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answer2jeff · 8 months

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i was just thinking about dad!carmy missing his wifey when she's on a girls trip for the first time since their daughters birth and anxiously waiting for her to call him...

valeria has just been put to sleep after a seemingly endless hour and a half of rocking, soothing, and shushing.

"relax baby, mommy's gonna be home before you know it," carmy says, kissing the top of valeria's head and wincing a bit when her little fist tightens around his thick index finger. "yes i know," he sighs as she lets out one last wail of 'mama' followed by incoherent babbles before her body begins to relax at the sound of her daddy's soothing hums. no one is exactly sure where the song came from. maybe it's a pre-existing song further expanded on with different notes. maybe it's a whole new song with a lack of words he made just for his little girl.

carmen's back is sore and his hands mourn the weight of his precious girl in his arms, even if he's more than happy that she's finally at peace in her crib. the reality of his temporary loneliness really sets in the moment he closes the door to his daughters nursery.

he tries to distract himself from the sight of your nearly empty home. he's been wiping down the perfectly spotless kitchen counter with a microfiber towel for the last 3 and a half minutes while he scrolls aimlessly through your Instagram with his free hand, smiling to himself with every photo of you glistening in the summer heat. a margarita in one hand, a friends shoulder in the other. he's always thought you're the most beautiful when you're happy. with the sand in between your toes, salt water frizzing up your hair, the sun caressing the spots of your skin he wished he was the one to hold and kiss—seeing you free warms something in him.

meanwhile, you're falling onto your back and feeling the silky cold fabric of your hotel room bed against your skin. the bikini you've had on for hours is still a little damp from the ocean. it makes you shiver. you giggle at your 2 friends who pile into your shared bathroom, ready to puke and laugh and cry at their sickness from alcohol. you decide that you should kill some time before it's your turn to shower and boil yourself in delicious hot water. the balcony calls your name, and you quickly grab your phone from your beach bag, getting up to slide the glass door open to your left. the air feels warm and sweet against your sunkissed skin. your bare feet patter against the concrete foundation before you lean against the railing. you don't even bother to check anyone else's attempts at communication with you today. carmen is the only thing on your mind.

carmen nearly jumps at the sound of his cellphone vibrating against the bathroom sink. he quickly spits the minty toothpaste out of his mouth and accepts your call, raising it to his ear and wiping the corner of his lip.

"hey, baby," he breaths into the line, smiling almost uncontrollably as he drops his toothbrush back in the mug. the absence of yours with that pink little clip that covers the bristles is so disheartening. it's kinda silly, the way he frowns at the missing pieces of you all around your house.

"hi!" you chew on your bottom lip. it's like you're hearing his voice for the first time again. the petname sends butterflies swarming through your stomach. hell, even with a ring on your finger, it feels like you'd just met yesterday. the sound, smell, and feeling of him could never get old.

carmen yawns, leaning back on the bed and feeling his stomach drop when the little dip in the memory foam mattress has completely raised up to its original form. god, he misses the weight of your presence. but he tries to keep it cool.

"i was just thinkin' about you. well, i've been thinking about you this whole weekend," he laughs, running his hands through his sweatlogged curls. "glad you called."

"i know," you whine, "me too. missing you both, actually." your head feels fuzzy when carmen's little huff of agreement hits your ears. for a moment, his calm attitude surprises you. but maybe it shouldn't. he insisted you should go on this 2 day trip, swearing up and down he could handle being with valeria for a little over 48 hours.

"missing you so much more."

you didn't doubt his ability to keep his temper down and his self-discipline up when taking care of her, but you almost felt a little guilty.

"how are things?" you anxiously ask. carmen goes to answer dishonestly, but you quickly clarify. "and before you tell me, i know things have probably been kinda crazy. but oh my god, carmy, thank you for letting me do this. really, i mean—"

"what?" he cuts you off with a chuckle. "letting you? baby, you—you needed it. fuck, you earned it." carmen sits up in disbelief. it pains him knowing he can't fill in the much needed space of valeria's mother, but the guilt of ever daring to ask you to fly back home would kill him even faster. all he wanted was for you to be happy. even if that required sacrifice. especially since he knew deep down you did that for him every single day, even if you didn't notice it.

"mhm."

"i'm so glad you're having fun. things have been hectic, but i'm managing, okay? valeria has just been..." carmen pauses, gnawing at the inside of his cheek and pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to find the right words.

you relax a bit, letting out a deep sigh of relief. but the anxiety still eats at you. the feeling of your bikini strings digging into your skin and the sand on your inner thighs forming what would soon become a rash if you didn't shower soon certainly wasn't helping with your situation.

"...tough recently. that's all. nothing for you to worry about."

"i know, i know. i just—i don't know. i feel bad. like, my mom instincts are screaming 'go home and take care of your daughter like a proper mother you sick, sick woman! you're not a teenager anymore! god, your poor husband is taking time off of his career too! not just you,' y'know?"

the attempt of trying to make some light out of your guilt just comes out awfully sad. carmen sighs, wishing he could just envelop you in his arms right then and there and drag you back into bed, kissing and squeezing and softly biting your neck and shoulders. but his needs can be dealt with when you get back. this, your sanity and your happiness, is far more important.

"try not to even think about it like that, sweet girl. just enjoy yourself. promise me you'll do that? not just for me, but for you?"

you nod, humming in agreement and sitting down on the cheap plastic chair on the balcony. you knew he was right. carmen spends next few minutes whispering over and over again how wonderful of a person, wife, and mother you are. he assures you that this is right and that it's good for you. oh, how he wishes he could take every worry that ails you and toss it away. or even carry it on his own shoulders if he absolutely had to.

"call me when you get to the airport on monday, okay?"

"okay, i will. i'll text you as soon as i take off and as soon as i land. promise."

"alright, thank you. g'night, baby. get some sleep so you can have even more fun tomorrow."

"yeah, yeah. okay. gotcha."

"i love you."

"i love you, carmy."

"so much," he breaths.

"so much," you reply.

taglist : @lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber @sexyyounglatinoboy @febris-amatoria

#carmen berzatto #ugh this was so cute #also i wrote this in 30 minutes please excuse me if there are any typos!!#carmen berzatto blurb #dad!carmy x mom!reader #the bear #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmy berzatto

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skyloftian-nutcase · 10 days

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Outbreak Pt 3 (LU in Healthcare)

(Content warning, this is a plague fic, it will likely hit close to home, and there’s dark humor and character death in this part)

It started off as a whisper, but the whisper became a chatter, a groan, constant and disturbing and growing ever closer.

Cases were on the rise in the city, though the surrounding area seemed unaffected still, for now. City officials were growing concerned, and restrictions were starting to be enacted. People were asked to stay home, if possible. As for the hospital and squads…

Hyrule squinted at his email. "Wait. Didn't... didn't they say we could use alcohol wipes to clean the equipment?"

"Yeah," Mo called from the kitchenette in the station.

"Now it says we can only use bleach wipes."

Mo groaned. "Isn't that like the third policy change this week?"

"I'm still trying to figure out if we're doing a specific isolation truck or not anymore," Aurora mumbled. "Like we just had one truck dedicated to the high risk iso cases, and now we're getting so many calls for it that it's a moot point anyway."

"I think the last email said put plastic over everything for Arfy patients and then wipe everything down that you use," Mo replied.

"Wait, which email?"

Hyrule sighed. This was getting ridiculous. And he was getting just a little nervous. “When in doubt, just bleach everything, I guess.”

Aurora huffed. “Did you see the email about the respirators?”

“Which email?” Mo threw his hands in the air, exasperated. “I’ve got twenty new emails!”

“I suppose that means you’ll actually have to read them now,” Aurora noted with a snort.

“Do you all think it’ll get worse before it gets better?” Dawn asked, wringing her hands worriedly. “The OMD made it sound like that would be the case.”

“Our medical director knows more than I do,” Hyrule shrugged. “If he says it’s going to get worse—”

“No, he didn’t just say that, he said ‘it’s not a matter of if the wave hits us, but when,’” Aurora quoted, standing. “He scared the hell out of Dawn.”

“They’re pretty foreboding words,” Hyrule commented darkly, looking away. It was the main reason he was getting nervous. But he was also steeling himself. If they were in for a fight, he would face it head on.

“Okay, but what does any of this have to do with the email about the respirators?” Mo asked as he scrolled frantically through his email.

“Oh, we’re supposed to wear N95s now,” Aurora answered with a wave of her hand.

Hyrule blinked. “Wait. Aren’t—aren’t we supposed to get fit tested for those?”

“Oh, yeah,” Aurora nodded, rolling her eyes. “Here’s your official fit test: pick a mask that fits.”

“We’re all going to die, aren’t we?” Dawn questioned worriedly, hugging herself.

“Nobody’s died from Arfy yet, I don’t think,” Mo noted. “At least not here.”

“People have died,” Aurora corrected.

“Well, maybe we’ll die, then,” Mo amended.

Hyrule laughed while Aurora swatted his partner. Well… at least they’d die fighting. But he really hoped it wouldn’t get to that point.

While the rescue squads struggled to keep up with policies and slapped shoddy safety regulations into place, the hospital clamped down even further. Visitor policies had officially been revoked as of today, and it made all the providers somewhat uneasy.

In some aspects, it was helpful. In others, it made things that much harder.

Arfy patients were medical patients. Which meant the medical floor and ICU was quickly filling up while other parts of the hospital either maintained their quota or decreased as people stayed home. More and more, Four found himself floating to his friend’s ICU, and he felt fairly out of his depths about it. The one good thing was that he got to spend time with Dot. But as cases rose, so did the stress, the worry, and the heartache.

The ICU felt less like a unit where critically ill people got better and more like a place to go to die.

Four and Dot had the same patient assignment for four days in a row. It was the same assignment because nothing had changed with the patients. Intubated, sedated, paralyzed, some proned. The amount of sedation required to keep their patients under was far more than Four was used to, and it was insane how little it would take for their oxygen saturation to drop. Any semblance of activity in the body increased oxygen demand, and the instant oxygen demand increased, no amount of intervention from the ventilator seemed to help. ECMO was a word Four had hardly heard in his trauma ICU, but he heard it on a near daily basis now, being considered at rounds, being initiated with someone else’s patient.

Four was exhausted. His face was breaking out from wearing a respirator for twelve hours at a time. His feet and knees and hips hurt from standing in isolation rooms for three to four hours at a time trying to cluster all his care. And now, with the visitor restriction enacted…

Visitors were hit or miss, particularly in Four’s world. Trauma precipitated drama, and while family could be infinitely helpful and supportive, he’d also seen things go awry, had to deescalate fights or call security. In some aspects, he was thankful there were no visitors while all of this was happening; he was tired of having to explain that yes, you have to wear this gown and gloves and mask, no you can’t kiss your loved one while they’re intubated and sedated with a contagious disease… but still. He couldn’t imagine how hard it was on the family - the patients were sedated to the point that they shouldn’t be aware of anything, but the family had to agonize over the matter at home.

He didn’t like it. He understand the logic. But he didn’t like it.

And so here he sat, holding a patient’s hand while they withdrew care. Here he sat, being the only witness to someone’s last breaths while their family mourned from afar.

Four watched the heart rate steadily drop. He watched the oxygen saturation plummet. He muted the red alarms as the monitor screamed that his patient was dying, that something should be done, like an accusation and call to arms when Four knew this particular fight was over.

He wasn’t a particularly religious person, but he said a prayer for the patient and the family either way. He found himself praying a lot these days, honestly.

While the visitor policy took its toll inside the frame of work, the restrictions both inside and outside the hospital were causing further stress on everyone. Warriors had basically banned Wind from seeing him, opting to stay with Time and Malon instead, leaving the kid in the apartment. He brought food deliveries to the door, asked if Wind needed anything, but he always did so when Wind wasn’t awake - the teenager had swore up and down that if anybody got Arfy he’d take care of them, and Warriors was terrified of that promise as it was basically a threat. Time agreed that Wind didn’t need to get involved, much to the teenager’s chagrin, and Wind found himself already struggling from the loneliness and the frustration of trying to study for classes online when nobody knew what they were doing or how long this would last.

Meanwhile, Wild sat in his room, fingers aimlessly tracing over each other, the smell of bleach so fresh in his nose from scrubbing everything relentlessly for hours on end that he might as well have inhaled a bottle of it. His chest hurt. Not to mention that new disinfectant they were told to use made him cough a lot.

And he worried. Because… it had been a few days since he’d seen his father. Legend had given him updates through his sister (and made Wild swear not to tell anyone about her), and it had sounded like he was improving as expected. But now, he… the rest of the family…

It felt like a blessing and a curse. It was a guarantee that Wild couldn’t run into his mother or sister by accident, but it was also a situation that his mind screamed that he address.

He couldn’t just… he couldn’t just leave his father isolated and alone recovering in the hospital in the midst of an outbreak. He couldn’t.

But what if visiting him made things so much worse? What if it stressed his father’s recovering heart? What if it triggered more traumatic memories for Wild? He was terrified of getting anywhere near the man while he was awake, but his heart screamed that he go to him.

Wild refused to be a coward. And he refused to be heartless, despite how anxious this entire situation made him, despite how his mind screamed he keep away. So that night, when he got on to work, he took a delivery to the cardiovascular ICU and paused in front of a doorway, looking hopefully for a familiar nurse.

“Link? Wild?”

Jumping, Wild turned around to see the nurse in question, watching him scrutinously. She smiled (or at least, he assumed she did, based on how her eye crinkled above her mask) in recognition. “I thought it was you. You here to see your dad?”

Wild swallowed and nodded.

“Good, because the drama I’ve been trying to avoid has been driving me insane,” Legend’s sister said lightheartedly, but despite the casualness of her tone, the words sank into Wild’s stomach like a stone.

“Drama?” He questioned quietly.

“Nothing like… bad, I suppose, but still,” the nurse explained. “I’d be in there taking care of him and overhear him talking to his wife and he’d mention that he swore he saw you. I’m not entirely sure she’s convinced. She seems hopeful, though. But I figured it was best not to bring it up myself since I, ah, don’t know what’s going on.”

Wild felt his blood freeze. His father remembered? And he’d told his mother?

Great. This was… this was just great.

“Go see him,” Legend’s sister prompted gently. “I can tell he loves you very much and just wants to know you’re ok.”

Wild’s eyes unexpectedly burned with tears in an instant, and he was grateful he was wearing a mask to hide his expression. He nodded, hesitantly making his way towards the room.

It all seemed so normal, seeing his father sitting in a recliner looking at his phone. Wild wasn’t even entirely sure he’d recovered memories of his father like that, but somehow it seemed familiar. Abel hadn’t noticed him yet, engrossed in whatever he was looking at, brow slightly furrowed. That expression drew memories, a familiar scrutiny that he would often give Wild himself or his sister, a quiet concern and sternness that made Wild want to stiffen up and simultaneously run to him.

Damn it all, he’d missed him.

Wild swallowed his fears and stepped forward, hoping that this wouldn’t be a disaster. He knocked on the door, initially so quietly that his father didn’t hear him over the chatter of the news on the television. He knocked again.

His father looked up. Stared a moment. Went a shade paler.

Wild hastily stepped forward. “W-wait, don’t get worked up—”

His father stood, seeming mostly steady on his feet, and tried to walk to him, heedless of the cords and oxygen tubing attached, and Wild hastily met him part of the way before he ripped everything out of the wall. Abel immediately pulled him to his chest in the tightest hug Wild had ever felt, and…

And Link sank into the embrace, crying.

#writing #If you see any typos no you don’t lol #My iPad keeps editing medical terms without me noticing ugh 😩#lu in healthcare #lu hyrule #lu mo #lu dawn #lu aurora #lu four #lu dot #lu wild #Abel #sorry if this isn’t quite up to snuff as usual I don’t even know how much sleep I’ve gotten in the last 48 hours #And I want to bury myself in a hole and never come out lol #It’s been a stupidly long week and the next few months are only going to be longer and I’m already very freaking over it #Anyway there’s my mild rant for the day I guess LOL enjoy the writing

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suosgirl · 3 months

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Hello! I just gotta tell you how much I loved your "Shishtoren's princess" ☺️💖 it had me giggling and kicking my feet, I swear 🤭

I hope you don't mind me requesting a much needed suo (plus any other chatacter if u want) x reader who's always tired (totally not self endulgent 🤡).

Feel free to ignore this if you don't want to 😊

- 🐮 anon

Sleep is for the Weak (is it though?)

Word Count: 544

୨ৎ Read me before interacting!

୨ৎ Pairing: Hayato Suo x f!reader

୨ৎ Warnings: fluff (sickening fluff, like tooth-rotting fluff)

୨ৎ Note: The way that I felt so seen with this request HAHA and thank you so much for the sweetest words!! I work 2 jobs and literally I always feel like there’s never enough time in the day nor enough time to sleep so I am perpetually tired all the time. I run on iced coffee and a dream (and nicotine) haha…ha. But I really loved writing this ahhhh it was incredibly self-indulgent on my end as well!!! Thank you for the fun request my 🐮 lovebug anon!!! ♡

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♡ Suo’s an observant guy – within just hanging out with eachother a handful of times, he already noticed the little yawns that you cover your hand with or the sudden bursts of blinking that you do when you find yourself nodding off.

♡ The first time he notices it, he thinks that maybe you’ve just had a restless night … but then he sees you a couple days later and he’s seeing it again.

♡ Now he’s noticing it every time you guys are together (and even when you’re not).

♡ Sometimes you’ll be texting and it’ll go silent on your end for at least 30 minutes to an hour or two – and then he’ll get a little ping from his phone and it’s you apologizing and saying that you just woke up from a nap.

♡ He won’t admit that he thinks it’s cute and turns it on you instead.

♡ “I guess I’m not interesting enough to keep you awake :(“

♡ And then the teasing transcends from text to in-person.

♡ He sees you try to hide your little yawn by turning your face into your shoulder and he’s going in.

♡ “Oh? Is it nap time?”

♡ “Was that a yawn, my sleepy girl?”

♡ His favorite thing about teasing you while you’re tired is that you simply don’t have enough energy to banter back with him – all you can do is pout and slowly blink at him (you’re angry in lowercase).

♡ He hates that he’s weak for it.

♡ “Don’t be silly, lay on my shoulder.”

♡ For as much as he teases you though, he’s just as thoughtful.

♡ If you both are out with everyone, he’s already set a curfew in mind for when you both should leave so that you can rest.

♡ “Are you ready to leave, sleepyhead?”

♡ Absolutely loves tucking you in – it’s so domestic and sickeningly sweet but sometimes you’ll mutter a soft “thank you” and it has his heart beating just a tad faster.

♡ Bonus points: pull on his sleeve when he’s about to leave and he’s smitten.

♡ “Ah, well if you insist, love.”

♡ “Come on – scoot over, sleepy girl.”

♡ If you enjoy drinking coffee, he likes that too.

♡ There’s just something about looking down and seeing his cup of tea next to your coffee – like coffee is just so you and tea is just so him.

♡ When you lay your head in his lap, he melts at the sight. Sometimes he’ll just appreciate your beauty while you doze off.

♡ He listens to your soft breathing and runs his hands through your hair. If he’s in the mood, will let his eyes close alongside yours.

♡ Anytime you have plans together, always asks if you’re up for it. If you’re just too tired – that’s okay!

♡ He would never want you to push your body or force yourself to do something that you don’t have the energy for – simply just pats your head and asks what you’d like to do instead.

♡ Despite what you would think, doesn’t get mad at all that you fall into fits of sleep when you’re around him – because he gets to make sure that you’re resting.

#melody answers (& loves it)#hayato suo x reader #wind breaker fluff #hayato suo #going to bed rn so if this is rlly good then that means it was rlly accurate LMAO #also ... if u see typos... kindly look away #i want suo to call me a sleepy girl so bad ugh #sleepyhead too #hes just so sweet abt it i know it he told me #actually he's tucking me in rn as i write this #LOVED THIS ugh. more requests like this pls. i love cute lil requests like this.#getting delulu ending tags now #actually i hope i did ur request justice bc im second guessing now #lmk and ill rewrite it my sweet 🐮 anon #melody writes (& never stops)

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hee-blee-art · 5 months

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updated cross & halter designs ♡ crosswalk yuri

[ID: two drawing pages of a white silhouette character based on the walk sign and an orange hand objecthead character based on the don't walk sign. the latter is taller and bigger than the former. they are shown walking side by side, nuzzling, sitting together, laid out on the ground, and with their arms around each other. end ID]

#art #objecthead #wlw #lesbian #queer #gay #character design #object oc #objects #signs #oc #ocs #digital art #illustration #cross #halter #they are butch/femme <3 #edit: ugh missed the typo 😭 fixed now

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smimon · 4 months

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Feel free to express your opinion on this post or make your own poll if you believe this one is not controversial enough

#you know what to do #(push those buttons)#käärijä #tumblr polls #i hope there is no typo in the titles ugh #edit: certified no typo post (thank you tumblr user katinkulta 🧡)

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bluewlnteroses · 1 year

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i just keep thinking about harley getting to know the truth about why peter is alone and finding out why people don't remember him and for a moment thinking he's glad he got to meet him after everything went down and immediately feel guilt and shame because its not fair peter went through so much pain and had to leave everyone he knew behind but,,,, just thinking about meeting each other before and getting to know peter and then completely forget him makes his feel sick

#but harley my baby you did #there was another crying teenager at the funeral that knew exactly what you were feeling in that moment #you just don't remember him #i feel like the world could have ended right there and peter wouldn't have notice #theres a blank space since the moment tony died until weeks after the funeral so can u blame him for not remembering harley?#they met in one of the worst days of each other's life #i just can't stop thinking about them realizing they met before and being absolutely devastated on how close they were to losing each other #because yes they met they talked and acknowledge their bond with tony but they were grieving #they talked for a couple of minutes but they didn't keep in contact they didn't become friends just like that #but now they can't possibly think about not being in each other's life #and to think they were close to lose that without even realizing it..#ugh im sad don't pay attention to me #once again i do NOT care about the english language so dont bother i know there might be typos #harley keener #parkner #but platonic parkner works just fine too

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 1 year

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Graduation

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~6.3k

Summary: You go to your graduation party without Wanda

A/N: This is a slightly angsty, but mostly smutty little thing. Enjoy!

Warnings: Some angst, a lot of smut. 18+ only! I’m starting to block ageless blogs who reblog/like these posts AND follow me, FYI. So please add your age to your bio!

“Why are you being so stubborn about this? It’s not that big of a deal!”

You and Wanda rarely fight, and when you do it’s merely bickering that normally ends in compromise. It’s rare that you or Wanda do something to truly anger the other. This is why you’re a little stunned about your wife’s insistence at trying to keep you from going to this party tonight. It’s your graduation party and you want to celebrate finishing vet school, but Wanda is dead set against you going for some reason.

You have already tried to get her to come with you, but she has business to attend to later that will likely take most of the night. You’re not thrilled about that, but apparently pointing this out is not how you’re going to win this argument because Wanda just rolls her eyes at you.

“It’s not even close to the same thing, Y/n. This is work, you’re going to hang out with a bunch of drunk people!”

You can’t help but glare at her for this because not only is she being ridiculous, but she’s starting to get on your nerves. You’re not sure why she’s so set against this, but you can’t help but think it’s because she doesn’t trust you enough to go on your own.

“Work, work, work. For all I know you could be hanging out with a bunch of drunk people! At least you know where I’ll be and who I’ll be with.”

You cross your arms angrily and watch Wanda struggle to come up with a retort. She knows that you sometimes are a little peeved about not knowing the specifics of her job, but you’d never expressed your distrust in her like this. She takes a moment to breathe deeply before realizing that she’s doing this exact thing to you.

“I get that, but it’s not you that’s the problem. I don’t trust other people.”

This was the understatement of the century. Your wife was the least trusting person when it came to strangers. She’d been raised to be paranoid and she’s continued this because it keeps her safe at work. That said, you wish she could separate work from her personal life at times. She is always so afraid of something happening to you, but you can take care of yourself.

You sigh in defeat before you run a hand through your hair with a scowl. You get where Wanda’s coming from, but you can’t keep giving into her and letting her paranoia rule both of your lives.

“I get that, Wands. I do, but I’m going to this party. You can come with me, or you can just trust me to be fine on my own.”

Wanda does not like the idea of this and she’s frowning as she tries to come up with an argument but you’re already leaving. You need to get ready and you’re going to have to call your friends and tell them you’re going to be a little late.

Wanda wishes she wasn’t busy tonight because she’d love to go with you. She’d love to be your date and meet your friends, but she had something important to do tonight. She and Nat were trying to close this deal and it would mean millions for her and more loyal employees. She couldn’t risk losing that just to take you to a party.

“At least take someone with you. “

You frown at this before turning back around to face Wanda with a raised eyebrow.

“You want someone to come with me, fine. What about Nat? “

Wanda hates that she’s the first person you think of, but she shakes her head before saying that she’s busy. She rejects the idea of you taking Yelena because there is no way you would be ending the night uneventfully if you take the blonde with you. Your best friend brought the most impulsive streak out of you and you’d only been injured or at-risk multiple times in the past.

“What about Bucky?”

You laugh at this before shaking your head vehemently. Nothing against Bucky, he was a great friend, but you weren’t going to take him with you to a party that he had no interest in. Not to mention the small detail of him being interrogated all night.

“Definitely not. People might think we’re together.”

Wanda is searching for another option when you just shake your head and shoot her a serious look. You’re not in the mood to fight about this, you just want to go have fun for a few hours and then come home and go to sleep. You hope Wanda will be here, but you’re not going to count on anything.

“I’m going alone then I guess.”

You’re shocked when Wanda leaves for work about half an hour before you leave for the party. You’ve already texted your friends and they’re planning on picking you up downstairs soon. You sigh before taking one last look in the mirror to straighten out your clothes. You’re hoping to have fun tonight. You’re going to try really hard not to worry about Wanda being mad at you. Honestly, you’re a little mad at her too, but you’re willing to let that go so you can have a fun time with your friends

When your friends arrive, you’re able to push your argument with Wanda from your mind, and you quickly begin to enjoy their presences and get hyped up.

Wanda’s having a more difficult time getting focused tonight, and since she’s with Nat it’s even worse. The other redhead is easily able to tell that she’s off, but she doesn’t want to bring it up at the moment. They’re only minutes away from meeting with a client to try and settle a dispute. This is not how either of them wanted to spend their Saturday night, but Wanda in particular had something she’d much rather be doing. Nat knew about your party tonight because Yelena had complained about not being invited. She was sure that Wanda had sent Bucky to watch you regardless of whether you wanted her to or not.

Still, Wanda would have preferred to be there herself, but this damn deal had to happen tonight. Regardless, that didn’t mean she had to be happy about it, and everyone around her could tell she was in a foul mood. She wants to get this finished as soon as possible, but of course that means this is going to be drawn out and painful. Almost two hours pass before things are concluded, but Wanda still needs to hang around to make arrangements with her team. She wonders how you’re doing at the party. Hopefully you’re enjoying yourself, just not too much.

“Y/n come on! Let’s get another drink.”

You just nod in agreement as you let your friend lead you back to the bar. You’ve been having a great time so far and you’re glad that Wanda didn’t talk you into staying at home. You had spent your time catching up with your classmates, figuring out what their plans were for the next step and of course you’d been drinking. There was food here too and you ate a lot of that, but you’d also had a fair amount to drink.

You did this for multiple reasons. You wanted to enjoy yourself tonight despite your little argument with Wanda, but most importantly you wanted to relax. You’d have a long, rough 4 years in school, and tonight was the celebration of all of it. It was all over, you’d passed your boards, you had a job and you were on to bigger and better things. You were officially a doctor, and you wanted to celebrate. Your friends were great company, and dancing with all of your drunk friends was proving to be hilarious and beyond entertaining. You only thought about Wanda a handful of times, and you wish she was here with you, but you were determined to have a good time.

When you both make it to the bar you consider just getting a water. You’re a little tipsy. Your face is flushed and you’re a little tired from all of the alcohol, dancing and socializing. That said, when your friend orders you both shots, you’re not going to turn her down. After you grab your drinks, you go find a table to sit at to take a breather. You’re grateful for this and you nearly collapse into your chair with a sigh.

“So your lady didn’t come tonight?”

You sigh as you shake your head in response to this question for maybe the dozenth time since you got here. It wasn’t a secret that you were in a relationship. You liked to talk about Wanda and how great she was, but no one had met her yet. She was just so busy and paranoid that you knew she was just going to be a mystery to everyone. You wouldn’t be surprised if people thought you were lying about her.

You glance at your shot as you roll the small glass between your fingers with a shrug.

“She was busy. Work again.”

Your closest friend from vet school knows about Wanda’s less than legal job. It was impossible not to tell her after all of the times she’d try to meet her and have it cancelled last minute. She had seen a picture of the redhead and she’d heard you talk to her on the phone, but she’d never met her. She sometimes worried that the redhead wasn’t good enough for you because her presence was so variable and you had trouble relying on her. That said, you spoke so highly of her that it was difficult for her to convince you to second guess your relationship. She wanted you to be happy above all else, but she really wishes she could meet this Wanda and have a heart to heart.

“She works too damn much!”

You laugh at this and you raise your glass to clink it against your friend’s with a wide smile.

“Amen to that.”

You both down the shots quickly and talk for a little while longer before returning to the rest of your friends on the dance floor. Your class had rented out this bar for the night and it was just students and their plus ones. You friend had brought her husband, and your other friends had their significant others as well. You tried not to feel lonely among the crowd of people, despite not having the one person you’d like by your side.

“Wanda, get out of here.”

Wanda turns at Nat’s sudden declaration and she can’t help but frown at the look on her friend’s face.

“What? Why?”

Nat has to resist the urge to roll her eyes as she shoots her friend a knowing look. They’re almost done here, and honestly Wanda doesn’t need to stick around. Nat knows that she likes to be present for these sorts of things, but it’s not necessary. Not to mention, Wanda has somewhere else that she’d rather be right now, and to be honest, Nat would rather her be there too. Things have been tense given her bad mood, and she wants to give everyone a break. It’s nearly 11 and they would all rather be in bed. At the very least, Wanda should be able to go to a party with you.

“We’re almost done here, and Y/n wanted you to go with her tonight. So go.”

Wanda shoots her friend a glare but she can’t argue with what she says. She considers it for a few seconds before sighing in defeat. She doesn’t want to be here. She’s tense and frustrated, and seeing you right now would make everything better. So Wanda leaves, much to everyone’s relief and she hurries to the bar where you are hopefully still at your graduation party.

“Hey, Y/n!”

You turn at the sound of a familiar voice. You had been looking for this classmate all night and you can’t help but smile widely when you see him. He was always a friendly face who was happy to see you despite how you were feeling and how things were going. You hadn’t really talked to him outside of class, but those moments when you passed each other in the halls or your patients overlapped were special. He never failed to brighten your day.

“Hey! How’s it going? Having fun?”

The two of you talk and then grab another round of drinks, but this time you opt for something non-alcoholic. It’s been a crazy night and you’re still a little drunk, so you want to start slowing down. You have no idea what time it is, but you’re probably not going to hang out here for much longer. You’re getting tired and you miss your wife.

“Yeah, it’s been great getting to see everyone here. How are you? I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

You tell him the truth, that you’ve had a blast despite flying solo and he smiles before holding up his hand for you to high five. You’re not even sure why at first, but you don’t hesitate to meet him with a smile.

“Your girlfriend couldn’t make it?”

You don’t bother correcting him because only a select few knew that you were married. You hadn’t wanted to bring too much attention to Wanda because despite few people knowing who she truly was, you didn’t want to risk the truth getting out. So you just sigh dramatically before shaking your head with a frown. She was working.

You say this and your friend frowns as well before shaking his head. He realizes more often than not, that you’re flying solo and he can’t help but wonder why. It’s not his business, so he doesn’t ask and risk upsetting you, instead he offers his hand with a questioning look.

“That’s too bad, but perhaps you’ll allow me this dance?”

That’s how Wanda finds you when she arrives a little later. You’re still with your friend laughing and dancing with a large group of people. Wanda recognizes a few of your friends among the crowd, but most of these people she doesn’t recognize. She realizes that you’re not the only one having a really good time, and she wishes she could have been here sooner. She’s not exactly dressed for the occasion since she didn’t want to waste time running home first. She walks through the stuffy bar watching you carefully as you turn your attention to one of your good friends. You’re talking and she’s dragging you away from the middle of the crowd to show you something.

She watches you talk excitedly with her for a few minutes before she decides to announce her presence. Despite being surrounded by drunk people, some are taking notice of her, and she doesn’t want their attention right now. She came here for you after all.

“That’s amazing!!! I’m so happy for you. You’re going to be great at that!”

You hug your friend in congratulations at the news of her job. She’d been struggling to find something these past few months since she didn’t match with a residency program, but it seems like her bad luck streak is ending. You smile at her and nod when she says she’s going to find your other friend and tell her before heading out. At this point you take a second to check your phone and you see it’s nearly midnight.

“Hey, detka.”

You turn around at the sound of your wife’s voice, and you smile widely when you realize you’re not drunkenly hallucinating. You squeal in excitement as you hug the redhead who’s looking at you in amusement. You’re flushed and sweaty from your time here, but she doesn’t care about this. She’s just glad to see that you’re enjoying yourself and that you’re happy to see her. You’re definitely a little drunk too and she can’t help but smile at your uninhibited state which is evidenced by how you nearly shout at her.

“Hey! You made it! What are you doing here?”

You smile stupidly as you pull away from your wife to see her just smile at you. You want to ask how her business went, but the fact that she’s here at all is overshadowing everything else. You drag her away from the center of the crowd and into a corner where you might be able to have a modicum of privacy. She laughs at you as you hug her again and she just holds you close before offering you an answer to your question. She kisses you briefly before she tells you that work was boring and that she wanted to come see you. This makes your face light up even more, but Wanda doesn’t have much time to admire you before you’re kissing her again.

You don’t even care if people notice or gawk at you, you’re just too excited that your wife is here. You’re relieved that she doesn’t seem irritated with you and returns your kiss with enthusiasm. She tastes the many types of alcohol on your tongue and she’s surprised by how coherent you are regardless. You’re usually a lightweight and despite loving you for it, you don’t usually drink much out of fear of being drunk and less aware of your surroundings.

“I’m glad you’re here, Wands.”

You whisper this into her ear as you break away to breathe. You’re breathing hard and holding tightly to your wife’s waist as if she’ll disappear. You sigh happily before you lean more heavily on the wall behind you. You chance a look around but don’t notice any of your friends nearby. They were headed out soon, but they’d promised to say goodbye so you weren’t too worried. For now, your focus was on your beautiful wife who’s brushing a strand of hair that escaped your messy ponytail behind your ear. She returns her hand back to your hip and agrees with your sentiment.

“Me too. This is much more fun.”

You open your mouth to say something in response, but Wanda leans in to whisper in your ear at the same time that she presses her hips against yours just long enough to leave you breathless. You can’t help but stiffen and dig your nails into Wanda’s skin.

“I’m also so glad I got to see you all flushed and breathless. You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You try to hold Wanda close to you, but she moves away, and you can’t help but whine at the loss. You feel your face flushing further and you know it has nothing to do with the alcohol that is quickly leaving your system. You’re too busy thinking about the fact that Wanda is packing to realize that you’ve caught your friends’ attention. You don’t even turn at first when they call your name, but Wanda does and she immediately recognizes the duo in front of her.

“Y/n there you are! We’re about to head out.”

You finally gather your wits and you smile before standing up straight to offer them a goodbye. You hug them both before realizing that you’re being rude. You’re too frazzled to realize that your friends are looking to Wanda until they shoot a look at you.

“Oh! Right, sorry guys. This is Wanda, Wanda, meet my friends.”

The trio exchange pleasantries before there’s a loud round of cheering for something that muffles everything else you say. Your friends leave shortly after despite wanting to know more about your wife they’ve finally caught a glimpse of, but the look they shoot you tells you that you’ll be telling them later.

“Do you want to get out of here, detka?”

You don’t even have to think about it, and you’re nodding as you near drag your wife back outside. You got a ride here, so you look for Wanda’s car in the very full lot with little success. She chuckles before redirecting you with a light tug on your arm and a muttered, ‘this way’. You follow her easily and you’re near shaking in anticipation as she unlocks the doors and leads you to the passenger side.

“For you, milady.”

You just roll your eyes but hurry to get into the seat and get buckled. You’re ready to get home now, but knowing Wanda she’s going to tease you by driving as slowly as possible.

You hate how you know your wife so well and the ride home is excruciatingly long, and not just because of how slowly Wanda’s driving. For the entire ride, she’s had a hand on your thigh and with each passing minute you think she’s going to keep climbing up under your skirt only to drop back to your knee. You’re beyond frustrated right now and you can feel how soaked you are as you struggle not to shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“Almost there.”

Wanda says this despite you knowing how close you are to the compound. You have to bite back the urge to say something snarky that highlights just how close you are to snapping as well. You sigh heavily in an attempt to relax before nodding in acknowledgement. It’s not until you’re back in your rooms that you realize why Wanda drove so slowly and tortured you both.

You have her pinned against the front door and you don’t hesitate to kiss her thoroughly. You’re well beyond frustrated at this point, so when she turns her head away from you, you almost growl in annoyance.

“How are you feeling?”

You have many possible answers for this question, but you take a minute to think about it and you realize what your wife is really asking. You can’t help but feel your desire for her grow even more at the fact that she’s still looking out for you even now that you’re at home. You shake your head before shooting her a smile. You grab her hips before grinding against her with a groan.

“I feel great, Wands. Only drunk on you at the moment.”

Wanda would roll her eyes at your cheesy line if she weren’t so distracted by the feeling of you pushing against her strap. She hisses under her breath before nodding in understanding and that’s all you need.

You grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom. You groan at the sight of your wife flushed and waiting for you to make a move, and you can’t help but smile widely as you reach out for her.

“What do you say, Wands? Can I have a taste?”

She’s nodding before you even finish asking, and you can’t help but smile widely as you push her jacket off of her shoulders revealing the gun she always carries strapped to her hip. You take your time taking it off and carefully setting it aside before you turn your attention to her shirt with a sigh.

“Yes, yes. Whatever you want.”

You smile wider at this as you start to unbutton your wife’s shirt to reveal her flushed and heaving chest. You stop about half way because you have a better idea, and you reach for her belt. You studiously ignore the throbbing between your own legs, so you can focus on your wife for the time being. You know that when it comes to times like this with your wife that waiting is always worth it in the end. You undo your wife’s belt and reach into her pants with very little patience. You force yourself to take your time as you feel the strap you’ll be taking later against your palm. You both groan in unison as you squeeze and run your hand down the length experimentally. You nearly bite your lip as you imagine what it will feel like, but you shake that thought away for now to focus on Wanda.

“Y/n, please.”

Wanda shifts impatiently against the door as you continue to press against her clit with each stroke. You consider your next move carefully before you slide Wanda’s pants down her legs. You follow their path as you get to your knees in front of her. Her breath catches in her throat when she realizes what you’re going to do, but she doesn’t dare protest as you take her strap in your mouth without another word. You push Wanda’s hips back against the door as she tries to move closer to you, and she just groans in frustration. You smile as you continue to pump the length of the strap as you get it ready for you.

“Fuck, detka.”

She chances a look down at you and nearly comes at the sight of you on your knees with her strap in your mouth. She angles her hips slightly and moans as you hit her just right, and she can’t help but throw out a hand to run her fingers through your hair. She tugs on your hair a little and it makes you even wetter to know how close she is already. You can feel her knees shaking and you adjust slightly so you can support her better so she doesn’t fall on the ground.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. Are you going to come for me?”

Your only answer is a loud moan as you continue to apply pressure against your wife in a way that makes her see stars. She’s near thrashing against you as she threatens to yank out some of your hair as she comes close. She’s nodding but she can’t find the words to answer before she comes. She stiffens and her back arches against the door as she shudders in pleasure. You have to hold her up by her thighs as her legs collapse underneath her. You groan quietly as you climb to your feet and carry your wife over to the bed.

You gently set her down so she’s lying against the pillows before pulling her in for a kiss. She deepens it with a groan and her hand comes up to your neck to pull you closer to her. You are more than happy to close the distance between the two of you, and you climb up on the bed beside her as she breaks away to attack your neck.

“Fuck, Wands, I need you.”

Wanda doesn’t miss a beat as she reaches out to help you shift so your legs are on either side of her straddling her hips. You groan as you grab Wanda’s hands that are on your legs and pull them up your thighs until they’re under your skirt. You shudder and nearly buck your hips at the feeling of her hands so close to your soaked and aching core. Wanda moans as her hand travels up to the soaked fabric between your legs. You can’t help but jerk against her touch when she finds your clit. You throw your head back with a groan before you shift so you can take them off.

“I need you to fuck me hard, okay Wands?”

You watch as her pupils dilate with lust as she reaches out for you to bring you closer. She pulls you back over her lap and tries to push your skirt up until you grab her hands. You smile as she looks to you in confusion before you shake your head and move her hands to her side and hold them there.

“On second thought, I just want you to watch.”

Wanda can’t help but whine as she struggles to free her hands from yours. She wants to touch you, but the look you shoot her makes her second guess going against you. You really want the strap that’s standing up waiting for you, taunting you, but you also want your wife to do as you ask. You decide that you can wait a little longer if it means more pleasure for the both of you.

“Or I can tie you to this bed and get myself off in the other room, if you like that idea better?”

Wanda’s quick to shake her head and she stops fighting against you with a pitiful whine of defeat. You just smile at her before waiting for a few seconds to see if she’s really going to listen. You release her hands slowly and you kiss her as a reward. Wanda almost forgets right then and goes to touch you, but the sound of her hands slamming back onto the bed alert you of her near slip up. You smile into the kiss before deciding that you’ve waited long enough.

You lower yourself onto her lap and rub the strap against you with a needy groan. Wanda moans into the kiss before breaking away to watch you lower yourself onto the thick length with a sigh. When your hips meet your wife’s, you need to take a moment to breathe so you don’t come before you’re ready. You clench around the strap and bite back a moan as you shudder in need.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

You slowly start to rock your hips against Wanda’s and you feel her stiffen beneath you. You open your eyes to see her watching you with a pained, desperate expression. She looks like she’s dying to reach out and touch you as she fists the sheets beneath her, and you smile proudly at her. You know that Wanda feels each thrust of your hips, but she continues to keep her hands to herself which you’re honestly not sure you could have done without being physically forced to. For this, you decide to give your wife a little reward, and you sigh in relief as you begin rolling your hips harder against Wanda who can’t hold back a loud moan.

“Shit, detka, please, please.”

You ignore your wife’s pleas for now as you run your hands up your own thighs and push up your skirt. It takes Wanda a minute to realize you’ve done this, but once she looks up at you again, she is able to see her strap disappear inside of you with each roll of your hips. She has to bite her lip and squeeze her eyes shut to keep from coming at that sight alone, and as a result she misses your smug smirk as you start to pick up the pace.

“Did you plan on this happening Wands? Did you come to my party packing because you knew it would drive me crazy?”

Wanda’s nodding and muttering incoherently as she starts to meet your thrusts with her hips. You don’t tell her off, so she takes this as permission to continue. She hisses when a particularly hard thrust makes her shudder in pleasure and she curses under her breath.

“Did you imagine dragging me to the bathroom and fucking me where anyone could walk in or hear us? Does the thought of that get you off?”

Wanda doesn’t have a chance to struggle to respond before you stiffen above her and curse loudly. You come suddenly and violently as pleasure shoots up your spine and sends a wave of heat all the way to your toes. You don’t realize that Wanda’s panting beneath you until you reach out for her hands with a pleased smile. You take a moment to catch your breath before shooting your wife a questioning look.

“Do you want to show me how well you can fuck me?”

Wanda doesn’t need to respond with words, she moves so quickly, and you just meet her lips for another kiss before lifting yourself off of her. You groan at the loss and move away so Wanda can get up. She chases after you but you move away from her with a sigh. You stretch out, and you lift your shirt over your head before lying on your back with a sigh.

“Can you come take this off for me?”

Wanda is helpless to resist and she crawls towards you to help you take off your skirt. She allows her hands to run down your legs as she does and you just hum appreciatively before reaching for your bra.

Wanda doesn’t need to be told and she reaches out to remove your bra with a quick snap before flinging it off the bed. You laugh at this but she ignores you as she takes a moment to look at you. You’re beautiful and flushed and Wanda can’t ignore the urge to mark you so everyone else can know that you’re hers. She thinks back briefly to the friend she saw you dancing with. He seemed familiar and she’s going to have to ask you about him later. For now, though, she plans on taking advantage of your willingness to let her take over. She watches wordlessly as you roll over onto your stomach with a sigh before looking over your shoulder at her with a grin.

“You’re allowed to touch me now.”

Wanda is on you in that same instant, and you have to hold back your initial reaction to jump in surprise. You sigh in relief when you feel your wife’s hands trail down your back to your waist before trailing back up to your shoulders. You have to bite back your urge to demand she hurries up because you just handed control over, and you knew your wife well enough to know that she’d exercise it without hesitation. For this reason, you just take a deep breath and hold your tongue as Wanda finally starts to spread your legs. You hiss and then curse when Wanda sneaks a hand between your legs and pushes two fingers into you. She can’t resist the urge to taste you and despite the annoyed groan you let out, she pulls her fingers free too quickly in your opinion, but you don’t have a chance to complain before Wanda crawls closer to you.

“You taste so good, detka.”

You groan in need and start to shift impatiently, and Wanda’s quick to still you with a hand on your hip. You are about to demand that she touch you when you finally feel the tip of her strap tease your folds. You tense and moan in anticipation as Wanda starts to push into you slowly. You think she’s going to tease you mercilessly until she bottoms out suddenly making you curse and moan. You groan as Wanda lifts your hips so she can push even further in and you almost collapse back onto the bed.

You miss her smile over your shoulder as you groan at the feeling of her filling you up. This angle lets her hit your g spot with each stroke and you know you won’t last long. Wanda doesn’t seem very concerned about this as she starts to thrust harder, and her pace leaves you breathless.

“Fuck, fuck!”

You moan loudly as Wanda continues to throw her hips against yours. She spreads your legs wider before leaning over you so she can fuck into you just right. You nearly black out when you feel her brush against that spot that has you seeing stars. You’re about to fall apart when Wanda’s hand sneaks down to press against your stomach and you come immediately. You curse and struggle to catch your breath as Wanda continues to fuck you senseless. You fall against the bed and your face is hot against the sheets as they muffle your screams. You are still in the middle of your orgasm when Wanda flips you over onto your back.

If you weren’t already breathless, it would have knocked the air from your lungs. Wanda’s intent to steal it from you anyway as she leans over and kisses you deeply as she continues to thrust into you. Her hands move from your hips up to your breasts, and you’re arching into her touch with another moan.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could fuck you all night if you let me.”

Despite how amazing this sounds; you highly doubt you’d be able to last that long. You were tired before you got home, but now you’re near exhaustion as Wanda continues to work you up to the point of near insanity. You reach out to bring her closer to you digging your nails into her shoulder blades. She groans at the feeling of you breaking skin despite the fact she still has her shirt on. You quickly go to fix this as you start tugging on the fabric before pulling her closer so you can kiss her again.

“Fuck, I’m—”

You can’t even finish your thought before you’re coming for a third time. This one makes your body feel like it’s made of jelly and you go limp. Wanda comes right after you and she curses under her breath as she starts to pull out but you stop her with a hand on her wrist. She looks up to see you shooting her a smile as you start to sit up.

“Again.”

Wanda can’t keep the shock she feels from showing on her face and you have to resist the urge to laugh at her. She’s following your lead and helping you sit up before you pull her close and wrap your arms around her.

“Seriously??”

You look over your shoulder to the bathroom because you’re even sweatier than when you came home and you need to change that now. You tap her on the shoulder while shooting her a serious look that she just rolls her eyes at.

“Yes, shower. Now please.”

Wanda sighs as she lifts you into her arms and takes you into the bathroom; you laughing all the way there.

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