#i still need to do the finishing coat but i thought i'd take a break + make sure it's properly dry first

[eisthenameofme]

Impulsively painted the Sabbat symbol on my jacket because I am being So Autistic about them and needed an outlet apparently

[julemmaes]

Happy birthday @simpingfornestaarcheron!! Even if I can't remember for the love of god how old you're turning (you'll always be 24 turning 25 to me) I thought I'd give you some Nessian goodies for your special day.

I swear it's not really angst. it's mostly domestic fluff.

Love you, enjoy!

(I didn't reread shit I'm sorry I started it yesterday night and then passed out cause I'm sick, so if there's any mistakes, well, I don't really care)

Nesta hated her job. She fucking despised it. 

There was not a single thing about her life that she enjoyed less than having to wake up in the morning to do something she disliked as much. She hated her colleagues. She hated her claustrophobic cubicle. She hated the stupid-hot-flavorless coffee they sold right outside her office. She hated the hours, the clothes she had to wear, the lonely lunch breaks. What she hated most, though, were the trips.

Her boss was a menace to society and why HR still hadn't fired him was beyond her. Her coworkers were so insanely dumb that sometimes she wondered how they'd even got the position. Her assistant had to be some kind of pity-hire cause there was so chance in hell he'd been interviewed and not fucked it up–he couldn't even print out a document on his own, for god's sake. 

Why was she still working that job, you might ask? 

For love. Love for her hardworking, supportive as hell, caring and lovely husband. 

She just had to endure two more years of this, while he finished his degree, and then she'd be free. Free to go back to the minimum wage job at the library. To that beautiful, silent, dusty place she loved so much. And she could start her studies.

Just another two years and it'd be her turn. Less than that, if she really thought about it. Only 18 months. 

Only 18 months. 

18 months. 

That was… 550 days, give or take. 

550 days. She could do this.

She walked into the elevator, her broken trolley dragging on the floor behind her, and only once the doors closed in front of her and the thing started moving up did she let out a sigh, sagging against the mirror. 

She was so goddamn tired. She just wanted to sleep the trip off, forget about everything that had gone wrong during it and let the even worse things she'd said go. 

She was so tired that the ding dong of the doors opening on her floor almost scared the living shit out of her. 

Walking to her apartment and finding the keys in her bag made her want to punch the front door off the hinges, but she refrained. She guessed her husband wouldn't want that.

As soon as she stepped in, a low mumbling coming from the kitchen welcomed her. It was music to her ears, even if she wanted to lay down and never have to hear a single word ever again. It sounded like home.

Cassian's murmuring only stopped when she closed the door behind her, making it known to everyone present that they weren't alone. 

“Nes? Is that you?” 

She smiled to herself, nodding silently. 

“Sweetheart, if it is, please talk, or I'm coming out with knives.” He sounded genuinely afraid and she chuckled.

“Yes.” She replied, talking loudly over her shoulder as she hung her coat. 

She heard furniture being thrown to the side and feet scuffling on the ground, and Cassian appeared a heartbeat later in the entry, his smile blinding, his eyes shining. He took two steps to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her against him. 

“It is you, my dearly missed wife,” he said dramatically.

She breathed in his washed away cologne from the day, melting on his shoulder and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. 

She'd missed him, too. 

“You're back early.” He whispered in her ear, not letting go of her just yet.

Nesta reflexively put her arms around his torso, tightening her grip to the point of pain. He squeezed her in turn, stroking the back of her head with gentle fingers. She closed her eyes, basking in that anchoring feeling of being taken care of, being loved.

Cassian knew she needed some quiet time whenever she came back from work so they stood there for minutes, just touching, no talking, unwinding from a very long week without each other.

“You're back early,” he repeated, pulling away just enough for him to look at her face. He brushed a strand of stray hair away from her nose and cupped her cheek, sweeping a thump right below her eye. He smiled, even if a concerned wrinkle appeared between his eyes.

She nodded, leaning in his touch. 

“Are you tired, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice a faint lullaby. 

She could only nod again. 

“Why don't you go into the bathroom and I run you a hot bubbly bath, uh?” He suggested, touching a knuckle to her chin.

Another nod. He cleared his throat and leaned in, placing a soft soft kiss to her lips. Nesta sighed when he stepped back and let him go reluctantly when he started walking towards the back of the house. 

“There's still hot water on the stove, if you want some tea.”

She took a deep breath and bent forward, starting to open her luggage. Cassian made the short jog back to her and tugged on her blouse, making her rise again. Her back cracked as they both laughed.

“Leave it, I'll take care of it while you bathe. Go get the tea and come meet me in the bathroom.” 

Nesta smiled up at him, touching his chest, tiptoeing to kiss him again. He met her halfway, placing a hand on the small of her back to keep her close. 

“Thank you,” she said against his lips, noses brushing.

“I love you, now go.” He said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. 

“No bubbles, please.” 

“No bubbles coming your way, I swear.”

He left at that, swinging his hips left and right to make her laugh. It worked.

She was still boiling over in her hatred towards her job when she made her way to the kitchen and what she saw there put everything into perspective again. The table was basically collapsing under the weight of what was at least twenty textbooks and thousands of papers. A myriad of colored pencils and highlighters was scattered on every surface and from what she could see, Cassian had at least fifteen tabs open on his laptop. The floor was a canvas of written post-it notes and more papers, organized in what seemed to be a map.

He really was doing his best. 

Her heart tugged a little as she poured the water in her favorite mug. The bone-deep exhaustion and lack of will to live were not for nothing. She was doing this for him and that was enough motivation not to quit. 

She walked to the living room, warm beverage in her hands, and looked around to see if there was anything she'd have to do tomorrow. Maybe tidy up, go grocery shop, clean the whole house. But no, everything looked perfect as usual. 

She was about to go look in their bedroom, when Cassian called to her, “Nes? It's ready.” 

Slowly, she dragged herself to him. He was standing next to their tub, looking at the water filling up and when she finally stopped next to him he curled his arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple.

“You eaten anything yet?” 

She shook her head, “No, my boss asked me if I wanted to come back with him tonight while I was about to head to the restaurant. Didn't have time to order take away.”

He hummed. “Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you something?” 

“Not really, no,” she tilted her head to the side, facing him. “Thank you, though.”

Cassian looked down at her then, bringing her closer to him. “Are you okay, baby? You look exhausted.” 

The unsease in his voice made her want to cry. 

“Just tired, don't worry about it.” 

He nodded, kissing her again. It didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon, either. She didn't mind. 

“I'll let you decompress a little,” he murmured against her cheek, leaving yet another peck on her lips. “You sure you don't want food? Not even grilled cheese? A tiny sandwich?”

“A hundred percent sure,” she chuckled. 

“Well, then, in that case,” he kissed her again, this time deepening the kiss, drinking from her mouth, breathing from her lungs. He kissed her bottom lip and left her there, stunned.

***

Nesta was crunching up her hair as she exited the bathroom and strode for the bedroom, her feet freezing on the stone cold floors. 

Cassian grinned at her from his perch on the pillows when she stopped at the foot of the bed. “You feeling better?” 

“Reborn,” was her only reply.

She tied her hair up in a towel and crawled on the sheets to him, where she laid across his body: her head on his heart, a leg slung over his hips, her arm around his waist. 

His chest rumbled with laughter.

“Are you comfy like this?” 

“Mhmh, so good.” 

She almost moaned as he put down his book and moved so that their bodies intertwined. One of his legs went between hers, an arm under her head while the other around her waist and to her back, where he pushed her flat to his chest. He put his lips to her head and stayed in that position long enough that Nesta thought he'd fallen asleep. 

She certainly had been on the gates of unconsciousness when he talked.

“I know I don't say it often, but thank you.” 

Nesta had to put actual effort in staying awake, so she only ran the hand that wasn't stuck between their bodies down his back in soothing motions.

“I hope you know that I'm grateful for you and what you're doing for me.” 

His voice sounded rough, as if he was worried what her reaction would be. That was enough to make her worry, and even though sleep was calling her under, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

Gently stroking his sternum with her knuckles, she said, “I know you are, Cass. You don't need to tell me.” 

He shuffled a little, rearranging limbs and pulling her tight to him. 

“I just don't want you to think I'm slacking off or chilling in between classes and exams while you work your ass off.” 

At that point, Nesta tried to free herself from his grip. That he thought–

“Let's… can we, please, stay like this? I really missed having you home. Can you stay here?” 

It was barely a whisper and Nesta's heart seized. Her stomach bottomed. Her head twirled.

“Of course we can. I can.” She put her hand flat on his chest, feeling his wild heartbeat. “Cassian, what's going on? Are you okay?” 

“Yes, yes. I am. I swear. I just,” another pause, a deep breath. “I see you getting home every night and you look like death, no offense. You just look so fucking tired, Nes, all the time. Whenever you come back from another trip you look so done with everything. And I really don't want you thinking I don't appreciate everything you're doing for us. For me.”

She closed her eyes, leaning her head to his collarbone. This didn't sound like something that'd just come up. It felt more like something he'd been sitting on for a long time. 

“How long have you been having these thoughts?” 

He sniffed, “That's not the point.”

“It is for me,” she said firmly, but gently.

She gave him a moment to think, to gather his words. They stayed silent so long she seriously thought he'd fallen asleep on her, again.

“A few weeks. Since your last trip to Adriata,” he admitted.

Nesta hugged him closer. “That's almost four months ago, baby.”

“I know.”

“Why only bring it up now?”

“What would have changed? Short of me quitting uni and finding a job myself, there's nothing I can do to fix this for you.” He sounded pained. Like he truly believed he was the cause of her every malaise.

She moved back then, even when he tried to keep her in his embrace. She still lay down on her side, but she was now looking him in the eyes, a deep scowl on her face.

“What would have changed?” She parroted him, skimming her fingers down the side of his face. “Everything, Cass. I'd have told you this isn't on you. That we literally flipped a coin to see who would go to university first, while the other worked. This is not on you. It never has been and it never will.

“I don't want you to think you're causing me any kind of stress. Or pain. You need to focus on your classes and you taking care of that and the house in the meantime is enough. You're doing enough, love.”

He looked frantic, like he couldn't, wouldn't believe her words. She breathed in, offering what she hoped was a reassuring smile.

“You've already come such a long way. You're more than halfway through it. Yes, I am tired and I don't like my job, I'm not gonna lie, but do you have any idea how happy and proud I am of you, every time you walk through our front door and tell me your results? Or simply start ranting about your latest paper?  I love it. I love you.” 

He sprung forward, catching her lips between his, taking everything she was offering and giving back twice as much. 

He touched his forehead to hers, “I just wish it was me.”

“And I don't, and we've had this conversation far too many times.” She reminded him.

That was true. They had fought months over who, between the two of them, would sacrifice five years of their lives by carrying the economic expenses of their little family on their backs while the other studied. 

At the end of the day, after hours listing pros and cons, weighing every option in the universe, they found that the only reasonable solution was to flip a coin. Nesta's relief when it'd landed on head (her choice) had been so palpable that it didn't leave room for discussion. 

And while she really, really, really didn't like her job, she never had a day of regret.

Cassian settled down after that, an arm bent behind his head and the other around her shoulders still. Nesta knew it was all pretense and he wasn't convinced, but she had no fight left in her right then. 

She just needed her husband to hold her and let her sleep for at least ten hours. So she told him as much and Cassian chucked that rocky, low laugh of his. 

She turned her back to his, letting him engulf her with his whole body. His mouth brushed her ear and right before she finally fell, his words pierced through her heart. 

I love you.

[cybertroniannugget]

Balancing on the ice❄️

I'm here for you pt.2 (Fluff ending because pt.1 was kinda dark and this is CHRISTMAS TIME)

Dec 13

After the not so great encounter earlier, Optimus takes it upon himself to cheer you up.

The sound of your phone ringing catches your attention and as you lift it up you see, that it's Optimus calling you.

Pulse rising you pick up with the usual 'hello' as a greeting.

"My sincerest apologies for contacting you this late but would you mind walking over to the main hangar?"

"Eh, sure no problem. Why though?"

Fidgeting with a pen you listen to his answer.

"After today I wish to drive somewhere with you."

"Just you an I?", you ask, letting the pen fall onto the floor.

"As long as the idea does not arise negative feelings in you."

You nod, realizing he couldn't see you.

"Of course!", you answer a little too excited.

"I'll be there in a minute."

"I will meet you there then."

He hangs up the call and you could hear your fast pulse in your ears.

Quickly getting into your winter clothing, you walk outside to where the Prime was already waiting in his truck form.

The driver's door opens, inviting you to get in.

Carefully you do so, unsure whether to close the door yourself.

It closes on it's own, the warmth of the cabin welcoming you.

"It will be a 20 minute drive. If you wish to remove your winter coat you can place it next to you onto the passenger's seat.", Optimus's voice echoes over the radio.

You remove your coat, keeping it in your kap though.

"Now please fasten the seatbelt.", he says and you do as you're told.

The engine starts with a loud rumble, the vehicle setting in motion, leaving the base.

The first few minutes of the drive are silent.

Desperate to break the silence you speak up.

"If I may ask, where are we going exactly?"

"I wish to keep it a surprise."

You nod, again realizing that he CANNOT SEE YOU.

"That's fine."

Another moment of silence before he turns to speak.

"How are you feeling?"

"After what happened today?"

The Prime hums.

"Pretty awful to be honest. It was scary. But you saved me. I wanna thank you for that."

"I deemed it necessary to take action."

You chuckle. "Never thought I'd see you hit someone square in the face like that."

"I deemed it necessary.", he repeats.

"If negotiation cannot get me far..."

"You'll throw hands.", you finish his sentence after noticing he couldn't find the words to do so himself.

Ten minutes later he stops and you get into your wanr coat again.

The door opens and you get out, careful not to slip.

Before you stretched an entirely frozen lake. Tge light of the setting sun colored the ice in purple and orange. Mesmerized by the sight you don't notice the shifting behind you. Only when Optimus stands beside you in his mass displaced form you connect the dots.

He was still a head taller than you in this form.

"Now, what's your plan, Prime?", you ask, hands on your hips.

"Teaching you in how to keep your balance on the ice."

Eyes widening you look up at him.

"Wh-now?! Why?"

"Because you deserve to enjoy yourself, which you were not able to do today. I am here to change that if you allow me to."

He extends his servo, which you grab hesitantly.

He nods, slowly guiding you down onto the ice

"I don't think this is a good idea.", you mumble doubting the whole situation.

"I am here with you. Holding no ill intentions."

"I know.", you respond, holding onto his arms for dear life.

"Let's do this then.", you try to convince yourself that this not end in a total desaster.

After a few initial rounds of tumbling and falling once, you got quite the hang of it.

Certainly you couldn't move across the ice as gracefully as Prime, but it could be worse.

"You are improving."

"Because you are patient with me Optimus.", you admit.

"Pressuring you would not prove to be of advantage. I let you take all the time you need and be patient."

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for what you were saying next.

"And that's why I love you Optimus.", you blurt out.

"There I said it."

His eyes widen for a mere moment, before his gaze relaxes, looking at you with nothing but love.

"Wait, don't tell me you feel the same?!"

"How could I not feel love for you? From the few people on earth accepting us, you are the most welcoming. Every aspect of you is something I admire greatly, and I wish to learn more about who you are."

[invisibleraven]

caressing their cheek with their thumb (i would sob)

sweet tarts

If there was one high point of having a millionaire for a father, it was definitely the private pool. Don't get Carrie wrong, she lived in LA, the land of beaches, and loved going to them with her girls all the time. But sometimes you wanted to avoid the crowds and the sand and the fish, so pool it was.

Today for instance, Carrie wanted to swim a few laps, then work on her tan, a perfect afternoon. However, it was also the day her dad had someone coming to clean the pool, which she forgot until she went out and saw a young guy skimming the top.

"Hello?" she called out. "Are you almost done?" She tapped the toe of her sandal, crossing her arms.

He looked up, and-fuck that was Reggie Peters. One of the cutest guys in her grade, the bassist for an up and coming rock band, and Carrie's secret crush.

"Oh hey Carrie! Should have realized this was your house given the name on the contract," Reggie said with a wave. "I'm nearly done yeah, gimme like ten more minutes and I'll be outta your hair, kay?"

"Well be quick about it," Carrie replied, huffing back inside, hoping he had been too far away to see the blush now coating her cheeks.

She stomped into the kitchen, throwing together the stuff for a smoothie to take up time and distract from the vision of Reggie in a skimpy tank and board shorts out next to her pool. The way the heat gave his muscles a sheen, how the sun brought out his freckles, how she wouldn't mind see him dripping from a dip into said pool.

But she couldn't do that-Reggie was friends with Julie, and had probably heard so many nasty things about Carrie from her former friend. Plus he was a notorious flirt, so surely one of the many girls or guys he shot a wink at had taken him up on the offer by now.

Carrie slowly sipped her smoothie, and even though she knew she shouldn't, kept watching Reggie clean the pool, then quickly looking away whenever his gaze approached her.

So when he finished, she didn't see him put the tools away, only heard him as he came to the patio door. "All done, you wanna inspect my work?"

Carrie whirled around, praying she didn't have smoothie on her face, and instead gave a nod, sauntering out, and giving the pool a once over. "Perfectly satisfactory job."

"I'll be sure to put that on my resume then," Reggie joked, grinning at her.

"Do I need to pay you or..."

He waved her off. "Nah, your dad did that already before he took off in his copter. Must be cool to have that as an option."

"It's alright," Carrie said with a shrug. "Kinda choppy, but way less traffic."

Reggie chortled at that, then looked at her, an Carrie was sure her blush had intensified to a boiling point as he reached over and caressed her cheek with his thumb. "Wh-what are you doing?"

He drew his thumb back. "You had an eyelash there. Make a wish and blow on it."

"Why?"

"Old wives tale," he said with that crooked grin of his never fading. "My MeeMaw always had me do it when I was a kid."

I wish I had the courage to tell you how I feel Carrie thought, before blowing gently on the eyelash, watching it float away on a gentle breeze.

Reggie beamed, then stepped back. "Alright, I'll leave you to swim."

"Do-do you want to join me?" Carrie asked in a fit of boldness. She never had been one to rely on wishes, preferring action instead. "We have lots of extra suits and towels."

"Wish I could," Reggie replied with remorse. "But I've got five more pools to do today."

"Pity," Carrie said, deflated. "Maybe next time?"

"I'm off tomorrow," Reggie offered. "Maybe I can bring you a smoothie so you don't have to make your own?"

"I'd like that," Carrie stated, sure her blush had increased ten fold. But Reggie's cheeks were mirroring her own in rosiness, so she didn't care. "Until tomorrow then?"

Reggie grinned. "Tomorrow." And never had a single word filled Carrie with such glee. She might just break out into song is only for Reggie still standing there before shaking himself, rushing off to get to his other jobs.

And Carrie-well she might just have to put stock into eyelash wishes after all.

[yelenasdiary]

The Third Widow || Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Comfort | No Warnings | 2.1K | 

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | 

AC: Ignore the text not the gif lmao.

The Third Widow Masterlist

"Nat, there's somebody here to see you" Steve popped his head into the redhead's room, breaking her train of thought, "I'll be down in a moment" she replied as she finished filling out one of the many mission report forms. "It's Y/n" Steve adds, Natasha turned to face him, "send her in and please don't let anybody else up" 

"Of course," he smiles softly before closing the door. Natasha cleaned up her desk a little and checked her mini fridge for a selection of drinks to offer just before she heard your light knock on her door. "Come in" Natasha said with a welcoming smile as you opened the door, "I'm sorry to come unannounced, I was wondering if I could talk to you?" You looked at the older woman with tired eyes. 

"Sure, do you want to talk here, or we can take a walk?" 

"Uhm, here, please" 

"Of course, take a seat anywhere" Nat smiled softly once more, "what's going on?" she asked once you were sat comfortable on the end of her bed. Your eyes looked up at her, "I can't sleep" your eyes dropped to your hands in your lap, "I can't stop thinking about all the things I've done, I mean, made to do" you added, "I don't want to worry the others"

"You're struggling to adjust?" Natasha asked as she sat beside you, "yeah" you sighed. "It's not easy, I'm not going to sugar coat it for you, but I found that talking about it actually helped. It took me a long time to trust anybody enough to share the things I'd done" 

"Did you have nightmares? Did you still hear his voice ringing in your ears?" you looked up at her hoping she understood and to your relief she nodded, "I did and that's one of the reasons I became an Avenger, to make up for the things I did, to try and clear the bad from my name as much as I can before its my time. I know something that might help if you're interested" 

"What is it?" you asked.

"This is something I haven't told anybody, but I help out at the girl's orphanage not far from here. I teach them self-defence and I take them out for the day when I had time off. It might not seem like much but seeing them smile makes it worth it. There's just like how you and I were, how you and Yelena were, girls that just want a chance to do simple things like go to school, get a job, girls that Dreykov would've easily taken if he had a chance" Natasha turned slightly to face you face-to-face. "They would love to meet you and maybe they might be able to help give you some hope that things will be okay, maybe not overnight but over time, things will be okay" she added. 

"I'd like that" you smiled softly at the idea, "C-can I stay here for a few days? I find that Melina's house is a little much for me right now" you asked, Natasha smiled back, "there's always a room here, you can stay here as long as you need. Does Melina know you're here?" 

You nodded, "I'll call her to tell her I'll be here for a few days" 

"I'll do it" Natasha gently rubbed your back, "So, I hear Wanda made a visit last week" She raised a brow, changing the topic just to see you get giddy. "Y-yeah, she jus-just wanted to catch up" you stuttered as you felt the butterflies flutter in your stomach, Nat chuckled at the redness in your cheeks, "come on, I'll show you the spare room"

----

Natasha could hear the discomfort you were in, with your room next to hers it was hard for her not to hear the groans and sleep talking from your nightmare. She hated to invade your privacy, but she remembered when she used to have nightmares just like yours and how she always longed to feel safe again. She made her way quietly into your room, she could see the droplets of sweat pooling from your forehead, the way you kept tossing and turning reminded her of how dark her nightmares were. 

She placed a glass of water on the bedside table and kneeled beside you, "Y/n" she whispered causing you to groan and toss once more, "Y/n, it's just a dream" she added but still, you didn't wake. "I won't do it!" you shouted in your sleep when you felt Natasha pull you close to her, your eyes fluttered open tears instantly falling from them. "It's okay" Natasha rubbed your back while keeping you wrapped her in arms, "it's just a dream" 

"I just want them to stop" you cried, clinging onto your older sister as if this was the last time, you'd ever get to hug her and feel the comfort she was able to bring. "I know and they will, I'm going to help you, I promise" Natasha assured you as she continued to rub your back while you cried yourself back to sleep. Gently she shifted you and laid your head on the pillow while she quickly went back to her room to grab the mission reports she hadn't finished. 

While you slept, Natasha stayed up filling out reports and being there for you with assuring words and comfort for when you woke up again. She didn't mind doing this, she'd had plenty of nights where she didn't sleep, sometimes for nights on end during missions. Natasha kept a count of how many times you woke up during the night, totaling 6 times while she was there. When morning came, she quietly let herself out and allowed you the sleep in you needed. 

"You're up" she smiled as you entered the kitchen, "coffee?" she asked. 

"Please" you nodded, your eyes wanting nothing more than to be sleeping again. Natasha handed you a mug of fresh warm coffee, "thank you for last night" you looked at her before taking the coffee from her hands. "Don't mention it" Natasha smiled, "I thought today we could go down to the orphanage, if you're up for it" she added. "Yeah, sounds good. I just need a shower and this coffee" you replied before taking your first sip, "take your time, I'll just need to hand that pile of paperwork into Tony" 

The warm coffee was just what your body was craving to help keep you awake or maybe the help of seeing Wanda was more than enough to keep your eyes from closing. "Natasha said you were here" her voice made you blush just like you did when you were younger, "yeah, I thought I'd come see what Nat's all about" you joked not wanting to tell her why you sought Natasha's help. 

"How long are you staying?" 

"Only a few days" 

"Do you think you'd have time for a sleep over?" she smiled softly. "A sleep over?" you frowned causing Wanda to chuckle, "you've never had one before, it'll be fun, I promise" she replied. 

"What exactly do you do at a sleepover besides sleep?" 

"Eat a bunch of crappy food, watch trashy movies, gossip, do a bunch of girly crap" she explained with a convincing smile. "You'll love it, what do you say?" 

"I fear I don't have a choice" you smiled, "how about my last night here?"

"Sounds perfect! I can't wait" she playfully winked before helping herself to the fruit bowl, "what's your plans today?" she asked. 

"Uhm, Natasha and I are doing something, she wouldn't tell me about it though" you lied. 

"Well, I'm making dinner for everybody tonight, will you and Natasha be joining us?" 

"I'm pretty sure, yeah!" you smiled, "I should hit the shower, I told Nat I wouldn't be long. I'll see you tonight" you added before giving her one last soft smile. 

----

"Nat!!" a young girl with blonde hair came running into Natasha's arms, "Hey there!" your older sister smiled as she hugged the young girl, "we have missed you! Are you taking us out today?" she asked with a wide smile. 

"Not today honey, but I have somebody I want you all to meet. This is Y/n, she's my younger sister" 

"Hi" you smiled at the little girl that somehow within such a short few minutes made your heart feel full. "Hi! I'm Taylor" she smiled with a wave, "Come on, let's go meet everybody else" Natasha took Taylor's hand as you followed closely behind. 

The room was almost like a classroom, there were roughly 10 young girls playing board games or drawing. "The older girls are in glass; these little angels are all between 7 and 10 years old" Natasha explained as more girls greeted Natasha with wide smiles and big hugs. "Girls, I want you to meet somebody special, this is Y/n" Natasha introduces you before the room is filled with greetings to you, "Can you girls keep her company for a moment?" she asked, not a single no was said. "I'll be back, I just need to go chat to somebody, you'll be okay" she turns to you with a smile before she's out the door. One of the girls tugs your hand and asks you to play monopoly with them or maybe it was just code so everybody would ask you questions about yourself. 

They asked many questions like what your favorite color was, which was your favorite movie, your least favorite food, what do you like more, dogs or cats? Anything the young girls would think of to build their own profile on you. Although you didn't mind it at all, you answered all their questions, even if you had to make up an answer. 

"Are you going to come back every week like Nat does?" Brianna asked with wide eyes and rosie cheeks. "Would you guys like that?" you asked, "yes!! You could come with us to the places Nat takes us! She's so fun, she lets us eat ice cream before lunch!" one of the girls pitched in, exposing their little secret with Nat. "Yeah!! Nat is taking us to the carnival on the weekend, will you come?" Taylor said. 

"Pleaseeee!!" the girls begged in sync, "well I don't see why I can't" you smiled softly earning a bundle of 'yes' from the girls then at last, you all played a game of monopoly.

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The drive back to the compound was mostly silent as you got lost in your thoughts, "I can hear your thoughts from here, come on, what's up?" Natasha glanced over to you before putting her attention back on the road. "Those girls, they have barely anything and yet they seem so full of life, and nothing seems to worry them" you looked over at Natasha, "they were happy to see you and to even get to know me" you added. 

"You know, they do worry" Natasha replied, "they worry every single time a couple walk through those front doors to take one of them home, they worry who it's going to be. Will it be them or somebody else and when it's not them, their hearts are broken. They worry why they weren't picked; all they want is a family" she explains taking another look at you for a second. "You saw how excited they were when they met you, how they wanted to know everything about you and for those few hours we were there, they weren't thinking about whose next or why they weren't picked, all they cared about was making a new friend" she adds. 

A soft smile tugged at your lips, "and I guess for those moments I didn't feel like I was born into a world to be used as a weapon" you spoke softly.

 "You weren't born for that, we were just dealt with crappy cards and now we just have to find things that make us as happy as those girls, even when we know things are perfect we can still find joy in little things" 

"I see what you did, very smart" you chuckled, "seeing those girls, I needed that, thank you" you added. 

"What are sisters for?" Natasha smiled softly, "do you think I could join you in helping them? I mean, I'd really like too" you asked. "Of course, we'll talk more about it tomorrow, I hear Wanda is cooking dinner for us all tonight" she nudged you lightly. "If I tell you about Wanda, will you stop dropping the hints that you know? Yelena told me everybody knew" you raised a brow.

"Well, is there anything to tell?"

"Maybe" you blushed unable to hide it. 

"Its your business so I won't poke around anymore but, you are my sister and if Wanda steps out of line I wi-"

"What is with you and Yelena?! God!" You groaned as your cheeks got more warm, "We care about you, that's all and look, it's nothing against Wanda, I know her well" Natasha smirks, "I just wanted to see you squirm" she admits. "You're an ass!" you chuckled.

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Friend of a Friend (Pt 2)

I need her boss's number and see if I can get some more information on this text... you thought to yourself. you finished scanning over another paper when your fax machine in the next room started running.

You walked over to the next room and saw where it was from. And it had the address of her office on it. That's how I'll find her. You took the paper and went to sit back down at your desk. this one was looking a bit complicated, so you grabbed a few reference books to help you out. A few of the ways some letters were written look different than what you had seen before. You decided to take a quick break to ask Lorna about her boss's number.

hey Lorna! I need some background information on the paper, could you send me your boss's number, please?

Yeah ofc, it's 818-555-8126

Awesome, thank you so much!

you close out the conversation, and speed dial the downtown sushi shop for dinner. When you end the conversation, you grab your keys, coat, and LA hat. After you put on the hat, it makes your outfit much more casual. You walk out of the building and turn on your Ferrari 250 GT California. You scroll through your Spotify looking for a playlist.

You start to drive downtown, singing along to the music. Your phone goes off, and it's Lorna's boss, Mickey.

Hey, what did you need my number for?

You leave him on reading, deciding your life isn't worth it to text and drive just yet. You like to live life on the edge. some call you an adrenaline junkie, some others careless. You prefer adrenaline junkie. and you don't plan on going out of this world because you need to text someone back. 

You get to the sushi place, then text him back

I need some background information on the paper you had Lorna send over. Would you like to meet up sometime? tonight is preferable, but I understand if we have to do it sometime tomorrow also, so either is fine with me.

Alright, tonight works fine for me, where do you want to meet?

I'm at the sushi place right now, if you wanna come over here. 

OK, I'll be there in 10.

you go inside and wait in line to pick up your order. Once you get it you walk out and see a convertible pull up. considering it is late, you assume it's Mickey. He gets out, sunglasses still over his eyes, but even with those, your still jaw slacks slightly. He removes his glasses and puts them back into his car.

"You're Y/N, correct?" he says, walking up to you, and he extends his hand.

"uh, yeah, that's me!" you say with a cheeky smile, reaching your hand out to return the handshake. You make eye contact, and you practically melt at how pretty his eyes are. You're thankful it's getting darker because ur sure the heat in your cheeks would be extremely obvious otherwise.

"Do you want to sit in my car and talk?" you offer, gesturing to your car.

"Sure, I'd rather not be bitten by mosquitoes right now."

you walk over to your car, and open the passenger door for him. he sits down and thanks you, and then you panic once you hear the song that playing, and sort of loud too.

Spit in my face when you fuck me Play with my gooch, while you suck me Eat the dick like you ugly

that's all you hear for a few seconds, as you realize how awkward this situation is.

you place your sushi onto the car as you scramble to turn down the volume. As you scramble overtop of him to turn off the volume, you hear the song going

Her favorite thing to say is, "Cuff me"

and then you finally turn off the volume, you realize the severity of the situation. you're practically laying across his lap, after an incredibly suggestive song was just playing. You push yourself off of him, rethinking your birth.

You grab your sushi and walk to your seat. "let's never talk about that, agreed? none of it. the song. the, uh, position.  none of it."

"agreed. None of it."

You reach out your pinky for a pinky promise and then look at his hands. they are veiny. very veiny. You sure catch your staring, but if he did he doesn't say anything.

"ok, so let's talk about what we're here to talk about. The paper."

"right, so what do you mean when you say background information?"

"things like when it was written, where it was, and if possible, what this person's mood was."

"oh ok. It was written around 3 in the morning, I think at a 24/7 diner of some sort. I'm not sure what the mood was, I haven't gone over the CCTV footage yet, and I doubt it's gonna give much through the facial expressions." he says using hand gestures, it's like he's trying to seduce you or something. but the question is, why you?

"ok, that helps. was he with anyone else?" you say, writing this stuff down in a small notepad you grabbed from your purse.

"no, not sure. give me just a second, I think the police sent me the video earlier." he thrusts his hips forward in an attempt to grab his phone from his back pocket, and you swear you start foaming at the mouth. an image flashes through your mind, of you sitting topless, with just your underwear on. on top of his thigh, his lips moving along your bare chest. him staring up at you with lust-filled eyes with that gorgeous chocolate brown color.

Instinctively, you clench your thighs together, trying to relieve the ache of your poor clit. it's been a while since you've had some action and some good action? even longer. you had to fake your orgasm with your last one, and unfortunately, it was not your first time doing that.

its likely he saw that, but at this point it couldn't be worse than what had happened just 10 minutes earlier. Hes still watching the footage, and you take this time to eat your sushi.

"alright, so based off of the body language of him and the waitress, he was likely being slightly hostile, but it was only him as a customer then. when he first walked in, 2 friends were there for about 5 minutes before leaving, but other than that, he was on his own the whole time."

still writing that down in your notebook, he put his phone down. you looked up, noticing it had gone quiet, except for your chewing in your own ears. "what?" you said, looking up at him, mouth still full. he just kept on looking at you. little did you know, there were also images flashing through his mind. the difference between yours and his, is he though about acting upon those thoughts. imagining you on his bed, completely naked, and him on his knees for you, pleasing you in every possible way, your wish was his command.

At this point you had finished your sushi, placing the plastic and chopstick on the panel above the wheel. "you have something on your mouth..." he said while leaning in, he flicked his thumb across your bottom lip.

something changed in that moment. like a twig, something snapped. you pushed yourself foward, your lips landing on his. it was incredible. the best youve ever had, honestly. you kept leaning in, not being able to get close enough.

"do you want to take this to the backseat?" you said, parting your lips for a second.

he mumbles an "mhm" and you both get out and back into the backseat.

he moves to the middle of the seat, and you crawl and put your thighs on either side of his. you felt extremely hot, and you were confident too. you felt bold, even. so, you put your hand on his chest, slowly helping him take off his blazer. then unbutton some of his oxford shirt, but leaving it tucked in. god, he looked so hot.

you moved your hand along his chest, dragging your nails across it. with your other hand, you started palming him slightly. you could feel him growing beneath you, and it was big. you felt his hand rise slightly, gripping onto your thighs. you deepen the kiss, leaning into him even more. his hands rose, to your waist. then your shoulders, then they moved to unbuttoning your blouse..good thing you chose a sexy bra. pink, lace on the top of the cups, and a plunge. he stopped kissing you, and just stared at your breasts.

"see anything you like?" you said, as you grinding your hips down onto the tent in his pants. he whimpers slightly, and tilts his head back. you take the chance and start sucking on his neck, leaving marks that would be just barely visible above his collar 

A/N ok so I'm super proud of myself so far bc I really like it, lmk if I want a part 3 of this just continued and some more smut. (i will probs write it anyway as a self-indulgence peice) 1492 words!!!

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[pure-garbage]

Devotion of the Lockbreaker! Follower of a Stubborn Captain

Rain and wind raged around the Merry. The sight of the twisting cyclones forming at their back was just the straw breaking the camel's back. Nami was screaming that they needed to get the hell out of dodge in a hurry and Lana knew their navigator wasn't wrong, but...

"Zoro! You have to bring Luffy back!" Chopper shrieked, sliding on the tilting deck as the growing waves rocked the ship violently.

"He'll never come! He won't stop in the middle of a fight!"

"Especially not since this Gasparde managed to piss him off so bad!" Lana agreed, somewhat mournfully.

"He has to finish this some other time!" Nami screamed. "We can't stay here, we'll sink!"

"Luffy won't stop until he wins!" Zoro snapped back. "But you're right, Nami, we have to go! We'll come back for him later!"

"But that ship is going down and Luffy can't even swim!" Usopp protested.

"He'll survive! Have a little faith in our captain!" Zoro declared with a confident grin.

'Zoro's a maniac, but he's not wrong,' Lana thought. 'Luffy's too stubborn to die here. Even so...'

"Zoro!"

Lana managed to grab his attention through the gale.

"Take the ship and get the rest of the crew to safety! I'm staying with our captain!"

"Are you crazy?!" Nami demanded. "You want us to have to drag the sea for two bodies when this is all over?!"

"And if you think Luffy'll accept your help with his fight, you've got another thing coming," Usopp lamented.

"That goes without saying!" Lana agreed. "But I'm a strong swimmer! When Luffy's done kicking this guy's ass I'll make sure he doesn't drown!"

"In this storm?!"

"You can't stop me from staying!" Lana yelled back.

Zoro hadn't said a word yet. Lana's heart pounded in her throat, fear of the situation mixing with her anticipation of his response to fill her with dread and terror. She knew that if he decided to stop her, if he didn't accept her plan, there was no way she would be able to go through with it.

"Zoro! Faith in our captain is important, but sometimes we have to back him up too!" Lana shouted, steadying herself on the rail as the ship heaved underfoot. "He doesn't think anything through! It's our job to fill in the gaps for him!"

"What, did you think I was about to stop you?" Zoro grinned. "Go! Don't let that idiot drown! I'll handle the rest!"

Lana matched his grin and took off. Behind her, Nami still protested over the tempest, but it was too late.

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Lana's swimming prowess didn't prove as helpful as she'd imagined, but she did manage to keep Luffy above the waves long enough for the old boiler man to haul them aboard his rowboat. Once they were safe, drifting away from the worst of the storm, Lana was out like a light, exhaustion and stress overcoming her. Soaked with sea water, ravaged by tumultuous waves, physically drained from the struggle of hailing Luffy's rock-like weight through the ocean, her trials left her unconscious for nearly a full day.

When she did come to, Chopper's was the first face she saw. The ship's doctor dozed at her bedside, slumped over in his chair while he snored softly.

"Aw, such a devoted friend," Lana sighed. "He cares so much... and we haven't even known each other that long."

Her stomach grumbled and her throat ached. She could feel the salt coating her skin like she was a salmon ready to be smoked. She pulled herself out of bed without disturbing Chopper, slipping past him toward the kitchen. The rest of the crew was assembled there.

"Lana, sweetest! You're awake!" Sanji greeted her. His call turned all heads but Luffy's. He wept inconsolably, tears pooling on the table around his head.

"Good," Nami sighed. "You had us worried for a minute there!"

"Yeah, so much for those strong swimming skills of yours," Usopp chuckled.

"Hey! I said I wouldn't let Luffy drown and I didn't!" Lana grumbled. "Anyway, I'd like to see any of you do better in a storm like that, lugging a power holder!"

"Lana's right," Sanji scowled, coming to her defense immediately. "It was a really dangerous ordeal and she did a great job! Not that she had any business being put in a situation like that to begin with... if only someone would have done a better job protecting her-"

"Not this again," Zoro groaned.

"You shouldn't have let her stay behind!" Sanji berated him.

"She's a grown woman, she can do what she wants!"

"Yeah, she's actually the oldest out of all of us," Usopp mused. "Well... after Robin, that is."

"Dummy, you should know better than to go there," Nami tsked. "Never, ever talk about a woman's age unless you're telling her she looks younger than she really is."

"Hey, what's wrong with him?" Lana asked while the others' bickering mixed chaotically with sound of Luffy's bawling.

"He lost his hat," Sanji explained over the din.

"Hat... hat..." Luffy moaned in dejection.

"What, this hat?"

Lana pulled the tattered talisman out of the sash around her waist.

"It's in bad shape, but... well, I had to grab it. We are the Straw Hat pirates, after all. I kinda figured it must be important."

"Lana! My hat!"

Luffy's sobbing gave way to glee at once. He cradled the hat in celebration for a minute, then turned to Nami with wide eyes.

"Nami, you can fix it again, can't you?" he asked.

"Of course," she smiled.

"Great work Lana!" Luffy told her, flashing her a grin as dazzling as the sun.

"No problem," Lana sighed. "Do we have food? I'm starving."

"Of course we have food," Sanji scoffed.

"You say that like we don't consistently run out of food between ports," Usopp tsked with a roll of his eyes.

"Almost like some cook isn't buying enough provisions for the journey," Zoro put in, yawning as if to prove he wasn't invested in the bickering.

"How could you even suggest the shortages are my fault?!" Sanji demanded defensively. "Luffy's bottomless stomach and complete lack of impulse control are clearly to blame every time!"

Lana settled down at the table, tapping her fingers impatiently.

"Sanji, I'm hungry," she whined. She knew he would fight with the swordsman all day if no one stopped him.

"Right! On it!"

"Sanji, make me something too!" Luffy called.

"You just ate!"

"I want a snack!"

Lana laughed while the others drifted away one by one. Nami set off to patch the hat and Usopp followed her out of curiosity. Luffy accosted Sanji in the kitchenette while Lana's stomach growled audibly.

"This is exactly my point!" Sanji grumbled. He cracked the fridge open by just an inch, struggling to keep Luffy at bay while feeling around inside with his free hand for ingredients.

"Here."

Robin's voice was as soft as her smile while she pushed her plate across the table toward Lana.

"I'm done and those two could be going at it for a while."

Lana returned her smile and accepted the plate.

"Don't mind if I do," she said. "Thanks."

"Not a problem."

Robin took her leave. Lana would have liked the chance to get to know their newest crew member, but so far, Nico Robin had proven distant. She was always courteous, but she was even more mysterious and withdrawn than Zoro, which was saying quite a bit.

'Next time I see her on deck with a book, I'll ask a question about it,' Lana resolved.

She munched on Robin's leftover biscuits while at her back, Luffy and Sanji's dispute escalated into an all out battle, kicks and punches rattling the cabinets while Sanji cursed and Luffy cackled.

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I’ll take a long break after finishing this phase cause I’ve written zero (0) chapters for the next one and I wanna make it worth your while -Danny

Words: 1,882

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Listen to: ‘The Fineprint’ -by The Stupendium

xxx: The Hunter

"I need Kurt—"

"Wait, that guy trained you?" Bucky asked her. "You mean he was an agent too?"

"No. I'll handle him, okay?" Cat said, cold sweat coating her palms. "Later, grumpy." She hung up and looked at Harley in alarm. "So I'm quitting my job—"

"What?"

She bolted out of his office, but Harley followed her down the hall.

"I gotta find Kurt— oh god, he saw where Kate lives!"

"What are you—"

"It was him!" She insisted. "I know it was!"

"Someone's following Kate? What are we gonna do?"

"No no, no 'us' until I see who the hunter—"

"Cat—"

"If this is the same man that electrocuted a six-year-old and starved her for days inside a pitch-dark room, he won't hesitate to kill you. I'm not going to drag you into a situation I know you can't handle."

"What if it's just your memories playing tricks on you again—"

"Not with this," she said, trying to suppress a shiver. "I remember how it felt, how it looked... I won't expose you to that."

"So you won't expose me but you're okay calling Kurt?" He questioned in annoyance.

"I want to warn him, his weekend visits are over until I fix this," she grabbed her phone again, hands shaking. She held the item tighter. "I don't know why I'm telling you this, I'll do this myself."

Cat teleported before Harley could reply. She landed at the top of the Brooklyn bridge.

"Mouse. I need you to look for Sergei..." she thought hard, the man didn't have the same lastname as Dmitri. "Dammit, I don't know his full name!"

"You have a picture?"

"You need one?" She scowled. "Isn't the whole point of you to find those for me?"

"Of course, I was only trying to make you feel useful," her A.I. retorted. "I need a full name to do that."

"Sergei," she repeated. "He's Dmitri Smerdyakov's half-brother— always so careful to point that out..."

"I have old articles from a newspaper in Russia from a couple of years back. There's a picture in one of them. Two boys of around twelve and ten outside what appears to be a circus tent."

"Can you work with that?"

"I can try."

"Try."

Cat pressed the button on her watch to get her suit. She grabbed her cape from inside her satchel and put it on, pulling the hood over her head and trying to think.

Her phone rang again. "Bucky, I told you—"

"—GET OFF ME—"

Kate's voice made her act. Cat teleported to the archer's apartment, but it was empty. The young woman swore, taking a guess as to where they were.

"Shit!"

She teleported to the entrance of her own apartment.

"Mouse," she whispered. "I want you to start recording as soon as I enter."

"You got it."

She opened the door: Sergei, the man that tormented her and Kurt for years and forced them to fight until they couldn't stay standing. The man who'd suggested pouring acid in her brain as a way to neutralize her.

"Who do we have here?" He smiled, Cat wished she could've forgotten how vicious his face was, but he was exactly as she remembered him, only a bit older.

"Let her go," she growled, one hand placed above her spear.

"I will, mostly cause I don't care about her," the man eyed Cat hungrily. "But I won't do it out of kindness. You know that, don't you, beast?"

"My name—"

"I've heard 'em," he said with a snarl. "But you had no issue responding to 'beast' when I was taking care of you, so I'm—"

"I could kill you, Sergei," she pushed the hood off her head, "so think your next words, very carefully."

The man laughed. "Look at you calling me by name like you're not scared! I see it in your creepy cat eyes, I thought I'd never have to see them again... you've caused great damage across the world, pet, and I'm here to correct that."

Sergei pressed his dagger against Kate's throat, he nodded at the hand Cat still had over her spear.

"You wanna see who's faster?" He pressed the blade against Kate's skin, and blood started to come out.

"Stop!" Cat ordered. "Stop moving, Kate!"

"Now we understand each other!" Sergei nodded to her side. "Grab that for me. S'going to stop you from thinking you have a chance."

Cat looked down to her right, there was a bag there. "What is it?"

"Put it on."

She bent down and drew out an inhibitor. "You mother—"

"Put. It. On." He tightened his grip around Kate, making her whimper.

"What if I just shoot you instead?"

He looked down at the archer. "You can be sure I won't leave empty-handed."

"So I was going to be the first mutant in the brand-new lab?" She asked calmly, examining the collar. The effort she was making to not stumble over her words was nerve-wracking.

"I'm not taking you to the lab," he smiled. "The lab was for my own plans, but someone paid me real money to take you somewhere else."

"Cat," Kate rasped. "Don't listen to him—"

"Bravery won't help you," he stared at Cat's mask. "Take that off and put the collar on."

"No."

He sighed heavily. "Okay."

Sergei moved swiftly, Kate cried out and the blood began to pour. Cat panicked, she took off M.O.U.S.E. tugging at it roughly, and threw it at his feet.

"STOP IT— ST-TOP!" She grabbed the inhibitor, her whole body was shaking now. "I'LL DO IT!"

"PUT IT ON!" He ordered.

Cat opened the collar without making a sound, barely holding it steady she placed it on her neck. She was eight years old again, and the nightmare was just beginning.

"Close it," he commanded, relaxing his grip on Kate.

"Let her go..." when Cat closed the collar, her hair instantly lost its silver coloring, the lights in the room turned dimmer, and her ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton.

Sergei threw the archer aside and Kate tried to kick him, but the man was almost as big and heavy as Kingpin. "Stay down, girl," he said carelessly.

In two large steps, he'd lifted Cat by the collar and ripped the cape off her body. Then he carried her like a small kitten by the back of her neck. She coughed out, legs swinging pathetically.

"Heartbreaking," he sneered.

Kate got up holding onto her injury and charged against him but he pressed a button on his belt: An energy shield lifted between them, throwing Kate across the apartment. Cat's eyes were brimming with tears.

"Let's meet your new boss," Sergei pulled something out of his pocket and put it over her head.

Cat was thrown to the floor, she blinked rapidly, not used to the light after so long in the darkness. When she looked up Billy Russo was there, smiling from ear to ear.

"Evening, Kat."

Cat groaned. She'd finished crying a while ago, and now that the fear had dissipated, she was tired and in a terrible mood. "Not the pampered manbaby..."

The young woman felt the shock piercing her neck, she couldn't hold back her screaming. Billy smiled. "It isn't smart to insult the guy that's in control of your choker."

She gasped for air. "I send you to jail once and you get all pissy about it—"

Cat got electrocuted again, her whole body hurled back.

"Are you done, pet?"

"Don't call me that!" She hissed.

"What should I call you?" He tilted his head. "Copycat? Agent Zero? Katrina?" Billy's eyes darkened. "Want to know how I found you?"

"I think telling me would give you pleasure," she tried to get rid of the taste of blood in her mouth by spitting, but it didn't work. "Let's skip the foreplay."

"Straight to business," he smirked. "Clever as usual, Kat."

"Business?" Cat inquired, not paying much attention to the man, and instead examining her surroundings.

"You work for me now."

She laughed dryly. "Says who?"

"Me, and Kraven," he pointed at Sergei.

Cat's manic chortle burst out unexpectedly. "Kraven. Man, you never left the circus."

"Keep her quiet until I'm done," Russo ordered.

A man put tape over her mouth (she broke his nose in the process, only to get electrocuted again), and her forehead was now stained with little droplets of the man's blood.

"You'll do what I say because you owe it to me."

He got up from his chair and approached her, crouching in front of her. Cat looked around, they were in a huge storage room, she'd never seen this place before, but Billy grabbed her chin and pulled it back so she had to look into his eyes.

"The others just wanted personal super-puppets, but I wanted to find you," his fingers dug into her face. "You're going to pay double the amount for every scar on my body. A little birdy told me you value your freedom— don't worry, you'll have your freedom, but— look at me, Kat!" He pulled her face again. "You don't deserve to enjoy it. You'll be free, but you won't get peace."

He placed his hand on her face and pushed her back, making her fall on her butt. Cat tried to kick him, but he moved away laughing.

"You're nothing without your powers. I mean, you can throw a punch," he glanced at the guy with the broken nose. "Just like any feral cat... but you are weak and stupid without all the rest."

She stared at him, hatred seeping through the darkness in her pupils.

"Let me explain exactly what you'll do," he walked back to his chair. "You came to me before an auction and offered me one Spider-man in a silver platter, and you will bring him to me just like you promised. He's better at hiding than you are, and trust me, Kraven's a mighty good tracker."

Cat shifted awkwardly on the floor, her hands and legs were tied with some kind of thick wire.

"We wanted to get him and force you to work for us to keep him safe, it looked like you were good friends two years ago, then again, he is sneaky... then Kraven had this brilliant idea to get someone even better..."

She heard sounds of struggle, someone got thrown at her side.

"Mhgghg!" Cat's eyes widened, Kurt was unconscious, he was also wearing an inhibitor and his hands were tied behind his back, his tail was trapped too.

"I heard this weirdo and you have history— Kraven was eager to get this one for himself anyway, apparently he killed his brother?" Billy clicked his tongue. "And here I was thinking you were heroes!"

Russo grabbed a second control and pressed a button. Kurt's body convulsed, but he showed no signs of being alive. Cat's muffled screams did not stop Billy.

"You don't like it when I hurt your friends?" Russo grabbed her remote control again. "But it's not me who'll hurt them, it's you! You'll kill Spider-man, and you'll kill Harley Keener, Daredevil, and every person that you ever cared for, 'cause that's what you get when you lie to me!"

He got up again and approached her fast, grabbing a hold of her hair and pulling until she was standing. He spoke in a shaky, low voice.

"Until there's no one left on this earth that could ever love you, until you're completely and irrevocably alone, that's when I'll let Kraven have you," he pulled harder. "We'll rip you apart... limb by limb... and I'll love every second of it," he got closer to her face, "justice at last."

He dropped her. Sergei walked up to her ignoring Kurt's limp figure on the floor and seized her by the wire around her ankles, dragging her out of the room.

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[threeboy]

Games I finished in 2022 (and some I didn't)

Three years running, baby (read 2020, 2021 installments if you want). These are not in any particular order and it's also not the order I beat them in...

Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker (Wii U) 😀 Awesome. Better than I thought it would be. Full of charm as expected with things in the Mario Universe. Neat boss fights. I thought the game was over after Chapter 1 and then was happy there was more.

Pikmin 2 (Wii) 😍 I was hungry for more Pikmin after finishing the 3rd installment in 2021 and it was was a step down in fidelity (480p 😭) but still enjoyable. If you haven't played any of the series try the demo for Pikmin 3 on the Switch - there's nothing else like it.

Total Party Kill (iOS) 😍 I will rarely include mobile games because they are usually pseudo-gambly dogshit designed to bleed money. None of that garbage in this game it's just a bunch of cool levels and console game-like vibes. It's Lost Vikings-like but the puzzles are centered around killing your party and using their dead bodies to solve the puzzles. It's the game I've gifted to others the most on Steam.

Heart Star (iOS)😀 Same dev as Total Party Kill and it's another great console vibey puzzle platformer with less murder and more cuteness. It's totally playable on mobile but I'd probably get the Steam version if I wanted to do to another playthrough.

Kirby Star Allies (Switch) 😀 Totally Kirby and totally okay to play with my 5 & 7 year olds since slow characters get teleported to catch-up. You can tell Smash Bros was started by HAL with the similar chaotic vibes. My only complaint is this game skews too easy and it makes me wonder if they'll ever crank the difficulty of the puzzles up in a Kirby game because the setup has a lot of potential.

Starfox 64 (3DS) - two different playthroughs 😀 The original was already good but they updated the graphics and added some quality of life fixes so that was great. Starfox Zero gets shit on a lot but I'm interested in giving it a go next.

Metroid: Samus Returns (3DS) - 100% 😀 Bought a 3DS just to play this as I was flying high from finishing Metroid Zero mission in 2021. I explored the map pretty thoroughly so by the time I was near the end game I was close to 100% so I went ahead and did it anyway.

Metroid: Dread (Switch) 😍 This plays like a smoother version of Samus Returns and that makes sense since it was the same developers. The lore dumps were good. I liked how cinematic it felt when the camera zoomed out to show scale of things. I tried to 100% this but ragequit. Having beat the main 5 Metroid games I'm gonna try to get into the Metroid Prime series I skipped out on - I feel like I might like it now.

Super Mario 3D Land (3DS) - 100% 😀 It's everything you expect from a Mario game - tight platforming and lots of level variety. I felt a bit cramped not being allowed to control the camera but I got used to it. This just made me want to re-play Super Mario 3D Land and my kids are better at gaming now so that should be a fun replay. I'm surprised I 100%'d this.

New Super Mario Bros. 2 (3DS) - 100% 😀 I liked this better than 3D Land - it's classic Mario platforming with a nice coat of paint. I'm surprised I 100%'d this one too but it's just too easy to have a 3DS on a nightstand and do a few things every night. I think this game made me develop "Mario Fatigue" because I need to take a break now.

Pokémon Puzzle League (N64) 😏 I never got into the actual Pokémon games but I have fun with the ancillary ones like the puzzle spinoffs. I replayed the single player hard mode to see if I could still beat it (and I can) and just when I started feeling good about my Tetris Attack/Panel de Pon skills I started playing Panel Attack (it's free!) against others online and got my ass handed to me repeatedly.

Zelda: Link Between Worlds (3DS) 🥰 This was marketed as a sequel to Link to the Past but it seems barely connected. I was worried the "wall walking" would be gimmicky but it added a lot of freshness. They had a lot of fun with "depth" and even with the 3D disabled some parts get very vertical. I didn't like the "buy all the tools" thing and I wish it was more of the traditional Zelda/Metroidvania styled with different areas unlocked as you gained abilities but I'm also glad they're trying new things.

Games I didn't finish

I tried a smattering of other games but didn't finish them - these were the most notable:

Advance Wars: Days of Ruin (DS) 😭 I like it but rage quit pretty bad and not sure if I'll go back before I try the Switch remake (when if it's eventually released). I'm also going to try some Fire Emblem games to see if I like them too.

Any Mobile Game (They're all shit) 🤬 I didn't finish any mobile game beacuse they aren't designed to be finished they're designed to sell you crystals and shit - fuck 'em they're garabge.

Pic: I got into pearler beads / beadsprites pretty hard this year - it's pixel art IRL!

[phoebe-delia]

Odd request (also look my old url is back sjsksksk)

Can I have a Drarry fic where Draco just removes Harry's glasses, cleans it with his own soft shirt and hands it back to Harry? They're both just busy doing their own work but just this moment and it has Ron going, "Maybe I'd like to be Harry's best man at their wedding. And maybe mum would like to have Dravo over tomorrow for brunch" like sjaksjks

Silver, @silver-de-vonne my love! Thank you for sending this prompt.

I'm stressed and sick and feeling a bit icky, so I decided I needed a break and wanted to write some pure fluff, and then I remembered you sent this in! I realized it was just the thing. Enjoy some fluff!!

Harry rubbed a hand over his eyes, not caring that his glasses were now askew on his face. He let out a heavy sigh, which was apparently the last straw for Ron, who glared at him from across the office.

"Mate, I don't like being here this late any more than you do, but if you sigh like that one more time I'm going to hex you."

"Sor-" Harry started, the rest of the word getting lost in a yawn. Ron rolled his eyes but said nothing, only grumbled and went back to scribbling away at the case report.

Harry blinked wearily down at the paperwork in front of him, clearing the exhaustion from his watery eyes. The form, along with his own messy handwriting, was still a bit blurry, and he held back another sigh as he forced himself to add another sentence.

Just then, the sound of the door slamming open made him and Ron both jump in their chairs. "Potter, what time do you call—" Draco nearly shouted as he strode in, the last word, "this," said quietly when he saw Harry at his desk.

Concern quickly washed over Draco's face. He strode quickly over to Harry, running a soothing hand through his hair and bringing his head against his chest. Harry let himself close his eyes and nuzzle into Draco with a small, contented smile.

"Are you alright, love?" Draco murmured, creating just enough distance to look Harry in the eye. He tsked. "Darling, your glasses, they're all—here," he said, sliding the frames from Harry's face, leaving everything temporarily blurry before carefully sliding them back onto Harry's nose and tucking his curls around where the temple tip rested on his ear. "There you are," Draco whispered. "Now you can see properly, silly."

Harry's chest was full-to-bursting with love and the kind of affection that comes with being bone-tired and a bit delirious. Suddenly, the paperwork wasn't quite the priority it had been a few minutes ago, and he rose from his seat, kissing Draco on the nose. "Thank you, love. Let's go home." He turned to Ron, who'd put down his quill in favor of watching their interaction with a thoughtful, if slightly stunned expression. "We can finish the rest Monday, right? Robards can shove his deadlines."

Ron shrugged. "Fine by me, but I'm not talking him down if he goes off again," he said, standing from his chair and putting on his coat.

Harry smiled and took Draco's hand, kissing him on the cheek. "Shall we?"

The three of them walked out of the office in comfortable silence. Draco stepped into the Floo first, disappearing into green flames. Just as Harry was about to enter the fireplace, Ron stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, mate, remember, dinner Sunday. Mum's making roast."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, 'course," he said, grabbing a fistful of powder and stepping into the fireplace.

Ron held his gaze. "Invite Malfoy, too, would you?"

Harry blinked before letting a slow smile take over his face. "Really?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. He's good for you. And mum wants to meet him."

"Yeah, alright," Harry grinned. "Thanks, mate."

Ron waved him off. "Don't mention it. Now get out of here before he comes after you again."

Harry chuckled and shouted his destination, letting the powder fall from his hand and take him home.

[writing-by-gayrainbowbridge]

Ketchup And Tabasco Chaos

Inspiration From This Gorgeous Fanart Made By murdermuffinloki:

⚠️Warning: Minor Language⚠️

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"Pass the ketchup."

President Loki frowned deeply, glancing at Sylvie who was stirring the pot of...whatever it was they were making for dinner. President Loki hadn't been paying too much attention when Sylvie suggested they cook for Loki who was still upstairs asleep in their room.

Somehow, Loki had got some Midgardian illness and only Sylvie's assurances that Loki was going to be fine that stopped him from destroying the entire Midgardian population.

"Can I get a please?" President Loki said pleasantly, taking joy in the way Sylvie glared at him. It was no secret to any of them that President Loki desired to cause trouble at any given moment.

"I'll stick this spoon up your ass if you don't give me the ketchup in the next ten seconds," she told him, President Loki scowling at her copy of the pleasant smile he had given her a moment ago.

They both knew she would do it too.

President Loki snatched up the ketchup from the countertop with an aggravated sigh. But then a devious smirk spread across his, glancing at Sylvie who was looking back at the pot, hand held out for the ketchup. "Are you sure you want the ketchup?"

Sylvie clicked her tongue. "Yes, I'm sure. Now give it to me."

President Loki's smirk widened. "Well, if you insist..."

He popped the cap off and just as Sylvie turned to look at him with a frown on her face, he squeezed the bottle, ketchup sauce spraying everywhere. The cabinets, the floor and all over Sylvie's blond hair was covered in a coating of ketchup sauce who gasped, an outraged look taking over her face.

President Loki only smiled, tilting his head to the side. "Oops."

"That's it!" Sylvie hissed, grabbing the nearest ingredient which happened to be spicy tabasco sauce and President Loki's eyes went wide as he got a face full of Tabasco sauce.

He shouted as some got into his eye that felt like it was suddenly on fire and squeezed it shut, resisting the urge to rub it. That would only make it worse, he knew.

Sylvie grinned savagely. "I hope it never stops burning, you stuck up bastard!"

President Loki growled low in his throat but Sylvie didn't back down like Loki would have. She was very stubborn like that. "You have until the count of five to run."

Sylvie stepped closer, right up in President Loki's personal space. Despite her short height, she was still rather intimidating when she wanted to be, so much so that President Loki had to resist the urge to step back.

"Or else what?" She hissed out, deadly quiet.

President Loki glared but Sylvie glared right back and they were both sure a real fight was about to break out any second when a voice cut through the heavy silence.

"What in Asgard is going on in here?!"

President Loki and Sylvie turned their heads towards the sound of the voice in unison just as Loki walked around the corner and froze, staring wide eyed and speechless at the mess of the kitchen. He looked tired though and guilt rushed through both President Loki and Sylvie as they wondered if they'd woken Loki up from all their yelling.

"Well, um..." President Loki bit his lip, glancing at Sylvie.

Sylvie looked at President Loki, having no clue what to say. "We just, uh..."

Loki sighed, crossing his arms over his chest, giving them both disapproving looks. "Can you two please not use ketchup and tabasco as murder weapons?!"

"We just wanted to make dinner for you," Sylvie and President Loki stated at the same time, making them glance at each other again.

Loki's expression softened a little. "I appreciate the thought but it would be great if you two could stop trying to murder one another every minute."

That was fair. The pair did quite literally try to kill each other every other day.

"Well, he/she started it!" Sylvie and President Loki protested at the same, pointing at each other.

"Well, I'm finishing it!" Loki snapped before coughing hard, putting a hand over his mouth. He clearly still wasn't well enough to be up which only added onto the pair's guilt. "I'm going back to bed. Clean this mess up and when you're ready to be civil, come join me. I require cuddles and comfort but I will not deal with you two's banter."

With that, Loki turned and left the kitchen, leaving the pair to stare at the spot he had been standing.

"This is all your fault," Sylvie grumbled, waving her hand and vanishing the mess from all the surfaces of the kitchen and herself though she left President Loki to deal with his own mess himself.

"All you needed to do was say please," President Loki muttered. He was going to need a shower since he knew not how to vanish messes like Sylvie and Loki did.

"And that warrants you spraying ketchup all over me?" Sylvie gritted out.

"Don't act like a saint. You're just as bad, dousing me in tabasco sauce!" President Loki muttered.

Sylvie looked like she was going to strangle him any second now before she sighed, all the fight draining out of her body. "Why do we always have to fight?"

President Loki thought about it for a moment before shrugging. "We're different from one another. We're bound to clash. Though I suppose we could try harder to get along. I'd rather this relationship to not be ruined."

Sylvie nodded, leaning against President Loki who instinctively wrapped his arms around her. "Try harder. I can do that."

President Loki hummed softly, pressing a kiss to her now clean hair. "Let's not leave our god waiting. You know how fussy he gets when we leave him alone for long."

Sylvie had no arguments there.

Once they'd finished making up what President Loki found out to be pasta apparently, they headed up to their room (Sylvie had forgiven President Loki enough to clean the tabasco sauce off him thankfully).

They quietly slipped into the room and smiled at the sight of Loki under a large amount of blankets, very obviously curled up in a ball.

He blinked his eyes open when he heard them come in and narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously. "You two had better be done fighting."

"We've agreed to try harder to get along more often than not" President Loki promised as he sat on the bed and helped Loki sit up who whined and protested but brightened when he saw the bowls of pasta balanced in Sylvie's hands.

"Good. I'm glad," Loki muttered, taking the bowl Sylvie handed him eagerly. "Thank you for the dinner."

Sylvie kissed his cheek. "Just get better for us, okay?"

Loki nodded, putting a forkful of pasta into his mouth and closed his eyes as he hummed in pleasure.

President Loki and Sylvie smiled at each other from either side of Loki who leaned into President Loki's side.

Get along. They could do that.

No problem.

...

@murdermuffinloki Those two are going to give Loki a migraine, smh 😂

@girl-with-many-fandoms Hope you like Sylki (I know lots of people don't ship it so I'm like ???) with some President Loki thrown into the mix XD

[mypoisonedvine]

Side Effects | Bruce Banner x reader

summary: you never know what might be in the beakers at another chemist's station. you never know which of your colleagues might come along just in the knick of time to become the only antidote to your affliction.

word count: 3.6k

warnings: smut! (dub con due to sex pollen), semi-public sex (because technically someone could have walked by but unlikely), guilt/hesitance, kinda pining??, fingering, creampie,

a/n: yes, this is an accurate depiction of emergency shower protocol in a chemical lab and yes it is every lab technician's worst nightmare. thankfully the other stuff is not an accurate depiction of any known chemical, lol.

You wiped your forehead with a tired sigh, staring down at the calculations in front of you before using your pen to scribble over them before tearing out the page and throwing it away.

“You still do that by hand?” Bruce interjected, making you look up at where he was leaning in the doorway to the lab, watching you work.

“Oh, Dr. Banner!” you greeted with a smile, wondering if it was too ecstatic. You weren’t so good at the ‘playing it cool’ thing like he seemed to be.

“We have all those fancy screens and digital whiteboards, you know,” he explained as he stepped in and looked around at your work. “Not to mention the computer can do that stuff for you.”

“I know,” you scoffed, “but I always feel better doing it myself, on real paper. Not that I’m having any luck at the moment…”

"Here, I'll give them a quick look while you take a break," he offered, glancing at the numbers from over your shoulder. "You just get up and stretch your legs for a minute, doc."

You always thought it was sort of silly for him to call you that when he was a doctor as well, but you didn't complain.

Regardless, you were about to tell him that it was fine and you didn't need a break, but he was leaning in closer to take your seat and the proximity was so intimidating that you hopped up and went along with it anyways. He sat down and pondered your calculations while you circled the lab, taking a moment to appreciate how nice it felt to stand up and move around after sitting for so long.

"Your handwriting is…" Bruce trailed off, adjusting his glasses.

"Feminine and graceful?" you finished sarcastically.

"Sure," he chuckled.

"Yeah, just like me—" you started to quip, but mid-sentence you (ironically) stumbled and tripped, using a nearby table to catch yourself— but you accidentally grabbed onto a beaker, which tipped over and smashed onto the ground. The liquid inside spilled onto the floor just before you did, and you winced as you fell into the puddle of the unknown substance.

“Shit!” you hissed as you scrambled to get up, looking down at your clothes and seeing they were covered in the fluid, which was beginning to evaporate, or steam, or something. Remembering lab safety protocols, you instantly began to strip, closing your eyes and wishing Bruce hadn’t come in just before this. As you shirked your lab coat, shirt, and skirt, you walked to the emergency shower, pulling the lever and gasping when the chilly stream of water poured down on you. Bruce looked at you with wide eyes before being kind enough to turn around as you shivered and removed your bra and underwear, now completely naked and weakly scrubbing yourself with your hands in hopes that none of the chemical had gotten onto your skin.

“What is it?” he asked nervously, turning his head back enough that you could hear him over the flow of water, but hopefully not so much that he could see anything important.

“I don’t know,” you answered, “it’s not mine. It’s something Dr. Sutherland was working on…”

“Is it… are you in pain at all?” he asked, even more concerned, and you tried to decide if you could feel any effects.

“N-no…” you answered hesitantly. You felt hot, and strange, and you were covered in rolling chills, but you figured that was just the situation you were in— naked in a tepid shower in front of your coworker who just so happened to be incredibly sexy.

“I should call poison control,” Bruce offered as he reached for his cell phone.

“No, I’m fine,” you denied as the water flow slowed down and you wiped your face, confident that you looked like a complete mess— but at least you saved yourself from whatever was in that beaker, right?

“Here,” Bruce offered an emergency blanket to you after pulling it off a nearby shelf, and it was not at all absorbent but it helped with the draft as you stepped away from the shower which was still leaking the last few drops of water onto the drain on the floor.

“Thank you,” you nodded nervously, shivering and dripping and looking back at him with no idea what to say at all.

“Do you feel alright? I should check you for burns,” he suggested. “I— I won’t look…”

“Please,” you sighed, pulling the blanket a bit to expose your chest and stomach. He brushed his hand over the skin there, making you instantly whine as heat burned just under your skin, clouding your mind and making you crave even more.

"Did that hurt?" he asked anxiously, pulling away, but you stepped closer.

"No it's… it's good, it's so good."

He furrowed his brow as he looked down at you, putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You're burning up, doc, you must be running a fever of 105."

"Touch me more, please," you whimpered. It was like you were in a dream, everything foggy and distant, and the only time that anything made sense was when he touched you. Or maybe it was that his touch sent you further into delirium; you couldn't be sure.

He gasped when he looked at your quivering legs only to find slick arousal running down the inside of them, threatening to drip onto the floor.

"Oh," he sighed.

"Please," you begged mindlessly, "Dr. Banner, I n-need you…"

"No, you need medical attention."

You whined and grabbed as his shirt, humming at the feeling of his warm skin just beneath. If the forearms that he often left exposed in rolled-up sleeves were anything to go buy, his chest was probably toned and tanned, lightly dusted with dark hair… you were all but drooling at the thought. "Please, Bruce… just help me," you pleaded, looking up into his eyes which were swirling with conflict.

"I can't," he shook his head. "I'd be taking advantage."

He must have seen the heartbreak of rejection make you wince, because he tried to soothe you with his hands resting on your arms— even just that contact making you suppress a moan.

"I've wanted this for so long," he explained, "and you— you haven't. You're unwell, you need to go to a hospital."

You sobbed a little at the idea of being taken away from him and examined by strangers, when you knew the solution was right in front of you. "No, no Bruce they'll touch me! Nobody can touch me but you, I only want you."

He scoffed, but you heard the weakness in it and you needed him to give in soon before you melted from your own hear. "You're deranged— delirious," he reiterated.

"It'll feel so good, please Bruce, I'll be so good for you— anything you want, I'll do it, I'm yours."

"Stop talking like that," he winced. "I can't… I can't."

"I need to feel you inside me, Dr. Banner, I need it more than anything. It's just gonna get worse… please, help me. I want you. I trust you."

"You'll hate me in the morning," he asserted. "God, this is so wrong…"

But much to your relief, he reached down and hesitantly slid his thick middle finger through your folds, gasping gently as he felt how wet you were. "I should t-take you somewhere private."

"No, need you now— right here," you pleaded, trying to chase his touch with your hips.

"But if someone came by—" he began to fret, glancing at the door; but his attention was turned back to you by your hands weaving into his hair.

"Nobody else stays this late, god, Bruce please I just need you so bad—"

He cut you off with a sudden kiss, which was enough on its own to make warmth bloom in your gut, but then he started to move his finger again and you shuddered with a moan that was muffled by his lips.

"Maybe I can make you come like this," he offered as he pulled back just enough to whisper to you, "would that help you? It'll take the edge off."

You bucked and moaned against his fingers, just those subtle touches driving you wild. "N-no, it has to be inside! You have to fuck me, I need your cock."

He breathed through his teeth, like he was almost considering it, but then looked away. "I can't," he shook his head.

"Can't or won't?"

He frowned. "Won't. I'll get you off with my fingers, otherwise it would be… too selfish."

"Bruce, I'm literally begging you for it," you sighed, the irritated tone that you'd intended lost in the moans he elicited by rubbing your swollen clit.

"I know," he winced, "I know and it's killing me that I can't give you what you're asking for… I swear if it wasn't like this…" he trailed off as you looked up at him with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"What would it be like?" you asked lowly. "Tell me how you would fuck me."

For all his shyness before, there was a brief switch in his demeanor as he leaned in, breath hot against your neck as he whispered, two fingers sliding into your channel at the exact moment that he spoke.

"So fucking hard."

You whimpered, knees wobbling a bit as you tried to ride his fingers— but he wasn't pushing back, wasn't giving you enough force to balance against when you sought more friction. "P-please, Bruce— I know you want to, please, please baby I need it so bad…"

"I know," he breathed, free hand cradling your face as his thumb stroked your cheek, and it was so needlessly compassionate, so effortlessly soothing that your heart had no choice but to clench at his tenderness. Other parts of you clenched as well, in much more literal ways, but the heart thing was more important.

You gingerly reached forward and palmed his cock through his pants, moaning when you felt how hard it was. "You're desperate, too," you informed him with a little smile. "It hurts, doesn't it? It aches."

"Yes," he answered tensely.

"I'm hurting too. I'm aching, for you. Please, Bruce, help me."

As he pulled back and examined your face, he chewed his lip and contemplated. He couldn't stand to see you in pain, but he couldn't comprehend what he had to do to help you. Well, okay, that's not totally accurate because he had actually "comprehended" the idea of making love to you plenty of times. But that was just a fantasy, a very misguided one that he only indulged in in his weakest moments. And in those fantasies, shockingly enough, you were always completed lucid and of sound mind and body. He sadly could not say that for you at the moment, and of course he couldn't because of course when you were sober and healthy, you didn't see him that way.

Bruce prided himself on his logic, his integrity, his patience. Suddenly, those qualities were falling prey to a much deeper, carnal instinct that saw this not as a predicament but as an opportunity. Logic states, after all, that it would be wasteful to have everything he wanted thrown into his lap and to let it go to waste.

"Fuck," he groaned as he kissed you again, fucking you faster with his fingers. You moaned and went for his belt, barely managing to open it with your hands shaking so much; part of you had considered just trying to rip the leather off of him, and with the force of your need it seemed almost plausible.

Finally getting his trousers opened just enough to reach inside, you purred as you reached in and navigated past his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard cock. It was so thick and smooth and hot and you almost wanted to drop to your knees and take it in your throat right then, but you had better plans.

He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, grinning against you at the way you whined, before wrapping his arms around you and quickly instructing you to jump.

It was infuriating, how easily he caught you when you wrapped your body around him. Infuriating and so painfully sexy.

He never broke the kiss as he walked the two of you to your lab table, sliding the papers aside and onto the floor to set you on it. You started on his aggravatingly-small shirt buttons while he pushed his trousers and boxers down the rest of the way, and god his cock was right there between your legs, so close but very much too far away for your liking.

You didn't have the time or energy to get his shirt off, settling for just running your hands over the exposed skin instead. He grinned and watched the path your hands made, hissing slightly when they wrapped around his shaft— for a second you swore you could feel it throb.

"Don't make me wait anymore," you whispered your plea, sighing a little when he nodded.

"Okay baby," he agreed.

"Been waiting so long," you whined.

"Me too," he nodded, and with a little push, his cock slid all the way into you and filles you to the brim. Even when you were completely drenched, the girth of him was so wide that it stung, that it tore you open, but you loved it. Your head fell back and just from him being inside you, you came. The substance had you so needy and sensitive that that was all it took. It wasn't enough yet, of course. You knew you needed more. But God, he felt so good you could hardly breathe.

"Baby," you heard Bruce gasp, his fingers digging into your hips. Your chest twisted when he laughed a little, breathless and just teetering on the line between complimentary and mocking. "Did you just come?"

You considered playing dumb, but nodded instead.

His smile was apparent when he pressed his lips just below your ear to suck on the delicate skin there, his teeth trailing up to nibble your earlobe lightly. You hoped he would leave a mark, you hoped he would leave lots of marks that you could remember this by for weeks to come.

"Couldn't help yourself, huh?" he asked breathlessly, whispering so quietly you could barely hear it over the beating of your own pulse which echoed in your ears.

"You feel so good," you justified, "so fucking good, Bruce."

"You too," he sighed as he finally pulled back and slid into you again, the friction making your back arch instantly. "Even better than I imagined."

You smiled and wrapped your legs around his hips, forcing him to push deeper with each thrust. When he pushed you to your limits it felt like you might just fall apart right there, but it was so worth it.

As if that wasn't enough, he reached down and circled a thumb over your overstimulated clit, grinning down at you at the sight of you writhing and bucking wildly in his arms.

"Fuck!" you cried as you tightened your hands on his shoulders into fists hard enough to risk tearing through his shirt.

"Too much?"

"More," you pleaded instead, crying out when he gave you exactly what you wanted with fast, rough thrusts into your drenched walls. "Yes," you sobbed, "yes, fuck— m'gonna come, Bruce, gonna come again."

"Go ahead," he encouraged, voice so much rougher than normal, "show me how good it feels, baby."

It felt like his words were the thin that pushed you over the edge, as if your body somehow both understood and obeyed his command. You could feel a renewed wave of slick leak out from you, enough that you could hear the wetness in each slap of his hips against yours. His name was somewhere in the litany of curses and praises that spilled from your lips, your mind too clouded with hazy pleasure to keep track of what you were actually saying.

"Just like that," he groaned, "doing so good, fuck, say my name just like that every time I make you come."

An easy enough stricture to follow, especially when it seemed like he was all you could think about. He looked so different with his clothes half-shorn and his eyes dark with lust. He hadn't taken his glasses or labcoat off and you weren't sure which of those you were happier about.

His lips and hands were all over you; you couldn't even keep track of everywhere he was touching you, that's how overwhelming it was. "God, you're so fucking perfect," he groaned against your skin, finding a hardened nipple as his tongue explored you and wrapping his lips around it. "You are so goddamn sexy, you know that? I love seeing you with your legs spread for me like a needy little whore. I love hearing you moan and knowing I'm the one making you feel this good."

He took a moment to look at you and soak in your shocked reaction to his words before leaning in to continue.

"I love feeling you come for me," he purred in your ear.

"Then you're gonna really like what I'm about to do," you shivered.

"Yeah? You can gimme another one already?" he smiled. "Such a good girl…"

You really couldn't help it, it felt like everything he did only enhanced your pleasure— his words, his hands all over you, not to even mention his cock inside you. As much as the hedonistic corner of your brain was happy to let this go on forever, the ramifications of constant orgasms were finally catching up with you as you wondered how much more of this you could take.

"F-fuck, are you close?" you asked weakly. "Want you to come for me, Bruce, please."

"I-I'll pull out," he suggested, although the way he looked down at his length sinking into you and pulling back out, covered in your abundant arousal, didn't exactly indicate that he was willing and able to actually make good on his offer.

"No!" you yelped, pulling him closer by his unbuttoned shirt. "It needs to be inside, Bruce, please come inside me."

"Fuck," he hissed through his teeth.

"Please, Bruce, please, promise you'll come inside."

"I will," he sighed, "fuck, I will baby, I promise I'm gonna fill you up so good, you're gonna have my come so fucking deep inside you…"

"Yes!" you moaned, completely unabashed as the unknown substance had apparently absolved you of any shame whatsoever. "Yes, I want it, Bruce, I want your come."

The moment you felt his seed start to paint your walls, you felt relief begin to wash over you. Your mind and body relaxed, the overwhelming heat under your skin subsiding into a comforting warmth, the desperation that had burned in your gut satiated at last.

And that left you staring up at him in realization of what you had done, just as he looked back at you with the same.

"God, I'm so sorry—" he shuddered, moving to pull away. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips again, holding him close.

"N-no, wait," you groaned, "it's okay. Don't go."

"You don't hate me," he said, the exhaustion in his tone making it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement.

"Never," you sighed with a weak smile, sitting up to clutch his face and kiss him again. "God, Bruce, now I'm just wondering what took us so long."

"Our lab safety is just too good, clearly," he smiled as he kissed you again, pulling back a little too soon to examine your face where he held it in his hands. "Are you okay? You should still probably go to a doctor…"

"I'm already with a doctor," you smirked, "and his treatment was very effective."

"Yeah, that was…" he trailed off, wide eyes as if he were reminiscing about what had only just transpired.

"Sorry for being so… desperate," you cringed. "I didn't mean to… um… impose…"

He just laughed and kissed your forehead, making you feel your cheeks warm a bit; ironic that with everything that had just happened, this was what made you blush. "A beautiful, amazing woman that I've been dreaming about for months begs me to take her in the laboratory… really inconvenient."

"I mean, cleaning up these papers and the broken glass is gonna be pretty tedious, along with the incident report," you frowned.

"I'll help you with it," he offered.

"Tomorrow," you decided. "Right now, I'm taking you to my place."

"Is that so?" he asked with a bemused smirk.

"Yep. We both are in serious need of a shower, and then I wanna go again," you grinned wickedly.

"I thought you said you weren't feeling the effects of the chemical anymore," he recalled, voice tinted with concern.

"I'm not," you reassured, "I'm just feeling the effects of you."

[thekitteninlove]

Before i begin, i'd like to warn you that this is an R18+ fanfic because it contains explicit sex and it is assumed that by the age of 18 you know everything you need to know abou sex. If you don't know what you need to, then please don't use smutty fanfics to learn about sex. Learn from a trusted source because i want the naughty scenes to go smoothly, so i don't portray them realistically. These scenes go as i want them to, not as they actually go in reality.

As soon as i saw the summer of smut prompts created by @voltage-vixen i really wanted to do the cumming on a cross-country road trip prompt, so i chose Ace from HnKnA to write this. I know that in that otome game there are only carriages, but i'll make it a modern AU because i always wanted to have a camper van and go wherever i want to without worrying about booking a hotel room.

This is shorter than my last ones.

Title: Lost on the road with my knight

Warnings: smut, foodplay, fingering

She was on the passenger seat of the camper van looking out the window at the changing scenery. The places they went through were unfamiliar and she knew they were lost, but instead of panicking they acted as if nothing was wrong because it was an everyday occurrence. She knew this was going to happen because Ace was in the driver's seat. At the beginning of the relationship she was guiding him to his destination, but she soon realized that he actually liked to get lost so she let him be.

“Ace, is it really alright to be leaving your duties as a knight?” she doubted it was fine, but she wanted to break the silence

He had a a smile on his face, like usual. “It's okay, you know I hate that job, so I don't do it. I'll keep working for Julius whether they like it or not”

She liked that he was the kind of guy who followed his passion and didn't let anyone tell him how to live his life. Even if the others said it was hopeless she still cheered him on because she wanted to see him happy.

“Julius will be mad because you'll be late for work” she warned him because they've been lost for quite some time now and she was thinking of just pulling him out of the driver's seat and taking control. Of the car, of course.

“It's fine, he got used to it” he said in a carefree voice.

Sometimes, she thought, he was way too optimistic, but she let him be for now. It was supposed to be just a journey from the castle to Julius, but she felt like they've been all over the country. However, she didn't mind getting lost if she had him by her side. On the bright side, she got to enjoy some nice views.

Once night fell they parked on an empty spot in the forest.

“You don't know where we are, do you?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She didn't have any signal on her phone there, so she had no idea

Ace just shrugged “We're in a forest”

Right, very helpful, she didn't voice these sarcastic thoughts though. Instead, she climbed out of the van and went to open the back of the van to cook something. They just ate a nice meal not too long ago, so she decided to make a strawberry and cream cake.

Outside was neither too cold or too hot. They were in the middle of nowhere in the dark, the perfect setting for a horror movie. If they died there no one would notice. Well, she had her knight by her side, so she had nothing to fear... or so she hoped. As she put the finishing touches on the strawberry and cream cake, she glanced back at Ace. He looked good in that knight uniform with his flashy red and long coat. He turned towards her and asked "Oh, is it ready?" He had such an innocent smile she'd have a hard time believing he was dangerous if  she didn't know him better. "Yes, you can eat some of it if you want". As he was making his way towards her she tucked behind her ear some strands of hair, forgetting she still had some cake batter on her hands. "It looks delicious" he said it in such a carefree way that she wouldn't even have been able to guess what was on his mind. "I do hope you'll still think that after you taste it" she said and was about to go and get a plate for him, but was stopped when he put his hand on her shoulder. She saw him lean towards her before she felt him lick her ear, which made her gasp from surprise. "You had a bit of cake over here" she heard his low voice right beside her ear as his breath tickled her ear.

He drew back a bit, so now he could see the slight blush on her face and she could see the mischievous look he gave her that told her he wanted to tease her more. This made her a bit tense because Ace was so unpredictable, she never knew what he was about to do next. He reached behind her towards the cake, took a little piece of it and brought it to her mouth. Then he showed her one of his nice smiles she loved and said "I don't want to eat it alone, so open up your mouth" She thought that being fed cake by him was a bit embarrassing, but still let him do it. As she took it in her mouth, he took a bite from the other end and pressed his lips against her. The cake melted in her mouth as they engaged in a heated make out session. He closed the distance between them and pushed her against the table behind her. She felt as if she was melting together with the cake as his hands roamed over her body. Then he pressed her down on the table and she wrapped her legs around his waist. "It sure is delicious, but it'd be even more tasty if I lick it off your body" his sultry voice and smirk made her blush harder. "You perverted knight" she said it in a more playful voice than a scolding one. She gazed at his handsome face with a cheeky grin on her face as she unbuttoned her own shirt, revealing a lacy bra. She was enjoying the way he was looking at her, as if he wanted to devour her and not the cake.

He put a little piece of the cake on her chest first, around where her heart was, then licked it off her, while his hands slipped behind her back to unclasp her bra. He took pleasure in feeling her heart beat, so his lips lingered on her chest, which was making her greedy for more. His hands moved from her sides down her hips, then they got under her short skirt and moved up her leg. It was good to know his hands at least didn't get lost. She moaned as she felt his fingers tease her between her thighs. Damn, he really was skilled with his hands. Meanwhile, he continued to lick the sweet dessert off her chest. He wanted to see how much faster he could make her heart beat, but he also liked to see how much she enjoyed being touched by him. However, she began wanting him to use more than just his hands and mouth. So she reached down towards his crotch and used her hand to pleasure him. A grin spread over his face as he uttered "Ooh, you're so naughty" then he brought his lips to her ear and whispered "you want more, don't you?" "Mmh, yes, my knight" was her reply, so he took off his trousers and pulled her closer to his hips. She wrapped her arms around him as she felt him move inside her. The table wasn't that comfortable for her, but that stopped bothering her as the pleasure she was feeling throughout her body became more intense.

"Aah, faster" her delighted voice stirred him on. She reached up to unbutton his shirt and reveal his sexy sweaty body, which was quite a strong visual stimulus. His hands were gripping her hips tightly to keep her close to him as his movements became more erratic. She could hear some things drop to the ground as the table shook under them, but they couldn't care less about that while they relished in that intense feeling of sexual gratification. After they both calmed down they cleaned themselves and the table up. "We should be going soon, we'll be really late" she voiced her concern, but he was as carefree as always and replied "You have nothing to worry about, although..." he took hold of her chin, making her look at him. "Your worried face is really adorable" his compliment made her blush a bit and relax. His cheerful face always made her feel better, so she agreed to hang around there a bit more before going on their way. 

[aalbedo]

injured!tartaglia x reader (part 2)

part two of this

request: Hello I absolutely loved your one shot of Tartaglia helping an injured reader sdjgksjfkf if you don't mind I'd like to request a part 2 where reader asks him the story behind that big scar he pointed out? Maybe reader finds HIM injured and returns the favor and asks about his other scars while they treat his wounds?? Ahaha reader's just like "fuck I can't just leave you here to bleed out but don't you dare think this means I care for you or anything" lmao

format: two-parter (again, read part one first)

ship: tartaglia x reader

tags: fluff, reader is the traveler-ish (a completely separate character from aether and lumine, but still the traveler, does that make sense?), author forgets basic wound care halfway into the fic

warnings: blood, mildly graphic depiction of injury, stitches and needles

words: 3027

notes: hey so uhhhhhhhh i kinda went off the rails with this one, i didn't really follow the prompt in some points since uh... the part about the stories behind the scars... i kinda forgot about that... or like... eh you'll see, anyway, - banner still fucked up it will be fixed i prommy

Despite the high number of hilichurl camps, abyss mages, fatui agents, ruin hunters and ruin guards, Lisha was still one of your favorite places to explore, it was full of treasure chests to open, sweet flowers to pick and ore to mine. Plus, the atmosphere managed to still be peaceful, the open fields where the sun would shine uninterrupted for hours and hours on end were your favorite place to sit down and bask in the sunlight.

Your leg was still recovering from the tough hit you had taken a few weeks prior, which meant that you had to take more breaks while adventuring. Not that you would complain, taking breaks, putting some numbing cream on your wound, eating some reinvigorating food and drinking fresh water was just as satisfying as exploring.

After resting for about half an hour, you decided to get up, careful not to put any pressure on your injured leg. You threw your bag over your shoulder and walked north-west, towards the road to the chasm.

In the distance, you started hearing sounds of fighting, and as you got closer to them, you could see a tall figure fighting not one, but two separate ruin hunters, with a bow. It was too far away to see the person’s face, but you had half an idea of who it could be.

Then, out of nowhere, a bright purple flash, and in less than a second the ruin hunters were both on the ground, completely destroyed. Yep, it’s Tartaglia.

You thought about turning away and changing your direction before he could see you. You had already reluctantly thanked him for helping you that day, as well as paying for your medication out of his own pocket, but you still felt like you owed him a favor that you really did not want to fulfill. He was still the guy that almost destroyed Liyue, and made you fight for your life, despite everything.

Until you saw him fall to his knees, and as he turned to face your direction you could see his chest covered in blood.

You acted on instinct, ignoring your brain telling you to leave him alone, that he could tend to his own wounds, and you sprinted towards him. He may be an asshole, but you just want to avoid him, not leave him to die.

He was resting his back on a wall, head thrown back. Even from far away, you could see that he was breathing heavily. That same backpack you had seen on him the day he helped you was now sitting next to him, his left hand already rummaging through it.

His head shot up, he had definitely heard you coming towards him, his eyes widened as you kneeled down right in front of him and got a better look at his condition. You could see a cut crossing his chest, from his right shoulder to the middle of his torso, right over his heart. His grey coat was soaked in blood, as it pooled on the bend of his hips and slid down to the ground.

“So you do care about me.” he broke the silence, struggling to talk through heavy breaths and groans. He was completely out of breath, covered in blood, definitely in pain, and all he could think about was joking.

“I don’t. Just because I hate you, it doesn’t mean I want to see you dead.” You didn’t have time to get mad at him. “Also - I owe you a favor, I guess.” The only thought in your head was to help him, so you did not think twice before quickly unbuttoning his coat and undercoat and moving them out of the way.

You got a look at his chest and through the blood you could see several other scars, most of them looked years old, a few of them looked pretty large, carving his chest and abdomen. You wondered if his entire body looked like this, and why his face didn’t.

“Like what you see?” he joked again, his voice sounded hoarse, strained, very clearly struggling to talk. You sighed, couldn’t he just shut up for a minute?

You turned to your own bag to pull out anything you might need to help him. Potions, numbing cream and even a stitching kit laid next to you. You had bought the kit after that day, and started learning how to stitch wounds.

“No,” you dismissed him again. He whined quietly, you weren’t sure if it was because of your response or the wound.

All of the sudden, you felt… fear? Fear of what? Him passing out? And anger, at the fact that he wasn’t taking the situation as seriously as you were. He could easily die from this wound and all he was doing was making jokes.

You quickly started cleaning the blood with a cloth in one hand, while holding a bottle of antiseptic potion in your left, ready to pour it on top of the cut. You were being quick, passing your hand over his chest as fast as you could, trying to gather all the blood while avoiding the open skin, but there was so much of it that in mere seconds the cloth was soaked and completely useless.

You looked up at him and he was staring at the ground, his eyes completely unfocused. “Childe,” you called him and he squeezed his eyes closed, “try to stay awake.”

“Easy to say,” he muttered. At least he was awake.

You threw away the bloody cloth, and poured the antiseptic potion directly on his scar with no warning. Despite knowing that you were just helping him, a wave of guilt washed over you as you heard him cry out from the pain and throw his head back, wincing again when he hit the wall.

Half a bottle of potion and another clean cloth drenched in blood later, the wound had completely stopped bleeding, and you finally breathed out all the tension you were holding in your body.

His face, and body, were completely pale from the blood loss. His mouth was agape, eyelids half closed - looking at you, he sighed, barely letting any air out. You glared back, but by the way his head was positioned, you couldn’t help but look at his lips, the way they moved slightly every time he breathed out, they seemed so… soft, sweet. You brushed aside a thought that had snaked into your brain. His mouth curled up and he barked a laugh, but he stopped immediately and groaned again. Had he noticed that you were looking?

“Don’t laugh, it’ll hurt you,” you reminded him as you threw away the second blood drenched cloth.

“Sure,” he replied, voice still strained. “Whatever you say.”

You find a third cloth, the only clean one you had left, used some water from your bottle to make it damp and used it to wash your hands.

“Don’t talk either,” you looked at him as you opened a small glass jar containing numbing cream. “What were you thinking, being here alone and fighting two ruin guards?” He opened his mouth. “Don’t answer, you’ll tell me later.”

“I was just collecting some debts when those two attacked me.” He groaned again.

“I said, don’t talk if it hurts.” You made it clear from your tone that you were annoyed at the way that he was acting.

You dipped a couple of fingers into the cream, and hesitated before placing your bare hand on his chest, carefully placing the cream around the wound, so that he would not feel pain when you would be stitching it closed. As you got a better look at the cut, you noticed how the skin had been basically mangled, it looked like it would not be an easy recovery.

“You look like you know what you’re doing,” he pointed out, before groaning again. You were starting to wish you had taped his mouth with something.

“Because I know what I’m doing, I’m not an idiot. And you’re making me regret helping you, just shut up already.”

“Make me.”

Your hand froze over his skin. You moved your eyes back up to him, trying to decipher his expression. Was that an invitation, or just teasing? He hadn’t even tried to put on a smug face, his expression just looked tired and worn out, which made it even harder to decipher.

The longer you looked at him, the weirder it would get, you would have to do something before it got awkward and that thought from earlier slammed back into your head.

You wanted to wish you had run the other way, but the truth was that you were glad you hadn’t. Maybe it was all of the tension you had accumulated while seeing all that blood flow out of him, maybe it was the heavy lidded look he was giving you, but you placed your clean hand on the side of his face, cupping his cheek. His eyes widened, mouth parted ready to say something, but, before he could, your lips were on his.

The kiss was fast, you pulled back almost immediately and averted his gaze right away. You could feel him staring at you as you put your hand back into the jar and picked up some more cream.

“I didn’t think you would actually-” he didn’t finish the sentence.

You quickly caught a glimpse of his expression before focusing on taking care of the wound. You contained a laugh as you saw him look absolutely dumbfounded and flustered, he had seriously been rendered completely speechless by what could barely be considered a kiss. If he hadn’t lost that much blood that day, his cheeks would definitely be red.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe what had happened either. You couldn’t believe you had even done it. You could’ve just laughed it off and kept medicating him in silence. But you were glad that you didn’t.

Neither of you uttered a word for a while, and even though the atmosphere wasn’t explicitly awkward, you wished he would say something. After a thick layer of numbing cream and several minutes of silence, you finally gathered the courage to look back at him. He was clearly pretending to look away, as if he hadn’t spent the entire time looking at you working.

“Is the pain gone? Can I stitch it now?” Your voice came out unexpectedly soft. You touched the skin around the wound, waiting to get a reaction from him.

His head snapped back to face you, and he nodded. “Can’t feel a thing,” he said as he touched his own chest. “I can stitch it though, if you wa- Ah!” He lifted his right arm, the injured one, and immediately stopped mid-air, “fuck- shit, not this,” he almost yelled.

“You ripped a tendon.” You gently took his right arm, putting it back down for him, and looked at his shoulder. “I’ll stitch it, don’t worry - I’ve learned.”

He didn’t say anything, and you took it as permission. You opened the kit you had bought at Bubu pharmacy weeks prior: recurved needle, thread and tweezers. You could feel Tartaglia’s gaze on you as you struggled passing the thread through the needle, but in the end you managed to do it.

As you hovered over the wound, your gaze fell on a large scar, the one that would normally be visible from over his coat on his neck, and it went down over the left side of his body down until his hip. It looked pretty old, but it was still very visible.

“Can I ask you… how did you get that?”

“Mh?”

You pointed at the scar with your pinkie and slightly traced over it, “this scar, what happened?”

He followed your finger with his gaze, and kept his eyes on the scar even as you moved back to the still open wound. “Oh, that?” You passed the needle through the skin and pulled it out on the other side. “I was 14.”

You saw some blood trickle from the cut as you carefully pulled the thread and passed the needle through one more time. By the way he had spoken, you felt like he was going to continue talking, so you didn’t interrupt.

“Uhm, when I was 14, I-” you heard him pass his tongue over his lips, “the Abyss, you know.” You nodded quietly as you passed the needle through a few more times.

“You don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,” you reassured him, you knew that it was a pretty sensitive topic, or at least you imagined it would be. You stitched a few more loops with ease, getting progressively more comfortable with what you were doing.

“It’s fine, I- I was in-” his voice was starting to shake the slightest bit, but you noticed the change of tone in his voice.

You finally reached the end, and you cut the thread, tying it tightly at the end. You put the needle and the tweezers back into their container.

“I had to fight this… huge- and when-” once you looked up at him, you realized how lost in thought he was, looking at his scar, unable to take his eyes off it, he was probably getting some flashbacks. “I-” his voice cracked, his lower lip trembled ever so slightly, and you could not bear it anymore. Without even thinking about it, you grabbed the side of his face and dragged him in for an actual, proper kiss.

He fell right into it and reciprocated immediately, placing his left hand on the side of your waist. It was sweet, and tender, and you got a better feel of what his lips were like: just as soft as they looked.

You pulled back first once again, and as you got to look at his surprised face, eyebrows raised and everything, your mind started racing. You had just kissed not just a Fatui, not just a Harbinger, but the Harbinger that had tried to kill you, that manipulated you and that nearly destroyed Liyue for the second time. And he was sitting in front of you looking like an idiot.

You couldn’t figure out what you were feeling, but there was something going on deep in your chest, and stomach.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you quickly clarified before he could say anything. “Neither of them do, they were just to shut you up.”

“Were they?” he asked. And just like that, he came full circle back to the false smugness.

You really, really did not want to think about the weird feeling that was growing in your stomach. “Look at what I got from Baizhu.” From your bag, you pulled out a thick strip made out of cotton and a small vial full of Slime concentrate.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“What do they mean to you?” you bit back, waiting to see if he would face the question himself, or back out like a hypocrite.

“What did you get from Baizhu?”

You both chuckled, and you noticed his bare chest rising and falling back down as he laughed. “He said it’s a new type of bandaging, you use slime concentrate to stick it to the skin.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I don’t love the sound of that, actually.”

“I was skeptical too the first time I tried it, but trust me - it’s much more comfortable.” You heard him sigh in defeat as you already spread some of the slime condensate over the strip, and set down the half empty vial. “It won’t hurt.”

“Do you promise?”

He looked into your eyes with a relaxed expression, you looked right back. “I promise,” you replied with a kind smile, before turning your attention to the strip and stuck it over the wound, carefully placing it so that it would cover the entire cut.

“All done,” you said as you started getting up, but you felt a hand grabbing your arm, another one grabbing the side of your face, and tugging you back down, and before you could realize it your lips were once again on Tartaglia’s.

You couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, his lips were still soft, and at that point you felt like you could get used to them. The kiss was exactly as gentle as the one before, you could feel your fluttering in your chest as Tartaglia’s thumb started gently rubbing your cheekbone.

He pulled back first this time, and as you opened your eyes back you could see a wide smile on his face.

“Sending me mixed signals, huh?” you pointed out.

“I told you, I never had anything against you personally,” he said as he put his clothes back on, trying to fix them as much as possible, despite the very clear cut on his chest and the blood covering them completely.

“I’m gonna need some time before I’ll believe that.” You got up and reached down a hand for him to get up. “You’re gonna need to prove it to me.”

He grabbed it with his non-injured hand and stood up beside you. “While you take your time, care to walk me to Bubu pharmacy, so I can buy some of these sticky bandages?” he asked, a wide smile still on his face.

“Sure,” you simply replied, picking up both of your back and tossing them over your shoulder.

You watched him move his injured arm slightly, to figure out how much he could move it. Unsurprisingly, not much.

He hummed. “I’m gonna have to take some time off from duty, hopefully they won’t kill me for it,” he said in a joking manner, but you could sense that he wasn’t kidding about the killing part.

“Well,” as you both started walking back to the harbor, you got an idea, “you could use the time off to show me that you truly don’t hate me.”

“Like what?” You could feel his gaze on you.

“Like, we could go out for dinner,” you suggested, keeping your eyes in front of you. “In a completely neutral way, and then see what happens from there.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’s a plan, then.”

[wifeboys]

Third Time’s the Charm // Wilmon

Summary: Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

Word Count: ~2600

A/N: A little in-universe fic to tie us over. Based on prompts from this prompt list *shamelessly plugs my prompts blog @deity-prompts *. Also I haven’t written fanfiction is a while so I’m a little rusty.

gif credits: @princewilhelm

Wilhelm kisses Simon three times before he gets the hint.

The first time is at Rosh's soccer final. The pair (and Ayub) had gone to every single game of the season, rain, or shine. They stood at the side lines. The night air gripped them through their puffy coats. Flood lights illuminate their breaths. Wilhelm and Simon pressed shoulders to 'help keep them warm'.

The game is intense. The ball is sent over and back again and again. Fouls are left and right. Fights even break out. The crowd hold their breath, each moment electric. Simon is so focused on the game that he forgets where he is. He forgets who he's with and who he is. All he can concentrate on is Rosh.

The whistle blows, once, twice, three times. Rosh punches the air with a victorious scream. The crowd erupts. Everyone rushes onto the pitch. They clutch each other into hugs, exchanging "congratulations!" and kisses on the cheek. Simon sprints to Rosh, grabbing her tightly. She slaps his back and yells something he can't hear. Ayub pushes him out of the way and hugs Rosh. Simon staggers back with a laugh. Wilhelm is in front of him. His eyes sparkle with happiness and Simon can't help but smile. Before he can hug him, Wilhelm places his hands on Simons cheeks and quickly kisses him. The kiss barely lasts two seconds, but time seems to freeze. Simon short-circuits.

Before he can process or kiss him back, Wilhelm is already hugging someone else and Ayub is grabbing Simon. "SHE DID IT! FUCKING YEAH!" The night moves on. Everyone goes out to celebrate, still full of energy until they part in the early hours. As Simon celebrates, he can't help but think about Wilhelm kissing him. Did he kiss him or did he imagine it? No, it definitely happened. He can't imagine the electricity pulsing through him. He can't imagine the rush and heat he felt.

But that doesn't mean Wilhelm wanted to kiss him. It was an intense game. Everyone was celebrating. It was probably just a "hey bro, we did it! let's celebrate!" kiss. Wilhelm would've kissed anyone, Simon just happened to be there.

That's what Wilhelm is acting like. He's hugging everyone he comes across. Simons not sure if that's because Wilhelm is a hugger or because he's buzzed on celebratory drinks. Either way, he's not treating Simon any different. He's still talking to him like they're regular bros who like regular sports and other regular things.

It was nothing, Simon decides.

• ❤︎ •

The second time is at Felice's birthday party. She spares no expense. The common room is decked with streamers, balloons, and stocked with alcohol. Everyone is wearing the most extravagant outfits they have. The birthday girl has braided her hair short as a boys, and wears a purple robe that reaches her heels. Simon wears a black, glittery blazer over his bare chest with waist high black trousers. The lack of shirt was probably a good idea, considering people keep bumping into him and spilling their drinks.

The music is practically deafening. You can't walk two steps without knocking shoulders with someone. Simon keeps to the back of the room, fiddling with the hem of his blazar as the party unfolds in front of him. Sara keeps him company, chatting his ear off about something he can't hear. The only thing he can focus on is a certain prince across the room.

Simon barely notices when Sara tugs at his sleeve. "Si! I'm going to find Felice. Don't just stand here for the whole night. Go talk to someone"

She disappears into the sea of drunk teenagers. There's no way Sara was telling him to go talk to Wilhelm specifically, but that's all Simon wants to do. Actually, he wants to skip the talking and pin Wilhelm against the wall.

But Simon can't do it. He's glued with his back against a wall as people make out around him. He can't mess things up with Wilhelm. He can't scare him off. He can't lose a great friend on the tiny chance he might get a boyfriend. Simon repeats this like a mantra to the beat of the music.

None of this stops him checking out Wilhelm, the crowd acting as a safety buffer. His simple yellow shirt is plain considering the occasion. He made up for it by covering his hair with glitter that has fallen onto his face and shoulders.

He watches as an already tipsy Wilhelm finishes his drink. He's surrounded by people (probably his friends). He suddenly cracks up at some joke they say. Glitter explodes into the air with the quick movement of his head. A shiny halo illuminates his face. God, he's beautiful when he laughs.

"Simon! Simon Simon Simon" Felice nearly falls on top of him. "I'm so glad you're here- and you look amazing"

"Thanks, so do you- and happy birthday" Simon has never been good at taking compliments.

"You're too kind. I'll admit, I can't get enough of my cape. Hey, you should try it on! Purple is definitely your colour"

"Oh no I couldn't-"

"Oh yes you could. Let's swap jackets. I promise I'll give it back"

Next thing Simon knows, Felice is slipping off her cloak-y thing to reveal a white blouse and black skirt. She takes Simon's jacket, even giving him a spin. "We look stunning" she says as Simon wraps her robe around him. It looks a bit weird on him, but it's soft and smells nice. Felice sips her drink, and frowns. "My cup is empty. Can I get you a drink?"

"Uh- sure"

Felice disappears into the crowd. Simon goes back to looking for Wilhelm, but he's nowhere to be seen. He scans the crowd carefully. Wow, there's a lot of people here. A lot of bodies. The air is thick. The music is too loud. The room is too small. Simon needs to get out.

He excuses his way towards the door, not stopping until he's breathing in the night air. He leans next to the door, careful to keep Felice's robe clean. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Simon can only handle parties for a short while before he needs a break.

He stares up at the sky. Deep breath in, deep breath out. The stars are like glitter. The moon shines brightly at him. Deep breath in. He can't find Wilhelm, but at least he can spot the Man In The Moon. Deep breath out.

He's grounded again. He knows he should go home soon, but he figures a bit longer inside wont hurt. He gets up to go inside and find Felice when the door swings open. A yellow shirt stumbles into the night, glitter sparkling in the moonlight.

Simon finally found Wilhelm- or, rather, Wilhelm found him.

Wilhelm finds his footing, looking around. He finally spots Simon by the door.

"There you are!" He exclaims. There I am?

If Simon moves fast enough, he can slip back inside before Wilhelm even notices him. He can grab Sara and pretend he never came to the party. Before he can put his plan into effect, Wilhelm is cupping his face again.

Wilhelm kisses him. Simon is quicker to react this time. He kisses back, his plan to escape already forgotten. Wilhelm pulls back for a moment to tilt his head to the side. Simon holds the back of his neck, running his fingers through his hair. Glitter falls around them.

Wilhelm's hands slip behind Simon's robe, pulling him closer. Simon shivers as his hands run up and down his back. He drowns in bliss, finally getting to kiss Wilhelm the way he always wanted to.

When Wilhelm finally pulls back, his eyes stay closed. "Oh" he sighs softly. "Oh . . . I'm about to throw up. Excuse me"

Without even looking at Simon, Wilhelm turns and staggers around the corner. Simon hears retching. His escape plan kicks in. He practically runs back into the party, nearly knocking people over as he finds Felice.

He finds her giggling with Sara, who's cheeks are blushes deep red. They swap their clothes back, re-completing Felice's outfit. She truly looks stunning, tonight more than ever. Up close, her hair is woven more intricately than he realised. It's as short as his but looks ten times better.

Oh God- with the short hair and purple cloak, he probably looks just like Felice. Especially to someone who's drunk. Wilhelm didn't mean to kiss him. He meant to kiss Felice. Now Simon feels like he's going to throw up.

• ❤︎ •

The third time is after Parents Day. Simon spent the days leading up to it avoiding Wilhelm. He probably doesn't remember the kiss at all but Simon wont chance it. He won't give Wilhelm the opportunity to reject him. This doesn’t stop him from looking at him for a little too long from across the room. This doesn’t stop Wilhelm looking back.

His ingenious “if I ignore him he can’t reject me” plan fails, however, when Wilhelm sits with his family as they eat. Simon can't take his eyes off him as he chats with Simon and Felice's family. Wilhelm combs his fingers through his hair, licks his lips, laughs along to jokes. Simon soaks up every minute of it.

Dinner plates empty. Belts are loosened. Waiters come around to collect dishes and Simon starts to panic. Wilhelm has been glancing at him again and again throughout the dinner. He's definitely going to corner Simon and let him down. Tell him to forget all about the kiss (if he even remembers it). Simon pulls out his phone.

Simon I need you to pick me up

Ayub Thought you were at the parents dinner Cant ur mom take u home?

Simon I'll explain later If you pick me up right now I'll be forever grateful

Ayub I'll be outside in ten You owe me one

Simon I love you more than life itself

Simon rests his phone on the table, slightly less panicked. As soon as people start getting to their feet, he bolts. Out the door. Our of the school. He only slows when his feet crunches on the front road's gravel.

Ayub arrives right on time. Simon jumps on his bike before he can ask what's going on. It isn't until the next day that Simon comes to a shocking realisation: he left his phone at Hillerska.

• ❤︎ •

"Didn't think I'd be back here so soon" Ayub says as he drops Simon off.

"I'll be in and out, I promise. Everyone's gone home so I'll be able to find it and grab it"

"Here, call yourself on my phone. You can follow the ringing"

"Where would I be without you"

Ayub tosses his phone and gestures for Simon to go. He pushes open the doors. Hillerska feels haunted without students bustling through the halls. It's like a museum. Simon opens Ayub's phone and calls himself.

It's probably in the dining room where they ate. He walks towards it, listening intently for his ringtone. What he doesn't expect is for someone to pick up.

“Hello?”

Simon stares at the phone for a moment before pressing it to his ear. ". . . Hello?"

“Simon? That you?”

“Wille!" Perfect. The one person he was trying to not talk to. "Sorry, I didn’t recognise your voice”

"Don't worry about it, I don't think you were expecting me to answer"

"Yeah, uh, you have my phone. That's why I was calling it. I must've left it here yesterday"

"Where are you? I can drop it off"

"I'm already at Hillerska so I can just grab it. Want me to come to you?"

"Just start walking, we'll find each other"

Simon decides to go in the general direction of Wilhelm's dorms. It really does feel like a museum. Each alcove is like a display he can't touch. His footsteps echo.

“So . . . what’re you doing with my phone?” Simon asks.

“I actually didn’t know it was yours. It was left on one of the tables, so I took it in case the owner came looking for it”

“And here I am”

“And here you are”

Simon can't help but smile. He's sure he can hear Wilhelm smiling too.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you”

“Talk to me?”

“Yeah. Um . . . it's about Felice's party"

Simon stops. Here it is. Everything has backfired and now the one thing he didn't want to talk about has come up.

"Simon? You there?"

"Yes! Uh yes I am." He rubs a hand across his face. Play it cool. "What about her party?"

"I'm sorry that I was so drunk that night. I figured I'd need some . . . liquid courage but I guess I had too much"

"Yeah. It was a uh, a wild night" Simon feels like he's choking on his own heart. He distracts himself by looking around at the hallway. He's not even sure where in the school he is. He's more focused on not throwing up.

"Do you remember that night?"

Play it cool. "Anything specific you want me to remember?"

There's a moment of silence. Simon can hear Wilhelm's footsteps through the phone. "If you want to forget that night and move on like nothing happened, we can definitely can"

Simon doesn't want to forget. It's all he can think about.

"Do you want to forget about it?" Simon asks, swallowing.

Wilhelm's walking slows as he thinks. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable"

"I don't . . . I wasn't uncomfortable"

There's a beat. "I'm glad. That-that you weren't uncomfortable"

"I'm a little uncomfortable now" Simon laughs awkwardly. His tension eases a little when Wilhelm laughs too.

"I'm sorry. I just don't know how to talk about this" Simon kicks his feet against the floor.

"I have to say, I didn't think I'd be talking to you about this over the phone"

"I didn't think you'd want to talk about this at all. I thought you were going to avoid me forever"

"Hey, you're the one who was avoiding me"

"Yeah yeah I know" Simon smiles.

Wilhelm takes a deep breath and exhales. "I really wanted to kiss you that night. That's why I got so drunk I needed a confidence boost. It uh, it didn't help that you ignored the kiss at Rosh's game"

Simon's jaw drops in a smile. "I didn't ignore it! I just panicked. I figured it was a spur of the moment celebration"

"None of it was spur of the moment. I've wanted to kiss you for a while"

"You have?"

"You didn't notice?"

"Not at all. If I did, I probably would've kissed you"

Simon hears him stop and smile. “Simon, you are the smartest idiot I ever met”

He hangs up. He hangs up? Simon looks at the phone as if it holds the answer. His brow furrow as a hand grabs his shoulder from behind. He turns, that there he is.

"Hi" they say in unison.

Wilhelm's hands are on Simon's shoulders. He holds his gaze with a smile. Simon completely forgets how to breathe. All he can think about his Wilhelm being so close to him and his lips being right there because really they're right there-

"Can I kiss you again?" Wilhelm asks. Simon nods.

Wilhelm kisses him for the third time. It's hesitant- like he's testing the waters to see if Simon is willing to swim. Before he can pull away, Simon yanks him back in. His hands thread through Wilhelm's hair as Wilhelm wraps his arms around his waist. They pull each other impossibly close. It's their third-first-kiss and it is perfect.

[introvert--weeb]

Hey Laura! Congratulations on 300!💕. You really deserve it for all the hard work you put in for us ❤❤.

Thank you so so much!I'm so excited to take part 😁. So for the event I'd like one with Mikey with the prompt 18. Preferred gender is female. I'd like it to be a hurt with comfort.

For the scenario I was thinking of after Valhalla. Mikey has known the girl since he was a kid. He found her unconscious outside the dojo anf later discovered that she was an orphan. She ran away from there because she was accused of beating up a boy (which she did) because he attacked another one of her friends. She didn't like him at first but once challenged him to a fight but Mikey said that he won't fight girls and that's when her feelings started ti grow for him.

She's watched him fo so long that after the incident with Valhalla,seeing Mikey act all strong annoyed her. When she confronted him about it he told her to stick her nose elsewhere and she only slapped him in response. Later he finds that she got into a fight with Mucho ( XD) because he made fun of Mikey for not having any emotions. He then proceeds to beat up Mucho and open up to her about how he feels and they share a very sweet moment and confession if possible 😂.

300 FOLLOWER EVENT

Thank you so much, doll!! 💕 I do hope you enjoy the finished product ❤️

I have decided to write for the aftermath of the event, and instead of it being Mucho, it's the Haitani Brothers because I feel they would make more sense ☺️ Plus, I don't even know if this is hurt to comfort or angst to fluff (I think they are the same but y'know, just in case) 💕

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Prompt: "Surrender... all the pain we've endured until now, Surrender... all the hope that I lost you have found, Surrender yourself to me" - Billy Talent ~ Surrender

Characters: Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano, mentions of Haitani Brothers

Genre: Hurt to Comfort/Angst to Fluff

TW: mentions of injuries, hospital setting, misdirected anger, hurt feelings, Valhalla/Bloody Halloween arc spoilers!

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The blond stood outside the door to your hospital room, an uneasy feeling swirling around in his chest. Mikey hated hospitals, especially when the ones he cared about were the ones admitted. That situation never usually ends well. With a deep breath in an attempt to calm both his nerves and his building anger, he pushed open the door.

You were staring out the window when the door had opened. You didn't need to look to know who it was. After all, you had provided the nurses with his number to contact since you had no known living relatives. The Sano's were the closest thing you had and even then, you could never bring yourself to look at Manjiro as a brother. Not when your heart yearned for him.

That day, you had done something reckless that had got you where you are now. It started when you had confronted Mikey about taking on the burdens alone. Pleading with him to let you in so you could help, his words had caused something to break. Tears in your eyes, you had slapped the boy and went out for a ride. No other words were exchanged between you.

If you hadn't have been so frustrated and upset over what had just transpired, you may have paid more attention to where you were. You hadn't realised you were in Roppongi. Sighing, you pulled over to use your phone to figure out where you were. Smack dab in the middle of Haitani territory.

Ran and Rindo were walking the streets when they noticed you. They had instantly recognised you as the girl that would be seen with the Invincible Mikey. After having witnessed the Valhalla vs. Toman brawl, they knew what had happened. There were very few gangs who didn't though.

The brothers had made comments about Mikey that had started to get you angry. How Mikey was too weak to save his friend, how it was all Mikey's fault to begin with that Keisuke Baji ended up dying. You were seeing red as you got off your bike and decided to confront them. Their reputation must have slipped your mind in that moment, only the thoughts of defending Mikey evident.

And that is how you ended up with your injuries. Your leg was in a cast as the bone had been snapped by Rindo; your shoulder had also been dislocated during one of the joint locking holds as you had struggled to get free; you had a bandage around your head after Ran's baton had broke the skin from how many hits he used; and your face was bruised with cuts littering the skin, nose broken and your eyes black. If it hadn't been for a passerby calling for an ambulance, you would have probably still been on the streets of Roppongi, beaten and bleeding out.

Upon hearing what had happened, Mikey had started to ramble on and on. About how you were stupid for entering Roppongi, how he had warned you already about how merciless the Haitani Brothers were, and how stupid you were to think you could do anything against them. His words were coated with anger. But what you didn't know was that his anger wasn't directed at you. Mikey was angry at the Haitani Brothers for daring to lay hands on a girl, angry at himself for indirectly causing you to be in the hospital, angry that he couldn't protect the girl he had come to love.

His words broke your heart. Sure, you shouldn't have rose to their comments but you only did that because you loved the boy! And you'd happily do it all over again if it meant you could keep Mikey from himself! You understood how difficult losing Baji was on him and you knew that hearing comments like that would break him more. Tears filled your eyes. Maybe you needed to finally let the blond know.

"I wish you would let me in, Mikey..." Your voice was quiet, contrasting against his previous tone. There was no way you could bring yourself to shout and scream back at him. You were tired. Tired from the injuries, tired from trying to show the boy you were there, and tired of carrying around these unsaid feelings. So you came right out with it, expressing the feelings you have been hiding for years.

Mikey froze to the spot upon hearing your confession. He didn't know whether to laugh at your timing or whether to run over and hug you. Neither seemed appropriate though. Instead, he moved his obsidian gaze to your teary eyes. The sight had his heart hurting. He had caused you to get upset.

Time had passed and you were finally able to leave the hospital, stumbling along on crutches. While you were stuck there, you had been visited by everyone from Toman at one point or another. Each scolding you for being reckless before moving the topic onto whatever was happening outside the four white walls you were stuck in.

As you hobbled out the front entrance (with some help from one of the nurses), you beamed happily at the sight that greeted you. Mikey was waiting for you, a plushie of your favourite animal in his arms. It may have taken a little longer for you to get to him than usual but you didn't mind.

Mikey grinned at you, his eyes filled with happiness over the sight of you up and about. Once you were in front of him, he handed you the stuffed toy and placed a kiss on your cheek.

"You ready for our first date?" With a blush, you nodded and the two of you were off. Where did you end up going? Well, that's up to you.