#and after the incident where they lost their eye they’re So ready for this to be over

[arolesbianism]

Been working on some first run Chou sprites for funsies, here’s a handful of the ones I’ve done so far

[solxamber]

Chasing Fairytales || Neige LeBlanche

Neige is convinced that you're either allergic to him specifically or he's done something to offend you with the way you're avoiding him. You're just trying not to get blinded by his smile.

Neige LeBlanche is baffled. Every time he sees you, your face contorts like you just bit into a lemon dipped in hot sauce while sitting on a cactus. It's a new look, and honestly, it worries him. You used to at least smile at him, maybe even nod, like normal people do. But now? Now, you treat him like he’s carrying some weird medieval plague.

He thinks back to every interaction. Did he step on your foot? Spill something on you? No, nothing comes to mind. One day you were acquaintances—maybe even teetering on the edge of friendship—and the next, you were bolting out of rooms faster than a cat hearing a vacuum.

Which brings him to his current situation: sitting in the house he shares with his friends. They’re all squished together on the couch, and Neige is surrounded by blank stares. These guys are his sounding board, but right now, they’re as useful as a broken umbrella in a hurricane.

“Did you sneeze on them?” Grum suggests, not even looking up from his game console.

“No, no, that wouldn’t be it,” Dominic pipes up, adjusting his glasses. “Maybe you accidentally sent them a weird text? Like one of those autocorrect disasters?”

Neige shakes his head, thoroughly confused. “I haven’t texted them anything strange…”

Hop, sitting cross-legged on the floor, nods sagely. “Maybe they saw you at a buffet once and you took the last of the mashed potatoes. People hold grudges over that kind of stuff.”

Timmy just blushes and mumbles something unintelligible while Snick chimes in with, “Could it be allergies? Maybe they’re allergic to you?”

At this point, Neige is spiraling. Allergies? Mashed potatoes? Is there a secret mashed potato incident he forgot about?

Toby simply taps Neige’s shoulder, holding up a drawing of two people holding hands with a big smiley face. Neige squints at it and tries to translate Toby's silent wisdom. “So… I should hold their hand? Is that what you’re saying?”

The group falls silent for a moment, pondering this profound suggestion. Then Shelpie yawns and says, “Maybe you’re just overthinking it. People are weird.”

Neige sighs, still no closer to figuring out why you’ve suddenly started acting like he’s carrying the plague.

Neige comes back to the club room after a long day of shooting and classes, ready to grab his bag and head home. As he's packing up, something catches his eye—a boxed lunch sitting right there on his desk. He blinks at it, confused. Is this...lost and found material? Was someone in too much of a hurry and just ditched it here?

But then he sees the note. "I’m cheering for you, Neige!" followed by a heart and a little smiley face. The handwriting is unmistakable—it’s yours. He stares at it, even more confused now, and kinda flattered too.

He scratches his head, wondering if he's entered some bizarre alternate universe where the person who avoids him like he's contagious is also sending him homemade lunches. "What did I do to deserve this?" he mumbles to himself, half expecting a hidden camera crew to pop out and yell “Surprise!”

Another day, Neige is stranded on campus, waiting for the rain to stop. His umbrella? Oh yeah, he gave that to a girl with a cold earlier because he's just that nice. Now he’s soaking and shivering under a tree, watching the downpour like it personally offended him.

Suddenly, he hears footsteps and sees you walking by, your jacket pulled tightly around you. It's the perfect chance to finally talk to you, to maybe say thanks for the mystery lunch. He smiles at you, hoping this might be the icebreaker he’s been waiting for.

Your reaction? You freeze like you’ve just seen a ghost, eyes wide and panicked, and before he can even get a "Hey, how are you?" out, you launch your umbrella at him like it's a grenade. "Wha—?" he barely gets the word out before you're gone, running away with your jacket awkwardly balanced over your head like a makeshift hood.

Neige stands there, soaked and confused, holding your umbrella and thinking, "We could have shared that, you know…"

The next day, he spots you again, this time crouched in the courtyard, petting a cat. You're cooing at it, making all those weird sounds people make when they think no one's watching, and the cat?

It's loving it, basking in the attention like it's at a spa. Neige sees an opportunity to approach—no rain this time, no excuses. He kneels beside you, reaching out to pet the cat too. "Cute, isn’t it?" he says, smiling softly.

You, on the other hand, barely look at him. "Yes, cat," you mumble like it's some kind of mantra, eyes darting nervously. Then you do a quick check of your phone and blurt out, “Oh no, I’m late for our class!” before bolting upright and sprinting off like a marathon runner.

Neige watches you go, utterly perplexed. "That class is in five hours," he says to the cat, who just looks up at him with a smug purr, like it's in on some cosmic joke that Neige will never understand.

Neige is lost. He's been called naive before, but this? This is a whole new level of confusion. And maybe—just maybe—a little heartbreak. You used to treat him like an actual person, not just a walking photoshoot waiting to happen.

Now? You're acting like he’s got some sort of rare, contagious celebrity plague, the kind of thing you’d catch from standing too close to a red carpet. Every time you see him, your face scrunches up like you just bit into an entire lemon, rind and all.

He’s walking through campus when he spots you with Vil. Now, Neige likes Vil. He admires him, even. Dreams of the day they’ll sit together, drink tea, and discuss which highlighter makes you look “ethereal but approachable.”

But right now, all he sees is you laughing and waving your hands like you’re auditioning for a role in a one-person circus, and Vil? He’s smiling at you like you’ve just told the funniest joke on the planet. And Neige feels something... alien.

It’s not heartburn from that extra-large mocha frappuccino he had earlier—no, this is worse. His stomach twists, his heart sinks, and it’s official: Neige, the cinnamon roll of the universe, is jealous.

Back home, he gathers his trusty team of consultants: Timmy, Toby, and the rest of the gang, who are sitting around the table, looking like they’re about to solve world hunger or invent a new kind of pizza. Neige dumps the whole story on them, his head in his hands.

“And then,” Neige groans, “they just ran away, like I had some kind of... I don’t know... ‘Famous-People-itis!’”

Timmy leans back, strokes his chin with all the fake wisdom of someone who has never solved a problem in his life, and says, “Neige, it’s obvious.”

Neige perks up. “It is?”

“Oh yeah.” Timmy nods solemnly, like he’s about to deliver a TED Talk. “They’re sick.”

Neige stares at him. “Sick?”

Hop jumps in, wide-eyed like he’s just cracked the code to the universe. “Yeah! It’s so clear! They’ve got a classic case of... uh... ‘Stage-Fright-itis.’ Happens all the time when regular folks meet people like you.”

Neige blinks. “That’s... not a thing.”

Hop waves him off, undeterred. “Totally a thing. Maybe they’re allergic to fame. It’s like how some people get hives around cats. You’re like a walking award show, man. Just your presence makes people break out in nervous sweats.”

Dominic nods sagely. “Or worse. They could’ve caught ‘Starstruck Syndrome.’”

Timmy gasps, clearly thrilled by this new theory. “Yes! Classic symptoms: sudden avoidance, inability to make eye contact, randomly throwing umbrellas at you instead of saying hello—textbook case.”

Neige stares between them, confused but desperate. “So... you think they’re avoiding me because they’re sick? Like, fame-sick?”

Snick shrugs. “I mean, what else could it be? You’re Neige LeBlanche, man! Maybe they’re just overwhelmed by your... Neigeness.”

Neige feels like he’s fallen into some kind of alternate reality where this actually makes sense. He nods slowly, trying to absorb it. “Okay, so... they’re not mad at me? They’re just... allergic to me?”

Timmy grins. “Exactly! Just give it time. Maybe bring them a cup of tea. Or like... a calming crystal. And if it gets worse, well, maybe invest in a hazmat suit. Just in case.”

You don’t know how this happened. One minute you’re chatting with Neige, all sunshine and sparkles, and the next, you wake up in a cold sweat, realizing you are absolutely, horrendously down bad for him. It’s not even subtle. It’s like a piano fell from the sky and crushed your chest with feelings.

But you? You’re... well, you. Neige is a celebrity, practically a walking ray of sunshine wrapped in a Disney Princess aura. Birds sing when he passes by, small woodland creatures would probably braid his hair if they had thumbs. And you? You’re the person who trips over their own shoes and talks to houseplants like they can solve your problems.

So, naturally, you do what any responsible person would do when faced with a crush that could upend their entire existence: you avoid him. Completely.

You’ll still be polite, of course—leave him the occasional lunch with a cute note, chuck an umbrella at him when it’s raining—but actual conversation? Nah.

That’s just asking for trouble. You’re already too attached, and the last thing you need is for this crush to grow into a full-blown romantic disaster.

One day, you’re chatting with Vil—well, "chatting" is a strong word. You’re pacing back and forth like a caffeinated squirrel, ranting about Neige and gesturing so wildly that Vil could probably make a whole meme compilation of just your hand movements.

“And he’s just so... pretty! It’s not fair! How can someone be that perfect? I swear, he’s like—like—” You flail dramatically, trying to find words for the cosmic injustice that is Neige LeBlanche.

Vil, who has been quietly sipping his tea, raises an eyebrow and watches the spectacle. At first, he’s mildly entertained. But the more you rant, the more he realizes something: you’re down bad.

You, who have somehow mastered the art of functional chaos, are completely, hopelessly in love with Neige. And Neige, poor, oblivious Neige, probably thinks you’ve contracted some rare, Neige-specific allergy.

Vil starts to laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a full-on, head-back, hand-over-mouth, this-is-the-best-day-ever laugh. He finds it hilarious that you, despite being tangled in your own feelings, have the emotional awareness of a potato. And Neige? Well, he’s just confused, which is even better.

“You’re fools,” Vil says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Both of you. Foolishly in love.”

You don’t even register his comment. You’re too busy waving your hands around, grumbling, “It’s just... it’s not fair! Why does he have to be that pretty? I mean, does he wake up with that face?”

Vil sips his tea, smirking. This is prime entertainment. And that’s when he notices Neige across the way, glancing over at you two with wide, unsure eyes. Ah, poor, innocent Neige.

With a bit of mischievous spite—and maybe a touch of pity—Vil lets out a soft sigh and shifts his expression. He stares at you with the most lovesick gaze he can muster, his eyes practically glowing with “adoration.” It’s a look straight out of a romance drama, and he knows it’s Oscar-worthy.

Neige sees it. And Vil sees him see it. The realization hits Neige like a freight train. His eyes widen, his mouth opens in a soft, shocked “O,” and Vil? Oh, Vil is living for this. The confusion, the dawning horror, the jealousy—all of it.

Neige, who probably hasn’t had a jealous bone in his body until this moment, now looks like he’s contemplating the meaning of life, death, and why Vil is looking at you like that.

Meanwhile, you’re still pacing, completely oblivious to the emotional chaos you’ve just triggered. “And another thing—how does he smell that nice all the time? It’s not normal, Vil. It’s witchcraft. I bet he’s got a secret team of scent specialists just following him around.”

Vil stifles another laugh. “Yes, yes. Quite the mystery.”

Neige, on the other hand, is staring at the two of you like you’ve just declared war. He doesn’t understand it yet, but for the first time in his life, he feels something dark and uncomfortable curl in his chest.

Vil catches his eye again and gives him the tiniest smirk. Neige stiffens.

You, still on your rant, throw your hands in the air. “I just... I don’t get it. It’s like... he’s too perfect. I can’t deal with it.” And Vil can't even muster the energy to get offended. He thinks this is prime entertainment.

Vil pats your shoulder, thoroughly amused. “Perhaps you should... have a word with him.”

You stop, finally noticing Vil’s smug grin. “What? Why?”

Vil just smirks and takes another sip of tea. “Oh, nothing. Just a hunch.”

You’ve finally decided that enough is enough. You’re going to talk to Neige. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say—probably something awkward about feelings and how he’s so perfect it makes your head spin—but the important thing is that you’ve made up your mind.

It’s time to stop running away like a scared cat and face him like a grown adult. Or, at the very least, someone who’s pretending to be a grown adult.

So, you walk to his house, your heart hammering in your chest, rehearsing about a dozen different ways to break the news. "Hey, Neige, I think I might be a little bit in love with you..." or maybe, "So, uh, funny story, I can’t look at you because you’re too attractive and it’s ruining my life."

But just as you raise your hand to knock, the door flies open, and there’s Neige, looking frazzled and... holding a hazmat suit.

“Here!” He thrusts it at you like it’s a life-saving device. You blink at the suit, then at him.

“Uh... why?”

“Because you’re allergic to me!” Neige says, as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.

You stare. He stares back, eyes wide and earnest, and you can’t decide whether you want to laugh or cry.

“Neige, that’s not... that’s not a thing that happens to people.”

“But you’ve been avoiding me!” he blurts, clutching the hazmat suit like it’s his last defense. “Every time I see you, you run away, or—” he frowns slightly, “—you throw things at me, like umbrellas! I just thought... maybe you were... allergic?”

You feel a pang of guilt seeing the hurt in his eyes. Here’s Neige, genuinely thinking he’s the problem, when really the only issue is that he’s so perfect it makes your brain short-circuit.

You take a deep breath. It’s now or never. “Neige, I’m not allergic to you. I just...” You swallow, trying to find the right words. “I’ve been avoiding you because... I like you. A lot. Like, in a romantic way.”

For a moment, the world stops. Neige blinks, his face blank as his brain processes your words. Then his heart stutters, and before you know it, he’s dropping to one knee.

You panic. “Wait—what are you doing?!”

Is he skipping directly to a proposal? Is he about to reject you so hard he’s physically collapsing? You stare, horrified, wondering how things escalated this quickly.

But then Neige laughs, a bright, happy sound that immediately sets your heart racing in a different way. “No, no, I’m not proposing! I mean—unless you want me to—but, um, I was just going to ask if you’d be my partner.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and then before you can stop yourself, you grab him by the collar and kiss him. His lips taste like cotton candy and a dream come true, and for a moment, everything feels like a fairytale.

When you finally pull away, Neige’s smile is so blinding it’s a wonder the sun hasn’t given up trying. “I think I was... jealous?” he says, almost like he’s surprised by the revelation. “That’s never happened to me before. When I saw you with Vil... I didn’t like it.”

You laugh, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. “Vil? Don’t worry about him. He’s my friend. He was just messing with you for fun.”

Before Neige can respond, there’s a loud achoo from behind a nearby bush. You both turn to see his friends slowly emerge, looking sheepish. Snick is rubbing his nose, and Grum is pretending he wasn’t just crouched in the bushes like a nosy little spy.

“Well, this is awkward,” you mutter, feeling your face heat up.

But they aren’t even phased. They burst out cheering, clapping and whistling like they’ve just witnessed the grand finale of a romantic drama. You can’t help but laugh as they chant congratulations, even though you want to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment.

Neige turns to you, smiling that bright, pure smile of his. “Maybe this is a fairytale ending after all.”

And for once, you think maybe—just maybe—you’ve finally found your happily ever after.

Masterlist

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Eight: Surprise. Tommy's had a really, really bad shift (off-screen), and he shows up to the greatest surprise ever: his boyfriend, pasta, and comfort. Edit: I just realized Tumblr somehow lost my tag for @bucktommyfluffebruary and my AO3 link. Why, Tumblr. Why.

It’s been a terrible shift, and Tommy is ready for it to be over. He’s going to plaster a million posters around the Hollywood sign that say: “If you fall/slip trying to climb on or around this, LAFD will no longer rescue your dumb ass and you’ll have to live with the fucking consequences.”

Lucy, Braun, and Melton agree with him, Cap thinks it’s a bad idea. They’re spitballing less extreme alternatives to keep their minds off the calls that came before the Hollywood sign incident, because if Tommy thinks about a couple of them for too long he’ll probably start crying.

When he pours himself into his truck, he drives home on autopilot and parks in the driveway, because he has the Chevelle on the car lift at the moment. He blinks at his front door, because the three small square windows at the top have light filtering through. There’s no way he left the lights on when he left for work two days earlier, but he also might have. He can’t tell anymore.

He unlocks the door and goes inside, and the house smells like food. He can hear a podcast or something in the kitchen and follows the sound just in time to see Evan close the oven door.

“Oh!” Evan says when Tommy sets his bag down on the island. He whirls around and grins, tapping his phone on the counter and cutting off the man who was talking about something related to the Manhattan Project. “Hey, baby. I wanted to surprise you with dinner.”

And the sight of Evan in his kitchen making him what smells like something with sauce and cheese and herbs and who knew what else after one of the worst shifts Tommy’s had in years is what breaks him. He covers his hand with his mouth to muffle a sob, and Evan’s arms are around him so fast it’s like he teleported across the room.

“Hey,” Evan murmurs in his ear, rubbing his back. “Hey, I know. C’mere, you’re okay, you’re home, everything’s okay here.”

He’s kissing the side of Tommy’s head and his hair and his forehead and whispering reassurances that Tommy actually believes, because Evan knows. Even if he doesn’t know exactly what happened, he knows, and it’s worth everything.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there, but after a while they’re just hugging each other and Tommy has his cheek on Evan’s shoulder and his nose against the side of his neck. When he straightens up, Evan’s hands come up to his face and wipe away tears and brush over the scratch on his cheek. His eyes are so blue and clear and full of concern and love, and Tommy fights down everything inside him that wants to tell him he doesn’t deserve this.

“Are you hungry or do you want to go lay down?” Evan asks, pressing their foreheads together.

“I can eat,” Tommy says, and his voice sounds thick and nasally. He needs to blow his nose. “I should eat.”

“I’m making stuffed shells, and there’s some sprouts and stuff,” he says, massaging the back of Tommy’s neck with gentle squeezes of his hand. “And there’s cheesecake after. Or we can have it now.”

Tommy melts under Evan’s touch and smiles. “I can wait.”

He kisses the corner of Evan’s mouth and then gives him a soft kiss before stepping away. He really needs to blow his nose, but he’s back at Evan’s side as soon as he’s done. Evan’s putting a salad together, so Tommy doesn’t feel so bad about draping himself over him while he does it.

“Did you know?” he asks, his voice muffled against his stolen flannel that Evan’s wearing.

“I had a feeling,” Evan replies, pausing to reach up and hold Tommy’s hand where it’s resting over his heart. “You didn’t text back much, and I heard about last night before I left the station.”

Tommy shudders and squeezes his eyes shut, and Evan’s other hand comes up to also squeeze his forearm, and lips press against the inside of his bicep when Evan turns his head. Tommy will talk about some of it, probably, but it’ll be later. He needs to just not be immersed in horror for a little bit. He needs carbs and cheese and his boyfriend.

“This is ready, you wanna eat?” Evan asks, and Tommy nods. “Okay, let’s go, I’ll get your plate.”

They end up eating curled up on the couch so Tommy can turn on a movie. He’s been showing Evan some queer movies, because Evan’s actually been interested in those, and they watch Big Eden. Tommy needs something warm and fluffy, and it’s like the cinematic equivalent of a warm hug.

They pause about two thirds of the way through so Evan can grab them dessert, and he comes out with the entire cheesecake and two forks.

“We’re adults,” he says to Tommy’s raised eyebrows. “We could’ve had frosting for dinner if we wanted.”

He eats almost a quarter of the cheesecake—it’s a small cheesecake—and ends up stretched out on the couch with Evan on top of him until the movie’s over.

“I liked that one,” Evan says, rubbing his cheek against Tommy’s chest. “Tired?”

“No,” Tommy says, because he’s really not. He’s exhausted, but he doesn’t know when he’ll sleep next.

Evan looks up at him and reaches up to stroke his knuckles over Tommy’s jaw. “Want to watch another one?”

He leans into the touch and sighs. “Yeah.”

They make it through The Birdcage and halfway through Love, Simon before Tommy falls asleep. When he wakes up, Evan’s drooling on his chest and the Roku screensaver is on.

“Baby,” he whispers, kissing Evan’s curls and inhaling the smell of his shampoo.

Evan inhales sharply and slow blinks at him like a cat. “Mm. ‘Zit?”

Tommy looks at his watch. “It’s 3:30. We should go to bed.”

His boyfriend nods and sits up. They strip down to their underwear and crawl into bed, and Tommy pulls Evan’s sleep-warm body against his under the cool duvet.

“Love you,” he whispers.

“Love you so-o much,” Evan mumbles back, stroking Tommy’s side.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He can see Evan’s smile in the dim light filtering in through the window. “Anytime.”

[iggyshippingcorner]

working on something to post here that’s a bit odd, but I’m just so taken with it. it essentially boils down to “low level telepathy soulmate bullshit meant to torture robotnik specifically”. robotnik starts picking up subconscious thoughts from stone when they’re in the lab together and it leads to them kissing about it. how do i get from point A to point B? no idea!

included what i have so far under the cut in case anyone’s interested :D

*~~~~~~~~~~~~*

It starts with a whisper.

Touch me. Touch me.

Robotnik’s on hour 27 of his workday, and auditory hallucinations are fairly par for the course. As much as he likes to treat his body like a machine, there are still undeniable faults and quirks in his biological programming. And they are hallucinations, must be, because Stone is within eyesight and very unconscious, and the odd whispers are most certainly his voice. ( why exactly he is hallucinating stone’s voice saying such things is not something he wishes to look at directly, so he doesn’t. )

He does nothing about it. They’re easy enough to ignore, just barely audible and slipping between his own half-hearted mumblings as he finishes the final touches on the new prototype coming to life in his hands. Stone continues to sleep at his work station, slumped down onto his desk.

He’s doing that thing again where he lies so still and silent in his little corner that Robotnik half wonders if he’s even still alive, but he’s got Stone’s vitals up on a mostly unused holoscreen for monitoring, and he’s doing just fine. He ought to send the man home, but he’d just turn right back up at the lab with a head full of ideas about Robotnik’s own sleep schedule and health and what-have-you.

Touch me. Touch me.

He finishes the prototype right as the sun begins to rise again, and he pushes himself back away from his worktable, wheeled chair squeaking loudly in the otherwise silent lab. Stone jerks upright at the noise, vitals flashing briefly as he goes from deep slumber to wide awake alarmingly quickly. A slight gesture hides the vitals from view, dispelling the data as Stone stands from his desk and rejoins the land of the living with uncanny speed.

“Nice of you to rejoin us,” Robotnik drawls. “How was your beauty sleep?”

Stone’s only signs of having just woken up are the strands of hair coming free of his usual slicked back hairstyle and falling against his forehead, and the way he actually opens his mouth to answer the entirely hypothetical question. Robotnik cuts him off with a flapping hand before he can even begin. “Ababab— not interested. I need you to ready the indoor range for testing. This bad boy is finally ready for some hands on fieldwork.”

Stone lights up at the declaration, and he takes a couple cautious steps towards the worktables gathered at the centre of the lab floor. His eyes are all shiny and wide, filled with adoration that goes fully unhindered by his sudden awakening and apparent exhaustion. Robotnik magnanimously allows him closer, and then close enough to admire the prototype properly, knowing well what would come spilling out of his agent’s mouth.

You are magnificent. Incredible. A wonder to behold. I’m in awe of you, always, always.

“It’s amazing, doctor! Your work is magnificent, as always.”

Dual tones. Robotnik has to focus to parse the whispers, lurking just beneath Stone’s spoken words. They are so much more… they’re directed at him, in a way that Stone only rarely uses— sparing in his direct compliments after the incident with the incendiary grenade prototype that nearly demolished their entire working floor.

( look, it’d been a long day and Robotnik hadn’t expected such direct and effusive praise. he dropped the damn thing on accident and nearly lost both eyebrows AND his moustache. they don’t talk about it. )

He has to clamp down on every traitorous reaction his sleep-deprived body attempts to make in response to the perceived ego stroke. It’s not even real, for crying out loud! He allows himself a victory smirk at the real, verbal praise, however. It is rather incredible, isn’t it? “Of course it is, Stone. How could it be anything less?”

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

"After the condom under the coffee table incident, you’re surprised Noah even speaks to you at all." GIRL WHAT?! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA I need to know what happened here.

oh girl, this was a fun little something i mentioned when brain dumping with @youunravelme and had to include it in a fic! i’ll pop the details in a headcanon post bc it’s not really enough for a full fic 😂

so mat and squeaks are like horny freaks in love

they’re genuinely so annoying because they constantly have to be touching each other

i feel like it’s been established that they have sex whenever and wherever

and as noted in the fic, their couch gets a lot of action lmao

so sometimes they just get too in the moment and have no idea what’s going on

they “forget” condoms more often than they actually remember or legitimately forget them

and the Incident happened when they were throwing a party or a get together (some event where the whole team was invited)

maybe a super bowl party or whatever

but with everything all set up and ready to go mat and squeaks start to get touchy and end up rolling around on the couch, both pants less

the condom comes out, is ripped open and crumpled in squeaks’s hand because mat pushes into her, “just the tip, baby”, before she get roll it on him

they get lost in the moment and they’re fucking five ways from sunday on the couch, so the condom gets lost to the floor and somehow kicked under the coffee table

they manage to clean everything up before everyone arrives and no one is the wiser that mat had squeaks bent in half with her knees by her ears just fifteen minutes ago

until

poor noah

drops his phone on the floor and bends down to pick it up

he spots the condom under the coffee table and it’s all crumpled up (clean!! but he doesn’t know that!!) and looks used

he’s immediately horrified and refuses to look squeaks in the eye for the rest of the night

he mutters to mat about the condom, annoyed that he has to know anything about their sex life

mat’s like whoops our bad and never actually corrects the assumption that it’s a used condom

he tells squeaks the story later, when they’re tangled up in bed and he has to get up to get rid of the (actually used) condom

she’s mortified of course

and somehow the story gets around the locker room and mat’s like “that’s not even close to the only place we’ve done it”

and “it’s our house why shouldn’t we fuck on all the surfaces”

the wags hear about it and squeaks is like “we clean omg!!!! we don’t let you guys come over and like touch our mess!!!”

but the damage is done

and that’s why mat and squeaks never host team events or parties again

and poor noah finally can have a normal conversation with squeaks again, until of course he catches a glimpse of the nude polaroids she gives mat

mat’s like stop looking!

noah’s like she’s like a big sister to me i don’t wanna look!!!!

again, they’re madly in love and match each other’s freak, especially when it comes to having sex all over their house

[where-dreamers-go]

"Possible" Edmund Pevensie x Reader

(A/N: Here’s an insert reader with another Worst Day idea set during the reign of the Pevensies in Narnia. Reader appears human, but they’re Narnian, so there’s a lot of ancestry of nonhumans. Warnings: Minor angst and fluff. Word Count: 1,665 words)

Days shone bright over the land of Narnia. An age of warmth during the rule of the kings and queens. Such a safe and happy time. Narnia prospered as many imagined it would after the White Witch was defeated. Years of peace made bad memories of the endless winter seem so far away. Even if Queen Lucy was often known to tell Tales of the Wardrobe and their first coming to Narnia. You knew of no one who did not fancy hearing it repeated. As a narnian, you were proud to work within Cair Paravel often serving meals, making sure the Kings and Queens had what they needed. What you were not proud of was a chain of incidents so absurd. You had ran your hand into a doorway early in the morning. A pain appeared so gradually and intensely that you had not uttered a sound. Later when you were in the kitchen, ready to place breakfast on the trays, you had spilled a good portion of water and freshly squeezed fruit juice onto the floor. You and a Kindly bird cleaned the mess the best one could with a cleaning cloth. The delay was hardly noticed by the Kings and Queens who had been engaged in what news they had received from their friends in Archenland. You were thankful for the distraction. However, you nearly tripped on your way to the table when King Edmund peered over to you with his intelligently warm gaze and smile.

By the Lion, what had come over you? Such a question you would think repeatedly. By midday, you had managed to have your clothes caught in a door, temporarily lost a shoe outside by the rocks while exploring, popped yourself in the nose with your own hand, and broke a spoon. Out of all of the minor accidents, you still could not fathom how the spoon snapped at the handle.

Better than a knife, you supposed as you and two others carried trays of assorted food. As well, it was better then, in the kitchen, than out where more eyes could had witnessed. You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you placed the tray down with no incident. Leaving the royals to their meal, you stood by the wall. Out of the way, but nearby in case you were needed. One step backwards and your back came into contact with something.

CRASH

The room fell silent as you had already turned at the sudden sound. You had knocked over a vase. Oh no. The faun beside you glanced you over, checking if you were alright. In a quick peep, you witnessed kind and concerned faces of the Kings and Queens. Oh, how you could cry. You mumbled a reply to your friend and hastily picked up the pieces. Swallowing as a lump formed in your throat, you held yourself together. “Are you well?” Queen Lucy inquired, already poised to stand from her seat. “Well as ever,” you announced with a wavering tone. One you noticed and very well knew was obviously heard. Quickly, you finished up and scurried out of the room. How careless and clumsy can I possibly be? You chastised yourself as you made as much distance between yourself and the royals as fast as possible without running. On the way, you disposed the pieces of vase elsewhere.

Air. I simply need air. A breeze. You heard rapid footsteps in the hall behind you, but you ignored them. Needing to pull yourself back together was top priority. You weren’t in their way, surely. Walking out onto a balcony, you leaned back against a column and sighed. And the day is still quite young. Anything was possible. Tears blurred your vision as they built up for release. Emotions could not be contained forever. The call of your name startled you, however recognizing the owner of the voice filled you with dread. You did not want King Edmund to see you in such emotional distress. Hastily, you wiped the tears from your eyes before they had a chance to fall.

“There you are,” King Edmund walked around the column to see you. Any other time, those words would had sent butterflies in your stomach. Upon meeting your gaze, however briefly, his expression softened. Thoughtful brown eyes studying you. “It was only a vase.” He stated calmly. “It was indeed.” You said quietly with your gaze set to the floor. “Are you injured at all?” “Not a scratch, your majesty.” He took a step closer to you and rose a quizzical brow. “Then may I ask as to what has stolen the familiar smile from your face?” His kind expression and caring words nearly sent you into a weeping mess. But you swallowed and held yourself together. If only by a thread. Kind king, you thought, a just king. “Of course you may ask, your majesty, but a smile can not remain forever.” “True.” The King nodded thoughtfully. “Yet I have witnessed yours falter throughout the day. Is there anything I can do?” He has noticed. You shook your head. “I wish you could.” “Then I will immediately.” “But nothing can be done, my king. I am the one who has turned dangerously clumsy since the rise of the sun.” The corner of his lips twitched. “I am an embarrassment within Cair Paravel,” you groaned and cast your gaze out to the Great Eastern Ocean. “I have hit my hand, spilled drinks, tripped over nothing, broke a spoon of all things, and smashed a vase all before late afternoon.” Slumping against the column, you could not witness the king’s expression. Perhaps if you did, you might not had felt so out of spirits. For King Edmund the Just did not laugh at your pain nor would he make light of what tormented you so. “Not every day is the same.” He stated warmly. “Some of us may do something they will soon regret and some may do something nearly out of their control. One action does not need to define who you are for the rest of your life. Not even the rest of the day.” You wiped your eyes again. “I know it so personally.” The King admitted softly. “Even a series of accidents, no matter the size, can not determine how you choose to feel through your days.” Reaching forward, King Edmund delicately grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips sweetly. His gaze caught your own with a warmth and intelligence that made your heart flutter. You ducked your head away from his gaze, much too flustered by your day and his words. The ocean breeze would not cool you then. He kissed your hand once more. “Your majesty should have more compassion for my emotions.” You covered your face with your free hand. He had never displayed such affection before, you thought in a flurry of nerves. Hasn’t he? “I know compassion from the light in your eyes.” He gently pulled your other hand away from your face. If not for the column behind you, you doubted your legs could support you at that moment. Being drawn into the charm and affections gifted to you by the king. A closeness you only imagined in your mind when the sun was low and you had time for anything. “Would I be mistaken to believe you held tender feelings for me?” King Edmund inquired softly. “That I might ask to court you with honest and sweet words.” Your heart beat nearly shook you as it picked up in pace.

To be courted by Edmund seemed like a fantasy tale. Even to imagine a single image of the possibilities sent a positively overwhelming thrill through you. A quiet daydream you hadn’t thought entirely realistic. You both were on friendly terms for sure. Yet there he was, holding your hands after following after you to inquire on your health. It was certainly possible. Warm eyes anxiously searched your gaze. He looked for any sign of answer without urging one from you. A patient king. You swallowed. “Court me, your majesty?” “It is my wish.” King Edmund nodded. “Is it yours?” “Yes,” you exhaled. Your shoulders dropped as you finally relaxed the tension built within you. A smile formed on your lips. Goodness, yes! Your secret wish. He broke into a grin as his eyes seemed to reflect all the light sparkling from the ocean’s surface beyond. A swell of emotions greater than the waves upon the shoreline. Upon his cheeks, a dust of pink arose. “I hope I am able to give you an ounce of the happiness you have given me this moment.” The king announced brightly and kissed both of your hands. “More so and more with time.” “Then our faces, I’m afraid, may grow sore from smiling so.” “Not a terrible fate, my king,” you laughed lightly. Lowering your gathered hands to in front of his heart, he gazed at you earnestly. “My friend, my dearest, please call me Edmund.” Oh. “Edmund.” You tested his name out loud without his title and felt a flutter of excitement in your belly. You could certainly become accustomed to using his name informally. “Yes?” His eyes shone playfully. “Goodness,” you laughed. “I can only imagine how playing chess with you may play out.” “Why not find out now?” He stepped back still holding your hands. “Not now,” you answered as you were reminded of a detail he seemed to overlook. “Edmund, you haven’t touched the food we brought out for the four of you.” Your words did not dampen his spirits in the slightest. “We can eat anywhere we play chess.” Gently, Edmund pulled you with him. Down the bright halls of Cair Paravel and through strong thresholds. “It is a comfort to know I can not possibly be so clumsy while outsmarting your moves in chess,” you thought aloud. “We’ll see about that, my dearest.” Edmund challenged and placed a warm kiss to your knuckles.

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How Accidents Can Be Prevented?

Accidents happen fast—one second, everything’s fine, and the next, you’re dealing with medical bills, car repairs, or worse. Many of these incidents could've been avoided, whether it’s a slip on a wet floor, a fender bender in rush-hour traffic, or a serious truck accident. So, how do you stay out of harm’s way? Let’s talk about the everyday steps that can make a big difference.

The Road is Not a Racetrack

We’ve all seen it—drivers weaving in and out of lanes like they’re starring in their own high-speed chase. But reckless driving isn’t just annoying; it’s dangerous.

Defensive Driving is Your Best Bet

Instead of focusing only on where you're going, keep an eye on what others are doing. You can’t control other drivers, but you can anticipate their mistakes. A few simple habits can help:

Keep a safe following distance. If the car in front slams on its brakes, you’ll have time to react.

Use your mirrors—constantly. Knowing what’s happening around you helps you avoid surprises.

Assume other drivers will mess up. That guy flying down the freeway? He might cut you off. The person at the stop sign? They might roll right through it. Be ready.

Eliminate Distractions—Seriously

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i haven’t written anything in days, so here, have all of this 😌 more from fwb buck 1.0.2

thanks for the tags loves @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @buddierights 🩵

With one last look in the mirror and another fluffing to the couch pillows, Eddie took in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he let it out slowly.

The ringing of the doorbell had him immediately on edge all over again, Eddie taking in another breath before moving toward his door and pulling it open.

As it turned out, Eddie had prepared himself for everything but meeting Buck.

Buck was tall, having a couple inches on Eddie. His legs were miles long, Eddie getting lost on them a moment before stopping at his thighs, ones that were thick and stretching the material of his jeans. The guy was wearing a light blue long sleeve on top, ones with buttons at the top. He looked nice, good. None of it was what really caught Eddie’s attention though. No, that would be the piercing blues he had, the ones that were brought out with the color of his shirt. They were so blue, like two pools that Eddie wanted to dive right into. Apart from his eyes, Eddie became lost in the blotchy mark above his left eye; it had to be a birthmark. Eddie now knew why his black and white photos had looked odd on that part of his face.

“Even better in person, huh?”

Oh, so the guy was a flirt on and off the screen? Well, Eddie didn’t mind. He could handle himself just fine.

“I wasn’t expecting you to have giraffe legs, but I guess you’ll do.”

Buck let out a laugh, one that went straight to Eddie’s heart. It was hearty, and full of life. Eddie immediately committed it to memory.

Buck peered around him, then, Eddie looking back to follow his gaze.

“Well I wasn’t expecting—” Buck gestured with his hands, Eddie still confused.

“Wasn’t expecting what?”

Eddie stepped back to let Buck in, the man taking a cautious step passed the threshold.

“Is this the part where you murder me?”

Eddie whipped his head around, raising his brows to Buck.

“What—jesus Buck, what are you even talking about?”

Buck gestured his hands around again, waving toward the kitchen area. “That. What—why’s it so dark, and what the hell is with all the candles?”

Buck took another step, brows furrowed. “Did you know that over twenty-three-thousand fires are started a year from candles? That’s over three percent of fire related incidents!”

Eddie’s eyes widened a bit. He had no idea why Buck was so concerned with the candles, nor where or why he had all of these facts about them.

“Buck, half of those are fake…battery operated. And they’re to help set the mood…” He trailed off, Buck’s face scrunching up a bit, Eddie instantly finding it all too adorable.

“Oh.” Buck paused after that, not saying anything for a moment. He scratched at the back of his head, his shirt lifting up a tinge, Eddie unable to track the movement.

“I uh, I didn’t realize this was like an actual date.”

Oh.

Eddie was the one who was confused then. Buck looked ready to bolt at any moment, Eddie desperate to hold onto him for some reason.

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[toonjazzy]

I still love the dark theory of Solarballs Neptune’s asteroid dolls being the memories of his dead moons

In the flashback scene of Triton crashing into two of them, we can actually see three other ones just like them. So that adds to 5

When Saturn and Uranus go looking for him, they find 4 asteroids with faces painted on them, which Eris tells them Neptune made those asteroid dolls

Then we catch up to Neptune playing with Guillermo who would make 5

Neptune asks if he can bring his “Friends” with him but from the looks of it, Uranus isn’t too fond of the idea. So Guillermo is left in the Kuiper Belt where Jupiter finds him

Interestingly, Jupiter knows his name. He says “Hm, I don’t know why but you have a Guillermo sort of face”

In fact, in another episode, Jupiter hallucinates Guillermo talking to him with a whole voice and everything.

And then when Neptune finds Jupiter outside the solar system with Guillermo, he gets super happy and says “Hey! Guillermo is here! Hi Guillermo!”

Plus, Neptune was apparently gone for a long time. This is stated by Pluto, Uranus, Saturn (Vaguely), Triton, and the rest of Neptune’s moons (Vaguely)

Before finding them, Neptune tells Uranus “I just realized something, didn’t we used to have moons?”

So what I think is, maybe Neptune lost his mind both from loneliness in his orbit and from the deaths of his former moons (Which then formed his new ones) and maybe he left one day to go looking for them because he was in denial or just forgot that they died. And maybe he painted their faces onto asteroids and believes Guillermo to be one of his moons. Likely, one of his former moons was named Guillermo. Maybe this would also explain why Jupiter knew his name just by seeing his face

And clearly he remembers the incident bc when Triton asks about it, not only does Neptune behave different, his eyes also blink at the same time. And when Triton returns to him

Btw, I just have to say that this scene actually reminds me of when a parent and a child get into an argument

“I miss Triton”

“Yeah, Neptune, can’t you two just make peace?”

“I will be here when he is ready to talk!” *Makes the expression you would see from a parent*

“NEPTUNE!”

“Oh boy! That was fast!”

Anyway, Neptune and the children smile and cheer until Triton says with a very traumatized expression how he Remembers what happened. After this, Neptune makes a very scared expression and the episode ends

We still never got the conclusion to this btw, still mad. Major Shoutout to every single person who has finished it in their own fanfiction!

We know they’ve made things up as Triton states at the Moon Club session how they’re all pretty happy with Neptune

I SERIOUSLY NEED TO SEE AN EPISODE OF THEM DISCUSSING THIS…

I ALSO WOULD LOVE AN EPISODE ABOUT TRITON’S LOST BINARY PARTNER

PLEASE….

Anyway, that’s my ramble—

[sandinthemachine]

König x Ghost x Reader Headcanons

Wrote these a week or so ago to help with visualizing some one-shots I'll be doing, but they might take awhile so I'm posting these as a little teaser :) both sfw and nsfw

Part 2

Sfw

Simon and König have a running game where they hide each other’s favorite mugs in weird hard to reach places. Simon was winning until König got pissy and started putting them on top of the cabinets in full view just outside of his reach. Simon broke your only stool trying to get them and still hasn’t lived it down.

Technically you’re in on this game but you haven’t noticed yet because every time one of them hides your mug the other finds it and puts it back where you can reach it (since you now have to get a new stool before you can reach anything on your own, thanks a lot Simon).

Simon usually wakes up first, tending to patrol the house before settling down on the couch with a tea. If you teach him how you like your tea or coffee, he’ll have a hot cup ready for you by the time you come down. König lost that privilege after you dared him to swallow his tea bag and he did it without question, so now he’s banned from the tea stash.

Simon got him back for the tea bag incident without even meaning to when you were all stationed in the U.S. He was in charge of grocery shopping the day you arrived and the only breakfast foods he bought were…beans and American toast. He wasn’t even paying attention to the bread quality.

Simon is now banned from the kitchen every time König makes bread. Apparently his bad energy will taint the dough.

You’re allowed in the kitchen but not allowed to help yet because you always get distracted and over knead the dough. You don’t mind, though. It’s nicer to watch him work. Simon comes and watches too once König is too hyperfocused to notice.

You and König tend to switch off cooking or help each other out while Simon does the dishes. 

Simon isn’t a bad cook, and he’s really good at cooking meat except fish. You refuse to let anyone else touch the fish. He just never adds enough spices and he doesn’t even notice.

You get one day a week where you get to make a dinner as spicy as you want. Simon’s eyes will tear up every time. König used to cry but then he forced himself to eat extra every time to build his tolerance. Now spice day is his favorite day, and he hovers over your shoulder begging you to add extra so he can feel it burn. Simon refuses to kiss him on those days until after he’s brushed his teeth because his mouth still tastes like pain, and not the good kind (for Simon, at least).

You invested in an immense U-shaped couch with plenty of room for all of you guys to lay down while you hang out and watch TV, but in the end it didn’t matter because all three of you cram together on one end most of the time.

The bed is even worse. You picked out a lovely custom mattress and bedframe so all of you could toss and turn and not be woken up by König’s twitching when he falls asleep only for you three to end up literally on top of each other every night anyway.

On nights where you’re in the middle you have no hope of moving once they’re asleep. König has the habit of sleeping on his stomach with an arm and a leg flung over you and touching Simon, while Simon wraps one arm around you and holds König’s arm with the other, trapping you in a prison of limbs.

That’s all well and good as long as you can fall asleep first. If not, well…

Simon’s snores are fit to wake the dead (maybe that’s why they call him Ghost) and König could sleep through a nuclear apocalypse so you’ll just have to sit and listen.

If you do manage to worm your way out and happen to peek in on them before they wake up you’ll always find Simon tucked under König’s chin and wrapped up in his limbs. Simon will never admit it, but he’d pretend to be asleep for hours if it meant getting to stay like this. König knows when Simon is awake but he’ll never tell. He enjoys these mornings just as much.

When you’ve all settled in together, Simon is still very quiet and tends to show his love through acts of service. He’ll clean up your dishes before you can get to them. He’ll notice you guys ran out of something and go out to get more before you even notice. He’ll take you out for a late-night drive when you can’t sleep. He’ll sit and listen intently to König rambling for hours, even trying to ask questions and prompt him to keep going.

Simon doesn’t tend to ask for physical affection and can be a bit grumbly about it at first, but he comes to like being given it. When one of you sits on his lap or rests a head on his shoulder, he’ll wrap an arm or two around you and is the last to let go. When you’re all doing your own thing, he’ll come up with reasons to stand close to one of you or casually touch you as he brushes by.

Once König settles he becomes a veritable chatterbox, always having things to say and stories or jokes to tell. He loves listening to your jokes too, and has the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard, the kind of laugh that will have both of you guffawing along with him.

König also becomes much more direct at asking for physical affection, happy to drape himself all over both of you guys, hug you from behind, rest his head on yours, and all manner of other things.

König also really enjoys finding little gifts to bring home for both of you guys. You and him are big hikers, and you have a shelf dedicated to cool things you’ve found in the woods. Half of it is stuff König has found and brought back for you because he knew you’d like it, and his chest bursts at your grin every time he brings home something new.

König was the first to discover that dear old Simon has a sweet tooth, so he always seeks out new chocolates and candies from each country he is in to bring back for Simon. So far Peruvian dark chocolate is his favorite.

He also sometimes gets Simon obnoxiously printed balaclavas as a joke. Simon shoves them in the back of his drawers but never gets rid of them.

Neither of them wear their masks out in public. It brings more attention to them. However, they both prefer to stay away from big crowds anyway.

König loves it when Simon gives him piggyback rides. He’ll tuck his chin on top of Simon’s head and wrap his long limbs all the way around his shoulders. Simon chuckles at him but you all see how he blushes when König leans around to kiss him on the temple.

König tried to return the favor when Simon was recovering from a leg injury but the stubborn old Brit refused and got carried bridal-style instead.

They’re both happy to carry you if you want, but know that König will take that as an invitation to jump on your back with no warning. The man just doesn’t realize how big he is. If you can’t carry him Simon will catch you and take König himself, grumbling all the way.

Nsfw

König’s dick is longer by far, but Simon’s is thicker.

Simon doesn’t make a lot of noise during sex, and the sounds he makes tend to be grunts and huffs. When he moans loudly you know you’re really doing something right.

Although Simon doesn’t make a lot of noises, he is really good at dirty talk and knowing what to say to get both of you guys going. Sometimes it feels like he talks more during sex than any other time.

König is a lot louder and makes all kinds of sounds, from whines and whimpers to moans and screams. He’s not as good at dirty talk because he tends to lose himself very easily, lapsing into German and quickly becoming unintelligible even in German, just spewing nonsense syllables.

All of you are switches but Simon loves bottoming for König. Play with Simon’s cock while König fucks his ass and you’ll see how loud he can really get.

König likes it rough and messy with plenty of teeth and spit. He’ll leave scratches and love bites all over both of you when you let him.

König’s neck is really sensitive. You’ve gotten him to come untouched with Simon sucking hickeys up the column of his neck while you nibble at the soft spot under his ear.

Simon’s soft spot is along the small of his back between the back of his hip bones. Gently run your nails over it while you suck him off and you’ll make him shake.

König’s hair is longer than Simon’s and he loves it getting pulled.

Simon loves getting his upper back scratched.

Both of them love taking turns going down on you and then making out with each other when they can still taste you on each of their tongues.

They’re both military men with a hell of an endurance. That being said, Simon tends to last really long before he comes and then takes awhile to recover. König comes a lot sooner but bounces back a lot faster. When König is the giver, however, he always makes himself wait until the other comes first.

[wandabear]

COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed. What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female reader part 1 - part 2 - part 3 & 4 - part 5  - part 6 -   part 7 - part 8 - part 9 - part 10 finale

Warning on this chapter: Smut, adult content, bits of angst and fluff

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Let beauty come out of ashes And when I pray to God all I ask is can beauty come out of ashes?

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“They’re coming back.” Y/N whispered, unable to believe what her own eyes were seeing on that huge tv screen.

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Before she could say anything else, the three of them grabbed their stuff and walked out of the bar, seeing how people went into a mix of panic, chaos and happiness to see everyone who had left come back.

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“THE AVENGERS BROUGHT HALF THE PLANET BACK, THAT’S IT… AS YOU HEARD. THE AVENGERS GAVE US BACK WHO WE LOST, BUT NOW… THE WORLD IS IN CHAOS.” One of the panelists of that tv news show was heard.

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“I… I have to see Yelena.” Natasha said. Y/N could see the concern on the redhead's face and at the same time, the hope… They both looked into each other's eyes for a moment. She remembered perfectly where was the last time they saw Yelena and Kate, the last dinner they shared together.

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“Dinner, the last time we saw them we were at your house. Yelena was about to go back to Kate when it all happened.” Y/N replied before pulling out the keys to her '67 Camaro walking in a hurry with her friends.

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Bucky was busy trying to call his home over and over again, but no one seemed to answer the phone.

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“Girls, I'll see you later, I'll call you! OK?!” Bucky yelled as he walked towards his own car. “I have to find Steve!”

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His two friends nodded before getting into Y/N's car, ready to head back to Nat’s house. The trip was somewhat complicated, long lines of cars stuck in traffic in the main streets, honking so hard to move forward. But Y/N was a bit smarter than that, she avoided taking the main streets and although it might have taken a few minutes longer, they managed to reach Natasha's house in about fifteen minutes.

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They got out of the car quickly and Natasha took the lead, searching for the keys in such a hurry that she thought they would fall from her hands. But once the door opened and Y/N saw Nat get in, she froze to the side of her car, unable to even get close. What to do now? How to react? What to say? She swallowed hard, she got lost in her thoughts.

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2019

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Since that embarrassing incident with Wanda, it had been almost a whole month the two had developed a friendly relationship through texts.  

Wanda used to tell her everything about her life and above all, trust that someone could listen beside Natasha. Y/N told her about her frustrations with the career and the loss of her parents. Y/N’s problems with loneliness, until she met Yelena and Kate.

Y/N had confessed to her that her family stopped talking to her a long time ago when they found out she was a lesbian.

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“So, what will you do tonight when the twins are with their dad?” Send.

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Y/N typed as she finished getting ready to go out and buy some dinner. Kate had once again was out with Yelena but this time they had a real date.

After some teasing from Y/N, they go to a nice restaurant where they would have some expensive dinner, Kate told Y/N that she had taken advantage of using her lastname for the first time, just to get a nice place for the blonde.

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“I think I'll take a good bubble bath, I'll enjoy my evening with a nice glass of wine and The Office. I deserve it after this long week!” Received.

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That answer made Y/N smile and then she bit her lower lip, thinking of the perfect answer, but she was afraid that Wanda would take it the wrong way.

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“Wow, I envy you. I wish I was doing the same.” Send.

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She decided to send it anyway, playing a bit.

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“Why? What are you going to do tonight?” Received.

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The brunette was about to say 'nothing’, that she was free when Wanda sent her another message.

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“If you’re free you can come, I‘ll be alone. I was going to meet with Nat but she canceled, she had a lot of work to do as the good officer she is. Take it as an invitation, but if you don't want to, don't be afraid to deny it.” Received.

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After reading that message, Y/N's lips parted wide in surprise. She didn't think that was official, but now Wanda was inviting her to her house at night to watch a good sitcom and drink some wine.

Something she would do with Natasha, of course, something completely friendly and without any double intentions.

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“I'm in, send me the address and I'll be there in a bit.” Send.

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As soon as she sent it, Y/N grabbed her keys, wallet, phone and looked at herself in the mirror one more time. She didn't look bad at all so she left her room looking for the fastest way to get to the address Wanda sent.

About thirty minutes later, the woman was outside that house in suburban New York. She felt a bit nervous but she didn't understand why, it's not like it was a date or anything.

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After a long, deep breath, she rang the doorbell waiting for Wanda to answer. In her right hand she carried a small bag, she had bought a bottle of wine good enough and available for her wallet.

The brunette waited a few seconds before the door opened, revealing that beautiful sokovian in front of her with a friendly and cute smile.

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She was wearing a gray long-sleeved blouse, some jeans, and her hair was loose, although she held a few strands in a small bun.

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“Hi! You made it!” Wanda said with a cheerful voice, that smile might ended up making every woman in the world fall in love. She stepped aside letting Y/N pass, who nodded and walked into the house.

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“I brought this. You said you wanted to drink wine.” Y/N smiled and handed the bottle, in her other hand she was carrying a bag with some stuff.

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“Oh, Y/N. It was not necessary.” Wanda took the bottle and went to the kitchen. “But thank you very much.”

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“Also brought some chips!” She picked up one of the bags with some different chips, chocolate and treats, she didn't know what Wanda would like so she decided to bring everything she saw in her way. 

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“Oh, Y/N.” Wanda looked at her as if she was going to scold her, but she took one of the bags of Doritos from her. “What will we do if the twins find them? We will have to finish them all before that.” She smiled mischievously.

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“Come on, it's just one night... Tomorrow we can go back to make healthy food for you and your little ones.” Y/N teased.

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The brunette walked around the place, watching that house. Some cute pictures of the boys and Wanda, no husband. Ex husband. It looked quite nice and cozy, had a nice staircase to the bedrooms or whatever Y/N thought, a room big enough for two twins to play in.

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“So…” The Sokovian took the bottle of wine and opened it, pouring two glasses of it. She came out of the kitchen and walked over to Y/N, handing her glass. Y/N stared at Wanda for a moment, green against brown. “What sitcom do you want to see?”

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Y/N blinked and snapped back to reality, she couldn't afford to drool over Wanda when they were alone.

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“Umh, what do you have to offer?” Y/N said with a side smile, accepting Wanda's invitation to sit together on the sofa in front of the TV. The two drank some wine and chatted about trivial stuff, before the woman a few years older turned on the TV.

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“Well, we can see… The office, Modern Family…” the redhead offered as she took the remote control and turned on the tv. The intro to 'Malcolm in the Middle' instantly started playing making Y/N giggle a bit.

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“Sorry, my little ones were watching it before they left.” Wanda smiled sheepishly as she logged out of the kids streaming app.

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“Oh, don't worry, I loved Malcolm when I was a kid.” Y/N drank some wine.

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“And that was two or three years ago, right?” Wanda teased, arching an eyebrow. She searched  for one of the latest sitcoms she'd seen.

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With a small playful smile, Y/N tilted her head seeing the redhead next to her, ready to fight back.

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“I'm almost twenty-five years old, Wanda.” She arched an eyebrow. “I am not a girl and you’re not an old lady.”

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The Sokovian's gaze fell on the other once again, as if it were a small battle between the two to see who could win. But of course, as a consequence of that game, the tension between the two began to increase more and more.

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“Do you think so?” Wanda dared to break the silence, increasing the tension especially with her thick accent. Oh, she was doing it on purpose.

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Y/N wasn't going to back down. “I think so.”

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The redhead tried to avoid smiling and just turned her gaze to the TV, losing for now that little battle or perhaps, getting away from the consequences the game could bring her.

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“How about we watch 'I love Lucy'?” Wanda pointed to the thumbnail of that sitcom on her screen, Y/N nodded.

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“Yeah, oldies. I’m in.”

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After a few episodes, some glasses of wine and long laughs, both shared some comments but above all a very good time together.

Wanda was surprised to know that Y/N knew about ‘I love Lucy’ and above all ,that she loved sitcoms too.

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“I thought you were just saying that to not make me feel bad.” Wanda smiled taking the last sip of that glass.

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Wanda's gaze focused on Y/N's glass, which she slowly filled while Y/N remained silent, watching every gesture, every little thing on that gorgeous face.

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“Of course not. I mean, I wouldn't make you feel bad... but I wouldn't lie to you either.” She quickly clarified, making the sokovian to smile tenderly.

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The next episode kept playing, but neither of them seemed to pay attention to it again.

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“You really have the most beautiful eyes…” Y/N said without regretting it even a bit. Maybe it was the wine in both that was beginning to take effect.

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Wanda bit her lower lip trying to keep from smiling, noticing how Y/N smirked until she broke the silence.

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“Yes, you are quite a flirt, huh. You sure are a heartthrob with all those college girls.” Wanda shook her head and looked down at her, but Y/N just kept looking at her, mesmerized by that beautiful face of hers.

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“Kinda?” Y/N admitted with a shrug, leaning down to set the glass down on the coffee table in front of them. Y/N dated many women, but it was always one night only. “But I am not blind, you’re a very beautiful woman, Wanda. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re  beautiful and a very good mother. You're funny… You have incredible taste, not just in music and sitcoms. You are… a very interesting woman, definitely.”

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Sincere words from her.

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But to Y/N's surprise, the redhead didn't take it badly but she didn't take it very well either. Wanda just gave a little teasing giggle, turning to Y/N with a curious look.

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“What makes you think I'm interested in you?” Wanda narrowed her eyes, tilting to get a better look at her, laying her body against the back of the sofa. Maybe that had sounded harsher than she expected.  She didn't think Y/N was one of those girls or boys who just wanted to have a night with a 'MILF'. Natasha had teased her about it many times when some boys came up to her, trying to seduce her.  “Why? Because you bring a bottle of wine and we agree on something we will have something? Do you think you are the first young person who has tried to seduce me? Surely, your college buddies must be now congratulating you knowing that you've come to an older woman's house to seduce her.”

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Ouch.

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“Well, nothing. I- I didn’t-…” Y/N  stammered in confusion but after a few seconds, she sighed deeply and closed her eyes trying to find calm. When she reopened those fiery brown eyes she spoke again, not like a nervous girl this time. “A, I don't think you're interested in me because that already seems to be an obvious NOT AT ALL. I don't think you like me that way. And I haven't told anyone I'm here. Not because I'm embarrassed of it, but because you just told me you wanted to hang out, I just came to hang out with you because this time we've chatted I've felt really good.”

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The redhead was going to say something down but Y/N didn't let her.

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“B, I am not going to deny that you’re beautiful, you’re so hot and you’re funny. You’re a very interesting woman, but I didn’t think I was coming here to have sex with you or to seduce you. Just… I was expressing how I see you.  I won't lie to you, I like you but I didn’t came here to do that.” Y/N clarified before getting up from the sofa, adjusting her shirt. “And C, it’s so fucking tiring that you always say that you’re a big woman when you are barely 32 years old, Wanda. You should start to see you as the amazing woman you are, and not as a fucking witch who hides in the woods. And by the way?  I don't care how many guys have hit on you. Fuck that!”

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Maybe she had spoken more than she expected and more sincere than she expected, but the brunette noticed the silence and decided to leave. Y/N walked to where her jacket was hanging and was about to take it when the woman's voice and accent made her turn around.

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“Do you really think all that about me?” Wanda got up from her seat and walked towards her, those huge curious eyes searching for hers. The difference in height between the two made her smile, it wasn't as much as with Vision but maybe it was silly, but it made her feel safe.

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“Yes, I do.” Y/N nodded and took her jacket ready to put it on and leave before things got worse. But she frowned at her when   Wanda carefully take the jacket, removing it from her hands.

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“Stay.” She asked, ending the distance between them.

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The sokovian's gaze lowered to Y/N's lips, they looked so soft and kissable. She wondered how it would feel them being kissed by them right now, it had been so long since she'd thought of anything like this that the thought of that made her shudder.

Y/N noticed that, and ready to lose it all or win it all, she wrapped her arms around Wanda’s waist and pulled her to unite her lips with hers at once.

ㅤㅤ A slow kiss, where the brunette took over her hips to not let her go. The lips of both complemented each other perfectly, snatching a sigh from her redhead.

Before she could even pull away or want to, Y/N's tongue caressed her lips and sought out her opposite to invite into a slow, sensual dance between them. She was inviting Wanda to let herself go, taking a few steps back to return to the sofa but they ended up colliding with one of the individual sofas. That didn't stop them.

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Wanda closed her eyes enjoying the delicious taste of Y/N’s lips, she could feel the scent of raspberry on her. Her perfume was so lovely and addictive.

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“This is not okay.” Wanda said, she was barely able to separate for a few seconds but her own lips didn't seem to pay attention to what her head ordered. Her hands circled around Y/N’s neck, pulling the brunette closer.

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“You don't care and neither do I.” Y/N  was the only one who followed her head and her instincts at those times. A small mischievous smile appeared  and provoked endless sensations in Wanda.

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“Y/N, I'm older than you and…” She tried to convince herself but it was impossible.

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“Snap out of it, Wanda. It's only seven years, tomorrow we can deal with it. Okay?” The brunette’s mouth took over hers in each kiss of hers, so passionate, needy and at the same time romantic.

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Those kisses completely silenced the voices in Wanda's mind, letting herself be carried away by desire and need. Almost two years without having sex, not even a moment as passionate as that, her whole body ended up surrendering to the caresses of the brunette.

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“Bedroom, now.” Wanda asked pointing to the stairs, trying to hide the mischievous smile on her lips, she was not going to have sex in the living room. Well, not now. Not in her first time with Y/N.

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With a winning smile, the brunette carried her in her arms, causing Wanda to wrap her legs around her. Her hands clenched on her thighs as she walked up the stairs giggling, trying to stay sane with each step and each kiss.

Once in Wanda's room, Y/N's kisses on her neck, they both fell on the redhead's huge bed.

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Between kisses, soft bites, and smiles, Y/N took care of removing the clothes that covered Wanda’s body. She began with that blouse that she lifted and threw to the side of the bed, allowing to see the beautiful and delicate black bra that covered Wanda's breasts. The lace on these made her smile.

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“I wanna fuck you so bad.” Y/N whispered with a desire that slowly ate at her, a flame that grew brighter and brighter.

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Wanda's gaze lifted to see the brunette and for a moment she felt desired, she felt that she could exercise whatever power she wanted over the brunette because she was completely desired and needed by her. Someone needed her. Someone who was devoted to her body.

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“What do you want to do to me?” Wanda asked her in a low voice and thick accent, clearly taunting Y/N. In response, Y/N reached down so she could unbutton the woman's jeans, slowly lowering them allowing her to enjoy the sight of her underwear. “I thought you weren't coming here to fuck me.”

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The heat took over Y/N's body, Wanda was a sensual and beautiful woman, although most of the time she did not seek to expose herself in that way.

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Once she got rid of the other's clothes with a slowness and sensuality that made the green-eyed woman shiver, Y/N leaned in to whisper into her lips, her gaze locked with hers so she knew she was serious. “All the things you can think of… everything you want, Wanda Maximoff.  I want to do everything to you. I wanna make you mine.”

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“Oh, god.” Was all Wanda could say, throwing her head back.

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And Y/N  take that as a perfect opportunity to explore the female body at will. Her white skin contrasting with the strong color of her underwear, the perfect curves of Wanda’s body made Y/N want her more.

Y/N took her time to kiss every part of her breasts, her tights and her belly. She bit the sides of her belly, as if she wanted to declare that all of it would be hers.

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When was the last time someone had seen Wanda like this? She couldn't find in her mind a memory, not even some night with Vision where he would see her that way. Not one single time. Not like Y/N. Where he would caress her and run over her as if she were a deity, where he would kiss her as if she were the most delicate but also the most sensual thing that he had ever seen in this world. All of that was what Y/N was doing now.

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“You okay?” The brunette asked naughty as she kissed Wanda's bare thighs and toyed with the idea of removing her lingerie but didn't.

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Wanda was about to complain when what followed was so much better. Wanda licked her lips as she noticed that Y/N had gotten up to remove her own shirt, letting it fall to her side.

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The older woman bit her lower lip and she went over to help her, unbuttoning those dark jeans that ended with the same fate.

But when her clothes ended up on the floor, the redhead gasped as she noticed the huge tattoo that ran across the brunette's body.

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Some shapes she couldn't understand, drawings and so on but her attention fell on her right thigh, where she had a huge tattoo of a grizzly bear surrounded by some colorful flowers. On her belly, her back…

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“That’s why they call you…” Wanda bit her lower lip and kissed her belly. She now understood why her friends called her that way.

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“Shut up.” Y/N smiled before  lean top of her and kissing her lips, short needy kisses. The warm skin of hers against Wanda's made them both shiver.

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“It’s really hot tho.” She confessed.

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“You are.” Were Y/N's last words before turning her attention to the woman's body.

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All those weeks where she had spent time chatting with her, staying up later than she should have, nights where she touched herself thinking of the woman had led to being in her bed. Dreaming of hearing her moans.

Y/N’s lips moved down her body until they reached the most sensitive part of her body. She removed the lingerie from her body, leaving her sex exposed, Wanda moaned.

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Moans that increased as Y/N's tongue began to caress her clit, going all the way through it without leaving even a small spot undiscovered.

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Wanda wondered if what she was doing was right, if what she felt was right, but Y/N's tongue showed her that right now it didn't even matter. She would drive her crazy and then she would think if she had been worth it, because she couldn't even think what would happen if they stopped.

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Y/N only used two of her fingers to caress that sensitive and throbbing area, noting that she was quite wet and turned on.

The brown eyed womann went up to kiss her perfect breast, playing with those nipples, witnessing the moan that Wanda let out when she sank two of her fingers into her. “You’re so wet… When was the last time you felt this way?

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“Fuck me…” Wanda begged. When had she ever asked for such a thing? When had she acted like this?

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“God, you feel so damn good. You’re a fucking goddess…” Over and over, Y/N caressed, kissed, bit, and penetrated every part of her being in order to please Wanda. To be able to make her feel desired as she was.

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“Am I?” Those words had made her blink, more flattered than surprised.

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“Goddess, you could be anything you want. Look at you…”  Y/N smiled between gasps, seeing how Wanda tried to kiss her and moan at the same time but it was impossible.  “So damn sexy.”

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The heat embraced them, their bodies complemented each other perfectly.

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“Feels so good to be inside you.” The brunette teased her knowing she would get what she wanted from her tonight.

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“Please, harder…”

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“Anything you want, princess.” Y/N smiled so smug but seeing that sparkle in Wanda's eyes surprised her. A very different look than the ones she had had all night. As if something had awakened in her, Wanda pushed her body so that Y/N fell next to her.

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The brunette was afraid that she had said something bad, so bad that Wanda would kick her and everything would be over, but she smiled broadly when she saw that now Wanda was sitting on her hips, ready to ride her.

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“I'm not a princess.” The redhead groaned, placing her hands on the edges of the bed to help support herself. Her hips began to move slowly, riding Y/Ns fingers. “I am not one of those college girls that you will surely call 'Princess’ while you fuck.”

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“No, you’re a fucking queen.” Y/N gasped, witnessing how Wanda now pulled her body back, exposing her breasts for her. Which bounced for Y/N to kiss and bite. “What a woman… Damn…”

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The room was flooded between moans on the part of both, that place was witness again to the sexual life of that woman who had long been alone and locked up.

Now, Wanda moved over that woman as if she were the owner of the situation, provoking her, allowing herself to be caressed by her. Y/N's hands clung to her hips, to Wanda's bare back.

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Wanda's lips parted as she finally let out a long, fully charged and needy moan.

It wasn't like the orgasms she had when she touched herself or used the vibrators she had bought. It was one of the best orgasms she had ever had in her life.

She remained with her eyes closed, feeling how Y/N's lips kissed her chest but this time, with a very different way than seconds ago.

Wanda Maximoff fell on the naked body of the brunette a few years younger than her, with her breath and her heart pounding.

Little post-orgasm kisses that Y/N gave her, little caresses on her back.

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“That was so hot…”  Y/N's voice was somewhat hoarse, the tips of her fingers kept moving over Wanda's bare back, making her feel in a…strange way. Good, but strange.

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“It was very… very good.” Wanda admitted herself.

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“And it doesn't end here, beautiful.” Y/N smiled mischievously as she brushed her red hair to one side, preventing it from disturbing Wanda.

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“What are you talking about?” The sokovian frowned, confused. “I already came…”

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“Yeah, just once…” Y/N arched an eyebrow, just as confused as Wanda by her response.

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“Do you want to continue?” Wanda asked in surprise.

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“God, Wanda… do you really think giving yourself one orgasm at night is enough?” Y/N she asked her with an amused and incredulous smile but seeing that Wanda was still looking at her somewhat blushing and embarrassed, she understood that it was something she thought was normal. Perhaps her sex life with Vision hadn't been the most interesting one, much less before they divorced. ㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N smiled and leaned in to kiss her shoulder slowly, short, passionate kisses that ran down her skin to her delicate neck, the white skin between her perfect breasts. “Damn, I'm going to make you cum all night until your legs start shaking.”

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And looking at the ceiling, that ceiling that Wanda looked at before going to sleep every night, the redhead smiled and gasped when Y/N went back to explore the most sensitive parts of her body.

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2024

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Those memories kept drilling her mind. The first time she had made love to Wanda and for all she knew she was doomed to suffer. Almost six years ago, she was almost 25 and now almost 31 years old.

Y/N gulped outside that apartment, wondering if she should go. She had no one to look for or to receive that wasn’t inside that house. Her best friends were inside and she could hear their voices,  but one specific voice made her body turn to stone.

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Wanda's voice.

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She was about to turn and get into her car when she heard a hoarse voice at the door. Y/N turned to see Yelena who was looking at her with tear filled eyes and a huge smile.

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“Teddybear? Is that you?” Yelena's broken voice made the brunette press her lips together, fighting not to let go of the tears that threatened to fall but it was impossible.

ㅤㅤㅤ She saw herself in the mirror as a grown woman who spent her nights with dark circles looking like a panda, in hospital shifts six years later. While Yelena looked like a smiling college woman having fun on campus. That was her Yelena.

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“Hello, blondie. My favorite Blondie.” Y/N called her again by that nickname with which she gave her years ago.  Her heart softened at the sight of her best friend cry again.

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[husbandohunter]

You know ur small predicament post?? you should make a reverse version where s/o is smaller!

A Smaller Predicament [Genshin Impact x Smol!Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Not only did you shrink, you went pocket sized as well!

(A sequel to "A Small Predicament")

(A/n): Sorry for the long wait anon, and I kind of added a twist to the scenario for more diversity hahaha hope you don't mind >_<. And why is Childe the poster boy for this series lmao.

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Childe

When Childe walks in, he doesn't see you....until he looked down. He almost crunched you beneath his feet if it weren't for your constant flailing of arms and screeching voice. He blanks out for a hot minute as you clung onto his toes, doesn't dare to move an inch because he's so petrified (even though there's nothing to be afraid of??). But honestly if Childe moved right now, he might accidentally flail you to the side and that's the last thing he wants.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU??" He screamed so loud it nearly blew you out of proportion. Seems like he's going to have alot of adjusting to do. Childe is a tall man (canonically the tallest) and he knows how impulsive he can get which is why he bought a handmade dollhouse from one of the Liyue merchants for you to stay in.

Though there's something about your tiny size that makes his heart flutter. With your face so small with a pair of eyes far too big, *clutches chest* "My oujo-chan is so cute" -Childe probably. He won't stop saying them over again and you were growing tired of his gushing reactions. He can't help it. He wants to spoil you rotten. You fit right onto the flat of his palms, the way you just snuggle up againts his finger and he just- swoons, might tear up (bruh).

Toys may be for kids but for Childe it was now his favourite pass time. While you navigate around the wooden dollhouse, he pitches in by moving around the furniture to make it easier for you. Offers to carry you through the rooms like a personal elevator. And please, please let him tuck you to bed. He has to pinch his fingers to grab the blanket. It's so adorable to him.

Loves it when you snuggle up against his collar. He thinks it would be the best area for you to be nearby him since the risk of you getting hit by anything (or him) by accident is very slim chance. Sometimes he pulls up his collar so that you're more comfortable and cradled within. He would have to avert his eyes down rather than turning his head if he wanted to look at you otherwise you'd be hit by his chin and that would hurt.

The poking sensation with you by his neck can bother him since he's veeeery tickilish there. Plus, Childe can get easily sweaty so have fun with that.

You have a feeling that he wasn't so pleased when you transformed back. You might be right. Actually, you are right. He secretly has an extra potion hidden somewhere...just in case.

Diluc

Mortified, his soul just left his body. To think things couldn't get any worse ever since he turned into a child to the point no one took him seriously, now you're literally the size of an apple. Oh god what if his bird suddenly swoops in and gobbles you right up? Or the wrath of the wind comes by, swirling you away towards a tornado. Needless to say, Diluc grew paranoid over your well-being ever since.

Due to your extremely small size, he will ensure that you are supervised by him (except at night where he has places to go). In otherwords, you're slipped into the inner pocket of his coat. It's super warm, you can fall asleep (and feel his heartbeat awww). Diluc doesn't like keeping you in places where people can see you, it would be too easy for outer things to access your tiny form (or maybe he secretly likes the feeling of you in his pocket.)

And he's such a gentleman about it. You noticed how careful he moves among his footsteps because he's worried that you might get dizzy. Diluc guards the pocket at close parameter, keeping an eye on things so he won't bump into them. As if he was treading on thin ice (you even suggested it was best to leave you home but he's too overprotective for his own good).

You're like his little assistant. Diluc does so much paperwork through out the day and although the act was small, he finds it endearing how you would help bring the papers back to it's rightful pile or pushing the ink bowl towards him. Or during his shifts at Angel's Share, crawling around the glass utensils and trying to find a specific wine beverage on his shelf. Of course that only happens when the shop is closed, how is he going to explain to his patrons that you shrank and now live in his pocket?

He dislikes the thought of you wandering too far. It's so easy for you to get lost especially when the mansion is so large.

At night you now sleep atop the fluff of the pillow. Diluc is a calm sleeper so he won't have to worry about hitting into you. However he radiates warmth so you just subconicously roll towards to his face. He usually wakes up with you sprawled over his nose. He can hardly breath (careful, he might just sneeze too).

This all happened because of the experiements you participated with Albedo. Diluc ensures that doesn't happen again. It will take some tencaious effort to convince him otherwise.

Scaramouche

Fuck this guy. He treats you like his new pet, a new toy (though you technically are one). He has this arrogant, smug and sadistic look as if he was a predator looking at his prey and grabs you by the collar before dangling you up in the air.

"Hmph, looks like the tables have turned," he says while toying with your state. You tell him he's just angry because he's short himself and mad that everyone else in the Fatui organization is taller than him. Scaramouche demon face activated. He's about to devour you. (Maybe you should keep your mouth shut this time. Honestly your relationship with him is pretty weird).

His hat is so fun to play with. You'd swing around like Tarzan using the strings that were hanging from it. His head was your playground now which annoys him to an enourmous extent because it makes him look ridiculous. Scaramouche will have a hard time catching you since you move around so much. Climb around him, especially the back of his neck. He'll start wheezing when you tickle him there.

The type to put you in a box but also the type to keep you on his shoulders. Being relied on makes him feel taller (lmfao). Scaramouche seemse to have developed a habit to poke your cheeks whenever he needed your attention and you bit him back once when he pushed too hard that you nearly fell off. Despite your size, your teeth still hurt. He threatens to put you back into the box if you don't behave and the outcome ends with a full out brawl as he tries to grab you again while you run around, pulling the strands of his hair to climb on top of his hat. (This is literally Tom and Jerry wtf.)

After transforming back, he outwardly admits his disappointmen. Scaramouche says it suits you better (when he actually meant that he highly prefers you small). You marked his words, keeping an extra vial for your own entertainment in the near future.

Xiao

Xiao was face-palming against his forehead real hard about this. For the love of Rex Lapis, what kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time? First it was the child incident, now you're the size of his finger? Good grief, looks like he will have to keep an eye on you from now on but at the same time he's scared to get too close, you are nothing but a tiny mortal in which he would have to double his effort to look after.

He lets you sit at the crown of his head rather than anywhere else. You insisted since it was easier to see everything at a nice distance (plus he's short so you won't have to worry about him bumping into door frames). You noticed that Xiao also has a little strand sticking out from the center (ahoge) and you sometimes grab onto it for stability. Turns out he's quite sensitive there and winces when you pull too hard.

For the remaining week as the antedote was being prepared, Xiao became extremely aggressive over your well-being, he looks as if he's ready to massacre everything in his way...which he did. Clears out the monsters off the path before going on daily strolls with you, you wouldn't have to lift a finger from now on. No one except for him is allowed to hold you unless they're a trustworthy person. You could feel his sharp eyes glued on you like a hawk when walking into the grasp of Zhongli's hand.

You once accidentally tripped into his almond tofu when he wasn't looking and he almost ate you. Turns out being small made his job as your gaurdian ten times harder (especially when you're the clumsy type). If you were to fall off the table, he would have to catch you right? Xiao often bumps into furnitures in the process...ouch!

He's very soft. It's all over his forehead, his mouth, his eyes. When he looks at you, his tense eatures melted away and there's an invisible fondness over them as he cradles you in his palm. The way you snuggle in them is lke the most precious thing in the world.

When you turn back, there's a wave of relief. He was really stressed out you know?

Zhongli

His first thought is to get you as far as he can from the Funeral Parlour before Hu Tao finds you. Who knows what that child might have in mind. Zhongli takes one of his empty tea pots and urges you to go inside, or carries a tea cup with you in it, he likes placing you on objects while carrying you around.

Zhongli realizes that you can no longer use the household items like before so he has to remake them to your standards- especially when he realized he doesn't have the mora to buy you a dollhouse. He improvises. Takes a handkerchief to make your blanket, his cups for your bathtub, Zhongli had to cut the foot into byte-sized too. But in terms of clothes, well he had to make them as well. Living thousands of years would mean he would have lot of experience. Sewing was one of them luckily. But that would mean he has to take your measurements as well. In the end, most of the things he made were dresses since they were alot easier.

You like to sneak in between his shirt and his vest tucked behind the coat he wears. Unfortunately Zhongli doesn't seem to have visible pockets (most likely the reason why he doesn't carry mora either), though if you don't hold on tight you might just slip down his vest and right to his stomach. It makes him chuckle when that happens even if the amount of effort to get you out took more than he thought since his attire is quite complicated to put on. If you really want to climb on him, he'll find a seperate pouch (but realizes it won't be a good idea when there's alot of pick-pocketers in Liyue streets).

All of a sudden he reads you bedtime stories. It's some sort of inner instinct that tells him he's taking care of a child now (he's right though). You realized that his voice was equivalent to a thunder's roar due to size difference. He would have to whisper now.

It will always be part of his precious memories when you turned pocket-sized. Zhongli still keeps the clothing he made somewhere in his closets too.

Kaeya

Amused by this eventful situation. Absolutely thrilled! He's not evil like Scaramouche but this new version of his s/o is both adorable and fun at the same time. You're so easy to tickle, just one poke using his finger against your hips makes you yelp. Sometimes he twirls your hair or taps your forehead gently despite your protest, he's so handsy like always in an affectionate yet annoying way.

Kaeya picks you up and places you among the fluffy comfort of his feathery scarf. You sneezed, the last time he cleaned it was before he went on a mission with the knights. Though you have to admit, it's the best feeling in the world. It's so soft you might sink deeper into the fabric. He likes to put you in places where he can talk to you easily, sometimes on the table while he downs on his wine. Normally you have to take the bottle away before it gets too much, now you have to push it away which he finds very entertaining at your futile attempts.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" you tell him. Since you turned byte-sized, he can't seem to stop playing around. Takes his two fingers and pretends they're legs walking across the surface. You would turn around and he halts, Kaeya sends you his signature grin. When he promises that he wouldn't do anything funny, you would let him hold you. Since hugs are out of the equation, Kaeya gives you his finger instead to wrap your arms around. He can't get enough seeing you like this, things he couldn't do when you were normal-sized. he enjoys your reactions way too much.

His favourite pass time is helping you brush your hair because the hairbursh is too big for you to handle. Kaeya ensure he's handling things delicately but he would love to help style it for you as well. Pretty please? At this point one request turns to another because he's having way too much fun. But it couldn't be helped since you would need his assistance in almost everything so there's really no escaping.

You were so happy when things were normal again but Kaeya would bring this up again during your conversations (how next time he would like to put you in his drinks while you're wearing a swim suit).

Albedo

Legit blurted out if he could put you on a hamster wheel.

What about trying out the little maze he just made?

Or participating in a race against slimes of different elements?

No? Okay, then he'll just turn you back.

Albedo isn't going deal with this as along as he can help it (especially when he remembers what Klee did to him when he turned small.)

[phantomwarrior12]

Crimson Cabal

Crimson Days, she'd called it.

Acrius isn't sure what, exactly, that entails. He'd asked in passing as they walked through the Tower; banners and all sorts of odd decorations had been strewn around the Courtyard - all of it seeming to stem from a secluded corner with a massive Titan.

But the Young Wolf had offered nothing more on the matter.

The Valus couldn't even decipher her voice this time - it's ordinarily so easy for him to read her on matters like this. After the Festival of the Lost incident, he'd opted to try and partake in more human customs as she has for him aboard the flagship.

But this particular instance? The Young Wolf is a mystery.

Acrius waits patiently as his partner speaks with the Gunsmith, discussing modifications to a pulse rifle or something or other. He's far too enthralled in tracing the swirling ribbons with his eyes - they seem to form an oddly geometric shape Acrius is unfamiliar with.

"Are you ready?"

Her voice beside him jars the Valus from his idle thoughts and his gaze falls to the Gunslinger beside him.

"What are those shapes meant to represent?" He points to the overhanging banister.

The Guardian looks up, angling her head. "That's a heart," she supplies nonchalantly, "We associate them with love and affection."

"...that doesn't look like your organ?"

The Young Wolf snorts a laugh, "It's not meant to, love. It's…I don't know the origins of it exactly but we believe that's where we feel love, in our hearts." She reaches up, patting over top where his heart is, "The shape is more or less just a representation and if you angle two organs," she gives him a teasing look, "together, they form that shape. Two hearts becoming one."

"...seems," he pauses, noting her expectant head tilt. "Sentimental?"

She snorts, "Smooth save, lover boy." She gives him a light push before she starts past him.

Acrius sighs and falls into step beside the Guardian, "Humans have so many…events to celebrate weird things. The Dawning. Guardian Games?" He shakes his head. "There aren't even battles commemorating these things. They're just–"

"Fun," she interjects as they make their way back to the hangar. "The word you're looking for, my Valus, is fun."

"I was going to see needlessly leisurely but sure." Acrius grumbles, maneuvering to fit through the doorway with some trouble.

The Guardian shakes her head, stepping through the threshold without any issue.

"I think you're just…uptight."

Uptight?

There's nothing upright about wanting a reason for celebration. This event is also based on sentimental nonsense. No wonder the Vanguard–

His gaze falls to his partner, her gaze fixed on the stairs ahead of them as they walk.

She doesn't complain of his events, does she?

The Valus heaves a sigh, pausing long enough to gaze back at the Courtyard. A moment of reflection is all he needs to realize she's tried to keep a passive air about the whole thing. She held no…enthusiasm as she has when she explained the other 'holidays'.

So why is she dispassionate about this one?

He'd think she'd be more invested in this one. She has him, after all. And while he's fairly new to calling this love? His feelings for her have grown in the months since their binding.

He doesn't know that he could imagine his life without her now.

Returning to a silent bedroom now is torture enough when she's on assignment. Spending time at his station when she is aboard the flagship is even worse. He can't simply request a leave every time his partner returns so he can sleep beside her.

How very irritatingly sentimental of him.

But then again, the Guardian has never been shy about her feelings. Her affection for him, when it came about, suddenly became glaringly obvious. He can recall the first time she told him she loved him like it was just this morning. A tender moment between them in the aftermath of her first death in front of him…at his hand.

She's said it so many times since and he has grown to ache in its absence. To hear her utter it? It stirs a flutter in his chest, a warmth and tenderness foreign to his person until he met her.

But now? Now she utters it and yet, her talk about its significance - of love's significance - is bland and muted.

Acrius has to know why.

"Do you not enjoy this holiday, Little One?"

Her head lifts and angles toward him though her focus remains forward.

"I wouldn't say that–"

"Then why do you sounds so…forlorn when you speak of its role in this event." He finishes as his hand grasps her shoulder and pulls her to a halt in front of him.

The Guardian doesn't look up at him and that is his next clue something is amiss. He kneels, his hand shifting to cradle the side of her head but she pulls it away.

"What is it?" He coaxes softly, his hand falling away from her form.

"It's nothing–"

"I'd like to think I know you a bit better than that by now, Guardian." He returns stubbornly and he notes the way her shoulders sag.

"Talk to me, Little One. Let me help."

"It's not something you can help with, Acrius." She steps into him, pressing her form to his chest and his worry only grows. A large hand settles along her back, his brow furrowing as he holds her close.

"Let me try."

Silence hangs over them for a long while - the bustling of the Tower forgotten beyond this quiet passage. Between the hangar and the courtyard, they're afforded a small reprieve from the noise and the prying eyes of civilians and Vanguard alike.

"...we had a Cabal binding." She begins softly, uncertainly, "When it was decided, Zavala asked me if I'd ever want to do one on Earth. At the time, you and I didn't get along, I told him not to…because marriage meant something different to me."

Acrius's brow furrows, "What does it mean to you, Guardian?"

She hesitates, a degree of guilt in her voice when she finally speaks, "That I chose you. That this was more than a formality and there was somehow affection involved."

"But…there is affection now?" He draws back a fraction to see her, "Isn't there?"

Isn't that what she meant when she told him she loved him? Isn't that what it means in the first place? Affection? Tenderness? An unwavering bond between partners?

"Of course…we didn't get to choose each other but we did find," she searches for the right wording, “A certain amount of choice with each other.” She looks up at him, lifting a hand to smooth along the edge of his mask.

“We made the choice to love one another.”

Acrius’s eyes soften as he inclines his head into her touch, “Is it a choice you regret, Guardian?” He doesn’t recognize the uncertainty in his voice and…the fear? Is that what it is?

The idea that she could regret what they’ve become? That she may yet resent him for not only his behavior when they first met but his nature since? That stirs something deep in him - something pained and, no, agonized. Something like despair if this has all been for naught.

But when his partner presses a kiss to the bridge between his eyes, some of that panic ebbs. Yet, he finds himself drawing her closer, unconsciously curling fingers around her cloak in a silent plea.

Could you regret me, my love?

Another kiss and his head angles weakly.

Please, tell me.

The Young Wolf meets his gaze then, stroking a thumb over a patch of skin just above his mask. “I could never regret that choice, Acrius.” She assures him with a tender smile. “You make all of this madness a little more tolerable. I don’t return and feel as though I’m still drowning when I’m in your arms. I know nowhere safer than right here.”

She presses another kiss to her face before she speaks again.

“Loving you…is the best decision I ever made, Acrius.”

The Valus has an impulse to crush her against his chest in a loving embrace, but that would surely shatter most of her bones. He aches to kiss her but he cannot stand the idea of removing his mask in public. There is relief and desperation at war in his chest and all he can do is lower his head against hers and pray it is enough to sate the whirlwind of emotion.

Irritatingly sentimental…but he doesn’t care.

The Guardian nuzzles his face for a long moment before she wraps her arms around his neck as much as she can and hugs him impossibly tight for a creature so small.

“I love you, Acrius.”

“I love you, too, Guardian.” He murmurs, pressing his face against her shoulder.

It’s only after a weighted minute or two that he realizes she never truly explained why she felt this way about Crimson Days. He could ignore it, leave things as they were but he needed to know.

“If you don’t dislike this holiday, what has you so dispassionate about it, Little One?” He asks softly though he doesn’t pull back.

Her arms tighten around his neck and she presses closer.

“Because I’ve been wanting to ask you something…something important but menial at the same time. It’s stupid really.”

“Out with it, Hunter,” he chides with a soft chuckle. “It can’t be all that bad.”

She pulls back, her hands framing his face in a comically too small contrast. He can see a smile in her eyes despite the determination in her features.

“Acrius…will you marry me?” She asks softly, though there’s an assuredness to her tone. No fear just unequivocally awkward about the entire question.

Acrius stares at her for a lengthy instant before a laugh rumbles through him. “Yes, my love, I will marry you.”

She surges forward to hug him, but the force by which she does it is enough to force the Valus back and he ends up on his ass with his partner sprawled over him. They share a laugh, she mutters an apology but he’s impressed by her strength and dismisses it almost as quickly as it leaves her lips.

She relaxes atop him, curling around him as much as she can and Acrius holds her.

“That was all that kept you…contained?”

She huffs a sound of annoyance but they both know it’s not genuine.

“Well, Crimson Days is about love and…all that goes with it.” Her head lifts and she smiles at him tenderly, her feigned irritation long forgotten. “I didn’t get to choose you myself, but I got to choose to love you. And now I get to marry you in our customs,” she settles back down with a sigh of relief.

“Which means, in the end, I chose you, Acrius, to be my partner.”

That certainly is a roundabout way of thinking about why the holiday bothered her but Acrius isn’t about to question it. He has his answer and he has his Guardian.

He can’t ask for anymore.

But perhaps this one time…

“Hunter?”

She makes a sound of acknowledgement but her head does not lift from his chest. He starts to sit up, she looks up at him with something like protest in her eyes that he quiets almost immediately with a brush of his thumb over her cheek and jaw.

“...why don’t you show me more of these,” he angles his head with a tender smile, “Crimson Day festivities?”

Her eyes brighten, her spine straightening as she stares up at him before her eyes narrow and her head tilts.

“I thought they were nonsense.”

“You say they’re fun, I’ll indulge you, Little One. So long as I don’t have to dance.”

She laughs, “You weren’t that bad.”

“Clumsy is an apt descriptor for that atrocity.”

“But I enjoyed it,” she grins, climbing out of his lap and stepping back to give him space to get on his feet.

She’s happy again, that’s a relief. He doesn’t often get her in this sort of mood - carefree and substantially more energetic. He’ll take it. All of it. Her. The silly holidays - all of it if it means she keeps smiling at him this way.

In the end, this is all he wants.

As he straightens to his full height, the Young Wolf slips her hand in his - substantially smaller yet somehow, a perfect fit for them.

“Lead on, Little One. Show me the wonders of your Crimson Days.”

And she does.

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[contrivedcoincidences6]

mulder and scully 26 for the kiss prompt 👀

Thank you!!!!! Ngl I'm so excited you sent me this you know it's my intention to drag you into my current obsession 🤣 sorry for any errors I forwent a beta for such a short story and wrote it all in like 20 mins.

26. kissing to make sure others know they’re taken

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Me: God I hate the Diana arc so much Also me: Writing yet another fic about it because I love how intense Scully gets

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Her first reaction to seeing Diana holding Mulder’s hand was an immense sense of loss and jealousy. She could tell they had some sort of history but she hadn’t had the chance to talk to Mulder since the meeting that morning. The Scully of just a few months ago would have walked away, head bowed, tears in her eyes. But she knew her place in Mulder’s life and by his side.

She’d woken up just that morning with Mulder in her bed, his arms and legs wrapped around her like she was his source of life. It was just three months ago when Mulder had driven her home from the hospital after the incident at Ruskin dam and things changed. He’d been getting ready to leave after making sure she was comfortable but he’d stopped at the door and just stared at her before pulling her into an embrace that morphed into a kiss.

As they’d laid in her bed later that evening, Mulder held her close and told her he loved her and everything changed. Most nights Scully found herself asking Mulder to come home with her, on evenings when they were exhausted or injured from the day they would sleep huddled together.

The incident with the New Spartans had tested them but afterwards they’d grown even stronger so as Scully entered the room where Mulder and Diana stood talking closely she tamped down her insecurity.

Mulder smiled as she entered the room in a way that made it impossible not to smile back. He drops Diana’s hand casually and takes the folder Scully holds out to him. She can feel Diana’s eyes on them as Scully explains Gibson’s test results and the amazing developments there that could explain Gibson’s gift. After reading over the results and listening Mulder looks up at her in amazement.

“We will need to run more tests, of course, but if these results are correct this could be quantifiable scientific proof of all of our work,” Scully couldn’t keep the excitement from her voice. The way Mulder looked at her made her heart flutter and she suddenly wanted to be alone in their basement office more than anything.

“How do you quantify the spiritual? It can’t be done,” Diana said, breaking the spell.

Scully sized up the woman next to her, a woman who had once been Mulder’s partner in more than just the X Files.

“Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it,” Scully repeats the words she said to Mulder years before as they had stood before his mother’s hospital bed thinking all hope was lost.

Diana’s eyes narrowed but before she could say anything Mulder spoke up, “Scully’s right, this could be the key to everything in the X Files. We need to bring this to Skinner, this is leverage, let’s go.”

In true Mulder fashion he began to gather his things in a rush, ready to move onto the next thing but Diana reached forward to grab his hand.

“Fox, it’s unwise to use this information widely. You don’t want to draw too much attention to the X Files,” she said as she rubbed his hand with her thumb in a way that made Scully feel sick.

Mulder pursed his lips and shook his head. “We need to pursue this lead, it’s the answer to everything we’ve been searching for.”

Gently, Mulder pulled his hand from Diana’s and moved into Scully’s space, handing her back the folder containing the EEG results.

He squeezed her arm and smiled at her. “Ready?”

The admiration in his eyes and the ridiculous need to stake her claim gave Scully courage and she pushed up on her toes to give Mulder a quick, but more than friendly kiss.

Mulder seemed stunned but shot her a goofy grin before throwing his jacket over his arm and heading out the door.

Before leaving the room herself Scully turned to give Diana a long look. “See you back in the city Agent Fowley.”

[lacontroller1991]

Burnt Skies (Rick Flag x Fem!Reader)

@h-hxgirl​

Requested by Anon: Saw this captain boomerang fanfic where he finds she's pregnant while they're on mission, I was wondering if you could maybe do something similar for Rick

Author's Note: He would be so protective of the reader fr fr, also this is gonna be angst angst angst so just beware

Warning: Death, pregnancy, language, blood, major character death, spoilers

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to go?” Rick’s voice echoed through the room before he halted, seeing you on the floor, head in the toilet.

“Yeah, give me a minute,” you replied weakly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and flushing the toilet.

“Are you sure? Are you feeling alright?” He asked, rubbing your back as you looked up at him with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll meet you there,” nodding his head, he walked out the door with guns strapped to his body on his tac vest. Looking at your reflection, you noticed a slight greenish tint to your face. Ignoring the wave of nausea, you made your way out of the base and to the plane. Walking up the ramp, you took a seat next to Rick who looked at you with concern in his brown eyes.

“Baby, maybe you should sit this one out. You aren’t looking too hot,” he whispered in your ear as you brushed the notion off. After all, you did have a really bad gut feeling about this mission.

“I’m here. I’m going,” you stated firmly as he looked you over one more time before shrugging his shoulders, knowing it was of no use to argue with you.

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The plane ride was hell. With the criminals being loud and Harley’s non stop chatter accompanying your periodic bouts of nausea, you were ready to get the hell off of the plane and right into combat.

“Alright guy, get ready to drop,” Rick shouted as the cargo door opened to reveal water beneath you. Once he gave the signal, you jumped into the cool water and began to swim your way to the mainland, waiting for the rest of the team to catch up to you. After everyone, save for the Weasel, had made it to the shore, you glanced over to your boyfriend who was laying next to Harley.

“Hey guys, it’s me. I’m the guy who called you and I brought my friends,” Blackguard shouted into the open, raising his hands while ignoring the shouts coming from the rest of the team and your boyfriend, Waller’s distant cursing ringing in your ear. Next thing you know, there was gunfire in every direction and things went to chaos. You quickly sought shelter behind a rock and shot off a few rounds into the woods, hoping to take down some of the Corto Maltese soldiers. “(Y/N), watch out,” Rick shouted at you as you turned to see what he was talking about, but it was too late before a large piece of debris from one of the trees knocked you out cold.

You woke up to machines attached to your body. Feeling the bile rise in your throat, you tried to get out of the restraints and look for a place to dump the contents of your stomach. Suddenly a pan was placed in front of you and that was all you needed to release the bile. Groaning at the light, you looked around the room and was surprised to see a cleanish room which plenty of nurses occupied.

“Ah good, you’re awake,” a voice commented as a rough hand pulled your head back, forcing you to look up at one of the generals you were tasked to take out.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You asked, squirming your body against the bed, trying to loosen some of the restraints.

“Mi amore, we are treating you. Seems you have caught a parasite,” he replied before summoning the nurse over to you, carrying a plate of food and some juice, “you’re government must really be struggling if they’re sending pregnant women into the field,” he mentioned as your blood ran cold.

“That’s impossible,” muttering to yourself, your head went fuzzy at the concept of you being pregnant. With Rick’s kid.

“On the contrary, when we brought in your friend and you, we noticed certain things,” motioning down to your stomach only brought awareness to the fact that you were practically naked in a room full of the enemy.

“Let me go,” you pleaded, pulling your arms as much as you could.

“I think not,” he replied before nodding to one of the nurses who moved to turn on a machine and attach it to your head. Screams of agony soon left your lips, blocking out the sudden spurts of gunfire in the halls.

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Harley laughed maniacally as she gunned down multiple soldiers, enjoying the way they were dropping to the floor. She needed to get out of there. She needed to find the others. After the last one dropped to the floor, she moved toward the door before hearing a piercing scream echo down the hallway.

“Sounds like someone’s having fun,” she ran her tongue against her teeth before skipping toward the scream. Slamming open the door, she raised the guns in her hand, ready to fire, until she saw you laying on the table surrounded by nurses.

“No one messes with Flag’s girl,” she muttered to herself before unloading the magazine in the room. All of the nurses slinked to the ground, covered in a pool of their own blood. Rushing over to you, Harley unstrapped the restraints and head piece before taking out the IV and looked for your clothes.

“Where the hell are ya clothes?” She asked, searching high and low before she found a bag filled with your bloody uniform. Helping you sit up, she noted the way you looked super frail but practically glowing at the same time.

“Harley,” you whispered out to her before passing out on her shoulder. “Awww, this would be really cute if not for the circumstances,” she stated out loud to herself, peering out of the window and seeing a guy in a helmet run across the street with Flag. Wait a minute, Flag! Running out the door, she ran around the corner before stopping in front of the two men.

“Hiya guys! What’s up?”

“We’re here to save you, is (Y/N) with you?” Rick asked with hope in his voice as Harley nodded, wrapping pale fingers around his wrist and dragging him back inside and through the pile of bodies she had claimed. At the sight of you, Rick ran to your side and hugged your limp body.

“What’s wrong with her?” He asked, fighting the tears that were beginning to surface.

“Don’t worry puddin’, she’s just asleep,” shrugging her shoulders, she left the room as you stirred, fluttering your eyes open.

“Rick?” You questioned as he rapidly nodded his head, placing kisses all along your face.

“Thank God you’re ok. I thought I lost you.”

“Rick, the doctors found something,” memories of the conversation you had moments ago replayed in your brain. You’re pregnant.

“I’m pregnant,” you whispered, mind still not comprehending the fact that you were pregnant. After all, you had been infertile most of your life. Avoiding his gaze, you waited for his response.

“How?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to be a dad,” he whispered, causing your head to snap up and see a smile play against his face.

“You want this? I don’t know if it’ll carry to term. You know that I’m infertile.” Placing his lips against yours, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you as close as he could to his body. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed back before a throat clearing interrupted you.

“This is sweet and all, but we have a fucking monster to kill,” DuBois stated as you looked up at Rick who smiled.

“Stay here, I’ll come back and get you.”

“I’m not leaving your side,” you replied as he sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You’re pregnant. No way in living hell am I gonna allow you to do this. You’ll stay here and that’s an order,” you and he both hated when he had to pull his rank, but you realized it was necessary in cases like this.

“Just come back to me,” pulling his lips down against yours for what feels like the last time, you encoded this moment into your brain, remembering the way he tasted.

“For you? Always.”

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He should’ve known you were going to follow them into Jotunheim. Not only were you stubborn, but you still had that nagging feeling that something was going to happen. Sneaking past the military, you found a window and busted it open with your elbow before entering the building. Landing with a soft thud, you looked around the room and noticed Peacemaker going down a dark tunnel. Running after him, you made sure to stay hidden by the numerous pillars. Peering around the corner, you saw Ratcatcher standing next to Rick, however Peacemaker was pointing a gun at Rick.

“Nobody is saying what they did was right,” Peacemaker stated, hand unwavering.

“They experimented on children!” Rick yelled as more explosions went off in the distance.

“That information gets out and it causes an international incident. Keeping the peace is worth any price, including the life of a hero like yours, sir, so please. Don’t make me do this,” your stomach churned. You knew that Captain America wannabe was no good, and now your love might just pay the price. Suddenly, rocks collapsed all around you, obscuring your view of Rick and Peacemaker.

“No,” you whispered to yourself, picking up rocks and trying to make a hole for you to get your body through. Your efforts became faster the more you heard the two men grunting. After successfully digging a hole big enough for you, you crawled through as you heard something like porcelain shatter and choking.

“You mother fucker,” Rick stated through gritted teeth as you watched in slow motion, Peacemaker’s hand grasping a large shard.

“Rick!” You shouted out before tackling him off Christopher’s body, not getting out of the way soon enough as Peacemaker lodged the porcelain into your lower abdomen. “No!” Rick shouted as Peacemaker threw you off. In the distance somewhere, you heard a gun go off before hands wrapped around your body. “(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” Rick called to you but you couldn’t hear him, your mind venturing off.

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The sun lit your face through the blinds, dancing in your eyes and creating a multitude of hues, a warm body pressed against you.

“Morning sweetheart,” voice deep from slumber, Rick rubbed his eyes as he let out a yawn. Stretching in bed before your 5 year old daughter came running into the room.

“Mommy, daddy. It’s Christmas!” She squealed excitedly, waking up the baby that was next door.

“Yeah it is baby, you excited for your presents?” You asked as she rapidly nodded while Rick slid out of the bed.

“I’ll go grab little Digger,” he commented, kissing your forehead and your daughter’s head. Getting up, you went to grab a coffee before the doorbell rang. Moving to open it, you saw Harley’s painted face waiting for you with Nanaue, Cleo, Robert and Abner carrying presents.

“Merry Christmas dollface,” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug before running off to see her god daughter.

“Come in guys,” you motioned for them to enter as Rick rounded the corner, your 10 month old in his arms.

“So this is the little guy, huh?” Cleo asked as Sebastian waved a hand at the newborn, earning giggles from the baby.

“Yep, Digger Anthony Flag, meet your family,” Rick lifted up the baby’s arm, making him wave to everyone.

“I’m proud of you guys,” Robert commented, slapping a hand on Rick’s back as everyone shuffled into the living room, Nanaue taking up most of the space.

“Thanks man, it wouldn't have happened without you.”

“Alright, everyone ready for presents?” You asked the room with Harley by your side, Harleen in her arms. Rick placed Digger in Cleo’s arms before walking up to you and bringing you into his side.

“I love you, Mrs. Flag.”

“And I you, Mr. Flag.”

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Groaning, you felt an excruciating pain in your abdomen and a feeling of loss?

“(Y/N), baby, you’re awake,” his tired voice resonated in your ear as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, his hand not leaving yours.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck,” you commented as he sniffled, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to escape.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he noted, petting your hair and placing another kiss on your forehead.

“And leave our kid without a father? I don’t think...”, realization dawned on you at that moment. The sudden feeling of loss and the pain in that general area washed over you as you began crying. “Oh God, the baby is gone, isn’t it?” You asked through tears as he let a couple slip down his face, nodding and trying to smile through the pain. Choking back a sob, you turned your face away from him as tears continued to fall.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispered, squeezing your hand. Shaking your head, you refused to meet his hazel eyes, “(Y/N), look at me.” Turning your head, your eyes locked onto his as he continued to smooth down your hair.

“We’re alive. We’re both alive. That’s all that matters,” he replied, crawling into the hospital bed with you and pulling you against his chest as you cried into his shirt.

“What if I never get pregnant again?”

“We will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m done with the fucking task force. Waller can find someone else to puppet. But I’m done. You’re done. We’re gonna get married and have a nice house. I’ll get a new job and we’ll figure it out. I promise.” Kissing the top of your head, he wrapped his arms around you as you calmed down.

“I love you,” you whispered against his chest as he hugged you closer.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Author’s Note: Well this was way longer than I intended it to be. But hope you enjoy!!

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The Serpent and the Rainbow Curse

The Serpent and the Rainbow was supposed to film in Haiti for 30 days. By day 11, everyone was secretly slipping onto a plane. Wes Craven later said of this total experience, “I almost died down there [in Haiti], and I experienced a lot of strange things. So, when I came through it all, not only alive, but healthy, I decided to begin taking my life a bit easier.”

On Day 1, co-screenwriter Richard Maxwell pretty much lost his mind. By Day 2, everyone was sick. It was all downhill from there. After meeting with a witch doctor for research purposes and telling him he wanted to be initiated into voodoo, Maxwell returned to his hotel completely disoriented. He was meant to be there finishing the third act of the script and helping out with any re-writes. Instead, he struggled to focus. Pretty soon, he lost the ability to write at all. By the time Craven and one of the producers stormed his hotel room to check on him, they found a half-naked, completely disheveled and disoriented shell of a man where they’re co-worker used to be. They got him on the first flight out of town, and when his wife and children met him at the airport in Miami he didn’t even recognize them. It was days before he finally snapped out of his hysteria, retaining no memory of what had happened to him.Maxwell was far from the only member of the production to suffer hallucinations. Bill Pullman claimed to have seen a green cow with television screens for eyes. A crew member swore he’d interacted with a long dead general who arrived on horseback and asked him to hand over the color blue.

Then, when everyone other than Craven fell ill the “we’re cursed” superstitions set in. The legend is the crew members didn’t take voodoo seriously enough and the locals sought to punish them for that. Cast member Paul Winfield saw a more rational explanation: it was unbelievably hot and they were all living in filth down there. It was only natural for their bodies to turn on them, make some of them see things, give others sudden vomiting fits.

But, all of that pales to what happened when the extras went on strike.

Craven: Things had been pretty tense all along. There were a number of bombings, and we were faced with riots because the thousands of extras we were using kept asking for more money. We were right in the middle of shooting when they went on strike. They surrounded the entire company and began throwing stones. They were ready to do us in. The producers and I had an immediate conference with them and negotiated a higher fee. At that point, we realised how dangerous the country had become for us.                                                                                                                          

They left Haiti the next day. They filmed a scene at the airport, and then hopped on the prop airplane to get out of Dodge, relocating to the Dominican Republic, where they filmed the rest of the movie incident-free.