#honestly these have been really fun to do

[norrisainz33]

simp || cs55

summary: carlos has a massive crush on one of hollywoods it girls, y/n and he desperately wants her to notice him

pairing: carlos sainz x famous!reader

fc & warnings: madelyn cline and suggestive. you are responsible for the content you consume

requested: yes! thank you for your patience!! i know this took forever

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ynuser: can’t even tell i’m jet lagged to all heck right now thanks to my incredible team!! thanks for having me dior

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carlossainz55: jet lag has never looked better princessa

user1: how does this man always beat me here im

user2: when u show up to a who loves y/n most competition and this mf there

user55: its getting hard to make excuses for you carlos

user1: your hair omgggg you look so good

yourbff: no you're glowing

ynuser: thank you 🤍

user4: god i’m obsessed with you

joeburrow: 😍 [liked by ynuser]

yourcostar: ok i see you gorgeous girl

ynuser: i miss you

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user2: carbonooooooooo

user4: i love that lia is here too omg

carlossainz55: ynuser shooting my shot 😌

user55: carlos go 1 minute without mentioning y/n challenge failed

user5: since my goat said to tag her ynuser hello did u see this

user55: god he’s down so bad ynuser please im begging

user43: ynuser carlos saved my cat from a burning building

user77: carlos built me a house ynuser

lando: ynuser hey

carlossainz55: my guy 😉

yourbff: lmaoooooooo ynuser you gotta put this man out of his misery

user55: EVERYONE STAY CALM CARLOS STAY CALM MY MAN DONT EMBARRASS US THIS IS HER BEST FRIEND

carlossainz55: yourbff ynsuer please

user4: god hes such a simp this is painful

user8: i love this trio sm

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yunser: fun in the sun ☀️🤍

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user1: you are the definition of beauty

carlossainz55: you should try the spanish sun. i think you’d have a lot of fun under it 😉

lando: not your best work mate

charlesleclerc: mon ami what was this line

lewishamilton: next time be less obvious

user55: not even the drivers can defend him anymore

user22: body is tea

zendaya: the prettiest lady 🤍

ynuser: daya 😭😭😭😭🤍🤍🤍🤍

user33: so you can paint now too?! what can’t you do

user44 the literal love of my life

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yourbff: Y E S! he is so fine it’s sickening

ynuser: he is really attractive……

yourbff: anyone with eyes can see that bb

ynuser: alright…… i’m gonna dm him

yourbff: YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS

yourcostar: i laughed out loud at this and then checked your posts and man is trying his hardest

ynuser: stoppppp 😭😭😭 he is committed and honestly i’m into it

zendaya: tom knows him!!! he’s a super nice guy. i say go for it

ynuser: if you and tom approve i’ll do it

zendaya: double date!!!!!

yourfriend1: DO IT FOR THE PLOT

ynuser: on it

yourfriend2: i have been begging you to get into f1 for years now

ynuser: you’re right…. my bad girl

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user2: you’re doing just about anything but filming that new season huh

user55: no way. no way you’re in spain. oh my god this better be about carlos. i’m gonna crash all the way out

yourbff: OMG YOIRE WITH HIM!!! AGAIN?!?!?!

ynuser: i am!! having the best time with him 🥹 after our first date in monaco he convinced me to go to spain with him over his break from driving and it has been like a dream

yourbff: you have to facetime me later and spill the beans

ynuser: if i get any alone time i will 🤭

yourbff: are you….. staying in the same hotel room?! OMG DID THEY DO THE THING WHERE THEY GIVE YOU A HOTEL ROOM THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE 2 BEDS BUT WAS ONLY 1?!

ynuser: AHAHHAH no i am NOT in a romance book tho it feels like it. we chose to get a hotel room with only one bed 😏

yourbff: i’m giggling, goofing , freaking out. how dare you not tell me this !!

ynuser: i promiseeee ill call tomorrow!!

yourbff: fineee enjoy your night of f*cking. you gotta tell me how he is 😉

ynuser: STOPSJDK

carlossainz55: i’m glad you love it mi amor 🥰

ynuser: might just be because i have the best tour guide ever

carlossainz55: that definitely helps i’m sure

user4: aesthetic af

charlesleclerc: thank GOD!

ynuser: it’s been a long time coming

charlesleclerc: you can say that again

user12: on god this better be about carlos sainz

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ynupdates: is that blondie in the corner who i think it is you ain’t slick

user2: you’re my love

lando: you in amorrrrrrrrr?!

carlossainz55: yes 😍 she’s just as amazing as i imagined

lando: awooga that’s the best news ever

user4: i can’t wait for you to get back on track

alex_albon: are you having fun????

carlossainz55: so much fun…. some would say the most fun especially because she agreed to be my girlfriend 😉

alex_albon: thank GOD. george owes me £400

carlossainz55: que?

alex_albon: we took bets on if she’d fall for you or not. i said she would 😌

carlossainz55: i’m going to have to give george a call it seems. who else bet on this????

alex_albon: the whole group chat 😅

carlossainz55: give me a list of everyone who bet against me

carlossainz55: DONT LEAVE ME ON READ

carlossainz55: ALEXANDER ALBON

user55: you’re in barcelona. y/n is in barcelona…. she’s blonde… there’s a blonde in this photo that looks a lot like her….. did you do the unthinkable and get y/n to notice you?

user13: when you getting back in the car king

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user3: oh my god he’s done it

user55: THATS MY GOAT!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU

lando: i can’t believe my eyes

carlossainz55: me neither

williamsracing: so this is why you were in the best mood i’ve ever seen and asked for a paddock pass for every race for the foreseeable future

carlossainz55: 😌🤍

alex_albon: incredible work mate

user23: wondering what insane level of simp he’s gonna reach now that he’s bagged the baddie

charlesleclerc: you are welcome!

ynupdates: claiming credit i see charles

charlesleclerc: well i helped

ynuser: my friends did send me your tweets so really you both did this

carlossainz55: and i thank you both charlesleclerc ynupdates

user34: i just stood up and applauded

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a/n: thanks for reading!!! likes and reblogs appreciated. been very busy recently, hopefully will have some more time to writing soon!!

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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[screaminglygay]

Welcome back

pairing: past!natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x reader

summary: you're back at the avengers compound - finally building a life of peace with wanda. but the past doesn't rest easily. natasha's bitterness rises the moment she sees you, and the tension finally boils over in a brutal confrontation. as old wounds reopen, wanda begins to spiral in her own doubts, just as you’re both finding happiness together.

warnings: angst!, emotional conflict, swearing, harsh words, jealousy, overthinking, unresolved tension, natasha being bitter, light smut, teasing, Pietro walking in on you, minor miscommunication, hurt feelings

word count: 11.8k

an: this was such a fun request to write, honestly had the best time diving into all the angst and messy emotions in this part:D thank you so much for all the love and support for this mini-series!<3

part one I part two I part three

You sat on your couch, your phone in your hand, staring at Fury’s contact like it might explode. It had been a while since you’d spoken to him like this… actually wanting something instead of turning him down.

But damn it, Wanda had gotten into your head. With a deep breath, you pressed the call button. Fury picked up on the second ring.

"Well, this is a surprise," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "To what do I owe the honor?"

You leaned back, exhaling, "I want to come back. But only as a trainer. Just the agents. No more, no less. And I want a normal schedule."

Silence.

Then, in that signature deadpan tone, Fury said, "Wouldn’t you like a Porsche with that too?"

You rolled your eyes, "I’m serious."

"So am I." Another pause. "See you at the usual time on Monday. And say thanks to Maximoff for me."

Your brows furrowed, "why?"

"For making up your mind." That made you sit up straight. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice before he hung up. You stared at your phone, everything clicking into place.

That sneaky little-

A knock at your door made you snap your head up. Right on time. When you swung the door open, Wanda stood there, looking as soft and lovely as ever, but you wasted no time.

"I know what you did," you said, crossing your arms. "Nice work."

She blinked, "what?"

"Sneaky little thing," you squinted at her.

Her lips curled into an amused smile, tilting her head. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

You stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe. "You’ve been playing the long game, haven’t you? Slowly getting in my head, dropping hints, making sure I’d call Fury on my own."

Wanda batted her lashes, "that’s absurd. I would never manipulate you like that."

You scoffed, "uh-huh. Right."

She grinned, stepping inside and letting her fingers trace up your arms. "I prefer the term… persuasive."

You shivered slightly at her touch, but you kept your composure. "Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?"

"Mm-hmm." She leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. "And are you mad about it?"

You sighed, feigning exasperation. "No, because it worked. I called Fury."

Wanda’s eyes lit up, and a proud smile spread across her face, "I knew you would."

You let out a soft laugh against her lips, "of course."

…

The morning felt heavier than it should have. You were sitting at the small dining table, mindlessly swirling your spoon in your cereal, staring at nothing in particular. Wanda, sitting across from you, noticed immediately.

"Alright," she said, setting down her coffee. "What’s up?"

You blinked out of your daze, "what?"

"You’re thinking way too loud." She tilted her head, amused. "First-day jitters?"

You exhaled, rubbing the back of your neck. "Now that I really think about it… isn’t it weird to just… go back?"

Wanda arched a brow. "Are you asking because of work? Or because of Natasha?"

Your lips parted, then closed again. "No… work of course not-" You hesitated. "Or… maybe both. I don’t know." You sighed, setting your spoon down. "It’s just… she’s there. It’s her place. And I’m just gonna waltz in like nothing happened?"

Wanda reached across the table, her fingers brushing against yours. "I get it," she said softly. "But she’s not the only one there, and besides… Natasha mostly does Avengers missions now. She trains sometimes, sure, but Steve and Maria handle most of it. She’s barely in the training areas anymore."

That made you pause, "oh, okay."

Some of the weight in your chest lightened, but not all of it. Because now that your brain had gone down that road, something else came to mind.

Maria Hill. She was still there too.

You hadn’t really thought about her in a while, but the realization hit you now. Unlike with Natasha, there wasn’t anger, just… weird emotions. Undefined, but definitely there.

Wanda watched your face carefully, reading you like a book. "You just thought of someone else, didn’t you?"

You sighed, "Maria."

Wanda nodded, like she expected that. "You don’t have to interact with her if you don’t want to." And once again, she didn´t asked much, she just understood.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. "I know. It’s just… strange. Like stepping back into a past life I wasn’t sure I’d ever return to."

Wanda squeezed your hand. "It’s not a past life. It’s just another part of your story. And you’re walking in on your terms now."

You looked at her, taking in the warmth in her gaze. The unwavering belief in you.

It helped.

You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. "Yeah. My terms."

Wanda grinned, "exactly." Then she smirked, nudging your foot under the table. "And if you ever get too in your head about it… just remember that you’re probably going to out-train half of them."

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head, "oh, yeah."

...

As you walked alongside Wanda toward the training center, your steps felt steady, but there was still that lingering unease. You glanced over at Wanda, who kept her pace casual, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if she were used to this space in a way that made you both feel comfortable and out of place all at once.

"So," Wanda broke the silence, her voice light but teasing, "what´s the first move?"

You hummed, "I´ll probably just test the waters, make sure where everyone stands, you know?"

Wanda smiled softly, nudging your shoulder with hers. "You’ll do fine. You’ve trained worse, right?"

You smirked, remembering the sheer chaos of trying to teach people who were barely able to say please and thank you. "Definitely. But this feels different. It’s been a while."

She smiled at you, but it softened into something more understanding. "Just remember why you’re here."

You nodded as you reached the entrance to the training area. The doors slid open, and you stopped just inside, feeling the buzz of energy from the group of agents waiting for you. They were ready, dressed in full tactical gear, standing in neat lines, some eyes bright with anticipation, others with a little more uncertainty.

"Alright," Wanda said, giving you a quick hug. "I’ll leave you to it. Do your thing. You’ve got this."

"Thanks, Wan," you said, returning her hug before stepping into the training space fully. She gave you a quick wave before walking away to attend to her own duties, leaving you standing in front of twenty very eager agents.

But now you realized… that you actually don´t know why are you here. But fake it till you make it, right? Once again, starting with a good tactic.

"Alright, listen up!" you called, your voice carrying easily across the room. "For those of you who don’t know me, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m your main trainer from now on. I’ll be pushing you all to your limits, and I expect the same in return. There will be no slacking off, no cutting corners. I’ve seen it all, and I’ll make sure you all earn every skill you walk out of here with."

You paused for a moment, watching their faces. There was a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You could see it, feel it… the anticipation was almost palpable.

"Now, today isn’t about perfection. It’s about seeing where you all stand." You motioned to the space around you. "We’re going to start with some basic drills to test your skill level and determine what you can do and what needs improvement. This isn’t a competition, it’s a learning experience. I need you all to give it your best, and I’ll be here to guide you."

Without further explanation, you had them start with a basic hand-to-hand combat drill, followed by agility and endurance exercises. As you moved from agent to agent, it quickly became clear that while there were a few standouts, most of them were still rough around the edges. Some couldn’t hold their stance correctly, others lacked the proper timing, and a couple couldn’t land a clean hit to save their lives.

You found yourself mentally noting where each one needed work, but the surprise was in how eager they all were. They were soaking in every bit of feedback, pushing themselves as hard as they could. It was refreshing.

As the last round of drills ended, you were about to offer some closing advice when you heard the familiar footsteps approaching. "Looks like you haven’t lost your touch," a voice drawled from behind you.

You turned around, your eyes narrowing in recognition. "Fury," you said, crossing your arms. "I should have known."

"You’re doing great," Fury said, his tone casual, though there was a hint of pride underneath. "I knew you’d pull this off."

You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on your hips. "You’ve been watching me again, haven’t you?"

Fury didn’t miss a beat. "Needed to make sure you’d do your job right." He paused, glancing at the group of agents still catching their breath. "And it seems like you’ve done exactly that."

You snorted, shaking your head, "some things never change."

Fury chuckled, his lips pulling into a tight smile. "Hm. Just making sure the job gets done. You’ll always be the best at what you do."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Well, it’s nice to know you still have faith in me."

"Faith?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "I don’t need faith. I just need results." He gave you a meaningful glance. "And you always deliver. Just no more relationship issues, okay?"

You nodded, "yes sir," feeling that familiar mix of nerves and determination build in your chest. It wasn’t just about training these agents - it was about proving to yourself.

After you cleaned up, making sure the mats were properly set, the equipment put away, and everything was in order for the next session. It felt strangely familiar, like a routine you hadn’t even realized you missed. By the time you left the training center, the halls were quieter, the rush of the day settling into something calmer.

You took a quick shower in the locker rooms, letting the warm water ease the tension in your muscles. It wasn’t until you were making your way toward the main hall that you ran into Natasha. She looked just as surprised to see you as you were to run into her. She stopped mid-step, her green eyes scanning you, like she was trying to make sure you were really standing there.

"So," she finally said, crossing her arms, her voice casual, but you could hear the underlying curiosity. "You’re the new trainer, huh?"

You hesitated just slightly before nodding, "yeah…"

Natasha tilted her head, glancing over you like she was taking in the fact that you were really back. "What did you put them through today?"

"Basic drills, endurance, hand-to-hand. Just getting a feel for what they can do."

She nodded, "and?"

"They’ve got potential," you admitted. "But they’re nowhere near ready for fieldwork."

"Sounds about right," Natasha smirked at that.

There was a moment of silence between you, comfortable, but with something beneath it. Something unspoken. You shifted slightly, feeling the weight of it settle in.

"Listen, Nat," you said, glancing at her, "if this is weird for you… I can, you know-"

Natasha cut you off before you could finish. "Don’t worry about me." Her voice was steady, maybe too steady. "You said it yourself, it’s been some time, so…" she shrugged, like it was no big deal. But the way she averted her gaze for just a second, the way her fingers twitched slightly against her arm… it was a lie.

You pressed your lips together, not sure what to say to that. There was a weird awkwardness between you now, lingering in the air. It was strange - once, things between you and Natasha had been easy, natural. Now, it felt like walking on unsteady ground, both of you pretending you weren’t paying attention to the cracks beneath your feet.

You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. "I uh- I should go. You know, back to the good old paperwork," you joked, forcing a small grin.

Natasha gave you a tight-lipped smile in return. "Have fun with that."

You nodded, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before turning and walking away. Even as you left, you could feel Natasha’s gaze lingering on you, the weight of something left unsaid pressing against your back.

Wanda found you not long after your awkward run-in with Natasha, leaning against the wall outside the training center, looking at your phone like you were trying to distract yourself. She didn’t say anything at first, just reached out, took your wrist, and started pulling you along with her. "Come on," she said, a knowing little smile on her lips. "You’re having lunch with me today."

You let out a soft chuckle but didn’t resist, letting Wanda lead you through the hallways of the compound. "Where are we going?" you asked.

"The Avengers’ living room," Wanda said simply, glancing at you with a smirk. "I’m making lunch, and you’re helping."

"Oh, am I?" You raised a brow.

"Yes," she said it like it was a fact of the universe.

By the time you reached the living space, the scent of spices and something warm was already filling the air. It was cozy in here, unlike the rest of the sleek, professional compound.

Wanda pulled you toward the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves before looking at you expectantly. "So," she started as she grabbed some ingredients from the counter, "how was your first day?"

You exhaled, leaning against the counter. "It was… good. Really good, actually." You couldn’t hide the way your face lit up. "The agents are eager to learn, which is nice. And even though I was just testing everything, I already have so many ideas on how to make the training better."

Wanda watched you with a small, fond smile as you rambled, hands animated as you explained how you set up drills and how the rookies needed to work on their stance. She could see it, you were shining, excitement radiating off you in a way that made her chest warm.

"I haven’t seen you this happy about something in a while," she murmured, reaching for the cutting board.

You paused for a second, processing her words. Then you gave a small nod. "Yeah… I think I really like it here, I mean it´s a first day, but I have really good feeling."

Wanda’s smile grew as she turned to you, placing a knife in your hand. "Good. Now help me chop these, since you’re so full of energy."

You laughed, shaking your head but complying. The two of you worked side by side, moving around the kitchen with ease. Wanda gave you instructions, but half the time, she was just teasing you, nudging you with her hip when you reached for the same thing, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear when it got in your face.

At one point, you handed her a spoon to stir the pot, and she hummed in satisfaction. "You know," she said, stirring slowly, "I think I should be given more credit."

You raised a brow, "for what?"

"For being very persuasive," she smirked. "I get what I want, after all."

You narrowed your eyes at her playfully. "Are you talking about getting me to come back here?"

She hummed, tilting her head, "maybe."

You let out a laugh, "well, you sneaky little thing, you have all the credit."

Wanda just grinned, leaning a little closer, her voice dropping into something softer, "hmm, I´ll take all the credit later, don´t worry."

You swallowed, heart skipping a little at the way she was looking at you. Lord help you. "Just focus on cooking, Maximoff," you muttered, nudging her away with your hip.

"I can multitask," she kissed your cheek quickly.

You smirked, setting the knife down and turning to Wanda with an amused look. "Oh, can you, hm?" you murmured, leaning in just a little, close enough that your breath ghosted against her skin.

Wanda blinked, her teasing smirk faltering for just a second before she composed herself. "Mhm," she hummed, tilting her chin slightly, feigning confidence. "I always do."

You let your fingers brush against her wrist as you leaned in a fraction closer, "is that so?"

Wanda swallowed, her eyes flickering to your lips before she smirked. And just when you thought you had the upper hand, she moved, her hands settling on your waist as she turned the tables. "You think you can win this game?" she murmured, voice low.

Your breath hitched, your plan backfiring spectacularly. "I-"

"You're cute when you try," Wanda whispered before pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your neck.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the warmth of her lips linger. "Wanda-"

"Hm?" She hummed innocently, her lips brushing against your skin again, sending a shiver down your spine.

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head, "I don't need to read your mind to know what you want, Wan."

Wanda smirked against your neck. "Then what am I thinking right now? What do I need?" she murmured, pressing another teasing kiss just below your jaw.

Your fingers tightened around the counter as you tried to gather your thoughts. "You're thinking… that if you keep this up, I'm going to burn our lunch."

Wanda pulled back just enough to look at you, her grin mischievous. "Oh, that would be tragic."

"Yeah, tragic," you deadpanned, though your pulse was still racing.

She chuckled before finally stepping back, giving you just enough space to breathe again. But the knowing look in her eyes told you she was more than pleased with herself. "Alright, alright," she said, grabbing the spoon again. "Let’s focus. Lunch first. I wouldn’t want to distract you too much."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, grabbing a towel and snapping it lightly at her hip. "Too late for that."

Wanda just giggled, completely unbothered, as she continued stirring the pot. "Maybe you should work on your focus, then," she teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. Flirty Wanda was dangerous, but you had to admit, you didn’t mind one bit. It´s the actual opposite.

As you finished plating the food, Wanda grinned, running a finger along the edge of the counter before turning to you with a smirk. "You listened so well," she murmured, her voice dropping into something softer, something very dangerous. She took a step closer, her hands pressing against the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. "Now look what we made. I´m so proud of us, malysh."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at her. She was too close. Her lips, her eyes, the teasing glint in them, god it was all too much. "Wanda-"

But before you could say anything else, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. You melted instantly, your hands gripping the counter behind you as her lips moved against yours, soft and warm, making your heart hammer against your ribs.

Her fingers brushed against your waist, and you could feel her smirk against your lips as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against yours just enough to make your head spin-

"Ah, well, I was going to ask what’s for lunch, but I see you’re already having (Y/N)."

You practically jumped out of your skin, tearing away from Wanda with wide eyes.

"Pietro!" Wanda groaned, her forehead dropping against your shoulder as she shook with laughter.

You, on the other hand, felt your entire body heat up. "I- we were just-" You cleared your throat, your brain scrambling for something - anything - to say. "We have, um… a gou-lash?"

Pietro arched an eyebrow, looking vaguely unimpressed. "A gou-lash?" he repeated, clearly biting back laughter at the way you pronounced it.

Wanda, to her credit, just nodded, her lips twitching as she leaned against the counter with a smug smirk. "Yes. A delicious goulash."

You shot her a glare, but it was weak at best.

Pietro hummed, pretending to consider it. "Ah, great," he said before grabbing some plates and heading to the table. "Steve and Bucky are coming in a minute. Clint and Bruce, too. The rest are busy with work."

You exhaled, trying to regain your composure as you picked up a dish. Wanda, however, was still grinning like she won something.

"Don’t," you whispered as you passed by her.

"Don’t what?" she asked, voice all faux innocence.

You narrowed your eyes. "Just… don’t."

She only laughed, stealing a quick peck on your cheek before sauntering off to help Pietro with the table.

Lord have mercy.

Lunch was lively, the sound of utensils clinking against plates mingling with casual conversation. Your goulash was a success, despite Pietro’s teasing.

As you took another bite, Steve turned to you with an easy smile. "You know, I was thinking, I’d love to work with you on training the agents. I handle a lot of the physical assessments, but having someone like you around? It would make a real difference."

Your eyes widened slightly in excitement, setting your fork down. "That would be amazing! I already have so many ideas… drills, scenarios, real-world application stuff. Honestly, I’d love to collaborate with you on it."

Steve nodded approvingly. "That’s exactly what we need, someone who knows how the field works, not just textbook tactics."

Bucky, who had been quietly eating next to him, suddenly chimed in. "You should also focus on instinct training. A lot of rookies freeze up in real combat. They overthink instead of reacting."

You turned to him, eyes lighting up, "oh wow, yeah, that’s amazing, James-"

The entire table burst into laughter, and you blinked, confused for a moment before Bucky sighed, shaking his head, "Bucky is fine."

A smirk pulled at your lips. "Well, Bucky," you corrected with emphasis, "I think it would be nice to have a Sergeant show the recruits some moves. I mean, who better to train them than someone with actual battlefield experience?"

Steve chuckled, "I second that."

Bucky huffed, but you caught the amused glint in his eye. "Fine, but don’t expect me to give motivational speeches like Rogers."

"Damn, I was looking forward to those." You grinned, taking another bite of your food.

Across the table, Wanda was watching you, her expression soft and proud. She could see how seamlessly you were fitting in, how the team was warming up to you, and it made her happy, really happy.

She reached under the table, giving your knee a small squeeze. When you glanced at her, she simply smiled, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

You weren’t just back, you were glowing.

You hummed softly to yourself as you gathered the empty plates, stacking them with ease before moving toward the sink. The others had already started to clear out, leaving you to tidy up without much thought. And even though Tony has like dishwasher 3000, that even sings you a song, you like to just wash it in your hands, since it´s few plates.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve and Wanda lingered at the table, their voices hushed. Steve glanced at you briefly before turning back to Wanda. "Good call," he said simply.

Wanda tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Steve gave her a knowing look, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Bringing her back. I like seeing agent work like this."

Wanda looked down for a moment, fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. Then, softly, she admitted, "It’s nice, you know? To see her be happy… truly happy."

Steve nodded, but his expression held something, that Wanda couldn’t quite place until he spoke again. "I don’t think you really believe that," he said.

She frowned slightly, "what do you mean?"

"She’s not happy because she’s back at work," Steve said, keeping his voice low but firm. "She’s happy because of you, Wanda. It’s not that hard to see."

Wanda blinked, lips parting slightly, as if to refute it, but the words never came.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re the main reason she’s happy. I might not know her as well as you do, but even I can tell. And it´s funny that someone with the ability to read someone´s mind, can´t see that."

Wanda let out a small breath, her gaze drifting to you as you washed the dishes, completely unaware of their conversation. There was a softness in her eyes, the kind that only came when looking at something precious.

Steve gave Wanda one last knowing smile before pushing his chair back. "Well, I’ll leave you to it," he said, standing up. "Have a good rest of your day, Wanda."

Wanda nodded, still lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. "You too, Steve."

"See you later. Can’t wait for the training!" Steve turned to you as he made his way toward the door.

You looked up from the sink, smiling, "me too, Steve!"

As Steve disappeared down the hall, Wanda finally made her way over to you, her expression practically glowing with warmth. You raised an eyebrow at the soft, dreamy look on her face.

"Are you this satisfied with lunch?" you teased, drying your hands on a towel.

Wanda let out a small laugh, tilting her head, "yeah, very," she said, voice dripping with sweetness, the kind that made your stomach flutter.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "so you’re looking at me like that because of lunch?"

Wanda just smirked, reaching out to take your hand in hers, "mhm."

Something told you that wasn’t the full truth, but you weren’t complaining if it meant that she will look at you like that. Wanda’s fingers traced lazy circles on the back of your hand as the two of you lingered in the kitchen, neither in a rush to move. Simple moment, just standing close, the warmth of each other filling the small space, but it felt perfect.

You watched her, the way her lips curled into that soft, knowing smile, the way her eyes held nothing but affection. The words were out before you even had the chance to overthink them, "I love you."

Wanda blinked, her breath hitching slightly as her eyes widened in surprise. But the shock melted almost instantly into something even warmer, even softer. She squeezed your hand, "I love you too."

The smile that took over your face was unstoppable, and before you could say anything else, Wanda leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or teasing, just right, like she wanted you to feel the weight of her words.

But of course, the moment couldn’t last forever.

The door creaked open, and a familiar voice broke through the quiet. "Oh- sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here."

You and Wanda pulled apart just in time to see Natasha standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

For a second, silence settled over the room, and the air felt a little heavier than before. Not tense, not necessarily uncomfortable, just… awkward.

Wanda shook her head, "It´s all okay."

You cleared your throat, shifting slightly, "It´s all good."

Natasha nodded once, stepping in just far enough to lean against the counter. "alright." A pause, "you two made lunch?"

"Yeah," Wanda answered smoothly, her usual ease returning in an instant. "There’s still some left if you’re hungry."

Natasha glanced at the covered dishes before shaking her head. "Nah, I’ll grab something later." Her eyes flicked toward you for just a second before she pushed off the counter. "I should- yeah. I’ll see you both around."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind nothing but a faint trace of something unspoken. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wanda gave your hand another squeeze, grounding you.

"She’s even more awkward now," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

Wanda chuckled softly beside you, reaching out to trace her fingers lightly over your wrist, "that does make sense."

You glanced at her, raising an eyebrow, "how so?"

"She’s figuring things out, just like you are," Wanda said simply, tilting her head slightly.

You exhaled, letting her words sink in. It was true, Natasha wasn’t the type to just say what was on her mind, not when it came to things like this. And honestly? Maybe neither were you.

Wanda nudged you playfully, "just don’t overthink it." You scoffed, shaking your head. "You both overthink things," she added with a teasing smirk, and you couldn’t even argue with that.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, nudging her back lightly. "I’ll try."

Wanda grinned, "good."

…

The next few weeks passed in a blur of training sessions, late-night talks with Wanda, and getting closer to the rest of the team. It was everything you hadn’t realized you needed - purpose, excitement, and the feeling of belonging.

Training the recruits was honestly fun. Working with Steve was even better than you’d expected, his experience blending well with your own teaching style. Bucky got involved too, his dry humor keeping the sessions light even when he was drilling technique into the agents. The rookies liked you a lot, and Fury? Though he’d never say it outright to others, but he was clearly proud of work.

And then there was Wanda.

She made everything even better. Whether it was sneaking kisses between sessions, teasing you mercilessly when you got competitive during sparring, or just the quiet nights spent in her room at the compound, curled up together after long days. You still mostly stayed at your apartment, but Wanda had a way of making both places feel like home.

Everything felt right.

Except for one thing.

Natasha.

As time went on, she seemed to be pulling away. It wasn’t anything obvious, she was still polite, still professional, still Natasha, but there was distance where there hadn’t been before. Conversations were shorter. Eye contact was rare. She never lingered after team meals or meetings when you were around.

You tried not to think too much about it. Like Wanda had said… you weren’t going to overthink it. So you tried as much as you could. That was until one time… you had asked Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha to join in, giving the recruits a taste of what it was like to fight against someone better, someone with experience, someone who could expose their weaknesses in seconds.

You had started with Bucky and Natasha, analyzing their tactics, breaking down their footwork and strategies for the agents to learn from. It was controlled, efficient, a perfect example of two highly skilled fighters who knew each other well.

Then it was Steve and Wanda. Watching her use her powers seamlessly in hand-to-hand combat was mesmerizing, and Steve handled it with practiced ease, adapting to her movements, showing the recruits how to counter abilities even when they were at a disadvantage.

And then… Wanda and Natasha.

At first, it was just another sparring match. Quick, sharp movements, testing each other’s defenses, both of them perfectly in control.

Until it wasn’t.

The intensity shifted.

Natasha’s strikes became sharper, her dodges tighter, her attacks more relentless. She wasn’t holding back anymore. Wanda adjusted, countering as best as she could, but Natasha was pressing her, forcing her to react rather than control the fight.

The recruits were quiet, watching with wide eyes.

You felt it before you fully registered it… something was off. Before you could intervene, Steve did. "All right, I think that’s enough," he said, stepping between them before it could escalate further. He kept his tone light, but there was an edge of authority in it. "Good demonstration. That’ll give the recruits something to think about."

You were already moving toward Wanda. "You okay?” you asked softly, searching her face for any signs of real harm.

She blinked, still processing, before nodding, "yeah, I’m fine. Just… didn´t expect that." She laughed it off.

Meanwhile, Natasha grabbed her things and left without another word. Steve hesitated only for a second before going after her. You turned back to Wanda, but Bucky was already there, offering her a water bottle. He gave you a nod, like he had things under control, so you let out a quiet breath and stepped back. You couldn’t focus on anything else. You needed to know what the hell that had been about.

So with soft kiss to Wanda’s forehead before stepping away. "I’ll be right back,” you murmured, squeezing her hand before turning on your heel and walking out of the training center.

No, rushing out.

Your heart was pounding, frustration buzzing beneath your skin as you searched for Natasha. It didn’t take long. You found her in one of the hallways, mid-argument with Steve. His arms were crossed, jaw set tight as Natasha spoke in sharp, clipped words, "I don’t care" she snapped. "It’s not my problem."

Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly trying to keep his patience. "You don’t have to make it one, but you could at least-"

The moment you stepped into view, Steve’s eyes flickered to yours. He sighed, shaking his head, before turning to Natasha, "figure it out," he muttered, then walked away, leaving the two of you alone.

Silence. Then, you broke it. "What the hell is your problem?!"

Natasha barely looked at you, "I don’t have one."

"Bullshit!"

She exhaled, long and slow, like she was forcing herself to stay calm, "just drop it."

"No. No, I won’t drop it, Natasha, because I am so sick of this" your voice wavered with anger, with something deeper, something raw.

"For weeks, you’ve been shutting me out, getting more and more distant, and I let it go. I listened when Wanda told me not to overthink it. But this? That wasn’t just a sparring match back there, and you know it."

Natasha scoffed, finally looking at you, but her expression was unreadable. Cold. "Why do you even care?"

You felt your stomach drop.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you refused to back down, "are you serious?"

She didn’t answer.

Your chest tightened. "I don’t know what your problem is, Natasha, but I’m done with this. If you have something to say, say it. Be an adult for god’s sake and just-"

"You moved on fast, didn’t you?"

Your words died in your throat. Natasha’s voice was sharp, cutting straight through you, but her expression stayed blank. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, "you’re kidding me."

She didn’t flinch.

"That’s what this is about?" you scoffed, shaking your head. "You think- what? That I wasn’t allowed to move on? That I was supposed to just sit around and wait for you, for you to finally stop playing around and realize that I care about you and not your status, not your past or where you came from- but you!"

Natasha’s jaw tightened, her silence speaking volumes.

"I waited for you, Natasha,” you seethed. "I waited until I realized that you cared more about people who flirted with you over your own girlfriend!"

Her green eyes flickered, but the mask stayed up, "looks like you’re fine now."

You let out a humorless chuckle, voice shaking, "you know what? Screw you. I am happy, Natasha. Truly happy. So why don’t you stick your head out of your ass and actually see that?"

Natasha’s eyes darkened, "for how long?"

You narrowed your eyes, "what?"

"How long until she picks someone else?" Natasha’s voice was calm, but her words dripped with venom, "because she will."

Your breath hitched.

"Don’t-" you warned, your fists clenching at your sides.

"She will," Natasha continued, stepping closer. "She’ll realize there’s someone better out there, someone less complicated, someone who doesn’t-"

"Don’t bring your insecurities into someone else," you snapped, cutting her off.

Natasha’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile, "it’s the truth."

You shook your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes, "you don’t mean that."

Her gaze didn’t waver. "She’ll get sick of you."

You sucked in a breath.

"You’re so needy," Natasha continued, her voice colder than you’d ever heard it. "You need so much, and one day, she’s going to need a break from you."

The words slammed into your chest like a hammer, knocking the air out of you.

Your pulse roared in your ears as you stared at her, your throat burning. "Well, at least I care," you shot back. "At least I’m not some cold, empty killer who doesn’t give a shit about anyone."

Silence.

It was deafening.

You could hear both of your breaths, shaky and uneven. And then, for the first time in a long time, Natasha’s mask cracked. Her eyes glistened, and before she could stop it, a single tear slipped down her cheek. You parted your lips, but no words came out.

She turned away.

And then she was gone, disappearing down the hallway, leaving you standing there, breathless, heart pounding and crying. You wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt, taking a deep breath before stepping into the gym. Your body ached from the tension still coursing through you, but you tried to shake it off as you walked inside. Wanda was there, quietly cleaning up the mats from training. She hadn’t noticed you yet, too lost in her own thoughts, until she did.

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing slightly as she took you in. You knew she could hear it… your thoughts, loud and messy, tangled with guilt and frustration. "(Y/N)?" she asked softly, setting down the cloth she was holding.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "It’s nothing, I-"

"Don’t do that," Wanda interrupted, stepping closer, "I can feel it. What happened?"

Your chest tightened. You ran a hand down your face before you finally let out a heavy breath. "I found Natasha," you admitted. "We-" You hesitated, pressing your lips together before forcing the words out. "We fought. Badly."

Wanda’s eyes softened with concern, "what did she say?"

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head, "doesn’t matter."

Wanda crossed her arms, "I think it does." The last thing you truly needed was to have a fight with Wanda too.

You looked away, exhaling sharply. "I… I said she was a killer, Wanda." Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "The one thing she’s most vulnerable about, the one thing she probably hates herself for, and I-" Your breath caught in your throat. "I used it on her."

Wanda reached for your hand, squeezing it, "(Y/N)…"

"I weaponized it," you continued, your voice cracking. "That’s not who I am, Wanda. That’s not the kind of person I ever wanted to be."

"And I assume she also said something wrong?" You nodded, so Wanda squeezed your hand again, grounding you. "You both said wrong things."

"But I know better," you insisted, your voice raw. "I knew that would hurt her the most, and I still-" You exhaled shakily, dragging a hand through your hair. "God, this was a stupid idea. It was so stupid to come back here."

Wanda hesitated before speaking. "Well… it was my idea."

You let out another dry laugh, shaking your head, "yeah, but I agreed."

She sighed, watching you carefully, "do you regret it?"

"What?" you blinked at her, caught off guard.

"Being here," Wanda clarified. "Training again. Being with all of us."

You bit your lip, looking down. "No," you admitted after a moment, "not for a second."

Wanda nodded, giving your hand another squeeze. "Then that’s what matters."

You stayed close to Wanda for the rest of the evening, seeking comfort in her presence, unaware that something had shifted within her. She stayed by your side, held your hand when you needed grounding, whispered soft reassurances, but inside, she was battling her own thoughts.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand. She did. Natasha had been close for the two of you, and this fight, as messy as it was, had clearly hurt you. Wanda wanted to be the person you leaned on, the one who supported you through it. And she was.

But it gnawed at her.

The way you were so torn about Natasha. The way you spoke about hurting her, as if it wounded you just as much. The way your eyes had glistened with regret. Wanda tried to shake it off, tried to tell herself it was just because you were a good person. You cared deeply, and that was why she loved you.

But still. It hurt.

She could feel it creeping in, no matter how much she hated it. That little whisper of doubt. Would you ever be that upset about hurting her? Would you ever fight for her the way you fought for Natasha? Are you truly over Natasha?

She hated that her mind went there.

That night, she didn’t bring it up to you. She kissed you softly, held you a little tighter, but her mind was restless.

So, the next morning, she went to find Pietro. She found him in the common room, lazily flipping through TV channels. As soon as she walked in, he gave her a knowing look. "You’ve got that face," he remarked, smirking. "The ‘I’m overthinking everything’ face."

Wanda sighed, flopping onto the couch beside him, "I don’t want to talk about it."

"Cool," Pietro said, then turned back to the TV. "So… how’s the whole ‘my girlfriend cares so much about her ex-who-she-fought-with-and-it’s-really-bothering-me-but-I-don’t-want-to-admit-it’ thing going?"

Wanda groaned, shoving him, "shut up."

Pietro laughed but then glanced at her again. His smirk faded slightly, "wait. You’re actually upset."

She sighed, rubbing her temples, "I don’t want to be, I know she cares about Natasha. I know she’s just upset because she doesn’t like fighting with people she cares about."

"But?" Pietro prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Wanda exhaled sharply. "But it hurts, Pietro. I love her. And I know she loves me, but-" Her voice faltered. "I can’t help but wonder if she´s… still in love with her."

Pietro frowned. He turned off the TV, setting the remote aside as he fully faced her. "Wanda…" He hesitated. "That’s… kind of a sucky feeling."

She let out a dry chuckle, "tell me about it."

He shifted, thinking for a moment. Then, he shrugged, "that’s why I stay single."

She rolled her eyes, "so helpful."

Pietro gave her a half-smile, but when he saw the real distress in her eyes, his expression softened. "I’m serious, though. I don’t know how to help with this. You and (Y/N) love each other. That’s obvious. But I think… I think you’re scared."

Wanda blinked, "of what?"

Pietro tilted his head, "of getting hurt."

Wanda pressed her lips together. Pietro continued, "You always act like you’re fine, like you don’t get jealous or upset, but you do. And that’s okay. But, Wands," he sighed, "if you don’t talk to (Y/N) about it, you’re just gonna keep overthinking until you explode. And I really don’t want to deal with that. Let someone else read you too, you know?"

She let out another sigh, sinking deeper into the couch, "I don’t want to make it a big deal."

"But it is a big deal to you," Pietro pointed out. "So talk to her before it turns into something worse."

Wanda didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. She hated feeling like this. But Pietro was right. And sooner or later, she’d have to say something. But Wanda isn´t the biggest talker, when it comes to her own feelings, so it´s gonna be later than sooner.

At first, you didn´t notice it. Wanda was still smiling at you, still curled into your side when you spend the night at the compound, still slipped her fingers through yours absentmindedly when you passed each other in the hall. But there was something… different.

She kissed you good morning, but it was shorter than usual. She held your hand, but her grip wasn´t as firm. When you teased her, she laughed, but it didn´t quite reach her eyes. It was subtle, but you know Wanda. And something was wrong.

It took a few days before you couldn´t ignore it anymore. She was folding her arms over her chest more, keeping just a bit of space between you. Her mind was louder than usual, unspoken thoughts swirled around her head like static. You tried not to overthink it, but eventually, you had to ask.

You waited until you’re alone, sitting together in your apartment. "Wanda," you said softly, reaching for her hand. "Are you okay?"

Her fingers twitched slightly before she pulled away, "yeah," she answered, too quickly. "I’m fine."

You gave her a look, "Wanda."

She sighed, rubbing her temples, and for the first time in days, she really looked at you. There was hesitation in her eyes, something raw and uncertain, and it made your stomach twist.

"I-" She stopped herself, brows furrowing before she took a shaky breath. "I don’t know how to say this without sounding… jealous. Or insecure. And I don’t want to be that person, but-"

You sat up straighter, heart already pounding, "Wanda, whatever it is, just tell me."

She looked down at her hands. "You and Natasha," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not just that she’s your ex. It’s the way you fought for her that day, the way you reacted when she left. I saw how much it hurt you."

You opened your mouth to respond, but she shakes her head, pushing forward. "And I get it, I do. I just-" She swallowed hard, eyes flickering with something vulnerable, something fragile. "I’m scared, (Y/N). What if she still has a part of your heart? What if one day, you fight against me the same way?"

You felt like the air has been knocked out of your lungs. "Wanda," you breathe.

She looked away, "I know it’s unfair. I trust you, I do. But I can’t help thinking about it, and I hate that." She clenched her fists. "I hate that she still affects you."

You reached for her again, gently taking her hands in yours. "Wanda," you said firmly, waiting until she meets your gaze. "I love you. And I choose you. Every single day."

She exhaleed shakily, her fingers tightening around yours, "I just don’t want to lose you," she whispered.

You squeezed her hands gently, your heart ached at the look in her eyes. Wanda, your Wanda, who had always been so sure, so steady, now looked at you like she’s terrified of losing you.

"I´m not going anywhere, okay?" your voice was quiet but firm. "I don’t have a place for Natasha as a lover in my heart." You shook your head, swallowing hard. "If anything, she was my friend first. That’s why I fought for her, why I- why I tried."

Wanda looked at you, searching your face for something… maybe reassurance, maybe the truth she already knew, but needed to hear again. Her voice was softer now, hesitant. "Not even a bit of her?"

You sighed, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles. "I can’t change that we were exes," you admited. "It’s… not usual… this situation. I just… I want to make you happy, I don´t want to make you upset." You held her gaze, making sure she understands, "it wansn´t mean to be, it is sad, but we´re here, I´m here with you and i wouldn´t trade it for anything."

Wanda watched you for a long moment, her shoulders slowly relaxing. She nodded, more to herself than to you. "Natasha is my friend too, you know." She let out a sharp breath. "I don’t… Fuck, I hate this."

You blinked in surprise at the sudden curse, eyes widening slightly. It’s rare for Wanda to swear so bluntly, especially when she was being so straightforward.

She gestured vaguely, frustration clear on her face. "It’s a stupid fucking situation."

Despite yourself, you chuckled, shaking your head, "tell me about it."

For a second, there wassilence. Then, finally, Wanda exhaled a laughed too, albeit a small one. And for the first time in days, things didn´t feel so heavy between you. And you promised to eachother that you would try to get out of this situation with zero losses, meaning that neither of you would lose yourselves or Natasha. At the end, she is a friend.

You hadn’t seen much of Natasha since your fight.

Actually, no one had.

She wasn’t just avoiding you, she was avoiding everyone. Steve, Tony, Wanda even Clint. She still showed up for missions, still did what she had to, but beyond that? She was a ghost.

So when Steve pulled her aside and said he had an emergency - two agents fighting, needing backup, she hadn’t expected this. So of course she helped him.

The moment Natasha rushed into the gym, you knew. Her eyes scanned the room wildly before landing on you, her breath still heavy from running over so fast. And when she realized what was actually happening, just you standing there, her face twisted in something unreadable.

You turned, looking at Steve, who simply stood by the door, arms crossed.

Natasha's posture stiffened instantly, her body already pivoting toward the exit. "Steve," she warned, reaching for the handle.

"Talk," he said simply. And then… click.

The sound of the lock sliding into place made you jolt slightly. You glanced between Steve and Natasha, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. It had been weeks since you last spoke. Since that horrible fight where you said things you couldn’t take back. Natasha pulled a hairpin from her pocket, quickly kneeling to pick the lock. But before she could even try, you exhaled, shaking your head.

"You can’t open it," you said, crossing your arms. "Even if you pick the lock. It’s one of Tony’s new systems. The door won’t budge unless Steve lets us out."

Natasha shot you a sharp look before turning back to Steve, who simply raised a brow.

"Guess you’re stuck," he said, then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you both standing in heavy silence.

Natasha sat on the ground, leaning back against the wall, her fingers absently toying with the pin she had tried to use on the lock. Her gaze was cast downward, jaw tight, and you could see the way her mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to navigate this without letting too much slip.

You watched her for a long moment, arms crossed, shifting your weight between your feet, "this isn’t ideal, I know," you finally said, voice careful, measured. "I doubt either of us wanted to have this conversation. But we’re here."

Natasha stayed quiet.

You took a slow breath, pushing past the lump in your throat. "I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t mean it."

Her fingers stilled against the pin, but she didn’t lift her head.

You hesitated, forcing yourself to keep going. "That day, when I said what I did- I knew it was going to hurt. That’s why I said it." Your voice cracked slightly, but you didn’t stop. "I wanted to hurt you, the same way you were hurting me."

Silence.

Your chest ached at her lack of response, but you pushed forward anyway.

"I pushed you away," you admitted, voice quieter now. "And now I hate that we’re not even friends anymore." You swallowed hard, emotions threatening to overwhelm you, but you forced yourself to keep looking at her. Really looking at her. "You were a huge part of my life, Nat. That doesn’t just disappear."

Finally, finally, her head lifted slightly. Her green eyes met yours, but they weren’t sharp or guarded like before. They just looked… tired.

"I still want you to be a part of my life," you whispered.

Natasha exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over her face before finally speaking. "I’m sorry too," she murmured, voice raw. "For everything. And… I don’t think you’re a lot to handle." She hesitated, then shook her head. "I know Wanda won’t ever get tired of you."

Her words hit you harder than you expected. You felt something in your chest unclench just slightly, like a weight had been lifted, like finally, you weren’t fighting against someone who refused to meet you halfway.

"I was a dick," Natasha added, glancing at you.

You huffed a soft laugh, crossing your arms, "yup."

Natasha scoffed, shaking her head, but there was the smallest hint of amusement there.

"But me too," you admitted.

Her lips twitched, barely a ghost of a smirk. "Always had to do the same thing, hm?"

You let out a breath, giving her a small shrug, "it’s what we do."

For a moment, silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t unbearable, it just hung there, fragile but not suffocating. Then Natasha exhaled again, pressing her palms against her knees, looking at nothing in particular. "I had one good thing," she said suddenly, voice quiet. "One thing in my life that felt real. And when we broke up, I lost it. I lost the only good part of me."

Your throat tightened, but you didn’t interrupt.

Natasha’s gaze was distant, like she was lost somewhere in the past. "I’ve never been certain of anything in my life, not really. Everything’s always been a mission, a directive, something to follow. But when I was with you…" She hesitated, fingers twitching slightly. "I thought I was certain. Even if I was terrified of it. And when I had the good thing, I wanted more and more, until the main reason why I was happy… I lost the main sorce of my happiness."

You swallowed hard, biting the inside of your cheek.

She let out a small, humorless chuckle. "I don’t even know what I’m saying right now."

"It’s okay." You reached out your hand, offering to help Natasha stand up.

And for the first time in a long time, Natasha didn’t pull away and took your hand.

You took a slow breath, steadying yourself before speaking, "I don’t regret it, you know."

Natasha blinked, caught off guard, "what?"

"Loving you," you clarifed, your voice steady but soft, "I don’t regret any of it."

She stared at you, like she’s not sure she heard you right. Like it physically hurts her to hear it. But you don’t stop.

"I’m with Wanda now, and I love her. I really, truly do," you continued, watching the way Natasha’s expression shifts, how she keeps her face neutral, but you can see the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers tighten slightly. "But that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real, or that I wish it didn’t happen. Because I don’t."

Natasha swallowed hard, looking away for a moment, like she needs to gather herself before she can respond.

"And I know how much you mean to Wanda," you went on. "She doesn’t say it out loud all the time, but I see it. She trusts you, looks up to you even. And Pietro… he’s starting to fit in, and I know a lot of that is because of you."

Natasha exhaled sharply, shaking her head, "I didn’t-"

"You did," you cut in, giving her a small, knowing smile. "Without you, neither of them would be getting comfortable here as easily as they are. And I just…" You paused, gathering the right words. "I see that you’ve changed. And I’m proud of you, Nat."

She looked at you then, really looked at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you mean it. Like she wanted to believe it but didn´t know if she’s allowed to.

"I’d be happy if we could be friends," you said gently. "Because I’d like that. I really would."

There’s a long pause before Natasha finally nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I would like that too."

Something in your chest eased, and when you step forward, arms open slightly, she hesitates only for a second before pulling you into a hug.

You held her tight, and she held you just as firmly, but there’s something else there, something breaking beneath the surface. Because this is closure. This is her realizing that no matter what, she can’t go back in time. And even though she said she want this, even though she does, it still hurts. Seeing you with someone else.

You pulled back just slightly, searching Natasha’s face, "so… we’re good?"

She met your gaze, nods. "Yeah. We’re good.”

Before you could said anything else, there’s a soft beep, and the lock on the door clicks open.

Natasha exhaled sharply, glancing toward it. Then she looked back at you, "if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go kill the famous Captain America."

You couldn´t help but chuckle, stepping aside so she can leave, "go easy on him," you said, though you both know she won’t.

Natasha gave you one last look before shaking her head with a smirk and walking out of the room.

You stood there for a moment, exhaling slowly. It’s like a weight has lifted off your chest. Things are not perfect, but at least you talked things through.

You found Wanda in the common area, lounging on the couch with a book in her lap. The moment she saw you, she smiled, setting it aside. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," you replied, dropping down beside her. You exhaled, letting yourself relax for the first time in what felt like days. "I talked to Natasha."

Wanda tilted her head, studying your expression, "and?"

You smiled, a genuine one this time. "We're good. I mean, as good as we can be. We're friends."

Wanda let out a relieved sigh, nodding. "I'm glad. It´s been a lot… she need a break"

"So do you," you pointed out, reaching for her hand. "But yeah, I’m happy. I think this is good for all of us."

Wanda squeezed your fingers gently, "yeah. I think so too."

Before you could say anything else, the door opened, and Natasha walked in. She looked around for a second before her eyes landed on you.

"So," you said with a smirk, "did you kick America's ass?"

Natasha smirked back, "of course I did."

Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head. But then Natasha’s expression shifted, and she looked at Wanda more seriously. "Can we talk?"

You blinked, exchanging a glance with Wanda. Oh.

Wanda shot you a look before turning back to Natasha, "um… yeah, sure."

You hesitated for a second, then stood up. "I’ll just… be over there," you said, motioning vaguely before slipping out of the room.

As you left, you couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of nervousness. Whatever Natasha wanted to say to Wanda… you just hoped it wouldn’t undo all the progress you had made.

Wanda crossed her arms as she watched you leave, then turned back to Natasha. "Alright," she said carefully. "What do you want to talk about?"

Natasha exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "I just…" She hesitated, like she was trying to figure out how to phrase what she wanted to say. "I wanted to make sure there’s no… weirdness. Between us."

Wanda arched an eyebrow. "No weirdness?"

Natasha shrugged, forcing a small smirk. "Yeah. You and me, we’re good, right?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes, seeing right through her. "You tell me."

Natasha held her gaze for a moment, then sighed. "Look, I just want you and (Y/N) to be happy, alright? That’s all I care about."

Wanda tilted her head, fingers tapping against her arm, "and that’s it?"

"That’s it," Natasha lied, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. She could hear the way her voice wavered, could feel the ache in her chest. But she ignored it.

Wanda studied her, searching for something in her expression. "You don’t have to do that."

Natasha frowned, "do what?"

"Pretend," Wanda answered. "I know it hurts you."

Natasha’s frown deepened. "Don’t go inside my head," she muttered, her tone sharp.

Wanda stayed calm, but her expression remained firm. "I’m not," she said evenly. "But I know that if I did, I’d see that I’m right."

Natasha’s jaw tightened. Something in her shoulders went rigid, a flicker of something almost like panic in her eyes. "Don’t," she snapped, voice lower this time.

Wanda took a slow breath. "Then don’t lie."

Natasha let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "You think you know everything, don’t you?"

"No," Wanda admitted. "But I know enough."

Natasha clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to keep her emotions in check. "It doesn’t matter," she muttered, looking away.

"It does to me," Wanda said softly.

"Why?" Natasha asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it. There was a quiet desperation in it, a frustration she wasn’t sure she could keep contained much longer. "Why do you care? You got what you wanted. You have her."

Wanda hesitated, then stepped forward. "Because you’re my friend too, you know," she said. "And I don’t hate you, even if sometimes I wish I did. It would make this a lot easier."

Natasha forced a smirk, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You and me both."

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Wanda studied her, searching her face for something Natasha wasn’t sure she wanted to show. "You’re allowed to be upset, Nat," Wanda murmured.

Natasha scoffed. "What good would that do?"

"It’s better than pretending you’re fine when you’re not," Wanda said. Natasha sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore," she admitted, voice quieter now.

Wanda nodded, understanding. "Then figure it out. But don’t shut everyone out in the process."

Natasha still wouldn’t look up, her eyes fixed on the floor as if the answer to all of this could somehow be found in the cracks beneath her feet. Wanda could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was holding herself so tightly, and she didn´t have to read her mind at all.

"You don’t have to say anything," Wanda said after a moment, her voice softer now, "but don’t pretend like this doesn’t hurt."

Natasha let out a breath, one that sounded just a little too shaky. "Of course it hurts," she muttered.

Wanda waited, giving her space to keep going, to say something real. And for once, Natasha didn’t fight it.

"I-" Natasha exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. "I know she’s happy with you," she said finally. "And I want that. I want her to be happy." She swallowed hard, shaking her head. "But I still-" She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stop.

Wanda nodded. "You still love her."

Natasha let out a bitter laugh, her hands tightening into fists, "yeah, I do."

Wanda could feel the weight of the confession, how much it was costing Natasha to say it out loud, especially to her. And for once, she didn’t feel jealousy creeping in. Just… sadness.

"But that doesn’t change anything," Natasha said quickly, as if trying to convince herself more than Wanda. "She’s not mine anymore. She hasn’t been for a long time."

"That doesn’t mean you can just switch it off," Wanda said gently.

Natasha sighed, finally looking up. "I know that, I tried that," she let out a chuckle. "But I also know I don’t want to lose her again. And I sure as hell don’t want to mess things up with you."

Wanda blinked, caught off guard, "with me?"

"Yeah," Natasha said, her voice almost resigned. "I know I’ve been a pain in the ass, but… you’re important to her. And I- I don’t want to be the thing that puts a wedge between you two."

Wanda studied her for a long moment. There was no deception in Natasha’s face this time. No act, no pretense. Just raw, aching honesty.

"You won’t," Wanda promised. "Not if we don’t let it." Natasha huffed a quiet, humorless laugh. "You make it sound so easy."

"It’s not," Wanda admitted. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t try." Natasha didn’t answer right away. She just stared at nothing, shoulders slumped. She looked exhausted, drained in a way Wanda hadn’t seen before.

"I just… I miss what it felt like," Natasha said suddenly, voice so quiet Wanda almost missed it. "Being in love with her. Being loved by her." She exhaled. "It was the one good thing I had. And when I lost it, I lost the best part of me."

Wanda’s chest ached at the way she said it, like she truly believed it. "That’s not true," she said. "You’re more than who you were with her, Nat."

Natasha didn’t look convinced.

"You don’t have to lose her," Wanda continued. "Not completely. And you don’t have to lose yourself either."

Natasha let the words sink in, her throat working as she swallowed. "I want to believe that," she admitted.

"Then start trying."

Natasha huffed a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. "Look how the tables turn," she muttered, shaking her head. "You helping me out."

Wanda smiled, tilting her head slightly. "That’s what friends do.”

Natasha blinked at her, something twisting deep in her chest. Friends. It should feel like a relief, like something solid to hold on to, but all she could think was… why is she so nice?

She should hate her. She should resent her, should want nothing to do with her. After everything, after the hurt, the mess Natasha had made of things. But she didn’t.

Wanda looked at her for a long moment, as if she could hear every thought in Natasha’s head. And maybe she didn’t need her powers to do that, maybe she just knew.

"You held enough hate to yourself," Wanda said, voice steady. "I don´t see the point to adding up on that."

Natasha swallowed, her throat suddenly too tight.

"Love is-" she hesitated, searching for the right words. "Love is what holds a person together. What keeps them alive."

Natasha looked away, jaw clenching. She wanted to argue, to push back, to scoff at the idea of love being some great, saving force. But… wasn’t that why she was hurting? Because she had lost it?

Wanda sighed. "I know what it’s like to hold onto something so tightly because you’re afraid of what happens if you let go." She exhaled, softer now. "But you don’t have to hold on alone, Natasha."

Natasha closed her eyes for a moment. She didn’t know what she had expected from this conversation… maybe anger, maybe resentment. But not this. Not understanding.

When she opened them again, Wanda was still looking at her, still offering something Natasha wasn’t sure she deserved. But she wanted to. God, she wanted to.

So she just nodded. "Okay."

Wanda smiled, small but real. "Okay."

…

Weeks passed, and Natasha was really trying.

She helped you with recruits, running combat drills and teaching them how to spot weaknesses in an opponent. She sparred with Steve, listened to his endless lectures about teamwork, and even agreed to help Clint babysit on his rare nights off. She joined in on dinners with the rest of the Avengers, laughing at Tony’s terrible impressions and throwing in her own dry remarks that made everyone crack up.

She and Wanda found an easy rhythm on missions, covering each other, moving as a unit. There was no hesitation between them, no lingering tension. Just trust. And when you and Natasha sat together, talking shit about Fury’s ever-growing list of secrets, it almost felt like before.

Every friday night (if there was no missions or Tony´s parties) the common room was filled with laughter, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the group. It was movie night, something Tony had declared mandatory for "team bonding" (though everyone suspected he just liked forcing his bad taste in movies on the rest of them).

You were curled up against Wanda, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your arm. She was warm, solid against you, and every now and then, she pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

Across the room, Steve was in the middle of a heated debate with Tony, arms crossed as he scowled. "Salted popcorn is objectively better," Steve argued, gesturing toward the bowl in his lap. "It’s simple, classic-"

"Boring," Tony interrupted, tossing a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth. "You’re boring, Rogers."

"Caramel is just sugar pretending to be food," Steve shot back.

Bucky, lounging lazily with his feet up on the coffee table, raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you a billionaire? Why don’t we just make both and be done with this?"

Tony scoffed dramatically, waving a hand. "That’s not the point, Rust Bucket."

Natasha, sitting comfortably in the armchair beside them, smirked and looked over at Bucky. "Leave them. They’ll tire themselves out in a minute."

Bucky hummed in agreement, watching as Steve and Tony continued bickering like an old married couple. Natasha’s gaze flickered over to you and Wanda. Her expression softened as she took in the way. Wanda curled closer to you, the way you leaned into her touch without hesitation.

She flashed you both a small, easy smile. "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"

Wanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Says the woman who ‘accidentally’ left The Notebook playing on loop last week."

Natasha scoffed, "That was Clint, and I stand by my alibi."

You chuckled, shaking your head. It was nice… this easy, teasing dynamic. Natasha seemed okay. She felt okay.

Everything was good.

Everything was normal.

Natasha sat back in her chair, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she watched the group around her. The warmth of their laughter, the way they bickered and teased, it should have felt like home. It should have been enough. It was before.

She turned her gaze back to you and Wanda, curled up together on the couch, lost in your own little world. She had smiled when she called you disgustingly cute, had even managed to make it sound teasing and light. But the words had burned as they left her lips, a quiet kind of agony twisting in her chest.

Because the truth was, it still hurt. It still felt like she was being ripped apart, piece by piece, every time she looked at you and knew you weren’t hers anymore.

And yet, no one noticed.

No one noticed the way her hands shook when she was alone, gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. No one noticed the way exhaustion clung to her bones, no matter how much she slept, if she even slept at all. No one noticed that her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, that they never had, not since she lost you.

No one noticed how, when she said she was happy for you, she had been lying… not to you, but to herself.

No one noticed that beneath it all, she still felt lost.

And this time, she was faking it so well that even she almost believed it.

Almost.

taglist: @starrycherie, @esposadejoyhuerta, @redroomgraduate, @seventeen-x

[revelboo]

🤣 I had to, I couldn’t resist. Y’all know I’m a gremlin

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy

Predaking x Reader

• Groaning, one of your feet slides against the berth under you. Hips propped up with a pillow, you grit your teeth, chasing that peak. You’ve lost track of how long you’ve been trapped with your big, alien dragon, but he’s leaves pretty regularly to go do whatever it is he does. Leaving you alone and bored. And honestly, half the fun is the risk of getting caught as your fingers pump urgently inside yourself. Though, honestly, you doubt he’d care if he did catch you. He’s a giant transforming robot without any of the necessary parts. There’s a good probability he won’t even know what you’re doing.

• Returning from patrol, he keys opens his habsuite door and stops short as soon as he finds you on his berth. Eyes closed, hips up and little fingers urgently moving inside yourself, he vents and the scent of your need fills his senses. Growling softly as he moves forward, he mass shifts and stalks your way, steps light to not alert you. Knows he should. That the right thing, the honorable thing, would be to apologize, to leave and let you finish in peace. But he can’t make himself move. Can’t stop watching you pleasure yourself.

• Just out of reach, but then you’ve never had much luck with just your fingers. Always close, but not quite. And a warm hand slides against the outside of your thigh, jarring you as your eyes snap open and he’s right there. Staring at you giving yourself a helping hand on his berth. He absolutely does know and does care what you’re doing, too. Those warm yellow optics focused on your fingers inside yourself. Flushing you pull your fingers free and he catches your wrist. Bending as his mouth opens to suck your fingers clean and you almost come apart just from that. “Forgive me,” he growls, glossa sliding between your fingers like he’s trying to make sure he gets every drop.

• You’re just staring at him, face red and he knows he’s crossed a line. But he wants to touch you, to taste you. Sleeping wrapped around you every night, the scent of you is now so familiar that he needs it to recharge. Just like he needs your laughter, your willingness to play. Your warmth. “I’ll leave,” he adds, hoping he didn’t ruin everything. That you won’t distance yourself now out of embarrassment.

• “You don’t have to,” you whisper, shivering as his glossa slides almost absently against your palm. Making you remember that when you’d first met him, you’d legitimately been afraid he was going to eat you. And now, you really want him to. Those optics slide down your body to the apex of your thighs and he makes a rough, rumbling, predatory noise. ‘I don’t want to,’ he admits, the hand on your thigh sliding over, a servo brushing against you. The touch a question.

• “Then don’t,” you whisper and he touches you, carefully pressing a servo into your wet heat and watching you arch. So tight and slick. Growling, his mouth brushes your belly, venting to pull your scent deep into himself as he shifts down your body. Slipping his servo free so he can slide his hands under your hips, before putting his mouth on you. That ragged little noise you make strings him tight, his spike aching behind his plating as he tastes you. Knowing that you have no idea how possessive predacons can be about anything that’s theirs. And you? You’re his now.

Did a Walmart run to fill my duck bag for Jeep tag and found this earlier.

[nagujake]

୨⎯Use Me⎯୧

pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: You've been so stressed and overwhelmed lately, but Jungwon has a way to help you relieve some of your stress.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: Mentions of divorce/toxic household, cursing, kissing, pet names (angel, baby, good girl), thigh riding

MDNI

(NOT PROOF READ)

Your home life wasn’t great, your parents weren’t at a good stage in their marriage and you were honestly just waiting for the day they would tell you they’re getting a divorce. While you’re 19 and could move out, you thought staying at home would keep your mom and dad together. You were hoping you were the glue they needed to keep their marriage going but that just wasn’t the case. Your mental health had also been on the decline because of all your home problems, but one thing you were grateful for was your sweet boyfriend, Jungwon. He truly was the only reason for your happiness anymore and he had always tried to keep things light and fun with you whenever you guys hung out. 

You walked into Jungwon’s house with a shy smile. You were here more than you weren’t nowadays and you always felt pretty shitty about it, you felt like a burden to his parents, regardless of how many times they said you weren’t. While you didn’t like to talk about what was happening in your house, Jungwon had filled them in on everything. 

You made your way to the living room, his mom greeting you from the kitchen “hey y/n!” “Hi Mrs. Yang” you said with a small wave and she smiled at you brightly “dinner is almost ready, have you eaten?” You shook your head softly “okay perfect because I made enough for you too” you bit your lip “thank you… where’s Won?”. She nodded “he’s up in his room”. Smiling slightly, you began walking towards the stairs before turning around “you look really pretty by the way” you uttered out, causing her to giggle softly “thank you honey, Jungwon’s father and I have a party for my job tonight. We’re gonna be leaving here shortly”. “Okay, Have fun!” You stated before turning around and finishing your walk up the stairs. 

You knocked lightly on his door and walked in, finding him with his headphones on, flipping through a school textbook. You slowly shuffled over behind him and put both hands on the sides of his headphones, pulling them off slowly. “Hey” you whispered. He quickly turned around with a smile and stood up, pulling you into a warm hug “hey angel” he left a soft kiss to your head before he pulled away. “You haven’t texted me in a while, I wasn’t sure if you were still coming over” you gave him a confused look “why wouldn’t I come over? I’m always here anymore” you smiled “and I completely forgot my phone at home. I left in a rush because my mom was screaming her lungs out. I just wanted to get out of there”. His expression dropped faintly and he pulled you into him again “I’m so sorry”. You laid your head against his chest and shrugged “it’s okay, I’m used to it” He sighed and loosened his grip on you.

You backed up and moved away, plopping down on his neatly made bed. He smiled at your action and mirrored it, plopping down next to you. “I’m so tired. I didn’t sleep like at all last night. My dad was freaking out on my mom” He turned to face you, head leaning on his palm. “You can move in here, ya know. The offer is always on the table. My parents are totally fine with it” You shook your head “I’m not gonna do that Jungwon. It’s fine, everything is fine” you showed him a fake smile. “You need to stop holding in all your feelings y/n. Bottling them up is gonna make you feel worse“ you playfully rolled your eyes “you’ve heard enough about it Wonnie” He raised his eyebrow at you “I’m your boyfriend, you can talk about it all you want” you turned to him, sleepily “but it gets annoying, I know that and it’s just so frustrating”. He just shook his head in response and crawled up the bed, holding his arms out “come here” you smiled widely and moved up to him quickly. You laid against him, your head on his chest, his arm snaked around you. “You can take a nap if you’re tired baby” You nuzzled into him deeper “I just wanna relax, I don’t wanna go to sleep yet. I missed you today” he smiled warmly but stayed silent, running a hand through your hair. 

The silence in the room made your mind race. All you could think about was your parents. You’ve been through so much mentally and you wanted to vent to Jungwon but you’re doing what you do best, holding all of your feelings inside to not bother anyone else with your problems. You could feel the ache in your chest rising and tears began to pool in your eyes. You immediately adjusted your position, slinging your leg over his so you could shove your face into his chest more. You were now straddling his thigh because you wanted to hide your tears as much as possible, because you knew you were gonna cry. He stayed silent and still as he began to feel your body shuddering lightly, he knew you were crying, you could never hide that from him. His hand sat on the back of your head, just allowing you to cry as much as you needed. “It’s okay angel”. You began to cry harder, the weight of everything becoming too hard to bear. “It’s just so fucking stressful Won” “I know baby”. 

He continued to let you sob into him for a while longer. “Angel, I want you to do something for me” you wiped your eyes clear and looked up at him. “Hm?” He didn’t say anything more and gripped the base of your ass, starting to move his hand up and down, encouraging you to move the same way his hand was. You began to move your hips the way he wanted “Use me to relieve your stress baby girl”. You pushed your hips harder onto his thigh and began grinding. Your hand moved to his shoulder, gripping roughly to ground you, while your hips started to move at a faster pace. A pleasurable thrill shooting through your body and straight to your core. “Fuck..Wonnie” you whined out. You sat up, your other hand moving to his other shoulder, allowing you to push yourself harder into him and get more friction. 

One of his hands laid perfectly on your waist, and the other flew to your head, pushing your face into his. The both of your lips met in a frenzied kiss, and you whimpered into his mouth feeling the coil tightening in your stomach. You pulled away, breathing heavy and small beads of sweat starting to form on your face. You glanced down at his crotch, his cock hard to miss as it was straining in his shorts. One of your hands came down, rubbing on his cock and frantically trying to release it from its fabric prison but he gripped your wrist to stop you “no angel, only you tonight”. His simple words made you moan and he pulled your hand to his face. He began leaving small kisses on your fingers, just a small act of affection as you destroyed yourself on his thigh. “W-Wonnie.. I’m gonna cum” he smirked at your words and nodded “come for me angel, keep fucking yourself on my thigh baby”. His eyes fell to your center, shorts completely soaked from your hurried grinding. “God, you’re so fucking wet baby” Eyes fluttering shut, you threw your head back and moaned louder, your orgasm just seconds away. “Jungwon! Oh my god!” You let out a string of whimpers as your climax hit you like a ton of bricks. He gripped your hips again and continued the harsh rubbing for you to ride out your high “Yes baby, let it all out”. As you finally stopped trembling you dropped yourself onto his chest, yours heaving up and down quickly to catch your breath. He tangled his hand in your hair and kissed your head “good girl, how did that feel?” You smiled against his shirt “so good” you muttered out before closing your eyes. 

After a few minutes, Jungwon noticed your breathing return to normal and your body become heavy against his. He looked down at you, eyes completely shut, and mouth slightly agape. You had fallen asleep, which he knew you needed. He smiled and laid his head against yours “my sweet angel”.

[rotapathetic]

HIMBO RAFE does blind unboxing with you

himbo introduction

RAFE stared intently at the box, lips pursed in concentration. “hm. . i think i’ll be fine with this one, but i really want the dude with the goggles, he’s sick. don’t want any of the ones without something in their hands, that’s boring.” he pointed at the images as he spoke, then showed it to the camera, even doing the little youtuber hand.

the kubo, mr bone, and hirono figures are the ones rafe has been into, while you can’t get enough of skullpanda right now.

it wasn’t a surprise when rafe came up to you, showing you videos of people doing unboxings and asked if you two could shop for some. well, more like pleaded. he was in such adoration walking through the store, picking up boxes, examining the series’, and calling out ‘woah,’ while tapping you to point at a box he thought looked cool.

he ended up grabbing more than you did and paid for both of you guys, smiling excitedly at the person at checkout. you, having seen the videos as well, decided it would be fun to record, and rafe was of course down to show off his finds.

you tapped your lip, looking at your box. “i want the one sitting on the grass, how cute is that. i’ll honestly be fine with any one of them. . not the one with the umbrella though,” you squinted at it in a way of telling it not to come out of the box.

“okay,” rafe signaled you two to start opening the boxes, then once the packages were out, you looked to rafe to start the countdown. “one, two, three. .” and you were both tearing them open, then pulled out the figures you got.

rafe gasped then immediately ‘aw’ed with a pout at not getting the one he wanted. you, on the other hand, got the one you wanted, and you smiled, showing rafe. his frown instantaneously flipped at your joy. “that’s the one you wanted, right? dude, that one is cute,” his smile was bigger than yours. “i don’t even care about mine, i’m just happy you got yours.”

you frowned, looking at his figure. “that one is cute too, no?” rafe looked at it, shrugging, “he’s alright, not mad at him.” he tossed it to the side, grabbing another box from a different series.

you did the same, then you both examined the boxes. rafe repeatedly tapped his finger excitedly on the box, “now i don’t wanna get my hopes up, but i really like this dude with the headphones. i wouldn’t even mind getting any of these. except this freak with the glasses,” he showed the camera with a cringe. he turned to you to see which options you had. “ooh, that pink one is pretty. . and that red. which do you want?” he leaned back on the couch, throwing an arm over the back and tilting his head to still see the box from behind you.

“yeah, that pink one is cute. i like them all too, yay.” rafe sat forward, putting his elbows on his knees and poising his hands to open the box. “okay, ready?” you nodded, and instead of counting down, you both just started opening the boxes.

“wait, close your eyes,” rafe told you, putting his hand over your eyes. you giggled out an ‘okay,’ and closed them, then rafe removed his hand. “open yours and i’ll let you know if you got it.” rafe couldn’t stop grinning at how cute you looked with your eyes closed, all excited. “okay,” you ripped open the package, pulling the figure out. rafe turned to the camera, giving the audience a shocked look.

“baby, look.” he told you, and you opened your eyes to see the pink one you two both liked. you turned it to rafe, eyes wide. “no way,” you laughed.

“you’re so lucky at this, and i’m so lucky i get to see you all smiley,” he poked at your cheek. you put your figure aside then clapped excitedly, “okay, your turn.”

rafe let out a little breath through his nose, then turned his head away as he pulled out his figure, showing you. “what is it? if it’s that freak with the glasses, i swear. .”

“you got it,” you squealed out, and rafe turned his head to see he got the guy with the headphones. “yes!” he proudly showed the camera, then put his hand next to yours, looking at your figures side by side. “they’re like us in figure form. can they sit together on the shelf?” he gave you the pleading eyes.

like you would ever say no to him, “of course they can.”

[markkiatocafe]

made (or bought) with love

𖠚 warnings: mark calls reader “love,” i have no idea how to write children pls help, mentions of candy, nothing else that ik of!!!

𖠚 synop: mark always makes sure your mother’s day is perfect <3.

𖠚 pairing: f!reader x husband!mark

𖠚 w.c: 535

𖠚 a/n: i lowk kinda hate thisssss (what writing of mine do i actually like tho), but oh well!! happy mother’s day everyone <3 fun fact, my mom is actually obsessed with tulips… i tried to get her tulips this year but i couldn’t find any :( i still got her flowers tho so dw!! i hope you all enjoy today and make sure to wish your mom’s a happy day if you can/if you want to!!!

today was mother’s day. mark and jasmine were strolling through your local grocery store, mark leaning forward on the cart as he inspected the aisle for your favorite candy.

he wanted to make this good, i mean, it was mother’s day, after all. while doing some research for how to make this day extra perfect, he had heard many horror stories from new mothers—and mothers with older children—talking about their husbands letting their mother’s choose how the day went instead of their own wives, or even just completely ignoring their wives as a whole. he did not want to have you feel that way, never.

so, here he was, about 7am, only a few minutes after the store even opened, inspecting for any candy he remembers you even briefly mentioning you liked. mark always put a lot into mother’s day, even though you had only experience 3 as an actual mother. he wasn’t going to break that streak today.

“i think she said she liked these…” he mumbled to himself, running his thumb over the packaging of a candy. he looked over at jasmine, who was sitting in the seat of the cart, and held it up to her, a gentle smile on his lips. “do you think mama’ll like it?” he asked, tilting his head.

jasmine snatched the candy from his hands, looking over it before giving a nod of approval and throwing it behind her, causing a giggle to escape mark’s lips.

once they finished getting the candy for you (and some for jasmine, of course, since who could say no to that little face?), they were off to the florist. mark recalled that one time, on your first valentines day together, when he asked what you wanted, you said you thought tulips were pretty. you were also pretty infatuated with the color pink as a whole, so, he had a pretty good base to go off of.

after jasmine and mark finished making the bouquet, baby breaths sprinkled among beautiful pink shades, the bow adorned with love, they were back off to home.

funny enough, as they were doing all of this, you were peacefully still laying in bed, scrolling on your phone, doing nothing much, really.

then, the door opened. you smiled a little to yourself, sitting up and stretching your arms and neck out. the sound of the door opening was followed by little excited squeals, which you honestly couldn’t tell if they were from mark or jasmine.

after a few minutes of that, mark and jasmine walked into your room, the candy in his and the bouquet in hers, and a warm smile adorned your lips.

jasmine got up on your bed and held out your flowers, and mark walked over to sit next to you, placing a kiss on your temple and placing the candy in your lap.

“happy mother’s day, love,” he said, placing a hand on the small of your back.

you carefully took the bouquet, which helped you see jasmine’s bright smile. “happy mother’s day, mama!” she said.

honestly, with the gifts or not, the day would’ve been perfect with your family, but you were never going to complain about being shown you’re cared for.

[sweetdispatch]

Hi could I get 7 pieces of baklava with pineapple and maple syrup please

I love your writing and hope your leg heals up real soon

Lake house - M. Rempe

v' bakery pairing: Matt Rempe x fem!reader summary: You and Matt had complicated relationship but this changed when you were forced by your friends to live in the same room during a weekend in a lake house warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), oral (f receiving), fingering, swear words note: thank you so much love, it means a world to me❤️hope you like it!

Since you met Matt, you didn’t like him. No matter how hard you tried, there was something in him that was pushing you away. You tried to act normal around him but he could sense that you’re not a fan of his. He made a small joke about it but you felt offended. You threw a drink on him and left the club. 

In summer, you were stuck together because of your friends. Matt didn’t make your life easier and since that situation in a club, he was picking on you. You were always fighting back with him because you didn’t want to be seen as a poor girl who can’t defend yourself. It was your reality that you’ve been arguing with him at least once when you were going out. 

Your friend came up with a great idea to rent a lake house and go there for a weekend. Everyone instantly agreed and felt excitement. This feeling quickly disappeared from your and Matt's faces when your friends told you that you have a room together. You knew that they made it on purpose to have fun of your suffering and because they really wanted you two to work things out. 

“I can’t believe that they did it” You said when you walked into the room with Matt behind you. 

“But honestly, are you surprised?” Matt asked you and you shook your head in no gesture. 

“Not a fucking chance” You said out of blue. “There’s only one bed” All you heard was Matt’ laugh. 

“I guess we’re stuck together even in sleep” Matt told you but you only looked at him to drop it. 

“I prefer to sleep on the floor then next to you” You scoffed. 

“Don’t be ridiculous. This bed is big enough for both of us. You won’t be sleeping there” Matt said and from his tone, you could tell that he wasn't joking

The first night was tough. You and Matt were colliding with each other's bodies all the time. You were sure that he’s doing this on purpose just to get you mad. After an hour you lost your patience and kicked him to wake him up. 

“What the hell?” Matt said with a raspy voice.

“Stop moving around the bed. I can feel your body on me” You told him. 

“I’m not doing anything” Matt told you and you sighed. You knew that this would be the longest three days of your life. Out of nowhere, Matt asked you. “Why don’t you like me?” 

“You’re annoying and since your dumb joke about my presence I can’t stand you” You told him truthfully. 

“I just wanted to break the ice between us” Matt said. 

“I don’t know what part of it if you won’t stop making this face, you’ll become ugly was funny for you” Matt could sense the disgust in your voice when you repeated those words. 

“I’m sorry. It was a bad call from me. My intention wasn’t to offend you, just wanted to see you smiling but I get why you’re mad” You were taken aback. You didn’t expect him to apologise to you. 

“Apology accepted but since we’re having a honest conversation, what’s your reason that you don’t like me?” You asked him curiously of his reason. 

“I honestly don’t have any reason but since you didn’t like me, I decided to match your energy” Matt laughed.

“So I was the bad one?” You giggled. “I’m sorry for it” 

“It’s fine, I deserve it” Matt said and you laughed.

The next morning, the atmosphere in your room was clean. There were no hard feelings between you and Matt. You explained everything to yourself and had a new start. Your friends were surprised when they saw both of you laughing and not arguing but none of you told them that you’re fine now. You wanted to mess with them. 

In the evening, all of you decided to sit by the bonfire and just enjoy the quiet time. To everyone's shock, you were sitting on Matt’ laps. You two were in a bubble. Two of you were drinking and laughing at all the stories. You were happy that you cleared the atmosphere with him because you noticed what a great guy he is. 

When everyone stayed outside, you and Matt got back to the room. Last 20 minutes you spent on talking about a movie that he never saw. That’s why both of you decided to get back and watch a movie. You laid comfortably in the bed and he sat next to you. During the movie, you weren’t talking much but you could feel his hand roaming your thigh. 

It would be a lie if you say that Matt wasn’t hot. He was and he had insane hands. Your focus was on them rather than on that movie and he noticed this. He squeezed your thigh lightly and you felt your cheeks burning. He was going higher with his hand until he reached the end of your shorts. 

Matt was bold in his moves. He saw the effect he has on you and wanted to see how far he can go until you stop him. You spread your legs a little bit further to give him better access and he laughed softly. His finger brushed your panties under the shorts and he could feel how wet you were. 

“Please” You whispered. “Do something” 

Movie was long forgotten. Matt positioned himself in between your legs. In a quick move, he took your shorts and panties. His fingers were brushing your clit. You moaned quietly and the next thing you felt was his tongue on your pussy. By instinct you hands went to his hair and you pushed him closer. 

Matt was eating you out like a starving man. He looked at you and saw how you threw your head from the pleasure. He smiled to himself at the view. His two fingers entered your pussy and you moaned at the sensation. He had long fingers and they perfectly were hitting your g spot. 

You felt that you’re close. Matt was the best guy who ever went down at you. Your orgasm hit you hard. You felt embarrassed by how fast you cum but he was great in what he was doing. You tried to catch your breath and looked at him. He licked his fingers clean and this made you wet again. 

“I didn’t know it’s so easy to tame you” Matt laughed and laid next to you. “All you needed was an orgasm”

“So you just did it for what? For your entertainment?” You felt used by him at that moment. You stood up and started picking up your clothes. 

“No, come back to bed, please” Matt pulled his arm to grab your wrist. “It was a joke. I’m sorry” 

“You’re insufferable” You told him and got back to the bed. 

“I like you too” Matt said and pulled you closer to his body. He kissed your cheek and you smiled. All the negative emotions you had towards him went out of the window and you started seeing him as a normal guy and not as an annoying one.

[glowstick-cafe]

Nostalgia gets the Best of Us

Elijah "Smoke" Moore, Elias "Stack" Moore x Black!Female!Reader

⚠️MDNI⚠️//Content: smut, mentions of religion in passing, cunnilingus, PiV

Word count:2,197

"You've been gone since 2023” God forbid I show support for my people in their time of need 😒

Ao3 link ver.

After a day of hard work a lady often just wants to have fun and dance the night away, is that so much to ask for?

Word quickly spread through Mississippi overnight of a new club that was owned by a pair of infamous twins—it couldn't be. Club Juke, your friends said the name was, how cute.

As you walked up to the rustic looking building there was a long line of people waiting to be let in, music from the inside of the club reverberated through your ears just begging you to join in on the fun.

You were going to walk right in without a care until the unsure call of your name made you turn your head.

The familiar voice brought a smile to your lips, “Damn girl! Where you been? Haven't seen yer face since you moved away for that fancy job.” Spoke Cornbread. Honestly, you were delighted to see an old familiar face.

“Oh please, you never catch me when I visit.” You huffed in a playful frustration, but before you could carry on your conversation the line of people behind you hurled bouts if complaints your way, cutting the reunion with your old friends short. Cornbread clicked his tongue and sent you on in.

“The twins are in for a treat when they see you.” The heavy-set man chuckled to himself and shook his head as you kept pushing further into the club, unaware of the band of old faces you would be seeing.

You managed to move through the crowd in sync with the music, body swaying in tandem with the tune.

Spotting your friends in the distance, a smile made its way to your face—happy to finally be surrounded by the people you actually came here to party with; but as luck would have it, the wind was suddenly knocked out of you when a man who was dancing crashed his back into you.

Before you could fall over, a man in a blue suit came to your aid, his hand placement seemed awfully friendly but you were too disoriented to comment on it; only focusing on how harshly he berated the man for simply having two left feet.

“If you don't watch where you steppin’ on the young lady then I think we're gonna have a problem.” He threatened. The poor man nodded his head to show his understanding of the situation and booked it to the other side of the room as fast as the booming crowd allowed.

“Now, enjoy yourself lil’ lady.” He laughed, now removing his arm from your waist only to move them to your shoulders.

“Who do you think yer’ callin’-” You were about to give a smart response, but held your tongue when you finally made eye contact with your hero.

A flash of recognition glazed over his eyes, while a look of mortification graced yours. You’re sure he could feel the goosebumps on your skin when your name left his mouth.

“Smoke…”

Seeing the man in front of you could only mean that his other half couldn't be far away, which wouldn’t bode well for you if they both got their hands on you.

Smoke said your name again, this time it made you flinch and all the childhood memories of puppy love and broken promises came baring its claws at you.

Oh the Smoke-Stack twins, if people were to pick out the type of crowd the twins usually tend to draw in, you probably wouldn’t be their go-to guess—but some would say you were in the right place at the right time, or that you were just really unlucky; but something that couldn't be debated among anyone back then was that those boys cherished you.

-

A pastor's daughter and regular church goer, that's what all the grown folks would refer to you as, never truly by your name.

Growing up, your father and everyone who knew him spoke ill of the pair of twins who would often be finding themselves in trouble.

Don't get mixed up in company like that…

You told yourself, but unfortunately that prayer seemed to have fallen on deaf ears seeing as how the trouble found you instead. The twins seemed to have been drawn in by all the alarm bells that were meant to actually keep them away.

Once the boys got their hand on you, the three of you made for an interesting group, if anything, the adults thought that maybe you were just the right influence they needed to steer them on the right track—Unfortunately for them, this ended up having the opposite effect.

To be fair, you were never rude to those who showed you respect, but the twins’ ‘Don't take shit from anyone’ attitude rubbed off on you hard.

Stack seemed more receptive to your usual kind nature and would often let you have your way with him, even letting their dreams of moving to Chicago slip out, but the other brother was the one who forced you to develop a sharp tongue; Smoke's jabs often bordered on scathing to just actual bullying.

When you finally matched his energy the boy was at a loss for words, just gave a click of the tongue and a, “Whatever man…” Smoke wouldn’t admit it but he was a little proud of you for a split second, just minus Stacks’ frame doubled over in laughter.

Tender moments were few and far between when is came to them, but in the off chance they let you near their hair; a matching set of conrows would send you over the moon. It was your idea of bonding and also one of the rare moments where Smoke never had anything to comment on.

You’d like to think you both found common-ground on those days.

So why were you so mad to see him after all these years?

There weren't any signs of a falling out brewing. Just an abrupt departure that left you torn; everyone around you said ‘It's for the best.’ or that you should ‘Let it go…’ but it took years to get over being abandoned like that.

No letter.

No goodbye

Nothing…

-

You were honestly surprised that you remembered their faces after all these years.

Blinking those memories away, your mortified expression turned into anger. “You've gotta be kiddin’ me, you n’ your brother run off to Chicago doin’ God knows what, then you two turn back up with a place like this after the state you both left me in?!”

“So you're not happy to see us?” Stack questioned, inserting himself into the conversation.

Your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, these men haven't changed, they're still the same smug little boys who left you in the dust for Chicago.

“Look now, we know how we left things wasn't…ideal but—we all grown up now.” Stack spoke, stationed himself behind you while his hand found its way to your waist. “We can handle this like adults.” His words echoed through the covers of your mind.

There was no denying the twins were attractive physically and their personalities had their own appeal to it, you would know, you grew up with them.

You'd be stupid to deny that you hadn’t thought about them in a romantic sense, but you were a grown woman now; you didn't have to unpack resurfacing emotions that you may have had toward your childhood friends.

Your eyes looked up to Smoke to see how he was taking the situation. His hands seemed casually nestled in his pockets while his pupils searched for an answer in yours, he motions a questioning head tilt as if to say, ‘Well?’

The music and surroundings seemed to slow as you looked around. “Fine…” You agreed, you hoped that you hadn’t sounded too eager, but you don't miss the subtle smile on Smoke's lips as you were being directed into what you were sure was a closet.

The twins sat you on a small table in the oddly spacious closet, it was already risky in your eyes to have been seen with the two, but whatever they were planning to do would have the town in hysterics for months to come.

One hand around your neck, and the other gripped both your thighs. The twins couldn't let you slip away like you always did, they had to have you this time.

Stack hiked up the skirt of your dress, he flashed you a charming smile as he looked up at you from between your legs. It left you feeling hot and embarrassed, yet he hadn't even laid a finger on you yet.

Smoke held your arms in place as Stack began to indulge himself in your dripping folds, his tongue borrowed itself into your slick hole as you managed out a moan.

“Let it out mama.” Smoke encouraged as his mouth made its home on your neck; leaving hickeys and spit wherever he saw fit while his free hand found its way to groping your breasts.

You were being overloaded on pleasure from every angle and all Smoke was doing was taunting you like he always did, “What was all that noise back there for, hmm?” His low, but playful voice teased as he pinched and squeezed at your nipple.

His hand then moved up to your mouth, fingers playing and prodding with your lips. “Did princess just need our attention?” Smoke was always great at getting people riled up, this instance was no different; the man's digits forced its way into your mouth, rings n’ all.

“Suck.” He commanded, and suck you did. The man could only scoff playfully at your obedience, it was clear to both twins that you could melt in their hands at any moment.

The more Stack nibbled and licked at your cunt, the more whiny and desperate your moans became, the more you rocked your hips to the rhythm of the man's mouth.

“Easy girl…” Stack spoke between your legs, his grip on your thighs tightening as if to hold you in place.

You send a hum of protest through Smoke's fingers at the brother who seemed to be getting off on your cries of pleasure.

“What, cat got ya’ tongue?” Stack laughed as he zoned back in on his main goal.

The deeper he sank his mouth into your slit, the closer you got to the edge. Your body writhed against his tongue as one of your hands broke free and made its way to the back of his head, which only seemed to encourage him more.

Fuck…

At this rate you were gonna-

Your body froze as the shock of your orgasm washed over your body, for a moment you swore the party going on outside ceased to exist. Stack removed himself from between the space in your legs, looking quite pleased with himself; the man flashed a smile at you, showing off his grillz.

Before you could catch your breath, the two brothers switched places and now Stack was behind while Smoke was right in front of you.

“You didn't think we were done with you, right princess?” Stack said, an amused grin graced his face as the sound of belts unbuckling made your breath hitch.

If it weren’t for the table holding you up, you know damn well that your knees would have given out.

Your face grew warmer as you felt Smoke gently push your legs apart, his length resting against your thighs. “If it gets too much, tell me.” He stated in a stern manner before sinking his cock into your sex.

The action was so fast that Stack failed to quiet your shaky moans that grew louder as his brother mercilessly pounded into your cunt. The sound of skin slapping in tandem with each other filled the room.

Strings of curses waterfalled from your mouth that made Stack laugh, he made a joke about having a dirty mouth for a pastor's kid; but you would have to appreciate it later when you're not about pass out from sheer pleasure.

“P…Please, Elijah…make me cum!”

Smoke's cock twitched inside you at brief the mention of his name, it was like a switch was flipped in his brain that made him speed up.

You were nearing the finish line of your inevitable high, with each thrust you were sure your vision was making you see dots. The final nail in the coffin was when the man leaned into your ear to say, “God I missed you…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as the satisfaction of both your orgasms washed over you, and a content sigh escaped your lips as Smoke removed himself from between your legs and there's a beat of almost comfortable silence in the air, “I meant that, by the way.” Smoke spoke up, trying to make himself look decent again.

“How we left you back then, it had nothing to do with you.” Stack continued for his brother, “We were…just protecting you in a way we thought would help back then.”

You listened to their explanations as you slipped back on your dress. “I didn't need protection, I just wanted the two of you to be there.”

“We're here now.”

Saw yall were dying over here on tumblr so I decided to chip in and finish this fic lol

Btw I can't promise that this is my comeback era

[unstoppableobjects]

some of my headcanons for the pitt:

- Robby is really outdoorsy and loves hiking. In fact, one of his favorite parts about living in Pittsburgh is all the trails in and around the city. He’s been to most of the national parks and used to really love to camp, but now in his “old age” prefers a cabin over a tent (much to the delight of Heather, who’s more of a Turks and Caicos than Yosemite kind of gal).

- Santos loves reality TV and there’s not a show on Bravo that she hasn’t seen or won’t watch. When she moved to Pittsburgh, she was most excited to go see the Abby Lee Dance Company from Dance Moms.

- Mel loves the rush of emergency medicine and the exciting variety of procedures she gets to perform, but her time in the ER teaches her how much she truly loves working with kids and getting to form lasting connections with patients. This ultimately leads her to become an obstetrician - and really damn good one!

(I love my princess pookie bear diva icon legend Dr. Mel and I want her to be on the show forever, but you can’t tell me that she wouldn’t just love and be the absolute best at delivering babies and being a compassionate advocate for expecting and postpartum moms)

- Frank is short for Fitzgerald.

- Mateo convinces Javadi to take a gap year after the end of this year to take some time off and have all the young dumb fun of early adulthood that she’s missed out on being the medical prodigy of overbearing doctor parents (of course, he’s right there with her as often as he can be, helping her make the most of her time off).

- Heather LOVES fashion. She’s got a Nordstrom credit card and reads British Vogue instead of American Vogue because she knows it’s better. Samira says her style is “quiet luxury” - Khaite, The Row, Celine. Sure, her time in finance practically necessitated that she have a familiarity with all the finer things in life (we see that Cartier necklace girl!), but she really loves the art and the craftsmanship behind luxury fashion. Once she went into medicine, her time spent out of scrubs became precious and she doesn’t want to spend a moment of it not as comfortable and pampered as she can possibly be.

- Heather is a major mentor and advocate for Samira, as she knows just how desperately important it is for a doctor to be thorough and stand up for marginalized patients in the way that Samira does. She hates how Robby takes his frustrations with Gloria and the hospital administration out on a doctor as competent as Samira, finding it especially hypocritical knowing how much he detests the way they view patients as numbers instead of people.

- In fact, addressing his internalized biases as a doctor becomes a major point of both tension as well as growth professionally (and personally!) for Robby and Heather, especially as she becomes an attending. She pushes him to confront and correct the blind spots he has around gender and race that can affect how he does his job. It’s not easy, but it makes them both become better leaders, physicians, and people.

- Princess was a travel nurse for a decade and has some absolutely unhinged stories from those years. Even Perlah, more often than not the only one who actually wants to hear them, has yet to get the full breadth of the Princess Lore™️.

- Whitaker was in the 4-H club for most of his life growing up. Santos finds out and teases him relentlessly for it.

- Both Dana and McKay have been with women before. Neither one ever brings it up, but they do sexual tension about it.

(I have more of these and honestly like a million headcanons for robbycollins alone, but lmk what you think. Maybe I’ll post more!)

[reavesluv]

Cameras

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x influencer fem!reader.

Summary: You and Paige are big figures in the internet, Paige just came out to the world as a lesbian and you've always been open about your sexuality. So your managers got a plan.

Fake dating + she plays hard to get

Part 1.

Part 2. “Moving to Dallas.”

notes: Im sorry if this is so bad i honestly have writers block right now 😔

You never thought a fake relationship could change your life in so many ways as it did now that you’re with Paige.

Honestly, Paige wasn’t so bad at all. You two shared a lot of time together while pretending to be lovers, it was actually fun.

Going together to a mall, date nights, park walks with your little Pomeranian called “Cherry.” – Which Paige loves, by the way.

“Cherry! Come here!” You screamed, running behind your dog.

“Y/N, is a damn park. She’s not gonna leave!” Paige screamed watching you run around.

“I don’t care, what if someone steals her?” You screamed back.

“Oh gosh.” She thought. “What did i do to get involved with this girl?”

Paige started running your way to make you stop chasing Cherry.

She was faster than you, obviously. So it wasn’t long until you felt her arms wrapped around your waist making you stop.

You were a little sweaty, trying to calm your breath. But she hugged you anyway.

“I promise you, she’s not gonna leave.” Paige said, wiping away your sweat with her hand.

“Fine.” You pouted. “But if she leaves, i’ll leave you.”

She laughed, amused at what you said. “Oh, you wouldn’t.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine, no. But anyway you’re gonna have to find her.”

She chuckled. “Okay, love.”

Oh, love.

Paige had no idea how much you actually cared about her, and she just loved to make all the “pretending” stuff so difficult for you.

“Come here and sit with me, we’ll take some pictures while Cherry plays around.” She adds.

“Okay, sure.” You answer, smiling at her like an idiot.

Being with Paige became more than just a “fake relationship.” But, you were not sure if it was only you, or if she felt the same way.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Now you were packing your things, your life, inside three suitcases to move to Dallas, literally the other fucking side of the country.

Draft night was pretty fun, Paige being number one overall pick was amazing, you couldn’t deny that you were really proud of her.

“Congrats, Paige.” You say. Standing up from the table you both were to give her a hug.

“Thanks, pretty.” She answered.

“You’re just teasing me.” You chuckled.

She got closer to your ear so no cameras could record what she was saying.

“Maybe, but is not difficult to pretend i’m not, right?” She said. And after that, she left the table to grab her Wings jersey.

It killed you the fact that Paige loved to pretend. Because that was what she was doing, just pretending.

The after party was worse, everyone blackout drunk, messing around other people. And Paige was definitely one of them.

“Fuck Y/N, you look insanely gorgeous tonight.” She says, getting closer to you. She smelled so much like alcohol you could tell she was not in her five senses.

“Thank you Paige, but you’re too drunk to think.”

“Am i? Naaaahh.” She took another sip of her drink. “Bet you love pretending to be with me.”

“What?” You asked, curious.

“Yeah, don’t lie to me Y/N. I know you love to walk around while everyone thinks i fuck you.”

“Is not like that, Paige.”

“Isn’t it?” She said wrapping an arm around your waist. “Because we could stop pretending and you should let me fuck you.”

Your heart started beating so fast, you didn’t know what to say or do.

“Paige–” You took a deep breath. “I’m taking you home.”

She smirked. “Oh really, now?”

“Yeah, but is not like that. You’re too drunk, and you’re not even gonna remember this tomorrow.”

“Come one, baby. You know you want to.”

Fuck, it was really so difficult for you.

“Whatever Paige, but not tonight.” You ended.

She pouted at you. “Can i at least get a kiss? So the cameras can have a little pic of us going around, y’know.”

Your heart was beating so fast you thought it would explode. “Ye–ah.?” You tried to answer.

And that was it.

She kissed you. Like she loved you.

And you knew she didn’t.

Next morning, she didn’t remember. Neither of you saw pictures.

So she never knew she kissed you.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

“Do i really have to?” You ask Lena.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But yes, if you wanna keep up with all of this, you need to move in with her.”

“I didn’t expect you would tell me to move in when she got drafted!”

“Well it was obvious, wasn’t it?”

“No.”

Paige was already in Dallas, waiting for you.

You had to text her to tell her the new plan your managers came up with, she didn’t seem bothered by it.

Paige, i have to move in with you, did you hear?

Yeah, Louis told me

You okay with that?

Yeah, i guess we can work it out

Okay, i’ll be on the first plane to dallas tomorrow morning

Alright, i’ll see you then

You weren’t ready, like, why would you be ready to move in with someone you’re not even dating, and worse, in the other side of the country?

The plane landed on dallas. You were not a texas type of girl, so everything was going to change.

Some of the stuff and furniture you had to bring with you from LA was in another plane, so you had to wait for it.

Paige, i’m in texas!

That’s good Y/N, i’m heading to the airport right now

Okay, thank you

see you there, love

Your eyes brightened when you saw her. In a slick back ponytail, nike dunks and baggy jeans.

“Heeey.” You said.

“Hey, welcome to our new city.” She answered.

You chuckled and hugged her softly. “Is it good in here?”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “Just a bit hot, though.” she laughed.

You both chuckled. Paige noticed you had a worried look on your face, so she held your hand softly.

“We’ll make this work Y/N. We complement each other.”

“Yeah, i know.” You sighed. “I just really miss California.”

She chuckled. “Hey, but at least you have me.”

You chuckled back. “You’re right. I’m here, but with you.”

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finally part 2, i’m so sorry, im a lazy writer 🤓

tags! @niya500

[zepskies]

Oooh I've been hearing so much about this and I'm so excited to dive into another Beau series, let alone more omegaverse from you!! 😍😍

And oh God, you're really dropping us right into the action with this opener. Running away from a psycho killer??

A predator hunting it’s prey knowing it was now or never.

Maybe it was from the pain, the fear, whatever drug that fucker in the park had stabbed in your neck. Your stomach cramped and you winced at the flush wave of warmth that rippled. Fuck, your heat was three months early on top of it? This was not an adrenaline rush. Something was severely wrong.

She was drugged, her heat's come early, and she's being surrounded by what seems like a bunch of feral-like alphas? I'm starting to desperately look for Beau now. 😬😬😬

And they're a gang trafficking omegas? Dear lord, she really stepped in it today!! 🫣

“I need an ambulance at 947 Main Street. Female omega going into some kind of exacerbated heat. Looks to have other injuries,” said a strong voice, a handsome face and green eyes to match appearing above you. Your body tensed when you smelled him. All Alpha, so fucking delicious but so…White hot pain exploded behind your eyes as his scent consumed you, the man cursing into a cellphone. “Yes, that’s her screaming. It’s the heat. What could…”

Awwww hell yeah, there he is!! 😏

Two fingers grazed over your bonding gland, the man looking at you with serious eyes as you gripped his wrist.

Something tells me this is the moment they both realize they're meant to be mates. 🤭 What a fun and romantic "meet cute"! 😂

It grew and grew as the strange man wrapped his arms around you, letting you squeeze his body in a death grip. “Shh, breathe. Try to breathe through it for me. That’s it. Just breathe. I got you.”

Oooh my God, I'm so scared for her! What did he just inject into her?? Hopefully something to counteract whatever trailer park guy did. 😭

I sighed, giving her a simple nod. “Autopsy on previous vics shows off the charts levels of heat inducers and heat markers in the bloodstream. We got some big wig doctor at the university hospital to look at the data. Cassie, he keeps them in a never ending heat for anywhere from two to three weeks until their hearts literally stop from the exertion.”

Holy shit, this is horrible. I'm so glad Beau saved her before she was caught 😭

“I’m not leaving.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, Emily straightening her own back in response. “Don’t pull your Alpha crap. I. Am. Staying.”

lol it's like she wants to get herself in trouble. I get that she doesn't want to let fear rule her, but maybe she should listen to her dad when there's a literal serial killer on the loose. 😂 But I love the dynamic of stubborn daughter and equally stubborn/protective Alpha father Beau. And I'm honestly relieved that she ultimately agreed to go to Seattle for a couple of days. 😅

“No!” Her scent flashed with fear she couldn’t hide, eyes darting back and forth between you and your stubborn Alpha. “We’re going to leave her here, in that chair, and that’s it. Okay? Ma’am, I’m sorry for him. He’s in a bad mood because I was attacked and he doesn’t let shit like that go.”

omg this is a huge twist!! When she says her alpha, is she already mated to this guy? 😲

However, love that she told him to back off of Jenny. She really is just trying to do her job. ❤️

You frowned, looking at your lap. “Okay. Is that man your Alpha?” You shook your head. “Boyfriend?” You couldn’t hide your snort, Beau humming. “He was putting out some major signals in his scent.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, staring out the window.

Ah ok, my rom-com heart is relieved lolol. But another great twist! Finally Beau (and us readers) is gonna get the story here with these two. What an exciting, action-packed opener! Rich with so many worldbuilding details, omegaverse science, a serial killer on the loose, and a mysterious reader. Consider me freakin' hooked, Michelle!!

Primal (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is out for a simple run in the streets of Helena, Montana when she's attacked. After making her escape, she runs into Sheriff Beau Arlen who knows she's his first lead on catching a killer. But there's something more to her than meets the eye...

Primal Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Beau Arlen x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,600ish

Warnings: language, angst, violence, drugging, serial killers, death, kidnapping, mention of human trafficking

A/N: Here we go! I'm so excited to finally be sharing this one with you guys! It's got action, drama, romance, familial relationships all tucked under the pretty bow of ABO! This series follows the events of Big Sky season 3. This series is told in split POV between multiple characters.

Reader POV

Run. Keep running. You breathed hard as you sprinted through the park gates and down the sidewalk. You wanted to desperately look back but you weren’t about to be that idiot that tripped and fell that you’d make fun of during a horror movie.

Oh god, the sympathy you now had for those poor people. Running away from a psychopath was harder than it looked. Clichés were clichés for a reason, right? 

The air in your lungs burned as you kept running, searching for anyone that could help. But of fucking course the construction on Main meant a detour that had made the far side of town far, far quieter than it should have been. Footsteps still pounded pavement behind you. Loud. Threatening.

A predator hunting it’s prey knowing it was now or never.

Summoning the last bit of adrenaline in your wrecked body, you ran full speed where a ditch lay in the dug up road, a wide one exposing sewage lines and bundles of cables all underneath the thick asphalt above. 

You kicked off with one foot in the air, pushing yourself off the edge and propelling yourself forward to the other side. Hot pain hit your shin as it scraped broken road but you rolled away to solid ground, staring back at your pursuer as they came to a skidded halt on the other side of the ditch.

Part of you wanted to gloat that you’d made the jump and he was too chicken shit to even try. But another part very quickly understood why he’d hesitated, why he was turning tail and running back towards the park.

You’d jumped right in front of the infamous faded green building with a piss yellow name stamped over the doorway. Stormy’s Bar. 

You hadn’t been in town long but you knew this was not good. Very, very not good. Quickly, there were about six different Alpha’s coming outside, their noses twitching as they caught your scent.

You scrambled to your feet, body fiercely cold and drenched in sweat all at once. Maybe it was from the pain, the fear, whatever drug that fucker in the park had stabbed in your neck. Your stomach cramped and you winced at the flush wave of warmth that rippled. Fuck, your heat was three months early on top of it? This was not an adrenaline rush. Something was severely wrong.

Standing there for a beat you caught your breath as the cramp passed, skin prickling as the group of Alpha’s approached like you might run off if they startled you. Shit, shit, shit.

“Smells ripe,” mumbled one, your eyes drifting to his neck and spotting a tattoo that made you physically recoil. Omega Tamer. More like gang member that was less than ten seconds away from taking what he wanted.

First some crazy man grabs you and stabs you with a syringe, than you run into a gang known for trafficking omegas? Whoever said running was good for your health was so full of shit.

You didn’t wait around for them to make a move and ran down the street, jumping over a temporary construction barricade and another, leaving them behind. You could hear them follow but it went quiet when you finally saw foot traffic appear on the sidewalk again. The Alpha’s scent dissipated as you got further away and you fought off another wave of intense heat in your core. All you could focus on was some guy fifty feet ahead carrying a pizza walking over to a red truck.

His head whipped in your direction before you could even reach him, a cramp hitting you, sending you to the ground. A door opened nearby, someone stepping out from a bar. By the scent it was another Alpha. Great. A strange Alpha. Just what you needed mid-heat laying on the sidewalk.

“I need an ambulance at 947 Main Street. Female omega going into some kind of exacerbated heat. Looks to have other injuries,” said a strong voice, a handsome face and green eyes to match appearing above you. Your body tensed when you smelled him. All Alpha, so fucking delicious but so…White hot pain exploded behind your eyes as his scent consumed you, the man cursing into a cellphone. “Yes, that’s her screaming. It’s the heat. What could…”

Two fingers grazed over your bonding gland, the man looking at you with serious eyes as you gripped his wrist.

“Send me every available officer we have now. Hunter is in the area. North end of Main. I repeat, Hunter is in the area.” He grabbed your cheeks, getting right in your face, watching you choke on air you couldn’t get in your lungs. “I will be right back, sweetie. I’m not leaving you, understand? I need to get something to help.”

Your body shuddered when he left, the sky above you turning dusky, the faintest of pinks swirling in the deep blue sky. God, was this how you were going to die? Body on fire as you watched a brilliant sunset high above? Suddenly, his face was there again, a scared smile on his face, his scent triggering your heat further but tethering you back to earth for a split second.

“Be brave for me because this is going to hurt like hell.” You nodded once before a syringe hit your bonding gland for the second time tonight, his thumb pressed down on the plunger.

He was right. For a blistering a moment, all you knew was burning. Burning in your veins, fire in your guts, acid in your bones.

It grew and grew as the strange man wrapped his arms around you, letting you squeeze his body in a death grip. “Shh, breathe. Try to breathe through it for me. That’s it. Just breathe. I got you.”

In a blink, the fire consumed you and everything went cold.

Beau’s POV

“Good girl,” I murmured when she finally went lax in my arms, her broken body so hot to the touch. I gently rested her on the cooling sidewalk, grateful any warmth from the sun was long gone. I heard two different sets of sirens in the distance as the man from the entrance to the bar along with a few others gathered around. I snapped my fingers at a tall, if somewhat skinny, young Alpha that looked barely old enough to drink. “You. Go in the bar and ask if there’s a doctor. Now.”

The kid took off, the small crowd growing larger, a distinct correlation being made with the omegas and Alphas over twenty five versus the young bucks. 

“Any Alpha that’s been through rut before, get your ass back in that bar. Omegas, I highly suggest you go home.”

“What bout the rest of us?” asked a guy that smelled like Beta as I removed my jacket and tucked it under the head of the out cold omega on the ground.

“Damn, she’s in heat,” said a younger Alpha, his scent shifting so swiftly a group of omegas all went wide eyed. He took an instinctive step forward before one of the Beta’s grabbed his arm.

“Betas, you get the pups the fuck out of here before they all go into their first rut and escort the omegas to their vehicles. Now everybody clear out.” I knew my scent was wildly dangerous, a dark edge in my voice that had them all compiling, even to the Alphas that had decades on me.

“Jesus fuck,” said Jenny, pushing her way past the departing crowd, putting her arm over her nose. She stared at me and then the omega on the ground. “Arlen. Get away from her.”

I glared back, showing my teeth to her displeasure. “I’m fine, Hoyt.”

“I can smell her heat from three blocks away. You’re going to go into rut-”

“Hoyt! If I was going to go into rut, I would have done it when she smelled…” I trailed off, putting my hand to the flush omega’s forehead. “Her scent was worse before. I gave her a shot of Blaze.”

“Good thing for her you have a teenage omega.” Yeah, and thank God I’d picked up her prescription before grabbing pizza or this poor omega would be a dead woman walking. Jenny looked around before crouching near the woman’s head, putting her hand to the back of her cheek. I turned her neck gently, showing the red splotchy mark on the omegas neck.

We shared a look, Jenny’s gaze suddenly darting all around the street. I stared down at the omega breathing rapidly, eyes moving behind closed lids. 

“Stay with her. Where she goes, you go. I’m going after Hunter,” I said.

“Wait for backup,” she said as I stood, already turning towards the direction she ran from. I pointed at a patrol car that pulled up, jogging over to it. “Beau! Wait-”

“You watch her, I’ll…” My vision swam as I stared at my palm that was turning red. I tried to shake it away, blame it on being so close to an incredibly in heat omega. But I’d been around plenty of omegas before and never felt my body get hot like this, like…

“Beau!” Jenny rushed over when I lost my balance and fell down onto my side on the sidewalk. I watched two officers rush over to the omega, Jenny whipping her head around. “Do not touch her neck without gloves! She’s got heat inducer on her skin.”

“Jenny,” I said, tugging at my buttoned shirt, ripping it open, desperate to get to some cool air. “Fuck, I’m boiling. Jesus fuck. It’s so hot.”

“Sorry boss.” I barely flicked my eyes upwards in time to see an EMT standing over me with a syringe filled with blue liquid. 

“No, no I don’t need…” I couldn’t fight the wave of sedation that overwhelmed me, eyes fluttering closed before I could get out another word.

“Hey big guy.” I groaned, coming to on the sidewalk and noticing a hell of a lot more officers around. I pushed away the hand that reached for me and glanced at my watch. Huh. It’d only been five minutes but the omega was already gone, along with Jenny’s scent.

“What the hell are you doing here, Cassie?” I grumbled, sitting up and pouting. “Where the hell is my shirt?”

“You sort of tore it off, sheriff,” said an EMT from next to me. “The Rutcan did it’s job.”

“I wasn’t in fucking rut,” I snapped, too many voices going quiet around me. I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. “I’m forty three years old. Believe me. I’ve been having ruts for nearly twenty years. I know what they feel like and that…that wasn’t a rut.”

“Heat inducer in it’s rawest form has been known to have side effects on Alphas that can mimic…” The EMT shut his mouth as I glared. “You should probably go to the hospital just to be safe.”

“Pop,” I said, getting to my feet reluctantly with Cassie’s help. He appeared from near a SUV with a Helena PD t-shirt in hand. “This is why you’re my favorite employee.”

“I don’t think you can openly have favorites,” said Cassie, raising her brow. I frowned. 

“Blame it on the Rutcan,” I said, shoving the shirt on, looking around for my jacket. Screw it. It was probably at the hospital. “Cassie, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here but you need to go home. Now.”

“Uh, there’s only a million cop cars on the street. Jenny texted, said you needed help so of course I came.” I sighed, nodding as I checked my pockets, grateful all my gear was still there. “So what’s going on to make downtown look like the end of Die Hard?”

“Pop, status?” I asked, ignoring her. He shook his head, wincing when I didn’t bother to hide my curse. “What, he slipped out of the net?”

“Looks like from what we can tell is the omega got away from Hunter somehow further up the street.” My gaze drifted down the sidewalk to the last block where Stormy’s Bar sat beyond the construction area. “Think she came from there?”

“Those scumbags are twisted motherfuckers but they aren’t stupid enough to shit where they eat. It wasn’t them.” I ran a hand through my hair, putting my hands on my hips, both of them looking where I was. “She was in workout clothes and sneakers, had a smart watch on. My gut says she was running over at the park or near there and ran into Hunter in there.”

I spun around, both of them looking at each other. Cassie crossed her arms, biting her bottom lip. “Okay, putting aside the fact I still don’t know what is happening, why the hell would she be running in Cartridge Park? I thought it was permanently closed. The gates have been locked for months since that body was found…oh please don’t tell me what I think is happening is happening.”

“That we have a serial killer lose in Helena? Fine, I won’t tell you,” I said. Cassie smacked my arm. Hard. Pop pretended to take a call, leaving me along to rub my arm. “Cassie, I couldn’t tell you.”

“I’m one of your best friends! And I-”

“You were not in danger, neither was Noah,” I cut her off, her anger fading a sliver. “He only goes after female Omegas.”

“I thought that omega had a heart attack,” she dead panned. 

“...Not a natural one,” I mumbled, pulling her around the side of brick building to the side street, Cassie’s face hard. “Cassie, I cannot have a public panic. You know that. Swear you keep this quiet.”

“Fine. But you’re telling me everything starting with how many victims have there been so far.” 

“Seven.” She tilted her head like she heard me wrong. God, I wish I was. “He has a type. Female omega. Age range is pretty big. Youngest was twenty two, oldest forty seven. Single. Recently moved to town. He started with the older ones first so we didn’t even realize until two vics ago that these weren’t heart attacks in seemingly healthy women. We think he got annoyed with us and made it obvious.”

“Okay but that woman they just took to the hospital, she was in heat.” I breathed deeply, rubbing my temple. “Heat inducers can cause a heart attack?”

“No, they can’t.” I crossed my arms, tilting my head back to stare at the darkening sky above. Here I thought I’d be halfway through a slice of meat lovers pizza and watching Love Is Blind with Em right now. “Basic sex ed. An omega’s heat passes either naturally with time or by mating. Heat inducers help omegas with hormone issues stay on a regular schedule, right?”

Cassie leaned back against the brick wall, her eyes closing in realization. “He gives them the heat inducer to force a heat to slow them down and grab them. Then he keeps giving it to them.”

I sighed, giving her a simple nod. “Autopsy on previous vics shows off the charts levels of heat inducers and heat markers in the bloodstream. We got some big wig doctor at the university hospital to look at the data. Cassie, he keeps them in a never ending heat for anywhere from two to three weeks until their hearts literally stop from the exertion.”

“He doesn’t need to restrain them,” she said, my head nodding. “The heat turns their own bodies into prisons.”

“And he watches them suffer. For fun. He put a note on the last girl telling us so. That is who we are chasing and that omega at the hospital is the first real lead we have.” She glanced down the quieter street, making a face.

“Does Emily know?” I pursed my lips, looking away and beyond at the darkening mountains beyond. If we didn’t catch Hunter and soon, he could easily slip away into the forest or hills. Damn it, I should have pout on gloves before I touched that omega’s neck. I knew about the heat inducer. Stupid, stupid. If someone else got hurt- “Beau. Does she know?”

“She’s not even capable of getting a heat for at least a few more years.” Cassie eyed me up and down, looking right through me. “...She’s known for a few months.”

Cassie gritted her teeth, breathing deeply to calm down. “Do you think she’s in danger?” I scoffed.

“After all the shit that happened last year, fuck yes I think she’s in danger. Constantly. But I can’t get her to go down to her mother’s. She’s a stubborn as hell seventeen year old.”

“Is an officer keeping tabs on her?” 

“Who’s the cop here, Cassie? There’s always one within fifty feet of her which has earned me a whole lot of brownie points.” I tilted my head, Cassie sighing. “You really think she’s a target?”

“I was headed down to Seattle to visit my sister next week…I could do that early, take Em with us if you want. Give you some peace of mind.”

“I don’t want to go to Seattle.” My head whipped around fast, eyes wide when I saw Emily approaching with a very remorseful looking Officer Jergens. I started for him, Emily cutting me off. “You said all hands on deck and I told him you’d fire him if you didn’t show up. Whoops.”

“You and I are going to talk,” I said to the officer, his head nodding quickly. My gaze turned on Emily, her eyes narrowed. “And you? You’re getting out of town until this situation is resolved. End of story.”

“I’m not even able to have a heat for a few more years. I don’t fit the victim profile at all.”

“You’re the Sheriff’s daughter though,” said Cassie before I could respond. Emily frowned, Cassie taking a few steps towards her. “This guy is bad news, Em. It doesn’t matter if you’re presented fully or not. He might not care about that or he might try to use you to get to your dad.”

“I’m not leaving.” I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, Emily straightening her own back in response. “Don’t pull your Alpha crap. I. Am. Staying.”

“Would you back me up?” I said, Cassie shrugging. “Cassandra. You’re a parent. Talk to her.”

“Emily, I’m booking Noah and me a flight for the morning. You are more than welcome to come to Seattle with us. Beau…maybe she wants to stay because something bad happened to her last year and she wants to face it this time, not let it rule her life…or yours.” 

“Some friend you are,” I grumbled, crossing my arms, Emily doing the same. I stared her down, Emily giving it right back. Damn stubborn child. “Emily-”

“Two days. Then I’m flying home. Got it?” she said. I exhaled slowly, her face softening at the relaxation in mine. “Be fucking careful, dad.”

“Thank you,” I said, kissing her temple. “Now Officer Jergens is going to take you out wherever you want for dinner and then take you home to pack.” I gave him my attention, Jergens swallowing thickly. “Anything happens to her, they won’t be able to find pieces of you. Understand?”

“Yes sir,” he said, Cassie giving me a smile. 

“Come on, Em. As long as Jergens is paying, lets go grab Noah and go all out,” she said. My officer sighed, getting them both out of there as my phone rang.

“Arlen,” I answered.

“Sheriff, this is Dr. Olson at County Memorial. We were asked to give you an update on the omega that came in.”

“Yes, you’re that specialist we’ve been working with,” I said, heading back up the sidewalk where my officers were scattered all over the street, some talking to people, others doing a gride search. “Is she still alive?”

“Yes, the Blaze you gave her slowed the heat inducer. She had a very atypical reaction to the inducer. We can’t be positive until we get results back but we belive your Hunter suspect has increased the dosage which causes additional strain on the omega. We gave her a high dose of heat stopper in the ER which pulled her out of it. She was being moved to a room to rest but…” I could hear him move around, footfalls against linoleum. “We can’t seem to find her.”

“Excuse me?” I shook my head. “I sent a detective with her. Jenny Hoyt. Blonde, always wears a leather jacket-”

“We can’t find her either.” 

“Lock that hospital down now,” I said, snapping my fingers at Pop and a trio of officers he was talking to. “County Memorial. The victim and Hoyt are missing.”

Reader POV

You woke up with a headache and the taste of cinnamon in your mouth. You sat up from the stretcher you laid on, spitting onto the linoleum floor. 

“Fucking Blaze,” you grumbled, holding a hand to your head as you looked around. You jumped as you realized the room you were in, eyes wide as the door opened. “The morgue? Really?”

“I improvised.” You spotted a familiar face, relaxing slightly. He turned his head the same direction as you when you heard a grunt. Your eyes landed on a blonde woman taped to an office chair in the corner, a sticky piece of medical tape over her mouth. She looked between the two of you, her eyebrows raising. “Can you walk?”

“I don’t know,” you said, swinging your legs off the table. You touched the ground, legs wobbling hard before you started to go down. A strong arm wrapped around your waist, helping you back up on the stretcher. “Do you know what they gave me?”

“Some kind of heat stopper I’m guessing,” he said, going into a room off to the side, returning with two pairs of new blue scrubs. “Change.”

He stripped down to his boxer briefs and had his pants up by the time you managed to reach behind and pull off the tie on the back of your gown. 

“You didn’t happen to find a bra back there, did you?” you joked as he went to your back, pulling away the gown from behind. He dropped a bra in your lap, catching your smile over your shoulder. “Always the boy scout.”

You got your arms through the loops, his large fingers attaching the clasp in the back before he helped to tug your scrub shirt. 

“What are you going to do with her?” you asked. He came around to your front and knelt down, pulling up your pants and shoving a pair of cheap sneakers on your feet. His gaze darkened as he looked past you. You touched a hand to his cheek, a waft of angry hormones coming off him. “She’s just doing her job.”

“She’ll know our faces,” he said, standing again, putting his own tee on. He reached under the stretcher and pulled out a backpack, releasing a gun and holster from the front pocket. He tucked it in his waistband before tossing it on the stretcher. “You. Alpha girl.”

You watched him go to her, lean down in her angry face with a lifted chin.

“Listen very carefully. I did not hurt her tonight. End of story,” he said, pointing back at you. “I will die before I let something happen to her and I’m going to beat myself up over what happened this evening for a very long time so I can guarantee that doesn’t happen again. Go hunt down who did this to her and I will keep her safe. If you come looking for us, you jeopardize her. I will kill anyone who does that. Am I clear?”

The blonde woman’s gaze travelled over to you, eyes snapping back when he grabbed her chin.

“Do not come after us.” You rolled your eyes, shifting on the stretcher, rubbing out your thigh and hoping to get some feeling back in it.

“Don’t be a dickhead. Let go of her. Now.” He grumbled but listened, her eyes softening when you gave her a half-there smile. “I promise he’s not holding me against my will. It’s complicated is all.”

He turned around, putting his hands on his hips. “You think that’s going to make her think I’m not the guy who attacked you?”

“Oh, she already knows that. Anyone could smell your protective Alpha shit all over this room. All she’s trying to do is figure out what’s going on so like I said, back off of the police officer.” He breathed hard, closing his eyes like he often did when you frustrated him. 

“Fine. We’ll toss her in a morgue drawer.”

“No!” Her scent flashed with fear she couldn’t hide, eyes darting back and forth between you and your stubborn Alpha. “We’re going to leave her here, in that chair, and that’s it. Okay? Ma’am, I’m sorry for him. He’s in a bad mood because I was attacked and he doesn’t let shit like that go.”

“Don’t apologize for me,” he said, pushing you to lie back on the stretcher. 

“Don’t be a dick and I won’t have to.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed a sheet from a nearby table. “You really think you can roll me out of here?”

“I think you let me figure that out. Now be quiet and don’t move.” He tossed the sheet over top of you and tucked the backpack between your legs, the stretcher moving somewhere. You tried to stay calm, eyes squeezed shut. 

“Sh,” he murmured, reaching over top of the sheet and squeezing your hand for a fleeting moment. “Ninety seconds and we’ll be in the car nice and safe. Just breathe nice and slow for me.”

You didn’t answer as he turned down a corner, a tiny flash of annoyance in his scent you recognized instantly. Crap.

“Sir, the hospital’s in lockdown,” said a new voice. You caught two new scents. Double crap. 

“Shit man, can’t I just get this body outside? The funeral home should be here any minute to pick it up. My boss’ll kill me if I fuck up and make them wait again,” said the Alpha, his grip on the stretcher tightening. 

“Sorry sir but no exceptions.” You swallowed, feeling a hand tug the end of the stretcher near your feet. “We’d be more than happy to turn over the body to the funeral home for you.”

“Nah man, I can’t do that. No offense but I can’t let a body go unattended. Appreciate it though,” he said. You felt him try to tug you backwards, the hand on the other end of the cart tugging it back. 

“What’s the rush? I’m sure this’ll clear up in a minute.”

“You want to leave a dead body in a seventy degree hallway? Man, my boss would really kill me then,” he chuckled, the tension in the air rising. “I got to get it back to cold storage.”

“Lift up the sheet.” Two seconds later you were on the ground, the stretcher tipped over by who you didn’t know. You blinked, a strong arm around your waist, yours instinctively finding the backpack and bringing it to your chest. You could see they were hospital security guards, one with their hands raised, the other with his hand on his holster.

“Don’t do it,” you said to the guard, seeing an arm outstretched, glock in hand in your periphery. 

“I’d listen to her,” said the Alpha holding you up. The guard debated before holding his hands up.

“The cops are already on their way,” said the guard as they both got on the ground.

“No shit,” said the Alpha, dragging you with him and out the door. Your legs were still weak but you could stumble along with his help. 

“I ever tell you how good you are at making friends?” you said when the door outside shut behind you. He scoffed, finding a piece of plastic from some kind of tray on the ground and shoving it under the door, jamming it, at least for long enough to get away.

“I’m amazing at making friends,” he said, bending and scooping you up bridal style. “I thought I told you to stay quiet.”

“I got to keep you on your toes,” you said. He jogged as fast as he could with you for the parking lot, cursing when two black and whites sped through the lot entrance in the distance. “Company.”

“I see them.” You both froze when a gunshot rang out from nearby. 

“Put her on the ground.” You leaned your head back, wide eyed when you recognized the Alpha from the sidewalk.

“You’re the guy that gave me Blaze on the street.” Your eyes drifted lower, spotting the badge on his hip. Your gaze travelled back up, his gun aimed at the Alpha carrying you. Your eyes met the Alpha’s green ones, a reassurance to them. “Thank you for everything but you need to let us leave.”

“He can’t hurt you anymore,” said the cop. You looked away and up at the Alpha that held you as you were set down. 

“What the hell-” you mumbled, his arms holding you upright.

“Make a run for the car. It’s one row back on the left. I’ll hold him off. You know what to do,” he whispered against your ear. “Now.”

You didn’t even make it a step when you fell forward without his support. He reached for you instinctively, the cop taking advantage and tackling him straight to the ground. The glock went scattering from the Alpha’s waistband on the pavement as all three of you went down.

You flinched when the cop punched him square in the jaw, the two wrestling as you slowly tried to inch yourself towards the black sedan in the distance.

But it was too late. More cop cars flooded the lot, there were at least three hospital guards surrounding the two men fighting on the ground and you backed straight into an officer’s legs.

“You’re okay, ma’am. You’re okay,” he said as you locked eyes with your friend as he got cold clocked in the face. The cop rolled away and there were multiple guns aimed at the Alpha on the ground breathing hard. “He won’t hurt you.”

“Stop!” you shouted as someone kicked him in the ribs, rolling him to put him in cuffs. You wracked your brain, squeezing your eyes. “Beau! Beau Arlen, right?”

“Yes,” said the green eyed Alpha, voice gentle as he came over to you, kneeling down. “I’m surprised you remember. It’s all going to be alright now. He can’t hurt you. He is going far away-”

“The fuck he is,” snarled an angry voice. You swallowed when the blonde cop, Jenny Hoyt you’d thought her name was, stormed over with tape stuck to the sleeves of her jacket. She leered down at you, venom in her eyes. “Neither is she. She’s fucking working with that guy.”

“You’re wrong. She’s clearly…” trailed off Beau when you looked away. His heated gaze didn’t leave your skin, his gaze drifting over to the cuffed Alpha, surely catching the look of concern you shared. “Did that man over there attack you tonight?”

“No,” you sighed, closing your eyes. “No, whoever that was is still out there.”

Beau looked you up and down again when you managed to face him, biting his bottom lip. “I want these two brought into the station for questioning. Hoyt, Pop, go back to the manhunt. Ellis, Berks. Take him to interrogation A. Discretely. I’ll follow with her. I need to have a word alone with our new friend here first.”

You swallowed as he came around behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other taking your backpack and slinging it over his shoulder. He walked you away from the commotion slowly, letting you take your time on your shaky legs. Everything in your head said you had to get away from him but something about his scent had you trusting him. Maybe if you played along, you could get the Alpha out of police custody before they realized what had happened.

“So,” said Beau two seconds after sliding in behind the wheel of his truck. You reluctantly sat in the passenger one, swallowing as you watched the other cars leave the lot. “Let’s start with the basics. What’s your name?”

You frowned, looking at your lap. “Okay. Is that man your Alpha?”

You shook your head.

“Boyfriend?” You couldn’t hide your snort, Beau humming.

“He was putting out some major signals in his scent.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said, staring out the window.

“Either you tell me what the hell is going on or I’m going to have to charge him with kidnapping, assault on an officer-”

“Then charge him. Now as far as I see, I’m the victim. You can’t know that I wasn’t playing along with him back in that morgue just to survive. So charge me or let me go.” Beau licked his lips, smirking. “What?”

“That being held against your will doesn’t really work when you were on your own earlier tonight and your man was so adamant about not being your attacker. I saw it in the way we fought. He wasn’t concerned about winning. He was buying time for you. So. Let’s try this again. Tell me your name.”

“And what do I get if I do?” He scoffed. “I’ll make you a deal. You don’t put my guy in the system and we’ll tell you everything. Only you.”

“You got a deal.”

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A/N: Part 2 is coming 5/18!

[joaosnovia]

heyyy, hope ur doing great! Soo I had this crazy and random idea about a cubarsi x reader, the reader is hector’s twin sister and lamine’s best friend. For the plot I was thinking that Hector and Pau have been playing a lot of matches but are also stressed cause their school exams are coming up and everything is a bit tense. And at some point the team and some of the wags organise a bqq and after they eat and have fun they sit around the outside fire pit and Cuba and hector who are sleep deprived fall asleep using the reader as a pillow, Pau’s head on her lap and hector’s on her shoulder, and lamine is staring at the two for a while and the rest of the teams asks him about it and he admits that he is worried about his best friends being so stressed but he is also proud because they both have been playing extremely well as defenders despite their age. Really pure fluff and Lamine being worried. Really appreciate ur work and talent keep up the great work ❤️❤️❤️

❦ - mis chicos.

warnings:: cussing I THINK..? angst if you squint and also comfort

pairings:: twin!hector x reader , situationship!pau x reader , friend!lamine x reader

writers notes:: sigh i’m posting this after my first gcse… english lit. i wanna SOB bro it was the worst but shoutout to macbeth ❤️. anywho! enjoy, this is rushed asf 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @mariejuli

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you’d been watching it happen for days.

hector walking through the house like a ghost, textbooks in one hand, his boots in the other. pau answering texts at 2am, the read receipts timestamped way too late for someone with morning training. both of them running on energy drinks and adrenaline, trying to balance being fc barcelona starters and passing their exams like their lives depended on it.

you’d tried to check in, multiple times.

‘bro,’ you said to hector one night, watching him eat cereal for dinner while reviewing anatomy flashcards. ‘maybe sleep? like just a lil nap?’

he’d barely looked up. ‘no time.’

pau was the same. texting you and lamine in the group chat like:

‘chemistry exam tmrw. if i fail i’m changing identities. wish me luck.’
‘also who has the notes from ethics. i think i was unconscious during that class.’

and lamine, bless him, was so worried. not in a loud way. but in a quiet, watching everything kind of way. you’d catch him frowning when pau forgot to tie his laces, or when hector stared blankly at his locker for two minutes straight.

so when one of the older players suggested a bbq to ‘clear the air’ after a rough week of training, everyone jumped on it. wags included. someone offered a garden, someone else offered food, and suddenly the group chat was on fire with emoji spam and location pins.

you were mostly excited for a moment to breathe. for all of them to relax.

especially your boys.

the bbq had been chaos, in the best way.

someone (you were 99% sure it was ferran) set off the smoke alarm twice, the playlist was full of early 2010s throwbacks, and someone brought water guns, which turned into a full war between the midfielders and the defenders.

and through it all, you’d been watching your boys.

hector had finally relaxed a little, laughing when someone made fun of his haircut and letting go of his notes for the first time in days. pau was smiling again, actually smiling, not the tight tired one he’d been faking all week.

and lamine? he was hovering. not in a weird way, just always near. watching, checking, protecting. it was kinda cute, honestly.

now the sun had dipped low, and everyone had migrated to the fire pit in the garden. blankets were thrown over laps, half-eaten marshmallows forgotten, the music soft now. just vibes. glowy and golden.

you were sitting in the middle of the bench seat, hoodie zipped up, legs pulled close.

pau had dropped beside you with a dramatic sigh, mumbling something about being so full he might explode, then somehow… just stayed there. head eventually resting in your lap, eyes fluttering shut mid convo.

hector followed not long after, yawning like a baby lion and flopping down with his head on your shoulder, mumbling ‘you smell like smoke and perfume’ before fully passing out.

you blinked down at them.

two fully grown, exhausted footballers using you as a human pillow. you were literally a cubarsí sandwich.

lamine plopped down on the ground across from you, a marshmallow stick still in his hand. he was staring at them, brows a little furrowed, lips pressed in that way he did when he was thinking hard.

you caught his eye. raised a brow.

‘what?’ you mouthed.

he hesitated… then the others noticed too.

iñigo leaned forward, voice low. ‘lamine. you good? you look like you’re watching a movie or something.’

lamine looked at the two boys, your brother and your maybe something (he wasn’t your boyfriend, but also… he was). then back at you.

‘they’ve just… been through a lot,’ he said finally, his voice softer than usual. ‘and no one really talks about it. how hard it is. being that young, playing at that level. then having to study for a physics exam like it’s nothing.’

you smiled gently, brushing your fingers through pau’s hair without thinking. ‘they’re trying so hard.’

‘yeah,’ lamine nodded. ‘and i’m so proud of them. i just don’t say it enough.’

the others went quiet for a moment. even the fire popped at the right time, like it knew this was something that needed to be said.

pure softness. pure love.

and as hector snored lightly against your shoulder and pau mumbled something in his sleep about ‘don’t forget the flashcards’, you leaned your head back, warm inside and out.

your boys were safe. lamine was watching over them. and for once, just for tonight, the world could slow down a little.

the fire had burned low, the air crisp with the last breaths of warmth from the embers. your legs were falling asleep under the weight of pau sprawled in your lap, and you couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful everything felt now.

hector, on the other hand, had been using your shoulder as his personal pillow for the last little while. his head was still resting there, and his breathing was steady until, of course, he shifted slightly and mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep.

‘mm… what time is it?’

you chuckled softly, adjusting yourself to make sure you weren’t crushing pau. ‘it’s late, i think. everyone else is inside by now.’

hector blinked up at you, looking a little groggy. his hand rubbed at his eyes, and his head flopped back onto your shoulder with a quiet sigh. ‘guess i really fell asleep on you, huh?’ he mumbled, voice muffled by your hoodie.

‘you’ve been running on empty for days,’ you teased, nudging his shoulder. ‘you needed it.’

hector grinned sleepily, his lips pulling into a lazy smile. ‘yeah, maybe... i’m just glad i have a sister like you to nap on.’

you laughed quietly, your hand brushing through his hair, trying not to wake pau. ‘well, someone has to be the pillow, right?’

hector’s smile softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you really looked at you, like he was seeing you for the first time in a while. the tiredness in his eyes was still there, but there was something else too. something softer. ‘you’ve been here for me through everything, huh?’ he said quietly. ‘even when i don’t deserve it.’

your heart swelled at the sound of his voice the vulnerability in it. ‘always, hector. you’re my brother. no matter how stressed you get or how many exams you have, i’m here. always.’

he smiled again, leaning his head into your shoulder once more. ‘i don’t say it enough, but i’m really glad you’re my twin.’

you rested your cheek on his head, laughing softly. ‘i’m glad you’re my twin too, idiot.’

just then, pau stirred in your lap. he groaned and rubbed his eyes, half awake. ‘are you two seriously having a moment while i’m stuck here?’ he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

you shot him a playful look. ‘you literally fell asleep in my lap, pau. don’t act like i’m the one being dramatic.’

pau just blinked at you, his head still a little groggy as he sat up. ‘fine, fine. i’m not complaining. you’re comfy,’ he grinned, looking at hector, then back at you.

hector chuckled, but before he could say anything, lamine approached the bench, standing a little behind you and observing the scene quietly.

you caught his gaze, and for a second, his eyes softened. he leaned against the back of the bench, his arms crossed, as he took in the sight of you, your twin, and pau.

‘you alright?’ you asked him gently, feeling his concern without him having to say a word.

lamine hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to hector, then back to you. ‘yeah. i’m just… thinking.’

‘about what?’ you asked, offering him a gentle smile.

he ran a hand through his hair, then shrugged. ‘about them. about hector and pau. they’re really putting so much into their games right now, but no one really talks about how stressed they are off the field. no one sees that part.’

you nodded slowly, understanding where he was coming from. ‘yeah, they’re both carrying a lot. i think they just don’t know how to stop pushing themselves.’

‘i see it,’ lamine said softly, his gaze now focused on hector, who was leaning into you with his eyes half closed. ‘and it makes me proud. they’re both playing so well despite everything. but it’s like... they’re too hard on themselves sometimes.’

you smiled, your heart warming at the thought of how much lamine cared about your brother and pau. ‘they don’t show it, but they appreciate you looking out for them.’

lamine’s eyes softened at that, and for a moment, you felt a deeper understanding pass between you two. it wasn’t just about being there for hector or pau; it was about the three of you watching out for each other.

just as the moment settled in, hector let out a small yawn, his head lifting slightly as he looked at lamine. ‘you good?’ he asked, still groggy but clearly aware of his best friend’s quiet mood.

lamine blinked and gave a small nod. ‘yeah, just making sure you’re both alright.’

you smiled at that. lamine’s loyalty to your brother was something you’d always admired, even if he was a little shy about showing it.

pau, now fully awake, stretched and groaned. ‘i need to get up before my back dies,’ he muttered, standing up and shaking his legs out.

hector gave him a lazy wave. ‘go ahead, old man. stretch it out.’

pau threw a playful glare his way, then nudged you as he started to walk inside. ‘you gonna leave them to be all cutetogether, or are you coming?’

you laughed softly, feeling the warmth of the fire on your skin. ‘in a minute.’

pau rolled his eyes but gave you a small smile before heading inside.

and as the fire died down even further, you sat there with lamine and hector, a quiet calm falling over the three of you. you didn’t need to say anything more, not right now.

you were all just together. and for the first time in a while, it felt like everything would be okay.

[factual-fantasy]

26 asks! Thank you! :}}} 🪲

Oh absolutely I do. That's why I always ask before drawing anyone's OCs, or using/modifying their original meme templates, or anything of the sort. Friends and strangers alike.

And same goes for AU ideas. In the past I've seen a really cool idea for an AU and tracked down the OP and asked if I could incorporate their idea into my AU as well. I do my very best to do this for other artists because its what I wish people would do for me.👍👍

I have a master post for all my Octonauts artwork here. 👍

@ripchaos69

I'm really proud of/pleased with how this fairy piece came out! :DD

I also really like how this pixelated cat came out! :)

I was very pleased with how WALL-E cam out in this piece!

I also think this is one of the best drawings of Optimus I've ever done! :))

Even if I knew the answer, that's probably not something I should share online anyways is it?

@mothpendragon

I remember not liking him at all the first time I watched the show. But now watching it a second time years later, I think he's really not that bad. :0 In fact I don't know why I disliked him so much back then.

There are some parts about his character that annoy me. But most of that either is good character writing or isn't his fault. I don't like how immature he tends to be, but of course he's immature. He's still basically just a kid who hasn't experienced much of this war.

And when things get rough, he really straightens out and tries his best to be serious and obedient. Which is very nice to see.

Another thing that I don't like is how the phase shifter was kind'a overused. It became his signature weapon that he used to bail him out of everything. Smokescreen has demonstrated that he's actually pretty clever and slick, it would have been fun to see him trick or outsmart the cons more often instead of just using the phase shifter to save his aft every time. But again, this is not Smokescreens fault at all. Its the writers fault for making his use it so much.

And lastly, something that really made me like Smokescreen was the whole thing that happened with Optimus nearly dying. Smokescreen freaking out at the prospect of becoming a Prime felt really real. Instead of being honored and having and having an inflated ego like I thought he might for some reason- he was terrified.

And him panicking and using the forge to repair Optimus last second felt very real. I could really understand how Smokescreen must have felt, wanting to follow Optimus's orders and restore their home, but also being unable to bare the responsibility of being a Prime. Eventually dragging Optimus back to the land of the living and throwing away any hope of restoring the Omega lock.

If I was better at analyzing characters, I would have loved to draw a comic about what happens right after Optimus was repaired.

My first thought is Smokescreen feeling guilty and ashamed of having used the forge against Optimus's wishes. Would Smokescreen crumble? Fall to his knees, crying and apologizing? "I'm so sorry Optimus- I just couldn't do it-- I couldn't do it, I cant be a Prime- I couldn't-- w-we couldn't lose you.." Is that in character? Honestly I have no idea. 😔

I've thought about doing that for my lineless style, but I haven't gotten around to it.. 😓

If someone goes out of their way to comment on your post/in your ask box saying you're cringe for liking transformers, block the all the way to the sun and back.

What a jerk. I wouldn't be friends with anyone who goes around insulting/trying to upset people for no reason like that. Block them and don't accept/respond any phony apology they might throw your way. They knew they were being rude when they sent that message and deserve to be blocked.

Dude I would take that so fast. No one in my family would ever have to work or have debt ever again 😭

I figure if I ever feel like drawing/posting Octonauts art again, I would just put it behind a paywall on my Ko-fi. Which ngl I've thought about doing a lot recently with the new movie that came out.

But also- I would have no way of filtering out people for that private blog because how am I supposed to know who will and wont steal my artwork just by looking at their account? And when it did get stolen, I would have no way of knowing which follower did it-

I believe I've mentioned it before, but I didn't want to watch Rescue bots because its attached to Transformers: Prime <:/

Its supposed to be connected to Prime, but its rather baby-ified. The tone is much more light hearted, the plot of Rescue bots completely rewrites/contradicts the plot of Prime, Optimus comes back to life for no reason. Stuff like that.

Atm I'm only interested in Prime 😔

@kitkat1003

OUGUHHH SO REALLLLL 😭😭😭😭

REALLL I've only ever found ship fics😔😔😔 I'd love to see an aftermath fic with no romance involved.

@virtualworldfp5

That's a really cool idea! :D Great artwork too! :))

@badlyblurry

Man, if I had a nickel for every time Jeffery Combs played a character with some sort of scientist background and that had some form of contact with a green chemical compound that holds harmful properties to one body in a way, I'd have 3 nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it happened 3 times. XD

@anonymous-red-shades

I'd definitely want to be something that can fly :00 But I don't think I'd wanna fly super fast because i wanna enjoy the scenery.. hmmm.. maybe a helicopter or a classic pontoon plane? :000

As for abilities... uhhhhhhh the only special abilities I know that transformers can have is the warping thing that Skywarp does. I don't know of any other powers <:0 Maybe an ability to change into more than one alt mode..? So I could be a submarine and go underwater? Or maybe the ability to breathe underwater or something? :00

(Referencing this post)

They're so unhinged I swear 😔

@chickenmilk120 (Referencing this post)

NOT YOU TOO-

@cherrycreamfairy

I couldn't find any websites that didn't make my anti virus tweak out <XD So the only villain I like from memory is Captain Gantu from Lilo and Stitch.

I still like it yeah :0 but I'm not really engaging in any Mandalorian media atm-

@minnesotamedic186

Okay the killing part aside a Plymouth Fury is an excellent choice of car ngl. Especially a fiery red 💅💅💅

@axolotlcookie0

The fact that it looks like Thomas's face has been bagged makes it even funnier XDDD

@wolfie-777

XD I actually think of that a lot yeah. I always tell myself "oooo I should draw that later" but I never do XD💀

@beryl-shade

Bibi would probably use it as intended. Sharpening and cleaning his claws💅💅

Meanwhile Cici would use it as a weapon to beat up Jangles and Gerald with XDD

What was his real name supposed to be in that continuity then? XD

@milk-powrit

References. Looooots and looooot of references.

Typically I use references of realistic skeletons. But if there's a part of the body that I just cant seem to draw right, then I look up drawings of skeletons to see how other artists drew that part. 👍

@beryl-shade

Oh no doubt they'll have an episode that takes place around the lake and the fair grounds(?) The theme park next to the main tent-

The fact that Caine mentioned their existence at all implies that an episode is going to take place there. At least for me-

[monbons]

Stitchy Sunday Musings

Thanks for the tag @thewholelemon. I also don't really have an update, but I did have a bit of a reflection I wanted to share today that I hope will speak to some of you---and selfishly---also keep me motivated on the days that are hard. So, with that, story time...

Exactly a year ago, I started my doll-stitching journey and the very first set of dolls I ever gifted were mermaids. I was inspired by @iamamythologicalcreature's gorgeous mer-May art.

This first set was entirely hand stitched because I did not have a sewing machine, nor did I think making dolls would become something I actively pursued in any real way. It was just something I did for fun---a way to channel my creative energy when the words wouldn't come while also paying tribute to some of my favorite fics and their authors.

Fast-forward to my newest dolls and the growth is almost unbelievable. You can see aspects of my final style in my very first dolls, but everything about this last set has evolved. This particular set represents just over 24 hours of work (a significant chunk of them on that tail that boasts 600+ hand-sewn sequins). I also experimented with new hair textures and colors, and apparently, I embroider eyebrows now. (As if making the eyes symmetrical wasn't hard enough!)

It may sound like I am boasting. I swear I am not. Instead, I wanted to post this because this is just one year of committing to a thing and working really fucking hard at it. It is also the kind of visible "success" that is so hard to get elsewhere.

When I first started contributing to fandom, it was as a writer. If your primary contribution to fandom is writing, it can be really hard to do a side-by-side comparison like this. As a result, we often rely on measures of growth or success that can be compared: kudos, reblogs, and comments obviously, but also word counts, fics published per year, etc. Honestly? None of those are reliable (and dare I say worthy?) measures of how beautiful a piece of work is, let alone a journey of growth and joy. It isn't to say they don't have their place, but "the numbers" aren't everything...and they can often feel disheartening.

Anyway, I've been feeling really down on myself recently for a whole host of reasons, but a huge contributor is that I've been having so much trouble with writing. For weeks, "the numbers" have haunted me. Not just the public numbers (I've wanted to scream into a pillow about kudos and likes more than once this year), but the private ones (I'm "behind" on words from this same point last year).

And then I took this humble doll offering to a book signing this past week and the author cried tears of joy, which made me cry. Several people in the signing line gasped when they held up my little merman and his love. Several others came up and talked to me about my art and wanted to know more. For the first time in months, I felt really proud of something I had made, and I guess this post is about holding on to that feeling. When I made these dolls, I wasn't trying to meet some external metric or creating for audience consumption. I wasn't even sure I would post my dolls anywhere since this isn't SnowBaz. I was simply making for the joy of it, and that night, which cannot be quantified in likes or comments or numbers of any kind, filled me up in a way I desperately needed.

Anyway, if you are still with me after this long ramble, thank you. Like I said, it was mostly for me. I wanted to remember that the beauty of my work actually can't be measured, no matter how much I try to do so. That I may not always be lucky enough to see the impact on others like I did with these dolls, but that doesn't make the effort any less valuable. And most of all, that none of that is the point. I wanted to make these dolls, I enjoyed making these dolls, and I am getting better at it because making dolls makes me happy. I needed to remember that. And if that was the case for me, I figured someone else might need to remember it too.

It feels weird to tag people in this, but hellos and high-fives from the philosophical doll factory anyway. May your creative endeavors bring you joy today and every day.

@alexalexinii, @argumentativeantitheticalg, @aristocratic-otter, @arthurkko, @artsyunderstudy, @bachusekart, @best--dress, @blackberrysummerblog, @brilla-brilla-estrellita, @bookish-bogwitch, @confused-bi-queer, @cutestkilla, @drowninginships, @emeryhall, @facewithoutheart, @harrie-leithillustration, @hushed-chorus, @iamamythologicalcreature, @ic3que3n, @ileadacharmedlife, @katatsumuli, @larkral, @letraspal, @mooncello, @noblecorgi, @orange-peony, @prettygoododds, @raenestee, @rbkzz, @roomwithanopenfire, @run-for-chamo-miles, @rimeswithpurple, @shrekgogurt, @skeedelvee, @stitchyqueer, @supercutedinosaurs, @talentpiper11, @the-beard-of-edward-teach, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @theimpossibledemon, @thewholelemon, @wellbelesbian, @whatevertheweather, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @youarenevertooold, @jyae23, @j-trow-95

[missmargomuse616]

Margo also had the urge to argue with Cecilia but then doing so would cause a scene which she didn't want here not at her father's birthday or even around him. She honestly couldn't understand what her father saw in her and sure there were moments but the way she came across was rude and impassive. Tam also had bad vibes from her, her step brother was indifferent but played nice towards her. She could tell that luke didn't fall her charms as easily as other men has.

" yeah my father means well, it's just being around her I can't help but feel frustrated. It's one of the reasons I don't visit as much. On the day they got married, my ex broke up with me. Days before the wedding when I invited him. I was devastated but I attended the wedding without him anyway just to support my dad. Then Cecelia had the nerve tell me that I shouldn't have come alone, like it was somehow my fault." Margo tells him.

" either way im glad your having fun despite that unnecessary family drama. I appreciate you coming as my boyfriend. You are really good company." Margo said sincerely. Her mood perks up again as she takes the poppers from his hand. Although they weren't dating for real, she couldn't deny that she has a good time with luke. And maybe down the line if things went in that direction she wouldn't turn down the opportunity.

Once margo would lead luke towards the lunch table she wanted to make sure nobody would see her put the poppers where Cecilia would sit. This may have been silly and a bit childish but it would be funny just to see the look on her face. While everyone was still chatting she would easily slide the item on the chair. " hey whathca you doin?" Kayla ask out of nowhere, her little face ever curious. " kay honey, I was umm just being sneaky. Can you do me a favor and keep a secret right? I promise it will make you laugh."

Margo did feel a bit of tension between them and not only she was annoyed and had a certain animosity towards Cecilia but she could see that luke wasn't taking what she said likely either. She even felt guilty about how she came across but thankfully her father stepped in and tried to ease the tension.

The look that she gave back wasn't even a mask polite one as again she was glad that Joe lead her away before she would respond. She noticed others were headed to the lunch table getting ready to ear what was available. Kayla was still laughing and playing around until tam told her she had to sit and eat.

" yeah tam and Kay are amazing. I've been friends with tam ever since my first year of college. We been through everything together. And again I feel like I should apologize for what Cecilia said. It's one thing for her to make jabs at me but she had no right to make those remarks about you."

Margo couldn't help but grin back, suddenly feeling mischievously naughty as she saw his expression and takes out the pack of party poppers for her to see. " I gladly would." She responded as she took the item from his hand. She slowly loops her arm in his. " now let's go eat while I set the plan in motion." Margo said while giving him a wink.

[fafodill]

(this is @okeydokeylackey i just can't send asks on a sideblog 😭)

So, I know, "imitation is the highest form of flattery" isn't the full quote, but I really do mean it as flattery. I won't bore with my woes of fandom but I really got disillusioned with it for a while and it really hit my love of Snape hard- which, sucked! Because I love Snape and he was such an important character to me.

But, both the passing of time, and seeing your posts and love for this fandom have honestly helped me heal a lot and I, for the first time in like a year, feel legitimately excited about Snape again. So, thank you for just, being your awesome self.

I hope that my attempt at your art style wasn't awful, I tried to do my own Snape design (and his OC muggle uncle) with it, uhm, yeah! Love your stuff

@okeydokeylackey you are SO SWEET 💚💚💚💚💚

I'm really humbled and honored by your words! You know when I came back to Tumblr not so long ago, I just looked at the fandom from afar and was actually a bit scared of posting and engaging. Somehow I thought that - here too - I wouldn't necessarily find my place or would be considered annoying or that I'd have nothing interesting to contribute?? I dunno.

I haven't been able to engage in a fandom for a long time and for me it's supposed to be fun and friendly?! The whole purpose of it is to gather together as obsessed weirdos, talking about our blorbos and being fans of each other for all the super creative stuff we make about them! And the HP fandom is so rich and full of brainy and talented people of all ages, it's such a treat! Well not all parts of fandom ofc and I'm sorry about your bad experiences.

I'm overjoyed to know that my enthusiasm helped a little bit in fanning your spark back to life! 🕯️✨

I adore your drawing and I'm super honored. They look so CUTE and I want to know more about this OC and he seems to really like Snape and it's super wholesome. and I love Snape's outfit! (and I see you also copied my atrocious super simplistic hands, I'm crying).

So maybe this is a bit cheesy but... welcome back to the fandom! 💚✨ We're super happy to have you!