Fatal Attraction

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Fluff. Angst. Infidelity. Violence. Death. Amab! Reader

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda married her high school sweetheart when they had graduated college. But the two then moved to New York, Jarvis had started working at his family company as Wanda had many interviews lined up, most were kindly rejecting her until the CEO of Oscorp, Stark Industries rival company had decided to give her a chance as their assistant.

Of course Wanda working for Oscorp had started to cause eruptions within her marriage, her husband wasn't entirely happy with the news when Wanda excitedly told him about the job. But as time goes on, Wanda spends more and more time with her boss, soon unable to fight the attraction felt between the two.

What will happen when Jarvis Stark finds out that his long-time rival is screwing his wife?

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Chapterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Gala Gal ft. Blackpink Rosé

pairing: Rosé x male reader rating: Explicit wordcount: 2.8k prompt: a young journalist gets a chance of a lifetime with Rosé at a recent event.

Being a writer for a celebrity magazine has its advantages, such as getting to attend grand events like the Cannes Film Festival, or in this case, the MET Gala. Now you might think, where's the fun or excitement in that? A bunch of rich people dressed in overpriced clothing and posing on the red carpet while you have to ask them redundant questions that no one truly cares about outside a small niche of fans.

That is a reasonable question to ask, and a fair point to make. Hell, there are times when you wonder to yourself just how legitimate of a job this is. You certainly hear that question from your parents enough. But the answer to all of those questions comes from the woman currently walking towards you.

"Thank you for your time," you say to the current girl in front of you.

You have been interviewing some girl who is apparently 'the next Olivia Rodrigo,' which is a wild title to have, but you digress. As you bid her good-bye, a sudden chorus of "Rosé! Rosé over here!" erupts from the group of photographers, followed by a series of flashing light bulbs.

Your eyes flick over to the red carpet area near you to see none other than the 26-year-old starlet, Roseanne Park. Otherwise known as Rosé from Blackpink.

When You're With Him Do You Call His Name? (Like You Do When You're With Me?) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

It was no surprise to you that after you hooked up with Alex Morgan once, that she wanted to do it again, what you expected was just sex, but in reality, something more was developing between the two of you, and neither knew how to handle it.

Disclaimer: This fic is a continuation of Hate Me, Hate Me (Chase Me, Chase Me) and is almost entirely smut with a g!p reader, so if this isn't your thing, feel free to skip, otherwise, please enjoy and let me know what you think! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

When Somebody Loved Me (Everything Was Beautiful) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

A reunion of childhood best friends would typically be a jubilant affair, but not in this case. No, because you were about to reunite with none other than Alex Morgan, the woman who left you behind when you were kids, the woman who'd broken not only your heart but your spirit as well.

I really want to thank @kingofmyheart-19, without them I doubt this fic would have gotten done, they helped so much and listened to my ranting on plot ideas and gave me some of their own, so thank you so, so much for the help, it was SO appreciated! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ They're also a writer as well, so feel free to go check out their page!

Disclaimer: This fic could be very triggering to some, it deals with abuse, speicifically child abuse, so if that's going to trigger you PLEASE skip this one. If you're still here, get ready for a 9K emotional roller coaster. As always, I'd really love to hear what you all think, this has been a fic I've been wanting to write for so long and I'm so happy it's done, so please, let me know what you think.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Child Abuse/Mentions of Child Abuse ⚠️

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The Grey Sweatpants Theory (Alex Morgan x Reader)

If there was one thing you hadn't expected to happen when you thundered onto the team bus late, it was for your best friend, Alex Morgan, to be looking at you the way she currently was, that was until you realized the article of clothing you grabbed left VERY little to the imagination, and the look on Alex's face made her intentions VERY clear.

Disclaimer: This fic contains smut as well as a g!p reader, so if that's not your thing, I would recommend skipping this one, other than that, please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Karma Is My Girlfriend

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note: my first fic not apart of an au its short but i think im happy with it, taylor swift x fem!reader (if thats not ur vibe scroll), and!! readers number is 76 cause 7+6=13 🥰

warnings: reader is said to be shorter then Taylor but not by much, also my bad photoshop skills

♡ summary: Taylor goes to her girlfriends game, and Y/n goes to her girlfriends concert.

all of you, all of me (intertwined)

Word Count: 2.4k

Title from 'Daylight' by Taylor Swift.

Based on a request from Anonymous.

*****

Losing the World Cup sucks. It really fucking sucks.

The Spanish players deserve it, of course—they were the better team, when it came down to it—and you’re glad to see them celebrate after so many months of turmoil and internal conflict, but it still feels like a punch in the gut when the second place medal is draped around your neck.

The days afterward are full of tears and regret, consolation and half-hearted pep talks that only end up making everyone feel a little worse. Sarina tries her best of course, but even she is struggling with the defeat; it’s evident in her eyes, just a little dimmer than they were before.

Lucy takes it harder than the rest of you. She feels like it was her fault, like the goal (which, admittedly, still stings to think about) could have been prevented if she hadn’t tried to make that run through the middle. She’s completely wrong, of course: it’s nobody’s fault, and it’s everybody’s fault and at the end of the day, it just really does not matter. You lost. Spain won. Nothing to do now but pick up the pieces and move on as best you all can.

Pretty much everyone has a good old cry about it before you leave—Alessia and Mary both come to you separately, sniffling and teary-eyed, looking for a pair of friendly arms to hold them for a while, and you in turn go to Esme for some comfort. It’s nice, the tall blonde defender rubbing your back and murmuring reassurances, but it’s not what you really want.

What you want is Taylor.

Unfortunately for you, your girlfriend is all the way on the other side of the world, starting the international leg of her tour. You couldn’t be prouder of her, truly; you’ve told her as much almost annoyingly often, always met with a bashful smile and a blush from the woman you love.

But, selfishly, you wish she wasn’t so far away. All you want is to curl up in bed with her, have her stroke your hair and sing to you. You wish that she was the one comforting you (no offence to Esme, of course), the one telling you what a great job you’d done. You wish it so much you ache with it.

God, you miss her. It’s been almost 2 months since you saw her in person, the longest you’ve been apart since you started dating 3 years ago, and you miss her so goddamn much it hurts. You miss her eyes and her touch, the way she smiles when you say something silly. You miss the way her nose scrunches when you kiss her forehead, how she laughs, how she looks at you with so much adoration that you feel like melting.

There have been texts exchanged and brief FaceTimes before bed (either for you or for her, time difference is a bitch), but the both of you have been so busy, you with the World Cup and her with the tour, that contact has been sporadic and short. She’d texted you after the final, a quick ‘I’m so sorry darling, you played amazingly and I’m so proud of you’, but you haven’t heard from her since. You understand why: she’s the biggest popstar in the world, performing her record-breaking worldwide tour. She doesn’t have the time to be on her phone 24/7.

You just wish you could see her. Most of all, that’s what you want—to see her, be back in her presence again.

And then it hits you: you can.

*****

You split off from the other Lionesses at the airport, hugging everybody goodbye and wishing them all a safe flight home. Ella gives you a slap on the back as you turn to leave—

“Go get your missus!”

—she yells, and you grin wide and toothy as you start walking to your gate.

*****

Andrea meets you at the airport when you finally land in Mexico. You’re exhausted—losing a World Cup final and then almost 24 hours of travel will do that to a person—so when she hugs you in greeting you can’t help but sink into it a little. She always did give the best hugs.

“Oh, it’s so wonderful that you’re here, dear.” She says quietly, squeezing you once before letting go. You smile. Andrea had been overjoyed when you’d informed her of your plan on the phone a couple days ago, and you can see her excitement shining in her face as you start walking to her car.

“She doesn’t know?” You ask as you exit the terminal and she shakes her head. You hadn’t told Taylor you were coming, wanting to surprise her.

“Not a clue. She’s at the stadium now, so you can drop your things at her hotel and rest a little before the show tonight.” You sigh gratefully—you really are shattered, and a nap sounds like heaven.

Once you reach the hotel, you pretty much immediately collapse onto the bed. Sydney to San Francisco to Mexico City is one hell of a journey, and you can feel the long hours on the plane settling in your body like a stone dropped in water.

The room is nice enough, but it’s the hints of your girlfriend you can see scattered around that make it immediately worth the long journey—a bottle of her nail polish on the bedside table, one of her hoodies slung over the back of a chair, and when you press your face into the pillow, the familiar scent of her shampoo hits you and envelopes you like warm blanket. You smile and close your eyes.

Just a few more hours, my love.

*****

You’ve seen Taylor perform countless times over the years you’ve known each other. On tour, on late night shows, in her living room at 2 AM. Always, you’re astounded at her voice, her stage presence, the force that she is and the space she takes up. It’s a miracle to witness every single time you get the privilege to see her so in her own element.

This time, however, takes your breath away like never before.

She’s radiant on the stage, a shining sun you feel blessed to gaze upon, and the passion she puts into every single song makes you feel like you’re part of something entirely bigger than yourself. She looks gorgeous in every outfit, hits every note and every beat, and more than anything, she looks happy.

And maybe it’s the months apart, or maybe it’s simply her, but you feel like you’re walking amongst the stars watching her, a meteor passing by your wondering eyes. It feels like falling in love all over again, and it feels like flying. She performs ‘Sweet Nothing’ as a surprise song and you feel your breath catch in your chest. You’re mesmerised, and by the end of her set, you sort of feel like crying, in all the best ways.

Andrea takes you to her dressing room once the fans start pouring out of the stadium, assuring you that Taylor will be there once she’s done thanking all the crew, before ducking back out with a wink.

Nerves take over just a little as you wait for her to arrive and it makes you laugh to yourself—3 years of dating and she still makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, still gives you butterflies.

Time passes like treacle drops—that is to say, extremely slowly. You’re beyond excited to see her, and every little noise from outside the dressing room door makes your head snap up and your knee shake. You’re full to bursting with wanting and longing and loving that when she finally does open that door, you’re on your feet before she can even blink.

You see the shock in her hanging jaw, her wide eyes and you laugh shakily, tears springing to your eyes at the sight of her, in the flesh, after so long apart.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You say, barely louder than a whisper, and she’s in your arms before you even finish your sentence.

Her embrace feels so strongly like home that you can’t help but let yourself cry a little. Taylor’s crying too, you think, as she buries her face in your neck and you hold her close, shaking as she folds herself into you. It feels like something clicking into place in your chest as she fits herself into your arms, as you sway her back and forth, closing your eyes and thanking a god you don’t even believe in for this moment.

She draws back after a while to look you in the eyes but she stays in the circle of your arms, dropping to rest around her waist. Her hands come up and hold your face as gentle as glass and you grin at her. God, you’d missed those blue eyes of hers.

“When—how—what are you doing here?” She finally settles on, stroking her thumbs over your cheeks. You giggle at her incredulity.

“I flew in from Sydney, got here a few hours before the show. I…” you trail off, still breathless at the sight of her, still taking her in, “I missed you.”

The smile that ruined you for all others spreads across her face and she huffs out a little laugh. She shakes her head, staring at you with amazement sparkling in her eyes before leaning in to press her forehead to yours.

“I missed you too, baby. Missed you so much.”

When she kisses you, you all but melt in her arms. It’s deep and long, her lips capturing yours with a tender vigour that leaves you absolutely starstruck. Her thumb rubs against your jawline, other hand sliding down to rest on your shoulder as she presses in closer and steals the breath from your lungs. Take it, you almost want to say. Take it all. All I have is yours. All I am is yours.

You pull back after a few stretching moments, panting and love-stung and joyously happy. Taylor looks like a goddess, like all your brightest dreams made flesh, and you sigh, nose brushing hers.

“I love you so much.” She murmurs and you smile. She moves her hand to press against your chest, resting above your heart.

“I love you more, superstar.”

*****

Once Taylor is finished in the dressing room (which takes quite a bit of time given that the two of you keep falling back into each other, into long kisses and quiet hugs, drawn by each other’s gravity), the two of you exit the stadium to find her parents waiting by the car. You and Scott exchange warm greetings whilst Andrea hugs her daughter. With pleasantries exchanged, you all buckle in and Scott starts driving to the nearest and most low-key restaurant in the area.

Over some truly exquisite food, the 4 of you talk for hours. You speak about the World Cup defeat, still fresh and painful. Though, you have to admit the sting is lessened when you’re sat next to the woman you love most in this world, her hand rubbing circles into your knee as she presses a kiss to your temple.

Taylor lights up when the conversation shifts to the show, and you can’t help but be transfixed by her as talks, smiling and gesturing and practically spilling over with excitement. She’s loving the tour, you knew she would, but to see the passion and the payoff in her eyes is a gift from above. You listen with a smile the worst of weather couldn’t wash away.

Before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and Andrea starts to yawn. Scott insists on paying the bill—though you fight him on it amicably—and they drive you and Taylor back to the hotel before bidding you goodnight and heading off.

The elevator ride and subsequent walk to Taylor’s room is comfortably silent, the both of you content and peaceful, but you feel the mood shift once the door closes behind you.

She’s on you in seconds, mouth seeking out your own as she presses you back against the wall, hands searching out any bit of skin they can find. You respond in kind, equally as keyed up as she appears to be, gripping at her hips and pulling her into you, biting her bottom lip and smiling when she groans.

Your hands slide up the front of her sweatshirt, fingers skating over her ribs as her tongue slips into your mouth. You’re kissing hot and desperate now, the both of you breathing heavily and pushing against each other like you just can’t get close enough.

“Bed.” She murmurs against your lips, nails scratching deliciously at the back of your neck. “Bed, now.”

You comply almost mindlessly, walking the both of you back towards the bed as you continue to kiss furiously until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Before she can fall onto it, she pulls away from your lips and turns you around, shoving you backwards so that you topple onto the bed. She follows close behind, climbing onto your lap, legs straddling your hips.

Your stomach drops hotly as she settles on your lap, hands grasping for her waist as she starts a slow grind against you. You feel like you’re on fire, burning up with the need to feel her, to touch her, to claim her again after far too long.

Taylor gasps when you attach your lips to her neck, sucking and kissing at the skin before biting down, hard, the way she likes it. She moans, her hips bucking against your stomach. There’ll be a mark come morning, and a dark little voice in your head cackles with glee—you want to mark her, to sink your teeth in until the skin is red and bruised, to show the world she’s yours.

“Baby…fuck…” she trails off when you bite her again, lower this time, and her hand tangles in your hair, pulling a little, “Fuck, I missed you.” She breathes, pulling you back so she can look you in the eye. You grin up at her, and you must look thoroughly ruined. It’s how you feel, after all. Wreck, ruin, mess. She looks it too, eyes darkened and pupils blown, chest heaving, lips kiss bruised and bitten red.

“I missed you too, love.”

Taylor smirks, hand tightening in your hair to the point of delightful pain as you groan at the feeling.

“Show me how much.” She demands.

And who are you to say no?

*****

A/N: Wow I LOVED writing this! Literally obsessed with Taylor, so glad I could write for her! Hope you all enjoyed it :)

"Don't... I swear."

taylor swift x reader

authors note: okay we got this .... js finished writing this its 11 pm and im so sleepy, swim started playing bc my youtube is glitchy and now im wide awake

summary -defending tay from the golden globes thing

The second you heard the stupid, bald man start to speak, you knew shit would go down. Jo Koy had the fucking audacity to comment on the Barbie movie, which was meaningful and touching. A bald, white man commented on it. No one was surpised.

You were talking with Ryan after the show, just discussing little moments when you felt an arm being wrapped around you. You leaned into the mystery person's arms, although you fully knew it was your girlfriend, based off the smell.

"Hey, stink, wanna go home? Or you wanna go to the after party," you asked.

Your girlfriend sighed and said, "Please..."

-

On the quiet ride home, your girlfriend's hand clutched yours with her head leaning onto your shoulder and your head on hers. She then opened her mouth and said, "Sel told me that these two of our friends hooked up."

You hummed in response. "Oh yeah? Who?" She shrugged, "I'll tell you at home."

Your eyes examined her face. "Are you upset about the Jo Koy thing?"

Her eyes looked at the floor. "He's stupid, we know that, right?" She shrugged and your heart broke into pieces. You then tried to distract her from what was on her mind. "I saw a few videos of you drinking something, was it good? What was it? It'd assume it was wine, was it white or red," you practically interrogated.

When she didn't respond, you decided to grab your phone out. You pulled up the Instagram app and posted a picture of outside the window and captioned it, "u guys were lowk mean to tay tonight, she doesnt deserve any of that, so fix it 🖕<3 so dont, i swear"

You then posted it on your story, hoping that the message for across, don't mess with Your Tay, you'd kill them. The car stopped and you opened the door for your girlfriend. Once she had entered the house, you locked the door as she collapsed on the couch. "Go rest, I'll take off your make up soon, promise," you whispered.

"I love you, princess," she said quietly.

"I love you too, Tay," you said as you went to put her blanket into the dryer for added comfort.

13 Eras of Us (Taylor Swift x Morgan!R): Era 1 - We Were Both Young When I First Saw You

Request: Taylor Swift x Alex morgan's little sister. They start off as friends and realize that there may be something more.

Chapter synopsis: 1 of 13: The era where everything begins. R and Taylor meet, and become friends. Composed of little moments between them, r and the Team and R and her sister.

By Chance

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

Word Count: 6.2k+

Requested by @louxbloom

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18+ MINORS DNI

The relationship between Wanda and Vision was complicated. It seemed like they were the perfect couple, but whenever Vision had a chance to disappear, claiming it was work related. Wanda was always left alone in the house, playing with the ring on her finger as she looked out the window.

"You need to end it Wanda." Nat told her as the two met up for coffee. "It's been forever since we have hung out and you're moping around about Vision."

"I am not moping." Wanda told her before she released a shaky breath. "What am I doing wrong Nat? We are engaged to be married. Everytime I bring up a date, he shoots it down."

"End it Wanda." Nat told her.

"I love him Nat." Wanda whispered. "I don't want to give up on something that might work in the end."

"Might work," Nat emphasized. "He clearly doesn't care about you Wanda, otherwise he would be here."

Wanda knew that she was right, she was holding onto something that was bound to fail. So she decided to take her friend's advice, she started to pack her things and pack her car as Vision was at work.

"What's for dinner?" He asked as he walked inside, taking off his tie as he spotted Wanda sitting on the sofa. "Did you cook anything?" He asked her as she shook her head.

"I didn't have it in me." She told him. "Not anymore."

"What's going on?" He asked her as he moved closer, his eyes soon landing on the engagement ring on the table.

"It's over." She told him. "I am sick of sitting at home, waiting for a fiancè who is never here."

"This is ridiculous Wanda." He told her. "I am trying to get the money saved for our wedding."

"Don't bullshit me." She told him as she stood up. "You never want to organise the wedding, you keep denying any of the dates I suggest."

"Wanda, you're reading too deep into this." He scoffed as she shook her head.

"Who is she?" She asked him. "I want a name and I want to know why?"

"That's ridiculous." He laughed as she shook her head. "You are making things up in your mind Wanda, did you have one of those dreams again."

"No!" She yelled at him.

"Maybe we can order from that Thai place you like." He tried to distract her.

"Stop changing the subject." She told him. "I am leaving and we are done." As she went to leave he grabbed her arm.

"No one will love you Wanda." He growled as she got herself free from him, tears in her eyes.

"I will." She told him. "I will love myself." She wiped her eyes. "I don't need you to love me."

"You'll regret this Wanda." He yelled after her as she left the house. It was rented by the company that Vision worked for since they had left her family back in New York. Getting in her car and starting the journey back to New York.

"Wanda?" Pietro was shocked to see his twin standing outside his door.

"I need somewhere to stay and I couldn't go to Nat." She whispered as he just opened his arms for her.

"It's ok, you're always welcome here." He told her. As the days went by, Wanda had managed to get her old job back, seeing all of her old work friends again. She was happy, happier than she has been since she moved with Vision.

"I want to kill him." Pietro growled as Wanda had explained everything that had gone down with Vision, all to the last word he said to her. "I need to kill him." He growled as Wanda shook her head no.

"I don't want to worry about him anymore." She told him. "I want to live the life I lost the moment we moved to Westview."

And she did just that, months went by as she started to recognise the person in her reflection. The woman she used to be before her life revolved around him.

"Shit." A voice sounded, breaking her from her daze.

"I am so sorry." She rambled as she tried to dry their shirt. "I am so sorry. Let me buy you a new shirt."

"It's ok." They smiled at her. "I have a spare at the office."

"I am so sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." She told them as they smiled at her.

"It's fine, really." They told her once again. "Look, I would really love to stay here and listen to your cute rambles but I have a meeting. It's extremely important but here is my card." They handed her their card. "Maybe give me a call and I would love to hear your rambles over a date." They waited for a name.

"Wanda." She told them.

"Well, I will wait for your call." They kissed her cheek before walking away as she watched them, a deep blush coating her cheeks. Looking at the card once they were no longer in her sight. She noticed the name and where they worked.

Y/N Y/L/N

CFO

Stark Industries

She was shocked to say the least, the person she had just bumped into, beat Vision at the promotion. She remembered him returning home a few weeks before they were relocated.

Vision slammed the apartment door shut as he walked in, loosening his tie as he spotted Wanda standing at the stove.

"Are you ok Vis?" She asked him as he groaned.

"Do I look ok?" He asked her bluntly. "That promotion that I have been working towards, putting in all of the extra hours and taking on a bigger workload went to someone from outside of the company!" He grabbed a beer from the fridge. "I fucking worked for Mr Stark since I left college, worked my way up through the ranks and now some good for nothing nobody has the job."

"I'm sure it may be temporary." Wanda tried as Vision slammed the bottle down before he approached her, gripping her jaw hard.

"Are you fucking stupid?" He growled as she tried to get free from his grip. "It's not fucking temporary you stupid bitch."

She had to cover the bruises for weeks after that night, seeing a different side to Vision that she feared.

She pondered for a couple of weeks before she decided to phone the number on the phone.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help?" They answered professionally.

"Hi, it's Wanda." She spoke nervously as she played with the tassel on her hoodie. "The shirt stain."

"That was art." They told her excitedly. "I wore it with pride." She giggled at their playfulness. "How have you been?"

"I have been good." She told them as she sat on her bed. "Just debating on whether I should call you."

"Well, I am glad you did." They told her. "So, how does coffee sound?"

"When?" She questioned.

"Tomorrow at 1pm?" They asked her. "There's this new place that's just opened near Central Park."

"That sounds perfect." Wanda smiled as she thought about the person who has been on her mind.

"I'll see you tomorrow Wanda." They both bid their goodbyes as they hung up. Pietro stood in the doorway as she lay back, a smile on his face at seeing her happy.

"Do you want to tell me who that was?" He questioned as she shook her head.

The next morning came around, Vision hated the idea of being back in New York, but he was needed for a meeting with none other than the company CFO.

"So the Westview branch is losing profit." Y/N questioned as they looked at the presentation that Vision had planned out.

"I guess you can say that." He mumbled.

"The records show that." Y/N told him. "What's your plan to get things level for the next twelve months?"

"I guess we can make some cutbacks." He tried as Y/N looked over the files they had.

"That will help to an extent but we need a long term solution." They told him. "Look at the retiring employees, maybe early retirement since it is the veterans who earn more than the younger ones you have just hired."

"But they're better at the job, more proficient." He tried as Y/N shook their head.

"Work with the new employees, have Viv help you out with it, and start giving out early retirements." They told him, glancing at their watch. "Head back and put the plan into motion, I'll talk with Ms Potts about this situation."

"What will happen if we can't get a level of profit?" He asked as Y/N put the folders away.

"We will have no choice but to close the Westview branch." They told him, gesturing for him to leave before they started to get ready to meet Wanda.

Vision was shocked to see Wanda sat at an outside table at Loki's, a coffee in her hand as she scrolled through her social media.

"Wanda, hi." He greeted her, causing her to look up in his direction, a forced smile on her lips.

"Vision." She looked around before looking at him once more. "What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"I had a meeting at HQ." He told her. "So you live here again? In New York?"

"Yes." She spoke bluntly, wanting him to leave her.

"Wanda." Y/N's voice broke her and Vision from their conversation. "Vision?"

"Y/N, do you know Wanda?" He asked with a smirk as Wanda stood abruptly.

"Let's get that coffee." She told them as she led them inside the cafè, not sparing Vision a second glance. He just watched as the two linked arms as they waited at the counter.

"How is it that you know Vision?" Y/N asked Wanda as the two walked over to an empty table with their drinks.

"Well, it's complicated." She told them as they gave her a smile.

"I have got time." They told her as she smiled at them.

"He is my ex fiancè." She told them as they nodded. "When he got transferred to Westview, I went with him. Blindly."

"I think it wasn't a nice experience." They stated as they observed her.

"No." She answered. "I guess some of the people who I had met there were nice but my career was here and the schools in Westview were small, so there weren't any jobs for me. I was a stay at home fiancè and I hated it."

"I guess he didn't take it well." Y/N pointed out. "Because he looked like he could kill me for a whole other reason."

"Yeah, he hated you before we moved." Wanda told them with a smirk. "You got the job he had been working towards and he hated it."

"Well, now I am happier." They smiled as they sat back. "I have met a beautiful woman, by chance I might add, and I have learnt why one of my employees hates me."

"He was always a power hungry man." Wanda told them.

"You sound like you know from experience." They spoke as their gaze softened. "Did he ever hurt you?" They asked her as she looked at her watch.

"I have to go." She told them.

"I'm sorry if I overstepped and made you uncomfortable." They apologised.

"It's not that." She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. "I barely know you and you want to know more about a relationship I had with an employee"

"Well, get to know me. Ask me anything." They told her with a smile.

"What is your favourite colour?" She asked them.

"It used to be blue, but now I'm thinking green." They smirked as Wanda chuckled.

"You keep complimenting me." She stated as Y/N nodded with a wide smile.

"And I would keep complimenting you everyday that I see you." They told her as she smiled.

"I'd like that." She smiled, that was something Vision had never done since the first year of them dating.

That was the start of Wanda's happiness again, both Y/N and Wanda had multiple dates but Y/N respected her boundaries. Waiting for her to be the one to make the next move. So as they walked together to her brother's apartment, their coat wrapped around her shoulders to protect her from the bitter ice in the winter air.

"Thank you for tonight." She whispered as they stood before the building.

"Thank you for accompanying me." They smiled as they brushed her hair from her face, she closed her eyes as a sigh left her lips at the gentle touch.

"I uh, what is the purpose of these dates for you?" Wanda asked them, her eyes boring into their own. "It's always just us, and the dates are a little too romantic to be just friends."

"I want to be more than friends." They answered honestly. "But I don't want to push anything, I am willing to wait for you Wanda."

"Don't wait for me." She whispered as her hand found theirs, holding it as she entwined their fingers. "I don't want to wait either."

"So?" They asked her, confused by her words.

"Kiss me?" She whispered as they smiled, their free hand moving to cup her cheek. Leaning in slowly until their lips met in a tender kiss, Wanda soon gripped their shirt as she pulled them closer, deepening the kiss before they pulled away.

"I will see you soon." They whispered as they opened their eyes.

"Kiss me again?" She asked as they complied, giving her a soft kiss before pulling away.

"If I keep kissing you, I won't be able to stop." They whispered as she pouted.

"Don't stop." She replied as they shook their head as their smile widened.

"I have to." They told her. "Your brother is most likely home and I would love to take you on more dates and ask you a very important question first."

"Then ask me." She told them as they chuckled lightly.

"Not right now." They caressed her cheek. "I want it to be special. Memorable, like every moment spent with you."

"Go." She told them breathlessly. "Now, or I will go against everything you have just said and take you upstairs."

"I'll see you soon dear." They kissed her forehead before watching her disappear through the doors before walking home themselves.

"How was it?" Pietro asked as Wanda walked inside, a fuzzy smile on her face.

"It was perfect." She told him as she sat beside him on the sofa. "They are perfect."

"When do I get to meet them?" He asked her as she giggled. "You have been on like a million dates, they should have met the family by now."

"Soon." She told him, he just smiled as he pulled her in for a hug.

"It's nice to see that smile on your face again." He told her. "Haven't seen that smile since we were kids."

On the next date, Y/N had decided to cook for Wanda in their apartment. They had sent her their address as they had managed to find a recipe for chicken paprikash.

"Hey." They smiled as they answered the door, receiving a kiss in return.

"Kiss the chef." Wanda smirked as she pointed at the apron.

"It was a joke gift from my assistant." They helped her take off her coat as she looked at the open plan luxury apartment.

"This is a nice place." She whispered as they hung up her coat. Smiling at her as she wandered over to the window.

"I like it here." They told her. "It's a change from my old apartment in Algonquin."

"Algonquin?" She questioned as they shrugged.

"It was home. My parents still live there, and never wanted to move." They told her as they went to stir the food on the stove.

"Is that?" She asked as she approached them.

"It is." They confirmed. "I found a recipe online during a meeting on Monday and I had to try and cook it for you." She listened as they rambled. "I remember you saying it was your favourite dish that your mom used to make."

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Thank me after you don't die of food poisoning." They told her as their eyes met hers. Wanda had felt that in that moment, the entire world had stopped moving, with the intensity they gazed at her.

"Do you want me to help with anything?" She asked as she straightened out her jumper.

"Maybe grab whatever drink you want from the rack." They told her as they started to get the bowls out, and the garlic bread from the oven.

"My brother wants to meet you." She told them as she sat opposite them.

"Really? Would I be getting the talk?" They questioned with a joke.

"Most definitely." She chuckled. "With Vision, he thought that he was a good guy, that he wouldn't hurt me."

"But he did." They stated. "In more than one way." They started to clear the plates before taking Wanda's hand and helping her stand. "Just know that, if you agree to be mine, I will protect your heart with my life. I will do everything in my power to keep that smile on your face and that sparkle in your eye."

"Yes." She whispered as she subconsciously stepped closer to them. "I want to be yours." Her hands danced along the front of their shirt as they held her hip with one hand and the other caressing her cheek. The tenderness that they had shown her made her realise that she would always be safe when she was in their arms. So they spent that night, getting to know each other deeply, their clothes strewn across the bedroom floor as Y/N kissed her passionately. Showing her all of the things she never knew she could feel.

She woke the next morning, just covered by the sheet as flashes of the night before flashed through her mind. She could smell pancakes and hear Y/N's voice as they spoke on the phone.

"Westview will have to be closed." They spoke. "We have no other option. There isn't any way we can save that branch." They sighed as they flipped the pancakes. "Offer them a transfer or redundancy. It's the only choice we have." They smiled as they spotted Wanda walk in with the shirt that she stripped from them the night before. "I'll be back on Monday and we can discuss it more. Good day Mr Smith."

"Was that?" Wanda questioned as she took a seat as Y/N hung up.

"It was Vision." They told her. "Tell me if this is too weird."

"It's weird hearing his name but I really like you." She stood up and walked towards them as they turned off the stove. "So much and I don't want this to end." She stood nose to nose with them as she bit her lip. "You have made me feel alive, more alive than I have been since the day I was born."

"Let's eat." They told her, lifting her onto the surface before she could say otherwise, kissing her with urgency before they took off the shirt. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." They whispered as they looked in her eyes. "Like you were painted by Da Vinci himself."

Wanda pulled them back into a hungry kiss, moaning as their tongue pushed past her lips, devouring her as much as they could. The breakfast soon became cold and forgotten about as they had their head between Wanda's thighs, bringing forth another mind blowing orgasm.

Wanda was nervous about Pietro meeting Y/N, cooking a simple meal as she wore Y/N's shirt with her jeans, setting the table and making sure the apartment seemed nice.

"The apartment is fine Wanda." Pietro told her as he leaned on the wall, an amused smirk on his face.

"This is shabby compared to their's P." She told him.

"If they really like you Wanda, they wouldn't care about the apartment." He told her just as the doorbell rang. Moments later, Pietro let them in, handing him a case of premium beer and a bouquet of flowers for Wanda.

"Hi, you must be Pietro." They held out their hand for him to shake.

"I am, and I have heard a lot about you." He told them with a smirk. "So, if you hurt her, I will find out and you won't like it when I do."

"I don't plan on ever hurting her." They told him honestly.

"Good." He smirked as Wanda came just in time.

"Dinner is ready." She told them as she grabbed Y/N's hand and led them to the table. They shared small conversations, Y/N heard stories from when the twins were young.

"So." Pietro questioned as Wanda left the table. "What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I just want to be there for, however she would let me." They told him honestly. "I want to keep that smile on her face and show her that she will be loved and treated like the queen she was born to be."

"Just don't hurt her, her ex fiancè did and I found her on my doorstep, crying." He told them as they nodded.

"I intend to look after her for as long as she will have me." They reassured him.

"Good." He spoke bluntly before Wanda returned with the desert.

"I kind of ruined the cake so ice cream it is." She smiled shyly as Pietro laughed and Y/N smiled endearingly at her.

"That's perfect." They smiled as she sat down beside them.

Since meeting Pietro, everything seemed to be going fine, what Wanda hadn't thought would happen would be Vision returning to New York.

"You will be manning the 11th floor." Y/N told him as he scoffed.

"I have just come from running a branch and now you expect me to take a demotion?" He asked them as they sighed.

"Look, Mr Smith, you are my employee. It was written in the new contract that you had signed when you accepted the transfer over the redundancy." Y/N told him tiredly.

"Can I take the redundancy now?" He questioned as Y/N chuckled lightly.

"You did go to University, no?" They questioned. "Because if you did, you would have understood the first question, and your inability to read over a contract is making me question your position at this company as a whole. Who knows what deals you have screwed us over with."

"Y/N." He tried as Y/N glared at him.

"You will be manning 11th, and that is final. Do I make myself clear?" They asked him.

"Crystal." He muttered before he left Y/N's office. Every time he saw their face, he wanted to punch them.

Pepper walked to Y/N's office, letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

"What can I do for you Pepper?" They asked her politely as she sat in the chair opposite them.

"The company is hosting a charity gala this month, we have managed to rent out the ballroom at the usual spot." She told them. "We need the management for each floor department to be there, as well as yourself and I."

"When is it?" They asked her as they opened up their diary.

"It is on the 27th. You can bring a plus one if you want to bring your assistant again." She told them.

"I won't be bringing Carol." They told her. "I will be bringing my girlfriend." They smiled as Pepper made herself comfortable.

"Girlfriend? When did this happen?" She asked with a wide smile. They told her everything from the moment they met Wanda to now, especially with it nearing 8 months since they have been dating. "You sound like you're in love."

"I am." They told her. "I can't explain why I feel like this but she makes me want to be a better person. When I'm around her, it's easy, just being me and not CFO of Stark Industries." Y/N told her.

"You should tell her." She stated as Y/N shook their head.

"It's too soon." They told her.

"Love doesn't have a time frame." She told them. "And I can't wait to meet the lucky lady."

Y/N was a nervous wreck after that talk with Pepper, they were sitting on the sofa with Wanda as her favorite show was on. Her head on their shoulder as she held their hand.

"Are you ok?" She asked as she noticed their stiff posture. "You seem tense."

"I love you." They blurted out before removing themselves from the sofa. "I'm sorry, I never planned to say it like this. Tell you even." Wanda watched as they rambled, her heart beating rapidly. "I wanted to make the moment special. I just."

"Any moment spent with you is special." She told them as she stood before them, her finger placed upon their lips. "And I am falling for you too. I can't explain it because it happened fast and I have wanted to tell you for a while now. I love you Y/N." They pulled her in for a tender kiss, smiling against her lips as the kiss broke.

"Do you have any plans on the 27th?" They asked her.

"No. Why?" She questioned.

"The company is throwing the annual charity gala and I was wondering if you would be my date?" They asked her.

"I would love to." She told them before kissing them once more before pulling them onto the sofa. Little did they know that things from this moment would be more challenging.

The moment Vision saw the two walk in the room arm in arm, he was fast to get another drink. He hated seeing the person who got the job he wanted have his girl. It was when he spotted Y/N being dragged away to talk to a client, leaving Wanda alone at the bar.

"They just left you here?" He smirked as he approached her.

"Why are you here Vision?" She asked him.

"Do you know, their assistant is usually the one they bring here." He sneered as Wanda scoffed.

"Leave me alone." She told him as she tried to leave, before he gripped her arm.

"Do you really think they love you?" He taunted. "No one will love you Wanda, no one but me."

"You never really loved me." She told him. "You only cared about yourself."

"You're making a huge mistake." He spat at her.

"Please get your hands off my girlfriend." Y/N spoke up as they stood behind Vision.

"Is she really your girlfriend or is she keeping you warm for the next whore." He taunted as Y/N's hand removed Wanda from his grasp.

"You know, if we weren't at a business event, I would take you outside and kick your ass for thinking you could put your hands on a woman, let alone my girlfriend." They told him. "But right now, I can make your life a living hell. I can make sure you won't find another job in New York again. I have the power to do just that so I suggest you leave Wanda alone. You will not look at her. Talk to her or even touch her because if you do, I will make sure you won't be breathing the same air as her. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." He snarled before walking away, Y/N was fast to check her arm.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, and she just kissed them passionately.

"That was hot." She whispered as Y/N laughed at her. "But yeah, I'm ok." The rest of the night went by swimmingly, Vision seemed to stay away from Wanda until he had an idea.

Pietro groaned when he saw Vision enter the bar, wanting to kick his ass. He crossed his arms as his sister's ex sat on the stool opposite him.

"Why are you here?" Pietro asked him bluntly.

"Can't I get a drink in this fine establishment?" Vision taunted as Pietro just got him a beer.

"Why are you here?" He asked again as Vision took a long sip.

"Y/N is hurting Wanda." He told him.

"What?" He questioned.

"I've seen it, they held her arm extremely hard earlier. It will most likely bruise and let's not forget about Carol." Vision fought back the smirk on his face.

"Carol?" Pietro questioned.

"Yeah, she's Y/N's assistant, extremely close. I have walked by their office and heard noises before." He told him. "You know, sex noises."

"So you're telling me that Y/N is hurting my sister and cheating on her." He stated as Vision nodded.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." Vision finished his beer and put the money down before leaving an angry Pietro behind, feeling extremely triumphant about himself.

"I had fun tonight." Wanda told Y/N as they held hands, walking through the streets.

"So did I." They answered before pausing their steps, observing her bruising arm. "Does that hurt?" They asked her as she shook her head no. "This isn't the first time he has hurt you, is it?"

"No." She told them, barely above a whisper. "He wasn't always like that though, when we first got together he was sweet and gentle but then something changed in him as time went on." The two sat on a bench as Y/N wrapped their jacket around her shoulders. "He was overworking himself, forgetting dates and then he would try and buy my forgiveness with flowers and jewelry. Before we got engaged, I thought the man I fell in love with was coming back to me, and then after the engagement it got worse. The first time he hit me was when I never came home from work before him. I went out with my work friends so his dinner wasn't ready for him. He slapped me across the face."

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." They assured her as she nodded.

"I know." She answered as she looked into their gentle eyes. "I just feel safe with you."

"You will always be safe with me." They told her, lips about to touch as they heard Pietro's angry voice.

"Pietro?" Wanda questioned as he threw a punch at Y/N's jaw.

"You make me sick." He growled as Y/N held their jaw.

"What is going on?" Wanda asked as Pietro threw another punch.

"They hurt you. They have been hurting you." He told her. "I know everything Wanda, the bruises on your arms. The sex with the assistant."

"What?" She whispered as Y/N looked at Pietro.

"I would never hurt Wanda." Y/N told him as they stood up. "I would never cheat on her either. That's just not who I am."

"What about the sex noises in the office?" He questioned as both Y/N and Wanda went beetroot. "And Carol wasn't at her desk."

"That would be us." Wanda admitted. "They send her on a long lunch while we have our time."

"But the bruises?" He questioned pointing to her arm.

"How do you know?" She asked him.

"Vision, he came by the bar just." He told her. "I'm sorry Y/N, when he said that you were hurting her and cheating on her I just went."

"I know." They nodded as they held their jaw. "I would have done the same had I been in your position."

"It doesn't excuse my behaviour." He told them.

"It's ok." They straightened up. "I will deal with Vision myself." They told the two of them. "I'll see you soon my dear." They kissed her cheek as they left her with Pietro.

"So, who gave you the bruises?" He asked her as they walked home together. She told him everything, from the first moment he first laid hands on her as Y/N spent all night at the office. Finding a way to get Vision out of New York.

"You wanted to see me?" Vision spoke as he entered the office, his eyes widening as he spotted Pepper sat in Y/N's chair.

"I have asked Pepper to be here because right now, it is taking everything in me to remain professional." They told him as they turned to face him. "After the bruises you left on my girlfriend's arm last night and trying to ruin my relationship with her by spreading lies to her brother has shown me that you no longer belong here." They told him. "So, I have a proposition for you, you can either take the transfer to our Dubai branch or you can tender your resignation. Effect of immediately"

"So which will it be?" Pepper questioned.

"Mr Stark won't stand for this." Vision spat at the two of them. "We are friends."

"When was the last time you and Mr Stark hung out?" Pepper questioned. "A college party that my husband no longer remembers. Besides, he saw how you treated Ms Maximoff last night, he saw it all and he wanted you fired, arrested too."

"This is just a whole misunderstanding." Vision laughed as both Pepper and Y/N remained serious.

"I'm afraid it is past the whole misunderstanding phase." Y/N told him. "You have hated seeing me with your ex fiancèe because you still think you have some moronic claim over her."

"I love her." He told them as Y/N chuckled.

"You don't love her." They told him. "You love the idea of having a stay at home wife who would cater to your every need. Someone to make you feel good whenever you desire in however way you want. That's not love, that's narcissistic misogyny." His shoulders deflated knowing he had lost this fight. "You have 24hrs to decide Mr Smith. If you are a moment late, I will start the process for assault charges."

Vision left the office with a huff as Pepper smiled up at Y/N.

"Are you ok?" She asked them.

"Yeah." They nodded. "I'll be even better when he is out of Wanda's life. Thank you for helping me."

"It's no problem, now go home and rest." She told them which they did, already finding Wanda in their apartment, preparing a dinner for when they finished.

"What are you doing here?" The two asked at the same time.

"I figured you would be hungry after work." She told them.

"Pepper sent me home since I was working on our problem all night." They told her.

"Did you sort it out?" She asked them.

"We will find out tomorrow at 9am." They told her. "Or he will be getting charged for assault, the amount of witnesses there was from the moment he punched me, twice."

"You wouldn't?" She smirked as they nodded, wrapping their arms around her waist.

"I would do anything for you Ms Maximoff." They told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and holding her close.

The moment Vision had took the job in Dubai, Wanda felt as though she could breathe freely, live freely as she moved her things into Y/N's apartment.

"You can decorate the place however you want to." They told her as she shook her head.

"Maybe some pictures to decorate the walls and units maybe." She told them as she pulled out a polaroid camera, taking a picture of the two as Y/N kissed her cheek.

"I guess we will have some memories to make then." They told her. "Like maybe a holiday, next week in Scotland."

"What about work?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Already sorted." They told her with a cheeky smile. "I spoke with Natasha about putting a holiday for you and that this was a surprise." She kissed their lips fervently, her heart full as she realised that this was the life she had craved. A love so pure that she never had to question it, whether she deserved it or not.

The trip to Scotland felt like a dream for her, the stolen moments and kisses she would share with Y/N as they explored the country. It wasn't until they were standing in the fields, surrounding Edinburgh that she turned to find Y/N on one knee.

"What are you doing?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"Wanda, meeting you by chance was the best moment in my life. But I never knew that at that moment I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Loving you how you deserved to be loved. Showing you how you should be treated and cared for, and I want to do that for the rest of my life because with each passing day, my love for you only grows. So will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" They asked her as she only nodded with a shaky yes. Once the ring was on her finger, she pulled them in for a hard kiss. The two pulled away with smiles on their faces.

"I love you so much." She whispered as they pecked her lips once more.

"I love you so much more." They took her hand as they walked back to the hotel together. Ready to start on the adventure their future holds together.

New Romantics

next chapter

taylor swift x fem reader!writer

warnings: swearing, drinking, parties, reader is tall (5’10), reader is feminine, mean joe.

you were at a party with taylor and her boyfriend joe. joe was off talking to some other guys while you and taylor just sat at a table and talked about life. taylor and joe were continuously arguing everyday, and almost every time it was about taylors eras tour despite it being done.

you travelled with taylor to a good amount of the concerts while you were finishing your book which is now a best seller in stores all across the states. you had written a couple other famous stories but this was your biggest yet.

throughout the party you and taylor had both been congratulated for your separate achievements and both of you were exhausted. you excused yourself from the table for a bit to go to the bathroom and while you were gone, joe came over to taylor.

joe sat down across from her with an annoyed look on his face. “why do you hangout with her so much? you guys act like a couple more than we do.” taylor scowled at joes remark. “we’ve been together for six years, me and hazel are just best friends. besides, im straight, so you don’t have to worry.”

joe sighed, obviously not satisfied by her response. “taylor, she looks at you weird, like she has a crush on you and you look at her the same way.” taylor furrowed her eyebrows, she was beginning to get frustrated by the conversation. “me and her are just friends. there’s nothing going on between us.”

joe raised his eyebrows and scoffed “you like her, you just won’t admit it.” taylor didn’t know how to respond so she got up and walked away over to the bar where she got a small glass of wine.

you came back and saw she was gone so you searched for her and when you found her you walked over to her with a slightly concerned look. taylor noticed your expression and explained what happened. your stomach hurt when she said you two were just friends but you ignored it and thought it was nothing.

“he thinks something is going on between us? that’s ridiculous.” you nervously laughed a little as you spoke. taylor didn’t notice the uneasy tone to your laugh thankfully, but she couldn’t help but feel a little sad from your words.

you and taylor talked for a while longer but you guys were interrupted by an angry looking joe, “let’s go, i want to leave now.” you looked at taylor confused and decided to not interfere and leave. since taylor, the only person you really gave a shit about there was leaving, you did too.

you left and got into your car, you turned on the radio and listened to whatever music was on. basically every two songs one of taylor’s would play, reminding you of her.

you sat on your couch wearing a white cable knit sweater and plaid boxer shorts while watching the hunger games, your cat laid on the cushion next to you sleeping while you drank wine.

as you were in the middle of watching the movie when someone rang your doorbell. you checked the time and it was almost midnight, you groaned and wearily went to the door. you unlocked and opened the door slowly and saw taylor crying.

she instantly hugged you and you shut the door behind her and hugged back. “what happened taylor? are you okay?” you spoke softly while rubbing taylor’s back. she wiped her tears away but then more tears came “joe broke up with me.”

your eyes widened for a moment before pulling her back into a short hug and then brought her into your living room. you sat down on the couch with her and held her hands while she opened up about it. after talking about it for hours, you two fell asleep on the couch together.

she slept in your arms with her head on your chest and you were too far from sober to notice it.

Fatal Attraction

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Smut. Fluff. Angst. Infidelity. Violence. Death. Amab! Reader

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18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda married her high school sweetheart when they had graduated college. But the two then moved to New York, Jarvis had started working at his family company as Wanda had many interviews lined up, most were kindly rejecting her until the CEO of Oscorp, Stark Industries rival company had decided to give her a chance as their assistant.

Of course Wanda working for Oscorp had started to cause eruptions within her marriage, her husband wasn't entirely happy with the news when Wanda excitedly told him about the job. But as time goes on, Wanda spends more and more time with her boss, soon unable to fight the attraction felt between the two.

What will happen when Jarvis Stark finds out that his long-time rival is screwing his wife?

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Chapterlist

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

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all of you, all of me (intertwined)

Word Count: 2.4k

Title from 'Daylight' by Taylor Swift.

Based on a request from Anonymous.

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Losing the World Cup sucks. It really fucking sucks.

The Spanish players deserve it, of course—they were the better team, when it came down to it—and you’re glad to see them celebrate after so many months of turmoil and internal conflict, but it still feels like a punch in the gut when the second place medal is draped around your neck.

The days afterward are full of tears and regret, consolation and half-hearted pep talks that only end up making everyone feel a little worse. Sarina tries her best of course, but even she is struggling with the defeat; it’s evident in her eyes, just a little dimmer than they were before.

Lucy takes it harder than the rest of you. She feels like it was her fault, like the goal (which, admittedly, still stings to think about) could have been prevented if she hadn’t tried to make that run through the middle. She’s completely wrong, of course: it’s nobody’s fault, and it’s everybody’s fault and at the end of the day, it just really does not matter. You lost. Spain won. Nothing to do now but pick up the pieces and move on as best you all can.

Pretty much everyone has a good old cry about it before you leave—Alessia and Mary both come to you separately, sniffling and teary-eyed, looking for a pair of friendly arms to hold them for a while, and you in turn go to Esme for some comfort. It’s nice, the tall blonde defender rubbing your back and murmuring reassurances, but it’s not what you really want.

What you want is Taylor.

Unfortunately for you, your girlfriend is all the way on the other side of the world, starting the international leg of her tour. You couldn’t be prouder of her, truly; you’ve told her as much almost annoyingly often, always met with a bashful smile and a blush from the woman you love.

But, selfishly, you wish she wasn’t so far away. All you want is to curl up in bed with her, have her stroke your hair and sing to you. You wish that she was the one comforting you (no offence to Esme, of course), the one telling you what a great job you’d done. You wish it so much you ache with it.

God, you miss her. It’s been almost 2 months since you saw her in person, the longest you’ve been apart since you started dating 3 years ago, and you miss her so goddamn much it hurts. You miss her eyes and her touch, the way she smiles when you say something silly. You miss the way her nose scrunches when you kiss her forehead, how she laughs, how she looks at you with so much adoration that you feel like melting.

There have been texts exchanged and brief FaceTimes before bed (either for you or for her, time difference is a bitch), but the both of you have been so busy, you with the World Cup and her with the tour, that contact has been sporadic and short. She’d texted you after the final, a quick ‘I’m so sorry darling, you played amazingly and I’m so proud of you’, but you haven’t heard from her since. You understand why: she’s the biggest popstar in the world, performing her record-breaking worldwide tour. She doesn’t have the time to be on her phone 24/7.

You just wish you could see her. Most of all, that’s what you want—to see her, be back in her presence again.

And then it hits you: you can.

*****

You split off from the other Lionesses at the airport, hugging everybody goodbye and wishing them all a safe flight home. Ella gives you a slap on the back as you turn to leave—

“Go get your missus!”

—she yells, and you grin wide and toothy as you start walking to your gate.

*****

Andrea meets you at the airport when you finally land in Mexico. You’re exhausted—losing a World Cup final and then almost 24 hours of travel will do that to a person—so when she hugs you in greeting you can’t help but sink into it a little. She always did give the best hugs.

“Oh, it’s so wonderful that you’re here, dear.” She says quietly, squeezing you once before letting go. You smile. Andrea had been overjoyed when you’d informed her of your plan on the phone a couple days ago, and you can see her excitement shining in her face as you start walking to her car.

“She doesn’t know?” You ask as you exit the terminal and she shakes her head. You hadn’t told Taylor you were coming, wanting to surprise her.

“Not a clue. She’s at the stadium now, so you can drop your things at her hotel and rest a little before the show tonight.” You sigh gratefully—you really are shattered, and a nap sounds like heaven.

Once you reach the hotel, you pretty much immediately collapse onto the bed. Sydney to San Francisco to Mexico City is one hell of a journey, and you can feel the long hours on the plane settling in your body like a stone dropped in water.

The room is nice enough, but it’s the hints of your girlfriend you can see scattered around that make it immediately worth the long journey—a bottle of her nail polish on the bedside table, one of her hoodies slung over the back of a chair, and when you press your face into the pillow, the familiar scent of her shampoo hits you and envelopes you like warm blanket. You smile and close your eyes.

Just a few more hours, my love.

*****

You’ve seen Taylor perform countless times over the years you’ve known each other. On tour, on late night shows, in her living room at 2 AM. Always, you’re astounded at her voice, her stage presence, the force that she is and the space she takes up. It’s a miracle to witness every single time you get the privilege to see her so in her own element.

This time, however, takes your breath away like never before.

She’s radiant on the stage, a shining sun you feel blessed to gaze upon, and the passion she puts into every single song makes you feel like you’re part of something entirely bigger than yourself. She looks gorgeous in every outfit, hits every note and every beat, and more than anything, she looks happy.

And maybe it’s the months apart, or maybe it’s simply her, but you feel like you’re walking amongst the stars watching her, a meteor passing by your wondering eyes. It feels like falling in love all over again, and it feels like flying. She performs ‘Sweet Nothing’ as a surprise song and you feel your breath catch in your chest. You’re mesmerised, and by the end of her set, you sort of feel like crying, in all the best ways.

Andrea takes you to her dressing room once the fans start pouring out of the stadium, assuring you that Taylor will be there once she’s done thanking all the crew, before ducking back out with a wink.

Nerves take over just a little as you wait for her to arrive and it makes you laugh to yourself—3 years of dating and she still makes you feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, still gives you butterflies.

Time passes like treacle drops—that is to say, extremely slowly. You’re beyond excited to see her, and every little noise from outside the dressing room door makes your head snap up and your knee shake. You’re full to bursting with wanting and longing and loving that when she finally does open that door, you’re on your feet before she can even blink.

You see the shock in her hanging jaw, her wide eyes and you laugh shakily, tears springing to your eyes at the sight of her, in the flesh, after so long apart.

“Hi, sweetheart.” You say, barely louder than a whisper, and she’s in your arms before you even finish your sentence.

Her embrace feels so strongly like home that you can’t help but let yourself cry a little. Taylor’s crying too, you think, as she buries her face in your neck and you hold her close, shaking as she folds herself into you. It feels like something clicking into place in your chest as she fits herself into your arms, as you sway her back and forth, closing your eyes and thanking a god you don’t even believe in for this moment.

She draws back after a while to look you in the eyes but she stays in the circle of your arms, dropping to rest around her waist. Her hands come up and hold your face as gentle as glass and you grin at her. God, you’d missed those blue eyes of hers.

“When—how—what are you doing here?” She finally settles on, stroking her thumbs over your cheeks. You giggle at her incredulity.

“I flew in from Sydney, got here a few hours before the show. I…” you trail off, still breathless at the sight of her, still taking her in, “I missed you.”

The smile that ruined you for all others spreads across her face and she huffs out a little laugh. She shakes her head, staring at you with amazement sparkling in her eyes before leaning in to press her forehead to yours.

“I missed you too, baby. Missed you so much.”

When she kisses you, you all but melt in her arms. It’s deep and long, her lips capturing yours with a tender vigour that leaves you absolutely starstruck. Her thumb rubs against your jawline, other hand sliding down to rest on your shoulder as she presses in closer and steals the breath from your lungs. Take it, you almost want to say. Take it all. All I have is yours. All I am is yours.

You pull back after a few stretching moments, panting and love-stung and joyously happy. Taylor looks like a goddess, like all your brightest dreams made flesh, and you sigh, nose brushing hers.

“I love you so much.” She murmurs and you smile. She moves her hand to press against your chest, resting above your heart.

“I love you more, superstar.”

*****

Once Taylor is finished in the dressing room (which takes quite a bit of time given that the two of you keep falling back into each other, into long kisses and quiet hugs, drawn by each other’s gravity), the two of you exit the stadium to find her parents waiting by the car. You and Scott exchange warm greetings whilst Andrea hugs her daughter. With pleasantries exchanged, you all buckle in and Scott starts driving to the nearest and most low-key restaurant in the area.

Over some truly exquisite food, the 4 of you talk for hours. You speak about the World Cup defeat, still fresh and painful. Though, you have to admit the sting is lessened when you’re sat next to the woman you love most in this world, her hand rubbing circles into your knee as she presses a kiss to your temple.

Taylor lights up when the conversation shifts to the show, and you can’t help but be transfixed by her as talks, smiling and gesturing and practically spilling over with excitement. She’s loving the tour, you knew she would, but to see the passion and the payoff in her eyes is a gift from above. You listen with a smile the worst of weather couldn’t wash away.

Before you know it, it’s nearly midnight and Andrea starts to yawn. Scott insists on paying the bill—though you fight him on it amicably—and they drive you and Taylor back to the hotel before bidding you goodnight and heading off.

The elevator ride and subsequent walk to Taylor’s room is comfortably silent, the both of you content and peaceful, but you feel the mood shift once the door closes behind you.

She’s on you in seconds, mouth seeking out your own as she presses you back against the wall, hands searching out any bit of skin they can find. You respond in kind, equally as keyed up as she appears to be, gripping at her hips and pulling her into you, biting her bottom lip and smiling when she groans.

Your hands slide up the front of her sweatshirt, fingers skating over her ribs as her tongue slips into your mouth. You’re kissing hot and desperate now, the both of you breathing heavily and pushing against each other like you just can’t get close enough.

“Bed.” She murmurs against your lips, nails scratching deliciously at the back of your neck. “Bed, now.”

You comply almost mindlessly, walking the both of you back towards the bed as you continue to kiss furiously until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. Before she can fall onto it, she pulls away from your lips and turns you around, shoving you backwards so that you topple onto the bed. She follows close behind, climbing onto your lap, legs straddling your hips.

Your stomach drops hotly as she settles on your lap, hands grasping for her waist as she starts a slow grind against you. You feel like you’re on fire, burning up with the need to feel her, to touch her, to claim her again after far too long.

Taylor gasps when you attach your lips to her neck, sucking and kissing at the skin before biting down, hard, the way she likes it. She moans, her hips bucking against your stomach. There’ll be a mark come morning, and a dark little voice in your head cackles with glee—you want to mark her, to sink your teeth in until the skin is red and bruised, to show the world she’s yours.

“Baby…fuck…” she trails off when you bite her again, lower this time, and her hand tangles in your hair, pulling a little, “Fuck, I missed you.” She breathes, pulling you back so she can look you in the eye. You grin up at her, and you must look thoroughly ruined. It’s how you feel, after all. Wreck, ruin, mess. She looks it too, eyes darkened and pupils blown, chest heaving, lips kiss bruised and bitten red.

“I missed you too, love.”

Taylor smirks, hand tightening in your hair to the point of delightful pain as you groan at the feeling.

“Show me how much.” She demands.

And who are you to say no?

*****

A/N: Wow I LOVED writing this! Literally obsessed with Taylor, so glad I could write for her! Hope you all enjoyed it :)