#and play fight and hug after and fall over into a pile laughing

[spaltedrat]

what the polygun!!!

[cursedonyx]

How the HL Cast Act When They’re Drunk 🍻

Sebastian Sallow

This lad has three main modes when he’s had a few to drink, and it’s all entirely dependent on how he was feeling beforehand. He will either be the sweetest, cuddliest little snugglebug you’ve ever met, who hugs anyone and everyone regardless of how well he knows them and tells everyone he loves them (unless he’s in an established relationship, then his partner is the only one who receives such ardent affection), or he could be the life and soul of the party, challenging everyone to dares, games and other challenges, accepting pretty much all dares for a laugh, encouraging people to get up and dance and have fun, telling outrageous jokes and more… Or, he will be sullen, moody, and prone to fights. It’s best not to let Sebastian drink too much if he’s in a grump, because it won’t end well.

He's got a pretty good memory for his drunk antics and never gets blackout. This is useful for both making sure his friends are safe and for embarrassing everyone with tales of their conduct the next day, but it’s a double-edged sword, as he will remember everything he did as well.

Ominis Gaunt

A charming man at the best of times, drunk Ominis is a shameless flirt, and will make pretty much everyone fall in love with him at some point during the course of the evening, regardless of which way they swing. He’s got a pretty good head on his shoulders and tends to toe the line of tipsy and inebriated quite well, but if he pitches a bit too far and ends up sauced, his inhibitions are going to go right out the window. He’ll be the first to dance on a tabletop, he swears far more frequently and is prone to showing off a bit, though he still draws the line at public nudity, which is a shame. Chances are, if there’s a piano nearby, he’ll play for everyone with exceptional skill and, if the stars align, he’ll even sing, which is a rare treat for all involved. Mans got the voice of an angel. If he’s in an established relationship, he’s far more comfortable with PDAs and will be much more open to experimenting with his partner once they’re alone.

Though he rarely gets blackout drunk, Ominis can struggle to remember all the details of what he got up to if he has one too many, which without fail will leave him utterly mortified and swearing never to drink again, even if he had a good time. It’ll take a week or two before he’s ready to even have a glass of wine with dinner if he’s embarrassed himself.

Garreth Weasley

Garreth is usually the one to bring his experimental brews to the party and he’s usually swiftly banned from wherever the drinks are being kept. Regardless, after a few bevvies he’s loud, boisterous, and usually found challenging Sebastian to various dares and competitions. A cheerful and popular chap, Garreth is likely to get people singing along to various songs he knows, or ones he’s made up on the spot. Whilst not as tall as Leander, Garreth is a big lad and quite strong too, so any of the girls present might find themselves picked up without warning and swung all about as he tries to dance, and one of his favourite memories of a previous party is trying to pick up all the girls at once and immediately falling over, ending up buried under a pile of laughing women. If Garreth is in an established relationship, very little changes, but you can be safe in the knowledge that even though he's flirting, that’s as far as it will ever go.

Garreth never gets hangovers, no matter how much he drinks, and he’ll be the first one awake the next day, helping to clean up or cook breakfast or make everyone a strong cup of tea.

Leander Prewett

Bless his heart, Leander tries very hard to fit in with his friends and as such will likely end up drinking too much too quickly, meaning he’s usually the first one to suffer the worst effects of drinking. That said, he handles it well, and after chundering once or twice he’s usually ready to keep going. Being a gangly lad, his sense of balance is terrible when he’s blotto, and he’ll trip on a bit of dense air if there’s nothing else to fall over. If the others manage to keep his drinking at a reasonable pace, Leander will often be found trying to flirt with everyone, and though he doesn’t have Ominis’ natural talent for it, he’s a surprisingly smooth talker when he’s not worried about being rejected, and he’s pretty much guaranteed to go home with someone at the end of the night. That is, if he’s single. If Leander is in an established relationship, he’ll follow his partner around, making sure they’re comfortable, warning off potential challenges to his territory, and he won’t even look at another girl.

Leander’s memory of the night before will be hazy at best, and though he knows full well he probably embarrassed himself, he’ll choose to believe he didn’t, so long as no one got hurt.

Amit Thakkar

Amit doesn’t drink much at all, but when he does and has one too many, he’s going to be talking at a mile a minute about whatever’s on his mind, whether that’s his memoirs, his gobbledegook, his stargazing, other people at the party, who he fancies, any gossip he’s overheard, and on and on and on and on. At some point during the night, he stops talking, sits down in the nearest seat, curls up and goes to sleep, no matter how noisy it is, and it’s pretty much like someone flipped a switch. You could be sitting on the sofa with him listening to him babble, then literally a second later he’s out for the count, and he probably won’t wake up for a good few hours, so move him somewhere where he won’t be trodden on. If Amit is in an established relationship, nothing changes about his drunk behaviour, because he’s endearingly loyal at the best of times.

Amit remembers well who he spoke to and what about, but rarely does he realise how much he gabbles on. He tends to take this with a reasonable degree of humility, but aside from hoping he didn’t bore anyone, he’s content that he didn’t embarrass himself.

Andrew Larson

He’s going to be mooning after everyone pretty the moment he gets trashed, and if Ominis is playing the piano, that lad better hope he’s got his girlfriend nearby because Andrew’s going to try his luck and be deeply disappointed by the inevitable rejection. Andrew lives by his emotions and will cry at the drop of a hat or a picture of a cat if he’s had enough to drink, but he will be laughing seconds later if someone falls over or tells him a joke. If the mood takes him, he’ll likely be having long, philosophical debates with anyone who’ll listen (most likely Amit) and he’s prone to wandering off at random moments because he saw something interesting and wants to go on an adventure. He needs a minder. If Andrew is in an established relationship he’s less likely to be a liability because his Alice in Wonderland moments are going to be focused entirely on his partner (and Ominis will remain unaccosted).

Andrew sways between having a good memory for his antics and remembering absolutely nada, sometimes in the same night. Parts of the evening will be clear as day, and parts will be obscured completely. He doesn’t tend to feel too embarrassed for himself, but more for others because it’s a guarantee someone else is going to have done something worse.

Natsai Onai

Even hammered, Natty is the mum friend. She’s the one making sure everyone drinks water in between their booze-infused bevvies, helping people up if they fall over, cleaning up puke and intervening in any brewing fights. Left to her own devices when no one needs her help, she’s sneakily encouraging Garreth to sing rude, memorable shanties, Poppy to climb the walls and jump on people, and Sebastian to run around the garden in the buff because if he doesn’t then Leander will. A master of planting ideas in drunk people’s heads, she usually makes sure things don’t go too far while masterminding entertainment for everyone involved. If Natty is in an established relationship, she’ll still be doing all of the above, but her partner needs to steer her more into the ‘having fun’ side of things so people don’t come to rely on her too much.

She’s got a reasonable memory for drunk happenings, but as she usually doesn’t embarrass herself, she’s pretty good to go the morning after. That said, if Natty does something embarrassing, she goes the whole hog, like the time she got stuck on the roof with only a tea towel for cover. That gets brought up a lot, and she wants to sink into the ground every time it does.

Poppy Sweeting

If you thought Poppy was a nutter beforehand, just wait until she’s got some beers in her. Poppy will be the first to try swinging from the chandelier, the first to encourage everyone to do shots, the first to run around the room with her shirt off, the real life and soul of the party. Once she’s drunk, she’s feral, and will climb over everyone and everything. Once she’s spent her boundless energy, she becomes incredibly cuddly, and if she chooses you to cuddle good luck getting her off you. Regardless of who you’re both respectively dating, you may find yourself going home with Poppy and her partner if the two of you aren’t together and she chooses you to snuggle. It’s not that she’s trying to get you in bed, she just loves cuddles and you smell safe.

She remembers nothing. Absolutely zilch once her blood alcohol level reaches a certain point. No embarrassment either, no matter what she did, she’s just happy everyone had fun.

Imelda Reyes

Competitive as ever, Imelda will likely be challenging people to drinking competitions (and usually Leander’s the only one to take her up on it, most people know better). Imelda has the blood of a Scot (and likely a Viking too) so she can outdrink almost everyone with relative ease. That said, once she’s drunk, she’s drunk. Swaying all over the place, her accent almost incomprehensible, and prone to getting into fights, Imelda is either the worst person to drink with, or the best. If she decides she’s looking after you that night, you’ll not have to worry about a thing, this girl would fight off a dragon for you. If you want to do something, whether it’s playing a certain game, talking to a certain someone, or just chilling outside for a bit, Imelda will make it happen. If you’re not the Chosen One, you can expect things to be very chaotic around Imelda when she gets cunted. If Imelda has a partner, her Chosen One will always be them.

Imelda’s memory is crystal, and no matter what she did, she feels no shame. Why would she? She was only looking out for her bestie or lover, and if someone got offended over that, well then that’s their problem. She’s not responsible for other people’s emotional reactions, after all.

Duncan Hobhouse

Will boast about being able to outdrink Imelda, then throw up and pass out after two butterbeers. Best to move him outside, because he’s going to shit his pants.

Masterlist

[stxrshxpxd]

💒 fic friday;

“he fancies you”

90s liam gallagher x reader

sexual tension

Liam and I knew each other very well. That’s not to say we didn’t hate each other, we definitely did. Opposing opinions on everything, clashing personalities, drunken bickering, etc etc etc. We had first become acquainted through our respective best friends, whose wedding we were currently attending. The bride, my best friend since third grade, always insisted that one of these days Liam and I would be all over each other. And so us being seated next to each other was definitely a diabolical little joke of hers.

“Anyway, I’ll see you around,” said the guy whose name was Aidan and who had just loitered around our table for the last few minutes, peppering small talk at me. I smiled and nodded as he waddled away with a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“He was sweet,” I said casually, forgetting for a minute it was Liam who was sitting next to me.

Every couple minutes he had been tugging on his tie and by now it was significantly loosened around his wide neck. He was playing with a toothpick between his finger and thumb and he nodded blankly.

“Yeah. He fancies you.”

“What?!”

“He’s absolutely undressing you in his mind right now,” he piled on and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re sick.”

“No, you’re sick for thinking he’s not dying to take you home.”

He accidentally flicked the toothpick across the table and sighed, letting his choppy hair fall around his face as his head dropped in frustration.

“You’re certainly stuck on this idea, aren’t you?” I asked, searching for eye contact.

“Well,” he scoffed softly and nodded his head in my general direction with eyes wide and brows raised. My heartbeat quickened slightly and I smiled, fighting to hold in my laughter.

“Do you wanna say that I look good tonight?” I suggested and was met with stunned silence for a second. In the two years we’d known each other he hadn’t ever seen me in this type of formal wear, and I realised now he had been actively steering his eyes away from the body-hugging dress and my cleavage all day.

“Didn’t mean to accidentally compliment me, did you?” I teased further and he let out a pained breath, gazing away maybe to hide his hot cheeks.

“Which one would you let take you home?” he tried to steer the conversation back and I laughed gently, looking out at the room full of people.

“That guy in the blue tie.” I pointed at a man with swoopy blond curls some tables away. “I really love blond men.”

Liam chewed on his lip and scowled in silence for a moment, twitching his eyebrows at my teasing comment.

“Good. You’ll have beautiful children.”

“Oh, I’m not interested in children. I just wanna have lots and lots of sex. In lots and lots of crazy positions.”

He grimaced, cheeks still warm, and he turned his face to me at last.

“Now who’s the sick one?”

“Maybe the one who’s picturing me having lots and lots of sex in lots and lots of crazy positions?”

“Or the one raving about it,” he countered, his eyes doing a quick, barely noticeable, scan of my body up and down.

“Or the one imagining it was him doing it with me.”

“So that would be Aidan.”

I laughed at his quick callback and rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair. He laughed faintly with me too and mirrored my leaning back after grabbing another toothpick from the middle of the table. I watched him toy with it restlessly and tap it against the table for a few seconds until it was getting on my nerves.

“Stop fidgeting!” I complained as I snatched the toothpick from his hand.

“Okay, mom,” he sighed in a jokingly juvenile voice and I smirked back, laughing softly.

[navibluebees]

Reader as a Softie Recom

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Request from @bunnyzer0 - i would like to ask for scenarios where reader is part of the recon group but they are like the biggest in the group more like a gentle giant who loves to be touched and petted and even if others tease them about it they don't care or just admit it just jokes and a lot of fluff please 〒▽〒

Thank you for requesting!

a cook for hell's gate in your first life, always wanted to do more, but couldn't due to a health concern

waking up in your new body was wild because suddenly you could breathe better, see sharper, hear everything

the other recoms were a bit confused but accepted you fairly easily, helping you learn the equipment quickly

Zdinarsk is a great shot, so she helped with target practice and cleaning weapons, teasing you a bit because you're so much "like a baby"

Brown clasping your shoulder and laughing through tears after a successful prank "Dude, that was hilarious!"

Mansk wanted to learn more about food prep, so you showed him what you remembered from the first time, edible Pandoran plants and spices

Always making sure everyone has snacks and water for missions

getting the nickname "Mama/Papa bear"

Quaritch grumbling about the "nagging" but then being reminded by Lyle that you were the one that prevented him from being dehydrated the last time

Playing cards with everyone, eventually giving up because nobody can manage to hold them properly with their giant hands

Zhang and Warren usually keep to themselves, but are always there to step in if you have a question and never make you feel dumb for asking, giving an awkward pat on your head before they walk away

Lopez teaching you how to dance and prepping food with you for Mansk to grill, a tight hug after talking about family back home

Movie nights in the recom bay. Everybody insists on piling on top of each other, fighting for the spots closest to you, ending up in a raging battle of rock, paper, scissors

Ends up in a giant cuddle pile, them holding onto your arms and heads tucked against your shoulder

Prager confiding in you and bonding with you over how hard the transition to a new body has been

Ja giving a refresher class to everybody on basic first aid, the rest goofing off or ignoring him. He sighs and starts to pack his stuff away but you ask a question to get him to keep going. He reaches up to ruffle your slightly shaggy hair. "You're not too bad, kid."

Extremely gentle with anyone smaller than you and getting teased by the other recoms for your softer side

Lyle and Zdinarsk messing with you about how they're too cool for all that "Touchy-feely stuff"

Are literally the first recoms to start begging for shoulder massages and back scratches

They'll end up bringing little gifts or treats as a thanks

Getting teased by human soldiers and the other recoms overhear and come to loom over them so they leave you alone.

Recoms are on high-alert for anybody that tries to mess with you, Fike having to hold Walker back from slapping some humans across the weapons room

Walker like a mom to you, patting your arm as you break down one day and sitting quietly until you're calm

Hard nights feeling lonely and without a place in the world and then Lyle insists on having a slumber party, "Everybody move your bedding to the floor!" Ends up falling asleep with an arm across you, snoring in your ear

Out on a mission and trip over roots, unused to your new feet.. "Sorry for being a burden to you guys."

"The team wouldn't be the team without you."

CUE MASSIVE GROUP HUG AND TEARS

***

I hope this is something like what you were wanting. :) Thanks for reading!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Wonder how Buddha, Shiva, Hades, and Qin Ham Shi would react to a human fighter that uses their opponents fear against them? Totally won't be making an oc that does that nope

-You had been ‘blessed’ with a unique ability, the ability to project other’s fears back onto them.

-You used this ability to your advantage, taking out cruel and evil people when you were on earth, many calling you a vigilante or a hero, but many called you a monster for using fear.

-In Valhalla, you didn’t use your ability often, as you had no reason to, but it was always there, just in case you did.

-That all changed when Ragnarok came around, and Brunnhilde wanted you to fight for humanity. While uneasy about it at first, you agreed, planning on using your ability only once, so you wouldn’t put your opponent through any unneeded psychological abuse.

-Looking into his eyes, after removing your aviator sunglasses, you were instantly able to know his fear and your form shaped, your body being covered in shadows before you emerged as a giant (icky, nasty, disgusting, hairy, yucky) spider.

-The girly shriek that left your opponent was almost comical as he tried to run from you and with one well-placed kick with one of your eight legs, you were announced the winner of the shortest match in the tournament.

-Many of the gods were mad at your ability, finding it unfair, while many of them had been using their own abilities against opponents.

-You returned backstage and your eyes lit up and you ran over, leaping into the arms of your lover who hugged you back, a chuckle leaving him, as he knew you were going to win your match.

-Buddha- He grinned as you made it back to his private room, “So what was it like having that many legs?” you snorted softly in laughter before giving him a grin, falling onto his sofa and he crawled on top, resting his head on your chest, “Weird, but it’s not the first time I’ve been a spider.” He shivered in disgust, not liking them either which made you grin. Buddha knows you would never use it on someone who wasn’t attacking you, you had only used your ability once or twice in Valhalla, when someone tried to kill you, one was a stalker of Buddha, pissed that you were dating him, and you scared the bejesus out of her, and the other claimed you weren’t a strong person and didn’t deserve to live. You played with his hair, taking it out of his bun which he scowled at, as his bun is rather hard to put up, before he melted into you, cuddling you close.

-Shiva- Once in his private room you beamed and ran over, leaping into the pillow pile with his three wives who were instantly smothering you with affection before Shiva joined the cuddle pile, resting his head on your lap. Parvati was leaning against your arm, “Your match was over so quickly! But I’m glad you’re not hurt!” you thanked her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before Durga spoke, “Can you control the size of whatever you turn into?” you shook your head, “Nope, I turn into whatever will scare people the most, so if it’s a spider, I’ll be the biggest spider I can!” Shiva laughed warmly, cupping your cheek tenderly, “And you were pretty terrifying!” you threw your hands up in a cheer, making them all laugh, finding it funny.

-Hades- He knew he had nothing to be afraid of from you, as you didn’t use your ability willy-nilly, like to get your way or something like that, you only used it when fighting serious opponents or threats. Hades knew this and knew you could be terrifying when you wanted to be, not so much from what you change into, but more along the lines that no matter who it is, even him, you can tell what they’re afraid of. You have so much blackmail, so much power, knowing people’s hidden fears, but you choose not to use it. Hades let you sit on his lap, turning him into your throne, cuddling up to him as you pouted, “My match ended too quickly!” he boomed with laughter, patting your head, “That’s what you get when you use your ability straight off the bat.” Your pout deepened, but then lessened after he pecked your cheek.

-Qin Shi Huang- Had a feast waiting for you, all the food still piping hot since your match literally was only about a minute long, most of it being taken up by your transformation. He sat you down on his lap, celebrating your win by feeding you, telling you what all the dishes were, since you had trouble sometimes with Chinese food, telling what is what. Zheng knows you would never use your ability for evil, which you easily could do and that honestly scares him as you would be unstoppable, but finds it relaxing that you don’t, giving him a small sense of relief. He couldn’t lie to himself, if he had such an ability, he would be using it to his advantage anytime and anywhere he could, grinning as he believed himself to be a super villain, but that’s why he’s happy you have it and not him.

[stevesbipanic]

After Steve and Eddie had been a couple for a little while and friends for longer they inevitably talked about their shit childhoods and even shitter dads. They made a promise to each other that if they ever had kids they wouldn't go through that and the kids they did have now would always have good childhoods monsters be damned. But something was still missing inside them, something still broken.

Which is why the list was created. Taming centrestage on their fridge in their little apartment, surrounded by Polaroids and pictures drawn by the kids. A list of all the things they wished they could've done as kids, things they could now do together, to patch that broken part.

It started with simple things, being told I love you, saying you were proud, hugs, soft kisses. It had silly things like bedtime stories and playing catch, and bike races. There were seasonal things, jumping into piles of raked leaves, flower crowns, snow angels.

Which lead them to here.

"Eddie!"

After facing real life monsters, hearing someone yell your name got you moving quickly. Eddie slid into the living room where he had heard Steve call out.

"Fuck, what's wrong Stevie!?"

"It's snowing!"

Eddie took a deep breathe trying to get his panic under control. Outside small flurries were falling.

"Fuck I thought you were dying, baby."

"Sorry, but I got excited. Do you think there will be enough to play in tomorrow?"

Eddie smiled at his boyfriend, the list had certainly helped Steve get excited over small things again.

"I don't know, sweetheart. We should get to bed soon so we can wake up early to check."

Steve had woken Eddie up many different ways since they started dating. Coffee, sound of bacon, breakfast in bed, sweet kisses and some other ways that he'd never tell the kids. All of those things were a lovely way to wake up. This morning was not one of those ways. Steve had gotten up as soon as dawn had broken, getting out bed to check outside, seeing a thick layer of snow. In his excitement he had turned and jumped on top of poor Eddie.

"Oof, angel I love you but I've already had one near death experience and as hot as you are I don't wanted to be crushed to death by you."

"Not what you said last night but sure, but Eddie there's so much snow!"

Eddie let himself be pulled out of bed by his giddy boyfriend and wrapped in warm clothes, being dragged outside into the snow. Steve giggled letting go of his hand turning around and landing in the snow immediately starting a snow angel. The cold was already started to colour their cheeks and Steve had never looked more beautiful to Eddie, completely carefree.

When Steve started shivering from the early morning, Eddie pulled him back inside for a warm breakfast, listening as Steve excitedly called the party over to play in the snow that afternoon.

Together they made more snow angels and staged an epic snowball fight.

"You can't kiss me as a distraction, Eds"

"If that's so then why did it work."

They ended their day with a snowman making competition. The kids were trying to recreate Steve, he'd told them they couldn't steal his sweater but gave them his scarf instead, they were currently trying to find the right sticks and leaves for his hair.

"No no no, we need more leaves it's not swoopy enough!"

"Dustin, those leaves aren't the right colour these sticks are!"

Steve laughed as he finished off his creation.

"Stevie, baby is that me?"

"Does the stick guitar give it away?"

"It's perfect, sweetheart."

Once everyone was too cold to stay out any longer, eventually Steve's mother instincts kicked in worried about them catching a cold, everyone crashed in the little living room. Steve made a big pot of hot cocoa and they all settled down to watch a Christmas movie.

There on the fridge, was one more thing crossed off for two men finally allowed to be boys.

[nightghoul381]

Impromptu Silvio fluff because @xbalayage and @randonauticrap hurt my heart tonight and I needed him to be happy before I get some sleep.

(It's almost 1:00am so forgive the lack of banner XD)

Silvio POV x Reader Fluff WC: 782

There you are. I’ve been lookin’ all over the for ya, I don’t know why I didn’t think ya might be here. Of course you’d be here, curled up on a chair in the corner, piles of books littered around you as you continue to nap peacefully.

You’re so damn cute, I gotta fight every instinct to scoop you up and steal you away. You got really mad at me the last time I did that, embarrassed that I was carrying you through the halls like a little child.

You’re gonna end up being sore if I don’t get you to move at least to a better position though, right now your head is dropped at such an uncomfortable angle, it’ll be a shock if ya don’t wake up hurtin’ from it. I see you shift ever so slightly in your sleep and the cute little sound you make as your leg drops down from where it was curled under you twists my heart.

I never expected to feel this way about anyone. Not really, not after everything that had happened when I was a kid. But you and your smart mouth came bargin’ into my life like a whirlwind and of course ya just had to go and make me fall in love with you. I realize now that it was inevitable. Your unending kindness even to someone like me was so foreign to me, I was incredibly fascinated and confused by you. Every minute I could get with you had me falling further and further under your spell and now I’m so completely enamored with you I feel like a completely different man.

My reminiscing brings a soft chuckle from my chest and the sound seems to startle you awake. Your eyes snap open, a quick inhale followed by a satisfied groan as you sit up straight and stretch has me hurrying over to you.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake ya.” I place my hand on your cheek as you smile sleepily up at me.

“I don’t mind,” you sigh happily, nuzzling into my hand and letting your eyes flutter closed again.

“Heh, you gonna get up or do I need to carry ya through the halls again?” I ask in a light, joking tone. You make a small noise, almost like a laugh before you reach your arms up, cheeky smile playing on your lips.

“As you wish,” I concede. You’re too damn adorable, I can’t possibly reject you, especially when you’re being as cute as you are now. My heart feels so warm as you wrap your arms around my neck, clinging to me as I pull you into my arms.

You rest your head against my shoulder, curling into me and placing a gentle kiss on my shirt.

“Why’d ya go to the library if you were this tired?” I ask, genuinely curious as to why you weren’t in bed in the first place.

“I… I kinda got lost in the books I was reading. I didn’t realize what time it was.” Your sleepy murmur sounds so pleased and content and I can’t help but hug you closer to my chest. I keep tellin’ myself that there’s no way I could possibly fall any more in love with you, but every day I find myself sinking deeper into my admiration of you.

Pushing open the door to our room, I set you gently on the bed, pulling the covers up over your shoulder to make sure you weren’t gonna be cold. As I take a step back, you let out a disappointed grumble.

“What was that?” I ask, spinning around, amused disbelief clear in my voice.

“Don’t go,” you pout, lifting your head slightly to flash those damned pleading eyes at me.

“I was gonna go get cleaned up first.”

“Come on, please?”

My resistance against you is pretty much zero at this point. I move back toward the bed, tossing off my jewelry ad my clothes until I’m left in just my undershirt and slacks.

Sinking into the bed, you spare no time in cuddling up to my side, letting out the most satisfied little hum as I drape my arm around your shoulder.

“You’ve really got me down bad for you y’know,” I murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, relishing the soft smell of your hair.

“Mmhmm.”

You bury your face in my chest, and in no time at all, you’re lettin’ out the cute little snores. I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am to have you. I get to have you all to myself and that makes me happier than anything else ever could.

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[mushiewrites]

Wake up brain is back in action Mushie!

So, I'll make it lee!George for you and lee!Dream for Llama

Sapnap telling Dream that George needs an exorcism after he says something extraordinarily mean. So he uses a pen to draw random symbols on George’s arms and forehead before shoving him onto his back so Dream can grab his arms. He then rather aggressively shakes George into the bed, yelling for the demon to get out of their friend. George makes a noise of surprise first before bursting into giggles at how silly the situation is. Sapnap claims the demon is laughing at them so he knuckles his ribs which gets him immediately screaming and thrashing like an exorcism No amount of pleading or bargaining convinced them to let him go, it's only when George begins to play along, shrieking out that he's been freed and the demon's gone now. They both back off and act relieved that it worked. Sapnap wipes away his tears and brings him up into a hug, George in a few seconds feels Dream behind him, sandwiching him in. The body heat comforting him. "You guys are idiots" is the last thing he says before falling asleep against Sapnap’s shoulder

omg sleepy.....do you just wake with ideas like this???? i wake up ideas too but not THIS detailed, holy cow. you are just....a genius in every way, sleepy 🥰

firstly, sap and dream are so extremely playful and george is just so wild that they would have so much fun in a scenario like this. because sap and dream would be holding him down, drawing random patterns everywhere they could reach (focusing on the extra tkly spots like his triceps and palms - he even feels his shirt lift and tks along his ribs that make him squeal). and george just has to lay there and.....take it. bc what is he gonna do, fight back? dream has both of his wrists held down to the bed!

and they start telling him he's possessed and they need to give him an exorcism NOW before it's too late!!!! george is screaming and laughing and thrashing and it's just complete chaos as sapnap fights to throw his leg over george's waist to straddle him. but george is squirming so much dream has to hold his wrists in one hand for a second before leaning forward to place his hand on george's stomach. he has to push on it lightly so his body stays down on the bed long enough for sap to finally take his place on george's hips

when george gets cackling from how ridiculous this whole situation he is sapnap just gasps in fake offense, quickly rubbing his knuckles against george's ribcage. and george screams and howls and laughs and he's in hysterics because it tks SO FUCKING BAD and he cant handle it!!! he doesn't know what to do besides scream and thrash and kick. he can hear dream and sapnap, giggling and still shouting this back and forth to each other about how possessed he is and how they need to "rid george of the demons!"

eventually george can't take anymore. sapnap has been rubbing into his ribs and kneading into his sides and soon enough he feels sapnap's thumbs drilling into his hips. he shrieks and just goes "OKAY OKAHAHAY I'M C-CUHUHURED! I'M NOHOHOT P-POSSEHEHESSED ANYMOHOHORE!". finally sap and dream take pity on him and he feels sap wipe the tears off his cheeks. he hadn't even realized he was crying bc of how hard he was laughing, but it warmed his heart that sap paid enough attention to comfort him that way.

george would let himself be cuddled and squished and squeezed because fuck, he deserves it after that torture. and of course he calls them idiots before he falls asleep in the little cuddle pile ):

[misty-groves]

The first hug Cole gets after being a ghost

Pairing: Kai x Lily (oc), Cole x Zane, Pre relationship Polyninja x ocs

Rating: G

Summary: For reasons not quite clear- Lily can touch Cole despite his being a ghost- and as long as she's touching him so can the others. And Cole- really needs this hug.

Warnings: Angst, Cole centric angst, breakdown

Other: Not proofread

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Cole has accepted that he can't touch anyone. It hurts- of course it does. He can't hug his team.

He can't hold Zane when his lover breaks down.

He can't Ruffle Lloyd's hair.

He doesn't realize he isn't alone anymore until he hears someone speak.

"Cole? What's wrong, babe?" Lily asks, coming closer. The term of endearment is welcome.

After the disaster that was fighting Morro- he's drained. He'd watched his whole team fall asleep in a pile in Lloyd's room- and he couldn't join them. Not really.

"I'm- fine."

She sits down on his bed beside him, a few inches between them.

"Cole... You know you're still a part of the team. Right?"

"I- know..."

The look she gives him is enough for him to tear up. She's only been on their team since the tournament- maybe four moths... But she's wormed her way right in.

And he can’t help the way his chest loosens just a little at the soft look she has.

"Can I help at all?" She asks.

"No... Not really."

Lily watches the tears start to fall- so she acts on instinct. She does what she's done with all her friends who cry. (To be fair for most of her life it had been her, Kai, Nya, and Anna. Max joined a few years ago.)

Cole chokes on a sob when he watches her lean forwards- towards him. He can feel every millisecond as she opens her arms before she's hugging him.

He leans into it on instinct- and gasps as his tears still roll. He's shaking- but he dosen’t pose throughout Lily at all.

Her arms are warm, solid, and actually touching him. This has to be a dream. This shouldn't be possible-

"Lily-" Cole whispers with a broken voice.

"I- don't know how I'm doing this." She admits, but she just scoots closer so their legs touch.

She holds his tight and rubs his back with one hand. She whispers sweet nothings to him as if on auto pilot.

She's so warm and solid against him- Cole sobs harder as he clings to her shoulder. He wants to stop- but the flood gates are hard to close after they open.

The way she doesn't say anything mean to him as she holds him- it's nice. While he might have wished that ot was Zane holding him instead- he's happy.

Cole just takes comfort on the fact that he can touch someone. Maybe he's better? Maybe he can tough the others!

"I'm right here, I have you. You're safe." Lily soothes with practiced ease. She's gentle with him- in a way so few people are.

The tears that rolled down his face almost burn- he's hyper aware of the shaking, sobbing, snotty mess he's become. But he still can't help it.

"Lily?" Kai's voice calls from down the hall, "Angel? Where are you?"

"Can I let him know?" Lily asks gently, "It's okay if you don't want him to see us."

"It's- It's fine." Cole says with some effort.

"Kai, I'm in here." Lily calls louder, chest vibrating with her words.

Cole hears Kai come closer, and berries his face in Lily's neck. He finds himself a little surprised by the scent of apples- which is from her hair products.

"Lily! Where have you-" Kai asks from the door way, going silent quickly. "How- are you doing that?!"

"I have no idea." She admits gently, "But I am. Don't you remember how stubborn I am?"

Cole gives a wet laugh at that, images from. The bits of her fights in the tournament play in his mind.

"Can- we all touch him?"

"I don't know... I haven't tried to until now."

"Oh... Does it have something to do with your element? You were able to touch other ghosts."

"Maybe."

Cole just pulls Lily in tighter and slowly stops sobbing. Her heartbeat is evenly paced and so real it drums in his chest.

Kai comes over and kisses Lily's cheek before he tries to hug Cole- and he can.

Cole chokes a little, "Kai?"

"Right here, Boulder brain." Kai says as he wraps his arms tighter around Cole from the other side.

"You couldn't touch me earlier."

"I know."

"What if you can't touch me again?" Cole asks bitterly.

"We'll figure it out." Kai says firmly.

[soaringeag1e]

Escape {53}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader Au

Words: 1,860

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"This is nice." Holding the to go cup with both hands and letting the warmth seep into your body, you stole a glance at your tall friend, smiling softly.

"It is." you agree. "Sorry it's been so long since we've done this. Time just kinda…" 

"Ran away from us?" Sam finishes your sentence, the two of you sharing a smile.

"Yeah. Exactly." 

"It's okay." Your smile grows as Sam steps closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Now that you and Dean are getting married, you're truly stuck with me for the rest of your life." 

"I wouldn't be so confident about that. I'm sure Dean wouldn't need much convincing to move." You smirk behind your cup, trying not to take too big of a sip as you're sure Sam's look alone will make you choke.

"Very funny." He releases you from his arms, giving you a playful shove as you laugh. 

Sam takes a few more sips of his coffee as the two of you continue down the path. The morning walk was planned Christmas night and after going so long without spending time together, both Sam and yourself were excited for it.

Sadly, the winter had been a pretty dry one. Thankfully there was some snow fall around Christmas but ever since then, it's been a hit or miss. Like today, there were some snow piles, more like ice now, that hugged the edges of the road and the corners of houses, otherwise it was clear. Just cold.

"You do seem really happy, though." He notices, getting you to look over at him, your strides still matching as you walk down the path. "Like really happy. Like...back when we first met, happy." Your lips curl at the corners, the thought of how Dean makes you feel makes your face light up.

"I am." You confess the obvious, smiling up at your friend. When you see his brows raise and the cocky look in his eyes, however, your blissful smile disappears.

"Ugh...God." you roll your eyes along with your head, seeing some cars driving alongside the path on the side road.

"What?" 

"Alright…" you stop in your spot, turning to Sam as he stops next to you. "Go ahead and say it."

"What?" Sam chuckles, looking at you confused. "Say what?" 

"Go ahead! Tell me how you were right! Start gloating on how if it weren't for you I wouldn't be as happy as I am and I wouldn't be getting married!" 

"Y/N…" he scoffed quietly, amused chuckles bubbling out of him.

"Come on! You know you want to." Sam only continues to stare at you in complete amusement. After a moment, he shakes his head and starts walking again. “Sam…”

“I’ll save the gloating for my brother.” The image of that interaction plays in your mind, making you fight a smile as you begin to walk alongside Sam again. It wasn’t more than twenty feet ahead that he gently nudged your arm, flashes you a smirk and quietly squeezes in an ‘I told you so.’ Of course it’s just an impulse to smack him back for it, but he still found it amusing.

A comfortable silence rests between you both after that. The two of you continue taking sips of your coffee, looking over the small lake just a few yards away from the path and enjoying the sounds of nature around you. So when you began to speak again, Sam was shocked at how drastic a turn it took.

"You know," you start, your focus now on the path in front of you. "When Dean canceled on me...I really thought it was because of work." Sam listened on, knowing that the topic most likely brought you back but was curious on why you went back so far; wondering why you were thinking back on the cancelation and not just your first date together.

"Then I heard you talking with Sarah one night and I started to think that maybe it wasn't. That maybe my past with Jeff scared him and he didn't want to start something that he thought was going to end anyway."

"I didn't tell him about your past, Y/N." Sam interjects, his tone a little more somber than it was before.

“I didn’t know that.” you tell him, meeting his gaze. “I mean...you told me about him. You told me stories of growing up with him, what he did for a living, his wife. Though, you didn’t tell me what happened to her. Thanks for that by the way.” Sam turned away for a moment, guilt clear in his expression. “But anyway...after all that and then never hearing back for a different date, I figured it was over.”

“I’m so sorry.” Sam felt horrible. With how busy Dean was with that case, he never got a chance to set another one up. He definitely bugged Dean with it, but nothing ever came of it. But he should have kept you in the loop and clearly that’s where he first dropped the ball. “I didn’t...that was my fault and I’m sorry.”

“Meh.” you shrug, a soft smile on your face as you bring your cup up to your lips. “It’s funny how the world works.” As you take a sip, Sam follows, not knowing that you weren’t done with your story.

“When I woke up in the hospital...I…” you stutter a bit, trying to find the lost words in your mind. “...I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling. Of course I was scared. Lost. I was in so much pain but numb at the same time.” Sam’s stomach began to flop, making his sips of coffee become less and less. “But there was one thing that I knew. Despite everything else I was feeling, I knew that I needed to see you.” His shock from your confession had his eyes snapping to yours, his feet stuttering a bit as they tried to keep moving down the path.

“There’s very few moments in my life that I’ve felt safe. Like really safe, and most of them have been with you.” Sam’s grateful when you stop walking because the heaviness of the conversation was making it harder for him to continue on.

“Thankfully I only had a couple people looking out for me instead of half the hospital, but the way they looked at me…” you choked on your words, taking a moment to pull yourself together. “Then there was this officer that kept coming in, trying to get me to talk and to eat and I just...I didn’t want to. I didn’t want anything but for you to come and pick me up and…” When a tear slips from your eye, Sam finds it nearly impossible to hold his emotions in, but he keeps fighting them.

“Then...at one point a new guy came in and tried to talk to me, just like the other one. But this one...his voice was so calming.” Sam watched as your eyes changed, as if you were looking through an invisible window into another universe. “There was something about it that reminded me of you.” you tell him, finally looking into his eyes. “It brought me comfort. The only way you ever have.

“Then he said his name. I don’t even remember saying anything, but I kept repeating his name in my head over and over again and I guess I must have said it out loud at one point because he acknowledged me for it.” A soft smile starts to pull at your mouth.

“Dean Winchester.” A light chuckle bubbles in your chest. “After that, I asked about you and he seemed to put a wall up. I must have scared him.” Sam even chuckles then, the mood lighting back up again.

“I knew it was him. I knew it was him and for how safe I felt around him…I knew you were right even back then. But after what happened to me...I figured the chances of him being interested were zero to none.”

“Y/N…”

“I mean...who would want someone after that, right?” Sam steps forward, his palm coming up to your elbow and carefully pulling you closer to him. “Why would he want someone as disgusting and as tainted as me?”  He pulls you into his chest, not caring if your coffee gets squished and he ends up wearing it. Sam holds you tight like he always did when you needed it most.

“One.” he whispers into your hair, letting you cry softly into his jacket. “You’re not tainted and you are not disgusting. Y/N...you are beautiful, funny and loving. You’re amazing. And two,” he pulls back, dipping his head a little as he makes you look up at him.

“You’re worth it.”

“Bag this.” As Dean holds up a knife that he pulled from the kitchen sink, one of his officers holds open an evidence bag, keeping it steady so that he can carefully place it in.

“Hey.” Dean gives the officer a nod and then goes to pull his gloves off as he looks over at Styles who is making his way to the kitchen. “Heard you needed me.”

“Yeah.” he confirms, balling the used latex in his hands before tossing them in the police only trash bag on the floor. “That family photo in there? I need you to talk with everyone and start hunting down the younger male.” Styles looks back, but sees that the photo in question is not in sight at the moment.

“He is to think he’s only being questioned as a family member that may have information to help, not as a suspect. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Because he will flee, if he’s not already.”

“Okay.” Styles nods before following Dean through the dining room, his eyes catching the photo Dean is talking about as he passes, but he continues to follow his partner outside. “You heading home?”

“Yes. If Bobby needs me, have him call me. But I’m sure the manhunt will keep you guys busy for a while.” Dean pauses on the steps as he looks at Eddie, waiting to see what he replies with, but both men are silenced even longer as a pair of officers carry out a body bag. This one smaller than the others telling Dean who was inside. The silence stretches for a bit, the heaviness lingering until they have him feet away.

“My report is in there, make sure Bobby gets it, will ya?”

“Of course.” Dean turns and takes on a few more steps before Styles calls out for him.

“Did you do it?” The hint of a smile tells Dean what he’s asking about and honestly the topic makes him finally get a small smile in too. “Did you ask her?” Picturing your face on Christmas morning helped wash away the evil he just walked away from and Dean’s smile grows a little more as he slowly nods in response.

“Yeah.” Styles shares his happiness, making Dean even more anxious to get out of there and go home to you.

“Congratulations, man.”

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[buoyant-breeze]

ways they say i love you without actually saying it [ pt. 1 ]

characters ⊱ childe, venti, thoma, kazuha

warnings ⊱ completely safe! enjoy!

rating ⊱ sfw

childe

whenever you’re upset or had a terrible day, he always tries to make you laugh

says he missed you even if you saw each other literally twenty minutes ago, and means it each time

gives bear hugs

you’re stressed about one of your responsibilities (i.e. chores, school, work), so he just takes your hands into his and says, “i’ll take care of it for you, go rest”

remembers every birthday, anniversary, and holiday, both in his family, and yours

does literally everything just to see you smile

always enthusiastically invites you over to join conversations with him and whoever he is with, and he makes you feel comfortable and safe even around total strangers

keeps a lingering hand on you whenever you’re in public together, anchoring you to him with a simple touch (a hand on your hip, between your shoulderblades, resting on the back of your neck)

tickle fights; ticklish kisses

playfully waking you up every morning by saying good morning, sleeping beauty, or something like, rise and shine, angel!

venti

kisses you the moment you’re both awake, and then giggles and teases you for having morning breath, even though he does, too

pillow fights

picks up eyelashes that fall on your cheeks and holds his fingertip out to you and tells you to make a wish

does the same thing with dandelions

the moment music begins playing, he grasps for your hands and tries to drag you down to the dancefloor, begging you to dance with him, even though he’s mostly terrible at it

enthusiastically greets you with good mornings/afternoons/evenings

always holds your hand when you’re walking together, he grips it tighter when in crowds or crossing the street and pulls you closer to him

“don’t worry, i won’t let you fall,” whenever you’ve climbed a tree or building or just generally are on a high place together, said as a firm promise as he tightly grasps onto your fingers

playfully pouts at you and says, please, please, please, pleaaaase? whenever he wants you to do something or go somewhere with him

always offers to share what he’s eating or drinking

sings to you as a form of comfort or a way to make you fall asleep

squeezes you in his arms and softly says, it’ll be alright, everytime you’re upset

thoma

says the worst, most cliche, and obnoxiously affectionate petnames just to make you squirm, all while trying to hold back his laugh

he rubs circles into your back whenever his hand is resting there

fixes your hair for you after the wind blows it into your face, or when you need it pulled back for whatever you’re doing, and he carries an extra hair tie for you if your hair is long enough for it

says, “call me when you get there,” with a kiss on your forehead whenever you leave

remembers what food you like so he can cook it for you; collects recipes, even going as far as calling your grandmother just to learn how exactly she makes that one dish you really like

takes care of your house chores before you get the chance to do them, so that way you can relax whenever you get home

greets you in the morning by wrapping you up in his arms and swaying slightly with you there

everytime you get a bruise or he puts a bandaid on one of your scratches, he presses a kiss on top of it to ‘make it better’

matching braided-leather bracelets to commemorate your bond, that he never takes off (he considers it a good luck charm)

kazuha

holds onto you like a very clingy octopus everytime you fall asleep together

soothes himself and you with physical touch: he brushes his hands through your hair often, or hides his face in the crook of your neck, or cocoons you into his chest

likes to ‘nest’ with you by piling up lots of blankets and pillows and then tangling up with you in the middle of it

always leans into you with a blush and a sheepish laugh when he’s embarrassed, like he’s trying to hide himself in your body

likes fidgeting with your hands, like twisting a ring you have on your finger, or rubbing his thumb against a charm on your bracelet, or following the seam of an old, tiny scar on your wrist

impulsively kisses exposed skin whenever he’s close to you, unable to really stop himself from giving you affection

follows you around whenever he’s free, just to talk with you and be in your company while you’re doing things

always asks for your opinion when he makes literally any decision, even if it something like, should i get the mint chocolate chip ice cream or the matcha tea ice cream?

kisses your knuckles and tells you in soft tones about poetry he has written about you

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi! I love your writing. Can I please get prompt #25 and trope #1 with Eddie

Maybe reader gets into bed with Eddie? Smutty?

THANK YOU SO MUCH💕

Uh duh, ask and you shall receive.

"So, where should I sleep?" I whisper, trying my best not to alert the sleeping children and other friends that are scattered between Eddie's kitchen and living room. With everything that's gone on since Vecna, we've developed a sense of separation anxiety with each other, so the only way to get around that is to pile into one space.

Eddie looks around with a blushed look, biting at his lower lip as he looks around his room. I hug my arms to my chest, fighting the urge to pull the Hellfire shirt that I'm wearing further down my thighs, not totally accustomed to the way that Eddie's eyes seem to get stuck on my thighs every time I move.

"You can take the bed, I can always sleep on the floor." He offers with a small smile, reaching up to play with the curls resting on his shoulders. I look at his bed and then down at his floor, frowning at the thought of him sacrificing a good nights rest after the week he's had; getting framed for multiple murders and learning that the world works in a completely different way consisting of monsters and portals. "Chivalry isn't dead, so it seems." He whispers, clasping his hands in front of him and I laugh, setting my bag down beside me on the floor with a huff.

"I don't want to take your bed, Eddie." I pout, my bottom lip jutting out as Eddie takes a step towards me, tilting his head playfully at my argumentative nature. He huffs gently, reaching forward to rest his hands on my arms, the gentle touch making my skin erupt in goosebumps.

"Well then what do you propose?" He asks, bangs falling in his face as he gazes softly down at me, eyes flickering over every inch of my face.

"We've been friends for a while, can we not share a bed?" He eyes widen briefly, shocked at my proposal and I'm even shocked that it actually came out of my mouth. Of course I want to be close to him, as close as possible, but I never thought I'd ever have the guts to say it outright to him.

"You wanna sleep in my bed? With me?" He gawks, lips parted in quiet shock and my head bobs in an agreeable nod, my eyes flickering away from him out of embarrassment.

"Yeah. You've had a rough week- I've had a rough week." I explain, toying with the edge of my shirt as his chest rumbles in quiet laughter, his hands reaching up to cradle either side of my head, urging my gaze upwards to lock with his.

"You wanna cuddle? That's what this is about?" His voice is teasing but there's nothing but honestly behind his beautiful eyes, sincerity and safety are the only things found behind his dark hues.

"What if it is?" A moment goes by before a soft smile spreads across his lips.

"Then I'd tell you to get your cute ass in bed and get ready to be cuddled." I'm throwing myself onto his bed before he's done with his sentence, chuckles rumbling in the small room as he shuts his door, kicking my bag out of the way. I watch him from under the covers as he reaches behind him, tugging his shirt over his head without another word.

I bite back the surprised squeal that wants to escape me, my whole body warming at the sight of his toned but soft body, watching him as he shuffles into a pair of thin sweatpants, his hands pushing his curls out of his face.

He slides down into bed with me, the warmth radiating from him already and he's not even under the covers with me. He settles into the pillows beneath him, resting his hands on his stomach as he stares up at his fan.

"Wow, you're like a personal heater." I giggle, reaching out to poke him playfully as his chin tilts to look at me, a deadpanned look on his face.

"I run hot, what can I say?" He flirts, sending me a wink as he rolls onto his side to face me. The room is dark but I can still make out the soft smile on his lips, his hand reaching over to rest on my hip. I'm taken off guard a bit at his touch but I can tell by the nervous look in his eyes that he's testing the waters.

You'd think after being friends for so long that we'd be able to be in the same vicinity as each other. Nope, wrong. There's always been that weird, underlying feeling of wanting 'more', whatever that means.

Testing the waters further, I scoot towards him a bit, feeling his hand sneak around my back to pull me flush against his chest. I look up at him through my lashes, listening to the sound of his breath catching anxiously in his throat.

"This is nice." He laughs and takes advantage of the closeness to press a kiss to my forehead, my heart aching painfully at the much needed affection.

"You said you were going to cuddle me." I huff, reaching up to press my hands against his chest, forcing him to actually look down at me without chickening out of eye contact.

"Forgot that I actually had to get close to you in order to do that." He chuckles, his fingers messing with the back of my shirt, the movement making me realize just how close he is to me, that if his hand were to slip under my shirt, he'd touch my heated skin.

"Is that a problem?" I ask, fingers drawing circles on his chest and collarbones, loving the shiver that I pull out of him.

"No, uh, that's not the problem?" His words come out more as a question than a solid answer, his feet fidgeting at the end of the bed as his eyes close tightly for a moment. My heart hammers in my chest, worrying that I actually upset him.

"Well what's the problem?" I ask, brows furrowing in confusion and embarrassment that I flirted with him so openly, only to partially get rejected in return. But he just has a boyish smile on his lips, his chin tilting upward to avoid my gaze.

"More like where's the problem." It takes me a second to understand what he actually means until I feel it, my brows lifting as a loud giggle escapes me.

"Eddie!" I slap his chest and he reaches down between us to adjust his problem, just the knowledge that I make him that excited just from being so close to him drives me insane.

"I'm sorry!" He gasps, rubbing his hands over his face as he groans loudly, forgetting momentarily about our friends resting in the living room.

He settles moments later, eyes anxiously flickering back and forth between mine before he curses under his breath, sweeping down to capture my lips in a brief kiss. He looks at me, lips parted like a fish out of water before he leans back in, this time much more slow and presses his lips gently against mine.

My hands immediately lift to rest on his cheeks, sliding back to tangle in his mess of head of hair, pulling him impossibly closer to me. It's as if years of pent up arousal and unspoken feelings has poured over into one moment, all of our feelings coming out now as he lifts my leg over his hip.

He slips away from me breathlessly, eyes staying closed for a moment and I take the second to look at him, a giddy smile taking over my expression. When he finally looks at me, he smiles widely, almost telling me that the feelings are mutual and that he's so happy this finally happened.

"I just thought you would like to know that I’m not wearing any underwear right now. Do what you must with this information." I ramble out, his fingers squeezing the skin of my thigh as his eyes widen, almost as if he's more than intrigued.

"So, this wasn't about just cuddling. You wanted comfort in more than one way, huh?" He teases, the tone of his voice making me melt in every way possible and I fight the urge to kiss him again.

"What do you propose?" I whisper and before he can answer, he's slipping beneath the covers.

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[crystalcow]

Hello, me again, may I request just some fluffy cc dsmp creators playing with a very touch starved readers hair?

𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑒//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑆𝑚𝑝

Masterlist

Dream smp x reader //dream/Sapnap/Wilbur/punz

Pronouns used: none specified

Warnings: purely fluff! Use of real names (lightly)

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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺

I sighed shaking my head, after a long ass day just wanting to easily fall asleep. “There you are, how was the fair?” I looked over to my boyfriend, whom smiled holding a cup of coffee.

“It was great! I’m just exhausted, Tommy and Tubbo have more energy then I can handle.” His wheezy laugh brought a grin onto my face, feeling like I was in a field of flowers and trees.

A little bundle of joy despite the rough patch we’ve been through. After the whole situation on him feeling distant and way too overwhelmed, apparently he felt like a burden on my shoulders. I was just glad we could overcome that incident, just wanting my boyfriend back.

“I’d expect that.. Let’s lay down and you can tell me all about it.” I nodded quickly going to change into something comfortable, the bed dipping as I laid down next to him. The silk pillow cases and the soft duvet on my skin, a cliche feeling of sleeping on a pile of clouds.

“Your hair looks a little tangled..” Clay whispered, my back turned to face him instead. “It rained so it got it all knotted, the rain was the best part tho! Added flavor, thankfully none of the rides closed down tho.” I tensed up at the feeling of hand moving through my hair.

The feeling felt sort of unsual, I wasn’t used to the form of physical affection. My love language is mainly consisting of, verbal affiliations, and quality time with one another.

It felt good tho, slowly digging myself deeper into the pillow and moving closer to Clay. A sensation that I could easily get used to, practically begging to just be held at this very moment.

“I’m sorry, is this alright?” He was quick to ask, which made me slightly blush hiding myself deeper. “Mhm..” I responded very bluntly, fidgeting with the hem of his our sweater. “I’m just not used to this.” I could’ve feel the simper from behind me, a small kiss pressed ontop of my forehead.

“Maybe I should do this more often then.” “I’m not complaining what so ever.”

𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 warning: couple argument

“I need you to understand I would never hurt you!” I shouted crippling in my chair, small streaks of tears managed to spill down my cheek.

“But the pictures!” He opened his phone, sliding it over the counter to where I was. Open was an Instagram post from 30 mineuts ago,

“Was taken out of context! Sap, they are simply just a friend. I love you alright, and I couldn’t bring it to say that towards anyone else besides you.”

I looked back to the phone, cringing at the sight of me and them in the park yesterday. “They tried to make a move on me, but I stopped them.” My voice came out shaky and rasp from yelling.

I shut the phone off turning it over, not failing to notice the hundreds of notifications. Twitter going crazy, unwantingly getting into our business “I can’t loose you, I care too damn much.” I used my arm to wipe my eyes, getting up to face my lover.

Quickly to embrace each other in a hug, knowing we’ll finish the conversation another time. Both our mental states at the moment couldn’t handle it, anymore fighting wouldn’t end up any good. “I would hate everything about myself if I ever cheated on you. A part of me is you.”

I subtly jumped from his chest as he started running fingers through my hair, my heart starting to race and everything felt loud. The dripping water from the faucet, and little scratches from cash as he tried to make a comfortable spot on the floor.

“Do you want me to let go?” I shook my head, words unable to pile out of my mouth. The soothing sensation making me a little sick in a way. “I haven’t felt like this in a while.” I whispered, my words barley audible.

“I want to always hold you close”

“then do it”

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫

The office felt quiet for one.. A silence before a complete storm, gladly were right in the center of it. It’s apparently quiet, because everything around us turns to goo. Always reminded me of that one Hamilton song, that little peace before the whole window gets crushed by a tree.

“Chat, are you still there?” Wilbur tapped the screen jokingly, playing a soft jazzy sort of tune for the background. “It’s pretty late in the Uk, what time is it for you all?” I smiled as the different times spammed throughout the whole chat.

I yawned leaning back in my chair looking at Wilbur, admiring his beauty. “Well hello there.” He giggled using his finger to lift my chin so he could peck my nose. I started to slump myself in the seat, embarrassed a small form of affection could make me so bubbly.

I scrolled through different questions on the pc, looking for what to answer next. “Do you guys have a special spot?” I took a second to think about it, my eyes continued to flutter but I withstanded the urge to close them.

“It’s this really nice lake near my cabin actually! It has different fishes and a really nice stream.” Will replied pulling me closer to him. Resting my head on his chest, the soft feeling of his 90s retro sweater on my skin.

I took this as a chance to get a minute of sleep in after staying awake for a long time. Spending the day working with the rest of Lovejoy helping out, and then streaming for the past couple hours. “Right N/n? That day was really some of the most fun I had in a while.”

“N/n.. Shh chat they’re sleeping, glad they are it’s been a hell of a day. Look how cute they are! Awh.” I flinched in my dazed state when Wilbur grabbed my hair. Soft kisses were peppered to my head making me relax once again. “Stop I haven’t gone soft, they just make me better.”

He could tell I was begging for more of the psychical touch, saying good bye to his stream shortly after. “We have to get home dear, they won’t let us stay another night here.” I muttered something into his chest clinging onto his tall form.

“Your very touch starved arent you?”

“Only for you”

𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐳

“You awake?” I quietly knocked on the door, peeking inside. I sighed seeing Luke slumped down on the bed, looking paler then normal. “I brought you some soup, I don’t know how to make it so I got it from potbelly’s.” I laughed kissing his forehead, placing the bag on the table.

“Lay down with me, Will ya?” I shook my head going over to the dresser, grabbing the thermometer and heat pack. “Your sick, and id rather take care of you.” He groaned flipping down into the pile of pillows.

I made sure to check his temperature with my hands, wincing at the heat. “Your temperature hasn’t gone down since earlier, here let me check.” He pouted at first snatching the thermometer from my hand. “I can do it myself.”

The only noice in the room was the background show, flash I believe. “How do you turn this on?” I snickered doing it for him, making sure to hold it in place. “103.. What the hell, how did you get worse?” He shrugged grabbing my arms to pull me down, I was reluctant at first but just went along.

“Doll, your gonna get cold if you don’t come under the covers.” I made him carefully sit up, so I could adjust the pillows for us. My body froze up when he placed an arm around my waist bringing me closer to him.

“That soup smells.. good.” I choked on my words, he looked at me strangely. “Did I do something wrong?” I felt cold as he quickly removed his arm moving over a bit. “Put your arm around my waist again, please.” He slowly nodded moving back to his previous action.

My hands went straight to my hair, a little nervous tick. I looked down as Luke removed my hand using his, playing with my hair. “Your supposed to be the sick one.” I mumbled, turning up the tv so I can watch the show.

“I’ll always take care of you”

“When did you get so cheesy”

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I’m sorry this isn’t as many as I usually would, I’ve been more tired recently. But I loved writing this since I am also so what touch starved-

As always! Ask or request anything and ask if you want to be on a taglist :)

[astralwaifu]

omg i liked your writing so much!!!! if it's not a problem,could you do the same with shiggy but the reader has a nullifying quirk so shigaraki's quirk doesn't work on her/them and they hug at the end? have a nice day!!!

Ithank you so much moots!!!! I am really happy you enjoyed it! (Also sorry it took so much to answer your ask, I've had quite a lot of exams recently, but it's over now and I nailed them - like 90%)

Also check the Dabi one right here!

Shigaraki with a nullifying quirk! Reader - platonic

genre: fluff, angst and sum crack

wc: 1.1k

warnings: language probably

a/n: ngl, I teared up a lil while writing. I love Shigaraki sm and this request was literal heaven. I just enjoy writing that crusty ass. Requests-open!(I also want to try doing song fics, so ask ahead)

"Who upset you?" you hear his coarse voice ask.

You looked up at the blue haired male who was towering over where you sat on the floor curled in a ball of sorrow and pity. Glass like tears were falling down your hot cheeks.

"Who?" he harshly repeated.

"Dabi."

Shigaraki stomped away, rushing to the bar, you following quietly behind him. He took such big steps, that it almost seemed like he was flying to the room.

A burning feeling filled his chest as he approached the said man that made you cry. No warning, no reaction time from the others, Tomura grabbed the bar stool that Dabi was sitting on, pressing strongly with all 5 fingers on it. The dark haired man fell loudly on the floor hitting himself when he lost his balance.

He was now looking with a confused, outraged look in his wide bright blue eyes at Shigaraki, while sitting in a big, nice pile of dust.

The room fell quiet.

"The next time you decide to be a dick, better think twice" Shigaraki barked through his gritted teeth, then rushed to his room slamming the door behind him.

Everyone was shocked, you mostly. Your tears were now dry and you felt the need to laugh at the scene : Dabi with his ass full of dust sitting on the floor, a broken glass of liquor to his right, screeching "WHAT THE FU - "

later

Shigaraki was lost in thought, not even paying attention to his game anymore. What was the heavy burden on his chest right now? Why did it last this long?

You were playing next to him on the console, trying to pas the level. The tip of your tongue was resting between your open lips, completing the look of concentration on your face. "Can you focus? I don't want to loose because of you, idiot"

Why did it pain him so much to see you suffering, drowning in sorrow? Why did watching you cry make him want to decay this entire world?

"If anyone's the idiot here, it's you. You don't even play it right!" he scowled.

"Ugh, shut up, you look like a rabid dog"

Rabid dog? He would usually dust anyone trying to speak to him like that...But not you. He found it funny when you insulted him, only making him want to backtalk. Such a familiar feeling...almost like a....

"At least I don't have half a brain like you, brat" he commented with a smug smile. "What was that earlier? The whole Dabi thing...Don't get me wrong, I just want to know why I dusted a perfectly fine chair"

You looked at him briefly with wide glassy eyes before turning your stare to the screen. Cold, blue light was shining on your profile.

"He said I was useless to the league... I couldn't fight with my quirk, or help them in anything and I... I know that's not true but-" you looked timidly at the bewildered man, waiting for his reaction "-it still gets to me..."

"...sister?" When Kurogiri suggested this, Shigaraki denied it with every bone and fiber in his body. Why would he see you as a sister? You were just another lost brat, that somehow entered the League and...and stayed by him. Not by the organization's goals and ideals, but by him. And he found himself equally invested in your presence, always looking after and protecting you. Hell, even inviting you to play videogames with him!

Shigaraki didn't need a family, or that is what he told himself all his miserable, little life. Or was he told that? He has his sensei, Kurogiri, an army of Nomus ready to destroy everything at his command. Why would he need someone to genuinely care about him?

"That's not true and you know that" his shaky voice sputtered. "Damn, y/n, I hope you are joking right now, how can you even think about yourself like that?!" he was angry now. "You must be demented to ever say that kind of shit about yourself. You are not worthless, I'm telling you and this is coming from the LEADER of the League, not some crispy man with a questionably, weird, purple skin! My god, let's see that Dabi fucker nullify someone's quirk next time, huh?!'

He pushed the buttons on his controller so hard, his character died, the words "LEVEL FAILED" appearing red and bold on the screen. Shigaraki's breath was sharp and fast.

When he looked at you, tears were falling from your eyes. He panicked, what did he say, did he make you cry?

As his anxiety hit him, you launched forward to him, wrapping your arms around his lanky torso so strongly, like you were afraid he'll run away from your touch.

He did considered that for a brief moment, scared that he will accidentally hurt you.

He knew how dangerous his hands were, how much pain and sorrow they caused, how much lives they've taken... Still you weren't letting go.

Slowly he rested his hands on your back, still shacking from fear.

Then he melted. He completely melted into your embrace, holding you even tighter that you did, resting his head into the crook of your neck. Tomura felt the tears forming in his eyes.

Who would care for a demon, for a monster like him without expecting anything in return? Who would willingly become family for a cruel, lost man like him?

"Thank you, Tomura. Thank you" you whispered against his soft, blue locks. "Thank you for caring for me, I-" you choked on your own sobbs. "I never... never had a family to look after me like this and... and you...you just...are that familiy"

You. You would care for him. And it was also you that made him feel something else besides rage and sorrow.

Tomura was fully crying on your shoulder.

He was vulnerable to the world, to you right now, something he didn't felt for ages, a feeling erased from his memory, yet hidden somewhere far away, where the blurred image of a family still existed.

How could your quirk be useless when it gave him the chance to finally experience the physical affection he had always yearned for?

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[tommyspeakycap]

hi could you do an imagine/ one shot where it’s a snow day and ur w his family and it’s just all cute w whoever u want :)

snow days and haribo rings

jack grealish x reader

Jack was thankful for having a big car when he woke up this morning. It became apparent most people would have their close to Christmas family get together deterred or even completely cancelled by the amount of snow that had fallen over the course of the evening and continued when you woke in the morning.

The best part was seeing you light up like a child, eyes wide and bright as you all but jumped up and down. Jack had laughed, his smile stretched wide as you stood out the back catching snowflakes on your hands and throwing toys for the puppy who kept launching himself into the thick snow. Jack admired you from the kitchen window, conjoined dining room sliding glass door still wide open so he can hear your giggles bouncing through the house as he constructed one of the only meals he could. His toast and cheese was immaculate though, bloody amazing.

“The little ‘uns are dying to see you.” Jack announces in the car as he pulls down his parents street. His little cousins do just adore you and he can’t blame them one bit. Seeing you play with them, giggling when they pile on top of you for hugs and kisses always awakens something in him he hadn’t noticed before. It made him very broody, especially at this time of year. “Really?” you beam, eyes lighting up once again as you turn to look at him for the first time since getting into the car. He was well aware of your eyes stuck on the little snow shapes that flutter into the front window and the snowmen that line the streets. Pointing out bigger ones and getting excited when you see kids out. “Look!” You squeal, pointing your finger against the window. “Snow angels!”

“You’re my snow angel.” He retorted, flirting shamelessly with a huge cheesey beam. You let out a loud laugh as you screw up your face. “You’re awful,” you snort, shaking your head. Jack laughs with you, pulling the car into park in the drive so he can lean over and press his lips onto your cheek, warmed by the heaters of the large range rover.

Jack helps you jump out of the car so you don’t slip, because despite the fact his dad has claimed to have shovelled the drive, it was covered again in a thick layer of powdery snow. Your boyfriend wraps you up in him immediately, tucking you into his side so close you practically become one person. Touch has always been Jack’s love language. He almost always has to be touching you and it’s usually a subconscious act. An arm that’ll find its way around your waist or his hand that slips into yours. He’s very tactile and he just loves to have you there in his arms.

Karen is at the door ushering you into the warm house before either or you have the chance to raise a cold hand to knock it and before you have the chance to enjoy the heat, Jack’s little cousins - who call him uncle Jack just for easiness sake - have threw themselves at you both. Jack catches them a lot easier than you do with bellowing laughter so happy you can imagine the sound in a few years time when he gets home from training or game trips and it’s yours and his kids that get to barrel through the house and greet him like this. It makes your heart sing in a mixture of excitement and joy.

“Come on come on come on!” They chant, tugging your arm quickly through the house as you call your greetings along the way. Jack is left standing in by the coat rack with a stupid grin watching his little cousins drag you through the house until you reach the back door.

Jack can’t seem to keep his focus on the conversation with his mum as they sit at the dining room table next to the window that looks out to into the garden. He keeps looking out to you, exaggeratedly falling over when you get hit by snowballs thrown by the small kids, yelling out as they bound over to leap on top of you with hysterically laughing, wrapped up in warm winter coats, hats and scarfs. You’ve only got a jacket on though and Jack worries as he always does that you’re not warm enough.

“She needs an extra layer,” Jack mumbles, making his mother beam as she looks at him with a warm mug of hot chocolate between her hands. She’s so proud of the man that her boy has become. The kind who worried about his girlfriend being too cold even in the summer. Jack stands at the back door uneasily waiting for you to reach him. “You’re going to end up sick.” He states with a frown as he hurriedly moves to wrap a thick scarf around you neck. “That’s a myth, can’t get the cold from being cold.” You shiver, allowing him to offer you a sip of hot chocolate from his mug to warm you up and you accept it happily.

“Can get hypothermia though, Mrs Degree.” He retorts teasingly, his eyes created with a smile. “Not a medical degree, J. And that’s Miss degree thank you very much.” You snip as you trudge back off the snow with him following you, setting the mug down before he stepped out the door. Jack immediately notices the excitement on his little cousins faces when you both appear for the the snowball fight where you split into separate teams. The snowball fight where you end up pinned down on the snow by Jack, his face inches from yours as his lips just about brush yours. Even chapped and slightly cracked from the cold, Jack would kiss those lips happily forever. He can’t fight the smile that plays on his lips at the sight of your nose and cheeks tinted red from the cold.

“I could change that, you know.” He hums softly, eyes getting lost in yours. You simply gaze up at him puzzled with slightly furrowed brows. “The miss thing i mean,” he backtracks, his words something like a nervous stutter, “Cause you’re my missus, could make you a missus- mine. My missus. Like, with my name an’ all that.”

You giggle at his broken up stammering sentences, your lips stretching wide into a grin.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Jack?” You lull, a teasing tone hiding clearly behind your words as he shakes his head, moderately embarrassed by his poor attempt. Jack clears his throat, rolling off you to lay beside you on the thick snow cushioning your back before he squished you. “Suppose so,” he whips his head to face you, “Depends on what your answer would be?” he adds quickly with a smile yet worried eyes.

“Charming.” You jest sarcastically, shooting him an playfully incredulous look. “But i’d say yeah.” You add, staring up at the darkening sky with snow flakes still falling into your faces, getting stuck in Jack’s beard and landing in his hair.

“Mhm, that’s good.” He smiles softly, “Mrs Grealish. (y/n) Grealish.” Jack turns back to you, a soft smile on his lips and love shining in his eyes. “Sounds pretty good to me.”

You giggle in agreement, letting him tug you in closer to him to kiss a snowflake off the tip of your nose before pressing his lips onto yours next. “Yeah, it does.” You agree with one of those wistfully love struck grins as you look at the man you love with all your heart. “I’ll get you a ring, i promise.” He says sweetly, brushing his warm hands over your cold knuckles after he tugs you up to your feet out of the snow.

“I have a ring, Uncle Jack!” You hear from behind you, the two little kids standing there with a mini party bsd or haribos each. They beam up at you, the eldest holding out the red and yellow candy ring that Jack takes with a thank you and a tenacity as if it were a real, very expensive ring that you wouldn’t eat within the next ten minutes. Yet, the brown haired brummie still takes a knee in the snow, holding your hand and looking up at you. “I promise i’ll get you a proper ring, nice one too. All the best for you. Get you a nice big ring a s a nice big family an’ i’ll spoil you, spoil you all. I’ll spoil you forever. Promise. Will you marry me?”

Tears appear in your eyes involuntarily, a giggle breaking past your lips as you nod your head virtually. “Yeah, yeah of course i’ll marry you. Now up her and kiss me before you get a chill.”

Jack stands up eagerly, pressing his lips against yours as he pushes that ring onto your ring finger for you to hold out in front of you to admire. As Jack kisses you once again before he starts leading you inside holding onto your hand, you can only think about how happy you are with him. You’d be happy to marry him in a tracksuit or pyjamas, you didn’t care. You just wanted to spend the rest of your life with him and he felt the same way. Fancy rings wasn’t a big deal for you, but you knew he’d get you one anyway because he’s Jack. He has the money and he would be dammed if he didn’t spoil his girl.

“You didn’t,” Karen gawps, shaking her head with a teasing roll of her eyes. “You better get that girl a real one.” She tells Jack as he sits there on the couch later with you tucked under his arm, “you make sure he does.” She says to you before she went off to the kitchen. You turn to Jack, the fingers of your right hand laced into his as you raise the left one still with that ring on it.

“Sweet tooth?” You chime with a smile, Jack chuckles. “Always.” He responds easily. You lift your hand up to his mouth and just barely feel his teeth against your finger as he takes a bite off of that ring. You pop the rest of it in your mouth with a giggle.

“We are my ring.” You say through giggles, feeling his press his lips against the side of your head. “I’m sorry baby.” Jack responds, pulling you even closer to him under the warm fluffy blanket as you curl into his chest.

“Don’t be,” you mutter softly, “i’m happy to marry you with nothing but candy rings we’ll eat before the days out.”

“Good,” Jack says firmly, tightening his arms around you, “Because i’ll get you all the haribo rings you like, forever and always baby.”

The ghost of a smile dances over your lips as fatigue catches up with you, echoing his words adoringly. “Yeah….forever and always.”

[randomshyperson]

Left Behind - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - #01 "Muddy Waters"

Summary: The one where you lived in the apartment under the Maximoff family in Sokovia, or, your journey as a Sokovian civilian to Avenger.

A/N: i want to know what people think of this, I feel like it's sounds good in my head but not exactly good in words. Also, this is shorter than what i usually write, i'm trying the "short" chapters a while.

Warnings (under constructions): Violence, mentions of fighting, cursing, light power abuse, war environments.

Words: 2.769 K

Dictionary for this chapter: Parshivets - brat || bratan - brother || dvornyaga - mutt || plague - chuma || Prostite - sorry || Vrediteli - pests || svin'ya - pig || devochka - girl || borot'sya - fight

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Chapter One - Muddy Waters

Sokovia, 11 years ago.

You ran to catch up with one of the boys who was running away from you.

You didn't know his name, but you think he lived in the apartment below you, and since everyone always played together, and there were many children, you didn't know everyone's name. The only thing you really needed to know was who you had to pick up.

"Parshivets!" You heard your brother's voice shout through the window into the area where you were. "Come to dinner!"

"I'm kidding, bratan" You retorted as you stopped running and looked up, gesturing to your apartment window.

"Come up now, papa is telling you to!" Your brother ordered before sticking his head inside again.

Grumbling angrily, you waved goodbye to the other children.

When you reached your floor, you saw the Maximoff twins coming out of their apartment, and smiled at Pietro who noticed you from down the hall.

You hoped that your father would let you play with them later.

//-//

There was dust covering your eyes and nose.

You coughed, running your hand over your face, trying to understand what was happening around you, the sound of sirens and explosions muffled by the ringing in your ear.

"Papa?" You called out with hoarseness in your voice, still somewhat aroused. You blinked and realized that what was your room was now just a pile of rubble.

Feeling a sharp pain in your torso, you looked down, letting out a surprised exclamation at the iron wedged in your belly. You whimpered in pain, trying to move. "Papa." You called out again, completely confused and frightened.

You heard voices in the distance, and sounds on the rocks, but your eyes began to heavy again. Maybe you were going to fall asleep, and maybe sleep would take the pain away, so you closed your eyes.

//-//

"She needs medical assistance." A male voice sounded muffled in your ears. You blinked in confusion, the sky above you as something moved below. You were being carried.

"We have vacancies in district twelve." Said someone on the other side, you tried to look, but your whole body ached and you grumbled. The noise attracted the attention of the soldier carrying you on the stretcher, and he looked at you tenderly.

"Don't worry, kid." He spoke. "We found you in time. You are safe."

You felt your throat dry, and you wanted to ask for water, but you were too weak to speak.

"Papa." It was the only thing you could mumble before everything went dark again.

//-//

When you awoke again, you had a large white bandage around your waist, and the pain had subsided greatly. You were in one of the medical tents that you had seen once in the distance when you ran past the area where the soldiers were staying.

You looked around, frightened and confused, trying to understand what had happened. There was a man in a black suit walking around the stretchers, a notepad in his hands.

"Another casualty." He comments as he scribbles something on the sheet after looking at the girl lying a few beds ahead of his. You felt your stomach turn when you realized she wasn't actually asleep the second after. "It's already twenty-four."

The nurse next to him grumbled in agreement, and then she looked forward and noticed you awake, a gentle smile filling her expression as she turned away from the man to walk over to you.

You drank all the water she served you, and accepted the hug she gave you after telling you that your father and brother did not survive the attack. The man in black tried to reassure you that the orphanage in the district was the best in Sokovia, but you kept crying.

//-//

You stood still with your hands behind your back while the nurse measured your height.

"Look how well behaved you are." She comments with a smile, making you smile as well. She takes a few notes on the placard in front of you and then stoops down to your height. "Are you ready to join the other children?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, denying with your head. The nurse tilts her head to the side slightly.

"You don't have to be afraid." She says. "You're a big girl now, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." You reply.

"Then why are you scared?"

You shrug, looking down. The nurse sighs lightly, looking toward the door. You know that the children who have already been evaluated are outside the hospital, waiting for the bus from the orphanage.

"I miss my brother." You mumble softly next, causing the woman to glare at you. "He was better at playing than I was. And he always introduced me to the other children."

"You're going to have a lot of brothers now." It was the best thing the woman could think to say, and you nodded in understanding, ignoring the urge to cry. She handed you a lollipop on the way out and told you to behave. You said you would, but your fingers were crossed behind your back.

//-//

The orphanage was a dirty, dark place. The building was old and made strange noises if you stepped in certain places. And there were many children.

The war in Sokovia had left many marks on their country, and it was noticeable in places like this.

You were going to share the north dormitory with fifteen other children, and you had several rules to follow in your new home. The orphanage sisters repeated the guidelines all the way to the building as you walked down the bus corridor. You talked to no one along the way, your attention on the landscape visible through the window.

When you arrived, and were taken to your rooms to put on your uniforms and get ready for dinner and to be assigned the tasks you had started in the morning, you followed obediently, without really being present in the environment. Everything seemed a bit stuffy.

//-//

You stopped sweeping when the sound of voices caught your attention. And well, they caught the attention of all the other girls who were on the same shift as you, because they all looked away, and rushed to the windows to look out. You imitated the movement, and you could see outside a small circle of children forming in the backyard. It was a fight.

Your classmates ran outside, and you sighed, figuring that you weren't going to finish sweeping by yourself, so you'd better join them.

When you reached the small mess, you observed two boys pushing each other in the circle, exchanging insults, but not really hitting each other. The other orphans watched the scene curiously, waiting for the fight to escalate. You hoped this wouldn't happen, since the taller boy was accompanied by three others.

"You're a cheater, aren't you Maximoff?" Accused the blond boy with irritation. You blinked in surprise as you recognized the smaller boy. Your former neighbor, Pietro.

"And you're a bad loser, Sidorov." Retorted the other boy taking a step back to avoid the blond's hands.

"I'm not a loser, cheater." Sidorov thundered, lunging forward again and pushing Pietro to the ground.

You and the small crowd held your breath. The blond boy stepped forward again and hit Pietro in the nose.

Sidorov's friends laughed and Pietro grabbed the blond by the legs, knocking him to the ground. As they rolled in the dirt, the orphans began to shout "borot'sya" and you looked around. Your gaze caught Wanda Maximoff moving through the crowd and advancing toward her brother.

One of Sidorov's friends held her by the arms and she shouted at them to stop fighting. You bit your lip, feeling your heart race. You weren't friends with the twins, and you had no desire to get into a fight that wasn't yours. But they were the most familiar thing around at the moment, so your feet were moving.

You broke through the crowd and grabbed the garden hose, running toward the direction of the fight again. Sidorov was mounted on Pietro having managed to immobilize him, but before he could land the punch, you wrapped the hose around his neck and pulled him backward.

As he let out an exclamation of pain and surprise and fell backwards, trying to shake off the grip, you pulled Pietro off the ground.

"You could have killed me, girl!" gasped the boy on the ground with hatred in his eyes, their friends let go of Wanda to advance against you and Pietro, but someone shouted that the nuns were coming and you grabbed Pietro and Wanda's hand, pulling them to run away with you.

//-//

Breathing hard, you propped your hands on your knee.

"Did we lose them?" Pietro asked just as breathless as you. Wanda looked back, equally tired from the race.

"Yes." She replied as she looked around.

"Great." You grumbled standing up properly. You cleared your throat and shifted your weight between your feet, not knowing exactly what to say next. Pietro approached you, extending his hand.

"Thanks for helping me out back there." He says with a smile. You ignore his hand to raise your finger toward the bruise on his left eye, but you don't touch your face, leaving your finger in the air pointing toward the wound.

"You look like a badass now." You tease, causing the boy to laugh with flushed cheeks. "It's better than your dorky face at least."

"Hey." He retorts with false offense, still smiling. You look at Wanda next, and she is already looking at you curiously.

"You are Y/N." Wanda says. "You lived in the apartment downstairs."

Looking away, you mutter in agreement.

"We didn't know that other people survived the collapse." Pietro comments next, and you nod.

"Well, here we are." You say with irony, causing Wanda and Pietro to frown. Clearing your throat, you take a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I don't like to talk about it."

"It's okay, neither do I." Wanda commented and you gave her a short smile.

"We should get back." You say next, and the twins nod in agreement.

You walk ahead, kicking up a few rocks on the way, looking back a few times to see if they are still behind you.

They are.

//-//

Sokovia, ten years ago.

"Time to wake up little brats"

You grumbled in irritation as you heard the voice of the nursemaid, then the shrill noise of the bell. Gingerly rummaging in your covers, you got out of bed, equally as all your dorm mates.

"Today the governor will visit the orphanage and I expect you to be on your best behavior, or know that you will be punished if you embarrass Father Novikov." Warned Madame Ivanov, the housekeeper of the Sokovia Municipal Orphanage, or your home since the apartment complex where you lived was destroyed when a bomb fell on the structure during one of the civil war conflicts. "This will be my only warning to you, Vrediteli, I will take special care of those who do not behave."

Madama Ivanov looked directly at you, and you clenched your jaw, ignoring the urge to roll your eyes.

"Bath and breakfast." She ordered next. "And after chores, everyone properly dressed in the main courtyard."

Your colleagues moved first than you as soon as Madame left the room. You sighed, sitting up in bed. You hadn't slept very well the night before, dreaming of explosions again. But you didn't have time to think about it, and yawning, you got up again, heading toward the bathrooms.

//-//

You were covered from head to toe in mud. Madame Ivanov and Madame Pavlova looked at you wide-eyed, as did the rest of the room, and you swallowed hard. The room was completely silent, no one ventured to say anything. The perfectly aligned suit of the governor of Sokovia, now with a dark mud stain on his chest.

"Oh, look at this." The man spoke next, you remained static, staring at him wide-eyed. He chuckled, and you almost relaxed. Then a loud slap hit your face and you gasped in pain and surprise. "Do you have any idea how much that suit cost me, pest?" He asked between teeth, and you felt your stomach turn in anger. The man threatened to advance toward you again, and you didn't hesitate to punch him in the balls, drawing an angry exclamation from him and shocked sighs from all your colleagues.

"Don't ever touch me again, svin'ya" You retorted angrily before running away, intending to escape the punishment of the sisters who were sure to catch up with you eventually.

When you stopped running, you were many blocks from the orphanage, a spot below your ribs hurting badly. The mud dried against your skin and you grunted in disgust at the sensation.

Changing the direction of your steps, you snuck through the alleyways of the city, ignoring the looks of disapproval and curiosity people cast at the sight of a ten-year-old covered in mud in the outlying part of town.

You reached the small laundromat in the mall a few minutes later, and snuck into the northern outer entrance, trying not to be seen by the employees as you reached one of the tanks. Fortunately it was lunchtime, and the place was quite empty. You cleared your throat as you reached one of the windows, and the noise attracted the attention of the girl inside, distracted by the dirty fabrics in her hands.

"Damn it, you' scare the shit out of me!" Wanda exclaimed to you, and you laughed expectantly. She opened the window latch next, and you jumped in. "Why are you covered in mud? And why are you here?"

You shrugged, taking off your T-shirt and pants. Wanda hurried to fill a bucket of water as you walked over to one of the empty faucets, leaning over to wash your face.

Clean, you sighed.

"Sorry for showing up unannounced." You ask remembering Wanda's work rules. She would wake up earlier than you, and go to work in the laundry while you and Pietro would take any service you could get since steady jobs like Wanda's were very difficult. And since labor laws didn't apply to children, you and Pietro took Wanda's lunch whenever possible, and helped her wash clothes so she wouldn't be so tired. The rule was always to let her know because her boss couldn't find out about it.

"No problem." She retorts as she looks around for dry clothes for you. "But will you tell me what happened?"

You bite the inside of your cheeks, ducking your head.

"I was fighting." You grumbled and Wanda stopped the motion of reaching for a t-shirt in the upstairs closet, turning to you next with a worried look.

"Again, devochka?" She asked as she approached and used her hand to gently lift your chin up, searching your face for any sign of injury. Without the mud, the purple in your left eye was visible.

"Prostite, Wanda." You muttered in shame, but Wanda sighed shaking her head.

"Why were you fighting?"

You shrugged and Wanda bit her lips. "I tried to kick Nikolai but he shoved me in the mud, and punched me in the face. So I did as you taught me and ran. Only I ended up bumping into the governor."

Wanda's eyes widen at the story.

"So?"

You ducked your head again.

"He slapped me in the face." You say. "And I punched him in the balls."

Wanda blinked in surprise at the confession, and then laughed. You widened your eyes, surprised that she wasn't angry, and she shook her head with amusement, ruffling your hair.

"You've gone crazy." She commented. "The sisters are going to put you in charge of cleaning the bathrooms for the whole month."

You shrugged again, and Wanda walked away, going back to looking for a set of clothes for you.

"Where's Pietro?" She asked as she handed you a set of gray clothes that were probably laundry uniforms that got too old to wear.

"Gathering coal for Mr. Sidorov." You replied as you dressed. Wanda grumbled in understanding as she dipped your muddy clothes into the water.

"I'll bring your clothes to you when I'm done." She comments as she turns to you again, and you nod in agreement hurrying to climb in the window.

"Hey, Wanda." You call out before leaving, glancing at the girl as you lean on the window. "I'll bring you some candy. In thanks." You say with a smile, and don't wait for a reply, turning around.

//

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