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Good Omens Season 2 - The Nice and Accurate Summary of everything we know so far

All of the official info we got about Good Omens season 2 in one place (for the unofficial stuff, like photos of the shooting I’ve got the gos2unofficial tag).

How long has S2 been in the making, plans, and the possibility of S3:

Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman started planning sequel to the book in 1989 - even before it has been published and came up with the story in Seattle in 1990. But because their careers took off and they had an ocean in the between them, it was never realized it in the 90s. In 2005 they made another plans to write in a year or so but in 2007 Terry was diagnosed with Alzheimer so again the plans did not come into fruition.

In 2010 Terry and Neil agreed to let people go forward with making Good Omens as a TV show, they talked about the shape of the show as a whole and where it would go.

Neil wrote the first season with the future seasons, second and third, in mind.

The purpose of the second season is to finish the story which Neil and Terry planned.

The sequel planned in 1989 is a hypothetical Season 3. Season 2 is how we get from the end of Season 1 to the place where we could start Season 3. Neil also said: Things from the sequel went into Season 1 and Season 2, but mostly to get things into position for Season 3 which would use the plot for the sequel as its template. or also: Season 3 is the story that Terry and I came up with in Seattle in 1990. Season 2 is what needs to happen in order to get us to the point of starting that episode, so I felt very unconstrained building it. I’d already started putting pieces in place in Season 1.

Three seasons is the plan - as Neil said ‘if Amazon and the BBC are up for the third’.

Neil stared plotting the second season in 2018, a year before the first season came out.

In August 2019 he told Amazon and BBC at fancy breakfast, This is the plot., and they said, Oh, we like that plot.

In December he and John Finnemore got together, at Alfie’s Roof Garden Cafe overlooking the Regents Canal, and Neil told him the plot and he said, That is a good plot, but how does it end?, Neil said that he doesn’t have ends until he gets there but John needed one so Neil said, How about this? and told him the end and John said, That’s a good end. And that is the end we’ve got.

The first scene of season two was written in pencil in a notebook on Skye in Summer 2020, the writing was finished in late summer 2021 (with small rewrites during the shooting). The season was greenlit, Neil: Basically on the 16th of September 2020. Although they didn’t actually get us an okay to start writing until mid December 2020. I had started writing already, and so had John Finnemore, and some key scenes from episode 1 had already been written, but we didn’t start properly writing until we knew it was a go.

Neil also said about S2: Season 2 is kind of quiet and gentle and romantic as opposed to season 1. And if we ever get to hypothetical season 3 it will probably not be quiet and gentle and romantic either but this is the soft, gentle, romance in the filling of the sandwich.

Cast and crew:

The casting begun in March 2020 with Suzanne Smith as the casting director.

Writing: Neil Gaiman and co-writer John Finnemore, with also Cat Clarke, Jeremy Dyson and Andy Nyman writing minisodes.

Director: Douglas Mackinnon

Showrunners: Neil Gaiman and Douglas Mackinnon (who directed and executive produced the first season) are going to co-showrun.

Executive producers: Neil Gaiman, Douglas Mackinnon, Rob Wilkins, John Finnemore and Josh Cole (BBC Studios Productions’ Head of Comedy).

Music: David G. Arnold, S1 music composer is returning and there will be new end credit theme song variations

Script Supervisor: Jemima Thomas is returning.

Director of photography: Gavin Finney is returning.

Production designer and head of the art department: Michael Ralph is returning.

Production: BBC Studios Productions, Amazon Studios, Narrativia and The Blank Corporation

The opening titles: are again being made by the Peter Anderson Studio, there will be new ones, even madder.

Storyboarding: Mike Collins is returning.

Cast:

Returning:

David Tennant as Crowley

Michael Sheen as Aziraphale

Jon Hamm as Gabriel

Doon Mackichan as Michael

Gloria Obianyo as Uriel

Derek Jacobi as Metatron

Elizabeth Berrington as Dagon.

Paul Adeyefa as Eric the Disposable Demon.

Maggie Service (Sister Theresa Garrulous in S1) plays a new character Maggie who runs a record shop which is beside Aziraphale’s bookshop in Soho, Mr. Fell is her landlord, shop passed through the generations. Her shop looks across shop where Nina works. She wears on her neck her great grandmother’s wedding ring, a heart pendant with an eye and a toucan pendant.

Nina Sosanya (Sister Mary Loquacious in S1) playes a new character Nina who works in the independent coffeeshop Give Me Coffe or Give Me Death, she is good with dealing with people in Soho who come in, not afraid of dealing with them. Wears great cardigans. Her character is quite grumpy.

Miranda Richardson (Madame Tracy in S1) plays a new character Shax, a demon that was sent on Earth as the replacement of sacked Crowley.

Mark Gatiss (Harmony in S1), Steve Pemberton (Glozier in S1), Reece Shearsmith (Shakespeare in S1) in roles ‘that span Heaven, Hell and Earth’ and Niamh Walsh (Greta Kleinschmidt in S1)

New:

Quelin Sepulveda as angel Muriel: a curious, gullible, well-meaning and chatty angel that spent 6000 filing in the same office in Heaven hoping that somebody would come in and the day would get more interesting and it doesn’t. She’s a 37th order scrivener, bottom of the pily, it’s her first time to Earth.

Liz Carr as Saraqael, an angel you don’t want to mess with, a very sarcastic angel.

Shelley Conn as Beelzebub (previously played by Anna Maxwell Martin who couldn’t make it), she requested a lot more flies. The difference in appearance is addressed in the show.

Donna Preston plays Mrs. Sandwich, and We’we never quite sure about Mrs. Sandwich’s profession but she’s definitely in Soho.

Tim Downie plays Mr Brown, chairman of the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers' Association.

Peter Davison (David Tennant’s father-in-law :)) plays Alastair.

Ty Tennant plays Ennon.

Andi Osho plays Sitis.

Abigail Lawrie plays Elspeth - a grave digger living on the streets in Victorian Edinburgh who digs up bodies for a local doctor to earn extra money.

Siân Phillips

Pete Firman (who is a magician in rl :))

Alex Norton

Beth Rylance

Andrew O’Neill they play a they/them person on the show

Not returning

Paul Chahidi (Sandalphon in S1) because he was unfortunately shooting something something else in the time they’d need him. Neil said: Fingers crossed for Season 3.

Jack Whitehall and Adria Arjona (Newt and Anathema in S1), Neil said: That doesn't mean they won't be back for the hypothetical Season 3 though.

Lourdes Faberes (Pollution in S1).

Ned Dennehy and Ariyon Bakare (Hastur and Ligur in S1). Neil said: Who isn’t to say they aren’t coming back in the hypothetical Season 3.

Anna Maxwell Martin (Beelzebub in S1) couldn’t make the filming (was in two shows and a stage play when they needed her).

Michael McKean (Shadwell in S1) was actually cast in S2 as a new character and was on the big script-reading Zoom call, but then world covid related issues meant that he wasn’t able to travel when they would have needed him, and they had to recast. Neil promised him that if ever we make a season 3 he’ll be in it.

When and where does the filming takes place:

The filming started on the 18th October 2021, at it was suppose to last for eighteen weeks with three weeks hiatus over Christmas, until the 11th March 2022. On the 20th February Neil said, ‘We’re in the last day of shooting.’ On the 1st March 2022 Douglas posted That’s a wrap. Then the post-production started and the series was handed in March 18 2023.

The entire second season was shot in Scotland - it’s based in Bathgate and the Central Belt of Scotland.

A big set was built in the studio in Bathgate to include for example Aziraphale’s Soho.

Outside the studio they were also filming in the Edinburgh Inverleith Park, Stirling and Old Stirling Town Cemetary, Hopetown House, Dumbarton, Edinburgh Stockbridge , Edinburgh Circus Lane, Edinburgh West Preston Street, Edinburgh Victoria Street and Bo’ness cinema Hippodrome .

How many episodes will S2 have

Six episodes. Each about 45 minutes.

When will it come out:

July 28, 2023. The six-episode season will be released exclusively on Prime Video on July 28 in more than 240 countries and territories worldwide. It was also announced in the Hillywood Parody and there is Neil, Daniel Mays and Maggie service,

The plot and more:

From Neil’s blog: There are so many questions people have asked about what happened next (and also, what happened before) to our favourite Angel and Demon. Here are, perhaps, some of the answers you've been hoping for. As Good Omens continues, we will be back in Soho, and all through time and space, solving a mystery which starts with one of the angels wandering through a Soho street market with no memory of who they might be, on their way to Aziraphale's bookshop. (Although our story actually begins about five minutes before anyone had got around to saying “Let there be Light”.)

From Neil’s instagram: Game on! There are mysteries, histories, secrets revealed and Something Too Terrible To Be Revealed on the way. Also a cardboard box.

From the BBC website: The new season will explore storylines that go beyond the original source material to illuminate the uncanny friendship between Aziraphale, a fussy angel and rare book dealer, and the fast-living demon Crowley. Having been on Earth since The Beginning and with the Apocalypse thwarted, Aziraphale and Crowley are getting back to easy living amongst mortals in London’s Soho when an unexpected messenger presents a surprising mystery.

Neil said that ‘It will be set all over the world. Or at least, it leaves Soho occasionally. Sort of.’

When Neil was asked for some out of the context spoilers he answered: Wouldn’t you rather just go in ready to be surprised, impressed, upset, delighted, confused and amazed? - 6 adjectives, 6 episodes... perhaps they fit together?

We will learn more about Aziraphale’s Soho, more about the bookshop (like the upstairs) and how the books are filed and more about the Bentley’s music. We’ll see inside the coffee shop across the street. Tea will be drunk in the bookshop, and so will cocoa.

There will be a duck-feeding scene.

Neil said: In this season we get to have new adventures with old friends, to solve some extremely mysterious mysteries, and we encounter some entirely new humans (living, dead, and otherwise), angels, and demons.

Neil implied that the building opposite the bookshop is a pub.

Neil shared this small piece of the script saying: Aziraphale: … of the…ave you... / Crowley: Not one. / Aziraphale: Oh good. / Crowley: …

Neil about S2: It’s set in 2023. And there have definitely been lockdowns. There are a lot of tourists and people in Soho, some of whom wear face-masks and most of whom don’t. It’s set in late summer, very early Autumn, mostly.

There will be more on why Aziraphale has problem with French.

There will be “minisodes” – stories that begin and end within a larger episode, ones that dive into history: a solo-story set in biblical times (by John Finnimore), in Victorian times in Edinburgh 1827 - our favourite angel and demon get into a wee bit of a pickle there (by Cat Clarke), there’s little stint of body snatching in the era, and a story in London during the blitz (by Jeremy Dyson and Andy Nyman called it ‘very naughty’) which takes up much of Episode 4.

To the question if S2 and S3 are directly inspired aby any other works (the same as S1 was by The Omen) Neil answered: Not really. The Bible a bit. And possibly Jane Austen. then he said that we will learn a lot about Jane Austin we didn’t know before.

We will see a bit what was Crowley up to during WW2 in S1.

From S2 the episode 5 and 6 are Neil’s favourite episodes. Neil’s favourite scene from the S2 is in episode 6. The script editor said while reading the script episode that she was laughing while crying.

There are no rabbits in S2.

What’s something that’s Neil excited for us to see: The Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association monthly meeting.

There are some love stories in it.

There is a lot more Heaven, a lot more Hell.

About the improvisation in S2, Neil: There’s one improv line in GO2. It’s what Crowley orders from the barman when he enters the pub. I hadn’t written a line for him. Other than that it’s all from the scripts.

Neil shared some pixelated pixels of what looks like Crowley in Hell and of Victorian Crowley and Aziraphale.

Over the time Neil shared several words from the script: white, if, a, road, Mr, Bentley, Something, the, Sandwich, Erdnase.

There are Eccles cakes.

Neil was asked which episode does have the best outfit and said: Probably episode 5. There are some particularly excellent clothes in episode 5, and one particular outfit that’s amazing. There are some wonderful clothes all the way through, though, so this one is going to be up to personal taste. Still…

Entry of Aziraphale’s diary in 1820 here :).

About the CGI, Neil: I’d say there are about 1,500 CGI shots in Season 2, as compared to Season 1’s 1000 shots. But I think a lot of them are going to be harder to see as CGI.

There will be Terry Pratchett easter eggs ❤ .

Michael Sheen said that Jon Hamm (Gabriel) will be drinking from the angel mug.

David Tennant about Jon Hamm: Jon Hamm is back and plays very central role, actually, in series two, Jon was with us a lot, so that was great fun to have him around. And he is very very funny in series two, he gets to do some very excellent work. You’ll very much enjoy Jon Hamm.

Neil about Jon Hamm: There are things that I have done to Jon Hamm or had other people do or that have happened to Jon Hamm in the Second Season of Good Omens that while I am not at liberty to actually reveal what they are I will say that I’m in many ways glad he’s not sitting opposite me getting his own back.

There is some character who isn’t dating another character but wants to (neither of which is A or C).

There will be Queen songs.

Something that will only makes sense after watching the S2, Neil: The 1964 Doctor Who Annual.

Neil said that there are two passages of dialogue in the GO book that didn’t get used in Season 1 but fitted exactly in Season 2.

International Express Delivery Man won’t make an appearance.

There is around 400 000 frames in S2.

Douglas Mackinnon has a cameo there, Rob Wilkins had as well but unfortunetely it ended up on the cutting room floor.

So far no plans to make a S2 Script Book.

Whether Anna Lundberg and Georgia Tennant are in it, Neil: I’m afraid not. Anna was pregnant while we were shooting and being wisely away from people during Covid times, Georgia was offered a part but didn’t take it for reasons that reflect incredibly well on her. (She did some research into history as she would have been playing a historical person, and told us that the part should go to an actress much older than herself. And we did the same research she did and realised that she was right.) If there is a season 3 then I would love to cast both of them.

David about Crowley’s hair: My hair is still red and I do have a variety of different hairstyles. Throughout the episodes my hair will transform in several different directions.

David about his favourite moment from S2: It's a line said by a small child,and it's in Episode 2 about halfway through, and it's in a scene with my son.

Summary of what we know about the epiodes here.

The fennec foxes:

In August 2021 Neil said to an ask: In Season 1 of Good Omens, the part of a demon named Crowley was played by actor David Tennant. Budget cuts in Season 2 mean that the part of Crowley in Season 2 will be shared between a glove puppet, a dear friend of the production manager’s named, I believe, Raoul, and five trained fennec foxes wearing an overcoat. Why fennec foxes? We figured nobody would notice the difference.

This joke keeps growing since then - We will make the fennec foxes ginger by special effects. Or perhaps just put the gingerest one on the top. - with wonderful fan art, comparisons and we learned from Neil that David will actually be there as a stuntman and will be set on fire to protect the foxes: For actual death-defying stunts we’ll have the actual David Tennant come in for the day and risk life and limb for us. I can promise that there will be no pyrotechnics anywhere near the fennec foxes. Apart from anything else, there are rules about that sort of thing on set. Whenever you see Crowley burning, it will be a lovely Scottish actor named David Tennant who will be in for the day in order to be set on fire, struck by lightning, immolated, or otherwise hurled into the blazing heart of an inferno. He seems to quite enjoy it.

You can check my five fennec foxes tag :).

Jaunty little hats:

Ask: VERY IMPORTANT good omens question that im sure you will break your no spoilers policy for, does anyone, including background characters, wear a jaunty little hat

Neil: Oh God you wormed it out of me. Yes. Yes. A jaunty little hat will be worn.

Comment: Careful, if jaunty little hat is not worn in the next season, you could get sued for false advertising.

Neil: We’re good. I just did a “jaunty little hat” watch to make sure, and there’s a jaunty little maroon hat in episode 1, a jaunty little brown hat in episode 3, a whole slew of jaunty little hats of all kinds and colours in episode 4, and one solitary fez-wearing moment early in episode 5 (it is a fairly jaunty fez, though) followed by the appearance of an extremely fancy little black number tipped with what looks like pink ostrich feathers about half-way through episode 5.Episode 6 is, I am relieved to say, entirely jaunty-little hat free. (x)

Merchandise:

So far we know of two:

Good Omens Tarot Deck and Guidebook - more info here

and

Good Omens Card Game - more info here

it seems that there will be more, but not announced yet :).

Trailers:

Nothing so far though at NYCC 2022 panel was shown a clip with a scene Nina, Maggie and Mrs Sandwich and then a scene with Muriel playing a constable in Aziraphale’s bookshop, Aziraphale not buying it and then Crowley coming with a box of plants. It is at the beginning of Episode 3.

Promos:

Poster:

(about details in the last poster here) Selection of promo and bts photos:

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THE THIRD HAITANI

character. haitani ran, haitani rindou (ft. bonten)

summary. your brothers pick you up from school

note. f!reader, spoilers, smoking. a request from @chiaki3nanami. likes and reblogs are always appreciated

haitani ran

despite being raised by your brothers, you were the complete opposite of ran and rindou

you were kind, intelligent, polite, but certainly not any less charming, which was why ran found it so difficult to understand what your homeroom teacher had just told him

the second ran ended his phone call, he immediately informed everyone that they would be making a quick stop before attending today’s meeting

he was instantly met with a variety of different reactions, with some curious, others confused, and koko arguing that they would be late because of him

despite this, their car soon arrived in front of a school, causing most of the executives to stare at ran incredulously with the unspoken question of what he could possibly need at a high school

“i’m picking up my sister,” he casually explained before telling rindou to accompany him. “we’ll be back in ten minutes”

once he and rindou were gone, sanzu was the first person to speak, voicing everyone’s immediate thought as he loudly screamed, “there’s a third haitani?!”

eventually, your brothers were shown to the room where you, a male student, and an older woman were all currently sitting, and your homeroom teacher could only sigh before he went on to tell ran about how you had gotten into a fight with your schoolmate earlier this morning

“i was defending myself and my friend,” you tried to explain. “he wouldn’t leave us alone, and when we tried to walk away, he got angry and-”

“lies! my daiki would never do such a thing!” the older woman snapped as she glared at you contemptuously

“now, now,” ran said as he attempted to placate this woman, effectively using his charms against her as he began to discuss how they could possibly resolve this problem

watching her fall for ran’s expert manipulation, you turned your attention to your other brother as he sent you a curious look

haitani rindou

“did you win?” rindou asked, teasingly using the top of your head as an armrest

“yeah. i got him into that joint lock you taught me, but he gave up before i could even do anything,” you replied with a slight chuckle

humming in acknowledgement, rindou shifted his gaze from you to your schoolmate, quickly bringing his thumb across his neck in a threatening manner the moment daiki decided to lift his eyes and glance around the room

your schoolmate’s eyes hastily shot back to the floor after this silent confrontation, and rindou couldn’t help but smirk before offering you his congratulations

“good job. i’m proud of you,” he said with absolute sincerity in his voice

“all right, let’s go you two,” ran suddenly announced, apparently having finished with his conversation as he turned to address you. “so, you’re not in trouble, but we all agreed that you both should go home for the rest of the day. also, the two of you aren’t allowed to be near each other anymore”

“that’s a win in my book,” rindou whispered to you, making you laugh quietly

with an understanding and appreciative smile, you and your brothers got ready to leave when your homeroom teacher suddenly asked rindou a question

“by the way, have i seen you from somewhere before? like the news, perhaps?” he suggested as rindou subtly tried to cover his bonten tattoo. “oh, i know! you look like one of those pop idols my daughters are so obsessed with!”

trying not to laugh, you said your goodbyes to your homeroom teacher as rindou glared at the older man while looking beyond insulted

“i suddenly hate myself,” your brother stated as the three of you made your way to where their car was parked

bonten

when they had noticed you and your brothers approaching, many of the bonten executives prepared themselves for the spoiled brat that would undoubtedly be the youngest haitani sibling

however, to their surprise, the second you stepped into the car, you offered everyone a polite smile before introducing yourself and adding, “thank you for taking care of my brothers. i know how troublesome they can be at times”

“i like her!” sanzu excitedly remarked after a collective moment of shocked silence, and everyone would agree, as you soon got a tupperware of homemade cookies from your school bag and asked if anyone wanted a snack

your brothers were the first ones to move, both absentmindedly taking a cookie as they scanned over their notes, with mikey being the next person to unexpectedly accept your kind offer

“they’re good,” he eventually concluded, reminiscent of his own sister’s baking as he turned away to continue watching the passing scenery

seeing their leader’s approval, a few of the executives soon copied his action, and a wave of compliments was suddenly being sent in your direction

koko, though, couldn’t be bothered to humour you as he repeatedly glanced at the time, ready to blame you and your brothers if bonten happened to be late to their meeting today

“excuse me, sir. you have your calculations wrong there,” your voice rang out from koko’s left, making him scoff as you gestured to the excel file on his laptop screen

“you don’t know what you’re talking about—wait. how the hell did i not notice that?” koko cursed as he corrected this mistake, and his eyebrows furrowed in reluctant appreciation as he turned to look at you. “thanks, i guess”

“so, why’d your brothers have to pick you up from school, kid?” takeomi asked a while later, speaking for everyone as they all curiously wondered the same question

“i joint locked a schoolmate and almost broke his arm,” you said with a sweet smile

“damn. you remind of sen-”

however, takeomi was unable to say another word, quietly opening the car window before he proceeded to light a cigarette with a subtly pained expression on his face

mochi quickly choose to speak up next, wanting to distract everyone from the now overwhelming and awkward silence of the car, so he began to recount a funny story from his time in juvie

“i’ll never forget the first time i met ran,” he started. “we had just been assigned our cells and given our uniforms, and i was waiting in line to get my hair shaved. juvie rules and all that. imagine my surprise when i saw roppongi’s infamous and feared haitani ran crying his eyes out as three guards struggled to cut off his fashionable braids”

“i remember that!” rindou shouted as he began to laugh hysterically

“i thought we agreed never to talk about that,” ran said with an unamused glare, leaving mochi to simply shrug his shoulders in indifference

“please, like you have any right to laugh, rindou,” sanzu interrupted as he spoke to you with a conspiratorial tone. “rindou here had arrived at the office in tears last week. he kept mumbling about how someone had gotten into a relationship, how no one would ever be good enough for this person, and how he’d kill anyone that broke their heart. i’m now almost certain that he was talking about you-”

blinking in surprise, you could only watch as said brother violently threw himself across the seats in an effort to permanently silence bonten’s second-in-command, as his hands were dangerously aimed for sanzu’s neck

“i’m not in a relationship, though,” you whispered to your oldest brother, who was sitting beside you

“i know,” ran whispered back in amusement

“what is wrong with you guys?! don’t fight in front of our guest!” kakucho reprimanded, successfully breaking rindou away from sanzu as the second-in-command tauntingly laughed in victory

“boss, we’re here,” the driver announced a second later, and with a single look, mikey ordered everyone to be silent and to meticulously gather their notes before exiting the car, now expertly playing his role as bonten’s leader

kakucho was the last person to leave, your brothers having been forced by koko to hastily say their goodbyes, as they were the first ones to speak in today’s meeting

glancing around the car to make sure that nothing had been forgotten, he couldn’t help but musingly tell you, “i don’t know how you deal with your brothers every day”

“well, if they ever annoy you too much, just remind them that i would be disappointed,” you advised with a saccharine smile. “that usually works”

“you’re kind of terrifying,” kakucho partially joked. “did you know that?

“i know,” you replied, making him chuckle as he ordered the driver to get you home safely, about to close the car door when you made a final request. “oh, please tell everyone thank you again for taking care of my brothers”

“we try our best,” kakucho reassured you

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Get A Room

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Adrian Chase Masterlist

Request: “adrian chase and reader fic where she falls asleep on his lap/shoulder after a mission?? and the others are making fun of him and hes shushing and telling them to be quiet as to not wake her up and she just keeps cuddling closer to him? maybe he carries her to bed and she asks him not to go, and they end up cuddling? they get teased(alot) the next day and they eventually confess their feelings?”

Thank you to @acupnoodle for the request!

Warnings: Sexual References

A/N: While the request asked for a fem!reader, I actually tried to avoid using pronouns because I was so in love with this request I wanted it to be as accessible as possible. This ended up leaning more towards gn!reader. Hope you enjoy! ❤️🧜‍♂️❤️

It had been a long day. A very fucking long day, to put it lightly. You were out of town on a mission for Waller with your team and you’d finished the mission successfully, but it was extremely difficult, leaving you all exhausted. It was too late to drive home and after staking out this group before taking them down you were sick of taking shifts, sleeping on the floor of the van or in a sleeping bag outside in the dirt. According to your team leader Emilia, you had earned a nice rest so she booked six bedrooms in an okay, but cheap hotel. This was a treat considering you usually had to share rooms in the shittest motels imaginable and while you didn’t mind sharing a room with Leota, one of your closest friends on the team, you were happy to have your own bed and your own shower. You found yourself drifting in the van on the ride to the hotel. You tried to stay awake, but you were so tired. You were sat next to Adrian, so you tried to avoid slipping into sleep because you didn’t want to fall asleep on him. The truth was you’d always had the biggest crush on him. Once you felt yourself falling over, you tried to wake yourself up again. Through heavy eyes you apologized to Adrian.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind at all. Go ahead.” He encouraged you. While you were embarrassed because of your crush, the thought of sleep and the opportunity to cuddle with Adrian sounded too good to ignore, so you lightly laid your head against his shoulder. You fell asleep quickly. In your sleep, you somehow moved enough to land your head in his lap. He didn’t mind. He rested his fingers in your hair, lightly playing with it, only bringing you deeper.

“If you’re trying to use (Y/N)’s sleeping body to cover up your boner, you can just say so.” Chris laughs.

“Shhhh! What?! Dude, no!” Adrian says in a harsh whisper.

“Just let the lovebirds rest.” Leota smiles.

“We’re not in love and we’re not birds.” Adrian sits up a little straighter, looking down at you. You shift, cuddling closer to him. He quickly stops moving, careful not to wake you.

“Well, at least one of you is.” She lets out a soft laugh.

“No, I’m pretty sure neither of us are birds.” He states. Leota rolls her eyes.

“Guys, Vig is right. We should be quiet. This is probably the only way he can get somebody to sleep with him.” Chris becomes very serious.

“That’s not true and you know it!” Adrian quietly tries to defend himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Emilia asks.

“Well Peacemaker met this girl and brought her back to his place and we-“ He starts to explain.

“La la la la la I’m not listening La la la la la” John cuts him off.

“Even though you’re acting like a third grader, I can agree, I don’t need to hear the end of that story.” Emilia says, trying to tune out the rest of the van.

As the trip goes on, you continue to sleep on Adrian. When the van parks, Emilia runs inside to check you in. When she comes back she has six keys in her hand.

“Just give me (Y/N)’s. I’ll come find you to get mine later.” Adrian says, reaching his hand out for the key. She hands him your key and the rest of the team exits the van, making their way to the rooms. Adrian slowly moves out from under you. You whine at the loss of contact.

“What’s going on? Where are we?” You ask, half asleep.

“We’re at the hotel. I’m gonna bring you to your room. Okay?” He asks, softly. You nod, not even bothering to open your eyes. You’re slipping in and out of consciousness. He slings your bag around one arm and his around the other before sliding his arms underneath you and lifting. You jolt awake at the sudden movement until you realize what’s happening.

“It’s okay. I’m just bringing you to your room. You can go back to sleep.” Adrian reminds you. You look at him and he flashes you a smile you. You nod and snuggle deeper into his chest, drifting back to sleep.

Miraculously Adrian is somehow able to juggle both your bags, your body, and unlock the door. Next thing you know you’re being softly placed on the bed. Your shoes are being taken off and covers are being placed over you. You’re still drifting, but you’re awake enough to catch Adrian’s arm as he goes to walk away.

“Stay.” You mumble.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right next door.” He reminds you.

“No, with me.” You clarify.

“You want me to stay with you?” He asks.

“Please? You’re just so warm. I don’t want you to leave.” That’s just one of many reasons you don’t want him to leave, but that seems to be the least incriminating.

“Okay.” You can hear a smile in his voice as he begins to shed his armor. You eventually feel him climb into bed. You take your last remaining strength to crawl closer to him. You rest your head on his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. You enjoy the feeling of your head moving up and down with his breath. He sleepily wraps his arms around you. It’s nice to feel so safe in a job that is so terrifying. It’s like you’ve found a pocket in time your shitty job can’t ruin. This is your special place with your special person. Even if Adrian didn’t like you, you’d always have this moment. The moment when everything was perfect and time just stood still. You both drift off to sleep as your breath syncs.

You wake up in the morning to Adrian getting out of bed.

“Where are you going?” You whine at the loss of his warmth.

“I’m just going to get some fresh air. We’re not supposed to leave for an hour. You can go back to sleep if you want.” He says, smiling at you. You wanted to protest, but you felt sleep dragging you back down, so instead you just turned onto your other side and closed your eyes again. On his walk Adrian ran into Emilia, Chris, and Leota loading the van.

“Adrian, why didn’t you use your room last night?” Emilia asks.

“What?” He sweats nervously.

“Your room. You never came and got the key from me.” She smirks at him. He stands there in silence for a second, not sure what to say.

“Oh, you totally fucked (Y/N)!” Chris laughs.

“No, I didn’t!” Adrian protests.

“Then where were you last night?” Emilia questions.

“I crashed in (Y/N)’s room, but all we did was sleep. I swear!” Adrian says, embarrassed.

“You totally have feelings for (Y/N)!” Leota exclaims.

“I have to go grab my bag…” Adrian’s voice drifts off, face red. When he walks back into your room, you know somethings up.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him.

“They think I have feelings for you.” Adrian says with a tone of annoyance.

“Why is them thinking you like me a problem? Am I really that unlikeable.” You ask, growing upset. This was beginning to feel like some real middle school shit where one kid was always asked on fake dates and other kids would taunt each other by making up fake crushes on them. You exit the room, into the hallway. You don’t want him to see you upset.

“No, it’s not that! I just- I don’t want to weird you out.” Adrian follows you. He runs a hand nervously across the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t think it was weird.” You say, softly.

“You wouldn’t?” He questions.

“No…I’d actually kinda like it if you liked me…” You say quietly, almost hoping he doesn’t hear.

“You would?” He looks for confirmation.

“Yeah.” You confess, blush approaching on your face.

“Well then that’s great because I do.” He says, blush creeping up on his own cheeks.

“You do?” You can barley believe what he just said.

“Yeah.” He smiles. You stand in silence for a moment.

“Oh! Um…I suppose I should say I like you too.” You smile back at him. You lean up, giving a peck to his lips. Stiff at first, he eventually reciprocates the kiss. You both smile into it before separating, leaning your foreheads against each other. He goes in for another kiss before you’re interrupted by Leota.

“I called it!” She yells.

“Jesus! Get a room.” John speaks out from the down the hall.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - The Right Time

Summary: Taking place after Tony's funeral, your sister Natasha's recovered belongings need to be placed somewhere. You will take them home to Ohio, and a certain little witch will keep you company on the trip there.

Warnings: (+16), angst with happy ending, many mentions of trauma and death, domesticity and road trips, mutual pinning and buried feelings, friends to lovers, kissing, make out without smut, brief talking about self value, a closure to Yelena (also, she's Kate's age in this, 'cause I make the rules). || Words: 12.527

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--//--

There was an insistent hissing in your ear.

You knew it was anxiety - all the others sounds muffled as your hands moved - but that didn't stop it from happening. Two boxes later, you realized you were shaking.

Control your emotions. They make you weak and vulnerable.

Breathe in and out.

The trembling didn't stop, but the boxes did. A gentle tap on your shoulder almost made you jump with fright, your heart racing in your rib cage. But when you looked to the side, green orbs came into focus, and all the sounds came back.

"Everything all right? I've called you a few times." Wanda's tone was gentle, she was always gentle. Well, not really, you remember her being snarky and moody, but that doesn't make the fact that she was always kind any less true. She offers you a small smile, looking tired. She probably is, it's all so recent. The battle, the funeral. You swallow dryly and force a smile too.

"Sorry." You say wiping the little bit of dust from the boxes on your own clothes. "I was spacing out. Do you need anything?"

Wanda twiddled her fingers, shaking her head. "Just checking. Are you going already?"

Your instinct is to glance at your wristwatch, and you frown slightly as you do so. "Not really." You reply. " Wanna grab a drink?"

Wanda's smile returns, and she nods in the affirmative, making you smile as well. You close the trunk, the boxes are all inside now. The folks are leaving the ceremony, and you have agreed to say a decent goodbye to everyone before you travel. Natasha would be happy with the cordiality.

Clint wanted to join you, but you insisted that after everything that had happened, he needed to be with his family. There was much to be done, and he understood that it was your time to be with yours too. Saying goodbye to little Morgan was honestly heartbreaking. She grabbed your neck, and you carried her across the yard, humming a song until she decided she was going to join Happy for hamburgers.

Wanda wanted an iced drink. It was surprising because it is autumn, but she never had trouble really surprise you, even in the little things. You finished saying your goodbyes and got the car.

"Have you talked to him yet?" is your third question since you sat side by side, she with her legs bent on the seat and you with one of your arms resting on the window. The first question was about the weather, the other more of a confirmation of how things were going. Wanda took her eyes off the highway - Of course, Tony had to live so isolatedly, and to get a simple drink you had to make a trip to the nearest town - and looked at you.

"Who?" you gave her a look, and she knew, sighing slightly. You looked away again. "I did."

"And how was it?"

"Weird." She answered lightly enough to make you chuckle. She smiled. "But it was good, it was... important to put a close to it."

You hum, looking down the road. Wanda realizes there is more to your silence, and insists, "What is it?"

This time you let a larger chuckle escape. Five years and she still reads you like a book.

"Nothing, it's just..." You begin, trying to find the right words. You sigh softly before speaking again. "I guess it was weird before."

Wanda lets a sound escape - something like a grunt of false offense - and gives you a gentle pat on the shoulder, which only widens your smile. She is smiling, too.

"Don't be mean!" She says good-naturedly.

"What? I'm not lying." You insist in the same tone, and she giggles, settling herself against the window.

There is a pause, she lets her fingers tug at some loose threads from the seat, and you run through a green light.

"We weren't together anymore, you know that?" She declares to the surroundings after that moment - the bass music from the rock radio suddenly departs from your ears like the air from your lungs, but you only exhale, once and twice. - You make a gentle turn with the steering wheel to enter the city and just mumble in signaling that you are still listening. Wanda looks out over the landscape. "I don't think we'd work out anyway. With or without the stone."

You swallow dryly, nodding and meeting her gaze through the rearview mirror before swerving. The drive is close by warns the GPS.

"But how was it?" you repeat the question then, and Wanda smiles at her reflection in the corner mirror. She looks at you, but you are looking at the small line of cars ahead.

"It was good, I promise." She says. "He explained to me all the technical part of the thing, how he was turned back on and so forth. And he held my hand and said he was sorry he could no longer match my biological needs."

You let a chuckle escape, naturally. Wanda laughed too, watching you with intensity. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, wondering if you had offended her. Tact was never a very strong quality.

"Sorry, it's just..." You started with another short laugh, "He's just the worse. But if you say it's okay, I believe you. If it's not, I can take you to break some things too."

Your suggestion makes her smile fondly, but you don't see it because you're being served at the drive-through, and you're ordering her favorite drink without asking, and Wanda is swallowing dryly and looking at the scenery again because she thinks she'll end up confessing something if she doesn't look away the same second your fingers rub together as you hand over the glass of iced coffee.

The music comes back on, a soft melody that fills the car parked on the street, heading toward Tony's house - because you were going to drive her back, and then you were going to travel and be away for who knows how long - and Wanda was trying not to think about that as you two drank in silence.

"You guys aren't going to try again, then?" You ask and she wants to laugh at how insistent on this you are being. It's almost comical, but it must make sense because you are respecting the fact that for her, five years have not passed. Just a few weeks. Wanda wonders if it hurts to pretend that nothing has changed.

She chuckles nonetheless, straightening in her seat to look at you without having to keep turning her face away.

"No, Y/N!" She says with more certainty although the amused tone does not leave her speech. "Vision and I aren't going to happen anymore, like, ever. It wasn't working out well before, with him signing those agreements and I didn't. We tried, and it didn't work. And then, you know."

You nodded, taking a big sip of your coffee. Your chest filled with warm, liquid hope in contrast to the cold drink, and you almost coughed. Wanda didn't notice.

"Sorry for being pushy." You mumble clumsily. "I just figured it would be strange for you to see him like that again."

"It was." She says with another laugh. "But White Vision is better than a dead vision." She jokes, and it's so slightly macabre that she grimaces, but you share guilty giggles, drinking in silence for a while.

"And how has it been for you?" Wanda asks, her fingers circling the top of the cup.

You swallow dryly, frowning slightly.

"I'm fine." You answer almost immediately as if the question were silly. As if you don't have a hole in your chest right now. And Wanda can see right through you. "Really, I... I just need to finish this, and I can get back to work."

Wanda doesn't smile now. You don't hold her gaze because you feel like you might start to cry. She twists her straw with some hesitation.

"You don't have to do this alone, you know." She starts then, looking down at her own drink. You raise your gaze from your lap to her. "I could...if you want, of course, be by your side."

You are sure your cheeks are reddening, but you offer her a small smile. "Wanda, are you inviting yourself to go with me?" You joke, of course, you joke. Wanda has missed it, all your little antics. She bites back a laugh, rolling her eyes and pinching you between the hips like she's done a million times between training sessions and you almost break the distance between your faces, but you just laugh with her as she pulls away to lean her back against the door again.

"I'm just being a nice friend, asshole!" she retorts in the same tone so rudely and you think she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Her red hair fell to the side of her face, and her chipped fingernails fiddled with her coffee straw.

The word friend, however, puts tension on your shoulders. You exhale and force a smile.

"I'd love for you to go with me, witchy." You finally invite, and Wanda grimaces.

"Don't bring back that nickname!" She complains pushing you again, and you laugh, trying to keep you two from spilling coffee.

"What? You prefer Magic Fingers?" It's your response back that makes her laugh with red cheeks.

"God, I changed my mind, you can go alone!" She retorts between giggles and pinches. Eventually, the laughter ceases, and the drinks run out.

You go out and throw the empty cups away, and Wanda counts your steps until you are back while playing with the door latch.

When you sit down, you buckle your seat belt before speaking. "Do you have anything you need to pick up?" Is your question.

Wanda swallows dryly, and looks at you, nodding in the negative. There is nothing left.

You don't say a word, and start driving.

–//–

It shouldn't be so surprising how good it is to be in your company.

Wanda remembers this. Hours and hours in the tower, in the compound, on missions.

She wonders if she missed it more before the Accords or now.

When everything happened, the Avengers collapsing and the world turning upside down, she had Vision, but suddenly she didn't have you. How you two got so far apart might have had more to do with you leaving earth than anything else, it still hurt just the same. You needed to go, and you wanted to go. That was a painful truth. You wanted to leave, you wanted to help Thor, not stay with her.

Wanda knew that was selfish. To think like that. But she couldn't help it.

But still, at times like now, sitting in the passenger seat while you drive beside her, occasionally stealing glances through the rearview mirror, makes her think she wants to be very selfish about keeping you.

"How far is Ohio?" Wanda asks a few minutes down the road. She is flipping through one of the magazines you left stored in the glove box, and you run a hand over your face before answering.

"Not that far really." You reply. "We could do it in a day, but I don't like driving at night. We'll stop for a rest and should get there early tomorrow morning."

"Can we have dinner in a dinner?" She asks and you chuckle, taking your gaze off the road for a moment.

"What? Why?"

Wanda sighs. "Because it's like in the movies!" She says as if it's obvious. "We'll have a decent road trip."

You laugh affectionately, shaking your head. "Of course, Miss Maximoff."

"Don't call me that, it makes me feel old."

You laugh again. "Please, you haven't aged in five years. I almost catch up with you."

You tease making her laugh. It's probably wrong in some sense to joke about such things, but you've always been like that. And so has she. Honestly, it makes sense how quickly you connected.

"I can't believe I missed so many of your birthdays." Wanda complains then, and you smile shyly.

"Don't worry, it's not like they have many parties in space." You say, causing her to frown.

She settles back into her seat, leaving the magazines on the floor and hugging one of her legs.

"Speaking of which, we still haven't caught up on your whole space era, Miss Romanoff." She starts with a tone of fake seriousness that makes you laugh. "How was all that time out there?"

You shrug, sighing a little, "It was good, I guess. Really different from here, but the places Thor took me looked a lot like the black markets I had to work in back in the Red Room days, only with bizarre creatures around." You recount not being able to keep your gaze on Wanda because you were driving, "We split up after Asgard, he wanted to rebuild his community, and I guess I wanted to find out more about myself. I joined a group of space pirates, and that must have been the coolest phase."

Wanda laughed affectionately, resting her chin on her knee as she looked at you. "I bet you must have had so much fun, dorogoya."

"I wish you had gone with me." The confession escapes before you can contain it. Wanda's gaze wavers, and you swallow dryly. Before you can apologize, she nods softly.

"I wish I had said yes." She returns half hoarsely. "The day you invited me. I... I don't know why I hesitated actually. I should have said yes."

You give her a sad smile, shaking your head. "Don't worry, Wands. You had Vision, you two were going to try, weren't you? I'm the one always running away, I guess. That's what space was for me back then. An escape."

"What were you running away from?" She questions with a frown. You grip the steering wheel hard before letting go and force a smile.

Of you, Vision, and your perfect relationship should be the honest answer.

"The end of the Avengers, I guess." You say with little certainty. "Or maybe finding out about that whole Red Room thing that was still going on. Nat and Yelena were safe, finally. I just needed to get out of this place, find a purpose again."

Wanda nodded in understanding. You waited for two red lights in silence before she commented:

"When did you get back?"

"When you were gone." You tell her without looking at her, and Wanda wants to hug you, but it wouldn't be a good time to crash the car. You force a smile, however, turning a corner as you continue to tell, "Carol and I found Tony in space, brought him back. That's when I..." You interrupted yourself, your chest filled with emotion, and cleared your throat. Wanda was right beside you, and the memory of the day you found out she was gone still hurt like it was happening. "Anyway, after that, I couldn't leave Natasha again. Not after I knew we had lost Yelena too. I stayed around, helped with what I could, and now we're here."

"Have you called your sister yet?" Wanda asked.

A sigh and a nod. "As soon as the battle was over." You spoke up. "It was hard, probably the hardest thing I've ever done. We were on the phone for a couple of hours, the whole memorial thing had to be done but the Stark Industries and SWORD people were taking care of everything. Yelena asked me to get everything done in Ohio, so that is why I haven't been around as much these last few days."

"I figured, especially when I saw you and Clint getting the car." Wanda comments as she remembers the last few days since Thanos. She twists her fingers together, looking at the back seat for a moment before glancing back at you. "The boxes are Nat's stuff, aren't they?"

"Yeah." You confirm with a sad sigh. "Everything they were able to recover from the wreckage. I don't think you heard about it but I bought a house."

"What?" Wanda asked in surprise, and you giggled.

"Yes, shortly after the blip." You count. "The same one where me, Nat and Yelena grew up. I didn't use it much because of the chaos at work, but it's mine. It's where Yelena is waiting for us, where I'll put Nat's things, decide what we can donate and what Yelena will keep for herself. I haven't had the courage to look yet, I wanted to do that with her."

Wanda nods in understanding, one hand moving to your shoulder. You smile, at the same time wishing she would stop touching you before you melt, and also wish she would never stop.

"I can't wait to meet Yelena." Wanda comments making you smile affectionately.

"You'll like her, she kinds of reminds me of Pietro." You retort and Wanda feels her heart skip a beat. Anyone else saying that would have hurt her deeply. But you, she thinks, is sweet. You are the only person she could casually talk to about him anyway. "Wow, and she likes old rock music, so you guys must enjoy the same bad bands."

Wanda lets out an exclamation of false offense. "Excuse me, but my musical taste is flawless!" She defends herself theatrically, getting a laugh from you. "And to prove how right I am, I choose the music from now on."

"Whatever you say, Miss Maximoff." You scoff at the nickname just to annoy her, and you don't mind the gentle pinch in the ribs because you're laughing.

–//–

You don't want to think about buried feelings when Wanda falls asleep in the passenger seat.

You don't, and yet, it's all your brain can produce. Dozens and dozens of thoughts rush through your head at high speed.

Wanda shifts in her sleep as you are setting the GPS to the nearest motel, and lazily opens her eyes to look at you.

"You're being loud." She whispers, still sounding very much asleep. You let out a short giggle, imagining that she is complaining about the little struggle with the electronic device.

"Sorry, honey, I was trying to set up..."

"Not with that." She interrupts her tone suddenly much more awake. "In your head."

You swallow dryly, and suddenly all thoughts are gone. A little trick you learned in the Red Room, and have perfected with the telepath at your side. You are smiling, and going to tell her it's settled when Wanda sighs and puts a hand on your thigh.

"I didn't mean for you to stop." She whispers, looking at your face, but you are tense in your seat, trying to continue driving normally with the warm touch. "You don't have to block them out for me, I won't look without your permission. I just want you to know that you can tell me what's bothering you."

You swallow dryly, once twice, until your heart stops beating wrong. But it only gets better when Wanda removes her hand from your thigh and settles better on the seat to look at you with a frown of concern at your silence.

"I'm just a little tired." You say. "Don't worry, Wands. My head gets noisy when I'm tired, you know that. Let's just eat something and go to sleep and I'll feel better."

Wanda doesn't believe you one hundred percent. You can tell by the way she sighs almost in defeat, deciding not to push you. But she says no more than "All right." and looks back at the road.

A short while later, you park the car at a Dinner so typically American that it makes the face of the girl in front of you light up with excitement. She is getting out of the car first, and when you delay, there is red magic gently nudging you to encourage you to move, and you laugh, mumbling that you are coming as you finish stretching.

You and Wanda sit in opposite seats, but you find yourself wishing you had sat next to her.

"Would it be bad if I ordered ice cream?" Wanda asks softly making you laugh as you both look at the menu.

"I think you deserve to eat whatever you want, darling." You comment and she smiles, turning her attention back to the list of dishes.

Then you are served by a grumpy waitress, but the food - a real dinner for you, and waffles with ice cream for Wanda - is really quite good. The redhead steals your fries at least four times before you give her one last warning look.

There is a report about the battle of Thanos, and consequently the fallen Avengers, playing on the Dinner TV that takes your hunger away. As soon as she notices you pinching the meat with your fork, Wanda uses her magic to change the channel, and you want to laugh at the way the diner's staff can't understand why the remote simply doesn't work, but you're more busy thanking the girl in front of you with a look and a whisper.

When you finally left the restaurant, you walked, playfully nudging your hips together as you did so, to the roadside motel a few yards ahead.

It was simple and cheap but looked clean enough.

"I'll take the couch." You say as soon as you two are inside to the single green duvet double bed, a backpack with the personal items you needed that you took from the back seat in your hands. Wanda laughs in front of you, taking off her shoes.

"Please, we've shared a bed before."

Yes, when I was too young for you to notice me and didn't have a trillion gay feelings buried in my chest, you think, but all it does is give her a nervous chuckle. If Wanda can be calm and mature about it, so can you. It doesn't have to be awkward.

"Here, soap and toothbrush." You handed the items to her. "They were the best in the machine, unfortunately, they didn't have a red brush but you'll have to live with that pain."

Wanda laughed, rolling her eyes and giving you a nudge on the shoulder before thanking you and turning toward the bathroom. She commented something about the towels being in the bottom drawer before closing the door.

You decided to check your phone while she was in the shower.

"I'm already here. Your place is nice." Yelena texted.

"Please tell me you remembered where I said the key was."

"Why? Wasn't I allowed to break the window?"

You groan softly, but your sister texts afterward:

"I'm just messing with you. I could hear you whining from here, grumpy. Under the plant, yes?" And she sends a picture of the golden key to confirm, making you sigh with relief.

"I'm taking a friend with me. Wanda. We stopped for the night, and should be back tomorrow before lunch."

Yelena didn't send anything for about five minutes. And then:

"I can't wait to meet your girlfriend."

You blush too hard at the text, and to make matters worse, Wanda opens the bathroom door, and you shove your cell phone so quickly into your pocket that you almost knock it to the floor.

"I saved you some hot water, but I recommend you wear slippers." Wanda says as she leaves, and you laugh awkwardly because she is simply wearing a towel and you think she is staring. "Y/N?"

Yep, definitely staring. Clearing your throat, and rising in a jump from the couch, you stumble your way to grab a clean change of clothes from your backpack and head to the bathroom.

"You can take any of the items from the backpack, there's a t-shirt, pants, underwear..." Suddenly your suggestion list is too intimate, and you are shutting up, your face warmer than before. Wanda watches you with curiosity. "I'm going to take a shower." You declare and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door.

You could do that. Not awkward at all.

Wanda bit back a small smile as soon as the door closed. She missed that, your clumsiness. Or just your anxious manner anyway. She went to the backpack you had brought and picked up a set of clothes of some sort. It smelled like you and didn't calm the way her heart was beating.

She decided to distract herself with the television while she waited for you to return, but the mentions of the blip and the Avengers didn't make her feel very good.

When you came out of the bathroom, you smelled like lavender. And your hair was wet, and Wanda had to squeeze the pillow she was holding against herself to keep from getting up and walking over to you, her every desire being to be the one to towel-dry your hair as you were doing.

"We should get some sleep, we're getting up early tomorrow." You mutter as you go to put the towel out to dry.

"Let's share the steering wheel tomorrow." She declares, and it's not even a request, and you smile, nodding as you move to pull out the sofa bed. Wanda frowns. "What are you doing?"

"My bed?"

"I thought you were going to sleep with me." She almost pouts. You laugh sheepishly.

"Wanda, you're a flirt." You joke, of course, humor is easier than dealing with the way your stomach flips at the image of the intense gaze and flushed cheeks of the girl in front of you. Wanda bites back a smile.

"God, you're the worst." She complains in an affected whisper while you are laughing and setting up the bed.

But in the next few minutes, when you two are lying in opposite corners, and Wanda has used her powers to turn off the light, neither of you is smiling anymore.

"Y/N?"

You move at her whisper, turning your face toward the bed. "Yes?"

"Did you miss me when I was away?"

You frown immediately and almost sit up in indignation. "What kind of question is that, Wands? Of course, I did!"

She sighs. "I'm sorry." Wanda says almost so small that you want to get up and hug her. "I just...I really missed you when you were in space."

"Oh." You murmur in surprise, staring at the ceiling. Wanda twists her fingers in her lap, and you bite the inside of your cheek. "I missed you too. When I was in space."

Wanda gives a sigh that sounds more like a short laugh. "Even though you were with your super-cool space pirate friends?"

You laugh, running a hand through your hair. "Especially then." You confess softly. "All I could think was I wish Wanda was here to meet these guys. She would love the music, and hate the weird food. But hey, I sent you postcards! You make it sound like I forgot about you."

Wanda props herself up on her elbows to look at you. "No, I didn't mean it like that!" She defends herself even though you're not really angry. "Honestly, I don't know what I meant. I just... it's weird. I saw you last on a ship, and then the blip happened and we were fighting and you were here again. Like no time had passed, and now we're driving to a house you bought in the time I was gone and-"

You pushed the thin blanket off your body and climbed into bed, reaching for Wanda in the middle of your anxious mumbling. "Come here." You ordered as you wrapped her shoulders in a tight embrace, and she fell silent, matching the squeeze. You let your weight fall on her, aligning yourself as you kissed her forehead.

"I missed you every second you were away from me." You confess. "And I wish I had come back sooner to tell you that."

Wanda lets a shallow breath escape, and her hands close around your waist as she buries her face in your neck. This is too much. Too intimate, too good. And you still don't have the heart to pull away.

"Sleep here with me." She asks against your skin, her fingers tightening before she purrs, "I want to feel you again."

It is your turn to let out a sharp breath. Your brain is screaming at you to remember the platonic meanings. To feel a friend who stayed away for a long time, someone who used to fall asleep in her bed on movie nights. There was nothing more than that.

But when she settled to cuddle up with you, it was hard to think of it as completely platonic.

–//–

You sleep heavier than Wanda, it's always been that way.

She likes it because it gives her time to admire your features while you are asleep. She can barely contain her smile or the way her heart races as she watches your sleeping figure, the soft breaths, and the slightly open mouth.

It's not the ideal position for her poor heart though. Your face is on the pillow beside her, your legs entwined under the mattress, and the hand around her waist has a few fingers in contact with the skin under her blouse, probably having found space there during the night. She feels her face heat up at the thought that she wishes your hand would go just a little higher, or worse, lower...

With a not-so-great movement, she is suddenly pulling away, and you are waking up confused by the sudden movement, but Wanda does her best to disguise it by saying that you two shouldn't be late. Lucky for her, you believe anything when you are sleepy enough.

Many minutes later - just after a decent cup of coffee at Dinner - you are back on the road. Wanda is feeling particularly anxious this morning, maybe it's the possibility of meeting Yelena, or maybe it's the way you wiped her face with the napkin that kept going through her head in a loop, but she was tapping her foot on the car floor a few insistent minutes ago and you were chuckling.

Before she could ask, your hand found her thigh, a simple request for her to stop that caused her to choke on her own breath.

"Is everything okay, sweetheart?" You asked, and Wanda gave a short giggle. She needed a quick answer.

"I thought we were going to switch directions." She says then, and you are taken aback, but you smile, your hand gives her skin a light squeeze that almost manages a sound that Wanda knows would make things awkward.

"Do you want to drive now?" You ask half confused, and Wanda is nodding because honestly, she thinks she will agree to anything you ask while you are touching her thigh. You give a surprised giggle. "Okay, let's switch." And with that, your hand moves out for you to park the car, and everything runs on automatic in Wanda's head for the next few minutes.

She is just grateful to be able to breathe properly again now that the touch is gone.

"You can follow the GPS, and I'll let you know if I have to change routes on the way." You comment as you buckle up and Wanda starts the car again. All you get in return is a hum of knowledge, and it makes you frown in concern. Wanda is acting strange. She is a quiet person, it is true, but she seems nervous. You don't want to pressure her, though, and decide to let the trip happen until she relaxes better.

She definitely gets more excited as Ohio approaches. You smile from the passenger seat, watching her let out short exclamations about the scenery or at how beautiful she looks listening to the short stories you have about this place.

You arrive at your old house before half-past eleven. Yelena is on the porch, mowing the lawn and wearing a pair of overalls. She wipes her hands in her pockets and looks a little hesitant as you get out of the car, but as soon as you get close enough, she smiles and runs to hug you.

"Я так скучал по тебе, сестричка. (I missed you so much, little sister)." You say as you hold her and Lena lets out a tearful laugh, tightening her arms around your neck.

"Я тоже почувствовал твое. (I missed you too.)" She retorts. You only let go a long moment later, and you exchange a knowing glance at the person missing from that embrace before you force a smile and turn to introduce the person getting off the car.

"Yelena, this is Wanda Maximoff, a friend from the Avengers." You say, and ignore the look the blonde throws you as she approaches to shake the redhead's hand. "Wands, this is Yelena Belova, my younger sister."

"It's nice to finally meet the famous Wanda Maximoff." Yelena declares and you already want to dig a hole in the ground. Wanda raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"Famous?"

"Nat and Y/N talked about you all the time." She counters. "Nat sounded like a mentor, but Y/N....

"Like a friend!" You cut off almost in despair, laughing nervously. "Because we were-are friends. And I talk about my friends."

Wanda watched the scene with a confused frown, but Yelena laughed at her reaction. "Of course, Y/N. You talked about all your friends equally, in the same amount and frequency." Yelena says in a teasing tone that makes her cheeks blush.

"You two go inside I'll get the stuff from the car." You decide to call it off, ignoring the giggles of the other two.

You hear Wanda start to pull a conversation with your sister, but lose focus on that when you open the trunk and find Natasha's boxes inside.

The hissing comes again.

Taking a deep breath, you place one box on top of the other and ignore your trembling hands to take them inside.

You find Wanda and Yelena in the living room, the blonde presenting the place as if it were her home and not yours.

"[...] And here you can see that she chooses the worst decor in all of America, and clearly doesn't know how to clean the carpet properly." Yelena said making Wanda laugh and you roll your eyes with amusement.

As you placed the boxes on the kitchen countertop, you commented, "I'm sorry I'm not an expert in interior design, Belova."

"I think the place is lovely." Wanda says to you, making you smile in appreciation, but suddenly Yelena is sighing as she sees the boxes.

"Are these...?" She asks, and you swallow dryly before nodding. Yelena hesitates, moving a little closer, "Can we do this later? I have a thing, I was just waiting for you guys to arrive."

"Oh, sure." You say half surprised. "Will you join us for lunch?"

"Yeah." She says forcing a smile that doesn't last as she faces the boxes again. Clearing her throat, she moves toward the door, where she begins to exchange her work boots for regular sneakers. "I'll be going now, but I'll be back in a couple of hours. Continue the tour of the house, Y/N, don't be a bad host." She mocks softly getting a roll of your eyes.

Soon, she is gone as quickly as you arrived, and you turn your face to Wanda.

"That was weird, wasn't it?" you ask, and she laughs softly, reaching over to take your hand.

"Totally, but come on, show me around."

The house is simple and was restored just before the blip, so despite Yelena's comments, you particularly think it's very nice. You show Wanda everything, even your makeshift, little-used office - of which you're sure Yelena has messed all over - and the abandoned attic.

"It has empty rooms." Wanda comments and you nod in agreement.

"Yes, we were in three after all." You say. "It's a big house, I did the office just to use space really, but there ended up being another empty room left. Maybe I'll make a playroom." You joke, but Wanda doesn't smile, because the possibility of you staying here and not in New York with her isn't exactly funny.

"Are you thinking of moving here?" She asks before she can stop herself, and you are surprised by the seriousness in her voice.

Your hesitation only makes Wanda feel worse, but you force a laugh. "I don't know, I guess I haven't really thought about it yet." You say. "It's not like the job is going to go away."

"I guess so." Wanda murmurs thoughtfully, and makes her way back to the kitchen, while you follow her half-heartedly.

"Do you think Yelena will be long?" You ask as soon as you enter the commode, and Wanda mutters distractedly that you are the one who should know because she is your sister, and the passive aggressiveness surprises you quite a bit. Mentally going over what you might have said wrong in the conversation to upset her, you remain silent as the two of you stand on opposite sides of the kitchen.

"Can I make your lunch?" Wanda suddenly declares, and you blink away from the bubble of confusion in your head to look at her.

"Lunch?"

"Yeah, lunch." Wanda confirms with a smile. "It's getting late, and you look hungry. You can help me prepare if you promise to behave."

You let out a huff. "I always behave." You say, but you both know that's not true. Wanda has cooked enough times in your presence or rather tried to cook while you were doing everything you could to torment her, to know that it wasn't true. She laughs, shaking her head to check the cupboards.

Yelena has bought enough to use for meals, and you are happy to sit at the countertop while Wanda cooks - she says you can help, but she really doesn't need to when she has magic to move things around for her - and you are more than happy to watch her while pretending to be on your cell phone.

Yelena doesn't take two hours. She arrives almost 40 minutes after she left, just as Wanda is finishing the food.

You listen to the truck and smile, but when you hear a bark, you frown. In a moment the door opens, a smiling Yelena enters, and along with her, a furry, fluffy creature barks and jumps with enthusiasm. You widen your eyes in surprise, but Wanda lets out an equally excited laugh, dropping the spoon to approach the dog.

"Who's that?" Greets the redhead as she bends down, smiling and petting the animal. Yelena closes the door with her foot.

"Say hello to Fanny!" Your sister announces, and you let out a confused giggle.

"You bought a dog." You say the obvious, your gaze split between your sister, Wanda, and the animal rolling around on the floor on its belly as the redhead strokes it. "Why?"

Yelena laughs, shrugging. "I always wanted a dog." She says simply, letting go of the collar and leaving the car key on the kitchen counter. "I saw a donation ad at the market and decided that was a sign."

"But..."

"Stop thinking so hard." Yelena cuts in with a laugh. "It's just a dog."

"You don't even live here." You reason ignoring her request. "How are you going to get the puppy back to Russia? How are you going to take care of a dog while you work? Are you sure that..."

Yelena laughs again, letting Wanda play with the dog as she moves closer to put her hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, relax. I really wanted a dog, okay? Don't you remember, we had that conversation before you left."

You swallow dryly, nodding. It's true. Just before you meet her again and take down the Red Room.

"Have you ever thought about having children?" Yelena asked, as you opened the beers and Nat changed her bandage. The redhead laughed softly.

"Have you?" She returned with a question.

"I want a dog." Yelena replied making you smile. "Why do I feel like Y/N wants both?"

Nat laughs, nodding. "She definitely does." She commented almost in mockery, making you blush. "A bunch of kids and puppies with Wanda Maximoff."

"Shut up, you two." You cut off embarrassed, handing the beers to them, and receiving giggles in return.

You pushed the memory away, clearing your throat and moving away from Yelena's touch.

"I'm going to finish lunch." You declare, and take a quick glance at the animal. "He's cute."

You return to the kitchen, and shortly after, the food is ready. Little Fanny is really adorable, and while you and Wanda prepare the table, Yelena shows him around so he can get comfortable.

The little creature is very happy in your armchair, and you cast a half-hearted glance at him, but you don't insist as you take one of the seats at the table.

"Are you going to stick around, Y/N?" Yelena asks as soon as she joins you again, washing her hands so she can eat. You exchange a look with Wanda before putting your food back down.

"I haven't decided yet." You mutter. "I still have work from the Avengers."

"I thought you were going to sell the house." Yelena says as she walks over to the table with a clean plate. You grimace.

"Why?"

She shrugs. "If you're going to stay with your fancy friends in New York, you don't really need Ohio."

You chuckle sheepishly, shaking your head and looking at Wanda to clarify, "Lena is super jealous of the Avengers, she thinks I find you guys cooler."

Wanda laughs, but Yelena rolls her eyes in stubbornness, "Please, I know I'm way cooler than them. No offense, Wanda."

The redhead laughs softly. "No taken." She murmurs watching the interaction intently as she pours herself some food.

You eat in silence for a while, occasionally exchanging comments about the trip or the television, but you can feel the tension growing over the untouched boxes in the corner of the room.

It is only in the afternoon, when Fanny has fallen asleep in Wanda's lap in your chair that and you and Yelena have no more excuses to put it off that you take a deep breath and finish washing the dishes, turning to find your sister already standing, twiddling her fingers as she stares at the closed boxes.

You offer her a small smile, but she does not reciprocate. "Come on, Lena, we can do this."

Yelena takes a deep breath, and you round the kitchen counter - exchanging a quick look of reassurance with Wanda in the room - before moving to pick up the boxes and carry them to the empty table.

"Okay, this one first..." You say as you open the first. Yelena stands beside you half hesitantly, but you smile as soon as you see the first item. A small brooch from the Avengers. "So cheesy." You comment as you take it out, raising it in the air for the girls to see. Yelena smiles, and it suddenly everything feels lighter.

You see almost all the contents of the first box with several smiles and giggles. Wanda stands up at some point - just after you call her over to look at some lost photographs that had her - and stands beside you.

But in the second box the hissing returns.

You choke softly as you pick up the cassette tape. Yelena is distracted by a little box of button sewing, and you for a moment wish you hadn't opened any box at all. But then she looks at the item in your hands - her own name in handwriting - and is taking it from you.

"Lena, wait...." You try but she is already moving away with the tape in hand, running out to her own truck. Wanda looks at you in confusion, but you are following your sister out.

Yelena is sitting in the car with the door closed, leaning over to put the tape on the car. You stop beside the window, resting your hands on the open gap, but she doesn't look at you, static as she waits for the sound to start. You hear Wanda's footsteps behind you, but she stands some distance away.

At the first notes of American Pie, Yelena sobs. You swallow dryly and make mention of saying something, but she gives the radio a hard squeeze, changing the track. It only gets worse when the soft sound of Natasha's laughter comes on.

"Hey, dekta." The message begins. "I really hope you didn't take your birthday present without asking, it took me a while to make this one. I put in all the bad tracks you like, especially your favorite, this old song. You're going to be 23, and it's your first birthday with us since, you know... and also the last one before Y/N travel for a while, so I wanted you to have something to keep us close while you study in Russia with mom and dad.

Yelena hugs one knee, hiding her face from you. She is crying.

"I didn't mean to make it so emotional, but I think I'm doing the right thing now, Yelena." Nat continues in a voice half-husky with emotion. "You and Y/N are my family, and now you are safe. And the Avengers are like family to me too, and being with them, making sure you have a future that I couldn't, makes sense to me. Keeping you safe for dozens more birthdays and getting more bad gifts. I can't wait to see you in college, Y/N promised she would come back to this planet just to see you graduate."

Yelena turned off the radio, and opened the door hard, almost hitting you. You took a step back, but she pushed you anyway.

"Tell me what happened!" She demands in a mixture of anger and emotion, and you sniffle softly.

"I already told you." You say, but she shakes her head.

"It doesn't make sense!" Yelena retorts in excitement, gesturing to the air. "She wanted to be here! Then how come she's not?"

"Yelena..."

"No!" she interrupted pushing you again, and you let the tears flow. "How come Barton is alive and she's not? What's happened? How come you're here and she's not?"

You sigh sadly, running a hand over your face. "I told you what happened." You insist more calmly. "Natasha made a choice."

"I don't believe you." Yelena retorts bitterly, and you laugh tearfully.

"What, Lena?" You let your emotions overwhelm you. "Do you think I wanted this to happen? I tried to stop it! Clint tried too."

"You should have tried harder." Yelena says, and you know she's just hurt, and she's trying to hurt you too, and she succeeds. You look down at the floor, letting the tears fall.

"It was a soul for a soul." You repeat what you said on the phone, so many days before, and it breaks you the same way. "There was no other way, Yelena. I wanted to jump, but Natasha trapped my suit. Clint fought her, but she was always a better fighter than all of us put together." You recount with a tearful laugh, remembering everything clearly. "I let go at the last moment, I...I held her. She insisted it was the right thing to do. She said it was okay."

"Were you going to jump?" Yelena asked hesitantly, and you let out another humorless laugh, running your hand through your hair.

"Of course, I was going to." You say. "I don't have anything, Lena. Natasha is made for this, to take care of you. She could pretend she didn't, but she was also the leader of that team. And Barton had his family. I was more than willing to give myself over for the stone, but as I said, Nat made her decision. She cut the rope, and I watched her fall."

You sob at the last sentence, shaking your head as you walk away. "So, I'm sorry if I'm not the sister you wanted here today, Lena, but I assure you that I fought for Natasha to be here." You declare and Yelena shakes her head, her eyes full of tears. She makes mention of coming after you, but you slip inside before she has a chance to do so.

–//–

Wanda packs up the boxes and feeds Fanny while Yelena goes upstairs to the second floor. You are in the empty room, sitting on the floor, and she knocks on the door before you say she can come in.

"I have to apologize to you." Says the blonde as she closes the door, and leans on the wood. You laugh short, hugging your knees.

"Do you want to?"

She nods, and you swallow dryly, hitting the empty space beside you. Yelena approaches unhurriedly and mimics your position.

"I'm sorry." She says after a moment, and you sigh, nodding.

"I'm sorry, too." You say. "For yelling, and for, dropping all that on you." You continue sincerely. "This is hard, and we're both hurting."

"Yeah, but, you don't have to apologize for that." Yelena retorts, resting her chin on her knee and looking at you. "You can scream, and cry, Y/N. You never do that, and you don't have to apologize for having emotions, you know? I'm the one who has to apologize for treating you that way." She explains, and you frown slightly, pulling at loose strands of your shirt as your sister looks away again. "I shouldn't have made it seem like I wanted you not to be here. It's not true, you know. I'm really glad you are."

You swallow dryly, shaking your head. But Yelena moves one of her hands to yours on top of your knee.

"Natasha was my favorite person, but so are you." She says. "I'm sorry if I ever made it seem like I liked her more than I like you."

You laugh softly, shaking your head and interlacing your hands together. "It's okay, Lena. Natasha was my favorite person too, and so are you."

Yelena smiles, moving to rest her head on your shoulder.

"Are we going to be okay without her, YN?" She asks softly, and you swallow dryly.

"I don't know." You answer truthfully. "But I will try to take care of you like she did."

Yelena smiles, nodding. You stand in silence, just enjoying each other's company for long minutes until you hear Wanda and Fanny playing in the backyard from downstairs. Yelena stands up to look out the window, and laughs at the scene, beckoning you to join her.

Your chest heats up at the scene, and you smile sweetly, a look that your sister notices.

"You were wrong before, Y/N." Yelena says suddenly, and you look at her with confusion. She gives you a sad smile. "Natasha could see that you had something. Something worth living on for."

You swallow dryly, looking away from the window to your sister, "I didn't want her to have made that choice for me."

"It wasn't fair what happened, but I'm glad at least one of you is here." Yelena says passing an arm around your waist to hug you. "Just make her sacrifice worth it, Y/N. Stop being a chicken and tell that girl how you feel."

You laugh sheepishly, hugging Yelena back. She squeezes before letting go and pats you on the cheek. "Let's finish with the boxes. Enough of the sad talk."

"Yes, ma'am." You agree with amusement, escorting her out of the room.

As soon as you were downstairs, Yelena commented that you should go to the market, giving you a gentle nudge with her hips.

"Are you hungry already?" You scoff making her laugh, but when you understand the look on her face, you nod. "Okay, okay, I'll get the things for dinner. You two behave yourselves."

Wanda smiles half lost in the interjection, but as soon as you give her a wink and turn away to head toward the car, and she meets Yelena's mischievous gaze, she knows she has fallen into a trap.

"You and I have a lot to talk about, Maximoff." Yelena declared as soon as you started the car. She watched you drive away and Wanda caress Fanny before she decided to join in the playtime, and her phrase got a nervous chuckle from the redhead.

"Okay." She mumbled clumsily, and handed the little ball she was tossing to Fanny to Yelena - the animal bouncing excitedly between them in search of the object - who thanked her with a nod, and tossed the object further across the yard to the dog before commenting:

"You care about my sister."

Wanda smiled. "Of course I do." She said. "She's my best friend."

Yelena hums half-suspiciously, and Wanda doesn't think that's the right answer, but doesn't understand why. She decides to just go with the flow of the conversation though.

"Sorry for earlier, I think we needed to get some things off our chests." Yelena then says, and Fanny returns with the ball. Wanda nods in understanding, and it is her turn to throw the object away.

"It's all right, Yelena." The redhead assures. "I mean, it's not really, because all that talk about Y/N jumping scared the hell out of me but I want to give her some space before we talk about it."

Yelena sighs, nodding. "Please do." Says the blonde. "I apologized, for the way I made it sound like I didn't want her here, but still, I don't think she believed me. Maybe she'll feel better if you tell her that."

Wanda gives a sad smile, and Fanny brings the ball up again. She reaches up to pet him, and Yelena smiles at the scene.

"Did she still do that thing with her thoughts, the empty head trick?" Yelena asks then, and Wanda lets out an almost frustrated exclamation.

"God, yes!" She grumbles, tossing the ball away and watching the dog run before focusing on the blonde next to her. "It's infuriating sometimes. She blocks everything out and even with my magic I can't tell what's wrong. But I feel bad about pushing."

Yelena nods in understanding. "You should push, I know that's strange to hear, but it's true." Says the blonde. "She learned that in the Red Room."

"How? if you don't mind telling me of course. Y/N doesn't like to talk about it." Wanda says quickly, and Yelena gives her a sad smile, deciding to sit on the grass and hug Fanny when he comes back with the ball.

"Well, we come from different generations of widows." The blonde begins. "Nat went through brainwashing, and I went through chemical subjugation. Y/N was in the middle of it all, I guess. They fragmented her mind into several pieces with the serum enhancement tests, and put what they wanted in place. That's why it took so long for her to find Natasha after she ran away, she couldn't even remember who she really was and what was put in there."

Wanda frowns, feeling her stomach clench. She remembers you before, when you joined the Avengers, how distant you really were even though you were Wanda's favorite company, sometimes you didn't even seem to be there entirely.

"Anyway, she learned that thing better than anyone." Yelena continues. "It's a battle tactic, because emotions make you vulnerable, you know? Thoughts distract you. She breaks them, and they go away, and she becomes a perfect assassin."

"I've seen her use it in battle before." Wanda comments distractedly, a few flashbacks of missions with the Avengers running through her head. "She gets completely focused."

"Yep, it's scary." Yelena retorts with a sad little laugh, "But she's been getting better at not doing it I guess. I was snooping around her office and found her space travel journals. She wrote about the destinations, she's trying to remember things now. She has also made friends. A certain Captain Danvers seems to be important to her."

Wanda looks down at the floor, a bitter feeling suddenly fills her stomach. It's stupid to feel jealous of someone she barely knows, who was part of your life while she was away, and yet she feels it burn.

"Do you think she will stay here?" Wanda asks deciding she didn't want to talk about your other friends anymore. Yelena shrugs her shoulders as her hands caress the animal that decided to lie on her lap and play with the little ball.

"She said she has the Avengers, right?"

"Yes, but, things are different." Wanda retorts. "I don't even know if they exist anymore. And honestly, Y/N could use a break. She should at least, take some time off to grieve."

Yelena sighs, nodding. "Yeah, I agree." Says the blonde. "I'm going back to Russia, spend some time with our parents. Y/N doesn't have the same connection with them, especially with Alexei, she thinks he could have fought better to prevent our rupture, but that's past business. I would like her to rest."

Wanda nods. "I will suggest it." She says, making Yelena smile.

"Are you staying here?" The blonde asks surprising the other, who gives a nervous giggle.

"Me? With her?" She asks, and is blushing at the other's expression. "I don't know. Only if she wants me to."

"Oh, she definitely wants you here, Maximoff." Yelena assures only worsening the redness in Wanda's cheeks, who laughs and shakes her head.

"Then maybe I'll stay."

Yelena smiles. "Just please convince her to buy a rug that isn't so hideous." Jokes the blonde making Wanda laugh.

They fall into comfortable conversation after that. You return only half an hour later, with paper bags in your arms, commenting that some people at the market insisted on having their picture taken with you and it was a very strange thing to experience.

When you got back into the house, Yelena said she was going to call Melina to see how things were going, and gave you a look that meant 'talk to Wanda' but you decided to rearrange Natasha's boxes.

The items that Natasha left for Yelena were going back to Russia with her, and you got the other box that had some shirts, a collection of Nat's classic movies, and the Avengers brooch.

While Yelena was on a video call on the balcony with Fanny on her lap, Wanda leaned on the countertop, watching you finish tidying up.

"How are you doing, Y/N?" She asks once the last box is closed, and you raise your eyes to her.

"I'm fine." You answer immediately, with a small smile. Wanda crosses her arms gently.

"But how are you really?"

You let out a hesitant laugh, moving closer to stand beside the redheaded girl, figuring you couldn't lie by looking into her eyes. "I'm still trying to figure it out." You choose to say, it's vague, but true nonetheless. Wanda uncrosses her arms to slide one of her hands against yours, and you swallow dryly, turning your face to look at her. "You don't have to worry, Wands."

"But I do." She says in a whisper. "I care about you, Y/N. Very much."

"Well, that's what friends are for, right?" you joke, deflecting the intensity of the moment, and Wanda frowns, trying to chase your gaze but you turn your face away.

"Y/N..." She tries, but you are already releasing her hand and moving away.

"I'll check to see if Yelena wants us to prepare dinner already and-"

"Stop running away from me!" Wanda interrupts before you can leave the kitchen and you freeze in place, your back tense. Wanda lets out a raspy breath. "Talk to me. Please."

You sigh, turning your face toward her. "What do you want me to say, Wanda?"

"Anything."

"No, you want me to say something specific." You retort impatiently. "But I'm not going to guess."

"Say you miss Natasha. Say you are angry at what she did." Wanda retorts with emotion. "Say you wish it had been you, or worse, Clint! Anything!"

You give a short laugh. "I don't need to say that, because you already know all these things, Wanda." You accuse taking a step toward her. "You know me by heart, and I don't need to say any of this for you to see. But there's something else you want me to say, isn't there?"

Wanda swallows dryly, her back slamming against the kitchen counter. "I don't..."

You cut her off with a short laugh "And I'm the one running away."

You comment with bitterness in your voice, and turn to leave the kitchen. Wanda can hear the heartbeats in her ears, but takes a sharp breath, and says:

"Tell me why you left."

You stop, and take a deep breath, looking back at her. "You know why."

"No, I don't."

"Wanda..."

"Please." She insists taking a step forward, suddenly even with the brave tone of voice, she feels very small. "I thought... I thought that for a second, you maybe, cared about me the way I..." But Wanda falls silent, she is babbling, and her face is burning hot. Her heart feels like it's going to jump out of her throat, and you're swallowing dry and being brave for her as you step closer and bring your hands to her cheek.

"What do you think happened that day?" You ask studying her face. Wanda closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.

"I just remember you leaving." She confesses. "But when I think about it, I think it was my fault."

You sigh, caressing her cheek. "I went to Norway to see you, we went out drinking, and I asked you to go into space with me after too many drinks. You said no, and I left. That's what happened, Wanda, it wasn't anyone's fault."

She denies it with her head, her eyes filling with tears. "I heard you." She confesses in a whisper that takes all the air out of her lungs. "Before, before the invitation, before the bar. Vision was there, we were saying goodbye but I guess it must have seemed like something else. Then you're there, and you invited me for a drink and I thought maybe it was the one you promised me."

You widen your eyes, steadying your hands on her face. "Wanda, do you still remember that?"

She nods letting the tears fall. "Y/N, you were only 17 when we met. I told you to buy me a drink when you were old enough, and I meant it. But you pushed me away, and I figured it was a stupid crush you grew out of, but you were there when you turned 21 and I thought you were going to tell me you loved me as much as I love you, but you didn't."

"I said I was leaving." You completed in an emotional whisper, and Wanda nodded with a weeping face.

"I couldn't leave with you, because I didn't think I could handle being around you knowing that you got over me and I couldn't do the same." Wanda confesses raising her hands to your forearms. "But I should have been brave, and told you to stay. Because I really wanted you with me, by all means."

You gasp, pulling your hands away to hug Wanda tightly by the neck. She hugs you back around the waist, sinking her face into your skin, sighing heavily against you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Wanda." You assure her in a whisper. "I'll stay with you, I promise."

Wanda gave a tearful sigh, tightening her arms around you, but you broke the grip to return your hands to her cheeks. "And this talk of getting over you? That's nonsense. I've loved you, from the first moment I saw you. And I've waited for you, here and in space. And I'll wait longer if I need to."

Wanda lets out a tearful laugh, her chest filling with happiness all at once. "You don't have to wait anymore. Come here." She whispered, tugging at the collar of your shirt to bring your faces close together. The kiss was intense but sweet. You sighed into each other's mouths before breaking, your foreheads touching. "I've wanted to do that for so long, dekta."

"Me too." You confess in the same tone, moving your hands down to her waist, and Wanda lets hers run down your neck. "I can't believe we wasted so much time."

Wanda nods but is breaking the distance, kissing you more slowly now until every hair on your body stands on end, and your body heats up. It feels really good.

A noise outside - Fanny knocking on the door - and you break the kiss with a soft sigh, smiling into each other's mouths.

"Perfect timing." You murmur annoyed, making Wanda laugh. She looks up at you with passionate, narrowed eyes, one of her hands finding your cheek.

"I think so, actually." She retorts in the same tone. "We're finally at the right time."

You smile, your hands around her waist. "Maybe just a little late..." You tease depositing a kiss behind her ear, making her shudder softly. "But it's okay, we'll make up for lost time." You promise as you bite the lobe of her ear, and Wanda laughs softly, tightening her arms around you.

Yelena enters the room shortly after, with a raised eyebrow at the guilty expressions of the two of you.

"I thought there was somebody making out on in my kitchen, but it must have been an illusion because I wouldn't have come all the way from Russia for such free trauma." She declares causing Wanda to laugh, and you to mumble in embarrassment.

"First, this is my kitchen." You complain. "Second, stop snooping."

Yelena laughs, shrugging as she puts her cell phone away. "I'm glad you guys worked it out. Can we watch a movie?"

"Sure, Lena."

For the rest of the afternoon, you sit in the living room to watch Natasha's movie collection. It's quiet and peaceful. You wanted to say that you were surprised at the ease in which Wanda's hand finds yours under the covers, but you really weren't, it just felt even more right.

Yelena would be back in Russia the next day, and after dinner, while you were making the bed, you wanted to ask if Wanda would stay.

"It's not like I have anywhere to go." She answers your question before the question is out - she is wearing pajamas borrowed from you, and her hair is damp from her recent shower - when she appears at your bedroom door.

You inhale deeply at the image, and smile at the small intrusion. "Nosy." You sneer without really being angry, and she bites back a smile, crossing her arms as she stares at you in the doorway.

"You're not blocking them from me." She comments and you shrug, turning your attention back to the freshly folded blanket.

"I used to hide how I felt from you, now that you know, I don't have to anymore."

"I'm sorry."

You turn your head to her again. "Don't worry." You say with a smile. "Come here." Wanda moves in the same second and uncrosses her arms when you touch her forearms. "I think you should go to the airport with Yelena tomorrow, and go back to New York."

Wanda blinks in confusion, frowning in concern; "What? Why?"

You smile, your fingers caressing her skin. "That doctor we met, Strange. He's magical like you. He could help you with your powers."

Wanda hesitates. "But I want to stay with you."

"And I want you here with me." You assure without stopping smiling. "But you're something else, Wanda. I've seen you fight, sweetheart. You're so much more powerful since the last time we saw each other, it was fascinating to watch, but I can hardly imagine how curious or confused you might be feeling about your powers. You should see him, ask him if there's anything he can teach you. I'm not going anywhere."

Wanda swallows dryly; she knows you are right. She nods, and breaks the distance between your faces, kissing you softly. You smile and break the kiss after a second.

"Please learn how to make those portals first. That way you get back to me as fast as you can." You joke with a certain seriousness, making her laugh with excitement.

Wanda kisses you again, harder this time, and you sigh but she moves forward until your back hits the wall. She is kissing and kissing you again and again until all the air is out of your lungs, but when you want more, she breaks away.

Her eyes are dark and her lips puffy, and she gives your bottom lip a gentle tug while one hand stays on your neck, keeping you from chasing her mouth when you want to.

"Good night, baby." She teases against your lips, her accent thick and her voice husky, and gives you a quick kiss before pulling away completely, casting you a darkened glance before dashing out the door. You almost melt to the floor, feeling your body catch fire, but you just laugh breathlessly to yourself, running a hand over your face to calm your own heartbeat.

–//–

Yelena wanted to visit Natasha's grave before she left, so the next day the three of you got up early and drove after breakfast to the city cemetery.

It wasn't a pleasant trip, but you felt less worse having Wanda's hand in yours on the way.

Fanny ran around, and the redhead gave you a kiss on the cheek before going after the dog.

Yelena cleaned up some of the grave, pushing a few decorations away before kneeling down on the side. She whistled and you blinked in confusion.

"What's that?" You asked feeling your heart racing in your chest. Yelena raised her eyes to you, each hand on the side of the stone.

"What?"

"This noise you made."

She giggles. "It's our secret whistle, Y/N. A shame you don't remember it since you invented it."

You swallow dryly, blinking back a few tears. A memory formed in your head, three little girls running around in a backyard. The oldest one suggests they play hide and seek, but the smallest one is scared of getting lost.

"Don't worry, if you get scared, just whistle like this and we'll find you." You're the one who says it before you demonstrate. Yelena and Nat try a few times until they succeed. "See, it's easy. Now whenever we need, just make that noise and we'll find each other."

Yelena's touch on your shoulder made you blink out of the memory, startling yourself a little. She looked at you curiously.

"Is everything okay?" She asked. You sniffled softly, but forced a smile, moving your arm to hug her from the side.

"It will be." You say.

Yelena leaves before dinner. She hugs you tight and puts Fanny in the back seat. Wanda got the ticket too and goes in the passenger seat after kissing your face several times and then your mouth, intense and passionate until Yelena makes a disgusting noise from the steering wheel and you break down laughing.

She promises to call you every day.

She stays away until Christmas, which is when Yelena calls and says she is going to spend the holidays with Clint Barton and a girl she seems to like. You wish her happy holidays and call Bucky and Sam as well.

Wanda doesn't call you every day, but she texts you whenever possible. Some days she is busier than others, but you know that she is learning to be a much more powerful witch than before just by the little demonstrations she makes in video calls. Sometimes she falls asleep on the phone with you, and your heart races in your chest to hear her breathing.

You work on the house renovation. The empty room becomes a library, and many of the books in there are from the street fair, ranging from occultism to quantum physics - it is a gift to Wanda, and there are many empty shelves for her to put hers on. The third room is for guests, but you can't help thinking that maybe one day it will belong to someone else. You move your studies to the attic, it's better than leaving Natasha's things in boxes.

Christmas, you are thinking of going into town to see the lights, but just as you consider getting up from your armchair, another kind of bright light is opening in the middle of the room.

Wanda stumbles out of the magic portal with little class, muttering to herself as someone on the other side says she needs to improve her concentration, but the redhead just nods in thanks before the magic closes. You give her half a second before you are jumping on top of her, hugging her so tightly that you lift her in the air.

She laughs in your grip, dropping her bag as she hugs you back.

"Merry Christmas, darling!" She says contentedly. "I think you missed me."

You laugh too and break the embrace to kiss her. It was supposed to be sweet, but as soon as she kisses you back, you are melting against her.

You stumble into an affected gasp, and Wanda shudders as she feels your tongue slide into hers.

She wants to say that she missed you as much as you missed hers, and pour out all the news, but all she can think about is the feel of your hands on her hips, squeezing gently as your lips move together.

You sigh against her lips as you pause for breath, and she swallows dryly at the sight of your fully dilated pupils.

"Hi." You greet hoarsely, and she smiles.

" Hey." She says bringing her hands to your neck. "Take me upstairs." She asks brushing her lips against yours, and you gasp, squeezing her waist.

"We don't have to." You remind her in a gasping whisper, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. "W-we should talk, and catch up. And we don't have to..."

"We'll do all that." Wanda assures rubbing the back of your neck with one of her hands. "We can go see the Christmas lights and have hot drinks while you tell me how you've been and I'll tell you about magic. But right now baby, I want to kiss you and I don't want to stop."

You nod and break the distance between your mouths again. It's better than before because Wanda slides her tongue against yours with intent. She doesn't wait for the room, however, and you struggle between panting whispers and curious hands, and at some point, you trip over her purse and fall onto the couch. Despite the muffled giggles, she kisses you until it's too hot to wear clothes. You're not complaining.

--//--

A/N: A little idea that came to me coming from a series I never finished where Reader was the middle sister, and helping Natasha take down the Red Room after Civil War. In this one we have White Vision being reactivated during the Blip, because Reader took care of everything, I don't know if anyone will be interested in that little fact, but there it is. Let me know what you think, I think until the release of MOM, this will be my last fic here. After this movie I'll probably just write multiverse stuff and order magic because I have a soft spot for soulmates.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #avengers #avengers imagine

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yoohyeontual · 3 years

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Wow I actually fucking wrote bfkdbjxbsjdd

#i would continue but I didn’t sleep well during the name I feel dizzy cause I’m tired :(#and I’m hungry so I’ll eat a bit cause if I go to sleep with an empty stomach I will have problem falling asleep and after that I will go 🖤#i didn’t wrote Alter tho fkdbjdjd #well I did but not the first book.... or the second or the third jfkdjdkdjd #While Writting Alter I’m writing a little side book / some scenes that I can’t write in the actual series but that are still important #to my book so I won’t forget what happen if I need to mention it #and maybe put that in a book after I finished the série fkbwjxbdnd #but it’s really mostly cause I don’t want to forget and I wish I would include those scene in the book but I can’t #📖 : alter #personal

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chemicalpink · 2 years

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Getaway Package | JJK, KTH x reader

❧ Summary: When the stream had first suggested you pick up a cosy game for the stress you were going through, you gladly picked it up as a joke. You could have never imagined the turn of events of finding yourself lured into an in real li9fe getaway experience thanks to two very peculiar streamers and multiple K.K. Slider songs. Stress relief at its best, just not in the way you had thought about it at first.

❧ Pairing: Gamer!Jungkook x Gamer!Reader x Gamer!Taehyung

❧ Genre/AU/Rating: Smut, fluff, a bit of angst Streamer! au, a bit of crack, strangers to lovers, 18+

❧ Warnings: a brief very vague reference to female masturbation, Jungkook is two thirds-naked. Dirty talk, kinda voyeurism, fingering, a lot of touching, threesome, established Jungkook x Taehyung (implied), polyamory, brief and vague mentions of struggling with mental health, not very descriptive panic attack.

❧ WC: 5.3k

❧ A/N: This is part of the DLC Collab hosted by @joonscypher and @kookskingdom and @lavienjin she’s finally here!

The room wasn’t quiet at all as soon as the ending game credits roll around on the monitor, the infinite scroll of comments taking up most of the space on the side monitor as soon as you direct your gaze to the camera, an all too practised smile on your face and you can’t help but let your eye flicker down to the clock, 11:25. Five more minutes before you were able to call it quits and hopefully get some rest. You had promised yourself you would be open about your processes, your decision to take things slow after the big boom that sent your career to the top becoming a bit too overwhelming as months went by.

It had all started kind of as a joke, the pretty rgb lights hanging in your room, the gifted desktop sets from your friends, a somewhat boring week that had you trying out some viral video game, when someone on social media suggested you tried out streaming, and so you did. It all seemingly happened in the blink of an eye. Being sent equipment hauls to try out, advertisement contracts, sponsorships and making it onto the top 10 streaming ranks al happened in the span of a few months, booking gigs here and there until the whole deal merged into your primary income, yet you couldn’t quite comprehend the way that other people did it. For someone on the gaming scene you tende much more to keep to yourself, a few videos a week, a live streaming every few days, some sporadic online interviews, that’s as far as you were connected to the world outside the monitor, unlike the hugely branded gamers that toped the rankings, especially that pair of friends that everyone seemed to be head over heels with, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung. Huge brand names sponsored them, they had just recently moved from video games to even fashion gigs, celebrities out of the blue type of story. You just couldn’t fathom the idea of living up to that same standard, the men lived off of social media, a new trending topic every day that sometimes you ended up being asked about on your stream. ‘Who do you like more, Y/N? Jungkook or Taehyung?’ ‘Are you entering their date giveaway? Every other girl streamer is!’ ‘I would love to see you and them streaming together!’

It was becoming a bit too suffocating for your liking, yet gaming had become a huge part of your life that you couldn’t easily just let go, so you had to compromise. Settling for something active yet not so much as viral could perhaps give you the break you needed while providing you with work, now if only the words were as easy to let out. “Well guys! It has been so much fun getting to finish this one with all of you! I really appreciate your support!” The chat fills with hearts and sweet words as well as questions asking what’s the upcoming schedule “Oh! People are asking what are we playing next? Well-” you can’t help the feeling of letting your viewers down as you concentrate on the matter at hand. A lighter schedule is all you need for the time being, something you know you deserve to give yourself, so why is it so hard to just announce it? “I actually want your help with it!”

The chat explodes rapidly– even faster now– as it fills with game names that range in theme and you just feel the need to blurt it out “I feel like I must preface this, it’s been a couple of rough weeks, and I really appreciate everything that you guys have given me, really” you can feel your eyes watering as the words leave your mouth, chat filled with ‘Please don’t say you’re leaving’ ‘I always look forward to your streams’ enough to have you let out a watery chuckle “I’m not going anywhere, I just need somewhat of a break to get a grip, a lighthearted game that we all can enjoy on a less strict schedule”.

Some indie games, other more popular than others that you’ve seen other streamers advertise on your social media are all being thrown into the chat, Animal Crossing being a favourite amongst them. “You know, I never got around to have an Animal Crossing phase, perhaps it would do some good to get a Getaway Package, see what comes out of it”

Everything had turned out to go as planned, a few hours a week constructing an online island along with a few laughs to go with it on the streaming lives, Sunday turnip collecting, although some people that used to be regulars on your streams quickly grew tired of just watching you build some stuff up, lo-fi playlist on repeat as you played, some others were quick to jump at your open invitation to your island, trading fruits and furniture, celebrating festivale together, finally building a community that you could feel like you could rely on. The apathy of it all being kept behind a monitor exclusively quickly faded away.

You hadn’t really been thinking about it, Animal Crossing was just a cosy game you quickly grew attached to, a sense of stability present every time you walk around the small island, a routine of sorts that was able to keep you grounded. Soon enough, weekly live streams and occasional private meetups with the people watching you turned into late-night playing by yourself, decompressing after long days, one day getting the itch to form a spontaneous private gaming room on discord, invite a couple of strangers over to your island, chat anonymously on a text channel. You couldn’t have seen it coming, really. The way that soon two guys asked to join you for some late-night meteor sighting on your island, not an ounce of awkwardness as you three seemed to be on the same page.

v: thanks for having us! It’s been a rough week, I wasn’t feeling up to playing alone, this feels good.

jay.97: isn’t it funny how most video games are just- fast-paced? I like the cosiness of ac

bun: oh god I thought I was the only one, you wouldn’t believe the last few months

You turn to look at the clock on the monitor, reading 3:45 am, a bit of surprise within you as your mind can’t quite understand the way that a few gaming hours with strangers while mindlessly roaming a digital island and connecting with them even if on such impersonal grounds, had seemingly done wonders for you. A hesitant goodbye turned into friend invitations on both the game and discord, a smile pulling on your lips as you finally feel like you’ve found a place you feel comfortable in.

As it turns out, Jay and V, as they insist on calling themselves, knew each other pretty well– if being roommates was anything to go by. They had also mentioned along the way that playing video games was just something they had done for a while, neither you nor t5hem ever disclosing more on the matter after that one time Jay had briefly talked about an Overwatch match he had lost. The first one in months, as he had mentioned. You refused to put a name to the feeling, every time your phone rang with a discord notification, the times they invited you over to their island on Saturday evenings for a quick gaming round that mostly consisted of one of them rushing a villager out of an occupied seat around K.K. Slider so you could have it, the other one shamelessly typing ‘romantic’ once the guitarist dog asked to set the mood, and each time you couldn’t help but tease them about it on your chat. No personal items, that was a rule, discord became a safe middle ground of sorts, you three could have your fun, bask in each other’s attention, feel connected in a way that was homely, while still, not being all that scary and overwhelming, knowing that there wasn’t that much to it other than a pseudonym on screen, at least you gave yourself the opportunity to not dwell too much on the fact that both Jay and V were real actual people behind the screen, it was just- more comfortable this way.

However, as all good things do, they come to an end, feeling energised and up to it again, knowing fully well that it was time to go back to your regular schedule, all the more calm and even more so boosted as the stream chat comes to life once again to watch your routine develop, some people congratulating you on taking a much-deserved break for a while, others filled with ‘Y/N trend setter’ “Oh? Is that so? What trend did I set this time around?” a few more comments flow and it’s your time to stare at them fondly, an odd nostalgia feeling after some time creating a different type of content ‘Jungkook and Taehyung started small ACNH streams after you did!’ “That sounds fun! Were they any good?” some more comments fill the screen, most of them asking you to plan a gameplay with them, show them the ACNH way, whatever that means.

You had guided yourself rather blindly as soon as the front desk guy had pulled out your key card, after having the longest flight in a while in an attempt to fit in with the rapidly changing trends of your job, you had signed up for an international gaming convention– not that you were by any means familiar with most of the other participant’s careers, but while still going through a rather rough patch– quite publicly at that, which had earned you now staying out of competitions and team gameplays in favour of settling for lazy decompressing streams of Animal Crossing, getting back on track with the gaming world had been a must, it was still a way of living after all.

Eyes heavy, small backpack on your shoulders, luggage noisy against the hotel’s tiles as it dragged behind you until room 358 appeared right in front of you. Come to think of it, there was absolutely no way anything in the world could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you as soon as the door clicked open, a rather muscular– and quite good looking– guy, head thrown back in amusement, pants off, underwear halfway down as some other guy that wasn’t facing the door, sat on the mattress across from him, lounging. None of your muscles seemed to respond even as the seconds went by, brain short-circuiting, now really questioning the life choices that could have led you to this point. A quiet and almost breathy response, the only thing that your tired brain could supply you with “Oh god…”

Both of the guys’ heads whip back at the door where you’re standing in a second, ‘no pants’ one with a rather alarmed look on his face while the other guy simply appeared unbothered about the whole ordeal, settling for watching your reaction– or rather lack of– with a subtle smirk on his lips, even as his friend? Partner? No strings attached? Looked a second away from turning into a tomato as he hastily fidgeted to get his clothes in place “It’s not what it looks like! It’s not what-”

You could clearly hear the words he was saying, high pitched and you’re almost sure he was as embarrassed, even more, than you were about it. Almost. The other man continued to look as unnerved as before, much more so as your eyes seemed to try and capture the whole scenario developing in what was supposed to be your room for the next three days, clearly unable to remain completely unaffected by it. How could someone look so hot even when going through such an awkward situation, seriously. “I-I think I have the wrong key” you half-ass a finger signalling down the hallway as if motioning them that you’d go, probably pretend this had never happened in the first place “I’ll just- yeah”

You turn to leave, your backpack suddenly going unnoticed as you try and clear the image from your mind– not out of disgust, but rather out of sheer embarrassment as you walk down the same path as before until you get to the front desk. Quite a move of the staff to mix key cards up, now you seriously just need to get to your room, have a nice hot bath to wash off whatever weird spell the universe had thrown your way– and if the images of half-naked dude came to your mind in the darkness of your room, who were you really to ignore the beauty of such a man, toned muscles, long hair dangling down. Questionable at best, given that he wasn’t on his own back there. It’s not like they would ever know.

“I uh- I think I’ve been assigned the wrong suite” behind the desk, there’s the same staff as before, quickly glancing up with an all too practised smile on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah” you can’t really control the way that your finger continues to tap on the counter’s surface, unresting, trying– and rather failing– to stray your mind away from remembering the last few minutes with the accuracy that it seemed to be doing.

His tone is rather unmovable, self-assured about the fact that there couldn’t possibly be a mistake on his part, even as he takes the key card out of your hold. It wasn’t like the key card could have possibly opened a different room’s door. “Uhh.. nope, suite 358 is yours”

“Well there uh- it was already occupied by uh- two other people” come to think of it, there was absolutely no way he couldn’t tell the awkwardness hanging in your statement. You clear your throat in an attempt to get him to understand somehow that there was no possible scenario where room 358 was intended to host you.

“Ah, yes. Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung”

You’re almost sure your eyes will pop out of their sockets any time, brain barely processing the staff’s words as they left his lips almost as if he meant to say them “Excuse me?”

“You are all here for the gaming convention, right?”

“Well yeah but-”

The guy lets out a heavy sigh at that, customer service persona nowhere to be found, voice quiet yet firm as he says “Listen Y/N, it’s quite a busy year for the edition, we had to optimise spaces, I’m sorry” he’s back on his cheery practised tone in a second, almost giving you whiplash by the approach he decides to take even before you’re able to battle your way out of it “You’re free to book a suite somewhere else, under your own cost though”

You snatch the key out of his hand. Well- this is sure to be on top of the most awkward situations you had ended up in.

“I’m so sorry you had to witness that” Each of them has taken a place on the brink of the beds, the look on their faces resembling those of kids being scolded. It is just now that you really come to notice that these two are the Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung from the global gaming rankings, looking quite literally out of some TV drama, not quite alike the ones you had come accustomed to seeing on big billboards announcing their latest event, the ones from edits that make it to your social media and most definitely not like the ones posing for a big brand name with a jacket that costs more than you could ever hope for.

The one you know to be Taehyung speaks up with a soft yet deep voice “We thought the suite was just for us two”

“Listen it’s fine, you really don’t have to explain” the raging punch to your words is long gone, the whole overwhelming sensation that you had grown accustomed to, the need to rest it all off and tackle the next three days with a smile on your face taking over you, also wanting to spare any unneeded tension between what appeared to be your roommates for the rest of the convention “I’ll just wash up and get ready for bed I guess”

You place your bags down and take a long look at the room, noticing only the two beds to choose from along with a couch on the side that goes along with some monitor setups. Your mind goes haywire at the options it presents, the uncertainty– and truly fear– must present itself in the way that you feel your eyes expanding even through your sleepy haze.

“Oh! Take whichever you want, we don’t mind” there a boxy grin on Taeyung’s face as soon as the words leave his mouth and you can’t help but notice how cute it makes him look, a homey feeling to it that seemingly makes your inner turmoil settle down as you make your way to the bathroom.

“Thanks”

It was relatively silent after that, the three of you under an unspoken rhythm that most definitely went along the lines of evading the previous awkwardness along with understanding that having a schedule was hard enough as it was, the faint buzz of the TV and some videos coming from one of their phones were the only things that could be heard as you readied yourself for bed, finally settling down on the bed nearest to the window as the two men took the other one, looking at ease and not at all like you had expected them to as it seemed like it was a regular occurrence for them.

“So- we heard your streams are going amazing after your break! Congrats on that!” Taehyung’s deep voice comes from over the low volume TV like a soft white noise that is meant to pacify the room, as small talk as it was, you can hear the true care and excitement in his tone “You might even top rank us! Jungkookie here is a big fan”

You turn your gaze to where the younger is scrolling through his phone just in time to watch him pause and whine as you can see a faint blush take over his face “Hyungggg”

You laugh, somewhat embarrassed, whether second hand or otherwise as you find it hard to see that Jungkook is also quite a good looking man, the one currently sitting across from you a completely different version of the one the public is accustomed to, you might even find this one all the more attractive “You guys are huge tho, I can’t even keep up with all that you both do”

“It’s really nothing”

You go back to your own phone, a routine of sorts after promising Jay to text him once you landed– no personal information, just pure interest in the same way that they were caught up in a flirting stage between the three of you, a bit unusual yet not unwelcomed. The text is quick, already settling down on the bed as you wait a few seconds for it to go through when Jungkook’s phone rings announcing an incoming text and you feel all the colour drain from your face. It’s almost 4 am, it surely couldn’t be a coincidence- “Did your phone just- ring?”

“He’s a popular guy” Taehyung turns to Jungkook with a teasing smile on his face “It is kinda creepy if someone texts you at this hour tho, Kookie”

The man in question turns the screen to watch the text before opening it up, a smile taking over his features “Ah it’s Bun”

Your whole body freezes, vision blurry and you can feel all sense of fake security down, what exactly could be the chances of not only meeting but your flirty lovely strangers with casual gameplays to also be people you know and are currently sharing a room with. It's fight or flight, not even giving it a second thought as you book it to the bathroom as soon as your username drops from his lips.

Everything changes in a second, the soft buzzing white noise that was somewhat comforting now suffocating as it all starts clicking inside your mind, a smaller part of your rational mind telling you it could all be a huge coincidence, you can’t just go off of a text message that gets received at 4:00am when you just texted a stranger, him saying your pseudonym when asked about it and perhaps coincidences aren’t really a thing when it’s about the matter. You’re curled up against the toilet bowl when Taehyung’s deep voice comes from the other side of the door “Y/N? Y/N is there something wrong?”

Jungkook is next, his tone teasing in a way that was meant to help dissipate the tension that had quickly escalated “Was it something Taehyung said? I’ll beat him for you”

He tries for the lock and sees it isn’t locked “Y/N I’m coming in”

Taehyung takes a place across from you while Jungkook keeps himself at a distance close to the door, the panic from before long gone and instead a disappointment and awkwardness left as you reflect back on it. Back on how far you had managed to come after deciding to take a well-deserved break, build yourself up, open your heart again, a silly little crush and shared online moments coming to life as your mind catches up that V and Jay are much more than a username, they’re real people standing in front of you, helping you up the same way they did when talking anonymously, not a single one of you aware of the fact until a few minutes back, the revelation probably also surprising to them as you reacted harshly, yet they decided to put you first, the same way they had made all their silly little promises before. As rushed as it seemed, out of the blue and somewhat irrational, the feeling of belonging is there, like coming back home after a long time.

Taehyung offers his hand out for you to take, taking a few minutes before you decide to do so, his skin warm against your palm as he softly speaks “We really don’t have to talk about it Y/N, let’s just head to bed” You’re guided to your chosen bed in a blur, the whole room settled and dim that you could credit Jungkook for it, thank him even as you lay down and Taehyung makes to sit on the edge “You really don’t have to worry about it, Y/N. Jungkookie and I were just as surprised as you, and we’ve said it before, you are our top priority, alright? If you feel okay, we feel okay. We’ll talk in the morning if you’re up for it”

You reach out a hand to restrict him from standing up “stay”

He smiles down at you, all soft eyes and a sweet smile “We’re a metre away, Y/N. I don’t think we should take anything further with how we all just found out, if you really need me or Kookie, we aren’t going anywhere”

It’s really not even a good few hours of sleep, taking into consideration that there’s a schedule to be followed, really not surprised at how you yearn to be engulfed the same way you watch both men curl up against each other, taking a leap of faith and settling yourself in between them, not a drop of awkwardness or estrangement in the way that you just seem to fit in, feeling like home.

Waking up entangled with people you rationally know are strangers turns out to be rather comforting if you take into consideration the many sleepless nights you three encountered before, even if everything back then had been fleeting and baseless, you turn to your side to find doe eyes already looking back at you, unable to hold your words in as you take note of his closeness and the other man’s arms wrapped around your figure “Isn’t all of this strange?”

“It’s only strange if you want it to be, I guess” his tattooed arm comes up to caress the side of your face, a teasing bunny smile on his face “I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, Y/N. You can’t really place a timeline on love” you make a face of disbelief at him, not yet ready to face how insane all of it looked and he rolls his eyes playfully “or attraction, or whatever this is, we’re young, we’re human. We are allowed to feel all of this without needing to timestamp it. So what if we’ve only just realised we are who we are, this feels nice, doesn’t it?”

You nod your head at the same time as you feel Taehyung stir behind you, groaning with sleep as his hand starts caressing your skin “Oh god- it’s much too early to start existential questionings, please”

“We should probably get up” your words are muffled as Jungkook scoots closer to you, the feeling of Taehyung’s mouth on the back of your neck, a shiver going down your spine that makes both men separate from you.

“If we’re going too far, just let us know Y/N” you’re met with doe eyes that seem to transfer a soft yearning onto you “please”

You don’t even deem it necessary to respond as you bring your hands forward, crumpling Jungkook’s shirt and bringing his lips to yours, his mouth softly adapting to yours as you feel his breath on you, the work of his tongue soft against your parted lips, callused hand finding its way under your shirt, caressing your soft skin with his fingertips as Taehyung’s mouth is now nipping at your neck, a soft groan escaping him as his hand also makes it under your clothes, directing it the opposite way to Jungkook’s as he starts caressing the inner part of your thigh and you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second, obviously noticeable as you feel Jungkook smile against your mouth, a deep sleep-ridden giggle coming from behind you as Taehyung’s hand finds its way to the front of your panties, toying with the fabric before he finds a sensitive spot that has your legs clenching. You are almost certain that he can feel your panties getting wetter by the second.

“Would you look at that Jungkookie, sweet Y/N is already dripping wet for us”

Jungkook hums as his mouth leaves yours in favour of dropping down on the bed, expertly ridding your shirt up, the cold air hitting your nipples, a loud moan past your lips as his tongue starts swirling against the bud, his fingers teasing the other one at the same time as Taehyung keeps on teasing your cunt, fingers racking over your clothed folds, a breathy plea escaping you before Taehyung answers with a “We’re already late for schedule, Y/N, perhaps once we come back here”

Jungkook’s mouth leaves your skin with a pop and you’re almost sure a faint purple bruise is forming already at the skin he had been sucking under your breast, Taehyung’s fingers leaving your skin, a soft kiss planted behind your ear, a teasing smirk on both of his faces as they head to the bathroom, leaving you to fend for yourself on the bed.

You stay seated on top of the bed, somewhat tired after the activities you had dragged yourself to, coming up way before Jungkook and Taehyung as they kept on talking with other people in their own top rank fashion, far too decided to have some sort of payback after the morning occurrence as you continued to answer some emails, poorly dressed.

The lock gives in and you can faintly hear both Tae’s and Jungkook’s voices chatting animatedly as they make it into the room, footsteps pausing and you try to keep calm, ignoring the way your heart wants to beat out of your chest.

“Oh would you look at that Kookie, Y/N wants to have her pay back”

Jungkook turns to him a he comes close to the bed and rids you of your laptop, placing a kiss on your lips before starting to lower his mouth, littering your exposed skin with open-mouthed kisses before adding rather teasingly “It’s such a shame you’re streaming tonight, hyung”

Taehyung playfully snaps one side of your panties followed by placing a kiss on top of Jungkook’s head before making it to his bed “Better take good care of her”

Everything tunes out, making it easier to focus solely on the way that Jungkook gets rid of his own clothes so that his warm skin is touching yours, teasing touches, soft kisses and rough hands handling every inch of you before you break away from him long enough to watch Taehyung’s improvised set up across from you, switch in hand and clearly live, a moaning yelp coming out of your mouth once you feel Jungkook’s fingers caress your already wet folds, fingertips teasing your entrance as he shushes you “Better keep it down, Y/N” you bite your lower lip as you feel a finger entering you “Wouldn’t want hyungs’ followers to hear you”

Jungkook sits himself against the headboard, manhandling you in between his legs, spreading them wide as he hooked yours with his so he could keep them wide open, tattooed hand placating you in place as he keeps it firm against your lower abdomen, free hand placing your panties aside before he continues to toy with your cunt, rapidly rubbing your clit as he places wet kisses along your neck, soon two fingers inside you as he works a rhythm you can vaguely recognise as following the beat from the background music coming from Taehyung’s gameplay, Jungkook’s ragged breath mixing with your breathy moans as it stirred you further until Jungkook keeps a quick rhythm inside and out of you as you soon feel your lower region clench around his fingers before your whole body gives out, legs shaking, Jungkook placing a kiss behind your head and speaking words of praise as he helps you ride out your orgasm, his hand coming up to lick himself clean from your juices and you can see Taehyung stirring uncomfortably as he looks back at you from the side of your vision as Jungkook limits himself to hold you in his arms.

“So is this it?” You’re almost at the door, luggage rolling a few metres behind you, as you turn back to your roommates from the last three days. A pang to your chest as you dwell on how things could change from the moment you walked into the room with two guys almost half undressed, the adventures a KK slider song could bring as background music and how much it could mean.

“Are you joking? K.K. Slider has 107 songs”

Jungkook looks at Taehyung before setting his playful smile at you “We’ve still got 106 to go, you’re coming with us, Y/N”

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STRAY KIDS / you never ask for help

warning: these are long! it’s all fluff and some suggestive themes in changbin’s part (only if you squint, really)

requested by anonymous.

↣ chan

Chan sometimes struggled with interpreting social cues the right way, so he preferred it when you were direct with him. The problem was, you were only direct with people when there was absolutely no other way around it. Like asking if someone could move, please, because they are blocking your path in a café, and you’re holding a scalding hot cup of coffee that is starting to burn your fingertips.

When you finally reached your table, in your haste to put the hot cup down, you ended up splashing some of the liquid on your hand. Chan heard you hiss and immediately asked what was wrong.

Sitting down, you gave him a pained smile and replied through clenched teeth, “nothing. I’m okay.”

But you were hiding your hand in-between your thighs, irrationally hoping that the harder you squeezed your hand into the chair, the less pain you’d feel.

Chan squinted his eyes. “You burned your hand, didn’t you?”

“Ah,” you exhaled. You could feel yourself begin to rock gently back and forth as you waited for the pain to recede. “A little. But I’m good, really. Don’t worry about me.”

He did not think it was possible for him to misinterpret this moment, so he stood up and extended a hand for you to take.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s put some iced water on it first. You don’t want it to get worse.”

You looked at him and tried to resist, “really, I’m fine—”

“Please,” he insisted. “I don’t even have to go into the bathroom with you if you don’t need my help, but you have to do something.”

The pain seemed to be intensifying – the harder you tried to make it go away, the more terribly it stung. Finally, you exhaled heavily, and nodded, taking his hand with your healthy one, and standing up.

“Okay,” you said, clenching your other hand into a fist behind your back. You were afraid to even look at it at this point. “Okay, I’m going.”

“Tell me if you want me to come with you,” Chan asked, not wanting to get in your way or make you uncomfortable, but also really not wanting to stay behind when the right thing to do would be to come with you.

You bit your lip. “I—it’s nothing, though. So, you shouldn’t bother—”

“Because I’m coming,” he said, squeezing your hand, “if it’s up to me.”

His determined eyes were waiting for you to reply, so you managed a weak nod. And that was all the permission he needed, as he placed his other hand on your arm and guided you – quickly – to the bathroom at the back of the café.

↣ lee know

You had invited him to hang out later tonight to celebrate you moving in to a new apartment. Minho wanted to help you speed up the moving process, but he knew better than to ask if you needed him to lend you a hand. So, he just showed up to your place four hours early.

“You’ll have to sit in my room while I finish unpacking my books,” you told him, not exactly mad to see him again, but definitely a little frustrated because now you were going to feel bad about not keeping him company. And you already had so many things to worry about before tonight. “Your own fault, really. I clearly said eight o’clock.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, chuckling at your attempt to be dismissive. He followed you to your bedroom, “I don’t mind waiting.”

Minho knew you’d die and come back to life before you asked him for help, so he decided to experiment a little. He sat down on your office chair and, literally, just waited.

You came in a few minutes later, stumbling over the threshold, the pile of books in your arms so big, you could barely see over the top. Minho didn’t budge, but his eyes followed your ever move in case he needed to drop this experiment and save you from killing yourself after you tripped over a loose wire or something.

Finally, during your third trip with the books, you huffed. “Go make yourself some coffee. Don’t just sit there, watching me. I feel bad about—”

“Hey, I’m just waiting,” Minho said, throwing his hands up defensively. He thought he was finally getting to you, and he couldn’t help the small smirk that appeared on his lips.

“I won’t be done for a while,” you replied, putting the books down onto the shelf and exhaling loudly. Your back was already starting to give up on you, so you tried to bend backwards with your hands placed on the small of your back. But the stretching didn’t help. “You can order something to eat if—”

“No, I’m not waiting for that,” he said, spinning around in your chair.

You frowned. “What are you waiting for, then?”

He stopped spinning to give you a triumphant look. “For when you’ll stop being so stubborn and just ask for my help.”

You watched him, impressed. You supposed this might have actually worked – you probably would have asked him to help you eventually. Just because you’d feel too awful about abandoning him like this for so long.

But now you knew that this had just been a plot.

“Alright,” you said, wiping your hands on your jeans and heading for the door of the room. “Well, keep waiting, then. I have things to do.”

Minho sat there for a minute, his eyebrows raised. Despite clearly looking like you could have used some assistance, you still insisted you were fine on your own.

“Very well,” he said then – to himself, since you’d left the room to pick up more books – and stood up. It looked like the experiment had failed, so, he had to return to what he usually did – using force.

He walked into the living room so quietly, you flinched when you turned around with a new pile of books. Using the element of surprise to his benefit, Minho grabbed the books from your arms and turned back to your bedroom.

You watched him go, stunned. “Hey—!”

“I’ll finish this,” he cut you off, his tone firm. “You go sit down. Make us coffee.” Then, because you still stood there, shooting disapproving daggers into his back, Minho turned to look at you over his shoulder and proceeded to chastise you, “please, my throat is so dry, I can barely speak. Who treats their boyfriend like that? Honestly.”

↣ changbin

It honestly came as a surprise to him at first. The fact that someone could be so impossibly stubborn when they clearly needed help? Unheard of.

And even now, as he watched you pace around your room in an attempt to be in two places at the same time – since you had to deliver a package to a client, but also attend a mid-term at your university – Changbin was still in awe. The solution was so obvious!

And yet you continued to pace, your mind churning out various possible scenarios – some of which weren’t even remotely realistic – even though he was right there.

“Hey, uh…” he started to say, not quite sure if you’d already decided that he’d be completely useless to you in this situation, or if you hadn’t even realized that you could ask him for help. “I could maybe deliver that package for you?”

“No, no, it’s okay. You don’t even know the address, I’ll just have to—”

“You could,” he continued, just as slowly. This was still a fairly uncharted territory for him, “text it to me. Then you’d have one less thing to worry about before your exam.”

You stopped pacing. Changbin felt his heart rate pick up when you looked at him, which was nothing new. He always felt suffocated by all the tiny, aggressive butterflies whenever your eyes met. But this time, he thought he could finally help you out with something, and that felt like a whole new level of exciting to him.

“It—” you started to say, but then stopped yourself. For that one, fleeting second, you looked like you were actually considering his offer. “No, it’s fine, really. I don’t want to burden you with this, it’s my problem. Thanks, though.”

He groaned and rolled his eyes before he realised what he was doing. This blatant expression of frustration surprised you and you continued to watch him.

“I’m here to help,” he explained himself. “Right here. And I don’t mind. If anything, I want to help. So, use me. Please.”

You felt your eyebrows lift at the last past of his sentence, and even Changbin himself brought his fingers to the bridge of his nose, squeezing it as he turned sideways – not wanting you to see his face warm up.

“That… I could have phrased myself better,” he admitted. “B-but you know what I mean. Send me the address, I’ll deliver it.”

Sighing, you placed your hands on your hips and forced yourself to accept this – if you couldn’t find a better alternative by tomorrow, you’d have to take Changbin’s offer.

“Alright,” you said, finally. He exhaled in relief. Jumping ahead before he could gloat about you giving in, you teased, “but don’t you forget that you explicitly gave me permission to use you.”

“I won’t,” Changbin said, smiling now that he saw the playful glint in your eye. He added with a wink, “really, please do.”

↣ hyunjin

He was the kind who, after learning that you weren’t used to asking for help, tried to find subtle ways to help you without you realising. Most often, those were small things – not even really helpful in the true sense of the word, but, he hoped, they made your daily tasks more bearable.

You wouldn’t let him help you plan a surprise birthday party for a friend, even though you also had to study for exams? That’s fine, he’d come to your place anyway, and clean your floors, wipe the dust, load up your dishwasher. He’d do as much as he could, really, to make sure you had less things to worry about once you were finished with your work.

And he was especially helpful on the week of your final exams.

He brought you coffee that first morning of the week, knowing that he’d just saved you fifteen minutes, which you would have had to spend at the campus café, choosing, buying, and waiting for your coffee. Then he walked you to class, quizzing you from the flash cards you’d made – once again, knowing how much you appreciated being able to put all your time to good use.

“I know what you’re doing,” you said when he took off your coat inside of the building, wanting to save you a trip to the coat room.

“I hope you do,” he replied with a grin, “otherwise it would seem as if I were trying to steal your coat.”

You snorted and gave him a look. “You know what I mean. I’m aware of everything you’ve done to help me.”

Hyunjin shrugged. He wasn’t doing this to extract gratitude from you. He was doing it because he genuinely wanted to make this easier for you. “It’s nothing—”

“And I appreciate all of it. Truly,” you interrupted before he could properly dismiss his effort. “I like to do things myself, you know me. But… I really, honestly, don’t know how I would survive without you.”

He looked away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable when faced with genuine appreciation for all that he’d done.

“Please,” he said. His cheeks were a gentle shade of pink. “I’ve barely done anything.”

“No, you’ve done a lot,” you disagreed. “Thank you for always having my back while I do my thing. I don’t even know how I could repay you. I love you.”

He always got flustered whenever you told him you loved him, so you were much more used to showing your feelings instead of speaking about them. But some moments – such as this one, right here, in the lobby of the biggest building on your campus – required words.

“Well, that’s exactly how you repay me,” Hyunjin said then, taking a step closer to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you, too.”

↣ han

Truthfully, he’d assumed you were doing it on purpose at first – not asking him for help, so he could be a gentleman and offer it himself. So, rising above this perceived pettiness, he did. And you turned him down. He tried again another time – and you turned him down yet again.

“Why won’t you let me help?” he asked finally as he watched you balance yourself on the edge of a full-on breakdown as you battled three impending deadlines. “Do you think I’ll make this worse or something?”

“No,” you replied, your face in your hands – you’d been in this same position for about five minutes now; trying to come up with the best strategy to make sure you did not fail any of your classes. “I can do it myself, you don’t need to help.”

“It’s not the need to help you that I’m talking about,” Jisung said. “I want to. But you won’t let me. I mean, really, let me at least print out your notes for you. It’s not that hard.”

You tossed your hands away from your face and threw them over your head in a frenzy. “Exactly! It’s not hard, so I should be able to do this myself! And yet, I’m just sitting here completely uselessly.”

He flinched to see you move so unexpectedly, but he was more worried about the panic in your voice. He knew you were anxious, but he hadn’t realized just how far down the edge you were.

“W-well, you’re doing a ton of other things, too. You’d obviously be able to do it if you weren’t so busy,” he reassured you, careful not to make this worse. “So, let me—”

“I should have started working on this ages ago,” you spoke, attempting to take deep, calming breaths – that sounded more like you were angrily panting – as you searched for your notebook, lost among all the papers on your desk. “So, if I was stupid enough to get myself into this mess, now I have to be the one who finds my way out of it.”

“Babe—”

“I’ll be fine.”

You weren’t fine right now – that much was clear as day – but you definitely would be, because Jisung wasn’t going to go anywhere. Not until he was absolutely, without-a-single-doubt convinced that you weren’t going to burn out because of this.

Approaching your desk, he grabbed your laptop and carried it over to your bed before you could even react properly or, worse, snatch the laptop back from him. “Hey, what are you—”

“I’m emailing your notes to myself,” he said. “I’ll get them printed for you at the library while you work on your presentation. And, I might as well grab you the books you need for your paper since I’ll be there anyway. Is there anything I’m forgetting?”

You sighed. “Jisung, please just let me—”

“Is there?” he asked firmly.

Surprised because you’d never heard him use that voice with you before, you swallowed. “No. That—that’s all.”

“Perfect,” he walked back to you and placed the laptop in its’ previous position. Then, after pressing a quick kiss to your temple, he headed for the door of your room. “I’ll be back soon. You get as much of that presentation done as you can. I’ll review it with you when I’m back.”

↣ felix

He didn’t even give himself an opportunity to realize that you never asked anyone for help. He just went ahead and helped you whenever you looked like you needed it, refusing to leave even if you insisted you were fine on your own.

He was confident enough to trust his judgement when it came to you needing someone’s assistance, and he thought that he – as your boyfriend – was the best someone for that.

Unfortunately, sometimes he took this too far. Like the time you decided to throw a small dinner party for your closest mutual friends, and Felix cheerfully informed you that, contrary to what was previously agreed on, every single one of his bandmates would be able to make it, after all.

“That…” you looked at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. He was watching you with the same exact expression on his own face, except he seemed happy about it. “That would mean that over a dozen people will be here tonight.”

“Yeah!” he nodded. “Oh, it’ll be amazing. It’s been ages since we’ve all been together like this, hasn’t it? What are we thinking of cooking?”

Felix wasn’t usually this excited about having many people over, but you had to admit, you really hadn’t seen your friends in a while, so, in this case, you sort of shared this sentiment with him. However, you were also growing more worried by the second.

“Well, I was thinking of cooking lamb. I got the meat and everything,” you said. “But now I think it’d be best if we just ordered pizza or something.”

“No, come on, let’s cook!” he encouraged, excited. “I’ll help. But this is a new hoodie, so let me get an apron.”

Now, you knew your boyfriend had good intentions; he was a sweetheart, no one doubted that. Most unfortunately, however, you would not, exactly, call what Felix did in your kitchen “help”.

Sure, he was a good cook – a great one, really. But, problem was, you weren’t half bad yourself. Except, you considered food to be something meant to consume – while having a pleasant conversation with friends, for example. Felix, on the other hand, saw food as art. As something that would be the center of all conversations tonight.

And, of course, he insisted you’d have no problem cooking enough show-stopping food for over a dozen people in less than four hours.

“Felix, I’m really going to need you to stop it with the lemons,” you asked, after your boyfriend spent the past fifteen minutes making decorations for the serving plates, “we can’t use any of the juice if you keep cutting them into—” you stopped speaking when you turned your head and saw that he’d already inserted the knife into the last lemon. “Nevermind. Guess we’ll just use store-bought sauce.”

Another half an hour later, you could already feel an upcoming headache, but Felix insisted you had plenty of time left. Had you allowed it, he would have attempted to cook a whole turkey, and even make the stuffing from scratch.

Granted, you weren’t doing all the work yourself, but, honestly, if you had been cooking alone, you would have chosen different recipes, which would have taken much less time. And it wouldn’t have made your kitchen look like a warzone. Really, when you lifted your head, you realized in horror that curly strands of lemon peels were hanging on the ceiling lamp. The ceiling lamp!

Your dinner would have been less fancy, sure. But it would have still been a dinner.

“This looks wonderful,” Felix announced once you brought the last plate to the table in your living room. “You did a great job planning the menu.”

You sighed, already exhausted enough for one day. “Well, you did a great job making sure we actually stuck to it.”

“I know,” he smiled, proud. “Aren’t I the greatest boyfriend?”

“You would have been even greater if you’d left me and my kitchen alone,” you replied and then responded to his shocked face by quickly pecking his cheek with your lips. “Sit, now. We should taste it before everyone gets here.”

↣ seungmin

He never admitted it, but constantly being excluded from your plans when you could have clearly used his assistance, hurt him. He felt like he was a nuisance to you and that’s why you didn’t want him to help.

It sucked especially much when you had so many errands to run, you couldn’t make time for him. He didn’t want to distract you from your work or somehow imply that you had to drop everything and come see him whenever he came calling. He just wanted you to know that he was here, free, and eager to be near you, watching or listening or doing whatever you needed him to do.

“I could help you out,” Seungmin offered on the phone, “or keep you company, at least.”

“No, really, there’s no need for you to be stuck doing this on your day off,” you replied, crossing the street to get to the next place on your checklist. “It’s not fun.”

It wasn’t about it being fun to him. He just wanted to spend his free day with you, even if it meant the two of you would be paying the bills and picking up dry-cleaning. Actually, especially if you’d paying the bills and picking up dry-cleaning – this sort of everyday activities may not have been special at all, but getting to do them with you would have been exciting.

“I just feel like we haven’t seen each other in a while,” he tried a different approach. He wasn’t trying to guilt-trip you since there was as much guilt on his part, as there was on yours. You were both busy. “Maybe I could get you coffee, at least?”

It had worked. Not his words – but maybe them, too – but, rather, the sound of his voice as he’d said it. It sounded like this was his one last attempt to see you – like he was trying to grab the last straw. He was likely exaggerating, but on the off chance that he did actually feel like this was his last shot, you were too scared to say no.

“Okay, yeah,” you agreed. “Coffee sounds nice. And I’d love to see you.”

And so, Seungmin brought you coffee. And then ended up tagging along for the rest of the day, opening doors for you, carrying your groceries, and being very determined to prove that he could be very useful in any sort of crisis.

“You know, you didn’t have to do any of that,” you told him when, at the end of the day, the two of you were finally sitting on the couch in your living room, completely wiped from the day’s activities. “It was already good enough that you were with me.”

‘Good enough’ didn’t sound like a compliment to his sensitive ears, but he decided to take it for now. He’d just have to make sure you got used to him being around and contributing to getting your errands done.

“Well, call me next time, then,” he said. “I’m always available for you.”

↣ i.n

He understood. There were all kinds of people in the world – some of them simply preferred to do everything themselves. That was fine.

You were one of those people. That was fine, too.

And yet, whenever Jeongin watched you heave boxes up the stairs all by yourself, he couldn’t help but feel absolutely awful, just standing here, doing nothing. But he already knew – from unfortunate experience – what would happen if he tried to help: you’d yelp, “no!” and break into a run, the heavy boxes in your arms all the more heavier when you moved faster.

Which was why, his solution to both of your problems – because he considered your constant need to do everything yourself to be a problem, especially in terms of how utterly useless it made him feel – was to gently guide you away from the sort of environment where you’d have to be doing any kind of work.

That meant constantly keeping you on your toes with dates that, he insisted, required no prior preparation whatsoever.

“You just have to show up,” he’d tell you. And if you would insist that perhaps another time would be better as you didn’t think you’d have enough time to do your make-up before your date that night, he’d always say, “if you want, you can do your make-up when you get here. But you’ll look nice, either way. Just come.”

And you came, always.

This time, it was a picnic on the riverside, in a park that the two of you considered a discovery of your own. There were never many people around – likely because the area was hidden from the main road by trees – so it was a nice, semi-private spot just for you and him.

It felt like you’d walked into a Pinterest feed when you saw that Jeongin had even brought a wicker picnic basket, filled to the brim with various snacks, sandwiches, paper cups, and glass bottles of lemonade.

“Oh, hey!” he called out after he noticed you. You’d meant to say hi to announce your arrival but, truthfully, this view had rendered you momentarily speechless. “Don’t be scared, this isn’t all the food I’d brought. I also got your favorite cupcakes.”

Still unable to make a single noise, except watch him in awe, you perched down on the striped, red blanket on the grass. You looked up to see that the trees perfectly covered the hot afternoon sun so that it wasn’t shining directly into your eyes. And the soft breeze from the river nearby made the heat of the day much more bearable, too.

You finally opened your mouth to speak. “Jeongin, this is—”

“Here, try this,” he cut you off, refusing to give you the opportunity to fluster him with words of appreciation. He took out a white, swirly meringue from the plastic box and passed it to you. “It’s not homemade, but I tried some at the store and they’re great.”

You allowed him to put the delicacy into your mouth, and it really was great. In fact, all of the food that he’d brought was great – although you weren’t sure if that was an objective judgement of the quality, or if it was just the atmosphere here that made everything taste wonderful.

Either way, once you’ve managed to finish half of the contents from the basket – your hearts wanted more, but your stomachs strictly refused; those frail bastards – you lied down on the blanket for a minute. Jeongin had passed all the pillows to you and rested his head on your thighs instead.

“This is cliché, isn’t it?” he asked, almost shy now. He wasn’t running out of ideas for your dates – not yet, anyway – but he wanted to try everything, and he knew you might have different opinions about different things.

“It absolutely is,” you nodded, happy and on a sugar high. “But it’s the best of its’ kind.”

Jeongin grinned. “Because of the cupcakes?”

You shook your head, smiling at him with all the love that dwelt for him in your heart and your lungs and your stomach. “No. Because of you.”

He’d never been happier to hear that. He may not have been able to figure out how to help you with your tasks, but he definitely figured out a way to make sure that, at the end of every busy day, you were finally able to relax.

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bucksfucks · 3 years

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𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

“Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

“Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

“I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

“Eat.”

He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

“I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

“You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

“Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

“Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

“He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

“You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

“I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

“Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

“What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

“It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

“You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

“Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

“Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

“The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

“Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

“And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

“I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

Steve ignored it.

“He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

“Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

“‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

“Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

“‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

“Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

“I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

“Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

“I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

“Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

“It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

“All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

“Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

“But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

“Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

“You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

“Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

“Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

“Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

“Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

“‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

“Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

“I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

“What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

“Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

Two can play at this game.

You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

“Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

“Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

“Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

“Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

“Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

“Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

“You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

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goldenshoyo · 3 years

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Taste like Strawberries - DILF Daichi

Warnings: Fem!Reader, age gap (Reader is 22 and Daichi is mid to late 30s), daddy kink (obv), brat taming, finger sucking, spit kink sorta, dumbification, degradation, thigh riding, oral (m. receiving), rough sex, a little praise, alcohol consumption. (as always, let me know if you want something else tagged)

Word Count: 4.9k (honestly idk how it got so long hahaha sorry)

Author’s note: This is my contribution to @kaijime's dilf collab! Make sure you go check out the masterlist and read all the wonderful works on there as well! Also, I edited this at 2am; so sorry if it is a mess.

Can you pick Mei up for me? I have to work late.

You sigh looking down at the text from your sister, this is the third time in the last few weeks she’s sprung this on you. Despite knowing there’s nothing she can do about it, it’s irritating with her husband traveling and needing to work. The one good thing is the quality time you get funny spoiling your niece after school, getting her whatever junk food she wants that your sister never lets her have.

Texting her back that you will, you go back to studying. Your final year of college has been more stressful than you expected, work always piling up with your motivation lacking. No wonder so many students take an extra year. However, you were determined to finish now and not extend your torment any longer.

Glancing at your phone you see it’s nearing pick-up time at Mei’s school. You clean up the library table, shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, and leave. The drive isn’t long, her school is close to your apartment and sister’s house so you would have needed to take this route anyways. Pulling into a free spot near the school, you leave your bags in the car going out to meet her by the school’s front gate.

“Big sis!” Your niece squeals and you look up from your phone. She’s dragging another little girl behind her, pulling her your way. “This is Kaiya! She’s my best friend. She said it's okay I use her first name, so don’t scold me like momma does! I let her call me Mei too!”

You laugh listening to her babble on about her new friend. She’s coming up on her 6th birthday, and every day she is growing more and more into her own personality. “I wouldn’t scold you like your mother. You know that,” you bend at the knees, getting at their height.

“Hi Kaiya, I’m ----. It’s nice to meet you.” You shake her little hand and she smiles.

“You’re very pretty, like Mei.” She pulls her hand away and then her lip pouts. “I wish I had a big sister.”

“I can be your big sister too if you want. Mei, you don’t mind sharing me do you?”

“Only if you promise to get me ice cream.” Her eyes and nose squint and she laughs, her mischievous face has stayed the same since she was a toddler. It’s impossible to resist.

You stand up, rubbing her head and laughing. “Fine, we can stop by a shop on the way home.”

“Sorry,” a deep male voice comes from a few feet behind you. “I had a work thing... I’m sorry I’m a little late baby.”

You watch as a tall, broad man picks up Kaiya while she giggles and wraps her arms around his neck while squealing ‘daddy’. You smile politely when he looks at you. His face is handsome, features not too sharp or round; everything about it warm and inviting. He’s still dressed in his uniform, well besides the jacket. You assume he’s a part of the police force from the pants and belt he wears matched with a dark blue shirt that clings to his form.

“I hope she wasn’t bothering you,” he says while setting her down.

“Oh of course not. She was very polite and well behaved. You’ve raised a great daughter.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thank you. I’m Sawamura Daichi, and you are?” His smile is so cute, you think. It’s not forced or out of politeness, but instead genuine happiness.

“---- -----,” you tell him and shake his hand. He squeezes it once, and your stomach turns. What was that?

“Is Mei yours?” He tilts his head, eyes going between you and your niece. “I’ve never met her mother, only your husband. Kaiya talks non-stop about Mei when she’s home with me.”

“Oh, no-no. I’m her aunt. My sister works a lot, so I pick her up from time to time.” You laugh. “I go to the local college, so it’s close by. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sawamura.” Trying to keep yourself from becoming too flustered, you look away. Watching as your niece digs through her backpack for some reason.

“Please, call me Daichi. It’s nice to-”

“Daddy, big sis is taking Mei to get ice cream!” Kaiya cuts him off. “Can we go too? Pretty please!” She kisses her father’s cheek, smiling brightly as he sets her back down. She holds tight to his hand, begging some more.

“If it’s okay with your dad, we don’t mind. Do we, Mei?”

She nods with a big smile. “Kaiya they have the BEST strawberry flavor.”

“Do you mind? I don’t want to impose on your time with Mei.” Daichi asks while still keeping an eye on the girls, who have wandered a few feet away while blabbering about ice cream flavors.

“Of course not. It’s good for young girls to spend time together.” He nods and thanks you. “There’s a spot close by. We could walk if you don’t mind.”

“Better wrangle the girls then,” he laughs, walking towards them both and getting their attention.

Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, you try and relax. It’s just ice cream for the girls… even if Kaiya’s hot dad is coming along. You’re sure he’s just trying to be nice and let his daughter have a nice time. However, it’s hard not to feel something when a man this hot and good with children is around.

The ice cream shop has a pretty outdoor area off the back of the shop, fenced in with a swing set and other children’s toys and playsets. No one else is visiting currently, so the girls have the playground to themselves, running around with ice cream dripping all over the ground when they forget they should be holding the cones up. Sitting quietly, spooning ice cream into your mouth, you try not to stare at Daichi too often.

“What are you studying?” He asks, breaking the silence that was threatening to become awkward.

“Oh, uh,” you swallow the cold cream. “Literature and classics.”

“Interesting. I bet you enjoy reading to your niece then,” he smiles at you before taking another spoonful of ice cream. You can’t help but watch his tongue dart around the spoon.

“Yeah.” You say quickly looking away. “Mei enjoys it, well, when she pays attention. Does Kaiya like stories?”

“Her mother says she always listens to her when she reads, but for me, it’s hard enough to get her to go to bed. I don’t think she’d ever stay still to let me read her a book.” He continues to talk about the weekends he gets with her, and you listen closely.

It’s stupid, you think. You shouldn’t feel this excited that he’s either divorced or at least no longer together with Kaiya’s mom. It’s selfish, but lucky in some ways. You don’t have to worry about a jealous wife coming after you because her husband paid for your ice cream.

“I’m not around for bedtime, so I can’t really relate.” You say softly and stick your tongue out lick the spoon clean. Stopping yourself from licking the ice cream off, deciding to explain more, “Mei never really stays the night anyway. She gets too worked up without her-”

The spoon is plucked from your hands and you frown looking at Daichi, who has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “What do you like to do at bedtime?”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you stutter out something incoherent. Daichi’s tongue swipes up your spoon, and you watch carefully, longing to be that spoon as his tongue drags across it.

“Well?” He continues, then hands you back the spoon.

“I, uh, I don’t know.” You manage to stutter some words, even if it's not a real answer. “I uh-”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You don’t need to answer now. Let me see your phone,” he asks holding out his hand and you hurry to hand it to him. He puts in his number then hands it back to you. “I’m not free on weekends unless I get a sitter. But, I’ll see you around.”

You sit, stunned by how quickly that turned from a polite playdate for your niece to potentially a playdate with Daichi. You bring your hands to your face, trying to compose yourself before waving at both Daichi and Kaiya as they leave.

“Big sis,” your niece wines. “Wanna go home.” She pulls you from the park bench and through the shop while you continue trying to collect your thoughts.

Did you really just pull a dad? There’s no way he was serious, right?

You texted him the night after you got ice cream, but he hadn’t responded. It wasn’t until late Sunday evening he sent back a short ‘you’re welcome’ after you thanked him for the ice cream. Your face burned and your stomach twisted with every flashback to watching his tongue slide across your spoon.

It was so unnecessary.

It was so hot.

Gathering up the courage to ask when you could see him again took another day and liquid encouragement. Maybe texting him while you were drunk wasn’t the best idea, but it did make sending him photos of yourself a lot easier. The ones you got in return nearly made you drool. Joining the police force ensured he never lost his perfect physique. Every inch of him looked like it had been handcrafted by the gods themself.

Slipping your fingers into your panties and toying with your desperate clit was all too fun when he called you late that night, not caring about his early morning shift or the classes you may have. His voice breathy and deep, yours whiny and high pitched when you came around your fingers begging him to come over and fuck you.

He only laughed, telling you to wait until he had a day off.

Sitting across from him at dinner should be fun. He keeps the conversation going and you always paid attention and politely answered. However, it becomes increasingly obvious that the burning between your thighs is becoming unbearable.

“Check please,” he tells the waiter, and you nearly squeal with excitement.

“Mind if I go get some fresh air while you settle the bill?” You ask, placing your hand over his; thumb drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you walk out of the door, ignoring the way his eyes make you feel as you walk out the door.

Cool evening air hits you hard. Letting out another sigh, you laugh at yourself for acting this desperate in public. He must know. It’s not like you’ve been good at hiding it. You’re worse than a cat in heat, mewling for attention and a quick fix.

“Ready?” His voice startles you and you turn to face him. You nod and he extends his hand out for you. The walk to his car is short, and you’re grateful for the dim lighting in the parking garage once you slide into the passenger seat.

Unable to can’t wait any longer, you straddle his lap in his seat and he tilts his head, looking up at you in amusement. Kissing his neck, you run your hands down his chest and slowly grind against him. His firm hands hold your hips and you whimper, trying to convince him to give your body more attention.

“Daichi,” you whine against his neck. “Please, I need-”

You’re stopped as his hand takes control of your jaw, cheeks squished in his hand while he admires you above him. His gaze is intense, not a hint of a smile or enjoyment on his face, but the bulge in his pants hints otherwise. You frown looking down on him, irritated this is the most he’s touched you all night.

“I don’t like brats.” He says simply. “Impatient ones are even more annoying. Tell me, are you going to be an annoying brat?”

You try and shake your head no, barely getting it to move from side to side in his grip.

“Good,” he releases your face and you sigh. Rubbing your cheeks with your fingers you relent from trying the aggressive approach with him; seeing now he’s much less patient than you had expected. “Now can you wait until Daddy takes you home?”

You nod, a smile brimming on your lips while your stomach turns.

“I want to hear you say it.” His eyes somehow focus on you more, making your stomach twist once more.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

The rest of the drive is silent, his hand resting on your exposed thigh a little too close to the hem for comfort. It keeps your mind buzzing, every nerve lit aflame at the slightest bump in the road or motion of his fingers. His thumb occasionally draws circles on your sensitive skin, and the whimper that always leaves your lips feels embarrassing.

Are you really a whimpering mess already?

Everything about being with Daichi made you feel more intense like your body knew just how to react to everything he does and says. Was it the age difference and excitement? Or was it simply because he knew how to touch and speak to you?

“Sweetheart?” Daichi’s voice draws your attention and you look over to him. “We’re home now. Be a good girl for me, and go unlock the door.” He dangles the keys in front of you and you take them nodding.

“Yes sir,” you slip out of the car. Did you call him sir? At the moment it felt right, but now with your face burning and palms sweating you wonder if he thinks it’s ridiculous.

You unlock the door, pushing it open and standing awkwardly waiting for him to walk up the stairs to the front door. Why is he prolonging this? There was no reason for him to stay behind. Turning your head to look where he parked the car, you see he’s talking to a neighbor, laughing, and paying you no mind.

What’s his game here?

You huff, frustrated, and embarrassed with how desperate you’ve been acting and he seems to not have a care in the world. Stepping inside, you close the door and take your shoes off. He doesn’t mind you having access to his house with you unsupervised. After all, he did give you the keys to unlock the door.

His home looks comfortable and lived in, not overly clean but not messy per se. You sit on the couch, crossing your legs and laying your head back. While you know it’s rude to begin feeling this irritated, if something didn’t happen soon you were going to have to call for a ride and get home to a toy or even indulge in one of the sleazy dating apps you’re all too familiar with.

Pulling out your phone, you respond to a few notifications you garnered over dinner, nothing of real substance, but better than sitting in silence. A few friends have invited you to a bar not too far from your location, and you consider it, but the front door opening grabs your attention.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He smiles at you and you lay your phone down on the cushion beside you, feeling like you’ve been caught texting in class. “I see you made yourself at home.”

“Oh, I-” you stand up, even more embarrassed.

Does he take pleasure in making you uncomfortable or are you just too on edge?

“Sit back down,” he laughs walking into the kitchen. “Would you like a drink?”

“No thank you,” you answer quickly, sitting back down and laying your hands in your lap to fiddle with your fingers.

He comes back into the living room with his shirt unbuttoned a few, his chest peeking out, and a beer in his left hand. Sitting on the recliner adjacent to the couch, he motions for you with his pointer finger then pats his lap. Your body moves without thinking, straddling him with your knees sinking into the soft cushion of the recliner on either side of his hips. He grins watching your dress ride up your thighs before he takes a drink from his beer.

“Why are you acting so shy now? What happened to that confident little attitude?” He sets the beer down on the table between the couch and chair.

“Why are you toying with me?” You ask, furrowing your brow and tilting your head. “Just fuck me already.”

“There it is,” he chuckles. “You’re not as good of a girl as you think. You’re nothing more than a spoiled brat who needs put in her place. Lucky for you, I know just how to handle bratty girls like you.”

His thumb pulls on your bottom lip and you part them, letting his middle and index finger slip in and press against your tongue. You moan at first, grinding your cunt against his thigh before his fingers slip further in and make you gag. Closing your eyes you grind on him harder, the gagging only intensifying and your body lighting on fire.

“Pathetic,” he laughs while resting his cheek against his hand. Opening your eyes more you see he looks unamused, even as he shoves his fingers down your throat more. “Moaning like this over what? I’m barely touching you.”

You moan again, pressing your core harder on his thigh and whining. Your fingers dig into the arm of the recliner, steadying yourself while you ride his thigh. It feels too good to stop, the minute amount of pleasure intensified by Daichi’s fingers in your mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong,” his voice making you whine again. “Maybe you’re not a brat, just a dumb little slut desperate to cum.” Removing his fingers from your mouth, you take deep breaths, coughing and leaning your head on his shoulder.

“P-please,” you beg. “Please fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you in me. I’ll be good, I swear.” You sound desperate, you know it and so does he.

“Do you think you deserve it?” He rubs the spit from his fingers onto your cheek while holding your jaw. He shakes your head back and forth slowly as a no for you. “That’s right. You don’t deserve daddy’s cock.”

“B-but-” you whine and grind against him. “Please!”

“Hmm,” he hums, releasing your jaw and licking his fingers clean before taking another sip from his beer. “Maybe if you earn it. I’m not in the mood to fuck an ungrateful whore.”

“Anything!” You nearly shout, eager to please him.

How you’re feeling is different than usual, the need to do whatever Daichi wants completely takes over your own desires. While the feeling is new, it’s something you want to continue to chase. Your head feeling lighter and body burning is all too good to give up now.

“Do I need to tell you what to do?” You nod. “Of course,” he chuckles, “silly of me to forget you’re nothing but a dumb brat. Get on your knees in front of me. Put that mouth to good use for once, won’t ya?”

“Yes daddy,” you say quietly, sliding onto the floor and tugging at his pants.

His belt is a struggle, and he makes no attempt to help you until you’re sliding his pants and boxers off and he lifts his body up just enough to get them down his thighs. Gripping his cock, your mind races wondering if you’ll even be able to fit his girth in your mouth as your fingers barely manage to wrap around him.

“If I finish this beer before you make me cum, I might not fuck you at all.” He says tapping your forehead with the cold glass bottle. “Do you understand?”

You nod again and he leans back into the recliner. Precum leaks from the tip and you wipe it up with your tongue, enjoying the taste as it floods your senses. As your tongue swirls around the head and your warm mouth takes him in, he moans.

It’s quiet and short-lived, but enough to encourage you to take more of him. He fills your mouth so quickly, but you’re determined to make him cum; unsure if it's because you’re desperate to be fucked or if you just really want to please him. Either way, you’re going to have him cumming in your mouth in minutes, you know you can.

You gag loudly when you force him into your throat, nearly taking him to the hilt. This time his moan is louder and longer, making you buzz with pride. Managing to keep him deep in your mouth you rub his balls with your shaky fingers while setting a steady pace bobbing your head up and down.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I guess that mouth is useful for something…” another moan breaks his last word but you don’t care.

The condescending praise just enough to make you hum against him with glee. He bucks his hips when you do, his fingers tangling in your hair and forcing you to choke on him again. You claw at his thighs, desperate to come up for air while you fight against him. He releases the tight hold and you take him out coughing as you stroke him with your hand.

You watch with a frown while he drinks on his beer again, watching carefully as the faint line of liquid lowers nearing the bottom of the bottle. You can do this, you tell yourself before taking a deep breath and taking him back in your mouth. Humming against him lightly while massaging his balls in your palm earns the same reaction, except you’re better at keeping a steady pace now.

“Shit,” he groans.

His cock twitches against your tongue and warm spurts of cum coat your mouth before you can swallow fast enough. He pulls you off his cock by your hair.

“Tongue,” he says and you stick it out timidly.

He spits on your tongue before pulling you to his face and kissing you, his tongue invading your mouth and making you gag at the taste of his beer. His kiss takes your breath away, literally struggling for air as he continues. You’re coughing and pulling away from him while a mix of spit and cum runs down your chin.

“I didn’t think you could do it,” he admits. “I’m surprised someone as desperate and stupid as you could make me cum that fast. I suppose I should reward you then, hmm?”

“Please daddy, please,” you beg. “Want your cock in me so bad.”

His hand slips under your dress and rubs against your soaking panties. “You really do want me, don't you baby?”

You nod.

His free hand gropes your breast, pinching your nipple through the thin material of your dress. You close your eyes biting your lip as you enjoy the not so soft touches he gives you. You moan when his fingers slip into your panties, sliding against your puffy clit.

“Daddy!” You squeal when his middle finger slides inside of you and curls. “Fuck, more please.”

He laughs, pulling his finger out and standing up. He sheds his clothes while you remain on your knees in front of him. You can’t help but admire how good he looks above you like this. Honestly, you think you’d do anything to remain in this moment even if the anticipation of him splitting you open is forcing you to clench around nothing.

Daichi offers you his hand and he assists you in standing to your feet, but it doesn’t last long. He bends you over the arm of his recliner in seconds, pulling your dress down and allowing your bare breasts to fall from it.

“Tell daddy what you want,” he teases while rubbing his cock between your folds.

“Want your cock!” You turn your head back to look at him. “Please, I need it.”

“Good fucking girl,” he groans while sliding inside of you.

Even with your intense arousal and the spit on his cock, it stings. Your body goes limp against the arm of the recliner as you try and relax your body to let him in. Crying into the cushion, you try to not be too loud while getting used to his size.

“If I’d known you’d be this tight, I would have fucked you sooner,” he says after fully sheathing himself inside of you.

He isn’t nice enough to give you more time, too overwhelmed with the way you squeeze him so nicely to not start thrusting immediately. You cry out when his cockhead hits deep inside of you, pulling against your walls as he pulls back out only to do it all over again.

It hurts. It feels ethereal.

“Daddy!” You whine as his fingers twirl your nipple between them and he holds you back against him while relentlessly pounding into you. “Too much!”

“Be a good girl,” he hisses. “I know you can take it.”

You whimper in response, his thrusts forcing your breasts into his hands while he continues to assault them. Your thighs begin to shake and your core feels like it’s a tightwire about to break.

“Wanna cum!” You tell him, some part of you knows it's better to warn him or ask instead of letting yourself go. “Please, daddy! Let me cum.”

“Aw, my little slut is learning,” he chuckles, thrusting deep into you and letting you fall back onto the recliner. “Go ahead, cum for daddy. Cream all over my cock sweetheart.”

He hits the sweet spot inside of you once more and you come undone, cumming around his cock and crying out a mixture of daddy and curses. He grunts as you clench around him, body pliable for him to hold you closer while rapidly fucking you.

He cums, and you feel it drip out of you around his cock before you comprehend what’s happened. You’re too fucked out to even care if you’re honest. He pulls your panties back to the side as he pulls out of you.

“You’re going to keep it all in, aren’t you?” He pulls his pants back on, leaving his shirt on the floor and sitting on the couch.

You nod, pulling your dress back over your breasts and adjusting the thin straps back to a comfortable position on your shoulders. He pats his lap again, and you sit across him, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your cheek against his shoulder.

A knock at the door startles you and you look at Daichi with a concerned face.

“Oh,” he laughs. “I lost track of time. Can you get that?”

You sheepishly nod. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I need to go grab something from my room. I’m sure you can handle it.” He disappears down the hall.

Running your hands through your hair to make sure you don’t look crazy, you open the door.

“Oh,” a sharp tone greets you.

“Big sis!!” Kaiya screams, jumping up and down and running inside.

Shit.

“Uh,” who you assume to be her mother says shaking her head. “Is Daichi here?” She’s irritated, and reasonably so. “I need to speak with him immediately.”

“Yeah, he’s right-”

“What do you want?” He appears back into the living room, pulling a loose shirt over his head as he comes in.

He easily could have done that before. Is he doing this on purpose?

Oh god, he is.

You look quickly between the two of them as he steps in the doorway with you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“I think we need to speak in private.” His ex tells him, eyeing you up and down.

“Sweetheart, do you care to take Kaiya to her room to play for a few minutes?” He kisses your forehead and you look away from the intense glare you receive from Kaiya’s mother.

“Daichi! Why are you-”

“Stop,” he says loudly. “---- can watch her for a moment.” He lets go of you.

“Can you show me your room Kaiya?” You ask sweetly and she takes your hand and guides you down the hall.

You’re not sure if you’re grateful Daichi got you away from his ex or if you’re happy Kaiya won’t have to see her parents bicker. Either way, it’s a win for you. Your heart is beating against your chest, making you nauseous. There’s no way he just forgot he was getting his daughter tonight.

You’re flattered that he used you to make her angry, but the more spiteful part of you wishes he had let you in on it a little more. Having you answer the door was good, but you could have left your hair a mess or something more…

“Big sis, why are you here? Did you and daddy have a playdate?” She asks, handing you a stuffed rabbit while you sit on the floor of her room with her.

“Uh,” you giggle. “Yeah, we had a playdate.”

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