#and i have to wake up sooooo early. GROAN!!

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Chapter 23

Summary: In order to have a dating life without the pressure of friends and family knowing, Wanda and Reader plan dates to meet at each other's places for romantic dinners. They tend to dance a lot.

A/n: Sorry y'all meant to post earlier today but had to walk Brady then had to make my food. I apologize for any and all errors, I haven't really been editing the chapters since I've gotten so busy but I LOVE this story sooooo much! I hope y'all enjoy!

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The alarm on your phone wakes you. It’s early on a Monday morning. The sun isn’t up yet but you have to be in order to make it to the job site at your scheduled time. You wish you could sleep in, but unfortunately you won’t get to do that for the next four mornings. As you yawn and stretch, you feel a hand pull you down. “No,” she groans, making you laugh as you continue to stretch. 

“I have work,” you remind her as you fall against her. Feeling your normally tense body relax into her warm embrace. Your muscles feel like jelly and you want to close your eyes for just five more minutes. But you don’t. You just know that those five minutes could be ten, twenty, an hour, or worse.  

“No,” she repeats as she snuggles closer, her eyes remaining closed as she does. 

“And what do I tell your brother when he calls asking me why I’m not at work?” You ask as you adjust to look at her. Wanda’s hair is a mess, her face is a little puffier than usual, she looks serene. You cup her cheek with your hand and lightly rub your thumb back and forth. 

Wanda leans into your touch and a content sigh escapes her lips. “Easy, you don’t answer,” she smirks as she presses her lips to the palm of your jaw. You shake your head with a soft laugh.

“So I shouldn’t tell him that his twin is refusing to let me leave her bed?” you tease and Wanda scrunches her face. She pushes you back and you grin.

“Gross, he’ll think we’re doing a lot more than snuggling and sleeping,” she covers her face as she shakes her head. Then she finally opens her eyes. “Besides, I think that goes against that whole keeping this between us thing.” 

You lean in and kiss her cheek, “Exactly, I’m going. Have a good day,” you swiftly move out of the warmth of the cozy bed and her arms and Wanda pouts as you do but she doesn’t put up more of a resistance. She sighs with a slight disappointment this time as the bed grows cool in your absence. She climbs out and stretches as she wakes her body up. 

“Are you going to come back tonight?” She asks as she shamelessly watches you undress. The two of you are still waiting to be physically intimate as the two of you continue to develop the emotional intimacy of the relationship in order to build a strong foundation. But as her eyes roam your body, she is beginning to forget why the two of you need to wait in the first place. 

You are lost in thought as you change and consider your answer. Uncertain if today is the day you had to pick up Rachel and Jean from the airport. It has been two weeks since the disastrous first date. You and Wanda had your second date on Wednesday of that week then your third and fourth that weekend. The week she had her boys, you needed to work on finishing orders for your side business and Wanda would sneak in from time to time to chat and maybe the two of you even made out a couple of times. 

Last night wasn’t a date outside of the house. It wasn’t even meant to be a date. It was a last minute invite and you weren’t up for much because you were working all Saturday and most of yesterday working for a delivery service to help catch up on the bills. “Um, let me check my,” you pick up your phone and look up the flight itinerary for Rachel and Jean. “Yeah, I can come back tonight. I don’t pick up the girls until Thursday… morning? Ugh, that’s going to be brutal. I need to warn your brother.” 

Wanda shakes her head with a disgusted expression. “Please, just say boss. It’s hurting my brain how much you have to run by my brother.” 

You smile and nod as you pull your work polo over your head and arms and straighten yourself out. “Alright, that’s not a problem,” you walk across the room towards her and wrap your arms around her and give her a soft kiss on the lips. “I love you,” you say. 

Wanda scrunches her nose as she catches a whiff of your sour morning breath, but she kisses you again anyway. “I love you and your stinky breath.” 

You wink at her with a wide grin before walking to her bathroom to use the toothbrush that you left here the last time.  You start brushing your teeth and she follows to brush her teeth at the sink next to the one you’re standing in front of. When the two of you exchange a glance, you wink at her and she shakes her head. 

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Wanda looks at her phone as she receives the last message you’ll be sending her for the rest of the week. Even though it’s the middle of the summer, you are finally taking Rachel on the annual camping trip. “Why do you look upset?” Pietro asks as he tries to look over her shoulder to get a glance at her screen just in case it’s a message from Vision. 

Wanda is quick to hide her phone. “Dude! Mind your business!” She says with the screen of her phone pressed against her chest. 

“Dude? Really? What are we, twelve?” He shakes his head and grabs a handful of chips from the bowl on the coffee table. 

“Yeah, when you’re trying to look at my phone and you’re eating like that!” Wanda doubles down and Pietro slows down his chewing but his mouth is still full of chips, giving him chipmunk cheeks. 

“What?” He asks dumbly. Wanda shakes her head and looks back at her phone as she tries to think of a response to your message before it’s too late. “This is my house, you know?” Pietro states as he adds the rest of the fist full of chips into his mouth. 

Wanda is visiting to finally meet her new niece. She has spent a couple hours doting over the baby while she anxiously checked her phone for messages from you. Now her boys are with their aunt, she is watching them as they each take turns holding the baby in the rocking chair in the nursery. Pietro told her that you had gifted it and Wanda recalls watching you make pieces of the chair but she doesn’t remember seeing you take it out. But it was a sturdy and comfortable chair. She had to hide how proud it made her feel to see the chair you made actually being used and shown off. 

“It still amazes me that you ever found someone to love all of this,” Wanda gestures with her hand waving it in a circle of her brother's face and body. 

“Whatever, you’re just jealous that I found someone I can be myself with,” he says as he puts his boots on top of the coffee table while crossing his legs. 

“Pietro! Get your shoes off of my coffee table!” Crystalia shouts from the other room. “And wipe it down!” She orders. 

Pietro quickly drops his feet to the ground and sits up. “Yes dear!” He shouts back as he gets up from the couch. Wanda watches with amusement and Pietro looks at his twin once he’s standing. “Not a word,” he warns. Wanda, unable to help herself, makes a whip sound as she flicks her wrist with a smirk. “I’m going to remember that,” he says as he walks away.

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The day you come back from the camping trip with Rachel, you're happy to find that Jean has moved out of your apartment. You find your room clean and without a bunch of overflowing luggages scattered on the floors. The bed is made with clean sheets. Your bathroom is clean with no evidence of makeup or used feminine products. The apartment no longer smells like Jean’s perfume. That was the best part. It almost felt like she was spraying it around as a substitute for an air freshener. So to have the apartment smelling like anything but her is a real relief. Rachel is happy to have a clean room to return to as well. The apartment doesn't feel as cramped with the bed in the living room finally folded away. 

You call Jean to find out if you should drop Rachel off at her house. But she doesn't pick up the first couple of times. When she finally does, she is irritated and breathless. “Hey, we're back. Do you want me to bring Rach over to you?” You ask, keeping your voice low in case Jean doesn't want Rachel at her house yet. 

“Oh shit what day is it?” Jean says and you can hear Anna giggle in the back stating that she doesn't know and doesn't care. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you let her know that it's Sunday. “Right, right, it's my week now. Okay. Yeah, give me…” she mutes herself for a couple of minutes. “Okay, okay, give us a couple of hours. I'll, we'll, the house will be ready. We need to clean up.” She is panting between words and you have to refrain from groaning out of disgust. But it's better off that she's jumping into bed with her wife instead of trying to seduce you. 

The night she kissed you wasn't the only time she made a pass at you. She tried a few nights later, while you were asleep. She crawled into the uncomfortable sofa bed with you and snuggled up against you. Her touch woke you up almost instantly and not in the way she preferred. You were repulsed by the idea of ever being with her ever again. You had to explain that to her in detail a couple of times before she finally understood to leave you alone. 

You shudder at the memory once you hang up the phone. You tell Rachel to take a nap but you don't tell her that you'll be taking her to her mom's house. You don't want to excite her, she needs to be resting. You step out to your balcony to call Wanda. 

“Hello?” Wanda sounds a little out of breath herself. 

“Hey,” you say as you try to figure out what she could be doing. 

“Y/n! Oh my goodness! You're back earlier than I thought you'd be!” She says excitedly. “Sorry, I'm on my treadmill. I didn't check to see who was calling.” You can hear her press a couple of buttons and the soft hum of the machine in the background slowly comes to an end. “Hey you, how are you doing?” She asks as she is catching her breath. You wish that you could be the reason she is breathless. You wish you were the one entangled with Wanda warning Jean that you need some time before she can drop off Rachel. 

“I'm doing good, it was a long drive. I can't wait to see you,” you say as you lean against the railing of the balcony. You look out to the busy view that the location of your apartment building provides you. 

“That's sweet,” Wanda sighs and you can hear the smile in her voice. “Do you think you'll get to?” 

“Jean moved out when I was gone so I was thinking,” you check over your shoulder to be certain that Rachel isn't within ear shot. “After I drop Rachel off with her mom, maybe I can stop by and see you?” 

Wanda takes a moment to answer, you can hear her swallowing her water for a moment. You wait kind of nervously before but maintaining patience. “Just stop by or do you think you can spend the night too?” 

Your smile widens. “I could be convinced but I don't know.” 

“I missed you,” she says softly. “Come on,” her volume lifts slightly as she pleads with you. “Spend the night with me. Hell, spend the week with me.” 

“That's a little fast, don't you think?” The words fall out of you before you could stop them. You're a little surprised that you're thinking about slowing things down between the two of you. All week, the only thing you could think about was being in her bed with her. Laughing with her. Crying with her. Playfully arguing with her. You laugh a little to try and play it off as a joke but you aren't certain if you meant the statement or not. 

“Well, considering that we're still waiting,” Wanda speaks slowly, dragging out her words. “I mean, I suppose it's a little fast to have you move in for a week,” she goes quiet for a moment. You are biting your nail on your thumb as you wait for her to continue. “But you know what? I don't care,” her voice sounds more certain, more confident. “I want you here. I want you to go to work and come back here. I want to make dinners with you. I want you here as much as possible.” 

You chuckle softly as you think about it. But then decide not to overthink it. You've spent too much time thinking. You want to take this small leap with Wanda. “Alright, I'll pack my bags then,” you state calmly and confidently. 

“Wait, are you serious?” She sounds slightly surprised but mostly excited. 

“Yeah, I'm serious,” you confirm. “I need to go if I'm going to sneak my bags inside the truck before Rachel can ask me about anything. I'll see you soon. I love you,” you say as you hold the handle of the door so you can enter the bedroom. 

“Okay, yeah, I'll see you soon. I love you,” her excitement is contagious as you feel a rush of energy and joy. You can't rid yourself of your wide grin as you hang up and start to get ready for your week with Wanda. 

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“...’Cause you feel like home. You’re like a dream come true,”  you hold Wanda close with your eyes closed as the two of you dance to the song. The two of you were enjoying dinner together at her home. She hasn’t let you take her out since you talked to her about your financial situation in depth. Wanda refused to let you do anything to spoil her, especially after how much you spent on her for the first date. You tried to assure her that you budgeted for it but she was adamant that the dates be affordable and that they didn’t need to be of any extravagance. 

“Expensive dates aren’t what makes a relationship great anyway. I think we both know that by now. I just want to be able to spend time with you,” she assured you when you were trying to assure her that you don't mind spending money on her. 

As the two of you continue to dance around the living room you can't help but think of the first time you and Wanda danced together. In the backyard with the sun setting and a bottle and a half of wine in your systems. Or was it two bottles? You don't remember, but it was a minor detail. What you do remember in detail was how much you wanted to kiss her. How much you wanted to feel connected to her. How much you wanted to be her partner. Now here you are, dancing with her once again. You still feel that way except now, you can kiss her when you want. And you do. Now you feel more connected to her than ever. Now you consider yourself her partner. 

“Can you believe it? Our kids are starting middle school soon?” Wanda whispers as her eyes fall on a framed baby photo of her boys as she looks over your shoulder. 

You shake your head as you continue to sway with her. “No, I can't believe it. I still keep thinking that Rachel is too young to be moving on to middle school. But she won't stop reminding me with how excited she is about it.” 

Wanda takes a deep breath. “Yeah, I keep eavesdropping on the boys because Tommy is constantly talking to Billy about all of the hot girls that are going to be at their middle school.” 

You scrunch your face, “Please, he hangs out with my daughter. I need to be able to sleep at night. I beg you, tell me you're lying.” 

“Oh come on. They made an entire plan to become siblings. I doubt Tommy or Billy will be looking at Rachel in that way,” Wanda says in a reassuring tone. But there's a hint of doubt in her words because she can't be certain of something like that until you and her reveal the relationship to the kids.

“Oh I'm not worried about Billy. But now I'm going to keep a close eye on Tommy,” you say jokingly and Wanda stops moving with you. 

“What?” She steps back slightly. “What do you mean you're not worried about Billy?” 

You shrug and shake your head. “No particular reason.” 

“Come on,” she presses. 

“No, it's nothing. It's just, I don't think Rachel would be his type,” you say as you try to steer away from the conversation. “It's getting late, we should get ready for bed.” You say as you step away and check your watch then find the remote to shut off the music. 

“Why wouldn't Rachel be his type?” She doesn’t want to let this go because lately she’s been feeling a little disconnected from her sons. A comment like that gives her the impression that you know something she doesn’t. “What do you know?” Wanda says as she follows closely behind. 

“Nothing, I don't know anything,” you say as you shut off lights on the way towards the stairs. 

“The way you're saying that makes me feel like you know something,” Wanda continues to pester you for information all the way to the bedroom. You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed. Wanda stands in front of you as she waits to hear the answers she's looking for, not allowing you to dismiss the topic of conversation. 

“Remember when we sat the kids down and explained my pronouns and what being non-binary means to me?” You ask as you take Wanda’s hands into each of yours. She nods as her eyebrows start to crease. “Well, Billy has had some…” you trail off as you try to search through your vocabulary that will best describe your recent conversations with Billy. “Curiosities lately. I don't know anything for certain. I'm not saying that he is anything. I'm not outting him because he hasn't confirmed anything. The questions could mean absolutely nothing. Just, prepare yourself. Billy might not be… I don't know how to put it. He might not be like Tommy.” 

Wanda pulls your interlocked hands up to cover her face. You're a little confused by her exasperated reaction. She’s dating you. She’s been with women in the past. Why would something like her son potentially being queer be upsetting to her. “He is going to have such a hard time at his father's house soon,” she mutters and that's when it clicks for you. She's not upset about her son's sexuality because she wants him to be heterosexual. She's concerned for his well-being in his father's home. 

“Did he know that you were queer?” You ask, curious of how they got married if Vision wasn’t as open minded as Wanda. 

“Yeah,” she sighs as she drops your laced hands down to her sides. “Don't judge me,” she starts as she keeps her head down, “in my defense I was in my early twenties.” She takes a deep breath and bites her lips. “But he's… he liked that about me because he thinks it's okay for women to be a little more sexually open because he finds it hot. And I didn’t realize how misogynistic and homophobic he was until we found out that we were having two boys.” 

You nod slowly as you start to grow worried for Billy as well. You remember how unaccepting your father was of the way you acted while you were growing up. You even remember the advice he'd given you when you told him about getting Jean pregnant. That he wanted you to quit being so “frilly” and to start acting like the child he wanted. That life is already confusing enough for a child, they don’t need to have a parent that lives a confusing lifestyle. 

He's only now starting to come around to the idea of you not being the gender conforming person he always wanted you to be. But you could handle his criticisms and his comments about you. Billy is a sweet and sensitive boy and Vision is a lot tougher on his boys than your father ever was. 

“What do you think we should do?” You ask Wanda as you let go of her hands and stand up to wrap your arms around her and pull her body close. Wanda melts in your arms and with her eyes closed she leans her forehead against your shoulder. She breathes you in as your words hit her. Just the simple way you asked the question made her feel more supported than years in her marriage did. 

You rub her back as you wait for her answer. Your mind races with solutions but none of them being helpful or worth suggesting. “I don't know,” Wanda finally says. “I guess it's just…” she shakes her head and leans back to look at you. “It's just one of those things that's out of my hands. I can't keep Billy away from his father. And I hardly know what's going on at that house. He's finally convinced them to stop telling me what goes on over there. So, I'm just going to have to be sure that he knows he can be free to be himself here.” 

You nod and press your lips to her forehead before leaning your forehead against hers. “He's going to be okay,” you assure her. Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and gives them a light squeeze.

“I hope you're right,” she says with a lump forming in her throat.

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You are sitting with Steve and Bucky in Steve's apartment. You have finally forgiven Steve for not talking to you about his relationship with Peggy and Bucky and Natasha. After starting your private relationship with Wanda, you could understand why he was private with the development in his life. 

Steve was going through a lot that he wasn't sure he ever wanted to be public. First, he and Peggy had given up on the relationship. But they were sticking together for appearances but they were miserable around each other. You weren't the best at giving relationship advice and completely missed that Steve wanted out of the relationship whenever he tried to talk to you about it. 

Then he met Bucky and felt an attraction that he'd never felt before towards a man. It confused him and while he dealt with those feelings, Peggy could feel him pulling away and eventually she got tired of fooling herself. They were private people as it was so there wasn't a big announcement of their split of any kind. That's where you thought that your friend had been cheating on his partner of several years. 

You felt like a shit when you realized that you weren't there for your friends as they navigated new feelings towards one another. But Steve and Bucky assured you that they didn't bring it up to you because of the problems you were facing at the time. And that they preferred to talk about it with each other. Then Darcy caught on and it was easier to come out to her since she didn't make a big deal out of it. 

Then you asked about Bucky’s girlfriend because he was also in a relationship with a woman by the time he met Steve. That's when he revealed that they were still figuring that out because Steve also had feelings towards Natasha. But they all felt weird about the “throuple” label. Steve especially wasn't prepared to deal with the backlash of coming out as possibly bi-sexual and then add being possibly polyamorous to that. He was already disowned from the majority of his family for dropping out of the military. He couldn't risk losing the family he had left. So, officially, he is single. But unofficially, he is seeing both Bucky and Natasha. Sometimes separately and sometimes together. 

“No way, Nat and Wanda?” You ask as you pop another beer open. You are shocked to hear about the relationship from someone other than Wanda. But you knew she felt some shame over the amount of people she was hooking up with. You try to tell her that it doesn't bother you but she still feels a type of way about the behavior. You hope that when you're finally able to be physically intimate with her that you'll be able to help her see that it wasn't wrong for her to explore her sexuality the way she had. 

Bucky nods, “Oh yeah, she told me everything. I couldn't believe it either. I mean, I've only met Wanda less than a handful of times but I never thought she was the type. She broke poor Nat’s heart.” 

Your eyes widen, “Really? Wow, I had no idea. I thought they seemed a little weird towards each other at the New Year's Eve party. But honestly, knowing her ex-husband, I thought maybe Nat had been with him and Wanda knew.” You tip the bottle against your lips as you make a mental note to talk to Wanda about Natasha. “It's crazy how much we can miss about each other’s lives if we're not on each other twenty four seven.”

Steve and Bucky share a laugh as they agree and drink their beers. “Yeah, I think Darcy mentioned that Jean was living with you for some time. How was that?” Steve asks, he's never gotten along with Jean and he never bothered to get to know Anna. Although she would try to approach him in conversation at gatherings that you'd host. That's where Peggy would come in and either take over the conversation or come up with an excuse to get him away from her. 

You groan at the memory as you nod to confirm. “It was starting to feel like she was never going to leave. It wasn't a fair situation and I was not about to let Anna get the house. If they went through with a divorce. But they seemed to have patched things up and Anna is treating Rachel like she's her daughter again. I don't know. The whole thing has put a bad taste in my mouth but I can't do anything about what they do. I can only do my best to protect Rachel.” 

Steve shakes his head and mutters insults about the women to himself. You don't catch half of it and you don't ask him to repeat himself. Bucky shakes his head and scoffs. “I couldn't do it. You're a tough one for putting up with all of that, Y/n,” Bucky commends you as he puts his hand on your shoulder. 

You shrug, “It's not easy but that's what you agree to when you have kids. When there was a choice, that is.” All three of you shake your heads and take a sip of beer before you continue. “I don't know that I'd recommend it but Rachel is great. She's far from being the problem. Every family has their issues and I guess that's what makes them family.” You sigh deeply as you look at the screen. The three of you were watching some show on a streaming network that had just released its most recent season. Well, more like it's releasing its most recent season weekly. You don't like that they started to do that but it did help bring you and Steve back together because it's a show that the two of you have watched together since it came out. Now you're here every week on the night the latest episode is uploaded. The three of you pay attention to the rest of the episode as you push away the image of Natasha and Wanda out of your mind. 

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“I just want to know why you didn't tell me it was Nat that you were seeing last summer,” you ask as you follow Wanda to your bedroom. She wanted to see what it would be like to live with you for the week in your space. It's been a few weeks since that night at Steve's apartment. You haven't brought it up to Wanda until now because you were keeping it out of your mind. Then, somehow, you don't really remember how… it got brought up. 

“Because, it's embarrassing! Besides, you don't see me asking about everyone you ever slept with!” Wanda says as she waves her hands around. 

“That's because you've already met them all,” you remind her with the same energy she was throwing at you.

“So what, are you calling me a whore now?” She asks with a pointed look. 

“What?! How the hell did you get that idea?” You are thrown off by the accusation. 

“You're not denying it,” Wanda states defensively. 

You shake your head. “No, I'm not calling you a whore because I don't think you're a whore. I just…” you take a moment to think before you speak and make things worse. “You don't have to talk about every hook up. I would just like a heads up whenever I meet them. Or at least if I meet them around you. Like what happened with that one waitress. Did I get upset with you and call you a whore then?” You use your first date as an example because you felt like you handled that pretty well. 

Wanda looks away and bites her lips in thought. “No, but how do I know that you weren't thinking it?” She asks as crosses her arms over her chest. 

“Because, Wanda, you are supposed to trust me when I tell you that I love you and that I don't judge you. Especially for things you did before we started dating.” You step closer in an attempt to disarm her. You gently place both of your hands on her shoulders and gaze into her big green eyes full of insecurities. “I don't judge you, Wanda. I don't think you're a whore, Wanda. I love you, Wanda.” You move your hands up to cup her cheeks and hold her head in your hands. 

Wanda melts to your touch and untangles her arms. She puts her hands on your waist and clutches the fabric of your shirt. Tears spring to her eyes as you maintain your eye contact. Your tone not wavering once. She has no choice but to listen and believe you. 

“You better mean that,” she says as her tears start to uncontrollably fall. You pull her close in a tight embrace to hold her while she breaks down. Free to cry in front of you and process her emotions in your arms. You love her and show her as much as you continue to listen and try to understand where she was coming from when she got upset. 

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Pietro sits back in his lounge chair as he observes you and Wanda at the grill. It's the end of summer and Wanda thought it would be a good idea to host an end of summer party for the kids. She invited everyone in her inner circle. Agatha and her son Nicholas, Carol and Val, him and his family, and you and your daughter. You and Wanda were chatting quietly to one another while Wanda grilled the meat options. There was something different about the two of you. He couldn't put his finger on it. 

Crystalia bounces Emma in her arms as she returns to Pietro's side. “What are you staring at?” She asks her husband as she sits on the chair beside his. 

“Do they seem… closer?” He asks his wife. Pietro wasn't typically one to gossip or speculate but he knows he can trust his wife with his thoughts. 

Crystalia shakes her head. “Oh no, don't go there again. Come on, it was bad enough you lost money over a stupid bet. Just, leave your sister alone. You know how she can be. Even if there is something to talk about, she's not going to do it if you go badgering her about her personal life.” Then she looks over at you and Wanda and notices the way you're standing close to her in-law. She catches onto the way the two of you smile at each other. How Wanda's eyes flit to your lips and how yours do the same. “Huh, at best they're hooking up,” she says to confirm her husband's suspicions. 

Pietro sits up and takes off his sunglasses. “So you see it too?” He looks like he's about to get up and say something to the couple they're spying on. So Crystalia places Emma in Pietro's hands. “Crys, I can't just let this go. Y/n is my friend, yes, but they're also my employee. This… I have to put a stop to this or do something.” He looks down at the little girl in his hands as she giggles and slobbers on herself. He grins at her then gives his wife a pointed look.

“Pietro, Y/n is your employee but Wanda isn't. They're not breaking any rules. Besides, we don't know anything for certain. Just,” she sighs and gets settled into her seat. “Just relax and leave them alone. They're both adults. And it's not like you haven't said before that you would be thrilled if they got together because you like Y/n and think they'd be perfect together. Honestly, if they did get together, it'd probably be your fault to begin with.” 

Pietro makes a face at the accusation and Emma giggles as she reaches out to touch her father's face. “What are you talking about?” 

Crystalia shrugs, “When Rachel was having problems in school, you suggested that Y/n put her in the same school our nephews attend. And you know how involved that school requires parents to be.” 

Pietro shrugs, “It's a really good school. That doesn't mean anything.” 

Crystalia doesn't buy it. “Oh yeah? Was it really a coincidence that you started to put together company events right after Wanda and Vision split up? No one invited their siblings to those things unless they work for the company but you were constantly inviting Wanda.” 

“She was having a hard time. I thought she could’ve used a reason to get out of the house. She only went to one of those things anyway. And Y/n couldn't even show up to that event,” Pietro defends and his wife scowls. 

“You can't remember our anniversary but you can remember that?” Crystalia asks, only to prove her point. Pietro shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “When Wanda needed work to be done on the house, you asked Y/n to help you. I know you keep saying that it's because they're the best worker or whatever, but you literally could've patched up the wall by yourself. And you would've never acted on extending the house without the appropriate permits the way you did.” 

Pietro shakes his head as he continues to deny this theory his wife has about him essentially being a puppet master for you and his sister. “Okay, I don't think they're together, you just made me realize how crazy I sounded. Because you sound completely mental.” 

“Don't call me mental in front of our daughter,” Crystalia warns. 

“I'm sorry, you're right. Mommy isn't mental Emma,” he whispers to his daughter. She pats his face and starts to tug on his facial hair. He chuckles as he looks up at his wife. “But you've got to admit, you're giving me a lot more credit than I'm worth. You really think I'm that thoughtful?” Crystalia can't help but agree with that statement and decides to drop the subject altogether. 

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You and Wanda are lounging on her sofa. You are lying vertically on the part of the couch that extends forward. Wanda is lying horizontally along the length of the sofa with her head in your lap. You have your fingers in her hair as you periodically massage her scalp. As the movie begins to lose her attention, she looks up at you and starts to watch you watch the movie. You're zeroed in and completely focused on the plot. She doesn't know how you could find such a movie interesting but she doesn't mind watching you this way instead. 

You don't realize that Wanda's focus is on you until you feel something lightly tickling your stomach. You look down and notice that Wanda is trying to lift your shirt up. “What are you doing?” You ask, startling her slightly. She looks up at you with wide eyes from being caught.

“Nothing,” she shrugs as she removes her hand from your shirt and looks up at you. 

“You wanted to watch this movie, remember?” You remind her with a teasing tone.

“Yeah, well, I lost interest,” she says as she sits up. She moves so that she's sitting on her knees. Wanda bites her bottom lip as she looks at you. “Besides, we've watched plenty of movies together. I think I'm in the mood for something else.” She says as she inches closer to you. She puts her hand on your chest and you raise your eyebrows at her. 

“Do you want to put on some music and dance?” You ask, not wanting to read too much into her touch and actions. But she shakes her head as she maintains eye contact and moves to lock her arms around your neck. “Do you think we're ready for that?” You ask as you catch onto what she's getting at. 

“I'm ready,” she says as she kisses your cheek. “Are you?” She says as she crawls onto your lap. You don't have to give her much of a verbal answer because you can feel that burning desire growing in your body. A desire you haven't felt for anyone before. Even the desire you had for Jean when you were a teenager pales in comparison. You kiss Wanda’s lips and place your hands on her hips. 

“I'm ready,” you say in a harsh whisper. Wanda giggles as she had already gathered that much. She has her hands on your cheeks to keep you close and pull you in to continue kissing you. As her hands hold you steady, your hands begin to explore her body. Your touch is almost as greedy as a teenager experiencing something like this for the first time. Yes, you've touched her body many times since the two of you have started dating. But not like this. Not without restrictions. You are free to explore her however you want and that notion has you aimless with excitement. You don't know where to start first or where to keep your hands. You have to remind yourself that there is plenty of time to explore every inch of her. If not tonight then another night. 

Wanda breaks the kiss and crawls off of your lap and stands up. She looks down at you with a grin. She tips her head towards the stairs. “Come on,” she invites you with her hand out to you. 

You shuffle off of the sofa and rise. You take her hand and all her to guide her towards her room to finally cross the line both of you have been painstakingly avoiding until now.

Chapter 24

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[rathockey]

seven(ish) sentences sunday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @911onabc @wikiangela @heartbeatdiaz @rogerzsteven @wildlife4life @panbuckley @prince-buck-diaz

i've been posting sooooo late in the day lmao sorry! i've just been so sleepy :) anyway have some more buddie hockey goalie tandem au!

“Room assignments, guys, I know you don’t normally have to double up but apparently there was a mix up with the reservation, so we have half the rooms we expected.” Bobby called out to a chorus of groans. “You’re all adults, you are capable of sharing a room for a night.” He grabbed the roster. “I’m assigning the rooms so there’s no fighting. You wanna switch around afterwards, fine, but this way everyone for sure has a room and I get to sleep tonight.” He rattled off names from the list, passing out room keys. “Han, you’re with Wilson, Panikkar with Donato, and Buckley with Diaz.” Buck groaned as he watched Eddie go up to grab the keys from Bobby. “Chim, Hen, switch with me?” He nudged Chim’s shoulder and flashed pleading eyes at the pair. “Hell no, you snore.” Chim shoved Buck off. “And you wake up stupid early on game days.” Buck turned to Hen, smiling hopefully. “Nope.” Buck groaned again. “It’s not gonna be that bad, Buck. I still don’t get your issue with him. He’s a good goalie and a good teammate. He’s been nothing but nice to you. You can share a room for a night. Maybe you can get over whatever this dick measuring contest is.” Buck watched the two of them walk towards the elevators, seriously debating asking Ravi or Lucy to switch. Before he could open his mouth to ask, Eddie was there, holding a room key out for Buck to take.

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[allcanonisrelative]

It was so exciting to rediscover this when Imp messaged me about it earlier today! This was (almost) the fist MASH writing I ever did maybe a month into watching the show last year and it's sooooo on brand (and I love it for us) that we both latched so hard onto writing BeejHawk + Baby.

This was my reply in BJ's pov to Imp's Hawk pov above (and I would like it noted that I had not yet watched the episode 'Kim')...

BJ wakes to a light touch on his shoulder. Margaret is leaning down over him, speaking quietly into his ear as soon as she sees that he’s awake. “I have to go to post-op, Private Jones is taking a turn for the worse. Will you go sit with the baby until I get back?”

He jerks his head in a nod and she whisks away. He groans quietly and rolls over. Charles is on duty, he must have sent for Margaret. Hawk is… his eyes struggle to focus through the gloom. He thinks Hawk might not be asleep. 

He drags himself out of his cot, willing his brain to stay half-asleep, like he can keep himself from thinking about it through sheer willpower.

The baby is asleep in her makeshift crib in Margaret’s tent. BJ pulls his robe tighter around himself and drops down into the chair, hooking his elbows over the raised side of the crib to gaze down at her. She’s got her hands in tiny fists resting on either side of her head and he feels the most powerful, gut-wrenching sense of deja-vu. Almost expects to feel Peg’s hand on his shoulder as they gaze down together at this wonderful, terrifying thing that they did. 

Against all odds. It was a common saying around their house. Against all odds, he’d found a woman to share his life with. Against all odds, they had become parents. And that was all back in the safe, sane world of sunny California. Here, in this hellhole, where life itself was a bet against the odds, why not take those odds, why not kick and scream and claw one more miracle out of the hands of fate?

BJ gets up before he can think himself in circles, rummages around Margaret’s desk for pen and paper, and starts to write.

“Hawk.” He shakes Hawkeye’s shoulder gently. “Hawk, wake up.”

“Mmrpgh,” is all he gets in return before Hawkeye rolls onto his stomach and presses his face into his pillow, hiding from the early morning sunlight.

BJ crouches down by his cot, shakes him again until one bleary eye opens and he mumbles, “Time’sit?”

“Early. But I need you to do something for me, all right? Here.” BJ holds out a few folded sheets of paper, covered in his scrawl. “Read this and then hide it in your footlocker, okay? Then come and find me. I’m gonna take a walk before breakfast, clear my head.”

He watches Hawkeye keenly, sees the exhaustion in his face pushed back by curiosity as he levers himself up on one elbow and takes the letter. BJ squeezes his shoulder and makes to stand but for some reason his legs don’t obey his brain and he just hovers there in some kind of limbo, caught between the sleepy warmth of Hawkeye’s skin, bleeding through his t-shirt, and the bright blue of his eyes, wary and intense, the full force of Hawkeye Pierce’s attention, at once craved and feared, and fixed right on him. He swallows, and they probably hear it in North Korea. “Come and find me,” he says again, and leaves the tent without looking back.

Dear Peggy,

I’m writing this before I know if I’ll actually send it, or even how I could get it to you. Can’t risk sending it regular army mail service because what I have to say is too important to try to get it across masked it in our usual riddles, I need to be absolutely sure you understand what I’m telling you and what I’m asking you. So I’m just going to write it as though no one but you, me and Hawkeye are ever going to see it, and figure out delivery later.

Peg, something completely unexpected and absolutely insane has happened here. About a week ago a baby was left at the camp in the middle of the night, a perfectly healthy, beautiful little baby girl, half-American and half-Korean. She was left in a basket outside our tent with only a note saying that her father was an American GI but he was gone now, that her mother couldn’t care for her anymore, begging us to take care of her baby girl.

You wouldn’t believe the change that this little angel brought to our miserable old camp, Peg. I know you see through me when I make light of the circumstances here and bless you for not pressing me to tell you details, but I know you’ll believe me when I say that whatever you imagine life is like over here, it’s actually worse. But since this little one came into our lives, we’ve all grown even closer than we already were, rallying around her like if we can just take care of this one, tiny innocent, then maybe… I don’t know, Peg, I don’t even know how to finish that sentence. All I can say is that this child is somehow larger than life, she means something to all of us and her wellbeing is more important to us than our own.

At the same time, she’s just a baby, and I can’t let myself lose sight of that. How we feel about her doesn’t matter, she deserves a life of her own, she deserve to be happy and loved and safe. She’s so small, Peg. We don’t know for sure how old she is but she’s not much bigger than Erin was when I left. And she’s completely alone in the world. I can’t even imagine how it would feel to be so desperate as to abandon your child. I’ve cried more this past week than I have since I got here. I keep waking up in a cold sweat, panicking because I don’t know where Erin is. 

We can’t take her to a Korean orphanage. Our chaplain says that life for mixed-blood kids can be hell, here in Korea. Abused, mistreated, sometimes killed outright. There’s a catholic monastery that takes in orphans, but they’re kept cloistered in the abbey their whole lives, and then, if they’re lucky, farmed out for missionary work, and that’s no life. Hawk and I, and the colonel and even Winchester have been running ourselves ragged this last week, going to the Red Cross, talking to generals, pleading with anyone who will listen to us to just help us get this kid to America. That’s all we’re asking for, safe passage to an American orphanage, but you’d think we were asking them to put her on the British throne. It can’t be done, we’ve heard over and over. American military law does not recognize that this child even exists. She might as well be a ghost, in the eyes of our all-seeing government and this pompous ass of a general had the gall to imply that we were trying to shuffle her off to avoid our own paternal duties. Peg, I almost broke his nose when he said that, thinking about how his goddamn police action is what’s keeping me from my own baby girl, but I’ve had a day to cool off and it’s the middle of the night, right now I’m sitting up with the baby, she’s sleeping like an angel, I wish you could see her. Anyway, it’s the middle of the night and I’ve just had the craziest idea, thinking over what that general implied. That there was nothing to be done for the kid unless one of us was the father.

I bet you knew where I was headed with this before you’d read two sentences, but it’s taken me all this time to work up to it. Here it is. Peggy, I want to ask if you would be willing to take this little one into our home. If that’s all it was I wouldn’t be so scared of asking you but that’s not why my palms are sweating. We’d have to do it by the book because I just don’t know how close an eye the government would keep on us, but to be safe I think we would have to keep up all outward appearances that I was unfaithful, got my Korean mistress in trouble and then not only asked you to forgive me but asked you to raise my illegitimate child. You can tell S the truth of course, and maybe J and T after the fact, but we’d have to keep it from our folks, from everyone we know professionally, until she’s safe. Maybe once she’s in the states with a birth certificate and citizenship and all the right papers, maybe getting her into foster care would be easier than I think. I just don’t know, and there’s no one here that I can ask. I figure we’ll lay low here for a couple of months until the people we spoke to this time around have rotated out or forgotten about us, and then we try again with the new story. 

The thought of letting her out of my sight turns my stomach. But the truth is, no matter how much we love he, no matter how committed we are to taking care of her, this is still a war zone and this camp isn’t a home. She can’t stay here.

Talk it through with S. God I wish we could just have one ten-minute private phone call, the cloak and dagger is getting to me. I couldn’t tell what you meant in your last letter, did something happen? I hope you’re all right, both of you.

God, Peggy, I’m shaking as I write this. I’ve been telling myself not to expect anything from you, it really is an awfully huge and terrifying thing to ask of anyone. It’s one thing for the two of us to play happy family, it’s another thing entirely to ask you to play unhappy wife. And I never would, if the little one’s soul didn’t hang in the balance. You should see Hawkeye with her, Peg, you’d just die. All I’ll say because I’ve just remembered I’ll have to show him this letter is that the man’s hands were made for two things: working surgical miracles, and rocking that angel to sleep. If he thinks this plan isn’t too crazy, or is at least just crazy enough to work, I’ll see about getting this letter to you. We’ve got a batch of home bound boys in post-op right now, maybe one of them could carry the letter to SFO and meet you there. You’ll have to telegram me back with your answer, I’ll think up some code we can use. 

The kid looks like she’s waking up. We named her Eliza, earlier tonight. I know, don’t start. I should put this down and see if she needs anything, though I already know I’m going to need a fresh handkerchief. It’s impossible to keep it bottled up, how much I miss Erin when I’m holding her. I would die for one kiss from her. God damn this war.

wednesday snippet

I was tagged by @strugglequill and @lynxindisguise in snippet games this week, but instead of a snippet, I bring you a lil ficlet (and I'm switching fandoms entirely, sorry not sorry).

@allcanonisrelative and I are fairly prolific coauthors, but our problem is that we cowrite a lot of things that go unfinished 😂 This is my portion of a fic that was supposed to be an AU for M*A*S*H after "Yessir, That's Our Baby". We never finished it, but we had a blast planning/writing it. And what the heck, the fandom can always use more Hawkeye + babies content.

CW for period-typical attitudes/thoughts/vocabulary re: queerness.

Tagging @allcanonisrelative @serpercival and any other MASHoles who see this and want to play along with the snippet game!

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“She has your eyes.”

Hawkeye barely hears him, absorbed as he is in the tiny hand that’s wrapped around the tip of his finger. When the words sink in, he shoots BJ an unimpressed look.

“My eyes, huh?”

“Well, she certainly doesn’t have your nose.” 

“Ha, ha.”

They’re both sitting on Hawkeye’s cot, BJ pressed up against him so that he’s a single line of heat all along Hawkeye’s side. There’s no reason for him to be so close, but Hawkeye’s not about to question his good fortune. BJ leans over, crowding into Hawkeye’s space, and runs the tip of his finger down the baby’s tiny button nose. Hawkeye’s nostrils fill with the scent of clean soap and stale sweat, BJ’s sweat, and his mind stutters to a halt. BJ always does that, stops Hawk dead in his tracks with a touch or a glance or a smile, and then he carries on without pause, oblivious to the fact that Hawkeye’s entire world has been knocked off-kilter.  

The baby snuffles in her sleep, and suddenly she’s the only thing in Hawkeye’s world. He’s mesmerized by her round cheeks, by her tiny pink lips, by the dark wisps of hair on her head. He strokes a thumb over her silk-soft cheek and she doesn’t wake, merely snuggles closer to him. 

“She looks good on you,” BJ murmurs. His other hand is pressed against Hawkeye’s lower back, and for a moment, Hawkeye allows himself to indulge in the fantasy that this is real, that BJ’s touch is that of a lover instead of merely a friend, and that the baby--

It’s too outlandish. Too perverted. Men with his inclinations don’t have children, and the idea of having one with another man? Sidney Freedman would have him locked up faster than he could say please BJ I want to have your baby.

But because Hawkeye is, at his core, a selfish man, he whispers, “What should we name her?”

He keeps his voice pitched low, like it would break the spell if he said it any louder. He expects BJ to scoff, to move away, to laugh at his joke and tell him it’s time the baby went back to Margaret’s tent.

Instead, BJ murmurs, “Elizabeth.” 

“Elizabeth?” Hawkeye repeats, too startled for a witty rejoinder. He hadn’t expected an answer at all, much less for BJ to indulge him this fantasy.

“Mm. But we’ll call her Eliza for short.” 

We? Hawkeye can barely breathe, all the breath punched from his lungs by a single word. We. BJ says it so naturally, like it’s a foregone conclusion. We. Us. BJandHawkeye, HawkeyeandBJ.

“Beej,” Hawkeye whispers, the word cracked-open and aching and raw. 

BJ lifts his head, nose grazing Hawkeye’s cheek, and Hawkeye shivers. He turns--

The door to the Swamp opens, and Margaret breezes in. BJ pulls away from Hawkeye, swiftly putting several inches between them, and Hawkeye feels cold at the loss.

“It’s past her bedtime,” Margaret says sternly, holding out her arms for the baby. Hawkeye hands her over, too stunned to do anything else. What did BJ mean by we? Why had he played along? Had they been about to…

He won’t allow himself to think it. He can’t. 

And then suddenly Margaret and the baby are gone, and BJ crawling under his blanket on the other side of the tent, and Hawkeye is alone, his arms empty and aching.

[demobatboys]

I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True Part 2 (Ruhn Danaan x AFAB Reader)

Pairing: Ruhn Danaan & AFAB Reader

Prompt: Part 2 of I Think We Both Know That Isn’t True

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Drinking, swearing, angst

Authors Note: Sooooo I got a little carried away and this one could definitely have a part 3 if anyone wanted it! Thank you to those who requested a part 2. And remember my requests are always open. 

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You sighed, picking your nails as you sat at your desk in the Aux headquarters. It was 4:35pm on a Friday and the clock seemed to be ticking extra slow as you waited for your work week to finish. It had nearly been a week since you had last spoken to Ruhn, you heart cracking for the umpteenth time as the sadness in Ruhn's eyes as you walked away flashed across your mind. You groaned, resting your head against the cool surface of your desk. You though that loving Ruhn from afar was one of the worst things you could experience but you were wrong. Not having him in your life at all was worse than anything you could have ever imagined. You had decided the night before, tossing and turning sleeplessly as you had been the whole week, that you would be the bigger person, apologise, and hope to the gods that he would want to remain in your life at some capacity.

Ruhn hadn’t been into headquarters all day, an incident in The Old Square keeping him and Tristan out of office for the entirety of the day. Declan was working from home, as he usually chose to do, and majority of the Aux had either knocked off early or were out patrolling, which left you at your cubicle alone. As the day has passed, the nerves in your stomach had broiled and bubbled, your heart stuttering and heavy saliva coating your mouth every time the doors opened and closed – only for you to have to calm yourself when you realised it wasn’t him coming through them. You and Ruhn had never fought like this before. There had never been this long of a period between speaking to one another, the only awkwardness between you had stemmed after you had given your body to him. And you had both decided to never do that again – against your deepest wishes.

Your suffering was cut short briefly before it revved back to life again when the doors swung open and Ruhn pushed through them, his mouth set into a hard line and eyes cold. The Starsword was slung across his back and you had to divert your eyes, stomach erupting into butterflies as he brought the bottom of his shirt up to wipe at the sweat on his brow – baring his glorious waist to you. He didn’t even spare a glance towards you as he strode straight towards his rarely used office, slamming the door behind him. The butterflies in your stomach ceased flying, dropping heavily, leaving nausea in their wake. “You can do this,” you whispered, shaking your clammy hands at your sides as you stood. “He’s your best friend,” you grabbed the pile of documents from the corner of your desk, taking tentative steps towards his office on legs seemingly made of jelly. Sure, he didn’t seem like he was in the mood right now but… if you didn’t do it at this very moment, you might never work up the nerve. Like ripping off a Band-Aid right?

You rapped your knuckles on the door, glancing through the square of glass. Ruhn whipped his head around, a frown etching its way onto his face as he took you in. He jerked his head, signalling you to enter. You pushed the door open, plastering a confident smile across your face as if your heart wasn’t thundering in your chest. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to hear it. “Hi,” you huffed nervously. Ruhn’s expression didn’t change – if anything he seemed bored. “Hi,” he muttered, eyes trained on the papers in your hands. “Oh yes,” you huffed nervously. “Just dropping these off,” you waved them a little enthusiastically before placing them on his desk. He nodded, raising an eyebrow, and glancing back at the door. Okay, you thought, now or never. “I was hoping we could talk?” you said, taking a step towards the empty seat on the other side of his desk. He let out a humourless laugh and rubbed a face over his hand. “I’ve had a shit day and this,” he motioned a hand between the two of you. “Is at the bottom of my priority list.” You stood rooted on the spot. Okay so, you didn’t think he would be this standoffish. 

“I know I’m sorry. You know me, my timing is always terrible,” you began to laugh but stopped when you realised he wasn’t joining in. “Look I just, I want to say sorry, and I want to talk to you about all of-,” he cut you off with another sobering laugh. “You’re the one who walked away. I didn’t realise you wanted to talk at all.” You wrung your hands together, itching to sprint from the room and never show your face again. But you held strong, standing your ground and smiling in frustration. “I don’t want to lose my friendship with you Ruhn,” you began. “That fight… it was awful. The worst we’ve ever had but. I don’t want to lose you over it. Not having you in my life at all is more painful than anything. More painful than watching you marry someone else. And I won’t have that happen just because of some things we said that we didn’t mean.” His eyes softened at your words, his frown slowly disappearing into that hard line again.

Your stomach flipped. Okay maybe this is a good sign, you thought, just need to nail the apology. “Look, I am really sorry about what I said and I’m going to re-evaluate both of our boundaries from now on,” you nodded. “It isn’t fair for me to act a certain way with you and then cuss you out for treating me accordingly. But same goes for you. If we’re sticking with friends, then… things need to stay friendly.” At this point Ruhn had his chin in his hand nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah… yeah ok. This week has been fucked – to say the least. And I understand where you are coming from and wanting to keep things… friendly,” he nearly choked on the word. “I guess I can forgive you,” he smiled softly in your direction, and you had to tell your heart to slow down before you passed out. “Why not do something for old times sake then? White Raven, tonight?” His eyes sparkled with mischief and you felt yourself grinning back. “Let’s do it.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You nodded your head along to the beat of the music pounding from the speakers below, as you sat on a stool at the upstairs bar, nursing vodka lime soda number…. Shit you’d lost count. You had met Ruhn here after you head headed home to clean up, heat descending from your stomach straight into your panties when you had seen him ascend the stairs to the bar in black jeans and a tight black tshirt. It wasn’t even different to his usual look, but when his scent had invaded your space as he sat on the stool next to you, you had to have a serious chat with your libido and tell it to chill the fuck out. This was a friendship and that’s how things would stay. Hours had past and the more you drank the more you felt yourself relax and begin to shift into the friendship space with Ruhn more. This is a cakewalk, you laughed to yourself. I don’t even know what I’ve been worried about. Friendship is easy. As you and Ruhn chatted more and more, mostly catching up after your week apart, your heart seemed to settle into a comfortable hum inside your chest.

“I just need to go to the bathroom,” he said, standing up. You nodded, hastily pulling your eyes from his backside as he left. You finished off your drink and settled back into your stool contentedly. Suddenly you heard Ruhn’s voice again, turning to send him a smile, thinking he was on his way back. Instead, your eyes landed on him and the Leopard Shifter you had caught making her great escape from the boys house last week. Your blood ran cold as she placed her hand on his upper arm, laughing at something he said. You turned in your seat, skin suddenly on fire, tears rimming your eyes. You focused on your breathing, in, out, in, out, trying desperately to calm yourself before he returned and noticed what was happening. You had nothing against the Shifter, she was free to do what she wanted and she was beautiful and graceful, of course he would stop to speak with her. It had jarred you just how quickly you had been ripped from the friendship bubble you had carefully built and shoved straight into jealousy mode.

Ruhn slid back onto his stool as you blew out a breath of frustration, frantically hoping your tears had been sucked back into your ducts and that you didn’t seem as flustered as you appeared. Your hopes were dashed though when Ruhn’s brow furrowed, his eyes scanning your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, draining the remainder of his drink. You smiled at him unnervingly. “Nothing!” you said a little too loudly. “I think I’ve had too much,” you laughed pointing at your glass. “I should go.” You gathered your things and began to step off the stool when you teetered and nearly fell entirely, Ruhn grabbing your arm at the last minute. Your skin burned and a sob began to roll up your throat. “I don’t know if you should go alone, why don’t you come back to the house tonight so I know you’re safe.” “No!” you exclaimed, pulling out of his grasp. “No I.. I think I can manage on my own,” you huffed, attempting to flee again. Ruhn rolled his eyes as you walked precariously towards the stairs before he swooped in, taking your hand. You reared back, taking your hand from his. “That’s not what friends do,” you warned him. He held his hands up in surrender. “Ok but friends do make sure friends get to bed safe. Please, just come with me. You can have the bed, I’ll take the floor.” His eyes bore into yours and you felt any fight you had in you melt away. “Fine.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ruhn pushed open the door of his room before letting you enter. He had cleaned since you had last been here, it smelling more strongly of his cologne and musk than beer and mirthroot. You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. You were still anxious, and the uncomfortable knot in your chest continued to grow as you watched Ruhn grab a shirt for you from his closet, turning towards the door as you got dressed. You stripped to your underwear and pulled the shirt on, sliding under the covers and breathing in the scent of his pillows. “Can I turn the light off?” he asked, his voice husky as he kept it low. “Mhmm,” you replied. The room was plunged into darkness and slowly your eyes adjusted to the moonlight seeping in through the window. You watched him remove his shirt and jeans, your pulse jolting as he moved towards the bed.

He went to drag a pillow from the bed to the ground but you grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Stay,” you mumbled, at war with your own heart. “In the bed. Please.” Ruhn only complied, lying down next to you. “This isn’t what friends do,” he reminded you. You nodded. “Maybe. But maybe these friends do.” He hummed, his hand finding yours in the dark. “Are you going to tell me what really happened at the club or not?” his question echoed in the dark. You swallowed thickly, the remaining alcohol in your system apparently making your brain and mouth work in reverse. “I was jealous,” you admitted, skin aflame. “I didn’t want to be but I was. And I don’t know how I’m supposed to get over it because…” you inhaled sharply, pleading with your brain to shut your mouth and quickly. “I’m in love with you Ruhn.” You statement hung in the air uncomfortably. Ruhn didn’t say anything and for a moment you hoped he had fallen asleep before your confession was laid out.

But no such luck. “You are incredibly confusing, my little warrior,” he breathed out. Tears filled your eyes again and you sat up, regret and embarrassment tumbling in your stomach. You started to get out of bed when Ruhn pulled you into him, resting your head on his chest, his heart thundering beneath his warm skin. “I’ve loved you since we were 12. My heart, it only beats for you. It’s what I’ve always tried to tell you. But I don’t think this is how we should be having this conversation right now,” he sighed, running a course hand softly down the side of your face. You screwed your eyes shut, pressing your face against the warm skin of his neck. “We can’t do this,” you mumbled against him. He only held you tighter, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Get some sleep sweetheart,” he murmured. “We will get to the bottom of this in the morning,” his raspy voice sending goosebumps across your skin. “Even if I have to tie you to this bed.”

[shorkbrian]

(Baby Daddy)

Kirishima would get sooooo soft the second he finds out you’re pregnant.

Big fat tears would fill his eyes, the big man would be still for once in his life as it sinks in “I’m gonna be a dad?”. 

Then he’s scooping you up in his arms, hugging you to his chest as he rocks you side to side in the kitchen, kissing at your hair and your forehead and your hands and anything he can reach. You’re crying too, but for entirely different reasons.

When he finally stops crying long enough to lean down and kiss you full on the mouth, he’s too rough, sharp teeth tear open your lip and you sob “Kiri, ow!”

“Oh, oh ‘m so sorry baby! Oh no, oh baby I didn’t mean to hurt you, just got too excited ‘nd wasn’t careful. I’m sorry-”

You don’t want to hear any of it, pushing at his chest and crying harder and harder with each word that falls from his mouth. 

“I promise I’ll be more careful from now on, okay? Treat you so good, keep you safe and healthy and-and I’ll rub your feet, and get you whatever you start craving!” He’s already ahead of himself, ecstatic and overwhelmed with the information, hugging you too tight and hurting your joints. 

There’s no stopping him.

The sex before was wild and rough, the definition of “bed breaking”. 

Kirishima was almost feral, ready to shove his cock into you practically at all times, horny at the drop of a hat. You have to go on your tip-toes to reach a bowl in the kitchen? Kirishima’s slamming you against the counter and ripping your shorts down your legs so he can fuck your thighs, entranced by the little sliver of skin he saw when your shirt rode up.

You’re taking a shower? Kirishima’s bullying his way into the bathroom, practically drooling as he strips down, eyes never leaving your cowering, naked form. He hardly ever preps you well enough, so it always burns when he pushes inside you, but asking him to wait never worked. 

A sex scene comes on the tv while you’re taking a nap on the couch beside him and Kirishima just has to wake you up as he pulls you into his lap. Bounces you on his cock while you cry, tired and overwhelmed, groggy and confused at all the sudden stimulation. 

Kirishima only sometimes feels bad for finding your tears hot, as you whimper when he stretches you out. But mostly he lets himself enjoy his twisted desires, tells you it’s okay to cry, lays on the physical affection (kisses, petting with his hands, holding you close) extra thick while he’s fucking you just so you’ll sob harder. It makes you clench so deliciously around his dick.

But now? Now that you’re pregnant and carrying his child, the child that the two of you made together?

The man is gentle.

No more bending you over the couch, leaving bruises on your hips, fucking your throat like you’re a cheap whore. No more growling as he ruts into you, rumbling about how you can take it, how he’s going to get you pregnant, that he’ll breed you like a little cow until his seed takes.

Now he takes everything slow, even though it hasn’t even been a month since you’d taken the pregnancy test. You aren’t even showing. But he smooths his hands over your stomach anyway, eyes soft and twinkling before he kisses you softly, watches his teeth.

Kiri makes sure you’re comfortable during sex - he only ever initiates on the bed now, where it’s cushy and soft and you won’t get bruised or hurt. He handles you with careful hands, gently moving you about. The self control he exhibits is something to behold, especially when you can see how much he’s holding back.

He likes fucking you on your side, early in the morning or late at night, when both of you are sleepy and tired. He fingers you open, slobbers all over his fingers first to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, then when you’re good and ready he slides inside carefully, watching your body for any signs of discomfort. 

It’s easy, slow rolls of his hips, a gentle buildup to his orgasm. It washes over him so slowly and so gradually that sometimes Kiri doesn’t even realize it, just keeps his rhythm and only stops when he feels his cum squelching out against his balls.

Even though you’re pregnant, Kiri still likes to breed you.

Pushes you on your back and coos softly at you as he hooks your legs over his hips, catches one of your hands so he can hold it romantically, keeping eye contact as he pushes inside you in one, fluid motion. He likes to see the way you clench your jaw, determined to not let out any noise, little huffs of air puffing from your nose. 

Likes to snuggle after he cums, soft dick still tucked firmly into your cunt. He doesn’t want a drop to go to waste - waits until he gets hard again before fucking you slowly, making sure that you’re really, truly pregnant.

He gets gross and sappy, enough to make you flush with embarrassment and try to hide your face behind your hands. Leans down to mouth at your breasts, looking at you the entire time, only closing his eyes when they flutter shut from pleasure. “Can’t wait until you’ve got milk, you’re gonna be such a good mama.”

Kiri starts to call you “mama” at every turn. His previous petnames were more cutesy, “Baby” and “Sweetie”, but he likes reminding the both of you just what you are now. 

“Feels good mama? Looks like it does-” He’ll tease, rubbing at your clit with a spit-soaked thumb as he pants above your tits, spent cock limp against his thigh, a plug nestled inside your cunt. When you clench and suck it deeper as you cum, Kiri groans, cock giving a little twitch.

“Hey pretty mama, come give daddy a kiss?” As soon as he gets home he’s dropping whatever’s in his hands to grab for you (you learned early on - come when he calls, or else there’ll be punishment). A broad hand always plants itself firmly on your ass, squeezing and kneading your flesh as he sucks at your mouth.

You hate his stupid perfect mouth.

It gets worse and worse as time goes on, as your belly and breasts swell and grow heavy. Kirishima can’t stop himself from latching on like a baby, nursing at you with heavy sucks and teasing licks. You’re so sensitive from all the hormones that you can’t stop your hips from bucking up ever so slightly.

Then you can feel Kiri raise an eyebrow, feel as he drags himself out from under your shirt to wipe away the spit from around his mouth. You don’t have to look to see how hard he’s tenting his pants. 

“Can you cum from your tits? That’d be so hot little mama, wanna try?” And then he’s diving back under your shirt, redoubling his efforts in suckling at your chest, using a hand to grope your other tit while he makes a mess of the one with his mouth.

God, he’d just be so insatiable. 

At least he’d be trying his best to be gentle.

[lizziethebibrid]

Either the necktie kiss or the back hug one please for Jedben.

Hello! This comes incredibly late and it’s been in my inbox for sooooo long, but I hope you’ll still enjoy it😅

ao3 link here

Jed woke up with a groan, mostly used to how uncomfortable he felt the day after a full moon. His whole body ached, joints cracking as he sat up and stretched, but at least he was still contained and that was always a win, so he could probably overlook everything else.

The door was unlocked and there were fresh, clean clothes waiting for him outside. Jed could get used to that treatment. He had gotten used to it. Not that the school hadn’t provided a safe space for him and the pack back then, but this was different for so many reasons. He got dressed, closing the door to the basement and climbed up the stairs.

The sun was shining through the windows, but it was still quiet outside, probably still a bit too early. Jed could only thank Hope in the back of his head for spelling the basement to be soundproof and they didn’t have to go live in a cabin in the woods. Not that Jed would have really objected, but most of the pack did and he wanted to stay close. The whole point of the Salvatore school had been to create a safe space where they could learn to control their abilities so they could exist in the world alongside regular people without being a danger to them or themselves.

The smell of bacon was what hit his nose first, reminding him that he was actually starving. He zipped up his hoodie as he headed into the kitchen only to find Ben over the stove. He didn’t say anything, just walked over to him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Ben didn’t really startle, although Jed wasn’t sure whether it was because he’d actually heard him or he was just used to this routine by now.

“Hi,” he whispered into the crook of his neck.

“Good morning,” Ben answered. “Still in one piece?” he asked, a hint of a smile in his voice.

“Everything’s sore, but still one piece, sure,” Jed said, giving his shoulder a little kiss. “Thank you for the clothes.”

Ben turned the stove off, moving the pan away and turned around in Jed’s arms so he could face him.

“Hi,” he whispered with a smile.

“Hi,” Jed whispered back once again before he leaned in to kiss him softly. He liked quiet mornings like this one. He’d never been fond of the day after turning, what with everything hurting, occasional headaches, all while trying to make sure everyone was okay and once in a blue moon having to track someone who had escaped and pray they hadn’t hurt anyone.

Things had changed in those last years and now he got to wake up in the morning with someone there to take care of him. He hadn’t really been used to that, but he wasn’t complaining either. Ben had made his life better in so many ways, making breakfast and putting out clean clothes for him was just another thing that made him feel cared for.

“I should inform you though, I thought I had more time, so all I really have ready right now is bacon,” Ben said with a sheepish smile.

“Oh wow, how dare you,” Jed said, rolling his eyes. “You know, I think that’s reason enough to break up,” he added with a nod, his arms still wrapped around Ben who was leaning back on the counter.

“Oh, this is what finally did it?” Ben asked, his smile turning amused. “And here I thought we could survive anything.”

“No, gods and curses I can handle, but lack of breakfast’s just-” he leaned in just a bit closer, the distance between them disappearing, “inexcusable,” he whispered, kissing him once again.

“I think we might have to work this out,” Ben said, his arms coming to wrap around Jed’s neck. “Finch will not let either of us stay on her couch again.”

“Finch loves us,” Jed said.

“Finch is really tired of being the voice of reason,” Ben added.

“Okay, that too. I’m trying to be better. I’ll help you make breakfast, how does that sound?”

Ben tilted his head with a silent chuckle. “A fair compromise.”

“See? And you thought this was going to break us.” Jed shook his head a little dramatically. They had their fights like any normal couple did - maybe not about so normal things, but they always found their way back to each other. After everything they’d been through, Jed couldn’t really see any other way. He loved this man too much to just let him go.

They continued making breakfast in a comfortable silence, neither of them eager to break it. Sunday mornings were always lazier, but adding the full moon to that and how Jed got all his restless energy out, waking up the next day was just… peaceful and quiet. He’d never really looked forward to the turn and he still would much rather just not have to have all his bones broken once a month, but if he couldn’t get rid of the process he was at least grateful it’d become bearable. He was actually more grateful that Ben had done a lot to make it more bearable for him.

Jed felt safe in a way he hadn’t felt in a while. His time in the Salvatore school had been rocky at best until he started opening up more to people and let them be his friends. Things had only gotten better once he’d realized that he’d been trying to live up to someone he never wanted to be, gain some kind of approval from his father that he never should have sought out in the first place and he'd just let it all go. He’d been the pack’s Alpha for a long time and actually having someone there to take care of him was a new experience, but a welcomed one. And well, he couldn’t deny that Ben was good at it.

“You know, I can practically hear you thinking,” Ben said, breaking the silence as he served the plates on the kitchen table. “Everything okay?” he asked, turning to look at him.

Jed couldn’t help but smile. Because yes, everything  was  okay. Everything was great. Even if all they were doing was just making breakfast. It was the simple moments like this one that really stood out to him. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Everything’s perfect.”

He liked simple.

[restlessfandoming]

glaze lily (childe x lumine oneshot)

Lumine let out a huge yawn as she clambered down the steps of the Liyue Inn.

Paimon rubbed her eyes next to her. “Yesterday was such a long day of doing things for Zhongli.” The little guide then perked up. “At least we get a day off today! Paimon thinks we should spend the whole day eating!”

Lumine nodded, mouth salivating at the thought of breakfast. Hmm, what to eat? Grilled Tiger Fish? Mora Meat? Stir-Fried—

She opened the door of the Inn straight into Childe.

“Ahh!” Paimon screamed as Lumine jumped back, hand hovering over the hilt of her sword.

Childe let out a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lumine let out a sigh of relief, dematerializing her blade. Paimon, on the other hand, let out a huff of anger.

She floated over to the Harbinger, hands on her hips. “What is it that you want? Scaring us first thing in the morning like that!”

“Were you waiting outside for me to wake up?” Lumine asked, one eyebrow raised.

“Only for a bit.” He pulled out a pocket watch. “I assumed the two of you like to sleep in,” he said as he dangled the watch in front of Lumine, “and looks like I was right.”

She rolled her eyes upon seeing that it was nearly the afternoon already as Childe gave her a tiny smirk.

Paimon made noises of protest. “Well, it’s not our fault that you and Zhongli have been making us run around doing all these tiring quests!”

“Well, the two of you have proved more than competent in completing these tasks.” His blue eyes lingered on Lumine, and she felt the need to look away. “Speaking of which,” he continued, “I would like for you to accompany me on a trip today.”

“What’s in it for us?” Lumine asked. Paimon feverishly nodded in agreement.

Childe tilted his head. “Well, as always I’m willing to offer lots of Mora…”

Then, Lumine’s stomach growled. Loudly. Her face flushed.

The Harbinger burst out laughing. “And I’ll throw in breakfast, on me.”

Lumine huffed and crossed her arms, face still burning. “Fine, we’ll take your deal.”

Paimon spun around excitedly. “Yay! Food!”

“So, where to?” Childe asked.

Lumine walked past him, going towards the smell of cooking food. “Whatever smells best.” From the corner of eye, she saw him shake his head with a smile.

After a few moments of following their noses, Paimon and the traveler stopped in front of Su Er’niang’s street food stand.

“That smells…” Lumine started.

“Sooooo gooood!” Paimon interjected, quickly flying to the vendor. “What is that you’re cooking?”

Su Er’niang smiled. “Why, it’s my delicious Zhongyuan Chop Suey!” She held up a plate of aromatic seasoned fish and meat skewers, nestled on a bed of glistening greens. Saliva dripped from Paimon’s mouth.

“How much for a plate?” Lumine asked, after swallowing her own watering mouthful.

“6,600 Mora!”

Her jaw dropped. “6-6,00 Mora for one plate?”

She felt a gloved hand rest on her shoulder, and a bag descended in front of her face.

“Here’s 20,000 Mora,” Childe’s voice rang out above her, directed at the vendor. “Get us three plates. You can keep the leftover money.”

“Oh, uhm, thank you, sir,” Su Er’niang said, taking the bag, eyes nervously flickering between the Fatui member and the traveler.

Ah, yes, the Fatui are very much feared. And for good reason. Lumine recalled Signoria’s attack on her and Venti. How cold and violent it was. She shuddered and shook off Childe’s hand.

“Let’s find a place to sit,” she said, walking away. Childe’s hand briefly hovered where it had been on her shoulder, before dropping to his side. He started to follow her to a table.

The two sat down across from each other, but the air had changed. The harbor was bustling with life in the afternoon sun, but all Lumine felt was Childe’s icy gaze. She tried to awkwardly eat, while his food remained untouched. Paimon scarfed down the skewers, completely oblivious to the tension in front of her. After a while, Lumine set down her food, opening her mouth to say something. But Childe spoke first.

“You still don’t trust me.” His eyes held the same hurt expression from before, when she had initially expressed her distrust of him about the Signoria incident. However, Zhongli wasn’t there to break the tension this time.

“You know why,” Lumine said, her voice tight. “The Fatui can’t be trusted.” It was harsh to say, but it was true. If she let people too close—a member of the Fatui at that—there was no telling what would happen; it could jeopardize her and her brother, wherever he was. If they found out she wasn’t of this world…

The Harbinger’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I won’t disagree there. But I have no interest in being like Signoria, or like the rest of the Fatui at that. As I’ve said before, I don’t agree with their methods.”

“Then why continue to be a part of it?”

“Yeah, you should leave if you don’t like them,” Paimon said quietly, hovering behind Lumine’s shoulder, scared.

He crossed his arms. “We all have our reasons for doing things. I have my reasons to do what I do, just like how you,” he said, leaning in, “have your reasons for keeping secrets.”

Lumine and Childe stared at each other, both with their eyes calculating and searching for answers.

Then, he let out a chuckle, breaking the tension. “Let’s not get so serious so early in the day!” He took a bite of the Chop Suey. “Tasty! Thankfully we don’t need chopsticks for this,” he said with a wink.

The traveler’s brows furrowed, and she exchanged a worried look with Paimon.

Childe sighed. “Look, I’d like for us to be...friends. Would that be so bad?”

Friends…

“Come with me today, and I promise, no funny business,” he said.

After a moment of silence, Lumine finally spoke, “Where would we be going anyways?” Was this a bad idea?

“Qingce Village.” He seemed to perk up slightly at Lumine agreeing. “I’m on a diplomatic mission, but it’s a rather long journey there alone.” He gave a small smile. “It would be a lot easier with another person accompanying me.”

“Hey! Paimon’s here too!” the fairy protested.

“Sorry, two other people accompanying me.”

“Why not any of your subordinates?” Lumine asked.

Childe rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head. “Boring. It’s always silent. Or, it’s ‘Yes, sir’ this and ‘Yes, sir’ that. I’d much rather have someone like you with me.” His eyes locked with hers.

She felt butterflies in her stomach. She scoffed, trying to get rid of them. “When do we leave?”

“As soon as you finish your food, girlie.”

Lumine stuffed a whole skewer in her mouth, trying to hide the heat that was steadily rising from her stomach to her face. Childe laughed.

“Hurry up, Lumine! Paimon’s already all done!” Paimon lifted her empty plate, going to show Childe. Struggling under the weight, however, she accidentally hit him in the face.

Lumine snorted, and soon, the three of them were all smiles and laughs.

Friends...Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad…

                               * * *

“Are we almost there yet? Paimon’s tired…,” Paimon asked, dramatically drooping her shoulders.

“You don’t even walk, you float,” Lumine said.

Paimon pouted. “Doesn’t make it any less tiring.”

“We’re nearly there. The last bridge to cross is up ahead,” Childe answered.

“Oo, Lumine look!” Paimon floated to a plant with shining red fruit hanging from its branches. “Juyeun Chilis!”

Seeing the chilis reminded her of Xiangling. She grimaced at the thought of slime soup.

Paimon sniffed one, and immediately began coughing. “W-wow! Even—cough—even the smell is s-spicy!”

Childe walked over and plucked one, examining it. “Hmm, I’ve yet to try one during my stay in Liyue.”

“Do you like spicy food?” Lumine asked.

“Not necessarily. But, I’m not opposed to trying new things.” He proceeded to take a bite of the chili, as if it were an apple.

Lumine and Paimon both gasped.

He looked at them. “What?”

The traveler regarded him with wide eyes. “Y-you have no reaction?”

He shrugged. “I guess not.”

“You’re a psychopath.”

“Oh? You really think so?” His blue eyes glinted.

Before Lumine could respond, a group of Treasure Hoarders jumped out from the shadows of the bamboo lining the pathway.

“What do we have here? Some lone travelers?” the largest of the group said.

“Some lone travelers we easily outnumber, boss,” another Hoarder added, waving his bow around.

The other Hoarders laughed sardonically, all brandishing their weapons of choice. There were 10 of them, all closing in around Lumine, Childe, and Paimon.

“Give us all your belongings, and we won’t make a fuss,” the boss demanded.

Soon, Lumine and Childe were back to back, with Paimon frantically looking for somewhere to hide.

“Think you can take half of them?” Childe murmured.

Lumine scoffed. “Of course.”

“When I draw my spear then.”

She inched her hand towards where her hilt would materialize momentarily. Then, WHOOSH, the sound of rushing water filled her ears as Childe’s spear formed next to her.

Lumine’s sword appeared in her hand as she rushed forth, striking the closest enemy. They were stunned, giving her time to charge up a Palm Vortex, which ended up sending two of the Hoarders spiraling away. With three left, she charged with her blade again, continuously delivering hits, then sending out a Gust Surge, blowing the remaining three enemies away.

She turned to Childe, ready to assist him, only to find him standing there, watching her. The Treasure Hoarders on his side were already subdued, all groaning on the ground in pain.

“Very impressive,” he said. “No wonder you’re the renowned ‘Hero of Mondstadt.’”

She rolled her eyes. “Good job to you too.”

Paimon flew out from behind a nearby rock. “Whew! We took those guys out fast!”

Lumine raised her brows. “We?”

“You and Childe make a good team!” Paimon said, ignoring the question.

“Yes, I’d say we do,” the Harbinger agreed. “What do you say we join forces?”

“No thank you,” Lumine answered. “Dealing with Paimon is enough.”

“Hey!”

Lumine started walking towards the bridge. “C’mon, it’s almost nighttime,” she said, eyeing the colors of the sunset splashed across the sky.

As the three of them crossed the bridge, the sight of the village came into view.

Lumine gaped at the beautiful sea of yellow and orange fields and crystal rivers. She went straight to one of the fields, looking at the colorful flowers.

“So pretty!” Paimon said, laying down in the plants, and closing her eyes. “So soft…”

“I take it you like the village?” Childe asked, walking up behind them.

The traveler nodded. “It’s quiet. Peaceful.”

They stood in silence for a while. Birds chirped. The wind rustled. In the distance, children playfully screamed. The sun was dipping below the horizon, and Paimon’s tiny snores started to fill the air. Childe and Lumine both chuckled.

“Before I speak with the elders,” he started. He leaned down, and picked something out of the ground. A brilliant blue flower with shimmering white petals in the center. “Here.” He held it out for Lumine.

“A glaze lily?” she asked. She remembered seeing some at Liyue Harbor.

“Yes. They’re an extremely ancient flower, and they only open at night.” He brought it closer to her nose. “Zhongli said that it transforms the memories of the land into its fragrance when it opens.”

Lumine leaned in, closed her eyes, and sniffed. There was a scent of the earth, reminiscent of the vast mountain ranges across the land, along with the salty spray of the ocean.

“Yes, it definitely smells like how I would imagine Liyue smells.” She opened her eyes, and to her shock, found Childe’s face closer to hers than before.

She blushed slightly, wanting to back away, but his intense icy blue eyes kept her in place. One of his hands reached up, and then took out the white flowers in her hair.

“Let’s see how this looks,” he said, quieter—his voice more husky—than usual. He gently put the glaze lily in her hair, then stared at her silently.

Lumine’s heart was racing. “W-what?”

He smiled. “Nothing.”

“Don’t lie,” she said.

“Okay.” He leaned in close. “You’re very beautiful.”

Then, Childe kissed her.

If it was possible, Lumine would’ve thought the top of her head blew off, leaving the rest of her body to boil alive in the heat she was feeling.

“Ah-uh-uhm,” she tried to speak; her tongue refused to listen.

He pulled away and chuckled. “Stay close by until I’m done with my meeting, okay?”

“Ah-uh-wha-what?” she stuttered.

Childe casually sauntered away. “Be back soon!”

Lumine stood in place for what seemed like an eternity, trying to keep her brain from melting away.

Did that really just happen?!

“Ch-Childe,” she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper. He was already a dot in the distance. “Childe!” she shouted. But he couldn’t hear her.

Paimon stirred awake. “Huuuuh? What happened?” she slurred, lazily floating up from the ground.

“I—,” Lumine said, “I don’t know.”

It was a surprise. Definitely a huge surprise.

But...she didn’t hate it.

In fact, against everything she had thought of him at this point, she enjoyed it.

She brushed her fingers over her lips. Then, she took the glaze lily from her hair, looking at it over and over again.

Childe...Is he an enemy? A friend? Or is he something more?

[Fic Masterlist]

[ilovebeing-weird]

This idea is derived from @boldlyanxious meet cute Mondays. I love Saturdays, sooooo introducing Fluffy Saturdays!!!

Two Dorks in Love

Marinette woke up with a groan, no matter when she wakes up she can never have enough sleep. She just wanted to cuddle to her boyfriend and sleep some more.

Looking at her clock, she realised it was just 9 am. That was too earlyyyy. That also meant that Dick was not with her on their bed.

'Morning people' Marinette scoffed, why did he have to wake up so early, now she would have to go and search for him. With another groan Mari stood up and went to search for him.

It was too early for a patrol and if he was going somewhere hero related she would go with him, so that was crossed out. If he went to the manor or somewhere else, he would leave a note, so that wasn't an option either.

Looking at the mess in the kitchen and burnt utensils in the sink she realised that he had tried to cook again. Marinette sighed at the mess, he should just stick to take-out or cereal,

cooking isn't one of his skills.

But she didn't have time to think about this right now. She wanted her cuddle machine back. Mari began her search again.

Next stop was the living room. Dick likes to do his stunts and exercises there as it's the most spacious room. But, he wasn't there either.

"Maybe he is in the washroom?" Someone spoke from behind her which made Marinette jump in fear. She relaxed seeing it was just Trixx.

Of course Trixx decided to follow her. Marinette rolled her eyes. "Trixx, stop scaring me. You're the god of illusion not jump scares."

Trixx giggled "But it's fun."

"How is scaring me fun?"

Trixx giggled "At least you're not sleepy anymore." Marinette rolled her eyes again, but took Trixx's words in consideration, and went in their room again to check on her boyfriend again.

"Dicky? Are you in there?" Marinette knocked, no answer "Bluebird?" Still no answer. Opening the gate and peeking inside Marinette saw that it was empty, the wet floor being the only proof that someone was there. Only one place was left now, if he wasn't there, that means he ran away.

Marinette was now a little afraid, she is sure that he didn't abandon her and…...Marinette looked down at her stomach. Unconsciously rubbing it.

Trying to calm her mind, Marinette went to the roof to look for her boyfriend. Finally, there he was. Doing something?

Softly padding through the rooftop Marinette sneaked up to him. Hugging him from behind. Dick stopped in his tracks, before smiling softly at her.

"You weren't supposed to wake up this early Snow." Marinette snuggled her face in his back

"I knowwwww, but you weren't there and I wanted you."

"Oh?" Dick quirked an eyebrow "Really?" Marinette nodded. Slowly, Dick turned around and picked Marinette up bridal style. "You know I really had a lot of things planned for today."

Yawning Marinette snuggled into his chest. "Hmm? You did? Is today something important? Did I forget something?"

"Today would be a really special day, if you agree for it to be?"

Marinette snorted "Am I a President or something? I don't decide important days Dick."

Humming he set her down on a chair at a table which Marinette didn't even notice. Pushing her chair inside, Dick made his way to the other side.

"You hungry? Uhh I tried to cook, but you know, I am not the best at it, so take-out." He smiled sheepishly.

Marinette giggled, "please don't try to cook again. I don't want more wasted food or burnt utensils." Dick pouted in mock annoyance before laughing with her.

After finishing their food, they both stood at the balcony, Marinette in front of Dick, while he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

Dick snuggled into her neck taking in her scent while Marinette giggled. "Mari." Dick said softly

"Yeah?" Marinette asked, looking up at him.

"I have been thinking, it's been so long since we are dating, and now well, we are going to be parents soon." Marinette put her hand on her stomach and rubbed it again. "I know we haven't decided anything yet. We haven't discussed this, but we didn't even discuss that big surprise. Honestly, I don't know how it happened, but I do know that I am glad it happened." Dick smiled at her. "I do know that I only see you when I think of a person I want to spend my lifetime with. So," He got on one knee and pulled out a ring "Will you marry me?"

"Yes, yes yes. Hundred times yes." Dick slipped the ring on his girlfri- fiance's finger, as they shared a kiss. "So, that's why you were doing all these preparations huh?"

"Yeah."

"You're such a dork."

"Your dork."

"My dork indeed."

[mayansmcsblog]

the prank war has began

sooooo i saw this gif and instantly got an idea but as i wrote it, the idea completely changed and somehow it turned into this.

there is a ton of swearing😂

credit to @thedevilsmoonshine​​ for the gif!

thanks to @withmyteeth​ for helping me with some ideas of what to add in.

this is the first time I've wrote anything in years and the first time I'm ever publishing my work. sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes

A persistent ringing was what woke you up at 2am for the 3rd time this week. You already knew who it was, let's face it who else would be calling at 2am other than him? Opening your eyes you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling debating if you should let it ring out or answer

What if he’s hurt? No, that would have happened during the day not in the middle of the night Maybe he just needed someone to talk to? That was the likely option.

 You and bishop always had a ‘vibe’ as some people said. You were friends for a few months before he introduced you to the mc, of course it was a shock at first but after a month it slowly became your life. All the parties? you were there. Club events? You were there.

Overtime you and bishop had gotten closer, he would come over to your place all the time, announced or not.

he would come over in the dead of the night when his mind got too loud ,When he needed someone to talk to ,When he simply wanted the company of a friend that did not judge him for the things he did for the mc. He would come over any opportunity he got.

You could swear he was at your place more than he was his own Most of the time he would spend a few weeks at yours, only going back to his to get clothes.

Over the course of the last 6 months you and him had gotten a lot closer, he spent the night a lot, his stuff is all over the place but you two aren't dating , you didn't have any type of label. Why? You couldn't be sure. Most people assumed you two were dating but they were wrong. You two did everything normal couples would yet- you had no label. you were never his girlfriend and he was never your boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath you reached to your bedside table and grabbed your phone but as you could pick it up, it stopped ringing.

That’s not a bad thing right? Maybe he didn’t want to wake you up. Before you could set it back down you reserved a text, scrolling down your notification panel you read it;

📲: Bishop 🖤

You up?

Two words. That’s it just two short words.

Should you ignore it? Yeah, that's probably the best option. Did you want to ignore it? No

Another ping brought you out of your thoughts

📲:Bishop🖤

The guys are being children and I could either use some help over here or a way out😂please tell me you're awake and not just reading this from your notifications and watching Netflix again.

he knows you too well. Being a night owl you normally go to sleep around 3am, maybe 2am if you have work the next day. Normally you would just ignore bishop till the next morning but somehow he always knew when you ignored him and when you were actually sleeping.

Taking a look at your notifications again you saw you had a lot for snapchat, a  few from Coco, a few from Angel along with one single snap from Gilly.

Looks like the trio is having fun.

Opening bishop’s texts you finally reply;

📱: I’m awake just debating on if I should open all the snaps I have from the trio and reply to a seemingly annoyed jefe.

Almost immediately you got a response

📲:Bishop🖤

Ha-ha very funny. Come and sort your boys out, they are messing with that shitty ass car again, trying to do something with the engine

📱: my boys? You're their president, you sort them out. What makes you think they listen to me🤧?

📲: Bishop🖤

They actually like you😂they will listen

📱: keep telling yourself that, they only listen to me when I’m getting them food

📲:Bishop🖤

That counts as listening

📱: whatever

Locking your phone you got up out of bed knowing there was a slim chance you would go back to bed till the early hours now that you were awake. 

Putting on a pair of shorts and a shirt you got your phone and went to the kitchen, deciding to get on a bottle of water and find some shitty Netflix show you wouldn’t even pay attention to

Grabbing a bottle from the fridge you heard your phone vibrate on the counter. Pulling down the notification panel once again you saw it was a text from Ez

📲; smart ass😂📚

Please come and get these children, I can't deal with them anymore

Okay something is seriously going on here.

Face timing Ez you set the phone back on the counter, moving towards the window to open it and let the cool air flow thru the room

Within seconds he accepted and his voice came over the speakers

"Ayyy y/n where you at? Come get the children. Me and bishop are going crazy over here" you could hear a hint of playfulness in his voice 

Picking up your phone you saw he was sitting on the steps outside the club, his phone in his hand angled so you could just see the side of his head while he was looking at something in the distance. 

"I'm at home like all of you should be by now, leave the children alone to play. Are they hurting anyone?" you said as  you headed towards the front room and sat on the sofa

"Not yet"

You could hear cursing being thrown around by numerous people in the background along with the clacking on metal and rock music in the distance.

"Yet?" You questioned

"Yeah, I mean other than themselves" he laughed

"Of course"

There was a few beats of silence before you heard Coco shouting

"Boy Scout! Who’s that eh? You got you another girl?" By his tone you could tell he was definitely high

"No it's y/n dumbass" he responded, turning the phone so you could see Coco walking towards him.

"Ohhh damn I thought you was about to get some man" by now Coco had took over the whole screen "heyyyy y/n what you doinnnnn"

"I’m about to hang up on your dumbass"

"No, no, no don’t do that" taking the phone off Ez he stood up "that’s not nice is it"

You could hear Ez asking where he was going with his phone and be replied with a simple "shhhh" as he walked back to where he originally came from

"Want to see something funny?" He said. You weren't sure if that meant he was going to show you Angel tied to a chair again or Gilly attempting a backflip.

Both are amusing but it's doubtful it would happen three times....

"Did you tie Angel to a chair again? What did I tell you about playing nice hmm?" You put on the most sarcastic voice you could

"Ha funny and no...We couldn't find and ropes"

That made you laugh way more than it should have because you knew that Bishop had hid them in the meeting room and under Ez's trailor after the last time they guys got drunk and thought it was a good idea to put rope all over the place like an obstacle course

"Coco you're gonna kill someone at this rate”

"Hush ight? Jesus be quite ino want em to know your here"

"Okay?" Putting yourself on mute you could hear Angels voice in the background along with Gillys and bishops

"Listen," Angel said , slapping something metallic, clearly as high as Coco was and seemingly having one of his 'genius idea' moments

"OI dumbass listen to meeeee" he said again

"What?" Gilly responded along with a sound of something metal hitting the ground "dammit Angel you made me loose the fucking 10mm socket again"

The camera was still pointed at Coco’s shoulder as he walked over

"Boys, boys, boys" damn he sounded like a child "what would you say if I told you I could get y/n  to being us food"

You audible groaned as he suggested that, there was no way you was going to get them food this late at night.

You heard both Gilly and Angel say "what" then "tell her to get McDonalds" or "let’s get subway" by they were quickly cut off

"Oi children! Stop it, it's  2:30 in the morning, leave her alone '' bishops' voice was closer than you expected. He was probably sitting in the garage with the others observing what they are doing and making sure they don’t kill each other

You couldn’t help but unmute yourself

"Sorry Obispo but the children need their food" your tone was playful, kind of, half of you was saying it just to annoy him, the other half was wanting to see his reaction

"Gimme that phone" within seconds Coco was gone from the screen and Bishop was in the frame 

"So this is why you haven't replied to me hmm?" You couldn’t tell if he was serious or playful

You hadn't missed his text? He never responded to you right?

"Hold that thought" you pulled down the notification panel and saw he did text you.

2:15

📲:Bishop🖤

I’m kicking these guys out in a few minutes

2:20

📲: Bishop🖤

I’m giving them 3 more minutes till I kick them out.

2:23

📲: Bishop🖤

Can I come over if it's not too late after these children leave? "

"Oh, sorry I was busy talking to Ez and then being stolen by Coco" 

"Nah you were just ignoring me wasn’t you?" He responded

"No totally not"

"Sure I totally believe you" he laughed

"I think Ez might want his phone back"

"Wow, nice to see you like speaking to me"

"Well then why don't you call me instead? At least smart ass wanted to talk to me, even if it was about the children of the mc"

The line went silent for a moment. All you could hear was the guys cursing about finding the 10m socket and the sound of bishop walking.

"Okay, I’ll be back in like 20 minutes" with that the line went dead, he didn’t even give you time to respond

 Wow he deadass hung up on me, how mature.

Maybe it was time you opened those snaps. What else did you have to do?

Opening snap chat you saw there was a purple bubble next to Coco, a red bubble next to Angel and a blue bubble next to Gilly.

You opened Gilly's first

12:22~

"What time does McDonald’s close?"

Followed by

"Nvm its 24 hours isn’t it😂😂"

You quickly replied "dumbass" and moved onto Angel’s chat.

Opening the snap it was a picture of Coco, Gilly and creeper sitting opposite him, beers in hand, while seemingly talking along with the caption

"Come party with us"

Skipping past the snap you was presented with another one, this time a video where Coco was sitting on the roof of a car while Gilly was attempting to push it

"C’mon man it's not that hard" Coco said

"Yeah man come on" Angel said from behind the camera

"Shut up before I make you do this" Gilly responded

What the hell have these guys been up to all night?

The snaps just got worse from there. 

Coco’s was full of them doing random stuff, throwing things at each other and even them sitting on Ez trailer roof? How did they even get up there, and how did it not break?

One of them definitely stood out from the others. It seemed like someone else was filming on his phone while Coco was trying to rip off a car door by the handle but it snapped off, sending Coco across the garage and into the wall while Gilly, Ez and Angel laughed at him

His only response was a simple "okay you mother fucker this is war" followed by his practically running like a horse in battle towards the door kicking it resulting in a bent. Unfortunately that's where the snap ended.

Is this what they had been up to? No wonder bishop wanted out.

When the cascade of snaps finished you saw there was still a blue bubble next to Coco's name, clicking on it you could see it was a video around 3 minutes long. 

You saw part of it was what you had already seen. Coco trying to pull the door, being flung into a wall, the guys laughing along with Coco kicking the door once again except this time it didn’t end when he kicked the door.

"Bro you’re not doing it hard enough" Angel stated while moving Coco out of the way

"Look you gotta-" he kicked the base of the door "-start from the bottom-'' he kicked it again causing the bottom to cave in slightly "-see? It's easy"

"Shut up man I’m stronger than you let me do it" Coco pushed Angel out of the way

"No" Angel responded, pushing coco slightly

"Yes" Coco pushed back

"No" Angel pushed again

This went on for a few moments before Gilly set the camera down on some type of surface before walking over to them

"Yo I'm stronger then both of you let me do it"

Coco stopped pushing Angel and turned to Gilly "Nah man you will steal all the shit and run off again like last time"

"Shut up man"

All three of the men were too busy arguing to notice Ezekiel had come into the garage in search of something

"Why the fuck are you guys arguing?"

All of them spoke at the same time

"Coco is sayin he’s stronger than me"

"They are children!"

"Angels tryna be a smart ass"

"You guys are fucking stupid" Ez moved towards where the phone was but didn't pick it up, rather opening the draw of the desk that was below it and picking something up, as he pulled back you could see he was holding some keys.

"Move“ He pushed Angel out the way of the door and unlocked it, grabbing a duffle bag out of the back seat, handing it to Coco

"Here"

All of the guys stood in a state of shock. Coco was the first to speak

"Why the fuck didn’t you tell us there was keys!" He exclaimed

"Because watching you guys be idiots and is fun to see you struggle"

"I swear to God I’m going to say no on your patch vote" Gilly butted into the conversation.

Ez just laughed as he walked away, the video ended shortly after all three of them cussed.

Shaking your head you laughed, of course they are dumb enough not to look for keys.

You quickly texted Coco

"You guys are dumb as shirtttt, you’re lucky Ez is around to help your dumbass's. Did the door not want to play nice hmm? Did you put a dent in the wall again with your fat ass? What was so important in that bag?"

Checking the time you saw it was 2:45

Thank god it's a Saturday tomorrow.

Setting your phone on the coffee table you realized you never put the TV on when you sat down, you were obviously too distanced by FaceTime, meaning you were sitting in silence.

Was silence a bad thing? No

Was it somehow deafening? Yeah

Grabbing the remote you turned on the TV, quickly going to Netflix in an attempt to find something decent to watch.

Your watch list was full of horror movies and crime documentaries. Definitely not the best thing to watch on your own. There were a few suspense movies on there but none of them seemed to interest you.

Going to the movie section you passed almost every more option from horror to romance to action because nothing grabbed your attention or seemed interesting.

Going back to the home page you looked at the screen for a few minutes

Was it even worth putting something on? It was almost 3am after all.

Grabbing your phone you decided to scroll through Instagram.

After a few minutes bishop’s name appeared, taking over your screen with an incoming FaceTime.

Accepting the call you were immediately greeted with the site of his kutte, followed by him putting his helmet on. By the angle you could tell his phone was resting between his handlebars and the fuel tank.

"I take it you're still awake then" he wasn’t looking at the screen. Rather he was looking in the distance just above his phone

The background suddenly filled with the sound of bike engines. He seemed to say something but it was overpowered by bikes, so you didn't hear what he said. His bike wasn’t turned on yet because the phone wasn't vibrating.

Suddenly Bishop reached his arm out to someone just out of frame and you saw him lift upwards off the seat slightly, someone’s hand patted his shoulder blade.

By the look of the tattoo on the wrist you could tell it was Coco.

Looking away from your phone you looked back up at the TV. You could still hear engines coming from your phone but now it sounded like 3 of them.

Almost simultaneously they all revved before pulling off. The sound slowly faded out as they got further out the compound.

You were still looking at the TV, you decided to look at the top 10 of the day, maybe there was something good on there.

The Meg

Reading the description it actually seemed like a good movie. Putting it on you set the remote down and looked back at your phone

This time bishop wasn’t in the frame at all. Rather you could just see the length of his bike and the wall behind where it was parked.

Where did he go?

Your question was quickly answered when he picked up the phone.

By the sound of the wind you could tell he was jogging somewhere. The phone was at his side facing outwards, you could see him approaching the steps to the clubhouse. He quickly went up them and opened the door

"Prospect!" He shouted "make sure you lock up, I’m heading out"

You could hear Ez reply with a quick "okay" from somewhere in the back

He picked up his phone so you could see his face. unlike before, you took the time to actually take in his appearance 

His eyes looked tired, his beard was longer than it usually is, he looked...well, you couldn’t describe it. He just didn’t seem himself.

You were too busy looking at him to realize he asked you a question

"Y/n"

"What?"

"Did you not hear me?"

"Oh- no sorry I turned my volume down because of the bikes"

"Oh" he paused "I asked if your door was open"

You looked at the screen for a second

"What?"

He placed his phone back on the fuel tank and straddled his bike

"I said, is your door open. You know like your front door.....to your house" he repeated, grabbing his helmet, he must have taken it off while you were looking at the TV, once again he was fastening the buckle.

"No? Why?"

"Do you want to unlock it?" you could see him kick the stand of the bike up by the way his leg moved.

"Why?" You asked he looked at the screen for a few seconds before laughing at the way your face changed as you realized what he meant

"Obispo are you inviting yourself over once again?" You questioned

"Yep"

"What if I don't let you in?" You challenged. Of course you would let him in but sometimes it was fun to mess with him

"What if I climb through a window?" He said, pulling a cigarette out his pocket and lighting it

"Okay now that's just creepy" you laughed. He shook his head as he blew out the smoke from his lungs

"So? Can I come over or not?"

Looking around your front room you saw it was a little messy but you could easily clean it up within 5 minutes.

"Sure"

"See you in 20 querida" he winked as he started the bike before ending the call.

~

You finished cleaning the front room, kitchen and your bedroom up within 10 minutes

Checking the fridge you saw that there were only 4 beers left, taking a mental note to get more the next time you go shopping.

Sitting back on the sofa you realized you had missed around half of the movie.

Pointless watching it now

You knew by bishop coming over there was a good chance you two would be awake till 4am talking about random stuff and watching something on Netflix or playing some type of game.

You also knew he liked action movies so you went to that section in search of one that sounded entertaining 

The platform ~ that didn’t sound so bad right?

Watching the preview, you became interested and wanted to watch it, forget Bishop you can watch it on your own.

"The ones above, the ones below and the one before" the voice of a man came over your speakers, he sounded young but old simultaneously.

You had just got past the introduction when you heard the rumble of a bike in the distance. For a moment you wondered if it was off the TV but as it got louder you realized it was bishop.

Getting up from the sofa you walked towards the door.

You set your hand on the door handle for what seemed like hours as you waited for him to pull up outside. Did you normally meet him at the door? Nope. Most of the time he would invite himself over and just sit down on the sofa with you for hours.

Sometimes you two spoke the whole time he was over until you both went to bed, other times you would sit in a comfortable silence- just happy to me in one another's presence.

You heard the engine cut off just beyond the door. You counted to three before unlocking it, as you did you saw Bishop was parked on the curb, still sitting on his bike while setting the helmet on the handlebars. He was yet to notice you standing at the door.

Taking a cigarette out his pocket he turned towards the street, looking at the houses to see if your neighbor's were awake, you had no idea why he did it but every time he pulled up, whether it was in a car or on his bike he always seemed to look at the neighboring houses.

He lit the cigarette, back still turned to you as he looked down the street. Leaning against the door frame you looked him over you could see that his posture was slouched indicating he was tired, he still had one hand resting on the handlebars almost like he wasn't just looking down the street but also trying to crack his back. The other hand was on the cigarette in his mouth, even from the distance from the doorway to the curb where he parked. You could see his leg was bouncing and so was his hand slightly, now that definitely wasn't normal.

 As he exhaled the smoke he turned around towards your house, jumping slightly when he saw you standing at the door. He seemed to compose himself as he took the keys out of the bike and stood up, walking towards you, his head bowed slightly as he tossed the cigarette onto the food

“I hope you are going to pick that up” you said 

“I will” he looked up at you, he was just beyond the porch steps. His eyes looked tired, there were clearly bags underneath them. He was definitely tired- if you knew anything about him ,he probably hasn't slept for a few days, and if he did it was for a short time

“You look tired”

“So do you” he cracked a small smile, by now he was standing in front of you

“Maybe because someone woke me up at 2 in the morning then I had to deal with grown ass men asking me to bring them food then suddenly someone decided to invite themselves over?”

“In my defense i thought you were still awake and the children wasn't my fault” 

You laughed as you moved away from the door frame and towards the kitchen “just come i stupid before i lock you out”

“Ouch that's harsh” he put a hand over his heart “that insult really hurt” he walked threw the door and shut it behind him, hanging his kutte up on the coat hook in the hallway along with his jacket

“Stop being a wimp” 

You heard him move into the front room and sit on the couch.

“Want a beer?” you asked as you went in the fridge for another bottle of water

"Yeah- what's this?" He questioned

“What's what?”

”On the TV dumbass” 

Walking back into the front room you saw he had his hand behind his head, his phone was on the table along with his keys.

“Oh, the platform. It seemed interesting so I started watching and only someone distracted me” you said as you handed him the beer and sat on the sofa, leaving some space between you and him.

“What's it about?”

“Not too sure something along the lines of some type of prison system where the food is on a moving platform, I only just started it”

“Hmm” grabbing the remote he pressed play while sipping his beer.

You two sat in comfortable silence while watching the movie but every so often you would look over at bishop, partly to make sure he wasn't asleep and partly to see if he was okay.

Over the time span of 30 minutes you noticed he wasn't watching the movie, rather he was looking at the wall clearly spaced out somewhere in his own mind. He was sitting so his right elbow was on the arm rest and his right hand in his mustache, messing the hair lightly. He always did that when he was thinking about something. His other hand was resting in his lap holding the beer you gave him.

“Bishop?” you waited a few moments but he didn't respond “Bishop'' you repeated, still no reaction. Taking the beer from his hand you set it on the table, putting your hands on his cheeks you turned his face toward you “bishop”

“Hmm?” he finally looked at you. Removing your hands from his face you looked him in the eyes

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing” he said shaking his his head

“Don't lie to me” your tone came out harsher than you intended he raised his eyebrows at you

“sorry didn't mean to sound like i was being mean” you pulled away slightly with the intention of going back to where you originally sat but that idea was quickly thrown out the window when he grabbed your torso and practically picked you up, sitting you on his lap. He put his head in the space between your shoulder and neck while rubbing his hands down your back

“What's wrong Obispo?” you asked once again, putting your hand in his hair, playing with it slightly.

“I'm just stressed” his voice was muffled as he spoke into your shouder

“About?”

“Everything” he moved his head so he was looking up at you “the stuff with Marcus leaving, the mc as a whole with the guys turning against each other ,all the shit going on with other clubs. Everything is just a mess and it's stressing me out” he explained. You kept on hand playing with his hair while the other went to his cheek

“Can you do anything about it?” you asked, he cocked his head to the side slightly clearly not understanding what you meant ”can you do anything about that stuff?” he looked at you for a moment before shrugging his shoulders

you continued “Marcus made his own mind up, you can't do anything there. The mc always sorts itself out, members fight, it's normal, you of all people should know what.” you explained while using your thumb trace the lines across his face caused by the lack of sleep

“Yeah, i guess you're right” he leaned up and kissed you softly “I have to say, I'm a president of a fucking mc and yet your smarter then me”

“I'm not smarter than you, I just look at what's happening and think about in the moment, where as you” you poked his chest lightly “ seem to think its a good idea to overthink stuff and look at consequences a year in advance that will probably never happen” He hummed in response before putting his head back into your neck

“Can i ask you something?” you asked

“You just did”

“Very funny” you moved to get out of his lap but was quickie pulled back down

“What was the question?”

”What the hell was in the duffle bag? coco sent me the video them trying to get it and it seemed like they really wanted it”

“Oh” bishop almost immediately started laughing to the point his whole body shook and his head was thrown back.

“Tell me stoopid” you slapped his chest slightly, playing with his shirt

“Well you see- me and Ez thought it would be funny to lock it in a car that needed scraping while they were getting high and then tell them the doors didn't work to see how long it would take for them to it but Gilly ended up pushing it from the front by the fighting cage to the garage” he managed to get out

“That didn't answer my-”

“Just wait” he cut you off “neither me or Ez knew what was in it but those three are too stupid to just break a window so they were attempting to get it for a good 20 minutes before Ez opened the door and got it out” he explained still laughing slightly “turn out it was just full of junk food and snacks they brought to eat once they get hungry later ”

“You two are evil”

“No we was having fun” he laughed

“Evil”

Just as bishop was about the respond his phone started to ring, you moved out his lap and sat back on the couch while he get up and went out the back to answer it.

looking at the tv you realized the film wasn't interesting you at all. Grabbing you phone you saw you had a snap from coco and one from angel 

what did they do now?

opening the app you clicked on to yours and Angels chat only to find a simple text

“if coco send you a video, delete it”

what?

“why” you replied before swiping off the chat and going onto Coco's. inevitably you where present with a video and a chat 

“Pease, please watch this it will be the best favor you ever do for me 🙏🏽”

your curiosity got the better of you, clicking on the video you immediately recognized the place.it was Angels front room. Gilly was chuckling lowkey behind the camera while coco was next to the door on a stool with a bucket in his hands while laughing. The camera panned down to show Gilly holding a bag of flour, now you could only assume that the bucket was full of water 

surely this couldn't end good

within a few seconds the door opened and angel walked in, coco immediately reacted throwing the contents of the bucket on top of his head while Gilly threw the flour over him.

Angel immediately froze, his face going into a startled expression followed by on of anger. Shutting the door behind him he shook of the excess flour before locking the door.

Gilly and Coco where in hysterics as Angel turned towards Coco and lunged for him, coco had a quick reaction and ran towards the backdoor , only to find it locked 

“fuck” he cursed looking for ways to escape, looking at the kitchen window he seemed to weight out his chances. by now Angels attention had gone towards Gilly who was still stood in the same place laughing. Angel lunged for him, tackling him to the ground while coco grab the phone from Gillys hand and made a run for the kitchen.

There was a lot of laughing from Gilly and shuffling in the background along with Angel cussing him out , then there was a bunch of laughing from them both of them but you could make out Angel saying “you think that shits funny huh?” “watch me key your bike” “ I'm gonna get you back so hard man

suddenly the phone was tossed out the kitchen window, shortly after you could see coco's head and body slowly emerging from the kitchen window. after a few seconds he finally managed to crawl out. picking up the phone he began to jog down the front yard 

“ha bitchesss I'm freeeee!”he exclaimed “the one time being skinny pays off”

in the background you hear a door unlock followed by Angel shouting “run bitch cuz I'm fucking coming for you”

then the video cut off

you where sat on the sofa crying from laughing so hard you quickly saved the video and texted coco back

“that is the best thing I've seen in months😂”

just as you started to calm down you started to hear bishop laughing from outside the backdoor. almost imminently he walked threw the back door in hysterics 

“did you-did you see-” he could barely talk in-between laughing 

“did i see the video?” 

“yeah”

“yes i saw it” you laughed

taking his phone he turned it towards you, it was a FaceTime from angel covered in flour, his beard was a littler of loose flour and a clumpy mess of flour and water. you couldn't help by laugh at his serious expression

“not funny y/n” he said clearly angry. in the background you could hear Coco and Gilly laughing

“you watched the video didn't you” it wasn't a question rather a statement 

“yeah” you replied still laughing 

“fuck sakeeee” suddenly he cut the call of cause both you and bishop to laugh even harder

~~~~~~~~

so yh this was men to be a fluff with bishop but i got distracted and it just kind of turned into the start of a prank war between Coco, Angle and Gilly.

[zombryz]

How do you think Frieza would react/treat his girlfriend who is on their period with bad cramps?

I am posting from my phone so I’m sorry if the layout is sloppy. I hope you enjoy this fluffy Lord Frieza ;-)

You walked into yours and your boyfriend's shared bedroom. You were bent over clutching your abdomen, your period cramps felt awful. Usually you can handle the pain but this month your cramps were so intense. You had taken a few ibuprofen and even tried taking a warm bath. Nothing was helping. Frieza was still asleep in bed, it was so early in the morning the sun hadn’t even come up yet. You checked your phone and the time 4:35 a.m. flashed across the bright screen. Ugh, you thought to yourself.

“Friezaaaaa,” you groaned. You didn’t really want to wake him up but there was no way you were going to be able to go back to sleep being in this much pain. You climbed into bed, slightly on top of him cuddling yourself into his arm. Your head nudged the inner part of his shoulder and you rubbed yourself against him craving his affection.

He moaned at your touch, he turned towards you to grab you trying to shake himself awake. His arm went around your neck pulling you into a tight hug.

“What is it little one, what’s wrong?” Frieza said with his eyes still closed as he held you in his arms. You closed your eyes and pushed yourself into his embrace. You groaned in pain and pulled your leg around him trying to relive the pain.

“It’s my period, it hurts sooooo bad,” you cried out shutting your eyes tighter. You had to explain what a period was to Frieza earlier in your relationship, he was slightly confused but understood when you brought out the diagrams.

“Ahhh yes, human anatomy is very strange,” Frieza replies staring up at the ceiling while circling his pointer finger around the tip of your shoulder. “I am sorry little one, I wish I could absorb your pain.” You couldn’t say anything in return, your brain could only focus on your cramps. Next thing you know Frieza’s tail snakes up around your lower abdomen and wrapped around you twice. His tail held you tightly which relieved your pain by a lot.

“Wow, that feels nice. Can you keep your tail like that?” you smiled into his chest.

“Of course, as long as you need darling.”

Frieza didn’t let up on his grip as promised. Your cramps subsided and they were replaced by dull aches.

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

“I know I am,” Frieza answered with a cocky smile that you couldn’t see in the dark. “So based on what you told me, a period means that you’re not with child… well that just means that we’ll have to try again next month.”

Your eyes went wide and you felt Frieza kiss your forehead. You definitely weren’t against the idea of making Frieza a father.

[wolfish-trickster]

Advent kisses

4/24

Loki x female!reader

Word count: 1 131

Summary: Instead of chocolates, kisses are going to be recieved everyday until Christmas.

Tag list: @gaitwae @lucywrites02 @modestlyabsurd @spaceyempress @thefridgeismybestie

You were finishing your puzzle. Loki was sitting criss-cross next to you on the carpet of your room. He was bent over those small colourful wooden pieces, his hair kept getting in his eyes. He angrily tossed it back for the fifth time in 2 minutes. You silently stood up and went to your bathroom, grabbed small box where you kept your hair ties and walked towards him. You opened the box as you sat close to him, your knees touching. You held out your hand with a heart-shaped red hair tie in the center of your palm. Loki looked up at you with a smirk. "Darling, does this mean you're in love with me?"

You opened your eyes. You were in your bed. There was no Loki. It was only a dream. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and looked over at alarm clock on your bedside table. Still too early to wake up. But you were thirsty and in no mood to fall asleep again. Still wrapped in your blanket you made your way to your bathroom, grabbed a cup of water and went for a walk around the tower. To clear your head.

'That was a very weird dream,' you thought to yourself as you were passing the library. You knew dreams sometimes overexaggerate little things that happened during the day but this was something else. You've never built puzzle with anyone but your family when you were little. You also don't own any heart-shaped hair ties. 'Maybe that dream is trying to tell me something, but what? The fact I' m in love with Loki?' you thought jokingly.

You stopped in your walk. It actually made sense. Butterflies in your stomach whenever he touched you, heat in your face whenever he looked at you and you caught him, and those kisses....

Three days, three kisses, always on different time of day and different place.

'Stop. You just woke up from a wierd dream, you can' t have weird thoughts too. Even though-'

Your thoughts were interrupted by a soft melody. As if someone was playing a piano in the relaxation room. Bruce came up with it. So you could hang out there, take a nap or just relax after a stressful day.

It was just around the corner. The closer you got the louder the music sounded. You slowly peeked into the room. You saw Loki with his back facing you, fingers gliding on piano keys. He played beautifully. The music felt otherwordly, almost alien. 'It must be something from his home.'

You took slow steps towards him, careful not to startle him. Halfway through your journey towards him he ended the song and turned towards you. You stopped. "I'm sorry. I just woke up and couldn't sleep so I-" stop. You can' t ramble again. "-it doesn't matter. I heard someone playing and I wanted to know who it is. And now we're here. You play really beautiful."

Loki smiled at you. "Thank you my dear," he patted a place beside him, inviting you to sit down.

You did as he gestured, both of you sitting in front of the piano for few moments.

You decided to break the silence. "I didn't know you could play."

"Many people don't know these things,"Loki chuckled."Hey, why aren't you asleep? It's too early to get up."

"Just...... woke up, didn't want to go back to sleep."

Loki hummed. "Bad dream?"

"More like a weird dream. What about you?"

"I just wanted to play," he pressed few notes.

"Hmm, will you play me something, please?" you asked softly.

"Of course."

The tune was sweet and mellow. Lulling you. Your eyelids got heavier. 'Howaboutaquicknap?' But the nearest couch was sooooo far away. Loki's shoulder looks inviting. So you just dropped your head on Loki's shoulder, cuddling into his side.

Loki didn't stop playing. Instead he switched songs, leaving only one hand on piano keys. The other one made it's way around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His breathing matched yours. The song he chose was slow, romantic, delicate. You weren't fully asleep but not fully awake either.

Sun started to rise behind the curtains. Its light slightly illuminated the whole room, but kept enough shadow for you to continue your slumber. You felt Loki's whole body shift a little. He stopped playing. The hand that was previously producing the soft melody hugged you to him even closer than before. You heard his heartbeat. One steady beat after another, replacing the music you were falling asleep to moments ago. You felt his lips on the crown of your head. The kiss was long and sweet. You hummed against his chest. Loki chuckled. "Darling, I think it's time to wake up," he murmured against your hair.

You groaned. "Few more minutes of hugging please."

"Hehe, don't worry, we're not done with hugging for today."

After promised few more minutes of blissful cuddling the both of you headed to the kitchen.

"Would you like a tea?" Loki asked along the way.

"Hmmm, yes please," you were still sleepy.

As you were getting closer to the kitchen you heard noises. More like voices. Loud voices. It's friday, you had an off day and you really didn't want to start your lazy day with loud noises.

"Loki, can we go somewhere more quiet? I'm still a little sleepy and I don't want to deal with those idiots yet."

"Me neither my dear. But first," he held both of his hands in front of him, palms up. Two steaming mugs filled with tea appeared, one in each hand. He handed you one and started walking back to relaxation room with his free hand on your back.

You and him spent your morning wrapped in your blanket surrounded by pillows, drinking your tea and talking. Not just morning, the whole day actually. He magicked food for both of you throughout the day and the only time one of you left the other was to use bathroom.

When sun began to set you had an amazing idea. "Why don't we watch a movie? You know, to get into the christmas mood?"

"I've been told a lot of your traditional christmas movies aren't actually about Christmas. Rather some Tony Stark wannabe dressing as bat or a child torturing burglars with booby traps."

"Not all of them though, there's this one called Edward Scissorhands. Not really a christmas movie, but I watched it as a child around this time of a year. Brings back good memmories."

Loki smiled lovingly at you, waved his hand and your laptop appeared in your lap."Let's watch this movie then, shall we?"

A/N: I really had a dream like that (with a hair tie, not the whole fic unfortunately) when I woke up I was like 'okaaaay gonna use this for a fic.' And here it is😂

[knylinphd]

They have insomnia | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> Giyuu Tomioka, Muichiro Tokito, Inosuke Hashibira, Zenitsu Agatsuma.

-> They have insomnia but their lovely s/o is tucking them in to sleep.

Giyuu Tomioka

It was usual that you would fall asleep before Giyuu. So usual actually, that everytime he would fall asleep before you, you would remember which day it was. He would often being awake before you as well, making you wonder what his sleep schedule was.

And today, as you awoken, Giyuu wasn’t there -which wasn’t weird. What was weird was that it was still the middle of the night, and you hadn’t heard his nor your crow give one of you a mission. So, on your tiptoes, you decided to look for him around the house.

You ended up finding him in the garden -he was training. ‘’Why are you training this late ?’’ You whispered. He turned and widened his eyes a bit at your silhouette. ‘’I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to train to get tired.’’ He replied, walking to you so he would put you back to bed.

But you knew him, so well. You wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. ‘’I see the sad look on your face. What is it about ?’’ You asked. He sighed, hugging you back. ‘’The same as usual.’’ Indeed, Giyuu often had insomnias, and always because of the same reasons.

You walked him back to bed, even tucking him in as he didn’t say anything. ‘’None of this is your fault, I know it’s what you’re thinking. And yes, you’re protecting me and I’m happy with you. And no, you’re not a burden.’’ You said. He smiled at you, making your heart warm. ‘’Thank you.’’ He whispered.

Muichiro Tokito

You instantly woke up when you felt the mattress getting lighter. You saw Muichiro walk out of your bedroom, but you didn’t say anything. You even closed your eyes when he turned to look at you, not to bother him. You knew it happened often that he couldn’t sleep.

You watched him go outside and look at the stars, through the window. But as he still hadn’t moved after long minutes, you decided to follow him. You quietly sat next to him, and as he was still focused on the sky, you grabbed his hand.

He was actually playing with rocks, so it felt chalky to hold his hand. Still, he squeezed your hand, silently, so you didn’t mind. After some time, he rest his cheek against your shoulder, and it was comforting to feel his hot breath against your neck.

‘’Are you ready to go back to bed ?’’ You asked him, finally breaking the silence. ‘’Yes.’’ He whispered, holding your hand all the way back to the bedroom. ‘’Sorry if I woke you up.’’ He said, as you started to tuck him in. ‘’It’s alright.’’ You replied.

‘’But what was it about ?’’ You asked, not expecting him to answer, though. As you kissed his forehead and played with his bangs, he looked at you. ‘’Yuichiro. It felt like he wanted to talk.’’ You smiled at him. ‘’I hope you told him I said hi then.’’ You said, making him mirror your smile.

Inosuke Hashibira

What took you out of your peaceful slumber was a horrible noise. It was a faint one, yet you could hear it clearly. As you turned to look if Inosuke was still here in the bed with you, you noticed he was gone. Thus, you followed the noise.

You snorted at the sight in front of you once you arrived in the garden. Inosuke was there, hitting his katanas with rocks. Indeed, he had broken them and had received his brand new ones before going to bed. But apparently, the thought of them being untouched made it impossible for him to fall asleep.

‘’Inosuke baby, it’s the middle of the night.’’ You said. Hearing you mutter, Inosuke turned and actually felt bad. ‘’I didn’t want to wake you up ! That’s why I went to the garden !’’ He said, a bit irritated. ‘’Go back to sleep !’’ He told you, before turning back.

‘’No, you go back to sleep, Inosuke. I had to wake up early to go to the village at dawn, anyway. But you have nothing to do, now go to bed.’’ You said. He groaned, but of course he obeyed. He looked at his swords, satisfied. ‘’They’re much better this way !’’

He didn’t move as you tucked him in, taking off his mask. However, as he saw you start to walk away, he shouted. ‘’Hey ! Where are you going ?!’’ He asked. You turned back, arching an eyebrow. ‘’I told you, I have to get ready.’’ You replied.

‘’But... I’m not asleep !’’ That’s how you understood ; he wanted you to stay. You giggled and sat by his side, playing with his front hair that was usually resting on his forehead. ‘’I like when you do that.’’ He said. He didn’t need more than a kiss on the cheek before falling asleep.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

You woke up because you felt cold. It was almost daytime, you could see it. But Zenitsu wasn’t awake this early, usually. And as your walking heater wasn’t with you anymore, you decided to wake up and look for him, wrapped in your blanket.

He was actually outside, training. You sat for a few minutes, watching him. Actually, you had decided not to bother him and just wait for him to notice you -which he did. He jumped at your sight, making you giggle.

‘’Why are you awake so early ?’’ You asked. ‘’Were you cold ?! I’m sorry, I left you alone in the bed and you were cold !’’ He stuttered, noticing the blanket you had brought. ‘’Zenitsu, I’m alright.’’ You replied, rolling your eyes. ‘’Answer my question.’’

He sighed. ‘’I couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to train to get even more tired and to eventually fall asleep once I’m back in the bed with you.’’ He said, sitting next to you. You hugged his side, kissing his cheek. ‘’Why couldn’t you fall asleep ?’’

Zenitsu bit the inside of his cheek when you asked. You noticed him tearing up, so you cupped his cheeks, supporting him. ‘’I was just thinking.... do you think my grandpa would be proud of me ? I feel like I don’t do him justice...’’ he admitted.

You started to walk him back to bed. ‘’Of course he is, Itsu ! You’re a pillar ! You’re sooooo strong ! And you know more than one form now !’’ You kept talking and talking while tucking him in, until you felt his hand grab your sleeve. ‘’Stay with me, please.’’ And you couldn’t say no to those pleading eyes.

[sylvie-writes]

“I Wanna Be Just Like Mommy!”

a/n: this is to make up for my inactivity. (which is still ongoing lol bc school drains me)

Summary: a short hc to kick off my fall writing!

“Stevie! Wake up babe!”

Your husband groaned and curled into his side, pillow clutched to the side of his face as you leaned over his body, pressing kisses to his bare shoulder to wake him.

“ehhh.”

“C’mon! You promised Sarah and I to brunch today!”

At that, Steve shot up and looked at you, a worried look glossing over his face, his frown disappearing at your sweet smile.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I forgot! Give me like ten minutes.”

Steve then went to throw the covers off, when you pulled them back over him, shaking your head.

“It’s okay, silly. I was just waking you up early because I knew you forgot, after all you did have a mission yesterday.”

Steve Rogers was so grateful to have such a forgiving, and supportive wife.

Leaning forward with joy, he kissed you deeply, holding you close to him as you smiled into the kiss.

“Well, you rest up some more. I’m gonna go get ready, Sarah too. I’ll come wake you.”

You pressed a pucker to his cheek and dashed off to go wake Sarah, who was surprisingly in the kitchen.

As you walked passed, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the little girl at the kitchen counter, sitting with her plastic princess bowl and spoon in front of her, a quart of milk adjacent to the bowl.

“Mommy! I was trying to make cereal, but daddy put the box on the top shelf.”

Smiling, you walked to the little girl’s chair and kissed her messy nest of hair, patting her shoulder before venturing off to reach the box of Frosted Flakes.

Returning to Sarah, you helped her pour the milk and cereal, your daughter gladly accepting your assistance.

Finally, Sarah dug into the cereal, crunching it happily, even offering to share with you.

“Have some, mommy!”

Her little hand brought the spoon to your mouth as she fed you, just as you always did to her.

The two of you, were just as close as she was with Steve.

One of the things you shared with the little girl was your food.

Anytime you’d eat out, you’d put said food on a spoon or fork and feed it to her. Then in return Sarah would give you a chicken tender or an orange slice from her kids meal.

Not too long after, Sarah fisnihed her cereal, you finishing a cup of coffee along with her.

Dishes put away, you escorted Sarah to the bathroom where she got into the tub and proceeded to let you wash her up.

Minutes later, her knotted golden locks were dampened and you gently brushed them out as she sat on the toilet seat, telling of her adventures with Uncle Bucky at the museum where she saw some of Steve’s old pictures.

Sarah, just like you, was always interested to hear about Steve’s last. The 30’s/40’s seemed like an interesting era, and to hear about it from someone who wasn’t physically 100 years old was pretty cool too.

When her hair was dry, you did a little half up-half down, securing a pumpkin bow onto the ponytail.

The little girl still sat in her nightgown, outfit not yet picked out. Checking the time on your phone, the clock read 10:07 AM, meaning you should go get your shower, then change Sarah.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got to go shower myself, how about you watch some tv in my room while you wait?”

Like the most darling child she is, Sarah jumped off her seat and dashed into your bedroom, jumping on the bed, your side to be exact, Steve not even noticing, for he was in the deepest slumber ever.

You scrolled through the channels, stopping on nick jr. where some cartoon was playing, Sarah’s attention glued to it, allowing you to shower.

After you stepped out, you immediately picked up your outfit you had planned for today. Steve told you about the brunch last week and you just wanted an excuse to dress up.

So in honor of the fall weather, you bought a burgundy boucle knit sweater and some light denim jeans to kick off the season.

To complete the look, you wore black ankle wedge boots, paired with your wedding ring and a small necklace that was Steve’s mother’s.

Yes, your outfit was what some would call, aesthetically pleasing, for it was the epitome of fall.

As you were now dressed, you picked up Sarah from the bed, kissing Steve to wake up, which he did, and then going to change your daughter.

Once in her room, you set her down to search through the drawers when she stopped you with her little hands.

“Mommy, you look so pretty! I have a sweeter like that! Can we be twins?”

Her pronunciation and little baby eyes were so cute, as she begged to match with you.

Sooooo cute 🥺

Nodding, the girl ran around you and opened another drawer pulling out her own burgundy sweater as you fished around in your drawer for her denim jeans, which were slightly darker.

Handing her the outfit, she surprisingly dressed her self correctly, then going to sit on her bed, slipping on some socks. Which of course were mismatched.

As she did that, you went to the front door of the apartment, the mud room or drop zone so to say, and found her pair of boots. Brown leather ankle boots.

Sarah pulled on the boots and hopped off the bed, running to your bedroom. You were really hoping that Steve wouldn’t just walk out of the bathroom, naked, having forgot his clothes.

Relieved that he didn’t, you followed Sarah to your nightstand, where she handed you your phone.

“We need a picture, momma!”

Agreeing, you opened the camera and walked with her into the closet, using the floor mirror for a full outfit picture.

Duck faces, smiles, goofy grins, you must’ve taken at least fifteen pictures, ones you’d treasure for years to come.

After taking pictures, you and Sarah went to go sit on the couch, awaiting Steve who would be done any minute now...

“There are my pretty girls!”

Steve walked in, burgundy sweater of his own, jaw dropping as he was met with the two of you matching. Now apparently matching him too.

All three of you just burst into giggles.

“So are we going like this or am I gonna be the one to change.”

You walked over to Steve to hug him, Sarah joining in as Steve picked her up.

“No daddy! I think we all look pwetty like mommy.”

So before walking out, you all took one selfie, your burgundy sweaters prominent in the picture.

It definitely became your lock screen for the next few months.

And needless to say, everyone smiled at your family at the restaurant.

Captain America and family: matching trio.

Im so sad that this will never happen, but I’m so warm and fuzzy rn 🥺🥺

Sorry for any mistakes, I should be sleeping bc I have class early, so I didn’t edit this.

Tmrw I’ll add a read more button bc I wrote this on mobile 😐

[anna-pixie]

my wife / poe dameron -> 4

sooooo i had every intention to end my wife here but i’ve somehow gotten emotionally attached to my own series so...

sorry again for slacking on the uploads but if you have requested anything recently they will be posted v v soon <3

pairings: poe dameron x reader

warnings: none

*******

You sigh happily, trying to ignore the way your scar stings as Poe brushes his fingers over it lightly. He’s been fawning over you ever since you got back from being held in the First Order, treating you like a porcelain doll since he found out about the torture you endured. 

You won’t ever be able to forget the haunted look on his face as you had to relive your ordeal and explain it to General Organa and her commanders - which unfortunately meant he was forced to listen to it. About halfway through the briefing, Leia could see it was getting too much for Poe so she had excused the two of you, saying that you could carry on the next day.

“Where are you going?” Poe questions, his eyes frantic as he watches you get up from your place on his lap.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, I’ll only be a second.” Laughing a little at his worry, you make your way to the bathroom, wincing as your side throbs painfully.

You’re just finishing up in the bathroom when Poe knocks on the door softly, asking whether you’re okay since you’ve been in there a while. You roll your eyes. You found his constant worrying cute at first, however this has been going on for days and you’re starting to get tired of being treated like a child.

“I’m fine, Poe.” Your response is short and you hope he knows that you’re not in the mood for him to continue pestering you. Of course you should know better, this is Poe Dameron we’re talking about. Emotional intelligence is not his forte.

“Are you sure? Let me in, I’ll-”

“Poe I’m fine! Leave me alone, please.” You snap, your voice quiet as you don’t want to hurt him with your sharp words. Poe doesn’t reply to you but after a beat of silence you hear his footsteps softly padding away. You groan as guilt settles in your stomach. You know he is only trying to protect you, after thinking you were dead for half a year the thought of losing you all over again plagues his mind constantly.

You’re so focused on your own recovery that you can’t see Poe’s own suffering. When you wake from a terrifying nightmare reliving your trauma, you don’t know that Poe is waking from his own - his mind taunting him with images of your body being lowered into the ground. When your scars sting and you wince, you don’t notice the tears that Poe fights back at the thought of what you endured, what he couldn’t protect you from.

He is lying on the bed when you finally exit the bathroom, and he sends a hesitant look your way, as though he’s scared to annoy you in any way. You furrow your eyebrows and look at him, holding out your arms as you silently ask for a hug. He perks up at this, quickly leaping off the bed and making his way into your arms as his wind around you in the strong grip that you love so much.

Pulling back slightly to look at him, your breath stills at the proximity of your faces. Your mind unwillingly travels back to the evening that you left. The kiss between the two of you that neither of you have been brave enough to bring up since your return.

Poe licks his lips and seems to be having an internal battle as his eyes dart back and forth from your eyes to your mouth. Oh, the deja vu. Before either of you can make a move, however, you’re rudely interrupted by BB8’s frantic beeping. From Poe’s expression, you realise it must be something important, and he grabs his flight jacket.

“Stay here, I won’t be long.”

“Poe, I’m coming with you.”

“No, Y/N. Please, stay. I don’t want to be worrying about you while we’re out there okay?”

You huff, turning away from Poe as you grab your own sweater from his bed.

“Fine. I’m going to my own room. Bye.” You don’t give Poe a chance to reply before you leave his room, your face thunderous as you stride back to your own room. One you have made yourself comfy in pyjamas, under layers of cover, you reach for your datapad.

Private message.

Rey to Y/N: Want to go stargazing?

Y/N to Rey: Sure. Meet outside base in 5?

Rey to Y/N: :)!

You’re smiling again, mood lifting as you think about stargazing with Rey. It’s her favourite thing to do, she’s completely in her element when she’s lying beneath the dark sky.

You pick up two warm cups of caf on your way, still bundled underneath a pile of blankets as you meet a smiling Rey outside of the base. Much to your delight, Rey has been treating you as normal since you’ve been back. You know she feels guilty about what happened, that you were taken instead of her, but she’s very good at acting like everything is normal.

“You’re a lifesaver.” She smiles at you as you hand her a cup of caf, the two of you wandering towards the dense forest surrounding the base. You reach a clearing and place the blankets on the dry ground, letting out a pained groan as your bruises hit the hard surface.

“I’m okay.” You quickly confirm when you notice Rey’s concerned gaze on you. She smiles and quickly drops it, lying down next to you with a happy sigh.

“I’m so happy you’re back, Y/N, I don’t know what I would’ve done without my stargazing buddy forever.”

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” I smile at her, my eyes tearing up when I see Rey wiping underneath her eyes, “Stop it, you. You’ll make me cry.”

“Sorry. I just want you to know how much you mean to us, all of us, you know?”

“I know Rey. Trust me, I had plenty of time to mull that over while I was up there.”

We’re silent for a while, just taking in the beauty of the sky before we hear a rustling in the bushes. I stand quickly, ignoring the stabbing pain in my side as I look at Rey in confusion. No one ever comes this far into the forest except me and Rey.

The rustling becomes more clear now and seems to be coming from behind me. We whip around, Rey bringing out her lightsaber although she doesn’t seem too fearful about the impending danger. Footsteps become clear now and I can barely focus on anything except them, my heartbeat increasingly frantically as a figure bursts through the bushes.

It’s Finn. Finn and… BB8?

“What the kriff, guys! You’re going to send me to an early grave!” I place my hand over my heart, letting out a deep breath as Finn raises his arms in defence.

“Sorry, Y/N, we just needed to distract you…”

My brows furrow, eyes widening as I take in his and Rey’s mischievous expressions, “Distract me from what?”

“Turn around.” Rey speaks, biting her lip in excitement.

Hesitantly, I turn on the balls of my feet and I feel like I’ve been winded as I take in the sight in front of me.

Poe is on one knee before me, holding a ring in his hands as he looks at me hopefully. My eyes tear up and for a brief moment I consider whether this may be a practical joke. No, they wouldn’t be this cruel.

A tear escapes my eye as I look down at Poe, but I don’t bother to wipe it away.

“I know the word wife probably doesn’t mean a lot to you anymore. It’s like… the main word in my vocabulary,” He chuckles, taking a breath and trying to collect himself before he carries on, “As far as I’m concerned, you’ve been my wife since the moment I met you, and now I want to make it official… so, what do you say? Will you be my wife?”

*******

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@starlite41

@loki-an-idiot

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@itsfangirlmendes

@peachdameron

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[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #819: Tired (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

8:46 p.m. at The Beachside of Isle Defino......

It was about to get dark in the island Isle Defino and food stand workers, Roy and Lucas, has already fallen fast sleep at their own stand.

Roy/Lucas: Zzzzzzzzz......

???: Boys?

'Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

???: Booooyyyyys.....

'Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz'

???: BOYS!!

The boys quickly got up.in a startled like fashion before accidentally bumping each other and falling down from their chairs.

'THUD' 'THUD'

Roy: (Groans While Getting Himself Up)

Lucas: (Gets Up From the Floor as Well) I'm okay....

Roy: Huh? (Looks Up to See Ann and Shiho In Front the Stand Before Rubbing his Eyes) What you ladies doing here? (Looks Around an Almost Empty Beachside) And where the hell is everybody?

Ann: (Shrugs) Back home? The place was already empty once we got here.

Shiho: I'm.... guessing your customers left once they figured that you were both sleeping.

Ann: How long have you two been working here today?

Roy: (Yawning and Stretching While Walking Out of the Food Stand Along With Lucas) I dunno.....Six in a morning or whatever....

Ann/Shiho: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Shock) SIX IN THE MORNING!?

Roy: Yeah. Our work schedule is six to eight. What's wrong with that?

Ann: Nothing if you have the flexibility to work in that kind of hour. You two are way too young to be doing something like that. Especially when you're SUPPOSED to be vacation!

Roy: (Wave his Hand Down) Ehh. It's not that big of a deal. We still manged to pull through to the end. (Turns to Lucas) Right, Lucas?

Lucas: (Already Fast Asleep on the Ground) Zzzzzzzzzzz......

Roy: (Raised in An Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) Uhh....Lucas?

Lucas: Zzzzzzzzz........

Roy reaches his hand to Lucas and starts snapping his finger at him to wake up.

Lucas: (Immediately Wakes Back Up With a Small Yelp) Ahh! I'm up! I'm up!

Ann: Aww sweetie....(Makes Her Way to Lucas While Crouching Down to his Level) Are you getting sleepy already?

Lucas: (Slowly Starts Getting Back Up on his Feet) Yeah......('Yawn') I think so..... (Starts Stretching) Who would've thought working at would be so tiring....('Yawn')

Ann: You want me to carry you back to the house?

Lucas: ('Yawn') Yeah.... If it's really no problem to you, of course.

Ann: (Smiles Softly) It's isn't, kiddo. I gotcha. (Picks Lucas Up in her Arms a

Lucas: (Gives Ann a Tired Smile) Thanks, Big Sis.

Ann: You're welcome!~

Shiho: (Turns to Roy) Hey Roy, I can try and carry you back to the house too if you like.

Roy: Nah. (Yawns While Walking Out of the Beach) I can walk back with you two just fine.

Shiho: (Shrugs While Walking Next to Ann and Roy) 'Kay.

Ann: Sooooo.....How much of money you boys made so far?

Roy: A hundred and something dollars. It would've been a lot more if I didn't have constantly buy the recipe of the nachos and the hot dogs and buns.

Ann: Well, at the very least, you two still have some money leftover. So that's a good thing.

Roy: True. Wish I could've made a lot more though.

Shiho: That's understandable. And we get how boring it is to wait for your allowance come up every once and while. But you really didn't have to worry about getting up in the early morning just to start work. Especially if it's making the both of you this tired and sleepy.

Roy: ('Sigh') Yeah....I guess you right on that one. The business life can be tiring in some areas....

Ann: Those customers of yours weren't giving you two a hard time back there, were they?

Roy: Eh....Sort of? Some of them were loud and impatient for the most part. There was this one guy who almost made Lucas cry by yelling at him. So I told 'em to scram before things got more hectic.

Ann: That's very mature of you, Roy. Between you and me, I would've totally slap the guy for yelling at Lucas like that.

Shiho: Ann!

Ann: What!? I would! You know how protective I am when it comes to our little Sunflower.

Shiho: Yeah, but that doesn't mean two wrongs makes a right. They could try and hurt you for all we know. And then I would pulverize them to oblivion.

Ann: (Giggles Softly) I wouldn't doubt that for second, babe. You are the strongest girl I ever known and love after all~ (Playfully Winks at her Girlfriend)

Shiho: (Giggless Softly as Well While Bashfully Looking Away) I love you too, Ann-Bear~ But my point still stands on this, you know?

Ann: Whatever you say, Shiho-kins~

Roy: (Starts Rolling his Eyes) You lovebirds mind doing your little love shtick some other time? I'm too tired to this crap....

Ann: ('Sigh') Alright. Alright. We'll stop. But in the meantime, let's just enjoy the last bit of our vacation tommorow instead of working on that stand all day, okay?

Roy: (Shrugs) Sounds good to me. Sorry if we worried you earlier.

Ann: (Smiles Brightly at the Koopaling) Nah. Don't worry about it. We're always gonna worry about you kiddo no matter what you do.

Roy: ('Heh') You're sounding just like a mom right now.

Shiho: (Giggles Softly) I know, right? It's kind of cute.

Ann: You guys think so? I feel more like cooler big sister if anything.

Roy: I dunno about the "cooler" part, but.....

Shiho: (Playfully Pouts at Roy) Hey! Ann-Bear is the coolest girl I know!~

Roy: If that's the case, then why you have her that corny ass nickname?

Ann: (Pouts at Roy as Well) Uh excuse you!? I happen to love that corny ass nickname very much thank you.

Roy: (Snickers While Rolling his Eyes) Yeah. I bet you do.

Ann: What was that-

Lucas: Ann...is....coolest big.... sis....(Went Back to Sleep)

Ann: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness Along at Lucas' Words Before Turning Back to Roy With a Smug Smirk on her Face) You hear that, Roy? (Gently Hugs the Sleeping Lucas) Lucas thinks I'm the coolest!~

Roy: That's because he's Lucas. He probably only said that to be nice.

Ann: Or it's because he loves us.

Shiho: (Happily Nodded in Agreement)

Roy: ('Tch') Whatevs. You're not even in my Top 10s anyway.

Ann: (Went Back to Pouting Again) ('Hmph') Rude.

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