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Where you are an artist

HOUSEWARDENS X READER

How would the housewards react if they realized that the person they love can't stop sketching and drawing about them…

leona, riddle, azul, kalim, vil, idia and malleus.

I lost the original request message, so I had to take a screenshot, sorry :(, I hope you like it!

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, when Riddle discovers your notebook full of his sketches, he doesn't know what to think. He's embarrassed to the core, but also… something warm ignites in his chest.

He's aware that he's the center of attention in Heartslabyul, but he never imagined that you, of all people, would focus on him so much.

When he looks through the drawings, he realizes you've captured moments no one else would: his calm expression when he reads, the way he elegantly holds his teacup, the sparkle in his eyes when he gives an order with conviction.

"Why do you draw me so much?"

He asks with a mixture of disbelief and shyness, unable to look at you directly.

If you tell him that you simply like to draw what you consider beautiful, Riddle falls completely silent.

His ears turn red, and he presses his lips together in a failed attempt to hide his emotion.

From that day on, he begins to notice you more.

He wonders if you're observing him at that moment, if you're storing his gestures in your memory to later capture them on paper.

And when, on a quiet afternoon, he works up the courage to ask you if you can take a formal portrait of him, you realize there's more to his gaze than simple curiosity.

There's a desire to be seen by you, always.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona quickly notices your habit of drawing him.

At first, he pretends not to care, but in reality, every time he notices he's your recurring model, his ego inflates a little more.

When he finally glances at your sketches, his expression is unreadable. It's not just that you draw him a lot, it's the way you draw him.

His features look relaxed, even serene in some illustrations. Is that how you see him?

"Tch. Why do you keep staring at me so much?"

He asks with a crooked smile, eyeing you with interest.

If you dare tell him you like the way he looks, or that you enjoy capturing his essence, Leona leans dangerously close to you.

"If you love drawing me so much, you should do it in person." "You could sit next to me while I sleep. It saves me the trouble of you spying on me."

It's his way of telling you that he doesn't mind you watching him, that somehow, he enjoys being the center of your attention.

Since then, every time he sees you drawing, he throws out comments like

"Make sure you capture my best angle." "If you do a portrait of me, I want it in my room"

He doesn't say it outright, but he loves the fact that you only have eyes for him.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is a businessman. He knows that his image is crucial, that people look at him with admiration or distrust.

But when he sees your drawings, he's speechless. It's not the calculated image he always projects; it's him, at his most natural.

In your sketches, you captured him smiling contentedly after a successful deal, losing himself in thought while reading, taking off his glasses with a tired sigh.

"This… is quite unexpected"

If you confess that you simply enjoy drawing him because you like the way he looks, Azul covers his mouth with his hand to hide the trembling of his lips.

"Ah… I see. How interesting."

But he can't stop thinking about it. You look at him in a way no one else has.

One day, without warning, he approaches you and places a cup of tea beside you.

"If you're going to draw me… do it now. I want to see how you do it."

It's not a demand. It's his way of asking you to keep looking at him, to keep your gaze on him.

Kalim Al-Asim

When Kalim discovers you've been filling pages with his drawings, he nearly collapses with excitement.

He doesn't understand why you would want to hide it; to him, this is wonderful.

"Wait, wait! Does that mean you look at me a lot? That's adorable!"

Unlike the other housewardens, he doesn't try to hide his happiness. On the contrary, he shows it with all his might.

"This makes me so happy! Can I keep one of your drawings? I'll frame it in my room!"

When you explain that you didn't mean for him to know, Kalim just laughs and waves his hand.

"Why not?! If you like me enough to draw me like that, then you should know that I really love you too!"

It's the most natural and sincere confession in the world.

From that day on, every time he sees you with your notebook, he approaches you with a big smile.

"Are you going to draw me today too? Let me pose for you!"

For Kalim, the fact that you portray him so lovingly means only one thing: your feelings for him are as great as his feelings for you.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil immediately realizes that you've been drawing him. He's an expert at noticing glances, at reading subtle gestures… and your gaze on him is something that hasn't gone unnoticed.

One day, when he happens to look through your notebook, he stops. He didn't expect to find entire pages filled with his sketches.

Each stroke is rendered with stunning delicacy, as if each line seeks to precisely capture his essence.

"My, my… So you've been watching me with such devotion"

He says with a satisfied smile, but his eyes sparkle.

When he confronts you about it, he looks you straight in the eye.

"Tell me, darling, why are you so obsessed with me?"

If you tell him you admire him because he's beautiful, Vil smiles, pleased.

But if you tell him you draw him because you want to capture his true essence, beyond the perfect image he shows the world, his expression changes.

"Hmph… So that's what you see in me"

He whispers, touching his lips with his fingers.

For the first time in a long time, someone has looked beyond the public image of Vil Schoenheit.

Since that day, every time you draw, Vil approaches you naturally.

"If you want to portray my beauty, at least let me pose for you properly,"

He says elegantly, but deep down, he wants you to continue seeing only him.

Until one day, he leans into your ear and whispers,

"If you've already fallen so deeply for me, why don't you admit it? Show me that your obsession with me goes beyond the limits of your notebook…"

Idia Shroud

Idia never thought anyone would find him worthy of being drawn, much less someone like you.

When he accidentally discovers your notebook full of his sketches, he panics completely.

"T-THIS IS A SYSTEM ERROR, THIS CAN'T BE REAL!"

He flips through it with trembling hands and realizes you've drawn things he never thought anyone would notice.

His hair illuminated by the screen in the dark.

The way his fingers move precisely on the keyboard.

His calm expression when he's focused on a game.

"What is this? Why did you do it? Is this some cruel joke from Fate's RNG?"

If you tell him you just enjoy drawing him because you like him, his hair turns completely pink in a second.

"S-Stop saying things like that, my emotional HP is at 1!"

From that day on, every time he sees you drawing, he gets nervous, but also happy :>

Until one day, between mumbles, he whispers to you

"Hum, if you like watching me so much… then… does that mean you like me…?"

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is used to people looking at him with fear or respect… but never with the warmth reflected in your drawings.

When he finds your notebook by chance and sees so many of his sketches, he falls silent for a moment.

The shadows of the night envelop him, but you have captured him with light.

His serene expression when he gazes at the stars.

The melancholy in his eyes when he walks alone through campus.

The gentleness with which he touches a gargoyle.

"That's how you see me…"

He murmurs, a strange feeling of warmth in his chest.

When he mentions it to you, it's not with mockery or embarrassment, but with genuine curiosity.

"Tell me, little artist… why do you watch me so much?"

If you tell him you simply enjoy drawing him because you find him fascinating, Malleus smiles gently.

"So… if you enjoy watching me, would you like to spend more nights with me?"

From that day on, Malleus becomes your personal model, letting you draw him while he tells you stories of ancient times in Briar Valley.

And when, one day, on a stormy night, he asks you in a low voice:

"Is this the destiny you have chosen? To look only at me, in all my facets?"

You will know that Malleus Draconia has already fallen head over heels for you.

#twisted wonderland x reader #housewardens x reader #twst x reader #malleus x reader #idia x reader #azul x reader #vil x reader #kalim x reader #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst headcanons #twisted x reader

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traveler-at-heart · 2 days ago

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Doctor's In - Part 19

Summary: Wanda plans a proposal.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

It’s hard to believe what you’re hearing.

“I’m sorry, just one more time. I want to make sure I’m getting this right” you plead, trying really hard not to scream.

“I cut my finger in a broken glass” the man explains, calmly. And then he adds the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard. “I cauterized it with a lighter”

Of course! Why would anyone go to the ER when they can just burn their skin off.

“Right. So… let’s try to not do that when medical care is nearby. I’ll apply a bandage and give you a cream”

You work in silence, until he speaks again.

“While I’m here, could I get circumcised?”

With a sigh, you stand up, asking Bucky to finish off for you. Tale as old as time, people thinking that the ER is open for anyone with a strange mole or pain that is not life threatening.

Your phone rings and your shoulders relax immediately.

“Hey, love”

“Hi. Boy, you sound tired” Wanda says, surprised that you’re so defeated after a few hours into your shift. You rarely complain.

“I’ve had the weirdest day, that’s all. People testing my patience, putting nail glue instead of eyedrops”

“Yikes”

“Guys asking if we perform circumcisions”

“Gross. But do you?” she jokes and you laugh.

“Dear God, no. As a lesbian, I’d rather not deal with that area unless it’s truly an emergency”

“Mmhm, and yet you’re so good when you’re wearing the strap” she teases, making you crash against the vending machine. Fortunately, the force knocks a bag of chips and you smile, picking it up.

“Number one, tease. You still owe me over that lap dance. And two, wanna go out tomorrow?”

Wanda’s entire demeanor changes after that, and it’s really hard not to get worried. She’s been like this ever since you mentioned Sokovia.

“I have a lot of work to finish, you know the book release is soon, plus Wendy…”

“Yeah, no. I get it. That’s fine. Maybe I can take the kids out to give you some peace and quiet”

“You know what, my mom loves bowling. Why don’t you all go?”

“Sure” you say, agreeing to anything Wanda suggests. “Alright, I’m getting paged. Hope it’s an actual emergency this time”

“I hope so too” Wanda says, smiling,

“Love you” you say, a bit worried she won’t say it back, but she does and there’s nothing different about the way she replies, adding a soft “my love” before hanging up.

So, maybe it’s all in your head.

Right?

—

Wanda hates lying to you.

The thing is, she still has to figure out a way to propose. It’s technically not hard to get everything ready without you noticing, considering your shifts can take more than a day. If she only knew exactly what to do.

She’s looking around her studio, thinking about the things you like. Her eyes eventually settle on a copy of her latest book. Thankfully, Laura never had the dedication changed, so she could still give it to you.

Or, she could give you a special copy with something entirely different.

As her mind begins to come up with a plan, Wanda smiles to herself.

Finally, she knows where to start.

—

It feels weird to have the entire Maximoff gang, minus your beautiful, stunning, out of this world girlfriend.

Darcy would call you a simp if she could hear all your thoughts.

But you miss Wanda and even if you knew she wasn’t joining you tonight, you’re still following her like a lost puppy.

“You’re absolutely sure?” you say, your hands around her waist.

“Yes, detka. I’m sorry. But we’re going to the wedding tomorrow and that’s going to be fun, right? You’ll have me all to yourself”

“Ok” you sigh dramatically, sinking your face in the crook of her neck. “I just miss you”

“Me too. If I’m not too tired we could watch an episode of The Golden Girls when you’re all back” she promises and you squeeze her waist, kissing behind her ear.

“Maybe I can persuade you with my very charming personality…” you place another kiss in her neck, sucking lightly on the skin. “Or with my very skilled fingers”

Wanda moans your name, melting in your arms and you are about to call victory when her mother opens up the door, shouting that it’s time to leave.

“I may have left out a very important piece of information” Wanda stops you before you go out to the foyer to meet her mother. “She gets very competitive…”

“So that’s where you got it from”

“Hey!”

But Wanda can’t continue the argument as Ekaterina walks in, handing you what looks like bowling uniforms. You’re surprised to see it has your name embroidered, and the Maximoff name on the back.

“How did you get this made so soon?”

“I know a guy” she replies cryptically, and you gulp.

Will she scream at you when she sees you know nothing about bowling?

“Come on, we’re going to be late, girls!”

“Oh, I’m staying. I have work to do” Wanda explains, lowering her voice when her mother gives her a stern look.

“Then the teams will be incomplete!”

“I don’t have to play” you jump, hoping that this can be your out.

“You have hands?”

“Y-yes”

“Then you play. Let’s go. Pietro’s meeting us there”

Billy and Tommy are excited as they follow their grandmother out, and you stall in the kitchen.

“You sure you don’t need someone to clean your brushes? Sharpen your pencils?”

“Detka, go” she says, laughing.

“I’m scared” you whine pathetically. She kisses you, her lips moving against yours. It’s so good it makes you forget the reason for your little meltdown.

“I’ll see you later”

—

Pietro is already waiting for you, knowing that his mother loves to jump right into the game. He’s set two bowling allies, and you split into teams.

You’re pleasantly surprised to see Bucky approaching you.

“Pietro promised me a beer if I joined so you could complete the teams”

Everyone takes a couple of shots to practice and you try to follow their movements. Bucky notices how lost you are, offering his guidance here and there. Your shots are not particularly powerful and the ball leans towards the gutter more often than not.

The point system is beyond your comprehension so you can only nod and cheer when Bucky completes a strike.

Beyond that, the doctor in you is looking at everything in the space (heavy objects, lots of movement, oily floors) and considering the possible injuries.

This is why, when Billy walks past the lane line, you go after him, afraid that he’ll fall. But you’re the only one on your ass as he lets go of the ball a second later, smiling.

“Y/N! That’s not how you play!” Ekaterina admonishes, and you sigh, crawling back to them.

“I’m going to get us more food”

Bucky is right behind you, chuckling as the woman keeps her winning streak.

“Is she a pro?”

“Seems to me” you say, ordering more fries and another soda for you. “Hey, can I ask you about Darcy? Do you have something against her or…”

“I like her”

“See, I told her she was just imagining things and… wait. Like her how?” you realise he’s looking away, a soft blush tinging his cheeks. Your hand flies to his arm and you jump around excited. “You have a crush on Darcy”

“I don’t”

“Nu-uh. You do. Why didn’t you tell me? Or better yet, her”

“I don’t know what to say when she’s around. I mean, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t speak a lot and she does”

“Right” you nod your head. Truthfully, Bucky is different than the guys Darcy dates (in the best possible way) and it’s been a while. “Well, do you want a wingwoman?”

“Not really” he says, almost looking mortified. “It’s better if she thinks we’re enemies, honestly”

“Sure” you nod, pretending you’ll let the subject go. Bucky’s too naive, though, if he believes you won’t do anything about it.

For a bit, you watch the kids play in silence, while Pietro chats with a woman, obviously flirting while he pretends to correct her posture. Ekaterina, unaware that he’s flirting, comes over and scolds him on his bad technique.

Bucky and you laugh as he comes back to her side, and she forces him to do a couple of exercises.

When you get your orders of fries, you walk back to the group, smirking at him.

“Mama’s boy got cockblocked” you whisper.

“Hey, сука!”

“Pietro!” Ekaterina turns to glare at him, and you poke your tongue out as he gets an earful for the second time in the night.

This is a lot more fun than bowling.

—

Best part of coming back is that the kids are pretty tired, so they head straight to their room. When you go check on them, they’re both fast asleep, and Sparky pushes the door open a bit wider so he can jump on Billy’s bed.

“Better that than you sleeping with my girl” you say, closing the door.

You think it’s strange that Wanda hasn’t shown up to greet you, so you walk up to her study, knocking once. After the second time, you worry and open the door just a tiny bit.

“Wands? You ok in there?”

“Oh, hey! You scared me!” you notice she’s wearing your headphones, and you smile, opening the door wider.

“We just got back, the kids are asleep already”

You try to step inside but Wanda’s quick on her feet, standing right in front of you.

“Good to hear that. Was Mom good? Didn’t yell at you too much?”

“Nah, she was fine. Pietro got the short end of the stick. What you working on?” you smile, trying to get a look at her sketches.

“Nothing. Are you tired?”

“Not really. I could sit around while you keep working if you haven’t finished yet…” you say, approaching the table. One more step, and the surprise will be ruined. So, Wanda does the only thing that comes to mind.

“Why don’t you fuck me, then?”

That makes you turn.

“Say that again”

“If you’re not too tired, why don’t you fuck me?” Wanda smiles, amused at how easy it was to get your attention.

“Well, I definitely can do that” you walk back to her, carrying her bridal style. “Since you asked so nicely”

—

The big day is finally here.

One of the brides is not.

Or so Darcy says when you walk into the venue, hours before the ceremony. You’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt, looking as people finish decorating and setting up everything.

Your friend shows up, wearing one of those radio earpieces.

“Nice one, Britney”

“Bitch” she snaps, but then closes her eyes, breathing in and out. “I need you to go get Carol”

“Sure, is she in the dressing room?”

“No. She is at the hospital. Working”

“What? The wedding’s in four hours, she should be getting her hair and makeup done” you look at your phone, thinkig maybe there was an emergency and you had to be at work too.

“Just bring her, please. Abduct her if necessary” Darcy changes into the earpiece, shouting. “No, I requested mauve. Mauve!”

You wished Darcy had told you to get Carol before you even got here. Now you’ll have to drive all the way back to the city, as the wedding is happening at a small inn close to the mountains.

Racing against time, you walk in to ask around for her.

“She’s in OR 3” one of the nurses tells you, with a loaded look. “Doing a carpal thunnel decompression”

“Thanks”

You scrub in as fast as you can, pushing the door to the OR. Everyone stares at you, clearly on edge over Carol’s presence. She’s acting like it’s just another day, and like she’s not two hours behind on Darcy’s very detailed, strict schedule.

“Hey, bride to be” you greet, hoping she stops what she’s doing. With a sigh, you stand up next to her, smiling. “Are you excited?”

“Nope, it’s just another day”

“Well, I call bullshit”

One of the nurses laughs and the rest of the surgical team visibly relaxes.

“You’re getting married today. We still need to do your hair and makeup and a shower wouldn’t hurt either”

“Hey!”

“As maid of honor it is my duty to tell it like it is. Now, let someone else close up, and let’s go”

“I was supposed to do an arthroscopy after this”

“Darcy’s waiting in the car” you lie, knowing fear will be the only driving force to make Carol change her mind.

Sure enough, her eyes widen and she gives instructions to the rest of the team. When she’s washing her hands and scrubbing out, you join her, smiling.

“You ok?”

“I… it’s all so real. For months, we were planning and picking cake and decorations but it’s happening today and it feels like… a part of me is excited, another part of me is scared. Like really, truly terrified. And I don’t know what to make of it”

“It means you have something to lose” you say softly. “But a lot more to gain. It’s gonna be fine. You’ll forget all about it when you see Maria, I promise”

Finally, you get her to leave the hospital. A couple of people wave as you walk back to the parking lot, some of them saying they’ll see you at the party. Carol rolls her eyes when she realises you lied about Darcy, but you just shrug your shoulders.

“I guess I deserve it for being difficult”

“Yeah, you do” you laugh, driving back.

Of course, Darcy ushers you to the room to get hair and makeup, glaring at Carol and asking you to not leave her alone.

“I feel guilty for making Darcy help with everything” Carol says, and you let out a laugh. “What?”

“Did you actually ask her to do anything? She loves bossing everyone around. Should be taking Fury’s job at this point”

“Why are you still here? Makeup, go, go!” Darcy appears behind you a second later, making you yelp.

“Tyrant”

“Lazy ass”

Of course you do as she says, mainly out of fear.

Wanda arrives a little early, checking in as you had decided to stay at the inn instead of driving back home when the party was over.

“Finally, someone who understands the importance of punctuality!” Darcy says as she runs into your girlfriend. “I barely finished and I have to get my makeup and hair done”

“Would you like some help?”

“It’s fine, I’m low maintenance” Darcy declines, but Wanda’s not having it.

“I actually have something I want to ask you… so we could talk while I help”

“Mmm, I do love an efficient approach. Come on then” Darcy says, ushering Wanda into her own room.

She’s wearing a low cut burgundy dress that displays her very generous assets.

“Eyes are up here, Maximoff” Darcy jokes when Wanda’s stare travels a bit lower.

“Right. Let’s begin”

Wanda tells Darcy everything. How she found the ring, but decided to keep it to herself instead of putting pressure on you.

Your casual mentions of a wedding, the trip to Sokovia.

“Finally, she told you. She was terrified you’d be mad” Darcy comments.

“Well, that’s when I realised. Maybe it’s my turn to take the lead. Ask her to marry me” Wanda says, and she can see Darcy’s a bit shocked.

“Interesting. So why do you want to talk to me?”

Wanda smiles, telling her the proposal idea she came up with it. It’s simple, it’s unique, but she has a feeling that it’s something you’ll love.

“Honestly, Wanda? You could get down on one knee while she’s in the toilet and she’d be giddy about it” Darcy says, making Wanda laugh. “But I do think it’s cute and she’ll never ever shut up about it. Was that all?” she says after Wanda stays silent.

The woman sits in front of your friend, checking her makeup one last time, and with a sigh, asks the final question.

“I need your blessing”

“What am I? The Pope?”

“Darcy!”

“The lesbian godmother. First Carol and Maria with their wedding planning and now you…” she rambles, clearly amused.

“Darcy!” Wanda interrupts her, trying to keep it serious. “We both know her mother is the worst person. She’s starting to connect with her siblings. You’re her real family. The one person who’s stood by her through everything. So, it would mean the world to me, to at least know you’ll think of me as worthy of Y/N”

Darcy leans back, eyeing Wanda up and down. It’s hard not to feel intimidated, but the woman holds her ground, staring back.

“Fine, the Lord be with you or whatever it is you want me to say”

“Thank you” Wanda hugs her, excited.

“If you hurt her…”

“I know” Wanda says.

“As long as we agree. Now, let’s get out and see who’s already here so they can get seated”

Wanda helps out as much as she can with incoming guests, showing them where they can grab some refreshments while the ceremony begins.

She’s so focused that she misses an arm around her waist, until she hears your voice, happy as always when you greet her.

“Hey, love”

“Detka, hi…” she turns, but whatever she was about to say next is forgotten when she takes in your beautiful appearance.

Unlike most of the time, your hair is flowing down your shoulders and back in waves, framing your face perfectly. You’re not wearing a lot of makeup, but it’s enough to make your beautiful eyes stand out in contrast to the pink dress you’re wearing.

Don’t even get Wanda started on the dress. There’s a slit on the side that shows your leg everytime you take a step.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear a dress”

“Not my style, but I’ll take one for the bride” you joke, adjusting the straps. “Heels too, I’m in agony”

“You look stunning” Wanda says, unable to look away.

The way you blush makes her bite her lip.

“Thank you, baby. Though I can’t wait to take it off”

You mean you’re eager to go back to wearing comfortable clothes, but Wanda’s eyes darken.

“Yeah, I can’t wait either” she says with a playful look, which makes you blush again.

“Hey, quit flirting and get on your spot. Music is about to start” Darcy says, nudging you at the begining of the aisle.

“Damn, Lewis, you’re taking the girls for a walk” you point at her rack, and she flips you off.

“Sorry, I'm late!” someone says behind you and you turn at the familiar voice.

“Belova!”

“Hey, you!” she pulls you for a hug that is much too strong for someone so little. “Missed ya”

“Missed you too. Go, find your seat before Darcy goes insane” you point at Kate, who’s looking around, impatient.

You’re supposed to walk down the aisle with Carol’s older brother, and he joins you a second later, bossed around by Darcy.

“She’s a firecracker” he comments. You nod, standing still and waiting for the music to begin. He leans forward, smiling. “I hear weddings are a great place to meet people”

“Really? I wouldn’t know. I met my girlfriend when I crossed the street to check on her son” you joke, sparing him from taking the flirting any further.

“Right”

“Maybe a lesbian wedding isn’t going to be for you, mate. Well, the firecracker over there is definitely straight, but I’m trying to set her up with someone else”

“Shall we?” we offers his arm, and you accept it with a nod.

Both brides look stunning, and though it’s a very short ceremony, everyone’s crying or at the very least, moved by their vows.

Wanda can’t keep her eyes from you, though. She can’t help but imagine you in a white dress, probably sneaking a very corny joke as you promise to love her for the rest of your lives.

It isn’t long before the drinks start to pour, the food served and the brides take their place at a special table, chatting and laughing.

By the time they have their first dance as a married couple, you’re at the edge of the dance floor, clapping when some fireworks and confetti are set off. The light glow reflects in your eyes and once again, Wanda is enthralled by the view.

Which is why, when more people begin to dance, she approaches you, offering her hand.

“A dance, m’lady?”

“Why, I couldn’t possibly say no” you smile, allowing her to lead.

“Have I mentioned you look beautiful, detka?”

“Yes, but I don’t mind hearing it again” you blush, your hands going around her waist. “Now, I don’t mean to ruin the moment, but have you given any thought to that trip to Sokovia?”

“Well, I… I’m not sure yet” Wanda lies, but almost gives in when she catches the disappointment in your face. But if she tells you the answer, it will ruin the surprise. Instead, she does something that will surely distract you.

Bumping her nose against yours, Wanda leans forward to kiss you. You smile against her lips, pulling her closer. The both of you are so caught up in your own little world that you don’t notice the bouquet that is flying in the air and crashes against your heads.

“Aww” Wanda laughs.

“What the fuck?” you turn around, noticing everyone’s clapping as Wanda takes it in her hands, admiring the flowers.

“Looks like we have two future brides” Carol says, smiling as she waves at you. “Now move so Maria can toss her flowers”

“Wait! I need to get Darcy! Be right back”

To your surprise, she’s still wearing her earpiece, arguing with catering about things no one really cares about.

“Hey. You’re not enjoying the party” you say, trying to take the earpiece away from her.

“I’m working”

“You’re a surgeon, not a party planner. And I don’t see anyone needing a limb removed, or anything of the sort. Come on” you take her hand, leading her to a table. You tap on Bucky’s shoulder, and he pales when he sees Darcy right behind you.

“Please tell me you didn’t”

“Darcy, why don’t you and Bucky dance?” you cut him off, smiling innocently.

“Pass” Darcy says, but you shove her right into his arms, stealing her earpiece. “Hey!”

But you walk away before she can chase you, going back to Wanda. She waves the bouquet and you accept it. Your girlfriend has taken it as a sign to set a date for her plan.

“Hey, there’s a private party for the book release next Friday. Are you free to go?”

“Absolutely, anything for you, my love” you pull her close, kissing the tip of her nose.

You keep talking and drinking, catching up with Yelena and you also notice that Darcy is still dancing with Bucky. They’re actually talking, and you hope that Darcy can at least let go of the idea that they are enemies.

Most people leave to drive back to the city, but you hang around until Carol and Maria are ready to leave for their very short honeymoon in Cabo.

“Wear lots of sunscreen and drink margaritas” you say goodbye to them. “And don’t think about work. We’ll be just fine”

“Oh, trust me, our phones will be off” Maria says, smiling as you hug her. “Thanks for everything. Have you seen Darcy? We want to say goodbye to her”

“She’s… huh” you turn around, looking as she’s chatting with Bucky in the bar. “Busy, I guess?”

“Someone just lost five dollars” Carol makes fun of Maria.

“I won’t pay until we settle that other one”

“What other one?” you ask, curious.

“If your wedding will be the next one we attend” Carol laughs.

“Well… yeah, no comment. Come on, leave before you miss your flight”

Luckily, you have a room at the inn because you absolutely don’t feel like driving back to the city.

“Did you hear from your mom? Are the kids doing ok?” you ask Wanda, sittig on the bed and removing your shoes with a sigh. “I am never wearing heels again”

“Yes, detka. Relax, everything’s fine” she says, coming back to the room wearing a bathroom robe that looks beyond comfy.

“Help me with the zipper, please?” you say, pushing your hair out of the way. She pulls the zipper down, releasing you from the fabric until the dress is pooling at your feet.

“Not so fast” she says, hands around your waist.

You laugh when she kisses the spot between your neck and shoulder, tickling the skin.

“Had fun?” you sigh, melting in her arms.

“Yes. I drew us a bath, come on”

When you’re finally in the bathtub, Wanda goes in, relaxing against your front.

“I like weddings” she says suddenly, and you chuckle.

“Yeah? Were you dreaming about your wedding when you were little?”

“Oh, I used to do this ceremony with my teddy bear. He was real handsome. We got married a couple of times” Wanda says, smiling at the memory.

“Guess I’ll have to fight Mr. Bear to set the record straight” you mumble, struggling to keep your eyes open. Between Wanda’s warmth, the water and the candles she lit, you could pass out any minute now.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Did you ever think about your wedding? As a kid, I mean”

“Not really. My parents weren’t married, so I guess I only thought that people had kids. Learning what being married meant came later. But I like it. As a concept, I mean. Having someone to be your partner, through everything… it doesn’t sound bad”

“Right” Wanda agrees, smiling as she imagines what the future holds for you two.

“Surgeons are terrible spouses, though” you warn her, which makes her laugh.

“I don’t believe that. Not from you, at least”

“Mmm, time will tell” you yawn, making Wanda turn. “Sorry. Just tired”

“Come on. Let’s get to bed”

Just as Wanda thought, you’re asleep the minute you settle in bed. As she watches you dream peacefully, her heart beats faster at the prospect of the future.

She can’t wait to propose.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you

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cherrygirlfriend · 8 hours ago

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─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or how reader made a friend in the most unconventional way.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another,, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ i hope you guys like this! i'm considering making this into a series; if i do, i think i'd do it the same way this fic is, aka some narration but mostly 'chatting' between rafe and reader. anyway, let me know if you want it to continue!! i've been feeling down for a few weeks now, so something simple and fun like this was a good way to get back into the flow of writing.

i thought about making this a smau, but doing the chats like this feels more authentic to the 2000s chatroom experience y’know

you were sitting on your bed, your laptop open on a website called KildareUChats, a website that was apparently meant for the students of your university to be able to anonymously chat with other students, your friend having told you to give it a try, knowing that it’d be difficult for you to do in person.

you didn't really see the point of it; although your social circle was in no way huge, you were happy enough with it, really. never having been great with new people, you'd made three friends on your freshman year of college and simply stuck to them. it didn't help that whenever you tried to talk to someone new, it felt like someone was choking you.

but this was online. the person on the other side would never know who you are, and you'd never have to actually be face-to-face with them. your cursor moved to hover over the 'REGISTER' button, and you filled the page out with your basic information, name, school email, birth date... but when the website asked for a username, you couldn't help but purse your lips as you looked around your dorm room, from the fairy lights you'd hung up on walls that now glowed in a yellowish hue, to the several books stacked on the floor, to the dead roses on your desk...

but when your eyes landed on your nightstand, you spotted a book of poems by edgar allan poe, and your lips quirked up into a small smile. after you typed the name 'AnnabelLee' into the username field, a green check mark appeared next to it to signify it was available.

after setting a password, you were redirected to a page that said 'WELCOME TO KILDAREUCHATS AnnabelLee! CLICK HERE IF YOU WISH TO CONNECT WITH A RANDOM STRANGER!'. you clicked the button, your cursor turning into a circle for a moment as it loaded, before you were redirected to a chatroom with a pop-up.

KILDAREUCHATS IS CONNECTING YOU TO A STRANGER...

KILDAREUCHATS HAS CONNECTED YOU! REMEMBER TO TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED <3 SAY HI!

you stared at your computer screen, biting into your lower lip. you had no idea what you were supposed to say; outside of the people you already knew, you were helpless when talking to people, the words always getting stuck in your throat, or vanishing from your mind. angel's white fur blended in with your white sheets as your hand moved to absentmindedly stroke her, the little cat purring in her sleep. but before your hand could dart out to type something on your laptop, a message appeared on the screen.

STRANGER: heyy

taking in a deep breath, you shook your head, as if shaking all doubts and worries out of it. the site was anonymous; that was the whole point. and your therapist told you, that for your social anxiety to get better, you should try go socialize. mingle. you took the bottle of cheap white wine you'd snuck into your dorm, taking a large swig straight out of the bottle before setting it back down, your hands flying to your keyboard.

YOU: hi :)

STRANGER: wsp?

YOU: ...wasp?

STRANGER: lmao no... what's up?

YOU: sorry, i'm not good with that kind of lingo haha. YOU: nothing much. i'm hanging out with my cat.

STRANGER: damn, do you have an off-campus apartment or something?

YOU: nope :) YOU: don't tell my ra.

STRANGER: shit you have a CAT in your dorm?

YOU: if you tell on me, i'm gonna have to hunt you down and kill you.

STRANGER: lucky for you this is anonymous STRANGER: and i'm not a snitch lmao STRANGER: so, what are you doing on this thing at 12am on a friday night? no hot parties?

YOU: honestly, i think i'd rather put a noose around my neck than go to a party. YOU: i'm just in my room drinking wine. decided to try this site after my friend suggested it. YOU: what about you?

STRANGER: damn, kinky STRANGER: i do have a 'hot party' to go to but i also have an essay due in nine hours and the prof already hates my ass

YOU: so you decided to not write your essay and instead procrastinate by chatting with some random stranger?

STRANGER: exactly! you get it STRANGER: if i even have my laptop in front of me, i'm counting that as me writing my essay

YOU: what's it about?

STRANGER: what kind of a role religion has when it comes to politics and shit

YOU: and let me guess, that's not a topic you enjoy studying in your free time?

STRANGER: you know me so well already

YOU: if it helps, i'm also studying. or, procrastinating studying. YOU: i have a chemistry exam on monday :(

STRANGER: ...and you're studying for it on a friday already? STRANGER: i just read for exams a few minutes before they start STRANGER: compared to me you're like a genius

YOU: eyeroll. YOU: and that's why you have trouble writing an essay! YOU: you're probably missing out on a keg stand at your 'hot party'.

STRANGER: i can't believe you're making fun of the art of the stand

YOU: you'll live.

STRANGER: how do you know? maybe i'm the god of the kegstand and every time a human loses faith in me, i grow weaker

YOU: are you? YOU: oh sacred frat god? YOU: shall i make an offering for you at your altar? would that appease your distaste towards me?

STRANGER: you shall

YOU: okay, how about these for an offering: YOU: a white claw, a buzz ball, a red solo cup with a strange mixture of different kinds of alcohols, and a vape pen?

STRANGER: those appease me much, mere mortal STRANGER: also mango-flavored juul pods

YOU: you're so weird.

STRANGER: says the person who's hanging with her cat on a friday night

YOU: how do you figure i'm a her?

STRANGER: oh please STRANGER: no man would disrespect the fine art of the keg stand

YOU: got me there, frat boy.

STRANGER: that's very presumptuous STRANGER: i could just be a tomboy

YOU: please. YOU: if you're a girl then i'm sasquatch.

STRANGER: don't worry, i don't mind a little body hair

YOU: i hate you.

glancing at the clock on your wall, you'd realized that thirty minutes had already gone by. you let out a small sigh, rubbing your eyes.

YOU: i should get going. i can't keep procrastinating.

STRANGER: already?

YOU: what, are you gonna miss me or something?

STRANGER: hey, if i get a pic of bigfoot i'm gonna be making millions, i just have capitalistic tendencies

YOU: fair point.

STRANGER: you should add me as a friend

YOU: you can do that??? i thought this was an anonymous chat.

STRANGER: yeah you can lmao why else would you need to set a username STRANGER: i'll just do it

and soon enough, a pop-up appeared on your screen, with the text 'STRANGER HAS REQUESTED TO ADD YOU AS FRIEND.' along with the buttons 'ACCEPT' and 'DENY'.

you pursed your lips, your finger lingering over the touchpad, first dragging it over the button reading 'DENY', before you let out a sigh, taking a large swig from the bottle of wine, moving the cursor to 'ACCEPT' and pressing it before you could regret it.

the pop-up was now replaced with another one, reading 'CONGRATS AnnabelLee YOU ARE NOW FRIENDS WITH MalachiConstant' and when you read the stranger's name, you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. you clicked the red 'x' that closed the pop-up, and the word STRANGER in your chat logs was now replaced by MalachiConstant.

YOU: really? vonnegut?

MalachiConstant: what? i don't seem like the type to read?

YOU: just surprising!

MalachiConstant: says the girl with the hard-on for poe MalachiConstant: which isn't surprising at all

YOU: har har. YOU: goodnight, weird vonnegut frat boy.

MalachiConstant: goodnight, weird poe girl

YOU HAVE LOGGED OUT OF KILDAREUCHATS.

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hqwkeyes · 2 days ago

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Falling for the Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader Word Count: 3.6k+ Warnings: swearing, uhh fluff, slight angst?, matt is a flirt, i edited this while fighting 6g melatonin Summary: Matt Murdock is a known flirt, and a successful one, at that. You've seen him work his magic on women dozens of times. But one night, he attempts to use that Murdock charm on you. He might've fallen first, but you just might fall harder... maybe.

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Matt Murdock is many things: a great lawyer, a great friend, but most of all, he's a flirt. A merciless flirt, at that. A charmer and a tease. He has a way of making people, specifically women, feel special. It comes naturally to him, much to Foggy's dismay in his pre-Marci days.

You've been working at Nelson, Murdock, and Page for a while now, and you just sort of clicked with the group early on. There have been several occasions when you were all out at Josie's and Matt would work his magic on a woman. You would all watch as he'd flirt with them, charm them, and often times leave with them. It was a running joke in the group, at this point, that Matt was sort of a...philanderer, if you will. He didn't lead these women on, though. Matt was still pretty much a gentleman.

Although he keeps to himself more than the others, you've always been pretty close friends with Matt. He looks out for you the same way he does for Karen and Foggy, and you trust him—like really trust him. Was there a vibe you got from him sometimes? Sure, but you were also well aware that Matt could probably charm a brick wall if he wanted to, and you generally try not to fall for antics like that.

It's been a long week, and this case you were all working had dragged on for weeks in court. You all had done your best work for your client, but you weren't sure how the verdict would pan out. In the end, you guys won the case, and now it was time to celebrate.

Josie's is fairly busy. Foggy brought Marci tonight, and you all get yourselves a drink before claiming the pool table, which is thankfully free. The five of you toast to the big win in court before cutting loose a bit and playing a few games.

You're sitting at a table nearby with Karen, chatting a bit while Foggy plays against Marci—which is incredibly entertaining. Matt is by Foggy's side for emotional support, which he definitely needs. When both your drinks are empty, Karen gets up to get the two of you another round. After a few minutes, you peek over at the bar, wondering what's taking your friend so long. You're only a little surprised to find her talking it up with a guy. She's the friendly sort, but this seems like a bit more than just friendly. He's handsome and very much her type. Another minute later, Karen pops back over with your drink, and asks if you would mind if she stepped away to talk to Evan. You give her a suggestive grin and shoo her away before calling out to your friends that you're playing the winner in the next game.

In a shocking twist, Foggy beat Marci in the last game. Unfortunately for you, that just meant that she was on his side, cheering him on and distracting him from the game. Matt is sitting at the table you and Karen had been occupying, and you call him over.

"Come on, Matt, I need someone to root for me too," you tell him, and he laughs as he joins you by the pool table.

The two of you chat as you play, but after the next few shots, you lose Foggy to Marci's attention. He's practically drooling over her, and you would think it's adorable if it wasn't his turn.

"Earth to Foggy," you call out, but it's no use. You'll have to wait for him to turn his attention back to the game.

"Can you believe this?" You ask Matt, shaking your head in disbelief, and he laughs at your mild distress.

You lean against the table, grabbing your drink you'd left on the edge of it.

"You know, you really pulled through for us on this case," Matt says suddenly as he leans against the table beside you.

"Thanks, Matt. It was nothing though."

"No, really, I don't think we could've pulled it off if not for those documents you found."

"I'm just happy to help," you tell him.

"And we're very happy to have you," he says with a smile.

Matt holds out his glass, and you clink yours against it before taking a sip. You glance over to where Karen is to check on her, and she seems to be having a great time. Her eyes meet yours and she gives you a big smile.

"This is nice," Matt says, drawing your attention back to him.

"Hm?"

"We haven't spent much time together like this lately."

"Well, we've been so busy with the case, it's been hard to find time outside of work. And we all know you're always busy," you say, nudging him with your elbow.

"That's true," he says with a chuckle. "So what have you been up to outside of work?"

"Oh." You weren't expecting that.

"Um, well I've been watching this show lately." You explain the plot of the show before telling him about this new hobby you have. He listens attentively with a small smile. He shows genuine interest in what you're saying, asking questions here and there. After a few minutes, you realize that you've been babbling on.

"Jeez, I'm sorry. I've been rambling."

"Don't apologize," he says, leaning a bit closer. "I like listening to your voice." You recognize his tone. It's that seemingly innocent one he has when he's trying to charm someone. Something bubbles in your chest, and for a moment, you understand why so many women fall for his flirtations.

"I bet you tell all the girls that," you say with a laugh before taking another sip your drink.

"Hey, I mean it," he says, feigning hurt before finishing off his drink.

"Sure you do," you say, voice laced with amusement.

"I do, really. I could listen to you talk all day."

"You do listen to me talk all day," you joke, earning a chuckle from him, though his pride is a bit wounded.

Trying to keep his composure, he casually snatches your drink from your hand and takes a sip.

"Do you want me to get you another drink?" You ask with a laugh.

"I thought maybe we could share." His reply is quick, smooth, and it comes with that signature smirk again.

You roll your eyes. You know Matt and how he is. This case was tough and he's probably looking to blow off some steam, which is fine, but you're not sure why he's looking to you. Being friends with your bosses/coworkers can be difficult enough. Sleeping with Matt would likely complicate both of those relationships. You wouldn't want to risk it all over a one night stand, although, once again, you can see how he manages to captivate all these women.

You play it casual. "Sure, we can share if you want."

At that, you can see the twinge of frustration in Matt's expression. His brows draw up in what looks something like confusion.

"I heard Karen say she was talking to a guy at the bar?" He asks after a moment.

"Oh yeah, she said his name is Evan."

"Nice, nice."

A moment passes. You take your drink back for another sip as your eyes dance over the small crowd to check on Karen again, who still looks like she's having a great time.

"So, are you seeing anyone new?" And you almost spit that sip straight onto the floor. Josie would probably make you clean it yourself, or it would stay there until the sticky puddle dried.

You clear your throat from nearly choking. "No, I'm not." Matt's grin returns. He fumbles with his fingers.

"Oh, no?"

"Nope. You?"

"No, not lately." he says, taking your drink back again and draining half of what's left. He lets out a sigh after. "There's someone I've been interested in for a while, and I just can't quite get over my feelings," he says.

You freeze, your heart kicking up a fuss. Matt smiles at the floor. You try to maintain your composure.

"Oh, really?" you say, trying not to sound too interested. "Who's the lucky lady? Do we all know her?"

"Yeah, you do actually." He finishes off your drink. "Can I get you another?" He asks, holding up your glass.

"Umm." You glance at your watch. It's a Friday, but you don't want to go home so late that you have to call a car.

"Just one more? To celebrate our win." He plays it cool, but there's a slight edge to his voice, almost pleading.

"By one more, do you mean one of my own or one to share?" He laughs at that.

"What's wrong with sharing," he jests with a grin, then heads to the bar before you can reply.

He returns a couple minutes later with a drink for each of you, but his smile deflates when he finds that Foggy's attention has returned to the game you were playing.

"Thanks, Matt," you say passively as you take your drink and set it on the edge of the table before lining up your next shot.

You end up pocketing two balls in one go, letting out an excited shout.

"What's happening?" Matt asks.

"She just pocketed two balls," Foggy says, exasperated.

"My last two. And now I can go for the winning shot," you tell him. He smiles.

"Nice," Matt says, trying not to seem dejected.

"The odds of you making that shot are slim to none," Foggy says. He's right. Based on the placement of his remaining balls, it's unlikely that you'll make the winning shot in this turn, but you get competitive when people doubt you.

"Wanna bet?" you say.

"On you not making the shot? Hell yeah."

"How much if I do?"

"Twenty bucks."

"You don't sound too confident," you say, goading him.

"Fine, fifty." Marci lightly smacks his arm. Honestly, you shouldn't have pushed it with how slim your chances are, but you're feeling a little lucky tonight.

"Deal."

You call your pocket before taking a moment to line up your shot. You inhale deeply, hold it a second, exhale. Shoot. The 8 ball knocks against one of Foggy's, then against the edge of the table before slowly rolling toward the pocket you called. And it's in.

"Holy shit!" Foggy yells. You're cheering for yourself and Marci joins in the excitement.

Foggy comes around to your side of the table to give you your fifty dollars. "You definitely earned it," he says with a laugh. "Wanna go again?"

"I'm good," you tell him. "That was more than enough excitement for me."

You walk over to Matt, who is standing near the table you had shared with Karen earlier.

"I take it you won?"

"I did," you say, your voice oozing with pride.

He chuckles. "Of course you did."

He holds out his glass to toast to your win, and you clink yours against his, a bit spilling on the floor.

"So, what are you gonna do with the money you won?" he asks, setting his drink down on the table.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll treat myself to dinner tomorrow night."

You go to step closer to the table to set your drink down, but slip on the puddle you'd left, falling forward. Matt catches you against his chest, his arms falling around your waist to steady you.

"Shit, I'm sorry," you say, removing your hands from his chest once you regain your footing, but Matt's arms don't move.

"You're finally falling for me, huh," he says with that smirk. Your heart skips a beat. Or maybe several. Actually, it feels like it might burst right out of your chest. Your eyes are wide, your cheeks growing hotter by the second.

"I– um, I–" you stammer, unsure of what to say.

"How about instead of treating yourself to dinner tomorrow night, you let me treat you."

"But what about–" you pause as the realization hits you. You were the woman he had been talking about. "Oh." You feel the tips of your ears reddening.

Matt lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction.

Now that you think about it, it's been more than a few weeks since Matt has flirted with anyone here at Josie's. Women have approached him, as usual, but he hadn't left with any of them or even accepted any of their offers to buy him a drink. He was still charming, but that's just natural with him. At the time, you attributed it to him being busy, as you all were with work. Matt had a way of really locking in on work when there was a heavy caseload, so it didn't seem unusual then. You would all just stop in at Josie's for a quick drink before heading home.

You're pulled from your thoughts by Matt tugging you a little closer to him.

"So how about it?" he asks quietly once he has your attention again. "We can go to that little Italian place you like near the office?"

Have you, at some point, considered what it might be like to be with Matt? Admittedly, yes. He's a sweetheart of a guy, always kind and courteous. He's a fierce lawyer—you're constantly impressed by his ability to captivate a jury and spin a narrative. And he and Foggy are always looking out for the little guy, taking on clients that don't have much—or anything at all, sometimes—but need help, and so they do just that. But at the end of the day, you're friends, and he's also your boss.

Your heart is in your throat.

"Um, as friends?" you ask.

He lets out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"Well, I was hoping it could be a date if you're comfortable with that."

You bite your lip. "I– I just don't know if I want to risk what we already have," you admit.

"Understandable," he says, and one of his hands comes up to rest on your cheek, the other remaining firmly on your waist. "But what if we could have so much more?"

Well, the joke's on you for trying to argue with a lawyer.

"You can think of it as a trial run if you want," he offers, his hand coming down to your jaw. "If it doesn't feel right to you, we can just go back to how things were."

It might not be that simple, you think, but maybe it's worth the risk, like he said. And besides, Matt is someone you love having in your life. If things didn't work out romantically after a date or two, you're sure you could still be friends.

"A trial run, then," you say with a small nod. Matt's smirk blossoms into a smile.

"Perfect," he whispers, his hand finding it's way back up to your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. Your eyes flutter closed.

And then they're shooting back open as Foggy's voice cuts across the room.

"Look at all this love in the room tonight!" The volume of his voice makes you wince, and Marci bats at his arm, scolding him for ruining the moment. Both you and Matt burst into laughter at the pair.

You finish off your drink before getting ready to head out with the others. Karen bids Evan a good night as she readies herself to leave with the rest of you, but not before she gets his number. You link your arm through hers as you move toward the exit, asking about her night. She gives little away in the short walk to the door, but promises to catch you up at work on Monday.

"You had an eventful night too, didn't you?" she says with a grin.

"Oh yeah, I won fifty bucks off of Foggy."

"Wait, what? I was talking about with Matt. I saw the two of you over by the table," she says, nudging you playfully.

"Oh, you saw that?" You wear a bashful smile.

"Yes, and I expect to hear about that on Monday too," she says with a laugh, and you agree.

The cool night air greets you as you exit the bar, leaving goosebumps on your skin. Foggy and Marci get a cab first, calling out their "goodnights" as they get in the car. Karen calls another cab over, and she offers it to you, but you insist she takes it as she lives further than you.

And now you're left here with Matt.

"I don't see anymore taxis," you tell him. "I can call one for you if you'd like?"

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine to walk," he says, tapping his cane against the pavement. Neither of you live far from Josie's. It's about a ten minute walk from you.

"I was going to walk too," you say.

"Then, can I walk you home?" he asks.

"How about I walk you home? You're not far out of the way."

He shakes his head. "I don't want you walking alone if you can avoid it. It's late."

"Fine," you say. Then, "thank you."

He smiles at the ground before taking hold of the crook of your arm. "Of course."

The two of you walk in silence for a moment before he speaks.

"You know, I'm really looking forward to tomorrow night," he says.

A small smile makes its way onto your face. "Is that so?"

"Yes," he says. "Thank you for giving me a chance. I know you might think I'm some kind of... I don't know, playboy or something, but I'm– I'm serious about this—about you." Your cheeks burn hot at that.

"I don't think that about you," you say quietly.

"You don't?"

"No. Although, I do think you have an uncanny ability to charm pretty much any woman." He smiles again. "You're a flirt and a tease, but I wouldn't go as far as to call you a playboy." His smile falters a bit at that.

"I believe you, though," you tell him. "Admittedly, I'm a little hesitant to, but you've never given me a reason not to trust you."

"Then, I'll just have to keep proving that you can trust me."

You smile. "I'm looking forward to that."

The two of you walk together in silence for a bit.

"The moon is so bright tonight," you say as you look up at the sky.

"Is it?"

"Yeah, it is. I can see it shining through the clouds, but there are too many to see any stars."

Matt sighs. "I'd give anything to see that one more time." Your heart constricts at that.

"I– I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he says. "I like that you describe things like that to me. You do it more often than you might think. It feels like you want to share it with me, and I enjoy hearing how things look through your eyes. I remember what it was like, you know, seeing the night sky, all the stars up there—or at least what we could see from the city. When you tell me about it, it helps me keep those memories alive." You tear up just a little bit, smiling sadly.

"I'm glad I could do that for you."

A few moments pass, and you come up to your apartment building.

"This is me," you say with a sniffle, coming to a stop.

Matt turns to face you, bringing his hand up to cup your face once again.

"I take it back," he says softly.

"What?" you ask, confused.

"I take it back," he says again, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "As much as I wish I could see the sky again, I'd do anything to see you just once."

"Oh, Matt," you breathe, and a tear slips free. He brushes it away as he closes the gap between you, pressing a featherlight kiss to your lips. And then he's pulling away, but your hand comes up to gently tug him back by his tie. His hands find their place on your hips as you pull him into another kiss, this one a bit deeper. One of his hands comes up to rest at the nape of your neck, and his glasses bump against your nose as he angles his head. The two of you break apart in a laugh, and his hand comes down to take hold of yours.

"I wasn't planning on kissing you tonight, just so you know."

"Oh, no?"

He shakes his head, a small grin on his face. "Nope."

"Well, I guess you can just try not to kiss me tomorrow night," you say with a small smirk.

"Oh, I don't think so," he says, a laugh rumbling in his chest as he leans in to press one last kiss to your lips.

"Until tomorrow," he says once he pulls away.

"Goodnight, Matt," you say as you take a step towards the stairs to your building.

"Goodnight" he says, finally releasing your hand.

He waits until he hears you get safely inside your apartment to start his walk to his own, a smile on his face the entire way home.

You're practically giddy as you ready yourself for bed. There's a good chance you won't be getting much sleep tonight, not with the anticipation of tomorrow night lingering.

Matt feels it too. Despite the late hour, he's wide awake, his heart thumping wildly as he recounts the past hour or so. As he lies in bed, he can't help but miss the way you felt in his arms, like the piece he didn't realize he was missing. Some would say it's too soon to tell, but to him, you already felt like home.

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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 2 days ago

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Where do you learn to do comics? What books did you read or watch?

That's the answer.

What did I read? Comics.

There wasn't a single video or book or blog that taught me what I needed to know. I have seen GREAT video tutorials and guides, sure. But it's my belief that you can consume COUNTLESS How-To guides ad infinitum (good ones! Useful ones!) and still not get a single useful thing out of them if you don't know how to learn from watching people do what you want to do.

Reading comics can be mindless and fun. You don't have to think a lot when reading comics.

But if you want to MAKE comics, you have to also read comics like you're listening to a lecture. You have to be willing to do the mental brainwork that it takes to understand comics on your own.

You have to read comics like the comic itself is a TEDTalk. You have to look at the pages and, instead of just going "haha, that's cool" ask yourself "Why do I like that panel so much? What makes it POP?"

I don't consider myself a huge comic connoisseur or anything. I haven't read as many comics as some people. I haven't read a great amount of varieties. I read Calvin and Hobbes, and I read manga, and I read Young Avengers, and XKCD and Stand Still Stay Silent, and a lot of Ryan Andrew's works.

And every time I read those comics, I thought 'why are there panels HERE, but no panels THERE?' and 'why is there no text here?' and 'why is this colored, but this isn't?' and I tried to come up with the answer to all of those questions.

I can't recommend guides. They're out there, many of them - great ones, incredible ones. But I can't recommend them.

What I CAN recommend is reading comics.

Comics that expand the panel and push boundaries of what a comic can be:

Comics that have an incredible narrative and a strong sense of theme:

Comics with horror themes that do creepiness and suspense really well through pacing and layout:

Also horror, but with fantastic architecture that teaches you about scale and backgrounds:

And there's, idk, TONS of others! I'm sure others can recommend in the comments. :)

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wendichester · 22 hours ago

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.ೃ࿔*:･ safety distance²,

summary. sammy's left for stanford and dean loves to play to overprotective older brother role

pairing. s1!stanford!dean winchester x reader genre. fluff ; college au

wordcount. 777

notes. was thinking of maybe doing a part 3? 👀

⋆.˚ ★— read part 1

The sun hangs low in the sky, warm and lazy, casting golden streaks over Stanford’s campus. The grass is cool beneath you, the scent of freshly cut blades lingering in the air. Your textbooks are open, notes sprawled across your lap, but you haven’t gotten through a single page in the last twenty minutes.

Because Dean Winchester is a menace.

He lounges beside you, one arm propped behind his head, the other tossing a small pebble up and down like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. His jacket is long discarded, sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and he’s got that same damn smirk on his lips—the one that tells you he knows exactly how distracting he is.

"Are you always this disruptive?" you ask, glancing at him over the edge of your book.

Dean lifts a brow, looking far too pleased with himself. "Disruptive? Sweetheart, I’d say I’m enhancing your study session."

You let out a dramatic sigh, flicking a piece of grass at him. "Yeah, sure. ‘Cause relentless teasing and completely derailing my focus is so helpful."

He grins. "Exactly. Studying is bad for your health. Stress levels, blood pressure—y’know, all that science stuff."

You shake your head, biting back a smile. He’s ridiculous. Infuriating. And yet… the warmth in your chest is impossible to ignore.

And Dean—well, he tells himself he’s still here because of Sam. That’s the whole reason he came to Palo Alto in the first place, right? To keep an eye on his kid brother. Make sure nothing supernatural was creeping in on Sam’s new life.

But if that were really true, then why is he here? Sitting next to you, watching the way the wind catches your hair, throwing out lame excuses just to hear you laugh?

He refuses to answer that question.

Instead, he reaches over and plucks your pen from your fingers, twirling it effortlessly.

"You’re impossible," you mutter, reaching for it.

Dean grins and holds it just out of reach. "Nah. Just charming."

Before you can retaliate, your phone buzzes between you. You glance down, and Dean watches as your expression softens. His easy smirk falters slightly when he catches the name on the screen.

Sammy.

Shit.

You pick up without hesitation, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder. "Hey, you."

Dean watches, heart hammering as if he’s the one caught sneaking around. Which, technically, he is—but not in the way Sam would ever guess.

"Hey," Sam’s voice crackles through the speaker. "Where are you? I was gonna grab coffee before heading back to the dorm—figured I’d see if you wanted to meet up."

Dean’s stomach drops.

Oh, hell no.

Your brows lift slightly as you glance at your pile of books. "Yeah, I’m still on campus, actually. By the—"

Dean doesn’t even think before he moves. One second, he’s stretched out next to you, and the next, he’s sitting up so fast he nearly trips over his own damn boots.

Your head snaps toward him at his sudden movement. "Uh—" Dean clears his throat, scrambling for an excuse. "Crap, I, uh—I just remembered I gotta… take care of something."

Your brows furrow. "Right now?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally slipped my mind." He’s already standing, grabbing his jacket like it’s a lifeline.

You blink, confused. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine," he assures quickly, waving a hand. Too quickly. Too unnatural. "Just—important… business."

You squint at him. "Business?"

"Yup. Very important. Super top-secret. You know how it is." He throws in a crooked grin for good measure, but he can feel the sweat beading at the back of his neck.

Sam’s voice on the phone reminds you of his presence. "Who’s that?"

Dean freezes.

You glance at him, confused, before turning back to the call. "Oh, just—"

"Just a guy," Dean blurts before you can say his name.

Your eyes narrow. "What—"

"Okay, gotta go! Have fun with, uh, studying! Or Sam! Or whatever you end up doing!"

And with that, Dean bolts.

He doesn’t look back, doesn’t pause, just shoves his hands in his pockets and beelines it toward the parking lot like he’s got hellhounds on his heels.

By the time he reaches the Impala, heart still hammering from the ridiculous close call, he watches from a distance as you gather your books, phone still pressed to your ear, completely oblivious to his panic.

And then Sam appears, his familiar tall frame moving toward you with that easy, clueless smile.

Dean slumps against the hood of his car, exhaling hard.

Close. Too close.

He tells himself it won’t happen again. That this was just a one-time thing.

But deep down, he knows better.

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lokisladdie1232 · 1 day ago

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“Are you Seige? The Librarian?” spoke a timid voice.

A boy with unruly dark hair and wide blue eyes gripped the tattered and yellowing pages of a book, his figure a blot against the pale and cloudless sky.

“First, answer me. Who are you?”

Upon closer inspection, the book the boy held had the title of Don Quixote. A rare book, but a classic of older days.

“My name is Zenith.”

Zenith. A powerful name, a name that holds magic. His parents have put a lot of responsibility on his shoulders with such a name. Success is something that every human strives for. They strive to reach their peak, their… Zenith. Perhaps this boy is important. He is carrying a book.

“Yes. I am Siege, the Librarian. Why have you come here, young Zenith?” I ask, eyeing the book.

I would like to place it in the Vault. The Vault was something started by my mentor in his youth. He saw the decline of reading, and collected as many books as possible. The Vault is a large, well protected, and meticulously constructed library, holding all the books that are left in the world. Every book has been carefully catalogued. Except for this one, apparently.

“… I found this book. We don’t read anymore… but… I would like to learn,” the boy whispered, as if ashamed of himself for seeking knowledge.

I take a careful look at the boy. He’s not much to look at. Again, unruly dark hair, blue eyes, some freckles. Zenith’s clothing is a tattered and torn mess. Like he hasn’t had a proper set of clothes in a long time. Sighing, I let the boy in.

“Come in, young Zenith.”

The boy steps inside. At first glance, the space is nothing more than a small house. But I know the secrets. I know every nook and cranny of this place like the back of my hand. In all my three hundred years of being the Librarian, I have never had someone seek knowledge. The desire to read faded before I was born, and now… there is one.

“How about I get you some fresh clothing, Zenith?” I say softly, setting a fresh cup of tea in his trembling hands.

Zenith nods, taking a tentative sip at the tea, before delving in despite the burning on his tongue from the temperature. I rummage through my things, it’s been a long time since I’ve been around a child. However, I manage to find a set of clothes that look like they’ll fit. After a few moments, Zenith is in the fresh clothes. He looks a lot better.

“Will you teach me?” he asks.

“Teach you to read? Why do you with to know?”

“Because I’ve heard that books hold so many stories. More than humans can hold in their heads. I want to read all the stories in the world.”

I actually give the boy a small smile, “An ambitious undertaking. Even I have not read all the stories in the world. I will teach you to read.”

And so, I did. Months spent teaching him the basics, such as letters, sounds, and so on. When he would leave sometimes, he would return with a curious friend. Eventually, I had a gaggle of young children… eager to learn. Zenith and his newfound friends picked up how to read, and then wanted to know how to write. A small piece of a generation craved the lost knowledge of a bygone era. They craved the pocket sized worlds that told of pirates, lectured about lost species, and spun magical tales about ancient civilizations. This is what my mentor told me would happen. Save knowledge, and it will become precious once again.

“And so they shall hear from the mouths of babes, a cry for freedom,” speaks Zenith… the first new Librarian in over three hundred years.

To think, a small boy with nothing became the first in the wave of a return to knowledge. I knew he was special.

A Zenith.

"I am the last librarian on Earth. The world has forgotten how to read, but I guard the knowledge of humanity in a hidden vault. Today, someone knocked on the door—and they brought a book."

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le-monchou · 1 day ago

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Ok, you can totally ignore this if you want to but I just love how you write Leona.

So......

Leona with an anarchist reader/Yuu. They simply don't like nor understand the reason for a hierarchy and don't believe that one person should be in charge of a whole kingdom, be it a hereditary "god given right" or not.

That's all, take care and drink water

okay while this was in my drafts, i think anon took the idea to another fic writer... hm. normally i'd be offended by the ask was from january so nvm lol i hope you like it anon. the other one is by @twstfanblog over here. || 405 words

leona exhales through his nose, his finger idly scratching the page of the novel he was reading as he watches you pace the floor of his room. "i'm just saying," you start, hands thrown up in the air, "if people actually worked together instead of relying on one person to make all the decisions, we wouldn’t have to deal with kings who think they’re untouchable."

leona arches a brow, unimpressed with your statement. "and what do you think happens when those same people turn on each other? you think everyone's gonna sit in a circle, hold hands, and make nice decisions together? The second there’s a power vacuum, someone’s gonna fill it, and it's usually the worst possible person."

"not if the structure prevents that."

leona clicks his tongue, placing a bookmark snuggly between the pages before shutting his novel. "not the point. the structure you're talkin' about is ideal, sure. works really well within small groups, the largest one being about 500. no nation in the world has a population of 500 or less- so there's too many moving parts, too many people to control, and too many idiots who can’t think for themselves."

"people aren't as dumb as you think they are, leona." you frown.

"they aren't. but let's say we go to the sunset savannah right now. in the royal palace, would you or would you not be content to let me lead you and give you directives? dress this way, talk like that, don't mention this, blah, blah, blah."

"i.... guess?"

"that's what goes through in everyone's minds. the less knowledge you have, the less control you have. a good leader isn’t just some throne warmer or a puppet, though those situations have occured in the past. they keep the vultures from tearing everything apart. without one, you’d be left with conmen and opportunists running circles around everyone else, no matter how smart they may think themselves."

"so despite everything" you frown. "you think the monarchy is a good thing."

leona grimaces. "no, i don't, you creature who sees things in black n' white. the answer's simple- it's better to have one lion at the top than a thousand rats fighting over scraps."

"wha-"

"these situations are nuanced and complex. it's easy to implement an anarchical society within a certain limit, but society, and your family, will eventually evolve a hierarchy. now the question should be... how does one fight that?"

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altacctforastarion · 2 days ago

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Hi I was wondering if I could request just some soft hcs of astarion and tav like waking tav up with burnt breakfast or tav surprising astarion with some fresh blood they got from god knows where. Basically just some sfw of them post elderbrain

Hey! Thanks for requesting, this one was so fun!

Warnings: spoilers, he sucks at cooking and watches you sleep lmao. Sfw, 18+ and mdni still because my page, works, and myself are for adults only.

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- I think it starts before the elderbrain tbh. Like you wake up and he’s just laying there watching you, a dagger in his hand like he’s been waiting so he can protect you, but he just greets with a smile and a soft, “good morning, love. How did you sleep?”

- maybe he gets your breakfast on a plate before you’re even out of the tent. Maybe he sets out clothes for you, helps you put on any armor you may have. He keeps your weapons sharp for you.

- But then the world doesn’t end, and the two of you live together and you wake up to the smell of food burning, sitting up quickly and rushing to the kitchen, only to see it in disarray and a huffy Astarion standing right in the middle, angrily whispering at the charred food in front of him, blaming it for his failures.

- “Well, you would have had a nice breakfast, but it decided to burn.” He says, hissing out the word “it” and you’re sure the misshapen, burnt pancakes are quaking from his rage, “So maybe you cook something?”

- he keeps trying to cook. Eventually you convince him to just get ingredients ready and set out for you and you cook instead. Sometimes he gets in a mood and demands to help, and you have to give him constant instructions, watching his every move and even then it still goes wrong. Two hundred years of never having to touch normal food, only eating it to pretend to be alive and not a vampire, have left him with barely any recollection of how to cook.

- Other times, you wake up and he’s watching you again, sometimes playing with your hair, sometimes close enough that when you wake all you can see are his eyes and you nearly fly out of your skin.

- Sometimes you wake up and he’s no where to be seen, you don’t hear him in the kitchen, and you’ll eventually find him doing some chore you hate or have been putting off.

- I put this in multiple other works of mine, but honestly I take him saying “don’t be so nice to me, it makes me want to be nice back.” As a real thing that he means, in an acts of service kind of way. I think even when he gets comfortable sharing his feelings and caring for you and acknowledging that he’s changed, it’s easier to do a nice thing for you without saying anything. You’re a great partner, his favorite person, and no matter what you say or what you do, he will feel like he needs to do something to show his appreciation. I think early on it’s so he doesn’t feel like he owes you something, terrified of letting you be kind and being in your debt, but later it’s just a way he shows he cares. So depending on how the day before goes, he might feel this urge to do something for you in the morning, beyond just wanting to.

- that being said, I think if he’s doing a “dirty” chore, it’s because you did something that meant a lot to him. One night he talks about how the things that happened are effecting him now, long after it’s all said and done, and you’re so kind and understanding and gentle. So the next morning you wake up and he’s washed all of the dishes, the house is spotless, and he’s urging you to go fill a basin with water so he can wash all of your (specifically your) clothes.

- if you have a favorite mug it’s always clean and he never says a word about it.

- he mends your clothes. Sometimes you wake up and there he is, stitching up your clothes and sometimes embroidering them. It’s always a surprise, you don’t always see him work but if he’s embroidering he won’t let you look at it, it’s to find on your own.

- I think he does a lot during the night, he doesn’t really need sleep and if the two of you don’t go to sleep in each others arms he wanders.

- If you don’t like to talk to others he will do it for you, and if someone is even kind of rude to you he will flip out on them

—

- You surprise him with blood occasionally. Sometimes yours if you don’t have time to let him feed from you, sometimes someone else’s. You are a person who saved the world, who fought for their life constantly, after all, and those skills don’t go away because there’s less danger. Some days you find a criminal and think “ooh, a snack for Astarion”, and then kill the guy and fill up whatever you can to take to him.

- You start keeping vials and jars on your person for such occasions, just in case you find a not so willing donor that will feed your partner.

- It surprises him the first few times, waking up to you speaking softly, saying good morning and saying you got him breakfast. He looks at you, confused, about to remind you that he doesn’t eat food when he sees/smells a jar of blood in your hand. “…Darling? Whose blood is that?”

- He sips on his blood while you explain that you saw a man trying to steal purses and lured him into an alley to kill him before buying some jars and draining him. There’s more blood downstairs if he’s still hungry. It makes him very happy, but he does look at you strange for a moment because wtf do you do when he’s not there to stop you?!

- You handle the washing around the house usually, because he hates it. If you’re not in the Underdark and you have a yard, you are responsible for yard care lol, he is not doing it.

- You pick up random shit from stores for him, sometimes stealing just so he can tell you how proud he is (he is always very proud). Sometimes a new dagger, sometimes a fun trinket, occasionally jewelry

- I think if you got him a stuffed animal he would pretend to hate it but that thing would stay in your shared bed constantly. Maybe you come home and he’s asleep cuddled up with it.

- You let him handle the decorating for the most part, just because it makes him genuinely happy to design the house, and he asks for your input constantly anyways.

- You search for a way for him to go into the sun, but on the mean time he starts using umbrellas and such to go out with you, and you find him various pretty ones. You also get him a cloak, and he looks amazing in it, matching it to his outfits, putting on a borderline fashion show for you.

- I think astarion is materialistic bc he didn’t have a lot, so he hoards things for both of you and is DELIGHTED with every gift you give him, adding it to the hoard happily and giving you many kisses.

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dearestval · 3 days ago

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𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 — ayato

notes: no specific gender, reader is implied to be part of inazuma nobility, mainly ayato's pot you get so much inner monologue here he really does think a lot, I don't really know how to end fics so if you have a complaint I don't want to hear it lol, also did I go back to edit and revise this? no don’t tell my students

happy birthday to my love, my dearest, ayato

Ayato likes to say that he’s above gossiping. That he doesn’t concern himself with any rumors swirling amongst the Inazuman nobility. After all, most of it is hearsay anyways— why indulge in it? He holds a bit of pride in himself knowing he would never fall victim to baseless rumors and doesn’t get swept away like the other nobles around him.

Of course, those closest to him don’t miss the way he seems to shift in his seat whenever he hears someone in his vicinity gossiping. He’s subtle about it too– but to the trained eye it's obvious how he slightly leans back in his chair to catch the latest chatter from the ladies sitting at the table behind him. Or how he’ll quietly thumb at the pages of a ledger to not attract attention to the two businessmen nearby as they discuss the recent hearsay. All to keep appearances up.

Which makes it all the more amusing for those around Ayato to witness him parading from person to person, asking what they know about this latest rumor that came to his attention.

Because this time, the rumors are about you. Specifically, that you are getting engaged to some noble. Ayato doesn’t have any more information about this– who this noble is, the circumstances of the engagement, or even if the engagement is true to begin with. All he knows is that your name is tied to it.

This is ridiculous, Ayato thinks to himself as he finally gives up the interrogations, retreating to his study to overthink things. As your friend, your best friend, he would have known if you were in a relationship, right? Of course, now that he thinks about it, the two of you have never seriously broached the topic of love or anything of that matter. So maybe there was cause for you to be privy on such a detail of your life. Or perhaps this was an arranged marriage type of engagement and was suddenly sprung upon you. There were still some families in Inazuma that still employed these practices, though he would have never guessed your family would be one of them. Still, as much as Ayato would love to deny it, it’s not entirely impossible for you to be engaged. And that’s clearly a problem– though Ayato isn’t exactly sure why.

Ayato slumps further into his chair, a sight unbecoming of someone of his status, but even he is human and can’t help it. The more he thinks about it, the more he finds himself confused by these swirling emotions inside him. Why would it even matter to him if you were engaged? You would probably still find the time to bother him any time you had a single thought like you always did. He doubts that you would cease to bother him to try out a new food vendor that you spotted while taking a stroll through Inazuma City. You would be the same person and do the same things. He was your best friend, and you were his. Nothing would change at all.

There's a pause in his mind for a moment as that thought lingered. The thought of nothing changing between the two of you causes him to feel unpleasant. Again, he’s not sure why. That should be a good thing. To always remain friends for the rest of your lives. Just friends. And nothing more.

Finally, his head catches up to his heart.

Ayato is hopelessly in love with you.

He manages to scramble up out of his slump as this revelation comes to light, his heart beating slightly faster now.

It seems almost absurd to him that he’s only realizing now the extent his feelings go for you but in his defense, feelings can be hard to navigate. So he allows himself some leeway. He knows that he’s liked you for a long time now– but he can’t be sure when it shifted from platonic to romantic. He begins combing through his memories, searching for the one particular moment that would showcase when he started seeing you in a different light. But as he does so, he finds his cheeks getting warmer with each passing thought of you.

Ayato buries his face into his hands, a chuckle of disbelief slipping from his lips. Perhaps the answer is simpler than that. If he had to guess, you probably found your way into his heart from the very beginning.

The pieces in front of him start to make sense. How else could he have explained the way his brain would short-circuit for a moment whenever you walked into a room. He would nearly fumble his words when seeing you from the corner of his eye, no matter how important the person he was talking to was. Before his epiphany, Ayato would chalk that up to you being distracting. In reality, all you had done was enter his vision and he would find his thoughts scrambled.

The more Ayato thinks about his newfound feelings for you, the clearer things become for him. There’s a lot to love about you. On the surface, you’re the type of person that anyone could easily fall for. But there’s more to you for him. He’s known you since you were both children, and you’ve consistently stood by his side. When he took over as the head of his clan and it seemed like everything was stacked against his favor, you offered him unconditional support. In the eyes of Inazuma, he’s revered as either the Yashiro Commissioner or Head of the Kamisato Clan. Yet around you, he’s just Ayato. He can let his shoulders slump a bit, foregoing the perfect posture he was taught to have at all times.

To Ayato, it just made sense that the two of you would end up together. There’s no one that gets him more than you do and vice versa. Which is why hearing about your supposed engagement feels like a slap in the face to him.

He honestly might start spiraling— but three brief knocks on his door snaps him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he calls out, grateful at the mere thought of a distraction from his turmoil.

But when you pop your head through the door, he can’t tell whether it’s a blessing or a curse. Ayato stands from his seat, welcoming you in as his eyes take in every detail of you. Now that Ayato’s become aware of how he feels for you, it feels like all of his senses are in overdrive.

“Hey, hope I’m not bothering you!” You skip into his study, and he has to hope to the Archons he doesn’t keel over from how cute he thinks you are. Fortunately, he manages to keep his cool and smiles back at you, acting as if there wasn’t a maelstrom going on in his head.

“Would it make a difference if I said you were?”

You could never be a bother to Ayato. Even if he had a mountain of paperwork to go through, he’d set his time aside just for you– which now that he thinks about it is another obvious sign that he’s liked you.

“I suppose it wouldn’t,” you hum as you find your way towards him.

Ayato wastes no time asking the question that’s been plaguing him today.

“So… should I be congratulating you right about now?” he asks, his gaze falling to your hands. With the way they were positioned, he can’t tell if there’s a ring on your finger or not.

“Hm? For what– OH,” you laugh, and as it reaches Ayato’s ears he smiles at how lovely it sounds to him. It’s one he’s heard millions of times but now he can’t help but think that even the birds would envy how melodic your laugh is.

“No no no,” you say, shaking your head, “those rumors are definitely not true. I mean, my family is looking to make some kind of partnership with another clan, but they’re doing so without the need of a marriage.”

A wave of relief washes over Ayato. It wasn’t true. Admittedly, he probably should have already assumed that from the start. But today he finds that any sort of rationality has escaped him.

“Don’t tell me you actually fell for them,” you tease, your lips curling into a knowing smile.

Ayato scoffs at you, though deep down he knows he’s not fooling anyone, least of all you.

“Of course not, who do you take me for–”

“Oh my Archons,” your laughter fills the air once more, “you totally thought they were true, don’t lie!”

Because yes, who would have thought that Ayato, the very man who likes to say he’s above gossiping, would fall victim to baseless rumors.

But what would happen if the rumors were true? Would Ayato be able to put on a fake smile for you and keep his feelings at bay? He looks at you, now distracted by the view of camellias outside his study, and his gaze softens.

He calls out your name softly, and there’s a small part of him that wishes you don’t hear him.

You turn towards him, tilting your head ever so slightly as you look up at him. It makes his heart beat all the more faster. You’re not deliberately trying to look endearing in front of him, you just are. And it drives him crazy.

“What? Finally going to admit that you fell for the rumors?”

“Fine, fine,” Ayato relents, “Perhaps I was curious about the veracity of those rumors.”

Ayato really should keep his mouth shut like he always does. But his mouth moves faster than his brain can process it.

“And I’m incredibly glad they’re not.” His words are soft spoken, killing the previously lighthearted atmosphere that you brought in As the silence settles in the room, it’s clear the ambience has shifted.

He brings his hand up to softly caress your cheek, and it feels so right to him.

“God, you don’t really understand the effect you have on me, do you?” his voice is barely above a whisper. He takes in every expression you make– the surprise, the confusion, all of it.

“Did you know,” he continues, “that everytime I’m engaged in an important conversation, I pray to Celestia that you don’t enter my line of sight because the moment you do all of my thoughts go to you.”

He finds himself unable to stop, and truthfully, he doesn’t want to.

“You occupy my mind constantly– I don’t think there’s a day that goes by where I’m not thinking about you,” he pauses, another small realization dawning on him, “perhaps the many times I’ve been called out for being lost in deep thought were moments where you monopolized the entirety of my attention.”

It took him too long to realize he loved you– he’s not going to waste any more time on telling you.

“So please tell me,” Ayato sighs, resting his forehead on yours, “tell me I’m not the only one who’s harbored feelings in this friendship.”

You’re stunned into silence.

Ayato doesn’t know what to make of it. He knows you like the back of his hand but right now he doesn’t even know how to read your expression. You’re shocked for sure– he knows that much.

It would be best for him to wait for some response from you, to let you process this new revelation.

But once again he throws all thought and rationality out the window.

“What about one percent?” he asks, a little bit too desperate for his liking.

“Because,” he continues, a light chuckle spilling from his lips, “even if your heart is only one percent in my favor, then I will hold onto that for all that I have.”

That was a lie. Even if you didn’t have any inkling of fondness for him back, he would be okay with that. He would wait forever for you, even if that day never comes. When he looks at you, he can see your gaze shift, the confusion slowly dissipating from your expression. Now before him he can see the soft look you have in your eyes, the same one that you always held for him.

“It’s definitely more than one percent…” you softly murmur.

Suddenly, Ayato understands all of the cheesy metaphors people use when they talk about love. His heart is doing backflips, he can hear every single bird singing in his ears, and there are far too many butterflies in his stomach. There’s a soft conviction in your words, it makes him wonder if you’ve also had these feelings for as long as him but he’s been too oblivious to notice.

Though that question can be answered at a later time.

For now, and hopefully forever, he has you.

#by val #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato x you #kamisato ayato x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #ayato fluff #genshin fluff

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rei-ismyname · 2 days ago

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X-Manhunt Chuck Hunt Omega Review

It's been a short and baffling road that's led us here to the finale of Chuck Hunt, but fortunately it's very easy to sum up for anyone coming in blind. Charles Xavier received a distress call from his Shi'Ar daughter Xandra and escaped from prison while affected by a brain tumor. Inconveniencing various X-Men along the way, he resurrected his long dead wife, Lilandra, and brought her up to speed. He's fucking off to space (again) with his imperialist bird wife (again) to heal a sickness (again.) It doesn't make any sense at all, so join me in the absurdity of disconnected action scenes and OOC moments before a big goodbye. Like Game of Thrones season 8, it looks great and makes little sense while blowing stuff up.

Frankly, I've found this event really frustrating. Chuck visited most of the X-books for an issue but the character and relationship payoffs have been slim. Exceptional X-Men handled it best by not having him appear at all, Red Skies Crossover style. Xavier has had a tremendous impact on everyone's life but he's only engaged with them performatively and superficially. It feels like he doesn't really care about the chaos he leaves in his wake, which is nothing new, and the resolution of his mission has been spoiled by solicits. I'm not mad about it, it's so ridiculous that I have to laugh.

In what's becoming a hallmark of From The Ashes, a flashback recontextualises the inter X-Men team dynamics. Scott thinks Xavier should stay in prison; Rogue disagrees and thinks Scott has some scheme requiring his absence, for reasons. Scott's dream speech is hilariously nonsensical while Rogue is just being obnoxious.

Gambit interjects before Scott can finish a sentence and Magik says what I've been thinking - 'what did Scott do?' What's the fucking problem, yo? We've seen in Uncanny that, yes, it is personal. Scott's name has been used as an insult. They relitigate the fall of Krakoa for some reason, with Rogue having an interesting summation. 'Taking out Phoenix' had only the broadest relationship to Krakoa's fall. Xavier surrendered due to ORCHIS sneaking a kill switch into Krakoan drugs, then he forced everyone through the gates. Rogue had the best view of anyone, as she carried Xavier to Krakoa where he broke down over thinking he'd killed everyone. She missed the rest because of Avengers duty.

The characters and the readers are both being gaslit into swallowing this tripe. I don't have room to show it, but Mystique is here to look sad. Mystique hates Chuck, and she should. Melee, Bronze, and the Outliers are here crying over a dude they've never met. Magneto has nothing to say, nor does Juggernaut. X-Manhunt has been a mishmash of discontinuity with motivations changing from page to page, let alone between issues. It's simply unbelievable that anyone would believe the narrative Chuck is selling, but that's what's on the page. There's no resolution here, no nod to history, recent or otherwise. Chuck is leaving and that's that, delusional goodbye speech and all.

I find it helpful to imagine circus music playing in the background of this discussion. Rogue has conspiracy theories, Gambit backs up Rogue, Scott is rendered speechless, and Magik tries to be the adult in the room. The only thing they achieve is a tentative alliance, something they probably had anyway. The best part is that none of this matters even a little bit. By the end they'll all be herded to where Chuck, ringleader of this circus, wants them.

Ilyana has multiple swords now, and Scott powers one up with optic blasts for THE RED SURFER! She could just teleport, but this is looks cooler. Why show tactics when you can go fucking cowabunga dudes! Lilandra is having a yarn to Chuck while giving him brain surgery, lol. It's standard curriculum for all Shi'Ar rulers. Gladiator could do this but he doesn't want to. She talks about her and Chuck feeling pain but it's overwhelmingly his 'children' that suffer. Obviously Yana is blown out of the sky, only to be caught by a demon Kaiju she summoned. Obviously.

Sage appears out of nowhere with John Wraith in tow, who has a robot Kaiju Sage borrowed from Storm. Yeah, Storm has Evangelion shit on her spaceship. Anyway, John speaks entirely in bible verse. They have a Kaiju fight, which wasn't on my Chuck Hunt bingo card, and Magik gets fucked up. SCARLET SCATTERSHOT! No onomatopoeia here - we're naming moves because it's just so 3P1C!!!1! Magik is explicitly said to be bleeding out but nobody takes it very seriously. She'll be fine.

Magik easily teleports Scott onto Mr and Mrs Avian's fleeing ship, so yes they could have done this at any time. In a Hallmark moment, Scott removes his visor with a single tear streaming down his face. That's how we know this is emotional. It's been ten minutes and the brain surgery is nearly done lol, but it's kinda irrelevant because Chuck sends his astral form to just talk to Scott.

Xavier says the most insane shit possible in his speculation as to why he's being pursued. 'I'm trying to bail on all my responsibilities after fucking you all over. Why are you chasing me?' Scott's muzzle is finally removed so he can tell this man how delusional he is. Xavier comes clean about his moronic schemes and then claims that he's sacrificed so much for others. Probably not the best argument for a child soldier whose life you controlled since he was 15. Who's spent his entire life bleeding for your dream, which you're giving up on. Chuck is actually mad that Scott doesn't get it, when he's kept everything a secret. What's more, Scott has zero reaction to this revelation. None. Chuck is leaving and there's no time to payoff even the meagre emotional stakes that were setup. Don't worry, they'll get shit on even further.

Obviously he's yeeted off the ship by an unnamed move. How can we tell what it is? My suggestion would be END OF ACT 2 BEAM! As Scott plummets to his death, the ringleader cracks the whip and X-Men come tumbling out of a clown car. Rogue catches him, in a completely unearned moment of solidarity. It's surprising, yes, in the same way a baby is surprised at peek-a-boo. There's no object permanence here as people just appear where they're needed for the next bombastic moment. Instead of being relieved, Scott feels that he's failed. That they'll be blamed for the mess Chuck left behind. It's a valid position, considering The O*N*E came for them over a lot less than this. He has a panic attack and starts shooting optic blasts everywhere. That's not how they work, but it doesn't matter. Just pretend everyone has a red nose on as the circus music intensifies.

Yep, that's definitely the most appropriate way to handle Scott's very real mental health issues. Stab the motherfucker. Only the homoeroticism of Logan gently penetrating his ex gives it any kind of grace. Circus music clashes with 'intimate violence in the rain' vibes but that's what Chuck Hunt is - disparate scenes that would be powerful with setup and context smashed together to elicit unearned emotional response.

I'm not even going to touch Logan's lengthy Super Saiyan speech. He says some dumb shit then stabs Scott in the gut. Rogue could have stopped this far more safely. The point is that Chuck is gone and they have to make their own way. Scott already knew that, in fact he knew it twenty years ago. Scott's dead and Xavier is in space.

Good news everyone! Scott is totally fine, despite the very lethal gut stabbing. Ilyana too. Xavier's tumor is fixed like the trifle it is and he's back already, having summoned an arbitrary group of mutants for an unearned goodbye. The guard that killed his family and the entire city of San Francisco? Fuck them, somebody else's problem. It takes some gall to make us jump through all these hoops and present dire problems (like Xandra) only to not pay them off at the end. In fact, they never mattered in the first place. Xandra is barely mentioned, just a McGuffin who's probably having her teeth pulled out with pliers.

We also learn that Xavier had some great soup here once. Nice!

Logan doesn't want to fight. Growth! He apologises for the trivial wound he gave Scott, who shrugs it off. I don't care what Brevoort says, this is flirting.

Xavier has the balls to say that mutants are choosing to fight each other, when that's clearly not true. It's also the reason he formed the X-Men - to beat down mutants who weren't behaving themselves. They were fighting because of you, buddy. For some reason nobody challenges this, nor his claim that he never wanted to be a general. Scott didn't either - you made him one. Shit, maybe we're still in Graymalkin and this is all a hallucination. It doesn't look anything like reality. I suppose it's a small price to pay for being rid of Chuck for a few years, but it's an audacious misrepresentation of X-Men history.

It's cost you? YOU? Motherfucker that is a terrible apology. 'Well, it's been tough for me, which I'm sorry for, and that's why I'm leaving. Good luck living in the mess I created. Catch you later when the MCU synergy comes.'

Emma kisses him on the cheek and tells him he deserves it. Why not? It's not like she hates him or anything. 🙄 Kids who have never met him or heard of him are crying but Scott has zero reaction. Nada. Contradicts everything we've been shown, even in this event. If that's what it takes to get rid of Chuck? Sure, see you later dude. Scott should start a school, you say? I know a great place for that, but it's been turned into a ghoulish prison due to someone's actions. Scott is at war with the USA - fortunately DOOM is building schools. Let's go with that. Maybe he's just exhausted with this man and his schemes within schemes. He should have known the chessmaster had a ruse going, one that gave him PTSD and fucked everything up.

There's so many things I could be mad about, but who has the energy? We jumped through flaming hoops to get here and ignored character moments that make any sense in favour of dizzying spectacle. As Gambit does cartwheels, the circus music plays Chuck out, and I choose to clap like a walrus. X-Manhunt wasn't very good - it wasn't trying to be good, but maybe the X-books can figure out a new Chuck-less thesis or identity. Imperial should be fun, and really we're just playing a familiar beat - Chuck bailing to space while the X-Men get on with their lives. Nice to see he's recovered quickly from brain surgery too. Good for him, and nice work Lilandra.

#x comics #x men #x manhunt #charles xavier #cyclops #professor x #lilandra neramani #magik #magneto #rogue #storm #marvel #comics #wolverine

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holybibly · 3 days ago

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So, yesterday we talked about me, and today we will discuss with you such a topic as triggers. This is my personal opinion, you may agree or not, we are just discussing this in light of recent events. I just want to clarify my attitude to this issue.

Let's start with the first:

Trigger - A term used to describe sensations, images, or experiences that trigger a traumatic memory. Related to PTS Disorder (often but not always relating to sexual assault) First of all, let me tell you about my attitude to these things.

Few people know this, but I am a crazy arachnophobe. And when I say crazy, I mean it, and I say it to explain how triggers work.

If you were to ask me to explain the horror I feel at the sight of these creatures, it is simply inexplicable. I get real panic attacks even from pictures or videos of these creatures. This thing complicates my life more than you can imagine.

I wet clean every night. Before I enter a hotel room or any unknown place where I will be staying for some time, I ask to have it checked for arachnids first. My friends clean their house before I go in to remove any possible hints of spider webs or arachnids. Photos, videos, words, anything that has to do with these things causes horror.

Knowing the reaction these creatures cause in me, I avoid any content related to them. Anything. My mother even had to cover up the pages of encyclopaedias so that I don't accidentally see it when she's taking notes or reading some biology articles. So you can understand how much this subject bothers me?

Accordingly, I avoid any, even the slightest, encounter with it. If I know what I'm about to encounter, I immediately refuse to talk about it.

I say this to make my point, my trigger is not related to the sexual context, but that is what triggers my panic attack. But it would be strange if I went on a witch hunt because I encountered it in the text of this or that book, or wrote a post about a programme about the jungle with scenes related to spiders, and when all my friends went on holiday to Australia, I was the only one who refused to go because I knew in advance what I might encounter.

And what I'm getting at is that if, God forbid, you've experienced some kind of trauma or unpleasant incident in a sexual context, you understand what could provoke you.

With this in mind, I cannot understand people who, having had this experience and knowing their sore spots, start to read a story with warnings such as: choking, humiliation, manhandling, explicit sexual content, explicit language, dacryphilia, humiliation, rough sex, power play and more.

Just by seeing all this, you are consciously agreeing to dark and rather intense content. And this is not just about one word. These warnings are enough to understand what is to come.

I want to go into three of them in more detail: choking, dacryphilia, manhandling.

Dacryphilia - is an underexplored aspect of non-normative sexual interests. A sexual kink or fetish that’s outside of typical sexual behavior. Some people are turned on by dominating or controlling another person during sex. This can include emotional control as well as physical. Most often has sadistic tendencies. Dacryphiles enjoy making their partner cry. Whether this is through physical or emotional discomfort depends on their individual preferences. Some people are turned on by watching other people cry or become emotional. This is called passive dacryphilia.

Manhandle - To physically dominate someone roughly and forcefully.

Choking - the act of choking someone for sexual pleasure. Sexual choking is common. Sexual choking is very dangerous, physically and emotionally. Autoerotic asphyxiation is sexual choking you do to yourself. Sexual choking is where someone applies pressure to your neck that partially or completely restricts airflow or blood flow to your brain during sex. It can also be called breath play or erotic asphyxiation.

Now explain to me how, after a person has read these warnings, after and if, God forbid, there ever was an unpleasant and traumatic sexual experience, you consciously continues reading the story? What do you hope to get out of it? You are consciously subjecting yourself to emotional and psychological abuse. And after that, you say that you are not happy with some word in a text of 10k text, more than 8k of which is a sex scene that includes these warnings?

But what worries me most is that in the two years that my story has been out, not a single person has contacted me to say that something in the text made them feel uncomfortable or triggered them.

So it's been two years, and you're only now saying something doesn't suit you? Isn't it easier to just say so?

To come back to the fact that I always ask for feedback. If you read a particular story after it has been published, you should tell me about it immediately so that I can make changes to the text. But judging by the reaction of my readers, followers, messages in my inbox, comments, reblogs and the number of likes, no one was injured or stressed at the time of publication.

This is why I always say that by clicking the "read more" button after reading these warnings, you are shifting all responsibility for your emotional and psychological state onto yourself.

As I have said before, having had a traumatic experience with arachnids, I will never in my life and under any circumstances get involved with anything related to them.

#sugar and sin #bunny questions

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uceyliyahh · 2 days ago

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WRITTEN IN RED

summary: Tamaya tends to keep to herself, only opening up to her best friend. During a tumultuous time with her obsessive ex-boyfriend, Tre, who constantly disrupted her life and pulled her back in whenever it suited him, everything shifted when she unexpectedly crossed paths with Jey.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: depression, stalking, domestic violence, emotional abuse, unprotected sex

word count: 5.5k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good a writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tamaya

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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𝕺𝖒𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 🤍

Today was Tamaya's day off, a much-needed break to unwind at Jey's house. She took the time to stock his refrigerator with plenty of food and drinks. Although she had heard Tre's voice message trying to persuade her to help him out, she firmly decided against it. Tamaya was done with his drama; she craved freedom and happiness away from all the chaos.

She began to feel a pang of longing for Jey, but the thought of receiving a text or FaceTime call from him soon brought a smile to her face. In the meantime, she chose to visit her best friend Sakshi at the hospital to check on her well-being after the incident that occurred a few days earlier.

Upon entering the hospital, she approached the front desk and informed the receptionist that she was there to see her best friend. The receptionist then directed her, saying that Sakshi's room was located on the third floor to the left.

As she made her way to the elevators, she expressed her gratitude to the woman nearby. While waiting for the elevator doors to slide open, she absentmindedly scrolled through her social media feed. To her delight, she spotted a new post from Jey, who was at the gym with his best friend, Bron Breaker. Jey looked absolutely fantastic in the photo.

Dressed in his all-black gym attire that accentuated his thighs, he knew exactly how much she desired him whenever he sported those revealing shorts—he did it intentionally.

‘He looks so good right now knowing he did this shit on purpose just to get me all riled up fucking bastard.’ As the elevator chimed and the doors slid open, she stepped inside, pressed the button for the third floor, and began typing a message to him. She couldn't shake the feeling that he had done it intentionally, just to grab her attention.

At that moment, she received a notification from him on his page, displaying his text message.

uceyjucey: you know you miss me my little angel don’t worry imma see you soon aight?

As the elevator ascended to the third floor, she sighed and rolled her eyes at yet another message from him on Instagram.

uceyjucey: did you take some pictures today? I need something new in my gallery

she chuckled at the message typing back.

babytaytay: yes I did take some pictures today your house is so big pookie

uceyjucey: big enough for the both of us baby lms them pictures mama

babytaytay:

babytaytay: something to keep you motivated

uceyjucey: 🥴 damn baby look at you such a fucking gem I swear I didn’t know you had freckles

babytaytay: they’re very noticeable pookie

uceyjucey: fuck I miss you so bad rn now mamas wanna nut on that pretty ass face 🫠

babytaytay: JOSHUA🫢

uceyjucey: what? I’m behind honest with’chu baby

babytaytay: you’re so horny and nasty get back to doing your work out neow

uceyjucey: aight aight little mama I’ll check up on you later okay?

babytaytay: alrighty pookie 🫶🏼

Tamaya reached the third floor just as the elevator chimed and its doors slid open. Exiting the elevator, she strolled down the hallway, then turned right, making her way to Sakshi’s room.

As she knocked on the door, a soft "come in" reached her ears. Stepping inside, she spotted her best friend propped up in a hospital bed, her thigh wrapped in bandages while she watched TV. They embraced tightly before reluctantly letting go.

“Girl, I thought you forgot about me. Joshua got you wrapped up around his fingers.” Sakshi joked as Tamaya rolled her eyes at her.

“Girl, what the fuck ever. I could never forget about you.” With a laugh, she responded as Tamaya settled onto the sofa beside the window, glancing at what her best friend was viewing. “So how are you holding up? What the doctor say?”

Sakshi’s looked at her, “He said I can come home in two weeks or so I gotta fucking you crutches now, I hate that son of a bitch Maya.” Her voice fell to a soft whisper, almost like a gentle breeze.

“It’s okay I fucking hate Tre too, I promise you I do. can you believe this nigga ask me to bail him out?” Sakshi turned her head so quick when her best friend said that. “He what?”

“Yeah, talking bout some oh I’m sorry for doing this and that to you princess it wasn’t like me bullshit,” Tamaya said as she mocked Tre’s apology.

“That nigga is a damn fool to think you’ll bail him out—he better go ask his people.” Tamaya nodded in agreement with her best friend, feeling incredulous that, of all the people he could have reached out to, he chose her to help him out, attempting to exert some influence over her.

“Have you spoken to your man today?”

Her man?

Tamaya rolled her eyes at her, “yes I talked to him today after I came to see you—I hate him he’s just a teaser bro.”

“But you love it though Maya, you can say that is your nigga now—no doubts bout it.” They hadn’t yet formalized their relationship, and she was patiently hoping for his cue to take that step—so she decided not to assert her claim on him at that moment until he made it official.

He had a unique way of showing his affection—whether it was sending her money, delivering a beautiful bouquet of roses to her doorstep, or even providing funds for her to pamper herself with a manicure. She had never encountered anything like this before; a man who could support her from afar while maintaining their connection.

“He hasn’t made it official yet.” Tamaya replied.

“Well he needs to before I whoop his ass with these fucking crutches.” Sakshi said causing Tamaya to laugh at her best friend silliness.

“Girl, leave that man alone he’ll make it happen I’m sure of it after all he is a man of his word.” Jey consistently demonstrated to her why he is truly exceptional and unlike anyone she had ever known or become accustomed to in her life.

He was an entirely unique presence, a different energy that abruptly entered her life the moment their eyes met at the club, transforming everything in an instant.

“I mean I’m his number one girl after-all.” Tamaya flipped her blonde hair as Sakshi chuckled at her.

“Ya’ll two are something else I swear.”

Jey received the exciting news that he would have a day off from work tomorrow, filling him with joy at the thought of seeing Tamaya. To make it even more special, he decided to surprise her by booking a flight home tonight after Monday Night Raw. While in his locker room, he was scrolling through social media when a text notification caught his eye—it was from Seanna.

Since meeting Tamaya, he has been ignoring Seanna completely, as he no longer viewed her as anything beyond a casual fling.

seanna👎🏽 sent a message

seanna👎🏽: what the fuck Jey you’re just going to ignore me? and now you buying this bitch shit? I thought we had something!

he sighed deeply rubbing his hand against his hair before typing back.

Jey🫠: I told you we were just a fling Seanna I don’t want nothing serious

seanna👎🏽: you don’t want anything serious?? Then wtf was you buying me all of these things for if we weren’t going to be together and then you fucking me? You fucking that bitch you met huh?

Jey🫠: I told you not to get yo’ hopes up and what me nd Tamaya do it’s none of your business

seanna👎🏽: you gonna do the same thing to her huh? Play in her face?

Jey🫠: no I wouldn’t do that to her idk why you have this sort of entitlement towards me when I told you what it was when we met at the strip club

seanna👎🏽: BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE WITH U

Jey🫠: and I told you not to catch feelings for me simple Seanna idk what more do you want from me so please don’t texting my phone with this bs

seanna👎🏽: it’s bc of that bitch! wtf does she have that I don’t Jey huh?!

Jey🫠: I can on and on about what Tamaya has that you don’t but that’s between me and her, she’s my number one girl

seanna👎🏽: I THOUGHT I WAS?

Jey🫠: I never said that now did I? All I can say is me and Tamaya have a lot in common unlike you and I

seanna👎🏽: she’s not better than me and you know it Jey

Jey🫠: wayyy more better than you shawty but if you’re done rambling I got things to do so bye

Jey let out a heavy sigh as he reclined on the sofa, tilting his head back to gaze at the ceiling. "I really shouldn’t have gotten involved with her at the strip club," he muttered to himself.

He realized that his relationship with Seanna was heading for trouble. She had developed feelings for him despite his warning not to, as he was already interested in someone else—Tamaya.

His number one girl.

He was eagerly anticipating their reunion tonight after securing a flight back to Atlanta. As he glanced at his knuckles, still bearing faint bruises from the altercation with her ex-boyfriend Trevon, a surge of anger washed over him. He felt a strong urge to confront Trevon again for the way he had mistreated Tamaya, treating her like she was worthless. The memory of her going unconscious haunted him the most.

He was determined to ensure her safety at all times, even when they were apart—his love for her was unwavering, and he would go to any lengths to keep her secure.

His train of thought was suddenly broken when the door swung open, revealing his twin brother Jimmy. After closing the door, the two exchanged a quick dab before settling into their seats.

“You happy we finally get to have a day off huh?” Jimmy says as Jey nodded his head.

“Yeah, I am actually. I get to see Maya and my son too.” Jey replied.

“Speaking of Maya did you check on her today? How is her best friend doing?”

“I checked up on her earlier today but haven’t asked about Sakshi she’s probably going to tell me that eventually.” Jimmy nodded his head listening to his brother attentively, “so when is y’all two gonna make it official dawg?”

Jey was aware that his brother was about to bring up the crucial topic of his relationship with Tamaya. He was hesitant to dive headfirst into the relationship, fearing it might lead to negative outcomes. Instead, he preferred to take his time, fully appreciating everything she had endured.

“Soon, that’s all I can say about that—I just don’t wanna rush it you know?”

“I understand Uce, I mean hell you just got out a marriage like a couple months ago with Takecia. So I can understand why for the both of you.”

“I love her that’s without a doubt—I knew she was going to be mine.”

Jimmy laughed as he observed his twin brother, noticing that Tamaya had captivated him in a way he hadn't witnessed in quite some time. It reminded him of the connection he felt when Jey was with Takecia, but this time, the bond between Tamaya and Jey felt distinctly unique.

“Then what about Seanna and Tamaya’s crazy ass ex?” Jimmy asked.

“I done told Seanna we not in a relationship but her ass wanna be delusional so imma let her be delusional and as for Tamaya’s ex he just gonna have to run it with me because I’m not letting him lay a finger on her.” He replied while cracking his neck.

“Like I said before be careful dawg, and think about yo’ career dealing with that fool.”

Jey nodded his head, “I will fasho, but c’mon so we can eat I am hungry dawg.” They both got up from their seats dusting off their clothes before heading out the door to grab something to eat from catering.

Tamaya returned to Jey's house, carefully organizing the groceries in the refrigerator. She wanted to ensure that Jey would have something delicious to eat when he got home, fully aware of his love for food. As she was busy with her task, the doorbell rang, prompting her to pause. She wiped her hands and made her way to the door.

As she swung the door open, her eyes fell upon a woman standing there with a boy who resembled Jey. Suddenly, it dawned on her that this was Jey’s ex-wife and their son, Jeyce. She greeted them with a warm smile before saying anything.

“You must be Takecia Jey’s ex wife?” Tamaya said.

“Yes, I am and may I ask who are you?” She replied.

“I’m Tamaya his girlfriend nice to meet you.” She and Takecia exchanged handshakes, and she did the same with Jeyce, who bore a striking resemblance to his father.

As she closed the door behind them, she ushered them both inside and returned to the kitchen to finish organizing the remaining groceries in the refrigerator. In the midst of her task, she overheard Takecia instructing her son Jeyce to go to his room while she and Tamaya engaged in conversation.

“So how did you and him meet?” She begins to say.

Tamaya closed the refrigerator giving Takecia her undivided attention, “we met at a club that my best friend wanted me to go to you know just to get out more and he just came onto me on the dance floor very flirty if you ask me.” Tamaya replied while walking towards the living room with two bottle of waters in her hand.

Takecia chuckled at her, “yeah, that sounds like Josh alright I bet he invited you to a cookout huh with that girl he was with.” Tamaya nodded her head while sitting down across from Takecia.

“Yeah, but he wasn’t really paying attention to her anyways his attention was more onto me.” She explained.

Takecia and Tamaya kept chatting, deepening their connection, and soon Takecia found herself preferring Tamaya's company over Seanna's. In fact, Takecia couldn't tolerate Seanna at all and wished she would stay away, believing that Seanna would negatively impact Jeyce.

Takecia saw Tamaya as a beautiful woman brimming with potential. As a pediatric nurse, Tamaya commanded respect, and Takecia felt confident turning to her whenever her son fell ill.

“Why did y’all get a divorce? He told me his reason I’m curious about yours if I may ask.”

She heard her sighing deeply, “it wasn’t nothing personal just wanted to do different things in our lives especially since gone a lot on the road.”

“Yeah, long distance isn’t for the weak amen?” As they shared a laugh and took another sip of their water, Takecia suddenly asked the question. “you like him?”

Tamaya nearly sputtered her water when she heard his ex-wife pose that question. There was no question about it—she didn’t just like him; she was head over heels in love with him, even if he hadn’t put a label on their relationship yet.

A warm flush spread across her cheeks as she fanned herself, shyly nodding in acknowledgment of her feelings. Deep down, she realized she liked Jey far more than he was aware, especially since she tended to keep her emotions to herself.

“I believe he likes you too, he does talk about you whenever me and him cross paths. You and him remind me of when me and him were in high school together but this feeling is different from what me and Josh had.” Takecia said. “This feeling was something more personal between the two of you.”

Tamaya wasn't mistaken; she and Jey have been deepening their bond both mentally and spiritually. Even though they are currently apart, they continually seek ways to strengthen their personal connection.

“He’s different than what I’m used to you know? He’s literally the definition of something that I am not used to.” Tamaya says as Takecia raised her eyebrows at her.

“Were you in an abusive relationship? U don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

Tamaya smiled at her shaking her head, “it’s fine it’s good that we are getting to know each other.” Tamaya shared her experiences with her former boyfriend Trevon, detailing the troubling events that had unfolded during their relationship. She spoke candidly about the harm he caused her, particularly the incidents that led to her hospitalization.

Takecia's eyes glistened with empathy as she listened to Tamaya recount her struggles, and she felt a swell of pride for Tamaya's strength in overcoming such challenges.

The moment reached a climax when she embraced her, leaving Tamaya stunned, yet she instinctively returned the hug.

“Well, I’m glad you have your best friend and Josh in your corner now after going through all of that.” She says softly.

“I am forever grateful honestly.” Tamaya replied.

Takecia stood up, brushing off her clothes as she reached for her purse. She called out to Jeyce to come downstairs, wanting to say her goodbyes. Once Jeyce arrived, she embraced Tamaya warmly.

“It was so nice meeting you Tamaya hope we can meet up soon.”

“Of course.”

“My son he’s a good kid don’t worry about him.” Tamaya laughed softly, giving a nod as she opened the door for Takecia. As Takecia stepped outside, Tamaya closed the door gently behind her.

After closing the door, she noticed Jeyce lounging on the sofa, engrossed in something on his phone. Eager to leave a positive impression, she approached the sofa, clearing her throat to capture his attention.

As he glanced up, he saw her holding a gaming controller, poised and ready for him to take it so they could dive into the game together.

“What games do you like to play?”

“Anything I can beat you in.”

“Hm, Challenge Accepted.”

At the stroke of midnight, Jey returned to his home in Atlanta. As he drove into the driveway, he noticed the lights were on inside, leading him to believe that Tamaya had left them illuminated for his arrival. He stepped out of the car, luggage in hand, and began to jingle his keys as he approached the door, eager to unlock it and step inside.

Upon doing so, he opened the door and was greeted by the sight of Tamaya and his son engrossed in a game of Mortal Kombat, which warmed his heart.

“Oh! Come on man! You’re cheating Tay!” Jeyce shouted.

“I’m not cheating you just need to get better at the game young man.” Tamaya replied while chuckling.

“Whatever!” Jey closed the door, drawing their attention just as Jeyce rose from the sofa. "Dad!" He embraced his father, completing their signature mini handshake in the process.

Jey locked eyes with Tamaya, who flashed him a warm smile before instructing Jeyce to go upstairs. However, he started to object.

“Dad! I was trying to beat Tay!

“You can beat her tomorrow aight? Now go get ready for bed.” Jeyce nodded his head while waving bye at Tamaya as he headed upstairs to his bedroom.

As Tamaya bent down to turn off the PlayStation and neatly arrange the controllers, she suddenly felt his arms encircle her waist. Startled, she turned to find him standing directly in front of her.

With a natural grace, she lifted herself onto her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck to gently press her lips against his.

“Were you going to tell me when you was coming home?” She asked.

“Nah, I wanted to surprise you with it baby. I see you’ve met my son.” Jey replied.

“Yeah, he’s a sweet young fella just like his daddy.” Jey had laughed softly at her before lifting her by the thighs and carrying her to the sofa, where he settled down, allowing her to straddle his lap.

Tamaya gently threaded her fingers through his curls, savoring their softness, before planting several more kisses on his tender lips, while his hands moved in soothing circles around her backside.

She sensed his hands sliding into her shorts, gripping both of her cheeks, sending a jolt of electricity racing down her spine and straight to her core.

His intense gaze into her eyes stirred a sense of discomfort within her. “I prepared dinner for you; it’s in the fridge,” she said, deliberately steering clear of his eyes until the sound of his chuckle broke the silence.

“I make you nervous don’t I?”

She was reluctant to fully acknowledge that his gaze made her feel nervous, particularly during moments like this when their eyes locked.

“What? N-no you don’t.”

“If I didn’t you wouldn’t be avoiding eye contact with me angel.” He gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet his eyes, savoring the beauty before him—a moment he cherished deeply.

Her breath caught in her throat as her heart raced with anticipation of his next move. He drew her face nearer to his, planting soft, lingering kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. The sensation made her tilt her head back, instinctively granting him greater access.

As he focused on what he was doing, she took the opportunity to tug her shirt over her head, revealing the red matching bra set he had gifted her from Victoria's Secret.

“I see you’re wearing my favorite color today.” Jey commented on.

“I just pick it out pookie.” Tamaya responded as she felt him removing her shorts from her body throwing them somewhere. “Stand up for me baby, lemme’ see how good you looking right now.”

She followed his command, rising from his lap and standing tall as he gazed at her, his eyes roaming over her figure. He licked his lips, then tucked them away—had he truly missed all of this?

She spun gracefully, flaunting her figure, which stirred something within him as he adjusted himself beneath his sweatpants, feeling the pressure of his arousal against his thigh.

He removed his hoodie and shirt, tossing them aside while beckoning her over with a flick of his fingers. As she approached, she settled onto his lap, instantly aware of his firm arousal pressing against her, a vivid reminder of the effect she had on him in that fleeting moment.

“You feel that? Look what you did to me.” Jey's voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill racing down her spine.

“I did this? To you? I didn’t know how dangerous I could be.” Tamaya said with a playful smirk on her lips.

“You’re more than just dangerous angel, tell me sum though. Can you handle all of this dick huh?”

She was uncertain about whether she could manage what he had to offer in bed—having only experienced the roughness of Trevon, she had no idea how Jey approached intimacy.

And here they are tryna figure it out.

She shook her head, acknowledging that it was too much for her to bear, her fingers idly toying with the fabric of her underwear. Jey intertwined his fingers with hers, gazing deeply into her eyes while gently stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “You scared?”

She nodded as she felt him draw nearer, his lips poised to meet hers, providing the reassurance she craved.

“I’ll be gentle baby, lemme’ take care of you. Pull them panties to the side fo’ me mama.” She complied, shifting her panties aside as he started to caress her slick folds, making her tremble at his gentle touch.

He watched her trembling at his touch just by his fingers, “so fucking wet for me already baby?” Jey had lowered his sweatpants along with his PSD boxers, revealing his impressive length—playfully smacking her on the backside, which made her eyes widen in surprise.

He laughed softly at her response, guiding her hand to his aroused member as she seemed unsure about making contact—almost as if she had never done so before.

“You can touch it baby—actin’ like you haven’t touched this dick before.” Tamaya started to glide her hand along his shaft, noticing the pre-cum seeping from the tip, creating a slick and tacky sensation. “Stick it in for me baby I’ll be gentle I promise.” She positioned his robust shaft with her delicate hands at her entrance, then slowly lowered herself onto him, eliciting groans from both of them.

Jey placed his hands on her hips, gently directing her movements as she swayed slowly on his lap. He observed the way her breasts moved with each motion, allowing her to acclimate to his impressive size.

She found her groove as she swayed her hips on his lap, while he showered her neck and cheek with soft, lingering kisses—murmuring provocative words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever heard from a man like him.

“you so fucking wet fo’ me angel, coating my dick up so well with your cream. So fucking good.” Jey groaned in the air.

Tamaya could only whimper as waves of pleasure coursed through her, her body warming from within as his deep, raspy voice whispered in her ear.

He nibbled at her neck, leaving his mark as a declaration that she was his and his alone.

“Talk to me baby, does this feel good?”

She nodded, at a loss for words as he pressed against her cervix, leaving her thoughts clouded and hazy. “Words mama, words.” Jey had pushed his cock deep inside of her as she gasped.

“Y-yes, it feels good. so goood.” He was thrusting her hips against him as the temperature in the room rose, playfully delivering a few smacks to her backside.

“Ride this dick faster mama I know you can take so more from me.” She complied, biting her lower lip and quickening her pace, hoping that his son was unaware of the sounds echoing from downstairs, where their moans and groans filled the living room.

The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air—Jey's hand moved down to grasp her backside, assisting her as she rhythmically moved on him.

She started to feel a fiery ache in her thighs as she rode him with increasing intensity, yearning for that sweet release. Jey's fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her backside, steering her rhythm with every powerful thrust.

He was penetrating her soft walls with such skill that it left her breathless, as if she were seeing stars. The slickness of her arousal enveloped him, allowing for a smooth rhythm as he moved in and out effortlessly.

“F—fuckk ouuu fuck.” Tamaya moaned softly.

“Mhm, you ain’t use to this huh baby?” Jey grunted.

She shook her head, locking eyes with him, aware that all she could see reflected in his gaze was raw desire. Her body responded instinctively, her core fluttering as he pressed against her, his length rhythmically stimulating her from within, repeatedly brushing against her cervix and causing her walls to tighten around him.

“I-it’s so big…Joshua…it’s t-too much…”

“too much? but you taking it like a big girl mamas, you doing a great job for daddy.” The way he was praised her just turned her own even more.

She started to sway her hips rhythmically, savoring the sensation of him deeply embedded within her, prompting him to lean back against the sofa in pleasure. “Fuckkk Maya just like that girl, keep riding this dick. This dick is all yours mama.” He groaned.

She kept swaying her hips, allowing the tip of his cock to brush against her very essence—gripping his shoulders tightly as she surrendered to the moment, feeling as though she was dissolving into him. A wave of sensation washed over her, sending a flutter through her stomach as her thighs trembled.

“J-Joshua…I’m finna cum…” Tamaya let out a soft whimper as she felt his powerful arms encircle her waist, their bodies pressed tightly together, immobilizing her. He began to thrust upward from below, delivering deep, rhythmic strokes that made her cry out his name.

Her arms clung to his neck as he drove into her, pushing her through waves of pleasure. With her eyes rolling back in ecstasy, she felt her body quiver around him, causing her to tighten once more in response to his movements.

“Yo’ pretty ass is mine, all fucking mine.” He cooed, His hips continued to move with a steady rhythm, and he lowered his hand to shift her panties aside, creating even more access for himself. “You mines baby? Huh?”

Words eluded her as she struggled to articulate her thoughts, quickly becoming disoriented while he continued to move beneath her. “yes. I’m y-yours, daddy it’s coming…” she managed to gasp out between thrusts.

She sensed her climax intensifying with each thrust, the pressure against her cervix sending waves of pleasure that left her head spinning.

The image of Jey's member enveloped in a delicate white sheen left him feeling lightheaded. “I know angel, I know. Keep taking this dick for me.” He kissed her neck gently as she whimpered at the feeling.

She couldn’t take it anymore, “daddyyyy! It’s coming!! Ouuu fuckkk!” She cried out as she came down on him one final time, a sensation washing over her like a tidal wave. Her essence flowed over him, drenching his lap in a warm cascade, reminiscent of a river in full bloom.

He gazed down at the chaos she had created on him, her head resting on his chest while he thrust his hips upward, pursuing his climax. His hands remained firmly on her backside, driving into her soft walls, producing wet, squelching sounds with each movement.

As his movements grew increasingly frantic and intense, he sensed himself drifting away—teetering on the edge of madness while being enveloped by her.

“I’m finna nut mama, fuckkk.” Jey growled.

Jey thrust into her one final time before withdrawing, his hand moving rhythmically along his shaft as waves of his release erupted like a volcanic explosion. A deep, primal moan escaped his lips in the midst of it all.

He continued to pleasure himself, ensuring he released every last drop, then rested his hand on Tamaya's back. His chest rose and fell as he struggled to regain his breath, gazing down at Tamaya, who was already meeting his eyes with an eager expression.

A grin spread across his face as he bent down to plant a few kisses on her lips before gently pulling back.

“Was I rough on you?” Jey asked softly.

Tamaya sat up straight, her fingers gliding through his tousled mullet as she shook her head in disbelief.

“No, it was perfect Joshua.” Tamaya replied as she kissed his lips once more.

“Good, c’mon let’s go take a shower together.”

Tamaya and Jey, fresh from their shared shower, nestled together in bed. She curled up against his chest, feeling cozy and warm, while he casually browsed through his social media on his phone, preparing to wind down for the night.

He watched as Tamaya slept soundly against his chest, her soft snores eliciting a gentle chuckle from him. Just then, he noticed her phone ringing on the bedside, charging quietly. He carefully reached for it, taking great care not to disturb her slumber.

The moment he glanced at the caller ID, his entire demeanor shifted.

Tre💔 is calling…

Jey lifted the phone to his ear, eager to hear what he had to express to her.

This is from the Atlanta County Jail please press one if you want to answer the call.

Jey had pressed the number.

Tre💔: Princess? I’ve been trying to call you all damn day don’t tell me you’re still with his bitch ass I know he gone leaving you alone all by yourself—but I’m sorry for what I did can you please just bail me out? Please I’m sorry maybe if that Samoan wasn’t in the way or involved I wouldn’t have done it please

Jey let out a sinister laugh as he listened to Tre desperately pleading and trying to twist the situation to avoid bail, completely unaware that Jey was on the other end of the line.

Jey: you done begging like a bitch?

It caught Tre off guard hearing Jey’s voice in the background.

Tre💔: you bitch ass nigga! You got me in this fucking jail! Locked up!

Jey: boo fucking hoo that’s not my fault maybe if you didn’t tie up my girl and stab her best friend you wouldn’t be in here in there first place no would you?

Tre💔: fuck you! When I get out imma come and fucking kill you that way Tamaya will be mine forever!

Jey: I like to see you try but stop calling her phone begging for her to bail you out because it ain’t happening

Jey concluded the call and gently returned Tamaya's phone to its charger. He noticed her stirring in her sleep, prompting him to pull her closer against his chest.

He pressed his lips gently to her temple and then said, “Tamaya, I love you. I will keep you safe, no matter the cost.”

‘I'd take away the pain, I'd give you everything I just wanna see you win, wanna see’

‘ It go in (When you), out (Ride it), do it real slow (Slide) Baby, you a star, strike, pose When I'm (When you), with you (With me), everything goes (Slow)’ - luther kendrick lamar ft SZA

WRITTEN IN RED

a/n: heyy guys so yeah I have been having a mental battle with my fanfics lately wondering if they’re good enough yk? But what do you guys think will happen next?

I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below ⬇️

STAY UCEY.

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unholyhelbig · 4 hours ago

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Hi,

I love the fics and honestly think you’re one of the amazing writers in here.

I was wondering about the Wandanat x reader fic the beast you’ve made of me, I was wondering if there will be more parts ? As I read the last part there is on there and I wanna know what happens next

Center picture Cred: Jadiakallisti

Title: The Beast You've Made of Me [Part 5/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Wordcount: 4,212

Summary: When reader wakes up in her own grave, she's suddenly aware of a past that spans lifetimes, but she's not the only one. Two Avengers are tasked with keeping readers past a secret, or at the very least, controlled.

Warnings: Blood, cannon-typical violence, mentions of pain, sweating, general mentions of pain, gun use, horrible grammar I don't proof read we know this

[a/n: hi! God, it's been months. I had a bit of writers block when it came to this one but I'm back on my Wandanat bullshit, so thank you all for your patience. Not sure how I'm feeling about this one.]

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The Avengers compound had an extensive library that was settled with a thin layer of dust. Most of the editions were well past your time this go around. Not the dozens of other lives you had suffered through. The spines were bound in genuine leather and the pages crackled when you pulled them apart. You would wager that no one had been here for a long time, at least, not in the last decade.

Wanda’s hazel eyes tracked you from left to right, and then left again, as you paced the carpeted floor. Large stretches of golden sunlight were interrupted by her shadow, her silhouette suffering your constant movement. It was warm in here, much too warm for your liking. Your skin felt damp.

“Okay, you’re making me nauseous.”

Wanda had stood up during your last lap and you ran directly into her. Every spot where her skin touched yours burned viciously and you were thankful for the already present heat masking your blush. The Witch gently closed the book and you reluctantly let her take it from you.

“I fear that Grimms Fairytales are not going to be of much assistance here, darling girl.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but snapped your jaw audibly shut. Darling girl was bold. Sure, she’d sprinkled a few leg-weakening pet names in there, but this nearly seemed deliberate. Your mind was swimming too much to hold onto that life raft at the moment, so you let out an indignant huff.

Wanda had been tasked with watching you. Steve didn’t say it outright, but you knew that Thor’s visit had him shaken, figuring that if the woman in front of you could deliver some tilting blows to Thanos himself, she could probably handle you.

Natasha was buzzing with anger, nearly vibrating out of her skin. Her wife didn’t’ make a move to comfort her, explaining to you that when Natasha got like this, it was better not to poke the bear with a stick unless she wanted to lose a hand, or both.

It left the two of you in the library that had considerably less answers than you were anticipating. The mythology section of the collection was empty save for the book that Wanda had just pried from your hands. The only wolf had gobbled up a poor, defenseless grandmother before stealing her nightgown.

She watched you carefully for a few moments before she adjusted the pillow on a window seat and sat until she looked relatively comfortable. She’d taken your only distraction from the pain that still ebbed against your side from broken glass. You started to fidget.

“Come here.”

“What?”

She sighed and patted her lap, like the answer should have clicked in your head right away. It certainly didn’t. Not only were you searching her face, but your own mind for what she wanted you to do.

“When was the last time you slept?”

“This morning. I almost took you and Natasha out in the non-date kind of way.”

She scoffed again, murmuring a simple ‘come here, then.’ That left no room for argument. Your body seemed to give in when you sat next to her on the cushion, shoulders slumping with exhaustion. God- maybe you were tired.

Wanda guided you gently until your head was laying on her lap. You breathed in her scent, like fresh rain over lilacs. She carried the same floral shampoo that Natasha did, but somehow, it hung sweeter on her skin. You were tense, relaxing under her nimble fingers as she started to glide them in a steady rhythm through your hair.

A content sigh, laced with the smallest bit of a growl, escaped you as you finally gave in and curled closer to her. You could feel your eyes grow heavy, the comfort of her simple touch settling over you like a blanket.

“Go ahead and sleep, baby.”

“m’don’t want to hurt you,”

“You won’t.” Wanda assured, “I’ll protect you.”

Affection bloomed from the center of your chest. You turned your head, looked up at her. There was so much care in her gaze. She smiled softly down at you, moved her fingers across the small scar under your right eye, a constant reminder of crumbled ice on a fateful day.

“Don’t give me that look. I mean it. Close your eyes, sweetheart. I’ll keep the memories at bay.”

Her reassurance seemed to be enough for you to give in to the remaining exhaustion, your cheek back against the soft fabric of her pants, breathing in that intoxicating scent. Wanda’s fingers continued to trace patters at the small of your neck, through your hair. You swore, you heard her release a hum in a melody you couldn’t place, before you allowed yourself to sleep.

Wanda Maximoff had known pain before. It attracted like a magnet, dutifully dragging the metal of unwanted memories back to the surface each time she got too close. She’d been good, she’d been bad, and most of the time, she conceded to being both. There was a thin line that she threaded, and Natasha Romanoff loved her immensely on either side.

There was anguish radiating off you in waves. She felt the emotion in her fingertips where they met your skin, so soft and pale with exhaustion. This was the first time in the last two weeks that she had seen an expression of peace across your features, and she quite liked the image.

The witch could feel your curse pulsing through your veins, just as much as she could feel your warm weight against her lap. You let out the softest bit of a whimpered breath and snuggled closer, as if she were your liferaft on a choppy sea.

She was growing exhausted herself. While she’d had a certain fondness for her godly teammate, his sneering display in the conference room had left her rattled. The sun that flowed through the room was warming her, but not to an uncomfortable degree. She leaned back on the window and closed her eyes, listening to the sounds of your steady breathing.

“You need to wake up, miss.” Wanda was leaden with sleep, eyes heavy and taking in lungful’s of grassy scent. The ground beneath her was damp, but soft, so she pressed her cheek closer to the moisture and tried to bat away the presence pestering her.

“Please, I’ll take no pleasure in leaving you. Not with it out here.”

It. Such a simple, yet vague word that ebbed away at the last of the tiredness that plagued her. Since she was a girl, even before the poking and prodding of Hydra’s sadistic minds, she could tell the difference between a dream, and reality.

Life had a haze to it, a softness around the edges that her dreams rivaled. They felt all the more real than her daily endeavors, and at first, that sent a steel rod of fear through Wanda. But, she’d grown to love the control she held over her dreams. They all meant something, perhaps more than her waking hours.

When she sat up, her head rushed with blood with a comfortable and familiar whoosh. The person kneeling next to her was a stranger. A slight thing with dark skin and cornflower eyes. They blinked curiously at Wanda. A long and scruffy beard hung from their chin, full of small flowers, embedded in the curls. They had a feminine figure, a masculine expanse of shoulders.

They smirked at her. “You do not have to stare, miss. I am well aware of what I look like.”

“No, that’s not… I didn’t. You’re lovely.”

Blush had found its way to Wanda’s cheeks, and she allowed herself to be pulled to her shaky feet by the stranger. They smelled of sugar, and the slightest hint of cinnamon that reminded Wanda of a kitchen after a meal had been cooked. They smiled more genuinely this time, and the tension seemed to exit the conversation as soon as it had entered.

“What’s your name?” Wanda asked.

They frowned. “I don’t think I have one anymore. Now, we really do need to get a move on. Do you hear the thunder?”

She didn’t hear a thing past the bubbling stream and the desperate squawks of birds’ way up in the trees. These woods were lovely, but she had no time to ponder them. The nameless stranger took long strides towards their destination, and while Wanda hadn’t a clue what they were running from, she didn’t want to stick around and find out.

The stranger seemed to know where they were going, hopping easily over logs, and letting their bare toes curl into the dampness of the stream. Wanda’s fingers brushed across leaves, and rough tree bark. Though the compound was surrounded by forest, it was much too manufactured. This was wild, this made her want to howl into it’s silence.

“The beast has been pulling against us lately,” they explained, reaching a hand out and helping Wanda over a large, smooth boulder that had been warmed expertly by the sun. “For decades, we’ve known peace in our own right. As peaceful as one can be against their will. As far as prisons go, this is a beautiful one.”

Snowcapped mountains stretched far into the sky, into the endlessness of nature. She’d been imprisoned and this did not seem like one. There was room to roam, there were crops, and animals that stalked through the same trees they did. She had no right to judge-however- dreaming or not, their struggle was not her own.

“Come, I am not alone.”

Wanda was lulled with kindness, and well aware that nothing could hurt her here. She followed the Stranger to a small cabin that cut through the clearing in the forest. A stone well was nearby, as was the looming skeletal structure of a barn, slanted and rotten through.

The Stranger knocked and did not wait for an answer before pushing her way into the home. The same scent they carried bombarded Wanda with warmth. Oil lamps, and books were strewn about. It was cluttered, but comfortable. A fire crackled in a stone hearth, and a large-bearish man turned towards them, a book dwarfed within his paws.

A woman was at the stove, slowly turning a stews content around. She flicked glowing green eyes in their direction, lilting her head like a curious feline. Her movements were catlike and calculated, teeth pointed into little knives.

“They do not have names either.” The Stranger nodded solemnly.

“How long have you been here?” Wanda asked.

The bear man responded in his deep, jaded voice “Forever.”

“The dwarves, they tricked us. All of us.” The cat woman scooped broth, potatoes and carrots into separate bowls, the yellow steam curling around the oil lamp and it’s flickering flame. She frowned. “Something from each stolen in order to prevent Ragnarök.”

Wanda had heard that before. Thor said it; the second coming, an apocalypse of Asgard. It was the catalyst for your imprisonment in the first place. She was having trouble grasping the purpose of the stranger, of the cat woman and the bear man, and the place her conscious was lingering in now.

“Their chains were not strong enough. They needed elements from nature to make binds that would hold a Beast as large and dangerous as the one that they feared.”

Bear man hoisted himself from the sofa in front of the fire. He wedged a crutch under his arm that Wanda had not noticed at first. He walked with a limp and loomed above her, covered in hair, claws as long as her fingers. She gazed up at him, suddenly surrounded.

“The sound of a cat’s footfall, the beard of a woman, the roots of a mountain, the sinews of a bear, the breath of a fish, and the spittle of birds.” The Stranger explained. They plopped down in a creaky kitchen chair, reached for the stew before the Cat woman batted their hand away.

“All of that… for chains?”

The Stranger sneered, plucking a flower from their beard and plopping the color in the middle of the bland stew. “It’s worked, hasn’t it?”

When she stirred, the sun had lowered significantly from its point in the sky. A sorbet glow moved across the discarded book of mythology and a blanket had been draped over her shoulders. She woke gently, as she always did, with a certain degree of elegance that evaded most of the avengers.

Natasha was at the one table in the room, her chin resting on her folded arms. She’d been watching Wanda for some time now; the slow rise and fall of her chest, the comfortable expression on her face while she held you. She still held you now, her grip tightening in her own sleep.

Adoration had replaced the anger in Natasha’s eyes from earlier in the day. Though, her knuckles were wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, a clear sign that she had taken most of her frustrations out on a punching bag in the gym without the proper precautions. Wanda fought the urge to press her lips against them, to soothe the pulsing pain.

“She’s really taken a liking to you,” Natasha whispered. Her voice held no malice, no jealousy. It was like a soothing balm, despite the small frown that formed against her features. “I put myself between her and a literal God today. A friend.”

“It’s naive of us to think of her as helpless.”

You were curled so easily into Wandas side, soft snores escaping you. Your fingers had found purchase in the fabric of the blanket, pulling it close, wrapping yourself up. It was the most peaceful she had seen you since you’d met. She ached to hold you in the same way, but swallowed the feeling in exchange for letting you rest.

“In the atrium the other day, she couldn’t take a punch. I think this version of her is helpless. If what Thor is saying is true, then she could bring about the apocalypse.”

“Yes, in Asgard.”

Natasha breathed out, traced her fingers over the soiled gauze. She couldn’t look Wanda in the eye when she used this pleading tone. She would fold for her wife, and fold for the girl that she held in her arms. They were much too persuasive.

“Do you blame her? She was prosecuted simply because of her lineage. The whole family was. I don’t think Loki is a good guy, especially after what he did. But when you’re born into a world that thinks you’re a bastard, a mistake, and treats you like one, it’s easy to fall into the projected legends, don’t you think?”

The spy let the statement linger. Her entire life she was trained to be a killer to the point where her own thoughts were blurred into nothing but a red ledger. It had taken Clint Barton to pull her out, one single person to rip her from a life of killing. Maybe you just needed someone to care.

A small, content whimper escaped you, and Natasha looked at the way the golden sunset highlighted your features. You’d pressed yourself even closer to Wanda, if that was possible. The Witch stared at you with a soft gaze.

“What do you suggest we do, darling?” Natasha asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“They are going to bring the fight to us, stop at nothing until they have her back in chains.” Wanda frowned, a small crinkle of frustration smoothing against her nose. “We bring the fight to them. We fell Asgard before they can fell us.”

Natasha’s warmth was inevitable as she adjusted your stance. Her amber scent filled your lungs stronger than it ever had before. All of your senses were on fire. Every inch of her lean figure was pressed against your back. She gently corrected your hips, aligning them with the target.

She was taller than you by a few inches, her breath hot on your cheek and smelling oaky. You struggled not to sigh into her. That would be wrong. She was Wanda’s wife, and they were in a committed and happy relationship.

They both flustered you beyond comprehension. Wanda had her soft touches and her commanding tone. Natasha with her assured guidance and rumbling voice. The pet names, and the lingering hands had you reeling.

“Okay, kitten, it’s important to keep your arms slightly bent.” Her hands trailed down your arm, sending shivers that you couldn’t suppress up your spine. You could feel her grin, whole body flushing with soft pink color. “Good girl. Now you’re going to aim slightly left of your target and gently squeeze the trigger. You’re going to get some kickback, so watch your nose.”

You pulled in a steadying breath. Natasha’s hands wandered around your waist and to your stomach. Again, she corrected your stance. It was ever-so-subtle. You closed your eyes for a short moment, trying to focus before pulling the trigger.

It was loud, making your ears ring. The kickback was rough against your wrist, but Natasha held you steadily. The fact that she was holding you at all made you dizzy. You’d blown a few holes through the target at the far end of the range, all just south of the belt.

“Well,” She chuckled, leaning her chin against your shoulder. “That’s one way to do it. Not necessarily fatal, but I’m sure they’ll wish it was.”

You crinkled your nose and set the gun safely down as she had instructed. Everything about it felt unnatural but you wished for her to keep holding you close as she was. You knew that she was trying her best. Both she and Wanda were. But guns weren’t your thing. Neither was hand to hand combat or the blood tests, or the stretching days of sleep deprivation.

You were aching for your routines with Jennifer in the legal offices and the shitty lifetime movies and the sodium-filled takeout that the two of you would indulge in over box wine. All things that you took for granted. All things that you ached so heavily for you could cry. It was a pit in your stomach so dense you could almost feel it.

In fact, you could feel something. A cold sweat that you attributed to the proximity of Natasha started to collect in the palms of your hands and the small of your neck. But it was quickly spreading.

Natasha seemed to notice, moving her hands to your hips and frowning at you. “You alright, volchitsa?”

“I don’t like guns,” You swallowed the muted nausea, leaning your back against the nearest wall, reveling in the coolness. “Is it hot in here?”

“No, but you’re burning up.”

She was a spy. You don’t know how you thought you could get one over on her or ignore the sudden turn of your stomach, not when a sharp pain ripped through your middle and dropped you to a knee with an indignant huff. Sweat dripped off the tip of your nose. She stabilized you with a swiftness that only she could.

“I can’t quite seem to stop embarrassing myself in front of you, can I?” You whimpered out.

“No, you really can’t.” Natasha carded her fingers through damp hair, the motion soothing. “You going to knock out on me? Go to another time period?”

You grit your teeth, tucked your head “Don’t think so, this is different.”

It was different. Something was clawing deep within you, wanting to get out. The arm that wasn’t holding you up found purchase around your midsection as if it were trying to keep your insides in. She saw the desperation in your eyes. Must have, because you were moved back to the safety of your room.

You were not delusional. It was a prison cell, a fancier version of the holding container that they’d kept you in before. It was meant to keep you in just as much as it was meant to keep everyone else out. Natasha had tucked the gun in the back of her pants before leading you back here. Carrying you, perhaps. You’d been too disoriented to know.

“It’s… hot” You said again, curled in on yourself at the edge of the bed “You don’t think it’s hot?”

Before she could answer you were pulling your shirt off, pleased by the temporary relief that it granted you. Then the jeans and the socks. This left you in a pair of tight boxer shorts and a sports bra. The lights were too bright and your skin felt like it was crawling.

“FRIDAY.” Natasha called out, tracking you carefully “Can I get a reading on vitals, please?”

A mechanical voice recalled. “Body temperature: 232 Fahrenheit, Heart Rate: 325 BPM.”

“Perfect. Please send Wanda down right away.” Natasha dragged her gaze up and down your mostly nude body. “I believe I’ll need my wife’s assistance.”

“Right away, Mrs. Romanoff.” FRIDAY responded. “Temperature is now reading 245 Fahrenheit.”

Stupid fucking robot.

You’d turned on your side now, the sheets beneath you saturated in sweat. Your breaths had changed from soft pants to deep growls of discomfort. All you could feel was heat and sharp pains. This is what you had imagined death to feel like. These horrible waves of discomfort that were never ending.

“I think,” You turned your face into the mattress fully, snarling something deep and wild. Natasha’s hand was on your back as a grounding force. “fuck.”

“What is it baby?” She was pleading with you. A brokenness in her voice that you’d never heard from her before. One that you wanted to stop. You wanted everything to stop. “How can I help you?”

“You need to… leave… don’t want to hurt you.”

You repeated the same sentiment that you had with her wife just hours before. Natasha wanted to deny you. Of course, you wouldn’t hurt her. But then your spine shifted under her palm. Each vertebrae seemed to quake and clack together as if a handler had moved the handle of a whip at the base. You groaned and clenched your fingers into the fluff of the mattress at the motion. You were in insurmountable pain, and she could do nothing to stop it except obey.

“Okay,” Natasha whispered, not sure of herself. “Okay. I’ll be right outside that door. FRIDAY will monitor. Helen is on her way.”

She got a choked groan in response. Willing herself to leave was difficult. Closing the door behind her was worse. She found herself in the same observation room that was mute to your screams. Deep in her gut, she knew what was happening. It was logical. It was in all the horror movies. It would be impossible to witness much less go through.

Wanda burst through the corridor, her socks skidding on the linoleum. Natasha softened her crash landing with her shoulder, didn’t try to push her back but kept her from going further. She’d learned long ago that telling Wanda not to do something would get her nowhere. It would set her back ten paces, perhaps even twenty.

“What’s happening? propustite menya, ya khochu yeye uvidet'.”

Natasha shook her head, resolute. “It’s better if you don’t. She’s in pain.”

“And you’re out here?” a raw type of accusation surged through Wanda’s words, she moved to pushed past Natasha again, was stopped once more. She could overpower her wife, but knew better not to. Instead, nailing her with an exasperated glare. “Why?”

“She asked me not to, begged me. Y/n just figured out what she is and now it’s coming to the surface. She wants to lick her wounds in peace. We should grant her that at the very least, even if we want to storm in there and nurse her through it.” Natasha’s voice cracked, she blinked, looked away dejectedly. “She knows we’re here. Right here.”

Wanda crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unhappy, but conceding. She stalked over to the viewing window guiltily. Natasha felt as if you were more of an animal than ever, trapped within these four walls.

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, baby?” She couldn’t peel herself from the door, had her eyes clenched shut. There was a pounding headache.

“Where the fuck is she?”

That got her away from the wall, pressing her fingers up against the window, breath fogging the glass. Wanda was true to her word. The bed was empty. The containment unit was empty. The entire room was visible from where the two of them stood.

“FRIDAY I need a location on y/n?” She was met with silence, tepid green eyes meeting Wanda’s with nothing short of fear. “FRIDAY?”

With a fizzled snap, the lights flickered out, plunging the two of them into darkness. Natasha felt her heart in her throat for a single moment. A fearful and tense moment that instantly dried her throat in the pitch black. Her forehead thumped against the glass in annoyance. In defeat.

Behind the glass, something that suddenly seemed as thin as paper, two glowing eyes stared unblinkingly at her. Tracking her in ways that she could not track back. Warm breath fogged up the divider. She could feel it, touch it

“Shit” Natasha drew out the word. “Do you think she’s pissed I keep calling her kitten?”

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