#i can’t believe I got him and his light cone!!

[emidy]

Dan Heng!!!!!

[bellarkeselection]

Knew Better But Still Picked You

Gif from @alphinias

Honestly I might turn this into a small series because this is the longest request I have ever written. Let me know if you want more parts 😁. Part two. Part three

Request From @loxleys-blog could i be added to the tag list for cole and a request of best friend of jackie who comes to visit her and moves there with her family and falls for cole and cole falls for her?

The car pulled to a stop outside the big Walter ranch household and I saw the front door fling open revealing my best friend from New York running straight for me. Getting out of the car I took my bag out and opened my arms for her. “Jackie Jack!”

“Y/n. I can’t believe you’re here!” She flung her arms around me and we stumbled when we finally embraced one another.

Jackie and I had become even closer than we were before after her family’s accident. The rest of her friends wouldn’t talk to her but I chose to keep our relationship the same. So I basically took the place of her sister Lucy. “Who’s your friend, New York?” I broke away from her seeing a young guy with green eyes and honey blonde hair.

“She’s my best friend from back home, Cole.” Jackie grumbled tugging on my arm trying to get me to leave with her.

Yet I wasn’t going to not introduce myself to him especially since he was really attractive. Walking over to the guy was sitting on a horse with light blonde hair like he had. “Hey there, I’m Y/n.” Leaning my arms on the wooden fence I sent him a grin.

He dismounted his horse and climbed over the fence shaking my hand with a cheeky grin. “Cole, Cole Walter. Have you ever been on a horse before?”

“Can’t say I have.” I replied to him.

His grin only grew. “Would you want to come riding with me?”

“No. No she wouldn’t actually. Because she’s coming to have ice cream with me and my friends. So we’re gonna be going now.” Jackie came rushing forward tugging on my arm and leading me back away from him. Whipping my head around watching Cole staring at us as we went to leave. I parted my lips, finding myself wanting to talk with him more. There was something intriguing about him I just couldn’t put my finger on.

A few hours later Jackie had me meet Skylar and Tara who she had met on her first day of school. We were sitting inside the ice cream shop where I took a big bite out of my strawberry cone hearing the store bell ring. My gaze shifted to the doorway recognizing Cole came through and he waved in my direction. “OMG. That is not a good idea at all.”

“What’s wrong, Tara?” I asked, finishing the bite I had in my mouth confused.

She sent me a raised brow. “You're getting involved with Cole Walter.”

“I’m not involved with him. I just met the guy today after I came in from the airport.” I told her to eat more of my cone.

Lifting my gaze upward Cole was ordering himself his own ice cream and the woman at the counter handed it over to him. Cole glanced my way and I felt my face turn red after I waved back to him without really thinking and Jackie hit my arm in warning. “Don’t go down that road, Y/n. Cole isn’t a good guy.”

“Why not?” I asked softly.

The three of them looked between one another and Skylar was the first to say something to my question. “He’s known to have a lot of hookups and not be up for a real relationship.”

“He sneaks them out of the house. I saw one the first morning I got to the Walter house. Alex can tell you more if that’s not enough of a warning for you.” Jackie explained putting a hand on my shoulder.

Shaking my head I still didn’t see why they were so afraid for me. I didn’t know anything about the guy but he seemed nice enough. “Okay don’t shoot me for asking this but what is the big deal of getting to know him. I’m not going to hook up with him.”

“That’s what most girls think and then he woos them with his charm…” Tara trailed off.

My best friend squeezed my shoulder and I met her concerned gaze. “I just don’t want you to get hurt because of him. You’re basically my chosen sister now.”

“He’s not gonna ever be interested in me Jackie and I’m not going to be interested in him.” I reassured her and we changed the conversation to something else for the rest of the time.

A few hours later after the crazy family dinner I was laying on my side of Jackie’s bed while she was doing some extra credit homework. Staring up at the ceiling I sighed clasping my hands together on my stomach. It definitely was different from the noisy city sirens and other things. Whereas here you could only hear the wind and all the other animal noises. I heard something slide underneath the closed bedroom door where I got up from the bed seeing it was a note. Folding it open the note read “Meet me on the porch if you want to see something cool - C”

Silently reading it to myself I contemplated on going or not eyeing my best friend while she worked silently. I didn’t suppose she would see if I was gone for a little bit. “Hey Jackie Jack, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Okay. But use mine. Don’t use the one that everybody else does. Trust me.” She warned me turning back around in her desk chair.

Getting to my feet I snatched my boots out from underneath the bed and a green hoodie without her knowing. Then I headed down the stairs as quietly as I could possibly manage since it was almost midnight and most of the house was asleep. Reaching the front door I snuck through it, closing it gently then walked to the edge of the porch not seeing Cole anywhere. “Cole!” I called out still in a quiet voice.

“Over here, Y/n.” He responded by waving a flashlight from the barn door that he had opened. Rushing down the steps I ran towards the barn meeting up with him where he lowered the flashlight when we were standing in front of each other. “Was wondering if you were actually going to show up.”

Shrugging my shoulders I admitted slightly nervous of what he had planned in the middle of the night. “Gotta be honest I’ve never snuck out in the middle of the night like this. So what do you have in mind, Colorado?”

“I wanna show you something you don’t see in fancy New York.” He drew open a horse stall and walked out the horse he was on when we first met. “This is my horse.”

Taking a step forward I brushed a hand through its mane. “He’s beautiful.”

“Glad you like him cause we’re going to ride him to the spot I want to show you.” Cole responded by brushing his hand through his horse's mane touching my hand when he finished his sentence.

Tilting my head at the Walter boy I must have misheard him. “I’m sorry we’re doing what now?”

“We’re going to ride my horse together so I can show you a special spot.” Cole said again to me shutting the door with his foot holding out his freehand to help me step up on the box that was near where his horse was standing already saddled up. “Don’t worry city girl. I won’t make you ride alone until after I’ve shown you how to ride.”

Eyeing his hand extended to me I couldn’t help but hear Jackie and the others warming to not get involved with the Cole Effect. Yet I couldn’t deny I liked the thrill of butterflies he was giving me so I gave him my hand. “Just don’t let me fall off okay.” He nodded helping me throw one leg over and once I was settled he climbed on behind me.

“Hang on tight, Y/n.” He warned me, pressing his front closely to my back, making my face turn a shade of red as he kicked his horse in the gut and we raced from the barn to the open fields in the distance.

The wind blew through our hair and I hadn’t realized but I gripped Cole’s forearm since he was the one controlling the reins. Probably knowing I might scare the horse and then we’d be in trouble. He finally tugged the reins and slowly dismounted the horse helping me down. He had his horse lay down sitting down on the ground waiting for me. “Come on, sit down.” He patted the grass beside him.

“Okay.” I agree plopping down beside him looking around at the dark woods surrounding us. “So what did you want to show me?”

Cole moved his right hand forward tilting my chin upwards towards the sky. “This is what I wanted to show ya, Y/n.”

I gasped in awe seeing the sky dancing with a million stars above our heads. Blinking through some tears I couldn’t describe what it felt like to see something this bright. “This is incredibly beautiful…” The stars were so bright and even though we had some impressive light shows in New York none would compare to this.

“It’s not the only thing that’s beautiful. You surely can’t get that view in the city.” Cole mumbled, causing me to meet his green gaze.

I paused in my next words still confused as to why he was giving me his time and attention when he was labeled as the most popular boy in this town. “Cole, why did you ask me out here tonight? Not that I don’t appreciate it. I just…I don’t entirely understand why me?”

“I ain’t good with saying how I feel so sorry if this sounds stupid….I just instantly liked you for some reason.” He declares where I didn’t say a word with our gazes focusing in on one another.

Parting my lips I whispered out. “Liked me in what way, Cole?”

“In the way where we can…do this.” Cole whispered towards me before he made my breath catch in my throat seeing him leaning forward about to kiss me.

Half of my brain was telling me to not kiss him and remember the warning and the other half was saying he would be your first kiss and I couldn’t deny that I felt something for him even though all we had done was saying hello. I finally made up my mind and closed the gap the rest of the way kissing him. He responded by scooting closer to me and threading one hand through my hair trailing it down to the side of my cheek before I broke it needling air. “Cole….don’t find this dorky of me. But that…you were my first kiss.”

“I wouldn’t judge you for that. So what are you thinking now, Y/n.” He asked me to try to read my facial expressions but I was still in shock and bliss at the same time.

Hugging my knees to my chest I admitted sheepishly with my face turning red. “Jackie isn’t gonna be happy about this. She warned me to stay away from you….I knew better but I’m still choosing you.”

“Well I’m glad cause I’m picking you too, Y/n.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and I laid my head against his chest feeling my eyes getting heavy since I was getting sleepy. His gaze dropped to mine, tucking hair from my eyes. “Don’t worry about Jackie. You’ve got to live a little in life. Now let’s get you back before you fall asleep out here.”

We rode back to the house and I struggled to stay awake after getting off his horse so he decided to just carry me back bridal style upstairs. “Cole, this isn’t my room…she’ll be mad if I sleep in your room.” I trailed off in a sleepy tone laying my head still on his chest with him laying me down on one side of his bed.

He changed into some shorts to sleep in and crawled in the bed beside me feeling me scoot over to him laying my head back in the crook of his neck like it was minutes ago. “Sssh babe. I’ll take whatever Jackie feels tomorrow morning. Just get some rest.” My eyes fell closed and he dozed off shortly after in a peaceful night of sleep.

That was until the morning came and his bedroom door was flung open and I screamed hearing my best friend bursting into his room. “Y/n, I told you to stay away from him!…Well don’t you two have anything to say?” Rubbing my eyes Cole shifted, holding himself up on his elbow staring down at me silently, neither of us giving her an answer.

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[sorapricots]

Soothing Heaven

Summary: While the nightmare kept trailing behind each of his step keeping him wide awake and tied down to the reminder that his the last of his people, you always accept him with warm smile and open arms.

Pair: Aventurine x Reader

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: Everyone is sad here :(

A/N: I got aventurine in soft pity AND I won my 50/50 TWICE (Yes my Aventurine is E1 I am so proud) can y’all believe that? Not to mention I got his light cone on 10 pulls with 0 pity… he wanted me fr fr.  Aventurine story quest really kills me. He just want a peaceful life yet the fate say no n make him suffering more than he already suffered :( that man just need some hug fr.

Wc:  1,1k

“You’re a child blessed by Gaiathra Triclops and can lead the clan to happiness. So always remember to protect yourself and never resent the pain and poverty you’re going through… All right?”

Aventurine gasped as he opened his eyes. Beeping from the alarm beside his table can be heard. He pushed the alarm off as he blankly stared the ceiling above him. His sister’s words keep echoing in his head. He exhaled softly as he pushed his body from the bed.

As he started to get ready he start to imagine what and how his trip to penacony will be. Will his mission from the IPC will go smoothly or will he encounter enemies he can’t face?

Whatever the result is he surely does not excited to leave. He grabbed his phone as he walked out from his bedroom. Quickly searching for your name in his contact list and call your number.

One, two, and three rings you finally pick up his call.

“Hello! Good morning my love.” Your smooth voice made him smile softly as he opened the fridge.

“Good morning my lucky charm.” He can hear you giggle from the phone which only make his smile harder. Suddenly he feel the tattoo on his neck pulsed. Which make him grunt a bit. Making his lover stop talking.

“Are you okay my love?” you asked voice laced with worries. Aventurine let out a small hum to show that he’s okay when in reality his clutching his neck pretty hard.

“I don’t feel so good about this my love… are you sure you are okay and will go to penacony?” Aventurine can’t help but smile with how worried and how caring his lover to his well being.

“Don’t worry sunshine, I will be alright. You know I always be alright.” Aventurine can hear you sniffled. Aventurine cooed at the thought of you wiping your tears.

“I’ll go to your place now hm? Let’s have some time together before I left with Topas. I’ll see you in 10, love. I love you my lucky charm.” You let out a choke hum before bid him goodbye and hear a beep from your phone.

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10 minutes never feel so long in your life as you sit on the counter with your earbuds on trying to drown bad thoughts in your head. Your finger turning red as you keep picking the skin.

You blinked when you see a harm gloved fingers carefully pull your fingers apart. Suddenly the world is quiet.

Aventurine carefully cup your cheeks with his hands. Treating you like a glass he got from an auction with highest price. Carefully he wiped aways those tears that won’t stop streaming down. And end it with a soft kiss on each of your eyes.

“I’m here. And always be here no matter how far we are.” He said with a whisper. Your eyelids rapidly blink away the tears before you pull him to a hug. Inhaling his scent and absorbing his warmth.

“Be safe, Kakavasha.” Your tone wavering. Aventurine smile softly at the way you call him by his real name. A privilege that is reserve for you and you only.

“I will, precious.” His hands softly rub your back as you hug him harder.

“Let me drop you off at the office.” You spoke softly as you pull yourself a bit to see your lover face. Aventurine smile and nodded.

You both go to IPC office, hands entangled to one and another refusing to let go. The closer you are to the office the tighter your grip on his hand. And all he can do is just pulling you closer to his side.

“Well looks like someone is not willing to say their goodbye.” Topaz welcome both of you with Numby on her shoulder squeaking. You smile at her before Aventurine pull you a bit far away to talk.

“I will go now…” there’s a heavy atmosphere enveloping around both of you.

“I will wait here…” your voice crack as your vision blurry. Hands carefully play with one of his rings.

Aventurine lean in carefully. Cupping your cheeks as his forehead touch yours. His multi-coloured eyes stare at your glossy ones. Thumbs carefully wiping the fallen tears before he kissed you.

Slowly Aventurine pull away. You watch as one of your hand hold the other half set of earing that you have with Aventurine. Carefully playing with the crystal as your eyes watch Aventurine get into the car with Topaz and left.

Empty start to engulfing you as you walk home alone.

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Anxious.

One feeling that have been haunted you for the past 3 days. The news spread like a wildfire about what happened with IPC especially Aventurine in Penacony.

If it’s not because how hard it was to be able to step a foot on Penacony and the responsibility you have at home you would go to Aventurine as soon as you can. But fate decided the other thing and all you can do is just wait.

Your eyes keep moving back to your phone as your fingers typing stuff at the laptop on your lap. The sky getting dark and yet there’s no ongoing news about what happened with your lover. Not even from Topaz herself.

Suddenly there’s a jingle of keychains. Your finger immediately stopped typing as you try to confirm yourself if you hear something. You can feel your chest beating.

The door creaked as it opened slowly. Showing a figure with clothing style that you so familiar with. In a hurry you put everything aside and you run to welcome him.

There he was. Your Aventurine. Looks so dishevelled. His skin looks paler than he already is. There’s no glint of light in his multi-coloured eyes. He looks like he’s about to collapsed anytime soon.

You open your arms. No words to be said as your eyes mirror his. Slowly he walked towards you before he let his body fall limp into your arms.

No sobs to be heard from him, but the way you can feel your shirt getting damp tell a story that don’t need to be untold. Carefully both of you fall to the floor. With Aventurine still in your arms and your arms carefully rub his back.

Suddenly you feel him circling his arms around you. Tight enough for you to unable to let go. You hug him equally tight. Sway your body from side to side. Aiding his inner turmoil. Telling him without words that you will be there.

“Welcome back, Kakavasha.” you said with the softest tone you can give. Sobs suddenly break out from him as you try to calm his trembling body by playing his hair.

Maybe, maybe this is what the emanator of nihility meant when she told him to go back. His soothing heaven is waiting for him after all.

[eddiesghxst]

hellooo! the idea of eddie absolutely hating carnivals has been tossing around in my head for so long so i wrote this :)

this was heavily inspired by Hearts Aglow x Weyes Blood and is definitely not proof read

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18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: eddie munson x henderson step-sibling!reader

summary: you and Eddie like love each other and Eddie hates carnivals.

contains: gn!reader, secret relationship trope, eddie being down bad, carnival shenanigans, mentions of oral, lots of fluff, and eddie in his lover era <3

word count: 1.6k

-masterlist-

Eddie is pretty. He’s so pretty with pink and blue and yellow hues dancing across his face, carnival lights twinkling in his brown eyes. He’s got sprinkles of glitter in his hair that he will surely be bitching about later on, and his lips are tainted red from a cherry-flavored snow cone.

You want nothing more than to smear your lips across his and taste them for yourself, but you’re stuck admiring from afar, poking your straw at the watered-down strawberry slushie in your cup.

Eddie believes that carnivals are nothing but money-sucking machines. The games are rigged, the rides are without a doubt hazardous, the food is overpriced and shitty, and there are hundreds of sticky, obnoxious kids running around like they have no home training. Eddie hates carnivals with every bone in his body, but he’ll be damned if he misses out on any chance to be around you.

You and Eddie are…well you’re something. You haven’t quite established exactly what your relationship is with Eddie. You hang out a lot, and you go out to watch movies, and you hold hands, and you kiss, and you might’ve sucked him off in the back of his van a few times, but Eddie hasn’t asked you to be anything serious yet. It’s not exactly his fault, he would’ve asked you a long time ago, but you asked him to go slow and ‘let’s just be careful for now. I don’t want Dustin finding out just yet.’

So…you’re not quite dating but you’re not not dating either. You’re feeling it out. You want to be sure about your feelings with Eddie and you want him to be sure about his feelings with you; because once Dustin finds out there is no going back. And you’d hate to be the reason why your (step) brother loses such a dear friend.

Eddie agreed to go slow and he agreed to keep it between just the two of you for now, but jesus christ, he can’t stand not being able to touch you and hold you and openly admire you in the ways he wants to.

He misses you and you’re less than thirty feet away. 

There’s a small stuffed animal in Eddie's hands when he walks up and sits next to you on the bench. It’s a miniature pink dolphin, the best he could get with a lousy shot. 

You glance at him and smile, “Hi, stranger.” Eddie smiles back and passes the dolphin to you, you trade him for your slushie and snicker. “I thought you’d pick the shark.” 

Eddie shakes his head, and peers down at the drink in his hand as he swishes it around. “It’s not for me.” He takes a sip of your drink and you watch as he smacks his lips together, letting the taste of the sugary treat settle in. “This tastes like shit.”

You snort, bumping your knee against his, nearly breathless at the sight of Eddie’s smile. “Because it’s watered down, genius.” Despite his previous display of distaste, Eddie takes another sip of your drink and you smile as you watch. Your fingertips dig into the plush toy; you want so badly to run your fingers through his hair, push his bangs back and kiss the arch of his eyebrow.

You push your knee against his once more and he looks over at you. “Thank you for my gift.” It’s almost pathetic, how giddy you get when Eddie dotes on you. He once drew a sun on your hand and you could barely tear your gaze away from it for the rest of the day. It nearly ripped you apart when the ink rubbed off in the shower.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I would've gotten you one of those huge stuffed animals, but those games are shitty pieces of money laundering thieves.”

You laugh as Eddie kicks at a rock beside his foot, mumbling a few curses under his breath. Just as Eddie begins to add to his rant, a couple walks past you, an oversized bunny draped across one of their shoulders. You and Eddie watch as they stroll by, and you fail to hold back a laugh. “Are the games rigged or do you just have poor aim?” You tease, to which Eddie snickers and responds, “I’m sure you know enough about my aim.”

The back of your hand meets Eddie’s shoulder in a warning slap and he giggles like a teenage boy. 

You fall silent for a moment and Eddie melts into the feeling of your leg pressed against his. “Why don’t we go get something to eat? I know a place with better drinks than…whatever this is.” Eddie grimaces down at the drink and you roll your eyes. “We can’t just leave—” “Why not? Harrington and Buckley are here.” 

You glance at him, and you can’t bear to watch the way his shoulders sink with the reminder of your reality. “Right, forgot about that for a second.” He sighs. You press your lips together before taking in a breath, turning to him, “Yeah, but you also haven’t taken me on the Ferris Wheel yet.”

Eddie gazes at you for a moment before turning to look at the large spinning wheel. He turns back to you and lifts a brow, “You expect me to get on that thing?” And you’re rolling your eyes and ushering Eddie to stand up and follow you before your friends can notice your disappearance. He complains but follows anyway, “You know they built this shit overnight right? Does that sound remotely safe to you?” 

You let out a breathy laugh with a shake of your head, “Eddie, you smoke two packs a day and drink Jolt Cola like your life depends on it. That shit’ll kill you quicker than this ten-minute ride on a wobbly Ferris Wheel.” And well, Eddie can’t argue with you on that, so he sucks it up and follows you onto the ride.

Once you're on the ride, your body is pressed against Eddie’s as it begins, slowly and slowly inching you up to the top. You’re busy watching the scenery but Eddie, for the most part, is busy watching you. When you glance over at him, you become shy of his gaze and smile, pointing over his shoulder so he can turn to see the sunset. Eddie watches in silence for a moment before he speaks, “This might be the first time the sight of Hawkins doesn’t make me wanna gag…”

Eddie turns to you and winks, nudging you as he speaks “But I think that’s just because you’re here.”

You gaze at him for a minute before tilting your head, “Eddie Munson, are you flirting with me?”

Eddie hums, raising his shoulder to dramatically shy away from you as he twirls a piece of his hair with his free hand. “I’m not that obvious, am I?” His eyes shine with adoration and mischief.

You hum, tilting your head back and forth in faux thought, “Obvious? No. Cheesy? A million times yes.” “Come on that was good. You’ve gotta admit that was good.” Eddie scoffs when you shake your head no before replying, “It’ll just inflate that big head of yours.” And Eddie’s lightly pressing the entirety of his large hand against your face, playfully pushing you away as you giggle. 

You grasp his wrist to pull it away and Eddie thinks you’ll drop his hand, but he’s gladly mistaken when you lace your fingers with his. Your heart skips a beat at the familiar feeling of his rough, calloused fingertips pressed against the back of your hand. Whenever he’s spent long hours shredding his guitar, Eddie makes a show of holding his fingers up in front of you and wiggling them until you gently grasp his wrist and press careful kisses to each of his sore fingertips.

Eddie’s voice is gentle and steady when he speaks, “What happened to being careful?” Your eyes meet his and for a moment, you don’t even remember that you’re on a spinning wheel, you only know you’re here with Eddie. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” You admit. 

His eyes are soft and silky pools of brown as they dart all over your face, searching for any sign of hesitation. “What about your brother? Our friends—” “Nothing matters when you’re 50 feet above Hawkins, Indiana.”

It’s your last trip around the Ferris Wheel before the ride ends, and Eddie refuses to wait in the line again and you’re looking at him like he’s a sky full of stars, so of course he kisses you. It’s slow and gentle and he wants to keep kissing you until his lungs shrivel up inside of him from lack of air. His hand cradles your jaw and he smoothes a thumb over your cheek when he pulls away.

The ride is almost over and you’re sad to have to return to your friends and be pulled away from Eddie. “Will you come over tonight?” You ask before the ride ends. Eddie had been waiting for you to ask, he’s been thinking about it all night. He tries not to sound too excited, but he’s got a shit-eating grin plastered on his face when you look at him, “Leave the window open?” “Bring some smoke and I'll think about letting you stay the night.” You tease, giggling when Eddie feigns offense.

As you step off the ride, you already want nothing more than the night to end, already missing the warmth of Eddie’s touch. But when you rejoin your friends and glance towards Eddie, he winks at you and you’re positive that you will sneak in at least two more secret rides before the end of the night.

[tyrannosaurusprex]

It’s in the Little Things

parks and rec | leslie x ben | T | ~500 words

Note: Set during 3x02 Flu Season. I was thinking about Leslie and Ben’s friendship progressing and, well, here’s this.

Edit: Full version on ao3!

*** “Nice work, Leslie.”

It’s not like it’s the first time she’s ever seen him smile, but it’s never been like this.

He’s pulled a thousand of those tight-lipped smiles, careful and restrained like he was gently reaching into his heart (if numbers-robot-jerk-face-turd-boys even have hearts) and sectioning off a small piece of it to be let out. Little by little, bit by bit, as if there’s nothing out there that’s worth his full affection.

And then there was a litany of those smug fuck-you smirks that time her plan to set up Ann with Chris backfired spectacularly. Okay, maybe not her best moment, but he made it like twenty times worse. And could you really call those smiles? Typical that the only thing that would make him happy is other people’s downfall.

So, yeah. Sure, she’s seen Ben Wyatt smile.

But the expression that’s on his face right now is something that Leslie has never seen before at all.

It lights up his whole face, transforms it, so much so that it seems like she’s never really met him before, his eyes so bright she has to look away. It’s somehow unabashed but meek at the same time—and of course his face is an oxymoron, stupid and nonsensical—half-embarrassed like he can’t believe he’s actually letting something make him happy.

And all he’s looking at is her in a hospital gown and a stark white room.

Well let her tell ya something, Ben Wyatt is annoying and unflappable and he deserves to be embarrassed, and she’s going to make it happen as much as she can, now.

“Nice work to you, too!” she replies.

Because yeah, she totally crushed that speech but by the end of it her consciousness started to droop like a melting ice cream cone and she never would have gotten through the whole thing without his help.

(Plus, she never would have been able to steal all that flu medicine if he hadn’t driven her to the hospital, either. So.)

Ben mumbles something about the chicken soup as he backs away to the door, and Leslie’s still debating if she wants to eat it in the first place (there’s a concerning amount of vegetables in there) but she’s so accustomed to being the person who gives the gifts that whenever it happens the other way around, it kind of takes the breath out of her each time.

“Thank you for that.”

“Okay,” he says. It’s stilted and awkward and nothing like anything she’s heard from him before. He kind of lingers in the doorway for a moment, backing away like he can’t keep his eyes off her.

The way he’s looking at her is honestly so adorable she wants to put him in her pocket and never let him go.

Okay, where had that come from? Flu meds. Yeah, that’s right, she was dosed up a little while ago and they haven’t worn off yet. That’s all.

The waffles will get rid of any weird thoughts about dorky auditors in bright blue-and-green plaid and god, what even is that fashion sense?

Yeah, that’s better. Waffles really do fix everything.

(She tries to ignore that it’s Ben who got the waffles for her in the first place.)

[devil-doll13]

What My OCs Smell Like

Inspired by @rottent33th and @solmints-messyocdiary’s posts on the matter no I’m not running away from my writer’s block shut up

Abigail

If mist had a smell, it would smell like her. Smells like blackberries, old books and rain, with a hint of cinnamon. The stench of death follows her literally everywhere, unable to be washed away. Like the earthy aroma of a freshly dug grave.

Also, sometimes a bit acrid and sulfuric, usually after she’s used some good ol’ black magic arts. A foul odour marks things she’s hexed/cursed.

She favours floral scents and perfumes but likes fruity ones as well sometimes. When she uses burns incense it’s usually sage or rosemary, and of course her favourite cinnamon.

Her breath smells like bitter coffee and apples, and strangely also… Iron-ish blood? Weird…

Beyond all this, there’s something else… Some unnatural scent impossible to place, but just smells very off in some way. It’s probably why dogs hate her so much. It’s not unpleasant, but it might make you recoil in disgust just the same.

Max

Pine cones, cedar and other woodsy scents, which clings to him after a trip to the Montana forest. Leather, fur and hot burning rubber from his motorcycle. Also that washed out denim jeans smell, like just after it’s been done in the washing machine.

After work he smells heavily like motor oil and probably also sweat until he takes a bath ngl.

After he’s… Gotten rid of someone, he’s quick to get rid of the coppery blood smell as soon as he can. His breath still permanently carries it though. That and a sort of meaty aroma.

Cologne can’t really hide his natural animal musk, but he goes for anything that seems popular really lol.

I’m sorry guys but he smells like a wet dog, especially after a bath/shower or a swim. It’s just one of those things really, although he does try to cover it up with cologne it’s not possible for him to get rid of it entirely :( poor Max

Jude

Smells earthy in an entirely different way than Abigail, almost in the opposite sense. She smells like blooming life. Like rich soil and flowers, as if she’s been rolling in a meadow or something. Also fresh, clean linen and grass.

After a fight she’ll smell like dirt, sweat and iron from any blood (hers or the enemy’s). She’s always showering afterward to get rid of any weird smells they give off.

Her breath smells like milk and honey, because she always spreads it on her toast and puts it in her barley tea. (She isn’t into drinking coffee like Zach is)

Prefers light floral and citrus scents and perfumes, but it’s not too overpowering and she doesn’t wear it that often tbh. Usually sunflowers, daisies and oranges, but anything ‘Summery’ Jude’ll go for honestly.

Also vanilla, lemon and amber are scents I associate her with too.

Zach

A mixture of leather, gunpowder and cigarettes, as well as a sort of metallic smell from so many fights over the course of his life. The rusty stench of blood has literally embedded itself into his skin now.

His breath smells like tobacco and black coffee, with a bit of pastry overpowered by those two.

I firmly believe he uses old spice deodorant, probably got it from his dad honestly. Like he just never stopped using it because it’s just old faithful and everyone he’s been with seems to like it anyway.

Various ingredients and spices he uses for cooking are present too.

An acrid, smokey scent still clings to him a bit from when he was possessed by that demon, and it never really went away…

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[teddiesbestestpal]

Teddie and Bunni landed safely in the Steamy

Bathhouse dungeon in the locker rooms with Teddie landing right onto Bunni.

“ Ooofff! Sorry Bun-Bun!” Teddie says clumsily as Bunni groaned.

“ Be more careful next time!” Bunni groaned, the dark chocolate brown colored skinny rabbit with brown eyes and floppy rabbit ears with lots of patchwork and stitches on his body and his ears wearing a black suit with three chartreuse green buttons in front and as lines on his outfit, as well as a frilly light orange court jester ruffle on his neck and permanent eyebags.

As Teddie got off of Bunni Teddie points towards the locker room’s exit.

“Hopefully the grinding will be worth having to feel all of this place’s.. sweat…” Bunni shivers.

“ Oh cheer up Bun! It can’t be that bad!” Teddie says.

“ oh really? Let’s see how you’ll take this!” Bunni says picking up Teddie and throwing him right into the door opening up, as Teddie lands Bunni catches up.

“ Hey! That wasn’t very nice!” Teddie says as Bunni grins sheepishly.

“ Now you know how I feel…” Bunni says under his breath.

Suddenly an intolerant officer appears in front of them.

“ Ugh… not that BDSM kink bait shadow again….” Bunni groans to himself.

“ You know what BDSM is?!” Teddie blushed.

“ Yes.. I believe it’s in one of Yosuke’s magazines.. though I’m more into Spanking myself…” Bunni lightly blushed his rabbit tail turning itself into the head of a hammer as the head alerts the shadow by hitting it, the shadow instantly casting Ziodyne on Teddie but he dodges.

“ Nice dodge Ted” Bunni states as Teddie smiles.

“ Kintouki-Douji!” Teddie says breaking his star arcana card to summon him as the persona throws a missile at the intolerant officer.

“ Guess it’s my turn… Persona!” Bunni says cracking his moon arcana card summoning Chang’e, the creature with a steel incense-like head leaking out nuclear magic energy moon shaped scent wearing a black Yukata with 3 chartreuse green crescent moon shaped buttons in the center with a circular jester neck ruffle-like orange cone on it’s neck steel hands and instead of legs a ghost tail with a green crack pattern is on it as well as it having chartreuse green crescent moon shaped glasses as eyes.

“ Fredidyne!” Bunni commanded Chang’e as it shot the nuclear skill out of the palm of its hand as the officer is defeated, both personas disappearing.

“ Thanks Bun-Bun! Here!” Teddie says hugging Bunni as Bunni blushes.

“ T-Teddie!” Bunni blushes intensely but then closes his eyes and chuckles.

“ I guess I can always rely on you correct?” Bunni asks as Teddie nods, the blue bear with that adorable stupid smile on his face.

“ Of course Bun-Bun! I’ll always try to help you out no matter what!” Teddie retorts as Bunni couldn’t help but be at ease.

[ticklystuff]

So I’ve been getting into Honkai star rail lately and I honestly can’t believe I haven’t seen anyone talk about lee Luka. One of my favorite character tropes is “tough guy who thinks he’s too cool to be ticklish is actually extremely ticklish” and he just fits that role perfectly. He’s only a side character in the underground though, so I can understand how people might overlook him, but I can’t get the thought of him being tickled to pieces out of my head

i am going to be real with you anon, i too forgot luka existed until i read this ask (i even specifically pulled for him on kafka’s banner..) BUT this ask did incentivize me to do his companion quest last night and he's so cUTE??? i'm not gonna post spoilers but his companion quest got me tearing up at the end LMAO

but yes i agree he fits the bill pretty nicely! like imagine one of the underground kids coming up to him and asking for advice on how to win a tickle fight because they keep losing to their friend or something and luka is like "ya sure i can show a demonstration" because a tickle fight is similar to a normal fight.. right? so he enlists the help of the mc like everyone else in this game because he's not gonna tickle fight a five year old. it's not gonna be too bad because he's naturally good at fighting and surely he's not ticklish is what he thinks, until a few quick tazes to his side has him helpless on the floor and he's like oh no

also also him going to the mc for tickle training because it's an easy way to increase his stamina or something.. or he's convinced himself that he can grow resistant to the ticklish sensations if he's tickled enough ehehehe

also i totally forgot about his light cone aslkdjfklsj *grabby hands*

[360iris]

face to face | matt murdock x reader x frank castle

“The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen in my humble abode. I severely hope you’re not here to break any bones, or trash the place. I haven’t gotten around to finding a good healthcare insurance plan and I just mustered up the energy to clean this afternoon- I don’t think I’ll have it in me to do it again for at least another three weeks.” You say exiting the kitchen, filled mug in hand as you walk over to the sectional couch.

“Hurting you isn’t on my agenda.” Shadowed in the darkness of an unlit corner, he speaks in an even tone. Tilting his head forward as he registers the sound of you sinking into the cushions of the couch comfortably. Your heartbeat moving steadily, completely at ease as though he’d stopped by to check on a friend and not as though he’d slipped his way into the residence of a complete stranger. “ I want information on Frank Castle, everything you have on him.”

“What do you want to know? His star sign? Place and time of birth? Maybe, what he had for lunch? I’m not an oracle.”

“You may not be, but I know for a fact that you know a hell of a lot more than you’re letting on. And innocent people are going to continue to be impacted and hurt because of your complacency and inaction.” He says severely, like a teacher scolding a student.

You exhale noisily through your nose, leaning forward to set the cup onto the coffee table with a soft clank before settling back, hands clasped together in your lap. “You wouldn’t be the first to give me that speech, and I suspect, nor will you be the last. As far as I hear it, he’s got the whole city up in arms. Emergency rooms full, morgues packed beyond capacity with petty thugs and hardened criminals alike. Certainly has the feds running around like headless chickens, scrambling to oneup him at a game of his own creation.

“Why wouldn’t I just tell you the same thing I’ve told all those cops, detectives and reporters desperate for their fifteen minutes of fame? What makes you any different from them— other than the fact you run around dressed in spandex beating debased criminals and non-law abiding citizens senseless?”

“Because unlike them, I’d know you were lying.” He says stepping forward, edging just a hair into the warm cone of visibility the stovetop light offered. “There’s recent mud residue near the front door, though it hasn’t rained on this side of town at any point in the last 24 hours. And by the state of this apartment, with the delivered groceries and all the ordered meal containers- it’s safe to assume you don’t take to leaving its confines very often, if at all when you can help it.

“Pair this with the subtle hint of the cheap soap he uses lingering in the air, and on those cushions. And the way your heartbeat quickens the longer I go on, leads me to believe he was here, very recently in fact. Almost as though I were mere hours shy of missing his near regular visit.”

“It wouldn’t be,” You speak up, looking away from him but not settling on anything else in particular in the dim space. “A lie, that is. I couldn’t help them- those cops looking to piece together a case, or the reporters attempting to spin a piece on how he turned into this tragic antihero. And I can’t help you, whoever you are under the mask.”

“Can’t, or won’t.” He pried, stepping even closer, the rectangular coffee table being all that separated the two of you.

Standing up from the sofa, you sigh. “Can’t.” —and begin walking towards the hallway behind him, stalling at the precipice.

“Maybe he isn’t the man I once knew, maybe every single one of those men’s lives he takes after this point will count against me just as equally, as if I’d wrung their souls from their bodies myself but,“ —you sigh for what feels like the millionth time this month before looking back at him, his face turned towards the direction of your voice, the hairs of his beard illuminated by the light.

“I can’t help you piece together any leads, or convince him to turn away from the road that lies in front of him. There comes a time in every man’s life when he is allowed to stand face-to-face with how he will live, and in what manner he will die. Once he makes his peace with his self or God-appointed fate, he will charge head first toward it regardless of whether or not it is what he intends.”

Resting a hand to rest on the wall beside you, you squeeze at it, as though attempting to anchor yourself. “I’ll tell you only one thing that may prove to be of some consequence to you tonight, Red. Though regarding how much use it is to you, or if you heed it, that I cannot guarantee.”

“And that is?”

“The Frank Castle you’re dealing with is like that of a bull. Unpredictable and brazen, but singular in his mind and nature. You may succeed in steering him off his path towards destruction- if you act as that of which can deter such a worldly and impulse-driven creature.”

“And how am I supposed to do that exactly?” He asks, feet shuffling as he redistributes the weight between them.

“Be the flag, Red.” You answer, as though your meaning had been obvious. “Find a way to appeal to him, or keep him distracted long enough for someone smarter to come by and take over the task for you. Whichever option suits you best.

“Either way, I’m sure you’ll be able to see yourself out of my home.” —and you’re turning away from him and into the darkened hall. And he simply listens, fists clenched tightly, as your bedroom door clicks shut behind you.

[sleepingsun501]

100 followers Drabble request! Echo and Fives being goobers, and an incident involving ice cream and various sundae toppings.

Ooh I gotcha! Thank you for the request! This was actually really fun to think about, and I can totally see them being crazy when they have sugar. Hope you enjoy it!

🍦Domino Twin Ice Cream Shenanigans🍨

“Cones are better!” Fives insisted loudly, taking a long lick of his cocoa-caf-flavored ice cream.

“No, they’re not! They’re so much messier,” Echo protested, taking a spoonful of his own purple zoochberry ice cream. “Just look at your armor.”

Fives glanced down at his vambrace in the light of the streetlamps, and there was dark brown ice cream slowly dripping down his arm. Unfazed, he just shrugged and licked it off before nibbling the little cocoa chips off the top of his cone.

“Ugh! Karking hells, you’re disgusting!” Echo whined, grimacing at his twin. “Have you even cleaned your armor since we got back?”

Fives chuckled. “Nope. Too busy trying to get your ass out the door so we could get to the dessert place before they closed.”

Rex and Jesse trailed behind them, eating their own frozen treats and listening to the twins bicker.

“I can’t believe they’re actually having this conversation,” Rex sighed tiredly.

Jesse laughed beside him and bumped his elbow. “I can. Just imagine the sugar high those two are gonna have later. Plus, Fives has caf in his.”

The captain groaned. He knew nobody in the barracks would be asleep after lights-out tonight with Fives and Echo hyped up on sugar. His attention was diverted back to the twins as their squabbling grew louder.

“But you can fit so many more toppings in a cup!” Echo argued. “I got so much more in here than just those cocoa chips on yours.” He tilted his paper cup toward his brother to prove his point. “And you have to eat yours so much faster.”

Fives took another lick of his ice cream and squinted at Echo. “Yeah, well at least I don’t take an hour to finish a ration bar, like some people.”

“I do not!”

“Do so!”

“You inhale your food!”

“You chew with your mouth open!”

“Chew this!”

Fives suddenly found his mouth, nose, and cheek smeared with his ice cream as Echo shoved his hand holding his cone into his face. With the reflexes of an ARC trooper, the shock did not last long. He smirked wickedly and swiped Echo’s cup, taking off running down the street with a cursing vod hot on his heels.

Jesse doubled over with laughter, not caring that the rest of their first night of leave was sure to be just as chaotic.

Rex shook his head and laughed quietly, scraping the last of his ice cream from his cup and watching his best two ARCs scuffle. “Fucking ade.”

[seriesxwriting]

Stabbed

Series- outer banks

Paring- rafe Cameron 💗

Warnings- swaring, stabbing, kissing, mentions of drugs.

Summary- one of rafes drug dealers come up to him while your there. He tells you to run before it gets messy but you end up taking a blade for him…

𖣘𖣘𖣘

Me and Rafe had only just started dating. We were just two weeks in… the honeymoon phase if you’d like. We were new but oh so comfortable with each other, I told him everything! we shared everything. I had no doubts about us lasting for a long time, a very long time. But I didn’t predict this… he didn’t share this with me, maybe it’s because rafe knew! Knew i wouldn’t like it. Realistically if he had told me i would have stuck by his side but yes i would have been scared. I was scared in that moment but…

——

“Nice?” Rafe questioned softly while I walked aside him licking the ice cream he’d just brought me. I nodded my head with a goofy smile to show my appreciation. Rafe chuckled and pulled me under his arm “wanna come back to mine now or you going home” “I do believe Cameron ..that I’m yours all day” i beamed under his arm.

“lucky me huh” he leant in to take some of the ice cream and i smeared it all over his mouth. He stopped in shocked and I held my stomach as I laughed. Rafe flicked it off shaking his head with a dangerous grin.

“Is it your ice cream Cameron?” I giggled running away down the road but obviously he caught me by my waist spinning me around. I was laughing too hard to get out his grasp. Not that I wanted to… rafe then put the ice cream back on his face and leant into kiss me with the sticky stuff going everywhere. “Your lucky your fast or I would have been off” “your lucky your slow because your going the wrong way” Rafe laughed pulling me away. “No I’m not… that’s the way to your house”

“We’re not going through the alley there’s shady people always around there you don’t need to be walking past that” he shook his head pulling me close by the waist. “I’ve been through that alley so many time rafe it’s fine- it’s a shortcut” I laughed walking the long way anyway. “Better to be safe than sorry my lovely”. We wiped the ice cream completely off and chucked the soggy cone away in a near by bin.

We were still a good ten minutes from rafes mansion if you would, when a car pulled up on the side of the road. I stared but Rafe subtlety tapped me to stop looking. “Get ready to run Okay” he hissed at me. I looked up at the boy confused “I’m not going anywhere rafe” I whispered back “y/k don’t fuck about okay” They got out. Two men… and another one was in the driving seat. “Rafe rafe rafe… stop right there bro your a hard man to find” “can we do this later” I could feel him eyeballing me.

“No… let’s do it now, and your pretty girlfriend girlfriend can watch” “I’m not selling anymore you will have to find a new dealer that’s that” Rafe shrugged letting go of me and standing in front for protection. Selling.. what the hell was rafe selling. “We can’t get it anywhere else we need you, your guy won’t sell to us!!” “It’s not my problem” Rafe turned to me pulling, rushing, panicking. “Did I say you can go?” The man stepped forward. Rafe was turned to me.

The sun gave his knife away. It glistened on the silver blade “RAFE” I shouted as the man lunged forward. I jumped in front of his turned back. It felt it twist into my flesh. The left of my stomach. “SHIT YOU STABBED THE GIRL??!” The other man yelled “SHUT UP! Let’s go!” He shouted getting back in to car. They soon sped off while rafe was holding me on the ground. “I told you to run, why didn’t you run” he whispered finding his phone.

I was shaking blood was pouring out my mouth and stomach from the knife wound. I heard rafe call the ambulance but that’s it. That’s all I remember.

— 1 month later

The loud noise started pouring back I could hear everything again. My eyes opened to see while lights and a hospital bed underneath me. I could smell the hospital that was for sure. “I feel like shit” I gulped looking around rafe was in the corner of the room. He appeared to be asleep. I looked around for a bell and found one to my left side. I pressed it once, that was enough to wake him up with a startle.

“Morning” I giggled at him, he stared at me like he was amazed… shocked even. “Say something then I don’t know what happened” I chewed my lip. He jumped up and walked over to me, before saying anything he embraced me. “Hey baby girl” he whispered “hey rafe” I rubbed his back. A nurse ran in to see what the bell was about. “Your- awake… that’s incredible, how do you feel hunny” “yeah not bad- confused” “as long as your feeling okay I’ll give you both a minute while I call your parents” she smiled nodding at me.

“Thanks” rafe agreed dragging a different chair over to me. “Rafe what happened” “what’s the last thing you remember” “just! Uh um- our date? Eating ice cream I guess”. “You don’t remember being- stabbed?” Rafe questioned slowly. My face pulled a mixture of faces and rafe pulled down the covers and softly lifted up the bottom of my top. I had a massive scar down the side of me. “Oh shit..” I replied as it all sank in. “Yeah we should have taken that alley” I joked, Rafe shook his head and a tear dropped too.

“I’m so sorry y/n you know that right, you have to” “Rafe it wasn’t your fault I chose to take it for you and I don’t regret it” “no I should have done better” “I’m fine Rafe I’m completely fine” I held his face “you were out for a month- today”. That sentence hit me like a train “wow um… didn’t expect that” “no” Rafe said softly. “Well I’m awake now eh” I told him “you stayed here all that time?” “I came every day of course I did”

“What because you felt like you had too” I raised my brows laying back down “y/n… I came because your mine and I wanna be with you- I can see us having a future and I knew you’d come back to me and wake up”. His words hit me quite hard, I started to well up. No one had ever spoken to me like that before. “I want all of that too rafe” I nodded putting my arms out dropping a tear onto my cheek. He hugged me back and the nurse walked back in.

“Your parents are on the way, we’re just going to do a few check ups on you make sure your okay my lovely” she twinkled at me “yeah sounds good” I agreed catching rafes hand as he pulled away.

“Then I can take you home baby girl” Rafe kissed my hand softly.

——

[fayesrossua]

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN: PROM KING PT 2

PT1

MINORS DNI, NSFW CONTENT. 18+ CONTENT

Prompt: jean KIRSCHTEIN x AFAB reader.It’s prom night. You and Jean were crowned Prom King and Queen and both of you have had massive crushes on each other for years. It all comes to a head tonight :)

WC: 2.8K

Tags/keywords: wholesome, smutty, romance, budding relationship, super horny Y/N, car sex, banter, Frank Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra, teasing, making out, kissing, French kissing, touching through underwear, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), dick riding/grinding, mention of an ex boyfriend, they are just both touch deprived and petty.

Warning: unprotected sex

Notes: the most important thing to take away from this fic is that Jean is most definitely an frank Sinatra fan and sings My Way at karaoke 🙄

“Here’s yours” Jean said, handing you an ice cream cone. You took it, smiling to the lady at the drive-thru window as Jean thanks her, driving away.

“Wanna go for a drive?” Jean asked, the quiet beeping of the car turn signal being the loudest noise as heavy silence hung between you two. He drove with one hand on the wheel, ice cream balancing between his fingers and his other on your thigh.

“Let’s do it,” you say, swallowing hard as you feel Jean’s fingers relax, softly gripping at your thighs. Your stomach is rolling with butterflies and you occupy yourself with the ice cream. Jean takes a lick out of his while he’s waiting at the red light,

“How about we go to the South end of town, there’s a really good spot to watch the sunset,” he suggested, glancing at you in his peripherals. You turn to look at him, noticing how his plastic gold crown now stood crooked on his head, and his tie was all messed up. It was probably from you grabbing his neck and collar while you were kissing him.

“Please, I love sunsets,” you say earnestly, and Jean chuckles. His hand moves, grazing up and down your leg. You eat your ice cream in peace, as he starts driving. The car is filled with mindless chatter between Jean and you — you laugh at Jean’s stories about his friends at prom, listening to the muffled songs playing on the radio. The radio got fuzzier the further you went away from town, and soon you were driving across empty planes of farm field, orange sunlight filling Jean’s car.

Jean moves his hand from your leg, reaching into the glovebox and handing you the aux.

“Pick what songs you want,” he offers. You plug in your phone and scroll through your Spotify. You chose Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra… It was a cute song. Jean exhaled an amused laugh as the song played. “My mom listens to this kind of music you know, Y/N?” He teased. The orange sun was painting his face with a glow that made him look almost godly in your opinion.

“Then your mom has good taste, Nancy is way better than Frank in my opinion.” You said. You secretly didnt really care one way or the other, you just wanted to see him exasperated.

Jean made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat as he ate his ice cream, looking at you with wide eyes. “Did you seriously just say that? I think you need to leave,” he said, managing to sound dead serious before he broke out in laughter. He drove up a small incline, reaching a flat piece of ground and parking the car. You look out, seeing a large, and empty plot of land ahead of you. “I can’t believe you said that.” Jean continued, licking his ice cream as he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned against the window, facing you. You unbuckled your seat belt and brought one of your legs up, crossing beneath the other one.

“Frank was a degenerate, Jean.” You said jokingly, before biting the edge of your cone, and licking the flat surface of ice cream that was left. “You know I never took you for a Sinatra guy.” You continued.

“I never took you for a Nancy Sinatra girl,” Jean replied, sucking in air through his teeth and pretending to cringe. You guys laugh, and when it dies down, you’re struck by the sky, and how it’s light seems endless — the bright orange and pink rays filling Jean’s car. You feel around for your phone, wanting to take a picture — until you see a flash, and the sound of a camera flicking and turn to see Jean taking a picture of you. He smiles stupidly at you, leaning forward on the centre console and showing you the picture on his phone. “You know that line — she thought the sky was pretty, but i thought she was prettier—“ he said, amused as he watched you push his phone away. You thought you looked bad and you laughed at this corniness. “—well thats you right now,” Jean said.

“You’re such a sap, Jean. That was cute in 2015.”

Jean shrugged, “But I said it, that makes it okay,” he says, taking one more lick of his ice cream before rolling down his window and tossing it away.

You finish eating the cone, and scoff at him, “You’re littering, Jean-!” He exhales an amused sigh, and he leans over, hooking his fingers under your chin and letting his eyes roam over you, landing on your lips. His playful tone so quickly transformed into something deep, and serious. His gentle touch sent heat all over your body, all jokes and witty come backs dying before you could even try and speak.

Instinctively, you lean into him — your lips parting slightly as his fingers move up to your cheek. “You want to kiss me again or something?” You whisper, finally.

“I do, is that okay?” He teases, gently craning your head to the side, presenting your lips to him, perfectly kissable and glossed. He hesitates ever so slightly, and so you make the first move.

You kiss him firmly. Jean inhales through his nose, sitting up and running his fingers into your hair and holding the back of your head. His lips were soft, and cold — still tasting sweet from the ice cream. Your lips slide against his, slippery and warm as you caress his mouth with your tongue. You’re eager to hear each little sigh, or exhale that comes out of his mouth. Wrapping your hand around his neck, you sit up, trying to get closer to him.

“Do you want to go in the back?” Jean asked against your lips. You nod, and he immediately pulls away, opening his door and running around to your side of the car. He opens your door, and you climb out, quickly getting in the back and shuffling to the end, so Jean could slide in.

You feel wetness pooling in your underwear as you look at Jean. He glowered at you with wanting eyes, and you felt dizzy from how fast everything was going. You wanted it though, every fantasy you had of Jean was coming to fruition. You lean forward, reaching your hand up and taking off the plastic crown that was on his head. “I forgot that was there-“ he murmured, feeling his head. You laugh, and he takes off your tiara, chucking it in the front seat. Without any time to waste, Jean grabs your waist, “C’m here,” he whispers as he pulls you in close and kissing you roughly. His tongue slides between your teeth, and you moan gently, opening your mouth and allowing him to massage your tongue with his. His hands aimlessly roam up and down your back, and you press up against him more, desperately trying to connect every point of your body to him.

“I want to be close to you,” you whisper, giggling as he wraps both of his arms around your shoulders and presses you two closer together. Your hand lands on his thigh.

Aggressive, short spurts of pleasure shot up your body as your knees rub together. The warmth of Jean, the way he was kissing you, his touch and his little sounds was almost too much for you.

You need to be closer to him, you need to feel him.

Your hand moves and lingers around his upper thigh. You want so badly to touch his cock, the thought makes your heart beat out of your chest. And underneath your hands, you feel Jean grow tense. “Can I?” You ask in between kisses, and Jean momentarily hovers over your lips.

For a brief second he pictures you — stroking his cock, bent over the seat while sucking him off. A pleading grunt escapes his lips as he goes back into your lips. You take it as a yes and your hand roams the hard hills of his pants. You can feel a small wet spot where his tip would be and you feel yourself getting more turned on by the second.

Jean groaned softly at your touch, and his hands begin venturing down lower, tracing your kneecap and slowly inching his hand across your thigh — his fingers sliding against the natural curve of your soft inner thighs. Your breath hitches at his closeness.

Jean breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath. He looks down at you, palming him through his pants and you can feel him tremble beneath you. Jean wants you, as bad as you want him. His fingers flip up the edges of your dress, allowing him to see the soft skin he’s touching. You exhale against him, stiffening as a gentle hand continues up your thigh — Jean’s knuckles grazing your clothed heat under your skirt. His fingers caress you loosely, his cock growing harder at your little sighs and breathy moans. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N,” Jean says, planting a kiss on your lips and smiling at you.

“So are you, Jean,” you kiss him back, and lean into his ear, “Can I see if your cock is just as pretty?” You ask smugly. Jean makes a tsk noise, and his hand grips at your thigh tightly.

“I think you’ll be satisfied with what I’ve got-“ he replies before leaning back and letting you unzip his pants. Your fingers fumble at his zipper, heart racing as Jean lifts his hips up, and you pull his pants down slightly. Jean’s cock presses against his underwear, and you lean down, resting your weight on your elbow as you run a hand over his hard bulge.

Jean shivers, sucking in a sharp breath as he tilts his head back on the head-rest. He bites his lip, already feeling overwhelmed by your touch as you run your hand greedily along his clothed cock. He was itching for you to pull his waistband down, to suck him off.

Eventually you did, anxiety swirled in your stomach as you pulled down his underwear. It was all mindless daydreams until you came face to face with the tip of his cock. Narrow and skinny, Jean’s cock sprung from his underwear, standing erect. His cock was a deeper flesh tone, with a vein running from the base of his cock all the way up to his tip. You felt drool build in your mouth, and before you could even think, your lips met his tip, kissing it gently. “You like my cock, princess?” Jean whispered, a smug smile growing on his lips. His smile faltered as your lips wrapped firmly around his tip, sucking and letting some of the spit in your mouth dribble down his cock.

You look up at him, your hand resting at the base of his cock and your lips just barely hovering over him, each word vibrating onto his sensitive, pre-cum leaking tip. “I love it.” You muse before starting to suck his dick the way both of you want.

Jean stiffens, and your free hand rests on his thigh, getting him to settle down. He closes his eyes at first, quivering from the hot, deep suctions you were giving him. With your jaw slack, you push his cock deep into your mouth — until he hits your throat. As you come back up to his tip, you swirl your tongue around him. Laying it flat against his shaft and bobbing up and down, feeling your own wetness gush out of you as Jean moans above you, egging you on to keep going. “Keep sucking my fucking cock like that, yeah baby—“

It takes everything in his power to not let him cum right there, but as he feels himself getting close, he puts his hand your neck, and pulls you away. “I wanted to keep going,” you whine, pouting as he brings your arm up, and wrapping his arm around your waist. He breaths shakily and leans in to kiss you passionately.

“I don’t want to cum yet.” He says, in between suffocating kisses.

“What do you want to do?” You ask coyly, into his mouth.

“I want you to ride my dick.” Jean moans out softly, slipping his hands back down to your legs, this time pressing his fingers up against your clothed cunt. You gasp, back arching as his warm hands press into your wet pussy aggressively. He pushes your thighs open with his hand, and you oblige, spreading your legs. “What do you have to say about that?” He asks, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches his fingers push into you.

You’re having a hard time concentrate as Jean works his hand on you. If this was how he was making you feel with your panties still on, you were curious to know what would happen when they were off. “I want it.. i want your cock, Jean.” You exhale, your eyes screwed shut as Jean finally slipped his fingers in your underwear.

“Take these off—“ Jean said, pulling the waistband of your underwear before letting go and hearing it snap against your skin. You reacted quickly, sliding them off. “Sit on my lap.” He whispered to you.

You let Jean move into the middle and swung your legs around him, planting yourself on his thighs. The sun was entering the car at all angles and you couldn’t help but smile at how the pinkish tint to the sky coloured Jean. He rests his head on the head-rest and closes his eyes as he loosens his already undone tie, and unbuttons his shirt.

You silently watch him do this — an overwhelming, feral feeling washing over you.

Never in your life had you wanted to do anything more than to ride his cock and fuck him— his shirt half buttons, tie loose and his hair disheveled as he became undone before you. Waves of pleasure roll through you and you shiver as he finally comes back up, stroking his cock to its fullest length again and gesturing for you to sit.

“Did you ever think about me like this when I was with my ex?” You ask, right before sinking down onto his cock, a stinging feeling flowing through you before it was overrode by a feeling of warmth, and pleasure. Jean shuttered, his hands grabbing your ass roughly as he feels your wet pussy suck every inch of him in so well.

Jean tries to remember what you just said. “Yeah baby, I did. I heard his cock is tiny too. Good thing you’re with me now.” He grunts out, flexing his muscles beneath you as you start bouncing up and down on him. You roll your hips, slowly grinding in and out, and up and down on his cock. You were chasing that growing feeling — the climax you knew was over the horizon. And Jean’s confident words made your heart skip a beat.

“I’m with who?” You ask shyly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

Jean pulls you in, and stops your hips. “You’re mine, baby.” He whispers gruffly — as each word passes he grabs the base of your ass and juts his hips up, ramming his cock into your wet cunt. “You’re mine, and this pussy is mine. Isn’t that right?” He asks, each syllable coaxing you as you feel his cock slam into you with increasing force.

“That’s right, this pussy’s all yours, Jean-“ you reply weakly, loving how he aggressive he was being. Jean slows down his pace, and you begin desperately grinding on his cock again, trying to reach the same level of intensity that he used when fucking you. The sound of your ass coming down on his inner thighs, and squelching of your pussy were enough for Jean to help you out finally.

Jean grits his teeth, holding out as best as he could as he contemplated how he wants this to go. Part of him wants to let you soak up all of his cum. He wants to hold you close to him, and jackhammer into you until he forces his cum inside you — continuing to pump into you even after he came.

Though he also wanted you to leave him limp as you fucked him. Your hands on his shoulders, leaving marks on his arms, chest, as you ride his dick to your orgasm. For you to whisper unspeakable things into his ears and clench your pussy down on him until he has no choice but to cum.

Jean was caught between the desire to get fucked, and fuck. He chose the former — and began held your ass before ramming up cock up into your slick hole.

“Jean— please, just like that.” You plead, loving how deep his strokes were hitting you when you were also grinding on him. Jean fucks you with quickening speed and you feel your mind become foggy, “Jean-! I’m coming” — hot flashes of pleasure cut through the all the noise, electrifying your entire body as you slam down onto his cock, greedily taking your orgasm. Wordless and aching mewls escape your lips— Jean being the only word coherent enough to process. Your thighs shake as you ride him with steady speed, feeling your pussy pulsate against Jean.

Jean can’t hold out any longer. He can’t handle your pussy pulsating and tightening around him like this. “Fuck, Y/N,” All the fluids leaking onto his cock, and your fucked out moans push him over the edge. He let out a deep grunt before pumping into you one last time, and cumming. “Fuck—“ His cum painted your cervix, leaving you feeling so full and wet. Your hips slowed, a gentle back and forth before you lifted yourself from his cock, and leaned onto Jean’s tired body, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “Oh my god, you’re so good.” Jean whispers, breathing deeply and running his hand along your back.

“So are you, Jean—“ you reply, still feeling the residual pangs of your orgasm spread through your body. You sighed at his touch, needing it desperately after you were so vulnerable.

You sit in each other’s arms for a while, catching your breath, and taking in the moment. You’re mine. You know he said that in the heat of it all but you had really hoped it meant something.

“Now I’m literally starving,” he mumbles against your skin, and you laugh. It had been about 2 hours since you guys left prom, and the sun was almost down completely. You swung your legs around, sitting back down in the seat.

“Let’s get dinner then.” You say, before leaning in and giving you a kiss.

[fortuositywritings]

I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 8

Summary: Did someone order a fluff stuffed pizza with extra cheese? 

Warnings: Language, also a bit of violence

The following day starts as most have the past week, only this time you are not dreading waking up early in the morning for a hike aka jogging at an incline with Nat. In fact, you wake up kind of pumped for it and decide to forego the usual coffee. Nat looks at you like you are crazy. You shrug. “Not all of us need caffeine to live, Natasha.”

But you do, you find out mid-hike.

“Fuck me!” you groan, dragging behind Nat.

“No, thanks. You’ve got Wanda for that,” Nat quips. When you don’t reply, she continues, “What? No comment?”

“I’m saving my energy. I don’t know how much longer I can do this. If I die here from exhaustion, hit me with a rock or something. Make it look like a cooler death,” you say. She laughs. “What happened to not needing coffee?”

“Caffeineless-Me is a delusional me. Don’t ever listen to her,” you huff.

Luckily, you smell coffee when you get back to the house. You hear voices in the kitchen and make a dramatic entrance. Clint, Pietro, and Sam’s conversation halts at your interruption. Finding Clint responsible for the coffee, you butter him up in exchange for the coffee cup he hands you. “You know, I told Laura, you were it. I said ‘Laura, you’ll never find another like this one. A king among simple men.’ True story.” Used to your antics, Clint ignores you but Pietro and Sam laugh.

You spend the afternoon at the arcade with Wanda, Pietro, and Peter. You in fact do beat Pietro at skeeball, rubbing your win in his face. He beats you at everything else. It’s hard to be a sore loser though when you are too busy having fun and entertaining Wanda. 

Wanda pulls you all into a photo booth. The group does their best to fit in what is meant to be a two person booth. Wanda ends up on your lap, you sitting next to Pietro, and Peter sticking his head into the frame. You shoo the boys out after the group photos, wanting a strip of you and Wanda. Despite the free space, Wanda stays seated on your lap, not that you mind it. The first two photos are silly. You kiss her cheek for the third and simply smile for the last one in which Wanda sports a blush looking at you. 

You ask Wanda if she is ready to go to the bookstore yet, not forgetting what you promised. She refrains from saying yes when a game calls her attention. She says you can leave after one more game. Wanda challenges you to Guitar Hero and the results are embarrassing. You stare at her score in shock. You refuse to believe it. “What? There is no way! How?” She giggles when you turn your face to her with your hands on your cheeks. “No wonder you’re so good with your hands.”

She blushes at your comment. “Do you play guitar?” You ask, but before she can confirm or deny, you stop her, “Wait, no. I don’t want to know. ‘Cause if you do, that’s too attractive and we can’t have that.”

“Why not?” She tilts her head to the side.

“Because it will ruin our dynamic, You see, we both bring certain things to the table. You bring in the kind hearted, easy on the eyes superhero thing to the table. Me, I bring in the funny, cute, one year away from graduating college kid thing. My two years playing the trumpet as a child could never match even the thought of you holding a guitar,” you explain.

Wanda looks at you curiously. She smiles cheekily, before saying, “I’ll have to play for you someday then.” She laughs when you groan saying she ruined it all and tugs you by the hand to where the prizes are. You both trade your tickets in for small inflatable sledge hammers that you immediately use against each other standing off to the side of the prizes booth. You feel the employee who helped you out stare at you both and feel like you are getting in trouble, so you stop hitting Wanda.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to stare,” the employee says. “The two of you just make a really cute couple.”

“Oh,” you say surprised, but you don’t correct him, unbeknownst to you, making Wanda suppress a smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, you promised me a bookstore,” Wanda says, taking your hand and pulling you toward the exit. You spend an hour in the cute bookstore, which Wanda could have easily made two but she took pity on you, seeing you get a little restless walking around the store in circles. She leaves the store with two new books in hand that you had insisted on buying and a smile on her face as you hold the door open for her.

“I would say ‘I got you next time’ but I wouldn’t want to force you to actually read words on paper,” she jokes.

You roll your eyes at her playful remark. “No, we wouldn’t want that.” 

“So, how about we get some ice cream instead?” she offers, hoping to spend a little more time with you out in the town. Your ears perk up at those words. “Now we’re talking, Maximoff!”

“That reminds me. You still haven’t told me your last name.”

“And I’m not talking.” You mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Wanda jokes, “Well that’s a first. That was the only key, right?”

Wanda laughs when you roll your eyes and eagerly take the bag with her books out of her hand to carry it instead, replacing it with your own as you practically drag her to the ice cream shop. She tries not to react when halfway to the shop you interlace your fingers and smile at her, but her heart doesn’t get the message.

Tanya smiles when she sees you both back again at the shop. She raises an eyebrow, looking at your hands in question. You catch her look and shake your head in denial at Tanya while Wanda is busy looking at the flavors of ice cream. Tanya purses her lips disapprovingly and you nearly groan. Wanda turns to you and asks if you know what you want, unaware of the silent conversation that occurred before her. 

You tell her to order hers first. Although you see her eyeing the strawberry flavor for a good amount of time, she orders the cotton candy flavor. You look at her surprised. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

“Well, in that case, Tanya, I will have two scoops of the strawberry on a cone, please and thank you,” you order. Wanda gives you the same look you’d given her, so you decide to throw her words back at her. “What? Maybe I want to try something different.”

Wanda pays for your ice creams, which of course Tanya would not let slide without commentary. “She’s making you pay for the ice cream? It’s no wonder Y/N stays single. You would think she’d know how to treat a lady.” Tanya shakes her head at you, making you scoff. Wanda laughs but defends you. “She does. This is a small thank you for how well she’s actually done that.”

“Yeah, Tanya! You hear that? I treat people well,” you reiterate as you take your prepared cone from Tanya. “I even did as you said and took her to the fair.” As if it is so unbelievable, Tanya looks at Wanda for confirmation and looks nearly impressed when Wanda nods. You add to pick on Wanda, “All for her to dance with someone else for most of the night.”

This time she scoffs and you try to suppress your smile at how easy you could rile her up. “It was one song,” she defends herself. When she sees that you’re just pulling her leg, she huffs, “You’re annoying,” and goes to sit at the small table by the entrance. Tanya speaks up when you just stand there looking after Wanda with a smile. “Don’t leave her to eat alone now.”

Tanya’s voice startles you out of your trance and you make your way to sit across from Wanda. “It was two songs,” you say, continuing the banter. Wanda retorts before trying her ice cream, “Two. One. What’s the difference?”

“He got one more song with you than I did,” you shrug. You see her make a face of disappointment at the flavor she chose. She replies, “It could have been none with him if someone just asked earlier.”

“Noted. I will let someone know and pass on the message for you,” you tease, earning you a light kick under the table from Wanda while you start with your ice cream. You can only watch her struggle to eat her ice cream and look at yours longingly for so long, before you eventually just snatch hers from her hand. 

“Hey! I was eating that,” she complains. 

“Oh, is that what you were doing? That was a very sad attempt at best. Here, try again,” you say and hand her the rest of your strawberry ice cream. She tries to hand yours back. “I’m not going to take your cone. It’s not the one I ordered.”

You shove the rest of the ice cream you stole into your mouth and eat it as quickly as you can. Wanda stares at you in shock. You try not to make a face at the brain freeze you get. “Well, I just finished yours so now you have no choice.”

Wanda giggles. “You have a brain freeze, don’t you?”

Nothing gets past this woman. You try to deny it anyway. “Nope. Brain warm, actually.”

You don’t fail to make her laugh. She thanks you and you smile as she finishes the strawberry ice cream. You decide to head back to the arcade before the guys get worried. You are surprised they have yet to call or text to ask where you and Wanda were. Wanda says she wouldn’t be surprised if they did not even notice your absence. 

Someone spots you making your way out of the ice cream shop with Wanda and decides to approach you. “Well, well, well. Look who it is,” a loud voice taunts you, making you and Wanda turn your heads to see a guy your age and not so much taller than Wanda approach you. You know him as Abby’s (grocery store lady’s daughter) ex-boyfriend. 

You don’t try to delude yourself into thinking this exchange could be an exchange of simple pleasantries especially given your history and the condescending sneer he throws your way. You huff, mumbling under your breath, “Never move to a small town, Wanda.”

She gives you a questioning look but you ignore it as the ex-boyfriend stands before you both. You give him an obviously fake smile, acknowledging his presence. “Jack,” you say tiredly, not wanting to give anyone the impression you want to actually interact with him. He, on the other hand, has a bone to pick with you and does not plan to let you off easily. 

“Y/N, I see some things never change.” He laughs bitterly, giving Wanda the once over. Not appreciating this, you try to avert his attention back to you and speak in a more fed up tone. “What do you want?”

“What? I can’t say hi to your little girlfriend? You were always so eager to say hello to mine. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t show the same courtesy,” he says, scorn clear in his voice. You really do not have it in you to put up with him and the mess you made that you never dealt with, but you’ve had enough of this biting you in the ass at every corner in this town.

“Look, what I did wasn’t cool. I know, okay? I’m genuinely sorry for not taking your feelings into consideration or talking to you about it before and ignoring the whole thing after it happened. Alright? Can we just move on from this?” you ask, sincerely. Jack looks at you in shock as you await his answer, wanting nothing but to finally move past this mess. Wanda on her end is impressed by your ability to recognize a mistake and apologize. You can feel her looking at you and Jack notices it too, the act riling him up more than anything.

When Jack saw you, he finally found his chance to let everything he was holding back out and seeing you with someone else only assured him he was right about you being this asshole who just goes around stealing people’s girlfriends. He was not expecting an apology. Although it seems to be sincere, it still does not satisfy him and seeing the girl you’re with looking at you the way she is because of it just ticks him off.

So he doesn’t accept your apology. Instead, he turns to Wanda. “It’s a little late for apologies, L/N. Hey, sweetheart. Some advice, best go apologize to your boyfriend before it’s too late, ‘cause whatever you think this is,” he says waving between you and Wanda, “it’s not gonna last.”

Trying to form some semblance of a safety blanket against his fiery gaze, you pull Wanda to stand behind you. Now you’re feeling very irritated. You’re not going to hit him or anything of that nature. God knows you would only hurt yourself. You’ve always strayed away from getting into fights. Besides, why bruise your fists when you could bruise his ego?

“Hey, assface. What do you know about lasting? Last I heard you weren’t doing too well with that. Some advice for you,” you taunt him, using the same tone he did with Wanda, “when you are finally doing something right, which you’ll know since Abby’s not really a quiet one, give her neck a little squeeze and-” You snap smugly. “She can thank me later.”

The whole time you were talking, you could practically see steam coming out of his ears. It’s logical to stay clear when you see the signs of a volcano about to erupt, but when you are standing two feet away from the danger zone, it’s a little hard to avoid getting hurt. You see it coming but you are not quick enough to dodge it. Suddenly, your ass is on the sidewalk, vision impaired as your hand covers the left side of your face that is throbbing in pain. Wanda would say her vision is also impaired as all she sees is red. Not caring if anyone sees, she uses her magic to hold him by the throat, red wisps tightening around his neck. She sees the panic in his eyes but doesn’t ease up. 

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her again. In fact, from now on you don’t talk to her unless she’s speaking to you. Don’t look at her unless she calls your name,” Wanda threatens him, her voice deadly calm, you would almost define it as soothing. Jack wouldn’t. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Jack nods to the best of his abilities, starting to feel light headed. “If you even think about touching her again, I’ll know.” 

She releases her magical hold. He coughs, bringing back oxygen into his lungs. Jack sees the red fade from the witch’s eyes but her stare still holds a fire. Not wanting to enrage the witch any further, he sprints away as soon as she says, “Leave.”

As soon as he is out of sight, Wanda turns to check on you. She finds you already on your feet but your hand is still over your face. She pries your hand away and sees the damage, a bruise already forming over your cheek. You flinch when she prods it gently. Wanda gives you a questioning look when you unexpectedly giggle.

“Sorry, it’s just. Nat always said my big mouth would get me into trouble like this one day. I was really hoping she would be wrong about this one,” you explain, looking away from her but still giggling. Wanda doesn’t find it funny. She gently takes your chin to face her. “It’s not your fault. He had no right to lay a finger on you.”

Wanda’s intense stare doesn’t waver. It’s almost demanding you to understand that what happened can’t be brushed off as a joke and it works. Your mind replays the events and you feel a lump in your throat. Wanda brushes a tear away from your cheek. You hadn’t been aware of the tears forming in your eyes. The sound of a car passing by snaps you out of your emotional state. You haven’t had a good cry in a long while, but like hell will you allow yourself to break down on the sidewalk in front of the ice cream shop where you used to work.

You chase away the tears and clear your throat. Today was a great day for the most part; you weren’t going to let this bump in your trail keep you from continuing on to have a great day and ending it on a good note. Your eyes are a vault of tears, and though you know one day that door is going to open and possibly drown you, today would not be that day. 

You pull away from Wanda’s touch but before she can say anything about it you hold that hand in yours. “Thank you. I’m lucky you were here.” You avoid cringing at how your voice breaks halfway through, evidence of the lump in your throat you cleared away. You manage a small smile instead. 

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that. I hope I didn’t frighten you,” Wanda says, suddenly embarrassed at her quick tempered reaction. This brings out a genuine giggle out of you. “Are you kidding me? Frighten me? The only scary thing about your reaction was how attractive I found it!” 

You can tell Wanda doesn’t believe you, searching your face for any sign that you may be lying and saying this just to humor her. “No, seriously. His pants were wet out of fear. My pants were wet in an entirely different way,” you press. She laughs with glowing red cheeks. As the color fades, you and she decide to head back to the arcade after you refused her offer of getting you something cold at the store to rest against your cheek.

Pietro and Peter didn’t notice you had left the arcade, but they do notice your bruised cheek quickly. After dismissing their concerns, you ask if they were ready to head back. They say they still have to trade their tickets in, so you let them go do that. It isn’t too long until you are back to the car.

It turns out you are the only one in the car with a license, but you’re not feeling up to driving back to the house. Peter looks nervous at the prospect of driving, barely having taken two lessons at school, so he isn’t going to drive. Wanda wants to sit by you, so she lets Peter sit up front. That leaves Pietro to drive.

Big mistake.

You make it home in one piece with your bruised cheek, a massive headache, and a date with the church on Sunday after promising God you would go if you make it back home alive. Pietro brakes hard when pulling up right behind Nat’s car. Luckily, he didn't hit her car. You didn’t need to survive Pietro’s wild car ride, just so Nat could kill you after. 

The twins are arguing. “God, Wanda. No one likes a backseat driver,” Pietro says as he puts the car in park and takes the key out of the ignition. Wanda yells, “No, but I’m sure we would all like to live to see past our 20’s and Peter past high school!”

At the mention of his name, Peter finally opens his eyes and loosens his tight grip on his seatbelt. “Oh, we’re here? I, um, have to go to the bathroom.” He excuses himself before basically ripping the door open and running into the house on shaky legs. Pietro also storms out of the car but more so in irritation from his sister.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks you, taking off her seatbelt. You unbuckle yours and laugh to ease her concerns. “Yeah, just give me a moment. I don’t think my life is done flashing before my eyes yet.” 

Wanda giggles as you act out seeing your life replaying in your mind. “Okay, almost done. Exercise with Nat, board games, seeing you naked.” You laugh when she punches your arm. “Arcade, your brother almost killing us all, and finished. Wow, I lived a pretty good life.”

She shakes her head at your silliness, before practically pulling you out of the car. Most of everyone is in the living room when you come inside. You guess your bruise must be very noticeable, your cousin gasping upon seeing your face. She rushes to your side with the help of Clint and sees the damage.

“Y/N, what happened?” she asks, a motherly type of concern slipping into her tone.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You thank Nat when she sits you down and helps place an ice pack on your injury.

“It looks pretty bad, kid,” Clint says, not helping ease the concern on his wife’s or his best friend’s face. 

“You should have seen the other guy,” you say, acting like you actually did anything other than stare mouth agape as Wanda took care of Jack. The disbelief on everyone’s face when you said that, including Sam’s, was insulting. You scoff, “Okay, ouch. I could have taken care of business if Wanda wasn’t there, thank you very much.”

“So, Wanda was there?” Nat pries and you tell them everything. Laura thanks Wanda for doing what she did and Wanda, being of humble heart, claims it goes unsaid that she would do that for any of them and there was no need to thank her. Nat doesn’t say ‘I told you so’ but she tells you it’s time to learn self-defense as she wants you to quote unquote “be prepared next time god forbid something like this happens again”, which to you was another way of saying ‘I told you so’, 

Nat says she will personally see to giving you your first lesson tomorrow. Clint laughs at the thought and suddenly everyone is amped to watch Nat teach you some moves in the morning, inviting themselves to be your audience as if embarrassing yourself in front of Natasha was not going to be enough. Everyone leaves you alone to get ready to sleep after that. 

After changing into your pjs, you pull out your phone and scroll through your camera roll sitting on the couch. You have at least fifty or so new photos of just today. You smile as you watch the video you recorded of Wanda and Pietro playing Dance Dance Revolution. Watching them interact today, you are reminded of you and Laura and Nat and if their bond is anything like yours, you are happy that Wanda has someone like that in her life. 

Wanda comes downstairs to check up on you before turning in for the night. She hears you before she sees you, your giggles cutting through the air. She follows the sound, curious as to what has you in such spirits. When she is close enough, Wanda sees you are laughing at something playing on your phone. 

“What are you watching?” Wanda asks from behind you.

“Just some of the stuff I recorded today. Come look.” You invite her over.

Leaning over your shoulder, she finds out it is a video of her and her brother playing the dancing game at the arcade. She fails to see what you find so funny but as the video plays on, you kept zooming in and out of Wanda’s face as she pouts every time she missteps but the look of determination never wavering. 

You think it’s a cute video but you aren’t surprised when Wanda lunges for your phone in an attempt to take it and delete the video. You lean forward away from Wanda on time so that she cannot reach it. She groans, “Delete it.”

“Mmm, no.” You shake your head and laugh when Wanda wastes her energy to maneuver around the couch to take the phone away only for you to hide it behind your back away from Wanda’s hands. She looks down at you unimpressed. “Y/N, do you really think that’s going to work? I can take it with a wave of my hand.”

“Tsk tsk tsk. Always relying on your magic. Afraid you can’t get it without twirling your fingers?” you shoot back with a smirk. Your cockiness is short lived as you see Wanda sport the same look of determination she wore in the video you took. She surprises you by settling onto your lap, basically straddling you. She holds you by the shoulders. You nearly whimper when she leans into your ear and whispers, “I’ll show you twirling my fingers.”

She leans away from your ear and looks you right in the eye as one hand begins to wander down your chest. You hold your breath when she gets to your belly button. You should have known better, misreading the smirk on her face. It all takes a turn when she brings her other hand down and begins to tickle you. 

You try fighting her off with one hand, keeping the other with your phone behind your back, but she’s relentless. You flail around and you end up lying on the couch, Wanda still on top of you. You can’t help the tear that slips and you take that as your cue to beg her to stop. “Mercy! Mercy! Stop!”

Wanda eases up on the tickling, giving you time to catch your breath, but she makes no move to get off of you nor to actually take your phone away. She rests her hands on your stomach and watches you, amused when you wipe away your tear. 

“That wasn’t nice,” you breathe out. She chuckles. You stare at her as if it is your turn to gaze at her in wonder. She takes you by surprise again when she asks, “Can I kiss you?”

She��s kissed you before. Hell, you’ve done a lot more than that, so you’re wondering why she’s even asking at this point. At the confusion on your face, she explains, “I mean, can I kiss you just to kiss you?”

Finally understanding what she is asking, you sit up and give her your permission. “You can kiss me whenever you want. It doesn’t have to lead to anything.” She hesitates to move so as a show of faith you peck her lips, startling her. “See?”

Wanda smiles and leans forward to kiss you. It’s a slow but still rather chaste kiss. It takes your breath away and when she pulls back she giggles as your lips unconsciously chase after hers. She gives you what your lips were seeking for, pulling you further into her by your neck and tangling her hands in your hair. You are kissing slowly but then you’re not when you slip your hands under her shirt to grip her waist. You pull away and kiss down her neck. 

Wanda starts to feel hot. She doesn’t know when she started to grind onto you, but her hips are actively working to find some friction to relieve the feeling that’s bubbled up. You’re both wearing too many clothes, she thinks. She pushes you away and goes to take off her shirt, but when she had pushed you, you’d come to your senses. You stop her and pull her shirt back down. 

“As much as I’d like to, Clint and Nat seeing me in boxers haunts me to this day. I don’t want to imagine what they’d do if someone saw us less than decent on the couch,” you explain. 

“Oh,” she says, almost a little dejectedly, but Wanda understands. She honestly forgot they were in the living room, open for anyone to accidentally walk in on them. You crack a joke at her sounding so bummed. “Sorry if I gave the idea that I’d be comfortable putting it all out there for show. I don’t know what kind of things you and your ex-robo-boyfriend liked to do, but not everyone can be as free spirited.”

Knowing what comes next after a joke like that, you are quick to grab her wrists before she punches your arm. “Or as violent,” you add, laughing when she pouts at not getting her way. You wrap your arms around her before falling back to lie on the couch. Wanda stretches out her legs to get more comfortable, which is hard to do given your arms are still wrapped around her holding her arms down as well. 

“You’re the worst,” she mumbles into your neck. You laugh. “Hey, don’t start comparing me to your exes. It’s hard to compete with a lab-produced man. He’s probably over six feet tall and can do long division in a blink. Probably does the cheesy things you like, like serenading you and lipsyncs as the song actually plays from his mouth.”

Your arms loosen up as you speak, allowing Wanda to shift more so beside you. Wanda giggles at your rambling and throws an arm around your stomach. “He’s not an Alexa, Y/N.”

“Are you sure? Or you just never tried saying ‘Vision, play Summer by Calvin Harris’?” She bites your shoulder instead of swatting at you. “Ow. What kind of name is Vision anyway? I mean that can only mean he’s packing some serious stuff cause moaning out ‘Vision’ is just not it, you know? I mean, it’s better than ‘Brad’ but honestly most anything is better than Brad.” 

“Ugh!” Wanda lets out in frustration and a hint of embarrassment. Her face turns pink but she tries to hide it behind her hand. She says something else you don’t catch as it’s muffled by her palm. You grab her hand and move her arm back to its original position around you. “What was that?”

“I said ‘I don’t’,” Wanda repeats. 

“You don’t, what?” you ask. Wanda waits a second for you to catch up. “Wait, you and he never?” you ask. When she shakes her head, you are too bewildered by that possibility that you have to confirm. “Never ever?”

She rolls her eyes at you. “Sorry, it’s just that,” you pause. A thought that nearly shuts down your brain takes over and you have to ask, but you weren’t sure how, not knowing if she would want it brought up in case the answer was yes. “Wait! Were you? I didn’t, um.. Did I…”

“Did you, what?” Wanda cautiously asks, noting how hesitant you are to ask whatever it is you were trying to figure out. You clear your throat. “Was I your first?”

You don’t know what you hoped the answer to be. Yes? Being someone’s first can be a big deal and if you were hers, Wanda’s first time, you’d have to move to a mansion for the size of your ego. But another thought arises. Did you live up to her expectations? Her body language seemed to say yes, but maybe she’s just really good at lying. Did you actually disappoint? Wanda disrupts your thoughts by laughing… loudly. 

“Well, damn. A simple ‘no’ would’ve been sufficient,” you pout. Internally, you are a little relieved to not have been the first. When she leaves here, you’ll probably be brought up at an odd time or another in conversation. Three of the small group of Avengers will probably remember you as Wanda’s fling, but you wouldn’t be able to stand being seen as that goof that deflowered the second youngest member of the team. 

“Do not take this the wrong way, Y/N, but I’m glad you were not my first,” she says. Obviously, your response is “Ouch. I don’t know how there is any other way to take that.” She continues, “Because I got to enjoy myself with you. The first time for me was not fun. I didn’t even really like him, but I was tired of everyone comparing me to Pietro, who is as you say more of a ‘free spirit’, and I guess I wanted to prove I could be too.”

With one hand you run your fingers through her hair and with the other you rub her arm in comfort. “Well then in that case, I’m glad I wasn’t your first as well. Also, I enjoyed it too.” She giggles, making you smile in return. “Just sayin’.”

“What about you?” she asks. 

“My first time?” She nods. You hesitate to get into it and she gives you an out. “You don’t have to.”

“No, it’s only fair. My first was actually Skye,” you say. Wanda looks surprised. “I know. A lot of firsts with that one.”

“How did you meet?” Wanda keeps the conversation flowing after a heavy pause.

You chuckle remembering how it happened. “It all started with what Laura coined the great animal rescue,” you start. You tell her the beginning, the middle, and the end of your first and really only relationship. 

“Was she the girl in the picture you showed Peter?” Wanda knows the answer. Why does she do this to herself? Maybe to try to get it through her head that there is someone out there that knows you the way she does and maybe better. Of course, a straight yes or no is too much to ask from you. “Daisy Ridley? I wish! Could you imagine? Rey Skywalker?”

“Maybe Sam has a right to tease you. You are a nerd.” You scoff, “Excuse me. Anyone would be lucky to date ‘only the prettiest woman alive!’” you repeat Peter’s voice, trying to make his voice. Wanda laughs at your impersonation of the young hero.

You remove Wanda’s arm and get off the couch. She frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Getting us a blanket and pillows. It’s way late and although I can talk with you until the sun rises, I need to get some sleep before Nat kicks my ass tomorrow. I’ll be right back,” you say with a smile before turning to grab said items.

You come back, hand Wanda a big pillow you decide you would both use, and stretch the blanket out over her before getting under it and back to the way you were before. 

“Are you comfortable? Do you want the other pillow?” you ask her, which she really appreciates. Once she tells you she’s all good, you kiss her head and wish her sweet dreams.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Wanda replies.

She can’t understand how Skye held so much of you and let you go. Holding you and talking through the night with you, she knows it’s going to hurt when she will have to do the same in a few days. She holds you tighter and closes her eyes, hoping to dream of you tonight.

“Does Vision come with WiFi?”

“Y/N, go to sleep,” Wanda mutters, though she tries not to laugh.

“Sorry, just wondering. Goodnight, Wanda.”

Did Vision have wifi? He doesn’t work like a router, does he? Could she have had a personal hotspot the entire time she was dating him? Wanda needs answers.

“I bet you’re thinking about it now too, huh?” 

“Y/N.”

“Sorry, sleeping now.”

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can u do more of jealous jk drabbles?👉👈

this one kinda cute but theres smut 😃

The best time of the day is when the sun is just over the horizon, taking on a blue and orange hue in the sky, not shining bright enough to blind or give a heat stroke to the crowd in the amusement park. Just enough illumination to not have to rely on the lights provided from the ferris wheel, neon titles above the rides and games you stand before.

You can't contain your squeal and shake your interlocked hands with Jungkook while bouncing on your feet, the three companies you came with much more casual about the occasion. "Where should we go first?!"

Your boyfriend shrugs, Soyeon glances at Taehyung who makes the decision: "Rollercoaster." He has a crazed grin on his face, the sparkle and mischief in his eyes matching yours. Both of you are extremely fond of these thrillers.

"A rollercoaster...? I'll wait for you guys," Soyeon sheepishly holds her nape with a smile. You coo at her.

Jungkook scoffs arrogantly, "Are you afraid too, baby? You can hold onto my arm."

You blow raspberries and clutch onto your friend's arm, "I love rollercoasters." You and Soyeon gaze into each other's eyes as you say, "Don't worry. It'll be fun if you come with me."

She blushes, Taehyung and Jungkook watching the interaction with quirked brows. How boy-friendly of you.

The seats were decided. You all bought the tickets, and it's your turn to hop on the carts. Girls sit in front of the boys, and Soyeon hesitantly places her hand on top of yours on the railing. Taehyung wraps his hands around Jungkook's arm, who is slouching in his seat with a frown.

"I'm so scared, Jungkookie," Taehyung's teeth chatter, "w-will you protect me?"

All the carts are secured as the ride slowly moves forward, slightly creaking as Jungkook groans, "Let go of my fucking arm!" Despite his relentless shaking, his best friend only holds on tighter.

"Why? Your girlfriend is having a sexual awakening with her buddy girl, why can't we?!"

Jungkook gapes at him, brows meeting in perplexity before he looks at the row across. The two of you have your heads leaning on each other, and no, that was the romantic scene he was supposed to have with you, not Taehyung who snuggles into him in whimsical fear.

"She's straight," he counters weakly, not even caring about his numbing arm from the sight before him.

The carts reach the peak of the tracks, a sense of adrenaline stirring in everyone's stomach and you squeeze Soyeon's hand comfortingly seconds before Taehyung's scream torments the whole population's ears. Needless to say, Jungkook had it the worst.

—————

Your boyfriend winces with a finger in his left ear as he follows the group with Taehyung next to him, behind you and Soyeon.

"Remind me to never go on a rollercoaster with you," he seethes intimidatingly, emitting a snort from the guilty.

"Ooh, bumper cars!" Taehyung childishly points at the competitive game. Jungkook smiles wickedly, "I'm going to give you a fucking concussi–"

"Boys against girls!" Soyeon chirps, and you gasp at the amazing idea.

"Yes! That'd be so fun!"

Upon seeing Jungkook's incredulous face, Taehyung bursts out in laugher and clutches his stomach, tearing up when he instantly goes in denial mode.

Which didn't help, because Soyeon stole you for herself once more and he is stuck with the dumbest person he's ever met once more.

"Let's beat those bitches."

"That's my girlfriend, Tae."

Those words were thrown out the window the moment the game began, because he became ruthless. Even Taehyung was getting nauseous from how violently the car was bumping against yours, the one Soyeon claimed shotgun in, rocking your bodies back and forth. It's revenge for not giving him the attention he rightfully deserves, and leaving him with who was supposed to be a fourth wheel.

No mercy, you must suffer.

When you all got off the ride, Taehyung couldn't stop stumbling all over the place.

"I'm going to throw up," he groans and pinches Jungkook's shirt.

"That settles it: I won," he shrugs triumphantly. Soyeon is quick to bite back, "You almost killed us."

"Oh no," you jump to his defence with a giggle, "he's just very competitive."

Your boyfriend smiles at your first acknowledgement of his existence, relieved as he throws an arm around you. "I'm not about to lose to a bunch of–"

"Please don't finish that sentence," you smile at him; sickly sweet with your warning.

He forces a chuckle, "–a bunch of strong, independent women."

—————

"You ever seen lesbian porn, Jungkook?" Taehyung asks as he licks up a fat stripe on his ice cream. Jungkook doesn't bother responding. "It usually begins with one girl being all shy and reluctant until the sexual tension becomes too much. Say they're studying, gossipping, whatever, the normal stuff. Then... one of them makes the first move, and the other eventually gets into it." He glances at his friend to measure his reaction; nonchalant and barely listening. "Oh, but I have a boyfriend, oh this is wrong, oh friends don't do this," he imitates in a higher pitch. "Then they fuck."

"Do you ever stop talking?" he asks, flabbergasted and annoyed. He's holding onto your ice cream after you left to the bathroom with your friend, Taehyung protecting hers and licking the melted drops to keep the cone clean. What Soyeon doesn't know won't hurt her; the flavor is too good for him to waste.

"I'm just saying man, you never know with these girls," his cheeks puff out as he suppresses a laugh. Jungkook's paranoia is easy to mess with, and he knows he shouldn't do it so often, but it's just so fun. A snort slips.

"They've been roommates for two years, I'm sure if she was bisexual, she'd know by now," he spits defensively.

"Oh my God, do you think they got drunk and kiss–"

"We're back!" you announce and take your cone from Jungkook's hand, your friend doing the same.

"Welcome back, baby," he stands up to hug you, effectively pulling you a few steps away from Soyeon with a glare. You relish in it with joy, mushing your face against his chest.

"What should we go on next?" Taehyung casually cuts into your display of affection.

"The ferris wheel, maybe? Oh, Soyeon, you have–" you point at the corner of your lip, and she mirrors the opposite side, prompting you to reach out a hand and wipe off the stain with your thumb. Jungkook blinks in astonishment. Taehyung's eyes widen to saucers as he watches his soul leave his body. His words are getting to him.

Your hand is snatched away in a flash, and you're dragged away back to the stalls where he corners you, answering your unspoken question: "Hey, just wanted to privately ask you how your date is going with Soy milk." His voice drips with sarcasm, the attitude catching you off guard.

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, I feel like I'm third wheeling in front of my own girlfriend," he scowls, and your heart drops. "You haven't done a single thing with me today. I thought we came here to spend time with each other, yet we've done anything but. Be honest, are you..." he gulps and averts his gaze, "is there something going on...?"

"Jungkook," you startle and place a hand on his chest, "it's nothing like that. Of course I wanted to spend time with you, but Soyeon's been trying really hard to mend our friendship so I thought I would reciprocate. I didn't want things to be awkward between us, but I didn't realize I was neglecting you. I'm really sorry, love."

Your explanation endears him, shoulders slouching in relief just before he murmurs, "But in lesbian porn..."

"Oh my God," you exclaim in disbelief with a laugh, "I just hung out with her."

"You know I get needy!" he frowns with flushed cheeks. "That bitch wouldn't let go of you for one goddamned second, if I didn't know better I would've dragged you away a lot sooner."

You coo at him and squeeze his cheeks before he shakes you off grumpily. "I was going to go on the ferris wheel to make it up to you."

"Oh wow," he rolls his eyes, "can't believe you found the time to think about me."

"So jealous," you tease.

"Shut up," he pushes your forehead with his finger, "before I try to mend my friendship with Soy milk as well."

"She is not your friend," you glare at him with hooded eyes.

"So jealous."

—————

"The ride is five minutes long," Jungkook blurts out of thin air the moment you step into the moving cabin. "And we're going to stop at the top." At your gasp, he continues as he takes a seat, "Yeah, I did that movie cliché and paid extra."

"Jungkook," you coo with doe eyes and lay your head on his shoulder, "that's so romantic."

"Hey, don't get all cute. You said you were going to make it up to me." He tilts your chin, "How far are you willing to go?"

His question doesn't throw you off, and you chuckle, "Whatever you want."

"Yeah? Your time is running out," he looks past the window to see how high up you are. Four meters off the ground, give or take. "You think you can make me cum before we get off?"

Oh. "Better choose fast–"

You fondle with the buckle of his belt and make quick work of your hands to pull down his black jeans that hug his thighs. You lick your lips for moisture, and after what some experiences have thought you, you know to spit in your hand before wrapping your fingers around him.

"Damn, you didn't come here to play," he releases a humored breath as he watches you get him off. As if the limited time isn't bad enough, you have to get him erect in remarkable speed as well. He shifts slightly with a deep sigh, and when his cock starts to grow, you get on your knees before him and take the head of his length in your mouth. He sucks his teeth and weaves his fingers through your hair as he closes his eyes. Thirteen meters off the ground.

Mindful of your pace, you ease his length inside by taking him inch by inch, swirling your tongue the way he likes it and bobbing your head. His grip on your hair tightens as a low grunt resounds in the cabin. "You're doing so well," he looks down at you with half hooded eyes, lustful in their gaze, "you want to make it up to me that bad? Want to please me? Gosh," he sighs.

You deepthroat him with your hand covering what you can't reach until he thrusts into your mouth. You gag in reflex, and he uses your hair as leverage to do the rest for you. It's sloppy now, and saliva drools from the corner of your mouth with welling tears. You can only hope he reaches climax in time. Twenty two feet off the ground.

When his thrusts begin to slow down, you take it as your cue to pull away and jerk him off, your tongue taking care of the tip as his breaths grow more and more shallow. You assume he's holding back moans as to not attract any attention to your cabin. Thirty one meters. You make it a challenge for yourself to make him cum by the timr you reach the peak.

"Ah, go faster," he furrows his brows, face twisting in pleasure as he leans back on his seat. Your scalp starts to sting from his strong grasp.

Your hand listens, and you suck harder on the head while teasing the slit, and he gasps louder each passing second. He's panting while forty three feet off the ground, and a few moments later, his hips lift off the seat as he groans, his release on your tongue that you swallow. It comes in stutters, so you keep your mouth on him until you've swallowed every drop to avoid getting banned from the amusement park. Calling it simply taboo is an underestimatement.

"Shit, shit," he breathlessly says and thrusts into your mouth two last times before pulling out, a string of saliva still attached to your mouth. The ferris wheel stops. "You were fucking perfect, baby," he murmurs and his head goes limp, eyes dazed from the climax. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and smile despite the ache in your jaw.

"Thank you," you squeak and sit next to him. His head rolls to you. "Is my face okay?"

"Oh, you wore lipstick," he laughs quietly and uses the hem of his matching black shirt to clean up the smudge, his stomach on display from the action. You sit still as he fixes up your appearance, brushing your disheveled hair with his fingers, and just to be extra, he adjusts your collar, making you giggle and roll your eyes. "Like nothing happened. I'll eat you out at my dorm to return the favor."

You blush in surprise at his words, but he dismisses it by looking at the view. The sun has set, and all the lights sparkle from under you and the midnight black sky. It's beautiful. You admire it with him.

"I can't believe I paid extra for this. There's not even fireworks."

BONUS:

Soyeon and Taehyung sit across from each other without averting their gaze from the sky, effectively ignoring the presence of one another until he breaks the silence. "This is so romantic."

"Yeah."

"If we were a couple, this would be the perfect moment to kiss."

"Um... I guess," she shrugs off his unusual flirting.

"You want to be a couple for this ride?" he suggests and looks at her with wiggling brows.

She doesn't return the stare, softly speaking, "No, I think I'd rather jump off."

He chuckles under his breath, "Jungkook is going to have a field day when he finds out you're lesbian."

"Huh?"

"I said why don't you jump on this dick."

[emilykaldwen]

Laura Kline  --  How Soon Is Now  --  Character Introduction

Hawkins was nothing at all like the big city, even if she didn’t frequently get to enjoy the glamor and lights of New York. Culture shock might have her reeling just as much as her father, Larry Kline, insisting on keeping up some farce that she’s his niece, and that includes his wife. Her stepmother? Her aunt? It’s enough that sometimes she thinks running away might be the best idea.

Chrissy Cunningham is her saving grace. Her next door neighbor is sweet and warm and welcoming with enough veneer chipping on the edges that Laura doesn’t feel so much like a fraud.

“Oh come on, you’d be great at it! You can do cartwheels almost as good as I can!” Laura shook her head with a laugh and took another slurping bite of her melting ice cream cone.

“Almost, huh?” she teased, the girls falling into another slew of giggles. “I feel like I’m supposed to actually care about the teams I’m cheering for right? Uncle Larry might like the idea, but I’ve got the tutoring program at the middle school. I think that’s enough excitement. But you know I’ll be in the stands once football starts up.”

The redhead shook her head with another laugh, giving up for now. “Okay, but promise you’ll come to the parties with us afterwards. It’s, like, everyone, not just the squad or the team. It’ll be nice to have a buddy and if we carpool...”

Chrissy trailed off and Laura watched her gently. “So we can get home for my curfew. Perfect,” she offered and the girls fell back in the grass together.

Her back row partner in history, Eddie Munson, is repeating his senior year, and the two of them share a series of looks depending on how Mr Riggins is boring on in his lectures. Any minute now, he’s going to go in on the Kennedy assassination, they both know it.

"Hey, what's that?"

Eddie's head jerked up from the slim book he was focusing on over the notes that they were supposed to be taking. For a long moment, he looked uncomfortable and Laura wasn't sure if she should just wave it off or not. Quietly, Eddie closed it and showed her the dark cover. The Temple of Elemental Evil complete with intimidating gargoyles and a lightening storm over a stone building. She made a quiet "oh" and nodded, then scribbled a question on her notebook, tilting it up.

can I play?

Eddie looked absolutely torn for the next few minutes as she resumed taking down notes that she’d pass along to him at lunch. She then raised her eyebrow at his newly scribbled note.

we could use a healer. lunch?

Amid the giggles and murmurs of the ‘hot new guy from California can you believe it?’, it’s the quiet, twitchy redhead, Max Mayfield, that Laura finds in after school tutoring first. Needing to catch up quickly with the other students, Laura takes a shine to her, and her hackles rise at the way her older brother treats it all like an inconvenience.

Laura watched Max fiddle with her pencil, her lips moving slightly like she was speaking to herself. The older girl remained quiet, sorting through the papers Mrs McGinnis gave her to help catch Max up on the unit for early American settlers. “I can’t even concentrate when he’s not even here.” Max’s voice was quiet and strained, and Laura’s brow furrowed when Max met her eyes. It always pleasantly surprised her to see them both have green eyes, but she hated the look in Max’s. Too lost, too nervous. Laura opened her mouth to ask but Max shook her head. “He’s always my ride, and it bugs the shit outta him but it’s a long way to skateboard and mom doesn’t want me getting lost and so he’s always yelling that if I’m not at the car by this time, he’s going to leave me and I just-” Lara reached out and grabbed Max;s hands, still them before she broke the pencil. “Hey, hey take a deep breath. If your brother leaves without you, I’ll drive you home. If you want me to be your new ride on these days, I’m more than happy to do it, okay?” Max looked uncertain at the prospect, but there was a sense of relief in the way her shoulders relaxed. “It’s not... I don’t want to get him in trouble either. My stepdad...” The sentence hung in the air, too many words unsaid but there was a pleading look on Max’s face that willed Laura to try fill in the blanks herself. She thought about Billy - charming, frustrating asshole that after two days of being his table mate in chemistry, was obvious that beneath it all there was a storm of problems way above a sixteen year old’s pay grade. Coupled with Max’;s jumpiness, things started to click more in that heavy quiet. “Then we won’t get him in trouble and-” Before Laura could finish her sentence, the angry bark of, “Max!” shot from the library entry, echoing among the books. Both girls’ heads jerked up to see Billy striding over, body thrumming in frustration and Laura gave Max’s hand a squeeze. She could handle this just fine. Billy was in no way scarier than her dance master and maybe, for once, she could actually say what she wanted.

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Take a Bow (4) - Connor McDavid and Leon Draisaitl

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

Warnings: Babies, anxiety/feelings of heightened anxiety, smut

It’s not that Connor hates kids. They just make him uncomfortable.

Like when his aunt had a baby when he was 13 his mom asked if Connor wanted to hold him. Connor was fine when his mom gently placed the baby in his arms. Up until his mom told her to be super careful with his head or else he could snap his neck and kill him. Or if Connor accidently pressed his soft spot it could severely detriment his brain development. It was too much responsibility.

At least that’s what he used to think.

He fell in love with Emilia the minute you walked through the front door with her in the baby carrier. The dogs were excited by the tiny squirming arms inside the carrier, he had to hold Lenny back so he didn’t crush her.

“This is going to sound super cliche,” Connor says as he coos into the carrier where Emilia is trying to open her tiny eyes, “but she is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s a lot cuter now that her head is a normal shape,” you joke, munching on a cookie Connor had set out for you.

“Can you stop making fun of our daughter’s cone head?” Leon rolls his eyes.

“You didn’t see it, it was terrifying.”

(Connor googles a picture of it later. Babies are fucking weird.)

He helps you up the stairs to the waiting cup of tea on the mug warmer in your bedroom. He lets you get settled, handing you the TV remote and giving you a kiss on the forehead before going back downstairs to meet his daughter (step-daughter? Connor didn’t really know).

“Can I hold her?” Connor asks when he finds Leon and Emilia in the living room.

“What happened to the three month rule?” He raises an amused eyebrow.

Connor had created it after the incident. He didn’t hold a baby that was younger than 3 months.

“I’m feeling brave.”

Leon scooches over so Connor has room to sit comfortably. Leon gently places Emilia in his arms, and gives Connor a pillow to prop his arm on. Emilia’s blinks at him before squirming and stretching her little arms over her head. Connor feels all warm and fuzzy in his chest.

“Hello, Emilia,” he says, with a smile on his face, “I’m your other dad.”

~~~

Connor’s not inherently a jealous person.

Or at least he thought he was. But ever since Emilia came home he’s been feeling it. He loves Emilia, don’t get him wrong. Well, actually, he should backpedal for a second.

Connor is still annoyed at Leon.

He knows he should probably bring this up (because look what happened last time) but he hasn’t because Leon was trying to make things right with you. He obviously was trying with Connor as well, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was an afterthought. Some days were better than others, but everytime Connor thought about how he woke up and couldn’t find Leon in the penthouse he felt like puking.

Emilia eases the pain. He truly does love her like his own. The only time he uses the “she’s your kid” card is when it's 2 am and he’s too tired to get up. But he rarely even does that because Connor’s always been the heaviest sleeper out of the three of you. But other than that, he volunteers for bathtime, plays with her while you’re in the shower, he doesn’t even hate changing diapers that much.The puppies love her too, they’ve transitioned from napping on the dog beds in the living room to the spot on the couch closest to the bassinet to keep an eye on them. He regularly has to stop Lenny from trying to jump in and crush Emilia.

Back to Leon (Connor tends to get side tracked when talking about Emilia). Connor’s still annoyed and he’s been working up to talking about it. But it never seems like a good time. First you were pregnant, and Connor didn’t want to upset either of you. Then it was playoffs and Connor didn’t have any time to think about anything else. Then they got swept and Connor did nothing but eat ice cream for a week like he just had his first heartbreak. And after that…well, he just hates confrontation.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll get around to it, that he just wants to gather his thoughts but he knows he’s stalling at this point. Mostly because -

“So did you do what we talked about last session?” Sophie, his therapist, asks him at the beginning of his appointment.

-his therapist calls him on his bulshit. And he realizes that’s the whole reason he pays her, but it’s still rude.

“About that…” Connor trails off.

She gives him an amused smile, “Connor, you know I don’t like telling you what to do but I strongly suggest you talk to Leon.”

“Sophie, my girlfriend gave birth, we started playoffs and got swept all in the last two weeks,” he says with an exasperated sigh, “I deserve a little time for myself. Isn’t that what you told me last week?”

“I was getting to that,” she says.

Connor almost didn’t show up to his first session. He spent the whole ride over that he his therapist would be a quiet homophobe and who’d sell his story to the presses and ruin his life.

But then he went in and saw the framed photo of Sophie and her wife and their twins. He let out a sigh of relief and felt more comfortable telling her about his life. She didn’t even really watch hockey and she told him that he thought he was a “good player” for his age. Connor always has to stop himself from laughing whenever she tries to compliment his playing style. She’s adorable.

“And what about  (Y?N)? Have you thought about what you were going to say to her?”

He knows. He just doesn’t know if you’ll want the same thing.

“I have, a little bit.”

“And would you like to share what you’ve been thinking about?”

“I-uh,” he swallows, “I want another baby?”

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t think so.”

Sophie sends him home with the same homework he had last week: try to slowly figure out what he wants to say when he’s eventually ready to have a talk.

When he comes home, Leon’s standing in the kitchen by Emillia’s bottle warmer. He looks stupid hot holding a baby and Connor’s only mildly annotated about it.

“Hey,” he flashes Connor a bright smile when he notices Connor’s presence, “Can you hold her while I make her a bottle?”

“Sure,” He takes Emilia from Leon before sliding the dimmer down on the light switch. Her eyes slowly open in the dim light and her gumless smile warms Connor’s heart.

“Hello sweet girl,” he coos, watching as she somehow wiggles an arm loose from her blanket, “I love you. I hope you had a good morning.”

He doesn’t expect her to answer, obviously, but she does start to open and close her mouth, indicating she's hungry.

“Leo, you’re too slow,” he taunts playfully, watching as Leon carefully measures out the formula, “she’s starving over here.”

“I can only move so fast,” he laughs.

When Leon finally gets Emilia her bottle Connor relaxes into the dining room chair as she eats her lunch.

“How was therapy?”

Connor told you and Leon that he started going when he came home from his session. Connor didn’t divulge everything that happened in his sessions but it felt nice to have someone ask.

“It was good,” he says, leaning over and resting his head on Leon’s shoulder, “I only cried a little this time.”

Leon chuckles, “Does that mean therapy’s working?”

“Probably.”

~~~

Connor can’t help but laugh when he rewatches the interview of Leon talking about Emilia. He manages to somehow be adorable and sarcastic at the same time. You’re settled against his chest with your ipad resting on your lap and he can feel your giggles as Leon gives his short, glib answers to the journalists' annoying questions.

(Congratulations, she’s very cute.

“I know. She is my daughter after all.”

Your girlfriend’s not going to get mad about that comment?

“She’s gonna get mad if you keep asking questions about her newborn.”)

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen this yet,” Connor says as he runs his fingers through your hair.”

“Neither can I,” you giggle as Leon looks into the camera like he’s on the Office.

Leon rolls his eyes as he emerges from the bathroom, now freshly shaven.

“It’s not that funny,” he says.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Leo,” Connor says, gently hooking his fingers in Leon’s chain to pull him down for a kiss, “You’re very funny.”

“Why did you shave?” you say as Leon turns to give you a kiss, “Your beard looked so good.”

“It was also getting super scratchy,” Connor says.

Leon gets under the covers on Connor’s otherside, “Yeah Emilia’s been distracting me from the beard routine.”

You scoff, “the scratch is the best part, Con.”

“Tell that to the scratch marks on my ass,” Connor says without thinking, and then immediately blushes.

You groan, “Don’t talk about anything remotely sexy when my poor vagina is still healing from pushing out a whole watermelon.”

Leon laughs, “Don’t worry, baby, the beard will be back by the time you get your 6 week all clear.”

~~~

(5 weeks later - after your 6 week all appointment)

“Guess what bitches,” you shout as you enter the kitchen, “I can finally have sex again.”

“Mhm,” Leon hums, feigning disinterest, “And what would you like me to do about that?”

“You’re mean and not funny,” you say lightly hip-checking him, “Besides I have two boyfriends for a reason.”

“Yeah about that,” Connor stretches and yawns, “Emilia kept me up last night so I was gonna take a nap.”

You blink, “I will go to Whyte Av and find some rando to screw in a coat closet, don’t fucking test me.”

Leon grabs your hips and pulls you against his body so your back is flush against his chest before walking forward and pressing your hips into the kitchen counter.

“As if I could pass up the opportunity to fuck this sweet little pussy,” he grinds his hips, pushing your hips further into the counter.

“What have you been cleared for?”

“L-light, non-strenous sex.”

Connor laughs, “Boring, but better than nothing.”

“Davo, take her upstairs,” Leon commands so Connor scoops you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom.

“Wait wait,” you say when they reach the top, “Where’s Emilia.”

“She’s napping in her crib,” Connor says as he drops you onto the bed, “Leo’s gonna check on her before he comes. So you can turn your brain off for a little bit.”

Connor doesn’t wait to hear your answer, just presses his lips to yours. He fels you moan against him. Connor’s hands slide under your shirt, slowly exposing skin. When he gets it over your head he trails his kisses down your body, unhooking your bra as he does. His kisses move in between your breasts to your belly.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses your belly button, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

He hooks his fingers on your shorts, pulling them down your legs. He settles himself on the bed as he spreads your legs to press kisses to your inner thigh.

“Perfect,” Connor says, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

The tiny hitch of your breath causes all of his blood to rush straight to his dick, but he can’t bring himself to care. He takes his time, warming you up with kisses to your inner thighs, gently scraping his teeth against the skin. He kisses your pussy before running his tongue through your folds. His tongue gently caresses your clit with his tongue. Your hand comes down in his hair when he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your hips start to move against his face, grinding down to give yourself more friction.

“So impatient,” he hums, fucking one finger in you.

“It’s been six whole weeks,” you say,  “I haven’t gone six weeks without sex since I was a virgin.”

Connor chuckles, “Easy baby, we’ll get there.”

~~~

Connor can’t help himself when he sees you changing Emilia’s onesie in her nursery. He walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek, “And good morning to the world’s most adorable baby.”

Emilia gurgles but doesn’t retort. Smh, someone needs to teach her how to be humble.

“Morning,” you reply, buttoning up her fresh onesie, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he responds with another kiss, “Except when you kicked me in my ribs.”

“I take offense to that,” you raise an eyebrow, “I am an angel in bed. And, yes, pun intended.”

Connor snorts, “We both know that's a lie.”

Both Connor and Leon have been victims of your aggressive sleeping style. One of these days he’s gonna tie all your limbs down, and not in a sexy way. But not in a murderous way either, let’s make that clear. In a Connor-wants-one-singular-night-to-not-get-punched-in-his-sleep way.

Oh god, his brain is rambling. Oh god, he does not want to do this.

“(Y/N),” he says before he can talk himself out of it, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“About what?” you ask, holding Emilia close as you sit down in the rocking chair.

“I…” Connor has never been this sweaty in his life, “I want another baby.”

“Oh,” you say, indifferent, “Congratulations.”

His brow furrows, “what?”

“On growing a uterus,” you arch an eyebrow, “Because I sure as hell am not using mine again for like 3 years.”

Connor laughs, “I wasn’t saying right away. But, I just want to know if it’s something on the table.”

“I want another baby,” you say, “And as long as you’re willing to wait, I don’t see why it would be an issue.”

~~~

And Connor definitely feels lighter after his talk with you. And he even impresses Sophie by actually doing his homework for once:

“So did you talk to Leon yet?” She asks after he’s finished giving his rundown of his week.

“No,” he says sheepishly, “But I did talk to (Y/N) about having another baby.”

She has the professionalism to not look shocked, but Connor is getting a little better at reading her. Or at least he thinks he is. He still gets anxious whenever she writes things on her notepad, “and how did that go?”

“Honestly, it was better than I expected.”

“How so?”

He shrugs, “I guess I was just expecting the worst?”

“And why is that?”

He shrugs again, “Isn’t that something that you’re supposed to figure out when you psychoanalyze me at the beginning of every session?”

Sophie throws her head back in laughter, “You do know I can’t read your mind right.”

It sure feels like she can sometimes. Which is why he pays her but still, it’s rude. ~~~

Connor thought he was sweaty and anxious before talking to you. However, when it comes time to talk to Leon he also feels nauseous. Like, he might throw up in the kitchen sink again nauseously. But he’s been sitting on this for a few months now - but what if Leon hates him. What if he doesn't want to be with Connor anymore. What if he asks for a trade?

No, Connor’s spiraling. Leon’s a rational person; he's not gonna hate Connor for talking about his feelings, something Leon encourages because Connor tends to bottle things up until he explodes.

But what if-

No. No spiraling, yet.

“Leo,” Leon hums against Connors chest from his spot on the couch next to him, “You still awake?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, “But I was thinking about going upstairs soon.”

Connor shuts the TV off, “Um, actually before that can we...talk?”

Leon sits up and stretches, “What about?”

Connor takes a deep breath, “I think - I think I’m mad at you?”

Leon looks a little confused, and Connor can’t say he blames him, “You think you’re mad at me?”

“I-yeah,” he takes another breath, “I know you’ve been trying really hard to reconcile with (Y/N), and that’s great, and I’m definitely not trying to say I take priority over her, but it kind of feels like you’ve put me on the backburner a bit.”

Leon nods, “How so?”

Connor shrugs, “I mean, when you came back and you apologized it was definitely pointed towards her. And it’s the little things, like you always make what (Y/N) wants for dinner and not me. It feels a little bit like there’s a hierarchy here.”

“Do you...feel this way with (Y/N) too?”

“A little bit,” he says, “But mostly with things concerning Emilia, so it’s not as big of an issue.”

Connor realized he feels a bit…scorned, for lack of a better word. Connor was with you first, and that’s not something he feels jealous about but now it’s all coming up. Connor never left you, Connor was the one who held back your hair and wiped your tears when Leon was MIA. Connor was there, Leon left.

...maybe he did need to talk to you some more.

~~~

Connor and Leon spend a long time talking on the couch before they join you in bed. Eventually, Leon puts his head in Connor’s lap as the conversation turns mundane and they just enjoy each other’s presence. It’s been a while since they’ve done that. They end the night with a little make out session that doesn’t lead anywhere more. It was nice.

The next morning Connor’s on baby duty. Not that he minds, it’s always nice to start his day with a smile from Emilia. He changes her diaper and puts a fresh sleeper on her, listening to the little baby noises she makes. When he’s finished he takes her downstairs to the kitchen where you and Leon are making breakfast.

“Good morning, babe,” Leon says when Connor turns the corner, “Do you want strawberries or blueberries on your french toast?”

Leon was making his favourite breakfast. Connor can’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

“And how’s my favourite girl?” he asks, giving Emilia a little kiss on her forehead.

“A pooping machine,” Connor responds to her, and Emilia laughs at him.

“Did she just-?” you get from your spot on the barstool and run to Connor’s side.

“Her first laugh?” Connor says, “Yeah.”

He tickles her belly in an effort to get her to keep laughing, but she chooses that moment to be a stubborn newborn and frowns instead.

He looks at Leon, “She is absolutely your baby.”

“I smiled when I was a baby!”

“No, Leo he’s got a point,” you say in between funny faces, “your mom said she has one baby photo of you smiling because you would refuse to smile for the camera.”

“I was shy.”

“You’re a robot,” Connor says.

“Like you’re one to talk,” you scoff.

~~~

“Connor please,” you pant, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

Connor holds back a laugh, watching the sweat drip down your face, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Leo!,” you yell, catching his attention from across the room, “Tell Connor he’s being an ass.”

Leon does not hold back his laugh, “He’s got a point.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting bullied right now.”

Connor wraps his arms around you and pulls you close into his body, “It’s just some squats, baby, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is when you keep adding weight!”

“Because you’re stronger.”

You just stare at him and, honestly, Connor feels a little scared.

“Tell you what,” he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “If you make it through your sets, without complaining, Leo and I will take turns eating you out tears run down your pretty little face.”

“Promise?” you hold out your pinky.

Emilia’s being babysat by her grandparents so Connor feels no qualms when he links his pinky with yours, “Promise.”

“Promise what?” Leon pipes up from his place on the leg press.

“Connor offered up your body in exchange for squats,” you say, shouldering the bar once more.

“And what did Connor say I would do?”

“You’ll find out,” Connor says, waving a hand at Leon nonchalantly.

“I don’t even get to know how I’m being used as a bargaining chip?”

“Nope,” Connor says with a smile, popping the ‘p’.

~~~

Leon learns what the exact terms and conditions are of the agreement about an hour later. And, just like Connor expected, he does not complain.

He even has the audacity to wink at Connor as he’s tongue-deep in pussy. Ugh, he forgot what the butterflies in his stomach felt like when he’s not constantly annoyed with Leon. He can’t help himself, he gets up from where he was giving his jaw a break, and slides his fingers over Leon’s hole. Leon tenses up ever so slightly, he breaks the momentum he had on you, evident by how hard your ankles are digging into Leon’s shoulders.

“Don’t stop,” Connor grunts, slipping one digit past the rim, “You don’t cum until she does.”

He slides his finger all the way before uncapping the lube and lathering his fingers up and adding a second. Connor knows when he hits Leon’s prostate when He lets out a low groan into your cunt.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you whine, writhing against the sheets.

Leon pushes back on Connor’s fingers at the same time your hips start to grind down feverishly on Leon’s face.

“Make her cum, Leo,” Connor says, removing his fingers from Leon’s ass and teasing his hole once more.

Leon’s focus changes completely. His fingers dig into your hipbones, pulling you closer to him so he has a better angle. Your chest is rising and falling quickly, heaving off the bed when Leon finally sucks your clit. You cum with a shout, tumbling over the edge, pussy clenching around Leon’s tongue.

Connor wastes no time, grabbing Leon’s hips to steady him before spreading Leon's cheeks and swiping his tongue in long, broad strokes. Connor’s not the biggest fan of rimming, but Leon loves it. Leon groans as Connor teases him, starts to rut against the bed when Connor’s tongue dips into his hole, loses it when Connor starts to fuck him open with his tongue. He reaches over to jack Leon off, pumping him as he continues to take him apart. Leon goes limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but moans. Connor speeds up his ministries, revealing in the way Connor’s name falls weakly from Leon’s mouth. Leon bucks hard against the bed, cums with a shudder. Connor takes his hand off Leon's cock, and places it on his own but doesn’t quite relent on his tongue, working Leon through the aftershocks' pleasure. It doesn’t take very long for Connor to cum, finally letting up on Leon and effectively ruining his boxers.

“Aw Leo,” Connor says once he can catch his breath, “We have to watch the duvet cover now.”

~~~

“Where is my baby?” Connor teases playfully when you walk through the door, baby carrier in hand.

“Calm your tits,” you say, placing the carrier on the kitchen counter and allowing Connor to take her out, “She’s home, and just woke up from a nap.”

“I wish I took a nap today,” Connor says as he rocks Emilia in his arms. She gives Connor a toothless smile and Connor just wants to smoosh her.

“Has anyone ever told you, you look really good holding a baby?” Leon says, giving Connor a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good enough to have another baby?” Connor asks.

You roll your eyes, “Two years, Con.”

“I’m just teasing.”

And, yeah, Connor finally starts to feel like he’s home again.