#IM SOFT DONT LOOK AT MEEEE

[vibinsanemoved]

actually this is how it'll be

@dawnbreakersgaze would be my snowflower

@rose-tinted-kalopsia would be my snowdrop

they are beloved wifeys and absolute angels

therefore... they are my snow angels.

[tittysuckersworld]

what if, hear me out, well never have sex soukoku animatic? eh eh?

[swightops]

still holding the silence (3) - thunderbolts* (b.reynolds)

summary - your first training session with bob has you both finding comfort in one another warning(s) - typical thunderbolts warnings (depression, cannon violence, blood, etc.), a/n - IM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE IVE BEEN BUSY AND I FORGOT TO UPLOAD IT AHHHH PLEASE DONT HATE MEEEE! as an apology, I'll upload chapter 4 tomorrow and then 5 on our regular Wednesday 😇

09:37 AM

The Watchtower’s elevator doors part with a ding as you step into the marble foyer, your boots echoing faintly beneath the high, vaulted ceilings. You’re on one of the higher floors, one that was closed off the night of the gala. Your entrance into the Watchtower was thankfully not as eventful as you thought it’d be. You only saw essential personnel on your way up, and you mentally thank Bucky for ensuring no unnecessary people would be present when you arrived. You’re sure that your PR team would freak if they knew you were here. 

Bucky’s already waiting. Leaning against a support column with his arms crossed, face serious, but his eyes turn soft when they land on you. 

“Was half worried you weren’t going to come,” he says, voice low.

You pull your sleeve down. “Yeah, well, I said I’d come, so here I am.”

He nods his head for you to follow, and you do. The silence between the two of you is thick, heavy with things unsaid. Or maybe, heavy with the things you did say, especially last night. 

“You sure you're up to this?” Bucky asks, eyes peering over his shoulder to peek at you. You shrug. 

“No,” you admit, weirdly truthful all of a sudden. “But you are right that he needs someone who understands this Sentry/Void part of him. So, I can call a truce right now if you can.” 

Bucky chuckles, “I’d never win an argument with you anyway.”

You let yourself laugh at his words. 

A door hisses open as Bucky stops and lets you walk in first. The floor is matte black, lined with dampeners and sleek modular panels. A containment field hums faintly while lighting up the room. You follow the many electricity lines to the center of the room, and they land on Bob. He’s wearing dark brown sweatpants and a black crewneck, both looking oversized on him somehow. His hands pull at the sleeves of his sweater, and his hair falls forward as he nods to the person beside him. A head of blonde hair steps out from beside Bob, and you swallow. 

Yelena Belova.

Bucky leans in. “That’s Yelena. She’s been helping keep him grounded.”

“I know who she is,” you say, and Bucky just nods, feeling a little dumb for explaining who Yelena is. Yelena’s eyes met yours, and she smiles politely before she tugs Bob towards you. 

“Hi,” Yelena says. Not unkindly. Just…careful. Years in the Red Room taught her how to hide her emotions, yet you can still see the apprehension in her eyes. Bob shifts from behind her, his hand waving at you softly. He smiles awkwardly, and it almost makes you laugh at how he’s trying to hide behind Yelena and looking at you like a curious kid.

“Hey,” you nod. “It’s, uhh, nice to meet you.”

There's a pause. Tension hangs in the space between all of you. 

“I’ll take it from here,” you say, tugging your sleeve down again. 

Bucky hesitates. “You sure?”

“I think it’d be better if it were just the two of us,” you reason, looking at Bob, and when you see him squirm, you bite your lip. “Unless you’d feel more comfortable with them here. Or just Yelena?” 

Bob flinches before he shakes his head, “No, uhh, I’m fine with just us.” You nod before moving to a nearby chair and dragging it with you to the middle of the room. Bob follows without hesitation, and his eyes met yours—not scared. Just weary. Like he’s waiting for you to be disappointed in him.

Something in your chest tightens, and you peer over his shoulder to wave bye to Yelena and Bucky. They exchange a look, then quietly step out of the room.

“So, uh, you up for trying something?” you say quietly, looking back at the brunette before you. He flushes a little under your gaze before shrugging. 

“I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Good,” you say. “Me neither. Never taught before.”

That draws a faint smile from him before his face shifts. His lips part and then shut, and you chuckle lightly. “Is there something you want to ask?” His eyes widened slightly, embarrassed that you caught him before he looks at you. 

Then he blurts, “I heard what Valentina said. At the gala.” His fingers are tugging at the edge of his sleeve. “Super hearing. Can’t really turn it off.”

You suck in a quiet breath. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice smaller now. “That…wasn’t right. What she did. And what she said.”

“She was making a show of it,” you reply, shrugging. “That’s what she’s good at.”

He looks at you now, eyes sorrowful, like he was the one who said all those nasty things to you. “Still…it felt wrong. You didn’t deserve that.”

You shrug again, but your jaw clenches. “Let’s get started.” You walk back from the chair and motion for him to do the same. He follows, and the two of you stare at the empty chair before you lift your hand. Shadows from the wall come tearing off towards the chair, forming a small ball. It slowly unravels, the shadows fade away, and all that is left is a small metallic pyramid paperweight. 

“Yo-You did that?” Bob asks, his voice a whisper. His eyes are wide with awe, and his lips are parted as he looks from the chair to the walls and then to you. You laugh and nod, your cheeks flushing a little. 

“I’m going to float this. Nothing big. Just…gentle.” You focus. The shadows from the floor rise in thin whisps and then wrap around the paperweight, tugging gently upward. The paperweight floats an inch, floating steadily before you let it down. “You try.”

He stares. “I don’t think I can-”

“It’s ok if you can’t. I just want you to try.”

He furrows his brow and reaches out a hand. His hand shakes for a few seconds, and you both stare. Nothing happens, and Bob deflates. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to use this power,” he apologizes, his shoulders falling in disappointment and embarrassment. 

“Bob,” you call quietly, voice soft. “I’m not expecting you to get it right away. From what Bucky told me, you haven’t had these powers long. Cut yourself some slack.” Your eyes meet his again, and he blinks a few times before trying again. 

And for the next ten minutes, the two of you continue the cycle of Bob trying, nothing happens, and you encouraging him. Biting your lip, you step closer to him, and he peers down at you, standing statue-esque still, curious about what you’re doing. Slowly, you raise your hand to mimic his, and just as your skin is about to touch, you stop.

“Do mind if I touch you?” you whisper. Your heart’s beating too fast, and you steal yourself under his gaze. Just like you, Bob’s sure his heart is beating so fast that you could probably hear it at this point. Swallowing and untrusting of his voice, he nods, and you let your fingers ghost over his. “If just trying to feel it is too hard, try visualizing it.” 

A thin shadow strand leaks ripples from your skin and towards the paperweight. Bob watches with quiet awe as it wraps itself around the object and lifts it lightly into the air. You let it float for a couple more seconds before the shadows drop it and dissolve. With a cough, you step back and nod towards the chair. “You try,” you smile gently, and Bob nods. His shoulders shift back, and his feet shift slightly before he squints. He tries to visualize the shadow that came from your hand, and something under his skin jolts.

You feel it before it happens—a pulse of something too big, too heavy. The paperweight rises barely a couple of centimeters before crashing back onto the chair. Bob’s hands drop from the air, just slightly, like he’s afraid of overreaching. The bolt of energy dissipates before it fully takes shape.

“I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, voice strained. “I thought I had it—I—I felt it, but it slipped.”

You don’t say anything right away. You can see the way his shoulders tighten, the way he shrinks back as if preparing for scolding. As if he expects disappointment. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say quietly, stepping a little closer. “That was good, Bob. That was really good.”

He shakes his head. “You’re just saying that.”

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean.”

Bob swallows and looks down at his hands. “It’s always like this. One second I think I’m in control, and the next I’m not. It’s like trying to hold onto lightning. And when I lose it…people get hurt.” His voice cracks on the last word, barely above a whisper.

You remember the O.X.E. reports. The singular image with the people-shaped shadows on the wall. The phrase “a second presence.” You move closer—careful, slow, like approaching something wounded and wild. “You didn’t hurt anyone today. You’re learning. That’s what this is for.”

He lifts his eyes to yours, and it’s a vulnerable, almost childlike expression. “I don’t want to be dangerous.”

You could laugh, not because it’s funny, but because it’s like looking into a mirror. “No one does.”

Bob studies you. “But, you’re different. You’re Sunwraith, an Avenger. You saved the whole universe and Earth like three times.”

“There was a time when that name meant something else,” you admit, your voice dipping low, like the words still have teeth. Bob blinks, surprised, and you let the rest come out before you stop yourself. “When you see the twin suns,” you say quietly, your eyes meeting Bob’s sweet blue ones, “the shadow that follows will consume you.” He blinks for a second before he fully understands your words. The name isn’t beautiful, it’s an omen. A warning. A curse dressed in praise.

You continue before you can lose your nerve. “You’re afraid you’ll mess up. Hurt someone. Let the other part of you out.” You don’t say The Void, but you don’t have to because Bob knows what you mean. “I know what it’s like and I’ve spent a long time pretending I don’t hear the voice in the back of my head, waiting for me to mess up.”

His brow furrows, the emotion in his eyes shifting. “And you’re not scared of me?”

You pause. “I’m scared for you. That’s different.”

Bob’s gaze drops. He rubs a hand over his face like he’s trying to stop tears from falling. “…You’re nice,” he murmurs. “Even when you don’t want to be.”

“I know a couple of people who feel differently,” you joke, trying to lift the mood.

Bob swallows, his hands falling and trembling at his sides. “Yelena and the others…they’re great. They’re kind. They’re my friends. But they don’t get this. They don’t get him.”

You look at him—really look, taking in all of him. “I do.”

Bob looks at you, and something in his posture changes, like he’s breathing easier for the first time in a long while. “Okay,” he says, nodding slowly. “Okay. Let’s try again.”

You smile faintly and nod. “Ok.”

Bob exhales, and this time, the energy between his fingers is steadier. His eyes glow, a dim golden-white, but they don’t flicker out.

You don’t tell him he’s doing great, even though he is.

You let the silence say it for you.

The elevator closes behind you with a soft ding, and you're alone. Not in the way you used to be, raw and demoralizing, but in a way you chose to be. The kind of alone that lets your breath stretch out past your ribs and into the room.

You kick your shoes off and walk over to the couch before letting your body sink like it weighed a ton. You peer down at your hands, open palms. Your body still hums faintly with the echo of power, leftovers from training with Bob. You should feel drained, but you don’t. You feel…loose. Disarmed. Open.

You think of him again—a 6ft giant full of nerves, always talking softly as if his voice would hurt someone, blue eyes that were scared to meet yours at times, and still too gentle around the edges for someone carrying something so massive inside. 

The Sentry.

You laugh as you think about the name and the man it belonged to before you think back to how Bob looked at you with awe and softness. You let your eyes fall closed. The memory settles inside you, light and quiet. And it doesn’t leave for the rest of the night. 

[satoriswife]

Kuroo Tetsurou x F!reader

Title: “oh yeah?”

Chapter 5!!

Enemies to lovers

Warning:⚠️ smut, harrasment.(ew old men.)

AGED UP (18-19)

Chapter 1 , 2 , 3, 4

It was the last day of training camp.

Fukordani vs Nekoma. Oh how interesting…

Kaori’s trying desperately to get Kuroos attention and getting touchy , which does not sit right with you for some reason.

After that kiss? which was two days ago,you have not seen the end of it from your team.They wouldnt stop pestering you about wether or not you and Kuroo are dating.Because of course yamamoto was curious and checked the hallway cameras…

kuroos voice from that day plays in your mind “hey yn,just let me know if you wanna do it again?”

You smirk.

Perfect opportunity,am i right?

You walk up to them with a blank expression,but in reality you were kinda shitting yourself.

“Hey captain,”

“Hey Yn”

“Kaori.” You nod to say hi.

She smiles slightly but turns back to trying to get kuroos attention.

“Captain ,I wanna do it again.”

“What are you talking about?” He says facing you now.

“You told me to let you know if I wanted to do it again. So.”

“O-oh.Right now?”

You watch as kaori stares in confusion.

“Im tryna talk to Tetsu over here can you leave.” She says.

Tetsu

You grab his face and kiss him.He kisses you back immediately,making you smile against his lips.

“Oh i didnt know you guys were together.” Kaori says bluntly hiding her annoyance terribly.

You pull away pushing his face away slightly.

“Mhm. We are.”

“I uh gtg.” She says.

“Oh and Kaori…Dont ever fucking call him Tetsu again.” You smile leaning back into his chest.

…

“What was that this morning btw?” kuroo smirks trying to get you’re attention.

“Nothing..”

“That was so fucking hot.”

You look at him rolling your eyes but smile slightly anyways

“Will you help me with the nets ,Cap?”

“Say please.”

“…..please.”

“Gimme a kiss.”

“Nooo,we are not a thingg.” You whine.

“Then I aint helping” He says sitting down with his arms crossed.He continues this for another 5 minutes.

“Ugh you’re such a baby.” You say walking up to him and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. “Happy?”

“Mhm” he says pecking your lips this time, before standing and walking away to the net stands. “oh and was it not you who said we were together?”

“Oh shut up.I said that so she would leave.”

“Yk that means we have to kiss everytime she sees us cuz she thinks we are a couple.”

“Okay.what? We do not have to kiss everytime she sees us….you are just obsessed with my lips now.”

“Oi will you two just get a room already?” Yamamoto yells from the gym door.

“I will kill you moto moto.” You glare at him.

“Heyyy.I hate that nickname.” He says stomping his feet like a child.

“Omg Im the manager for a team full of whiny ass man babys.” You say caressing your temple in frustration.

“Coach says hurry up.They’re treating us to barbecueeee.” He says before leaving.

“Oh hell yeah. You can stay and finish off, Imma head out.” You say trying to get away.

“Finish off?” He says raising a brow.

“Yea- omg you know what I mean.”

He grabs your wrist pulling you back into the storage cupboard.

“It’s just a few boxes, just help meeee.”

“Kuroo..” You sulk.

“Please? We are both starving.”

���Ugh I hate you.” You say crouching to organise the boxes.

“You’re the best.” He jumps up smiling.

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Now that training camp was over,school with Kuroo has been so weird.Every chance he gets he has a different girl wrapped around his finger everytime he sees you.

He lovedd making you feel so many emotions at once and it fucking annoyed you.

You looked down at your phone rolling your eyes.When you get a text from your favourite girl Yachi:

You smiled down.Super excited,obviously Kuroo interested in the way your mood changed so quick decides to ask you.

“Whats got you in the mood?”

“If you must know,Yachi invited me to her parents beach house for an early birthday party.”

“Oh yea.Hinata texted kenma about it and said the whole team is invited.”

“Ugh of course you find a way to be wherever I am.”

“Oh please.You’re delusional.”

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July goes by quickly and now its the 9th of August, you groan in annoyance as you begin throwing different bikinis and two piece outfits around you’re room.

UGH WHY AM I STRESSING..

You end up packing almost everything.You hear a beep outside and see Yaachi and Yams waiting.

“Hey guysss.” You say putting your things in the trunk.

“Y/n!!!”

“Yaachiii!!”

Yamaguchi drives as you and Yaachi begin to talk about random things.

“Oh Y/n a couple of the other guys are staying the night too so thats why I asked you to come one day earlier, you get to choose your room first.”

“Oh whos staying?”

“Yams,Tsukki,Kuroo,Hinata,Bokuto,Akaashi,Kiyoko and yamamoto.”

You frown.

Yaachi looks at you through the mirror.

“Girl just stay away from him if he annoys you that much.”

“How did you know?”

“Ive spent the whole week around you two to know you guys act like a married couple.”

“Hey..”

“We’re here.” yamaguchi laughs.

You look up to see a row of fucking 3 floor/story houses along the beach.(pictures at the end.)

“Holy.fucking.Shit?!”

“Alright Y/n go pick your room.”

“Yes maam.” You end up choosing the top floor cuz there were only two rooms up there.Vibeee

“Hey Yaach?” You say skipping down the stairs.

“Yes Y/n.” She says putting drinks in the fridge also already changed into her bikini.

“Never mind.Youve alrdy answered my question..Damnnn girl body goals?!”You say looking at her purple bikini with a tie up skirt.

“Shut upp girl and go change some of the others are coming so they can prepare their rooms too.” She laughs.

You giggle running back up.You choose your f/c bikini also with a matching hibiscus covered skirt.

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“Y/n can you get the door!!” Yacchi shouts from the kitchen.

“Yea course.” You smile opening it,quickly frowning at the sight before you.

Kuroo is stood infront of you shirtless with his red swimtrunks, it makes you wanna do things-

“Y/N!!” Bokuto says running past him and jumping up and down with you.

“Hey guyss, come in.”

“Hey everyonee.” Yaachi says hanging up decorations with Yamaguchi and Tsukkishima who had arrived a couple hours before.“Feel free to go put your stuff in your rooms.”

As they all go into different directions you decide to help with the decorations.

“So Manager Im guessing your room is top floor?” Kuroo speaks from beside you.

“Please tell me you didn’t choose top floor.”

“Mb I did.”

“Whatever. Come hold the ladder for me.” You say climbing up to reach the top of the doorframe.

Kuroo watches you carefully,but soon regrets it cuz shit.You were so fucking pretty rn.He could also see clearly above your wrap around skirt.Obviously he looked away. (respectful king)

“Ehem. Uh you done?”

“Yea.” You say climbing down ant-agonisingly slow. “Than-”

“Cool.” He says before clearing his throat and mumbling something about going to the bathroom. (Ifywim)

Soon after you were sat on the couch w Yamamoto and Kiyoko, discussing game ideas.

“No we aren’t playing 7 minutes in heaven” Kiyoko laughs.

“Theres hardly enough girls.Its just three of us”

“Uhh plus the two girls from Fukurodani and the other female managers.” Yamamoto says leaning back.

Fuck this.Fuck no.

“Oh.”

“Y/n Tell him how you feel.” Yamamoto and Kiyoko say at the same time.

You look at them with your mouth open in shock.

“Wtf are you guys talking about? I dont like him like that”

“Right so if Kaori made a move on him tommorow and he said yes you’d be totally okay with it.”

“How did you even get to this topic of conversation? Its always Kuroo this Kuroo that.”

“Because its so irritatingly obvious that you both like each other.And as soon as Fukurodani girls were mentioned you frowned.”

“Whateverrrr.”

“Im gonna go swim wanna join?”

“Hell yeahhh.” They say in unison.

“Last one there eats ass.” Yamamoto says suddenly becoming a parkour pro.

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There were alot more people than you thought,even Yaachis friends from a few doors down decided to join.But everyone found spaces to sit on the beach ready for sunset.

You were currently sat with Kenma (who surprisingly decided to come) and Hinata.Everyone was obviously in there bikinis and trunks and damn was every single person built beautifully.

“Manager”

You look up from where you’re propped up on your elbows.

“Captain.”

“Mind if I take a seat.”

“Here?”

“Why not.” He shrugs.

You tilt your head telling him to sit where Hinata had just been. “Is there a reason? Or are you here to annoy me?”

“I just did.Wanted the best seat for the sunset.” He tilts his head towards you smirking. “You’re in the way though.”

“Oh my god,get out of here then.”

The sun glows a bright orange as its setting.You stiffen.You feel it.You feel his eyes on you.You don’t wanna turn but you do.

“What? Dude Stop staring.”

“I’m admiring.”

You face heats.He looks away but has his smirk on still. “What you don’t like compliments?”

“Not from you.” You say poking his shoulder.

“Yet your blushing..”

The sun has set now and everyones going in to change into their party clothes.

“Come on.” Kuroo says putting his hand out to help you up.

“Why thank you kind sir.” You say brushing sand off your (super thicc😘)ass.

You’re both at the door before you turn back.

“I forgot my towel and sunglasses you go ahead.”

“Okay be careful hoe!”

“Shut up whore!”

(Harrassment‼️‼️)You bend down to pick up your glasses when you see a man walking up to you.He begins to make conversation with you,and he seemed pretty sweet.

“What are you doing here by yourself then? Everyone’s inside.” He says grabbing your waist harshly.

“O-oh yea I- just forgot my glasses.I was gonna head back now actually.” You say trying to yank his hand away.

“You wanna join me in my house instead? Its just next door.” He licks his crusty ass old man lips as his hand makes its way higher on your body.

“Please dont fucking touch me.” You say trying to sound stern but the crack in your voice ruins it.

He pushes you onto the sand and your eyes begin to tear. He jumps up when he hears Yaachis voice from the house.

“Y/N?! Where are you girll.”

“Better not tell anyone about this fucking slut.” He says grabbing your face before crawling away trying to hide from being seen.

You wipe your tears and quickly make your way to the house.

“Uh hey yea sorry I forgot my glasses and towel.I’m gonna go change okay.”

“Yea of course.”

————————————————

Kuroo watched you as you took another shot.He didn’t like that you had such a short dress on.He didn’t like the way it rode up when you were dancing.But didn’t like the way you flinched every time someone touched you.

“Whats up with Yn?” Kaori says shouting over the music.

“I dont know.But it’s not like her.”

You wanted enjoy the party but you couldnt focus on anything but what had happened.You wanted to cry.

“Yaachi Im sorry babe.But Im suddenly feeling so sick,I think Im gonna go to bed.”

“oh my love,I’m so sorry. Can I do something?”

“No no no please enjoy your party,I can always drink tomorrow.” You laugh, before telling her goodnight.

You twisted and turned.Cried and Cried some more.

UGH FUCKKKK.

“Stupid stupid fucking men!” You say through angry tears.

“Y/n?!” Kiyoko says with a tray of food.

“Oh! Hey! Uh…” You wipe your tears.

“Honey whats wrong.”

You take one look at her and you break again.You tell her everything and she tears up.

“Y/n…” She hugs you tight and you’ve never been more thankful. “You have to tell someone.”

“I cant.I wont.Not yet.”

“Yn”

“Kiyoko please.I promise I’ll tell someone.Just in my own time.”

“Baby.If you don’t you know I will have to.”

“I know.”

She leaves your room to let you sleep after many hugs and forehead kisses.

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Its 1am now.Everything is so silent.You managed to sleep however just woke up from a nightmare about that man.

You don’t know what gets you up out of bed and infront of Kuroos door but you knock.

No one answers.A couple more times theres still no answer and you feel bad but you couldn’t be alone rn. You open the door and hes still awake sat up against the head board with his headphones in.

“Y/n?” He says taking his headphones out.

“Hey.uh can… I sleep …here.”

He looks at you confused but pats the empty space next to him.

You sit with you arms wrapped around your body.Your chin on your knees.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yea my headaches gone.”You want to cry.you want to forget.

You dont realise your eyes tearing and kuroo notices.

“Is something bothering you?”

“I-”

“Hey.come here.” He says opening his arms.

You immediately cuddle into him and let it out.

He strokes your hair in a calming silence before you begin to speak.

“E-earlier at the party when everyone went inside.I went back because I had forgotten my towel and glasses right…”

He nods running his hand through your hair.

“Then this Old guy from next door,suddenly started a conversation,I thought he was just being nice but then he started ..T-touching me.” You cry.You feel kuroos arm tense around you, and he kisses you’re forehead.

“You’re safe now YN.Im here.I promise you.I wont let anyone touch you like that again.”He says through gritted teeth.

(‼️‼️)Your eyes meet his and you kiss him softly. He kisses you back and suddenly it gets heated.

“Kuroo.”

“Mmm”

“I want to forget.” you say slowly getting on his lap straddling him.

“Shit.” He whispers against your lips.

“Please… help me forget.” You kiss his neck.

He leans his head to the side as his hands softly caress your thighs“Shi- I’ll make you feel so fucking good.God Yn I promise.”

“Do it then.”

And his lips are on yours again.Hungrily slipping his tongue into your mouth.You moan at the feeling,causing him to pull back.

“What?” You whisper.

“God You’re beautiful do you know that? Everyday you’re all I can fucking think about.” He kisses you again abit softer but that quickly switches back to making out with full passion.

“Can this come off?” He says tugging at the bottom of your t shirt.

You nod in return covering yourself once it’s off.

“Hey.Hands away or I’ll tie them.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Dont fucking test me.” He says sucking at your neck. “I’ve been hard for you all day. You looked so sexy in that bikini this morning.”

“Mmm.I didn’t know you were hiding such pretty abs either,captain.” You say gliding your hands down his chest under his shirt. “Mind if this is off too?”

He nods and throws it across the room before attaching his lips to yours again.Its messy but it’s slow. You slowly grind your hips against the buldge that you evidently feel under you.

“Fuck-no stop I’m meant to be making you feel good.So let me do just that mkay.Relaxx for me Yn, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.” You say biting your lip as you watch him slowly take off the rest of his clothes and also your pajama bottoms.

“Never seen you so flustered.” He smirks.

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes.He leaves soft kisses on your stomach down to your panties that he hadn’t taken off yet. He looks up at you from between your legs.

“This okay?” (Fuckkk consent is sexyy)

You nod shyly.Before looking away.But he grabs your chin softly. “I’m gonna need words baby.”

“Y-Yes.”

He smiles before slipping of your panties. “Shit Yn are you this soaked for me?”

You whine in response closing your legs.

“Nu uh spread those legs for me…thats it.” His fingers startle you when they move against your folds.Its slow and deliberate and it makes you throw your head back and whine.

“Kuroo.. i need your-”

“You need my what princess?” He says slowly entering his middle finger.

“Shitt.Your fingers!” You moan dramatically. “Please.”

“So polite.” He says adding another finger. “This good?” Moving them at a slow pace.

You grab his wrist when he begins to move too fast.It feels like heaven.His fingers are so big.Soon enough, the knot in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Shit baby are you gonna cum?” He says thrusting his fingers into you harder.

“Mhm!” You moan out before covering your mouth. You think you see stars.

“Ahh Tetsu~” You say finally reaching your high.You’re exhaling in short breaths.That was the best orgasm you’ve had in years

Kuroo kisses your forehead. “Feeling better?”

“I do but do you want me to make you feel better?” You smirk palming his angry rock hard fucking dick after catching your breath.

He hisses and grabs your wrist. “Dont be a fucking brat”

“You love it when I’m a brat no?” Your knees are digging into the cushions on either side of him.The only thing keeping you balanced is your arms wrapped around his neck now.

He leaves kisses on your jaw trailing down to yours neck.He’s kissing like its a drug.Its intoxicating him.

You gasp when his big hands make you fully sit against him.The friction is enough to make you whine and makes the heat pool to your core once again.

You get off him leaving him confused but when he sees you searching the drawers he knows.You finally found a condom and make your way back to him.

Slowly you crawl onto the bed staring at him,you rip the condom with your teeth and fuck hes even harder if thats even fucking possible. Before you put it on you pump his cock and run your thumb over the slit on his tip.

“Shit.” He lets out a breathy moan.He lets out a louder moan when your mouth is on him, replacing your hands.

You’re swirling your tongue and fuck do you feel so good.He feels like hes about to cum right then and there.Shit.

“Fuck baby,thats it.” He grabs your hair pushing you down slightly making you gag.You look up at him and he thinks hes gonna lose his mind completely.

You suddenly think about Kaori, and her ponytail you wanted to so badly pull.You remember the way she was touching Kuroo at the party yesterday and the way she was tugging at his hair when dancing with him.Fucking Freak.

You frown and pull your mouth out with a pop,when hes about to cum.

“W-what?I was so fucking close?”

You push him so hes fully against the headboard,you put the condom on without warning and then you’re straddling him again.

You both groan at the feeling when hes in.

“Yn-”

You grind on him,at a pace that has him needing more. “She doesnt get fucked good like this does she?”

He looks up at you and smirks. “No baby.” He knew how to push your buttons and he did just that. “She dances pretty sexy though,You shouldve seen the way she-.” He says looking away trying not to laugh.

You grind harder making him tighten his grip on your hips. You pull his hair slightly. “Dont think she’d make you feel as good as I do.”

“O-oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your now moving up and down on him.

“Shes a great manager you know.” He smirks again.

You stop.Its your turn to smirk.If he wanted to talk about her then fine.

“You know who’s a great captain?”

His smirk drops.He knows whos name is gonna come out of your mouth and he fucking hates it.He shouldve never said anything..“Dont fucking say it.”

“Daic-” You barely even got to finish your sentence before you’re flipped onto your back.

He’s thrusting hard into you.You throw your head back and whine.

“Kuroo- too fast.”

“Its Tetsu to you.” He grits out. “Daichi wouldnt be able to fuck you good like this. And you know it. Say it.Say that Im the only one who can make you feel this good.”

You moan at his aggressiveness. “Y-You’re the only onee.”

“The only one that what??”

“Can make me feel this good.” He suddenly moves faster and your eyes roll back. “Tetsuu..Im gonna..”

“Hold it pretty.”

You squirm as he moves,and your biting you lips trying to keep yourself from your release.You’re both a moaning mess,and you can’t take it.

He watches as you struggle and he leans forward to kiss you softly.

“Fuck you’re such a goodgirl.”

“Pl-please can i cum .”

“Go ahead baby.”

And your mind fogs,you don’t even think you moan loud but it is loud asf.Loud enough for the first floor to hear.You’re panting,lips swollen ,skin flushed. You finally open your eyes after a few seconds and you feel kuroo kissing your forehead.

“Was I too harsh?”

You shake your head with a smile.

“Fuck I’m so inlove with you.”

“You’re what?”

“I- .. we should talk about it when we wake up.We’re both exhausted right now yeah?” He says cleaning you up and kissing your head once again.

“Im gonna go back to my room.So no one is suspicious.Oh and thank you.I feel so much better.”

“I think they heard you moaning my name a couple times .And Your’e welcome.”

You kiss his lips softly before slapping him in the chest. “Not my fault you were going too hard.”

He laughs and moves the hair out your face. “Go to sleepppp princess.”

“Okay okay. Nightt.”

You smile like a freak once you close the door.

What.The.Fuck?

Tbc?

[wildwren]

WIP Wednesday

thank you @brynnmclean for tagginggg meeee given that i actually have something to share today and i'm not feeling normal about it: an excerpt from the prologue of my andor-informed padme!lives anidala au..... eep

A short time passes, though to Padmé it feels very long. Then her children are there, delivered by a nursery droid with a simple, smiling face. Padmé pulls the closest child to her chest — the crying one — just a tiny parcel, wrapped in cloud blue. “That’s the girl,” hums the droid, pleasant and sing-song. “Oh —” The child stops crying. Padmé’s daughter. Her eyes are hazel, touched with brown, still catching and dripping tiny tears. “Oh, look at you.” Her daughter blinks up at her, as if truly seeing her for the first time. Her head moves inwards, instinctively, and Padmé cradles it against her breast, letting the baby’s cheek touch the soft skin above the neckline of her simple resting gown. Leia — for the name has dropped into Padmé’s mind like a stone in a clear pool — Leia makes a noise. A wet, happy sigh. Padmé strokes the tiny hairs on Leia’s head and everything inside of Padmé’s mind slides and shifts. Blue light. Blue light like a thread through the galaxy, and then a hundred other threads spooling out in parallel, then branching, diverging, now a thousand, now a thousand thousand, and all of them leading back to her — to Leia, to Padmé. To the point where Leia’s cheek touches her skin. The place where they meet. In the span of a breath, Padmé learns a thousand things she never thought it possible to know. “Well then,” she says, staring down again into Leia’s eyes. “Hello.”

i hate tagging people, im terrible at tagging people, i haven't been writing fic for months i dont even know who else is writing fic right now but if you want to say i tagged you please be my guest

[ashtxeman]

WHY I LIKE GLASS JOE A LOT

I promised a lot of information about why I like Glass Joe so I wrote this in an hour with no plan, no proof reading, completely improvised. If I planned this it would probably be WAY longer lol but I'll spare you all the pain of that. SO. ENJOY MY REASONING.

Glass Joe. Glass Joseph. Fragile Joey. It’s a name that’s been uttered for centuries in many different forms, given many different explanations. Critics, theorists, philosophers alike have carved away at their lives trying to solve the answer to the universe's greatest question. And that is:

Glass Joe, good why?

I can answer that, absolutely.

HEY I LOVE GLASS JOE A LOT IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW THAT ALREADY JUST GOTTA ESTABLISH THAT HAHAHA OKAY LETS GO. SHOUTOUT TO THE FUCKING RTGAME PUNCHOUT VIDEO YOU DID THIS TO ME.

POINT 1: HE IS HANDSOME.

I swear to God this man was hand-crafted by the hands of an incomprehensible deity because HOW is he this flawless. He’s 5’10, great height honestly I’m 5’3 I don’t want to be dating a skyscraper you know. He’s a skinny bastard but that’s okay, more on that later. His hair, oh my goodness gracious, lord above, help me Jesus. HIS HAIR. IS SO GOOD. If you put that skateboard ramp ass hairstyle on literally any other character they would look like a dumbass, but here, on this man alone, it’s the most delicately poised series of ginger strands I ever did see.

His hair looks SO soft. It’s unbelievable. It’s such a lovely shade of auburn with hints of burgundy. It must smell like cinnamon. He must take great care of it. A real Head and Shoulders, coconut oil, double wash kinda guy. A real bougie kinda guy. Yeah he’s not great physically in SPORT terms but in PUBLIC terms he’s absolutely stunning and stronger than anybody else. I wanna run my fingers through his silky locks so bad it’s insane and to understand this desire I’ll have to be strapped down and operated on. DONATE MY BRAIN TO SCIENCE GO AHEAD. THEY NEED IT. 

Not to mention it is SO fun to draw. SO SO SO FUN. Maybe I’m just lucky it’s such a wacky and dynamic hairstyle it transfers quite well into my artstyle, but it’s so fun. It’s easy, it’s fast, it creates an absolutely iconic silhouette, I love colouring it because it’s so damn pretty and ginger/red is such a broad colour scheme that can be put into a gradient so well (i love doing gradients with hair cause i hate when its just a block of colour). Nobody could understand the sheer joy i get putting that dumbass ahoge between the bridge of his fringe and the rest of his hair. That little ‘ right at the top ITS SO FUN. i love him his hair is great.

His face. Carved like the works of the finest artest. He’s a canvas of quality that can rival Van Gogh, for god sake. He’s got the jawline of a man on a lifelong mewing streak, STOP IT HE’S SO GORGEOUS I CANT EVENNNN. He is seriously so good looking. His eyes, the little pink-tinted eyebags that show he doesn’t need sleep because he’s so hardcore on caffeine, his gorgeous big ol nose i wanna kiss so bad, his super dynamic chin i wanna kiss so bad, his face i wanna kiss so bad. I wanna kiss him so bad. He is genuinely such a beautiful man its stunning, im literally a lesbian but if they somehow brought glass joe into the real world looking exactly how he does in those GOD DAMN CUTSCENES OOOOO i’d be bisexual so fast it’s crazy. He’s just that great. He’s got that power. I love his nervous little grin and the little creases on his face, cause he’s OLD AND SENILE. He’s 38 for god sake he shouldn’t look this good and sure, you can see his age slipping in a little with the eyebags and the wrinkles but that only ADDS to how stupidly divine he is in appearance. Stop that handsome man officer!! He’s breaking the laws of BEAUTY. GIVE IT TO MEEEEE. MEEEE.

His fashion sense although odd (ive never actually seen anyone wearing red trousers) just works. It wouldnt work on anyone else but it works on HIM. this is a theme. THINGS DONT WORK ON OTHER PEOPLE BUT THEY WORK ON JOE HE’S SO COOL LIKE THAT. his turtleneck kills me its so good it highlights what little figure he has and it contrasts his red hair so well cause its a really deep blue. SIGH. i wish. I have a turtleneck thats exactly the same but let me tell you i dont even breath the same air of fashion that he breathes. He’s so far ahead of the game he’s on an entirely different runway. He is not gonna sashay away anytime soon. On a constant shante. Unstoppable.

POINT 2: HE EMBODIES HIS CULTURE WELL.

Cats out of the bag, joe is a french stereotype. But. and dont quote me here. I find it very admirable HOW he is a french stereotype. Because he kind of.. Isn’t? He uses the characteristics of that stereotype sure, but he doesn’t engage with them the same way an actual french stereotype would. He likes coffee, he likes bread, he loves France like its his child, sure. But he doesnt have a twirly moustache, he doesnt wear a beret, he doesnt galavant around in black and white mime clothing. Even if that would be funny yknow it just wouldnt be as good. 

His admiration of coffee and bread is so relatable cause hell, I LIKE BREAD AND CAFES AND STUFF! He needs that coffee to keep him going you dont understand. If he misses a dose of caffeine he’ll deflate like the pyramids did in despicable me 1. He’ll be a puddle on the floor, he’ll quite literally cease to exist. Coffee is his golden idol, his hand of midas, his treasure. He has great willpower (more on that later) but coffee is that secret weapon he uses to push him just a little bit further. Plus he just thinks it tastes good and is happy to express that, you cant blame the guy for that. A good drink is a good drink. Even though i dont like coffee he’s so happy with it i respect it. He makes things i dont like respectable. Thats whats so real to me. What a goat. As for bread, bread is just great. Baguettes are yum. All the french bread i know about is usually close to white bread and autism behold thats like the only bread i can bear to eat so its alright with me man. You can go to joes house and he will have one of those fancy bread cupboards. He’ll pull out baguettes like he’s at a renaissance fair and they have a sword shortage. He’s on the case. You will NOT leave his house on an empty stomach. Like a very caring grandma, he will get you fed with the most immaculate 5 star meal you ever did eat. French food is great and theres no doubt about that, thats why he loves FOOD. I TRUST HIM. HE KNOWS WHATS GOOD. if mr glass joe turned around to me and said ‘broken glass is good food’ you bet your ass id be smashing windows and munch munch crunching all day long. 

Maybe his admiration of his country is a little over the top to some. You know the french landmarks in the back of his cutscenes, the ‘vive le france’ and singing the national anthem. But no. i dont think its excessive, i think its passionate. This is undeniably a man that is SO passionate about his culture and the lifestyle he’s grown up around, he’s not afraid to express it to other people until they cant stand it anymore. He’ll take as many hits as he needs to in the name of france. He is an embodiment of everything endearing about being foreign, honestly. An extreme love for the things his country has: food, landmarks, fashion, language, culture. EVERYTHING IS ON HIS LIST. NOTHING IS LEFT OUT. HE LOVES FRANCE AND I LOVE HIM. YES SIR!! VIVE LE FRANCE!! YES!!! 

Also he single-handedly convinced me to start learning french. I seriously didnt care about it before but after i started to like him more and really get into punchout i downloaded duolingo and i still have a streak going AND im actually convinced to try hard in my french lessons and exams because yknow.. I want this fictional french guy to be proud of me. :] 

POINT 3: HE IS DETERMINED.

OHHHHHH BOY. okay right im gonna get inspirational here. Play some dramatic orchestral music or something. 

The thing about Glass Joe is that he never. Gives up. Never. There is nothing in the world you could do to this man that could possibly stop him from boxing. They call Kaiser a fighting machine but boy have they not seen Joe. once that man stepped into the ring for the first time, he’d found a second home, and i think thats evident. 100 times this man has fallen down, brushed it off and gotten right back up. He’s had hardships, ups, downs, tumbles, falls. But everytime, no matter what, he’s back on his feet and ready to try again. And there is something so admirable and inspirational about that kind of approach being written into a CHARACTER THAT IS MEANT TO BE A FRENCH STEREOTYPE. ‘GHHHH FRENCH PEOPLE ALWAYS SURRENDER ACSHUALLY’ SHUT UP!! NOT THIS ONE!! I like to think Joe’s motto is ‘never surrender’. Yes he’s a little self aware how ironic it is thats hes french and doing all this but shhh. He knows whats hes doing and he’s happy to do it. Because like ive said again and again, theres nothing that can stop him. 100 kos, 200 kos, 300, 400… you keep cranking that number up and he’ll keep cranking the punches. Keep those lights up, keep those gloves on, you knock Joe down and eventually, no matter how long it takes, he’s back for more.

Now dont misinterpret that, he’s not a masochist like aran ryan, no sir-ee. He doesnt enjoy losing, nobody does. But the thing is he pushes past that disappointment and those hardships because he knows that eventually, if he keeps on going, things are going to change. He knows that if he lays down the gloves and walks away, there’s no possibility of succeeding. You could drop Joe off on the other side of the world and just like that immortal snail, he’s gonna find a way back. Even if it takes forever. Cause he is weak but determined, he isn’t threatening but relentless, he is stoppable but unstoppable. Glass joe has the strongest will out of any character i know. Cause if any of my other favourites went through 100 whopping losses like he did, they’d retire on a tropical island and never interact with the world again. But not joe. Never joe. My king.

POINT 4: HE IS ENDEARING.

THIS GUY IS SO DAMN CHARMING IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE INTO CONFETTI AND GLITTER AGHHHHH.

Come on. How can you look at his smile, his lovely little, subtle smile with those shy old eyes, and not immediately fall in love with him. He’s got some many little subtle things. Like the way his pupils dart around or his little sway back and forth when he’s knocked out or the way he bounds back and forth on his legs like an old-timey guy about to have a squabble. The way his mouth goes :0 so very subtly when he’s breathing. The way he always looks either shocked beyond repair, completely zooted or very confused. It’s all so perfect. IT’S ALL THESE THINGS THEY MAKE HIM BRILLIANT.

Im seriously looking for scraps here but i love finding meaning in otherwise meaningless things. I love analysing every detail until there is literally nothing else i could possibly say about it. He is perfect for this.

His fucking VOICE. OHHH MY GOD. it was so damn funny the very first time i heard his voice, because honestly it feels deliberate how they put his humble cutscenes before his first bit of dialogue so you expect this soft-spoken kinda light-voiced french guy only to be greeted with CHRISTIAN BERNARD’S DEEP ASS VOICE. OHHH KILL ME HE SOUNDS SO HANDSOME I WANNA SINK INTO THE FLOOR AND CRY WITH JOY. i wouldnt even mind if he was a soft-spoken light-voiced french guy but they really had to amp it up a little and give this lowly frenchman the most eloquent unnecessarily deep and silky voice ever. HE DIDNT NEED THAT. BUT THANK YOU FOR GIVING HIM THAT NINTENDO CAUSE ITS ONE OF HIS GREATEST QUALITIES. Plus french is just a really fun language to listen to. I could honestly sit listening to joe’s voicelines on repeat for hours on end and be fine with it. They’re so good. He’s so beautiful sounding. Its absolutely hilarious considering his voice in comparison to appearance. COME ON!!! AAHAHHGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHAGHGHS I LOVE CHRISTIAN BERNARDS VOICE I WISH I COULD HEAR HIM SPEAK IN ENGLISH. I NEED MORE OF HIS VOICE. AGGGGGHHHHH. 

POINT 5: WHATEVER ELSE

I erm i erm i just wanna say i love joe so much. The way he’s constructed, appearance, personality, physicality, dialogue, culture inspiration, story. EVERYTHING about him is just so cool and fun to think about and in my head it all weaves perfectly together to create the best character in all of fiction. It has now been over 2 unapologetic years of me yapping on about this guy. Whether it be his canon self and the things he does or the fanon version of him thats ive sourced from other peoples awesome HC’s or forged from my own lore. Any excuse i get, i talk about joe. Because it is so utterly fun. Yeah, he’s not the only boxer i love!!! Not at all!! I have several other favourites persay, but on the punch-out tier list joe is so good he has his own category thats about 4 ranks higher than what S rank is. And that is deserved. 

He loves his culture, he never gives up, he’s arguably a weakling and an absolute screwup but he never lets that get in his way because of her persistent he is, he’s gorgeous, he’s cool, he’d be a great friend, dad, boyfriend, husband, EVERYTHING. He’s got a weird hairstyle and weird fashion sense but somehow he looks great with it. He beat NICK BRUISER CANONICALLY?!?! He’s french, he’s ginger, which in a joking sense makes him the worst but against all odds he is the best. The french are lucky to be represented by him because he’s so utterly and unapologetically awesome and cool and fun and nice and inspiring and all that jazz. There is not a single thing that could stray me away from the path of Joe. my lore for him is SO deep. My admiration for him is INFINITE. Ive read through his wiki a pagillion times. Ive beaten him over 80 times in-game simple because i like seeing him so much and.

Well. i have entire shrine dedicated to him. let me know if you wanna see that....

[pupyuj]

some isa thoughts?

my baby finally!!!!! isa is so precious to meeee ya'll dont even KNOW 🥺🥺

hmmmm yk so far a lot of things i've seen that are written about isa (and what i mean by "a lot of things" is like.. two bcs nobody writes abt the stayc girls dkhdfkks </3) depicts her as like a hard dom but me personally im a sub-leaning switch isa enthusiast 🤭🤭 and im talking like 90% sub and 10% dom, girlie is not rlly into that dom/top lifestyle 😭 she likes sitting and looking pretty for you that's all!!!!

as for the things she likes, she's pretty vanilla?? isa's a love maker for sureee :(( she just wants to hold you close while she's taking everything you're giving her :( and she loveslovesloves hearing you say "i love you" while doing it, or just praises n cute nicknames in general 🥺🥺 i think calling her a "bitch" or a "slut" would turn her off or upset her sjdhfjdkf cuz sex is such an intimate act for her, isa doesn't like hearing all those bad things from her angel girlfriend's mouth !!

but she's not at all 'boring' i promise!! isa definitely leans more toward the soft kinks side 👀👀

she definitely likes throatfucking or maybe i'm projecting :(( like kneeling down in front of you while you're gagging her with your fingers :(( her getting wet at the way you held her jaw open with ur one hand while the other is shoved down her throat,,, AND WHEN I SAY SHE LIKES SEEING YOU FUCK YOURSELF WITH YOUR FINGERS THAT ARE COVERED WITH HER SPIT... but maybe you're punishing her (for no reason other than bcs you find it fun ofc, isa could never do anything wrong!!) and you're telling her that she can't touch you until she figures out what she did wrong and say sorry :(( but poor baby has no fucking clue you're joking so she's crying, pouting and begging for you to fuck her instead of yourself, bcs she knows it's instant forgiveness the moment your fingers are knuckle deep inside her </3

i also feel like she really is just very traditional? like no toys whatsoever, just your fingers and your mouth is enough <33

she a cat fr tho cuz why is she always on ur lap??! there could be more than enough space on the couch but nope, isa truly believes that her only seat is ur lap <33 and ofc that leads to you opening up her legs and fucking her while you're watching a movie and she's whimpering and shaking trying to hold back her moans bcs you wanna know what's going on in the film </3

ngl i kinda ran out ideas halfway through so this is a bit bland compared to my other stuff 😣 im sorry isa my baby i'll do better next time 👀

[kgirlgroup-stan]

Ice Rink

fluff, female reader

Y/N pov

Today was a beautiful winter day and because of this I decided to go out with my friends to an ice rink.

I thought it was a good idea since it was winter and thought it would be fun to do something new. The girls agreed that it was as well but they used this good idea to.....make fun of me.

When dont these girls make fun of me. I could be doing nothing and they find some way to make fun of me. I thought we could use this opportunity to bond a bit since i know all of the girls know how to skate and well i dont.

Once we arrived we got everything set up and began to enter the ice rink, just like that the teasing began.

"help me you assholes." I was automatically slipping once i stepped foot into the rink. I reached out to Yuqi and Minnie since they were closest to me.

"Yah. Language there are kids around." Siyeon smacked my shoulder.

"Well maybe if you guys helped me i wouldnt be scr- AHH! oh shit HOLD me Yuqi." I lost my balance when Minnie tried moving away from me.

"hahaha sorry." she was laughing at me. "come on." They all began to skate around the rink. Luckily there wasnt much people there because i was holding onto the edge of the rink, looking like a grandma. 

I was so concentrated until i heard Shuhua and Soojin start to laugh at me. I turned to glare at them, noticing that they were holding hand, making me roll my eyes. "Stop being gross and help a girl out. Miyeon unnie!!! help meeee."

She came to me with a soft giggle, she grabbed my arms and helped me balance. "Here go like this, try to relax a bit." slowly but surely she was showing me how to skate.

Just when I started giving the hang of it, i was feeling a bit confident and then.....this bitch decided to let me tf go.

"unnieeeee! what are doing?! come backkkk" automatically i started to panic, making me start to wobble.

"You got this Y/n!!" I heard Yuqi yell at me. I turned back to see where they were and I accidentally fell on top of someone. "OH SHIT!!" I heard the girls laugh.

"Ah fuck.....s- sorry" I began to lift myself up, looking down to see a beautiful girl. I didnt realize that i was lost in admiring her until Minnie came up to us, pulling me off of the women. "Y/n get your gay ass of her, geez"

"R-right sorry again." I reached my hand to help her up. she took my hand with a soft smile on her face.

"It's okay y/n" she let go of my hand, giggling at my confused face.

"h-how do you know my name?

"Oh well she had said it." she pointed to minnie.

"Oh r-right, duh, sorry I didn't get your name" I nervously scratched my neck. "Sua nice to meet you." she smiled at me. There was a soft moment of silence as we looked into each others eyes.

"Sorry about this dumbass here, she don't know how to skate." Yuqi came laughing her ass off.

I glared at her with a pout. "YAH, im learning okay."

"SuA come we're leaving already." Someone called for her, making her turn to face them. Then turned over to me again.

"O-oh I guess i got to go, nice to have met you y/n." a small blush filled her cheeks as she gave me yet another smile. I was to mesmerized to realize  she started to turn away.

Snapping back to reality, she was a good amount of distance away from me, when i shouted for her. "W-wait! woah" I tried going after her, forgetting i was skating i almost fell luckily Miyeon was right behind me and help me balance again.

Sua jumped a bit before turning back around, looking at me with a mix of confusion and concern.

"s-sorry, u-um i dont know if this is a bit blunt but i t-think, actually no! i, uh i find you really pretty. d-do you think i could get your number." I was playing with my sweater sleeve, I could feel the heat of my face make my face red.

"Hmm well since i think, actually i know your pretty cute, i would be glad to give you number." she looked at me with wide smile with a playful glint in her eyes.

Immediately I pulled out my phone and handed it to her. After a few taps, she gave it back to me. I looked down at the screen:   |SuA<3|.   thats what she named herself.  I looked back up to see her winking at me before turning and skating away.

Stuck in a little daze, Miyeon grabbed my shoulders and dragged me back to the girls 

"geez y/n, didnt know you had it in you?" Siyeon nugged me. " I mean you dropped her then asked for her number."

"i know your like the biggest idiot i know." Shuhua smirked at me. I knew they werent going to stop teasing me but I was too giddy to think about anything else than the fact that i got her number.

"Yeah well guess what idiots dont get pretty girl's numbers, let alone at a ice rink." I smirked, showing off my phone.

They just giggled at my words before continuing to skate around the ice rink, well i tried to skate.

[nortonwifey]

gosh okay i kinda wanna bring up the thing i was watching that made me cry a bit

so, after i became a fan of his, and crushing on him dsfkkdks i of course wanted to really learn his media right (context: i'm a "fake" so.nic fan, will elaborate on another post) but i know that watching his original entry (that is soni.c adventures 2) wasnt gonna cut it for me, because the early 2000s graphics/gameplay, AND kinda inconsistent, bad writing -- wasnt gonna persuade me so easily and i remember constantly PRAYING that there will be some sort of nice soft reboot to this especially. and boy howdy were my prayers ANSWERED when they recently made soni.c x shadows generations (which is just soni.c adventures 2 REMASTERED) and it was just released RECENTLY. 2024!!! i knew this was big shit because everyone was really excited about it!! (i was happy too but i wasnt in the son.ic mood for it. until today!)

with little understanding, i decided to look at the clips from the remastered version and god. i started to cry a bit with shadow and mari.as really heartwarming friendship. it was never really fleshed out well in the old game so this is just. absolutely wonderful. im not immune to my faves being absolutely heartwarming despite their mean disposition. it just means theyre actually very kind you know

the way he slowly lets go of her grip, (its so much better in movement but i can only ss it) its very kind and gentle. especially for the kind of condition that maria has. and then him actually smiling was just cherry on the top. he is such a good big brother to her, the devs knew what to do here and im all for it

LIKE WAHT THE FUCK YOU CANT JUST MAKE ME REMEMEBR HOW IMPORTANT MARIA WAS TO SHADOW WHAT THEFUUUCKKKK THATS WHY I CRIED YOU DONT FUCK WITH ME AND FAMILIAL BONDING DONT TOUCH MEEEE

[gulliesforever]

okay so like. i dont know everyone elses top jamir moments but i will never SPECIFICALLY be able to get over Road Trip 3 when jake is like "i'll play again... how about four of clubs?"

first of all. the amount of LAYERS of care that is shown there. is insane. to me that represents the whole road trip arc's focus on jake accommodating/understanding amir's twisted and erratic emotional states. he is like. translating his emotions. its not just about the stupid card trick. secondly. IT'S THE SHOW NOT TELL FOR MEEEE. LIKE UGH!!!! love it when characters dont say i love you conventionally. i love it when its like. "i cant/wont say i love you. but this is what im saying here and we both know it". makes me sick.

AND THIRDLY.

WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS WAS. IM SORRY BUT??? WHY DID HE ACT IT LIKE THAT??? like. the look back up at him before he looks back at the cards???? THE SOFT LAUGH???? UNECESSARYILY TENDER FOR THE SCENE. how am i supposed to be normal !!

[stovetoast]

i know this is my art blog but i can do whatever i want. agents posting GO (WARNING THIS IS MESSY)

agent 3: lake. 19 (11 in splatoon 1), they/them

i dont have a lot on lake!!! they actually didnt get recruited at all, they just kinda... stumbled into the battlefield while the octavio fight was happening and insisted on sticking around afterwards because they had Way Too Much Energy. they dont really know a lot about their past before that, even less after oe. they now spend a lot of time researching turf game strategies (theyre not legally allowed to play because their special limiter is broken) and trying to push through the chronic fatigue. oh, and theyre in a qpr with 8.

personality . uhh basically lake likes to pretend theyre still silly but its Not working. they cant really speak above a certain volume either without it hurting. im so bad at describing personalities heeellllp hellllp help meeee helllllp

agent 4: mari(elle). 21 (15 in splatoon 2), any

the child of two splatlandian grizzco higher-ups! like... they work with the bear himself! they worked under the company at the inkopolis location for a while, including while the whole callie disappearing fiasco was happening, at least until the company got big enough where he could quit and her parents wouldnt notice. they didnt. cool! there may or may not be a reason that they didnt (wink) but i havent decided yet.

mari is kinda uhhhm. well. ive described it as theyre working on being silly without being mean. and hes been getting better :] + toni kensa fan oh heeeeelllllll no

agent 8: august/kass. 19 (13 in oe), he/him

oh god yeah i dont have a lot on him either. basically baby kass and baby lake met a few weeks before the Oe Incident and became fast friends. but then the metro happened and uhhhyeah you can imagine what happened to that. they both know they were close but dont really uh. actually i explained this better in another thing let me grab that.

"the key difference between a normal playthrough and this is that, not only did he run into agent 3 a few times in the metro, he… lost an eye when they were sanitized. the same eye, in fact. plus, his memories weren't entirely… restored, like how it i assume its implied to in oe. the contents of the mem cakes were merely evidence that there was a life before this, something to evoke feelings, and something to keep him going. that isn't his life anymore."

anyway. oe happens and now were here. present day kass is SILLY okay? but in the way that like. he dunks bread in pepsi and stares at mari (roommate) with the most blank face imaginable when they look at him weird. i dont know where im going with this hes just weird. he also has a strange fixation on death as a coping mechanism for the fact that his first memories are pretty much of zombies but hes respectful about it dw

new 3: clementine "kit"/patch. 16, it/its

basically it was forced to take on an unhealthy amount of schoolwork (+ a few extra years of school) because its parents live all the way in calamari county and didnt want it doing stupid shit. its primary guardian is its older sister, whos a lot nicer about this stuff yay! but yeah uhh splatoon 3 basically happens because it wanted to escape that. why it actually went in the manhole is up to interpretation .

through the nss bonanza business it made a friend, my friends oc ball :] together they are agent 6 and agent 9 (dubbed by lake because they knew itd get confusing) and theyre Siblings Yaaay. its smallfry friend (agent 3) is dubbed sen, short for baby sensory video, at least while kits learning their language. it doesnt know a lot about sen but is in the process of learning!!

its generally very quiet and soft-spoken to most people because of how it grew up, but in more of the ^_^ way ig??? despite that its also known to not have a sense of self preservation, again because of how it grew up. it goes out in the scorching hot desert for random junk. it ended up with severe facial scarring because it dove into danger so much in alterna. im describing this very badly im so sorry.

[feitanxo]

Introduction posttttt

WHATS UP ITS MEEEE

ok i’ll start by saying that i am one of the most chaotic people in the world jus ask my best friends.

i love reading like really really really really love it. if i dont read i will die.

this introduction will probably be long-

ok.

my favorite fandom is shadowhunters. I LOVE THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS SO MUCH

mangos.

Im so in love with Jace, he’s so perfection.

I also really love music, BUT THE ONLY MUSIC I LISTEN TO IS ABEL’S.

HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE ABEL’S SONGS:

Or nah, king of the fall, reminder, call out my name, less than zero, curve, earned it, double fantasy, after hours, how do i make you love me, shameless, angel, scared to live, six feet under, hurricane, love me harder, wicked games, valerie, coming out strong, smile, snowchild, party monster, i feel it coming, thursday, over now, one right now, starboy, popular, die for you, creepin’, save your tears, out of time, K-POP, heartless, unfazed, dark times, in your eyes, power is power, can’t feel my face, sacrifice, i heard you’re married, moth to a flame, lust for life, one of the girls, the hills, false alarm, and more.

My favorite thing is to read while listen to his music.

well, its already obvious, but my favorite game is genshin impact. i play on asia server with the UID 870141767, pls add me i have no friends :(

CHILDE IS LOVE CHILDE IS LIFE IF I CAN’T HAVE CHILDE THERE’S NOTHING LEFT. MY LOVE, MY DARLING, MY HEART, MY EVERYTHING!!! WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU!! I ADORE, AM IN LOVE, AM SMITTEN, HAVE A CRUSH ON, WANT YOU SO BAD IT PHYSICALLY HURTS, ADMIRE, APPRECIATE, AM CRAZY ABOUT, HARDCORE SIMP FOR, AM FOND OF, HOLD AFFECTIONS FOR, FEEL PASSION FOR, HAS A DEEP FEELING OF CLOSENESS FOR, AM ATTACHED TO, CHERISH THE MOST, DOTE ON THE MOST, CARE FOR, LUST FOR, AM DEVOTED TO, WORSHIP FOR, YEARN FOR, HAS A WEAKNESS FOR, IDOLIZE, TREASURE, AM ABSOLUTELY CRAZY FOR YOU!!!!! CHILDE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IT HURTS. I WANT YOU SO BAD. YOURE MINE, AND ALWAYS HAS BEEN. I WANNA HAUL YOU ONTO MY BED AND CUDDLE YOU FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS AND YEARS. WHEN I GROW UP I AM DEFINITELY GONNA MARRY YOU. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, THE ONLY FLAME OF BRIGHTNESS IN MY DARKEST HOURS. YOU ARE PURE PERFECTION. THAT SILKY GINGER HAIR, TWINKLING BLUE EYES, AND THAT MISCHIEVOUS SMIRK..GOD, HOW COULD ANYONE NOT FALL FOR YOU?? I LOVE YOU SO MUCH TO THE POINT THAT ITS NOT EVEN CALLED SIMPING ANYMORE. IF YOU WERE REAL, I’D DEFINITELY MARRY YOU IN A HEARTBEAT. I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR YOU SO MUCH..IF I DONT HAVE A SIMPING SESSION OF YOU EVERYDAY I WOULD LITERALLY DIE. I HONESTLY JUST WISH YOU WERE A REAL PERSON IN THIS WORLD..SO THAT I COULD KISS YOU EVERYDAY. YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY FAVORITE, MY MAIN. NOBODY WILL STEAL YOU FROM ME. I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH HIODNVIWNHFVWINVJIEFVHUIFSWHNUIEFVNHEVF..JUST LOOK AT THE PARAGRAPH I WROTE YOU FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY, YOU ARE THE MOST HANDSOME, ETHEREAL, PERFECT, FLAWLESS, EXCELLENT, BEAUTIFUL, ATTRACTIVE, PRETTY, LOVELY, WONDERFUL, CUTE, FANTASTIC, CHARMING, STUNNING, RAVISHING, DAZZLING, STRIKING, GLAMOROUS, AMAZING, ALLURING, OUTSTANDING, AWESOME, BRAVE, MAGNIFICENT, MIND-BLOWING, GOOD-LOOKING, EXQUISITE, FABULOUS, SWEET, THOUGHTFUL, PERSON I KNOW. PLEASE, JUST BE A REAL PERSON.

was that a bit much..? nah

i have more than 1000 fictional crushes but childe’s my lifelong favorite

i also play pjsk (ISTG MY SISTER TOLD ME TO PLAY) and my darling is toya <3

idk if it seems obvious but im oddly attracted to fictional males with blonde/red/ginger hair. (fuji, cale, jace, childe, etc)

i like reADING AO3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i spend 25 hours on ao3 a day lmao

my otp is zhongchi, capichi, malace, chiscara, and more

IM BI BTW IF YOU GUYS WANNA KNOW

aND I HAVE A HOPELESS CRUSH ON THIS DUDE WHO HAS LIKE 500.8K SUBS ON TIKTOK WHO IS IN MY SCHOOL AND IN THE GRADE ABOVE MINE. ITS COMPLICATED. AND IM ALSO IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND. IDK WHY

there’s so much drama (“trauma”) in my life (do yall get it?????)

i love creating chaos.

and i also love watching animee

my favorite anime is hunter x hunter cause feitan is hawt as hell (which is also my name btw)

im a FANBOY. IDC WHAT YOU GUYS SAY IM A FANBOY

my pronouns are he/him yeah

UhhHhHhBBYUGSYBGUX anyone wanna be friends???????????????

[gday-gecko]

savage rivals by Becca Steele, my thoughts (spoilers!)

i was at home today bc i'm sick so i decided what better way to prepare for upcoming exams than completely ignore them and read a silly book :')

+ there's some possibly nsfw screenshots of my notes at the end lol (idk it's like reading smut in public)

That was lowkey kinda dumb.

What is it with highschoolers in books acting like gangs. Come on guys, really? There were so many things that they could have been arrested/fined for and nothing happened? Breaking and entering, destruction of property. Even if they did want to "keep it between themselves", the coach/school would have definitely pressed charges for when Asher and co broke into the locker room and destroyed and vandalised a bunch of equipment and uniforms. That shit would have been expensive to replace.

The stunt we'd pulled at Levi's house—that was a distraction. A way to lull them into a false sense of security.

Why so elaborate??? 😭😭😭

Also, Asher and Levi (why is there always a Levi?) kept telling their friends how much they jsut like existing with eachother but we never saw that?? There was never a scene where they just sat down in some comfy clothes and played a game or did homework or just read books cuddled up or anything. Any scene that was even romotely similar to that ended in making out. It would have been nice to get some soft moments.

"I like being around him."

(...)

"Yeah, I do. I do love you."

Show meeee!!!!!!!!!

I find with these books, they never even try to have any sort of realisation. Even if technically the characters don't know they like so-and-so, it's really fucking obvious to the reader. Like yes, it's cool to have some obliviousness but it gets to the point where it's just like, sigh, really?

His voice turn low and husky, and my brain went offline.

(It was surprisingly difficult to pick an example for that because there are so many.) Please, put in some effort. You can have unexplained jealously and appreciating looking and still not sound stupid. Honestly that example was okay, because sure, get all hot and bothered when your "enemy" whispers in your ear. But they also kept not subtly pushing each other up against every fucking surface. Get your act together, man!

Idk, it just annoys me when they're so obvious. It doesn't have to be slow burn, but. Dont be so obvious, is all I'm trying to say.

Why did they keep having to say "my enemy" this, "my rival" that. It was making me cringe. You're a child, shut up.

The fact that Asher got beat up and didn't go to the hospital?? There were five of them. He could have internal bleeding, probably a concussion, at least a cracked rib. And he was like, "I'm fine :)". No bitch, you are not. And they didn't even go to the cops? Bro what is this.

They should have totally kissed at the end of that last match. Missed opportunity, author.

Why does every book like this end with a "_ months later" and a "_ years later" where they're married? Be original.

Also, all this talk of knives and no knife kink?? What was all that build-up for then. Lame -_-

⭐ 2.5 / 5

i think im funny :)

[rosekjsses]

Princess.

1, 17, 21, 23, 33, 43, 60, 63, 65.

Since you're such a whore 💋

😈

why are you scary even on anon???

1. Any unexpected ways kink has improved your life?  If so, what are they?

hmm this is hard one. uhhh anxiety relief?? all it takes is a few good girls and my head melts and then im not anxious anymore? so that’s a good one i think.

17. Do you like seeing the evidence (bruises, bite marks, hickies)?

yes. obviously. 1000000% yes.

21. Do you like watching or being watched?

bothhhhh. but if i had to choose… being watched? i think. I DONT KNOW. this hard question!!!

23. Do you prefer long hair or short hair?

on meeee? idk. i would love to rock a shoulder length look again, i love my long hair?? idk. i wanna get a group consensus on whether i should cut my hair off again or not.

on people? idk i like both??? i have no preference. you had grab even a short length so.

33. Have you ever squirted before?

alone? i don’t think so. with someone else, yessss

43. What do you like and dislike about oral sex?

- giving: when im feeling pillow princess adjacent but idk what the term is. service sub me thinks. but oh no dislikes nah uh. likes fuck okay a list: soft strokes of hands through my hair, how hot their skin feels against my lips, kissing their stomach, biting and tugging on their underwear, letting it snap back onto their skin. kissing their inner thighs, and into their hands as they touch me. nipping at the skin at the very top of their inner thigh. bites. hickies. marks. the noises??? impatient taps of my cheek and tugs of my hair (tugs of my collar or leash too?? hot!!) gasps of pleasure. stern words when my teasing is just too much. making them feel good?? getting to look at them, and watch their reactions??? being knelt down for them or between their legs and in control of their pleasure for a moment.

- receiving: uhhh NO DISLIKES. likes? uhh everything above but. the way i shiver at their breath on my thigh. the way the blood rushes to my core at every mark. the physical reaction to soft kisses anywhere aka whines, hip rolling and gasps. the way i see COLOURS when their tongue finally touches my clit. grinding my hips up against their tongue, finger nails digging into my hips to keep me still. feeling myself getting more soaked at their touch.

i literally love everything about it. i have to stop myself or i will not stop.

60. What is your newest kink?

uhhh i don’t know what’s the newest one. knives? starting reading on corruption. yep mhm hot. yummy. probably those.

63. Which part of your body do you consider the most sexy?

mmm. that’s a hard question. gunna go the safer route and say my eyes. i have dark deep blue eyes that when im dizzy, and fucked out, they turn bright blue, and cloud over so pretty.

65. Would you rather be handcuffed or blindfolded?

why not both?!?! hmph. i thinkkkkk ughhh this is hard. i wanna say both. i think blindfolded is maybe winning here. so hot to not be able to see what someone’s doing to my body?? sensory system heightened. yeah.

[slytherinlesbian3]

me after rushing to take a 5 minute shower so I can curl up in bed with this chapter only to see that it hasn't been uploaded yet

"Or what if you end up thinking that Wanda wasn't actually capable of dating girls?"

if I had reaction pics for the images I have in my head GIRLLL have you SEEN her fucking hands?? like, I get it, everyone knows I have a thing for hands, but those fingers are GAY

"Wanda's never had to really chase anyone before, and chasing you is probably the hardest thing she's doing, but if it works out, then it'll also be the best thing she's ever done."

🥹🥹🥹 this is. so sweet. knowing that effort might pay off aghhhhhh 🥹

"Wanda's heart is thudding painfully inside her chest. It pounds like it wants to jump out of her chest and into your hands, making a home in your warmth and softness."

AGHGHGHHHH MAKING A HOME IN AGGGHHGGH

oh they're just. oh. I see. they are doing the naughty naughty!!!

"I think I've always been yours" has to be one of the most used lines in romance but it still brings me to my knees EVERY SINGLE TIME. like, god, yes I belong to you and you belong to me, and we always have, and we've always known, and now everyone else can know, too. UGH IT DOES THINGS TO MEEEE

hey wait I first told myself it was a dream and then it kept going and I was like "wain a minit..." respectfully, I hate you 💕

ah!! fun detail!! admitting things to strangers is easier because they don't know you! and also admitting things to people you hate it easy as well because you dont care what they think about you. Humans are so fucking cool and weird like that. we tell our deepest, darkest secrets to people we barely know and it takes years to tell the people we love. A BIT WEIRD INNIT

"you're hot but I only signed up for one date" GOD you're gonna go make me reread if we make it through december, aren't you? I'm such a thirsty little slut for fake dating that I don't care what ship it is, I will read it. and IWMITD fucked me up for days 😭

wairwaiwisit why do- WAIT maybe darcy and raye should just get together fr 😔

"Better yet, just use your government name" bro HAHA I feel that way about some of my friends. I'm the guy that gives everyone a silly little nickname but once it sticks and someone else uses it im like. who are you. you don't even know why I call them that. go away.

"It's a free bar, Darcy." "I know, I'm too generous." DEADDD LMAO you got her character spot on its so funny

omgomgomg the camera is recording all of this and then it'll be played publicly and, actually you know what I've been wrong like three times already so im just gonna sit still and be pretty 😔

okay that's...sus...maybe I'm right 👁️👁️

OH FUCK I FORGOR R'S PROFESION OB FUCK SHES GONNA HEAR EVERHTHJNG OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT

MANNNN you're always leaving it on a cliffhanger 😔 this one had me rolling around though. literally. I had to get more comfortable halfway through. AND? AND GUESS WHAT!! no mistakes for me to pick through after I ✨thoroughly✨ embarrassed myself the first time 😌✨

looking forward to wanda deleting the footage but also...👀 terrific as always <333

Mirror, Mirror | Four

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

PART THREE

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's becoming more apparent how badly Wanda wants you that she's sure she's going crazy. Now with a fake date on hand, Wanda's not sure which is worse: the fact she's too in love with you to pretend to be interested in someone else, or that her big mouth has potentially put her in a deep(er) hole.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

Note: the pre-shenanigans to the shenangians. Hope y'all enjoy heh.

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Wanda lies in bed, unable to sleep, staring into the dark. She can barely make out the ceiling and idly thinks about buying blackout curtains.

As the party gets closer, the more Wanda starts to feel more anxious. She's experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions in the last few days, oscillating between excitement at the prospect of making you jealous and then feeling anxious at the thought you might not. 

The entire thing is starting to feel like a bad idea, but Wanda doesn't know what to do. If she calls it off, you'll ask why, and Wanda's still too scared to admit her feelings to you. Or what if you end up thinking that Wanda wasn't actually capable of dating girls?

These repetitive lines of thought would make Wanda feel nauseated. She wishes you would simply wake up and realize your feelings for her. Wanda's never had to really chase anyone before, and chasing you is probably the hardest thing she's doing, but if it works out, then it'll also be the best thing she's ever done. 

Wanda sits up, her knees pulled to her chest, as she hears shuffling around her door before a knock. 

"Come in," Wanda clears her throat, pulling the blanket slightly higher up. Her heart is racing, some of it from an irrational fear of it being a murderer, and some of it knowing it was you on the other side. 

When the door opens, you step in before closing the door behind you. You're in your PJs, another oversized shirt, and Wanda can't tell if you're wearing pants or not.

"Hey," Wanda smiles but realizes you can't make out the details of her face in the dark so far away. "What's wrong? It's so late, why aren't you sleeping?"

You don't answer her initially, letting the silence nip at Wanda's growing unease. Before she can say anything else, you finally speak.

"Don't do it."

"Huh?" Wanda's confused, shifting in the bed to sit closer to the end, closer to you. "What are you—"

"Don't do it," you repeat. "Don't go on a date with Darcy."

Wanda's heart leaps in her chest, and she needs to blink multiple times because there's no way you're saying that, right? There's no way you're telling her not to do this because would that mean—

"I think I'm going crazy," you mutter as you push yourself off the door and make your way toward her. 

"What do you mean?" Wanda asks nervously but excited as you climb onto the bed until you're face to face with her. 

As you get closer, Wanda can make out your silhouette and the expression of desire on your face. She can feel your breath on her face lightly, and it's minty and warm. 

"I can't stop thinking about you," you admit, and your tone is nervous but desperate. "The more I think about you going on a date with a girl, the more I hate it."

"You do?" Wanda bites her bottom lip. She wants to feel hopeful, but your words are leaving too much open for interpretation. 

You place your hand on Wanda's cheek, something you've done so many times before, but it feels different now. Every touch you give her feels electric and wired like you're grazing every nerve along her skin. 

Wanda's heart is thudding painfully inside her chest. It pounds like it wants to jump out of her chest and into your hands, making a home in your warmth and softness. 

Your thumb presses against her lips, getting Wanda to release her bottom lip from her teeth. "Yeah," you breathe like your heart is pounding too. "I hate it...because if you're going to date a girl, it should be me."

When your lips descend upon Wanda's, she thinks she might actually die. Your lips are soft and warm, inviting Wanda to kiss you deeper. When Wanda pushes against you eagerly, you open your mouth slightly, your tongue swiping at her bottom lip softly.

Arousal shoots through Wanda, hot and needy. She can't help the small moan that leaves her mouth, and her head is completely dizzy with want. 

You take the noise as an open invitation, using your weight to push Wanda back onto the bed, straddling her lap, and keeping yourself up on your elbow. 

The kiss feels never-ending, with it only ever stopping for a second for air before coming back for more. You kiss her until her lips are swollen and Wanda's throbbing for more. 

When your lips start kissing the edge of her jaw and down her throat, Wanda doesn't feel like she's going to make it. Just this, and it feels like too much and too little at the same time. 

"I don't think I can give you to anyone," you mumble against the skin of her collarbone. "How could I let anyone touch you like this?"

Your fingers are fiddling with the edge of her shirt before they trail along the bare skin of her stomach.

"More, more, more," Wanda's muttering with her eyes closed. She can't open them—it'd be too much. Her toes are curled in anticipation. 

Your hands brush the underside of her breast, and Wanda's breath hitches. You kiss places that Wanda hasn't been kissed in a long time. Your fingers trail and touch places only Wanda's hand has been in lately. It feels completely different under your touch, working Wanda up into a spot just between the edge and falling. 

Wanda's been moaning and muttering pleas for you to give her more, but you seem steadfast and taking things at your pace. Even Wanda can't rush you into enjoying and exploring her body. 

"I think I've always been yours," your lips brush against Wanda's. "And you've always been my best friend. But now, you're just mine—mine in every way."

Wanda agrees. She agrees wholeheartedly and enthusiastically. She'll agree to anything you say if you just give her what she wants. It's finally rewarding her to be agreeable with you, and just as she's about to get what she wants, your mouth opens, and music comes out. 

Wanda wakes up. 

The faint light in her room is disorienting, and her head is still heady with desire. The music is still playing, and Wanda turns over to grab her phone, unplugging it from her charger. 

7:06AM.

Turning off her alarm, Wanda tosses her phone to the side of her bed, falling back into her pillow. She stares at the ceiling, now able to make out every single detail on it with daylight.

Wanda's body is aching, and the region between her legs is still throbbing. Arousal was still trickling through her, and Wanda knew there wouldn't be enough time this morning to take care of it. 

Wanda grabs the pillow beside her, smushing it to her face as she lets out a muffled scream and a long line of obscenities before she gets up. 

The day would surely be long with arousal edging her.

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It's been somewhat awkward to meet your eyes the last few days since that sex dream. Once the hazy lust cleared from her mind, Wanda could actually realize how mortifying it was to want you so badly that it was affecting her sleep. 

Wanda tries to play it off as just being distracted, but she can tell you're starting to think something's wrong. Still, it was too difficult to look you directly in the eyes. Every time she did, she could clearly remember her erotic dream. 

The way your eyes looked at her with such intensity, which was only heightened by the dark. She could still feel how warm your body was and how minty your kiss was. Goosebumps would form on her arm when she thought about how your lips were both liquid fire and icy cold against her skin. 

The entire thing would get Wanda so riled up that sometimes she needed to leave your vicinity and go on a walk to cool herself down. 

It was the day of the party, and the dream was finally tapering off enough that Wanda could look you in the eyes again. You seemed perplexed but relieved by the change, and you didn't push the issue since Wanda hadn't seemed upset with you. 

The morning of Tony and Pepper's party, you and Wanda are running around the apartment trying to get everything in order for different things. 

"Did you grab the present?" 

"Um," you scrunch your nose. "Yes, it's here."

"Awesome, can you bring it with you? I'll lose it if I bring it with me," Wanda says while carefully putting on mascara in front of her standing mirror. 

"What do you mean? I thought you were coming with me to pick Raye up?" You ask while looking for the ring you always wear on your middle finger. 

"Um, no," Wanda's half-distracted, but it's good timing as she finishes her mascara. "I'm meeting Darcy for coffee before the party."

You're looking for your ring in Wanda's room because you vaguely recall leaving it there yesterday night when you were drinking tea with Wanda and chatting in her room. You pause your search and look at Wanda with a confused face.

"You haven't met her yet?"

"I will be in," Wanda pauses and pulls out her phone, "a couple minutes. She just texted that she's pulling up."

"What if you don't get along with her? I thought she was coming to the party," you ask, seemingly concerned about everything.

"Then I'll find out since I have an hour with her before the party. If I don't like her, then I'll Uber to the party alone," Wanda shrugs. Besides, it didn't matter if Wanda liked Darcy or not. As long as Darcy wasn't a raging asshole with boundary issues, then it would be fine. They were both aware this date was a farce. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to tag along? What if she's, like, a serial killer or something?" You frown, and Wanda can't help but laugh.

"I don't think Nat would be working with a serial killer," Wanda shakes her head at your nonsense. "We're going to be at the Starbucks near Tony's house. I have my location on, so you can check it to make sure we're not deviating on the road."

You're about to say something else when the buzzer at your door rings. 

"Can you let her in through the front doors? I should be ready by the time she's at our door," Wanda asks as she turns back to the mirror, applying the last touches to her match-up.

"Sure," you say, somewhat huffy, but leave. 

It takes a few minutes, but Wanda eventually hears knocking and the door opening. The words exchanged between you and Darcy are muffled, but Wanda finishes, giving herself one last look in the mirror and running her fingers through her hair. As she's leaving, she finds the ring you were looking for on her desk and takes it with her. 

As she enters the living room, Wanda sees Darcy immediately and assesses right away that the other woman is drop-dead gorgeous. She has dark curled hair with warm undertones in the light. Her makeup was simple, with an accentuated dark red lipstick. 

"Wow," Darcy smiles as she catches eyes with Wanda, and you turn to look at her. "Natasha didn't do you justice with the photo she sent."

"You got a photo?" Wanda smiles back, able to tell that the compliment was sincere. "I didn't get anything. That seems unfair."

"Well," Darcy drags out. "Sent is a generous word. Natasha brought in a photo album. I'm sorry to say I have seen your high school and university pictures."

Wanda groans as she stands beside you, passing your ring into your palm. The entire action is wordless, which Darcy takes note of. 

"You shall speak nothing of these photos," Wanda warns the other girl playfully. "And just for that, you're buying coffee."

Darcy lets out a laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Alright, Natasha did warn me you were sassy. Let's go get our luxury coffee that will be my treat."

Wanda turns to you, and you're smiling, but it seems tight. "I'll see you at the party?" 

"Of course," you tell her before scrutinizing Darcy. "I'll see you in an hour on the dot."

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"So," Darcy says as they're both holding their coffees. "That's the girl you're in love with?"

"Yes," Wanda sighs, finding it somehow easier to admit to a stranger that she's in love with you. Like, really insanely in love with you.

"You're playing it pretty cool. I gotta give you props for that," Darcy nods, sipping her drink. 

"Do you think so?" Wanda asks, and then her eyes brighten. "Do you think she looked jealous at all? I thought she might've looked a little off or being overprotective, but then again, that could also be her just being my best friend. But she's never really acted this way before. Well, she does make sure she always knows my location for dates. But I don't know, it felt like she was being—"

"Oh my god," Darcy cuts Wanda off, blinking at the word vomit. "You're actually insanely in love with her. Emphasis on the insane."

Wanda huffs. "I know," she sighs. "I'm going crazy and I just want to know if she could feel the same way about me...without asking, obviously."

"Obviously," Darcy repeats with a smirk. "Alright, let's go over a game plan for today then. We want to show off just enough that maybe it'll make your best friend jealous but also not too much that it'll be weird if we don't have a second date. No offense and all, you're hot, but I only signed up for one date."

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You and Raye are already at the party when Wanda and Darcy arrive. 

"Ugh, great," Wanda grunts. "Little Miss Southern Belle is here."

"You mean Raye?" Darcy stares in the same direction and sees her coworker. "She's really nice and funny."

"Hey, you're my date," Wanda narrows her eyes. "And she's my enemy."

Darcy just raises her brow in response but says nothing. 

"Wanda!" You call and wave the two of them over. 

"Alright, we got this," Darcy looks over at Wanda, and they nod subtly at each other. 

As they make their way over, Wanda can tell you're assessing them, but Wanda merely gives another nod that she's okay, which you seem conflicted about. 

"Hey, Darcy," Raye greets her with a smile and a hug. "Fancy seein' you around here. You sure you're not using another pretty girl to sneak into a party?"

Wanda knows the comment is a compliment to her. Darcy is right that Raye is genuinely nice, and Wanda knows that Raye's eager to get along with Wanda since she's your best friend. Wanda knows all of this, but the comment still makes her bristle. 

"I actually know Tony and Pepper, too," Darcy says casually after they pull apart from their hug, her lips in a half-quirk. "I've done some work for them before."

"What exactly is it that you do?" You ask.

"Cyber security," Darcy answers. "Although that may sound exciting, it's not much day to day."

"Bug was telling me over here that you two went on a date!" Raye smiles even wider. 

Now she was even calling you Bug? She wasn't even there when your nickname came to be. She should create her own nickname, or better yet, just use your government name. 

"That we did," Darcy says when Wanda doesn't reply. "It was pretty decent," Darcy says with a half-quirk of her lips, indicating that it was more than decent, and Wanda remembers that she needs to smile too.

"I'm just surprised that you didn't go and scare her off with your personality," Raye smirks at Darcy before she looks back at Wanda. "Everyone knows Darcy at work to be blunt and sarcastic. She usually scares away all the cute interns."

"I thought she was hilarious," Wanda smiles somewhat tightly back. 

"Thank you!" Darcy cuts in dramatically, grabbing Wanda's hand. "I knew someone would inevitably see my charm. Are you thirsty? Let's go get a drink."

Darcy's about to drag you off when you suddenly grab Wanda's other hand, stopping them.

"Wait," your eyes are wide as if you're surprised yourself. "There's a videographer hired for the party. Everyone is supposed to go on camera to do a short video to say something to Tony and Pepper. I thought we should do ours together since we got their gift together."

Wanda turns back to Darcy, who looks confused and amused by the situation. 

"Alright," Darcy lets go of Wanda's hand. "I'll be waiting by the bar for you. C'mon, Raye, I'll buy you a drink."

"It's a free bar, Darcy."

"I know, I'm too generous."

With that, Wanda is alone with you as you drag her towards the videographer.

"Are you okay?" Wanda asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You say lightly.

"I don't know," Wanda flexes her fingers in your hand. "Feels like you don't like Darcy."

"I like her just as much as you like Raye."

Wanda grunts at that. She's told you multiple times that she's neutral about Raye. Wanda doesn't dislike her, but she has no reason to like her. It's all a lie, of course. Wanda fuckings hates Raye and wishes the other girl would evaporate. 

The second the camera points at their faces, the two of you smile brightly as you wish Tony and Pepper another 10 years of happy marriage so they can have this party again and continue to wish them a happy marriage in 10-year increments. 

As soon as it's finished, You and Wanda seem to be dragging your feet to get to the bar.

"So," Wanda drags out before taking a deep breath and looking at you. You stare back at her, and Wanda has to bite her tongue to say she just utterly loves you, and they should both ditch their dates. "What do you think?"

"Of what?" You mumble as you look away.

"Does it look weird? Me being with a girl?" 

Wanda can notice how you visibly clench your jaw, something you do when thinking about your next words carefully. 

"No," you say slowly, "but you don't look any happier."

"I don't?" Wanda hums. "Darcy and I have a lot in common. She's really funny too. Besides, it's not like I'm gunning to settle down with Darcy. It could just lead to having fun."

You're silent after that, and Wanda looks at your face. You seem contemplative, but she can't read your expression further than that, so she looks away.

"I'm probably going to be home late tonight," you say after a moment, and Wanda turns her head towards you again.

"Going to be with Raye?" Wanda asks, trying to make sure she sounds airy and light, but her stomach knots tight.

"Yes," you answer, and there's not a particular inflection in your tone, leaving Wanda with no clue about how you feel. 

"Sounds great," Wanda puts on a fake smile and picks up her pace to meet Darcy and Raye at the bar.

"Oh, you're back," Raye smiles at you, her pearly white teeth showing. Her cheeks are a dusty pink from the champagne she's been drinking as she drapes her arms over you, tilting her head to the side. "Wanna be naughty and steal a tray with bacon-wrapped scallops?"

Wanda has to resist the urge to loudly gag as you chuckle. 

"I got you a drink," Darcy catches Wanda's attention. "One of those fruity cocktails that will definitely lead us to make bad decisions if we have three more."

Wanda smiles sultrily as she opens her body language toward Darcy, pointing to the maraschino cherry in Darcy's drink. Darcy nods that she can have it, and Wanda seductively eats the cherry before she sticks the stem into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before the end of the stem pops back out of her mouth. Wanda grabs it with her fingers, the other end gripped by her teeth as she pulls and tightens the visible knot. 

"Wanna have four and see what happens?" Wanda smirks. 

From the corner of Wanda's eyes, she can see that you saw and heard everything. Your face is expressionless as you walk off with Raye, and Wanda wants to scream with frustration.

Was that a jealous expressionless look or an indifferent expressionless?

Once they are out of earshot, Darcy snorts. "Remember when I said you're playing it cool? I take it back. You're a hot mess. You look like you're always two seconds away from pulling out Raye's 250 individual extensions."

Their conversation is briefly interrupted by the videographer as he comes up to the bar. "Hey, man," he says to the bartender. "Do you mind if I leave my camera here for a second? I really need to run to the toilet and can't leave it on the table. These kids are surprisingly grabby with their sticky hands."

"Sure, dude," the bartender agrees, and the videographer runs off after he sets down the camera a foot away from Wanda.

Wanda stirs her drink with her straw aggressively, and some ice falls out of her glass.

"I don't see what's so great about Raye," Wanda huffs. "Sure, she's pretty, and I guess she's funny. But so what? She's clearly selfish. Who the hell steals a whole tray of bacon-wrapped scallops?! Those are the best appetizers!"

Wanda throws the straw aside and drinks her fruity cocktail in one go. 

"Man, you are so down bad," Darcy shakes her head. "At least you don't seem completely alone in it."

"Really?" Wanda brightens. "Why? Does she look jealous?"

"Well," Darcy sighs. "I don't know about jealous, but your friend definitely doesn't like me. Every time she smiles at me, it's a tight-lipped smile that seems to be a thinly veiled way of saying she doesn't think I'm good enough for you."

Wanda slumps. "That's nothing new. All the people I date get that look."

"Where's Natasha when I need her?" Wanda looks around but finds the redhead with Tony and Pepper. She seems to sense someone is looking at her, locks eyes with Wanda, and waves and winks.

"Listen," Darcy grabs Wanda's attention back. "Maybe you should just tell your friend your feelings. What's the worst that could happen?"

"She would know about my feelings and reject me," Wanda deadpans.

"Okay...so how exactly to plan to get with—how did you describe it at the café? The love of your life and the mother to your future children."

Wanda sighs. "I don't know. I know I should confess, but it's harder than you think. There are moments when she gets me so riled up that I wanna scream in her perfect face that I love her and probably always have, and then kiss her until we lose a couple brain cells from lack of oxygen. Then, I get so scared that she won't feel the same way and the moment dies like my will to live every time I see her with Raye."

"But you won't know until you actually say something," Darcy cocks her brow. "What if she does feel the same?"

"Then she wouldn't be with Raye!" Wanda snips but then takes a deep breath. "Sorry, it's just been hard lately. I feel like this whole fake dating scheme Nat cooked up is a bust. You're pretty cool and all, but I think I'm too in love to even pretend."

Darcy is about to say something else when the videographer returns.

"Thanks for watching it, man. Can you pour me some water with a lemon?" 

"Sure."

The videographer picks up the camera, and Wanda notices that it was placed on its side but had been facing them. Once he drinks his glass of water, he takes off.

The rest of the party isn't too exciting as Wanda doesn't see you often after that. You sit at the same table as her for dinner, but Raye is too busy chatting up a storm. Raye seems intent on keeping you busy until 10PM hits, and she decides she wants to leave the party.

"I'll see you later," you tell Wanda as you say goodbye to everyone.

"I guess," Wanda shrugs, and you tilt your head at it.

Wanda knows where all of this is leading for you, but for once, she's too tired to even try to stop it. Besides, Wanda is pretty sure you've already had sex with Raye, even if it was a quickie in the back of your car when you dropped her off or picked her up at the airport. 

The entire thing is too disparaging for Wanda to think about; she just wants to go home and be dead to the world. 

"I think I wanna head out too," Wanda looks at Darcy, who's been sipping on water for the last few hours. Neither of you specify exactly where in the moment despite how you seem to be waiting for them to say. 

The videographer approaches the group, and Wanda's confused as he greets you.

"Hey, I emailed you all the footage earlier after dinner," he says.

"Great," you smile at him. "Thanks for doing all the legwork. Sorry that Tony and Pepper want me to edit it together instead."

"You're editing the video together for Tony?" Wanda asks. "Why didn't you say?"

"Tony sprung it on me earlier today. Guess he forgot? Pepper bitched him out with love. I think," you grin. "But I don't mind. I have some free time before my next project," you shrug.

"Nah," he smiles. "I'm not complaining. I got paid twice my rate and I don't have to do the other legwork? Must be my lucky day."

"Sounds good, I'll let you know if I need anything."

"Oh, just a heads up, there was a lot of footage I didn't have time to go through, so I sent you everything. There might be some useless stuff you'll have to go through. I accidentally left my camera on a couple times. Just earlier, I realized I left my camera on every time I left it at the bar to go to the washroom," the guy laughs, but all the color drains from Wanda's face. 

"No problem," you tell him, and he leaves with a wave. "Raye and I are heading out now. Have a great night, guys."

Raye is already dragging you off, but Wanda doesn't have time to be annoyed. 

Oh, God, there was video evidence of Wanda confessing her feelings about you. 

"I need to get that video back!" Wanda cries, her hand flying to her forehead. 

She tries to not think about how you'll react or what you'll do if you see the video. She can't think about it; it will literally send Wanda into cardiac arrest. 

"Alright, alright, calm down!" Darcy placates her, realizing the same thing Wanda has. "He said he emailed it to her, right? It's not like she's going to go through the footage tonight. All you need to do is get into her email and go through the footage yourself and delete it before she comes home."

Wanda starts biting her thumbnail, a terrible habit she thought she had long outgrew. "I guess, but I'd have to access her laptop, and I don't know the password. She keeps work stuff on there."

"No problem," Darcy says as she pulls out a USB and gives it to Wanda. "Just plug this in and I can help you get into it."

Wanda takes the USB and stares at it dumbfounded. She stares back at Darcy. "You're insanely cool. Emphasis on the insane," Wanda parrots back to her with a smile. "We're gonna be great friends."

"Ah, I love becoming friends with my fake dates who are deeply in love with their best friend. They're so fulfilling and not weird at all."

"You're the one carrying around a hacking USB, don't talk to me about weird."

"Alright, sassy pants, let's just get you home, shall we? Although, not before we go to McDonald's. That dinner was just unnecessary fancy food that was half the size of my fist. I've been hungry for the last hour," Darcy starts to walk off with Wanda trailing her.

Wanda had also been hungry for the last hour, but now, knowing that you could potentially see the video of her professing her love—aggressively, might she add—Wanda wanted to throw up.

Please don't check your email on your phone, please don't check your email on your phone, Wanda begs in her mind. Now, she can't tell if she wants Raye to keep you busy or not. 

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i didnt know if you wanted this with abby BUT if you wanted it with a different character i would be happy to make a new one :)

i love abs shes so ! this is not proofread!!

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no longer a danger to herself or others she made up her mind and laced up her shoes

“go. just take him.”

light poured in through the curtains, just barely illuminating the room in the early morning. abby slept soundly on your chest, her head rising and falling with your body. you couldnt help but admire her.

she’d been through too much, but she was still perfect to you.

pretty brown lashes that fluttered every so often. soft lips you wanted to admire forever. her hair was starting to grow out and you made a mental note to trim it later so it would grow out evenly.

yelled down the hall but nobody answered so she walked outside without an excuse

her eyes fluttered open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

her eyes fluttered open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

“good morning sleepyhead,” you teased as she pulled you tighter. “you sleep okay?” she hummed as she nodded against you. “want some breakfast my love?”

“mmm, not yet.” she nosed her face into your neck.

“whatever you want.”

you ran your hand down her back, nails gently scratching as you went. she sighed and pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

she could do anything she wants to she could do whatever she wants to do she could go home, but she’s not going to...

“i could just lay here forever. how are you so comfortable?” you laughed, shaking abby’s head. “are you laughing at me?” she looked up at you, shocked, as you tried to hide the giggles. “oh my god, you are totally laughing at me! i’ll give you something to laugh about.”

you yelled out just as she gets her fingers in your sides, tickling you. “fuck off! abby stop, shit!” you laughed and tried to push her off, but to no avail. “abby please! im sorry!”

she let up, pulling you to her. “i know, i know.” she smiled, she couldn’t help it. “i love you, you know.”

“i know.” you nodded, leaning on her chest to look up at her. “im so proud of you. you’ve been through so much and look at you.”

so we spent what was left of our serotonin to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

“all i did was survive. same as you.”

but you shook your head, sitting up to have this conversation.

“no, not you. manny, owen, mel... your dad. you’ve just, you’ve lost so much.” your hand cupped her cheek and abby gently gripped your wrist. “and then when ellie found you,” you took a breath. “fuck, i thought you died abby. you and lev, i thought you were dead. everyone else was and i couldn’t get you out of my head.” she followed the tear that tracked down your face.

“and then i stumbled across you and lev, and i just couldn’t believe it. i couldn’t believe you were alive.” you sniffed, throwing a smile her way. “and you didn’t even take a second to worry about yourself when we got here, just wanting to take care of lev and i.” you thumb rubbed her cheek gently.

said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor and i knew

“can i be honest?” you nodded, scooting closer to her. “i didnt think i was gonna make it. and, i dont think i cared if i died...” tears filled her eyes but she kept going. “and then, ellie was there. she helped me down, and i saw lev, and i knew i had to get out of there. i had to see you again.

“so i fought ellie, and i didnt give up. i had to help lev, and i had to know you were okay.” she smiled and leaned her forehead against yours. “and it was the one decision i don’t regret. im glad i made it out and back to you.”

she pressed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled you close to her.

“glad to know you care about me.”

“oh my god lev, go fuck off!”

i would do anything you want me to i would do anything for you i would do anything, i would do anything whatever you want me to do, i will do