#marvel fans look away

[beelas-bees]

this is pos!! your take on cheeteh z and how like none of his maps feature women is SO CORRECT like oouu,,,

hehehe thank youuu *twirls hair*

I feel like women in cheeteh z maps only have these personalities:

-dead

-missing for god knows what reason (mothwing and tawnypelt)

-evil

-mom

-camera (just a spectator, like squilf in serpent sol (she doubles as a mom as well))

like I could care less about cheeteh z and his *gags* ccu,,, but huh, it really makes you think

#wc fans really be like: the erins suck! let me rewrite it! *makes it worse* #hollyleaf in hollyfawn is sooooo uninteresting. you took away all of her good parts #also. the use of ccu is /neg. if that wasnt obvious #cheeteh. if your maps are being compared to marvel movies thats. not good! #i could go on but. i try not to think about cheeteh z and his maps too often now. gives me a headache 😇 #anyways. theres this really good thread on twitter thats been going around recently about current map culture and. #*looks at cheeteh z* #haha..... #asks #anon #cheeteh please dont sic your fans on me. i Will cry

[phoenixcatch7]

Going absolutely insane reading through the venom and Richard/Mary parker wiki entries. Like there is some real dark stuff in there.

One thing is I've been feeling like I've slipped through some alternate reality because for the longest time I've thought with all my heart and soul that venom was not in fact an alien but an artificial human made symbiote by, you guessed it, Mary and Richard Parker, who worked alongside Curtis Connor (aka Lizard) and were killed in a plane crash because people wanted the venom symbiote to make a super army. Peter finds the incomplete records of the symbiote and finishes it, bonds with it and goes through the venom arc.

Apparently none of that is true. In fact, not only is it not true, but I can't find a single reference to this in any of the three wikis I've searched - the venom Wikipedia page, the venom character wiki, and the parkers character wiki. Line break for the darker stuff.

Instead we've got all sorts of horrific experimentation and body modification and brainwashing and what have you. Like, this is very very dark, but one instance had venom take over deadpool and trap him in an illusion of a pie eating contest to make him eat spiderman. Actual cannibalism. For revenge. That's just... What. No idea how that got resolved, but I think at that point whatever universe that was in was screwed enough the whole thing got shredded to start anew. Yikes.

None of this was what I expected!!! I just wanted to double check I had my back stories straight, not whatever this.... *gestures broadly* is! Marvel is putting these guys through the wringer!

#But fr I don't know where I got my idea from #Maybe ultimate spiderman? Loved that show but I'd been a big fan of spidey before I would have noticed #Maybe that amazing spiderman cartoon. The 2000s looking one with the more washed out colours and sharp corners #I know that had a venom arc #If anyone knows I'd LOVE to hear lmao #But I think I'll be staying away in my captain marvel dc corner for a while lol #spiderman #spider man #spidey #peter parker

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰

#marvel cast #marvel cast x reader #avengers #the avengers imagine #avengers x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #chris evans #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #rdj x reader #rdj #famous reader #actress reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes imagine #tony stark imagine #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom hiddelson #tom hiddleston x reader

[sanjisblackasswife]

Black Fem! Cam Girl Reader in Mind

CW: Nanami has a voice kink, He’s a pervert, Uhhh, mutual masturbation, uhhhhh yeah pure slutty smut

Thinking about Nanami’s little dirty secret of him watching a specific cam girl almost every other night when he gets off work.

He don’t even remember when he started watching her, he watches porn like any other man yes, but as far as joining sex calls or live streams or even only fans just wasn’t in his interest.

However he misclicked a twitter link once and since then he’s been a regular watching her.

She’s has a relatively smaller audience since she’s new , no more than 40-50 people and doesn’t get many comments, but quite a bit of donations from anonymous perverts that ask her to do things like play with herself with a specific sex toy she has lined up.

It was a marvel to behold to Nanami, her beautiful figure plastered on the screen when he clicks her live, her pretty full legs spread so wide they get out of the camera. He swears he heard her mention she has been in gymnastics.

Her skin complexion was also what captivated him, she looked fake almost. Not in a derogatory sense, but it was astonishing how someone as beautiful as her has less than 100 veiws despite being so new.

Every night he comes home, mentally drained, throwing his clothes from one area of the room to the next, he’ll worry about it in the morning. As for now, it’s almost 9pm which means his favorite girl is about to start the show.

It started off as something he swore to watch once, get off, and never go back to the site again.

That was until he became addicted to the way she cums.

Something about it.

The way her left thigh twitch and jiggles signalling she’s close, her fatty lower lip being chewed on while her voice gets higher in pitch, the way how her eyes squint, but fail to keep focus as they roll back.

She sounds so fucking sexy when she cums.

She is so whiney and needy she begins to overstimulate herself which really drives Nanami over the edge.

“So greedy…” Nanami thinks as his strong fist grips the base of his dick, “Fuck keep going.

She plays with her breast a lot too when she cums on her little fingers, rubbing her clit in circles, bucking her hips at the camera.

It never failed to make the tired blonde man cum in seconds.

It’s been almost a month of this and he tries not to think about it too much. Watching her for a moment, getting off then immediately shutting off the laptop to clean up and go to bed.

but tonight he wanted to go a little further.

He never comments, he never donates, but tonight there was something in the air, maybe it was the new lingerie she wore to show off, maybe it was the need of seeing more of her. Though it’s been a month, nanami began to stay after cumming, watching her reply and give thanks to donations. He once stayed an entire live and honestly it was most he ever came in his entire life.

She was just so cute. Her voice was so delicate and sweet despite the slutty acts she was doing.

“Fuck it.” He though, clicking and typing away.

“Mr. John Doe has donated $150.”

“Oh!” Her voice almost purred in his heard making him groan as he laid on the headboard of his bed. “Thank you Mr. Doe. That’s so kind of you!…um…as a thank you do you have any requests for me tonight?”

Nanami’s breath hitched a little, her big doe eyes looking at the screen of her chat, she insisted she’d do almost anything and for a moment Nanami was going to just tell her to do whatever she liked but…

her voice. He needed to hear it more.

“Mr. John Doe has Donated $250: Moan my name while you play with yourself, it’s Kento.”

Her eyes widened at the message for a second leaving Nanami to sigh in embarrassment, why would he do that of course she’s not—

“Kento…that’s a really cute name.” She giggled, taking off the top of her pink and black set revealing her breast to massage, “Mkay! Thank you again, Kento..”

It was like her voice had a spell on him, immediately he lowered the waist band of his grey sweats and pulled out his dick and lube from his nightstand.

She did as told, teasing herself with her fingers on her clit, Nanami watched carefully stroking the shaft of his dick at the same pace as her,

“Kentooooo..” She whined throwing her head back., “‘Wish you were here to do this for me…’need you so badly..”

“Fuck..” Nanami growled, he wish he was there, one of his fingers are twice the size of 2 of hers, he knew he could have her cum way faster, maybe even squirt all around his wrist and hand, but alas.

He’s stuck w his own sticky seed flowing down his knuckles and palm. He overstimulated himself to the point he felt a tear fall down the corner of his eye.

“Ken! Kento!” Her voice pitched, she’s close, “Kento yes!”

The chants of his name while she falls flat on her back leaving nothing but her drooling wet cunt on screen left Nanami speechless, his cheeks were pink and hot, his hair no longer properly parter but flowing over his eyes he couldn’t take it. He wish he knew her real name and not username to moan with her.

“Hah…” She breathed moving back towards the camera, she started sucking on her own wet sticky fingers, and that made Nanami’s cock twitch , she’s such a dirty girl. “Hope it was to your liking, Kento. Thank you for the donation!”

If only he could give her more than a few dollars and stupid requests.

Maybe.

Part 2 Here

#TimikosNanami #nanamin #nanami kento #nanami smut #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami x y/n #nanami x black!reader #nanami x me #jjk smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #nanami headcanons

[seraphdreams]

DON'T FORGET ME | BAJI KEISUKE.

⋆˙⟡♡ synopis. going to a concert with your best friend certainly has its perks. and so does hooking up with one of the bandmates.

⋆˙⟡♡ contains. bimbo!reader, rockstar!baji, unprotected sex, pet names, asphyxiation, creampie, semi-public sex, baji being sleazy + eighteen plus, mdni.

⋆˙⟡♡ word count. 3.3k.

“Thanks for coming to tonight’s show! Here’s one more song before we head out!”

You’d never been much of a fan of underground rock music, and quite frankly, you still weren’t. Something about obnoxiously loud vocals backed up with random electric guitar riffs just never settle right within your spirit. In fact, you almost forgot the real reason you stood just yards away from one of the biggest up and coming rock bands.

For one thing, the air was incredulously too suffocating. Bodies upon bodies virtually sewn together despite the spacious arena that held them, and the stage lights abnormally dim—Only a few saffron-hued luminescences casted upon the four males that appeared on the platform. You hardly saw the members in the far back on their guitars but of what you could make out, one had white hair decorated with a small black streak and tan skin that glimmered under the hot lights while the other, with a dark neck tattoo and bold eyes, drank from his half-full water bottle.

Mostly by the front and center of the stage, occupied the drummer and the person who was just speaking out from the mic mere seconds ago.

“That’s my fucking brother!” Your best friend and little sister of the main vocalist, Airi shouted. She was but the replication of her brother; large, emerald orbs dazzled with long dark brown eyelashes and heaps of wavy blonde hair that fell downward to her lower back. Her outfit choice of leather pants donned with a matching corset top left none of her figure to the imagination, an ode to her love of the genre.

Wherever Airi went, you followed, and when she proposed the idea of seeing her brother and his bandmates perform, you couldn’t pass up the opportunity—Not to mention the free front row tickets he offered.

It was clear Chifuyu heard his sister from the crowd, looking down at the two of you with an illustrious smile and gesturing a two finger salute. He inched back with the microphone taut in the grip of his left hand and sent off a cue to the rest of his bandmates. Music followed hastily after and he began to sing.

Throughout the whole show, your eyes remained locked onto the raven-haired drummer. You marveled at each and every ministration he made, how his demeanor seemed to switch with each passing song and how the sweat accumulated on his perfectly toned body. In your head, you could’ve cursed Airi for not telling you about him beforehand, he’s totally your type.

You bobbed your head along to the melody that flowed within your ears and it was evident to Airi that you were enjoying the show you formally told her you “probably wouldn’t enjoy.”

She leaned over to sonorously whisper-yell in your ear. “Having fun?” The expiration of her words practically fell to flat ears had you not seen her in your peripheral view. In all honesty, you were more-so focused on the aggression that sexy drummer displayed while he played. How did he not break the drumset? Surely, he was strong enough to do so.

“Huh?” You peered over at her, vacant eyes meeting her jaded ones. She gave you her signature allknowing look and turned back to face the band.

Soon enough, the music stopped and the venue was filled with its final cheers. The stage went ominously tenebrous and the rest of the audience filed out of the stadium, except for you and Airi.

“Wanna go chill backstage?” Airi proposed. She pointed her thumb in the direction of a hallway filled with staff. “Are we even allowed to?” you started. “The place is packed with security.”

Airi mirthfully elbowed you, that sly smile on her perfectly made-up face. “I’m family, they’ll understand.”

One thing you couldn’t knock about your best friend was her adventurousness. Truthfully, you were just as bad as her, yet a bit more wary of getting in trouble—Especially if the law was involved, but you liked fun. And this was definitely what you needed. “Show me the way then, Little Matsuno.”

And with that, the both of you had set foot on your way to heading backstage.

Which undoubtedly felt like the case until you found yourself stranded among other concertgoers and personnel that you lost sight of your friend. She couldn’t have gotten far so where the hell was she? You continued your search by calling her phone, walking in any direction to pick up the slightest amount of signal.

“Hey.”

The bellow of a deep voice stopped you dead in your tracks and you sheepishly looked up with silent hopes that you hadn’t gotten in it with the wrong person. Much to your dismay (Or maybe it was a blessing), the man you’d been eyeing all night stood tall above you. Long, wavy noir tresses sat at his wide shoulders to match his black tank top that was slightly rolled up at the hem, showing off his midriff and that delicious v-line. His toned and ink littered arms folded across his chest while an undistinguishable expression etched over his features.

“Uh, hi.” You blinked a few times in dubiousness at the circumstance you so gracefully landed yourself in. Proximal distance to his figure led you to tread backward a few steps until you were at a comfortable enough range to take him in fully.

He looked so fucking mean, thick eyebrows pursed together, and sharp, amber eyes narrowed upon your figure.

“What do ya think you’re doin’?”

You had half a mind to drop to your knees and show him what was on your mind, yet you remained to keep yourself where you stood, for his sake of course.

His eyes bored holes into your frame. Whereas you couldn’t keep up with his unwavering eye contact, he managed to take note of every little quirk about you. “Um.. I was looking for my friend.” Your throat felt dry as you began to speak. “She said I could come backstage—Her name’s Airi Matsuno, Chifuyu’s sister.” The words got quieter as you spewed them out. You weren’t sure if it was your nerves or the intimidation, he’s so much taller up close.

“Eh? Fuyu’s lil’ sis?” He looked behind him to one of his bandmates, that same one as before with the blond streaks and neck tattoo. It seemed as though every member had genes blessed by the deities up above. “Tora, does Fuyu have a sister?”

The man you come to realize as “Tora” affirms your claim, adding that he had just seen Airi and Chifuyu leave the venue.

“Damn it, Ai.” You thought to yourself as if she’d actually given one day to not be herself.

The drummer turns back to look at you, this time unfolding his arms and standing somewhat widely. His thick dark brows remained quirked in a perplexed manner. He leans down to meet your gaze, hands hidden in his pockets as he concludes. “Some friend you got there. She left ya all alone.”

“She does that sometimes.” You reply.

He straightened up back to his full height, his expression softening, and a slight crack of a smile on his lips. “Guess i’ll keep ya company ‘til she comes back.”

Any other day, your humility would’ve been disregarded to the back of your mind. In all actuality, you were discourteous and loved attention, yet the feeling of a celebrity seemingly stooping low enough for some lost, 20-something year old groupie in disguise, kept your modesty in perfect condition.

“Oh, you don’t have to-“

Your words were quickly cut off by his cold demeanor as he opened one of the doors in the narrow hallway beside him. “But I wanna. /Ven aqui/.“ Eyes looked into yours like daggers and you couldn’t quite tell if he were vexed at your facade or if he were just blessed with bedroom eyes.

You followed him into what seemed to be his greenroom. It’s complete with a set of drums on one side near the corner and a half opened window, and a leather couch in the middle, not to mention the rack of clothes on the other edge.

“Didn’t catch your name, though. You are?” He questioned, sitting at the drumset in front of you. You made yourself comfortable on the plush couch, pulling the hem of your pink bodycon down in hopes you don’t reveal too much.

“I’m Y/N. And you are?”

He raises an eyebrow then follows it with a hearty laugh. “You came to my show ‘nd ya don’t even know my name?” You felt heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, but he was right. You didn’t know any of the members aside from the obvious, Chifuyu.

“My friend dragged me here, I just go wherever she goes.” You retort, a cordial grin on your face. He adjusts his sitting position and spreads his legs slightly.

It’s coming. The urge to suck dick.

“Yeah? Name’s Baji. You can call me Keisuke though.”

He pulled the pair of drumsticks from his back pocket and quietly tapped away. “You’re cute.” Dexterously, he twirled one of the sticks between his fingers where you noticed his black lacquered nails paired with the skull-esque designs of the rings that adorned said digits. “You like a college student or something?” Heat spread across your cheeks at the comment. A band member calling you cute was not something you thought you’d experience tonight, but there’s lots you haven’t experienced yet.

“Mhm. It’s a lot though, I'm thinking of dropping out.” More calm your voice was, and he picked up on your energy, sending a stern glance your way.

“Nah, don’t do that.” The melodic tapping from the drumsticks halt. “Ya seem like a smart girl, don’t be like me.”

Curiosity overtakes you, causing you to press forward. “And what are you like, Keisuke?” His name tasted saccharine falling off your tongue and filling your ears with the sweetest music. Keisuke, Keisuke, Keisuke.

“Dropped out at 14, ran around with a few gangs, and now ‘m doing music.” His words register in his mind before he continues. “But ‘m makin’ good money now, maybe you should live like me a little.”

A giggle resonated within the room and he felt his heart swell at the cute laughter. He wasn’t quite sure what urged your joy but he returned it with a smile of his own. You truly do have the prettiest face. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Ya know..” His words slipped off his tongue like honey and in turn you gave him the most of your attention, curious eyes locked on his dismal bronze ones. “I got this beat I can’t get out my head. Can I get your opinion?” His expression was glazed over in calculation with a slight pat to his thigh that you seemingly picked up. Instinctively, your body moved on its own and replied to his silent call. As you nestled into his lap, you only hoped that this had been what he was asking for. “Mhm.” Your response was curt and barely escaped under the pressure of your breath.

Your back was pressed against his chest and your core was slotted over his thigh, a relatively intimate position despite the need for cordial relations. He started up on the drums, stirring up the common one-two, one-two beat that emphasized its focus on the round bass drum that sat at the bottom of the set. It was as if with each press to the drum pedal the muscle of his thigh dangerously tensed beneath your heat, eliciting surges of delirium and pleasure straight to the very source. It’s clear he knew what he was doing from the onsight of your glossy lips parting and the faintest decibel of a gasp leaving your lips.

“Y’like it?” Deep voice ghosted over your ear as he leaned in precariously close. “Y’sure it won’t sound better like this?”

The beat he originally created morphed into one of a sonorous, heavier tone. Your body vaguely rocked over his, your tits bouncing from the nefarious rising and falling of his leg in the sweetest, yet most sinister tandem with his flexing thighs.

And all restraint vanished from within you as you diligently rutted your hips. You felt embarrassed. Like a needy nuisance needed to be taken care of, yet again, your humility sat idly by and pride dwindled from your very being.

“That—That sounds nice.” Your reply was breathy and if you thought enough of this through, your little plan of passing your insatiability off as adjusting your position would’ve worked on him. But it didn’t.

The sultry, damp sensation he felt on his blackened denim pants told him otherwise. Baji chuckled to no one in particular, the sharp canines on display while he smirked mirthfully to himself. He’s had his fair share of girls practically throwing themselves at him, and still, you were the most fun to play with.

The flexing and relaxing of his muscles didn’t let up, as with your ruthless humping. You held tightly to his knees with the pressure only gradually increasing when you felt yourself crumbling in his hold.

On the verge of your awaiting orgasm, Baji’s lips press against the shell of your studded ear.

“I saw you starin’ in the crowd tonight—Couldn’t keep my eyes off that tiny lil’ dress you’re wearing.” He moved one hand from the drumset to snake over the front of your garment, calloused hands kneading at your soft and pert breasts. The movement was one of full dexterity. Your nipples ached as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers.

“Knew you weren’t wearin’ a bra.” his lips against your ear trailed down to your neck which caused the helplessly rutting of your core over his thigh, strikingly close to orgasm. You had managed to keep your whimpers low but due to proximity, you left nothing to be unheard. A harsh tug of your nipples pulled you from the hazed out state you were entranced in.

“Gotta tell Tora I won our little bet.”

False lashes fluttered with every move the both of you made. Your voice was soft as you responded, “You’re just so fucking fine, Couldn’t help myself.”

He was used to the attention. He’s a 6’0 rockstar with a checkered past — Any girl would fall for that cliche shtick, yet something within him wanted to toy with your naivety. Would you really believe anything he said?

“I don’t get much attention from fans, but you? You’re special.”

It was that moment that sent you over the edge, a lewd cry followed by your body convulsing, pretty face screwed up in pleasure, letting Baji know your release had hit you, and fucking hard at that.

“Oh ho? That did it for ya, huh?” He watched in awe at the sopping mess of his pants while allowing you to ride out your high completely before those same strong hands bunched your dress up at the hip.

You rested against his back for a while as stray pants waned themselves from your lips.

“Ya poor thing, I ain’t even get to finish my drummin.’” his hands left your tits as he rasped out the words and settled on turning you around to face him on his lap. “Sorry..” you meekly responded. An airy chuckle sounded itself from him as he whips out his throbbing hard length.

It should be illegal to be as thick as a fucking Coke can, yet there he was — The tip flushed a deep mauve, and pretty pearlescent beads of precum streaming down his cock and over the few veins that seemed to run along the shaft. The prettiest dick you’ve ever seen, and you stared in awe until the deep clearing of his throat caught your attention.

Pumping it shallowly, he pushed those cute fucking pink lace panties to the side, revealing your glistening and sticky folds to him. He prodded the tip at your hole, bullying your core that left you aching for his touch.

“Ride it for me, muñequita.”

With no hesitation, you sank yourself down onto his cock, carefully taking him in.

“Fuck—” The low whimper is sounded from you as you began to bounce yourself on his lap. He felt impossible to take and with your hands rested over his shoulders paired with his arms at your waist, slowly pushing you further down, you didn’t think you could take it. “That’s it, baby. Ride it like it’s yours.” He cooed, letting his head fall back as you got him off.

You bit at your plush bottom lip to elicit any moans from flying which reigned ineffective when you picked up pace and rolled your hips, allowing his cock to drag against that spongey spot within your walls that had your resolve weakening.

Obscenities and the reverberation of skin on skin bounced against the walls of his green room. You were tighter than any girl he’d ever been in and much cuter too.

Once you were able to fall into a comfortable rhythm of bouncing on his cock he hastily began to work toward his own release having grown tired of your saunterous riding.

He lifted you up off his length and turned you around so that you were bent over his drumset. “I know you were trying your best,” he followed up his words with a quick slap to your ass before aligning his cock with your slit once more, “But i’m gonna need better than that.”

Baji noticed the way you faltered once he built up his own pace, with more fervor than the previous. You almost fell forward with the trajectory of the thrusts and to his chagrin, your moans amplified.

“D-Deep! ‘S so deep!” You cried wantonly. You felt your guts get turned inside out with his vigor. A scoff was heard from him in response, the inked up hands that rested at your hips now filing up your body and hooking at your elbows, holding you back flush against him as he continued to hit harder within your walls.

You felt unsteady when his right hand trailed up to your neck and gripped at your jaw before his index and middle finger slipped past your lips into your mouth. The metal of the rings tasted metallic and felt cold against your tongue, those being the least of your concerns when you felt your high from previously coil right up within you once more.

Without warning, you were hit with your release that left you limp in his hold, his fingers retracting from your mouth and messily running down your fat bottom lip where he also smeared a mix of saliva and cherry oil gloss down your chin.

Just momentarily from the sight of how pretty you looked, convulsing and crumbling because of his doing, he followed suit and filled your insides in thick, hot spurts of his cum, drops dripping down your thigh when he continued to rut inside you, emptying himself of his need.

It took you both a while to settle down, his lips hungrily taking in your neck down to your shoulder.

“Was that deep enough for ya?” He rasped and haziness filled your system when you pant to respond. “I-“

Just before you could respond, there’s a knock at the door and a familiar voice accompanied.

“Y/N! You in here? I’m ready to leave!”

It’s Airi, loud and clear after her awaited reappearance.

“Shit.” Baji cursed under his breath. He pulled you off of him and bent you over slightly, fetching a thick black marker from the table beside him and holding the cap between his teeth.

The uncomfortable sensation of the felt tip on your ass trailing down to your thigh lasted mere seconds as you tried to make out the shapes you couldn’t see. “Here’s my number. Don’t forget me.”

He stood you up properly and fixed your skirt, sending you off with a pat to your ass.

“I’ll see you again, Keisuke?”

“Damn right you will.”

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[nichuuu]

Show Me

ft. Karina

Word count: 5K+

You weren’t too sure what you were expecting when you got that text from her in the wee hours of the morning.

When it came down to Yoo Jimin, a text at two in the morning was never a request to cuddle up and watch a movie. Simply put, it was a booty call. With all this in mind, you still found yourself taken aback by her bluntness. 

Now to be clear, Karina could hypothetically have half of the men in Korea at her disposal if she wanted. You knew at least ten guys that would willingly throw themselves at her if they had the chance, and they’d certainly kill to be in your position. 

She’d picked you out from a crowd of delirious fans at a concert, locking eyes with you while you were silently marvelling at the beauty of the girls from where you stood. She’d fixed you with a curious gaze, her head cocking ever so slightly as she squatted down, as if she was getting a better look at a product that she was about to buy. Then she stood up, whispered something to her members, then whispered something to the security guard who raised an eyebrow. He looked at her, then at you. 

A couple of minutes later, you found yourself in Aespa’s dressing room, seated on a couch that felt far too expensive for your ass to be on and drinking bottled water from a straw. Jimin came in just a couple of minutes later. Her explanation for your presence in the dressing room was plain and simple. 

We are going to fuck. Now take off your pants.

Karina blew you, you ate her out, then she rode you with your head between her cleavage for what felt like hours. The sex was mind-blowing, leaving you panting and sweaty on the floor of the dressing room. After you’d recovered, Karina called in her manager, who brought in a contract for you to sign. 

“Once you sign this,” Karina had whispered into your ear, the smell of sweat lingering around her, “you get to fuck me and the others all you want…”

In a heartbeat, your signature had been scribbled on the line given.

Just like that, you’d become one of Aespa’s toys. Including you, there were four other guys that served the same purpose that you served, and that would be pleasuring the girls. Each of them was handpicked by one of the girls, and they would serve the idols whenever they called for it. More than one man could respond to the call of one of the girls, depending on who was free at the moment that the message was sent into the group chat. They’d usually send a timing, followed by an address and a couple of suggestive emojis, or a nude if you guys were lucky. In the name of preserving the image of the global stars, you were to discreetly come to the locations sent, ensuring that no one—even your family and closest friends—were to be divulged in the nature of this “occupation”. Should you fail to adhere to this, you would face immediate termination.

With such an intricate and well thought out system, you were surprised when Karina had privately messaged you that night. It was unusual for her to break away from the well established procedure.

After that first time with Karina, you never really had the time to respond to the calls of the girls since they came at such inconvenient hours. You knew for a fact that the three other guys—who were all older than you—Actively responded to the booty calls, the naughty videos of their sessions sent into the group chat being your indication.

When you arrived at the location sent to you, you found yourself at the door of a penthouse in some posh condominium. Karina opened the door for you, clad in nothing but a bathrobe and a set of bunny slippers. 

“Welcome! Glad you could make it,” she smiled, stepping aside for you to enter. She offered you a beer—which you gladly accepted—then directed you to the couch. 

“Haven’t seen you around much… You’ve been busy?” she asked, cracking open the can of Jim Beam in her hand. 

“You could say that…” you replied.

“No worries, I know that life can get busy,” she assured you, “though it wouldn’t hurt too much to let us know, you know? The girls have been eager to meet you since I picked you up.”

She took a swig from her can, then got straight to business. 

“I want your cock.” 

That’s how the night with her started. 

You blinked.

“Huh?” you expressed blankly. She picked up the beer can once more. 

“Your cock,” she repeated, “I want it.”

You were a little surprised by her sudden request, and even more surprised that she’d spoken it so plainly. She may as well have been asking about what you’d been up to that night, for all the flatness and normality of her tone. 

“Why didn’t you call the other guys?” you continued to ask. 

“Why do you think I messaged you privately?” 

She was seated next to you on the couch, a can of beer in her hands as she stared at you. The frivolity in her voice was hard to ignore, the mischievously innocent twinkle in her eyes making you feel all sorts of things, fuzzy being the predominant sensation. 

“I don't know… Maybe it was to deliver a pizza or something,” you answered her. 

She laughed. “God… You’re refreshing in comparison to the others.”

You managed a shy smile. “I um… Thanks?”

Karina leaned forward in her seat. “It’s always those other three who come and fuck us when we call for it, but never you… I’ve gotten used to them, now I’m pretty curious about you.”

She folded up her left leg and tucked it beneath her right. 

“Those guys are all the same—Really horny older men that just want a chance to fuck an idol,” she continued. Then she pointed at you, the base of her slender index finger wet with condensation from the beer can. “But you… I don’t know a single thing about you…”

You sat there silently for a moment. “Well there’s… Not many interesting things to know about me.”

“Nonsense,” Karina scoffed, “everyone has their flair or some kink. You just have to discover it”

Her eyes twinkled as she studied you for a moment. “You strike me as a guy who’s more on the shy side… Am I right?”

You pursed your lips, then nodded.

“And you’re pretty young… A lot younger than those three.”. 

You nodded again. You knew that you were the youngest amongst the men because the other three had put their ages in their descriptions. All of them had nicknames, but you had yet to earn yours.

She let silence hang in the air for a moment as she took a swig. Then—rather abruptly—she asked you, “so how do you like your women?”

You hated how casual Karina’s tone was.

“What do you mean?” you clarified. 

“You know… In bed,” Jimin explained, “how do you like them? Submissive? Dominant? Shy? You have to have a preference.”

Your sex life was pretty lacklustre in your opinion. Vanilla was the only subset you’d ever engaged in, and your session with Karina in the dressing room was the wildest thing you’d ever experienced. You never really ventured outside what you were comfortable doing, staying within the confines of what you were comfortable with. 

“I never gave it much thought,” you admitted. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Then I’d like to see what you can do then.”

She kept her eyes locked on you as she raised the can to her mouth. Dominating a woman in bed was not something you actively craved, though the thought of doing so with Karina did excite you to a colossal extent.

You waited till she finished her long sip. Then, your hand reached for her beer can, removing it from her slim fingers. You placed it back on the coffee table, just a little to the left of the ring of water droplets it’d formed. 

Her eyes remained on you as she tried best to hide the anticipation in her tight, curvy frame. Her lower lip folded inward to allow her front teeth to bite softly into it, the slightest quiver in her soft, pink lips. Your hand slipped past the bath robe as you began at her breasts.

As your fingers wrapped themselves around the swell of her bosom, a soft gasp left her mouth. Your fingers worked in tandem with your palm, squeezing, kneading—Pleasing Karina as you played with her well-formed chest, the soft mound spilling out through the gaps between your fingers. Your fingertips played lazily with the nub that stood at attention, grazing and pinching the brown nipple as you felt her core flutter in anticipation. Her breaths quickened. She trembled with need.

Your hand began its slow journey upward. Your palm—pressed flat against her skin—slid up her tits, past her collarbone and reached her throat. When your fingers closed themselves around her windpipe, she let out a strained gasp, her pupils dilating as her eyes gained a new look, a new gleam.

Want.

Your hand closed around her throat as you wordlessly urged her up on her feet. You started to push her away from the couch, and she stumbled initially, but she quickly found her footing as you dragged her to the nearest wall, small hands clutched around your wrist. When you reached the wall, you pushed her roughly against it. The back of her head made a deep thud as it hit the plaster. You hoped to god that you hadn’t hurt her, but one look at her smiling face told you that you needn’t worry. 

“That’s it,” she drawled, “show me what you can do to me.”

Hand still tight around her throat, you crushed her lips with yours, frenzied, passionate tongues duelling within the confines of her wet, hot mouth. Her hands reached around, gripping the back of your head as though wanting to press her tongue as deep as she could. With your free hand you reached up and squeezed a trembling, soft breast through her bathrobe, then it slid back down her body to untie the string that held the bathrobe together. Karina let the garment slide off her milky shoulders, the glory of her nude body now on full display.

Your fingers found her dripping slit. She moaned into your mouth. Your hand tightened around her throat, her moan slipping into a strained gasp.

“Get on your knees,” you hissed.

Karina slowly dropped to her knees, eyes locked on yours all the while. They were  wide open, dripping with anticipation and perverse gratitude. You could see her body trembling with excitement.

Her fingers worked with practised grace at your pants—Unfastening, undoing, undressing. She unwrapped you like a present, the fiery hot lust in her gaze bleeding her doe-like eyes with want and desire. Your cock sprang from its bounds, hard and stiff, and there was no hesitation when she stuck out her tongue. She began at your base, nestling her entire face into your crotch before her wet, warm tongue darted out and licked you from base to tip. Slowly, she lathered your shaft with her glistening saliva, curling the tip of her tongue around, beneath and all over, licking up your already leaking juices that oozed from your tip. 

Your hand found the side of her head. With care, you gently combed a hand through her soft, silky hair, watching contentedly as Karina’s tongue made a repeated commute on the path that was your shaft, sliding from base to tip, base to tip, over and over and over. She smelt of soap, a sign that she’d gotten ready for you. It would be a shame that the work put into smelling good would come undone in a matter of minutes.

Your right palm approached the front of her head. You pushed forward until you heard a not-so-gentle thud—The sound of her head hitting the wall. The needy moan that left her lips at the impact told you that what she felt is not at all pain, rather a sense of pressure that was derived from a dark part of her. You continued to press her head against the wall as you slid your cock into her mouth, her soft pink lips parting to take it in.

With your hands on either side of her skull, you began to fuck her mouth.

She choked slightly on your first few thrusts, gagging and retching slightly at the unforgiving, stiff meat invading her mouth at a merciless pace. But soon, she got used to it. 

Soon, she adapts, her surprise giving way to experience and lust. Soon, she learned to brace her hands against your thighs in order to keep her head and mouth at a steady enough level to take you again and again without gagging. 

You groaned, moaned and sighed with each thrust into Karina’s mouth, her eyes staring up at you all the while. Her mouth was wet and hot. Her tongue was aggressive and teasing.

Her lips—Those pretty, plump fucking lips that looked so good around your cock—Were wrapped tightly around the thick, hard cock pumping in and out of her face. 

The sight of your shaft, slick with her spit as it plunged in and out of her mouth, was sublime. You can’t keep your gaze from her eyes for long, quickly flicking your focus back on the orbs that were wide open and locked on yours as you took pleasure from her pretty little mouth. They were still needy, wanton and lustful. They still showed her craving, her want, her longing. They began to water, tears falling down her cheeks as her  mascara started to streak her face. She couldn’t give a damn about the mess you’ve made of her face, not when you were using what was yours. Your cock stretched her mouth, made her jaw sore. She didn’t care, didn't even feel the pain. All she could feel is your stiff shaft, pumping in and out, burying and retracting at a relentless pace.

When the tip of your cock first pushed into her throat, she gagged sharply. You were almost afraid you’d crossed the line, afraid you’d actually hurt her. But when one of the hands she had placed on your hips slipped down her body and dove between her legs, you knew that she was loving every second of the treatment. You pushed, thrusting deeper and harder into her mouth. Your head invaded her willing throat with each thrust into her mouth, wet, slurping, gurgling sounds of her slick mouth being fucked over and over again with your  hard throbbing cock filling the air, a lewd melody to your ears as you properly fucked Karina’s pretty little face. 

Soft thuds of the back of her head knocking against the back of the wall resonate in your ears, small muffled and strained moans that escape intermittently floating through the air. There were so many sounds, and they deluged your senses, turning you delirious with pleasure.You used her, and you used her well. The minutes passed, but they felt like hours. Her mouth felt like heaven.

“I’m going to cum down your fucking throat,” you growled. The wet, wordless gurgle that escaped Karina’s throat might have been the most arousing sound you ever heard her make.

With a final thrust, you push your cock as deep as you can inside her mouth, and you release.

When you cum, your cock spurts thick, hot semen right down her throat. She gagged and gurgled, almost choking on your hot load. Her hand that was busy between her legs quickly returned to your thigh, and she quickly learned to swallow to keep pace with the thick liquid being shot into the back of her mouth. 

It was utterly sublime. The sight of her on her knees with her eyes locked on yours, eyelids quivering as she struggled to swallow your semen fast enough only heightens the sheer pleasure of it all. Thick semen mixed with spit spilled from the corners of her lips with a wet cough when she finally failed to swallow fast as you could unload it into her mouth. She gagged again, but made sure to keep your spasming, quivering cock inside her mouth until you finally ran dry and your slick, still-hard cock slips from between tired lips.

She licked it all up, cleaning it all, every drop, from base to tip. She licked you clean, even if she herself looked dirty and filthy while doing so. Her cheeks were stained with dark streaks, her lips and chin glistening from spit, saliva and cum that dripped down her neck.  You reached down and caressed a tear-streaked cheek, taking in her unkempt appearance that paralleled her usual complex. 

“Get up,” you told her, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her obedience was delightful. When she rose, you spun her around and—not too gently—pushed on the small of her back. Her mascara streaked cheek contacts the plaster, her body arching deliciously, her ass protruding towards you. She looked so deliciously fuckable, and you knew damn well that she knew that too.

“This is what you wanted, right?” you growled, “you wanted to see how well I could use your little body, didn’t you?”

“Fuck yes,” she hissed back immediately, her voice hoarse and raspy, “I want you to fucking use me, use ever part of me to your liking…”

She gasped when your still hard shaft rubbed against her heat. Her hands braced themselves against the wall, her body relaxed and resigned as you deliver a slap to her ass. 

“Fuck Karina,” you couldn’t help but vocalise as you squeeze the firm flesh, “I love your body so much…”

“Do you?” she whispered, “then please fu—”

She never expected you to slip into her mid-sentence. Her sentence is abruptly ended, making way for a moan that cuts in and leaves her mouth. 

“What’s that Karina?” you taunted, “I can’t hear you.”

Her body shuddered as you sheathed yourself completely with her hot, tight pussy. Her walls squeeze down on either side as if they were taking a mould of your cock, imprinting its shape, size and length to fit it like a glove. Then shamelessly, Karina lets her plea tumble from her lips.

“Fuck me.”

The moan that filled your ears was nothing short of erotic when you began to thrust into the waiting depths of that amazing body. Her soft breasts became your surface of contact—your grips on her tight yet curvy body as you pumped yourself deep into Karina’s wanton pussy. She felt tighter than the first time you’d entered her, her moans even more needy than the first time you’d heard them, her body even more delicious than the first time you’d seen it. Her hair cascaded past her shoulders, and you made the effort to push it away so that you can get the best view of her arched back. 

“Fuck! Your—hngh… Your cock is fucking me so good! Ah!” 

For a long few minutes, your eyes stayed on the tantalising curve of her back, admiring the sweat slicked skin that glistened in the light on the apartment as her ass cheeks rippled with each thrust made into her dripping wet slit. Her breaths quickly become ragged, Karina’s lungs quickly becoming unable to keep up with the demand of oxygen that was needed to take the pounding you were giving her. She struggled to stay on her feet, her knees buckling under the weight of the arousal in her being. You had to step a little closer to support her against that wall.

The arousal derived from the videos of her getting fucked by the other men were a mere grains of sand—nothing in comparison to the pleasure that you were experiencing. You’d watch the videos that were taken, observing through the screen of your phone with wide eyes and a rock hard boner as Karina’s body was ravished by another guy. Her cute moans—even cuter in person—would fill your ears through your headphones at home, a rock hard shaft eliciting more cries of similar quality as the sound of her skin slapping against his would emanate from the earbuds in your ears. You could only re-imagine the feel of her warm cunt wrapped around your length, pulsing and pressing in on your member as your hand pumped you to completion. Now that she was right here, getting fucked by you right here, right now, you found that your imagination pained in comparison to what you had pictured in your head. 

To say that her pussy was sublime would be an understatement. You didn’t know what the best word to describe the sensation of fucking her was, but you knew that it would follow closely along the lines of divine. Each entrance felt like heaven, each thrust felt like the embodiment of bliss. The holy grail that was Yoo Jimin’s body was bringing you pleasure like no other, an unparalleled, unchallenged taste of heaven. 

“Oh go… M-My pussy feels so fucking full… O-Oh!” she managed to gasp, “y-you’re filling me! My pussy has never… Felt… So good!” 

You leaned in such that you were right in her ear. “Do you like how my cock stretches you out, Karina?”

“F-Fuck yes! I love it! I… Ah! Fucking love it!” came her whiny reply.

Her body began to rock back against yours, her crotch crashing onto yours. You gritted your teeth; your grip on her left breast tightened. Karina’s hair whipped back, raven black, sweat matted strands sent flying. She looked back at you, her face scrunched in an expression of bliss. Her lips, wrapped around your cock mere minutes before, were slightly parted, giving space for moans and sighs and gasps to spill freely from her throat. Her eyes were filled with need. Against the wall, her hands tighten into fists.

“Pull… On my hair,” she requested wantonly, “pull on it like I’m a fucking doll.”

The emphasis on the word doll aroused you to no end. Your right hand left her breast, capturing a handful of Karina’s hair in a makeshift ponytail that you gripped tightly. You yanked back. Her pussy tightened. An expletive comes flying from her mouth. Your shaft glistened with the mix of her juices and spit, slipping in and out between her flushed, slick folds seamlessly as you held on to that lock of hair like reigns on a horse.

“Yes… Yes… Just… Just like this!” she cried, “fuck me just like this!”

Her eyes were half lidded with pleasure, the tender flesh of her ass cheeks bouncing and rippling. You wished you had a mirror before you, that way you could watch the hypnotic bounce of her breasts as her body was rocked with your thrusts, but you could settle with the view of her trembling back. The tiny, slim figure that so many adored quivered before you, pleasure and excitement wracking her nerves and filling her muscles, occupying every cell of her body while you fucked her with deep, fast thrusts. It looked exactly as it had in one of the videos in the group chat, only difference being that it was more raw and far more lewd.

You freed your left hand from her left breast to push down on her back, the gradient of the curve of her spine becoming steeper as you forced her lower. Your cock reached new depths in this position, spearing deeper into her willing pussy and filling her in a more intimate manner. Her moans, gasps and sighs were lewd notes of pleasure, and they began to crescendo as the thick, hard, throbbing meat plunging into her tight little cunt heightens the pleasure coursing through her system.

At some point, you started to feel her walls growingly tighten. You increased your tempo, drilling in and out of the tight hot warmth of her body with quick, deep strokes. With each stroke you didn’t pull out more than halfway, concentrating instead on pumping hard and fast. Her body quickly adapted, crashing down harder against you each time you bottomed out inside of her. Her moans turned into her cries, her cries turned into mewls. 

“Oh god… I-I’m—”

She never got to finish her sentence. It took an otherworldly will to not join Karina in her bliss when she came. With a strained cry, you felt her walls clamp down, her body twitching and convulsing. Her legs shook violently, her mouth frozen in a silent scream as you step forward and flush her body completely against the wall. For long minutes, you stayed buried deep inside Karina as she climaxed, holding on to her slim waist to support her. She shook in your grasp, the orgasm overtaking her brain functions and overwhelming her to the point of speechlessness. She takes a moment to wind down. 

“Karina…” you whispered. When she turned back to look at you, you gently placed your lips on hers. She kissed you back with equal tenderness, a small sigh escaping her as you gently fondled her breasts. 

“You’ve been holding on to my tits this whole time,” she remarked, breath fully returned. “You must really like them, huh?” 

“Can you blame me?” you asked. Karina smiled teasingly.

“I can’t… All of the guys love my tits,” she told you, “you’re the only one that hasn’t fucked them yet.”

You took the hint, your cock slipping out of her freshly fucked pussy with a slick pop as you stepped back. Her sweaty body had left an imprint on the wall, the spot where her cheek had been pressed a dark spot of moisture. You could only look at it for a second longer before Karina took you by the hand. She led you back to the couch, getting you settled in on it before she took her place on her knees. 

With a smile, she cupped her heavy breasts with her hands. “You don’t have to tell me when you’re going to cum. I like surprises.”

Karina took a moment to spit on your cock, a long rope of her glistening saliva landing squarely on your head. She pumped your shaft a few times, ensuring that her spit was mixed thoroughly into the mixture of her juices that slicked your member.

When she leaned forward and captured your shaft between her soft, warm breasts, your breath caught in your throat. For a moment, everything seemed to go quiet. It was only when Karina started to move that your senses were restored to you. 

Trapping your cock in a tunnel of warmth and wetness, she began to bounce her mounds along on your length, thrusting the shaft between her breasts—up and down, up and down. You watched the scene play out in front of you, enjoying the pleasure radiating from your shaft, travelling up your spine and intoxicating your brain. Her hands travelled towards the front of her breasts as she captured her own nipples with her index finger and thumb, pinching the stiff peaks as she bounced her mounds up and down on your stiff dick. You weren’t shy, conveying your pleasure through soft groans and sighs. All the while, Yoo Jimin fixed you with a smile, one that was pure and innocent enough to make the adulterated act seem so pure. 

“Do you like it?” she whispered, “do you like my tits milk your cock?”

“Fuck yes Karina,” you hissed. 

She suddenly stopped for a moment. You felt her hands grasp on to yours, guiding them to grip either one of her amazingly soft breasts in each hand. 

“Take control,” she invited you, “set the pace. Cum whenever you want.”

For a moment, you took in the sight of Karina’s tits wrapped around your slick shaft. Then the pure, animalistic desire for pleasure took over, and you were squeezing her breasts together, keeping them tightly-knit around your dick like a sleeve while you pumped between her sweaty cleavage. She let her hands rest on either side of your thighs, a soft gleam in her eyes as she watched your cock disappear and reappear between her mounds.

When she started to stick her tongue out to catch the underside of your sensitive head, the curse that flew out of your mouth was one that was loud and resonant, travelling up into the air and blending with the lewd squelching and slapping in the air. You heard her giggle, a warped sound of delight as she watched you pump faster and faster between her breasts. Her hot breath blanketed the head of your cock, the softness of her tongue cushioning your dick against it as it made it disappeared and reappeared through the tunnel of bliss.

When you came, time came to a standstill. You could pinpoint the exact moment when the first rope of cum left your dick, smearing on the insides of Karina’s tits as your shaft speared past the summit of her breasts. Then you held your position, hot, thick ropes of semen spurting forth and creating a mess out of Karina. She closed her eyes, letting the warm fluid coat her face and chest in content, her hands cupping her breasts for you as your orgasm inundated your mind. Every corner, every inch of your brain was wracked with ecstasy, a feeling like no other washing over your body. 

You weren’t sure when your eyes had shut themselves, but when they opened, you found that Karina had resumed the movements of her breasts up along your shaft, gently and tenderly milking every last drop out of your spent and sore cock. She waits till your dick stops twitching to withdraw before proceeding to eagerly clean herself up, scooping up the gooey ropes that painted her upper body with her fingers so that she could send them into her mouth. You watched her clean herself thoroughly, leaving no stone unturned. 

With a look of satisfaction, she rose up and settled down next to you on the couch. Her hand slipped under your chin, gingerly turning your face towards her. 

“I don't think I want to share you with the rest,” she whispered, “you can be exclusively mine… How does that sound?”

Wearily, you nodded. 

With another one of those pure smiles that purged the sheer filth of the act from the air, Karina sealed the deal with a kiss. 

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Hello, this was a pure BFH fic that I wrote, so it's not exactly the most coherent and well edited, but I just want to get it out :p. Hope you guys enjoy!

~Nichuuu

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could i request james potter x reader where james discovers reader’s small “j.f.p.” tattoo on her hip and he’s like !!! obsessed :D<3 ofc only if u feel like writing it love u 🦌

this is such a cute ideaaa !! ty for the request my darling, I hope you’re well! (wc: 860) (cw: non-sexual nudity)

You’d gotten it while James was away on a trip with friends. Not exactly a whim-of-the-moment thing, but neither was it entirely planned. You knew you wanted him on you somewhere, sometime, and then Marlene asked you to accompany her for a septum piercing…

The rest fell into place. There was a small postcard in your pocket that you’d pulled from your mailbox, with James’ scratchy handwriting detailing his excursions and how much he missed you. At the bottom, he’d signed his initials, and that was what you gave the artist for reference.

There was a week of marveling at it afterwards, tracing over it with your fingertips every time your shirt lifted and wondering what James would say. If he had come home a couple days earlier, you might’ve gone with your heart and shown him right away, but he didn’t.

So when James barreled through the door of your shared apartment, towing bags and gifts, you stayed silent.

The two of you had dinner, sat down for a movie that you didn’t watch. James described the whole trip and rubbed your feet and told you he missed you. You knew you couldn’t keep the tattoo a secret, but you couldn’t will yourself to bring it up, either.

Later in the night, when only your bedroom lamps were on anymore, James came back from the shower in a skimpy towel wrap.

“Babylove, I don’t think getting dressed is in the cards for me tonight.”

You were laying on the bed, one arm under your smooshed face and the other hanging limp over the side.

James went to the dresser, smiling at your drowsy eyes and kicking feet. You murmured something like ‘good’ before he dropped his towel.

“Yeah, good,” he teased, tugging a pair of boxers on.“‘Cept I think we oughtta even the playing field here.”

Curiously, you flipped onto your back to see James better. He was in the middle of crawling onto the bed, hands and knees on each side of your legs.

“What are we evening?”

At your waist, James smiled up at you, hands leaving the bed to sweep under your night shirt.

“Oh,” you breathed, and then lifted your arms and allowed him to tug it off. You glanced furtively to the waistband of your sleep shorts, catching the sliver of ink peeking out of the top before James’ hands were there.

“Y’okay bird?”

Looking up, you met James’ careful eyes, nodding your express approval. His lips twisted, and then his needling fingers retreated from your shorts to soothe up your waist.

“Yeah? Sure?” he asked, and you put your hands in his hair to reassure him, somewhat pressed for words. “So quiet.”

“Sorry,” you managed, hands venturing over his shoulders. “Just missed you.”

You felt the truth of that curling in your belly, and James must’ve seen it on your face. Smiling wide, he swooped in to plant a sloppy kiss on your cheek. “You too.”

A second kiss on the opposite cheek, and then he was back to business undressing you.

You sucked a breath in as the elastic pulled and slid down your hips, and the whole mass of scribbles caught light. James’ eyes were on your face, your hair all fanned out, but when he sat back to toss the shorts they traveled south and—

He froze. You can’t say for how long, but it felt an eternity, your breath held tight in your chest. When your body caught up with itself and exhaled, James’ name tumbled out with it, questioning and nervous.

His eyes flicked up to you for less than a second, a sliver of acknowledgment before he’d glued his eyes on the tattoo again. Something was swimming behind his expression, and you couldn’t gauge if it was bad or good.

“Jamie,” you said again, squirming, “please say something.”

With one finger, James traced the loops and turns of his own handwriting on your skin, swallowing dryly.

“Baby,” he finally spoke, a cloying ache in his voice. “Baby.”

Finally catching your gaze again, James just gawked at you with the awe of ten men. He was touching you, absently, reverently, which you figured was a good sign.

Not quite knowing what to say, you let him work out his thoughts, staying very still.

“This is real?” You nodded, and James’ lashes fanned over his cheeks as he gave it yet another look. Then, with a spoonful of disbelief he asked, “When?”

Hips shifting a bit under him, you said, “while you were away. It’s from your letter.”

“I know what it’s from,” James assured you. “I just can’t believe…”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, beckoning James’ attention.

“If you don’t like it, Jamie, I really want you to tell me. I won’t be offended.”

James shook his head ardently.

“I really love it, bird. Really truly. I just can’t fathom how lovely you are.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from cheesing, and James’ lips curled up too, a mirror of yours.

“Though,” he said, finally settling himself on top of you, “if I’d known that’s where my signature was going, I’d have signed my full name.”

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Baby-Trapped - Part 2

This is the second part of my Evan Buckley imagine, thank you all for the amazing feedback on the first part. I hope you will like this next one, let me know what you think.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) distances herself from Evan when the people at her college believe he shouldn't be with someone younger and inexperienced like her. But things change when she falls pregnant.

Enjoy.

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A smile worked its way onto Evan's lips and he paused, looking down at the pair of arms that wound their way around his waist. He felt (Y/n)'s face press into his back between his shoulder blades and her palms spread out over his chest, gluing herself to him.

He could feel each shallow breath she took which fanned through his shirt and heated up his back.

"Have you had a drink yet?" He pushed away the bowl of salad so it was further back on the counter before he reached his hands down. Both hands moved to cup (Y/n)'s wrists and he tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling as he wanted for an answer.

When he didn't get a response, he knew the answer was no. He gave her wrists a squeeze and slowly turned round in her arms so he could tangle his arms around her and keep her pinned up against him.

"You'll make yourself ill," Evan scolded with a stern expression that started to fade the moment (Y/n) smiled sheepishly up at him.

"I'm nervous." It wasn't much of an excuse, but it was the truth.

(Y/n) was too nervous to sit down, too nervous to stop and take a full breath and too panicked to think about trying to get a drink and keep her fluids up.

Evan's team were coming round for tea.

This was going to be the first time (Y/n) would meet the people he worked with, the people he classed as his family. (Y/n) knew what they meant to him. She knew his Captain had practically become his surrogate father and his colleagues were like his siblings that kept him grounded and got him through each shift at work.

And his big sister was coming over too. Maddie was the one who raised Evan since he was a child, she was the one he looked up to and seeked her approval of almost every aspect of his life. He strived to make her proud.

This was a big family unit and it wasn't something that (Y/n) was used to. She wasn't close to her parents and she didn't have any siblings. If this dinner tonight didn't go well, (Y/n) would ruin everything. She would make things awkward for Evan when all she wanted to do was make him proud and get along with his friends. She needed to gel with them and slowly intergrate herself with them so they could all get along.

There was nothing worse than feeling like the odd one out and feeling like nobody liked her or thought of her as one of their own. (Y/n) didn't want to be on the outside looking in.

"Baby…" Evan moved his hands up until he could cup (Y/n)'s face and brush his thumbs beneath her eyes. She was drifting. Panicking. Overthinking. "If I love you, then everyone else will too. Stop panicking and go get something to drink, I've barely seen you drink all day."

Leaning down, Evan captured her with a kiss before he walked her backwards and nudged her towards the fridge. Passing out the first night she met the team wouldn't be the best way to start things.

(Y/n) found a can of pop from the fridge and got Evan another beer which she barely managed to put on the counter without dropping when there was a knock at the front door.

She wasn't ready.

Maybe it would have been a better idea to try and meet everyone slowly, individually. Start out with Maddie and see how they got along, and then move on to meet Eddie, then Bobby and so on.

But it just so happened that everyone had today off shift, and that wasn't something that happened often. And (Y/n) couldn't help but agree when Evan asked if she wanted to take this chance and meet the team. Diving right in would get rid of her anxiety because she would meet everyone in one fell swoop. Rather than dividing everyone up and doing it in stages. This would be quicker.

And (Y/n) knew Evan wanted to introduce (Y/n) now because they were going for their twelve-week scan next week. That was when he wanted to tell everyone that he was going to be a dad.

He wanted to invite Maddie out somewhere, just the three of them, and tell her that she was going to be an auntie. That he was going to have his first child and see his sister smile and be proud of him. And then tell the team. And Evan couldn't tell any of them without them meeting (Y/n) first. Introductions first, big news later. Evan wasn't great at hiding secrets.

"Here we go," Evan murmured softly, moving his hands to (Y/n)'s shoulders so he could kiss the back of her head to keep her calm. He weaved around behind her and moved towards the front door with anticipation, wondering who was first to arrive.

(Y/n) took a quick gulp of her drink and wrung her hands out in front of her to try and rid some of the nervous tension she felt.

Her stomach was knotting itself up and she felt like she was going to be sick. She'd already thrown up everything she had for breakfast and lunch which had put Evan on edge all afternoon. Especially since he knew she had barely had two drinks all day because of a mixture of nerves and morning sickness.

She moved round towards the kitchen island and leaned on the edge, pressing her hands into the sharp counter that also jabbed into her hips as she pushed up on her toes. Her lips rolled together nervously and she felt her chest tightening up, unable to let her catch a proper breath.

"Okay, guys, this is (Y/n)." Evan couldn't quite hide the smile on his lips and it made (Y/n)'s stomach skip a beat.

Her eyes followed Evan was he walked back into the apartment, his hands on a woman's shoulders who was a good few inches shorter than him. He gave her shoulders a squeeze and leaned his chin on top of her head before he glanced to his right.

"This is Chimney, and this is my big sister Maddie."

It was clear by the way Evan clung to her that she was his sister (Y/n) had heard so much about. She had a bright, inviting smile and her eyes creased when she smiled. Her neck was lathered in three different necklaces and she had a few rings on both hands. With her hair pinned up on one side and her nails painted dark blue to match the blazer and trousers she was wearing, she looked lovely. Fashionable, even.

(Y/n) was taken a little by surprise when Maddie reached out to hug her. She wasn't used to making a lot of friends or meeting the family of friends. And Evan was someone special. (Y/n) wanted to get along with anyone who was important to him.

Being hugged straight away by Maddie felt like she was being intergrated and welcomed with open arms from the off-set.

"It's so lovely to finally meet you, Buck talks about you, a lot."

She could feel the blood rushing to her head making her sway on her feet as she clung to Maddie and squeezed her in return.

"All good I hope?" When they parted, (Y/n) moved towards the kitchen as Evan went back to the door at the sound of another knock. "Do you want something to drink?"

She found a bottle of wine and a beer from the fridge, holding them out so they could choose. Making herself useful stopped (Y/n) from panicking so much and gave her something to focus on. She could hear Evan laughing at something, or someone, as the sound of footsteps thundered through the apartment.

Evan could feel his own nerves dwindling down when he showed the rest of the team through into the kitchen. Where Bobby and Hen immediately sat down at the bar stools next to Chimney who was leaning casually on the counter.

But when Evan looked over at (Y/n) and Maddie, he could feel his heart hammering out in his chest. They were laughing. Their heads were leaned close together, their laughs were mixing together and they were fumbling to try and open the bottle of wine while Maddie steadied two wine glasses in her hands.

That was what he had been hoping for. Seeing the two most important people in his life getting along like a house on fire.

"You must be (Y/n)." Bobby grinned and leaned his elbows on the counter when the younger girl placed two different cans of pop in front of him so he could choose. She could tell from the way he held himself and the description she got from Evan that this had to be Bobby. And she knew he didn't drink, much like her for the next few months.

She nodded with a tender smile and passed a glass over to Eddie and one to Hen while Maddie took over pouring the drinks.

"This is our Captain Bobby. That's Hen, and that's Eddie. This is my girl, (Y/n)."

A smile lit up (Y/n)'s face when Evan walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Reeling her into his chest so he could merge his lips against the top of her head. He swayed them from side to side with a bright smile when (Y/n) gave his hands a reassuring squeeze.

"It's great to meet you, Evan's told me a few stories from your station."

"God, what has he told you?" Eddie threw his head back with a grin and took a large gulp of wine as he slumped forward on the counter. But his intrigue only sparked when (Y/n) smirked around her drink and held his gaze.

Oh, she was going to play that game. Evan had told her a few stories then, as ammunition for a good night.

"You call him Evan?" Hen held her glass to her lips and leaned her shoulders back against the fridge with one arm wrapped around her chest. It had been so long since any of them had heard or called Evan by his name that she almost forgot what it was. There were still a few people who referred to Chimney as Howie, but Hen didn't know anyone who called Evan by his first name. Not even Maddie anymore.

(Y/n) nodded, moving her free hand to play with the chain of her necklace. It was how Evan introduced himself to her. He didn't say his name was Buck, because that was his nickname and on a first introduction he could hardly say his name was Buck Buckley.

But she kept using his name because she knew Evan loved it. She was the only person who called him by his first name and it did something to him. It excited him and grounded him and made him feel at home.

"Why?"

"Because he likes it." Her response made them all grin, and when she turned to the right where Evan was taking the lasagna out the oven, she could see him smile. His cheeks flushed from both adrenaline and the heat of the oven he was leaning into. "He only got the nickname for work," She added quietly, although no one was complaining and there was no need to explain further.

"Did you?" Chimney looked over at Evan with raised brows. "I thought it was just your nickname, from college or whatever."

"There were three Evans in his class at the fire academy, they had to differentiate."

Evan paused, halfway between the oven and the table with his eyes following after his girl.

She remembered. She remembered that story which he had told her on their second date when he mentioned most people would call him Buck, not Evan. He didn't think it would stick or that it was something that important, but (Y/n) remembered. She wanted to know why he had a nickname and why he seemed to love her using his proper name.

His eyes followed (Y/n) as she took the salad bowl over to the table along with the bottle of wine.

A few looks passed around the kitchen as everyone grabbed their glasses and followed to sit down since it was clearly time to eat. They were all thinking the same thing, as clear as day.

She was a keeper.

(Y/n) felt quite at ease when she had Evan sat on her left with his hand resting on her thigh. She had Eddie on her right, Bobby at the right end of the table, Hen at the other end and then Maddie and Chimney sat opposite them. It didn't feel as cramped as (Y/n) panicked it would and she could tell she was already fitting in with them and it felt like they were all glueing together.

"So, Buck said you're in college, what are you studying?" Hen leaned over to add some salad to her plate and looked over at (Y/n).

The conversation was flowing rather easily between them all. It was something (Y/n) was worried would be stiffled and broken, but she had been panicking for nothing.

Although just the thought of college made her stomach give an awful twist and sent her knee jittering against Evan's.

"I'm doing a degree in nursing." She tried to smile and tilted her head down towards her plate, but she didn't feel so hungry. Not after throwing everything up throughout the day and now feeling like her stomach was doing summersaults.

"Oh wow, so when we get busted up on shift, we can just get (Y/n) to patch us up."

"We're both medics Chim, so is Eddie." Hen waved her hand across at him as if he had forgotten what they all did for a living. Especially when Maddie mumbled a quiet "And I'm a qualified nurse too." in his ear.

Not that none of them wouldn't go to (Y/n), but they all pitched in to look after each other. And no one suspected Evan would be willing to share his girl, she was going to be his personal nurse and his only. He wasn't the sharing type, he was the jealous type.

"Well it's good news for me," Evan murmured and pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head.

"Yeah, danger-prone Daphne can have his own nurse so we don't have to patch him up." Bobby grinned and dodged quickly when Evan flicked his fork across the table at him, splattering red sauce on the collar of his shirt.

He wasn't as bad as he used to be when he was a teenager. Evan wasn't vying for anyone's attention anymore. He knew the people around him could see him for who he truly was. He didn't have to get hurt or break a bone for someone- his parents- to take notice of him and give him some love and attention. He had all the attention he wanted.

Evan kept his right arm looped over the back of (Y/n)'s chair and curled his hand around her shoulder. He leaned back in his seat and parted his knees to the side while his left elbow propped up on the table. It felt good to have (Y/n)'s head on his shoulder and her fingers trailing up and down his thigh to give her something to focus on.

"Don't you like Buck's cooking? He's taking lessons from Cap."

(Y/n) looked to the right when Eddie noticed she had barely touched her plate whereas the rest of them were almost finished. They were used to eating quick, everyone at the station had developed a high metabolism because of how little time they had to eat meals.

"I- I'm still a little nervous I guess." She was hungry, but she didn't feel like she could eat much. She still had a full can of pop left which she had barely touched and she knew if Evan noticed he would be watching her closer like a hawk.

She tilted her head to the left and pressed her forehead into Evan's neck, breathing in his scent and feeling the way his throat moved when he laughed at one of Chimney's jokes. The atmosphere was good; there was no need for (Y/n) to be nervous. They were all getting on like a house on fire.

But (Y/n) closed her eyes and moved her free hand to wrap around her waist when her stomach twisted.

She wasn't sure if she was starting to feel sick or if her nerves were getting the better of her. With her temple pressed into Evan's neck, (Y/n) couldn't tell for a moment if it was him or her who was beginning to sweat. The trickle of water that slithered down her neck told (Y/n) she was the one starting to get flushed.

She could feel her ears tuning out of the conversation around the table, she could barely hear what Evan was saying or work out what he was laughing at.

When her stomach gave an awful, twisted cramp, (Y/n) jolted into Evan and inbedded her arm into her waist. She felt Evan's arm loop tighter around her shoulders and his head tilted down to look at her.

"Okay?"

(Y/n) wanted to smile, she wanted to nod and say she was fine, but she couldn't find her voice or the will to lie. She wasn't so sure she did feel okay after all as another cramp burned in her abdomen.

Her chin pressed down into her chest and she pushed her palm down onto Evan's thigh to use him as leverage to stand up. She could feel their eyes fall on her as the conversation tapered off and quietened down when she turned away and headed into the kitchen. Her hands started to shake, one arm still around her waist with her other hand trembling against the counter that she used to stop herself from falling down.

As soon as the bin was within reach, (Y/n) doubled over just in time to throw up. Her hands gripped the bin and her stomach clenched as she doubled over and bent her knees, pressing her kneecaps into the bin to stay upright.

"Oh no." Evan dropped his fork on his plate and got up, jogging from the table into the kitchen.

He smoothed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back and gently moved her hair behind her ear before she threw up in it. His lips merged with the back of her head as he moved both hands to her hips and held her up when she looked like she was going to fall into the bin and take it down to the floor.

He couldn't tell whether this was morning sickness acting up or if (Y/n)'s nerves were getting the better of her. Or maybe it was a mixture of both.

"I'm s-sorry-"

"Don't apologise, you're okay." Evan curled his left arm around (Y/n)'s waist and gently reeled her up into his chest while he grabbed a glass with his right hand and filled it with water. He handed the glass over but his lips curled into a grimace when (Y/n) tried to take a mouthful but ended up coughing it back into the bin.

(Y/n) let Evan take her weight and leaned back into him, gripping his wrist when his arm secured back around her middle like an iron bar preventing her from flopping down to the floor.

His lips meshed against the back of her head while his other hand gave her hip a reassuring squeeze. When she nodded, he turned them around and gently walked them back towards the table where all eyes were watching them with worry and apprehension.

"Was that the nerves, or the cooking? Should we be worried?" Maddie tried to break the tension and looked down at her plate that was just about cleared. Did they need to worry about food poisoning or any of the ingredients being off, or was this just (Y/n)'s nerves playing her up?

(Y/n) tried to smile but she couldn't find it in herself when another throbbing cramp burned in her abdomen and had her arms binding around her waist. She let Evan slump her down in her chair and suddenly she didn't care about everyone watching them. She let herself fold over and pressed her forehead down against the edge of the table with her hands meshed into her stomach.

"Are you okay?" Eddie clamped his hand down on the back of (Y/n)'s chair and turned to face her and Evan. He wasn't so sure this was nerves when she looked like she was in pain.

His eyes flickered over to Evan who sat back down in his seat, one hand moving up and down (Y/n)'s back while his other hand was pressed tightly against his mouth to hide his worried expression.

"I… um," (Y/n) tried to lift herself up and look at Evan.

She didn't know if she was alright or not, this didn't feel normal, but then again, she wasn't sure what was supposed to be normal anymore. Was this normal because she hadn't been eating and drinking properly? Or was this something they should be worrying about?

She couldn't tell them she was pregnant. Evan wanted to wait. He wanted to sit Maddie down and tell her first and give her the scan picture they were going to get next week. Then he wanted to tell the team separately. She didn't want to ruin things and tell them this way or panic any of them. This was the first time they were all meeting, (Y/n) wanted to get along with them not worry them for no reason.

"(Y/n)'s pregnant… we're having a baby."

Evan had to tell them. He didn't like the pain (Y/n) seemed to be feeling or the fact that she hadn't kept anything down today or much of yesterday either. If she was in pain he might have to take her to the emergency room. And he had his team here, at least one of them could assess her and see whether this was an emergency or not.

He watched the round of surprised faces stare back at him like he'd grown a second head in front of them all.

But it was Maddie who his eyes focused more intently on and the way her hands started flapping at her sides like she was a bird growing wings. Her lips parted into a smile and she tapped her hand against the table before something seemed to dawn on her.

"Oh, maybe we should take you to a doctor sweetie, just to be safe."

"No, it's j-just cramps-"

"Baby you shouldn't be getting those at all. You're probably dehydrated, you need to see a doctor." Evan slid his arm around her waist and reeled her back into his chest so she couldn't fold over again.

He watched carefully as Eddie gently took her wrist to feel her pulse before he pressed his hand against her temple and then lifted her eyelid to check her pupils. "If you are dehydrated, that could cause the cramps, you should get checked, maybe get an IV and fluids back in your system."

"Alright, let's go." Evan kept his arms looped around (Y/n)'s waist while Eddie stood in front of her for precaution as Evan eased her up. "I've had a drink-"

"I've only had one, I'll drive you." Eddie patted Evan's shoulder and checked his pocket for his phone and his keys while everyone round the table got up.

"I'll go with you." Maddie rubbed her hand up and down Evan's arm and reached over to take (Y/n)'s hand.

***

"How we doin'?"

(Y/n) tightened her hand around Evan's and moved her free hand to curl around his bicep. She pulled his arm so it was pinned into her chest while she pressed her nose and mouth against his exposed arm. She could feel her heart hammering against her chest and adrenaline pooling in her stomach when she looked around the waiting room.

The team were all here.

She knew Eddie and Maddie had offered to stay since Eddie drove them down and Maddie travelled down with them just to make sure they were all okay, but (Y/n) didn't expect them to stay. And she thought Bobby would have taken Chimney and Hen home.

All five of them were sat in the waiting room, looking very relaxed and not a bit put out or annoyed.

(Y/n) had dampened the mood of the night by needing a trip to the emergency room. She thought they would have gone home or gone back to one of their homes and finished the night off together. (Y/n) was expecting them to call Evan and ask if she was okay and say how she had ruined their first night meeting her.

She was expecting him to get a phone call from one of them to ask how old she was and if he was serious about having a baby with her. She didn't see their faces round the table when Evan told them; (Y/n) didn't know if they were going to be happy or concerned.

"You… you all stayed?" She looked around the waiting room before her eyes looked up at Evan who smiled softly down at her. He leaned to peck her temple while his other hand cupped the back of her neck to keep her close.

"Of course we stayed, we wanted to make sure you're both okay… you are okay, right?" Bobby planted his hands down on his hips as he stood up, looking between them with a cautious smile. Since he couldn't see tears or panicked looks and since (Y/n) seemed to be discharged, he guessed things were okay.

"Someone's dehydrated, but an hour on an IV's done the trick."

(Y/n) kept her face smothered in Evan's arm and clung to him tighter. Perhaps she should have listened to him earlier when he told her to have a few more drinks and try to drink some water. The cramps were because she wasn't eating or drinking properly but since they had disappeared and her blood pressure was fine, she was being discharged.

And their scan for next week had been moved up to tomorrow, just as a precaution so they could make sure the baby was okay and had no further issues.

"You didn't have to wait," (Y/n) murmured softly as they all made a beeline down the corridor, walking slowly towards the exit.

"Oh please, you're one of us now. We look after each other, we weren't going anywhere without you."

She could feel tears burning in her eyes at Hen's words and she smiled against Evan's arm as he gave her hand a tight squeeze. She was one of them. The team loved her. They didn't think badly of her or think of her as some little kid trying to use and abuse Evan. They knew she loved him and they knew she was going to fit in and be one of them.

They looked after their own, if one of them was in the hospital then they would all be there to make sure they were okay.

Her head turned to the right when she felt Maddie walking at her side and the older girl suddenly looped their arms together and leaned close to her. Maddie pressed her chin on (Y/n)'s shoulder, grinning madly between her and Evan like there was some big secret hanging in the air.

"So… I'm gonna be an aunt, finally?"

"You're happy?" (Y/n) felt Evan scoff beside her and he leaned down to press his lips against her hairline.

"I told you she'd be happy, stop worrying." He almost found it funny that (Y/n) asked Maddie the same thing she'd asked him. He wondered if she would ask everyone special in their lives if they were happy about the news. And he had a strange feeling that if she asked his parents, they would somehow be happy. They may not get along well with Evan, but they would be pleased he was at this stage in his life where he had found someone brilliant to settle down with.

"I'm thrilled, my little brother's having a baby. He's gonna be a big papa bear." Maddie squeezed (Y/n)'s arm and grinned as if she was the one who was having a baby. Her expression was so giddy that it made (Y/n)'s blood spark with adrenaline.

She agreed with that. Evan was going to be a great, cuddly, soft papa bear when they had this baby.

***

When Evan walked through the door, he fought to kick off his boots and let his shoulders drop down now that he was inside. It was as if the bed was crying out his name, telling him it had been over twenty four hours since he'd last got some sleep. He needed to go to bed.

He slung his work bag down by his boots, he would sort it out and tidy up in the morning; it was too late and he was too tired to bother now.

He dragged his feet behind him and shuffled across into the kitchen, rooting through the fridge for a drink. But when he turned around, his brows narrowed and he leaned his head to the side.

Why was the lamp on in the living room?

Downing the whole bottle of water in one swoop, Evan left it on the counter and walked out the kitchen. He passed the dining table, his head still tilted to one side as he tried to see if (Y/n) was still down here or if she had just left the light on for him.

His lips rolled into a thin line and his hands found his hips and he looked around the living room.

It was nearly eleven o'clock at night, and here she was. Sat cross-legged on the rug in nothing but one of Evan's lounge shirts. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, she had a pen clenched between her lips, a red marker pen tucked behind her ear. Two textbooks were laid out on the coffee table and revision cards littered the floor like she was performing some kind of omen or seance.

After dragging his eyes up and down her body a few times, Evan realised she had her headphones in. She hadn't heard him come in.

He made sure he wasn't about to stand on any of her revision cards and slowly went down on his knees behind her. He watched to make sure she wasn't writing any notes down; Evan knew how precise and neat (Y/n) made her notes and he didn't want to scare her and make her ruin them.

Satisfied she wasn't writing, he leaned forward and clamped his hands down on her hips. His chest pressed into her back and his face tucked into her neck, shivering as she screamed, spitting out the pen she had between her lips. A jolt ran through her body that jerked forward near the coffee table and ragged, panting breaths left her lips as she whipped her head to the right to look over at him.

"Evan!"

(Y/n) slapped his wrist and fumbled to move her legs and bring her knees up to her stomach. She let herself slouch back into his chest with her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closed tight and she took out her earphones, tossing them on the table now that her heart was pounding in her ears instead.

She hadn't realised it was so late. Once she'd gotten into the swing of revising, she lost herself and track of time. It was something to pass the time while waiting for Evan to come home. She didn't like being on her own during the night if he wasn't here. It didn't feel right without him.

"Sorry," She could tell by his tone that he wasn't really apologetic, and the feeling of his lips smiling against her neck also told her otherwise. "Do you know what time it is, baby?"

His words feathered over her skin while he started to press open-mouthed kisses along her neck and up towards her jaw. He was distracting. (Y/n) found herself melting into his touch and focusing on his actions rather than responding to his words.

She felt his left arm loop around her waist, pinning her into his chest while his right hand trailed up and down her inner thigh. With her knees pulled up like this, the shirt she was wearing had ridden up to her hips, giving him a perfect view of her bare legs and the top of her underwear.

"I got carried away," She whispered softly, turning her head so she could capture him in a kiss.

She had to keep herself busy somehow with Evan being out at work all day and into the evening.

"I think you've studied enough for one night, baby."

His hand left her thigh, but only so he could take the marker from behind her ear and toss it onto the table where he flipped both textbooks closed. He gave the notebooks a gentle push out of his way before his fingers latched back around her thigh and started to squeeze.

He inched backwards, pulling (Y/n) with him and turning her around so he could loop her thighs around his hips. He didn't exactly give her a choice and his baiting grin told her this was non-negotiable.

"I have a test tomorrow," (Y/n) leaned forward and smothered her face against his shoulder while her arms curved around the back of his neck. "I need to pass."

(Y/n) knew this test only counted for twenty-five percent of the final grade, but she still had to pass. She needed to pass so she didn't have to re-take the test or God forbid, redo some of this year again. Her grades were good, but her panic levels were even worse and (Y/n) was feeling the pressure. Everything had timed out perfectly thus far.

Meeting and falling for Evan, passing every class and each yearly test so she didn't have to retake anything. And now she was pregnant, her due date lined up with her graduation date. She could graduate before she had the baby. Get all her classes and tests out the way now while she was pregnant, graduate, and then college would be finished.

(Y/n) could have their baby, take some time and then find a job and start a new job alongside her new little family.

So that meant she had to graduate this year. She had to pass this test. She had to study.

"And you will, but you need to rest and go in with a clear head. Come on, we're off to bed." Both his hands slid beneath her scrunched up shirt so he could grip her bum as he pushed up to his feet and lifted her up with him.

He knew this was important, but he also knew that (Y/n) had been studying for long enough and she knew all the subsections she was going to be quizzed on tomorrow. She was prepared for this, but Evan needed her to come to bed and get some sleep so she was fully prepared and not going in feeling sick.

"I know, but-"

"No buts. You'll do great because you're my smart-ass girl. I'm off tomorrow so I'll drop you off and I'll pick you up. Eddie and Chris have invited us round for tea tomorrow, if you're up for it too."

He could feel (Y/n) grinning into his shoulder as he began walking them both up the stairs.

Since most of the class- and a few others on campus- had found out she was pregnant, curtesy of Sandra, (Y/n) had been anxious about going in. No one said anything, barely anyone glared or even looked at her like she thought they would. It wasn't like high school, there was no stigma attached to having a baby in college.

It was only the small cliché of girls in (Y/n)'s class that still thought she was doing this for a game.

But seeing how thrilled Evan was about having their baby dampened down (Y/n)'s nerves, and she felt better when he could drop her off. Especially if he could pick her up from class too. (Y/n) practically ran to the jeep to get away. It was like Evan had become her suit of armour.

As much as the girls wanted and loved to gossip, none of them said anything when they saw Evan waiting outside. (Y/n) felt brave enough to go to class and get through each lesson, knowing that when she left, most of the time, Evan was right there to pick her up.

"Sounds perfect."

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #imagine #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #maddie buckley #bobby nash #eddie diaz

[spidernuggets]

Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

-🪩

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

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[sincerestlove]

Jealousy - R.G.

reneé is SO BEAUTIFUL i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. someone call 911 because i am about to have a heart attack. babygirl is SO FUCKING FINE.

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Request: Regina x reader where Regina and reader are in a secret relationship but someone tries to hit on reader at a party and Regina gets jealous?

Warnings: None; just hot, protective, jealous, possessive regina.

"Hi, pretty girl." Your beautiful girlfriend greeted you at her front door with a smile, pretty white teeth on display. She held her hand out for you, which you accepted gratefully, allowing her to pull you to her car.

You had previously agreed to meet her here so that she could drive the both of you to Gretchen's party tonight. Usually, she would have asked you come over earlier in the day so you could get ready together, but you already made plans to get your hair done. Regina complained about it when you told her, but with the way she was looking at you now, she wasn't upset anymore.

The blonde led you to her passenger's side door, gently backing you against it, before leaning down and taking your lips in a bruising kiss. "You look so hot in that outfit." She breathed out against your lips, her hands sneaking up and under your top. Her touch was so light it was almost ticklish, feeling yourself smiling into the kiss. "And your hair looks perfect."

She always managed to make you feel good about yourself, always make you feel beautiful. She constantly showered you with compliments, even when you weren't all done up like this.

Pulling away reluctantly, you blinked, before meeting Regina's bright eyes, marveling at the way the hues of blue and green with a dash of orange, blended together. You took the opportunity to take in her outfit. She looked breathtaking - tight, black tank top underneath her leather jacket, dark jeans, with silver jewelry adorning her slender fingers, neck and ears.

God, you were the luckiest girl in the world.

"You look gorgeous, Gina." You spoke shyly, leaning back up into her, hands fisting into her jacket and tugging her closer. She kissed you again, warm tongue nudging your lips apart. You got lost in each other for a few moments, pleasant sighs coming from your mouth.

Regina broke apart from your lips, moving to nip at the skin of your exposed neck. You couldn't help letting out the soft moan that bubbled in your throat, head moving back to rest against the cold window. "If you keep doing that, I just might have to take you back inside, pretty girl." She murmured against your skin, sucking harshly, leave behind a few dark purple marks. You sent her a pointed look as she pulled away, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "Just to make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

Regina nudged you aside and opened the door, gesturing for you to get in as your face turned beet red. She was always quite possessive of you, even from the start of your "secret" relationship, but even more so when you went to parties together.

Honestly, it was hot.

She shut the door once you were settled, moving around to slide into the driver's seat. "Buckle up, baby." She flashed you a killer smile before peeling out of her driveway, free hand coming to rest on the exposed skin of your thigh. The touch made you shiver, shifting slightly in your seat. The blonde sent you a knowing look, laughing under her breath.

She absolutely loved the effect she had on you.

~~~

The party was already in full swing by the time you and Regina arrived. She parked in Gretchen's massive driveway, making sure that no one else could block her in. You really weren't a huge fan of parties, but eventually, viewed it as another opportunity to spend more time with your girlfriend. Albeit, in a setting you didn't prefer, but you could take that on the chin without much of an issue. Any time that you could spend with her was more than worth it.

"You want a drink?" You nodded, following closely behind as the blonde beelined to the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a colorful drink. She opened it for you, before setting it in your hand. You thanked her gratefully, taking a sip of the drink. It was quite sweet, the taste of alcohol very minimal, which you appreciated.

Regina looked around the room, eyes stopping on Gretchen and Karen. The two girls were sitting in the living room on the couch, Gretchen crying her eyes out. You both could tell they were very drunk. Regina sighed, turning to you. "I'll be right back, going to go check on them." You nodded, taking another swig. "Don't go anywhere, yeah?" She squeezed your hand, lingering for a moment longer before walking off toward her friends.

You watched her off, hips swaying confidently, the crowd moving out of her way without missing a beat. It still amazed you how she could command an entire room so easily.

You were lost in thought for a little while as Regina disappeared into the crowd, until you felt a quick few taps on your shoulder. Spinning around, you were met with the sight of Cady, grinning at you. Since when did she go to parties?

You thought she was nice enough, knowing her on a very minimal level as the two of you shared a math class last year. You hadn't really spoken to her much since then, only a friendly hello here and there when passing each other in the hallways.

"Hey, Y/N, funny seeing you here tonight. I had no idea you were coming!" You smiled at the redhead awkwardly, shuffling on your feet.

"Yeah, Gretchen invited me. And Regina." You smiled at the mention of your girlfriend's name, doing a quick glance over to where she was supposed to be. The trio was no longer in the living room, though, making you frown. Maybe they went up to Gretchen's room to calm her down?

"Where is she?" You looked back over to Cady, noticing that she had taken a step closer to you, leaning forwards. The surprise of it made you stumble back, coming in contact with the counter behind you.

You laughed slightly, hand gripping tighter on your drink. "Oh, uh...she just went to the bathroom. She should be right back."

Cady cocked her head to the side, taking another step closer to you. "Really? Cause I've been watching you for a little while and she still hasn't come back." Her smile got wider, hand coming up to brush your arm. You recoiled at the touch, flushing yourself back against the counter. A rush of panic washed over you, killing what little buzz you had, noticing the smell of alcohol on her breath and the glazed over look in her eyes. "You know, Y/N", she brushed against your arm as she continued, "I've always had a crush on you. I think you are so pretty." She batted her eyelashes, biting on her lip. "Would you want to maybe go out sometime?"

You just blinked at her, completely baffled at what had come out of her mouth. "Oh..." You smiled awkwardly, moving even farther back to create more space between you, "Cady...I'm really flattered, but no, I think we would be better off as just friends."

Cady laughed. "Come on, I think we would be so great together. Don't you?" She leaned even closer, looking at you expectantly.

Was this girl serious?

As your brows knitted together, you was about to tell her no again, when a warm body pressed against yours from behind, all too familiar hands slipping around your waist and pulling you flush to her. The sweet scent of her perfume filled your nose, relaxing you almost instantly.

"I think the lady said no, Cady." Regina's tone was short and laced with anger, her arms tightening around you. You didn't even have to look at her to know that she was glaring holes in Cady's head. The girl turned red with embarrassment, muttering an apology under her breath before quickly running off.

You let out a deep breath you hadn't realized you were holding, nearly going limp in Regina's embrace. "Are you okay, pretty girl?" Regina turned you around to face her, eyes scanning your face. You nodded as she cupped your cheeks and set your drink on the counter, pulling you in for a sweet kiss. You melted into her, leaning your weight against her front. After a moment you separated, smiling at each other, until you heard someone clearing their throat.

Oh, shit. The party.

"Gina, everyone is looking at us." You whispered, feeling anxiety bubbling in your stomach and crawling up your throat.

Everyone had gone quiet, the eyes of almost all of your classmates locked on the two of you. Regina tensed, but surprisingly, didn't let go. "Me and Y/N are together." Regina voiced loudly without wasting a beat, eyes softening as she looked at you. "And if any of you losers have a problem with it, I will burn you to the ground."

The crowd murmured amongst itself and you watched as everyone simply nodded, shrugged and went on with the party as they were. Both you and Regina visibly relaxed, thankful that there wasn't much of a scene.

No one cared, really. Half of the student population already assumed that you two were together. Neither of you hid it very well - exchanging lovesick glances at lunch, holding hands "platonically" yeah right, lesbians, bringing each other coffee and lunch, whispering to each other and giggling. Gretchen and Karen already knew, exchanging smiles as they watched Regina proudly kiss you in her kitchen.

You smiled at your girlfriend, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You never imagined coming out together in this way, but honestly, it was very fitting. Regina hugged you tightly, whispering her love and adoration for you in your ears, loud enough for only you to hear.

"I love you."

Your heart fluttered, feeling a few tears fall down your cheeks. "I love you, Gina." You held each other for a few long moments before separating. The blonde was looking down at you, pretty smile sitting on her pretty lips. "So..." you trailed off, a teasing smile playing at the corners of your mouth. "Were you jealous of Cady?"

Regina scoffed, rolling her eyes. "As if. That girl could never hold a candle to me. She should've taken a hint - there's like, three big ass hickeys on your neck."

You laughed, pulling her in for another kiss, unable to resist. "No one ever could hold a candle to you, Gina." She just looked so hot when she was jealous. "Take me home?"

The blonde grinned, taking your hands and dragging you to the door without wasting another moment. "I thought you'd never ask, pretty girl."

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Mimic

McFoord x Baby!Reader

Summary: You're definitely Katie's child

Hiding the pregnancy had been difficult.

Caitlin had picked up an ankle injury around the same time as she started to show so it was easy to write it off as long-term, hunkering down in the house like some kind of hermit.

Hiding you away for a year had been even harder.

Some fans were eagle-eyed and as a result, you were never posted on any social media. You didn't even come to training. You'd never met any of the Arsenal girls in person at all even though you were approaching eighteen months.

Which was why it was so shocking for everyone involved when Katie got out of the car for a home match against Manchester City with a child on a backpack leash.

As soon as you are on your feet, you attempt to escape but Katie tugs on your leash to stop you in your tracks.

You give her a foul look in return before you're plucked into Caitlin's arms.

The crowd watching the players arrive all scream out questions as they walk inside.

"It's nice to finally meet the little one," Kim says pointedly as the two of them arrive in the locker room.

"You've seen her before," Katie replies.

"Over the phone doesn't count," Kim says," She's a little cutie. You must be proud."

Caitlin watches you from the corner of her eye as you methodically rip everything out of her cubby and throw it on the floor. "Something like that."

"She's just like me!" Katie's been waiting for ages to be able to brag about you so she's lapping up all the attention.

"She has a bit of a temper," Caitlin confesses when Katie runs off to show you to everyone else in the changing room," Definitely gets that from Katie.

"We didn't expect to see her today..."

"Babysitter cancelled. There were no other options. We'll probably just tie her leash to a post and call it a day. She'll wander around otherwise."

"She's restless?"

Caitlin winces. "Feral might be the word. I love her but...Katie calls her a gremlin sometimes."

Kim looks past Caitlin to where you're now chewing on Katie's fingers, methodically biting down on each one as she introduces you to everyone.

"Well...she's certainly Katie's..."

Caitlin laughs. "Don't I know it."

You're being surprisingly tame today, for what it's worth, even as you try to make another break for it. You're yet again pulled back by your kiddie leash and Caitlin is left to marvel over just how steady you are on your feet.

It had been hard hiding you from the fans and even harder to not fold and continue to keep you away from their teammates. That second one wasn't even planned but you'd come out a little sickly and spent a few weeks in hospital.

It was enough to cause Katie to put the entire house on lockdown for months after your birth when getting chest infections became your norm.

By the time you were healthy and fit and coming into your own personality, it was too much of a risk to bring you to practice with all of the cameras around.

Either way, it's all ruined now because Caitlin knows the videos of you walking in on your kiddie leash are all over Twitter.

The cameras are all pointed towards you as Caitlin walks out onto the bench to start the game. Katie crouches down next to you, littering kisses all over your face as you giggle.

"I'll see you in a bit, gremlin," She says," You be good for your Mummy."

You garble out a few noises that Katie repeats back to you with a soft smile.

"You know," Steph laughs," Now that she's been spotted in the wild, you don't have an excuse for Sam and her kid to meet her. I hear her Chook's getting bored of waiting."

Caitlin sighs deeply as you slam two of your blocks together to show Leah the noise they make. "I don't think the world could take it if Sam's Chook and our Gremlin met. It's too much rough play for any pair."

"I think you underestimate Sam's Chook. I heard she's been very helpful and careful since Sam hurt her knee."

"It's not Chook I'm worried about." Caitlin tilts her head towards you where you've started to amuse yourself by kicking Leah's shin, giggling every time your little foot makes contact.

You head whips around as your watch your Mam get tripped nearby, landing with a thud.

You screech loudly and go to march towards her, grumbling and frowning as you go. You're stopped by a tug on your leash and a pointed look from your Mummy.

You recognise that look and point over at where your Mam is dusting herself off. "Fell," You say to Mummy," Mam fell."

Caitlin has to suppress her laughter. You've got a curious blend of hers and Katie's accents. Sometimes you sound fully Australian like Harper when you speak but other times it's like Caitlin gave birth to a mini Katie because your inflection is exactly the same as hers.

You sound like Katie now. You look like her too, hands on your hips and face like thunder.

"Your Mam did fall," Caitlin says as she pulls you closer," But she's gotten up now. She's fine."

You don't look convinced as you throw a nasty look over at the referee who did nothing against the clear foul.

"Do you remember my friend Steph? You met her on the phone before? Can you say hi?"

"Hi!" You chirp, giving her a beaming smile that shows off the teeth you have.

It's kind of funny to reconcile this beaming, happy version of you with the one that was screeching at the ref just minutes ago.

"Hi," Steph coos," It's very nice to meet you in person."

You're still smiling as you nod, bouncing on your feet as Caitlin digs around in your backpack. You seem to know what time it is because you turn that beaming smile from Steph to your Mummy.

"Bottle?" You ask hopefully and Mummy rewards you with a bottle full of milk that you hastily shove into your mouth.

You sit down at her feet as you chug your drink. Mummy runs a soft hand through your hair as you take a break and lean into her, wiggling back until you hit her legs.

You turn to smile at her and she smiles back.

Your drink is all empty in a little bit and you focus back on the football match in front of you. You clumsily climb to your feet in outrage when the referee shows your Mam a yellow rectangle.

You don't exactly know what it is but you know it's bad and you don't like it being shown to your Mam. You screech and throw your bottle, stamping your feet.

"No!" You say loudly and the bench behind you bursts into laughter," No! No! Bad! Bad referee!"

Caitlin buries her head in her hands as she tugs firmly on her leash when you attempt to run onto the field to give the ref a piece of your mind.

"She's definitely Katie's," Steph howls through her laughter.

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[auraticere]

You Belong With Us - Full Series | (Alpha!WandaNat x Omega!Reader)

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Masterlist

Warnings: A fair amount of angst and a lot of fluff, amongst many others.

Word Count 23.6k

Note: This is going to be very long, so open this with caution!

Despite being an Omega, you found yourself walking life’s roads without a mate. It’s not that you want to see the one true love you're destined to be with; you are afraid of Alphas and their aggressively impulsive behaviors. All because you were raised by a paranoid Omega mother and an absent Alpha father. Your mother was awfully paranoid of, well, everything. From having Alphas in the street take advantage of her anxiety to her husband coming back as an abusive drunk. All worries never happened, but she did project a lot of her pains and sadness onto you and blamed you, quite frequently, for the sorry state she was in. Eventually, you left her behind to pursue a future.

Now, you thought, it is time for a nice cup of hot coffee…or tea, you still haven’t decided. You climb out of your grey-cloaked bed, put on warm clothes with some sneakers, and exit your bedroom. Walking down the carpeted hallway, you turn right into the living room to grab your house keys and phone, then leave the small little hovel you call home before realizing you forgot to take your suppressants - you are only going to the coffee shop and back, can’t be that bad, right? 

 You press the ground floor button and pull out your phone, which has a small crack on the left side of the screen. You open up a social media app and start mindlessly scrolling through the ‘For You Page.’ 

As the elevator descends to the ground floor, it stops abruptly at floor #4 to let someone in. No big deal, you thought. You scrolled onto another social media app to see what your favorite celebrities were doing nowadays. The door opens, and a 5’8 brunette pops in and sluggishly presses the ground floor button. You briefly look up before resuming your scrolling, paying her no mind until she lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Kate Bishop,” you mimicked Yelena’s voice.

“Mornin’,” Kate groaned, yawning while putting her scraggly hair into a sloppy bun, “You headin’ downtown for some coffee too?”

“Yuh, *yawns*, need some asap - oh, maybe a donut or a muffin?” You put your phone away in your back pocket and look back up to Kate, who is shabbily dressed in Yelena’s wrinkly black Nirvana shirt and blue plaid pajama pants with grey and white running shoes; clearly, Kate did not give a single fuck about what she wore. 

Besides, Kate seems to not have slept; in fact, she is physically drained. The distant stare at the monochrome elevator door, the dark bags underneath her eyes, and the faint smell of sweaty clothes attacked your nostrils.

“I…need…coffee, mmh, this sucks.” Kate pinches the bridge of her nose and then rubs her eyes.

“Had an intense workout…?” You raised a brow.

Kate flashes a tired grin and giggles, “You can say that.” With a lop-sided smile, Kate manages to suppress her giggly stupor, “Don’t think coffee’ll help with anything, could go for some water, though.”

“True that.” you rake your y/e/c hair behind your ear, “Probs won’t sit around too long - gotta refill my prescription.” you half-truthed to cover up your suppressant use.

Kate turns her head a few degrees, narrowing her eyes and crinkling her nose in doubt; you have never mentioned any prescription since she and Yelena have known you. Hell, Yelena has made comments about you possibly being a beta before. Kate sees right through your lie and pinches the bridge of her nose, sighing disappointedly.

“Okay,” she drawled as the elevator door opened; you two stepped out and exited through the lobby’s glass doors and made your way down the cracked sidewalk with the chilly wind blowing through your hair, “I know your ‘prescriptions’ are suppressants, Y/N, don’t gotta hide it from me.”

“Wh-what, how!?” you sputter, spit flying out your mouth.

Kate turns her head as you two approach the coffee shop’s doors, and your fellow Omega companion opens the door for you before smirking, “Because….” Kate chuckles, “We’re Omegas, Y/N, we Omegas kinda act alike - suppressants are kinda common among us; um, just a vanilla mocha and an ice water for us.” she flashes an awkward smile to the cashier before she whips out her card.

“I’ll meet you in our usual spot.” You turn on your heel and walk towards the back of the cafe.

The coffee shop is laid out with typical indoor dining chairs and tables strewn about; the tables are brown, with the chairs having green cushions on top of the hard white metal chairs. Warm wooden walls decorated with fake ivy and paintings of steaming hot coffee. Now past the counter, in the main lobby, the interior has a rustic green and brown look. There is a leaf green plush couch to your left directly across from two chairs of the same make, same-colored plush, and they had similar carvings as the couch. A multilayered coffee table was between the sofa and the chairs, with drawers filled with extra books and beaten-up board games crammed into the bottom.

Your usual spot was down a weathered, narrow corridor to the left at the end of the hall. Entering the backroom, you realize how hollow the halls are: you can hear the shallow clinking of your sneakers bouncing off the walls. 

You sink into the sofa, waiting for Kate, and your mind begins to wander and wonder about the day ahead - what would you be doing today other than going to the pharmacy and grabbing your prescription? Some doodling on your tablet, snuggling up in your favorite blanket, watching your favorite videos or TV shows, or a comfort film? You have received a few commissions recently, and the bills are paid, so why not a day of relaxation? But with Kate knowing about your use of suppressants, she will likely follow you to the pharmacy and demand you go home with her and flush your prescription down the toilet. It’s an odd thought to have, but it is definitely in the realm of possibility Kate would do such a thing. So, probably not the best idea to travel to the pharmacy immediately after coffee.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to hang out with Kate afterward and then go to the pharmacy just to make sure Kate was off your tail.

As minutes flew by, you heard another pair of footsteps echoing off the walls; it must be Kate.

“One coffee for my fellow Omega and one water for me!” Kate chirps as she plops her bottom on the sofa next to you, “Soooo, wanna talk about your suppressant use or?”

“I don’t take 'em every day, Kate,” you sip your coffee, “Only when I go out in public, which is like never.”

Kate smiles, and relief washes over her - allowing herself to release the breath she had been holding; she’s glad you aren’t addicted to them. Despite not going out often, you pop a pill every few days to stave away your heat, just in case. You refuse to tell her that, but you understand that Kate did the same things you’re doing now.

“Can’t take them forever, Y/N - it’s gonna hurt you in the long run, especially when you find your mate.” Kate takes a swig of her water, nearly chugging all of it in one go.

“Hehe, what makes you think I’ll ever find my mates. Don’t wanna meet them right now, to be honest with you, Kate. I’m perfectly fine cruising through life without a mate.” you crossed your legs as you leaned against the armrest, resting your head on your hand, “I mean, why would I let an Alpha barge into my life, beat me into submission, and then leave me on the side of the road?”

“WOAH!” Kate half-yelled, her sudden and loud exclamation echoed down the hall, “Why would you say something like that? Not all Alphas are bad; just look at Yelena!”

You understood why Kate has an optimistic view of Alphas. Still, any positive perception of Alphas has tarnished all thanks to your parents, particularly your mother, who told you how your mate would reject you on the spot and go after another five minutes after.

“Kate…she’s one of the few good ones, I’ll admit it, but all my life, my mom….” you paused, looking away from Kate’s eyes to bashfully stare at the wall, “Said they would tear me apart and well, what I said earlier were one of the many other things she threw my way. Still, I read so many stories about other Omegas having an amazing life with their fated mates, but I honestly don’t believe my Alpha would love me or even bother having me in their life.” you explained with a frown.

Kate frowns and whines, “I remember you saying something about that. I understand why you think such things, Y/N. I know finding your mate won’t solve all your life’s problems-”

“I’m fine, Kate. I’m doing great without them now, aren’t I?” you interjected, “My art is selling well, and I’m living comfortably; I also have some friends to boot. Kate, I’m fucking scared of finding my mate - scared they’ll hurt me like the Omegas you see on the news. Tired of always being so afraid to exit my apartment.” 

Kate nods in understanding while placing a reassuring hand on your knee, “I know how you feel; I was just like you, sort of.” the archer pauses for a moment to consider an idea, “Hmm, well…maybe the best way to conquer this fear is to…hang out - one on one - with Yelena.”

“Really?” you shifted in your seat; Kate’s suggestion made you nervous; if it weren’t more prominent, you were now looking away from her piercing blue eyes and outside the windows. 

The scraggly brunette grabs your chin and turns your head back to face her, “Yes.” she spoke with firm confirmation, her eyebrows were raised and her lips pursed as she nodded, “Yelena is a great example of a good Alpha, sure she has some flaws and lapses of judgment but some time alone with her might do you some good, maybe?”

Perhaps so. It could definitely be beneficial for you in the long run; being around a trusted Alpha can improve mental health to a degree, build up some confidence in the unmated, or, should an Omega drop, be a source of comfort and a safe space. You haven’t dropped for a while, maybe three months ago, and you were alone in your bedroom. What could go wrong with some time with your friend?

You aren’t sure what this would theoretically do for you - possibly understanding the mind or personality of the Alpha? One part of you really wants to believe that Alphas are gentle, caring protectors, but the other says they will hurt you and use your body as their personal plaything, only to be left in the streets when they have their way with you. 

Mulling it over in silence for a moment, fidgeting with your hair, twirling a strand anxiously, and paying no mind to your coffee or Kate’s expectant glare. Your bite your bottom lip and then take a deep breath before hesitantly answering, “Ye-yeah, I suppose I could try…. What if-”

“Ah, ah!” Kate stopped you from going on an overthinking tirade by reflexively placing the tip of her right thumb between both your lips, catching you completely off-guard, “No what ifs or buts, Y/N. You will find your Alpha mate, and I promise: they won’t leave you or hurt you.” she removes her thumb from your mouth and smiles warmly.

You offer a sheepish smile in return, “Mhm.”

“Sooo, how does noon sound?”

You and Kate discuss what you and Yelena might be doing for the hour or so you’re there. It’s decided you and Yelena will have a quiet day on the couch, watching movies and ordering a large pizza to enjoy.

“Do you really think this would work?” you asked, sipping on your coffee before speaking again, “Cause I really don’t want to waste Yelena’s time by-”

“It won’t fix your problems. However, it could help you…not run away from your potential partner at first sight of them.” Kate interrupts, “Another thing.”

“Hmm?’

“You won’t be there long - Lena’s sister and her other Alpha friend, I think, are in town and are about to visit,” Kate warns light-heartedly only because Lena’s sister has said she is unmated to any Omega yet and so is her friend.

“Oh. Isn’t her sister one of the Avengers? I’d love to meet an Avenger!” You flashed a bright smile Kate’s way and shook with excitement.

Kate winces and inhales through her mouth, “Not a good idea right now.”

“Why? Is the Black Widow not in the mood for other visitors?” you joked, unprepared for what Kate had to say next.

“No, it’s much more than that…Natasha is unmated, and so is her friend, Wanda.”

“Ah,” you put your coffee cup on a coaster before resuming, “That is a valid reason not to stay.”

“Yeah,” Kate took a quick sip of water, “You only need Yelena, not Natasha, not Wanda, just you and Yelena.”

You nodded in agreement, “Welp, should we, uh, call her first?”

“Mhm!” She purses her lips, “Lena, don’t be mad at me for springing this on you.”

Kate drowsily fishes around in her pockets for her cell phone. From the sound of it, she has wads of paper, change, for some reason, and plastic wrapping. Why was she carrying these things in her pocket, to begin with? Your fellow Omega seems slightly distressed at the absence of her phone, “Lemme guess, you forgot it at home…again?”

She gives you a blank stare, her lips still pursed with annoyance at herself for being so forgetful, “May I, please?” She frowns with puppy eyes sparkling underneath the lights.

“Fine,” you drawled, “You really need to have it on you; Yelena’ll be pissed this time.”

“Protective,” Kate corrects, “She’s very protective of her Omega” She blushes while searching for Yelena’s name in your contacts, “Ooh, I bet she’s gonna be cranky and growl into the phone; that’d be so hot!”

You just blink and stare absently.

“You’ll understand someday, Y/N/N…hey, Lena!”

“Where are you?” Her tone radiated irritation; she probably woke up without Kate in bed next to her, “Kate Romanoff," There’s the growl Kate had been anticipating.

Kate nearly squealed like a kid on Christmas; she could barely contain her excitement at Yelena’s possessiveness over her mate, “At the coffee shop with Y/N, she and I were wondering….”

“Kate.” The blonde groaned.

“Hear me out, okay?”

“Fine,” Lena dragged out.

“I figured she might benefit from hanging out with you alone, you know, to glean a better understanding of Alphas ‘cause she’s kinda afraid of being with one?”

“Wait, she actually agreed to that? That's surprising. "

“She trusts you, Lena, and only you…currently, please. I think this could really help her.”

“Okay, you got me because I owe her a favor. Make it quick; Natasha and Wanda are on their way and will be here in two hours or less.”

“Thank you, thank you! I promise tonight, I’ll let you-” Kate turns away from you and whispers into your phone, “Knot me tonight.” and then immediately hangs up, leaving Yelena a flustered, babbling mess. Kate turns to you and hands your phone back, “Alright, it’s signed and sealed; let’s get going.”

You and Kate throw away your garbage and leave the secluded room, heading back to the apartments for your visit with Yelena. Anxiety wells up within you with each step you take, ‘It’s just Yelena; she’s a trusted friend, remember?’ you say to yourself to ease your nerves. It doesn’t help in the slightest. Kate listens to your shallow, shaky breathing and clenches your hand, “It’s gonna be okay, I promise - it’s Yelena; she will not hurt you, Y/N/N.”

“I know, there’s still the possibility that Natasha might show up earlier than expected and-”

“Y/N, I promise you will be gone before they arrive. If anything, should they arrive sooner than later, you can always make an exit, no feelings hurt.” Kate opens the door for you, and you both return home.

—

“Kate Romanoff,” the blonde answers the door upon the first knock, “Y/N, come on in! I have some snacks for us…and my sister and her wife, when they get here in like an hour and a half, make yourself comfy. And Kate…what will you be doing?”

Kate immediately makes a beeline for the bedroom. You recall she hasn’t slept because Yelena kept her up all night with strenuous physical activity, and her exhaustion showed in her posture and face, “I knew it.” You laughed.

“Oof, alright, take a seat with me, Y/N,” Yelena shrugs off Kate’s exit, clearly more interested in talking with you.

“Sooo, how do we go about this?” you wondered, twirling your hair nervously.

“Hmm, well, I know why you think what you think. Your mom was a big factor, especially since all her paranoia passed to you. What about us Alphas scares you, though? Never talked about it much.” Yelena eats cheese and crackers while you explain everything you told her Omega.

“I always hear things on the news about how Alphas mistreat or abuse my kind, and I’ve read many articles telling me how awful Alphas really are and why they shouldn’t be trusted.”

“It made your fear worse,” Yelena observed, “Most of those articles are written because they loathe them. You do not hate Alphas, right?”

You sighed heavily, crossing your arms and looking down at the snack table, taking a few grapes and noshing on them before continuing, “Right. I’m just…scared of them.”

“What about Alphas scare you? Is it…,” Yelena pauses, “How our personalities can be when our hormones act up or is it like a general thing?”

“Everything. I’m afraid of them hurting and rejecting me; what if they reject me and beat me to death? That happened a few weeks ago with an omega man; what if that happens to me?”

“Y/N, the ‘what ifs’ are breaking your mind. There are always bad apples in every group, even Omegas, betas, and of course, Alphas; that’s how people are sometimes.” Yelena explains calmly, telling you there isn’t much to fear except the bad apples.

“How would I ever know which one would hurt me? People can easily hide that dark part of themselves, and they lure me to their home and kill me or something.” You sulked, frowning as you ate another grape with some cheese.

“Well…that’s where I would go with you,” Yelena sipped some water from her hydro flask and set it down, “I’m not gonna let anybody touch you with their gross ass hands - that right is reserved for your mate alone.”

“Thank you, Lena.” you breathed out slowly, debating whether or not to tell the truth. You can trust Yelena - that’s for sure. “I say a lot that I don’t want my mate because I’d rather be independent and work on my art, unbothered by the world and away from the Alphas.” You pause to take a swig of water poured into a glass. “The truth is, I want to find them and have somebody love me.” You confessed what had been truly lying underneath the surface. All the deflecting and misdirection were useless, and it had no benefit in the end. You didn’t want to tell her, yet you had to - to escape your mom’s shadow. “I’m afraid of my mom being right about my future, about how my mate would reject me on the spot and fuck another Omega afterward. About the pain they’d inflict.”

Yelena nods in understanding, a half-smile forms on her lips, “That took a lot to admit, and I thank you for your honesty, Y/N.”

“I felt comfortable enough with you to share; besides, it needed to be shared,” you replied with a yawn, “Struggling with my mom’s darkness cannot be done alone; I need people in my life who can help me overcome this.”

“We’ll be with you, even when you move away with your mate.” Yelena slightly frowns at the thought of you leaving; she’s grown to like you throughout your time here, and so had Kate, even more so. It’s hard to imagine not being close to them anymore: just three floors down and five doors on your right.

“I don’t know what to do if I found my mate now.” You ate some more snack foods as Yelena began to speak.

“It’s up to you. A lot of Omegas tend to rush into their mate’s arms, but some are casual about it, and others take their time to fully accept their mate.” It’s good to know there’s no rush or fuss about it going too fast. What a foreign concept for you: taking time to adjust yourself to your mate instead of going head-over-heels for them, blindly rushing into something you don't know.

“I’d rather take my time and go with the flow, you know?”

Ring ring!

Yelena’s phone starts ringing. “The blonde picks up her cellular device, and her eyes widen when seeing who’s calling. You see it too, ‘Wanda….”

“Wanda…you almost here? Yeah? Okay, the door’s unlocked. Where’s Natasha? On a mission? Fuck. Okay, whatever….” Yelena grumbles at the end and hangs up, “Sooo, would you like to meet Wanda? She’s my sister’s mate - they’re Alphas, just to clarify. If you don’t, that’s totally fine.”

You’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers; you weren’t gonna walk out on an opportunity like this, “I’ve always wanted to meet one of the Avengers! Wanda is super cool!”

“Okay…she said she was in the elevator, so she should be here in a second. Forewarning, she is an unmated Alpha, so she might be…on you.”

You turn to her, trying to understand what she means. Yelena said Wanda was mated to Natasha, right? It’s not a terribly rare occurrence for two Alphas to be coupled together, but by the sounds of it, they haven’t eloped yet? What a strange thing to do, but hey, no judgment here. Maybe they’re waiting for their honeymoon? No, it’s implied they have been together for quite some time.

“I thought you said-” A turning of a door handle interrupts you from asking. The door swings open to reveal a redheaded woman huddled in an oversized fluffy hoodie with a Yeti cup of iced coffee.

“Ah, Wanda, have a seat. I made us some snacks.” Yelena offered.

“Oooh, I love snacks!” Wanda chirps as she excitedly waddles to the loveseat adjacent to the couch and promptly grabs a paper plate with a few pieces of cheese and crackers to go with each slice.

Once Wanda eats a few, cleans herself off, and notices you out of the corner of her eyes, she then looks up at you, inquisitively narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, “I didn’t see you there.” She puts the paper plate she was eating off of on the coffee table, “Who’re you? I’m sorry if that sounded rude.”

There’s a sickly floral scent hanging in the air; it wasn’t there before - Yelena’s apartment smells like a cold garage most times, and you know Yelena dislikes air fresheners because it makes Kate’s scent smell off, her words. Why now are there…roses permeating the air? Unless Wanda has a snazzy and expensive perfume? No, it’s too strong - it’s practically radiating off her like sunlight. 

“Um, no, it’s okay, I’m Y/N. I’m her neighbor from three floors up.”

Wanda sits in silence to take in the heavenly scent you were giving, “Charmed to meet you!” Wanda bites her bottom lip and licks her upper, “What brings you here? Just hanging out and chatting or…?”

“Yeah, she’s helping me through some stuff,” you answered truthfully.

You and Wanda lock eyes for a moment, allowing you to admire her gorgeous green eyes illuminated by the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Her strawberry-blonde hair dazzles in the sunshine, giving her the radiance of an angel. To top it all off, she smells of roses and vanilla.

Your heart is racing, though you don’t know why. “You look beautiful when the sun shines on you,” you compliment her ethereal beauty at last.

“Thank you, hot stuff.” Wanda winks, and a gentle smile graces her pink and plump lips.

You sit there with an agape mouth, “I’m hot?”

Wanda’s eyes are noticeably dilated when she looks at you, “Definitely the prettiest girl I’ve seen all day…you out beat my Alpha by a longshot.”

What is her game here? You were simply complimenting how she glowed underneath the sun. Is she planning to cheat on her Alpha with a lowly Omega? Why do such a thing? Her mate is Natasha, Yelena’s sister and fellow member of the Avengers - why go so low for the apple closest to the bottom? Throwing it all away for some hermit Omega, but why?

You decide to get a clearer answer, somehow, “What? I thought you were mated to your other Alpha, Natasha? Why’re you-”

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s okay!” Yelena places a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“What? She’s flirting with me while she’s mated to her other half; that’s not right. That’s cheating!” you explained, not wanting to be a part of an affair.

There it is again, the smell of roses with a hint of vanilla hitting your sinuses though this time, it is noticeably stronger than before. Your body feels warmer because of it, and tingly too. The reassuring warmth washes away some of your worries as if it were magic. Wanda gets up from her seat and sits next to you; the lovely aroma becomes intoxicating. Yelena is watching on with curiosity, intently observing what Wanda plans on doing with you.

“Detka,” Wanda says breathily. Her hot breath hits the shell of your ear, causing your hair to stand up on end, “I’d never cheat on my Alpha, not with anyone, ever. However,” Wanda snakes an arm around your waist, “Have you noticed my scent? How calming it is?” She seductively whispers. Yelena has left, figuring Wanda has it from here but is nearby should things go south.

“I feel warm; it’s nice.” Wanda cranes her head and rubs against your scent gland, then pulls away, hoping you would get the hint. You begin understanding what everything means: the flirting, the use of her scent and pheromones, and the rubbing of your scent gland with her face; it could only mean one thing, “W-wait, are you, my mate?!” Fear starts overriding your brain with whispers of your mom’s heinous words.

“Yes, I am! Natasha is your mate too; that’s why I was flirting with you, silly!” Wanda’s hand slithers over yours and clasps it. Electricity shoots through you when her skin touches yours, “All ours, our precious Omega,” Wanda growled lowly and hotly into your ear.

Startled, you hop off the couch, “Oh no, no, no! I can’t, I- I can’t!” you cried, trembling as you stood. Your mom’s words echoed in your mind, “Your mate is gonna hurt you. Worthless, good for nothing. They won’t love you; they’ll pretend to and leave you in the dust and to rot.”

Wanda slowly stands up to not scare you. She hears echoes of your mind’s anguish and sadness, only small fragments of sentences such as ‘You deserve to die alone and afraid,’ With fearful tears forming in your eyes, your knees threaten to buckle underneath you. You continue repeating, ‘I can’t,’ until Wanda speaks, “Shhhh, detka. I’m not going to hurt you…. May I hold you, detka?”

“No, no, please get away from me. I- I can’t be here!” you begged, and your breathing became panicked and heavy. All that’s on your mind is your mother yelling at you, screaming obscenities until her voice gives out.

“Okay, okay. I hear you…tell me, what’s wrong ‘mega?” Wanda spoke softly, backing away two feet to not tip you over the edge.

“MY MIND IS KILLING ME!” you sobbed; everything had become blurry, and your body flushed with heat. You began wobbling, nearly falling backward. Wanda is quick to wrap her arms around you.

“Oh, my Omega…I’m right here,” Wanda cooed as she placed you and herself on the couch, preparing for when you inevitably drop. 

There’s nothing but grievances swirling in the vortex of your frightened mind as you succumb to your body’s emergency shutdown. You were feeling good moments ago, then the panic of finding your mate so soon sent your mind into a maddening spiral that brought out your mother’s harshest words. This was going to be quite the complicated path you would travel: learning to accept your past and learning to love again.

“Natasha…hey, just wanted to leave a message.” Wanda’s voice was nearly a murmur and somber in tone. “I found our Omega - she’s not well; she had a fear-induced drop. I don’t know what to do; please get back to me when you can. I love you.”

It’s been thirty minutes since you dropped, and Wanda has not let you go, only to grab her phone and call Natasha. You were lying unconscious next to Wanda, your head resting in the crook of Wanda’s neck, and your body was laid on its side, half on top of Wanda. Essentially, you were cuddling her.

Wanda stares longingly at your sleeping form, “Our girl…our mate. You’re so beautiful,” she says softly, recalling some of your haunting thoughts, “You’re safe with me, detka. No one will hurt you when I’m around.” The witch presses a kiss to your forehead, which you subconsciously react to by squirming in her gentle, loving hold.

You groaned in pain.

“It’s okay; I’m right here.” Wanda combs through your hair with her fingers; this appears to calm you down.

Yelena comes into view and is met with an immediate growl from Wanda; it was purely instinctual - no malice came from it, “Woah,” she took note of the growl’s volume, “I made her some chicken noodle soup…they were leftovers from last night, and maybe it might help her. I’m going to come closer, don’t bite, and place it in front of you.”

Wanda’s protective hold of you becomes tighter, and her pupils become pinpricks while the blonde dares to approach. She sets the hot soup bowl on the table, puts her hands in the air, and backs off slowly.

“Thank you,” Wanda spoke kindly, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to growl at you.”

Yelena chuckles, “It’s all good. I get it. I was the same with Kate” Yelena sits down on the loveseat and relaxes, “I know you called Natasha; I assumed she didn’t pick up?”

Wanda nods slowly and then presses another kiss on your forehead, “I knew she wouldn’t…so I left her a voice message. I know she’ll see it soon.”

“Since you might be here for a while, would you like a pillow or a blanket with which we could cover Y/N? She needs all the warmth she can get.” Yelena inquires as she searches a wicker basket full of unused blankets.

“Yes, absolutely,” Wanda smiles, “A pillow would be nice too. The armrest is getting uncomfortable.”

Yelena grabs a purple fleece blanket, unravels it to its full length, then fluffs it over you, allowing it to fall gracefully over you, “Okay, that should do. Here’s your pillow, Wanda; let me know if you need anything. I’ll be in the bedroom with Kate.”

The former assassin leaves the room, leaving you and Wanda entirely alone - a good thing, too, as you wriggled in Wanda’s hold, showing signs of awakening. A fear-induced drop lasts only a little bit, ranging from 15 to 45 minutes, depending on how bad the situation is. A fear-induced one can also either wear down or damage the body. Thanks to Wanda, it had been 30 minutes since you dropped, and recovery was quick. Her warmth and pheromones helped with the healing process.

“Baby girl….” Wanda whines, “Please wake up…my poor girl.”

Wanda’s phone begins vibrating loudly on the wooden coffee table, and she immediately answers it without seeing the caller ID, “Wanda, I got your voicemail…is she okay now? Does she need any medical assistance? Where are you?” There was an ember of panic in her voice, a rarity for the Black Widow to experience panic.

“She’s doing alright. I have her beside me at Yelena’s house - she’s still unconscious…honey, her mind is damaged, so very damaged. She was so scared when I told her she was our mate; so many terrible things were in her head.”

Natasha silently says, “Okay…what’s her name? I need to know…please.” Natasha enters a secluded room in the compound and leans up against the wall, awaiting an answer. She would probably need your name for medical reasons should you need a visit to the medical wing.

Wanda continues combing and twirling your hair, smiling fondly, “Y/N, her name is Y/N. It fits her so well.”

“I love her name already,” Natasha fawns over your name, “Y/N, Y/N, I have not seen her yet…but I adore her name.”

“Aww,” Wanda coos, happy to hear her other Alpha gushing over you so soon, “She’s gorgeous; I can’t wait for you to meet her - she seems so sweet when she isn’t scared.”

“You’re so lucky…you got to hold and protect her when she dropped. So jealous.” Natasha exits the room and heads for the main room, “Still, we need to bring her in for an evaluation. That drop could not have been good; those are dangerous - who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?” 

Tony Stark walks past as Natasha finishes her sentence, only hearing, ‘Who knows how many fear-induced drops she has had?’ He pauses in place, his lips quirking disbelievingly, “What? Wait, hold on a second, Nat!” Stark caught up to the striding Natasha, struggling to keep up with her, “I heard something about a fear-induced drop, everyone good?”

Natasha refuses to stop moving, “Maybe. Nothing too serious, I hope.” The assassin had the phone moved away from her mouth.

“Do keep me posted?” Tony asks before meeting up with Steve and Bucky for a briefing on the Hydra base they raided not too long ago. Nat only nodded.

“Sorry, love. Tony wanted a quick word.”

“Yelena doesn’t know, not many, I presume,” Wanda shrugs, then reassures the Widow, “When she’s fully awake, I’ll see if I can gain her trust enough for me to take our Omega to the medical wing; she’s not terribly keen on trusting Alphas.”

Natasha’s heart flutters with sadness. Of course, someone hurt her Omega, “Who hurt her?” She growls uncharacteristically loud, not enough to alarm anybody in her proximity, “I’ll hunt them down and tear them apart and make them beg for mercy.”

“I don’t know, Nat…can’t ask her that yet; I don’t think killing the person who hurt her would win her over,” Wanda admits. You begin to stir, your arms and legs stretching outward as your eyes start opening, “She’s waking up, Natty; I gotta go.” Wanda hangs up without another word.

“Mmm, oww.” you tiredly groaned into Wanda’s ear.

Wanda eases her pheromone usage to not overwhelm you, “Hey, you, you’re finally awake.”

You are incredibly weakened, unable to move an inch without help. In fact, your mind is surprisingly intact after the nightmare attack…somewhat, “Hungry…hungry.” 

“Yelena brought you some chicken noodle soup; it’s hot and ready for you!” Wanda beams.

“Could you help me up? I feel drained,” you whined for your Alpha to help you in your exhausted state, “Please?” Your bottom lip curled into a frown.

“Of course, ‘mega,” The witch, unfortunately, has to use her magic to push you up as her upper body strength is not much, “I hope you don’t mind.”

As Wanda gets up, she has you lean on her for support in case your body can do so. The Alpha levitates the bowl into her hands and holds it in front of you, “Do you want me to feed you, or do you want me to hold the bowl while you eat?”

You initially grimace at the thought of someone feeding you like you are helpless, but you know what you can and cannot do, and eating on your own is one you cannot do by yourself. You did not want to rely on someone ever to help you; alas, you had to - your arms were trembling.

“Y-yeah, er, yes, please.” you begrudgingly agreed.

Wanda holds the silver spoon and scoops up a good sum of broth, noodles, and chicken, holding it in front of your lips. You open your mouth and eat: it tastes pretty damn good, you’d say. Yelena has loved cooking ever since she and Kate moved in with each other. You take another spoonful from Wanda and savor the taste; this is probably the healthiest thing you have eaten in a month, but that’ll change soon.

“You’re doing so good, Y/N.” Wanda had to physically restrain herself from calling you ‘my Omega.’ She wanted to ensure you trusted her first before contacting you, so for now, ‘detka’ will suffice.

“Thank you…for your help, Wanda,” you acquiesced.

“Always, detka,” Wanda fed you another spoonful, “Would you like me to take you back to your apartment after you finish eating?” How generous of her! For an Alpha, she’s awfully kind to escort you home safely.

“Yes,” you meekly replied, “And,” you hesitated, “Could you…lay down with me…when we go to my apartment?” You thought you sounded pathetic when pleading for your mate to hold you while you lay in bed, but you, for some reason, knew you needed Wanda with you, despite your need for independence. Just this once. Speaking of, where were the harsh words of your parental unit? Not a single one has popped up ever since you dropped. Could it be that they appear when you’re all alone or challenged by something new?

Wanda tries to hold back an excited grin, yet she can’t help but squeal with delight, “Awww, of course, I will! You’re my-” Wanda stops herself.

“Go on, you can call me your mate…you saved me believe it or not.”

“Wait- really?” Wanda was shocked: after everything that happened almost 45 minutes ago, she saved you? How?

“Yeah…if it weren’t for you, I would not have come out of that…thank you.” You half-smiled and brought her in for a side hug.

Wanda sets the nearly empty bowl back on the table and wraps both arms around you for a tight hug, “I’d do anything to make my Omega feel safe and loved.”

Warmth rushed to your cheeks. This felt nice, you thought, to have affection thrown your way. You were not used to it, but you welcomed it anyway.

One thing has been on your mind: who was Wanda talking to when you were unconscious? You could not determine what she was saying, but you felt her voice in her chest when you rested. It could have been Yelena, for all you know. However, there indeed was somebody else Wanda was talking to, but who?

“Were you talking with someone while I was unconscious? I felt you speaking, and I was just curious….” you bashfully darted your eyes to the kitchen, where you could see a fully-outfitted Kate and Yelena preparing to leave for some sort of superhero outing. They slipped quietly out of the window.

“Natasha,” Wanda stated, “Your other Alpha…I left her a voice message shortly after you dropped, informing her of what happened, and she called a little later.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. That explains everything. No wonder she was openly flirting with you; she is mated to both you and Natasha, “I’m sorry about everything I accused you of earlier; that was shitty of me - I was scared and-”

“It’s okay, ‘mega,” Wanda hugged you tighter, “You didn’t know. I thought you would’ve caught onto my calming scent sooner, and I wasn’t too helpful or aware of what was happening. I got caught up in the moment of finding my Omega mate. I’m sorry too.”

You smiled fully for the first time today; your Alpha owned up to her mistakes and meant it. She had a kind disposition when apologizing and meant every word. You initially thought all Alphas were just sex-crazed monsters who would beat you to death if you rejected their disgusting advances, but now Wanda is changing your perspective little by little. You are warming up to the idea of being mated to two Alphas but are not actually ready to go all in just yet. It would take some time for you to fully recover mentally from your abusive mother’s cruel words and to be free of those chains that bound you. Today is a great start.

“I suppose we should get you back upstairs, my mate.” Wanda nuzzles your scent gland, covering you in her rosy-vanilla scent.

“Mmm, yeah,” you said, pulling away, “Gonna drink some water first - need to cool me down.”

“Was me scenting you too much?” Wanda asked, worried she moved too fast.

“Eh. If I remember right, scenting prevents other Alphas from getting touchy; in a way, you’re protecting me.” You admitted as you drank some water from Yelena’s hydro flask.

“Oh, good. Just wanna make sure I didn’t overstep your boundaries.” Wanda wiped her forehead of sweat; the room's temperature had risen to battle the coolness that seeped in from the window Yelena left cracked open.

“I’ll let you know if you or Natasha overstep,” you let out a yawn, you dropping must have worn your body out., “But I need to go home soon; dropping like that certainly didn’t replenish my energy.”

Wanda nods in agreement with a small smile, “Tomorrow, we might need you checked out at the hospital…in case your body was strained or hurt when you fear-dropped. I’m sure you’re fine, but we can’t be too careful.” Her concern was not unwarranted, fear-drops can be hurtful to the body in many ways. 

“Understood…oh, are we going to the Avenger’s hospital or?” you perked up with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely, you can finally meet your other mate - she’s dying to meet her precious Omega; believe me: she was gushing about me telling her your name.”

This made you blush madly, flustered to know that your other Alpha was eager to meet you. However, you are weary of going somewhere completely new and all the kinds of people you would be meeting. You bet there will be many Alphas in the Avengers, which you need more preparation for, though you will have Wanda and Natasha to protect you should someone cross the line.

“I’m excited!” you exclaimed, “Off to bed we go!”

“Alright, malyshka,” Wanda rubs her eyes, grabs the purple fleece blanket Yelena gave you, and throws it over her shoulder. As the redhead stands up, she helps you to your feet, and you drape your left arm over her shoulders for support, “Do you need anything before you rest up for the afternoon?”

“Afternoon?” you inquired.

“Yeah, it’s only 2:15; why do you ask?”

“I’m afraid I’ll fall asleep and fuck up my sleep schedule completely…maybe we could watch a movie or two? Might have to do a commission in the morning,” you explained simply.

“Welllll, bed plus your mate right next to you equals you and I falling asleep. Got any other idea to keep yourself awake?”

“Not really,” you sighed in defeat, “Finnneee, I guess I’ll go to bed.”

You and Wanda are already out of the door and inside the elevator, “Floor?”

“Seven,” you yawned.

“So, what is this commission you speak of? I’m a bit confused.”

“Oh…I- I’m a freelance artist. People ask me to draw stuff, and they pay me a decent amount of money, and I draw it for them once they have paid me.”

—

Ring ring!

Three hours after you return to your apartment with Wanda, watching FRIENDS and nearly falling asleep twice, you are both awoke by Wanda’s phone. Who could possibly be calling so early in the twilight? Yelena and Kate are out on a stakeout, so they would not be dillydallying on their phones unless it was an emergency. 

“Natasha?” Wanda furrows her brows, “Hey, honeybuns!”

That is fucking adorable.

“Hey, babe…how’s our mate?” Natasha is lying on her bed in her pj’s, bored out of her mind, when she decides to call Wanda for a status update on you.

“I don’t know…why don’t you ask her?” The Alpha whispers, “It’s for you.”

Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, and you place it against your ear. “Hello?” your voice was timid and quiet.

Natasha grins, “Mate.” Just by your voice, she knows for certain that you are her mate, “You doing okay, lovely? Wanda treating you like a princess?” Her voice was velvety and low.

“I’m doing even better! Wanda has been treating me so well!” you praised the redhead next to you, to which she blushed.

“Good,” Natasha plays with her hair, “I may not know what you look like yet, but I know you’re absolutely beautiful. I’d do anything to hold you right now…fuck, I’m so jealous of Wanda right now; it’s not funny.”

You yawned loudly into the speaker, “Oh no, I’m getting sleepy again…I wanna know more about you, Natasha.”

“Oh, baby girl, you should get some rest - you had a rough day; I won’t keep you too long, I-”

“Wait!” you interjected, “I wanna send a pic real quick before I sleep.” You quickly go to the camera app and turn the camera on yourself, take a poorly-lit selfie, and send it to Natasha, “There, now you know what I look like…I’m a little nervous about meeting you…and everyone else, but I know you and Wanda will guard me, and I can feel safe when I visit.” you yawned once more, “Looks like I must rest now…I will see you tomorrow!”

“Goodnight, Omega. Sleep well!” Natasha blows a kiss.

“Goodnight!” you bid your farewell. Your eyelids became heavy with sleep, and you let out another yawn.

Tomorrow is the day. The day you meet your other Alpha. Tomorrow is another day, a good day, where you and your two mates come together. Still, your mother’s words, albeit faintly, echo in the recesses of your mind, now quieter than they have ever been in the past few months.

Tomorrow is today. The morning sun greets you at 11:07 when you finally awake from a deep, uninterrupted slumber that lasted over twelve hours. It was the best sleep you have ever gotten; not even that one time you were up for thirty-six hours and crashed felt as good as this. You felt rejuvenated, all because in the middle of the night, you subconsciously sought your Alpha’s comfort when you had a nightmare. Wanda tightly held you the whole night, ensuring you remained asleep and comfortable. Imagine sleeping with two….

Wanda has been awake for about three hours, waiting for you to rise from your slumber while stroking your hair on and off. You were awake but not wanting to move a muscle - Wanda was ultra comfy, and you liked it when she played with your hair. The Alpha was beyond happy with you in her arms. It made her feel she had a new mission in life: to love and protect her Omega. 

Wanda’s heart swells with love and loyalty. She does something she did not anticipate herself - her throat begins lowly rumbling, purring into your ear as you lay there half-awake, “Detka…it’s time to get up,” she nudges you, “My Omega…as much as I would love to stay in bed with you all day, we need to go to the compound.”

“But why??” you groaned, “It’s safer here….”

“Natasha is waiting for you there - she’s been preparing your room for you all evening and this morning, just for you, baby.” Wanda brushes a few strands of hair out of your vision, “You’re probably gonna be at the compound for a few days for some tests…that drop was intense, detka.”

“But-”

“Malyshka, they won’t be extensive tests, I promise…. Besides, you and Natasha still have yet to meet. She’s dying to meet her precious Omega. ” Wanda hands you her red-cased phone, already opened to her text messages. At the top, the name reads, ‘Alpha<3’. The letters start from 8:03 up until 8:49 am, “Read them…Natasha can’t stop talking about you; it’s adorable.”

You hesitantly look at the messages.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s asleep in my arms. She is so peaceful when she has someone to hold onto.”

“:( I’m so jealous of you…wish I could hold her right now…it’s so cold without you here; blankets aren’t doing anything.”

“Awwww, don’t worry, Natty…we’ll be heading over there when she wakes up a little bit; probs needs a coffee run to get her running.”

“Hopefully soon…I need to see my pretty girl up close and personal. That pic is only so much. I want to hear her voice, feel her warmth on my body, and fall asleep with her in the middle of us.”

“I bet she’s so warm and snuggly.”

“She is. She’s like a big ol teddy bear!”

“I love her so much already. When we return, Pietro and I will be out on observation duty, sooooo you’ll have her all to yourself! :D”

“>:) All mine…for the whole day? I CAN’T WAIT!!!”

“You’re gonna love her!”

“I already do!!!”

“Awww. I know she’ll love us both so much! Can’t wait for you to meet her!”

“Well, I oughta get back to getting her room ready…gonna give her some of my shirts and hoodies to wear when she gets here - don’t want anybody going after her.”

“Throw in some of mine, too, please?”

“Of course, my Alpha.”

The conversation ends there.

Your heart begins swelling with adoration at your other Alpha’s pining and gushing over you, even if you have not met yet. That will soon change. From what you have seen, Natasha is doting and more protective than Wanda, maybe? You could not glean much of her personality from the texts; however, you will meet her soon.

“Okay…I’ll go; when will the tests be?” you scented Wanda, rubbing your face against her glands.

Wanda is pleasantly surprised. She thought you would not scent her for at least a while, “Tomorrow,” she mumbles dreamily, quickly dismissing your question to focus on something arguably more important, “You scented me!” she giggles. Her giggle makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“Yeah,” your voice was small, “You did so much for me yesterday. I have never felt loved in any capacity before…, and you showed me how great it is to be loved by someone.”

Wanda’s heart broke. ‘Never felt loved in any capacity before,’ that heartbreak showed through her deep, sorrowful frown. A whimper escapes her, “My poor baby.” It told her everything without you explicitly saying who or what hurt you deeply.

“It’s okay; I’m safe now.” you reassured your Alpha, “Right then, should we get ready?”

—

You and Wanda grabbed coffee at the same shop you and Kate went to Yesterday morning and then went to a private place to be picked up in a jet.

Soon enough, you arrived at the compound - just a few miles outside NYC. It wasn’t terribly busy; no Avengers could be seen walking out and about the compound. In fact, the place appears deserted, save for a few vehicles parked outside the main building, including a motorcycle.

“Finally, we’re here!” Wanda cheered, hugging you as you finished off your coffee.

Instead, you don’t say a word and firmly grasp Wanda’s hand, silently telling her you’re nervous about entering unknown territory. Wanda gently squeezes your hand, reassuring you you are safe with her.

Wanda sends a quick text. 

“Hey, we’re here! :3”

“Yay! I’m still up in her room, be right down!”

“She’s still upstairs; she’ll meet us at the front!” Wanda leads the way with you falling behind.

Of course, your mind is swirling with negative thoughts at such an important event. Nothing new, just the same old, “You aren’t worthy enough for love.” It’s becoming easier to ignore since Wanda came along and offered constant reassurance that none of those things would ever happen. You wish you could be rid of your self-deprecating thoughts and your mother’s words, but they linger, slowly rising back to the surface.

You stare blankly as you and Wanda move closer to the compound’s front door, only to be greeted by a sweaty, hunky Alpha: Natasha.

Natasha is stunning, to say the least. Her white tank top tightly clings to her torso, exposing her abs and muscular arms to the morning sun; the sweat glistens on her skin. Her blue jeans perfectly fit her, accentuating her luscious toned thighs and ass. Curvy and muscular, they fit into one sexy package.

Her expressionless face immediately turns into a joyful grin upon seeing you behind Wanda, “There’s my Omega.” she says under her breath.

You are stunned by her beauty; your jaw drops when you see how muscular she is, “Holy shit.” were the only words you could muster. Wanda laughs heartily while she lets go of your hand, gently pushing you toward the 6’2 goddess striding over.

Natasha quickly unties her messy bun and lets her blonde-tipped red hair fall past her shoulders. A wave of sandalwood and coconut wafted through the still air, and Nat’s scent became stronger the closer she got. It was strong but not as intense and sultry as Wanda’s, more like an easy-going but bold scent, arousing. 

Natasha approaches and looks you up and down, licking her lips hungrily, “ Mate .” her blue eyes appeared primal, the Alpha in her just stirring just below the surface, “ You’re mine, mine. No one can ever have you but us.” Natasha embraced you and growled those words into your ear.

Affection was nonexistent all your life, and to have so much all at once was a bit overwhelming. Too much, in fact. Your breathing becomes shallow and quick, “Need space.” With that, Natasha lets go.

“Honey? You okay?” Natasha's lips curl into a slight frown.

You begin collecting yourself, “Sorry…never been loved like this before.”

Natasha brushes a few locks of your hair behind your ears and smiles softly, “You don’t need to apologize, my Omega. I understand if you need space.”

You hum with approval, grabbing both of Nat’s hands and pressing a kiss to a knuckle on both, “Thank you, Al- Natasha.” you hesitated to call either of your mates by their titles. Sure, they call you Omega whenever, but for you to call them ‘Alpha’ requires you to completely trust them. Wanda may have cared for you while you fear-dropped and cuddled you when you slept, but your mind simply could not let you call them their titles so freely. For you, they had to truly earn it, your love.

“Of course, my Omega…ready to go to your room? I made it all cozy for you; you’ll love it!”

“You’re so sweet, Natasha! A room all for me?” you cooed as you nuzzled Natasha while she took your arm in hers.

“Wanda told me a few things…I wanted to ensure you did not feel pressured into sharing a bed with us until you were comfortable. The last thing I want to do is pressure you into something you’re not okay with.” Natasha walks with you and Wanda into the compound, “Wanda, love, when is your observation duty?”

“In a few minutes,” the witch says sadly, “I suppose I should go…it pains me to leave you, my Omega and Alpha, but I shall return as soon as possible - hopefully before nightfall. We could maybe cuddle up and watch a movie together?”

You peck Wanda’s lips, nodding happily, “I’d love that!”

The redhead’s eyes lit up with anticipation, “Yay! Alright, I will see you later, detka…you be good for Tasha, okay?” Wanda sighs as she leaves, mumbling, ‘I miss her already, fuck observation duty.’

As you watch her walk away with her head hanging low, you feel your stomach growling and nagging at you. Right, coffee is not a meal. Some actual food would do you some good right now; anything is better than iced coffee. It is noon, and everyone here has eaten; maybe there are leftovers? You pout at the rumbling of your stomach, whining at the lack of food in your system - you have not eaten since last night.

Natasha notices your odd posture and sad face and asks, “What’s wrong, baby girl? Miss her already, don’t you?” 

You hardly nod; your eyes stare blankly at the grey corporate chic floor, “Yeah…but,” you sigh. The coffee has upset your stomach significantly, “I haven’t eaten today…getting a little hangry.” 

Natasha grasps your hand and leads you out into the back area of the compound, “Wanda didn’t get you any food this morning? Wow, can’t believe she left you starving like this.” She feigned annoyance; she could never be mad at Wanda for such a thing. Natasha knew Wanda was eager to bring you home, and it was an oversight on her part, mainly focusing on keeping you awake, “You’re lucky that we just had a big cookout not long before you arrived, my darling…I made burgers; they might not be the best…Wanda usually does all the cooking, so I’m a little shabby. I hope my cooking satisfies you, darling girl.

“Can’t wait; I’m starving!” 

“What would you like on it? I have a large assortment of toppings.”

You tell your Alpha what you want on your burger, sit at one of the tables, and await your Alpha's return. Surprisingly, no one else is around to spoil this special moment; the compound feels vacant, almost like a graveyard. Perhaps everyone has gone back into the main office to discuss Avengers stuff?

Natasha sits down and sets the paper plate in front of you, “Soooo,” Natasha rests her head on both of her hands, staring intently at you, “How are you liking us so far?”

“I’m starting to warm up to the two of you…which is honestly so foreign to me - to enjoy the company of Alphas. My mom tried her damndest to burn into my mind that my mates would hurt me in any way possible,” you confessed only a small portion of your past only because you didn’t want to trauma dump.

“Your mom hurt you?” Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders in comfort.

“Yeah, only with her words…she never hit me, oddly enough. I ran away from her, so I won’t be seeing her anytime soon.” You leaned into the crook of your Alpha’s neck, “I have you and Wanda now. I’m safe here, I hope.” I hope?

“You are, my princess. I promise you this place is heavily secured.”

“Good, good. It’s just I’m afraid my mom will find me here somehow and hurt me,” you nuzzle into Natasha’s scent gland for extra comfort.

Natasha rolls her eyes teasingly, “How could a frail woman like your mom ever hurt you in a place like this?”

“She has her ways, believe me…she’s a threat if she wants to be,” you warned.

Nat kisses your forehead and you resume eating your homemade cheeseburger, silently agreeing to stop talking about your mother and enjoy each other’s company.

“Y’know,” you took a sip of water from the glass, “If it weren’t for Kate and Yelena…we would have never met.” It’s true; if you weren’t in the crossfire of the tracksuit mafia attack near your apartment, you would not be here having a fulfilling experience with your Alphas.

“Oh, yeah?” Nat raises a brow.

“Well, more like we would’ve not met if Kate had stopped breaking into my apartment to check on me every day.” you laughed, remembering all the strange times of night, Kate would unlock your door and place a platter of brownie cookies on your countertop and you would catch her every time.

“That…sounds like Kate, alright. She’s always been the Omega to make lots of friends…in the most unusual ways.” Natasha dreamily stares into your y/e/c eyes, happily humming in admiration as if she were already in love with you, and then continues, “I’m happy that Wanda found you - we’ve been patiently waiting for our Omega to find us, but it appears we found you first, imagine that.”

“Me too. Wanda made me feel so…loved and protected; it’s all so new to me, what with my mother and all.” Your head drops as you mention the harpy you call your ‘mother,’ “I honestly don’t feel like I deserve an Alpha, let alone two or any love whatsoever.”

Nat grabs your chin and tilts your head back up to meet her dazzling eyes, “You are loved, my dearest. You might not think it, but you are so loved, so incredibly loved. We will help you with overcoming this darkness together.”

You are touched by Natasha’s words of reassurance, and tears begin to form once more. For once in your life, something has begun to fill in the cracks of your heart, slowly mending it back together; surely your heart won’t completely return to how it’s supposed to, but now it can be filled with something indescribable, something completely foreign to you: love, a small puddle of love. 

Shortly after lunch with Natasha and being medically examined, you were finally shown your temporary residence two doors down from Wanda and Natasha’s room. It is a cozy yet bleak bedroom: gray walls, a wooden laminate floor mixed with wooden bookcases, and a dresser. There isn’t much decoration, well…there’s hardly any except a poster of Tony Stark posing next to one of his suits on the wall opposite your bed, but that’s it. As you entered your room, you were immediately hit with the faint smell of roses and coconuts. Wanda and Natasha were in here, making sure their scent permeated your bedroom - you knew where it may be coming from too. The dresser. A dark red hoodie is on top; perhaps you should take it? Well, it’s your room; everything is yours, right? 

By that margin, you quickly swipe the crimson hoodie and equip it. This is absolutely Wanda’s; the rosy scent and the baggy, lazy aesthetic gives it away; wearing it is oddly soothing, like…being hugged? You weren’t sure.

“Aww, I knew you’d like it; Wanda wanted me to give it to you as a welcoming gift - it’s her favorite one!” Natasha grins gleefully, “Oh, I gave you some of our old clothes since you’re gonna be here a few days; I hope they fit you.”

“You two are such sweethearts!” you swooned, “I’ll definitely be needing these, thank you.”

The Alpha blushes at your appraisal, “Of course, my Omega, anything for you!”

For some strange reason, you don’t feel giddiness or any happiness bubble within you. Your mind feels…empty and also sad. It’s as if there’s some sort of blockage keeping you confined. Why? Mother is far, far away where she could never hurt you again, yet you can’t move past the gloominess of your past. An unresolved piece of your history prevents you from fully loving your Alphas.

Your face goes from an appreciative, happy one to a full frown, and you look down at the floor with pain that dulls the luster in your eyes, “Y/N?” Natasha furrows her brows in confusion at your change of attitude, “What’s wrong, baby? Something on your mind?” You hated to sour a happy moment, especially one of the very few you have had in your life.

With a defeated, tired sigh, you place yourself on the edge of the charcoal gray-coated bed and pat the space next to you, "I wish my mom loved me as much as you two do now…wish my dad was still around. I think my mom broke the bond between them and kicked her out just so my mom could isolate me from the world."

Natasha wraps an arm around you in assurance, “I’m happy that you’re here today, my Omega, and not trapped within her home anymore.”

“Me too. Still, I wonder what happened to my father after she was booted out, hmmph.” You thought of the possible whereabouts of your father after she was booted out. Your father is a female Alpha, and so she could have found another mate by now - it has been years, “I…I need some time to think about all this. Can I have some time alone, please? I need answers.”

Natasha nods in understanding, flashing a quick half-smile, patting your shoulder before standing up, “Of course, my Omega, but first, you need to know about FRIDAY.” 

The Alpha teaches you simple commands like locking the door and restricting access, amongst all other things. Natasha leaves the room, and you tell FRIDAY to lock the room behind her and allow no visitors.

Now that you’re all alone, you grab your phone and scour the web for your father’s name to see if she has a Facebook profile or something that indicates that she’s still around, “You gotta be here somewhere, father, there's no way you’re completely gone.”

Do you remember your father’s name? Let’s see…no, all you remember is that it starts with ‘A’ and the fact you share a last name with her.

Was it Anne, Augustine, Ava, Abigail, or Addison? Her name sounded like a great-grandma’s name. Perhaps she was named after a novelist? That was a random thought that kept popping up. You had not tried your last name yet; maybe that could work? Strangely enough, your mind has hyperfixated on finding your father on a first-name basis. Curse your brain, indeed.

“What the fuck was her name? It’s on the tip of my tongue…*sighs* I guess my last name will have to do, even if I don’t get the rush of serotonin from finding out her name.”

Now, you hesitantly type in your last name on Google. There’s a reason why you did not want to type it in…because your last name has a bit of history with the Avengers. Within ten seconds, you typed in ‘Harkness’ and pressed enter. Instantly, you’re greeted with something you had not expected - an obituary for a certain Josephine Christie Hemmingway…your mother.

Your eyes completely widen in shock, “What…no fuckin’ way….”

You click on the link to her obituary and read it aloud: ‘Josephine Christie Hemmingway passed away on February 15th at 6:28 pm, just before she ate breakfast. She was a waste of space, a terrible wife, and an even worse mother; even garbage had more use than her. Josephine died of acute respiratory failure and was found lying face-down on the floor with a bottle of whiskey spilled on the carpet…what a waste of whiskey. She is survived by her ex-wife and her daughter, who vanished one night, Y/N.’

Down below the obituary, there was a phone number with a message and a signed name next to it, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much.’

“My dad has been looking for me this whole time?” you put your phone down on the bed and lie down, staring at the blank white ceiling in silence at the revelation. Your mom is dead. Gone. Was your fleeing from home what drove her to the edge, to drink herself asleep every night? Probably. You needed to consult somebody about this and what you should do. It’s unsatisfying, really - to have the person who has hurt you all your life die before you could return and chew them off, cursing them for how they treated you, “FUCK!” you yelled, “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FAIR!”

It wasn’t, but what good would it have done if you did have one last chance to scream at her, to make her feel like the weak one? Nothing. 

“FRIDAY, call Natasha and Wanda if she’s available.”

“Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are still out. However, Natasha is still around. Calling Natasha Romanoff to your residence.”

The only family you really had left was all the way across the US, leaving Agatha to be your only immediate family. You doubted your mother’s side of the family cared if Josephine died or if you existed. Whatever, at least Agatha has been looking for you all this time. It felt weird to hear that your father wants you…you have never felt wanted in your life up until you found your mates.

Natasha knocks on your door and you tell the AI to unlock it for her, “Milaya? You wanted to see me?”

You swallow the lump in your throat and beckoned her to sit next to you, “I need to talk…to both of you; it’s important.”

“It must be - your scent is pungent, so to speak, like saltwater…are you okay?”

“Not really. I found out quite a lot, actually. But I need both of you before I can talk about it.” you explained, sorrow evident in your voice, though you didn’t understand why.

“Wanda and Pietro should be back soon, would like to come downstairs and decompress. Maybe watch some TV?” Natasha did not sit down as you asked; rather, she extended her hand and helped you to your feet.

You shake your head ‘yes’ and follow the Alpha down to the living room, where Pietro is casually lounging and slurping on a smoothie with Wanda, who is nowhere to be seen.

“Wanda is on her way, Natasha. She lagged behind, well, I mean, I am very fast.” Pietro smirked as he zoomed across the room to greet you and your Alpha, “Oh? Who might you be? Never seen you here before.” he pointed at your nose curiously.

“Y/N…Natasha and Wanda’s Omega, you must be Wanda’s twin brother, right?”

“Mhm! I’m a Beta, by the way, just gotta throw that out there!” Pietro shakes your hand even though you didn’t offer to shake his.

Natasha growls at Pietro, one of warning to not touch what’s hers, without permission again. The speedster shrugs her off and nyooms back to where he sat, drinking his beverage without a care in the world. Wanda walks in through the backdoor, and her eyes light up when she spots you next to Natasha and waves.

“Wanda….” you say, “Us three need to sit down and chat.”

The redhead notices your somber expression, and her happy demeanor becomes solemn. Nodding, “What’s going on, my Omega?” Wanda looks at her twin, who, upon hearing those words, understands what is transpiring and promptly leaves.

“Well,” you and Nat sit next to Wanda, you are in the middle of them, “To catch you up to speed, Wanda: I am having some mental blockage and it involves my mother, of course. My mind refuses to let go of the pain and the years of being unloved, and because of that, I can’t…love you both until I get this resolved.”

“Okay……” Wanda blinks, “What do you plan to do, detka?”

“Well, I originally planned to find her and confront her, but, uh, fate,” you pull out your phone, “Says otherwise.” You take a deep breath in and release it, “My mom…passed away about three months ago on the 15th.”

Your Alphas look at one another in disbelief; finally, the demon that was your mother is finally gone from this world, burning in hell for her crimes against you. However, you weren’t finished, “I found her obituary and it says my dad is still alive somewhere.”

Nat squeezes your thigh, “You want to find them?” her voice is quiet, almost like the wind.

“Yeah, my mother broke the special bond between them and booted my father out. My dad was forced out of my life, and at the bottom of Josephine’s obituary, my dad left a message for me in case I wanted to reconnect, ‘Y/N, if you find this - please call me…I miss you so, so much,’ but here’s where you might get…angry.”

“We would never be angry with you, detka. You are our Omega. We will stay by your side forever, always.” Wanda reassures.

All you could do was peck her cheek, to which the redhead squealed with delight, “She left her name signed at the bottom.”

“What’s wrong with that, honeybuns? Your father wanted you to remember her name; I think that’s cute.” Nat squeezes your hand to comfort you as she feels your hand beginning to shake.

“I shared her last name, and even after she left, I still took her name with pride. I never took my mom’s maiden name after the divorce; I could never be one of the Hemmingways, ever; they never cared about me or my situation.”

“Oh? We never learned your last name come to think of it. Are you comfortable with sharing that with us? If not, it’s totally okay; we won’t pry any further.” Wanda promises on her life.

“I don’t want to, but…it needs to be addressed,” you pause and take a drink of water from the table and put your phone back up to your eyes, reading aloud your last name to your mates with fear covering your voice, “My last name is……Harkness. My father is Agatha Harkness.”

They did not see that coming.

Wanda and Natasha sat dumb and unmoving, staring blankly past each other at the revelation of your heritage. It’s impossible. You are so different from the witch, they thought. The last time they encountered Agatha was three years ago when she caused a disturbance in a small town looking for someone who turned out to be you. It makes their stomachs churn with uneasiness. You figured they would react this way - frozen in place with their minds trying to make sense of the information.

“It’s a lot to take in….” Wanda speaks after a moment.

“Mhm,” you nod, “Who would’ve thought?”

“What do you want to do, Omega?” Nat asks, pulling you in for a comforting side hug.

You rest your head on her shoulder, sighing, “I dunno…I- I want to reach out, but this is all so much so soon.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Wanda frowns, squeezing your hand in reassurance, “We’ll be right beside you every step of the way.”

Despite the revelation of your genitor and her history with your mates, you are relieved they did not leave you like your mother said they would. This shows they are committed to you, no matter who your parents are or how things might play out should you visit Agatha. You’re happy, even if for a split second.

A happy hum then follows, “I’m gonna wait a while before I call her; I need some time to adjust to,” you gesture around you, “All of this, my new life, and with what’s going on up here,” you point to your head, “Most importantly…I want to spend time with you before even considering talking to my father about everything.”

“I was about to say...it would probably not be a good idea to call Agatha right after such emotional turmoil,” Natasha commented.

“Yeah. I’m going to give it a few days, maybe a week?”

“Whenever you’re ready, detka, we’ll go with you if you want us to,” Wanda affirms.

“Thank you, both.”

“Heyyy!” Kate answers after two rings.

“Yo!” you replied.

“Sooo, Yelena told me a few things….” Kate held back her excitement as if Atlas held the earth.

“Uh huh,” don’t think about it too much, “Wanda and Natasha are my mates, could you believe that?”

“I heard! How exciting! Two mates, that’s really rare, you know? You got so lucky; I can’t believe the little hermit found her Alphas!” Kate is lying flat on her stomach, swinging her legs back and forth.

“Me too, to think it all happened 'cause Wanda came over earlier than she was supposed to,” you laughed.

“Glad she did! You like them so far?”

“At first, I was sketchy of Wanda, but she helped me through a fear-induced drop and comforted me. I felt loved, which is honestly a first.”

“Awww, glad you enjoy her company! What about my Alpha’s older sister? I never really interacted with Natasha any time she was over.”

“She’s very tall and muscular…that was the first thing I noticed about her.” you bashfully admitted, blushing red at the confession, “Like, I swear I nearly drooled when she walked out the compound.”

Kate cackles on the other end, “Adorable, you’re adorable.”

Your blush becomes even redder, “Shut up!” you bury your face deep into your pillow.

“It’s okay to think your mate is ultra hot, dude! I was the same with Yelena: thirsting over her figure when I approached my heat- oh.”

You jolt off the bed, “I was admiring her physique; she has trained and strengthened her body well.” You didn’t pay enough attention to what Kate had said, only bothering to defend yourself…for some reason.

“Mhm, didn’t you say you drooled over her?” Kate teases.

“I- I, yeah….” You sighed in defeat, “I’d take a bite out of her.”

“They’d like a bite of you, too, in more ways than one, heheh.”

“Ohmygosh, KATE!” you stuffed your face with the pillow.

“It’s so true, though. I know Wanda-”

“Shush!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let off the pedal.” Kate eases her teasing for the time being.

“Since you’re doing that, I must ask you something - it’s very important.” You quickly regained composure and switched to a more serious tone. It was time to ask your best friend a massive favor.

“Oh?” Kate raises an eyebrow, “What’s up?” The archer adjusts herself to a more comfortable position.

You take a deep breath in and then out, “I need you to look into someone, find where they might be. I can’t move forward mentally until I find them.”

“Y/N, you really should not go searching for your mom, not after what she did to you. Please reconsider-”

“My dad. I want you to find my dad. My mom passed away months ago, and my dad wrote her name at the bottom of the obituary, basically begging me to call her. I just want some info on her.” You pull up the obituary on your phone and look over her name.

“Okay,” Kate rolls off the bed with a thud and finds her way to her computer, booting it up, “Gimme her name.

“Agatha Harkness.” you reluctantly informed.

Kate squints at her computer, the darkness of her room being solely illuminated by her computer’s bright blue light strained her eyes, “I feel like I’ve heard that name before…was she like Wanda’s opposite?”

“I’m not sure; I never really knew my father. My mom broke the bond and booted her out while taking full custody of me.” You sorrowfully said, “I wish my dad had me instead; maybe I would have turned out better, maybe not have this stupid mental block.”

“It’s okay to be angry about it. I know what it’s like to have a parental problem, and I’m here if you want to discuss it more. But don’t be afraid to reach out to your mates, Y/N; they are there for you, always.”

“I know…I’m still afraid somehow, and I don’t know how to ask or reach out to them. I’d hate to bother them while they sleep, maybe tomorrow…or the next day, or the next?” You were quickly retreating into your shell again.

“Noooo, they won’t mind you, Y/N/N. In fact, I guarantee they are wishing how their precious Omega was in bed, snuggling with them until they fell asleep.”

“How can you be so sure?” 

“Believe me, Alphas only want their mates once they find them, always wanting their Omegas right next to them. I highly doubt they’d roll their eyes at you this late at night.”

“If you say so….” 

“Not right now; I’m not tired.” You groaned.

“It’s 1:30 in the morning. You need the sleep!” “I’m good, and I already tried; it’s just so uncomfortable. Well, I mean, everything here is top-notch and great for sleeping and all, but I can’t sleep, ya know?”

“What have I told you about consuming caffeine hours before bed?” Kate asks seriously, her brows raised in both disappointment and frustration.

“Don’t.” you answered, “I haven’t even had coffee or anything like all day. Been too busy stressing out over my parents.” You wish you had some coffee in hand right about now, you could be doing some art to distract yourself, but you didn’t bring your tablet.

“Good, ‘cause you need sleeps!”

“But I can’t. I’m tossing and turning. Not even Wanda’s hoodie or any of their old clothes surrounding me is doing fuck-all!”

Kate simply smiles with a hint of mischief sparkling in her light brown eyes, “Oh? You have their clothes around you? Awww, you made a makeshift nest!”

“Wha-”

“Listen, you have had a rough day…why don’t you go cuddle with them? Ya know, a cute little cuddle puddle?”

“Tempting, Kate, but I- I’ll fall asleep here in a few minutes,” you let out a fake but somewhat convincing yawn, “Oh! Did ya hear that? I think it’s time for bed.”

“Do what you will, Y/N,” Kate yawns loudly, alarming Yelena, who is a light sleeper, “You’ll find yourself at their bedroom door without even thinking.”

“Kate. Bed. Now,” Yelena growls lowly in her open ear.

“Okay, I’ll be there in a jiffy! I hope you sleep well, regardless if you sleep with your mates or not; okay, bye!” Kate hangs up.

—

This is hopeless. Your bedroom has turned into an uncomfortable and uninhabitable sleeping space. Your body is restless, and you’re not sure why. The room was cold, but your bed and pillows felt too warm; hell, you swear you felt sweat form around your neck. You look at your phone’s clock to see it is nearing the devil’s hour, 3:00 a.m.

“I can’t take this anymore!” you yelled into your pillow, “I fucking hate it when Kate is right; she’s right about everything!” The scents imbued into the oversized clothes around were faint at best and not enough to soothe you to sleep. Were these clothes washed before you arrived, or were they lightly worn?

Annoyed, you leap out of bed and storm out of your temporary bedroom two doors down to Wanda and Natasha’s room, “I can’t believe I’m doing this…. Just this once, and then I’ll steal some of their favorite shirts and hoodies- oh, oh, holy shit.”

A realization dawned on you: as Kate prophesied, you subconsciously needed them.

“Nuh uh, no. I’m going back to bed.” You boldly said to yourself, unaware of the door opening and the hunk leaning against the doorframe.

“Hey, baby girl,” Natasha licks her lips, “Can’t sleep? Us either.”

Slowly, you turned around to face Natasha but could not look her in the eye. You swallow your creeping anxiety when you smell her tropical scent mixed with Wanda’s. They must have been cuddling one another in a vain attempt to fall asleep.

“No,” you pouted. You had other words you wanted to say, but they refused to leave your tongue.

“You’re adorable when you pout,” Nat smirks, “It’s a good look on you.”

You blushed at her compliment, “I made a nest, but it’s not doing anything for me - can’t get comfortable. I don’t wanna bother you and Wanda-”

“Yes,” she knew exactly what you were going to ask, “You can sleep with us!”

“Wha- I was gonna, this is embarrassing, steal some more hoodies and bring them back to my nest like a goblin filling up their hoard.”

“Oh,” Nat slumped her shoulders defeatedly, sad you won’t be filling the space between her and Wanda tonight, “Okay.”

Natasha sounded so eager to have you take residence in her king-sized bed, to hold you and cuddle with you for the first time, but it might just have to wait. Your Alpha stands straight up and is about to walk back into her shared bedroom to grab unwashed hoodies when you change your mind.

Your heart panged when her voice dropped to a murmur. It wasn’t your intention to hurt her feelings like that. Truth be told, the nest you made you more restless than you were without it. Their scents weren’t enough - you also required the warmth, can’t have one without the other, at least tonight, anyway.

“Natasha, wait!” you stopped her dead in her tracks.

Your Alpha quickly turns around, “Yes, my Omega?”

“I wouldn’t mind…sleeping with you and Wanda tonight. Ever since Wanda saved and comforted me through my drop, I realize I need you,” you confessed.

Your Alpha lights up like the pale moonlight shining through the window but much brighter, “Really?!” She’s as happy as a puppy dog. Natasha gently grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside the bedroom, happily announcing to your other Alpha, “Look who’s joining us, Wands!”

Wanda looks up into the barely lit hallway to see your silhouette next to the towering assassin; she grins and laughs gleefully, “Yay!” Wanda pulls the center part of the blanket down and pats the empty space next to her, inviting you to snuggle and fall asleep between the two Alphas, “I’m happy you’re here, detka!”

Natasha presses a kiss to the top of your forehead and then lowers her head to your ears, “C’mon, my sweet, pretty girl, don’t be scared; we don’t bite, I mean, unless you want us to.”

You hop into bed with a push from Natasha and pull the covers over you after Wanda lays on her side and places her head on your chest. Natasha goes to the right side of the bed and does the same thing, except now her ear is directly above your heartbeat. Nat purrs at the sound and scents you after a few seconds, with Wanda soon following. Their combined warmth quickly breaks down your restlessness, gracing you with the blessing of drowsiness for the first time tonight.

“You both are so incredibly warm,” you praised, “But also never felt so comfy before.”

They were holding you like they were protecting you. “Better than being by yourself in a nest, huh?” Wanda nibbles your neck near the scent gland, which elicits a sharp breath from you.

“I can’t even imagine being alone anymore, can you, Wanda?” Nat closes her eyes while enjoying your heart fluttering at the praise.

“I can’t,” Wanda coos, “I feel complete now that you’re in our bed, my Omega.”

“I agree! She’s like…a teddy bear, an adorable and lovable one at that.”

“You two are so sweet! I feel safe in here…I’ve…never felt safe before until now,” you confessed, “Now I know for sure that I’ll have people have my back when I visit my father here in a few days.”

Natasha props herself up with the arm beneath her, brows furrowing, “Visiting Agatha so soon?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, malysh? ‘Cause, she was a real troublemaker for us a few years back, and I don’t want her to double-cross and hurt you as your mother did.” Wanda voices her concerns about this upcoming encounter.

“I’m having Kate locate her in case she wants to start some shit. I don’t know what my dad is like beside your bouts with her.”

“Well, we can tell you the full story tomorrow when we wake up and have breakfast,” Natasha lays back down on your chest, “For now, I wanna cuddle my precious mate and sleep.”

“Me too,” Wanda adds, “I enjoy your company in our room, my love.”

“Aww, I love you two, too!” you kiss both their foreheads, closing your eyes as the drowsiness pulls you under.

“You love us!” Natasha squeals with delight.

“Wonderful!” Wanda peppers you with kisses, “Love you so much!”

Kate managed to escape Yelena’s grasp and hop back onto her laptop to research Agatha’s possible whereabouts. She found a hint after one Google search, a witchy shop in New Jersey in a small, unassuming town known as Westview.

In your dreams

“Your Alpha will never love you.” Josephine mocked, “Look at how I turned out; your dad thought so low of me that she broke the bond between us and left. That’s what’s probably gonna happen with you.”

You broke the bond and threw her away.

“I loved you so much I ensured you would be safe from her.”

You hate me. I would have been safer with her.

“I didn’t expect you to turn out so much like her; it disgusts me. Wish you were more like me instead of that traitor.”

I’m glad I did; she gave me good genetics. I only got the slightly okay stuff out of you. Thank fuck I didn’t inherit your dead grey eyes.

“I can barely look at you without wanting to vomit.”

Drink your whiskey and pass out already.

“One part of me really wants you to get hurt by an Alpha so you can see how I suffered!” Josephine took a swig of her whiskey, slamming the bottom of it onto the rickety table.

Always so cruel.

“Respond to me, damn you!”

I used to love you, mother.

“Little bitch, you know better than to stare off and ignore me!”

I can’t help but believe what you say about Alphas.

“I will make you speak; YOU WILL ANSWER TO ME!”

Deep down, there’s a sliver of hope that tells me everything you say is wrong.

Josephine delivers a quick but firm slap across Y/N’s face. She never gets physical.

I want you to be wrong so bad. With everything you have told me all my life, you have instilled this fear of Alphas into me.

“I wish you were never born,” she said calmly, a simmering fury barely contained behind pursed lips.

I wished you would have loved me.

“Maybe I could have been happy with my Alpha.”

Now…I’m not sure I’ll ever feel loved by a living soul.

Y/N had already packed up her belongings, at least what little she had, and thrown all her stuff in her car. Now, all she had to do was wait until she was free.

Josephine passed out drunk, and Y/N had urgently sneaked into her car, speeding away into the night, never to see her mother again in her life.

—

It is 7:30 in the morning, and clouds cover the rising morning sun making the sky become cornflower blue instead of a mixture of radiant rose pink, gold, and the signature color of the night. Wanda had begrudgingly torn herself away from you to make breakfast for you and the remaining crew. You, however, clung tight to Natasha as if you would lose her somehow while you slept. Your head nestled in the crook of her neck, and your arm wrapped around her waist - a small smile formed on Natasha’s lips as she lay awake. Writhing in their hold all night, they, in turn, held you close in case your body began to move sporadically or accidentally hit them.

Nat looks down at you, and her smile widens, “So beautiful, even in the morning.” Natasha kisses your hairline and whispers, “Love you so much, ‘mega.”

Barely awake, you grunt tiredly in response and resume your sleep. Your Alpha chuckles happily, “Okay, you may rest a little longer, sweet pea…but when Wanda calls us for breakfast, I don’t want to drag you down there.”

“Mmph.”

“Adorable.”

Only a few people are within the compound; most have moved out since the big world-ending threat was vanquished a few years ago. There was Pietro, Wanda, and Natasha left; others would visit to check up on sensitive info. Yesterday, Wanda and Pietro accompanied Steve and Bucky on an observation mission while you were with Natasha. Tony had stopped by a bit ago to check up on the tech and some shipments. The medical wing had doctors treating some of the lesser superheroes. Once in a while, Yelena and Kate would take residence here and annoy Natasha to near death. Undoubtedly, they would stop by and see how you like it here.

You would not be here for much longer, as you would call your dad for the first time in years and probably meet her shortly after.

Wanda quietly opens the bedroom door and slides inside to see you and her Alpha cuddling, “You’re both so cute together,” she grins, “Breakfast is ready!”

Nat stretches her legs and slowly removes you from her body; much to your dismay, “We’ll be right down, Wanda. I gotta convince her to get up first.” The more she moved, the more you whined.

Wanda’s heart swells with happiness at your unconscious clinginess to her other Alpha, “Didn’t expect her to be like this so soon!” she laughs. The witch walks over to her bed and crawls toward you, “Time to get up, ‘mega.” she nudges your shoulder.

“Noooo.”

Wanda uses her magic to pull open the curtains to let some natural light shine on your face, “Time to eat, detka.”

“Just five more minutes!” 

Natasha simply pries your arms off her and leaves the comfort of the bed she shared with you, leaving you suddenly cold and upset at the lack of contact, “C’mon, babe, Wanda makes the best breakfast!” 

You wouldn’t move until you felt your stomach rumble, “Fine,” you drawled.

Slowly but surely, you got up and followed your Alphas downstairs and into the dining room, where a plate of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a buttered English muffin awaited you. Wanda had taken note of the coffee you liked and brewed you a cup. As you began more awake, many thoughts resurfaced, ‘Where is my father?’ ‘Where are my mom’s ashes?’ ‘I’m surprised my father remembered me after all this time.’ ‘Wanda is adorable when she smiles.’ ‘But for real, where did my father go off to?’

Today was the day you would call your father, Agatha, and see about meeting up with her sometime soon.  For now, you would spend the morning with your Alphas and get to know them even more. You hardly knew anything about the Alphas you are mated to, nor did they know much about you. A part of you did not want to open up to them. Sure, you said you loved them last night, but saying you love someone and them saying it back does not cure the pain you’ve endured, and there was a lot to overcome before you could trust them with everything about you. For now, they’ll know the little things.

“So,” Natasha starts, “What sort of things do you draw? Wanda told me you drew.”

“Yeah,” you scratched your head nervously, “I mostly do what my fans and other patrons pay me to do… except like explicit stuff, that ain’t my thing.”

“Oh, very nice! How long do they usually take you?” You had Natasha’s full attention as her eyes never left your face.

You are quite happy someone in your life, besides Wanda, who asked you similar questions back at your house, cares about what you do for a living and as a hobby.

“It honestly depends, usually more than two weeks…I dunno, like it depends on what they want me to draw.” You explained simply.

Wanda returned from the sink, cleaning her plate and silverware, “She’s really good at what she does; she showed me a few on her tablet!”

You blushed madly at the praise from your Alpha, “You’re so sweet.”

You found out quite a few things from your mates over the course of a few hours. You learned Natasha spends much time practicing martial arts, yoga, and building stuff. She recently built a shed filled with gardening tools, a lawnmower, and two toolboxes. Nat has also made improvements around the compound in an effort to make it more homely rather than a bleak gray fortress. Wanda loves playing board games with her brother, reading, and gardening when her plants are in-season. She mostly plants flowers and occasionally some veggies she likes.

After spending the day with your Alphas and grabbing dinner at a local diner, you figured calling your father might be a good idea now while it’s still light out.

“When we get back to the compound, I think it’s time I-” you swallowed, “You know….”

Wanda and Natasha nod, agreeing, “Need some time to yourself?” Wanda asks.

“Yeah,” you said, “It’s time I call Agatha - I’m so nervous about what might go wrong.”

Wanda suddenly holds your hand and squeezes tightly, then kisses your middle knuckle, “It’ll be okay, Y/N. We are here for you and will help in any way we can, okay, detka?”

“We love you, Omega.” Natasha kisses your cheek, which makes you blush.

“Thank you, truly.” You get off the couch and head back upstairs to your bedroom, where you hesitantly pull out your phone and search up Josephine’s obituary, scrolling down to the bottom to find Agatha’s number.

You hesitantly type in her number, and before you can press the call button, you find yourself unable to do it. Only sitting and staring blankly at your phone screen with your thumb hovering over the button, “I should do this tomorrow.” You said aloud, anxiety consuming every thought that came to mind, “But I know I don’t want to, but I should…get this done,” You sighed heavily, “Here goes….”

You grimace as you press the call button and hold your cell phone up to your right ear, waiting for Agatha to respond. It rang once before being immediately picked up by the other end, where a tired, middle-aged woman answered with a yawn, “Harkness House, Agatha speaking,” Agatha, your father, responded.

“Hi…um, this is gonna sound really strange, but…uh, I’m Y/N; I saw your message on my mom’s obituary and-”

“My daughter?!” She sounded confused yet delighted, laughing quietly on the other end, “You’re alive after all this time?”

“Yeah,” you meekly replied, “I was a bit shocked, to be honest, to learn what happened to my mother.”

“Me too, at the same time, though- I wasn’t. I was more worried about you all these years than my ex-Omega…how have you been since you ran away?” Agatha’s voice was full of a certain kind of sadness, a type where her heart had been lightly bleeding since the day her precious daughter was taken from her. Agatha had always been worrying about you since she was booted out.

“I’m okay; I’ve made a career out of drawing and painting - I’ve made enough to live independently and have some left over for personal stuff. I met a few friends and found my mates, who I’m still trying to understand.”

“Aww,” Agatha cooed, happy to hear everything was going well for her daughter after her escape, “I’m glad you made it out okay…what don’t you understand about your mates, dearie?”

“Everything.” you answered with a groan, “Josephine was…quite negative towards Alphas all my life, and now that I’m with two of them, I dunno what to make of it all. It’s all so much to take in after so many years of her. ”

“Take your time! Don’t force yourself to accept them just to make them happy, do it for your happiness.”

“I kinda already told them I love them…though I can’t help but feel conflicted about saying it like I meant it, also like-”

“You’re scared. It’s okay to be scared, hon. Love takes time; it could have been a spur-of-the-moment thing it could not have. They want to protect you - that’s all they want to do, Y/N; it’s in their nature to protect their Omega and nurture you- within your boundaries.”

You two talked for hours and had much in common, much to your surprise. At one point, you asked if you could visit her and when she was about to respond, a child had come up to her and begged for a snack, “Okay, dearie, one second, momma is talking to someone special!”

She had another kid? That means she probably found a new mate. Good to hear!

“You have another family?” you inquired.

“Indeed, I do. A while after I was booted out, like two years after, I found my new mate, Veronica. We had a few pups together. Our family, at least for me, wasn’t complete until I found you. I’d love to have you meet everyone!”

How about that? You have the grandest opportunity of having a family! Surely, Wanda and Natasha were technically a part of your family, but you needed this first and foremost to move forward with them into the future. They knew you needed this before they could get too comfortable with you.

“Yeah, that would be great!” you exclaimed, “When would be a good day?”

It’s been three days since that call, and you are preparing to head to your dad’s house; your bags are nearly packed for the few-day stay. You expect to stay over for at least five nights, depending on how it goes. Your Alphas fully support you but are quite concerned due to their history with your father and insisted they accompany you inside your father’s home, but you denied them and said this trip was personal business. It’s true; your mind needs closure to move forward in your relationship with Wanda and Natasha. You want to pour your love on them, hell, flood them with affection, yet you can’t; this bothers you so much it affects your dreams.

You still can’t quite believe it - Agatha had a whole family, and all the while, you were trapped with your so-called mother. If you were honest with yourself, having your father go on to have a happy life without you stung a lot. Couldn’t Agatha have pursued legal action against Josephine? You weren’t quite sure how the law worked with pups like you back in the day, but Agatha never came up to the door to take you home - your true home with her. You could have been loved all your life and grown up happier and unafraid of your two Alphas. She can’t be blamed, though; laws favor the Omega parent more than the Alpha parent.

Anxiety flowed through you like a roaring river, and you did your best to keep your head above the water. Throughout the day, as you were packing, you found yourself drifting to Wanda and Natasha for ease of comfort. In fact, at times, you would be snuggling them more than actually packing, and it was strange now that you started actively thinking about it. It was like every thought was clearer and straightforward instead of muddled and erratic like electricity. So that’s why you brought Wanda with you into your room so that you could focus on packing…until you realized how bad of an idea it was as she kept grabbing your attention. Eventually, you got packed. Natasha had also slipped inside your room while you zipped up your suitcase and backpack.

“Alright, I’m finished,” you said, zipping up your suitcase, “Feeling a bit hungry, what’s for dinner?”

Wanda and Natasha quizically looked at one another and made a series of facial expressions as if they were conversing without saying a word. Strange. Wanda turns back to you and says, “We might know a place you might really enjoy; it’s a diner where Nat and I went on our first date together…would you like to go?”

You giggled for a moment, “Is this your way of asking me out?”

Natasha grins and grabs Wanda’s knee, which makes its way up her thigh, “Yeah, we’d love to take you out, Omega. You know, since you’ll be gone for about a week.”

“I’m down! No funny business, you two!”

—

You remember this diner quite well - Yelena took you to meet up with Kate after one of your art contests. It is a 50’s themed diner with black-and-white checkered flooring, red booths, tacky metal chairs, and pop art displayed everywhere on the plain white walls. There was a bar of sorts filled to the brim with alcohol and the kitchen directly behind it. This place causes nostalgia of that day, the day when you broke out of your hermit shell and decided to give Yelena and Kate a chance to be your friends…you’re glad you did.

You were exhausted from attending the art contest, and Yelena already had plans with Kate at the diner but decided it would be fun to have you along to get to know you better.

“Sooo, where do you wanna go, Y/N?” Yelena inquired as she drove down the busy streets of the never-resting city of New York.

You looked out the window exhaustedly; your heavy eyelids threatened to close after such an eventful yet dull evening, “Ngh, I’m craving fried food…let’s go to our usual place.” you yawned as you finished.

“Tired of people, eh?” Yelena lowered her voice, trying not to irritate you.

“Yes…can we get the booth towards the back?”

“For sure, for sure. What’s next for my friend, Y/N?” Yelena immediately pauses, thinking about what she said, “Nevermind, you’re tired out of your mind to even think about it…sorry!” she laughed.

As Yelena pulls into the diner, she quickly mutters, ‘I hope Kate is wearing that sexy purple dress I bought her a few months ago,’  before pulling into the quaint little lot, unbuckling herself after parking her beaten-up pickup truck.

You unbuckle and leave the white truck, your dress swaying in the breeze while you walk towards the slightly run-down diner, lagging behind Yelena. Yelena’s scent hits you in small amounts; gooseberries, floral, almost grassy, too: no wonder Kate loses her mind when around Yelena. You wonder what your scent would do to your Alpha…would it drive them crazy, would they be all primal and protective of their precious Omega, or would it make them horny? Who knows? 

As you and Yelena enter, you spot someone sitting at the back booth. Someone with long wavy brown hair and a purple dress adorned by a gold necklace. Upon seeing her light brown skin, you recognize this woman as Kate, who is waving aggressively, beckoning you two to sit down with her. Kate's bright smile lights up the whole diner; ‘Yelena got lucky with her mate,’ you thought.

Yelena grins like a fool and eagerly glides through the checkered floor with great pride. You, again, lag behind. Kate has already ordered you and Yelena your usual food and drink, which are still hot. Kate scoots towards the farther end of the booth, letting her Alpha sit next to her, and bounces excitedly in her seat. The other Omega in your group chows down on her cheeseburger, ignoring you and Yelena for a few minutes. The Alpha sips her water while you absentmindedly eat some fries. You appear downcast and quieter than usual, not bothering to start conversing with your trusted friends. 

Usually, you would be going berserk over this diner’s fries, but you were not feeling it today. Yelena quickly notices your unusual behavior and points out, “Something wrong, Y/N?”

“Just a little, Lena…hmm, I feel…empty. Weird.” you shrugged it off, resuming your consumption of crinkle fries.

Kate nearly chokes on her Coke, almost spitting it out and giggling, “Oh, really?” Kate’s impish smile deepens.

“Yeah,” you said, “Is that a normal thing? I mean, my life is great, you know? Don’t gotta worry about paying bills, and I have some spending money, but I can’t shake the feeling that…I’m missing something.”

Kate looks down at her plate sorrowfully. Your Omega friend has undergone similar feelings before meeting Yelena, “I felt that way before meeting Yelena…maybe it’s a sign!”

You winced, “Nah…there’s no way a sign of depression could lead to true love, fairytale stuff, I tell ya.”

“I dunno, man…anything could happen in just a few days, you could find your Alpha, or you won’t. Tomorrow I’ll take you out somewhere nice, and we could, if you want, try to find your mate?” Kate suggests. She has your best interests in mind, but she can be a bit eager for you to find your one true love…or two.

“I don’t know, Kate…I- I have a commission to work on and-”

“Y/N. Your special someone could be there tomorrow…you never know if you don’t go.” Yelena had cut you off.

“Well, I’m just scared of finding my Alpha and what they’ll do to me. I’d rather not pursue an Alpha…like ever; let’s talk about something else, yeah?” you quickly drank your drink and shifted your eyes to the pop art.

Kate shrugged and offered a smile of reassurance, “Okay, another time then. How was the art contest?”

You paused your rapid, nearly feral consumption of overly salty fries, “Good, I got second place - got a decent cash prize at least, so I’m happy!”

“Oh, jolly good!” Kate wiped her mouth with a napkin, “I’m glad your art is getting you places!”

—

This turned out to be one of the best nights of your life, the first best being the day you escaped Josephine's house of horror. You and your mates got to know each other on a much more personal level than before, and you felt connected to them, albeit still unable to move past the mental block of not only reuniting with your father after so many years but also getting much-needed closure about everything in the years Agatha was gone. There was just…something deep within you that was irking you like a fly: what if this goes south? What if you can’t establish a relationship with Agatha and her family? Would things be too much to try and become a family with your half-siblings so late in your existence? Possibly. They are already a family; you would be suddenly dropping into their lives just to meet their dad, who was also biologically yours.

You brought up your conflicting and worrisome thoughts to your Alphas.

“It’s never too late, malyshka…though it might be difficult to adjust.”

“No matter what, our love, you will always be a part of our families. You will have Kate, Yelena, Pietro, and us as your family.” Natasha reassures.

“I know,” you pause as Wanda turns right, “I can’t help but dread what’s gonna happen, you know? What if Agatha and her family rejected me and threw me away, pretending I never existed? I’d fall apart into nearly nothing.”

Natasha, who is sitting in the back seat with you, replies, “We’d be there to help you stand back up, my love.”

“Again, you have us as family,” Wanda smiles, “You can always rely on us to have your back when times get tough; that is what family is for.”

You three arrive at the compound five minutes later and head upstairs into Wanda and Natasha’s bedroom, and you immediately strip out of your clothes and steal yet another one of Wanda’s hoodies, not bothering to put anything else on. The Alphas were quite pleased to see your figure, actually…more than pleased, you could say. You only wore Wanda’s hoodie and your undergarments to bed. Slipping into the middle, the two followed after equipping their pajamas and held you in their arms.

—

Here you are, a few blocks away from your father’s house, where you hope to find all the closure you need. You had decided to tackle this alone without your Alphas, but you had their numbers in case you needed to be comforted or saved in case Agatha reverted to her old ways. Natasha had tossed you the keys to her 2022 Black Corvette for you to drive; it was a smooth and cozy car.

You were feeling all sorts of things: anxiety, anger, sadness, and the tiniest glimmer of joy. All the answers to your burning questions were inside the faint yellow and blue house you were approaching. As you parked on the left side of the street where her house was, you spotted Agatha walking out of her home with a smaller woman leaning on the doorway, looking at your car.

Agatha, in turn, spots you and smiles warmly and waves.

You get out of your car and lock it before walking up to your father, unsure of what to say, “Hey.”

“You’ve surely grown, dearie.” Agatha gestures to the front door, “Come in; tea’s almost ready!”

The home looks like it's from the 80s - rustic furniture and a lot of browns, but it has the aura of coziness that keeps everyone happy. The house, upon entering, had the scent of sage and other herbs wafting about the dim white living room.

“Veronica, this is my other daughter, Y/N. Y/N, my Omega, Veronica.” Agatha introduces.

“Hi,” Veronica was a pale, skinny woman with dark brown hair in her 50’s, “Agatha has been dying to meet you again.”

“So I have heard.”

“You don’t have to worry about our pups until later; they’re out with Veronica’s family for the afternoon,�� Agatha explains, “Would you like some tea? It’s gonna be a long talk, I can tell.”

Indeed it will be; Agatha terrorized a town three years ago looking for you, though that statement may have been false. You were still stuck with your mom back in your hometown then. Was Agatha attacking that town for a different reason? What business did she have with it; who knows? After all, Agatha was a supervillain to the Avengers and had tussled with them before. If anything goes wrong, they have your number and location - also, Pietro could come and speed you out.

“I’ll have some; thank you. Where do we begin?” you asked, “What happened to Josephine, and why did things go wrong?”

Agatha looks downcast and nudges Veronica to leave the room and grab the tea, “ She was the perfect Omega when we first met, so sweet, loving, and a goofy soul. Josey became rude, strangely toxic, and extremely paranoid as time progressed. I never knew why or how such a caring soul became…so terrible. In all my lonely 200 years of living, that was one of only a few things to have broken my heart, especially when she broke the bond and took me away from you. Everything was smooth riding until it just took a sharp turn and went down to hell; I truly don’t know what happened with her.”

The 200-year age was not a surprise to you; you knew she was a witch from way back when. It’s a bit sad that nobody knows why Josephine became what she was; she must have put on a mask to fool Agatha into thinking she was a normal person instead of the toxic monster she was. 

“Damn.” You felt relief wash over you, “Where have you been, and what have you been doing…besides this?”

Agatha is consumed with thinking, “Well, I won’t lie, I reverted back to my old ways and hurt many people,” she said so casually, “I managed to open up a psychic/crystal shop downtown-”

“Did you try to get me back?” you spoke with a hint of harshness and worry, “Like did you-”

“There wasn’t much I could do, dearie. Believe me, I tried everything! The law favored Josey because she was an Omega and acted as the perfect mom in front of them, blaming me for being a bad dad, so I was not allowed to see you.”

Veronica places the tea cups on the table in front of you and Agatha and quietly announces that she will be upstairs to give you both privacy.

“She put a restraining order on me.” Agatha started, mindlessly stirring her spoon in the tea, “That’s when I could no longer visit you, let alone ever see you again. She gained full custody without a fight in the court, all because she was your mother.”

You took in a deep breath, now fully taking in the heaviness of this upcoming talk; this would not be smooth sailing for anyone - a storm of emotion was quickly approaching, threatening to tear down all the walls you constructed in your mind. Your emotions would begin to spill out into the world for Agatha to see and, soon enough, Wanda and Natasha.

“She hurt me.” Your eyes bore into the floor, desperately trying not to show anything, “She ruined so many things for me…I can’t even love, let alone trust them like, hardly at all. Her words haunt me, Agatha, and I can’t get them out of my head.”

Agatha frowns, nodding in understanding, and you continue, “I know they want to protect me and love me, but I just can’t.”

“I’m afraid all those years of her abuse will forever be with you; tell me, who are your mates? I’d love to meet them.” Agatha smiled slightly, offering a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You smirked at her words but found yourself conflicted - she has fought them before, and from what you have heard from Wanda on your date night, Agatha hates them, “Well, I, uh, well, their names are-”

Agatha crooks a brow and her lips purse, “Take your time, hon.”

“Wanda and Natasha.” You blurt.

Agatha’s face immediately drops, and a scowl replaces her warm, loving smile at the mention of the names of her enemies being her daughter’s mates, “Oh.” Then she becomes silent and pensive momentarily, ignoring anything you say.

Her enemies are your mates, your new beginning, your source of future happiness, your refuge when you were having nightmares of Josephine, and your family, whether she liked it or not. Agatha knew she would push you away if she could not accept your mates as a part of her extended family, but it was a lot to take in all at once. It was impossible for Agatha to ever treat Wanda and Natasha like loved ones; she would tolerate them at best…unless she could convince you they were not for you.

“I don’t think they will be good for you, sweetie,” Agatha said at last.

“Don’t.” you snapped, “I know how you feel about them, don’t try to tear me away from them.”

“Honey.”

“No. I’m here for answers about my mother, not your opinions on my mates. I know the shit you’ve done to those people in Massachusetts. You may be my dad, but that doesn’t mean you have earned my trust.” You have been waiting to say that since you learned about it. Some part of you was eager to hold her accountable for it, especially since she tried to persuade you to break the bond between you three. That also did not help with building a parent-child relationship; in fact, it made it worse.

“Fine, another time then,” Agatha huffed, “This talk isn’t over.”

“It is over; I’m not leaving my mates just so you can be happy.”

This was going to be quite the experience and the challenge indeed. Getting past your father’s ego is quite…troublesome.

It had been a long hour since you arrived to talk with Agatha. The atmosphere had become increasingly tense as the conversation shifted and emotions started to boil. Your words silenced Agatha, prompting her to give you a tour of the house to ease the tension. However, her tone remained flat, tinged with anger and disgust, leaving an unpleasant feeling lingering in the air. The father figure you had been eager to meet had turned out to be less accepting due to your relationship with her enemies. Seeing a potential parent-child connection begin to wither away before it could blossom was disheartening. A pit began forming in your stomach at the incoming loss. Nevertheless, you needed answers for everything about the past, so you pressed on anyway.

As Agatha guided you through the house, a sense of longing washed over you. You couldn't help but miss the touch, protectiveness, and warmth of your mates. It was a shocking revelation that even the simplest gestures of intimacy and comfort had become something you would miss so badly. You could never have imagined missing such closeness in the past, but now, its absence created an ache in your heart.

Eventually, Agatha led you to the back porch and invited you to join her. Seemingly out of nowhere, she remarked, "The family life is honestly great, you know? I'd really like to have you stay here for a while."

"I would, but..." you began but were interrupted by your father’s impatience.

"Let me guess... you'd rather live with your mates, huh?" Agatha's words dripped with venom.

"I've been hesitant to move in with them because I've only known them for a short time," you confessed, nervously scratching your neck.

Agatha's response could have been more supportive. "I don't think moving in with them would be a good idea. I mean, come on, they're a bunch of superpowered freaks, especially—"

"THEY'RE NOT FREAKS!" Your voice erupted, anger and desperation echoing through the air.

"Don't yell at your father," Agatha growled, her words laced with animosity. "How are they any better than dear old me?"

"They save people, Agatha. Wanda, Natasha, and Pietro help their community in ways others can't. You took lives for no fucking reason other than for sport." Your voice quivered with emotion.

"They've also caused harm," Agatha countered.

"But you did it with malice while they didn't," you retorted.

"That doesn't make them innocent," Agatha sneered.

Enough was enough. "You know what? I'm done." Rising from your chair, you forcefully pushed it back into place. "I thought you would accept the person I've chosen to be with."

"Then go ahead and leave, cry like a baby to them, just like the little bitch you are. They'll eventually abandon you, and then you'll come crawling back to dear old Dad," Agatha taunted, smirking.

Agatha's words mirrored the hurtful comments Josephine had subjected you to your whole life. Shocked, you stammered, "I... I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"You heard me. If you're going to be mated to my enemy, you're no longer my child. You've crossed a boundary I can't accept," Agatha declared, her voice becoming dangerously low,

"I'm not going to reject them for anyone. They love me. Aren't you supposed to love me as my father, no matter who I love?" your voice cracked with a mix of sadness and defiance.

"Not when they're part of the Avengers," Agatha replied disdainfully.

"You can't control who I choose as my mates. Nature decided that I am meant to be with Wanda and Natasha for life, Agatha," you asserted.

Agatha huffed, her eyes dilating, "Well, nature paired me up with a toxic cunt who threw me away!”

"I'm sorry everything went horribly wrong for you, Agatha, but that doesn't give you the right to tear me away from my happiness,” you shouted.

"I'm trying to save you," Agatha pleaded, her voice strained.

"No, you're not!" you exclaimed, the pain of rejection burning through your veins. "You're trying to control me. You don’t love me; you just want me to become something I’m not!”

"I will not associate with someone who chooses to be mated to the so-called 'world's mightiest heroes.' Do not return here until you've come to your senses," Agatha declared with finality.

A profound sadness settled within your soul, followed by a sudden wave of relief that felt like tears cascading down your face. "Fuck you! You're casting me aside like my mom did to you, right?"

At that moment, as your words hung in the air, laden with resentment and heartache, a connection that had once held promise crumbled before your eyes.

The best and only choice now is to simply walk away without looking back once at the sad excuse of a Father.

So, you did just that, walked through the living room and shambled to your Corvette. You scrambled for your keys in your hoodie pocket, immediately started your car, raced down the road, and decided to head for your apartment subconsciously. A part of you did not want Wanda and Natasha to drop everything they were doing to take care of a crybaby mate at a moment’s notice. Getting back to a familiar environment would be best to calm you down.

—

You had been crying and sniffling the whole trip to New York City but were aware of the road. The entire time, you pushed Wanda and Natasha out of your mind, only thinking of home, your home, the one you bought. Your apartment was only a few blocks away, and you would be safe and comfortable; that’s right, you were hiding back in your shell. Everything was overwhelming, the feelings writhing deep within, the tainted memories of Josephine, and the harsh negativity Agatha spewed caused you such pain and heartache you craved to be wrapped up in your blankets, binge-watching Youtube videos. It was the number-one go-to for comfort. You did miss your mates, yet you missed your apartment and all your drawing stuff. You weren’t going to be here too long, though. There was something you had to do first.

You exit your car and head inside through the lobby and to the elevator, where you press the seventh-floor button. The door closes and begins moving upwards, that is, until it stops on the fourth floor, and a familiar brunette steps in; Kate.

Kate instantly notices your disheveled hair, red, puffy eyes, and overall dirty look; crumbs from a muffin clung to your hoodie, and a large coffee stain near the head hole. She looks you up and down, “You look like hell, Y/N…what the hell happened? Is everything okay?”

“No,” your voice was weak from all the crying, the betrayal of the last remaining member of your family hurt like a bullet, “I- I need a nap,” you cried, “I want to shrivel up and die, Kate, I hate everything, Katie.”

Kate frowns and pulls you in for a tight hug, “It’s okay,” her hug was quite lovely, but it’d be even better to have Wanda hugging you instead, “Everything is going to be alright.”

“My dad threw me away! All because she hates Wanda and Natasha, and now she hates me too!” your muffled cry breaks Kate’s heart.

Just then, the elevator stopped at your floor, and Kate took your hand in hers, leading you back to your place. Meanwhile, Kate is texting Yelena about what happened, informing her she might be late for dinner. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Kate let go of your hand and let you wander where you liked, “Do you need anything, maybe some coffee or something to eat?”

You had shambled to your couch and plopped down carelessly on it, half-laying down and half-sitting, “Mmmph, I only had a muffin that Wanda packed for me; that’s all I had in the past day. I’m not really in the mood to eat, to be honest,” you sighed into the couch’s pillow, “Everything sucks, Kate.”

“I can’t imagine what you’re feeling, Y/N,” Kate looks downcast, then gets lost in thought for a moment, contemplating what she could do to help, “Do you- would you like me to call Natasha?” she asked quietly.

“Yeah….” you respond with a whisper and a sniffle.

“Okay, okay.” Kate smiles. She’s smiling at your progress. You originally never asked for help from anybody, you were the ‘I need no help because I can do it myself’ kind of woman after being helpless for so long, and now you are openly asking for help in dealing with this tidal wave of negativity crashing upon your patchworked heart, “I’ll be right back, I urge you to drink some water, though.”

“Okay…fineeee,” you drawled as you headed for the fridge.

—

Natasha did not hesitate to bolt out the door and drag a befuddled Wanda directly behind. Wanda had only been told, ‘Y/N fled,’ and could not process the two words until they were racing to your apartment in the car. Natasha’s heart was pounding in her chest, and Wanda’s anxiety was shooting through the roof like a bottle rocket.

“Natasha, what happened to our girl? Is she safe?” Wanda’s doe eyes widened.

“Things did not go well at Agatha’s house, and she fled to her apartment in NYC. She’s quite upset from what Kate told me.” Natasha explained, too focused on the road to tell Wanda all the details.

“Oh no,” Wanda drawled, pouting, “Our poor girl, I had a feeling that something might go wrong!”

“Me too, but she needed to meet Agatha alone, Wands. There was nothing we could do to stop her, my dove.” Natasha spoke solemnly, “Part of me really wanted to just…follow her there and spy, but I want her to trust me; if I had done that, she would have never looked at us the same, and I can’t be havin’ that.”

“Yeah….” Wanda sighed, “I want her to trust us too; I hope she does; I just wanna hold her so bad. Our poor girl is probably scared out of her mind!”

“And incredibly upset, too; she probably cried a river on her way home.” Natasha frowned slightly, “Don’t worry, love, we’ll be there soon, and then you won’t have to worry about a thing.”

—

Kate sits at the opposite end of the couch from you, eagerly awaiting for Wanda and Natasha to arrive and help turn your deep frown into a bright smile - though she knew it would be a while before you would feel any sort of sunshine through the foggy weather of your mind, even with your mates present. It’s a lot to deal with, to be no longer considered one’s child all because of who you love.

You have been staring out your window for many minutes now, feeling nothing but emptiness and sorrow that has reopened old wounds. That’s all there is to your current mental state; your head is empty, nothing floating around in your noggin.

It’s baffling how your dad spent so long looking for you only to turn you away because of your relationship with two Avengers members. This was all for nothing; you got no answers about anything, just hatred thrown your way. Was the trip just one of Agatha’s tricks to abandoning your mates? Was this all a game to her to be her apprentice in evil? You would never know. There would be no seeing her for the rest of your life, and with that, you were content - she would not go out of her way to hurt you or attempt to ruin your life by force. All that’s left for you is to spend your life with people who love you unconditionally. For example, right now, Yelena was just informed of the situation and is sprinting up multiple flights of stairs instead of taking an elevator for her daily exercise.

“Hey…I…have…arrived,” Yelena gasped for air, “She alright?”

Kate looked at the front door just kicked open by her Alpha, staring wide-eyed in disbelief, “Yeah, she’s…okay, I guess. Why did you-”

Yelena looks confused, “You told me…she got rejected by Natasha?”

“By her dad,” Kate corrected, “She met with her estranged dad, and she rejected Y/N because of affiliation with Natasha; you really need to hear everything through, my Alpha.”

“My bad.” Yelena breathed a sigh of relief, glad she didn’t have to rain hell on her older sister.

Yelena shifts her eyes off Kate onto you, who is absently looking out the window with a pained but blank expression. Your y/e/c eyes appear hollow even under the sun as if your soul had retreated into you to wallow in despair at the wounds your father reopened. Yelena was unsure what to do to help; hell, she did not know what could be done to console you. Here’s the thing, nothing would be of great help but to be with your mates, who are speeding down the streets of New York City.

“They are on their way; I don’t think they want us here when they get here,” Kate paused and redirected her attention to you, “Would you want us to go, Y/N?”

You only nodded.

“Okay, we’ll see you later. If you need help moving out at all, let us know!” A small smile formed on Kate’s lips as she waved goodbye.

And then you were all alone in the world for a while. Nothing but silence and misery kept you company. Your mates are close, and soon, you won’t feel so alone but rather be loved and cherished by the two life has set you up with for life. And all they want is to kiss and hold you to ensure you are not alone. 

As you were driving with tears flowing from your eyes, all you could think of was that night you spent in bed with your Alphas. They held you so close and tight. You felt safe with them, unafraid of the nightmares that haunted you ever since you fled Josephine’s house, and for the first time, felt loved and wanted.

You have moved to your bedroom and huddled up in a sea of blankets to hide away from the cold, cruel world outside the many layers of fabric. The faint warmth of your body heat plus the blankets is insufficient to soothe your soul from the crushing despair your heart was afflicted with. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying; damn it all, your body was aching too. You are tired, hungry, and cold on the inside. However, there is solace in all the sea of heartache and despair, your mates were on their way to help you the only way they know how. You wish they would be right by your side, but they’re not, which hurts.

They would be here soon enough. 

“I just wanted to be loved, that’s all!” your mind swirled with peril, “I was so close that I could taste it!”

Rejection stings like a swarm of angry hornets. The burning remains a while after but eventually subsides. Right now, it burns like fire in your soul, and your mates are the relief to the pain. “She had pups while I was stuck with that devil! They got to grow up all happy and have such luxury while I suffered all my life; it’s not fucking fair!”

Sorrow floods your brain like a tidal wave with no reprieve, drowning you in despair, “Maybe I could’ve been a good sister to them, but no, my fucking dad threw me out like trash!”

They are entering the apartment building and heading up the elevator to your floor; Wanda pressed the seventh-floor button at least twenty times so that it might go faster. The witch paces back and forth while the Widow leans against the wall staring blankly at the floor, pondering the best way to comfort you. She only knows the basics of calming down an Omega, but not hers , all she knows to do is have you rest your head on her chest and release a wave of calming pheromones. Wanda knows precisely what to do and will probably guide Natasha along.

“I’m scared for her,” Natasha admits.

“Me too. It’s okay, my Alpha, we’ll be there shortly, and she will be in our arms again. Remember when she first cuddled with us a few days ago?” Wanda hugs the other Alpha.

“Yeah, she wanted to steal our shirts and hoodies for her nest. She ended up in our bed, and…we held her until the morning.”

“Maybe she would like that!” Wanda beamed.

“Maybe we could get her mind off it by doing a movie night. Perhaps order a pizza with some drinks and watch something Disney?” Natasha suggested.

“We’ll see; all these rampant emotions must be wearing our Omega thin...let’s talk about this later, okay, Natasha?” Wanda’s tone had become quiet and worried.

Natasha takes a deep breath, “You’re right. She needs us more than anything. Can’t believe her father rejected our Y/N; she has done nothing wrong.”

The door opens, and the two take no time in speedwalking towards your door and barging in without even thinking to knock. Upon entering, a foul scent of burnt popcorn hits their nostrils, making them gag purely out of instinct. It was worse than they thought; you were succumbing to despair and grief of an untold magnitude. You were losing yourself deep in the recesses of your mind - every thought you had was deprecating and sorrowful. Pain shot throughout your whole body, your bones ached, and your scent was close to repelling your mates. All your pain would be gone after they hop into bed with you. There would be no need to be afraid of anything happening next; they would be by you always.

Wanda leads Natasha to your bedroom door, stating, “She is in here.”

The two enter your room, where your blankets swallow you, and see the small lump resting in the middle. You remained unmoving, exhausted from the tidal wave of emotions that swept through you. Natasha frowns and moves to the closest side of the bed, gently moving the covers so that she can slip under them to reach you; Wanda ends up doing the same but urgently. The witch quickly picks up on your quiet whimpers and sniffling and hurries to you, embracing you in a warm, loving hug that makes you heave at the sudden contact. Natasha comes up behind you and wraps her arms around you, pulling herself toward you.

Wanda breaks the ice, “Detka,” her hot breath on your ear makes you shiver, “We’re here now.” The witch plants a kiss on your hairline.

“We heard what happened and came right away; you’re safe now with your Alphas,” Natasha says as she scents you.

You only respond with a low whine.

“Poor Omega,” Wanda coos, “You didn’t deserve any of this. You deserved lots of love unconditionally. We love you, malyshka.”

Your eyes were red and puffy from the hour of crying, and your throat was hoarse, unable to speak properly.

“Love you…too.”

“Omega,” Natasha nestled her head on your shoulder, “You don’t need to worry about her anymore. We’re your family now. You have me, Wanda, Pietro, Yelena, and Kate, who are here for you. We love you so incredibly much.”

“She had pups, and they lived happy lives while I was stuck with the devil I had to call mother. It’s not fucking fair!” You cried into Wanda’s shoulder, “I didn’t get to grow up a happy kid! I just wanted to have a parent in my life. That’s all I wanted!”

Their hearts were breaking for you; your mates could also feel the pain deep inside. Every cry that left your lips echoed in their ears, and every tear that stained Wanda’s hoodie brought her a twinge of deep sorrow. Natasha held onto you as tightly as she could, but not too much to the point where it would hurt you because the last thing she would ever do was hurt you while you were down.

“Honey,” Natasha whispered, “Focus on us, on our love, our scents, and our warmth. Let us shower you with our love tonight. I promise no one will hurt you tonight or ever again.”

“Together, when the time is right, we’ll have a family of our own. Our pups will be proud to call you their mama.” Wanda smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You sound so sure….” You say absently as your vision has gone blurry from your tears.

“It’s a promise,” Wanda reassures, “We’ll be there every step of the way.”

Upon hearing her promise you these things, you begin taking in their love and support, taking in their combined scents and feeling a wave of love douse the flames of misery. Natasha kisses just below your jawline while Wanda gently purrs - you cannot hear it but can feel it rumbling through your body. Their words of assurance ease the aches of rejection, making you feel, for once in your years of living, accepted by people who do truly care. Wanda and Natasha deeply care for you and your well-being and are committed to you alone. The duo wants you to wake up each morning feeling loved and cared for - to make breakfast for you and make sure you are well-fed and hydrated.

Tomorrow, the two will help you pack your things and permanently bring you home. After hours of talking, you agreed to go home with them to be more comfortable having your stuff with you while having the love of your mates warm your hurting heart. However, Wanda did emphasize that you would need to nest in their bed as you did tell them you had been off suppressants due to Kate’s insistence, and it could come in about a week or so.

For tonight, you would rest in the loving arms of your Alphas, and if you just so happen to wake up, Wanda and Natasha have agreed to order a pizza or two and have a movie night. As you lay asleep, you cannot help but smile subconsciously - knowing that you are loved. It will take some time to fully embrace it, but you wholeheartedly accept them for everything that they are…your Alphas.

#wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat #wanda maximoff x you #alpha!wandanat x reader #alpha!wanda maximoff #alpha!wanda maximoff x reader #alpha!wanda x reader #alpha!wanda #alpha!natasha romanoff x reader #alpha!natasha x reader #alpha!natasha

[pyramid-of-starrs]

After care with Ateez ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Different styles of aftercare that I think the members would do.

This was just something cute I wrote since it's the day after valentines and Ateez is currently on vaction :P

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warning: Mentions of sex and oral sex

Minors DNI

Hongjoong:

His roommates, Jongho and Wooyoung decided to go back home for their holiday so You and Hongjoong enjoyed some much-needed alone time. Cuddling on the couch and watching movies that eventually turned to making out then him pinning your legs to the arm of the couch, completely disregarding Wooyoungs nagging about no sex in the common areas. After a long overdue session Hongjoong is the water and a towel kind of guy. He gets up still wearing his sweatshirt and tucking his softened length back into his boxers then grabs you some water from the back of the fridge like you like. Then head to the bathroom to run hot water on a towel to give you (hot water so it’ll be warm when he gives it too you). Once he hands you the water you spread your legs and he immediately starts to clean the mess he made. After cleaning you up he wants to get back to the movie so you agree even though not even 5 minutes later he is fast asleep laying on your lap. That means no movie for you until he wakes back up and repeats the cycle, he's lucky he's cute

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa was in desperate need of some time away for the rest of his group. He loved his members, but he needed time, since his vacation period was here you invited him over to your place so he can get away for a few days. He, of course, thanks you the best way he knows how, with that marvelous long tongue he was gifted with. Slurping all your juices until you literally cover the entire bottom half of his face in your slick. Then you decided you needed more and went 2 rounds. You both were sticky from the love making and you were ready to go to bed but Seonghwa just can’t do messes, he'll go insane. He immediately headed to the bathroom to run a bath for you two, no shower because he knew your legs would be tired. Despite your groaning to be left alone he would pick you up and carry you over to the bathtub, easing you into the soothing warm water. Even though you were tired you had to admit this felt good. He helps bathe you, then shower you off, he wouldn’t try to fuck you again unless you wanted, just cover you in kisses and tell you you did so good for him.

Yunho:

You both were cuddling on his bed watching TikTok’s together, he leans over to show you one then a text from Yeosang popped up. Him saying that he was leaving to visit his friend and would be back in a few days so don’t wait up. Yunho gave you a very specific look and you knew what that meant, kissing leading to him drilling you from the back with his larger than average dick. He knows he’s a big guy with a big package so most the time he knew you wouldn’t be capable of moving much afterward. So his aftercare came in the form of him massaging your sore thighs and limbs. He likes to see you smiling afterward so he would make little jokes and tease you about the faces you would make during sex.

"Your face is so cute when you ask me why I'm fucking you like that." You both laugh as you playfully hit him. You just lie there making jokes and enjoying the massage from your human golden retriever.

Yeosang:

He decieded to take you on vacation with him since you both needed a some time with each other alone. Warm weather, nice beaches, good food and no fans or press bothering you on a small secluded island, it was amazing, you had to thank him. As soon as you made it back to the rented cabin you drug him back to huge master bedroom to show him just how grateful you are. In the end though he ended up flipping you like a pancake and reminding you just how strong he is. When you were done you were completely drained, covered in sweat and defeated. He came back from the kitchen with a bottle of water and you immediately reached for it but he told you to hold on. You watched him in confusion as he pulled a drink powder from his bag and put some in the bottle. He shook it up and you watched the water turn blue then he handed it to you to drink.

"That will replinish your electrolytes." He said with such a cute smile, then walked back to his bag to get a bottle of vitamins and you started to drink your water. "Here stick your tongue out." You obeyed and he placed two pills on your tongue. "That's B12, you got a charley horse when I bent your leg to far back so that will help, I'll buy you more when we get home, I told you to start taking your vitamins!" He said while starting to stretch your legs out to relieve the tension. He would talk to you about stretching and eating more fruit and blah blah but you wouldn't have it any other way.

San:

San's parents loooove you so they tell him to not even bother coming home during the break if you aren't with him, so you agree to come with. You loved the girl time you got with San's mom, his older sister and his younger sister, Byeol the cat, anyways. You and him arrived a day early and San's parents aren't back from their day trip till tomorrow, so he decided to take you to all his favorite spots around town then he took you out to dinner. Once you're back at his parents you do your normal nightly routine, then head to bed in his childhood bedroom. You tease him after you find an old swimsuit magazine in his room and he turns red and tries to wrestle it from you, leading to him pinning you down. He pecks you on your lips once he's got you down and it went downhill from there. Sure there is a small ting of guilt for doing this at his parents' house in the back of your mind, but you couldn't really focus with San pounding into you. After a nice and long session, you like to just lay back and relax meanwhile San wants to live in your skin. He would cuddle into your chest and wrap his arms around your waist, you scratch his scalp like he's a cat while he draws circles on your thighs. San's aftercare is alot of affection and love bombing.

"I love you."

Kiss on your stomach.

"You're so beautiful."

Kiss on your neck.

"You're the only one for me."

Kiss on your lips.

Mingi:

Now that Mingi finally had some alone time in his apartment with Seonghwa and San gone he decided to stay home and finally get some work done. You didn't want to get in the way but after a few days you surprised him with some lunch. After you ate, you were going to leave but he insisted that you stay and listen to the song he's been working on, you mentioned not wanting to be a bother and he let you know you're more like a muse. You headed to his room where his equipment is set up and sat on his bed to watch him continue to work. For some reason watching Mingi work on his music was so sexy, seeing the effort and passion he put in made you feel hot. Before you could think more about it, he invited you into his lap to listen with him, not even 5 minutes into sitting and listening the sexual tension became so thick you both couldn't resist anymore. Mingi dropped you on the bed to show you he was feeling the same way you were. You wanted to really show him how much you appreciated his hard work flipping on top of him and letting him feel every inch of you. After taking up a good chunk of his time you decided to try to get dressed to let him get back to work, but Mingi likes to spend quality time as after care.

"Woah where are you going?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm going home so that you can get back to work."

"What? No come back here so we can finally get caught up on jjk."

"I told you to finish without me."

"Why would I do that? Just come cuddle me so we can watch."

Wooyoung:

You and Woo went on a nice trip in the mountains, beautiful views and blue waters. He brought his camera to record for his fans and take pictures, the camera stayed in his hand the whole trip. Even when it probably shouldn't have. He was recording every inch of you when you two got back to the bedroom, making sure to get the nice angles of your body while ravishing you in different positions. When you were finally done you took the camera from him, you had to admit curiosity took over and you decided to watch the whole thing in awe. Is that really how you sound? When did you get that flexible? Thank God you shaved. While you were distracted watching the tape you two just made Wooyoung walked back in the room with juice pouches and a plate with two hot grilled cheeses, cut diagonally of course.

"Stop being a perv and eat." he hands you one of the juice pouches as he gets back under the covers with you and places the plate on the bed. You gladly enjoy the dinner and a movie and Wooyoung just loves watching you eat and enjoy something he made, both the video and the food, grilled cheese or not food is good aftercare.

Jongho:

Jongho invited you to a ski resort with his other friends, even though you didn't know a thing about skiing or snowboarding. You liked seeing him happy and active after his injury. After a long day of falling on your ass you decided that was enough torture and headed back to the suite first, letting Jongho spend more time with his friends. You took a hot bath and laid in bed to enjoy the soft sheets, falling into sleep without noticing. A few hours later you could feel the bed dip and Jongho's warm embrace, you asked him if he enjoyed his time in the snow and he said yes and thanked you for coming, giving you a nice kiss. It had been quite some time since you and Jongho went all the way, always scared of hurting him but you couldn't let the good mood go to waste and made the first move to climb on top of him. You two take a shower when your done and Jongho doesn't like to show it, but he too is very affectionate after. He holds your hang in the shower and puts you in a full-on bear hug when you're back in the bed cuddling. It's not just during night either, when it's morning and time to meet with your friends for breakfast he won't let you go.

"We have to get ready Jongho or we will be late."

"We'll get room service." He groans.

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[eilidh-eternal]

Touch Up

Part of the Martyr in the Making series | Part 1 | Masterlist |

| 18 + MDNI | TattooArtist!Ghost x f!reader | cw for dub con/non con themes and heavy implications of grooming |

There's an insatiable itch beneath your skin that has nothing to do with the fresh ink and plasma that seeps from punctured flesh, and everything to do with a smug bastard named Simon fucking Riley.

Five days earlier…

“How ya doin’ sweetheart?” He has no right to sound this way. No right to let honey and smoke mix in his throat and spill from his lips in dark, dulcet tones. You blame the buzzing in your head, ricocheting off of your skull with each searing stroke of the needle he wields.

“Fine,” you say in a whispery breath. The hum of the needle goes quiet. That’s okay. The trilling heart in your chest is doing a fine job of replacing it. 

Pools of liquid amber, dark and rich like brandy, slide from the nearly finished linework to your face, half hidden in your hoodie, and flood your gaze with an intoxicating warmth. There’s no running from it, from the fire he’s started. The flames he fans and tends to with each murmuration of praise licks up your spine in searing tendrils, smothers the remnants of a fragmented rationale in a blanket of smoldering cinders.

A pierced brow glides up towards the fraying hem of his black knit cap as he straightens from his hunched over position. “I’ll ask one more time, an’ I expect an honest answer—d’ya need a break?” Amber petrifies under his scrutiny, as if you’re some antediluvian creature, suspended in the thrall of his gaze. Something pretty to perch on a shelf and marvel at.

Your eyes dart away, searching the patterns in the woodgrain of the cabinets for answers, divining particle board like a tarot spread. As if any of them would sound less pathetic than the truth. 

His hand slides, branding weight upon your skin, away from your waist and you fight the whine clawing up your throat. Swallow it down with the rest of the bad ideas right behind it. Plastic wheels scuff across fading concrete floors and the frayed edges of distressed denim replaces wood. Black, like everything else he wears, down to the powdery gloves and surgical mask. Bet his boxers are black, too.

When your eyes dare to meet his again the flames licking up your spine splutter, send sparks dancing up your vertebrae in shivery, glittering plumes. “I’m okay. Could use some water,” you settle on. It’s a shaky truth, flimsy and liable to crumble, but a truth nonetheless. You’d rather suffer whatever consequence comes with lying to him than lay yourself bare.

As if you aren’t already half naked in front of the man. As if he hasn't been toying with the waistband of your thong the entire session.

Your admission seems to mollify him, but the black titanium bar curving through a dusting of blond twitches. Remains cocked as he rocks back, leans across the counter in a truly obscene display, long tee clinging to every dip and curve, and plucks your water bottle from your bag.

It looks silly and small in his hand, dented metal covered in a collage of overlapping stickers, no trace of the scratched black paint besides the exposed underside. The tendons in his forearms shift beneath fabric as he turns it over to study the sticker Gaz had given you, ‘141 collective’ printed in a gothic font. There’s a similar font inked across the sliver of skin peeking out at his wrist, black ink still richly pigmented even though it looks to be more than a few years old. Must not get a lot of sun.

“Open.” You blink, several times, and come to the hazy realization that while your eyes have been busy mapping every groove and plane, tracing the prominent veins on the back of the hand draped over his knee, he’s maneuvered the water bottle to your lips. 

They part at the subtle pressure of the spout, and he tips it forward, pressing plastic between chapped lips that close around it to take a hesitant sip.

“Another,” he demands, and you try not to notice the way his focus settles on your throat, tracking each contraction of delicate muscle as you drink. “Good girl.”

You nearly choke.

And he pays it no mind. Gives no pause to the widening of your eyes, pupils flared to the limbus, or the palpable heat radiating from your skin. He merely sets the bottle back on the counter and folds his arms over the bulk of his chest.

“Just water?” he questions, and you start to nod in answer, but quickly remember your—or rather, his—rules. 

“Just water,” you echo in confirmation, and it’s received with a critical grunt. Like he can see through the paper thin restraints you cling to, the only thing keeping your lips from speaking on behalf of those between your legs.

He shifts back to his tray of inks with a glint in his eye that makes you wonder if maybe you should have said something more. Feigned hunger or fatigue.

“Just this section here–” He taps at the remaining carbon stenciling over your hip. “–and we’ll move on to shading.”

“Okay,” you mumble, and a gloved thumb brushes over raw, freshly tattooed skin. Traces his work in a gesture akin to reverence, sweetened by the lingering sting left in its wake—and you fail to stifle the moan that’s been building in the back of your throat for several hours.

When he repeats the motion and receives an identical response, the mask stretches over his face, pulls taut over the prominent bridge of his nose, and he curls his fingers into your hip. His chest rumbles with muted laughter at the whine that punches out of you, thighs clenching around the pillow wedged between them. 

“Gonna need ya a bit closer,” he croons, and gives you no warning before he hooks his fingers through the elastic pulled taut over your waist, giving it a sharp tug. “C’mon, on your tummy for me…atta girl.” He takes to arranging your limbs how he wants them, left leg practically in his lap to keep the skin from creasing, ass on full display.

You bury your face in the pillow and crook of your own arm, vehemently ignoring the way he grips your backside to work on the remaining outline, and the surge of wanton arousal warming your neck and cheeks.

Present… 

Delicate, looping letters, woven seamlessly into the outline. Hardly noticeable if you aren’t looking for them. 

They glare at you in the mirror, the memory of strong hands a phantom touch against the surrounding tender skin.

S.R.

Simon fucking Riley.

It’s not enough that he’s under your skin, he has to be inked on it too.

“Well, angel, I know you come often, but I didn’t expect to see—”

“—Where’s Simon?” You cut John off, in no mood for his dilatory remarks, and he cants a quizzical brow.

“He’s finishing up a consult right now, is there—”

“—I need to speak with him. Now,” you demand, trembling fingers curling into fists at your side. 

You couldn’t care less what he’s doing presently. You’ll drag him off the studio floor by that stupid spiked bar in his damn brow. He’s going to—

“Hey, hunny bunny!” Kyle appears behind him, walking out of what you assume to be an office with a tablet in hand and his usual sunny disposition. Rhinestones and pointed canines catch in the studio lighting when he smiles and tucks his tablet under his arm, coming to stand beside John. His gaze dips to the healing skin of your thigh. “That the piece Si did?” It’s barely visible below the hemline of your skirt.

“Yeah,” you grit through your teeth, jaw tense with the effort to maintain a modicum of decorum. “It needs touching up in a few places.”

His eyes catch on something behind you, and you’re about to reiterate your demand, but you fall short when an all too familiar weight settles on your nape. 

“‘S all this fussing about?” Simon questions, and you jerk away from his grasp.

Your first mistake.

“You—” you hiss and lift the hem of your skirt, “—need to fix this.”

He tilts his head to study the healing tattoo. “What about it?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.” You know he does because the smug bastard is smirking beneath his mask, fabric stretched tight over his jaw and eyes narrowed in amusement.

He motions towards the hallway, “Let’s have a look, then,” and doesn’t wait to see if you follow him. Knows that you’re on his heels as he leads you back to the same private room. You don’t sit on the chair, electing to stand beside it instead with your arms folded tight to your chest, and you scowl at where he leans against the counter, posture mirroring yours in a decidedly mocking manner. “What’s got ya all riled up sweetheart?”

Definitely mocking

“This isn’t the design I agreed to,” you huff indignantly.

“Sure it is.”

“No, it isn’t.” You take a step closer, the toes of your sneakers nearly touching his beat up combat boots. “I never fucking agreed to have your name tattooed on me. I’m not some tramp for you to—”

“—‘S not my name,” he corrects, and you don’t know what heats your blood more; the fact that he has the gall to correct you or that he isn’t even trying to deny what he’s done. “Jus’ my initials.”

“Same fucking thing,” you seethe, jabbing an angry finger into his chest.

Your second, and final, mistake.

Calloused fingers curl around your wrist and pull, yanking you further into his space until you’re standing chest to chest. He holds you there by your wrist and the firm grasp he has on your jaw, cheeks pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

“Someone needs a reminder about manners,” he tuts, and you whine against the pressure on your jaw. “A reminder about her rules.” His hand drops from your face to settle on your shoulder and the scathing retort coiled on your tongue withers to ash amid disbelief when he pushes down against your shoulder, forcing you onto the stool beside the chair. “Stay,” he warns when you shift forward, already halfway onto your feet again, and the undercurrent of a growl is warning enough.

“What are the rules I gave you last time?” He leans back against the counter again, arms folded loosely over his chest, and his fingers tap rhythmically against his bicep, staring down at you expectantly. 

You glare up at him, fingers curling into the fabric of your skirt on top of your thighs, and he cocks that stupid pierced brow.

This is ridiculous. 

But if there’s any chance at getting him to erase the brand he’s inked into your skin…

“Give a verbal answer,” you bite out.

“And?”

“Tell you what I need.”

“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He stalks forward to press a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to his when you don’t deign to look at him. Amid the infuriating rush of warmth to your core, you briefly consider what would happen if you were to rear back and bite him.

“No,” you admit reluctantly, and he hums low in his chest, clearly pleased with your answer. 

“So tell me what you need.” His thumb sweeps over your chin, traces the contour of your bottom lip, and you press your legs further together. 

All the anger, hot and swirling in your chest, mixes with the smoky whorls of his words until you can't distinguish between the two. Can’t untangle the intrepid need to rebel from the desire to yield in supplication to the enigmatic man towering over you. 

“I- I want…” Your words get tangled up with it, coming out in a stuttering mess. “Fix it.”

“Fix what, sweetheart?” The way he stares into your eyes is nothing short of maddening. Fathomless pools of amber, beckoning you to bathe in their warmth, and like a moth to a flame you go willingly.

“Fix me,” you croak, and he shakes his head. “Please.” 

“Don’t need to fix ya, sweetheart. You’re mine–” He crouches down before you and slides a roughened palm over your knee, up your thigh to the tender skin beneath your skirt. “–Says so, right here.” He traces each letter of his initials inked onto your skin. “And what’s mine is perfect. Just the way it is. Understand?”

No. But you nod anyway.

“Words,” he insists. “Need to hear it.”

“I understand,” you murmur, still sifting through the haze in his eyes.

“Good girl,” he croons, sickeningly sweet, and pets a hand over your hair, thumb tracing the shell of your ear and sending a shiver skittering down your spine. “All soft and sweet for me, told ya we’d get ya there. Just need a little training, hm? Gonna let me train that pretty, empty head, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah,” you respond absently, and his eyes flare with a molten, ravenous desire.

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

MW2 waking up next to their S/O

Warnings: 18+, Just so much fluff, implied smut, suggestive content, mention of somnophilia, sub and dom König, implied oral sex, petnames, no pronouns used for Reader except for ‘You’, etc.

Ghost

He's lowkey excited to wake up before you when he knows he has to be up early.

He'll set his alarm - on vibrate so that it doesn't wake you, only him - 30 minutes earlier than he needs to be up just so he can look at you.

And boy, does he look at you.

He looks upon you as an artist would their masterpiece, marveling at your beauty, your skin, your face, your expression.

You look so peaceful, so unlike anything Simon had had the pleasure of seeing before; your form radiated a tranquility he could only hope to achieve one day.

But with you at his side, he gets closer to nirvana every day, finding the beauty in everything you show him.

He'd have to physically pull himself out of bed when he could not prolong his departure any longer.

If you were still asleep by the time he left, he'd plant a soft kiss on your forehead, leaving you undisturbed.

However, if you were awake, he'd press deep, warm kisses to your lips, trailing down to your jaw, your neck, your collarbones - you'd have to stop him, telling him to go before you made him stay.

"Make me stay, hmm?" he'd say, sighing another kiss against your throat.

"And what makes you think I won't take you up on that offer?"

What happens next is entirely up to you and how much Simon wants to get to the gym before it's packed full 😉.

König

Ngl, König looks straight-up terrifying when you catch him looking at you.

He'll just be lay next to you, staring at you like 👁 👄👁.

The only way to get him to stop is either by asking him, or, the more preferable option, distracting him.

How you distract him is up to you, but you both have your...preferences.

When König has to be somewhere but is feeling a certain kind of way, he'll literally paw at you like a cat, his eyes round and pleading.

Or, if he's more dominant, he'll just pounce on you, pinning him beneath him and making sure you're not going anywhere, unable to walk for the rest of the day.

Granted, he's not a fan of quickies, so he'll either chase his release by taking you in your sleep, or risk being late to whatever it is he's engaged with.

Whenever he looks over at you in the morning, he can't help but reflect on how lucky he is, how fortunate he must be to have you at his side each day to show him what love - true love - feels like.

He can get a bit emotional when he looks at you during mornings like these, but it's only because he loves you so much.

He wonders what you'll do all day when he's out the house, if you'll think of him as he thinks of you now.

If he's feeling a little insecure about that, you may have to qwell his worries and remind him just how much you love and miss him when he's away.

Rodolfo

Babey 🥺!1!!

Like König, he'll just full-on stare at you like👁👄👁.

He just can't believe how beautiful you are, especially when the light catches you and makes you look like you're glowing.

He genuinely believes you must be an angel or something of the like.

He'll bring you presents and hide them under your pillow while you sleep so you have something to look forward to when you wake up.

He'll do this especially when he knows he'll be gone by the time you wake.

These gifts are usually deeply personal and thoughtful, like a locket bracelet with a picture of you on one side and a picture of him in the other.

Other times it'll be a post-it note, giving you the first of a list of instructions to follow like a treasure map in order to find your prize - usually something too big that he couldn't fit it beneath your pillow - somewhere in the apartment.

Whenever you wake up and find him looking at you, you'll have to kiss him on the nose or the forehead to snap him out of his trance.

After which point, he'll take you up in his arms and just hold you, often times making you squeal when he buries his face into your neck, leaving warm, wet kisses there.

Offer this man and kind of release first thing in the morning and he'll literally be set for the day.

He considers that your gift to him, your ability to instantly and consistently lift his mood for the day just by being there (amongst other things).

Literally nothing can bring him down after that, and everyone else in the force can tell when you've been at it because of the absolute swagger in his walk and the smile plastered to his face.

Alejandro

God, he makes me feral

Passionate man, let me just remind y'all of that.

He's the type to absolutely smother you with kisses the second he wakes up.

Any area of skin that's not covered will fall victim to his unrelenting desire to drown you in his love.

Sometimes you'll wake up with love bites all over you like bee stings and you'll just see Alejandro looking at you like 😊.

And you just can't stay mad at him.

You can, however, get your own back.

It usually takes you both an hour to get out of bed in the morning, and this is exactly the reason why.

Like Rodolfo, it's rare for Alejandro to come to work without his signature smile on his face and authority in his walk.

Little does anyone know that beneath the collar of his shirt lies a collage of bite marks and bruises, courtesy of the love of his life.

Won't leave the bed until you're satisfied, making sure you're stuffed full of his cum so that you have something to remember him by.

You don't know this, but before bed he'll practically drink a bottle of breath spray so that his breath smells good for you in the morning.

When you eventually caught on, you had to tell him to stop because you didn't want him staining his teeth.

"Would you no longer love me if I didn't have teeth?" he said, to which you vehemently denied his claim and had to reassure him that you would love him even if he were a three-foot tall slug with no teeth and a monocle.

That, amongst other means of reassurance 🥴.

Price

You'd feel his beard, either between your thighs or on your face, before you saw him.

He makes sure you're satisfied every morning before your day even starts, his own form of reward for you making his life brighter.

He'll pull you flush against his chest first thing after he wakes up, if you're not already in that position.

He always says "Good morning, Sunshine," first, then presses a love-filled kiss to your head.

If you've had a particularly intense night, he'll bring you breakfast (or dinner, depending on the time of day) in bed.

Will ask you to just lay beside him so he can look into your eyes before you both have to get up.

And it's usually you who has to remind him that the day isn't getting any longer and you both have to get up soon.

He won't complain, but you can tell when he wants nothing more than to just curl up with you and stay there, dead to the world.

Speaking of, this man's morning hugs are so warm.

Good luck getting out of bed in winter, because you're both way too comfy to leave your lovely warm bed just to go to work or make breakfast.

Sometimes you'll find Price already staring at you when you wake up, and you just look at each other like two ferrets in love, unmoving and wholesome.

Gaz

The most likely to be a tease out of everyone here.

While he won't wake you from a deep slumber, he'll sure as hell try and annoy you in the minutes after you wake up, knowing your cognition and sight are both impaired at this particular time.

One time, near Halloween, he put on a Grim Reaper mask and waited on your side of the bed until you woke up.

He made no noise, he didn't jump on you; he simply waited.

And when you saw his skeletal outline, you initially thought it was Ghost. That alone made you near enough shit yourself and scream as if you were being murdered.

Aside from that, though, he can be very tender. When his judgement is clouded with sleep and the world doesn't yet feel real, that's when he's at his most vulnerable, and his most sincere.

He loves to pull you into his bare chest and just rest there, feeling your breath against his skin; a reminder that you're still here, still alive.

Despite being so young, it's during times like these that Gaz knows where he wants to be for the rest of his life, what he wants to do with it.

And it all comes down to you.

During his morning reflections on your relationship, he'll think of your future together, just you, him and your conjoined families bound through your marriage, living.

You keep him sane, help him realise there is so much more to life than his military duties, and beer, and watching TV.

He never truly felt as if he was living - alive - until he met you.

And now as he lays here, watching your chest rise and fall, he can't help but shed a tear for the alternate version of himself who’d never met you, never found you, instead living as a drone with no greater understanding of happiness as he did now.

Valeria

You are waking up to absolutely abominable head from this woman every morning whether you like it or not.

If she feels you starting to shift and wake up, she'll use her strength to push you back down and continue.

She will not let you go a single day dissatisfied even if it kills her.

On the other hand, she can be very wholesome.

She'll watch you sleep, either in the dead of night or in the wavering light of the morning simply because she thinks you're so unbelievably breathtaking.

She'll brush stray strands of your hair from your face while you sleep, feeling her heart stutter when you twitch and make a little noise.

She often calls you "Bunny," or "Kitty," because of your mannerisms when you sleep.

Quick note: if you wake her up with head in the morning, you are done for.

You're stuck in bed for the rest of the day.

I don't make the rules, Valeria does.

During these mornings she'll relate to you about how much she wants "To break you," calling you her "little doll,"

Don't get her wrong; she's not punishing you!

Far from it.

But she just wants you to know that she has the power in this relationship, and she sees your pleasure as something only she is allowed to give and take.

So, in a nutshell, don't go doing any favours for Valeria without her asking, because she will assume you're doing it to get something out of her.

And she doesn't like owing people.

On the contrary, she enjoys the power she has over others by making them indebted to her.

And this includes you (lovingly).

Soap

NEWSFLASH: MAN W/ BIG TIDDIES GIVES BEST CUDDLES

Seriously though, Soap's cuddles are one of the main reasons you can't (don't want to) get out of bed in the mornings.

He'll wake up, see you soundly sleeping next to him, and just pull you on top of him.

He's not letting you go for at least two hours.

He just adores the way you feel against him, your chests pressed together as he plants feather-light kisses to your face, waking you.

His morning voice is just uuuUUUUUUUGH.

And he will use it against you.

"Mornin' love," he'd say, burying his face in your hair. "D'you sleep well? Or d'you need me to put you to sleep again..."

His morning kisses are always sloppy, laced with exhaustion yet laden with joy.

He enjoys the sleepy whines you make when he rubs his stubble across your sensitive areas; your neck, your stomach, between your thighs, etc.

He absolutely cages you beneath him whenever he rolls over onto you.

Sometimes he's aware of it, sometimes he isn't.

But when he is, he'll just lay there, making sure you have no way of escape, while you mewl against him that you "Have stuff to do today!" Meanwhile, he's plotting and planning ways to keep you bed-bound for the next 24 hours.

Graves

Will 100% wake you up with sex near enough every morning.

He's so smug about it, too; he'll just give you a grin and, when you realise what he’s doing, his expression will shift into a more 'innocent' one.

He'll just look at you like huh? What??? Did I do something????

Is a bit of a brat when it comes to letting you out of bed.

He'll literally snake his arms around your waist and pull you back in, then treat you as if he'd just saved you from the floor of lava around the bed.

"Don't I get a reward for bein' your hero?"

"Yeah, my fingers in your eye sockets if you make me late for work again."

He has his tender moments, though.

He's a body worshipper, so you can expect him to be pressing deep, wet kisses to every patch of skin within his reach.

No remorse. Just straight-up will cover you in his saliva.

He also has a guilty habit of covering you in his love when you sleep.

And he'll just leave it to dry on your body. Then, when you wake up and find it crusted , you call back his name and make him retreat under the covers, stifling a chuckle.

Morning talks. Big fan of them.

Loves to debate either the biggest questions or the simplest of hypotheses with you.

"Who would win in a fight between me and Ghost?"

"Ghost."

"Alright, why?"

"Because he's a walking wall of death, babe. And you're my precious lil Philly :-)))."

"...Yeah, I am,"

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The Scene (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!ActressReader ; Rachel McAdams, Benedict Cumberbatch (Platonic)

Summary: Something unexpected happened while you were filming a movie with Lizzie which leads more things out of it.

Warning: None. Just some fluff.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from two request that I combined together. This is a made up Kamar Taj scene is being filmed with Rachel McAdams and Benedict Cumberbatch in it. I apologize in advance for any inaccuracies in the scene and golden globes part. Happy reading!

Here are the requests for this fic:

Main Masterlist

What’s better than playing a superhero role in the movie industry? Well, nothing can top the joy and the fun of filming in one of the Marvel movies with your beloved wife, Elizabeth Olsen. You and Lizzie have been married for five months now. It was a very small intimate wedding with family and close friends, just like how you and Lizzie wanted. There was no media nor paparazzi craziness. Both of you try to keep your relationships for two years and the wedding under the radar to enjoy and cherish each other more privately in between busy schedules.

“You did a great job, Lizzie. I can’t believe that you did that scene in one shot. That was pretty hard to do with all the wires and stuff.” Benedict compliments her as he takes a seat next to her, taking a break.

“Aww thanks, Ben. I was actually nervous. You know me with heights, never a fan of it.” Lizzie lets out her little laugh.

“Oh yeah, I see what you mean. They pull you up pretty high.I bet it can be uncomfortable sometimes, especially with your Scarlet Witch costume right now.” The Wizard cast responds.

“Sometimes but I love this costume. So, I won’t complain.” She laughs again after trying to let out a joke.

Lizzie and Benedict have a great time talking for a little while until she sees something that makes her stomach turn. Anger thundered through her. Her heart aches and she crumbles inside. All emotions mix up in a split second. Lizzie stands up furiously. She can’t believe what she just saw. Seeing Rachel kiss your lips and you don’t even do anything to avoid it, makes her want to get to you right away.

“Liz? Are you okay?” The British man asks confusedly after taking notice of Lizzie's displeased facial expression.

“Yeah. Excuse me. I’ll be right back.” That was all Lizzie said shortly before she rushed her steps with her full Wanda’s costume and barged into the set where you and Rachel are.

“What’s going on here?” Lizzie asks in such anger. You and Rachel look at Lizzie in surprise that neither of you say anything for a few seconds.

The silence from the both of you upset Lizzie even more. Her glossy hurtful eyes look at you in disappointment as she continues telling you how she feels in gritted teeth slowly walking closer to you and Rachel. “After everything we’ve been through, this is what I get in return? Was it a game for you? And to think I would go through the ends of the world for you. Just explain to me why?!” she demands. Her voice gets shaky.

Rachel slowly moves to get to behind you, trying not to get involved between you and Lizzie. Noticing what Rachel is doing, you naturally take a stand in front of her. You were about to tackle everything she said but she didn’t let you. “How could you do this to me?” She added as she spread her palms then clenched them to fists with fury.

Then all of sudden, a familiar voice struck Lizzie’s attention. “Cut! That surprisingly fits perfectly!”

Lizzie quickly turns her head to where the voice came from. She came to realize what was actually going on. She looks at you, Rachel and surroundings. The filming crews are looking at the three of you. Sam, the director smiles satisfiedly.

Her cheeks slowly turn crimson. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I–I–I didn’t know that you were filming a scene. Oh my gosh.” She covers her face with her hands for a few seconds and then uncover it. She tries to laugh her embarrassment off. Her cheeks feel warmer from blushing.

“It’s okay but yes, love. I was filming a scene with Rachel.” You replied.

“I’m sorry, Lizzie. It was totally a professional kiss.” Rachel explains in a light joking tone to make your wife feel better.

“No. No, you are totally fine. I’m sorry. I-I just didn’t know that there’s a kissing scene.” Everybody in the room heard what she just said in awe.

“Yes, babe. I told you about it the other night, remember?” you explain yourself as you grab both of her hands to give her the reassurance and comfort she needs. Lizzie tries to recall. “Oooohh yeah. Gosh, I was probably distracted when I was cooking dinner. So embarass–”

You and Lizzie notice that Sam came to talk.

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I totally forgot that there was a kissing scene and I got—” Lizzie awkwardly apologizes but Sam finishes her sentence.

“Jealous? First of all, it was cute. Second of all, it was a brilliant spontaneous scene! I love it. You should see your facial expression on the whole thing.”

“Oh yeah, I could see that, Sam. I thought the Scarlet Witch existed for real for that whole minute.” you joke more as you gently squeeze her hand as your way to let her know that you are with her to comfort her.

“Yeah, but I apologize for ruining the scene.”

“Oh no, you didn’t at all, Lizzie. As a matter of fact, I will change the script and we will use it in the movie. We just need to add some visual effects in it and it’s good to go.” Sam lays out his idea and plan in a thrill.

Hearing his plan, Lizzie’s face slowly shows some relief. “Oh, uh– wow. Okay.” The four of you laugh. “Okay, then. Let’s take a lunch break and we’ll continue in an hour?” Sam announced.

Everybody walks away to take their break but you grab Lizzie’s hand before she turns around. “Feel better, babe?” you try to make sure.

“It was so embarrassing but yes, I feel better.” She smiles then laughs.

“No, I meant that the kiss was just one of the scenes.”

“Uh-y-yes.” She admits and covers her face once again. You pull her hands away and look at her lovingly.

“I would never do that to you nor hurt you like that. I’m all yours I love you.” You kiss her forehead then look at her again.

“Aw. I love you too, y/n. Thank you.”

“You were cute and sexy at the same time when you get jealous though.” You tease her and both of you laugh.

“Oh yeah? Well, you better watch out.” She teases you back.

“Oh, really?” your lips form a teasing smirk. She playfully hits your arm and rolls her eyes.

“You are silly. Let’s go have lunch babe. I’m hungry after all that jealousy I felt.” she grabs your hand and walks with you.

“You are cute.” you follow where Lizzie leads you.

_____

It has been two weeks since the latest Marvel movie came out. It was a hit. People love you and Lizzie in it. You are happy with how positive the public's reaction was. There was a rumor going around that Lizzie improvised on the jealous Scarlet Witch scene after your character kisses Rachel’s. Neither you, Lizzie nor other casts know how the words spread. Lizzie is happy with the fact that people love your acting in the movies. That’s all that matters to her.

Today, you, Lizzie, Rachel and Benedict are invited to the Jimmy Fallon show to talk about the viral movie. Before you got to the location, both you and Lizzie had a talk and decided to be ready if Jimmy asked about your love life. You both think it’s time to let the cats out of the bag about your relationship.

“Welcome everybody! Wow, I feel so safe right now with some of the Marvel superheroes around us.” said the host followed by the cheer and applause from the thrilled audiences.

“Thank you for having us, Jimmy. So good to be back here.” Lizzie expresses her gratitude from where she sits next to the beautiful older actress, Rachel. You adore her beauty from the seat across from her as the dark haired actor next to you chimes in.

Everything went well and it was really fun for everybody. All the casts get their questions.The studio is filled with laughter and excitement.

“Okay, Y/n Y/LN. It’s your turn right now for questions.” Jimmy slightly turns his head to you.

“Oh lord.” you joke as you pretend to look nervous. The audiences and Jimmy laugh at your antics. “I love your character. You have a cool super power in it and as you know a lot of fans are simping your character with the one and only Scarlet Witch.” The crowd can’t hold back themselves with such thrill as soon as Jimmy mentioned the both of you.

You hear Lizzie’s lovely laugh and you glanced at her to see her smile.

“Ah yes, yes. I heard about it.” you respond as you shift the way you sit a little and smile.

“Let’s just go straight to everybody’s favorite scene after you kiss Rachel’s character.” Benedict and Rachel playfully do a hand gesture as if they are locking their mouth. Rachel even throws the imaginary key of the lock to you.

“What? What is it? Are we missing something?” puzzled with what he just saw, Jimmy asked. His gaze bouncing back and forth between the four of you.

“Oh no. Nothing. Nothing.” Benedict denies the question and laughs. Jimmy then looks at Rachel, hoping he will get an answer and Rachel pretends jokingly to look around with a smile.

“Ah, I see. We’ll get back to you two later.” Jimmy adds.

“So, back to you, Y/n.” Jimmy looks at you and with that he interviews you some questions regarding the movie. Three questions and some jokes later, you thought he was done asking you but you were wrong.

“As the newcomer in MCU, fans are dying to know about your current love —” Jimmy was interrupted by the cheering women fans in the studio. He smiles as he slightly lifts up his hand asking for some silence to continue.

You laugh as your cheek blush and you tap your hands gently multiple times on your thighs nervously. You and Lizzie knew sooner or later that this question would come.

“Are you seeing someone now?”

“As in dating or hallucinating?” Once more you joke around and everybody instantly laughs.

“Good one. Good one. Nice try on stalling to answer the question.” Jimmy responds humorously in between laughs.

You sneaked another quick glance to Lizzie then looked at Jimmy. “Well, I’m taken, married actually.” you finally answered and you subtly show the wedding ring on your ring finger and awkwardly laugh.

“Wait.. Wait.. Wait.. What?? When did this all happen? Last time you were here, you were single.” Jimmy exclaimed.

“Yes I was but now I’m happily married.” The audiences are in awe with your answer.

“Okay, okay. Congratulations! Wow. What an exciting surprise. Is your husband from the movie industry as well?” Jimmy asks curiously.

“Wife.” You corrected it with an excited smile. Surely, Jimmy looks surprised yet excited for you. A huge cloud of curiosity flows over Jimmy and all of the audiences instantly.

“Awww! Who is this lucky woman?” Jimmy asks and shortly after people start to chant “Who is she? Who is she?”

The four of you laugh. Rachel and Benedict try to keep their expression that they know the truth. Nobody notices that Lizzie looks at you and gives you a subtle small wink and you take that as your cue that it’s time to let people know.

“Okay. Okay. My wife is a very lovely woman. She is the sweetest so I’m the lucky one. We have been friends since the first time I came to this industry. She helps me and teaches what she knows in acting.”

“Oh?! So she is an actress?” Jimmy tries harder to dig more.

“Yes she is. Lizzie and I have been married for five months now.” In a split second, everybody in their seats cheers, applauses and goes crazy.

“Oh my god! I knew it! I knew it!” Jimmy exclaimed with a huge smile, raising his fists as if he just won a jackpot.

A few minutes later silence slowly covers up the cheerings.

“Okay, since the tea has been spilled, Lizzie, let’s switch seats so you can sit next to your wife.” Benedict stands up and gives up his seat to Lizzie. Everybody looks at you and Lizzie in awe as soon as she sits next to you and holds your hands.

Jimmy quickly connects the dots and asks one unexpected question.

“Wait, so does it mean that the improvised jealous Scarlet Witch was actually real?” An image of the scene shows up on the giant screen as Jimmy’s hand points at it. “I meant Wanda’s expression looks so real that I can even feel it when I watch it. Were you really jealous, Elizabeth?” he continues.

“Uh oh.” Benedict's short remark lures some laugh from you and Lizzie.

“Tell him, Lizzie.” Rachel joins in jokingly.

Lizzie laughs awkwardly, blush creeps up on her cheeks. “Oh my gosh. This was embarrassing. So, in my defense, I didn’t know— well actually I forgot that there was a kissing scene between Y/n and Rachel. I was just taking a break and chilling with Benedict then I saw them kissing, I didn’t know they were filming. So yeah and then that happened. Eeeeend scene.” Lizzie explained.

Jimmy lets out a pretend gasp and looks at Benedicts. “Why didn’t you stop her?” Everybody laughs.

“Oh I was just so puzzled because she just suddenly stood up, excused herself and told me she would be right back. I tried to stop her, I wish I had the time stone with me at that time.” The  dark haired man responded with some laughs.

“Rachel, you were hiding behind Y/n’s back.” Jimmy examines the giant picture.

“Yes, yes I was. To be honest, I was so bamboozled and my mind tried to think if Lizzie was really mad with me because I don’t want her to be mad at me or if it was just Wanda’s part in the scene. My mind starts to question in those short minutes if Wanda will push me with her wiggly woo in it because I have all the wire around me and I wasn’t ready if they were gonna do a sudden pull on me with them.” Rachel smiles at Lizzie and you.

Jimmy nods at Rachel’s answer then looks at you. “I was as confused as Rachel was but I tried to calm her down because I knew it was all a misunderstanding. Lizzie never really shows jealousy but I’m not gonna lie she actually looked so cute and adorable.”  You look at her in adoration and rub your thumb in the back of her hand. Lizzie gives you a smile back.

“Wow, I never knew behind that iconic scene was actually a funny moment. So Sam, the director, decided to use that scene for the movie?” Jimmy lets out his thoughts.

“Yes, he did.” Another shy laugh followed Lizzie’s answer. With that, the show continues with a little more questions and everything goes well.

You and Lizzie are happy with people’s positive reaction at the show about your relationship until some comments you read on social media a few days after.

_____

You and Lizzie are having a relaxing week before the Golden Globe award event this weekend. You are sitting in the backyard scrolling on the internet while Lizzie is doing her gardening vlog.

“Hi babe. What you doin’ there?” Lizzie asks as she grabs a glass of iced tea you made for her and sits next to you once she is done with her plants.

“Oh nothing. Jimmy’s show that we were in is up on the channel and internet. So I was just reading people’s comments.” you answer while your gaze is glued to the screen of your tablet.

“Oh? I hope they are all good comments?” she responds after a sip. “Hm yeah, they are.” you mindlessly answer but she notices your facial expression. You squint a little as you read more. Your eyebrow knitting together and your lips pressing in a straight line without even realizing it.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Lizzie’s tone sounds a little concerned.

“Ah nothing to be worried about, Liz. Some people are just funny with their comments and really need to find something else to do.” your hand did an air quote on the word funny and you laughed.

“What did you mean? What comment? Let me see.” Lizzie's curiosity takes over and she opens her palm, waiting for you to hand her the tablet.

“Just promise me, don’t worry about the comments and ignore them, okay, love. They really don’t bother me.” you subtly demand shortly before you let her read them.

“I can’t believe that Lizzie married Y/n Y/L/N. I hope it was just a lie.”

“Y/n is a new actress, she probably just wanted fame from being with Lizzie.”

“I think this whole thing was a skit to gain more fans attention, she probably lied about being married to Lizzie.”

“Even though IF it was true that they are married, she just uses Lizzie as her ride to fame. I’m sure as soon as she gets enough fame or movies, Y/n will leave her.”

The more she reads the comments, the more upset she looks. “I’m not happy with this, Y/n. We gotta do something about this.”

“No, I don’t think we have to do anything about it. I’m sure the comments will soon be old news and people will forget about it. I don’t really care what people say about me, Lizzie.” you express your point of view.

“I do. I will do something about it.”

“Wait, what are you going to do?”

“We’ll see. Don’t worry, darling. Everything is under control.” She kisses your cheeks and smiles, not giving you any clue what’s on her mind. You try to shrug it off and not to worry about it.

Few days later, there are more comments, both positive and negative about you and Lizzie’s. There are even videos in the media from the influencers or fans talking about them and going viral.

_____

Today is the Golden Globe award day. It’s the first big event since you got married. After hours of getting ready, you and Lizzie finally arrived at the venue. As soon as both of you got out of the car and walked to the red carpet spot, fans went all hyped up and so did the paparazzi and the media. You and Lizzie sometimes stop to sign some autographs.

You hear a bunch of voices calling Lizzie’s and your name. It’s your and Lizzie’s turn to be on the red carpet, camera flashes start to show up from every direction. Lizzie holds your hand as she poses with a smile and her eyes look at the camera.

The photographers caught some cute moments of you and Lizzie smiling at each other with the look of love.

Suddenly, Lizzie pulls you closer to her and kisses you on the lips to show the world how much she loves you and how happily married she is to you. She wanted to show all the internet trolls who said bad things about you to just mind their own business.

After the kiss, Lizzie smiles and says “I love you.” and without a doubt you say it back to her and it all caught on camera.

At the end of the red carpet, Lavern Cox is already waiting for you two to come and interview you.

“Oh my god, here comes the newlywed. One of the IT couples. Hi you guys. Both of you look amazing tonight!” She greets you and Lizzie.

“Hello, Lavern. Thank you. So glad to see you again.” you replied after you and Lizzie gave her friendly kiss on the cheeks.

“Me too, Y/n! Congratulations on the wedding! You both make a perfect couple and Lizzie, that kiss just now, I was in awe when I saw it. That was a pretty strong statement you made after things went viral about you two.” Lavern said shortly before she directed her microphone to Lizzie and you to respond.

You start with an awkward laugh. “I really didn’t expect the kiss, Lizzie always surprises me with her lovely and sweet gesture. I really appreciate her ways of showing her love and I’m really proud to show up as her wife tonight.” You can’t hold back a smile as soon as you are done saying your part and Lizzie takes her turn. Lizzie’s eyes are drinking the view of your smile in awe.

“Nice to see you again, Lavern. Thank you. It’s always nice to see our friends here and I think tonight is the perfect time for us to openly come out as being married to each other. I thank all the fans for their support and I would also like to tell some of the people who spread bad words or lies about Y/n to just leave her alone. We are happily married, we love each other sincerely. Y/n has been a great partner for me and she loves me for who I am. She could be famous even without me because she is a very talented actress and amazing person.” Her gentle smile looks totally opposite from her subtle firm tone as she expresses her thoughts towards the end of her statement.

“I couldn’t agree more with you, Lizzie. Wow, I love you so much for standing up for Y/n.” Lavern compliments her and continues with a few more questions about the outfits you and Lizzie wear tonight before the usher leads the two of you to the ballroom.

After having a little small talk with the others on the table, you gently hold Lizzie’s hand under the table and whisper to her “Thank you so much for standing up for me. I’m so lucky to have you.”

Lizzie’s gaze gently locks on yours and she replies with a loving smile. “Of course, babe. Like I said, everything is under control.” she gives you a quick peck on your lips then tonight’s host starts the event.

Everybody had a great time. At the end of the night, the crowd cheers even more positively as you and Lizzie walk out.

A/n: Welp, that's all from me for today, peeps! I hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you think. Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. Follow me for more and see you in next!

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