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Triage

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

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Summary: A slightly reckless and exceedingly charming paramedic carries a young girl into your ER, proving that not all superheroes wear capes.

Warnings: strictly 18+ due to the AU, set in an emergency room, I am not a healthcare worker and my medical knowledge is limited to what I’ve seen in Greys Anatomy lol, incident where people are injured from a derailed train, mentions of wounds & surgery & loss of life, injuries to a young child, needles & stitching, my terrible attempt at writing flirty banter

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: based off the winner of this poll, we say hello to paramedic!Bucky ❤️ this is my first entry for the Connect 4: Into an Alternate June-iverse Event by @buckybarnesevents, fulfilling the prompt ‘First Responder AU’. Thank you to @rookthorne who looked this over for me and gave me the confidence to keep writing it 🩵 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“Incoming trauma. Train collided with a car and derailed. First wave ETA three minutes.”

At the moment your director of emergency medicine announces the tragedy and flood of imminently arriving patients, the televisions in the emergency room switch to breaking news - a presenter, wearing a solemn expression, speaks as a split screen shows what you can only describe as a colossal catastrophe.

The ER becomes silent as all eyes focus on the screens, only the rhythmic beeping of the pulse oximeters cut through the silence, a heavy weight blanketing the room as the realisation of what you’re seeing sets in.

You can’t hear what precisely he’s saying, but you can’t bring yourself to look away whilst watching the live chopper vision of smoke billowing from the train laying unnaturally on its side, barely any movement from the scene makes you wonder if anyone could have survived the incident.

The three minutes before the ambulances arrive go by in a flash, feeling like you hardly have time to mentally prepare for the extent of injuries and potential loss of life you will be facing. Then, almost in an instant, as if flicking a switch, chaos in its purest form descends upon the emergency room.

You watch on as paramedics and firefighters wheel patients in on gurneys, one by one filling up the limited trauma beds in the ER. Dr Stephen Strange directs medical personnel, making sure each case is assigned to an appropriate physician, the more serious injuries bypassing trauma intake all together and heading straight towards surgery.

Your eyes land on one man in particular between the sensory overload of people - tall, broad shoulders with long chestnut hair, carrying a young girl with one strong arm as he pushes a gurney with the other. Who you can only assume is the girl's mother, is unconscious and has blood staining the roots of her long blonde hair. Your heart aches for them as she’s handed over to the surgery team in wait, and even though the ER is filled with many conflicting loud voices, you hear the high pitched cry of the young girl for her mommy. The paramedic, now with his second arm free, pulls her into his chest before making his way to one of the trauma beds.

“You!” Dr Strange’s voice pulls your attention back to the fray and you find he’s pointing directly to you - you’ll forgive him for forgetting the name of a new resident during this moment of crisis. “The young girl with Barnes, she’s your responsibility.” That’s all the instruction he has time for before moving onto the next resident.

As you make your way through the maze of people towards the young girl, your mind flashes back to the footage of the wreckage and how grim it appeared. It seems like a miracle that this young girl is conscious and looks relatively unharmed with the exception of a few abrasions.

“I’m the one who brought her in, she’ll be all alone while her mother is in surgery, all I’m asking is to stay with her while she gets examined.” The well-built paramedic, Barnes, argues with your head nurse, pride and admiration swelling warm in your chest - he’s standing up for a scared, young girl who can’t voice what she needs right now.

“That’s perfectly fine.” You cut in, knowing Christine is a stickler for protocol and would never allow non-family members to stay with patients, even in dire circumstances. If there is a time to bend the rules slightly, you figure this is it. “I think she feels a lot more comfortable with you here anyway, isn’t that right sweetie?” The young girl nods her head, little hands reaching out to grab hold of the paramedics’ large one, eyes brimming with frightened tears.

“Thank you.” He mouths as Christine storms off to deal with the many other patients that require her attention. Your focus now switches to the precious girl in front of you - no matter how hectic the ER gets, how devastating the incident is, your thoughts need to be directed solely on her care, and not ogling at the attractive EMT who is currently soothing her.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” You ask the scared, little girl, but not before offering your own as a sign of good faith. She looks up to Barnes for reassurance before answering.

“Sasha.” She confesses with a small voice, partially hiding her face in the broad paramedic’s arm as she does so.

“Okay Sasha, I’m here to check you over, help patch up these cuts and make sure you have no other injuries so we can get you up to see your mommy as soon as possible. Can I do that for you?” She nods her head, sitting up a little straighter in the bed all the while maintaining a tight hold on Barnes’ hand.

“Can you tell me who your friend here is, Sasha?” You ask as you start your examination, feeling the medics’ pair of eyes watching you intently, something more than just concern for your patient's well-being has heat creeping up your chest to the tips of your ears in silent attraction.

“Bucky. He pulled me from the train.”

“All by himself? Wow, he must be super strong to do that.” You glance up at Bucky to find him staring at you with what you hope is a mixture of captivation and endearment. He offers an enchanting smile, making butterflies, which have no right to exist in an emergency room, flutter in your stomach.

“He also got my mommy too.” Sasha adds, you suspect with the youthful intent to impress you even more.

“As well!” You say in a dramatic tone which makes her beam a proud smile that she did in fact amaze you. “Sasha, I think you got rescued by a real life superhero.” You continue in a staged whisper that not only has Sasha giggling, but brings a flush to Bucky’s cheeks. The bashful blush only makes him more attractive in your eyes.

As you continue your examination, cleaning and bandaging all lacerations, keeping Sasha distracted by asking about her favourite activities and animals, you can progressively feel her opening up and trusting you more. From your experience, it can be difficult to earn a child’s trust when they are in such a foreign place, surrounded by strangers, and in particular in this scenario, when a parent isn’t around. Having Bucky, whom she formed a bond with as soon as he rescued her from the train, stay by her side through the ordeal, has been to both your benefit.

Once you cleaned all her cuts, making sure Bucky held her hands so Sasha could squeeze when the disinfectant caused a sharp, stinging sensation, you begin examining her stomach, prodding her abdomen for any signs of tenderness.

“Does that hurt, Sasha?” You enquire when she flinches and whines at your touch.

“Yes, right there.” You're proud she trusts you enough to admit that, though now concerned about potential internal bleeding. You need to act fast, but you don’t want to instil more fear in her given she’s already had a large dose today.

“Okay, it’s nothing to worry about yet, but I’m going to order you a scan so we can see what’s going on in your tummy.” Your eyes flick instinctively to Bucky, to provide some consolation in a time where you’re both worried about the young girl you’ve both become attached to in such a short time. You see the considerable concern furrowed in his brow soften when his eyes meet yours.

“Will it hurt?” Sasha’s frightened voice breaks your heart - she’s had to endure enough pain and suffering for the day, watching her mother cling to life in an ambulance, you’re desperate not to add to it.

“Not at all, it’s as painless as having your picture taken!” You explain, watching the alarm melt from her features, and feeling the tension in Bucky’s shoulders relax simultaneously. “All you have to do is stay really, really still, can you do that for Bucky and I?” The notion that there is a Bucky and you makes something in your chest buoyant.

“Yes!” She promises without missing a beat and Bucky squeezes her small hands with a relieved smile.

When Sasha’s attention turns to the nurse whose job it is to take her up for the scan, you notice Bucky discretely wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. He says a sweet goodbye before she’s wheeled away, knowing this is where a paramedic and hospital patient part ways. Sasha enthusiastically waves back to both of you as the nurses wheels her away, not stopping until they turn a corner and she’s completely out of sight.

Bucky clears the lump in his throat before stating, “I think it’s my turn to leave now.”

“Don’t think I can’t see you wincing every time you move. Sit your cute butt down, you aren’t going anywhere till I check you over too.” You say as you finish completing the form to refer Sasha for the CT scan, missing the downright cheeky smirk plastered on Bucky's face.

“You think I have a cute butt, huh?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and you have to fight the corners of your mouth from upturning in a smile. He does have a cute butt - not that you’ve been staring - but you’re certainly not admitting that to his gorgeous face.

“Not the point - now, shirt off so I can take a look.” Finishing your paperwork, you finally look up to notice his cocked head and flirty smile. Having studied long hours in med school and worked even longer hours all last year as an intern, you recognise it’s been a while since a stranger has looked at you with this level of desire.

“At least buy me dinner before you ask to see me naked.”

“I’m a doctor, I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” You challenge, even though you’re positive his strapping frame, which fills out his uniform completely, will be even more impressive without a shirt. You have to swallow the saliva forming in your mouth so you quite literally don’t drool at the thought of his unclad body.

“Why don’t we find an on-call room and I can prove to you it’s not.” He teases in a low, alluring voice and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself smiling like an idiot - it, however, does not stop your face from warming like a heating pad. It’s infuriating how beautiful he is, and it’s definitely criminal to act as cocky as he is right now.

“Only if you let me patch you up first.” You bargain.

Bucky finally concedes, unbuttoning and shrugging off his uniform shirt to reveal a wound in his side about the length of a teaspoon which is still trickling blood. The tightening concern which overwhelms your body at the sight of the gash, which is much worse than you predicted he’d be concealing and will require stitches, distracts you from the allure of seeing his shirtless chest.

You shake your head, knowing he would have been fully aware he was injured since pulling Sasha and her mom from the train, and in an incredible amount of pain, but waited until others received treatment before allowing himself to be tended to.

“You should have told me about this.” Tentatively you place gauze over the cut, gently applying pressure to stop the oozing but not firm enough where he’s in pain. You can feel his attentive eyes following your every careful move, and maybe it’s just your imagination, but you swear you can hear his breath hitch in his throat and feel his thumping heartbeat quicken as your hands graze his bare skin.

“There are many people in need of more urgent care than me.”

You look up at him from your position tending to his abdomen to find his face intimately close to yours. You can’t help yourself, being this close to him, but your eyes flicker to his lips, noticing a faint scar along his top lip you could only perceive by being this close.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it at all.”

Bucky gazes deeply into your eyes with a vulnerability which makes you doubt whether anyone has ever appraised him that he is worth taking care of. The thought feels like a punch to your gut.

“It’s relatively superficial, I can look after it myself.” He attempts to brush you off. If this weren’t your first time meeting the guy, and you didn’t feel like you were overstepping by protesting, you wouldn’t let him dismiss you so easily. “Can’t you overlook protocol this one time and give me the okay to get back out in the field? We are still looking through the wreckage for survivors, need all hands on deck” He flashes you wide, puppy dog eyes which have you melting at the knees. You suspect this isn’t the first time he’s used this ploy to get what he wants.

As if he can sense your resolve dissolving the longer you look in his mesmerising eyes, he starts to stand. But no, you aren’t going to let those ocean blues and infectious smile stop you from doing your job, and showing Bucky that his well-being is just as important as anyone else who came into the ER today. Placing your hands on his bare, broad shoulders, you push him back down onto the bed.

“You won’t be able to help anyone when you’re back in here with sepsis because this wound got infected.” You comment as you prepare the suture kit and implements you’ll need to first clean out the wound.

“At least that way I’d be able to see you again.” He jests, before sharp intake of breath as you begin disinfecting and debriding the laceration.

Even though you realise he’s joking, hopefully only about not taking care of his wound properly and not about wanting to see you again, you suspect there’s a small sliver of truth he’s hiding. There typically is a grain of truth in every joke - he seriously would have returned to the scene without receiving treatment if you hadn’t stopped him, twice.

“You don’t need the excuse of a life threatening illness to see me again. In fact, I would prefer it that way.”

Bucky eyes you with fondness as you finish up washing out his wound, even through the sharp sting and you expressing your disapproval of his careless actions. You’re not sure what you’ve done to deserve the warmth in his gaze, but you enjoy it nonetheless.

Once the area is numbed, you can instantly sense the ease which overcomes Bucky at no longer being in discomfort. Though the grunts and groans that slipped past his lips were rather sexy, you much rather seeing him in an absence of pain.

The two of you stay in comfortable silence as you lend all your attention to the placement and execution of each stitch, knowing that if you do a good enough job, a wound this size will heal to an almost imperceptible scar. Though it’s difficult, you restrain your focus from how the taut muscles of his stomach flex as you're working.

“Alright, almost good as new.” Is what you comment once you’ve thrown the last stitch and placed a bandage over the area. “You’re ready to get back to being a real life superhero.” You tease, knowing the effect the word had on him last time. You’re pleased to see that same blush bloom lightly over his high cheekbones.

“Thanks for lookin’ after me, doc.” Bucky shows his gratitude with a lopsided smile you could get so used to basking in. As he buttons up his shirt, you allow your eyes to linger on his clearly defined abs for a second before they’re covered over. He really has no right to be as gorgeous and charming as he is. “And for being such a bright light in what has otherwise been a very dark day.”

“Same to you, Bucky.” Guilt eats away at a small part of you that during what is for a lot of people in this hospital such a tragic day, you’ve instead actually enjoyed the company of a cheeky paramedic.

“Take care of Sasha for me, won’t you?”

“She’s in the best hands.”

“I don’t doubt that for a minute.” He says with a tone which makes you think he’s only referring to you, when you were in fact meaning the entire hospital staff. Your heart flutters at the implication.

When neither of you say anything more, silence lingering for an almost awkward length, Bucky turns to leave. Even though you know you eventually must part ways, your heart aches that the end has seemingly come so soon. Luckily, you have a reason to call him back and spend an extra moment together.

“Hang on, you need to sign a release form before you’re allowed to go.” You say, hand brushing his as you provide a clipboard and pen, a shiver running up your arm which you hope Bucky doesn’t notice. If he does, he doesn’t mention it as instead he quickly surveils the document and chuckles.

“If you wanted my phone number, all you had to do was ask.” Damn him and that cheeky, smug grin you’re already falling for.

“This is purely protocol.” You counter, wanting to take his cocky persona down a peg. Bucky simply smirks, as if he can easily see through your half-truth like glass.

“So you’re telling me you don’t want my number?” He challenges, and though you don’t want to admit he’s won this back and forth between the two of you, you’ll consider yourself a winner as long as you come away with a means of contacting him after today.

“I didn’t say that.”

He hands you back the clipboard, a corner of the sheet torn off with his number scribbled specifically for you to take. You try not to look too desperate by taking the note immediately and putting it in your pocket as you plan on doing as soon as he isn’t watching you.

“The next time I see you, I hope we won’t be in an emergency room.” The suggestion there will be a next time makes giddiness rise in your chest as if you’re a schoolgirl with a crush.

“Don’t count your luck, James.” You tease, having spied his true first name on his patient form. “I haven’t called yet.” You try to sound calm, even though you can feel your heartbeat quickening the longer those captivating blue eyes regard your every move.

“I have a feeling you will, even if it is just to tell me Sasha’s pulled through alright,” Bucky pauses, slowly leaning in so you have a perfect view of his exquisite eyes, and his dilated pupils, as he lowers his voice. “Or for a rain check on that on-call room rendezvous.” He calls your bluff before flashing what you’re now sure is his signature smirk, leaving you with a fluttering heart and butterflies in your stomach.

As you watch Bucky walk out the exit of the ER, turning to shoot you a wink before the door closes behind him, you know three things for certain: firstly, you’ll definitely call him tomorrow, secondly, this man is going to utterly ruin you, and finally, you’re going to let him.

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mountttmase · 1 year

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Hiii, can you please write something based on “Until I found you” Stephen Sanchez song?? Thank you ❤️

Until I Found You

Note - okay but I love this song 😌 thank you so much for sending this to me I hope you like this 🩵 if you haven’t listened to it then please do here. feedback would be very much appreciated like always 💕

Pairing - Mason Mount x Reader

Word count - 4.1k

Warnings - angst and fluff

Mason hadn’t been right for a few weeks now, a far cry from the boy you met a few months back and it’s like you could physically feel him pulling away from you yet you’d barely been together long enough to feel like what it could be like to be in his life properly.

You’d met Mason in a coffee shop after you’d brought the last millionaires shortbread that he also had his eye on and after failing to convince you to sell it to him, he’d somehow managed to trick you into giving him your number. You met him the week after for dinner after texting for the whole week and he’d swept you off your feet from the moment he flashed you his pearly whites.

You knew things hadn’t been great for him at Chelsea, and string of small injuries weren’t helping but you were hoping you could help take his mind off of things and you saw each other as often as you could. He was becoming a shell of himself though, that gorgeous smile of his never seeming to quite reach his eyes anymore and his loud and talkative persona had seemingly vanished. He didn’t seem to want to talk that much, evenings now spent quietly in each others arms where you tried to reassure him with gentle touches and kisses.

He was driving back after a candle lit dinner where he’d been nothing but charming and made you forget about everything you’d been worrying about for weeks, but the drive home was tense and silent and you couldn’t work out why but when he pulled up outside your building rather than his house like you had already agreed you looked at him him confusion.

‘Mase? Why are we here? I thought we staying at yours?’ You asked, turning to look at him but you felt you tummy drop immediately. He wasn’t looking at you but you could see the tears running down his face and he started down at his fingers that sat in his lap.

‘I’m really sorry, y/n’ he whispered, your heart sinking as you knew what was coming next but you were unsure as to why. ‘I don’t think I can do this anymore’

You couldn’t speak, the breath knocked out of you as you took in his words. He was ending things before they’d even really started and you couldn’t figure out why.

‘Did I do something?’ You whispered, wanting some sort of explanation even if it hurt more than anything else ever had and you felt him reach for your hands, gripping them tightly as he turned to face you but you didn’t have the strength to look at him.

‘You haven’t done a single thing, I promise you. It’s all on me’ he told you, his voice sounding pained as he tried to explain his thoughts. ‘I’m not myself at the minute and I can’t be what you deserve right now. You’re so so lovely and kind and beautiful and you should be with someone who can give you the world. I’m not that guy right now’

‘Don’t, Mason’ you sobbed, trying to pull away from him but he wouldn’t let you, grabbing your face gently so you would look at him and the sincerity in his eyes.

‘It’s true, y/n please please listen to me. If I was ready to fall in love with someone then you would be it. I swear on everything I have you are the perfect girl for me, but I can’t be what you deserve right now’

‘Why? I don’t understand’ you whispered

‘I Just think I need time on my own to sort myself out and be a better person. Not just for me but for everyone around me. Including you’ he explained and even though you understood it still hurt like hell. ‘I don’t want you to wait for me though, I don’t know how long this is gonna take and you deserve to be happy, even if it’s not with me’

‘But I… but I thought..’ you tried speaking but the words weren’t coming out, your heart breaking as you slowly came to terms with why he was saying before the sobs wracked through you. You hid your face in your hands and you let everything out in his passenger seat, his arms holding you close to his as you felt his body shake as you both cried out all out pain.

You could hear him sobbing out the words I’m sorry and even though you were hurt beyond belief you knew he needed your comfort. There was no way he’d be able to get home in this state so you took his face in your hands, pressing small kisses to his cheeks and whispering to him that it was okay until he had calmed down.

‘Are you gonna be okay getting back?’ You asked him gently ‘you can come in for a bit if you want? Just to sort yourself out I don’t want you to have an accident on the way home’

‘I’m fine I promise’ he told you, rubbing his eyes to get the to stop watering before he looked up at you again. He looked so incredibly sad and it made you want to cry all over again. ‘I just want you to know, I’m doing this for you, yeah? Cause I care about you and your happiness and I hate feeling like I’m bringing you down’

‘You’re not-‘

‘Please don’t, y/n please. You deserve the world and I haven’t been able to give you that in a while’ he told you, holding your hand again gently as if he was scared that you were going to pull away. ‘I want you to know that you can still trust me yeah? I mean everything I’m saying. This isn’t me trying to fob you off so I can go date half of England. I don’t wanna be with anyone if it’s not gonna be you but I cant be what you need’

‘I understand’ you told him, and you heard him let out a little breath of relief at your words. ‘I know we haven’t said it but I do love you Mason. And if this is what you need to do then I’ll accept it’ you said, eyes on the floor as you heard him gasp in surprise before titling your face up to look at him.

‘I love you, too’ he whispered, fresh tears falling from each of your eyes as the reality of each others words hit you. ‘That’s why I’m doing this. It’s out of love and I know it doesn’t make it any easier. ’

‘I know’ you murmured, reaching down to the floor for your bag so you could make your way out of his car, turning back to him slightly so you could say your final words. ‘If you need me, just call me yeah? I’m here for you even if you don’t think you deserve it’ you told him quietly before reaching for the door handle.

‘I really am sorry’ he whimpered and you nodded as you looked out the window.

‘I know. I hope you figure things out Mase’ You whispered and fearing you might break down in front of him again you swiftly made your way of his car

He let you go without a fight, sitting in his car until you’d made it inside and once you were in the safety of your own home you finally let your walls come crashing down again. You’d thought you’d finally found him. The elusive one that everyone is always looking for but in the blink of an eye you were alone again

The coming weeks were tough, your emotions were all over the place and whilst you tried to hold it together, you didn’t fully understand what had happened for you to process it properly.

You knew anything to do with Mason would hurt too much to be around at the moment so you unfollowed him on everything as well as most Chelsea related things which stung a bit as you’d come to support them over the last few months but you couldn’t face the thought of seeing him. The only thing you kept was his number as you’d promised that he could text you if he needed to but you were starting to wonder if that was a good idea.

You weren’t quite sure how, but you’d made it to three months without him. You were still crushed about how things had ended but you’d grown to accept it as he felt he couldn’t give you what you deserved and you were partly thankful that he hadn’t dragged you through a relationship he couldn’t fully commit to.

You hadn’t been able to look at another guy though, using the time to also work on yourself a little bit and figure out what you wanted out of a relationship. Unfortunately your mind always came back to Mason and what could of been as he was seemingly the perfect guy for you however you just wished the timing would of been better.

It was a Sunday night and you were sat scrolling through TikTok when your arm got tired and you ended up dropping your phone on your face before it fell off the bed and down the side where you couldn’t reach.

‘Oh shit’ you huffed, rolling over and reaching down to feel for it but it was just out of your grasp. You could just about touch the screen though and your worst fears were suddenly realised when you heard the sound of the phone ringing through the AirPods in your ears. You’d obviously pressed the call button and you had no idea if they’d pick up and no way of ending the call either but you were hoping whoever it was wouldn’t answer.

‘Hello?… y/n? You there?’ You heard Mason say, your blood running cold at the sound of his voice. It had been months since you’d heard it and you hated the way it still gave you butterflies. ‘Y/n? I can hear you breathing’ he laughed and you sat yourself up, coughing quietly before speaking.

‘H-hey, Mason. Sorry I dropped my phone down the side of my bed and I’ve been trying to grab it. I must of called you by accident’

‘That’s okay, don’t apologise’

‘You can hang up if you want, I can’t quite reach it still. Unless you wanna listen to me struggle for another five minutes’ you told him, trying to ease the tension a bit and when you heard him laugh properly you felt your chest tighten at the sound.

‘No, I don’t wanna hang up. I’ve sort of been wanting to talk to you for weeks now but I’ve been too scared to call’ he murmured, making you gulp and you sat up properly. ‘Is that okay?’

‘Um, yeah that’s okay’ you told him but you were freaking out inside. You had only just settled back into life without Mason so to now have him back in your ear was making your tummy churn. ‘H-how have you been?’

‘Yeah not bad, not bad at all. You?’

‘Yeah I’ve been good thanks’

‘Good, I’m glad’ he told you, and you could hear the smile in his voice. A sound that you’d hadn’t heard at all towards the end of your relationship.

Their pair of you carried on chatting lightly, not even paying attention to the time as you still didn’t have your phone to hand. You both seemed to of slipped back into how things were, cracking jokes and laughing as you reminisced about the past but caught each other up on what you’d missed. Your whole soul felt lighter than it had in months listening to him laugh and you wanted nothing more than to see his face so you could watch his eyes light up like they used to. ‘Listen, it’s getting late and I’m conscious of your bed time’ he laughed, trying to make a joke of how much you loved to sleep and you shook your head as you laid down to try and reach your phone again.

‘How late is it? I still don’t have my- ah! Got it’ you cheered as you finally made contact with your phone, pulling it to see it was now gone 11 and you’d been on the phone for the better part of an hour and a half. ‘Oh Jesus I didn’t think it would be that late’

‘I’m sorry’ he laughed before you heard him gulp, getting ready to say something he was nervous about. ‘So listen, I go away with England for a little while in a couple of weeks and I was hoping I could see you beforehand?’

‘Oh…’ you breathed, your heart hammering in your chest at the thought of him wanting to see you and if you could physically handle it.

‘You don’t have to tell me now, just think about it yeah?’

‘Okay’ you whispered

‘Okay’ he laughed and you felt yourself smile too. ‘Just text me or something yeah? I’ll let you go get your beauty sleep but I’m really glad we got to talk today’

‘Me too’ you whispered, feeling your face heat up as you shut your eyes.

‘Good night, y/n’

‘Good night, Mase’

You gave into him quicker than you had meant to, texting him the next afternoon to say you were free to see him one evening next week and he let you know he’d arrange everything and pick you up on Wednesday night so he could take you to dinner. He didn’t give you much more information other than that, and you felt nervous as paced up and down your living room. You were unsure if you were over dressed or underdressed, if he’d like you did your hair now or the colour of your nails but a knock on the door made you stop in your tracks.

You curiosity went over to open it, unsure as to who would want you at this time but you opened it up to reveal Mason looking back at you with the heartwarming smile you fell in love with all those months ago.

‘Hey’ he breathed, his whole face lighting up with a smile that you couldn’t help but mirror. ‘it’s so good to see you’ he told you, and he looked like he really meant it, unsure if he was allowed you pull you in for a hug or not but in the end he just stuffed his hands into his pockets to avoid any awkwardness.

He looked different, a good different. His hair was a bit shorter but his beard was longer and he seemed to be standing taller than he ever had. His skin was glowing and your favourite dimple popped in his cheek as he gave you a genuine smile that made his eyes crinkle.

‘Hey Mason’ you swallowed nervously, unable to look at him properly as the nerves took over you. ‘I didn’t expect you to knock, let me just get my things’ you told him, quickly running off to grab your coat and bag before meeting him by the door again.

‘Sorry, just felt a bit weird texting you I was here, thought I’d be a gentleman and come and get you’ he smiled as you locked your door, scratching the back of his neck before leading you down to his car where he opened your door for you. The last time you were in here he was breaking up with you and the memory hit you like a slap in the face. You gave him a shy smile as you climbed in and you watched him take a few deep breaths as he made his way round to his side. ‘You ready?’ He smiled and you gave your head a nod as he pulled away from the pavement.

‘So where are we going?’ You asked, trying to get a bit of conversation going as you could tell you were both a bit terrified but he looked over with a gentle smile that eased you a little bit.

‘It’s a surprise. I think you’ll like it though’ he winked and you felt your face flush at the gesture. You kept the conversation light, talking about what you’d been up to that day and as soon as he pulled into the car park you knew where you were. The place he’d taken you on your very first date all those months ago.

You didn’t know what to say, and he was out of the door and opening yours before you had time to think about anything else, gently taking his extended hand so he could help you out and you felt the butterflies swarm as your skin touched his for the first time in a long time. He dropped your hand soon after but it founds it’s place on your waist as he guided you inside and he was as charming as ever with the staff as they led you over to your table, pulling your chair out for you and you sent him a grateful smile as he tucked you in before sitting opposite you.

‘Is this okay?’ He asked opening up his menu with a shy smile on his face and your heart raced at how good he looked in the dim lighting.

‘It’s perfect, thank you’ you told him quietly before you both looked over what you wanted.

‘Thank you for agreeing to see me, I know it can’t of been an easy decision so I appreciate you being here’ he told you as soon as your orders had been placed and your waiter had gone.

‘It’s okay’

‘I need you to know though that this isn’t random or just a catch up for us to say goodbye again. I asked you here for a reason and I’d really like it if you could hear me out’ he told you seriously and you could sense the nervousness in his voice. ‘I’m really fucking sorry’ he told you, brown eyes boring into yours. ‘I know you said you understood and everything but it was still a shit thing to do. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing for the both of us’

‘I know you did’ you nodded, reaching over for his hand to offer him some sort of comfort as you could see he was getting upset about everything. His shocked eyes met yours but his beautiful smile melted you as he squeezed your hand in his. ‘Have you been okay?’ You asked

‘I’m better than I was’ he laughed, threading his fingers through yours ‘it was rough at the start I’m not gonna lie, I shut everyone out and just tried to focus on myself but that only worked well for so long. My mum came and knocked some sense into me and I started letting more people in. Everything started slowly falling into place after that.

‘Thats good’ you smiled and he nodded shyly before looking up at you with a loving stare.

‘Yeah, but there’s one piece of the puzzle missing’ he told you quietly but you were interrupted by your food arriving. Mason sent you a quick wink as you both dug in before he started asking what was new with you and if anything had changed over the last few months. You knew the he was trying to ask if you been seeing anyone lately or if you been on a date since that fateful night but you were quite happy letting him sweat about it for a little bit, choosing to talk about everything but that but he seemed happy enough catching up on everything he’d missed.

‘I’ll be honest, I sort of unfollowed everything to do with you’ you laughed and his head fell into his hands in mock disbelief. ‘How are Chelsea doing?

‘We’re getting there’ he laughed ‘took a while to find our rhythm but it happens’ he shrugged and you sent him a sympathetic smile. You both decided when you’d finished eating you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye yet and he convinced you to join him for a drink in the bar, grabbing a small table near the back where he sat next to you on the small sofa. His arm around the back of the seat and you couldn’t help but lean into him. ‘Are you really gonna leave me guessing then?’ He smiled, slightly bringing his arm around you and when you didn’t protest he held you to him properly.

‘Whatever do you mean Mr. Mount?’ You chuckled and he ticked you side playfully.

‘You know what I mean. Please put me out of my misery’ he laughed and you decided to put your big girl pants on and be honest. All the signs he was giving you made you think he wouldn’t brush you off but you still had that little voice in your head holding you back. You pushed passed it though, letting Mason know how you felt.

‘Mase, it’s alway’s been you. And as hard as these last few months have been for me, that hasn’t changed. I haven’t so much as looked at anyone else let alone talked to anyone or dated anyone’ you told him, finally looking up to meet his glossy eyes.

‘I thought I told you not to wait for me’ he smiled and you shrugged gently.

‘I’ve never been one for listening to you’ you whispered but you didn’t have much time to say anything else as he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You couldn’t help but smile, reaching up to cup his jaw as you kissed him back. You kept it gentle, revelling in the feeling of be close to him again and touching your person. He pulled back too soon for your liking, resting his forehead against your as you got your breath back.

‘I’m a fucking idiot’ he whispered, letting out a small laugh as he pulled back to look at you. ‘I was so lost in my own dark thoughts I wasn’t thinking straight. I should’ve never let you go and I promise I never will again’

‘Mase, don’t blame yourself’ you told him, resting your hand on his chest as he kissed your cheek.

‘I meant what I told you that night. If I was ready to fall for someone then it would be you. I already knew I loved you then and when you told me you loved me I knew I didn’t deserve you but I’ve not been able to get you out of my head. You’re all I’ve thought about these past months, praying that by some miracle things would work out but I was too scared to talk to you cause I’d figured you must of moved on by now. And then when you accidentally called me last week I was so close to not answering because I was petrified about what I might find out but I’m so glad you dropped your phone on your face’ he laughed and you patted his chest gently. ‘I knew I’d never fall in love again until I was back with you’ he whispered, kissing you softly as you melted at his words. ‘Let me love you again. Fall with me, I promise I’ll catch you’

You were so overwhelmed but you knew in your heart you wanted him back in your life. Too tongue tied to say anything back to him you reached up and connected your lips once again, hoping you could say everything through the touch of your lips against his rather than words and he seemed to get the idea, kissing you back before pulling back reluctantly.

‘I know I’ve got a lot of making up to do and we can go as slow as you like but can we please get out of here?’ He laughed, kissing your cheek gently as you nodded, letting him help you up before walking back to his car. Just before he opened the door up for you he lightly pressed you against it, holding you by your cheeks as he looked you in the eyes.

‘I’ll never let you go again, y/n. I promise’

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muzansfangs · 8 months

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My dear readers, welcome to the “𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬” event. Since on August 29th I’m turning twenty-four, I have decided to host this small event.

• How does it work? Being a busy person and having my requests closed, I have already set up everything. I therefore hope you will just enjoy the works that are going to be part of this collection and let me know if you are satisfied with them.

• What does the event consist in? This post will work as a real Masterlist for the twenty-four one-shots I’m going to post. I’ve chosen twenty-four male characters from Demon Slayer and Bleach, pairing each and every one of them with a line of a song I have chosen.

• Are there any other infos you should be aware of? The works will all be written in the perspective of a female reader. The contents of the works can be smut, fluff or angst and, sometimes, the various generes will be combined. I will make sure to add all the details concerning the warnings about the triggering themes in every single post.

• Anything else? This is the complete list of the works I will gradually update. There is not a specific order, but I will add the links of the one-shots whenever I get to post one of them! Thanks for the attention, your perfectionist admin.

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𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

• 505 — Gin Ichimaru x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“In my imagination you’re waiting laying on your side, with your hands between your thighs”, Arctic Monkeys.

• BABYDOLL — Douma x f!reader (NSFW)

“When I meet your eyes, the devil, he wins”, Ari Abdul.

• IF I KILLED SOMEONE FOR YOU — Aizen Sosuke x f!reader (NSFW + ANGST)

“Would you love me more, if I killed someone for you?”, Alec Benjamin

• HEART LIKE YOURS — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!reader (FLUFF)

“How could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine?”, Willamette Stone

• ATLANTIS — Urahara Kisuke x f!reader (ANGST)

“ ‘Cause in my heart and in my head, I'll never take back the things I said”, Seafret

• UNTIL I FOUND YOU — Rengoku Kyojuro x f!reader (FLUFF)

“I was lost within the darkness but then I found her, I found you”, Stephen Sanchez

• FRIENDS — Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader (NSFW)

“Tell me we’re not just friends, this doesn’t make much sense, no”, Chase Atlantic

• SWEATER WEATHER — Renji Abarai x f!reader (FLUFF + ANGST)

“ ‘Cause it’s too cold for you here and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater”, The Neighbourhood

• BLUE JEANS — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!reader (NSFW)

“You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop, but you fit me better than my favorite sweater”, Lana del Rey

• DAYLIGHT — Byakuya Kuchiki x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time. You and I drink the poison from the same vine”, David Kushner

• CARDIGAN — Tomioka Giyuu x f!reader (FLUFF)

“And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite”, Taylor Swift

• FUCK YOU IN MY HEAD — Shunsui Kyoraku x f!reader (NSFW)

“I got dirty wishes on my mind, but you will never ever know that I, I like to fuck you in my head”, Cloudy June

• BACK TO BLACK — Obanai x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. You go back to her and I go back to, I go back to us”, Amy Winehouse

• WHERE’S MY LOVE — Ulquiorra Cifer x f!reader (ANGST)

“Ooh, does she know that we bleed the same? Ooh, don’t wanna cry but I break that way”, SYML

• ALL OF ME — Kokushibo x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“Cards on the table, we're both showing hearts, risking it all, though it's hard”, John Legend

• KISS ME — Haschwalth Jugram x f!reader (FLUFF + NSFW)

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes but they don’t know me yet”, Ed Sheeran

• WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES — Shinjuro Rengoku x f!reader (FLUFF)

“When you're feeling lost I'll leave my love hidden in the sun, for when the darkness comes”, Colbie Caillat

• SAY SOMETHING — Ukitake Jushiro x f!reader (ANGST)

“And I will swallow my pride, you're the one that I love and I'm saying goodbye”, A Great Big World

• CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE — Akaza x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Shall I stay? Would it be a sin, if I can't help falling in love with you?”, Elvis Presley

• SHADOW PREACHERS — Zaraki Kenpachi x f!reader (NSFW)

“You make me wanna love, hate, cry, take, every part of you. You make me wanna scream, burn, touch, learn, every part of you”, Zella Day

• HUNGER — Yoriichi Tsugikuni x f!reader (FLUFF)

“Oh, love, let me see inside your heart, all the cracks and broken parts, the shadows in the light. There's no need to hide”, Ross Copperman

• ENJOY THE SILENCE — Shinji Hirako x f!reader (NSFW)

“All I ever wanted, all I ever needed is here in my arms. Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm”, Depeche Mode

• BREAK MY HEART MYSELF — Uzui Tengen x f!reader (ANGST + NSFW)

“I don't need your help getting off of this carousel. I don't need anybody else, 'cause I can break my heart myself”, Bebe Rexha

• VILLAIN — Shuhei Hisagi x f!reader (NSFW)

“I'll be the villain tonight. I kinda like when you despise me after we fight”, Bella Poarch

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mandy-asimp · 3 months

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Fast lane

Melissa Schemmenti x oc!racer

Smut, language, there's a fire accident at a point but other than that it's like mostly wholesome

Happy Fri-YAY🥳

It was close to Valentine's Day, the holiday would fall on a Saturday, and the school was buzzing with hearts.

The red head sat in the teachers lounge on her phone. Her eyes focusing on the text that was sent not too long ago. A geeky smile on her face.

A picture of her girlfriend in the airport with a

'good morning' text following under.

Melissa's girlfriend was constantly flying but also had long breaks in between. After all, being a famous NASCAR driver had its pros and cons.

How the two met is a story she has waited for someone to ask her about.

Melissa was with family when it happened. She was walking around trying to find anywhere to get food from when she realized she was lost. Her first instinct was to ask the first person in sight.

Which just happened to be Phoebe Stern. A new driver who was about to have her first race.

The nervousness must've really shown as Melissa met her eyes. Suddenly coming to the others aid and trying to get her to take deep breaths. "You're ok, just breathe hun. Deep breath in....and out..." she had coaxed the young woman.

After a few minutes she had calmed down and finally really looked at the woman. Meeting soft green eyes that could tell stories for days. "What's got you so worked up, huh?" Her voice. It's wasn't what the racer was expecting but it matched almost perfectly.

"It's my first race. My big debut. What if I'm not all I'm cracked up to be? What if I do so bad?" The younger began to panic again. Feeling hot tears burn her eyes.

"Hey, you're ok! You will go out there and do your absolute best. You are about to make history as the youngest female NASCAR driver. You're doing great so far, so you'll go out there and give it your absolute best. Plus you already have fans cheering you on." She reassured Phoebe. Carefully, she wiped away the spilled tears with a huge smile.

Phoebe couldn't help but feel warms don't I fly at the action. How that smile captivated her and gave her motivation to do everything in her will to win the race. The woman was her motivation. For what reason, she didn't know, but it felt right.

"Thank you, really. It's nice to know there's still people out there who care for others. I'm Phoebe, but you already knew that." She held out her hand, waiting for the other to shake it. Slightly smiling when the red head had.

"Melissa, and of course. Now, do you know where Ican get any food?" She changed the topic. Looking around a bit for any stand.

Phoebe couldn't help but let out a laugh. "There was a pizza stand just over there. The line was dragging though. But if you want, I can have Stephen to my locker room and we had a little pre-race buffet. There's still food left, feel free to help yourself really. Least I could do." The brunette offered. Her smile showing nothing but honesty and purity. "It'll also get you more for free and before the race starts."

Just then a manager came up to rush her away.

Whispering a 'let's go' before trying to usher her out to the car for a few pre-race interviews.

However, Phoebe in a quick manner rushed over to Stephen. Whispering in his ear and smiling at the woman before running off to the blue race car.

That was only their first interaction. Their second was less frantic. And more digital.

Later that night, after hours of celebrating Phoebe's first race and first win, she had gotten drunker than known. Leaving the party at nearly four in the morning in a cab back to her hotel.

Sending out a few gibberish texts and crashing.

Melissa was just waking up at the time, furrowing her brows at the unknown number but reading (trying to read) the few texts. Picking out that they were compliments of sorts and giving a sleepy smile.

She sent a few text back, mostly talking about taking care of the hangover that's going to happen and to text her when whoever it was wasn't drunk and could actually get out a full sentence. Obviously she sent it in a nicer way, with a few nicknames here and there.

Once Phoebe woke up, she immediately apologized. Mostly for getting her number without actually asking her.

That was all nearly eight years ago. Now the Daytona 500 was coming up once more. Phoebe was heading down a few days early for a lot of press events. Melissa would head down the Friday before the race.

"I think nascar is a fun thing, I wish I could attend a race once. Just to see the Wonder Woman of racing, Phoebe Stern. She's trying to bet someone's record, just don't know who's." Janine practically hopped into the teachers lounge. Acknowledging all the other teachers in the room with her cheery smile.

"Isn't it Josh something?" Gregory guessed from making his coffee.

Jacob shook his head, "No it's another female right?" He pulled out his phone, ready to look up the answer.

Before he even put in his password, Melissa chirped, "she's trying to beat Jimmie Johnson. He's won like seven Daytona races, but she has years to catch up."

The room was silent, "Melissa, I didn't take you for a NASCAR fan?" Janine sounded confused.

Loving when melissa would slightly open up about herself.

"There's a lot you don't know about me kid. I've been a fan of NASCAR for, I dunno, eight maybe nine years? Never miss a race." She hummed, going back to her phone and minding her own business.

The rest of the conversation she tuned out and just texted back and forth with her girlfriend. Attempting to school her features from showing anything In front of her colleagues.

"What about you Melissa? What are your plans for Valentines? Any special someone you'll be having?" Janine called out to the woman, breaking her away from her phone.

"Well the Daytona race is Valentines weekend and I already planned to go." She shortly answered.

"If Melissa did have any big plans, I'm sure Barb knows all about them." Ava came in. A dirty smile playing at her lips. "So come on Barb, spill her secrets!"

Barb had a look of 'are you serious' on her face. "I wouldn't dare tell someone else's business. If Melissa wanted us to know what she was doing, she would tell us. She hasn't mentioned anyone t me though," the kindergarten teacher let out. Moving from the table before anything could happen to her.

"Melissa, no offense, but you gotta get out there.

You're starting to seem like a prude." Ava had a disappointed look as she left the room. Other teachers following as their lunches came to an end.

Melissa sending out a few more text before leaving as well to get her class from gym. She was minding her own, rereading a few text, when she could hear Janine running up on her. "No Janine I will not be talking about my plans for the weekend. What I do outside of school is not your business nor should you want it to be."

"Ok, but I was going to ask more about this Daytona race?" Janine finally caught up. Walking alongside the other teacher eager for answers. "I mean really how did you get tickets? They sold out within the hour. Not to forget how expensive the whole trip is."

"I know a guy." Was all she answered with and ended the conversation. "If you still like it next year, maybe I'll get you a ticket to come with and you can bring Jacob. Sound like a deal?"

"Deal!" She squealed and ran off. Eager to tell the other of the offer.

Melissa shook her head but continued with her day. Counting down the days till she was on her mini break.

And after a few days that felt like eternity, it was finally Friday.

It was an hour before the day had ended and Melissa had sent her kids off to art class. Her phone began ringing and she didn't need to look to see who it was.

"And what do I owe this honor?" She teased.

"Yeah, yeah, I wanted to let you know that Mikayla will be stopping by the house to grab your bags, then to get you from work to take you to the airport. She's agreed to watch the house while we're gone and to get us once we're back home. I also told her to grab you an airport outfit. I figured you wore either those sexy black pants or a pair of jeans that make you look even sexier." The voice of her girlfriend played in her ear. Lighting up her day by just the sound of her voice.

Melissa let out a soft hum. "You really know how to flatter a woman. And I did wear my sexy black pants. They looked nice with my pink top and boots." She described lightly what her outfit looked like. Yet she knew Phoebe already knew exactly what the outfit looked like.

"I love that outfit on you. Sad I can't be there to see it on you and take it off," she hummed, only to go silent after. Fiddling around with something in the hotel room.

Melissa listened, hoping to figure out what she was messing with. "Hun? You still there?" She broke into the silence. Getting a distant hum from the other end of the line. "Pheebs? What are you doing that had you so distracted?"

"Oh just some papers for the race tomorrow, just a few waivers so if anything goes wrong." The brunette simply answered. Phoebe had lied right through her teeth. In her hand was the rings she had bought for Melissa.

Watching as the moss agate and diamonds shined in the light. A giddy smile pulling at her lips.

"You know I don't like when you say that. Nothing will go wrong and you'll be fine." Melissa huffed. She really hated when Phoebe would mention those waivers. Yes it was always a possibility but not one she liked to hear or think of for an even a second. It worried her how Phoebe was always so calm with what she does.

"I can't wait to see you tonight." Phoebe let out, changing the topic entirely. Feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness to see her girlfriend again. Putting the ring back in her bag and putting it back in the corner.

Melissa felt loved at those words. The thought of someone waiting for her just did things she couldn't explain. Especially after Joe when she was so young. She never thought she would get the chance of love again. But here was this young racer who had millions of people dying to take her out, and she chose a second grade teacher.

Melissa knew Phoebe loved her deeply. It was in the words that would be said, the amount of emotion in her voice, the looks she would only give to Melissa. Even after all the ups and downs, Phoebe never once thought of leaving her side. Always there to reassure any bad thought that could come to Melissa's mind.

"Only a few more hours, hun. Then I'll watch you win and we'll go out to celebrate," the red head put the phone on speaker on her desk. Sorting out her last hour before the day ended. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?"

"Well I have a press conference to talk about how I feel about my eighth Daytona race. Questions are probably going to be if I think I'll win, if I'll be able to beat the record finally, what training I've been doing, questions about other drivers. I'll save my cocky smile because there's always a chance I won't win no matter how good I think I am. But then I have an early dinner planned with a few racers. Then l'll be back before you arrive at the hotel to greet you." Phoebe summarized the rest of her day. Leaning back to fall onto the bed, letting out a huff.

Melissa couldn't help the laugh, "sounds like a hard, hard day." She teased. A groan being her answer. "It's only a few more hours. Then you have a long, long, season to play out."

"Don't remind me!" Phoebe cried, covering her face with her hands. There was another short silence.

"Pheebs?"

"I think I'm ready to be done after this season." She quietly confessed.

"What?" Melissa froze in her seat. Picking up the phone to her ear. "What do you mean?"

"Ten out of the twelve months I'm gone racing. I hardly get to see you. I'm coming close to thirty-five and I've spent my twenties well. I've traveled the world, did what I love, but now I want to be with who I love. You've supported me since the first race I ever did, now it's my turn to come support you." Phoebe was quiet while explaining.

Staring up to the ceiling as she thought about life after.

"But what about beating the record?" Melissa questioned. Wanting to know where this suddenly came from. "You love racing, hun. I love watching you race."

"I've already made history. Nobody's won seven Daytona races in a row. I train and train, but I'm ready to give up my throne to another young racer. Next year there's supposed to be the next me coming in. And I've watched her race, I've raced with her, I've taught her. She's ready to take my number and I'm ready to give it to her. My legacy is getting carried on, and I know that." Phoebe stretched out.

Melissa thought for a moment. "What ever you choose hun, I will be your biggest fan and your number one fan." She reassured. "But I have to go, have to go get my class. I'll see you tonight though angel. I love you."

"Alrighty, I love you too Mel. I'll see you in a few hours." Phoebe ended the call, almost instantly rolling over to burry her face and take a quick nap.

Melissa sat still for only a moment, processing the news. A part of her was so overjoyed to hear it all, but also sad to know that the goal was almost completed.

Meanwhile Phoebe was being ambushed to get ready for the press. A light touch up being done to her hair and makeup. The outfit being laid out on the bed.

If there was anything Phoebe didn't expect from the dream, was becoming a fashion influence. It only happened because she wore her race jacket out one day and everyone thought it was a fashion statement. She let them go with it anyways and decided to start a collection of race jackets to wear. They kept her warm during the

seasons.

"You know, they're gonna ask about your girlfriend. After you posted that little anniversary thing back in January. Everyone's been trying to get you on talk shows for it." Stephen walked in, handing the lemon water over.

"Thank you, and yeah probably. I mean I've been dating her for over five years now. In a few days she'll be my finance hopefully." She took a sip of the drink, humming in approval. "You've never failed to make my lemon water taste just right."

"I've been your manager since you were a child. Of course I know how to keep you pleased. Plus the new you.." he trailed off moving around to start getting things tidied up.

Phoebe huffed. "She's going through something right now. I'll talk to her tomorrow anyways, she's watching next to you today. I mean after this season, she's the one who you'll have to talk through a press, not to forget races. So be patient with her. You were with me, and she's almost as good as me. In a few years I bet she'll be better than me."

Stephen hummed in disagreement. "Nobody will ever be better than you. I don't think anyone else will win seven Daytona races in a row."

There was a collective agreement from the team working on her. Making her realize, she has made history already. This race will just add to her achievements.

"How did Melissa feel about you telling her you're done after this season?" The lanky brunette sat in a chair close by. Still scrolling through the schedule laid out for them. "She upset?"

"She didn't sound upset. She said she'd support me no matter what. If anything, and she wouldn't have admitted if, but I think she was thrilled i decided to call it now." She watched as they worked on fixing her makeup and hair. How they moved so carefully but efficiently.

"And how do you feel?"

"Like I can do normal people things now. I can spend time with people and not just two months. I don't have to worry about racing as much. Next year I'll get to get a dog maybe." She went over. Smiling at the idea of settling down finally with Melissa.

The two of them together just doing nothing for a day. The two of them traveling more. The two of them cooking. The two of them drinking. The two of them partying. The two of them celebrating.

Just the two of them.

"Well before I loose you into your fantasies, get changed so we can get this over with. And we're going quick. You'll do press, come back and change into the dress, then to dinner. Then you'll get dropped off before I go pick up Melissa and bring her back." Stephen summed up before leaving with the hair and makeup. "Make it quick princess!" He called back.

Phoebe yelled back and then just stood in the room. Staring into the mirror. This was it. The start of the weekend. "One race. Then proposal. That's all." She mumbled to herself.

Melissa watched as the clock slowly ticked over.

Almost cheering as the final bell rang. For the last hour she's let her kids have a valentines party. It was the easiest excuse to distract them and be able to watch Phoebe's press. Smiling when they asked several questions about the anniversary post.

She began to pack up after walking all her kids out and making sure they got picked up. It was just her and her silence before it was ruined.

"So. Are you going to tell me why you're rushing out and suddenly a fan of NASCAR? Or am I just in the dark with everyone else?" Barb stopped by the door. Once Melissa looked up, the older walked closer, closing the door behind her. "Who is he?"

Melissa frowned at this. "I've always been a fan of

NASCAR, just figured it wasn't a topic you would ever want to talk about."

"Melissa, you have told me every detail about your life and for someone who claims to have liked racing for almost a decade, I would think it's something that gets mentioned once." Barb frowned. Sitting on the first desk in front of the teacher desk.

The red head only shrugged. Secretly wanting to explode and tell all about her girlfriend. "I have to go, but we can talk more when I get home?"

"Melissa Schemmenti, I don't know what you're hiding but I better be the first to know." Barb hugged the friend goodbye. Leaving to let the other be free for her weekend excursion.

Phoebe sat at the dinner table. The baby blue dress clingy to her figure as she chatted with the other racers her age.

"So, you and your girlfriend? It's been what, eight years? You tying that knot soon?" Mike had piqued interest. "I mean you posted an anniversary thing back in like January."

Phoebe shook her head with a smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but I am planning on proposing this weekend. We have a dinner just the two of us on Sunday before we fly home." She confessed. Feeling the butterflies at just the thought of proposing.

"And are you gonna show the world?" Andrew jumped in. The boys quick to jump on the train of questions.

"What is this? An interrogation? You guys have never shown interest in my relationship, why start now?" Phoebe narrowed her eyes at the table. Waiting for one of them to crack.

They all shared a look. "Well I mean, after you posted about her, it's hard not to be curious. We knew she existed but you went public. It's free game now. If press can ask, so can we." Joey answered for the group. "So come on. You've met all our wives. Now tell us about yours."

"Well, we met on my first race and I told myself that she was my motivation. After I went out and drank galore, I texted her drunken compliments and then after three years of talking and getting to know her and gain her trust, I ask her to be my girlfriend for the billionth time and she said yes. She's been to almost all my races, and has been my biggest fan since day one. And now I get to be her biggest fans in hope she says yes." She babbled on. Zoning out on everyone as she thought of her Melissa.

The boys all joked and teased her. It was the greatness of being close with the other racers.

They were always like big brothers. Always supporting each other if one won or if they all lost. They still made light of every race.

There was a text from Stephen that lit up the phone. Showing off the lock screen of Melissa. Dave was the first to grab at the phone. Examining the picture entirely. "Ya know, I would've never thought you for red heads." He chuckled.

"Red head?!" Andrew shouted while practically flying from his seat. Everyone trying to gather around and see the screen.

Tim was shocked the most. "A milf?!" He had wide eyes, like he had seen the world explode. "Thats Who your girlfriend is?!"

"Five years strong. Boutta make her my wife. Give her the wedding she dreams of. Settle down and take care of her ya know? Let her be able to do things she never has." Phoebe reached for her phone, not pleased when they all pulled it away and gave her a look. "It's my phone!"

"But it's about to be us who have the conversation," Joey smirked. Instantly being handed the phone. "Hey hun, just wanted to let you know I've landed!" He read in a girly voice.

"She landed?!" It was Phoebe's turn to look shocked. "I have to go. I'm supposed to meet her back at the hotel. It was nice to have dinner with you guys. I'll see you tomorrow!" She grabbed her phone, holding her dress up as she ran out with her jacket thrown over her shoulders. Listening to the boys laugh as she moved quickly in heels.

She ran right out into the car and was off before anyone could recognize who it was. Praying Stephen wouldn't drive her back, especially after she spammed his phone to detour.

Within fifteen she was back at the hotel and in her room. Moving the ring out of her bag and into her racing bag. Knowing Melissa doesn't go in there as much as any other bag.

Just as she zipped up the bag, the door opened and in walked Stephen and Melissa. "She should be back by now. Maybe changing out of her dress." He mentioned and walked back to the door. "Tell her ass to be up by ten and ready to go by eleven. The track lets people in around noon and the race is set to start at one. Goodnight Melissa."

"Will do, night." She bowed her head, trying to remember all the times to tell you. Giving the man a second to leave before rushing into the bedroom. Eager to see this dress you were in.

Melissa didn't even bother to knock as she opened the door. Freezing in awe at how the baby blue did Phoebe justice. How it hugged her figure deliciously. The slit up the leg that showed off a little bit of her tattoo. The silver heels that wrapped around her calves.

"Hi hun," she said softly. Still staring at her beautiful girlfriend. Really burning the picture into her head. "Is that what you wore to dinner with the guys?"

A careful hum was her answer. "They asked about you. It seems everyone is curious about you. They want to meet you I think," a small laugh left Phoebe's lips. "I missed you." She came up to Melissa. Hugging her like she would disappear at any second. And the older hugged just as tight. The two just enjoying the other in the moment.

"You should wear dresses more. You look really good in them." Melissa teased, pinching the sides of her girl. "Let's get you changed, then we can settle in. You have a big day tomorrow."

"I'm happy you're here with me then," Phoebe pecked her cheek before pulling away and pushing Melissa onto the bed. Crouching to take of her boots. "I told Mikayla to grab you your travel slippers. I'm sorry you were in boots the entire time."

The green eyed beauty was confused. The action wasn't what she had really meant, but she couldn't oppose. Not to a face like that. So she just let Phoebe continue to undress her all while in that blue dress.

The two fell into a peaceful silence as Phoebe moved around to get pajamas for them both.

This is what Melissa had craved for so long. This domestic feeling. That everything was playing out how it was meant to be. She had someone who wanted to take care of her forever and now she had it. Her everything was moving around the hotel room in a baby blue dress and sparkly heels.

She was so lost in the feeling she didn't realize the tears that began to creep up on her. "Mel?" Phoebe's voice brought her back. "Sweetheart you're tearing up, what's wrong?" Phoebe was back in front of her, crouching to look up at her.

Melissa opened her mouth and just gave a dry laugh. "I love you so incredibly much, hun. That's all. You found me when I was at my lowest and you lifted me up all the way. And I can't thank you enough."

Phoebe blushed and beamed. Melissa had seen this smile few times but it was a smile full of pure happiness and love and care. It was the smile she wore when they finally became official. The same smile she wore when they said 'I love you' for the first time. The smile she reserved for Melissa, and only Melissa.

"I love you too, Mel. From every part of me." She grinned as she stood up. "Absolutely in love." She thought out loud while looking at Melissa. Taking her in now and here.

"Come on, your turn." The woman wiped her tears.

Moving so Phoebe could sit down. "And it's ok she forgot my shoes, saves me space and shoe dilemmas."

Phoebe softly laughed, "still though. Now you have to wear boots to the race. I mean they make you look sexy don't get me wrong, but your feet will be aching."

"Well then I guess tomorrow night you'll have to help me out of them and soothe the ache. Do you think you could do that?" Her voice was teasing, making the younger shiver. And when they met eyes, Phoebe saw nothing but mischief, making her cheeks burn at the ideas. "My little racer. What would I do without you?"

"I can tell you what you wouldn't be doing," Phoebe smirked. Having a playful joke lined up but lost it as Melissa's eyes darkened before her.

"And what's that hun?" She let her hands wander up the soft legs, only to rake her nails down them. Humming in sheer delight at the physically shudder. "Cause I know exactly what I am going to do. And it starts with getting rid of this dress."

The manicured hand pushed the silky fabric up her legs. Revealing the blue panties that were decorated with a little white bow.

Melissa pulled on her shoulder, causing Phoebe to fall onto her back. "This how you get everyone into bed, Ms.Schemmenti?"

"Only cute racers." Her hands were holding onto hips. Massaging her finger tips into the soft skin. "But I'll save this for tomorrow night." She pulled away.

A boo was given in return. "Now you got me all hot and bothered." Phoebe exhaled dramatically. "Room service and a movie?"

Melissa placed a kiss to her forehead. "Sounds like my type of night. You shower first and I'll order for us, even pick their good wine."

"No wine, just food and us. And come shower with me, it'll save us both time." Phoebe gradually made it to the bathroom. Having a luring look in her eyes. Melissa let a Cheshire grin take over as she followed close behind.

For the next forty-five minutes, the two were lost in the shower. It had started of sweet and wholesome. Melissa had her hands in the mane of brown, scratching and scrubbing away any stress and worry. And it would've stayed that way had she not scratched right by the nape of the neck. Earning a muffled whine and her girlfriend even closer to her.

She let out a light chuckle and continued. Thinking nothing but a reflect of it. But when the noises happened a few times more, Melissa couldn't contain herself. The idea of just her touch doing so much to someone drove her insane.

That's why her lips found the soft neck. Kissing up to the pulse point and sinking her teeth in carefully. Sucking hard on the point, taking joy in how Phoebe squirmed immensely at the action.

Her head fell to give more access, crying out when curious hands found her boobs. She was ready to give everything and skip dinner.

It didn't help when Melissa spun her and kissed her hard. Hard and passionate. Every ounce of her love was poured out through just a single kiss.

Melissa felt hungry. Her hands began to hunt for anything to inflict more sounds. Desperate to hear any lewd noise that was caused by her.

First it was a hand slithering across Phoebe's stomach that made her chill, but it was the squeezing of her hips that made her shake with need. "Please Mel.." was lost in the steamy air as a skilled hand parted her legs and finding the right spot almost instantly. Teasing her clit with slow, agonizing circles that only took her so far.

"My sweet girl..." Melissa hummed as she added more pressure. Her lips found a spot right next to Phoebe's ear. Letting out a warm breath against the shell before bitting on it. Pulling a moan that would make a porn star blush.

It took them both back. They stopped and stared at each other. Both blushing, one more than the other, but just staring at each other. A hand reached to the ear. Stroking over where she bit. "Sensitive ears?" Melissa faintly smiled.

Phoebe shrugged, "I didn't know either." She huffed. "So..."

"Are you ok? Do you need a moment or anything?" Melissa tilted her head, worry evident in her eyes.

She was ready to care for the brunette almost instantly.

Phoebe shied away, feeling a small blush creep in her. "Do it again?" She looked through her lashes. Driving Melissa up a wall with the simple expression.

Melissa pulled her by the waist, flush against her body now. Phoebe could feel their heart beats finding the same rhythm.

In the moment she could only feel love. This was her other half. Her definite soul mate. Their hearts were united to one.

Her thoughts were mushed when she felt the same sensation. This time it was longer and full of hands grabbing at her skin. Melissa always knew how to touch her. How to make her absolute putty in her very hands.

Phoebe would be a fool not to let her. Her hands ran over Melissa's, trying to direct them towards her thighs. Eager for the hands to work their own magic.

No matter how many times they did this act, Phoebe could always feel her heart thumping in her chest. Feeling like at any second her ribs would break and her heart would fall out her chest and right into Melissa's hands.

Where she would hope that it'd be put away and treasured. Never to be touched or harm by anyone other than the key holder.

Melissa's index and middle finger slide further down. Teasing the dripping hole before slowly sinking in. Lost at the sensation. "You're so perfect, hun. Everything I've ever hoped for." Melissa would whisper into the younger woman's hair, a devilish smirk toying her lips.

The words made Phoebe gasp. Her hand gripping onto Melissa's arm that wrapped around her waist. Needing to be grounded by anything.

It had been awhile since the two had a chance to appreciate each other. Between school and constant practices, the two were just tired. The most they had time for was laying in each other's arms and sleeping. But this was relieving.

"It's been so long since I got to have you like this.

My little racer. Always moving so fast, but now we're gonna go slow. Just relax with me, against me, for me." Her voice was low and raspy. Almost being drowned out by the shower.

Phoebe's heart was pounding on her chest. She was worried it might break through for real with how hard it was beating. And it didn't help when she could feel Melissa's matching with every beat.

The racer couldn't help but begin to tremble. Feeling overwhelmed in the best ways entirely. "Just like that sweetheart. I can feel how close you are. You've missed me just as I've missed you. Didn't you?"

"Yes...it's been too long Melly." Phoebe whined.

The knot that had begun to tightened was suddenly too tight. "I'm right there, please Mel."

Melissa hummed and bit on the others ear again.

Both their holds becoming firm as Phoebe fell apart. "Thats it, you're ok. Doing so well." Melissa whispered sweet nothings to her. Holding her through her entire high and even after. Loving the feeling of just having her love in her arms.

Phoebe spun to face Melissa. The warm water on her back now. Her soft gaze peaked through her lashes. "You are amazing." She geeked. Her smile touching from ear to ear. "Now...it's your turn to relax."

She sunk onto her knees, kisses being left behind.

Kisses over Melissa's neck, her pulse, her collarbones, her chest, down her stomach, and to her thighs. "My beautiful woman. How lucky I am to have you," Phoebe smiled up. The delicacy in her eyes meaning nothing but love.

She licked her lips once over before pressing kisses closer and closer. Making Melissa hum in anticipation. Her head rolling back at the feeling of Phoebe's tongue licking through her folds. A delicious moan fell to Phoebe's ears, spurring her on with each move. Her hands holding onto Melissa, grabbing at her figure and massaging the pads of her fingers against it.

Melissa adored how the hands worked against her. They were so careful when pushing and pulling. So feather light when running miles along her. "Just like that Pheebs.." Melissa panted. Her hips rocking forcefully. Her hands found home in Phoebe's hair. Pulling from the scalp and earning moans from below. "You like that? Your hair being pulled?" Melissa groaned. Pulling just slightly harder. It gave her another moan, vibrating her entire body right over the edge. She came with a call of Phoebe's name.

The two took a second to catch their breaths. Humming as Phoebe slowly licked her clean. Rising to give a quick kiss before moving to let the cold water hit Melissa's front.

Phoebe, quick to rush out and into a towel. Running to the bed with giggles filling the room. She laid on her stomach, her body still dripping of water.

"We're gonna need new sheets now," Melissa walked into the doorway. Rolling her eyes as Phoebe made point to look her up and down.

"Well then let's make the most of this mess then,"

Phoebe tease, pushing her hips back and into the air.

She pushed up to crawl to the other side of the bed. Meeting Melissa at the edge with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Don't you wanna get messy?" Phoebe reached for Melissa, pulling her onto the bed. Straddling her waist and holding onto her waist.

Melissa chuckled, her hand pushing a wet strand of hair back. "You are so full of youth and energy."

"Then let me use my youth and energy to spoil you." Phoebe pressed her lips against the thumping pulse on Melissa's neck. Soon wrapping her lips around the same spot and sucking hard. Eager to leave a hickey in the morning.

Her hand wandered down between Melissa's legs. Tracing a range of circles on the bundle of nerves. Her other hand keeping Melissa spread out on the bed.

"How did you get so good," Melissa gave an airy laugh. "Your first time you couldn't even-" her sentence ended with a loud moan. She couldn't figure out what Phoebe did, but god did it feel good.

Melissa began to arch off the bed, her hips moving with Phoebe. The movement ceasing as Phoebe's arm pushed her hips down and held them there. "It'll feel better if you stay still Melly," Phoebe whispered. Her warm breath fanning across Melissa's neck.

And it did. Melissa wanted to scream to match the feeling. It worked her right over again. Leaving her short of breath. Phoebe pulled off, a dirty smirk on her face. The bruising and bite marks were scattered all across the left side.

The brunette picked up the phone and called for new sheets and pillows. Finally throwing the pajama over to Melissa. "The food should be up in a few. I ordered light since we have breakfast in the morning."

"Since when was breakfast?" Melissa sat up, slipping on the shirt. Her bottoms close behind. "We've never done breakfast before a big race?"

Phoebe beamed, "to making new memories. We can't live the same way forever." Phoebe worked on finding her pajamas next.

"What does that mean?" Melissa began to deconstruct the bed. Folding them into a small pile aim the table. "You tryna pull something on me?"

"Oh Mel, you always assume the worst from me.

It's nice little breakfast in bed. I heard the hotel has a really nice breakfast selection." Phoebe came back over, clothed in an old racing sweatshirt. "Just us before a race."

Melissa wanted to think further into it, really she did, but once Phoebe was helping to get the bed ready for new sheets, she didn't let her thoughts wander.

"Did Stephen tell you any times?" Phoebe said, knowing the answer entirely to the question. He had texted her the schedule for the day weeks ago, forcing her to remember it on her own.

Melissa froze, trying to think about the times. "He did.." she was thinking over it. "There was a noon, a one maybe, and something else." She threw out what she could remeber.

"I have been instructed to be up at ten, ready by eleven, track opens at noon, race starts at one." Phoebe recited. Her face never loosing a smug smile.

The red head scoffed playfully and resumed helping with the bed. Finishing getting ready for bed while waiting for room service. The two holding a small conversation while they moved.

The room service coming up while Phoebe was still doing her skin routine. "Is that room service?" She called out. "There's tip money on the dresser for them!"

Melissa looked around, not seeing it anywhere.

Her second thought was look in the bags. First it was the purse, then it was the racing bag. Just as her hand grabbed the bag Phoebe jumped out.

"Mel." Her voice was demanding. It was solid and lacking that usual warmth. "The money was right here," she smiled. Taking it out to the worker and bidding them goodbye.

"Got pretty stern there for a second," Melissa picked up the sheet. "Haven't heard that voice for a good minute."

Phoebe could tell she wasn't going to let it go as easily. "I have a bomb in my bag." Was her first thought. It came out before she could think it over. It gained a laugh, "I'm sorry about that voice though. I don't know why it came up."

"It's ok hun, you're under a lot more stress. I know you don't like when anybody goes through that bag." Melissa finished putting on the sheets, moving so Phoebe could throw the pillows back to the top.

Phoebe hummed, flopping down onto the bed with a gruff. "How was your day? Work? Barb?"

Melissa sat next to her, lying on her side with her head propped up. "They found out I was a fan of NASCAR today. Janine wants to go to the next Daytona race, I said if she can hold onto liking nascar that long I'll get her and Jacob passes. Barb questioned me a bit. I think she's upset I've never mentioned it. She asked me who he was." She summed up her day.

"Well wait till she finds out that he is a she," Phoebe rolled her head to look at Mel. "How come you've never mentioned me?"

"How come you're so interested in being known?" Melissa returned the question.

Phoebe was silent for a second. "Because once I start showing up with lunches for you, it's gonna be hard to keep me quiet. And plus, my coworkers know about you, yes they've never met you, but still."

"When you finish first, we can talk about this more." Melissa leaned over to place a chaste kiss. Moving to grab the dinner for the two and the tv remote.

Phoebe's eyes fluttered open. The sun peaking and illuminating the room. Her arm reached over to look for Melissa, frowning when there was an empty space.

The brunette sat up, rubbing her eyes and trying to focus her view. Searching around the room before moving out to the kitchen. "Mel?" Her groggy voice sounded the quiet room. "Mel are you still here?"

"Kitchen hun, use your nose." Melissa answered finally.

Phoebe crawled out of bed, following the sounds and smells that Melissa made from the mini kitchen.

With soft steps, Phoebe hugged Melissa from behind. Breathing her in with a huff. "No negative energy before a race, you know this."

"It's not negative," Phoebe grumbled. Taking another second before letting Melissa work. "I was supposed to be the one in the kitchen."

"No offense, and I'm only saying this cus I've been dating you for five years, you can not cook. And I mean that out of love and worry that one day you'll undercook something and get sick." Melissa poked. Knowing she made a point because it's already happened before. "Plus, you love my cooking."

Phoebe pondered over it, agreeing and sitting on the stool on the other side of the counter. "Are you excited today?" She began to zone in on how Melissa moved with the ingredients.

"It's your big race day. It's all they've been talking about on the news. Yous making history today," she didn't look up from cutting anything. She knew you were watching and listening. "Are you nervous?"

Phoebe wanted to answer, really she did, but there were absolutely no words to describe how nervous she really was. Today was the possibly the second biggest day in her life, the first would be the wedding.

"Pheebs? You still with me?" Melissa waved her hand in front of the spaced out girls face. "You've never been this nervous before, are you all right?"

Phoebe's head nodded for her. "I'm making history today." Phoebe couldn't help the smile that ran her lips. "And you'll be right by my side."

"I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else," Melissa whole-heartedly responded. "But seriously, just breathe today. No matter what, I think you are the world's greatest racer."

The smile only grew, along with a heavy blush.

Melissa took note of it. Phoebe was easy to fluster, a simple look would do if wanted, but this reaction wasn't a sexual thing. It was so new and it made Melissa feel a new sense of true love.

"What is going on with you today?" She tried to laugh off the look but it just couldn't be shakes. "I've seen you nervous before but this is so different. You're glowing almost."

Phoebe let a soft shrug go, "I just feel so lucky to be where I am. And I can only keep thinking into the future and where it'll take me. Not to mention I have the best, most amazing, delicious, most bad ass girlfriend right in front of me." Phoebe got up to come back around the counter. Walking right into the open arms and just sighing. "I love you."

"I love you too," Melissa placed a kiss to the side of her head. Resting hers against where she kissed.

If either were to move it would ruin the moment, but thankfully neither wanted to move. They enjoyed each other's existence on such an extreme level.

"Do you want to eat before you get ready?" Melissa mumbled. Separating them just slightly. Phoebe nodded, slowly letting a mischievous grin forming. "Now what?" Melissa chuckled.

"Just that maybe I could have two breakfast?" Phoebe suggested the idea. "The first being what you made, which I'm assuming is pancakes, and then the second being you." She showed a toothy grin. A subtle pink grazing her features.

Melissa was baffled by the offer. Genuinely not expecting it. And she couldn't lie, the idea was tempting, but she knew how that could be a cause with a long line of effects. "How bout this, you win this race, and I'll let you do anything you can think of. Anything you've ever thought of. And if you loose, I'll be the one doing everything. Okay?" She spoke lowly. A sneaky smile toying with her lips.

"Deal," Phoebe quickly agreed. Sealing their deal with a kiss and moving to see the pancakes. "These look delicious Mel! Thank you!"

"Gotta start your day right hun, dig in. You have about half an hour before hell breaks in." Melissa grabbed herself a plate.

Phoebe bit the pancake whole, "hell?"

"Stephen has sent hair and makeup to get you ready. He texted me knowing you would still be asleep. So really eat now cause once Stephen gets here, you're really out of my hands." Melissa finished topping her food. "Let's eat in bed."

There wasn't much choice given as Melissa was already moving into the bedroom. Making herself comfy towards the middles of the bed. Phoebe only had the option to follow. Having the realization that today was the last day she'd be calling Melissa her girlfriend. The thought made her glow extremely.

Phoebe stood right by the car. Her heart was pounding as she put the helmet on.

"Alrighty, you've done this before. You've done it six more times before that. I'm gonna talk you through it. All of it. What I need from you, is to keep it steady. You can't freak on me." Stephen's voice crackled through the mic. "Talk to me kid."

"No freaking. It's a race I've done before. I can do this." She climbed in. Eliminating any second thoughts.

She took in the familiar car. Looking for her motivation once more, only failing to find it. "Stephen! Where's my pictures? It should be here, I can't find it. I never race without it, and what if-"

"Breathe. We decided today you needed a bigger motivation. You have a lot on you. So, Phoebe it has been an honor to race with you, but for your record breaking race you need someone else. And before I pass it over, I know I'm talking a lot, your physical motivation is in the bag under your chair. Now good luck, and go kick their ass." His voice sounded almost emotional for once.

"You so suck, ya know?" Phoebe sniffed. She had been crying a little bit too hard. Phoebe reached under, feeling the bag and pulling it up. She reached in, laughing through the tears. "What's my next surprise?"

"I am," Melissa's smile was evident in her voice. Even as she heard Phoebe groan in tears. "You ready?"

Phoebe had to lift her visor to wipe the tears. "Let's kick some ass."

After hours of laps, hours of conversations, an hour of singing like there was no tomorrow, and hours of laughs, Phoebe was coming up in her last lap. Passing the mark before the final.

"You're so close hun. I can see you. This is it. Dave is behind you, Andrew right behind him. You just have to make these few turns and then your home solid." Melissa was standing high up. Watching the blue car race around a few more corners. "Thats it angel, just a little more."

Phoebe was quiet. Suddenly feeling cold and nervous. "Mel. What do my surrounding looks like? Where's the line? How many more turns?" She quickly questioned. After doing so many laps, the track begins to blend together.

"Um, still in front of Dave and Andrew, you have two more turns and then a dash to the line. Is everything ok?" Melissa sensed the sudden shift. Examining the car quickly. "Pheebs?"

"It's fine. I'm just nervous. I have what, a minute left? Have I ever told you how much I really love you? I know I say it everyday but I want to say it for a gazillion more. Until time runs out. In this universe and every other one. I love you with everything I have Melly." Phoebe felt tears begin to fall again.

"Save your sappiness for when you can kiss me at the finish line. Front stretch hun. You're so close." Melissa had a death grip on the railing. Leaning to see Phoebe make the last turn. "I'm proud of you sweet girl. You've done so much for yourself. Last stretch, as fast as you can."

Phoebe put a bit more pressure. Watching as the number began to climb. Her heart was pounding with the growing speed. She could see it. The finish line. Dave and Andrew too far back to catch up now. She was right there. About to finish her eight Daytona race.

Five seconds off of the line the car began to fill with smoke. She reached for the ring without thinking and finished the race blind.

Melissa's voice fell on deaf ears as Phoebe began to search for the seatbelt buckle. Desperate to get out.

From the outside, Dave and Andrew stopped as fast as they could, rushing to get to Phoebe. Breaking the windows as smoke oozed out the car.

The crowd was in silence as other racers came to help. Medical standing by till the woman was retrieved. It was taking too long for comfort. Melissa couldn't stand back and watch. They were taking too long. She ran over, pushing through to see.

Regretting it as Phoebe was helped as she climbed out. Her helmet being taken off as she took deep breathes. Her body felt rigid and stiff. She sat back onto her legs looking to the sky then down to her hands.

"Thank you," she whispered when she looked back up. She stood and was still for a second. An infectious smile dawning on her as she began to cry of joy. She looked to the boys. "I just made NASCAR history...again." Her arms raised in the air, "fucking finally!" She cried out to the small crowd. Turning to the now put out car and running to jump on it. Listening to the crowd scream with excitement at their winner.

Phoebe laughed and glanced around. Finding her love easily out the crowd. That's when Phoebe jumped down and ran over to her. Grabbing her face and laughing. "I did it! I'm ok!" She wiped away the fallen tears. Pulling Melissa into her arms and just laughing. "I'm ok I promise."

Melissa held on tightly. "Had to go out with a bang huh?" She buried her face into Phoebe's neck.

Phoebe laughed again, "it's the only way to go out. If I won without any complication, did I really win? I'm ok that's what matters, we're ok!"

Melissa sniffled before leaving the embrace, standing arms length. "Congrats hun."

"I love you Mel."

"I love you too Pheebs."

Phoebe stated before smiling like a dork. "I set the records." She simply said. Turning to look at the car once more, she laughed. "I set the records!" She yelled. Earning cheers once more.

It was(almost) a perfect race.

Phoebe stood on the table, drink raised to the sky as Melissa pulled at the hem of her dress. Doing her best to keep her girlfriend reasonably covered. It wasn't that Phoebe was drunk or anything, but Melissa knew how unaware she could be of her own beauty.

"A toast! Mine of tonight! Thank you to everyone who has believed in me this year. To the boys for rushing to my aid. To Stephen, my manger since before time. To the pit team today. But mostly, thank you to Melissa." Phoebe rambled before looking down to the red head. The light making her glassy green eyes reflecting a million memories. "Thank you. For absolutely everything you have done for me."

Phoebe's glass raised at the end, everyone following with clinks of drinks together. The brunette jumped down, standing close to Melissa. "Thank you again. My motivation." Phoebe softly spoke. Her voice fading with the music and chatter, yet Melissa heard.

"Motivation? What does that mean?" She furrowed her brows, a small smirk playing at her lips.

"Every race I had a picture of you in the dash. But I think it's well lost now." Phoebe shrugged, defeat swimming in her eyes as she tried to play it cool.

Melissa laughed at the look. "Hun we can make more, what would your new motivation picture be?"

Phoebe thought for a second. Her fingers tapping against her chin. "You on our wedding day." She answered with a serious undertone. Enjoying the shocked look on Melissa's face.

"Well then get to it," she clapped back. Her eyes holding nothing but a childlike glimmer. "After all, it's been five years."

Phoebe's jaw dropped, "wow! Ok! And why was stopping you from asking?" She raised a brow, arms crossing over her chest.

Melissa winked and walked away. Her hips swaying just a bit more than usual. She knew she didn't need to answer. As she walked, she thought of the conversation. Yes Phoebe had mentioned getting married but Melissa never thought it would be to her. Yet here they were, five years deep and neither one had made a move to further their relationship. They agreed it was perfect as is. Melissa just smiled to herself as she started collecting her stuff.

"Melissa," Stephen waltzed up to the red head. Holding out his hand with a small piece of paper.

In closer inspection it was a picture of melissa. An old one from at least six summers ago. It was a date that Phoebe had planned and told Melissa to meet her by a coffee shop. She stood in a blue floral sundress, white Converses, and frilly socks. Half her hair pulled back into a blue bow with front pieces framing her face.

Meanwhile Melissa was in a long floral dress. A jean jacket over and her purse on her shoulder. Her red waves were messily, but almost perfectly, pulled up into a high ponytail.

"What is this?" She frowned looking up to the manager. Not sure how he had the picture.

"It was Phoebe's motivation but we gave her a better one. Enjoy your night with her. You make her happy beyond what she lets on." His soft lips turned up before he spun to head into the crowd.

Melissa hummed as she went back to examining the picture. Realizing she doesn't know what he meant by 'better motivation' really meant. But when her eyes found Phoebe's, they were already on her. A heavy blush on Phoebe's cheeks, yet her smile was stronger than ever.

With a single finger, Phoebe beckoned Melissa to follow her outside. Leading them off to walk along the beach as the sun began to set. Neither talking and just holding hands.

"I enjoy being with you." Phoebe hummed. Smiling to herself as the cold water washed over her feet. "You truly have changed my world for the better. I couldn't imagine a world where you said no to me begging you for a date."

Melissa snickered at the memory, "I'll give it to you. You had dedication and a schedule for asking me." She continued the reminiscing.

"Had to keep you thinking of me somehow. I wanted my chance desperately since the day I met you." The brunette confessed. "But..."

"But?" Melissa frowned. Fear suddenly running in her veins. "But what?"

"But now I ask you for another chance." The two had stopped walking at the point. Phoebe standing in face to face with Melissa.

Her green eyes watched as Phoebe lowered down on one knee. A small black bow coming into view. Tears began to fill her eyes and her breathing became irregular. She couldn't believe it.

"Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you know I adore everything about you. Your sass, your cooking, your death glares, everything. Every single thing about you I love. And I know it's five years, but I know I want to spend every morning by your side. Every night to go to sleep with you. Melly, will you marry me?" She had tears escaping from the corners of her eyes.

With a sniffle and a head bob, the ring was slid on and they shared a kiss. Listening to the cheers that happened from behind them. Many having phones to capture the moment.

"I love you so much," Phoebe gave a heartfelt laugh. Kissing Melissa passionately before raising her left hand into the air and cheering.

Monday had come around again. Big chatter in the teachers lounge about NASCAR.

"And now suddenly they're engaged! Like for five years they're a secret and now they're getting married. Crazy timing man." Jacob was going on about the engagement post made by Phoebe.

The picture being their silhouettes with the sunset, a heartfelt caption 'dedicated to my eternal happiness'. Keeping it brief and sentimental.

"Can't even guess who it is unless you compare figures. I mean you can clearly tell that this one is Phoebe and then this is her now fiancé. There's absolutely no trace." Janine stared at the post. In her head, if she stared long enough it was going to come to her.

Ava waltzed in with her signature smile. "Maybe it's a publicity stunt. Boost her name or whatever. I do it all the time."

"No, I don't think it is because there's no already existing rumors of her and anyone." Jacob debunked. Leaning to look at the picture once more. Really taking in the mystery woman.

Melissa was humming as she walked into the lounge. Her hands busy with her phone as she followed her daily routine. Making the room still at the new behavior.

That's when Janine saw it. The gold ring that made home on Melissa's ring finger.

"YOURE ENGAGED?!" She shouted. Putting the rooms focus on the ring as it shined in the light. "Since when were you even dating anyone?!"

"Since five years ago. Like I said, there's a lot you don't know about me." The red head winked and took her seat next to Barb, who looked a bit hurt at the new confession. "Let me explain why I never told you."

"Please, because I would love to know." She crossed her arms and leaned back, waiting for the reason to come out.

"Come over tonight, I know it's only Monday but I'd rather explain in private than with the goons listening." Melissa joked, her thumb points over to Janine and Jacob listening.

"So do we all get to find out after Barb or do we just get left in the dark?" Gregory piped in, geneuinly curious of this new relationship.

Melissa only shrugged and continued with her morning routine.

A few hours rolled by and Barb stood at Melissa's front door. A bottle of their favorite in hand and her purse in the other. The door opened and there was the red head. Her hair pulled up and blush on her cheeks. She opened it further for her friend.

"This better be good if they have you blushing like this." Barb walked past, making her own way to the kitchen. "Seriously Melissa. There's a whole life I don't seem to know about. So who ever this man is-"

"He's a she!" Melissa blurted out as Barbra had a view of the kitchen.

Her eyes had to be tricking her. Barbra didn't know much of NASCAR, wasn't her thing, but with the talk that Janine and Jacob had been doing, and with the news, it was very easy to tell who the person was. Phoebe Stern had a worried smile on her face as she chopped up food. "Before you ask, no I can't cook. Mel just has me chopping up the basics."

"That was not my first question," Barbra turned to Melissa. "You have two minutes, and that is me being generous, on why she's in your kitchen."

Melissa moved closer. "This is my fiancé!" She said with spirit fingers aimed at Phoebe. "For the past five years this has been a secret mostly for both of our privacy, but recently we've been more ok with being public. We wanted to introduce each other to the most important people in our lives before going full public." She was quick to explain, taking a stand next to Phoebe and taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into the bit. "And I'm sorry I kept it a secret for so long, the only people who really knew were our families. We just didn't want it to be a spotlight topic."

Barb was silent for a long minute. Just staring between the two and trying to think of anything. She exhaled heavily, "it's nice to meet you." She held out her hand, trying to keep her smile up.

"Phoebe. Mel has told me so much about you, it's nice to know she's terrible at impersonating you." The brunette softly shook the hand. She was giving her best smile, hoping to make good first impressions with the best friend.

"And the internet has told me so much about you, dear. I guess I might as well get ready for a night of questions!" Barb joked and moved to get three wine glasses.

Melissa and Phoebe shared a look before going with it. Acting as if that was the reaction they were expecting.

And after hours of talking, Barbra Howard knew this was the one for Melissa. She liked how open Phoebe was and how willing she was to treat the two woman while they conversed. She could see the look of love in those brown eyes every time they were on the red head. Melissa was in very safe hands and Barb knew it.

The two were slightly more wine drunk than Phoebe (they had finished two bottles). "Ya know Phoebe, I really like you. And even though I was unaware of you for almost ten years, just based on tonight I can tell you really to have good intentions with Melissa." The older woman spoke. Her eyes a bit hazy from the glasses, but she stared to Phoebe. A soft, warm smile plastered in her lips. But it quickly dropped, "but so help me. You pull what Joe did and you will find out. Understood?" Her face was stern.

Phoebe felt a cold wave rush over her as the color in her face drained a bit. She knew this woman was serious. From what Mel had said? There was no doubt Barbra Howard had a mean, vicious bite. "Yes ma'am." She quietly got out. Grabbing the glasses and placing them in the kitchen.

"I should get going. Gerald is outside, but before I do. Come summer, join us on our cruise?" Barb extended the invite. "Originally it was just going to be Melissa and an adventure to find her someone but it's clear she doesn't need my help with that."

"I'd love to join, I'm sure Mel already knows the dates." Phoebe agreed, looked over to Melissa who was staring with that look in her eyes. Both their cheeks began to warm up, both for different reasons. Phoebe snapped her head back to Barbra, proceeding to play it cool. "It was lovely to finally meet you. I enjoyed the night entirely."

"It was lovely to meet you too, Phoebe. Everyone at work will have a hard time believing you Mel." The woman gave a sly smile and left with a goodnight.

Phoebe hummed her way back into the kitchen, ready to clean up the few glasses and plates. Laughing when arms wrapped around her from behind.

"You got along with Barb just fine," Melissa whispered. Hugging tighter and becoming closer each second.

Phoebe hummed with a shrug. "You've told me so much of course I did. I want your friends and co workers to like me. I have your family down but there's bound to be more than just them at the wedding."

Melissa was silent. In her arms stood her fiancé. Soon to be wife. The gorgeous, sexy, young woman in her arms wanted to be legally bound to her. She couldn't help but feel hot at the idea. To see Phoebe on the wedding day all dressed up. To get to tell people that that was her wife.

"Earth to Melly? Wedding already giving you cold feet?" Phoebe teased, still washing the dishes. "I promise I won't take complete control and give you some say."

Melissa still wasn't back from her own world. Still staring at Phoebe's hands under the water. She couldn't seem to process the fact she was getting married again. But this time there was no jitters, no cold feet, no second thoughts. Just pure adoration and love. Her entire world was right here. "Mel? Really, what's going on back there?"

"I get to love you forever," Melissa sighed. Squeezing Phoebe one good time before pull away. She leaned on the island and just admired her fiancé. Fiancé. She loved how it sounded. This is Phoebe, my fiancé she thought to herself. "You are so beautiful."

Phoebe giggled at the compliment, "not too bad yourself, Schemmenti." She dried off her hands and turned to mirror Melissa's pose. Seeing the shock look at the response making her smile a bit.

"Thats my line," Melissa sassed as she squinted her eyes. Only for them to widen as Phoebe waltzed over, getting close. Her arms trapping Melissa between the counter and herself. Melissa could feel the warmth of her breath now.

They were so close in the moment. Neither one wanting to move, a silent fight for control happening. Melissa was stubborn when it came to these stare offs. No matter how badly she wanted to give in to those sweet brown eyes. But it was different this time. The sweet brown eyes were hypnotizing her tonight. Telling her to give in for just one night. It'd be worth it if she did.

Phoebe saw the falter in Melissa's stare, knowing she won. Her head dipping close to the other's neck, slowly peppering kisses up.

"My Melly," she hummed, earning a low hum in return. Phoebe pulled back, smiling brightly at Melissa. Grabbing her hand and just pulling her towards the bedroom. Leading her in first before closing the door and coming to stand toe to toe. Her hands softly playing with the shirt. "I can't wait to marry you. To start a family. To grow together. To be together."

Melissa didn't know how to respond to this new side. It was like the title brought something out into the light. It was much more alluring than Phoebe's normal behavior. "Phoebe Schemmenti does have a nice ring to it," Melissa began to rub her hands up and down Phoebe's arms.

Phoebe hummed and leaned in for a kiss. A pleased hummed as Melissa kissed back with hunger. Pulling her by the waist to be touching. The kiss getting hotter and their breathing heavier. They stumbled backwards towards the bed. Hitting the side and falling backwards with a thump.

The kiss broke and Melissa scooted back with her arms. Entranced as Phoebe crawled up her. A devious look swirling around her eyes. "What has gotten into you?" She whispered with a smile.

"It's the title." Phoebe simply answered. Leaving kisses against Melissa's neck carefully. Only to lead her astray as she bit down of the pulse point. Soothing it with her tongue and kisses. "Something about it."

Melissa's back arched a bit when Phoebe began sucking on the point. Eager to leave a bruise but knew she couldn't. Not till summer obviously.

Phoebe let her hands wander under the shirt. Lightly trailing her hands up, bringing the shirt up with her. Wasting no second to her the fabric off and on the floor. Leaving Melissa's pink bra exposed. Phoebe loved how the color looked against her skin. It made her mouth water.

"You're staring intensely this time." Melissa poked, her finger jabbing Phoebe in the side. "If you're going to do something, get to it."

"Someone doesn't like being kept waiting." Phoebe playfully rolled her eyes. Sitting up and removing her own shirt. Surprising Melissa with an intricate lace set. Embroidered flowers scattered about the fabric.

Melissa followed the lining with her eyes, realizing it's a one piece that still goes down. "What did I do to earn this?"

"You said yes," Phoebe pressed a kiss to her lips. Slow and soft. Taking her time with how she moved against Melissa. Her hips grinding down with precision. "Can't you picture it Melly? Our future together?"

It was something about how Phoebe was speaking that was driving Melissa mad. She felt squirmish and eager to proceed. "Pheebs..."

Her kisses began to travel. "Us in this house. Twins who run around, picture it Melly. Really picture it. The family vacations, telling your family, I want my future with you more than anything." Her words were true and sweet. Making Melissa feel dizzy at the mix of emotions.

Phoebes hands worked at the gold belt buckle, smoothly pulling off and undoing the jeans. Painfully slow dragging them down her pale legs. "Wouldn't you want that?"

"More than anything, Pheebs." Melissa was struggling to catch her breath. "I need something, anything, please. Just touch me the way you do!"

Phoebe gave one last hum, "anything for you, Schemmenti."

The jeans were yanked the rest of the way off. Leaving Melissa mostly bare. She gasped as kisses were placed along her stretch marks. "Phoebe?"

"I never tell you how beautiful you are. How insane you drive me with just a look. And then you start to speak and I loose all sense of reality." Phoebe spoke so softly, scared she might be dreaming. "I'm so happy you said yes."

The sound Melissa let out was new, but Phoebe didn't stop her actions. Continuing to pull the whimpers with just simple kisses. She kissed closer and closer to where Melissa needed her the most. Her hands snaking around the plush thighs. Pulling them more apart.

Melissa couldn't help the rush of heat that ran through her at the feelings she felt at the sight. It truly was the title. It had to be the title making Phoebe act like this. Her thoughts wanted to run on analyzing everything but couldn't focus at the first swipe. It was teasing and mean. Just barely brushing over her clit.

Phoebe didn't hold back after that. Her arms kept Melissa open while her tongue worked its magic. Listening to each moan and gasp that filled the air.

"Just like that....fuck.....oh god right there!" She panted. Tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. It was enough to hold her at the edge but not enough to set her over. "More...fuck Phoebe..."

Phoebe pressed her tongue flat and harder, earning a cry of her name as she repeated the action. Slowing as Melissa came down from her high. Love pecks being placed all over her inner thighs, which then became love marks. A painting of bruises soon formed.

Melissa was still catching her breathe as Phoebe shimmied out of her pants.

"The longer you look the more confident I'm going to feel." She smirked as she spun and posed a little bit. Popping out her ass and raising her arms. Stretching out her figure for full display. "Ruin me, Melly." She giggled and just as Melissa got up to grab her, she backed up. "But you have to catch me first," and before the red head knew it, she was playing a game of cat and mouse.

Her prize being Phoebe in any way. This was a new experience. They had never done anything near this before, but it seemed so effortless for Phoebe. So effortless to let Melissa chase her through the dimly lit house.

Melissa wanted to play along, see where this was really heading. So she grabbed a big shirt and began to search. Thinking nothing of the game till she really remembered the last time they played hide and seek. How quiet Phoebe could move around and she would never know. It was an unsettling feeling at times, when she actually had the intent to scare.

As melissa asked through the quiet house, she could feel hands on her but then once she turned around, Phoebe was no where in sight. "You little witch, face me like a woman." Her voice called out into the silence. Praying that the on edge feeling wouldn't show.

A soft hand dragged itself across her back, but just as she turned around, she found no one. Sighing, she proceeded with caution. Finding her way into the study and searching through the darkness. Heading in to get any source of light from the lamp.

"Melly," a seductive hum came from the doorway. Melissa's green eyes traced the outline. Drooling a little at the sight. "Your times up."

"I didn't know I was being timed." Melissa smirked, her feet carrying her over to stand close. "You don't make it easy for me either."

Phoebe flashed that pearly smile, "where'd be the fun in letting you win?" Her hands ran under the shirt, massaging Melissa's waist. "I won though, so it means I get to do whatever."

"Thats not fair, you only gave me like a minute." Melissa huffed with a frown. Freezing as Phoebe circled her and hugged her body tightly. Her lips hovering against her neck.

"Let me adore you Melly. You work so hard and do so much for me, let me just try and compare and give you this. Let me love you." Phoebe had the slightest whine in her voice. Desperate to please after so long.

Melissa couldn't help but feel weak in the moment. She couldn't say no if she wanted to. Phoebe had her wrapped around her pretty little finger. The way she was willing to do anything Phoebe would ask. From a simple kiss to murder.

"Fine," Melissa exhaled. Her tone seeming as if she was going to fight against it, but in the end, both knew she wouldn't.

A soft thank you was whispered before Phoebe found the pulse point again. This time loosing all control and leaving a hickey, dragging it all down the side of her neck.

Melissa loved the feeling. How Phoebes lips so easily worked against her skin. How effortless she had to try since she knew every inch of Melissa. "Pheebs...stop teasing me," she lowly warned. Her hands fidgeting just slightly at her side.

"Did you know, ever since I moved in and saw your office I couldn't stop thinking of how'd you'd look on top of it. Legs spread wide open while your head falls back. So Melly, as my prize, I want you on that desk." Her hands pushed her slightly towards the wood furniture. A glint of joy swirling in her eyes. It danced with lust and love as the two took steps in sync backwards.

Melissa lifted her self up onto the desk. Legs spreading as Phoebe came to stand in front of her. The two shared another passionate kiss. They moved slowly, knowing they were in no rush at all. But when Phoebe's hands are in the mix, Melissa needed more than just a kiss.

Phoebe could sense what she was doing, and she was too lost in the moment to keep teasing. She lowered down, leaving kisses behinds where she could.

Her eyes stared up at Melissa, finding the green ones and holding them. Her tongue giving a slow, sensual lick. She watched as the action caused the older woman's jaw to slack. Phoebe repeated the action, picking up her pace each swipe.

"You and that...that fucking tongue," Melissa grabbed a fistful of brown hair. "Fuck Phoebe, just like that!" She got out through a clenched jaw.

Melissa came with a violent jolt and a loud moan. Her thighs going to close, put were restricted. It took a second for her to process what was happening, and once she did her arms gave out. Putting her on her back as Phoebe didn't let up and kept eating her out.

"I haven't had a taste of you in too long. The amount of built up desire for you Melly, it's enough to kill a man." Phoebe's voice was low and tingly.

The room filled with strands of moans and curses as Phoebe brought Melissa over the edge multiple times more.

The three taps to her head being a signal that it was too much now. And while Melissa laid back, Phoebe ran to grab a cold towel and water. Along with an orange.

And after the cleaning up, the two sat on the floor in the living room. Leaning against each other and being content with the soft tv chatter.

The two just thinking of everything that just happened. Turning to look at each other in union, they smiled and laughed. It lasted a few seconds before Phoebe stared with a grin, "my fiancé." It was a whisper so quiet that it nearly got stolen by the wind.

#melissa schemmenti #oc #nascar #fanfic #original character #barbra howard #abbot elementary #gregory eddie #race #wlw smut #melissa Schemmenti smut #fluffy #lisa ann walter

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can't fight this feeling | steve harrington x f!reader

summary: Steve Harrington is your best friend, and when he breaks up with Nancy, you're there to help him pick up the pieces. After a while, his heart is a little less broken and a lot more full.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: fluff, teen romance, s2 steve <3, mentions of injury/blood, curse words?, kissing, best friends who are totally not in love wym

suggested listening: cardigan by taylor swift, hey stephen by taylor swift, can't fight this feeling by REO speedwagon

He was wearing a blazer that you assume was his dad’s at one point. That, paired with those oversized glasses really made him look like a complete dork. Dorkiness aside, you could read the hurt on his face as he rushed out of the party the same way you could read your favorite book, though you suppose Steve was something like your favorite book anyways. Your high heels, which you thought perfectly completed your Sixteen Candles costume, pattered quietly against the cobblestone walkway as you exited the party to follow Steve.

“You sure left in a hurry, where’s the fire?”

You regretted the little quip when you really looked at the hurt that filled his eyes.

“Nancy’s the fire. You know, this whole time.. I really thought she loved me.”

His voice gave way to his emotion, cracking toward the end of his speech.

You were confused. Steve and Nancy were in love, from what he told you. You don’t know how anyone couldn’t love Steve when they truly knew him, like you did. Like Nancy does.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

You reached a comforting hand out to pat his shoulder, which you could tell he appreciated.

“She told me our whole relationship is bullshit. You know, I really love her. And she said- she said, ‘acting like we’re in love’. She doesn’t love me, (y/n). I’ve loved her this whole time and she doesn’t love me.”

You brought him into your arms then, figuring the only thing you could do was offer comfort. Your heart broke for him then, because you knew just how much Steve loved her, how much he loves her.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I know you love her, so I know how much this probably hurts.”

He nodded, you felt his head move from where it rested on top of your shoulder.

“How about we get you home?”

“Will you stay? My parents aren’t at home and I just, really don’t want to be alone.”

You would give him the moon if he asked. Staying at his house was no problem.

“Of course.”

He’s gotten better since that night, but you could still see the flashes of hurt in his eyes when he sees her with Jonathan. She was his first love, it's not something you get over fast.

You were watching The Shining on Steve’s couch, half paying attention, when he spoke up.

“You know, I don’t really miss her as much anymore.”

You looked over at him.

“Does that mean you’ll finally stop moping around?”

“I do not mope.”

“Yea, you do. I can’t deal with sobby Steve much longer, I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get my best friend back soon.”

“Real fucking funny. Next movie night I’m forcing you to watch Saturday Night Fever.”

You gave him a shove, before turning serious.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Mirth danced in his eyes before his next words.

“Would you rather watch Grease?”

“Steve. You know my Travoltaphobia is very serious. This isn’t a joking matter.”

He burst into a fit of laughter at you, and you soon joined him.

The laughter subsided, and you got serious maybe a bit too suddenly.

“You know, Steve, I’m really happy you’re happy again.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, and Steve pretended not to notice the way his heartbeat picked up a bit.

“Me too.”

He figured you were the reason why, but at the same time he wondered, was it possible for him to be falling in love with you? So soon after Nancy?

If you caught him off guard enough, he would be able to tell you that it was you he loved the whole time. Nancy was just a scene in the movie that was really just filled with you. Your laugh would be the soundtrack, harmonious and light and full of joy. But he would only say it if you caught him off guard enough.

You saw the light come back to him now. It's been about a month since Nancy, and he was somehow Steve again.

Because he was Steve again, he had found his way into a fight.

You were pouring rubbing alcohol onto a washrag.You had made sure to picked a dark one, because although Steve’s parents were shitty, they weren’t stupid.

He was sitting all too relaxed on the toilet seat for your liking.

“Do I want to see the other guy? Or did you get your ass kicked?” You asked, hand on your hip.

“Hargrove’s an asshole, you know.”

He was right. Billy Hargrove was the biggest douchebag you had ever met. You turned him down last week when he tried to ask you on a date, knowing that it would only come at your expense in every possible outcome. His response was to tell you that you were “an ugly bitch anyways”.

So yeah, Hargrove? Total asshole.

“Yeah, Steve, I know.”

You shook your head, biting back a laugh.

“I did get my ass kicked though.” He said, looking up at you with heavy eyes, probably due to the bruising on one of them.

You laughed then, before lightly dabbing his brow bone with the navy blue washcloth, making him wince away from you.

“What are you putting on me? Liquid flames?”

You cupped his cheek gently, bringing his head back to you.

“You are such a drama queen, I swear.”

He lightly hit you with the hand that wasn’t gripping the counter, making you giggle lightly, and all he wanted then was to hear your laugh more and more.

“It hurts, okay? Maybe I should find another nurse, one that won’t make my wounds even worse.”

“You’re making me laugh too much and its affecting my work.”

He beamed up at you, award winning Steve-smile, that made your heart stutter and your steady hands almost shake.

“It's not my fault I’m utterly hilarious.”

You scoffed, but went back to work, tossing the rag aside to put butterfly bandages over the cuts on his face.

Being this close to him made you feel a little giddy, which was weird because he was your best friend, and you were always this close to him. Of course you loved Steve, but you didn’t ever think you were in love with Steve.

You figured it would make sense if you were.

The way you felt less lonely around him, and only him. The way you were pretty sure you would do anything for him. The way you kind of really wanted to kiss him right now.

“What’s going on up there, fly away to Neverland, princess?”

He waved a hand in front of your face with a goofy smile on his face.

“That was really dorky of you.”

You pat his cheek before stepping away, admiring your handiwork.

“Was just wondering, what did Billy do to make you want to let him absolutely kick your ass?”

He looked down, avoiding your eyes, seemingly guilty.

You tilted your head to the side, motioning a hand, hoping he’d tell you.

“He said some, uh. Some asshole shit about you.”

Your brow furrowed, and Steve stood up from where he sat on the toilet seat.

“Said he was gonna find his way into your pants, and that you were easy anyways, he just had to try one more time. When he said that, I just couldn’t hold back. No one talks about my girl like that.”

His girl?

Steve realized his mistake a second too late, because the moment he realized he had called you his girl, it had already found its way out of his mouth.

Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice.

You definitely noticed, but you didn’t think he meant anything by it, so you chose to not acknowledge it.

“You know, I can fight my own battles.” You said, before throwing your arms around him, drawing him into you for a hug.

“But thank you, for sticking up for me when I wasn’t there to do it myself.”

“Course, I’ll always take a few punches for you.”

Steve would take a whole lot more than some punches for you. By now, he’s sure he would lay down his life without a second thought just for you. He would probably find a way to lasso the moon for you.

He didn’t know that you would do exactly the same.

Your phone rang, pulling you from the trance that had kept all of your focus on your physics textbook. You already knew Steve was on the other end, ready to talk your ear off, not that you minded.

Ever since he broke up with Nancy, which had to have been about a month and a half ago now, he’s made a habit of calling you every day, telling you about anything and everything he can think of.

Steve has been your best friend since you were old enough to know what those words meant, but you supposed that after everything you had helped him through since Halloween, he’s become even more attached to you.

You didn’t mind that, either. Over the past month or two, you’ve found yourself realizing you had feelings for Steve, which was a tough pill to swallow, at first.

He went from being the kid who used to split his lunch with you at recess, your awkward middle school dance partner, your study buddy, your ride home, and your partner in crime to the person you want to spend forever with.

You’ve had a taste of forever with him, 13 years and counting, and God. You wanted the full thing.

But first, the phone call. You’d settle for the phone calls.

“Hey babe, you know today I saw this cute little flower and it reminded me of you, it was like purplish and it was just sitting right between a bunch of daisies. I really wish I had a sick camera cause I think you would've loved it.”

He genuinely didn’t even realize he had called you babe. He couldn’t help it, it just happened. Steve and his stupid mouth, he thought, as he mentally kicked himself. He wondered if you could sense his panic over the phone.

Once again, you saved him by not acknowledging it, but this time, he’s 99% sure you noticed, because your voice sounded different, more flustered.

“That’s really sweet, Steve.”

A short moment passed, full of you both cursing yourselves. Him, for saying something maybe too romantic and ruining your friendship, and you, for not saying more.

“You know, today I saw a dead raccoon on the side of the road, really reminded me of you.”

He scoffed and you laughed fully, knowing he was definitely rolling his eyes.

“You know, this is what I get for saying cute shit to you. Remind me why we're still friends?”

“Because you love me Harrington, whether you like it or not.”

“I guess.”

He “guessed” he’s probably never loved anyone more, and that terrified him. But he figured that was a lot to dump on you, especially over the phone. That was when he hatched a master plan: lure you out of your house, because it was early on a Saturday night, and then find a way to romantically profess his love for you, because you deserved to know and also because you deserved every grand gesture in the book.

“What are you up to?”

He heard you shift around before you replied.

“Studying for physics. You saved me from probably two more hours of endless boredom.”

He laughed, and you missed the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears, unaffected by telephone static.

“Can you sneak out tonight?”

“For what?”

“A surprise, gotta wait until I pick you up to find out.”

You could hear the smile in his voice, and you wished you could see it.

You also wished you could stop sounding so stupidly in love with him, because it was grossing you out, but you knew you couldn’t. You were stupidly in love.

“Sure. But be here in 15 minutes.”

“It's a date.”

You really wish it was.

(It was).

You snuck out your window exactly thirteen minutes later, dressed in a pretty little outfit that made Steve’s heart stop when he saw it.

“Hey Steve.”

Hey Steve?

You come down out of your window like some kind of angel, and you say Hey Steve.

“Hey, you look really pretty. Probably too pretty for where I’m driving you.”

You felt your body get a little warm at the compliment, and you felt stupidly happy when he opened the car door for you.

You tried not to be so obvious as you watched him drive, but you really couldn’t help but look.

You were finally seeing him now, and he was just so pretty.

He took you to your old elementary school, pulling in right by the playground.

You couldn’t help but shiver with the cold air of the night, so naturally, Steve wrapped his denim jacket around your shoulders as soon as he joined your side out of the car.

He admired the way your face seemed to glow in the moonlight, before taking your hand and leading you to the small playground.

“You know, you used to push me off that slide.”

You rolled your eyes, embarrassed at your five year old actions.

“Yea, but if anyone else did, I’d push them off too.”

He laughed, before moving to sit on one of the blue colored benches. Naturally, you followed, sitting close by his side.

“You also punched Tommy Hagan by that bench” he pointed at another bench across from yours, and the memories came flooding back, “because he said I was stupid after I failed my math test in the fourth grade.”

“He deserved it. Kid was a little asshole.”

That was something you weren’t embarrassed of. You’d punch someone for Steve the same way he would for you, and you would never grow to regret it.

“I think that was the moment I realized I loved you.”

You whipped your head towards him in shock and disbelief.

“What?”

“That was the moment I realized I loved you. I don’t think I knew then, just how much that meant, but now I do. Now I know, this all started at that moment. I’ve loved you ever since.”

He grabbed your hands, and you shifted so you were facing him.

“I see it now, now that Nancy’s out of the picture, I see that it's you that I’ve loved this whole time. It’s kind of ridiculous actually, how much I love you. I’m sure you can tell, from all the phone calls where I say stupid shit just because I want to hear your laugh. Or the movie nights where I selfishly pick scary movies because maybe you’ll move a little closer to me. I really, really love you. You’ve stuck by me from when I slept with a toy dinosaur to now, when I can’t go to sleep without calling you up to make me feel less lonely. You don’t have to say it back” he squeezed your hand then, “but, maybe just say something? Cause I can go on and on about why I love you, but I can’t make you love me back so it would be a little embarrassing if I just kept talking and you just want to keep being best friends.”

You squeezed his hands back.

“Steve, I could probably give you fifty reasons why I’ve found myself falling in love with you. You, you’re everything I think I’ll ever need. If everyone decided to leave tomorrow, and it was just you, I would be perfectly fine because you’re the only one I want. I wish I could tell you the specific moment when I had fallen in love with you, but I realized it when you called me your girl in the bathroom after Hargrove beat you up. It made me realize how badly I wanted to be your girl, it made me realize that I was in love with you. I might have been this whole time.”

He let go of your hand, to bring his to your cheek.

“You just one-upped my love confession. Not fair.”

And then he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours with the softest of touches, before fully kissing you. And when he did kiss you, he kissed you, taking your breath away, which was fine with you because you didn’t need oxygen when you had him.

“I could kiss you forever, you know that?”

Your forehead rested against his, and so you both shook when you laughed, until he joined you, both of you giddy with love.

“Slow your roll, pretty boy, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet.”

He hoped it was too dark, even under the light of a full moon, for you to see his light blush at being called pretty.

He hopped up from the bench, only to get down on one knee and grab your hand, bringing it to his lips to place a light kiss upon your knuckles.

“(y/n), will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

You pretended to think, tapping your hand upon your chin, and Steve rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Of course. Now take me home, it's getting late.”

“As you wish, princess.”

He held onto the same hand he kissed, and you both nearly started skipping to his car, filled with joy at your newly requited love.

He turned the car on, and Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon came on.

Steve looked at you with a huge smile, turning up the radio, and you felt your body fill up with pure happiness. The pure joy you felt in that moment made you a little overwhelmed, and your eyes grew glassy with happy tears.

He pointed at you, singing loudly, but somehow still decently,

“You’re a candle in the window on a cold, dark winter’s night, and I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might”

You laughed, before joining him for the rest of the song, both of you giggling your way through the lyrics, losing yourselves in the other’s eyes.The music crescendoed, and then came to an end with a, “Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore”. He brought you in for another sweet kiss, and you were so happy Steve couldn’t fight his feelings anymore, because here he was, kissing you. And every time he kissed you, from that cold November night and forever forward, all you and Steve felt was utter and complete happiness. Same goes for every time you both heard REO Speedwagon; Can’t Fight This Feeling comes on, and you’re both just like kids again, filled with the freedom that only teenagers in love have. Or maybe, it's the freedom that only comes with being with each other; you and Steve, forever.

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I love the way you smell

ironstrange 😇

I couldn’t resist doing this as an A/B/O fic. I do love that trope, and scent is such a big part of it. 😀

This is not connected to my other A/B/O drabbles. It’s also not relevant which of them is the alpha and which is the omega in this particular scene. You may imagine them as you choose! 😀

Tony circulates through the crowd at the alpha/omega mixer more or less on autopilot. There isn’t a lot of turnover at high security mixers like this one; most of the people here know each other already. They keep coming because someone finds their match just barely often enough to give the rest of them hope. They’d all have better luck at a more publicly available event, but Tony had tried that once since becoming Iron Man and ended up needing the armor to get out again.

Celebrity does have its downsides.

Finishing his drink, Tony is considering heading back to the bar when someone behind him says, “Excuse me.”

Turning, Tony smiles. “Stephen! Fancy seeing you here. Wizard Academy doesn’t run their own mixers?”

“Tony!” Stephen looks startled, for all that he was the one to address Tony first. “They do, but I thought I should branch out.” He pauses and then says, “I didn’t actually realize it was you until you turned around.”

“Then why—” Tony breaks off as realization dawns. They’ve only really interacted in professional settings until now, which means they were both politely wearing scent blockers. But tonight…

Stephen nods. “I caught your scent,” he says.

Tony’s heart rate kicks up a notch. “Would you like to double check?” he asks, gesturing at his throat.

“Please.”

Tony lifts his chin in invitation and Stephen steps in close, leaning down until he can trail his nose delicately up the line of Tony’s throat toward his jaw. Tony shivers at the prickle of sensation and inhales deeply, catching a hint of Stephen’s scent as he does. It’s smokey, a little like incense, and Tony enjoys the thread of it, though he knows it’s only the top notes.

When Stephen pulls back his eyes are dark and his lips parted, like he’s still trying to pull in Tony’s scent. Silently, he tilts his head in invitation.

Up close, Stephen’s smokey scent takes on tones of honey and something else, something sharper. Tony finds his eyes closing as he breathes it in. No one has ever smelled this good. He doesn’t want to retreat, doesn’t want to return to polite conversation. He wants to taste.

“Tony,” Stephen murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

“I love the way you smell,” Tony says softly.

“The feeling is mutual.” Stephen’s hands come to rest on Tony’s hips. “Perhaps we could take this somewhere more private?”

That’s enough motivation for Tony to pull away enough to meet Stephen’s gaze. He’s smiling, eyes bright. It hits Tony all of a sudden, what all of this means: He’s found his mate.

“Your place or mine?” Tony says, waggling his eyebrows, and Stephen laughs.

#IronStrange #Omegaverse #ficlet

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Shattered Memories • Chapter IX: The Thread of Silk and Gold • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: FLUFFITY FLUFF Chapter Warnings: it's another long boi (cries in overachieving and overly self-critical writer) Extra: FELLOW SWIFTIES THIS ONE IS FOR YOU, Had to pull out my songwriting skills for this one-, another chapter I was so excited for EEEEEEEE- Word Count: 6.2k

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DIARY / Dream Log #67 / 05 JUN 2025

I think the hardest drug I ever took was all of Taylor Swift's discography. Because there is no way this boy in my dreams is real. He sounds like fragments of her songs and I swear being a swiftie is finally turning my brain cells delulu.

He's my midnight folklore lover (pun completely intended)

See he's not the breakup songs, no he's the love songs. He's fearless, state of grace, hey stephen, and many others all wrapped in a box of mystery with a bow on too that I can't untie or cut loose.

Of course, I made him up, why else can't I see his face? He's not real, right? He can't be. Something that good in my life doesn't exist. What do I deserve from this kind of love? All I do is hurt the ones I love, so of course he's not real. I'm just delusional. Delusional and lonely as hell.

But at the same time…then why does everything feel like a memory?

[END NOTE]

You decided that you would spend your day at the Avengers Tower penthouse. You don't think you could handle Sam, Bucky, and Dr. Cho teasing you for beaming like an idiot and trying to squeeze it out of you. And you couldn't explain to them how you didn't stay put like you were supposed to. You wondered what they would say if they knew that you kissed him…twice. God forbid Morgan knew too? You would never hear the end of it for at least three months. It was your day off so you didn’t have to worry about random calls since Nika agreed to leave you alone for a while as a way to make up for almost ruining your kiss with Peter.

You could still feel his lips on yours like the ghost of him was left with you when your lips met.

You felt different after the kiss. Good different. You felt lighter like a weight was lifted off of your shoulders and you weren’t sure if it was from the kiss itself or something else. You just knew you were really happy.

You were looking at the timeline FRIDAY had made (and graciously made into the form of a spider web just to fuck with you) and sighed. You wish you could remember everything you were with Peter. It looked like it was lovely…what you guys had before. You wish you could make yourself remember but you couldn’t.

But things started to feel more familiar than before and you couldn't really explain it. After the first kiss, it was like your body remembered him. Kissing him felt familiar but foreign in a good way.

You knew Peter was the faceless boy in your dreams, with no doubt. Especially because he never denied it. You both would beat around the bush about confirming it with the fear of it hurting you even though you were the one to push for answers more than he was. Hell, you're the one who had to find him.

You eyed the timeline and took a deep breath. "FRIDAY, archive the timeline."

After that, you went to the music room where you kept all of your guitars. You were in the mood to play and sing your little happy heart out. You didn't have a lot of guitars but you did have a collection of them that you loved and cherished. You had the first one you ever got which was a regular wooden brown acoustic one that you practiced on all the time. It was filled with stickers on the back of it to give it personality. You still remember how painful your fingers would feel after four hours of practice every day. There was a black one that your dad got you after you mastered playing the first song that you were learning. It was your favorite one for a while until you got your red one. You remember being afraid of using it because you were worried that it would break in your hands. It was precious to you and you didn’t want to mess it up.

It was one of the ones Taylor Swift used on her Red tour.

It was a gift from your beloved Spidey for your birthday. He used his Spidey status and sent Taylor a letter asking if she could wish you a happy birthday. He didn’t expect a response from her, but a week later she did. After a conversation between your favorite hero and your favorite singer, you were met with a beautifully written birthday letter with tickets to her concert and a Polaroid picture of her and her three cats, a video of her singing Happy Birthday, and two signed red guitars, one electric and the other acoustic. The red electric guitar was hung on the wall in your bedroom with the Polaroid framed next to it. The acoustic one took you a week to even use. You remember crying with happiness on and off for three hours when you got it.

Apparently, without knowing, he had saved her once and she wanted to thank him in some way and he chose that to cash in.

You smiled as you picked it up and looked at it for a long, loving moment before turning to grab your notebook. You walked down the stairs and into the living room, plopped down on the couch, and set the guitar next to you as you opened your notebook. You flipped through the pages and looked at the notes, lyrics, doodles, scratched-out, aggressively circled, and underlined words, and tear stains that filled the pages.

The entire notebook was dedicated to him. The Faceless Boy. Peter Parker.

You don’t know why you bound so much of your emotions about him along the white pages and you couldn’t tell if it was a way to clear your mind or if it was a way to heal. Maybe both.

You decided that you were going to stop forcing yourself to remember him and just enjoy the time you’re spending with him and appreciate the new memories you’ll be making with him. One’s that hopefully won’t be erased from your mind this time. Will he ever tell you what even happened? Maybe not and you still hadn’t decided if you were okay with that, but in due time, hopefully, he will be honest with you.

You landed on a page that you remember fresh in your mind because you had only written one thing on the page, and it was three weeks ago when you wrote it.

A single thread ties me to you and yet not a single memory clicks. Are there clues I didn’t see?

It wasn’t the first time you wrote a poetic line in this notebook about the faceless boy, and it wasn’t the first time a poetic line became a fully fleshed-out song. And this moment of inspiration that you had didn’t make anything different. Maybe it was because you were still giddy from the night before.

So you grabbed a pen, picked up your guitar, and began writing and strumming your little heart out.

My sweet boy…

Those three words rang through Peter’s mind for the rest of the night until he fell asleep. And then he dreamt of all the times you called him that before.

He knew you didn’t remember him, that was clear. But something happened when you guys kissed. He knew you felt it because he felt it, and he felt you feel it. On top of that, you didn’t feel any pain from it. And then when you called him my sweet boy…

He nearly lost his mind.

So when Peter woke up, he felt determined. He made a decision that he should have made weeks ago. Really it should have been five years ago.

He was going to tell you everything. And nothing could and would stop him.

So he got up and got into the shower. He spent an ungodly amount of time in there trying to figure out what he was going to say and how to react to any of the possible reactions you would have. After that, he got out and forced himself to eat something before grabbing his backpack and pulling out from under his bed the suitcase full of the things he took from your room instead of telling you everything right then and there. He had his reasons, but he was beginning to second-guess them. He opened the suitcase to check and make sure everything was in there. When that was done, he set the stuff he was taking with him on the bed.

He put on his spider suit, the one you made for him all those years ago, and put his backpack over his shoulders. He made sure the suitcase was locked and secured so nothing would fall out. He thinks he would actually die if that happened. He picked it up and went to hurry out before he backtracked.

He glanced over at the silver spider necklace sitting on his end table.

He chewed his lip. He wants to give it to you so badly, but…he wanted it to be another special moment when he did give it back to you.

So he left it there and hurried out of the apartment window.

Once, he made it onto the roof of the building, he called you. But it went to voicemail. No doubt, you were taking a break from work today. So just to be sure he called your office number.

"Stark Industries," Nika chimed in a customer service voice.

"Hey, Nika. It's Peter,"

"Ah, Avenger Lover Boy,” Her voice went back to normal. “What can I do you for?"

He blushed under his mask at the nickname. "Is (Y/N) there today?"

"Yep, she's up in the penthouse-"

"Cool! I'll be there in like…fifteen minutes."

“Oh?” she asked with obvious cheekiness in her tone. “Making a grand gesture? You better be bringing flowers.”

“She doesn’t do bouquets,” Peter stated. “She prefers going to see the flowers in their natural state. Better for the environment in her eyes.”

Nika hummed in amusement. “You pay attention. Good. See you in a few.”

And with that, she hung up.

He swung from Queens to Manhattan as fast and as carefully as he could and even helped a few people along the way. When he arrived he walked straight into the Avenger’s building. He would’ve swung up to a window and climbed in, but he had no idea how security was and he didn’t wanna risk dropping anything from the highest building in New York City. Again, he thinks he would actually die if that happened. So he let his anxiety win and played it safe by going through the building like a normal person.

He hurried straight for the elevator and impatiently pressed the button as if that would make it come down faster. He tapped his foot on the ground in suspense and waved at different people who walked passed and greeted him. When the doors finally opened, he waited for the people to walk off before hurrying his way inside and aggressively clicking buttons again.

Before the door could close, a hand stopped it from doing so.

Peter looked to see Nika step inside and give him a straight-faced nod as she pressed the button for the door to close. She glanced at him without saying anything and then scanned her eye. There was a long silence as the elevator went up and it honestly made Peter uncomfortable.

“You know,” Nika started. “You’re bold for wearing that suit today after that kiss from yesterday.”

Peter looked at her, his mask showing that his eyes widened.

“I’ll make sure the top floor is on lockdown from anyone else.”

“Nika…” Peter replied as his face burned under his mask when he realized what she was implying.

“Relax, I’m messing with you,” she smirked at him. “You’re so tense right now. Lighten up, dude.”

He took a deep breath and shook it out a little. He was extremely tense. He was about to tell you everything that you should’ve been told years ago.

Once the elevator stopped, she spoke again.

"Good Luck, Peter Parker,” she smiled and walked off and gave him a salute.

"Th-thank you," Peter replied and the elevator closed again and went up.

He took another nervous breath. “Alright, Peter, you got this. No backing down.”

When the doors opened he hurried in to find you, but he stopped when he heard the sound of a guitar coming from the conference room. He stopped in his tracks when he realized that it was you playing your guitar. He slowly walked over to the staircase walked up quietly and kept his distance.

He stopped when he saw you, dressed in a pair of black joggers, a black fitted sleeveless crop top, and a long black cardigan that was falling off one shoulder. You had your stark specs on and you wiggled your bare toes and you strummed the red guitar that he recognized all too well. You were facing the window and he could see your reflection through it but he was just out of view to where you couldn’t see his. He smiled under his mask. He missed watching you play.

But the minute you started singing, his heart nearly stopped.

Green was the color of the grass

Where I used to read at Centennial Park

I used to think I would meet somebody there

Peter remembered when you told him that there were days when you would go to this park and read a book. Sometimes you still went when you needed to clear your mind. Although you were proud to be a Stark, it was a bit of a heavy thing to have on your shoulders at such a young age. So to get away from everything, you would take a book, go to Centennial Park, and escape into worlds that were different from yours. He remembered how you told him that you always hoped to meet eyes with somebody there and fall in love with them.

That’s not exactly how it happened with the two of you, but you always said it was better than your little fantasy.

Blue was the color of your shirt

When you were sixteen at the deli shop

You used to go when you had a little money

He recalled the first time you went to his place with Celina. You all had a project you were working on and he took you to Delmar’s deli shop to get some food.

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Peter realized the song was about your memories of him in your dreams.

Bad was the blood of the vibes in the flight

On your trip to Germany

You ate at my favorite spot for dinner

Bold was the waitress on our three-day trip

Getting lunch in Saxony

She said I looked like an American sweetheart

He remembered that day. The first time you guys met as Spiderheroes.

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Are there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

He leaned against the wall and listened to you continue to sing.

A string that pulled me

Out of all the wrong arms right into the right heart

Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire

Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons

One web of silk and gold tied me to you

Peter smiled as he listened to your melodic and poetic words.

Cold was the steel of my axe to grind

For the ones who broke my heart

Now I live life in the present.

Gold is the color of the leaves

When I'll show you around Centennial Park

Hell, what a journey but it brought me heaven

He looked forward to when you took him to your safe place. Again.

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies

And it's cool, darling, with me

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

You finished the song, let out a breath of relief, and drummed your nails on the guitar gently before setting it down next to you and picking up your notebook. Then you paused and Peter knew why. You sensed him and your eyes widened as you whipped your head around to look for him.

Now’s your chance, he thought, taking off his mask and walking into view.

"Peter…!" You chimed as you set down your notebook and got off the table. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Peter pressed his lips together. Here goes nothing. Actually, it’s everything. "(Y/N)...I have something to tell you."

"Okay…" you responded gingerly as you crossed your arms over yourself with your brows pulled together with a concerned look on your face. You must have sensed his nervousness.

Peter walked over to the table throwing his backpack down and setting the suitcase on the table. He quickly fiddled with the latches, forced them open, and then turned it towards you. You looked at it to see a scrapbook, picture frames, polaroids, and other items that you recognized from…your dreams. Your eyes widened.

"Peter…?" You looked up at him wondrously.

"I know Ghost Stories is your favorite Coldplay album and Lover is your favorite Taylor Swift album.”

You looked at him confused.

“I know you can't get a night of proper sleep unless you drink a cup of tea mixed with milk and honey and you need something to hold while sleeping, specifically, Starky, your wolf plush that you named after your family and the Starks from Game of Thrones. I know your favorite character from Game of Thrones is Lyanna Stark because of the quote 'You saw her beauty but not the iron underneath' from the books and that's the meaning of the blue roses on your tattoo. You also asked Steve to help you with the drawing years ago.”

Your expression turned to shock as you kept looking at him frozen.

“I know that you hate messy spaces and people handing you things because your dad was the same way. I know that you have to pet every cat you come across and that you like dark content and media because it reminds you of who and what you're fighting for and you fear being so out of touch with reality because you're extremely privileged.”

You blink rapidly as you process what is happening at the moment.

“I know that you love playing the guitar and you write songs. It's like your diary where you can properly express yourself because you wish your life was a musical because you're secretly a theater nerd. And you love Hamilton and Six. And Disney movies. And you love listening to the SMASH soundtrack. It’s one of the things you were shy about telling anyone about.”

You press your lips together as your expression softened and your eyes glossed over.

“I know that you love movies and that you have a huge crush on Anakin Skywalker, which I always found concerning by the way. Like…everyone finds that concerning. Ned and I had a conversation about it yesterday. You also hate the recent Star Wars trilogy but you continue to hate-watch it with me because it's something that we did together and as long as we were together, you didn't care what we watched.”

You sniffled softly, listening to him go on.

“I know that you love cold weather because you love the feeling of it on your skin because it reminds you that you're alive and human. You love Edgar Allen Poe and Shakespeare because you love Shakespeare's humor and Poe's dark romanticism. And although you deeply despise magic you love a good fantasy novel. And your book boyfriends are Draco Malfoy and Aaron Warner. And I'm not getting any further into that because I should not be this jealous of fictional characters.”

You let out a choked laugh.

“You have sensory sensitivity so you hate loud noises, bright lights, and feeling things on your hands. And it only worsened when you gained these spider powers that we share.”

You nodded softly and put a hand over your mouth to keep in your sob that was threatening to escape.

“(Y/N),” He walked up to you and gently cradled your face as his own eyes glossed over. “ We….we were in love....deeply and truly and I...fucked it all up and I still don't know if I regret it or not because you have grown into this amazing and beautiful person that I am still in love with....deeply and truly. And five years is a long time I know but...I wanted you to live your life without having to worry about me and be able to focus on yourself.”

He chewed on his bottom lip for a second like he was deciding on his next words carefully.

“When your dad died ...I could tell that you would have been in a really dark place if I wasn't there to help distract you from it. And you know what? It was the same for me too. But we never really worked through it on our own. We became each other's distractions. And I wanted to come to you five years ago, but I made the impulsive decision to let you go so you could heal, grow, and explore life I know that's not a decision I should make for you and I'm so sorry, (Y/N/N), I'm so, so, so, so sorry-"

You couldn’t take it anymore and you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply and passionately before he could continue babbling. Peter froze a moment but then matched the energy of your kiss as his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him.

The kiss was much more desperate but just as passionate as the day before. And there was no one here to interrupt you. It was just the two of you and your passion running wild for each other.

Peter wouldn’t have it any other way.

You pulled back for a moment and he chased the kiss instinctively not wanting to part just yet. He looked at you with hooded eyes and you both catching your breath because you both forgot that breathing during a kiss is essential.

You smiled softly and leaned your forehead on his as said barely in a whisper. "You finally admit you’re the faceless boy,” you sniffled as you met his gaze. “Idiot. You could’ve told me sooner that you’re the guy in my dreams..."

“I’m sorry…” Peter blushed and gulped softly before asking, "Can I also be the guy in your reality?"

You giggled. “There you go flirting again.”

“And I’m still being serious,” he smirked softly.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth as your smile grew. “About damn time you asked me.”

Peter smiled that charming smile you loved so much as he tasted your lips again and your senses continued to bloom within the both of you.

You had so many questions and Peter was expecting that. He was honest and didn't hide anything from you when you asked.

He started by explaining everything that happened and why nobody could remember him.

You repeated it back to him to clarify that you heard everything correctly.

"I'm not sure what pisses me off more, honestly."

"I think all of it pisses you off."

"You're right, it does. And you tried to get everyone to forget that you were Spiderman but you accidentally messed up Strange's spell and it caused a tear in the multiverse? And there were other Peter Parkers? And their villains were here? Wait, did you say Norman Osborn killed your Aunt May?!"

"Not our Norman Osborn," Peter explained. "Ours hasn't done anything yet. I've been keeping an eye on him."

You rubbed your temple and took a deep breath. "That's a lot to process. I think I hate magic again."

After that, he showed you all of the things in the suitcase. He started with the scrapbook that you both made together. It had a red cover and black pages that were filled with drawings, cute words, and pictures of the two of you. The front of it read "Our Story."

There was a tic tac toe game page that read "You Won My Heart" where you both were bored one day and played a game of tic tac toe. You put hearts over each winning line and taped it nicely into the scrapbook. There was another page that read "Our Soundtrack" with different songs written under it. The page was filled with music-themed doodles. Some pages marked your firsts and different highlighting events and you took it all in as you flipped through the pages.

Peter was leaning his head on your shoulder as he also looked at each page. He has looked over this scrapbook on his loneliest days and he memorized it front to back.

He half expected you to say something witty like "We're so cringe for this" or "This is so corny but I kinda love it" but you didn't. You were studying it with soft eyes as you ran your fingers over different parts of the pages and smiled softly. Sometimes you would ask a question about a certain page and Peter would answer.

You came across a page that read "Things I love about Peter" with a list.

"Hmm let's see if this still stands," you teased. "One, pretty smile: true. Two, genius: also true. Three, Kind-hearted: very true. Four, Short King: also very true and adorable. Five, nerdy and geeky: love that. Six, hair: agreed." You skimmed down the rest of the list. "Wow, you're literally my type."

Peter smiled smugly. "I know."

You giggled in response. "Confidence is sexy on you."

"I thought I was conceited?"

"It's different, you're my boyfriend now."

His heart fluttered at that.

"I mean, I'm no Aaron Warner or anything." He teased.

You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Let me explain something to you," you tapped his forehead. "What I like in fantasy and what I like IRL are two different things. In fantasy, I like the dark, brooding bad boys because they're written by women. They're meant to cater to my deep and dark desires personified into my fictionalized self. In real life, I like guys like you. The sweet-hearted cuties from the start." You smiled at him as he looked at you. "So don't worry yourself over men who don't exist. Especially Anakin Skywalker. The actor was just cute and I have a thing for masks."

"Trust me, I know."

You giggled softly and turned the page where it was a list called "Things I Love About (Y/N)". You paused and looked at it.

"Let's see if this still stands," Peter stated with a playful tone. "One, prettiest girl in the world: yep. Two, outspoken and not afraid to stand up to bullies: very true. Three, genius: also true. Four: hard exterior, soft interior: eh, you softened up. More approachable now. "

You snorted in response.

"Five, geek, weeb: still true. Six, talented: extremely true. Shall I keep going?"

You giggled. "You're making my teeth hurt."

"You have phenomenal dental health, you'll live."

You threw your head back and laughed before looking at him. He was looking at you lovingly. You pressed your lips together and looked at the scrapbook shyly.

"Thank you," you started. "For telling me everything."

You felt his presence closer to you and looked back at him to see his face inches away from yours. You met his gaze before he leaned in to kiss you deeply and you responded by kissing back and closing your eyes. His hand softly landed on your cheek and he could feel the warmth of your face and the feeling of love and something else through his senses. you set the scrapbook off to the side and moved yourself to sit facing him as you both deepened the kiss.

He pulls back after a moment.

"Sorry," he said lowly. "I…I just had to make sure that this is real…that you're real."

“I should be the one saying that,” you grinned. “I’ve been the one with dreams.”

“Touche.”

You giggled in response and kissed him again.

You both spent most of the day in and watching movies as you cuddled on the couch. You lent him a pair of joggers and a Joy Division band tee shirt to wear instead of him walking around in his spider suit. You guys ordered pizza and tacos and then went back to watching whatever you guys felt like watching. Peter was lying back on the couch while you were lying on top of him with your head on his chest and your legs entangled together. His hand would stroke your back lightly every once in a while and it lulled you to sleep a couple of times. That, and the sound of his heartbeat in your ears.

"(Y/N)," Peter called to you softly.

Your eyes fluttered open and noticed that the movie you guys were watching had ended. You looked up sleepily at Peter who was smiling down at you.

"Hm?" You hummed in question.

Cute, he thought. "I have to go patrol."

"Huh?" You asked and looked at the time. Five Thirty. "Jeez. I didn't realize…"

"It's okay," he kissed your forehead longingly for a moment and you closed your eyes at the feeling. "I can come back after."

You pout and then shove your face back into his firm chest. You didn't want him to leave.

"No."

Peter chuckled and wrapped his arms around you. "Okay, princess, no more pouting."

He knew pet names like that are your weakness. He could feel the heat of your face on his chest and he smirked.

"Princess," he sang.

"Stop," you whined into his chest shyly while the heat on your face widened which caused Peter to laugh softly.

"You know," Peter started. "You could come with me. People miss you, y'know. Silk and Spidey, Spidey and Silk. I get asked about you a lot."

You sighed and slowly sat up to where you were sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you instinctively as you leaned your head on his shoulder "I…don't do that anymore."

You knew that people wondered what happened to some of the Avengers, and you were one of them that people often wondered about, especially since Spiderman was still out there protecting the little guy.

But one day you just stopped and people wondered what happened to the beloved spiderhero.

"I meant to ask,” Peter started as he looked at you. “Why did you stop?"

You looked at Peter and chewed your lip nervously. Many reasons made you hang up the suit but there were some that really caused you to stop. And you really didn’t want to talk about it.

"Well, for one, I wanted to help Pepper raise Morgan. Two, I have to focus on the company. And Three," you closed your eyes as you thought of the chapter in your life that you never wanted to speak of ever again. "I…made some big mistakes. I…hurt people in…so many different ways and I just don't see myself as a hero anymore because of it. When I was needed most, I let everyone around me down.” You took another deep sigh. ”Not much of a hero thing to do."

Flashes of the past enter into your mind and Peter could feel the guilt, pain, and fear of your senses stirring within him. It was strong and he didn't like it. Something told him there was more to the story but he didn't want to pry. Instead, he kissed your forehead comfortingly.

"Sometimes even the greatest of heroes make the biggest of mistakes."

"I doubt that," you replied. “I kind of like…really fucked up.”

“The fact that you feel guilty about it shows that you aren’t a bad person,” he began. "Do you remember when you first got your powers and what the first thing you did was?"

You remember that day clearly like it happened yesterday.

"I saved a van full of women and girls from getting kidnapped."

"Yeah,” Peter smiled. “ Still in your ballet outfit. Bright pink with your makeshift mouth mask that you quickly made out of your extra pair of leggings.”

You looked up at him.

“It went viral on YouTube and TikTok,” he continued. “You didn't hesitate a second."

You looked at your hands and played with your fingers.

Peter kept going. "You said in your expo speech. With great power comes great responsibility.

"My dad told me that when I was little," you replied with a small smile. “‘Where there is great power there is great responsibility, where there is less power there is less responsibility, and where there is no power there can, I think, be no responsibility’ said by Winston Churchill. And ‘the more privilege you have, the more opportunity you have. The more opportunity you have, the more responsibility you have said by Noam Chomsky,” You raised your hands and looked at your fingertips, where your webs come from. “He told me to focus on the line that resonated with me the most and it was ‘with great power comes great responsibility’ and I’ve tried to live my life by that ever since.”

Ah, Pete thought as he ran a hand through his curls. “Aunt May told me that exact same thing moments before she died."

You looked at him vaguely remembering him telling you that once before. A vague memory flashed in your mind of you holding a crying Spiderman in your arms alongside Ned, MJ, and Celina in the pouring rain. The memory brought a frown to your face.

"When you have this power and then the bad things happen, then it's on us. You knew that immediately. Whether it stemmed from a hero complex or whatever, doesn’t matter. You understood that you had a responsibility. I had to learn it the hard way. And it cost my Uncle Ben’s life."

You looked up at him sadly and a bit of shock in your expression. You felt the guilt and sadness flowing through him.

He continued.

"You're a hero, (Y/N), even when you think you aren't good enough to be one,” he leaned his forehead on yours. “And you'll always be a hero to me."

Your heart swelled at his words and you pressed your lips together. “You always know the right things to say.”

“And I mean every word.”

You smiled and pecked his lips softly and he pecked yours back before you removed yourself from his lap so he could get up.

“Thank you,” you smiled. “I’ll be waiting here for you when you get back.”

He nodded in response. “Okay.”

He got up, got changed, and walked out onto the launched pad for when your dad would put on the Iron suit. You walked out with him as you wrapped your cardigan around your shoulders.

He turned and looked back at you with his mask in his hands. His eyes glistened in the sunset as the wind danced through his curls softly. He smiled softly at you.

“See you later?”

“Mhm,” you responded with a smirk. “Actually show up on time this time, yeah? Because if I have to go looking for you again after another five years I’ll-”

“Kick my ass into another dimension?”

You squint your eyes at him suspiciously. “Yeah…”

“You told me that before,” He said with a chuckle. “Five years ago, Statue of Liberty, moments before…the memory blip, as you call it. But I kissed the words out of your mouth.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms over yourself. “Maybe I should act on it.”

“Maybe you should,” Peter teased and put his mask on. “You gotta catch me first.”

“You’re just trying to get me to patrol with you.”

“Maybe,” he sang. “Maybe not. You’ll have to get it out of me.”

“Goodbye, Peter Parker,” you laughed. “Go, before a bank gets robbed or something.”

“Wow, trying to get rid of me? A bit ago you were begging me not to go. I didn’t take you for the wishy-washy type but hey a lot can happen in five years.”

Your jaw dropped in total shock. “You know what-” You began to speed walk towards him with a playful smirk. “Come here, Smartass!”

He laughed as you chased him around the platform before he ran towards the edge and you stopped in front of him slightly out of breath. He lifted his mask to reveal the bottom half of his face and he kissed your cheek and your face burned once again like it had been doing all day.

“I’ll come back on time, I promise.”

“You better,” you smiled at him. “Now go be a hero.”

He smiled back at you. “And you continue being mine.”

Your face softened as your heart beamed and he turned and jumped off the platform and swung across the city.

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Miranda Priestly and f Reader. Reader gets in between an altercation between Miranda and Stephen. She later tells Miranda "I'll never let anyone talk to you like that again"

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(Fem!Reader x Miranda Priestly) (Pining) (TW: Abusive language)

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“Oh give me a break! You don’t have to make up excuses to try and salvage my ego, Miranda!”

The minute you walked in, you knew something was wrong.

The townhouse air in the evening was usually still and quiet, but the stomping footsteps on the second floor provided a tension that made you pause in the foyer. Stephen was home, you realized. His weird manly cologne filled your lungs, nearly bringing tears to your eyes with how strong it was. Almost a year as Miranda’s assistant, spending time around her husband at least once or twice, and you still couldn’t get used to his smell. Probably because every little thing about Stephen was either utterly boring or terribly annoying. Emily said it was both, but she only expressed that when he called so frequently that Miranda told her to instantly send them to voicemail. ‘If he has something important to say, he’ll leave a message’ but every time he did, it was just a stream of complaints.

If you were in his shoes, something you didn’t think about often because why would you, then you knew you wouldn’t take her attention for granted. She gave it when she could and a loving partner would understand that, and such understanding would lead to a lack of tension, and a lack of tension would result in more of her recognition. Or that’s what you thought. Again- not that you thought about it frequently of course - cuz that would just be silly and unrealistic and strange because she was your boss and she was the most emotionally unavailable woman you knew and even though she loved her daughters, her love for her partners was different and-

“I can’t go one day without them shooting looks at me- like- like I’m some dog! Probably wondering where my keeper is!” His voice echoed upon every floor, making you wince as you slid the Book into its assigned place.

Evidently, they hadn’t heard you come in. They should have been expecting you; at least Miranda should have, but it was easy to lose track of time during the winter months. It seemed to move so quickly, with a prime example being that it was 11:20 on the dot once you got there. Miranda had to attend a small dinner party at 9, so she eventually returned home at 10:30. Not the worst timing for a Friday night, but if Stephen had been ranting from the very moment she stepped in, well then you had no doubt she was tired. Too tired to argue perhaps as you barely heard her murmured response.

“We can discuss this in the morning. It’s late.” She sounded worn. It made your heart ache as you looked up at the ceiling, momentarily debating if you should stay or leave.

“Oh yeah? Just so you can escape back into your job to try and distract yourself from the real issues? Stop acting like a child, Miranda. We’ll talk about this now like adults.” The way Stephen ‘put his foot down’ was nothing in comparison to Miranda’s method. He was too loud about it - too demanding. It wasn’t very effective, even though it did make up your mind for you.

Staying was risky, of course. You could get caught, of course. You could get fired, of course. But honestly? You didn’t trust your boss’s husband. You didn’t trust his demeanor or his drinking or any other little thing about him. And although you didn’t think he would really hurt her, the worry that planted itself in the back of your brain grew swiftly; festering like a disease as you inched yourself toward the stairs and placed your hand on the cold bannister. Worrying for your boss was not your place, but above that, worrying for Miranda Priestly was not your right. You weren’t hers and she wasn’t yours - so there was really no need to stick around. She was entirely capable of taking care of herself.

…And yet?

And yet, something in your gut told you to stay. It was quiet but present - and it murmured softly, convincing you that the second you stepped out of the door and got into the car with Roy and drove off into the night, something would happen. Something bad. Something that you could have avoided if only you were there.

So no, you couldn’t leave. Not yet. Even though Miranda was most likely prepared to tear Stephen a new one.

“I am acting like a child? Calling your wife at 9:45 PM to complain about her absence at a dinner you didn’t confirm is far more childish than me doing my job. What did you expect me to do when you called? Run out of an important business dinner to dash over and wipe your tears before drowning my embarrassment in an overpriced ‘welcome bread basket’? Don’t be absurd, Stephen. You knew I was busy.” And she proved you right - speaking in a low edgy hiss that you suspected was only reserved for her husband. Interestingly enough though, even alone in her house, arguing with this person or the other, Miranda never raised her voice.

No one else thought it was noteworthy enough to mention in quiet conversation, but you were often tempted to bring it up to Nigel. You figured it was because of her childhood - whatever that had been like - and that she vowed to keep her vocal cords safe. It was a small little detail, but when one conversed with Miranda, sometimes it seemed like the only thing to focus on. Her words are always important, yes, but watching her lips move… and seeing the way her teeth formed each syllable… well it was mesmerizing in a way you’d never be able to properly explain. And Stephen, who was pacing the floor above you, was far too daft to understand that.

“What, so if I want to have dinner with my wife, I have to confirm through her assistant? You barely pick up, Miranda!” The sudden growl in his voice had you placing one foot on the stair next to you.

‘This is just a precautionary measure’ you told yourself, knowing that was far from the truth.

“And you pick up too often.” Her quip was breathy and sharp - a clear end to the conversation as you heard her soft footsteps trailing off into another room.

“What does that even mean?! I’m trying to be a good husband, but you are ruining my reputatio-”

“Your reputation?” The venom in Miranda’s voice silenced her husband immediately. “Your reputation…,” you pictured her shaking her head before letting out a little mocking laugh; “…I have no effect on how much you succeed in your career. If you can’t separate work and life, that’s not my problem.”

Their voices were drifting away, lost to the floorplan of their home as you slowly skirted your way up the stairs. It seemed that Miranda had taken your common sense with her when she walked off, leaving Stephen (and you) to follow like lost puppies. Although, she still didn’t know you were there. And you still weren’t going to leave - not until he stopped raising his voice and waking the entire neighborhood.

“God you know- you always treat me like shit, Miranda.” You winced, knowing very well how much she hated cursing. “I am your HUSBAND. You should be speaking to me with respect - not like I’m another worthless magazine you can get rid of. I’ve given you EVERYTHING I have and what have you given me? A few hours of your time? Nothing? Just enlighten me, because I’m really at a loss right now!”

There was a bang then. It was strong and hard and it sounded like he hit something- maybe a side table or a wall- but it didn’t matter to you. He had hit something and if he could hit something- an inanimate object- he could hit his wife and if he hit his wife, he could hurt her and you couldn’t just stand there- you couldn’t just listen to his slander when his wife was giving him everything!; when she was providing and taking care of the children and doing her job all at the same time. You gulped, noticed that you had gravitated up to the second floor, and decided in a split second that if Miranda had anything to say, you’d simply come up with an excuse.

Then, as you listened for where they had gone, you heard hurried footsteps coming back toward the stairs.

“Don’t ignore me, Miranda! Stop hiding behind your job and just admit that you don’t give a fuck about us! I try so hard every day and every night and all you can do is- is- is whore yourself out to those fucking businessmen!”

The gasp that bubbled up in your throat escaped without hesitation. You had never heard anyone talk about Miranda like that - and especially not to her face. If anyone else had spoken so wickedly, you were almost certain that they’d be blacklisted from every bloody establishment in New York City, whether it had to do with fashion or not. But Stephen… well you knew that she had her own reputation to protect - and an escaping husband was not ideal.

But still…

Still…

She didn’t deserve that. And the injustice that had sparked earlier welled up like water boiling over the lip of a full pot. How dare he? How dare he speak to her like that? Your hands balled into fists at your sides; painted nails digging into the skin of your palms.

“Still nothing to say? Huh?!”

A split second later, followed by the sound of Stephen’s yelling, Miranda walked around the corner.

And there your eyes met.

She looked tired at that moment… and small… and utterly incensed at the idea of you being there and witnessing that. The shock played out on her face in the span of a millisecond; with a wide blue gaze and perfect lips parted and sculpted eyebrows raised onto her forehead - which was half covered by a swooping waterfall of messy white hair. It was beyond clear that she was ready for bed and that Stephen was just prolonging her suffering, but you sent a silent prayer to the gods asking to keep your job just before her husband showed up. His hands were on his hips, his face was screwed up into a tired and angry frown, and upon seeing you- he let out a loud scoff.

“Are you kidding me?!” His yell was right in Miranda’s ear but she didn’t seem to care. She didn’t even flinch.

Instead, she was staring right at you. At you. With some sort of fury- some sort of strange deep emotion- swirling around in pearlescent eyes. You felt your knees grow weak but held your ground. If she was going to yell, let her yell. If she was going to coldly dismiss you, let her coldly dismiss you. But at the end of the day, the longer you stared, the more you knew that she knew. That she understood. In the strange telekinetic way that most women shared - the concern that compelled you to stay was reflected in her gaze. And there, in the lull of irritation and tension, was a conversation that only the two of you shared.

It was spoken softly, slowly, and through your eyes alone.

‘I stayed because I was scared for you.’

‘I know.’

‘Are you mad at me?’

‘I don’t know. This wasn’t your place.’

‘I understand. I’m sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.’

‘I can handle myself.’

‘I don’t care.’

‘…I know.’

“Did you plan this? Is that why she’s here?! What- did- did you call her? To witness us fight? See I knew you were fucking crazy! From day one I told myself ‘Stephen don’t get involved with her’ and now look where I am!”

Your silent conversation was snapped in half as he ranted; all while shoving past Miranda to walk further into the hall and throw his hands up in the air like a kid. You felt your body jolt at the sight of her being pushed, but like the impenetrable wall she could be, your boss stood her ground and allowed her husband to brush past her shoulder. As if there wasn’t force in the way he walked. As if you weren’t this close to throwing a punch.

And Miranda could see it in you. She could see the irritation- the sense of injustice and everything that came with it- but she also knew you wouldn’t do anything. You were too kind. Too understanding.

Well… unless someone like Stephen said what he said next.

“You know what? No. I’m done. You listen to me right now,” and then he rounded on your boss, walking right up into her space so quickly that you couldn’t help but push yourself to get closer. And from where you stood then, you saw the way he pushed his finger into her chest and seethed with an unnecessary amount of rage.

“You listen and you learn. I have had it up to here with your bullshit. The cold shoulder, the missed dinners, the terrible schedules, the fact that you don’t even care if the twins like me or not - I’m sick of it. You treat me like an accessory. Another bag for the queen of fashion to throw out but guess what. Guess what, Miranda! I don’t care anymore. We’re separating - and you’re gonna end up like all of the other sad washed up celebrities: Pathetic and- and- weak and alone. Because no one- no one- could possibly love you like this,” and you watched with disgust as he shook his head and let out a cruel laugh. “No one could possibly look at you, with your stuck-up bitchy behavior, and see something worth loving. And-”

Before he could continue, you heard yourself speaking.

“You are absolutely pathetic.”

Two sets of eyes turned on you - one of them confused and the other severe, silently telling you to just shut your mouth. Normally, you would. Normally, you’d listen to your boss and obey her commands- silent or not- because you appreciated her authority and you were halfway in love with her. But it was for that last reason, the very reason why your ribcage felt like a zoo butterfly exhibit, that you decided not to listen. Sure, Miranda would hear your angry love-sick quips, but that didn’t matter. You were going to spill your heart out onto the floor, take a page out of your boss’s book…

…and kick Stephen’s ego into the dust.

“What did you just say?” His eyes were disbelieving as he turned to you; and though a twinge of fear dug at your heart, you pushed on.

“You heard me. You’re pathetic. Pathetic and weak and honestly? Really really embarrassing. It’s no wonder she doesn’t wanna spend time with you. Aside from being the busiest person on Earth and providing you with a roof over your head, she has kids and a job to maintain. But it’s fine- it’s fine!, because you get to complain and she doesn’t. Because you think she owes you everything, but she doesn’t. And she never did. And she never will.” You weren’t sure when you had gotten so close to him, but the backwards step he took gave you enough confidence to continue. “And if you think you mean anything to her, above her children, above her passion, then you are so sorely mistaken that it’s almost funny. Because me, and so many others, have seen how much Miranda cares about those closest to her - and if she’s not making you better, then you’re clearly not worth her time. But maybe if you exercised some more respect, maybe if you showed you cared, she’d bother to call you back and she’d bother to act like your wife. But you don’t do that. So why should she show you what you don’t show her? Huh? Why should she love you when there’s other people out there- when- when there’s people like- like Nigel, like Emily, like me,” you took a deep breath, nearly choking on your words because you were talking so fast, “who would give her the world if she asked for it. Who would do anything to have her attention. So- so why should she love you when you take it for granted? When you, who gets it for free, don’t have to bend over backwards for her affection? When- when- you- you attend events with her, you have dinner with her, she calls you darling! And you take it all for GRANTED - BECAUSE YOU JUST DON’T CARE!”

Your eyes were most likely bloodshot. Your body was shaking. Your head was pounding and your heart was in your throat.

But Stephen looked shocked, having taken more steps backward toward the stairs as you approached him like a blood-thirsty lioness. And at that, watching the way his hand scrambled for the banister, you felt a strange twist of pride creep throughout your heart.

…But it wasn’t enough. You wanted him gone. So you cleared your throat, straightened your spine, and sniffed.

“That’s enough.”

Of course. Miranda cut in, her cool voice dousing your rage like a bucket of water over burning coals; dragging you back into yourself from where you had gotten lost in the clouds; reminding you that you weren’t supposed to be there in the first place. That you were just an assistant. Just a young woman who had stepped out of line to try and protect a woman who didn’t really need it. And instinctively, as though you had been slapped in the face or tugged by a leash, you backpedaled until Miranda’s soft footsteps came over and her back faced you. Stephen’s expression was hidden.

“…I’ll contact Leslie in the morning,” her voice was soft… introspective… distant in a way that made you nervous. “Until then… find somewhere else to spend the night.”

And things grew very quiet.

The only sounds you heard were the bustle of the city and the individual breathing of the three of you. Everything else was silent. The rest of the house, empty without Patricia and the twins (all of which were visiting their grandparents), felt like a movie set with a hidden audience. As though, at about any minute, the credits for the end of the episode would roll and you, Miranda, and Stephen would let out sighs of relief and walk off set and go get cups of water and coffee. But even as you stood there, trying hard not to tilt to the left to watch Stephen walk downstairs and out of the house, you knew what had happened was no fun and games. No, you’d definitely be facing consequences once he was gone.

And finally, after a few more moments of prolonged silence, his footsteps were going down the stairs and into the foyer. Your eyes traced the contours of Miranda’s silk shirt, watching the way it flowed over her shoulders as she walked closer to the staircase to watch Stephen go. One minute- two minutes- and then the front door was opening and closing behind him…

…and silence fell again.

You swallowed, feeling as though you had suddenly been thrown into the center of the sun. The heat of your embarrassment was excruciating - and if Miranda turned around, she’d spot the blush on your cheeks instantaneously. But that was a strong if, because she hadn’t just yet. Nope, instead, she stood staring at the door, letting the air settle. And you weren’t going to interrupt that, so you kept your mouth shut and tried to rationalize mentally.

If she asked, you’d just tell her the truth. That the world got crueler each day and it was in your nature to worry and that no wife should ever come face to face with a furious partner - at least not without the chance to talk civilly at first. And then you’d tell her that it was okay if she wanted to fire you and that you were sorry for being so open and that if you had fucked things up, you’d do whatever you could to fix them.

…

The silence eventually became deafening. And there was an itch in your legs that was getting to you. And your hands were slowly untensing, left with an ache from the pressing of your fingernails. And the exhaustion from the long day was getting to you - so you cleared your throat and prepared yourself.

“Miranda, I’m so sor-”

“That was unnecessary.” You couldn’t hear an ounce of emotion in her tone.

And all you could do was nod and look down at your feet.

“I- I know. I know. But I just… I just couldn’t leave, Miranda.”

“You couldn’t or you didn’t want to?”

Well that was a brilliant question. One you wished you could answer without crying. One you wished you could answer without feeling like a complete loser.

“…Both, I guess.” You settled on the best option you could think of and began shaking your head when the only response you got was a low hum of acknowledgment.

And Miranda still hadn’t moved. She was probably compartmentalizing - or disappearing into her fashionable mind palace - all while you stood there looking at her like she had just smacked your ice cream onto the floor.

Well… if there was one thing you knew, it was that the tension-filled silence couldn’t continue. She could either fire you quickly or make it slow and painful, but either way you weren’t going down without a fight.

“Look, I’m sorry. I am. I know it was out of line and it was too much and I should’ve just kept my mouth shut but I promise I did it with good intentions. And I promise I wouldn’t have stayed if I wasn’t worried and I wouldn’t have said anything if I weren’t genuinely upset. And… and I don’t know if you want to fire me because of that, but if you’re gonna do it - please just get it over with. I know I’m a good assistant, I- I know I’ve learned quickly and I’m sorry that I just completely ruined that right now but if you somehow just gave me another chance, I wouldn’t make another mistake. I promise. And I wouldn’t- I- I-,” you stumbled over your words, feeling the intense pounding of your heart press up against your chest, like it was begging to bounce onto the floor and tumble down the stairs. And the feeling felt so sickening that you had to take a deep breath and shake your head and push down the angry, anxious, terrified tears that yearned to spill into your eyes. “And I- I’ll- I’ll never let anyone talk to you like that again… I promise.”

Your voice was frail. The fire from earlier was gone - as though it had never existed at all. And Miranda still just stood there, with her phone in one hand and her face turned away from you…. Like you weren’t good enough to see her. Like you didn’t deserve to know what she was thinki-”

“You talk too much.” It was the only thing she said before she turned around and walked right past you - faster than lightning.

And you blinked just in time, turning on your heel and staring after her.

“Wh-what? That’s it?” You called. No firing? No scolding?

The room she was heading into looked like a study - but that swiftly became unimportant when she paused at the door and turned to you.

Her face, lit up by the hall light, looked tired in the same way it was earlier. But her eyes… well there was something in them that you couldn’t place. It looked like amusement… and something softer. Something- dare you say- grateful. But it was probably just a trick of the light - and you were probably just hallucinating because of your own exhaustion - and she was most likely just itching to get her duty done and go to bed.

And you suspected that was the case until she took a second to look you up and down in that way that she did- with her blue eyes searching and her gaze laser-sharp- and eventually, eventually, she made it back up to your face. Her expression was blank.

“…On Monday morning, tell Emily that the clothing department has a new opening. Then tell everybody else.” There was a pause. “…And be prepared to start interviews on Tuesday.”

And the last you saw of her then- of the sweet poison you called Miranda Priestly- was the statuesque shape of her body’s side profile as she softly closed the study door.

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Thank you for the request, anon! I understand this isn't terribly fluffy, but I wanted to make it as realistic as I could. I hope you enjoyed! - Ripley

(P.S. DWP is my favorite movie!)

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Oooh!!! So here's a question I've never thought to ask; what are your favorite takes on Stephen outside of the comics?

Hiiiii! First of all, so sorry for taking so long to reply, I needed a quick break to heal but I'm feeling alright again to be here so let's goooo

Mmmm, my favorite takes on Stephen outside the comics? Mmmm, that's a hard one for me, honestly. I haven't watched the last episode of What If? cause I heard it's bad, and I'm just soooo detached from the MCU (last thing I watched was Wakanda Forever, I think?).

Overall, most things I appreciate in MCU!Stephen are those related to comics (I know, it's my simp side, can't help it haha). There is one, though, that always caught my interest, which is MCU!Stephen's hobby with songs and music in general. We don't see much of his personal preferences, so seeing a "silly" trait like this one gives him more layers. Also taste ✨

His bickering with Wong is also hilarious, and it warms my heart that he's humble enough to bow and acknowledge Wong's status as the Sorcerer Supreme. I'm not very confident with his next steps in the MCU, truth be told (this is me avoiding the word 'afraid'), but as long as there's growth and they treat him well, I'm willing to make an effort and give writers a new chance (they REALLY need to tone down his arrogance, tho, it's time).

On the game department, I still need to play Midnight Suns (too expensive to buy in my country rn, I cry), but I'm about to try MUA 3 so maybe I can spot something in his personality that catches my eye n.n

Thank you for asking and once more apologies for taking this long! Have a wonderful day/night 💜

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All I Want - Part 2 || Doctor Strange x fem!reader

Word count: 4.5K

Warning: HEAVY SPOILERS to DS:MoM. MildAngst. Mild Violence, Adventure. Doctor Strange x You

A/N: First of all, thank you all so much for enjoying 'All I ask - Part 1', I did not expect it to get much attention at all. Here's Part 2, I hope ya'll enjoy it as much as the first. This one is a bit light-hearted and leans more into action (which is my first time writing as well, I tried my best.) I hope it's not too boring.

Ps. I inserted some MCU references, I can't help myself. Part 3 will contain Stephen trying to get you back.

PART I // PART III ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else***

Tags: @vickymendes30 @sherlux @s1xthirty @sillyfreakfanparty @webhead-s @lovelyleanie @silententhusiastdreamer

“Do you, (Y/N, L/N), take David Haller to be your lawfully wedded husband, do promise to love and cherish him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her/him, for so long as you both shall live?” The Pastor turned to you and asked with a soft smile. You glanced at the Pastor then your future husband.

With a shy smile, you opened your mouth to say ‘I do’ but before you could, an all too familiar voice spoke over you, “Don’t! So help me god, please do not say, I do.” Stephen stood tall in the middle of the aisle, his voice bouncing off the walls of the cathedral. People gasped and started murmuring with each other. You looked around feeling embarrassed, you took one step down, David’s big hands clasping around your arm, mouthing, ‘Don’t.’

“It’s fine.” You reassured him and walked towards Stephen, “Are you out of your mind?” You whisper-shouted, standing directly in front of the taller man, looking up at him with furious eyes.

“I’ve been through this once and I will not stand and do nothing, especially when it’s you. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone else?” He places his palm against your cheek, his voice as soft as his touch. His eyes narrowed as he scanned your face, searching for the truth hidden in it.

Though it felt nice to feel his touch on your skin, your heart didn’t belong to him anymore. How could he turn up to your wedding declaring his love for you in front of everyone, right when it’s too late? You raised your hand and slapped him as hard as you could across the face—

Stephen rose from his slumber panting, this recurring nightmare is driving him insane, he swore he could feel the sting of your slap against his left cheek. Stephen knew that somewhere in another universe, this was actually happening to him. He couldn’t complain though, they all deserve it, him included, for leading you on when he clearly wasn’t ready for you.

Ever since that cold day where he walked out of your life, you're all he's been thinking about. He thought about all the different outcomes that could've been. Would it push you away even further if he stayed with you? Now he just wasn't sure whether he made the right decision.

He believes he could easily walk back into your life, but it’s mending what he broke is the tough part. And It almost seems like fate was playing with the both of you because there were countless times where you've crossed each other's paths and you avoided him every time. Stephen felt bitter, he wasn’t used to you acting as if he's a stranger but he had no one else to blame but himself. You only truly realize what you've lost until it's gone.

It’s been eight months since the break-up, and six months since he and America Chavez dealt with The Scarlet Witch. His adventures in the multiverse helped him clear his clouded head, which is why he's made up his mind to get you back but with the help of a teenager who seems to be obsessed with his love life.

•••

Six months ago

Stephen and America landed in a universe somewhat similar to theirs however this one was teeming with plant life in skyscrapers, multiple rainbows in the sky, the air smells fresh and unpolluted, green means stop and go means red and everyone wore neutral colored clothing, making him and the kid stand out from the crowd. It hasn’t been five minutes and Strange already had to put a spell on a man because of America’s careless shenanigans.

They walked past a futuristic shop that promotes having memories played for you and buy it to preserve it. America went first, the AI scanning her and showed a realistic hologram of her memory, only to show the start of her calvary of losing her moms and being lost in the multiverse.

Stephen stepped into the pod right after America, the AI automatically scanning him for a memory to be played back for him. The hologram expanded covering most of his surroundings.

Stephen saw you, standing alone at the nurses station reading your patient’s charts in an old folder. He found himself standing adjacent to you, this moment was the first time he met you. He watched himself feel the dried skin on his lips, “My lips have gotten so dry, does anyone have chapstick by any chance?” He asked.

You looked around but didn’t raise your head, there was nobody there but the two of you but you didn’t feel the need to answer him, just in case he wasn’t actually talking to you.

“Nobody? Okay.” He sighed and drummed the counter surface with his fingertips.

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” You met his gaze and didn’t realise it was the actual Stephen Strange who was trying to have a chat with you.

“Yeah, it’s not like there’s other people here but us.” He replied sarcastically with a smile, the smartass-erry kind of rubbed you the wrong way.

“If you didn’t make it sound like there were other people here then maybe I wouldn’t have ignored you.” Your eyebrows quirked, giving him a bit of attitude. You’ve heard stories about him, about how he’s very egotistical and loves to be in control, how he is fawned over by many of the staff because of how intelligent he is, not to mention his confidence… but despite his intelligence there’s only one thing he can’t figure out, his relationship with Christine.

Stephen shrugged, “So (Y/N),” He paused, his flirtatious eyes noticed the name badge on your chest, “I haven’t seen you here before, are you new here?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out, Doctor.” You emphasised on his title with a half-smirk, “Oh and here. Keep it, don’t worry I haven’t used it yet. I wouldn’t want to contaminate your sterile field.” You left your cherry flavoured chapstick near him, leaving Stephen all by himself.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He scoffed, not sure why he feels offended by you. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you until you disappeared in the corner. He was stunned that you just shut down his advances and possibly just insulted him without a stutter.

The memory dissipated after he took one step back, America had her hand over her mouth trying not to laugh, “Damn, (Y/N)’s way sassier in your universe.” Stephen gave her a warning look, causing America to clear her throat, “What? It was obvious you liked it.” She shrugged.

Stephen shook his head, “This is a waste of time, Let’s go.” He ushered the kid to follow him in the direction of the Sanctum, “You seem to know a thing or two about (Y/N), have you met her in other universes?”

America glanced at the man, surprised he wanted to keep talking about you, despite looking full of regret after watching his memory, “Yeah but your relationship with her in the other universes seemed a bit inconsistent or different from each other.”

“What do you mean?”

“In one universe, you guys have always been together, in another just friends, and in some she was the one who got away. Also, I haven’t met a Doctor Strange that didn't have a Christine crisis yet to be honest— it’s like you guys really aren’t meant for each other; but with (Y/N), I think your outcome will depend on the choices you make, y'know? Like in the future?” America shrugged and noticed that the man was in deep thought, “But take my word with a grain of salt. I’m not really an expert with this whole universe-fate-thing.”

"It actually… kind of makes sense." Stephen tilted his head, mumbling. A tinge of hope about getting you back blossoming inside him.

"So… are you going to tell me about your (Y/N)?" America playfully nudged Stephens arm, anticipating for some kind of love story from the man.

Your (Y/N).

"You make it sound like she's mine." Steven furrowed his brows.

"Wait, she isn’t?! Awh what a bummer. What did you do?" America puffed her cheeks, her shoulders slouching slightly in disappointment, she was already accusing Stephen of being the one in the wrong.

"I–" He paused and squinted his eyes at the kid, "Last time I checked, I wasn’t obligated to tell you anything about my love life."

"Oh c'mon! We're already talking about her, you might as well just tell me— all the other Stranges did, don't be the sourpuss." America pushed on, trying to convince the man to spill the juice.

Stephen heaved a frustrated sigh, he had a feeling the kid won't stop until he spits it out, "I might’ve unknowingly made her my rebound–"

America gasped, "Man, that's cold." Stephen shot her a glare, "Sorry, continue." She sheepishly fixed her gaze ahead of her.

"I was so focused wallowing on my unreciprocated love for Christine that I turned a blind eye to the one who actually deserves it. She endured all of the pain I was causing her for a long time–" Stephen got interrupted by America gasping quietly, covering her mouth.

"You walked away didn’t you?" She squinted her eyes at the man.

"Uh– no, she asked me to let her go and I just respected her wishes."

America threw her hands in the air at Stephen’s lame excuse, "That’s walking away genius! You didn't even fight for her? like you didn't take her in your arms and y'know? ki–"

Stephen's eye twitched, "You watch too many dramas kid. Tch. We're here."

Stephen and America were welcomed by a large statue of his variant, the metal plaque quoted, 'In honour of Doctor Strange for sacrificing himself to save humanity from Thanos.'

"I'm dead in this universe. Great." Stephen threw his head back, feeling defeated.

"Then who's guarding the sanctum?" America furrowed her brows, the frustration of Strange was getting to her, he was the only one she could trust and he's beginning to feel helpless.

"Let’s hope for someone reasonable."

The Sanctum doors opened on their own revealing the current master guarding it. Stephen and America's eyes widened as they held in a gasp while seeing you with a dark green tunic robe, your hair fell onto your waist, half-braided around the crown of your head. It brought up your beauty even more despite having a few wrinkles showing the years you've grown wiser.

"I always suspected this day would come," You walked towards Strange with a stoic expression, not allowing them to measure your next move.

"You did?" Stephen's jaw tensed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed out of nervousness. He couldn’t calculate what you were going to do.

"Yes," You stood a metre apart from the two, taking turns to give them glances, "Because you always suspected, this day would come."

Stephen glanced at his statue then back to you, looking confused as hell. His body was tense and his guard was up despite feeling secretly happy to see you, or at least a version of you, a slightly older version.

"My love," You stepped closer and crowded his space with your embrace, your arms wrapping around his torso under his arms, his heart thrashed inside his chest, he almost forgot to breathe. You pulled away, your smile gleaming, "Come, you have to tell me all about your universe."

You led the pair in a meeting lounge on the second floor of the sanctum. Both were taking turns to explain to you about the danger America is in and how dangerous The Scarlet Witch has become. None piqued your interest until Stephen mentioned The Book of Vishanti. Your head tilted to the side, curious about what their actual motives were with it.

“The Book of the Vishanti contains the most powerful magic spells known, I’m assuming you want to use it against your Scarlet Witch?” You placed your tea down, pressing your lips together, “I’m afraid I can’t take you to the book.”

Stephen’s brows drew together as he wasn’t expecting you to refuse, he stood up to protest, “You don’t understand- Wanda, s-she…” After a split second, Stephen felt light headed, his surroundings were warping, his vision and hearing becoming distorted, same goes with America.

“What was in that tea?” The kid passed out on the arm leather chair while you approached Stephen who was fighting off the spell.

“I can’t give you the book, Stephen,” You leaned in close, Stephen attempted to use his powers but was unable to because you’ve set the Sands of Nisanti in effect, “Because all of you, are the real dangers in the multiverse.” You lightly flicked his forehead, the sleeping spell making it easier to topple him down.

In Stephen’s point of view, everything fell into slow motion, “You bitch.” He cursed as he fell on the floor, he watched you crouch over him with a cruel smile spreading across your face.

“Oh darling, you made me.” Was the last thing he heard when everything went black.

•••

Stephen woke up inside a thick metal glass, his wrists bounded by high technology cuffs that flashed green. His senses slowly went back to normal yet he felt groggy. The sinister image of you being the first he remembers – flashing in his memory like a film. Not only he felt infuriated that you’ve outsmarted him, he also felt betrayed. Whatever Doctor Strange did in this universe to you, it was probably that bad.

He got up, asking America if she was alright. The girl has been busy trying to catch anyone's attention to no avail for the last three hours. Only when Stephen woke up is when someone felt compelled to say something.

Stephen was surprised to see Christine, but felt nothing when he laid eyes on her. Not a thrum in his heart could be felt. He threw questions at the woman, anything he could come up with to try and gain her trust but it didn't work, “Your mere existence in this universe can result in catastrophic events, and should you be found guilty by our leaders, we have no choice but to do something about it.”

Stephen looked at Christine with his brows arched, “Your leaders? What? The Avengers?”

You answered Stephen as you walked in with Ultron Sentries following behind you, “The Illuminati, will see you now.”

“The Illumi-What-ty?” Stephen’s cuffs conjoined together before the heavy doors of his cube opened up. Watchful eyes saw him out as he approached you and the Sentries, “Don’t let anything happen to that kid.” He firmly asked of you and Christine.

“No! Where are you guys taking him?!” America stood close to her door, scared to be left alone without the only person she could trust.

You glanced at America who was basically on the verge of tears seeing Stephen being taken away, “Guard the lab and prepare for anyone who tries to attack.” You ordered in a monotonic voice, you turned your back towards Stephen and gestured to him to follow you, the Sentries surrounding him on both sides.

“(Y/N), Whatever I did to you in this universe, I am sorry.” Stephen thought it was a good idea to start a conversation, but he was only trying to get under your skin, “I made a stupid choice in my own reality, I shouldn’t have let you go so easily.”

You halted, turning your head without facing him, “I didn’t ask and I am not interested.” You harshly replied.

“If I ever get back to my own reality, I will make sure to make things right, spend every hour of every day offering myself wholly to you, to make up for your time, which I wasted.” He stared pointedly at your back, trying to fish some sort of reaction from you, trying to push all the wrong buttons.

“I said, I didn’t ask and I don’t care.” You spoke hard and proceeded to lead him to where the rest of The Illuminati were. Stephen smirked behind your back, he definitely got under your skin. Your grudge seeped out of you, he instantly knew he could use this to his advantage, he doesn’t know how yet but he’ll work it out.

Before he knew it, he faced the judging eyes of the so-called ‘The Illuminati.’ You named them one by one while Stephen retorted smartass replies. The Illuminati was already convinced that Doctor Strange was a bigger threat than the Scarlet Witch no matter what he says. Classy Pitbull in yellow hot wheels, as Stephen called him, told the truth about killing their Doctor Strange because of how much he’s been corrupted by the Darkhold, causing an incursion, resulting in the annihilation of another universe.

Stephen has the urge to bang his head on the wall as you and the others sit up there, grossly underestimating Wanda and overestimating him all the while the alarms start going off, “We’ve been breached.”

“No shit, genius.” Stephen glared up at you and Professor X, the others running out to defend the base. You casted your vote to get rid of him while the older man proposes to let him go.

“Are you crazy? He will destroy all of reality!” You pointed at Stephen with your weapon, the ancient sword of O’Bengh.

“Just because someone stumbles and loses their way, doesn't mean they are lost forever. We will let him go.” Professor X gave Stephen a small smile before excusing himself out, leaving the two of you alone.

“You heard him, uncuff me.” Stephen commanded while his eyes followed your pacing figure up at the platform. His tone made you laugh, does he really think Professor X’s words alone matter?

“That’s one out of six, we will wait until the others have returned to get your final verdict.”

The building rumbles, cement powder crashing on the floor and Strange nervously looks at the ceiling, “I don’t think your friends are coming back-,” Stephen began to reason but you kept the silent treatment, “Okay, I think I know what this is about…,” Stephen laughed, a haughty sound that makes you want to shatter his teeth, “We obviously have history…. and I’m assuming it fell down the drain because of a simple mistake.” He shrugged, minimising what might’ve been a huge mistake.

He watched your body language carefully, you fiddled with the handle of your sword behind you, you were taking in deep breaths, your cheeks puffing slightly as a sign you were getting agitated, just like how he wants you to be.

“I bet you’re doing this to get revenge, haven’t you gotten that already? When all of you killed me? Hah, imagine taking away someone else’s Stephen just because you can’t get over me? Just how bad did I fuck you up in this universe huh?” Stephen kept on goading you.

Your jaw was beginning to ache from clenching your teeth, “Bad enough for me to want to kill you twice.” You drew O’Bengh’s ancient sword and lunged at Stephen, swinging the mystic blade towards him, coming down on him hard. Stephen had little time to register the attack but thanks to his quick thinking, he used his cuffs to block your first blow.

Stephen’s brute force pushed you back, he crouched down to sweep his foot under yours and you stumbled on the cold floor, “Too slow.” All he could do was to push you back and defend, he refuses to punch or hit you even though his life is endangered. You eyed each other like hunter and prey, Stephen cocking his brow, daring you to attack him.

You grumbled and lurched towards him once more, striking him with your sword repeatedly with your full weight, attacking him with no goal but death. You used all the strength you can gather with each blow, hard enough to get him flying towards the wall and uncuff one of his wrists.

With a heavy breath, you walked towards him, grabbing the man by the collar and pushing him against the wall, pointing your blade at him, with a split second of uncertainty in your eyes. You pierced the blade forward aiming at his face while he held onto your wrist tightly and cuffed your wrist just in time. As soon as his eyes met yours, you knew you were in trouble. Your powers became ineffective and your sword withdrew before it could stab him in the face.

It caught you off guard as you lost your abilities, “I don’t want to hit you.” He said, his breath ragged from taking all of your strikes.

“Then you’re a coward.” You were shocked but you recovered fast enough to launch a punch at his face, Stephen caught your fist, enveloping it with his big hands. You yanked and pulled while fighting hand-cuffed to each other, only separating when the cuffs got hooked and you fell in the pit in between the platforms.

You fell to the floor with a grunt, using your elbows to sit yourself up. This time Stephen had the upper hand and charged towards you, using his weight to pin you on the floor. You squirmed under him, however you already made a mistake of using up all your energy towards him, “STOP IT,” He roared, “I am done playing around, tell me where The Book of Vishanti is.”

“I’m not going to tell you.” You say sending daggers with your eyes while you are struggling against his weight.

“That kid’s life is in danger, do you understand me? If The Scarlet Witch absorbs her powers and she dies, that’ll be in your hands, not mine.” Stephen says through gritted teeth, “This isn’t about me anymore (Y/N), this is about the kid. Please.” Stephen locks in his blue eyes directly into yours, pleading, his genuine emotion melting the icy wall you built around yourself. Your guts telling you to help them.

Your facial muscles softed, you can see it in his eyes that he seriously cared about America, “Fine, but I’m doing this for the kid.”

Stephen released a heavy sigh of relief after hearing you say those words, “Thank you.” His eyes slightly filling with water, he cleared his throat and pushed himself up and you with him.

You dusted yourself and looked up at the ledge, “Help me up then.”

“How do I know you won’t leave me behind?” Stephen asked, hesitant to do your request.

“Do you want to save the kid or not?” You rolled your eyes and snapped at him. Stephen gave you a boost and you climbed up the ledge, “C’mon.” You reached your hand out to him, and pulled him up with the last remaining strength you got left.

It was a bit of a struggle pulling him up, considering the fact that he weighed much more than you. You ended up back on the floor, trying to catch your breath.

“So you got a soft spot for kids huh?” Stephen asked.

You nodded, “I have a daughter.”

Stephen perked his head, “You do? Is that why you changed your mind?”

“Partly yes, and partly because I could tell you really cared about America.” There was untold sadness behind your eyes as you told him your reason, “My Stephen… he only cared about becoming more powerful because he’s afraid of the unseen dangers that lurk. We had a daughter and she unexpectedly came with powers. He thought that this would attract creatures of the dark and believed she’s not strong enough to control it. So he absorbed her power, telling me that it wouldn’t harm her but along with her powers came her life force. I couldn’t do anything about it, I couldn’t stop him and I lost her.” You tried to laugh it off and wiped your tears with your eyes, “Anyway, let’s not waste any more time, we have to go.” You stood up and Stephen took hold of your wrist.

“I-” He began. He suddenly felt bad about provoking you and if his version were still alive in this universe, he would be more than happy to get rid of him, himself.

“If you’re going to apologise, there’s no need. When you get back to your reality, just do me a favour and make things right. Show your (Y/N), your raw feelings, and most importantly, let go of your fears. You can’t have control over everything.” You gave him a soft smile.

•••

You and Stephen sprinted through the corridors, trying to find America. You passed by another hallway and saw Christine with the girl in your peripheral vision, you pulled Stephen back and approached the two.

“Stephen!”America ran towards the man and hugged him.

Stephen awkwardly patted America’s back, “Are you hurt?”

You and Christine exchanged glances to each other, “Christine, if you don’t mind removing the cuffs please.” You lifted your wrist.

“Oh of course.” She pressed the control button, unlocking yours instantly.

“And his.” You gestured your head towards Stephen. Christine was quite reluctant to release the man, “It’s okay. If America trusts him then, it’s good enough for me.” You smiled at the girl.

“I had a feeling you weren’t so bad.” America chuckled and hugged you as well.

“We have to get you to the book and out of here.” Your smile twitched as you grabbed onto her, leading them towards a door that had stairs leading into the basement. The four of you raced down the stairs, not killing anymore time.

“Go! Go!” You allowed Christine and America to go first, you and Stephen following just behind them. The Witch was getting closer and closer, despite the four of you sprinting as if you’re in a marathon. You slowed down, Stephen was only able to notice that you weren’t next to him after failing to hear your footsteps, “(Y/N)! What are you doing?”

Christine and America halted a few metres away from him, looking back to see what's going on.

“I’m going to buy you some time, GO!” You began drawing powers with your hand gestures but the three didn’t move an inch, “What are you waiting for? LEAVE, NOW!” You shouted with urgency as you could hear the Witch catching up.

“(Y/N), you can’t fight her off alone.”

“I know, and I said I’m going to buy you some time.” You repeated firmly, showing Stephen that you weren’t going to budge this time.

Stephen gritten his teeth, knowing what you’re about to do and quite reluctant to leave you behind, “Damn you.”

You chuckled, “Promise me, you’ll keep that favour. That's all I want from you now.” You chucked a pendant necklace towards Stephen with a little message engraved on it, "You're going to need that. Now go."

Stephen caught it and read it clenching his jaw as he forced himself to run, "Go!" He shouted at the two who were confused as to why you weren't coming. Christine snd America shouting your name as Stephen pulls them along as the heavy doors slams shut.

As the red fog rolls in, you conjure your spells green in colour to repel the witch for as long as you can hold, your smirk growing as the Scarlet Witch emerges from the dark, "Glorious Purpose."

my soul has travelled long and far to find yours. – (Your Initials)

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You’ve Been Here All This Time?

Summary: Y/n hasn’t heard from her soulmate in years and eventually learned to live with the fact that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be. What happens when she writes one last message to hers while living at the Sanctum?

Soulmate AU where soulmates communicate with each other by writing on their skin.

Notes: maybe some slight angst? mostly fluffy though :)

At first you had thought that they were just busy. People need to do things like work, run errands, or visit family. So it was normal to not communicate for a few days.

But when you still hadn’t heard anything after a few weeks, you began to worry. You covered your body in ink, sending phrases of worry and concern; trying to get a response. But all of your questions went unanswered.

You had tried for months to try and get a response. Your heart breaking more as every day passed without one. But after two years without a response, you had to give up and move on...or at least try to.

You had to accept that they didn’t want anything to do with you...or worse. The former you could kind of believe, but you couldn’t even fathom the latter.

So you pieced yourself back together and began a new journey. In your heartbroken state, you had somehow ended up in Nepal and stumbled upon Kamar-Taj. They let you in with open arms, and you’ve been a member of the mystic arts ever since.

After the blip, and the Avengers bringing the vanished back, you thought you owed it to your soulmate to give them one last message. One last note to show that you still think and care about them, even if they don’t want anything to do with you.

Taking a deep breath, you rolled up your sleeve, and grabbed a pen.

Hey Romeo,

It’s been awhile since I’ve last wrote to you.

I know you probably don’t want to talk to me, but I just needed to try one last time. I just need to know that you’re okay after everything that happened.

Just give me some sort of sign and I’ll leave you alone.

Please. I just need to know that you’re okay.

Love,

Your Juliet. xxx

You finished your note by drawing the little moon in the corner of your palm and wiped your tears away.

Hopefully, you’ll get a response.

Roaming around the Sanctum waiting for a response was agonising. Your mind was running rampant with the endless possibilities of what could happen, and you didn’t even notice that you had walked straight into Strange.

“I’m so sorry, Stephen. My mind’s all over the place. Are you okay?”

He smiled at you. “I’m fine, Y/n. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

He pat you on the shoulder and went to walk away when something caught your eye. A little moon, eerily similar to the one that you drew on your own hand, was in the corner of his palm.

You stilled. That could not be a coincidence.

“Stephen, wait a second.” He turned back around and quirked his eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?”

Shakily, you grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Did you draw this?” He stared at you like you were crazy, until he realised what you were talking about.

He sighed, “Oh. No, I didn’t.” You stared at him.

“It’s my soulmate.” Your eyes widened. “Ever since the accident, I haven’t been able to respond. She thinks I hate her.” He frowned.

You couldn’t believe it. Stephen Strange was your Romeo? Your roommate/superior/friend was the one that you’ve been trying to reach?

You took a deep breath, a smile gracing your face. “I’m sure she doesn’t hate you. She’s probably just worried about you.”

“I haven’t responded in nearly seven years, Y/n. She probably thinks I’m dead.” Tears began to slip out of his eyes. “These past years have been torture. Seeing her write things, begging me to respond. It...It hurts, Y/n. I just want to let her know that I care.”

You cradled his face with your hands and wiped his tears away. “She doesn’t think that you’re dead, Stephen. And she knows that you care.”

“You can’t know that. You’re not her!” Just as he went to turn away you grabbed him. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted.

“A couple of hours ago, I wrote to my soulmate--to my Romeo. Someone who I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I asked him to give me some sort of sign that he was okay. After I finished writing, I did what I always did. I doodled a little moon in the corner of my palm.” He stared at you, wide-eyed. “So, Stephen, I do know that she knows you care. Because I am her.” You smiled.

It was silent for a while. Stephen was just staring at you, looking confused as ever. You were just about to ask if he was okay when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been here all this time?” He gave you a watery smile that you returned.

“I guess I have.”

He stepped towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I tried. I really tried to write back but-”

You cut him off by placing your arms around his neck and colliding your lips with his. “You don’t need to apologise for anything, Stephen. We’re together now, that’s all that matters.”

With those final words, you claimed his lips once more.

Ahhhh my first Strange fic! Hope you enjoyed!

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Prepared for takeoff - S.Strange

Pairing: Flight Crew!Stephen Strange x Reader

genre: aw just fuffly hahah

warning: implied make out idk should it be‘warning’ or not lel

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"All flight attendants please prepare for takeoff."

Captain Strange's deep voice filled the aircraft all at once, and you attempted to hide the shudder that raced up your spine as you stowed away the trolley for departure; when you were helping, Captain Strange would always make his voice a little deeper. As you took your jump seat alongside Christina, who is side eyeing you in distaste before scoffing, a faint smile formed across your face.

"Wipe that smug look off your face Y/N, we're mid flight." She corrects and you fiddles with your fingers in your lap, turning your head ever so slightly to look around the corner at the handsome, broad shoulders of your captain for today's trip from New York to Oslo. You wasn’t ashamed to say the sigh you let out when while leaning into you palm, dreamily as they begin assent isn't boredom induced.

The sound of Christina unbuckling beside you is heard a few minutes later and you grins at the rest of girly crew gang widely in silent gratitude as the younger had agreed to trade your own number four position as Galley-coach to Christina’s number one serving first class to be close to their dreamy pilot.

First thing you do after unbuckling is go to greet the pilots for a second time, as you had only gotten to say a short hello earlier so instead you step into the cockpit, leaning close to the blue suited man and wrapping his arms slowly over his shoulders and down his chest as if in mock massage before resting his chin against the crook of his neck.

"Good to see you again, captains." You breathe, not missing the smirk rising to Stephen’s face as he keeps his eyes straight ahead.

"How is my favorite flight attendant? Are you well rested? You'll need to be for our date after we land." He teases and you puff your cheeks while playing with the pins on the your collar.

"My rules are simple, and the first is that I can talk about anything related to my job on the flight." You grin with a shade of red on your lips, leaning towards his side to make his heart ache, then let him just glimpse your thighs beneath your tight tiny skirt, paired with your black high heels, which make you look utterly fascinated. Well, you know how to make your short-term lure during flight swing berserk.

The first few hours of the flight were, predictably, boring. Doting on first class passengers wasn't resilient for you, and most of the men and women slept while you served beverages or snacks; you weren't obliged to put forth any kind of effort for it, and the way you worked as a flight attendant illustrates that it's nothing new.

Around three hours in, you sought a break and trudged over to the bunks for a short siesta. You walk in after giving the pilot a worn out, smiling nod. However, before you could even close the curtain to your bunk; your back end up by get forced up against the wall, a hard, powerful arm wrapping around your waist.

"We have already squandered three hours of our time together. Miss, I would really like to enjoy the sweetness of your voice for more than just the safety demonstration." Before you leaned up and pushed your lips to the pilot's face, the owner of the baritone voice murmurs, wiping the locks of hair from your tired eyes.

"You're so hot, Steph, but I don't think I can give up my rest time, even for your adorable face." You mumble, slipping your hands beneath the taller's jacket and untucking his neatly ironed shirt to push against your chiseled, warm body. "But.. If you leave your door cracked for me at the hotel, I promise to make it worthy."

"That's quite a big pledge." Stephen grins and glides his hand down his back onto your thighs. "On the contrary, you always deliver though, don't you?" He mumbles, lightly kissing your ear. "We have a 20-hour layover; if you don't let me take you out this time, I have a feeling I'll go insane." He breathes heavily. "You've played dirty minds and tricks on me more than once, and I've never been able to do anything further."

“Oh? Like erm- you want me to tell ya my hobbies and favorite foods? Well, I’m allergies to ginger, you already knows." You divide away his ardent contact while nudging the door open, signifying that you intend for Stephen to leave, and Barry stumbles in, undoubtedly ready for a break, before freezing with startled eyes and hurrying out with a slur. 'I'll give you both 2 minutes.'

You chuckled, waving an innocent bye-bye to Barry while sending him your sensual wink.

"I'll make sure you get that date, honey. I promise." You redirect your attention to Stephen, caressing the corner of the content captain's jaw before leading him out and returning to your bunk with a cheesy smirk on your whole face.

The water has reached boiling point, and you like it quite a lot.

It wasn't always so tense between them. You remember when you two first met; you were a brand new hire, steadily making friends within your airline with your bright smile and loud sense of humour, but that day when you stepped onto the plane for a quick flight from HNL to KIX and Christina nudged you shoulder, playfully greeting your greeting with a wry smile.

"Did you see today's crew? Heard we've got some hot pilots." She sings tunes that make you blink in awe.

"Pilots? Have they arrived yet?" You whisper, and Barry sighs and tosses his head before stiffening and peering over your shoulder, causing you to glance around attentively.

You first encountered the one of a pilot on the broad, strong chest of a tall, lean man with light brown hair bursting out from beneath his pilot cap. His deep blue eyes were fixed on you, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as the rest of the crew gaped, yet you both stayed like this long enough for a long, strong arm to wrap flirtatiously around your waist.

"I'm Leroy, the second captain for this flight, and you are?" He spoke meticulously and lightly shaking his hand with yours. It made you blush before you two parted ways as a taller man walked hurriedly past you.

"King, keep an eye on your ass, Y/N is part of this crew." He tsks, as if reprimanding a youngster, but it appears to work, as Leroy draws his arm away from you as if he's been scorched. You turn to read the first captain's squinted eyes, who shrugs his head in counterfeit scorn before disappearing into his cock pit without saying another word.

Behind people around, you pinching your bottom lips.

The flight went about as well as you'd expect after that. You worked First Class on that flight as well and with every soft offer of coffee or tea to the, possibly, fatigued pilots ended in a dismissive glare from the taller, cold first captain.

Captain Strange's startlingly deep voice came over the speaker, demonstrating his dominance over Leroy, as Barry and Christina described (the co-pilot never did the announcement). Strange was a genius in every way. The more two of your friends talked him about the athletic, intellectual, musically inclined man with a secure job and a passion for cooking, the more enraged you became. Mr. Perfect didn't even know you one bit, and yet he immediately despised and judged you based on his foolish guts due to the minor blunder of establishing out eyes contact with Leroy's for two seconds.

He didn't let that bother his trip however. That night the crew ended up all going to dinner in the city of Osaka. They had a late afternoon pick up in the lobby so they were happy to explore the foreign city all night. Turns out Mr. Perfect was also a damn good translator and was the only way the coworkers managed to order their food.

Strange ordered you ginger sauce despite your allergies, you swear, not that the staff made a mistake.

You told the chefs you couldn't have any of ginger in your food with dead glare and ready-to-kill smile, and they all understand that. You then heard an 'Oh' from the grumpy man next you, who looked damn cute in his tight ripped jeans and hoodie, his hair was just the right amount of a bit curly with metallic curls around the corners of his hairline that made you want to play with it. If he wasn't so irritated at you all the time, you'd be the one dry humping his awkwardly long limbs on the small casual bar's dance floor instead of downing another shot that your fragile body probably couldn't and shouldn't handle, because right now, every part of you is glowing red.

You absolutely no memory of how you reached back to the hotel, and you don't attempt to fantasize about how you hauled your drowsy form to the suite.

Later on the plane heading back to Hawaii, Stephen Strange whispers to you precisely in your ears and it is extremely hazardous closeness while the two of you strolled pass through the gate into the plane.

"La Bouche Rouge Nude, nice choice."

You were completely distracted the entire flight, serving red wine although your passengers only needed mineral water, and Stephen Strange is the only one reason to be blamed.

You scolded him inside your head all the way from the terminal through an uber to your apartment, and even until you drifted asleep.

Praying that he won't be your captain on the next flight.

"You look bored." Again, Stephen says, it's excessively close to your ear. So, now you're all in Sydney, spending time in the bar since everyone on the crew has 14 hours for wander here before to get back to New York. And, if you aren't erroneously this is nearly your 36th flight with Captain Strange. By now, it has been over a year.

You turned and immediately regretted it because the first captain has locked you up against the bar, a huge grin on his face as you tried to lean back but the booze and warmth of the body in front of you convince you differently. You can smell the alcohol on your pilot and know you shouldn't be playing this dangerous game, but the look this man gives you as you lean in, never taking your gaze away from his lips until they're finally locked together in such a passionate and lustful kiss that you can't remember how you both got back to the hotel.

Only that you were halfway into his pants by the time they got to the lobby, which lead to the most incredible night of sex that the young Y/L/N had ever had.

The next morning was...horrible. You awoke after Stephen, who was staring at you from across the bed. As you sat up, he brought you a bagel with cream cheese already spread and a glass of orange juice. You and he stayed silent till you finished your light meal.

Stephen brought you a water bottle before gently and sweetly touching your face, making you dizzy once again. You immediately rushed back to your room, forcing your dress back on and saying softly that you needed to clean up and wash your uniform. You did your best to ignore Stephen's dimples, without looking back at the pilot, who was watching you from his own door frame.

You felt much better after going back to sleep and snoozing until the very last second before gathering yourself and meeting the group downstairs in uniform. You tried not to notice the eyes on you, but every now and then his damn stare would meet and you'd be the first to look away; the cycle continued until they boarded the plane and Stephen finally grabbed your wrist, forcing you into the lavatory and pressing your body into the tiny sink as he hovered over you, breathing down your neck.

"At least look at me." He hisses, and you hiss back, raising your eyes to see the frustrated man who gently grips the side of your face. "Last night was fantastic." He speaks again, surprising you into silence so that you only nod, agreeing too enthusiastically that your cheeks flush with shame.

"But you ran away." He goes on, and you raise your head, softly biting your lip before your captain kisses you, forcing that cursed lip out of the confines of your teeth. "You were beautiful." As you sheepishly poke at his chest, he complements you and you feel like you're back in high school. The captain responded to your bashful response with delicate kisses on the light brunette's neck. "I'd like to take you out." The powerful man mutters against your hot skin, and you nod in return, fiddling with Stephen's coat lapels before pressing a soft kiss to his lips and finally leaving the tight room.

But after that, every flight you had together became a game of cat and mouse. Stephen was serious about the dating thing, insisting on the steward giving you an opportunity to sweep you off your feet on every trip they took together. But Mr. Perfect only made you nervous and sometimes you felt irritated.

Because. Sex was simple. Sex is a drug, and the brilliant, handsome, and charming pilot would get lost in the throes of desire, unable to truly express his love for any woman on plane. So why should you put your trust in them?

When you landed at Heathrow, you didn't have to wait long for the hotel shuttle since Stephen's warm arms were wrapped around your petite frame, murmuring soothing words into where your sensitive spot would be aroused. You'd noticed Stephen was fluent in an annoying number of languages over the last year of working together, including English, as he helped the driver in cutely accented British English that made your heart flutter and your fingers squeeze ever so slightly around Stephen's, eliciting a soft but toothy smile in response.

How can you deny the adorableness that he is? Right?

Over the course of that brief bus ride, you persuaded yourself to go on that date and sent Stephen off to your own room to get dressed with a long kiss in the corridor. You bath had a painfully nice time with all of the necessary giggling and cuddling before making the long walk back to the hotel since neither of you wanted it to end.

By watching him munching his noodle from the Chinese cuisine shop, you mentally swallowed your own opinions about the two of you having little chemistry outside of the bedroom.

To be honest, it was frightening how much they had in common. Stephen, like you, was a true nerd who enjoyed anime and arcade games. He was amusing and far too relaxed to be around on your first date, but everything just seemed perfect.

If you didn't know any better, you could believe in soulmates.

When Stephen dropped you off at your door #6164, you stood there for a long time staring up at the man who stared back at you, your fingers playing with the collar of his leather jacket as the first captain's hands wrapped around your hand gently as if just wanting more contact, making you wiggle the tiniest bit closer with each thump of your heart.

"Come inside?" You make a gentle proposition, and he raises a mischievous brow. "Well, I can make you some goodnight tea maybe."

"On our first date gorgeous? Isn't it a bit much." Stephen smirks, but you simply lean up on your toes and kiss his dimple that forms alongside your smile.

"Dunno… All I want to do is fall asleep in your arms." You can't believe those words came out of your mouth, and by the look on your date's face, neither can you, but a smile soon replaces it, and Stephen takes the hotel key from your pocket, pulling you into his chest as he unlocks the door, and he kisses the shell of your ear before he speaks.

"I think that sounds perfect."

no no I still cannot wrote smut well by now so sorry huhuhuhu 😆

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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You're It

Stephen Strange x Fem!Reader

A/N: I didn’t know of this deleted scene until recently, and as a dog person myself, I think it was very cute. (No spoilers for MoM, this is set in the ending of the first movie.) I recommend listening to this song while reading <3

As Stephen looks out on the large window of the Sanctum, looking over the busy street of New York, he ponders what this new chapter of his life will give him. He can’t help but mull over what is going to be the next threat on Earth, to his life, and to his loved ones.

Something tugs at the cloak, breaking the sorcerer out of his trance. He turned his head sideways to tell it off, but the Cloak was pointing something downwards.

Looking down, Stephen saw what’s been tugging on the Cloak all along.

Everest sat there, puppy dog eyes trained on Stephen, tails wagging side to side patiently waiting to give him his attention. The sorcerer sighed before crouching down. He gave Everest a pat on the head. “Where’s your mom?”

The pup looked in the direction of the stairs, and as if on cue, “Hey, sorry I ran late. The meeting with my students was longer than usual.”

The moment you ascended the stairs, Everest ran to you. You scooped him up, muttering about how he’s gotten heavier by now. The Cloak removed itself from Stephen’s shoulder, attaching itself to yours instead. “Hey there, Cloakie.”

“Oh, wow. I feel so betrayed,” Stephen scoffed lightheartedly. “Clearly, I’m not the favorite one here.”

“Aww, you look adorable when you’re jealous, sweetheart,” you teased, letting down the pup to approach Stephen.

Once in front of each other, you took his large hand on your small ones, softly caressing his scars. “You don’t need to worry, babe. You are my favorite.”

He leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, a fond smile gracing his lips. “And I, you.”

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Bonus:

“Will you tell me what we’re doing here?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes in Mordo’s rigidness. You were just about to eat your food when he told you to come with him, and since he wasn’t answering any of your questions, you just assumed that the Ancient One has something to do with this.

Sometime after, you notice the tall man that’s ahead of you, like Mordo was keeping his eye on him–following him. Deciding not to ask him once again, you kept your mouth shut and observed.

The man turned in an alley. You and Mordo halted around the corner, watching the man helping the poor dog. The sight melted your heart–you’ve always been fond of dogs. You smiled as he talked to the animal, reminiscing about the days when you’ve done the same. As they finished, some thugs had come out of the establishments, cornering him. Your eyes widened, getting ready to punch some guys when Mordo held a hand up.

“Aren’t we going to help him?!”

He kept silent, and you contemplate whether to help the man or follow your teacher’s order. He told you once to trust your teacher, so you did, this time.

The man had managed to put up a fight as he landed a jab on one of them, although it was clear that it hurt him more than the thief. You couldn’t carry on watching him get beaten up, your face scrunching up every time he groans in pain.

Finally, Mordo stepped in, giving the thugs the run for their life (though you wish you could’ve done it yourself). He retrieves the man’s watch from the unconscious thug’s hand and tosses it to you.

Catching it with your two hands, you raised a brow at Mordo, confused as to why he didn’t give it back to the man directly.

You stared at the broken watch, a feeling creeping in that this was the only thing that’s left of him and how important it might be to him. “I believe this is yours,” you notice him heave a sigh of relief, confirming your earlier gut feeling.

“You’re looking for Kamar-Taj,” Mordo stated. It’s not a question, so he must have known beforehand that this man was aiming to go to Kamar-Taj. Yup, the Ancient Once has really got something to do with this.

It makes you all the more curious about just who this man is.

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manidk1273 · 20 days

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🎀 • Genius

My current favourite game is Honkai Starrail and my current hyperfixation is Marvel, I've always wanted a fanfic or maybe even one shot of Tony meeting one of the genius society members and I couldn't find one so I'll take matters into my own hand.

This is Tony Stark x Ruan Mei!Reader

He's used to him being the smartest in the room, he really is. Being arguably the smartest man to currently be alive really fed this man's ego. But one day, whilst on a mission in space the avengers met you, You had your own name yet people call you as Ruan Mei. Genius Society member #81. Nick Fury and Stephen Strange knew so little about the Genius Society but they knew it was real. So they were just.. amazed when they met you. Every Avenger was. Except for Tony. He was pissed. He wasn't used to being below someone. He wasn't used to having someone being the smarter one.

You weren't an official Avenger but you did come to earth every now and then to visit, and sometimes even helping them with their missions. Needless to say, whenever you helped the mission never lasted more than a day. One thing that was also strange about you is that you NEVER showed emotion. No one knew why and no one dared to ask. It took Tony a few months to actually even 20% accept you were the smarter one.

Though, what made him realize he was in love with you is the day you tried your favorite food on earth. The Avengers decided to have a dinner out and you were on time with your visit. You never tasted anything like it and for the first time ever, you smiled. Giggled and blushed even. You were so amazed, it tastes so good. Tony hated himself for feeling his stomach flip when he saw you smile. He hated the feeling of his cheeks heating up at your precious smile.

Even though he hated himself for it.. he found himself buying your favourite food whenever you visited earth. He didn't stop at food, no, He even set up a movie marathon with the Avengers and you to know your favourite movie. When you did find your favourite movie you once again smiled and giggled at the funny scenes and showed emotion. God, he was falling. And he was falling hard. It was so obvious he was, but you were oblivious since you never felt love before. It didn't matter if you were there or no, Tony was constantly teased.(By Natasha and Thor mostly.) He was so relieved when you didn't understand the situation because he didn't want to be embarrassed.

☆ —⁠ DATING PHASE

You started to visit Earth more. You never got tired of Tony's methods of flirting with you, though you couldn't physically show it. Tony was the only thing (excluding your favorite movie and food) that could make you laugh, smile, giggle.. moan.

When you tried your first time with him, you were nervous but your body refused to show it. He was gentle with you.. so gentle. He made sure to ask you every now and then, when you two finally got used to it you fell in love with the pleasure.. the feeling of him thrusting into you. The feeling of his big, fat, long cock filling you up.

It actually took Tony more than 2 months into the relationship to admit his biggest regret with you; you don't show emotions that well. He didn't know if you were angry, happy, sad, annoyed.. you found out when he was drinking with Rogers and some other Avengers. You didn't know what came over you. You just returned back to your shared room and started sobbing. It was a new feeling to you. Once F.R.I.D.A.Y notified Tony that something was happening with you Tony immediately sent the Avengers home and went to the room to see you sobbing. His heart dropped. He never saw you sad before, so seeing you straight up sobbing broke his heart into millions, if not trillions of little pieces.

Before he could say anything you immediately apologize in-between tears. You didn't do anything, and he was confused but he knew you were upset and he wanted to comfort you. Once you calm down, you explain everything to him and his heart breaks more. He apologizes for not telling your directly and hugs you. (Cuddles and kisses for you to fall asleep<3.)

No tragedy happened, thanks to you. When Tony explained the situation with Thanos and the infinity stones though it wasn't exactly her business she agreed to help. Being the genius she is, you outsmarted Thanos and you created a realm where the stones were placed. No one could enter unless they were someone who knew you since you were the only one that can open a portal to the realm.

(Ruan Mei created her very own planet, so don't tell me she can't create her own realm 😭)

Life was great, really. After Tony proposed and you found out you were pregnant, you backed down from the genius society. To your family. They didn't mind you were mostly emotionless because they already know you aren't. Your body just has a hard time showing emotions. When you have birth to your child, you hold the tiny life in your hands. You cried. But you didn't cry of tears of sadness, yet happiness. You made this masterpiece with Tony. You're official parents now.

Out of all the creations you and Tony ever made, your guys child was the best of all. Out of all the titles you guys held.. your proudest ever title is husband and wife, and parents.

I wasn't exactly posting this but I figured I'd try to post daily (if I have the time) I hope you enjoyed this one, I'm not the best at writing or slow burn but I'll try to write more so I can improve my writing skills. English isn't my first language so forgive me if there are any grammatical mistakes.

Thank you for reaching the end, Have a wonderful day<3

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 18

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Since some of you were wondering: this story will have about 31 chapters in total. I'm currently writing the epilogue. So, we have only crossed the halfway point recently. Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 18: The moon convergence

Loki put his hand on your cheek, his forehead resting on yours. You are so glad that the misunderstanding has been cleared up. More than that, you now have the assurance that your feelings are reciprocated in some way. It's more than you dared to hope.

"My little Witchling," Loki murmurs, and you look up at him with a smile.

You put your hand on his, turn your head a little and kiss his palm. Loki intertwines your fingers. Your heart throbs excitedly with joy. You can hardly believe you're standing here with him. Only peripherally do you remember that you are not alone, that you are actually here at a festival. Your sister is probably already waiting for you somewhere.

"So..." you say quietly, pulling yourself out of the bubble you've retreated into. "I met your mother, the Queen of Asgard... She seems really nice."

"She is." Loki smiles fondly. "Is your family here too?"

"They are. You can meet them later if you want."

Loki nods. "I'd love to."

For now, though, you go your separate ways. You know you'll see each other again later. With one last, fleeting kiss, you break away from each other and head in different directions.

You find your sister across the square and step up beside her. "He's here," you inform her with a grin.

She looks at you puzzled. "Who?"

"Loki."

Elizabeth's expression remains irritated. "Loki as in...?" She notices your face and finally understands. "Oh, that one! You never mentioned his name. So you haven't cursed him yet? That's great." She looks around, "Where's he?"

You roll your eyes, but your good mood isn't dampened. "You'll get to meet him soon enough."

Together, you walk across the meadow in search of Gabriel. It's not unusual for him to just disappear. Most of the time you find him in the middle of a party. Even when he was a child he had been like that: you just look in the other direction for a moment and he is gone. Now that he's grown up, you don't worry about him getting in trouble. And not among like-minded people anyway.

The convergence takes place at night. The day is one of feasting, eating and drinking, meeting people. It is an opportunity to see old friends again. Your mother was right: it is a beautiful day. Music is played and everyone is cheerful. Every now and then you run into someone you know, and linger briefly to chat.

"Did you know Mama is friends with the Queen of Asgard?" you ask your sister.

She shakes her head. "Always good to be updated on that family business."

Finally, you two spot Gabriel among the dancers and step to the sidelines, clapping along with a few others to the beat.

Your brother's fun is evident. And he's a good dancer. It's his Irish blood, as he always cheerfully claims.

He spots you among the spectators and the next time he's near you, he grabs your hand and pulls you into the middle, grinning.

Laughing, you let it happen, you would have joined in sooner or later anyway. The dance is a mixture of different styles from the last centuries from different planets. Everything is allowed that is fun and fits to the rhythmic music. You both stomp your feet to the beat, your holding hands raised, spinning around.

"So, who wanted to see you?" Gabriel asks you, while you are changing direction, repeating the same steps.

"Just another god," you reply nonchalantly.

"Another?"

"Third one this year I met." You shrug while moving your hips to the beat. "You know… just the usual."

Gabriel laughs and you join in. "You have to tell me your secret as to how to get favors from a god." He leads you into a spin, but he can only do it halfway because he's missing his second hand. You still manage the steps without any problems.

"Not sure if I've earned favors or if I'm just lucky I haven't died yet," you admit. The Asgardian gods you've met so far were all really nice. Even if some of them took a little while to warm up to you.

As if you had summoned him with your thoughts, you spot Loki in the line of spectators. He catches your gaze.

"Speaking of, my god is waiting for me."

You break away from Gabriel and move over to Loki, pulling him into the circle of dancers.

"Looking for me?" you ask him.

"You seem quite busy," he replies, but still puts his arm around your waist and leads the dance. You two are closer than you have danced with your brother. You like the feeling of it. You take two steps to the left, then right back again. He moves forward towards you, you step back the same. Then he guides you in a spin under his raised arm.

"Gabe will find another dancing partner."

Loki casts a curious glance at the ginger, who has indeed already found someone new. You see pointed ears under the short blond hair, probably elven blood.

"He seems quite interested in you," Loki comments on Gabriel giving you both a look.

"Believe me, he is far more curious about you right now," you chuckle.

You already knew that Loki is an excellent dancer, based on your experience in the hospital. Nevertheless, it is different now, back then it was about the children, now it is about you two. He puts his hand on your waist and pulls you close to him.

You two don't break eye contact as you dance in circles, copying each other's steps. You feel carefree in his arms and safe, secure. You wish he would always show this side of himself.

Smiling, you let him lead you until your side stings.

Eventually you leave the dance floor, breathing heavily and grinning happily. Some way away from the crowd, you sink into the grass to catch your breath.

The day has slowly turned to evening, the light has grown dimmer.

You look at Loki's hair and the braided strands. "That crown suits you." It really did. He looks soft, but also royal. A wild king of nature.

"You think so?" he chuckles. "I'm sure it would look good on your head, too."

"Flowers in my hair? Yeah, maybe." You think of your red kite feather, touching it with your fingers. Next time, you might add some flowers, too. You drift off in thought for a moment that you completely miss Loki's muttered "A crown." completely.

Suddenly Gabriel drops in the grass beside you, for which he gets an irritated look from Loki.

"So... you're her god?" your brother asks, addressing the Asgardian. He has a bowl of snacks with him, which he offers to you two.

"And who might you be?"

"Gabriel." He sets the bowl down in the grass to offer his hand to Loki. He shakes it, but otherwise shows no further reaction to it, which is why the ginger adds. "Her brother." He looks at you. "Have you not mentioned me? I'm deeply offended."

"Ah, she did mention you. I just didn't know your name," Loki explains with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "Said you weren't good with hugs."

You nod. "What can I say, one arm hugs just aren't the same."

Gabriel stares at both of you. But instead of being offended, he starts laughing out loud.

"Are you bullying our little brother again?" you hear a voice as your older sister joins you. She sits down next to Loki. "Nice to meet you. I'm Elizabeth, their more responsible, older sister," she greets him.

"Pleasure to meet both of you," the Asgardian replies. He starts to see another side of you. You seem more open and carefree with your siblings. It makes him think of his own family.

"Will you sit with us later?" Elizabeth asks him.

"I don't want to keep you from your mother," you object. "You haven't seen her in a long time."

You don't want to assume you can hog him all evening. You didn't arrive together, he probably has his own plans for tonight. Besides, you've noticed the slight change in his demeanor, almost unnoticeable. A careful withdrawal of his own person whenever it comes to new people, whose behavior towards each other he wants to study first before getting involved. You know that strange company can be irritating sometimes, and you don't want to force him into it if he prefers some quiet time.

"It would be an honor to watch the event with you," he replies primly to you, which you acknowledge with a broad smile.

"Great! We'll see you two later then," Elizabeth replies, signaling to Gabriel with a nod for the two of them to leave and give you some privacy.

Loki and you sit together some more until the sun is about to disappear behind the horizon. Then the time has come for everyone to gather around the stone square. The atmosphere has become quieter, the music has died down. The exuberance of the day gives way to buzzing anticipation. You settle down in small groups on the grass. Loki and you sit with your siblings. Nearby, you see Frigga, who smiles at you as she catches your gaze.

You don't see your mother. She is probably sitting on the other side, but it is too dark to distinguish individual figures there.

The moon is big and round in the sky. Behind it two smaller points shine in the distance, their sisters of convergence. They are getting closer and closer in line.

The witches and mages around you begin to create sources of light between their hands. Each in their own way. Loki's light shimmers bright and slightly greenish. You already saw this spell from him on the mission in Los Angeles, when you went through the boiler room, and you smile at the memory of it.

You yourself create a small flame that blazes between your fingers. Gabriel does the same to you, while your sister pulls out a small glass orb. On her hand, a tattoo begins to glow, whereupon the orb becomes a shimmering sphere.

More and more lights appear all around, a whole sea of them. It lights up the faces of their creators in a wide variety of colors. Some flicker, others are completely still. It has something unreal, something mystical. It is a beautiful sight.

The convergence is about to happen.

The lights rise into the air, floating upwards. Those who have not mastered a levitation spell themselves are carried along by the others. Higher and higher. It is a small offering in hope of another blessed century. Filled with light and hope.

The moons push into a line. Briefly they go dark as they cover each other, then a bright beam of light shoots through them, hitting the center of the stone plaza. On the way it hits the lights and they explode into a hundred tiny sparks on contact and rain down on the crowd.

Everyone looks up in awe. There is absolute silence, not even the sound of the wind in the trees, not a night cry of an owl interrupting.

Loki's hand finds its way to yours, and intertwines his fingers with yours. You squeeze it. It feels like a promise in that moment.

The convergence seems to last as long as it is quickly over. The moons move on, the light fades and plunges the square into darkness. Only the pale light of the full moon remains.

Slowly, the first ones rise and leave in silence.

Your group sits together for a while, until you also decide that it is time to leave.

Loki separates from you, stepping up to his mother, who looks at him with a smile. "Are you coming to tell me you've found a better option to go home?" She glances at you and your siblings, who are looking for your own mother.

"My home is not on Midgard," Loki disagrees, "but yes, I will travel with her."

"Home is wherever you decide it is. Or whoever." Her words are kind, but she sees him press his lips together, trying to show no reaction. Softly, she lets out a sigh. "My son, always so fast to close up your feelings, your thoughts. I am your mother, there's nothing you need to hide from me." She places her hand on his cheek and Loki closes his eyes for a moment.

"You are not the root of the issue," he says softly, not bitterly, just a matter of facts.

"We all have our own shares in all our relationships. But tonight let's focus on what is good." She smiles as he looks at her again. "She is a lovely woman. I expect to see her over tea one day."

Now Loki returns the smile and nods. After all, his mother's approval is still important to him.

He says goodbye to her and then returns to you and your siblings.

"My mother sends her regards to you," he informs you.

"Thanks," you reply with a smile. "Unfortunately, we have no idea where ours is. Apparently, she's already left."

"That's always a bad sign," Elizabeth adds.

Loki looks at her questioningly. "Why?"

"It means she can't give us a good goodbye. And that means something will happen that we won't like." You turn to the steps leading you down the mountain through the forest.

"Surely if it were something bad, she would warn you," Loki interjects. He has created a light that flies before you, illuminating your path. You see many similar spells in the air and around people.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," is your comment on this. The Asgardian frowns at this, but drops the subject, as the three of you don't seem too concerned about it.

You enter through the round stone gate and step off the path a bit. There you join hands and you and your siblings start chanting. Loki is transported with you by the spell and in the next moment all of you are standing in Elizabeth's study.

It is already late, so Loki and you travel on to your cottage immediately after a brief but lovely goodbye. The house is dark, but it is more familiar to you than any other place. It is your home. You have no desire to return to New York tonight.

"Do you want to go to the tower or do you want to spend the night here?" you ask Loki, who walked next to you.

"It depends. Are you tired yet?" he asks back.

"A bit sleepy," you reply and take off the fur around your shoulders, laying it on a chair. "But I don't mind being kept awake."

"Then I will stay."

You lead him to your bedroom, which is on the second floor. Instead of the overhead light, you turn on the lamp on the nightstand with a flick of your wrist. For the late hour, this is bright enough to avoid bumping into furniture.

Slender fingers wrap around your waist. Loki pulls you to him, your back rests against the rise and fall of his chest. He feels nice, protecting you against the cool night with the warmth of his arms. He brushes your hair behind your ear, kisses your neck. You tilt your head on the side to give him more space to play.

"So..." he murmurs, suddenly scraping your sensitive skin with his teeth. "I am your god?"

You shudder involuntarily at the sound of his voice. It's so possessive. You turn in his embrace so that you are now looking at him. "You once told me to swear to you. So I did," you breathe against his lips, not quite touching them. "I am at your mercy, my generous god." You can see his face change from soft and caring to dominant and dark. You bite your lower lip at the heated gaze he is giving you.

"You're going to regret that, pet," he growls with affection and maybe a hint of guilt.

"I trust you."

"Undress." Loki orders simply, letting you go.

You step away from him to the middle of the room. He walks to an armchair, where he places his own coat before turning back to you. You wait until you have his full attention. Only then do you begin to unbutton your dress. Slowly, you are in no hurry, your gaze remaining fixed on Loki. You are making a show of it, while testing Loki's patience.

But there is still that gleam to his eyes. He knows you are just as aware of the fact that you play a dangerous game, and it seems to delight him. He watches the show you are making like a predator watching its prey.

You take off your dress and it falls to the floor. Then your underwear follows just as carelessly. But you keep on your jewelry, as well as the feather in your hair. It's part of your heritage, of who you are. You are not a mere human, but a witch, a creation of magic and a whim of nature.

He drinks in the sight of you, his dark eyes scanning your naked body – red cheeks, chest rising and falling.

"Kneel for your god." His voice is velvety, like a soft blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Dark, but not heavy. It is much that he asks of you, and he knows it. You, who have never let him capture you from the beginning. You always called him out on his behavior, told him to back up, whenever he got too close into your personal space. You have never let him intimidate you.

He doesn't ask this to humiliate you, but for your devotion. He tests you to see if you're willing to give yourself to him.

You step up to him, close, your nipples grazing the fabric of his tunic. His eyes follow you, watching your every move. His lids fall half closed as he looks down at you. He has no idea what you'll do, how you'll react. And that's new to him. It intrigues him, it has from the beginning.

You lean in as if for a kiss, but stop just at the last second. Your warm breath grazes his lips and your eyes flutter up to him.

Maybe he asked too much, he thinks. He can't capture you, you're too free, too independent.

But you stay where you are, without slipping away. Instead, you begin to undress him. You open the buckle of his tunic, slip it off his shoulders. Then his pants and shoes find their way to the floor. You constantly maintain skin contact with him. Sometimes your fingers tingle his arm, sometimes your breaths brush his chest. You are all around him and on him. Only his flower crown remains untouched. It's part of his heritage, of who he is. He's not a mere Asgardian or Jotun, but a god. A creation of magic and chaos.

After he is as bare as you are, you take him by the hand and lead him to your bed, pushing him gently onto its edge. Only when he is sitting there do you step between his legs and lower yourself to your knees in front of him.

He looks at you in awe, sneaks his hand into your neck and finally takes the long denied kiss. Your body is pressing against his and feeling his hardened length you moan into his mouth. Loki tastes your lips, pecks them until they are red and swollen. Then he sits upright again and pushes your head to his core. "Show me what your mouth is good for."

You lick your lips.

Oh - he loves to see you like this. Truly the perfect match for him. You brush your hair back, briefly shooting your gaze up at him. Then you dive down.

A moan leaves his body when he feels your lips tight around him. The grin has left his face and he now looks ravenous, his eyes dark and full of lust. You dip your mouth down over him, hot and wet and perfect and Loki lets out a strangled moan as you take him as deep as you can, covering the rest with your hand.

You move your head, your fingers. Your tongue licks the shaft and you taste a drop of his pre-cum. Loki rests his hand on your head, gripping a tuft of your hair. All the little sounds that escape him are music to your ears.

Loki enjoys your doing, very much. His gaze wanders down to you and the sight of you between his legs gives him an incredible feeling.

He grabs your chin and turns your head up towards him. His fingers are firm, but their touch is gentle. Your mouth slides off of him and you look up at him, curiously, hands still in place and panting in the silence.

"Look at you, so hungry for me," coos Loki. "You truly look beautiful like this."

You prop yourself up on the bed with your hands to the left and right of his hips, straightening a bit to steal a kiss from him. All too gladly he meets you, conquering your mouth. You use this distraction to straddle his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you're so close to him that your folds rub against his length.

"L-Loki… "

You want more of him, want to finally feel him inside you.

"That's it, sweetheart, just say my name over and over again." Loki stares at you with delight, while you grind and rub against him, trying to get more friction. But just as you lift your hips to ride him, he grabs you by the waist and turns you both so that you're lying with your back on the mattress and he's over you. His statement is very clear: he keeps control.

You squirm under him. "God, please, Loki."

“Keep asking your god, pet, and he might answer.“ He pushes your thighs further apart and lifts your hips. Now it's he who is on his knees in front of you. He pulls you close to his core and pushes himself into you.

You are in heaven and hell. Your eyes roll back and your head falls into your neck as you make the most heavenly sounds.

Loki thrusts deep, laying over you and shaking the bed with each hard jolt of his hips. He peppers over your collarbone and throat tickling kisses, easing his thrusts for a moment before gripping your hips and taking you as if you were his, and only his.

Your nails bury themselves in his shoulder in a desperate search for support. Loki smells like sex and the salty heat of clean sweat, and, under that, something particular, something fiery that reminds you of the immense power he holds. He could set the world on fire if he wanted to. He already set you on fire.

It’s perfect. It’s perfect and it’s everything you need. You can’t stop yourself as you throw your head back, chanting Loki's name — like a prayer on your lips. Then it’s the final mark, sending you into overdrive. Your thighs clench, your body tightens up on Loki's length. He takes you with such passion as you come onto him, screaming his name and squirming under his body. Your orgasm reaches every nerve in your body, leaving you in a bliss. Loki doesn't take long to follow you. His hips twitch as he rides out his own orgasm.

He doesn't pull out of you right away, but lowers your hips and you feel his proud gaze on your body. Your eyes are closed, but you sense his happy smile. You still feel the echo of his movements in your thighs, feel the reverberation of his thrusts in your lower body.

Finally you detach from each other and Loki lies down next to you. Seeking closeness, you put an arm around Loki, cuddling close to him. You slowly catch your breath as you lie still, listening to his heartbeat as it slowly returns to normal as well. Leaning closer, his lips brush your forehead in a feather-light touch. You hum, enjoying being close to his warm body.

“Get some sleep, darling,” he murmurs.

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(This is probably on of my favorite smut scenes I've ever written)

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