#im practically drowning in ideas

[sadbigemini]

Hey, I'm going to try something out and I hope it works. I really wanna see what y'all come up with and create! I'm going to post fic prompts/ideas/au/hcs (whatever you wanna call them lol) bc I have so many ideas but barely any are being written. And even if they are I usually unpublish/unpost them pretty quickly bc I get anxious– sooo let's see how long this stays up lmao (PS I'm not that experienced with Tumblr so bare with me :/) most of these are mha or bnha bc I'm hyperfixated on it. I also have something like this posted on Wattpad under the same name. But not on AO3 bc I saw someone say that you're not supposed to post writing prompts on there or something idk lol

Without further ado....

Fic Idea Dump Rules

This is just for fun, so don't be rude when criticizing an idea or at all lol

Multiple people can take an idea idc, I am going to write some of these too lol

I would still like credit for the idea but more importantly I just want to be able to read the stories that come from my ideas. So, please send me links or whatever!

All info/hcs in the notes for the idea is optional. You do not have to use every bit of info if you don't want to. Hell, you can even combine and mash different ideas together

mineta minoru (I'm used to censoring his name...) always gets expelled eventually. That is one piece of info that needs to be in all MHA fics. It should happen in canon tbh. But if you can write it well than I'll settle for redemption lmao

Also DNA suits for Hagakure Tooru and Yaoyorozu Momo. They need protection! How do you expect someone to fight crime– NAKED?!! (There are so many characters that I think need them ngl– like Power Loader)

I also might have covers or art that I made that you can use. Definitely not for every idea and I won't make any if there isn't some already made

If there are already fics out there like these that you have read please tell me, I would love to read them!

I hope you all will be able to understand my word vomit notes. But if you have questions I'll try to answer!

[wasyago]

a random cleo in armor

[pigeons-with-jello]

you know what maybe ill go to culinary school

[capricioussun]

Anyone else feeling strangled by the grief of knowing they'll never make everything they want to due to the constraints of time and the human body lately?

[suboptimal-xenobiologist]

Guys I'm so incredibly sorry. My brain is currently full of gen 1 my little pony thoughts only suitable for the fictbio blog

[beeapocalypse]

<-- it was forced to think about the honey sweet magic system

[ellieslob]

★ellie got sick

+idea: ellie gets emotional when you take care of her

ways to help palestine !!!

you knew, deep down, under all the toughness and her act of being completely independent, and solitaire, ellie yearned for touch, but not just anybody's touch, your touch.

the first week after you guys got together you were both hesitant to touch each other, to be near one another, too nervous and definitely too worried of messing up, ruining everything and ending up alone again, so for the first weeks, you guys practically were just friends that called each other “babe” and “honey”.

that was until ellie got sick, it was nothing to really worry about, nothing but a cold, “it didn't matter” as she said, but at the same time, she had spent all of her weekend inside her bed, texting you about how her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her pinky toe hurt, your girlfriend switched from being the strongest and toughest woman you ever met to such being a pretty cry baby. you two were on your nightly call, when she heard the ring bell “oh no, wait babe, god, how do i get up” you heard her covers moving as she growled and whined.

“don't worry honey, i'll get the door” she looked at her phone confused, you hung up and left her even more confused, were you high? or…

the knocking stopped an the door opened showing that it was you at her room, with a soft smile and a little basket in your hands “hi baby. okay, okay, so i brought you a soft blanket, some chocolate, and yes, the milky one, not dark. i bought soda but i bringed tea, because you need to stay hydrated” your hands pushed her back to the bed, tugging her with the little blanket, and then checking her temperature by softly pressing your foreheads “oh and i made you chicken soup, i know you don't loove vegetables, but baby you-

you stopped yourself completely, her face was now drowning in tears, her face all covered in blush and her hands were grabbing her new soft blanket with a very tight grip “ellie, w-what's wrong?”

she got up from the bed, still her movements were slow and silly, but she managed to get to you, your worried look, the little basket, the homemade tea and soup, the little and soft voice you used just to talk to her. she knew it.

she almost tackled you into a hug, starting to cry even harder, her deep voice turning into whines, her sobs were loud and strong that they moved her hole body, she was clinging onto your shirt, hiding her face in your chest, you didn't know what to do, you had yourgirlfriend weeping desperately in your arms and she didn't answer your questions or stop shivering. you caressed her cheek, trying to wipe her tears a little “ellie?”

“thank you, i… i was so exhausted, i am really, but even with all my whining and complaining, god it must have been so boring to hear me complain about everything but still you.. you”

“i love you ellie, i love your face, your little freckles, your voice, your bad jokes, your complains, i love them because i love you, way too much, i’d say, you should be scared, like seriously, you should call the police” you started attacking her with little kisses all around her face.

“stop” she laughed like a kid, making you chuckle a little, her tears finally stopped, leaving her eyes shiny and loving “and you say my jokes are bad” she holds your waist, pulling you closer to her.

“well i guess that's why we are together honey, you'll have to endure”

“i love you”

“i love you more” and as cheesy as it sounded, your voice, your words and your kisses were all that ellie needed to get better.

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🫐nat: im back😭 im so sorry for all the time that has passed, this is not my best work but i wanted to make a little something to officially come back, love yaaall so so much

[anakinca]

putting makeup on Anakin motherfucking Skywalker. that's it.

—❝guilty pleasures❞

anakin skywalker x reader

tw ; pure fluff, established relationship (reader and anakin are husband and wife)

a/n ; this was so fucking cute im giggling and kicking my feet HELLO. to everyone who's sending requests, i'm slowly getting through them all, don't worry !! fyi, i'm picturing their apartment to look like padme's apartment so that you all get a better idea of what i was going for. enjoy, angels <3

ANAKIN HAS MANY GUILTY PLEASURES, MOST BEING UNEXPECTED. For you, not many are because you know him so well, but to others it’s exactly that—completely unexpected.

But you’ve never exactly thought that this would be one of those guilty pleasures he has. How could you? The second he came home from a mission, basking in your warmth, you quickly and eagerly pulled him to come sit down on the sofa. He was obviously confused at first, but it was only when you cupped his face in your hands and he saw your makeup bag next to him that he realized what you’re trying to do. The entire time you’ve been trying to do his makeup, he’s just been whining or pouting, so it’s not like you could’ve exactly guessed he was enjoying this. Well, not unless you were looking closely. The way his lips keep twitching from the way he’s trying to keep a smile off of them, the way his hands massage your sides as you straddle him, and the way he looks up into your eyes with such admiration were key giveaways to how much he was actually enjoying this—but you were a little too busy trying to apply your mascara onto his thick lashes. 

"Sit still," You scold him as he squirms once again while you try putting on some mascara. "But my nose is ticklish," He whines softly as he wraps his arms around your waist. He huffs quietly before muttering, "You still haven’t told me why you’re doing this." "Because you have pretty lashes and it would be a crime if I didn't do something about it,” You say as you pat his cheek gently, before grabbing your lipstick. Anakin gives you a deadpan look while you giggle evilly, "Pout your lips, Ani." You apply the lipstick on his soft, plump lips and keep it aside before squealing as you pinch his cheeks, "You look so pretty!" He grumbles softly as he lets you squish his cheeks—but even while he’s grumbling, you can see the clear and utter love for you shining in his eyes. "You're lucky I love you." You roll your eyes playfully, leaning down and capturing his lips against yours in a soft, passionate kiss before murmuring against his lips, "That I am." The corners of his lips curve up against your lips despite his best efforts, his arms gently squeezing you. When you slowly pull away from the kiss, you can see his now lipstick smudged lips, and the way his eyes crinkle at the edges due to his giddy grin.  “See, you look gorgeous.” You tease a little, giggling again as you pepper his cheeks in small kisses, leaving lipstick stains on them. He laughs a little at the ticklish sensation, his heart blooming inside his chest.  He turns his head to the side where you’re placing another kiss on his cheek so he can steal another kiss off your lips. “Maybe, but definitely not as gorgeous as you, my love.” He replies, the expression on his face quite amused from the lipstick smeared all over your lips as well.  Anakin raises one of his hands and wipes away some of the smudges on your face with his thumb, looking up into your eyes with such reverence and love that it practically suffocates you.  You smile cheerfully down at him, small giggles slipping past your lips from time to time, drowning out the sounds of the speeders flying past the large balcony attached to the living room, and the bustling sounds of the city of Coruscant.  And so, this evening you found out that one of the more unexpected guilty pleasures your husband has is that he loves when you try to put makeup on him. He loves the way your brows furrow in concentration and the way the tip of your tongue peeks out a little past your lips as you try to not mess up. He just loves looking at you.  He’ll always tell you how much he loves admiring you, but telling you he loves you putting makeup on him? Not a chance. But it’s quite obvious to you now, and you’ll never ask for better. 

@thesassypadawan

[velarisdusk]

Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

word count: 1.9k author's note: i had the idea for this one literally AS i was writing the last one im annoyed i didnt write it right after bc i know i had GREAT ideas that i literally cannot remember anymore sigh ✦ . AU Masterlist . ✦ ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The venue hums with the kind of energy you’d expect for a band as big as Wings of Illyria, the low chatter and country rock playing in the background almost drowned out by the buzz around the meet-and-greet booth.

Cassian, the life of the party you always imagined him to be, is already surrounded by fans, effortlessly drawing people in with that easy grin of his. But security is quick to move in, ushering people away with practiced calm, the crowd reluctantly shifting to make room for the band’s massive presence.  Rhysand sits beside him, polished and smooth as ever, his gaze flicking between the crowd and the band’s merch, playing the role of the charming frontman like he was born for it. But Azriel—Azriel looks like he’d rather be anywhere else.

You spot him leaning back in his chair, a half-smirk barely visible beneath the dark fringe of his hair, eyes scanning the room with a look that says he’s mentally checked out. The cigarette tucked behind his ear, defying the “No Smoking” sign above the booth, is the least surprising thing about him.

You can’t help but notice how effortlessly Azriel leans into the atmosphere, the way his posture seems to say he’s both above it all and fully in control of the space around him. The black leather jacket slung over his chair, the way his fingers casually thrum against the table, it’s all effortlessly cool. But before you can linger on him too long, a voice cuts through the room, sharp and high-pitched enough to make your teeth ache. 

The girl in front of you is practically vibrating, her hands shaking as she clutches her phone to her chest like it’s a lifeline. “Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispers to her friend, barely able to hold it together. “What if I say something dumb? What if they laugh at me? What if Az doesn’t even look at me? I have to tell him how much I—”

It’s the way she says Az—not like she’s just a fan, but like she’s personally on a nickname basis with him—that makes your eye twitch. You don’t want to judge, but fuck, could people just enjoy things without this level of intensity? She’s decked out in enough Wings of Illyria merch to make you wonder if she owns anything that isn’t branded. Her denim jacket is practically a billboard for the band, from the patches to the pins to the shirts she’s stacked under it, all so bright and loud it’s almost cartoonish. She looks exactly like the kind of people you’ve seen mocked in those “fan stereotype” posts, and it grates on you more than it should.

You bite back a sigh, trying to ignore the discomfort gnawing at your nerves. It’s not her fault, right? People can like things however they want. But as you stand there, you can’t shake the tightness in your chest, the buzz of unease you’ve been carrying all day. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night—too busy running through every possible scenario, obsessing over the idea that maybe, just maybe, you’d misinterpreted the song. What if it wasn’t about you at all? What if you’d been foolish to even think it was? You’d spent so much time convincing yourself this was the right thing to do, that you could handle whatever confrontation came with it. But now, with the weight of it all on your shoulders, doubts have started to creep in. 

To each their own, you remind yourself, trying to shake the jittery feeling in your stomach. 

The line inches forward, and you shuffle along with it, caught between your own nerves and the chaos around you. Every second stretches and the girl ahead of you is still whispering furiously to her friend about all the reasons this moment is life-changing for her. You try to tune it out, focusing instead on the distant hum of the music overhead, and the faint shuffle of feet, the air heavy with anticipation.

And then, it’s your turn. 

Cassian is the first to notice you, his smile broad and infectious, like he’s genuinely thrilled to meet every single person who steps up to the booth. “Hey!” he greets warmly, his voice loud enough to carry over the din. “You excited for the show?”

“Yeah, definitely,” you reply, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.”

Cassian beams like you’ve just made his night. “That’s what I like to hear! First time seeing us live?”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Second. Saw you guys in Orlando last year.”

“No shit?” he says, leaning forward slightly. “That was a great crowd. One of the best on that leg of the tour. You catch the whole set?

“Most of it,” you admit. “I got stuck in traffic and missed the first couple of songs.”

Rhysand, who’s been quietly observing, chuckles at that. “Typical,” he says, his voice smooth and amused. “Traffic in that city is practically a right of passage.”

“Right?” you say, laughing despite yourself. “I swear I left two hours early and still barely made it in time for ‘Bloodlines.’”

Cassian gives you a mock sympathetic look. “Tragic. That’s one of my favorites to play live.”

“It’s a good one,” you say, your nerves easing just a little. You glance between the two of them, noting how Rhys’s sharp gaze is fixed on you like he can tell there’s another reason you’re here. 

“So,” Rhys says, tilting his head slightly. “What’s your favorite track?”

How the hell—

“I mean, the whole album is great,” you say, “but ‘Sear My Skin’ has been on repeat lately.”

It’s a calculated choice, and you don’t miss the quirk of Azriel’s brow in your peripheral. 

“Interesting pick,” Rhys says, his smirk widening. “That one’s been causing a bit of a stir lately.”

Cassian chuckles. “Yeah, Az really knocked it out of the park with that one.”

And there it is—the perfect segue. You glance past them, finally letting your gaze settle on Azriel, who’s been silent this whole time. 

He’s leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his expression unreadable as his dark eyes meet yours. For a second, the noise of the room seems to fade, and you realize your heart is pounding in your chest, 

“Azriel,” you say, his name coming out steadier than you expected. “Can I ask you something?”

He quirks that brow again, the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. “You just did.”

Cassian groans dramatically, dragging a hand down his face. “Come on, man. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be,” he mutters.

Azriel ignores him, his gaze still fixed on you. “What’s the question?”

You take a breath, forcing yourself to hold his stare. “The song—’Sear My Skin.’ Is it about me?”

Rhysand doesn’t bother hiding his laughter, leaning back in his chair like he’s settling in for a show. Cassian’s drink nearly slips out of his hand, and he mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like, Oh, shit.

Azriel doesn’t react immediately. He just stares at you, his expression unreadable, until the silence stretches so thin you think it might snap. 

“Who are you?” he asks finally, his tone maddeningly calm. 

You blink, thrown off by the audacity of the question. “You seriously don’t remember me?”

He leans back, shrugging one shoulder. “I don’t remember half the women I sleep with.” Cassian chokes on his drink, Rhysand’s grin stretching wide enough to show teeth, but you’re not about to let Azriel off that easily. 

“Pressed against the door, your lips trace the ache?” You quote the line pointedly, crossing your arms as you glare at him. The memory rushes back—how he’d tasted on your tongue, how his hands had threaded through your hair before all hell broke loose. “Sound familiar?”

“It’s not that deep,” Azriel replies, his tone dismissive, though his gaze sharpens ever so slightly. 

“Really?” you counter, your tone dripping with incredulity. “Right before I finish, your body’s all I feel, breathed in your ear ‘you feel too good to be real.’” Your voice rises, your chest tightening as the words leave your mouth. “You literally said that to me while you were balls deep in me against a wall.”

Azriel freezes, his lips parting slightly as a faint flicker of surprise breaks through his carefully guarded expression. For a split second, it’s almost satisfying. 

Cassian’s reaction is anything but subtle. His chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he doubles over in laughter, nearly spilling his drink again. He gasps, pounding the table. “Yo, what the fuck?!”

Rhysand isn’t fairing much better, his laughter barely contained as he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his amusement still sharp but with a more controlled edge than Cassian’s, to his credit.

Azriel’s jaw tightens, and he finally breaks eye contact, glancing down at the table. “Okay,” he mutters, the word barely audible over the laughter. “Maybe it’s a little about you.”

Cassian claps a hand over his mouth, trying and failing to muffle another loud “Yo!” Rhysand smirks, watching the two of you closely. 

But you shake your head, not about to let him off with just that. “A little? Really? You practically narrated the whole thing—I deserve royalties.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that response. “Royalties?” he repeats, half-laughing, but still avoiding eye contact.

Before he can properly respond, a security guard steps forward, tilting their head toward the door, a silent gesture that your time is up. 

You roll your eyes but shoot Azriel a teasing smile. “Guess I’m out of time for royalties. But I’ll be expecting them in the mail.”

As the security guard ushers you forward, Rhysand speaks up. “Well, nice to meet you, Sear My Skin,” he says, voice dripping with humor. 

You grin back at him, a little cheeky. “My name—”

“It’s (y/n),” Azriel interrupts, dragging a hand over his face as he speaks, his tone casual but something darker in his gaze that would’ve stopped you in your tracks if not for the man guiding you away.

You blink at him, and can’t help the smile blooming on your face. He remembered you. Really remembered you. 

Just as you’re about to take another step toward the exit, Cassian shouts from behind you, “Wait, wait, wait!” His voice is a mix of urgency and excitement. 

You turn around, confused, as Cassian's already talking to someone behind the merch table. The team member nods, already moving to grab something and hand it over to you. Cassian looks at you with that mischievous grin you’re so used to seeing on video. “We’ll set you up for the show. Don’t leave without saying hi to us again, yeah?”

You look at the woman heading your way and take the slip she hands you, your heart stopping when you read the words Backstage Pass. You’re not sure what’s happening, but the thrill of it courses through you. “Uh—Yeah, thank you?”

“Anytime, princess,” Cassian says with a wink, leaning back in his chair as he makes a show of lounging. 

You glance at Azriel one last time before being nudged along by the guard. He looks back at you for a moment, unreadable as ever, but there’s something in his eyes. But he says nothing, and it’s enough to make your chest tighten, a mix of anticipation and confusion bubbling in your stomach. 

[h-170]

ok i have to know how feral g!p sakura and g!p reader would be like im dying omg i have to know share your thoughts plssss

Imagine

g!p sakura AND g!p reader? OH MY GO- *train*

okokokay NOW obviously i think that normally sakura would be nice and slow, but you did mention feral... B)

imagine waking up at like 2 am and feeling your body FREEZING and the bed shaking then you open your eyes to see your pants on the floor, a massive dick bouncing on your face while your dick was being ridden by sakura (JAHSJSJSJHSXKJA) and you cant do anything but take it because you're such a good girl<3 (and now even hornier than sakura)

you guys still remember the first time yall had sex; it was literally unintentional (kind of), practicing late at night when everyone already went home, sakura would just be dancing and you'd stand next to her watching, but her shoe laces are untied! you gotta catch her so she doesn't hurt herself right?

she falls on top of you, having an almost-kiss, the idea making you blush hard at that... but you know what else was hard? uh oh! but wait... what's that? OH! looks like you aren't the only one in this after all!

your gaze fall down, and who would have guessed? two huge bumps squeezed against one another. you look back up at sakura who's just as hard and surprised as you and she's just: "...should we?" OMG SHE SAID IT

pinning you against the wall while she spun you around, you pushing your ass out while she takes off your pants and boxers, her eyes fixated on you. and then the moment she stretches you out... MYGAWD THAT COCK IS HUGE

she bottoms you out on the spot, still unsure of what to do she just goes slow, your goal just being to satisfy your dicks so that your boners would not show...

you throw your head back, resting it on her shoulder as she grinds your hips back and forth on her big fat dick, faster and faster as she moans in your ear, making you dizzy and hornier

you just ended up cumming on the floor while she filled you up, pulling out as her cum drips out of your asshole to the floor, damn what a mess! but all you guys did was just hug while you come down from your high, smiling because that was a funny way to confess

and now it's different, it aint slow and cute, its fast and rough. literally you just pinning sakura down on the bed and spreading her legs so wide it hurts, thrusting in and out of her ass while her cock smears precum all over herself, playing with her balls just to tease her more and then edge her again and again...

she angles her cock up to your stomach, cumming all over your abs and then you pull out to cum all over her; it's like a game of equality, drowning each other in cum 😮‍💨

oh and when i say she cums hard its not like 3 shots of cum HELL NAW WE GOING UP TO 15 (thick ropes of cum)

blowing your back out is literally her favorite, seeing you covered in her cum just marks you as hers and no one else's.

and of course when you're tired you'd just stroke your cocks together with one hand and flirt, sometimes make out if you have energy

everyone say thank you sakura 😫

[enha-doodles]

I saw some shorts in yt where the girl stalk her crush, spikes his drink, and kidnap him. But turns out he's been stalked her back as well and getting kidnapped was actually in his plan to get close to her (they're both just as freak)

I could imagine this scenario with Jay but its up to you anyway (my english suck lmao im so sorry)

NOT SO DIFFERENT | ✧⁺。

Pairing : yandere!Jay x yandere!reader

Notes : it's finally doneee , tysm for requesting and waiting for it so long 😭😭😭

Warnings : yandere stuff , obsession , intoxication , spiking drink , kidnapping

Our school bell rung signalling the most awaited time , the lunch break . The teacher was in the middle of speaking as the bell rung and as soon as the students heard the ringing there was alot of scrapping of chairs , chit chatting , laughing and overall a very annoying commotion. I stood up as yunjin made her way to my desk whinning "common girl you take so long to pack up , I'm hungryyyy" okay I love my bestfriend but I do not take that long and this bitch has no absolute patience . I rolled my eyes at her as we walked towards our regular seat with our food .

We were in the middle of gossiping along with eating as heeseung came with Jay and sat with us . I blushed a bit as I saw them and i could hear yunjin holding her laugh . I elbowed her as heeseung spoke up "hello guys , what's up" yunjin stopped laughing as she answered "we were just gossiping, talk of gossip I heard one guy of your group started dating is it one of you guys?" She wriggked her eyebrows teasingly as the three of them laughed meanwhile i couldn't help but tense at her words . It can't be him , I know it since I've been following him from 1 week continuously. Heeseung saw my expression as he cleared it out "no no it's just a rumour, none of us are dating anyone"

Yunjin smiled as she saw heeseung reassuring me . I could tell- honestly scratch that everyone could tell that heeseung liked me and according to him as well as a few other people, I like him back . Yunjin was one of the 'other people' and she alwyas tries to do something to get us together , giggling over a simple interaction we having that she quotes as 'absolutely romantic ' . I don't know where they get this ridiculous idea.

Okay to be honest I do know where they get the idea from but they are getting it all wrong . Yes I blush when he's around , yes my eyes always searches for his group , yes I fix my hair when I see him coming but it's not because of him . It's because of the guy he's always around with - It's because of Jay . They are bestfriends and are practically attached to the hip with the amount of time they spend together.

I first saw him at the guitar class in our school , then at the committee meeting , then at the cafeteria and then it was everyday. Slowly i was starting to realise that I liked him but it was just a mere attraction. Though the reality quickly changed when my mere attraction turned into obsession. My occasional glances turned into staring , i came to guitar classes not for the guitar but for him , and the worst of all I started following him . I just couldn't get enough of his smile , his scent just him in general and it was driving me crazy!! I wanted him to be mine and mine only .

Snapping back at the cafeteria I heard heeseung speak , "sooo Jake's having a party tonight at our dorm , you guys coming right?" I was about to politely decline but yunjin spoke before me eagerly accepting his invitation "oh offcourse, we need a break . The assignments are killinngg me" All the while I was just staring at jay and suddenly our eyes met but he didn't look away , his eyes were so intense and so deep that i could litteraly drown in them . Heeseung broke our eye contact as he stood up "okay greatt!! Meet you guys tonight at 8 " and with that they left . Yunjin looked at me as she squealed "he's sooo in love with you and you just can't stop blushing, just date already ohmygod!!!" I scoffed as I shook my head and stood up holding my tray "common you know I don't like him let's go we're getting late" . She followed me as she continued speaking "oh yeah sureee" making sure to exaggerate the sure .

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In the bustling chaos of a crowded party, amidst the pulsating rhythm of music and the cacophony of laughter, there was one figure who stood out to me like a beacon in the night: Jay. He was the epitome of effortless charm, his smile lighting up the room as he effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around him.

We had reached to the party a bit late but the night was still young . I stared at jay as yunjin went to dance with some guy . He was the only one in mind , my every waking moment filled with fantasies of us together. But I knew that in reality, we inhabited two separate worlds, destined never to intersect.

On this particular night, fueled by a cocktail of desire and desperation, I made a decision that would change the course of both our lives forever. As I watched Jay mingle with the crowd, his laughter ringing out like music to my ears, I knew that I had to make him mine, by any means necessary.

The plan unfolded with chilling precision, each step calculated to perfection. I approached Jay with a coy smile, my heart pounding in anticipation as I engaged him in conversation. He was charming and attentive, his words weaving a spell around me as I struggled to maintain my composure.

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, I seized my opportunity, discreetly slipping a potent sedative into Jay's drink when he wasn't looking. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I watched him take a sip, my pulse quickening with every passing moment.

With bated breath, I waited for the drug to take effect, my nerves fraying at the edges as I grappled with the enormity of what I had done. But as Jay's eyes began to droop and his movements grew sluggish, a sense of exhilaration washed over me, drowning out the whispers of doubt that threatened to consume me whole.

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When Jay finally succumbed to the effects of the sedative, I wasted no time in carrying out the next phase of my plan. With trembling hands, I guided him out of the crowded party and into the cool night air, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement , lying effortlessly to anyone that asked what happened to him - "oh he just drank too much"

As I navigated the deserted streets, Jay's limp form slung over my shoulder, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was on the precipice of something extraordinary. This was my chance to finally possess the object of my desires, to make him mine in every sense of the word. But damn was i a fool , i should've known . It was too good to be true , too easy .

When Jay finally regained consciousness, his reaction was not what I had expected. Instead of fear , confusion , screaming or thrashing there was a glint of something else in his eyes, something that sent a shiver down my spine. He was too calm for my liking .

"Nice place , though I do prefer a fancy bed but this works just fine I guess ?" Jay's voice was calm, almost eerily so, as he gazed at me with an intensity that made my blood run cold. "You know these ropes are cheap for a reason right ?" He said as he pulled his hands from behind his back and rubbed the spot where the bruise was forming

I recoiled in shock, my mind racing as I struggled to comprehend what was happening. Why is he so calm ? Does he think i actually got him here because he was drunk ? Or does he think we had sex ? But that doesn't explain the rop- "calm down sweetheart, I can tell you're thinking too much" he interrupted my thoughts sweetly with his honey like voice flowing through my mind . He stood up and gently tugged at my wrist as he pulled me closer and leaned down a bit inhaling the scent of my perfume which I bought because it was his favourite "hmmm my favourite perfume, got it correct sweetheart . How could you not you litteraly were behind me when I was shopping" he chuckled at the last part .

How could Jay possibly know about my obsession with him? And more importantly, why was he so unnervingly calm in the face of danger?

"It was all part of my plan," Jay continued, his words sending a chill down my spine. "I knew you were obsessed with me, so I decided to play along. But now that the tables have turned, it's time for you to realize who's really in control." He sighed as he sat me down on the bed , holding my hands in his own "we are meant to be darling , psychos like us are destined to be with each other for eternity and it's about time you accept it - not like you have a choice"

As Jay spoke, a sense of dread washed over me, the realization dawning that I had vastly underestimated him. He was not the helpless victim I had imagined him to be; he was a predator, lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike when least expected. He was the danger and i was the victim but did I seem to oppose the idea ? Fuck no , how can I when even as fear coursed through my veins, there was a part of me that couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of exhilaration. Jay's admission of his own obsession with me sent a thrill coursing through my body, igniting a fire within me that burned brighter than any fear or doubt.

In that moment, I knew that I had a choice to make: to succumb to the darkness that threatened to consume me, or to embrace it fully and revel in the intoxicating power it offered. And as I gazed into Jay's eyes, his gaze burning with an intensity that mirrored my own, I made my decision to fall in the darkness afterall was there any kind of experience that could make you complete other than knowing that the one you're in madly love with is also in love with you but just more insanely.

As we gazed at each other , there was a loud voice heard "CUT !! YOU GUYS WERE AMAZING" we both smiled as we heard the director . This was our 3rd music video shooting together after one of the first ones went viral . This was a new concept to us though it did not at. all. mean the love we showed , we presented was fake . We've been in a relationship for the past 7 years and been married for 2 now and it was the bestest decison of my life , he's made me the happiest I've ever been and I would not have it any other way . As the director was done talking to him , Jay approached me as he embraced me in an affectionate hug , our bodies fitting each other like a puzzle . He whispered "We really are meant to be , aren't we darling?" In my opinion we are not so different from the characters we just played and that's the thrill in our life .

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Taglist : @axartia @nikipedia07 @lovesickxmina

[strwbmei]

MEI HEAR ME OUT

(feel free to ignore if your not keen on the idea tho😅)

SERVICE. DOM. TENANT.

Like god she'd KNOW how to treat women right. Also she'd be the typa gal to be overprotective over you. Like just imagine walking down an alley at night and she feels a tad bit danger so she'd go and wrap an arm around your waist and pull you closer to her..😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Im also going feral over her morning voice line when she prepares coffee for us 😭😭😭

I just know Tennant would be a service top.

Most, if not all of her pleasure derives from seeing you writhe and squirm beneath her. She's so gentle, too— treating your body with utmost delicacy as if you were more precious than any diamond or jewel in the world. Unless you ask, of course; then, she won't mind treating you as rough as you want her to be. Still, whether you're having soft or rough sex, the one thing that never disappears is her praise. You just look so pretty with your eyes welling up with tears because of the overwhelming pleasure— and she just needs to let you know about it again and again.

Her favorite thing to do is to eat you out. You'd think that that would shut her up— but no, she's even worse. She knows that her words, though muffled as she practically drowns herself in your wetness, sends the best type of shudders up your spine, and she takes full advantage of that fact. Whenever she's in a bad mood, though, all she wants is to bury her face in between your legs and get her fill of you, whether you can take it or not. She'll curse under her breath, chanting a mixture of praises and your name like a mantra as she draws out orgasm after orgasm from you even through your unheard pleas for her to slow down.

Also, the thing about her pulling you closer whenever she feels the slightest bit of danger is so true! It reminds me of the scene in Howl's Moving Castle where some guards were hitting on Sophie and Howl did the exact same to protect her. Which is where I got the idea to draw Tennant as Howl LOL

[emmyrosee]

EMMY MY DEAREST MY BABY MY BELOVED <333

could I be a bit greedy and make another teeny tiny request?? you don’t have to feel obligated to do it AT ALL if you don’t want to!!! I’ve just been having an interesting time lately and you do comfort so well ☹️

genuinely all I’ve wanted all week is to be babied a bit/taken care of/pampered/absolutely smothered with soft gentle affection by atsumu when he starts to notice I’m getting overwhelmed or burnt out :(

I think he’d be good at catching it before it gets too out of control and keeping me sane. he wouldn’t let me lift a finger and he’d be so over the top with his physical affection cuz he knows I love that 😕

I feel so bad bc I feel like I’ve been bugging you a lot lately so pls pls pls don’t feel like you have to!!! I completely understand, there’s no pressure 🫶🏻🫶🏻

anon <3

YOU HAVENT BUGGED ME IN LIKE. FOUR MONTHS HUSH YOUR CUTE FACE- EVEN IF YOU DID SEND ME ANYTHING RECENTLY, YOURE NOT A BOTHER AND I LOVE YOU 😠❤️

he catches it pretty much immediately, with how you were clinging to him a little bit more than usual last night, brows seemingly forever pinched in the middle of your head and your fingers fisting the collar of his night shirt. he didn't say anything, but he definitely makes a note to keep an eye on it.

especially when, the next morning, you turn to your side to let him get ready for practice, and you hike the blankets higher and screw your eyes shut to try and tune him out.

he sees this, and crawls his body back into bed, mind now only focusing on taking care of you before you drown.

"peepee-poopoo," he whispers, hanging his head upside down to look at you, his blonde hair hanging shaggily. "where's my fighty baby this morning, hmm?"

you shrug and avoid his eyes, and pulls his head back to take this more seriously, "c'mere. come talk to me."

"you have to go-"

"i don't have to do a thing," he assures. he's quick to take out his phone and text coach that he's not going to make it, but he doesn't tell you that because the last thing you need is worrying about him missing a day to care for you.

which is one of his favorite things to do- but you fight him on it constantly. and he hopes today you're compliant enough to let him be here for you.

"do you want to talk about it?" he asks, gently rubbing his knuckles over your shoulder, and when you shake your head, he leans over your body again to kiss your cheek. "okay," he whispers, lingering for a minute before pulling back to head to the kitchen to make you breakfast.

breakfast, that was supposed to be in bed, but you worked up the courage to wade into the kitchen not long after him. "hey-" you begin, but you're cut off by the yelp from his lips and the dropping of an egg square to the floor, which you both look at blankly.

he starts to snicker, "whups."

"sorry."

he clicks his tongue, "shut up- come get a kiss," he says, stepping over the egg and pulling you into a hug, and his shoulders relax when you loosen in his arms. he sponges kisses to the crown of your head, "don't ever be sorry for something i did. it wasnt your fault."

you immediately tense back up, and atsumu knows his hit the nail on the head with it, and you burrow your face deeper into his chest and he tightens his grip on you to keep you grounded. "go back to bed," he soothes. "im with you today-"

"i dont want to be so far from you," you say, and he smiles as you dont put up an argument, dont scold him for staying, but his heart sinks slightly at the idea that youre so in your head all you can think about is him right now. "not today. can i stay?"

"id be bummed if you didn't," he says. he smirks and scoops you in his massive arms, relishing in the giggles you let you as he carries you and sets you on the counter, where he then feeds you slices of fruit while your eggs sear on the oven. he feeds you breakfast bite for bite, placing a straw in some water for you to drink before carrying you to the bathroom, where he tells you to brush your teeth.

you get shy, "can... do you think... maybe-"

"yeah," he smiles. "open up, babe."

he brushes your teeth, sure to get all the areas the dentist warns him about, before pulling back with a happy sigh and holding out his hand.

you quirk a brow, "what?"

"spit it into my hand."

"ew!" you laugh, and god it truly is his favorite sound, and you turn your head to spit the froth in the sink. "youre nasty."

"and you picked me first. too late to question your choice."

"yet i do every day."

"little fucker," he snickers, and when he makes a move to tickle you, you dart away, laughter ringing in the air as he barrels down after you, down the hall and into the bedroom, where he tackles you onto the bed. "i made you breakfast and this is the thanks i get?" he sighs, playfully punching your tummy, successfully dodging your hands to try and still his barely touching fists.

"l-learn from osamu," you manage, and his jaw slacks at your audacity while you giggle more in anticipation.

"you're annoying," he snorts, leaning down to nibble your ear and neck while his fingers spider up your sides, you shriek and shove his shoulders weakly. he stops and kisses the rest of the giggles from your lips, and he hums when you wrap your arms around his neck. when he pulls away, you mewl and tug him closer. he shushes you easily, "not going anywhere babydoll, i promise."

and he doesn't. he doesn't go anywhere, merely rolling you both onto your sides where he cradles you close, cupping the back of your head protectively as you burrow into him.

every now and then, he feels your shoulders tense up and quiver, as if you're fighting tears, but he doesn't make you say anything. not until you're ready to.

and when you are, he's there, his thumb gently stroking the back of your head while your tears soak into his shirt. he shushes you softly when your cries turn to sobs, or your breathing picks up too much for his comfort.

he reminds you he's not going anywhere, ever, he's got your back no matter what, and if it takes one day or fifteen, he's more than happy to stay in that bed, brush your teeth, feed you food, anything to keep you from drowning in your own anxieties and thoughts.

"thank you for telling me," he whispers every now and again. "im so proud of you."

"im so tired, atsumu... i don't know what to do anymore."

he screws his eyes shut as your voice cracks, "you're doing great, angel. keep doing what you're doing, because its your best, and its more than enough. and i'm sorry the world hasn't let you think it has been.

"you're more than enough. please keep going for me, okay?"

"okay..."

"I love you."

"I love you too atsu..."

[bits-and-babs]

i have this idea for joel miller, where him and the reader spend some time together practicing following the rules, since the reader has been lacking im that department, but during that time joel takes it upon himself to find your most sensitive spots and it eventually turns into an overstimulation session where you still gotta follow his rules and hes having the time of his life just ruining you 🖤

-ˋˏ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 ˎˊ-

— pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader

— word count: 1k

— warnings: Dom/Sub themes, very light verbal degradation, a little impact play, fingering, use of the honorific ‘Sir’, overstimulation— phew! Very 18+, ya nasties.

joel miller masterlist I| main masterlist |I send me an ask

“Discipline ain’t your strong suit, is it, Darlin’?”

You shake your head slightly— as much as you can, considering your chest is pressed to the mattress, arms bound behind your back by Joel binding your wrists with his hand. He has you leaned across the bed, toes to the floor. It’s stiff and a little awkward, but you just about manage. “No, Sir.”

Your admission doesn’t match your submissive headspace; muscles slack and vulnerable to the palm that Joel slowly smooths over the curve of your ass.

“You’re going to be quiet for me.”

It’s not a request. It’s an order. Joel’s tone is firm, his voice gravelly as he digs his fingerprints into the flesh of your ass. It smarts slightly, capillaries bursting and blooming beneath in a bruise.

You swallow thickly, immediately falling in line. No verbal response, just a simple nod seems to suffice, because Joel is beginning his cruel torture already as he begins to glide his fingertips over your clothed cunt. He starts at your entrance, up and over your clit. You hold in the sigh that threatens to breach your lips.

“Greedy already,” he murmurs, voice a husk as he holds his hands out before your face. Wetness clings to his fingerprints, glistening under the light. You chew on the inside of your cheek, tilting your head slightly to look at him through your lashes. “Greediest little cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Joel’s fingers dip beneath the crotch of your panties, slipping his middle finger inside of you with such ease that it rocks your consciousness. Your eyelids flutter, and a silent moan catches in your throat. Quiet.

He hums in appreciation at your tight, wet heat, easing his finger in and out of you before slipping in another. Your hips rise from the mattress, balancing on your toes as you rock back onto him.

“Barely touchin’ you, and you’re already misbehavin’,” he points out, his tone clipped. It makes you want to apologise, your heart leaping out of your chest, but you hear his order replay in your head. ‘Quiet’. You smother your appeals.

You feel red hot, your face burning from his attention. The wet sound of your cunt swallowing his fingers practically drowns out your laboured breathing, and you hear a tsk sound from behind you.

“So desperate. Ain’t even noticed how noisy you’re being.”

Joel sounds so close, your brain lagging in realising that his mouth is right beside your ear. He presses a kiss into the soft flesh just below, nipping at the skin so hard it will surely leave a bruise in the morning. He twists his fingers inside you simultaneously, pressing up against something that makes your bones vibrate.

“Auhhh-“ you moan loudly, unable to hold the noise within.

Joel punishes you for it.

His palm collides with your ass sharply. The sound of the slap rips through the room, and your wail of anguish quickly follows. Your skin stings beneath it, prickling hot and smarting. His hand would undoubtedly leave a print, branding you like a cattle iron.

“Hm,” Joel huffs, his breath tickling the shell of your ear as he presses his arousal into the tingling skin of your ass. “What did I tell you?”

“T-To be quiet,” you squeak.

“Not a sound,” he reminds you, his hands coming up between your abdomen and the mattress to squeeze at the mound of your breasts. Joel’s chest drapes over your back as he takes your earlobe between his teeth. His clothed cock grinds at your entrance, granting you enough friction to tease your neglected cunt while pinching at your nipples.

It fires off nerve endings across your body, your forehead slumping onto the mattress when the pressure begins mounting in your guts.

“But this-“ he pauses, working his fingers inside you so you can hear the wet, slurping sound of your pussy, “This is a sound I don’t mind.”

The buttons of his flannel bury into the skin pulled across your spine, skin aching from the pressure and the circular indents it leaves. Your jaw is agape, throat loose in an attempt to prevent any moans or whines from slipping out of your lungs.

“Such a sloppy cunt, Sugar. Can feel that you like that- is it this, here?”

He works his fingers against that obliterating part inside you. You gasp loudly, the sound pulling itself out of you before you have the chance to swallow it back down.

“So hard for you to be quiet, isn’t it?”

Suddenly, his thumb is pushed against your clit, flicking back across it at an immobilising pace. Your legs give out beneath you, hips falling against the mattress as you cum, a tingling warmth flooding your body and crashing over you all at once.

“Ffuh-fuhck-“ you slur, eyes rolling back as your peak dips. Joel doesn’t relent. His thumb continues to brutalise your throbbing clit, his fingers pistoning in and out of you and drilling into that mind-shattering spot. “Fuck-fuckfuckfuck, stop- Sir, pleasestopplease-“

You’re sobbing, fat tears tearing down your cheeks. The wet noises of your cunt bounce off the walls, and Joel groans softly as he watches your hips squirm against the bed.

“Nuh-uh. Get back here,” he scolds when you try to fight him, try to get away. Gripping your wrists tighter, he yanks you back into position, releasing you only to force your hips to stay and bear down on your overstimulated pleasure points.

“Please please, pleasepleaseplease,” you beg him loudly, your raised volume edging towards a scream as you sob around the syllable of his name. “Joel I can’t! Ican’tIcan’t, Joel!”

“You’re a greedy thing, ain’t you? You always want one more from me. I’m givin’ it to you.”

Your mind goes blank, words you thought to shout to force him to capitulate turning to a static buzz as he pushes his fingers up against your g-spot.

“What is it?” He asks, sounding almost bored.

“Iiiiuhh-“ you keen, you moan. It’s long, high pitched and loud enough that you’re sure half of Jackson can hear you fail to form a coherent sentence with Joel’s fingers buried knuckles deep inside of you.

“What happened to bein’ quiet, Darlin’? Did I make it difficult for you?” His voice twangs with amusement, enjoying watching you suffer like this.

It forces a hiccup from your throat when you cum a second time, cracking through you and wracking your exhausted muscles until you scream.

END

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[coichii]

MARLBORO NIGHTS - YUNJIN

pairing - badgirl!gf!yunjin ♥︎ nerd!fem!reader

genre - mostly fluff with comfort

word count - 0.6k

warnings - getting high + smoking

A/N - I’ve never smoked a day in my life or been high so I have no idea if I described it well🥲 also, I’m not a GG writer. I write practically only for Straykids, I just happened to cook this up.

—

new message from “yunnie💗”

8:03 PM

yunnie💗: my parents aren’t home

yunnie💗: wanna go get high🍃??

you: I’m studying yunnie -_- sorry!

yunnie💗: oh cmonn

yunnie💗: you’ve been studying all day

:(

yunnie💗: don’t you wanna see me?

—

You can feel the temptation burning at you, your hands itching at you to type “fuck yes!”, but the text book infront of you is screaming “ax^2 + bx + c =0”

—

you: im sorry bby </3 but yk ms.tuckers exam is coming up soon

you: i’ll see you tmrw, i promise

yunnie💗: her exam isn’t until wednesday!!

yunnie💗: plssss y/n :(( i promise it’ll be the best high of your life if you come with me

—

“Ah, fuck it.”

—

you: fine.. ok i guess we can go get high or wtv😒

you: can’t say i don’t want to see you <3

yunnie💗: I knew you couldn’t resist <3

yunnie💗: meet me at the park ok? im bringing the roll.

you: okay, see you there xx

—

“Here, let me light it for you, baby.” Yunjin proposes, bringing the lighter up the cigarette between your lips and lighting it. “There you go.”

You mumble a quick, “Thank you” as you inhale the bitter taste of the cigarette smoke, coughing slightly.

You never smoke when you’re not with Yunjin, so you’re not quite used to it yet, but you’re getting there.

You pick the the cigarette out of you lips with two fingers, setting it in yunjin’s as she breaths in a mouthful and blows it out, creating a satisfying grey cloud over the two of you.

“Yknow,” she starts, plucking the cigarette out of her lips to continue. “I hope im not being a bad influence to you. I’ve never had anyone accept me like this.”

You watch as she picks a peice of her hair from behind her ear and pushes infront of her face, wanting to hide the emotion that was becoming evident on her face. “I don’t mean to at all.”

“Yunjin, stop. I promise you’re not a bad influence on me. It’s my decision if I want to get high or not. My decision if I want to stop studying for the night. You’re all I need.” You try to console, but you can see it’s not doing all that much.

“You hear what everyone says around school. They say ‘yunjin is going to ruin that girls life’. And I don’t want that to be true.” She says between breaths of tobbaco. “I want to be good for you.”

“Yunjin.” You plead. “You are good for me. Those people don’t know what they’re talking about. They don’t see the real you or who you really are in the inside. They see a silhouette and think they know everything, but they don’t. I know you. And I love you.”

She can feel the weight of your words on her mind, and it’s bringing her comfort as they sink in.

“I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you y/n. I love you.” And she’s kissing you.

You can taste the nicotine on her tounge as you deepen the kiss, and it’s sending zings and buzzes to your brain.

Little did she know, you don’t know what you’d be doing without her.

She had no idea, that she was perfect for you and that was all that matters.

So you’ll teach her how to drown the voices out of all the people who said otherwise, who said you two weren’t meant for eachother.

You’ll do anything if it means you can stay with her, and you’ll spend everyday proving that.

[fandomnerd9602]

Make a Change

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

Inspired by the parade scene from Princess Diaries 2

Wanda, the doe-human hybrid was still getting used to all of the changes in her life. First off, she was rescued from the Facility and ended up a nice hybrid Sanctuary. And then she met you and found herself falling in love with you, a human of all people.

But something was bothering you. The one thing Wanda didn’t know was that the Sanctuary was drowning. There was little support coming in at the time. Donations were scarce and humans were still frightened by the mere appearance of hybrids.

Your pal and benefactor Tony Stark did all he could but support was drying up faster than his father’s liquor supply. His words actually.

You tried to keep Wanda and the other hybrids filled with joy and keep them safe. Bud Natasha knew the truth. If things didn’t change fast, the Sanctuary would have to close its doors.

Tony proposed a Hail Mary idea. There was a city wide parade coming up and…

“I want you and a couple of the hybrids to ride in a car together”

“Me?” You asked with a raised brow

“You’re the one running it!” He answered. “Also Natasha and maybe…”

“Can I help?” Wanda asked a little unsure what was going on.

“Sure!” Tony answered, “the more the merrier. You know, you could be a supermodel”

Wanda smiles and stays close to you. “I’ll do it if you will” she whispered in your ear.

“We’ll sit together then” you answered.

The day of the parade had come. You and Wanda were loaded onto the backseat of a convertible.

The citywide parade was in full swing. Wanda was instructed by Stark to just sit there and wave. The simple act should be enough.

As the convertible turned out of the garage and onto the parade route street, you could tell all eyes were on you, Wanda and Natasha. But not exactly in the good way, their stares and glares pierced you. And if it was affecting you, then it was definitely affecting Wanda. Natasha was a little more resilient but Wanda, well if she was hurting, she was actually doing a better job hiding it. Her attitude was confident and royal like.

And then her eyes wandered and she saw her. A little cheetah hybrid girl, maybe two or three, her eyes were filled with tears. This little cheetah girl was surrounded by fellow hybrid children who were teasing her. Wanda’s heart immediately broke.

“Stop the car,” Wanda ordered.

Tony looked dumbfounded, “w-what? Why?”

“I said stop the car!” Wanda practically shouted. Tony stopped the car.

Wanda immediately bolted out of the car and walked over to the little hybrid girl. The crowd was silent at this point. Even the band playing behind you halted and froze.

You could see her, getting on her knees in front of the young cheetah girl. “Hi there im Wanda,” she said, her voice full of motherly love, “what’s your name?”

“Riri” the young girl replied.

“That’s a lovely name, Riri” Wanda’s attention turned to the hybrid kids bullying young Riri. “And may I ask why you were hurting Riri?”

“They were playing with my tail,” the young girl cried. She kept one of her thumbs in her mouth, obviously she had been separated from her mother at too young an age. “They said no one would adopt me. That no one would like my cat eyes or tail or ears”

“I like them. They’re so cute.” The doe assured her. “They’re all you”

You got up and walked over to Wanda and Riri. “Wanda…” you looked at them, an idea forming in your mind, “would Riri like to join us for the parade?”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Wanda’s eyes wandered to the entire rest of the hybrid children, “in fact, why don’t we all walk in this parade together?”

The young hybrids all got excited. Wanda offered you a little wink. She bent down and opened her arms, inviting Riri into them the way a mother would. Natasha, watching the whole exchange, simply smiled.

Riri happily jumped into Wanda’s arms. The doe hybrid looked to you. Without even a moment’s hesitation, you joined Wanda at her side and the parade resumed.

Wanda and you led the hybrid children out into the street, waving to the crowd of humans. You could see hearts breaking, people smiling and clapping. You turned to Wanda, she was like royalty among the common folk. Her presence was strong, resilient. She held tight to Riri with one hand and with the other, she reached for your hand. You took it without a second thought.

Little Riri slowly but surely stopped sucking on her thumb and began to wave to the crowd. For one moment, she was a princess.

The parade ended as Wanda handed Riri back to the adult she saw with the crowd earlier.

“You can visit me anytime, Riri” Wanda assured the little girl.

“Bye Wanda,” Wanda walked over to you, tears forming in her eyes.

“She’s an orphan. They’re all orphans” Wanda cries softly as she collapsed into your arms.

“I know” you whispered before kissing her forehead. “You did so good today”

“I could’ve done more” she responded, looking up to you. You leaned your forehead against hers, gently rubbing her antlers. The mere action brought Wanda some solace.

“Wanna go home and watch a movie?” You asked as you led her away.

“Yes please”

Later that night you got a phone call from the hybrid orphanage. You took all the info in and hung up.

“What was that?” Wanda asked.

“You did more than you realized, my doe” you smiled. “The orphanage called and…Riri just got adopted.”

Wanda began to cry happy tears as she hugged you tightly.

“I didn’t think…” Wanda tried to comprehend what to say as you quietly soothed her soul.

“You wanna know the secret to changing the world?”

“What?”

“You do it thru acts of random kindness” you reassured her. “You changed that little girls world today”

Wanda smiled, “I-I just looked at her and I saw my boys. I know we’ll find them some day.”

“I have no doubts my doe” you placed a kiss to her forehead.

You woke up in the couch the next morning to see Wanda asleep, her face buried in the crook of your neck. She awoke a split second later, facing you with a little blush on her face.

“Sorry,” she whispered, “I guess I fell asleep during the movie”

“Don’t be,” you smiled back, “I like having you close”

Wanda giggled, her eyes trailed from your eyes to your lips and back. You felt yourself pulling to her like magnets. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knocking at your apartment door.

You opened the door to find Tony standing there frantically. “You gotta see this!”

He produced a newspaper with a photo someone took of you and your doe human hybrid gal, leaning foreheads against one another and the caption: BREAKING BARRIERS.

“Wanda is famous. We got donations and corporate sponsors pouring in!” Tony explained with a smile.

Natasha came up behind him with a piece of paper, “Stark’s right. Just look at these numbers.” She handed you the paper and your eyes went wide.

“What is it, (Y/N)?” Wanda asked.

“W-Wanda,” you exclaimed, “because of your simple act of kindness, you helped us raise in five minutes what we haven’t raised in five months!!”

Wanda was in complete shock. The sanctuary was saved. Support was pouring in. All because of her act of kindness.

“Wanda you are amazing, you know that?” Tony asked, an idea flashed in his brain. “That’s it! You and Wanda!”

“What?” You turned to your pal.

“You and Wanda are the faces of our organization! I’m a genius! We need you and Wanda to be our spokespeople!”

“I-I don’t know” Wanda said uncertain, “I’m not much of a camera person”

“Oh come on,” Tony found himself begging you and Wanda. “Just one photo together. Please! For the article!”

You took Wanda to her favorite spot on the Sanctuary grounds. Tony and a photographer followed.

“One photo,” Tony promised, “just act like you love each other.”

Well who said anything about acting?

You rolled your eyes and sat down on the hilltop overlooking the Sanctuary. Wanda sat down behind you and leaned her head on your shoulder, giggling at what she was doing. Her laugh was so infectious you couldn’t help but chuckle a little too.

The photographer snapped the photo. Tony quickly looked at it and smiled. “Perfect!”

That photo became the symbol for co-existence between humans and hybrids. You and Wanda saw it in newspapers, ads, and websites and with it, came an influx of support for the charity and for hybrid rights. That photo also rests comfortably on the mantle of your fireplace. You and Wanda still look at it on occasion.

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