sure your husband will be thrilled to find out about this"

She gasped "You wouldn't!"

You smiled as you reached for your phone "Oh I would"

Your sister launched at you as she tried to get the phone out of your hand, Natasha had a smile across her lips because her and Yelena were the same.

One teased another, but minus the gun pointing and choking each other to near death, she titled her head at the thought and shrugged it off as your mother came out to see what is happening.

"What in the world is happening here?" She questioned as she had a confused expression across her face.

You and your sister parted rather quickly, back when this has happened you would end up bent over a stall and got wacked with a belt for messing around.

You both mutter an apology and then you finally greeted your mom, it was a little awkward but definitely you could last in the house because of it,

As you parted, your mother frowned "You brought a friend to a family dinner?"

You looked over at Natasha who was about to say something but you managed to cut her off "I will get to that in a second mom, lets walk inside and not have dad wait for me"

This has taken back Natasha, she had a lot of questions, why didn't you just say she was your girlfriend? Were you embarrassed? But that was cut short when you took her hand in yours and pulled her towards where you assumed was your dad.

As soon as you saw him you let go and walked over to him, giving him a gentle kiss on her cheek and a hug as a greeting form from you, this time Natasha walked behind you, she wanted to get involved.

As you parted, Natasha extended her hand to shake his "Hello Mr Y/l/n"

He had a gentle smile across his face "Ah hello, I remember Y/n mentioning someone coming, i thought she was going to finally bring a boy but this is okay too"

You sighed as you faced the other way, realising that nothing changed, in this moment you didn't even want to tell them you're dating the redhead but now you had to.

"Oh, I think you have it wrong-" She was going to correct him but you butted in.

"How about, I show you something upstairs Natasha?" You wanted to take her hand but you knew it would make this more hard.

She gave you a frowned but either way she nodded and followed you up to a room, she assumed it was your room by the looks of the interior.

As she closed the door, you immediately attached yourself to her as you placed a sweet kiss on her lips, not wanting her to speak for now, it was harder to explain.

She pulled away from you with a smile that you always managed to put on her lips, she wanted to say something but once again your lips got in the way.

You pulled away as you whispered "No talking"

Natasha nodded, wanting nothing more than to just kiss you and feel you against her again, she treasured this side of you in her heart, she loved when you were needy of her attention because she had a lot to give.

As her hands slid down to your lower back you knew that what she wanted, you knew you wanted it but not here, this house wasn't sound proof and the redhead knew how to get out every little bit of sound out of you.

You smiled in the kiss as you pulled away but Natasha had different plans for you, she moved her lips down to your neck, wanting nothing more than to leave a mark.

You chuckled as you pulled yourself away from her to stop her from marking your neck "Not here, if my dad sees this, I don't see it end well for you"

Natasha nodded, fully aware of the consequences but still wanting to taste you, her hands found your hips as she pulled you back into her, giving you another kiss.

Just as she was about to push you against the wall and just do whatever you allow her to do, someone knocked on the door, you sighed knowing that this would happen.

Natasha still pushed you against the wall, pushing a leg between your legs, making sure to cover your mouth with her hand to prevent any moaning to escape.

She opened the door as she peaked out to see her sister on the other side "Hey, can you tell Y/n that dinner is ready to be served but they are waiting up on you both"

Natasha nodded as she closed the door, and looked back at you, eyes on the her the whole time as you felt light friction of her leg against your centre.

A muffled moan managed to escape from your mouth, the redhead knew what she was doing, she unbuttoned your jeans as she slipped her hand into your panties.

Pressing her palm against your warm centre, your back arced of the wall a little, another knock came but this time someone spoke up "Y/n come on down, father is getting impatient"

Natasha moved her hand off your mouth as she inserted two of her fingers inside you "Coming!"

She smirked, she didn't even manage to properly work you and you were already close, it didn't take long for you to reach your peak, crumbling as your legs gave in, but Natasha held you with her body.

You knew if yous don't go now, they will come inside here, so you placed your hand on Natasha shoulder "We need to go"

She nodded as she took her hand out and cleaned it off, as she watched your reaction, as much as you wanted to push her on your bed and show off, you couldn't.

You button up your jeans and walked out of the room having the Russian following you, as you took your places at the table, and had your mom equally spread the food amongst everyone.

The conversation was random and you kept getting more nervous at the thought of telling them, that was until your mother finally did it for you "So are you going to tell us why you brought a friend to dinner?"

You swallowed the nerves that were sitting at the edge of your throat and nodded before finally telling them, you put your hand on the table where Natasha's was.

Taking her hand into yours "I brought Natasha here because I wanted her to meet yous and finally for yous to meet her, as she is my girlfriend"

Your mother frowned "Well we know shes a girl and a friend"

You shook your head "No mom, I am dating her, we are a couple, like you and dad"

Her frown was still there "I don't understand, you're sleeping with a girl?"

You nodded "I wouldn't say it like that but yes"

Natasha for a moment felt proud, that was until your mother words shot that pride "You're telling me that instead of finding yourself a nice boy to marry in the future, you're still playing around in this- this phase of yours?"

Your father had a stone cold face at the news, which worried you a lot, his silence always had you worried, your sister was annoyed with them.

"What is wrong with them being together?" Your sister questioned with an angry tone.

Your mother wasn't letting down "What did I do to deserve this? Where did I go wrong? Why can't you just be normal like your sister and marry a boy!"

Your eyes started to sting at their words, you didn't expect this, you thought they might just disapprove but not this, Natasha narrowed her eyes at them.

Your dad stood up "If you choose this path to go down then we must do what we can, this is your punishment, you are no longer my daughter"

Your heart broke at his words, you always looked up to him as a kid, he always protected you from harms way and your mothers insults, your sister stood up as she banged her hands on the table.

"This is ridiculous! This is not harmful at all, father you are crossing many lines here" Your sisters tone had a warning to it.

In the heat of this, you stood up and ran to your room, as you locked yourself in there. your sister and Natasha both looked back at you, knowing that one of them needed to go to you.

Your sister didn't waste a second as she followed you, Natasha stood up as she looked at your parents "you two should be ashamed that you think treating your child like that is acceptable"

Your mother rolled her eyes "This is your fault, if it wasn't for you brainwashing her, she would've finally married some hard working boy"

Natasha rolled her eyes in disbelief and anger at their words, she knew this was a battle not worth winning, she hurried upstairs just like before but she was met with a sight of your sister pleading for you to let her in.

She saw Natasha, her eyes beamed "Please, maybe you can get in"

Natasha nodded as she walked up to the door, your sister walked down to reason with her parents, see what is wrong with them, as Natasha leaned against the door.

"Hey детка (baby) can you open the door for me?" She expected to be waiting out here and beg you.

But the door opened to reveal you with trails of tears rolling down your face, she was quick to advance towards you, her arms snaking around your body, puling you close as you let out a sob that you tried to suppress.

She took couple steps in still holding you, closing the door with her foot as she slowly moved with you to the bed, so you could sit down, as you did, she placed herself in front of you, holding your hands, occasionally letting one hand fall to your thigh to give it a reassuring squeeze,

Natasha understood why you tried to keep her quiet, you wanted to spend a moment with them before everything blew up like it did now, "Y/n/n"

Her voice made you look up, suddenly feeling embarrassed for her to see you like this, Natasha wiped your tear with her thumb, she never seen you this upset before, it hurt her because all she wanted was to take that away.

"This is so embarrassing" You finally spoke up as your voice was small at first.

"Not at all дорогой (darling), I think you're brave for walking out because I would be near to killing him" She spoke as she caressed your cheek.

That caused a small laugh to escape your mouth, but it dead as soon as it came.

"Can we hug? the way I like it?" You asked and without any hesitation, she nodded.

As she sat back down, opening her arms for you and you being more than happy to hug her, as you sat on her nap with both of your legs of either side of her hips, letting one of her hands play with your hair and the other gently slide her hand down your back, knowing how much that always calmed you down.

Your chin was resting on her shoulder, as more tears rolled down your face, you felt guilty, how could you let Natasha witness such abuse from them, you thought she might take you as a weakling.

"I'm sorry" You cried in her arms.

"Nothing to be sorry for, Baby, you have me to protect you now, they can't do anything to you" Natasha was quick to reassure you, she didn't want you to think that she would think less of you, not everything is under people's control she knew that.

She placed a kiss on your cheek, whispering as many reassurances you needed, you moved away from her shoulder, finally looking into your partners eyes.

The emerald orbs that stared back right at you, made you realise that you loved this woman, you loved that she had your back, you felt safe with her.

Yous managed to finally stand up, you both came to an agreement that yous were going to ditch, take your sister with you so she can meet the team instead of staying here in this toxic place.

As Natasha was going to walk out first, you pulled on her hand as you pulled her back, wanting nothing more than to kiss her, so you did, you felt her hand on your hips, giving it a light squeeze.

But yous were interrupted by your parents bursting inside, your father boiling at the sight of you kissing a woman, "This will not happen under my roof"

He walked over as he grabbed your arm but Natasha stopped him, grabbing onto him "Don't touch her"

He narrowed his eyes and tried to get out of her grip to kick you out but he underestimated women, especially Natasha, her grip tightened "I said don't touch her"

"I don't like to repeat myself, so you're going to hear it once, you and your wife are going to move out of our way as we go, if you try anything I promise you, I won't be your only enemy" She was scary, no one really understood that until they experience it first hand.

Your mother was livid, she stood there shocked "You're just going to let her talk to us like that Y/n?"

You looked at her "Yes, because for the first time in my life, someone else other than my siblings stood up for me, I love her, mom and if yous can't accept that then that is your problem"

Natasha wanted more than anything to look over and show her true reaction but she had to appear terrifying in front of your parents, she let go of your dad as he stumbled back slightly.

You held onto Natasha's arm, intertwining your hands together "If you're gonna disown me then know that it's for the best, I was doing okay without yous and I am sure I will be better now"

They were taken back, usually you just sat there and took their abuse but this time you didn't, you put your foot down and along with the Russian and your sister, yous left.

As you and Natasha got into the car, those words couldn't leave her mind, you loved her, a feeling she was scared to show in case you would run away.

Before Natasha started her car, she looked over at you, you looked at her with confusion to why yous aren't moving off, she had a gentle smile across her face.

"Why are you smiling like that?" You asked with a smile across your lips.

"What you said in there- Did you actually mean it?" She asked, being scared that maybe you just said it to get them off your back.

You knew what she was referring to "Of course, I love you Nat"

She beamed at your words, her hand found itself on your face, pulling you in for a kiss, wanting to take a moment to soak those words in "I love you too"

Of course, that day was something else but in the end it made you realise that she was the person who was going to be by your side no matter what.

Ever since that day, your parents didn't contact you, even if they disowned you, you still wanted to give them one more chance, even if your sister thought otherwise.

Your proposal was delayed as Thanos became an issue, even if everything went well, he died, everything changed, Natasha changed, not in a bad way but the way she saw life was a lot different.

Many died fighting Thanos and that only made her want to be more prepared for the next threat. There was slight distance but you knew her better than anyone else.

So you decided to propose to her, not waste anymore time that has already passed. You managed to convince her to spend some time with the team instead of constantly training.

As you secretly went to meet with her parents, they were going to visit soon but you had to do it before Natasha would spend most of the time with them.

They didn't live too far but you still had to steal one of the jets from the compound to get there, as you arrived, you were met with a party, which was shocking as Natasha always explained that they never liked that type of stuff.

As you walked in, no one even noticed that you were there, that's when you noticed the team, which made you more confused, why were they there in the first place?

You walked up to Sam, who looked sober but that quickly changed when you saw his eyes held that intoxication look "What are you guys doing here?"

He smiled at your presence "We are here to party!"

That made the people raw at his words, it wouldn't been funny if you weren't in a rush to find Natasha parents, but of course before you could do that, she appeared out of no where.

"Oh my goshhh, it's my girlfriend, how are you my sexy детка (baby)" She was quick to snake her arm around you waist pulling you closer to her.

You had a smile from her affection, but you knew she was drunk from the way she spoke "What are you doing here Nat?"

She smiled "Tony wanted to have a party and I knew Alexi needed to chill out with us so here we are"

You laughed it off but that stopped when what happened next shocked you, as you tried to gently get out of Natasha's grasp, she grabbed your right ass cheek with her hand and the other she smacked pretty hard.

That caused a gasp escape your mouth as a smirk appeared on hers "Natasha! Your parents are around"

She nuzzled her face into your neck "God I regret not fucking you sooner, I miss you"

It would've worked if there wasn't a chance for everyone to witness her wanting to publicly fuck you, you managed to push her away, leaving her just wanting more.

"Nat babe, maybe later, I am in a rush" You spoke to her as you kissed the tip of her nose.

She frowned "Where to?"

"I am looking for someone" You told her half truth, not wanting her to find out.

She nodded as her attention was pulled away from you by Bucky and Yelena challenging to do shots "I want to join!"

That was your chance, you needed to find Alexi and Melina before they got drunk and started to do anything the team dared them to, as you walked around the house that you were slightly familiar with.

You were able to locate Alexi by his strong voice and accent, he was somewhere in one of the rooms, you managed to find him with Melina in the same room, they were discussing something.

"I am telling you, something is wrong with them" Alexi voiced his concern to his wife.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation but it was a pure accident, "It does seem like it, maybe we should question them about it?"

You walked in, knowing you couldn't keep listening to their conversation "Alexi, Melina, I was looking for yous"

They both faced you with smiled across their faces "We were just talking about you, which is why we need to talk to you"

You nodded "Okay, sure, what's up?"

Melina gestured for your to sit down to which you did, she then crossed her arms "we are worried about you and Natasha.."

You frowned "Worried about us? Why?"

"We noticed that Natasha hasn't been that in love with you anymore" Alexi spoke quite bluntly which earned him an elbow in the side from Melina.

Now you were worried "What do you mean? You guys think she doesn't love me anymore?"

Melina gave you a reassuring smile "No. It's just that she seems more distant than normal"

It still made you worry, you came in here to ask her hand in marriage and now that they said that, it made your thoughts spiral "I mean it kinda makes sense, we haven't slept with each other for months, she only gets touchy when she drinks"

You covered your face with your hands "Oh god, I feel so embarrassed now, I came here to ask yous if I can have her hand in marriage, I want to marry her but if this is true then she will reject me"

"At least you won't humiliate yourself now" Alexi commented with a laugh that was cut off when Melina smacked the back of his head with her hand.

Melina kneeled in front of you "I think you should go for it, it's only our assumption that could be wrong, and I really hope it is because she is always so happy with you"

You looked up at her "So you two approve?"

She nodded with a smile "Of course, we ship yous to the moon and back"

Alexi kneeled too "She is right, I approve because my little girl is finally happy and stressed free and if yous haven't rubbed private parts together then don't-"

Melina pushed him as he fell to the ground which made him shut up and stop making this situation any worse "Don't listen to him, sometimes he just doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut"

it made you laugh to which you nodded and decided to leave them two be to their own stuff that they wanted to do, even if you still had slight doubt about this but you took a deep breath and tried your best to not think about it but fully focus on making this perfect.

You were ready to ask her, but you remembered Nicki, the scary man that would kill you if you broke Natasha heart, you knew he would be around here, controlling the team if anything went out of hand.

Even if he always said that the team wasn't his responsibility, but you knew deep down that he cared for everyone here, you were able to locate him pretty fast, he hang around Natasha.

You walked up to him as you leaned on your side "Hey Fury, can we talk somewhere quiet?"

He eyed you before agreed and allowing you to follow him out in the balcony "What did you want?"

"I know your busy with the party but I have an important question to ask" You spoke quite sternly, you felt that he liked those type of conversations.

"I know Natasha is like a daughter for you, she speaks about you all the time and it's nice to know that someone is looking after her too, so I felt like this was important to her too" You started to explain, not wanting to waste any more time.

"Get to the point Y/l/n" He crossed his arms as he kept his eyes on your face.

"I want to ask if I can have Natasha's hand in marriage, she means the world to me and after Thanos and everything, I have wasted enough time to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with her" You asked the dreading question, wanting it to be a positive outcome.

He kept quiet as he stared into your sole for a whole long moment, until he cracked a smile "Of course! I approve, marry her Y/n, she deserves to be happy, just like you"

You were quite taken back from his sudden approval, you thought it was going to be a lot more harder but nevertheless you weren't going to argue against that.

He gave you a quick hug and hurried you out to contiune planning your proposal, which you did, but not before you dragged Natasha with you back to the compound.

The whole time her mouth was just attached to your skin, but the words of Alexi kept replying in your mind, maybe it was time to talk to her about it rather than hide behind planning.

As the new day came, you found yourself sleeping in the bed alone again, you sat up and noticed a paper by your phone, you took it "We have to talk, meet me by the jets at 5PM"?

You frowned, can't she talk to you like a normal person after waking up? Not leave letters, even after asking Fury and Melina along with Alexi for Natasha's hand in marriage, you still had slight doubt.

What if they were right, that she was completely out of love with you, what if her distancing herself from you was a sign that you decided to ignore?

You didn't want this doubt, god no, you wanted to believe that she was so in love with you, that she has spent most of her time imagining how it would be to spend the rest of her life with you.

You decided to leave the note where it was, changing in the bathroom and heading to see if the team left for a mission to justify why Natasha was gone in the morning.

But as you walked in the living area, everyone was there, literally the whole team except Natasha "Hey"

They all looked at you, blank expression before smiling hugely at your face "Hey"

You could see by Sam's eyes he had a hangover, pillow over his head to block out too much noise and light, causing you to laugh at him "Someone drunk wayyy too much"

He pointed his finger up as if to warn you but you knew he wouldn't do anything, you sat down next to Steve "Are there any missions for today?"

He shook his head "Uh no, Fury knew that most of us was going to be drunk so he decided against assigning anyone for the time being"

You nodded, this confirmed that Natasha ran away from you in the morning, not wanting to talk to you but leave a note, you didn't even want to talk to her anymore.

So you stood up, as you walked off to spend your time elsewhere, and that was with Maria Hill, you and her were closer than now, well closer before you gotten with Natasha.

It was obvious to everyone that she had a big crush on you, you weren't stupid, she told you herself before you dated Natasha but you never felt that towards her to which she respected.

Even if she still flirts with you and sometimes you flirt back as a joke, it's nothing serious, as you sat on her desk, waiting for her to stroll in and start her work, you knew she would love your company.

It didn't take long for her to walk in, she didn't notice you as her head was down too busy in the papers in her hand, you took that as an opportunity to scare her.

You got off the desk as quietly as you could and walked towards her, with a smile "Hill!"

The sudden scream made Maria jump, she swung with the papers in hand, if you were any closer she would've hit you, you raised your brows at her "Are you planning to kill someone?"

She closed her eyes for a brief moment to take a breath, which helped her calm her heart, she opened her eyes as she was finally met with your grinning face.

"Someones you act like a dick" She answered as she gave you a glare.

You shrugged "How else am I suppose to annoy you?"

She shook her head as she proceeding to walk forward but forgetting that she dropped something, making her trip and fall straight ahead, you not having enough time to react, made you both fall to the ground.

Maria on top of you, your noses close to touching which indicated how close yous ended up to each other, you started to chuckle " Never took you as a top Hill"

That caused a blush to spread across her cheeks "Seems like you're lacking more than that"

You smirked "Are you just going to stay like this, pinning me down or are you going to get up?"

She rolled her eyes, getting up and giving you a helping hand, somehow yous still were close, the issue was the this was purely innocent interaction, but as Fury walked past and saw yous being way too close.

He raised his brow ever so slightly at the scene and walked on, as you took couple steps back and sat on the desk again, it was pleasant to be around Maria again, as much as Maria tried to distant herself, she missed you, your friendship that you could only offer her.

You didn't spend too much time over there, you still had other stuff to do, you didn't have a completely day off, you still had to do some reports that Steve asked you to do and then help out Wanda with dinner, even if you weren't going to attend it.

And that's what you did, after 5 hours of being busy, you lost track of time, you wandered into the balcony, looking at the slowly setting dark that consumed the city.

Whilst you stood there, Natasha walked into Maria's office, in hopes of finding you here, that's where Fury saw you last, being way too close to the brunette.

Natasha hoped that she wouldn't see something that would kill her inside out, she trusted you but that didn't mean her doubts disappeared.

She saw no one but Hill, sitting by her desk, with a light on as she was reading something over, that caused the redhead to relax for a moment.

"Where's Y/n?" Natasha asked as she had her arms crossed.

Maria barely looked up to know that it was your girlfriend, she shrugged, which caused the Russian to huff in slight annoyance "She has been here, where did she go?"

This made Maria look up "I don't know, I don't have a tracker on her.. But it seems like you do"

The Russian rolled her eyes "Just keep your distant Hill, I am dating her not you"

Maria crossed her arms that were placed on the desk "By the looks of it, I have more of a chance to score a date than you do, even if you're dating her."

That caused Natasha to frown, you must've told Maria your doubts instead of the redhead "Well sorry to disappoint but she doesn't feel the same about you"

Maria shrugged "That's how it all starts but then you spend time with someone and those feelings form.."

Hill's face lit up in a teasing form "Oh wait, didn't that happen with you and Y/n?"

Natasha knew she shouldn't let that get to her, she knew she should just talk to you and get this sorted but the way Maria seemed so confident that you would form feelings for her, made her worry, she couldn't lose you..

The redhead rushed out, hoping to find you with the team, even if you weren't there the first time she was there. You didn't notice that you missed the time you were suppose to meet Natasha, even if you noticed, you didn't think that you would turn up.

Not after her leaving you in the morning with a note, maybe it was because you thought she was going to tell you that she didn't love you.

As you stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, looking down and just admiring how each light turned on as more dark it got, that's when you felt some kind of warmth next to you.

You looked over to see Yelena, you didn't say anything and just looked back at the city but that didn't stop the blonde to say something "So you're hiding here"

"Not hiding at all, I'm just admiring the city" You answered her still with your eyes glued to the scenery in front of you.

She nodded "Well, Natasha is looking for you.."

You laughed through your nose "Seems like she's making other do the searching for her"

Yelena was taken back by your bitterness "Why are you angry with her?"

You looked down at your hands "I know she fell out of love with me, I don't know if I can face her, knowing she is going to leave me"

Yelena was clearly confused "Uh, I don't know who told you that but she looked worried, she mentioned Maria for some reason, she was desperate to find you so I don't find she was going to break up with you."

You frowned "But Alexi said-"

Yelena rolled her eyes "If you listen to him, you'll end up in jail like him so whatever he said about Natasha's feeling shouldn't even matter, he doesn't know anything"

Yelena was right, if anything she would know more about Natasha than Alexi or Melina, she closer to the Russian, you looked away from her as you covered your face with your hands.

"God I am so stupid, normally I wouldn't even pay attention to that, but she has been so distant lately that somehow it all connect" You explained as you moved your hands away.

Yelena nodded "She didn't tell me much but from what I know, it's just best to talk to her"

You knew Yelena would never tell Natasha's secrets, she had her back which made you adore their relationship as siblings, you smiled at her and nodded.

"Well then I guess this is just the perfect timing, I already asked everyone, can I have Natasha's hand in marriage" You stood straight as she faced you.

You shrugged with a slight eye roll "Technically this applies to parents and all that but you are important to her and frankly to me too"

Yelena smiled "Thank you, now do you want to me go get her or do you want to go?"

You sighed, knowing that you had to finally face her "I'll do it"

She nodded with a delicate smile, knowing that was the best decision, she waved you goodbye as she went off to annoy Kate and let you finally go after Natasha.

You took couple breaths in, as you walked out in the hall and made your way towards the living area, knowing that Natasha was going to be.

As you walked in, Natasha was pacing from one point to another which caused a small smile to spread across your lips, Yelena was right, she was worried.

Tony rolled his eyes "Can you just stand still, you're starting to annoy me"

She looked over at him with a glare "Shut up! What if something happened to Y/n? How am suppose to find her?"

Bucky's eyes founds yours from across the room "There is no need for that"

Natasha looked at him confused, she was going to open her mouth to question him but it was like a bulb lit up in her head, catching on what he meant, her head whipped to where his eyes were.

Finally laying her eyes on your beautiful face, she stood glued to her spot, not being sure if she should embrace you, but she followed her gut feeling.

She walked up to you and pulled you in for a hug, closing her eyes at the feeling of you hugging her back, you didn't feel stiff at the affection that was a good sign to Natasha.

Steve looked up now noticing the sight in front of him "Finally"

Natasha pulled away, still holding you with her arms, rolling her eyes and looking back at you "Can we talk?"

"Please Y/n take her away from us, its just pure torture" Tony pleaded with you as he stood up to get another drink.

You chuckled at his tone and nodded to Natasha, taking her hand in yours and pulling her out to the balcony that you were there not long ago.

Yous stood close to each other but not too close, giving that space in between each other, you leaned your side on the railing, not wanting to say anything first.

She took your hand into hers "Look, I am not going to lie to you, I went to Maria, Nick told me you was there as she was all over you, and she said something that me wonder.."

Your brows furrowed in confusion "What did she say?"

Natasha shook her head "I don't want to ruin your friendship with her but she said she has more of a chance to have you than me.."

Your confusion was still there, you did tell her your doubt about what Alexi said, it must've gave some sort of hope for Maria, the Russian continued "And it just made me wonder if you have any sort of feelings for Maria"

There was obvious fear in Natasha's eyes, it hurt you to see that, you instantly shook your head "No, of course not, I have stated to her clearly that I don't feel the same way about her."

"I know, but after all you can form those feelings after spending time with someone" She voiced her concern to you.

"Maybe so but I never saw Maria as more than a friend, I don't think you realise how much you mean to me, I was going insane thinking you fell out of love with me after what Alexi said" You raised your face a little, more from trying to make it clear to the Russian.

Now Natasha had the frown "Alexi? What did he say?"

You sighed "I noticed that you distanced yourself from me Nat, and I went to Melina and Alexi yesterday, for something.. They noticed your distancing too and Alexi said that you don't seem to be that in love with me anymore"

A single tear slid down your face at the thought of Natasha leaving you, she used her free hand to wipe that ear, making her look up at her with her thumb and index finger.

"I swear to god that man has it coming from me" Natasha shook her head slightly at the thought of Alexi messing everything up.

The corners of your mouth tugged up slightly, Natasha moved her hand as she placed it on your cheek, her thumb slightly caressing your skin "I love you. I love you. I love you"

You smiled "I love you too"

"God Y/n I love you so much, that it hurts, I can't imagine my life without you, I am sorry that I distant myself, I just needed some space after everything with Thanos, I regret not talking to you about it, please don't leave" Her other hand cupped the other side of your cheek, holding your face as she stared into your eyes.

You gripped her upper arms "I wish you did speak to me, we would've avoided this big misunderstanding but I am glad we did now, I never want to leave nor do I want to lose you"

She moved her face towards you, leaning her forehead against yours, you felt the moment was right, you moved your hand to your back pocket, you carried the ring with you in case there was a moment that made everything perfect.

What else was perfect than you and the redhead standing under the stars, having no doubts or worries, just love, that love that drove yous both to this.

You pulled away, making Natasha drop her hands from your face, you looked down at the ring, making the redhead look down too, the instant confusion that spread across her face made you understand that she had no clue.

You cleared your throat as you kneeled down on my knee, putting the little black box in front of you, and opening it for Natasha to see the ring.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova will you do me the honours and marry me?" You asked, having no doubt that she was going to reject you.

She smiled at you using her full name "I will marry you Y/n, now and a million times if that's what you want"

You took her hand after taking out the ring out of the box and slipping that bad boy on her finger, watching as she admired the knew jewellery on her finger.

She leaned down as she placed a kiss on your lips, making you both sigh at the feeling, knowing how long it has been since yous properly gave each other the attention.

You stood up, not breaking the kiss, knowing that any longer and Natasha would be dragging you away to the bedroom and if you were honest, you would follow her without a complain.

That's when most of the team rushed in with phones in hands, making you pull away and get hugged by everyone at the same time, squeezing you even closer to Natasha.

It was a good day in the end for you, and even better to come as you and Natasha now had a better thing to do and that was to plan your wedding.

Something you never thought you would be doing in your life but here you were with your love, happier than ever, standing in the dressing room of the wedding venue, worried that you didn't look as perfect as you wanted.

Yelena and Wanda stood guard of yours and Natasha's rooms, so yous didn't slip out and see each other, they even scold yous separately that it's bad luck but it all felt uncomfortable without the Russian being by your side.

There were some complications that made you worry, this day was suppose to go perfect, it is suppose to be perfect but with the cake missing and the avengers spread out thin, Wanda along with Yelena had to help out.

Even if Peter was suppose to keep an eye out on your rooms, he was busy himself, so Natasha took her chance as she tiptoed to your room, opening it to reveal you in the most stunning dress that she has ever seen.

You fit in it like butter on toast, you looked like a queen in her eyes "Woah"

You turned around quickly as your eyes widen at the sight of your wife to be standing in front of you "Close your eyes! you're not suppose to see me!"

Natasha rolled her eyes but still had a smile "I don't care, I want to see my wife"

She walked up to you taking your hand in hers, feeling that happiness and those butterflies in her stomach at this moment, just like at the beginning of yours relationship.

"I would marry you right here" Natasha blurted out, her eyes dropped down ever so often as she couldn't stop taking you in.

You had a blush across your cheeks at her words "We are going to be married in couple hours"

Natasha shook her head "I want it now"

You chuckled "Well you have to wait baby"

She pulled your hand to her mouth as she held eye contact with you "I love you"

You had a huge smile across your lips, you loved this Natasha, the Natasha that wasn't afraid of being vulnerable with you, she had her heart displayed right in front of you each time and it called out your name.

She kissed up your hand until she reached the sleeve of your dress, she moved to your collarbone then to your neck and giving your lips a teasing taste of her kiss, leaving you to want more.

"I can't wait to kiss you in front of everyone" She whispered as she was inches away from your lips.

You smirked "You mean in front of Maria?"

Natasha tilted her head slightly, closing her eyes "Her too"

You would've rolled your eyes if they weren't closed already "Just remember that I am marrying you, not her"

That had her smiling like an idiot "I know, she will never find out the places that makes you weak in the knees"

You was going to open your eyes to look at her but before you could do that, she pulled you in for a promising kiss, one that promised a future that you could only dream off.

Her hand was on your lower back, pulling you even more closer if that was possible, your hands were on her neck pulling her in too, it was like a spell so compelling that you just couldn't stop.

She pulled away, smirking, knowing that it worked, that you would be staring at her hungrily after this, and that's exactly what was happening.

She pulled away from you entirely, making you miss her closeness within seconds "I better get going before they notice I am not in my dressing room"

You nodded "Go before I lock you in here with me and I won't let you out"

She smirked as she nodded, walking towards the door, she turned once more "Think of me when you're trying to relief some of that stress"

There it was, that feeling at the bottom of your stomach, with the way she spoke and put that imagine in your head just turned you on more but you had to control yourself.

You shooed her out and made sure to lightly touch up the makeup that Natasha manage to ruin, as time went by everything was ready, the only thing that was to do was for you to walk out.

You hoped to see your parents, your dad who was going to walk you down the aisle, it would make this day even more better knowing that they finally accepted it.

You sent those invites, you waited for some sort of answer back but nothing, you still had slight hope as you stood now in from to the door that was blocking you from seeing Natasha.

You wanted to cry but you knew you couldn't, you needed to be strong and enjoy this evening, this was an important day for you, you accomplished so much and you were proud of yourself.

If your parents didn't see that then that was their problem even if that made you sad, you sighed as it was the time to walk out, Steve was suppose to walk you out but instead Maria appeared by your side.

You was a little confused but decided to not question it, she was your friend, you hooked your arm with hers and slowly started to walk towards where Natasha stood.

Her eyes never leaving you, you wanted to just walk over to her and kiss her right there and then but you knew better, "Isn't it ironic that you're walking me down to watch me get married?"

She rolled her eyes playfully "You know Y/n, I love you and I want you to be happy, even if that's not with me. Not a single bit of me would rather be there, butt that's how it must be and I can't change that"

Yous stopped at the end, you turned to her and hugged her "Thank you"

You pulled away as you looked into her eyes "Maybe under different circumstances and universe, you would be the one waiting to marry me, but not in this one"

She nodded with a sad smile but there was nothing she could do, she let go of you and finally let you focus on the most important part of this day.

Natasha trusted you, and she learnt to trust Maria too, she knew that the brunette would never try anything without your consent and that's what she valued in Maria.

As you stood in front of the Russian, all she could do is stare at you. nothing else matter, just you in this moment, how each event lead you here with her.

As the ceremony started, you each repeating the words after the priest, he was the first priest to marry the same sex couple and was more than honour to do that.

" do you take as your

"Y/n Y/l/n do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

You smiled "I do"

"Natalia Alianovna Romanova do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in (holy) matrimony, to love her, to honor her, to comfort her, and to keep her in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Natasha reached her hand to take yours in hers "I do"

He had a smile across his lips "Well then repeat after me"

"I, Natalia Alianovna Romanova, take you Y/n Y/l/n, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." She repeated after him, not looking away and not even tripping over her words, she was ready to spend the rest of her life with you.

"I, Y/n Y/l/n, take you Natalia Alianovna Romanova, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." You repeated the same thing, wanting to make it clear to everyone that was here.

As you and Natasha exchanged the rings, it was the moment where he announced yous wife and wife, the best part of this whole ceremony.

"Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace" He loudly stated, making sure that everyone heard.

That's when your parents stormed in "We do! This is wrong"

Your heart stopped, you didn't expect them to show up but to show up like this, ruining your special day. You looked over at them, eyes filled with tears, cursing under breath how your parents could do that.

Natasha already got to work, she cupped your face, pulling your eyes away from them and making you look into hers "Heyyy, Y/n. You're okay, this day is about us"

Steve and Thor already sprang to action, dragging your parents out and kicking them out just like they had done years ago to you, there were whispers around the church.

"Quiet down!" The priest shouted out, causing everyone to shut up and finally pay attention to where it was the most important.

He looked down at you "Are you okay to continue?"

You nodded, trying your best to wipe the tears to not ruin the make up and look worse on your pictures. Natasha gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, reminding you she was here, she was your armour to the bad stuff, she has your back in everything.

"By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State I now pronounce you wife and wife." He announced with a loud cheer following that.

"You may kiss the brides" He added as he stepped back, letting the spotlight fall only on the two of you.

You let out a nervous chuckle before letting Natasha delicately pull you into a forever sealing kiss, this was it, the moment that made your future more clear than ever.

As yous parted, walking hand in hand down the aisle, just as yous passed the door, Natasha pulled you into another kiss "I can't believe that now you are my wife"

You smiled as your eyes were closed "Your wife, gosh that sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth"

Natasha smirked "I know exactly what will come out of your mouth that will be perfect"

You nodded to agree with her, pulling her into another kiss and walked towards the car that was going to take everyone to the party, letting others say their vows about their brides.

It was fun to watch everyone say some embarrassing things, even if you didn't particularly enjoy the embarrassing parts but yous got through that.

As you danced with Natasha, being held close to each other, you wanted to be the happiest, this was one in the life time to marry that one love of your life.

But your mind was clouded with your parents, as you moved your head so you could look into Natasha's eyes, you spoke with a sad smile "I'm sorry about my parents, I really wanted this day to just be about us but they had to ruin it"

Natasha shook her head with a gentle smile "They didn't ruin it, we are still here, holding each other knowing that we are officially married, wife and wife, we won and they lost, they lost a battle that was never set with a win. We have each other whilst they have no one else to back them up"

"I don't want you to be sorry for them, they are responsible for their actions so they should be the ones to be sorry, they interrupted our time which makes them look bad" Natasha explained as she pulled you even more closer to her.

"детка (baby), I am happy with you here and I could care less what they are doing now, I am happy to be married and imagine our family expanding" Her free hand held your face, still moving her feet to keep up the dancing.

You nodded "You're right, we are stronger together than apart, this was just a little step back to have us end up here in this exact moment."

She nodded with happiness in her eyes "Exactly, now give me a kiss"

You obeyed and leaned in, giving her a kiss that she wanted, even if she tried her best to not make you pull away you knew you had to. Fury walked up to yous as he put his hand on both of your shoulders making yours pull away quickly to look at him.

He smiled widely "I just wanted to congratulate you both for this successful day, I serious wish you both a lot of happiness and health because you both are going to need it if you want to be here with each other."

"I know yous said no presents but I wanted to gift you two this" He handed you an envelope.

"Natasha is my daughter, not by blood but still my daughter and I want for her to have the best life a father would want, so please accept this, it would make me very happy" He squeezed Natasha's shoulder to which she gave him a smile.

You opened the envelope, having a letter inside of a purchase, you had a small frown but as you read the lines, it became clear "You are buying us a house?"

Natasha was just as shocked as you, she didn't expect such an expensive gift to be given, he nodded "I want yous to start a family somewhere, not in the compound or some junky ass apartment"

"We- We can't accept that Nick" You were first to talk but he was quick to shut you down.

"Please do, I don't beg but I am here to do that, take this as a gift of this wonderful day, I want that house to be full of your love" He begged yous.

Natasha smiled at him as she looked over at you "Thank you Nick, as much as this is too expensive, we will take it to make you happy"

She hugged him as she placed a kiss on his cheek "Thank you dad"

You heard her even if she whispered it to his ear, he was a little taken back but tried to stay put together, still he had a tears in his eyes as he parted away from Natasha, excusing himself as he left yous to be.

Just as he walked off, the music changed, making the whole team rush over to the dance floor, your sister being the first to drag you away from Natasha, partying with her to make you forget about anything that could worry you.

So this was your life lesson, taking a risk was everything, you were happy and didn't regret any choices you took along the way to get here.

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