#jimmy oneshot

[dvskf4llz]

Hey!! I saw that ur requests were open and i had something in mind if u dont mind

Could you do a s2 Jimmy Solidarity x reader who had previously died from the dsmp? Like after their canon death there, someone from the dsmp sent them off and into the empires, where they met and fell in love with the sheriff

Here you go!! This took a bit of a while to write xd. I apologize if this is not what you wanted.

(I had to rewatch the manburg festival bc I forgot what happened during that time.)

𝓢2!𝓢𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

My Sheriff ♡

Warnings: This oneshot will include the following: kissing, swearing, violence, panic attack, murder. If you're are not comfortable with these things the dni.

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Manburg's Festival was happening tomorrow. The ex-president and your brother figure, Wilbur was telling you not to join them in the war since you were on your last life. You 2 started arguing while the others were watching not sure if they should step in or not.

" You are not joining us [Name]! It's too risky!" Wilbur yelled at you, even if he was insane he still cared a lot for you.

" Will I'm not a child anymore! I can protect myself! Just because I'm on 1 life left doesn't mean I'll die out there!" You yelled back at Wilbur

" Should we stop them?" Tommy whispered to Technoblade

" Nahh, I wanna see how [Name] will win." Technoblade whispered back

You 2 were arguing for about 10 minutes until Wilbur decided to give up and let you join them.

" Fine [Nickname], but you better stay near one of us. Don't go running off fighting alone." Wilbur sighed, You lifted your fist in the air

" Don't worry Will, I won't!" You had said excitedly

The next day, you were getting ready for the festival making sure not to forget anything.

" Ok Enchanted Netherite armour, check! Enchanted Netherite sword, check! Golden Apples, check! Emergency Netherite Sword, check! Enchanted Netherite pickaxe, check! Enchanted Netherite axe, check! Potions, check! Bow and arrows, check! Trident, check! Now that should be everything!" You were happy since you didn't forget anything, you were also happy because your other brother figure, Technoblade was kind enough to supply you with some of the items you had just checked off. You heard loud knocking and yelling, you figured it was Tommy, your younger brother figure. You went to the door and opened it and saw Tommy, Tommy holding a excited and determined face.

" Are you ready [Nickname]?!" Tommy shouted excitedly, you chuckled

" Yes Tommy I am." you replied while slightly chuckling

" Well let's go woman!" Tommy pulled you running towards Pogtopia. You see you didn't really live in manburg nor did you live in any of the other nations, you were simply just outside all of the nations (though you originally lived in l'manburg you just moved out When Manburg became a thing). When you two arrived, you saw Wilbur and Technoblade talking with each other. You couldn't really hear them but you figured they were just talking about the plan.

" GUYS [Nickname]'S HERE!!" Tommy had yelled, the two looked over at Tommy and you. You waved at them and they went over to you two, Wilbur and Technoblade started bombarding you with questions such as: ' Are you fully ready? ', ' Are you sure you wanna do this? ', ' Do you have everything on you? ' ' Do I need to collect more stuff first? '. You sighed,

" I'm okay guys, You don't need to worry too much about me." You had said to them, they stopped talking and looking at each other with concerned faces. They then just shrugged and looked back at you,

" If you're really sure then." Technoblade said, Wilbur checked his watch and realized manburg's festival is gonna start soon.

" Well we better get going." Wilbur walked outside with the rest of you following him.

Once you arrived there, the 4 of you got off your horses. You and Technoblade went to where the festival was, while Tommy and Wilbur watched from afar. When you and Techno got there you immediately got tackled into a hug by none other than Tubbo, your other younger brother figure.

" [Nickname]!!! You're here!!!!" He said while grinning widely, you giggled and ruffled his hair

" I couldn't miss this chance to see you and my friends again." You hugged him back, you heard 2 gasps nearby. You looked and saw Niki and Fundy, Tubbo had pulled away then Niki and Fundy ran over to you and and hugged you while you almost stumbled

" [Name]!!! I can't believe you're here!" Niki said, Both of the two hugged you tighter.

" O-ok not too- tight I can't breathe-" You had said while trying to breathe, they immediately pulled away and asked if you were ok. You answered them it was fine, then Niki and Fundy made you and Techno follow them to play some games. Of course you and Techno started showing off your cool moves with your guys' tridents, you could hear Tommy and Wilbur mocking you and Techno through the earpiece you had and you sent them a death glare to where the said boys were hiding at they immediately stopped after.

After about half an hour it was time for Tubbo's speech, Tubbo had did your guys' sign language and he had signed his conversation with Tommy and Wilbur, You signed back signing that he should make his own decision and for him to really think about it. You guys smiled and nodded at each other, you and Techno went to sit beside each other. After a few minutes you heard the mic turn on and Schlatt started speaking in a weird voice, on the stage Tubbo can be seen trying to fix Schlatt's mic while in the audience Niki is just yelling at Schlatt.

You had a bored-looking expression on your face, Techno noticed and whispered to you if you were ok, you whispered back with a yep and Techno just nodded. After Schlatt's mic was fixed he started speaking about how he likes to make fun of Tubbo and you had frowned at that, but he did mention the fact that without Tubbo the festival wouldn't have happened, you felt proud of Tubbo for being this amazing to do something like this.

When Schlatt finished talking he let Tubbo speak and Techno yelled ' WOOO! STATE SECRETS! ' you nudged him and got him to stop, Tubbo then started his speech when he mentioned something Schlatt had said then everyone started cheering except you and Techno, Techno was yelling ' Boooooo! ' while you were just sitting there quietly.

" Schlatt has successfully washed all of the insects of our great nation! " Tubbo said, your eyes widened and you frowned

' The fuck is that supposed to mean Tubbo? ' You thought to yourself while Tubbo was continuing his speech

" Ladies and gentlemen I'd like you to look around - " Tubbo said before you cleared your throat loudly and raised your eyebrow, Tubbo realized and immediately corrected himself

" And others. As I was saying, I'd like you to look around at what we've built today, look at each other. All of this thanks to democracy and the leadership of Jschlatt! " Tubbo had said, you just rolled your eyes at the ending of his speech while everyone else was cheering

After a few more words you realized Tubbo was gonna say it, you leaned forward from your chair waiting for Tubbo to say it

" Let the festival Begin!" Tubbo had finally said it, your eyes widened and you smiled. You were kinda supportive of Manburg blowing up, sure you lived there but you didn't really mind since you were thinking the same as Wilbur, If we can't have it then, no one can.

You looked at where Wilbur and Tommy were and you saw Wilbur smiling and Tommy with wide eyes, Wilbur looked at you and you both nodded at each other knowing what Wilbur was about to do. You saw Wilbur run off to the button, you looked back at the stage seeing Schlatt and Quackity jailing Tubbo? You were confused but that changed when you heard Schlatt saying he knew Tubbo was working with Pogtopia, your eyes widened knowing what was going to happen to Tubbo.

You were panicking in the inside but somehow managed to now show it, Technoblade was called by Schlatt. You and Techno were confused but Techno went anyways, you were just watching him go to the stage. You looked away and saw Wilbur trying to find the button, you got your communicator out and texted Wilbur if he's okay; he replied immediately saying the button is gone, your eyes widened and you looked back at the stage to see Techno pointing his loaded crossbow at Tubbo. Schlatt was telling Techno to shoot Tubbo, you knew Techno was getting really pressured and the voices were probably telling him to do it. You were really nervous for Tubbo and was about to message Techno when you heard the fireworks. Your hands immediately covered your ears when all of a sudden you saw a firework going towards you, the last thing you saw was Techno carrying you while Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur behind.

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Meanwhile with Techno, Tubbo, Tommy and Wilbur....

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The 4 boys tried everything they can to see if you would wake up but it was no use, you were dead.

Tommy and Tubbo were sobbing while Niki was comforting them, Techno had tears in his eyes but couldn't be seen because of his mask, while Wilbur was just angry.

" WHY DID YOU SHOOT THEM TECHNO?! THEY WERE ON THEIR LAST LIFE!" Wilbur yelled at Techno, Techno looked towards Wilbur

" I DIDN'T MEAN TOO! I WAS UNDER PRESSURE!" Techno yelled back at him, Tommy stood up

" FIRST TUBBO THEN [NAME]?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TECHNO!?!" Tommy shouted while tears dropping from his eyes, Techno looked at him offended

" I TOLD YOU I WAS UNDER PRESSURE!" Techno had said angrily while tears also dropping from his eyes

The 3 started arguing with Wilbur and Tommy against Techno while Niki and Tubbo were trying to calm them down, what they didn't know was that something was going on with [Name].

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With [Name]....

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You woke up, you looked around and saw you were in a... Throne room?.... You stood up and looked around, until you heard a distorted voice

" Hello [Name].." you looked around and saw a figure, you couldn't tell who it was since they were wearing a Green Hood and a white mask over their face. You did notice that they had wings and what seems to be a halo.

" Who are you and how do you know my name? Also uhm, where am I?" you asked with a raised eyebrow

" To answer your questions, you are dead and you're in the underworld, I am DreamXD, God of life (or whatever he's the god of)." DREAMXD had said

" Wait I'm dead?" you asked

" Yes, You died from a firework. You were sent here because you're going to be sent somewhere else." XD replied, you were confused when he said that you were going to be sent somewhere else. That quickly changed when you started to get light-headed, the last thing you saw was XD reading a book and snapping his fingers. You passed out.

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Moments later....

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- U/N Joined the game. -

You landed on the ground while passed out, the Emperors/Empress' checked their commuincator and saw the notification. Everyone was confused on who was U/N.

Sheriff Jimmy offered to go to spawn to see who it is and the others agreed. Jimmy walked to spawn to see (h/c) person passed out on the ground, Jimmy rushed over to them and carried them. Jimmy then brought the person back to TumbleTown, The others were confused and concerned. Jimmy set the person down on a bed and Gem walked right beside the bed

" they don't seem familiar..." Gem said, she then checked the person's pulse and forhead.

" Though they're probably passed out, they'll wake up in a bit hopefully. Jimmy is it okay if they could stay with you for now?" Gem said while looking at Jimmy

" Of course." Jimmy replied and Gem nodded, a few moments later Gem and the other emperors went out of TumbleTown aside from Jimmy.

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Your eyes shot open and you looked around not knowing where you were, you heard the door open and saw a blonde(or whatever hair color jimmy has) man that had clothes of a sheriff. Your eyes widened and you started panicking, the sheriff noticed and ran towards you trying to calm you down.

" Hey hey.... It's okay..." He said hugging you, a few minutes later you calmed down. You then introduced yourself and the man introduced himself as Sheriff Jimmy or Jimmy. You two started chatting, you were telling Jimmy what had happened to you before you came here. Once you finished explaining you started to get hungry, Jimmy noticed that and mentioned he was going to get you food. Once Jimmy got the food ready you started eating while still talking to him, turns out you 2 have a lot of common interests. The next day you met the others and they were so friendly with you, Jimmy let you stay in TumbleTown since you hadn't built your empire yet. The next few weeks you got closer with everyone especially Jimmy, you were living with him afterall, slowly you may or may not have grown feelings for the sheriff.

As months went by you built your empire, [Choose whatever name you want for the empire]. The other rulers were really impressed with your empire, complementing it everytime they see it. Within those months your feelings towards Jimmy grew stronger, everytime you'd see him your face would have a slight pink tint. Gem and Katherine noticed this and started encouraging you to confess to the sheriff.

A few weeks later, you finally got the courage to confess to Jimmy. Coincidentally, Jimmy had asked you to hang out with him; you accepted and waited for when Jimmy was going to arrive. Once he arrived, you two went out and Jimmy brought you to a mountain where a picnic was set up. You teased him asking him if this was a date, he flushed but said indeed it is. You were surprised and flustered, that changed when you heard Jimmy saying if you were gonna join him or not. You of course sat down on the blanket, you 2 started eating while chatting. Once you 2 were finished eating, you noticed the Sun was setting and the view was just beautiful. You stood up and walked over at the edge of the hill and sat down, Jimmy did the same. You stared at the sunset amazed by the sight, you looked at Jimmy and saw he was staring at you softly. You two started staring at each other getting lost in each others eyes, until you two got snapped out of it and looked away flustered and embarrassed. You heard Jimmy sigh

" Hey [name] I uhm, have something to tell you." He said rubbing his neck, you looked at him

" I do too..." You replied

" How about we say what we wanna say together?.." He asked tilting his head, you nodded. You both took a deep breath

" I love you Jimmy/[Name]!" You both said in unison, both of your faces heated up when you realized what you both said. You stared at each other

" I- I love you too..." you both said in unison again, you both chuckled awkwardly. You two stood up and hugged each other, you slightly pulled away to look in Jimmy's eyes while Jimmy doing the same. You didn't notice but you and Jimmy were slowly getting close to each other, soon Jimmy just went for it and connected your lips together gently. Your eyes widened, but they soon closed as you both smiled in the kiss. Jimmy caressed your cheek while your arms snaked around his neck kissing him back, you two were just having a romantic moment when all of a sudden you hear multiple squealing and cheering. You both pulled away to see your's and jimmy's friends in bush cheering, they realized you two noticed them and their eyes had widened. They chuckled awkwardly and they all ran away, you and Jimmy looked back at each other and laughed. You then continued your romantic moment by kissing Jimmy and him kissing you back. You both pulled away and look into each others eyes lovingly, you shoved your head into his chest, he chuckled.

" Will you be my girlfriend [Name]?" Jimmy had said while you pulled away,

" I thought it was obvious silly but yes." You replied smiling at him, he grinned

" I love you dove.." He said holding you close

" I love you too.... My sheriff." you replied holding him close also

Your friends silently cheering and squealing while watching you two, turns out they never left.

You and Jimmy kissed each other again smiling lovingly in the kiss.

You two were just meant for each other. You were so glad to be sent to this server.

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That's the end! I hope you enjoyed this :D

excuse my grammar or spelling mistakes, I didn't proof read this yet.

might make hcs for s2!jimmy if someone requests it.

[formula1au]

cat lady

summary: max's cat Jimmy escapes to his neighbour's house

pairing: max verstappen x neighbour reader

content: fluff

warning: cute cats:)

word count: 600

Max woke up from his nap. He looked on his lap and saw Sassy laying there.

"Hello," he whispered and patted Sassy on her head. "Where's your brother?" He asked the cat and stand up from the bed quickly, scaring Sassy away

"Sorry" he briefly apologised to his furry friend and walked to the kitchen. He grabbed a glass of water and went searching for his other cat. Where is he? He was asking himself.

Then he walked to the living room and searched all their secret spots to hide. Jimmy was nowhere to be found. Where could he be? Sassy was nervously walking around Max.

"Do you know where he went?" Max asked Sassy and she started walking towards the balcony. The balcony door was wide open. Max and Sassy walked on the balcony but Jimmy was not on his usual spot where the sun was shining every day. But Sassy then jumped on the railing and purred.

"What is it?" Max asked but then he saw opened window of his neighbour and it clicked fast. Jimmy jumped into his neighbour's window.

"He jumper there didn't he" Max said and quickly grabbed Sassy back inside. He closed the balcony door and went to put on a t-shirt. He then checked that Sassy is okay. "I'm going to be right back Sassy" he said and grabbed his keys.

He slipped out of the door and closed it quickly so his other cat didn't escape too.

This is so awkward. He said to himself and finally knocked. He waited and after a while some women, she could be the same age as him, opened the door.

"Uhm hi" Max said shyly. "I think that my cat jumped into your room through the window" Y/n looked at him "Hi, you're my next door neighbour right?" Y/n smiled at him politely.

"Yeah, I'm Max" he extended his hand. "I'm y/n, nice to finally meet you. I was just on my way to your door. I saw your cat jump into my room but your cat is so cute that i was playing with her and I forgot to return her" y/n said embarrassed.

"It's actually him" Max laughed. "His name is Jimmy and he has a sister Sassy. Sassy is a lot calmer and she would never jump into someone's flat like that" he explained. Y/n let him into her flat in the middle of his speech and they sat on the couch where Jimmy was laying happily on his tummy.

"He never lets stranger to touch him or go near him" Max said. "I guess that I'm special then" y/n giggled and Jimmy jumped into her lap.

"Can I see his sister sometime? I love cats. But of course I don't wanna bother you." Max loved how shy and sweet she was. He might have a crush on his neighbour.

"That's not a problem of course. You can come to my house right now actually. I'm kinda bored and I have nothing to do" Max wanted her to say yes because this was his shot to be close to her.

"Okay, I would love that! Come on Jimmy let's go back to your home." Y/n said and they all went to max's apartment next door.

Y/n spent her whole day playing with Jimmy, and Sassy and Max adored them all. When the day ended, Max and y/n kissed, and y/n didn't come back home to her apartment. She decided to spend the night with her new boyfriend and his cats.

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces (1 - Honey! I shrunk the kids! 18+)

Summary: Wanda accidentally shrinks your kids while trying out a spell that would benefit both of you in the bedroom; Jimmy and Darcy attempt to find out more about the Hex, particularly when they discover a remarkable detail about you. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Tags: Smut, Campy Humor, Language

A/N: I've been working on this series since late August and have finally figured out what to do with it, enough to share it with you all. The story will be told in three parts: Westview (The Missing Town), Pre-Westview, and Post-Westview. This follows some events in WandaVision, but it's very canon-divergent. It's going to be different from my other works (I've never written humor before and I'm quite insecure about that), as this one is very plot-driven but at the same time, still very much Wanda x Reader (especially in parts 2 and 3). Updates will be every Wednesday. Chapters will be 2.5–3.5k words long, except for the ending chapters of each part, which are twice as long. So, without further ado… More author's notes here.

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“Honey! I shrunk the kids!” 

Wanda bursts into the basement, apron billowing out like a cape. Except, there's no draft down here; that apron shouldn't be moving like that at all. But then again, considering your wife’s claim, maybe the laws of physics are taking a day off.

You glance up from the miniature model home you’re meticulously working on, unsure if you heard her right. Did she really just say that? 

“You what?”

Wanda, flushed and a little breathless, skids to a stop in front of you. “Okay, so I was experimenting with a new spell, one that was supposed to…” She bites her lip, hesitating, her face glowing a deeper shade of red. “...it was supposed to do something else, but it backfired and... well, it’s not important right now!”

“Jesus, Wanda.”

Your poor, beautiful, occasionally clumsy wife stands there, teetering between a freak-out and a fit of giggles. 

“It was an accident! I didn't mean to!” Wanda shrieks, causing the room to tremble from her panic.

Wanda's powers have always been a wildcard. You can child-proof the entire house in a day, but that definitely doesn't cover child-proofing Wanda herself—especially not when your kids are involved. Luckily, the boys have inherited some special abilities of their own, which leaves you as the sole non-superpowered member of the household. With that in mind, you know better than to panic. Getting worked up alongside her would only escalate things, and you’re not exactly keen on being shrunk next.

“Okay…where are they now?” you ask as calmly as you can manage.

Wanda takes a deep breath and leads you to the living room. You trail her in silence, clutching at composure. It can’t be that bad, right? The distant sound of playful music trickling through the house almost makes it seem like everything’s fine. You hadn’t really noticed it before, but now that you think about it, it’s like your brain has learned to associate that kind of tune with situations that somehow always end in collective sighs of relief.

Sighs, giggles, and applause—sounds that don't belong to Wanda or the boys.

Where are they coming from?

Before your mind can completely sink into the oddities of your life here in Westview, Wanda halts in the middle of the living room. Your eyes dart around, searching for Billy and Tommy, but they’re nowhere to be seen.

“Where?”

“Right there,” Wanda points toward the coffee table, her finger trembling slightly.

You squint in the direction she’s pointing. Next to the TV remote, two tiny figures wave up at you—your sons, each about the size of your thumb.

“Oh my god, they’re tiny!” you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. You expected them to be at least half their normal size—a size they might grow out of eventually.

“Shhhh, Y/N!” Wanda hisses, pressing her index finger to her lips. “The neighbors might hear you.”

Neighbors. Which usually means just Agnes from next door. There’s literally several meters of spaces between your houses, but somehow, she always manages to hear things she shouldn’t and pries like she’s in some perfectly timed routine.

Wanda kneels by the coffee table, her eyes soft. “I told them to stay right there until we sorted this out.”

The twins start making noises, sounding like tiny bells, though still hard to make out. You pull out a magnifying glass from your back pocket—has that been there the whole time?—making sure your sons are okay. As soon as the lenses zoom in on their faces, you're relieved to see them laughing uproariously, seemingly unbothered by their predicament.

“They seem... happy?” you say, lowering the magnifying glass.

“They think it's hilarious,” Wanda grumbles, her lips curling into a pout.

“So,” you sigh, pushing yourself to your feet. “Any ideas on how to fix this?”  You're tempted to suggest just letting it run its course, waiting for the spell to fizzle out, but you know Wanda wouldn’t go for that. She's fiercely protective of the twins, and you can't blame her—it’s all her handiwork, after all.

Then you hear it—a hiccup. Another follows, and then another, each one a little louder than the last.

Before you know it, Wanda's a sobbing mess.

You cup her face in your hands. “Hey, hey...it’s okay,” you murmur, gently brushing away a tear with your thumb.

Wanda’s breath hitches as she looks at you, her eyes brimming with worry. “What if I can’t fix it?”

“We will,” you promise, looking into her eyes.

A collective ‘awww’ rings in your ears, pulling you out of the moment. What the hell—where did that come from? You've had this creepy feeling of being watched lately, and it's only getting worse.

Wanda brings you back to focus when she nuzzles into your palm. “Oh, Y/N, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You give her a small, lopsided grin and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Good thing you’ll never have to find out.” Something passes over her eyes as soon as you say it, but it vanishes in a split-second, replaced by a moment of inspiration.

“Wait,” she bursts out, stepping away from your embrace. “I think I have an idea.”

She heads straight for the fridge, and you trail after her, holding your breath.

“I’ve been trying to reverse it, but my magic isn’t cooperating. It’s like... it’s tangled,” Wanda mutters, yanking things out of the fridge.

You scowl, arms crossed, watching her. “Tangled? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. The more I try to fix it, the worse it gets. Like it has a life of its own,” she says. she says. After a few more seconds of rummaging, Wanda finally grabs a tetra pack of chocolate milk—the twins' favorite.

“I’m hoping this will do the trick,” she says, giving the carton a shake.

You cock your head, clueless on what’s going on. “Honey, what’s going on?”

Wanda mumbles, barely glancing up as she vigorously shakes the carton. “Just doing what it says—’Shake well before serving.’”

You roll your eyes, muttering, “This woman...”. Then louder, you ask, “I mean, what’s the chocolate got to do with our tiny children?”

Wanda stops mid-shake, a look of realization dawning on her face. “Oh, right,” she slaps her forehead. “You can’t read minds. I keep forgetting,” she chuckles, setting down the carton with a sheepish grin.

There it is again—a chorus of laughter from somewhere far off. Your mouth twitches at the sound—it’s really starting to get on your nerves. You make a mental note to bring it up with Wanda later.

Wanda gathers herself, then pitches her plan. “Instead of directly casting a spell on the twins, I think it’s safer to enchant this chocolate milk.” She picks up the carton again, giving it a final shake. “The idea is to infuse the milk with a spell that will gradually restore them to their normal sizes.”

You nod, beginning to understand what she’s trying to do. “Sounds less risky than zapping them with more magic head on.”

“Exactly,” she agrees, her eyes lighting up with excitement. You’d swear she’s getting a kick out of this macabre parenting hack—kids and all. The background tune keeps playing, like a promise that the universe won’t let things turn to shit. You’re wondering if maybe Wanda hears it too.

“This way, the magic is diluted and can adjust more naturally with their systems. It’s like... sneaking the cure into their bodies,” she says, snapping her fingers, red swirls of magic emanating from them to the carton of milk.

“I'm so proud of you, baby,” you say, leaning in for a quick kiss which she happily accepts. “For finding a fix, I mean. The whole shrinking our kids thing? Still not great.”

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“What kind of spell do you think Wanda was going for?” Darcy asks, her eyes fixed on the credits rolling across the screen before it fades to black. She’s really gotten into Wanda’s little show, a welcome distraction from the freezing depths of hell that is New Jersey in November. Though exciting things are finally happening to her, the timing couldn't be worse. 

“No clue,” Jimmy mutters, his attention glued to the laptop in front of him. It’s been two days since Quantico sent him to look into the bizarre case of a missing town—a phenomenon almost unheard of in the 21st century. Upon arriving, they discovered that the town in question, Westview, was enveloped by some sort of anomaly—or a Hex, as Darcy has started calling it, referring to the hexagonal shape of the barrier encasing the town. 

Around the same time as the discovery, S.W.O.R.D. agent Monica Rambeau was quite literally sucked into the anomaly by accident. The only breakthrough has been Darcy Lewis’ detection of the signals, providing them with a window into the mysterious shroud, even helping them identify some of the show's characters as actual residents of the town.

But overall, they're still desperately trying to piece together why this is happening and how to stop it.

Darcy peeks over at the data on Jimmy’s screen. “Find anything new?”

Jimmy sighs in frustration. “No, not really. Everything we dig up just adds more questions instead of answers.”

“Like what, for instance?”

Instead of answering directly, he slides a thick file across the table toward her. “See for yourself.”

Darcy catches the file and starts flipping through it. Murmuring, she says, “So, Google finally returned search results?” The stack of papers is downright daunting. Jimmy’s right—any mountain of information would raise more questions than answers.

“No, not Google,” Jimmy corrects her. “Stark's highly confidential database did. The woman Wanda's married to in Westview? She’s not in any public records. Turns out her records were wiped clean two years ago.”

Darcy looks up, puzzled. “Why would Stark's company have this?”

“Just read, Darcy. It’s all in there,” he says, turning his full attention back to his research.

Darcy frowns slightly and begins scanning through the pages more attentively. It takes her a few minutes to piece together the information she's reading, with her mind going in different directions and still burning with curiosity about the spell Wanda botched.

Finally, she reads aloud, somewhat incredulously, “Subject was recognized as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s youngest marksmanship prodigy prior to recruitment by Stark Industries following the dissolution of S.H.I.E.L.D.. Subsequently provided tactical support on multiple classified operations in conjunction with the Avengers initiative.”

She sets the file down thoughtfully. “Kinda reminds me a bit of Romanoff or Barton. Total badass. I hadn’t pegged Maximoff for that crowd.”

“What crowd did you have Wanda filed under?” Jimmy asks, just out of curiosity.

Darcy’s gaze drifts off, a dreamy smirk on her lips. “Honestly? I always pictured her—or anyone for that matter—swooning over someone more…mythical hammer than tactical espionage.”

Jimmy snorts to himself at Darcy's whimsical take and says, “Of course, you’d say that. Thor's everyone's type.”

“He’s yours too?”

“Yeah, why not,” Jimmy shrugs, his tone more reluctant than sarcastic, which only amuses Darcy more.

“So,” Darcy begins, “Wanda's settled down in New Jersey, married to a woman? I mean, good for her. They all deserve a break. Maybe even an early retirement.”

Jimmy lets out a long, tired sigh, like he's just about done with everything. Darcy notices and raises an eyebrow. “What now?”

He barely glances up. “Like I said, everything’s in there. Just keep reading.”

Darcy groans but goes back to the file, flipping through the pages again. She’s about to make a snarky comment when something catches her attention—something that has her eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

“It… it says here Y/N’s dead.”

“That’s right,” Jimmy responds without missing a beat.

“Not snapped five years ago. Dead-dead.”

“Yep.”

Darcy stares at the page, disbelief all over her face. “That can’t be right, can it?”

Jimmy finally swivels his chair to face her, looking as tired as he sounds. “That’s what I’ve been trying to wrap my head around for hours. If aliens and superheroes are real, maybe bringing someone back from the dead to star in a sitcom isn’t so far-fetched, right?”

–

You carefully pull the blankets up over Billy, smoothing his hair and whispering a soft good night. Tommy’s already half-asleep, but you make sure to tuck him in just as snugly, brushing a kiss on his forehead. Wanda stands in the doorway, watching you, her heart swelling in her chest. You were so clueless when she first had the twins, but now, being a mother just seems to come naturally to you. 

And you pulled it off in a week, while the twins stretched into six-year-olds just as fast.

“Honey,” you call softly, noticing the way she’s lost in thought. “Aren’t you going to say good night to our boys?”

Wanda steps into the room, giving each of the boys their good night kiss. You pucker your lips, silently asking for your turn, and she playfully swats your arm, whispering, “Not here, baby.”

You pout, giving her your best puppy-dog eyes, which only makes her smile. Without warning, you grab her hand and hurriedly pull her out of the boys' room, making a beeline for your bedroom. Wanda’s laughter fills the hallway, and just as you reach the door, you suddenly sweep her off the ground, lifting her into your arms.

Wanda lets out a shriek, her laughter infectious, and you can’t help but grin, even as you let her thump onto the mattress—a sloppy, graceless drop. You follow her onto the bed, rolling onto your stomach to peer down at her, still sporting that stupid smile.

“So, about that kiss you owe me,” you whisper, hovering closer, teasing her with your proximity.

Wanda nods distractedly. “I think I can manage that,” she murmurs, and then her lips are on yours.

It starts simple and sweet. Though soon, her tongue is gently nudging your lips apart, and it quickly becomes anything but. Her hands slip down to your back, pulling you close until her heartbeat hammering against yours. You break away, lips trailing down to her neck, exploring every dip and hollow, your tongue darting out to taste her skin. When you hit that spot just behind her ear, the one that always drives her wild, she gasps.

“Don't start something you can’t finish,” she warns, her voice already thick with want.

“Who says I won't?” you shoot back with a wolfish grin.

You both fall into a familiar routine, as easy to slip into as the back of your hand. There’s no hurry, just the two of you moving languidly—whispering against skin, giggles turning into sighs and breathy moans. Sometimes, being with Wanda feels like a desperate need, as if not having her completely would literally be the end of you. But it’s moments like these that are your favorite—the ones where you’re barely even trying, yet she still comes apart at your touch, at the mere feeling of your fingers on her. 

Eventually, you both settle down, a contented sigh escaping you as you curl up against Wanda, your skin slightly damp with the effort of your love. You like this, being the little spoon, hiding your face in her neck like you’re hiding from the world, though you vaguely recall a time when it was usually her in your arms. 

As you’re staggering on the edge of sleep, Wanda’s fingers gently massage your scalp, her lips dropping soft, pensive kisses on your forehead. You're almost out, but one last question keeps you from drifting off entirely.

“Wanda, that spell earlier that shrunk the boys—what was that about?” you mumble, your words slurring into the dream nipping at your consciousness.

Wanda’s laughter rumbles through her chest, nudging you slightly from your drowsy state.

“Come on, tell me,” you coax, giving her side a playful pinch to keep her talking.

“It’s embarrassing,” she mumbles, her face turning a delightful shade of pink again that spreads down her neck and chest. Her coy reaction wakes you up some more. As a twisted kind of payback, you run your tongue rough over her nipple, snatching a sharp gasp from her. Moving up, you hold her flushed cheek, making sure she’s looking right at you. Your thigh presses between hers, and it doesn’t take long before she’s wet and ready again.

“Are you going to tell me, or do you plan on sleeping with a wet pussy tonight?” you whisper, brushing your lips against the corner of her mouth. Under different circumstances, Wanda would scold you for your crudeness, but right now, she's too worked up to care. Your dirty mouth has always been one of the most irritating yet irresistible things about you. Even having kids hasn’t changed that.

“I was trying to... enchant your...” she starts, but then your hand tightens on her butt, spurring her subtle grinding movements. By this time, she’s practically dripping onto the sheets, her thoughts scattering as the tightening sensation below her stomach builds.

“My what?” you push, smirking as you watch her fumble for words. You hoist her leg, resting it on your shoulder, laying her wide open. You slide two fingers inside her, fucking her slowly while your thumb brutally circles her clit. As she hesitates to answer, you hook in another finger, drawing a sharp cry of pleasure from Wanda. Your gaze stays locked on your wife, a part of you as surprised as she might be at your boldness tonight.

All day, she’s haunted every corner of your mind, fantasizing about stealing a quick, desperate moment while the twins are asleep or at Agnes’s. But there’s been something—an unnameable restraint—holding you back from indulging those wicked impulses. It isn’t until the boys are asleep, the house quiet, that those invisible chains start to loosen. That’s when you can finally allow yourself to desire Wanda the way you really want to. The way you’ve always been meant to.

“Your... clit,” Wanda finally spits out, seeing you've drifted off, stuck in your head. “I thought I could make it... well, longer. Like a...” She chokes on the words, too embarrassed to finish.

“Like a cock?” you throw out crudely, looking down at her impishly.

Wanda nods, mortified but also a little defiant. “Wanted you to fuck me with it,” she mumbles, finding her backbone now that the secret's in the open.

“I am fucking you,” you whisper hotly right into her ear. “But if you want it like that, all you have to do is say the word.”

Wanda clenches around you at the thought of doing it like that in the near future, her breath hitching. “Please,” she mewls, the word dripping with need. 

“Good girl,” you growl, cranking up the pace as you drive your fingers harder inside her, making her gasp and arch towards you. “You can come.”

With a choked whimper, Wanda surrenders, her body seizing as her orgasm washes over her. She soaks your wrist, the clear fluid trickling down onto the sheets, but you don't stop, pushing through every pulse of her release until she's quaking, utterly wrecked beneath you. You patiently wait until her spasms subside before slowly pulling your fingers away.

Wanda's hand shoots out, stopping your movements. “Stay,” she implores, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. You're momentarily startled by her reaction, concerned something might be wrong. Swiftly, you slide your fingers back where they belong, nestled deep inside her.

“Okay, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, pushing back the damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead with your free hand. Exhaustion begins to cloud your senses as you sink down beside Wanda, still keeping your hand where she wants it. 

“I'm sorry for needing you so much,” Wanda murmurs, her voice shaky with tears you can't see, your cheek pressed against the pillow beside hers.

“Don't be,” you mumble, half-lost to sleep as she clings to you more tightly. “I’m here.”

“You love me,” she says, a hint of wonder, of fear.

You nod, lips brushing the nape of her neck. “And you love me,” you murmur back, your eyes slipping shut. “I'm not going anywhere, Wanda.”

“For now,” she whispers to herself, once your breathing evens out in sleep.

Tears betray her then, and she clamps a hand over her mouth to keep quiet. But just before her sobs fully break free, she flicks a finger, a thin red wisp of magic ensuring you stay deep in sleep.

With you unaware, Wanda surrenders to her grief.

[hunnidmilly]

our little secret ৻ꪆ — jimmy uso.

+millytober+

*this is the PERFECT gif to describe this story actually. 🙂‍↕️ i wasn’t gonna post this actually, but im tew excited for it. i can’t help myself. so here is a treat<333*

this is HEAVILY influenced by @whatdoeseverybodywant all falls down series . def give a read! <3

warnings: cheating, brothers girlfriend, p in v, pet names, creampie, semi public sex, oral sex; male receiving, fingering, sneaking around, MDNI 18+.

parings: jimmy x black!reader x mentions of jey uso & naomi.

such a promiscuous girl you were; slobbing on the dick of the one person, your boyfriend trusted in the world…as he was in a deep sleep right next to you with his arm resting behind you. jon nearly drew blood from biting his lip so hard, fighting to keep quiet not to wake up jey.

“ahh” he shakily breathed out into the air as the movie played in the background, you taking his dick all the way to your tonsils. silently, thanking god, you didn’t have a gag reflex. “eat that dick up, bae.”

you couldn’t remember how the hell you got here. all you could say was that, jey would murder you if he woke up to seeing his twin brothers dick inside your throat. for the last 2 months, your affair was becoming a lot to handle. you loved naomi, she was someone you trusted; she nearly seen you as a sister. and you loved your man, he gave you the upmost princess treatment. yet, you’d never miss out on a night to come home from a motel pumped full of his twin brothers cum, leaking into your panties, and than letting jey pump you with his.

sounded like a win win situation, right?

sleeping with him under the radar was a mission; sneaking into each others hotel, fucking in janitor closets when you were on the road with jey during his matches, his car, sneaking off to the bathroom to let him fuck his cum into you during dinner with the family. the both of you spent the most time together when jon was injured — naomi and jey both away on the road.

but it wasn’t just adrenaline either, jon was also the sweetheart; sending you expensive bags, jewelry, paying for shopping sprees, or your hair, and nail appointments. sending you texts to brighten your day. he was the perfect man.

your hand reached to fondle his heavy balls, wanting him to reach his nut before this all was over — you’d have to wake up jey to go to bed and jon would have to leave, ending your session.

your jaw began to ache. you gave his balls a firm tug, feeling his dick twitch and jerk against your tongue before he shot his thick ropes of cum into your mouth. his head thrown back against the couch, with his fist tightly covering his mouth taking in his moans. you didn’t miss the subtle shudder of his body as you continued to suck him off, milking him for all he’s worth.

his hand tangled into your hair pulling his saliva covered dick from your mouth, “open.” he mouthed, with a smirk

on command your mouth opened, sticking your tongue out and showing his un-swallowed cum. a sinister grin planted on his face seeing the remainder of your affair on your tongue.

he let a glob of spit fall into your mouth, using 2 fingers to push it to the back of your throat. you closed your mouth and sucked on his fingers the same way you did his dick. pulling them out, he smacked his lips to yours. both of your tongues slipping and sliding around. the kiss did something to him.

he knew it was risky — too much movement could potentially could wake up jey. but the urge to bury himself deep into your pussy was stronger.

“no, no, no.” you whispered, pushing away his hand as he reached for your boy shorts

“he aint gone wake up. c’mere. missed this pussy so much, bae.” you turned to see jey’s head thrown back and loud snores coming from his mouth

“he’s right nex—“

“shhh. c’mere, baby.” he slipped his tongue back into your wet mouth as he yanked your shorts off your legs. not breaking the kiss he pulled you to straddle him “show daddy how bad you want this dick. nothing but a slut fa’ me.” pulling your panties to the side, you adjusted yourself before easing yourself down onto his dick.

you placed your face into the crook of his neck, letting out a small whine at the entry. jon’s teeth latched themselves onto your clothed shoulder, the feeling of your pussy clamping around him surging through his body. he reached over to grab the remote turning the movie up a bit, making sure any sounds the two of you would make could be drowned out.

his hands gripped your plush hips, moving you up and down at a steady pace. jon had to fight hard at the urge to pound into you to end this quickly. he had to take his time; you were right. his brother was literally right next to you, and here he was fucking the love of his life about to flood his cum deep inside her.

“jon. ughn — right there.” you sobbed out into his neck

“right here?” he pulled you closer and swiveled his hips, his pelvic area rubbing against your clit making you let out a moan. jon immediately latching a hand over your mouth to remind you of jey sleeping…just right next to you. both your movements stilled to make sure he didn’t wake up. after the hard snores gave away he was still fast asleep, you started moving up and down on his dick again and bouncing your ass, like a bitch in heat in his lap again.

jon marveled at the scene before his very eyes. watching your loose yourself, eyes rolling backwards, so close to cumming, and fucking yourself on his dick. all he had to do was sit back — and make sure his brother didn’t wake up of course. you pushed his hands away from your mouth, to lean down and flick your tongue inside of his. the taste of him triggered something inside of you. the familiar tightness in your belly returned.

he desperately latched onto your lips and started to suck on them like a starved man. barely reciprocating the affection; the pleasure becoming overwhelming, your mouth was opened wide in complete bliss.

your pussy started to twitch, as his dick massaged your walls, continuously bouncing in his lap, making his dick kiss your cervix, and making note to squeeze when you reached his tip. you were throbbing so much, it began to feel painful. you wanted him to pound into you and fill you with his cum till it couldn’t fit anymore, the idea causing your wetness drenching his dick, making him slide in and out so easy. his reached his hands around, taking a cheek in each hand and squeezing the jiggly mounds.

“i love you so much, bae.” his voice sounding like a distant whisper

part of you felt silly. you loved jon — truthfully. he had a piece of your heart the same way jey did. they both treated you like a princess and both boys loved you. in a perfect world, you’d have them both forever with no consequences.

“i love you, more, baby.” you whimpered “make me cummm, please im s—so close. jon, oh god.”

jon wrapped his lower arms around your waist pulling you flush to his body, before fucking into you. your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy fluttered and the tightness in your belly erupted. you creamed all over his thickness, clamping down on him. the move triggering his own release. he bit down onto your shoulder, to keep from roaring out as he sprayed your pussy walls with his cum; continuing to feed you soft pumps making sure to fuck his cum as deep as he could into your pussy.

your eyes glossed over with a look of adoration, as you latched your lips onto his. knowing you couldn’t bask in the after glow long, jon pulled out slowly. his dick flopped against his stomach, covered in a mixture of your cum. your mouth watered at the sight of his dick still hard, laying against his stomach. he let out chuckle; he knew his girl wanted to clean him up right in her mouth again.

jon pulled your panties over your pussy being sure not to let any spill out of you. he grabbed your shorts from the ground and fixed himself back inside his pants, before things could get rilled up again.

“missed yo pretty ass, baby.” he groaned into your ear as he pushed his hands between your legs to cup your clothed pussy, which was currently dripping cum into your panties. “missed you more, daddy.”

you grind against his hand as he placed soft kisses around here and there around your face and neck, “love cummin’ right here…right where i belong at. good ass pussy. i love yo ass so much.”

completely disregarding the fact you just fucked, and you pussy was overly sensitive, he reached his hand into your panties rubbing circles on your clit, the cum in your pussy gushing out and into your panties.

you through your head back onto something hard — jey’s shoulder. his head falling over top of yours, instinctively. you wrapped you hand around jon’s wrist as he worked to wring out another orgasm from you.

you eyes went wide with fear. you tried to keep the tremors working through your body at a minimum, the swollen bundle of nerves spasmed under his fingers. with jey’s head ontop of yours, you couldn’t make any sudden movements. you sucked your kiss swollen bottom lip in your mouth as jon hummed in satisfaction as you worked hard to control yourself.

he leaned forward to press a wet kiss to your lips, as he continued to strum your clit. your pussy jumped under his touch as you came again. overfilled, you pussy pushed the cum out making it drip towards your asshole.

jon gave one last peck to your flushed face as he pulled his fingers out your panties. just in the knick of time, jey began to stir and groan.

“damn, how long this fuckin’ movie is? shit still on?”

attempting to catch your breath, as you pussy convulsed and clenched on air, jon responded, “yea man. whatchall pick this long ass shit fo’? next time yall invite me over we picking a shorter one.”

“you liked the movie, baby?” jey asked giving your shoulder a squeeze

“uh huh. it was great, baby.” you smiled pressing a quick kiss to his lips before standing to excuse yourself to the bathroom

jon licked his lips at your backside, noticing the small trail of cum flowing from your shorts.

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here’s an updated wwe masterlist

rhea ripley

damian priest

drew mcintyre

jey uso

la knight

cm punk

jimmy uso

roman reigns

seth rollins

dean ambrose

edge

solo sikoa

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jhea (jey uso + rhea ripley)

the judgment day / terror twins (platonic reader)

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[caramelcleopatraa]

When OG Bloodline catches you twerking in front of the mirror

Characters: Roman Reigns, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso

CW: Suggestive themes, second hand embarrassment

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[vivianquill]

Tango couldn't remember the last time he slept.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd worked on a redstone project either.

That was irrelevant! He was perfectly fine. There was a reason he was down by Gem's docks. Right?

"Tango?"

Speak of the devil and she shall appear! That was Gem herself, pulling Tango around. He didn't want to, there was something about the--

"Tango. Tango, hey." Gem forced him to meet her eyes, "Don't tell me you've been possessed again. After last time? C'mon man, you said you'd. . . do. . ."

Tango didn't know what Gem was talking about. He wasn't possessed. Tango knew what that felt like and that wasn't this.

Gem got an odd look in her eye, before latching her hand around his wrist and dragging him back up the path towards his house. But--

That wasn't home anymore.

Not when his place was down by the water-- in the water-- he was waiting for someone to come back--

"No-- Tango-! Ugh." Gem planted herself between Tango and the mists over the water-- the place where he had promised to be.

Tango found himself sitting at the edge of the dock. There was something tied around his wrist, but he didn't mind. The tips of his boots were dragging in the foam.

"Tango, homie-buddie. It's freezing out here, you should come inside." Skizz had rested a hand on Tango's shoulder.

"Can't you hear it?" Tango asked, breathless as it came back.

The song was promising him the answers to everything. He just had to be here to hear it. To decipher it's song.

"Hear what?"

Tango was fighting against the pull of hands, trying to take him away. His friends-- not friends anymore-- they wanted to take the music for themselves-- "I promised! I promised--"

His mouth was full of the taste of blood. Blood and cotton and he couldn't hear the rush of the waves anymore. He was too warm. There were voices nearby.

"How is he?" Oh, Tango recognized that voice, that was Xisuma.

"Still unresponsive. Is Ren-?" That sounded like Impulse.

"The same way."

Impulse sighed, "He's too quiet. Tango's never been this quiet."

"I'm listening." Tango had to listen otherwise he might miss the music.

He couldn't remember who the music went to, but-- It was someone he needed to be there for. How long had it been? He needed to get back to the water.

Tango was on his feet, trying to push past the arms holding him back. There was a snarl pooling on his tongue, frustration sparking deep in his bones. He needed to get back to the water.

He yelped as someone slammed into his back, knocking Tango off his feet and into the grass. He writhed, kicking, his tail lashing and sparking as he struggled to get free. There was nothing in his inventory. He had nothing but his hands and his fire and the grass around him and they were closing in--

Tango was floating in the bay, Gem's conduit letting him breathe like he should be able to. His heartbeat was pounding in his ears, his fire was sputtering, angry about being underwater.

Well too bad fire, cause Tango was right where he was supposed to be.

As evidenced by who was in front of him.

The someone, the who he'd promised to be there for when he returned.

The song wrapped around him like a blanket, smothering the chill from the sea and guiding Tango close. He didn't quite remember where he'd met them before but he knew that this was the right thing.

Until he was out of the conduit's range.

Until the water that was so welcoming before now choked at his air and bit at his warmth.

Until the song that'd promised him everything suddenly disappeared.

A hand hauled Tango out of the water by the back of his shirt, dumping him in a sopping heap on the sand. He spit up half the ocean by the time he was able to breathe again.

He was hearing words, but he couldn't figure out what Skizz was saying. Or Impulse for that matter. The music was gone though.

It had abandoned him and now?

Tango didn't know what to do next.

[ripleylove]

Double The Trouble.

requested by @shes2real saying: take your time!! i’m in no rush 🫶🏽 but how abt the reader & jey getting caught having sex in the locker room by either roman or jimmy?

pairing (s): jey uso x fem reader x jimmy uso.

genre: pure smut with a little bit of plot so MDNI!!!!

summary: after the twins won the tag team belt,you congratulated jey,and jimmy decided to join on the fun.

warnings: smut!!! threesome,making out,oral,fingering and protected p in v. i think its all?

A/N: im feeding yall with smut content lately!! stay tuned for more tjd and rhea content!!! <3

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As your boyfriend Jey and his twin brother Jimmy won the tag team championship match,you couldn't help but jump on your feet from happiness.

Finally,all the sacrifices they made to obtain the title paid off,and you couldn't wait to celebrate with them.

After their theme music hit again,they ran backstage to meet their friends and,most of all,to meet you.

They both fancied you,but,since you were dating Jey,Jimmy didn't want to betray his brother,and kept his interest for you a secret.

When the twins arrived in the locker room you were waiting in,you jumped in their arms with a smile that almost reached your ears.

"Congrats,guys! I'm so proud of you, can't believe I can finally call you champs!" You hugged each of them tightly,the both of them happily reciprocating the affection.

"Sorry to leave y'all alone,but I gotta meet some friends of mine,you gon' be alright,uce?" Jimmy admitted,carefully laying his newly obtained title belt on the couch in the little locker room.

"We gon' be okay,uce. Feel free to have fun,bro." Jey answered smiling,while patting his twin's muscular shoulder.

Jimmy nodded,and happily left the room,leaving you and your boyfriend alone.

You immediately pecked his lips,wrapping your arms around his sweaty neck.

He didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss,your tongues fighting for dominance.

Jey groaned as you started moving your hips against his crotch, his hands squeezing your love handles to take control.

"You want me to touch you,ma? C'mon,tell me what you want." He teasingly whispered against your neck,kissing and marking your sensitive skin.

You sighed with pleasure,trying to find the words you wanted while thoughts of Jey clouded your mind.

"I need you,please" You desperately begged,and Jey smirked.

"And,where do you want me,mama? Mhm?"

His hands roamed on your breasts,kneading them in his fingers while watching you become red.

"Please,Jey,I need you inside me. Please." You admitted as your aching core was searching for relief and Jey finally gave it to you.

He picked you up in his arms,laying you down on the couch with him on top.

He passionately kissed your flushed lips,while still touching your breasts.

His kisses trailed down to your neck,then to your nipples,where he kissed and sucked.

Your high moans were shameless,not caring about whoever could hear them,only caring about the pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

As he continued sucking on your buds,you could hear the locker room door open,revealing an awkward and embarrassed Jimmy.

"Oh,uce,we were just waiting for you." Jey said,and both you and Jimmy looked at Jey with a confused look.

"Watchu mean?" Jimmy asked,trying to not get hard at the sight of you naked on the couch.

"You wanna join? I'ma share just fo' you,uce." Jey asked,and Jimmy looked conflicted.

"Does y/n want to do it?" Jimmy asked,his eyes looking over you to search for confirmation or declination.

You eagerly nodded,and Jimmy didn't waste time to come over the both of you and hurriedly kiss you.

His kisses felt like heaven while he planted kisses on your jawline,making chills run down your spine.

Jey removed his belt and completely got free from his baggy jeans and his calvin klein underwear,making his veiny cock stand on his belly.

"You wan' suck it,mama?" He asked knowingly,already aligning his tip to your lips.

You almost instantly started to give cat licks on his tip as sinful sounds came out of his throat.

Jimmy started to kiss on your belly,and his hands were exploring your soft body.

He slowly slid down to your aching core,spreading your other lips with his digits,admiring your honey-like wetness.

"So wet for us,ma? And we haven't even started." Jimmy said with a chuckle,but you couldn't respond since his tongue started lapping on your clit.

You breathlessly moaned,and it sounded like music to the twins' ears.

You felt like you were in paradise: giving head to your boyfriend while his brother was eating you out; a wet dream scenario.

Jimmy was hungrily making out with your pussy,not missing any of your juices,and he slowly slipped in your hole two of his fingers.

The vibrations of your moans on his dick caused Jey to let out a series of beautifully high moans,starting to reach his climax.

"Oh,Jimmy." You moaned,slowly sliding your hands in his fluffy hair,pulling him closer to your pussy.

"Oh,god. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna-" Your sentence was interrupted by your own sinful sounds,reaching your high on Jimmy's fingers.

You clenched magnificently around Jimmy's fingers,and his dick hardened even more.

Jey also came,loads of cum going down your throat,and you automatically swallowed.

You were already exausted, but you know it didn't end here.

Jimmy pulled out a condom,and you couldn't wait for what was next.

Jimmy gently kissed your red lips, while sliding his long and big dick inside of you.

You screamed for the pleasure,his cock stretching out your velvety walls.

Your pleads only came out as broken sobs,wanting more.

And Jimmy gave it to you.

He fucked you in an animalistic pace, one you never tried before.

And,when Jey started to quickly massage your clit,you saw stars.

Your back arched as you squirted,and your body completely fell limp on the soft cushions of the couch.

"You did so good,baby. We're so proud of you,ma. So so proud of you." Jey caressed you cheeks while Jimmy helped you getting dressed again,mindful of you being sore and tired.

And,after your wild session with the twins,you went home with the both of them,falling asleep from the tiredness in the car on the way home.

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[romanreignsbae]

I hate you…not. - R.R

thanks for the request bae! 💗

SMUT❗️

disclaimers: unprotected p in v, dirty talk, praise kink, morning sex, overstim, rough sex…18+

A/N: Loved this request and idk why but this took me 2 days to write, let me know if you guys want some fluff too! I feel like so far all i’ve written in smut. and i acc used Roman as a name this time, in all my other fics i used Joe. let me know what you guys prefer, i want some insight on what other people see/want when it comes to my writing! 💗

The air was thick with anticipation as Y/n and Roman, two rivals in the WWE world and people who couldn’t stand each other even away from the ring, found themselves in an unexpected situation . It was a Sunday in May, and the night before, a night of drink after drink, had led them to this moment.

They had always kept their distance, their mutual hatred simmering just below the surface. But now, in the cold light of day, a new understanding would dawn as they uncovered their true feelings.

As Y/n stirred in bed, the events of the previous night came flooding back. The club, the drinks, and the heated argument that had sparked something unexpected. She had woken up in a tangle of sheets, her body sore and sensitive. Her eyes flickered open, and she found herself face-to-face with Roman, his dark hair falling across his forehead, those deep brown eyes staring back at her.

The realization of where she was and who she was with sent a shock through her system. She started to pull away, but Roman's strong arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her close. "You're not going anywhere," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

"What... what happened last night?" Y/n asked, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew they had shared an intense moment on the dance floor, their eyes locked in a challenge that had sent sparks flying between them. But the rest was a blur.

"We happened," Roman replied, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "And it was fucking incredible."

Y/n felt her breath catch as she remembered snippets of their passion. Roman's hands on her body, his lips crushing hers, and the feel of him inside her. It had been unlike anything she had ever experienced. Their supposed hatred had morphed into something else entirely.

She traced her fingers along his muscular arm, feeling the strength that lay beneath. "I think I hate this," she whispered, her voice filled with conflicting emotions. "I think I hate that I want you."

Roman's eyes darkened, and he pulled her closer, his hand tangling in her hair. "You don't hate it," he growled. "You love it. You love the way I make you feel, the way I take control and make you mine."

She couldn't deny the truth in his words. The roughness of their encounter had ignited a fire within her, and she had surrendered to it completely. "I should hate you," she said, her voice laced with confusion. "But I..."

"You what?" Roman asked, his eyes searching hers.

Y/n took a shaky breath. "I think I love you," she confessed, her heart laid bare. "I think I always have, and I just couldn't admit it to myself."

A raw emotion flashed across Roman's face, and he crushed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss. It was fierce and demanding, a reflection of the turmoil they felt. Their tongues waged a passionate battle, tasting and claiming, as if trying to communicate what words could not.

As the kiss deepened, Roman's hand traveled down her body, cupping her breast and thumbing her sensitive nipple. Y/n arched into his touch, moaning into his mouth. Their passion was instantaneously rekindled, the intensity of their desire undeniable.

He pulled away slightly, his breath hot on her skin as he trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he growled, nipping at her earlobe. "Taste you, feel you, hear you screaming my name."

Y/n gasped as he nibbled and sucked on the sensitive skin of her neck, marking her as his own. "Roman," she moaned, her hands clutching at his back. "I need you. Right now."

With a growl, he shifted his body, positioning himself between her thighs. Y/n felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her, and she opened herself to him willingly. In one swift thrust, he claimed her, filling her completely.

She cried out as he stretched her, her walls gripping him tightly. Roman stilled for a moment, savoring the feeling of being embedded deep within her. Then, with slow, deliberate strokes, he began to move, setting a relentless pace.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his eyes never leaving hers as he withdrew and thrust into her again and again. "Always knew you'd be tight around me, baby."

Y/n's head fell back, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure washed over her. "Yes... oh yes, Roman," she panted. " Harder... please."

His lips curved into a wicked smile, and he grasped her hips, lifting her to meet his powerful thrusts. The bed groaned beneath them as their bodies slapped together, the sound of flesh on flesh filling the room.

"That's it, take it all," he growled, his eyes hooded with desire. "Your pussy was made for my cock, Y/n."

His filthy words sent her spiraling closer to the edge, and she clawed at his back, urging him on. "Fuck me... harder, Roman," she begged. "Make me cum all over your big dick."

Grunting, he obliged, pounding into her with primal need. The head of his cock brushed her sweet spot with each thrust, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Y/n's moans filled the room, her breathless cries spurring him on.

Their bodies glistened with sweat as their passion climbed higher. Roman reached between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in circles. "Cum for me, baby," he demanded. "Let me feel you tighten around me."

With a cry, Y/n tumbled over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Roman groaned, feeling her release, and thrust a few more times before he followed her over the brink, spilling himself deep inside her.

As their breathing slowed, they collapsed in a tangle of limbs, still joined as one. Y/n felt Roman's heart pounding against her chest, his breath warm on her skin. She realized in that moment that their hatred had been a smokescreen, concealing a passion so intense it had scared them both. Now, in the aftermath of their confession, a new understanding would emerge.

Roman brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his expression soft. "I love you, Y/n," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I always have, even when I tried to deny it."

She smiled, her heart swelling. "I love you too, Roman," she replied, savoring the feeling of his weight on top of her. "I guess sometimes hate is just misunderstood love."

And in that moment, as they lay spent and satisfied, they knew that their WWE rivalry would never be the same again. Their hatred had transformed into a passion so intense it would fuel their every encounter, both in and out of the ring.

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All Of Your Pieces (2 - Liar! Liar!)

Chapter Summary: You wake up one morning compelled to say the truth and nothing but the truth. Wanda seizes this opportunity to ensure everything remains under her control. Meanwhile, Jimmy and Darcy finally discover what happened to Agent Monica Rambeau. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 3k+ | Chapter Tags: Manipulation

A/N: Billy is my favorite twin, if that isn't obvious already :P // More author's notes here.

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It doesn’t require a calendar to track the days here in Westview.

It's the kind of repetition that settles over suburban life, where dates fade into insignificance and days blur into a seamless loop, distinguishable only by the changing seasons. But even the current season—fall—is as predictable in its passage as ever, like storybook weather in its perfection. The birds are always chirping, the sun rises promptly at 6:40 every morning—never a minute early or a second late—and it never rains. Just endless clear skies, day after day, until the sun sets at five.

You've been chewing on this odd feeling ever since you and Wanda arrived in this part of New Jersey, but today, there's something extra. You can't pin it down, just that it's…there. Today feels different—more than usual—and you didn’t really get it until breakfast, when your mouth slipped past your usual tact with the kids.

“Mommy, do you like it?” Tommy asks, his eyes big and hopeful as he holds up a crayon drawing of what looks like the family standing outside a perfect little house. 

Perfect. Honestly, you’re getting pretty tired of everything being so perfect around here.

“It's...very colorful,” you start, the usual praise ready on your tongue, but what comes out instead is, “Though it's kind of all over the place, isn’t it? Maybe you could try to stay inside the lines a bit more.”

Speaking aloud is like sending an email: once it's out there, it's out there for good. Even so, an email would have been the better option. At least then, you could just hack into Tommy’s account—if he ever figures out how to set one up—and erase your blunder for good.

Could having a magical wife somehow save you from this mess?

It’s too late though. Tommy's face crumples, and Wanda doesn't seem keen on throwing you a lifeline, just a dirty look from across the table as you sip your morning coffee.

“But if you’re going for an abstract—” you start, but your son is already sulking off to his room. 

Billy digs into his cereal, blissfully unaware. Wanda, on the other hand, looks as if she's ready to rip open a portal to another realm and hurl you out of this one.

That can’t be good.

“You really upset him,” she says, arms crossing over her chest. “He was so proud of that drawing.”

“I know, I feel awful about it,” you groan, burying your face in your hands.  Seeing your genuine remorse, Wanda eases up, giving you a moment to stew in your guilt before she comes back to the table with a stack of pancakes.

“Here, eat up,” she says, setting them down in front of you.

You pick up your fork, cutting into the stack. They look perfect—golden brown, with the butter melting just right. You take a bite, and before you can stop yourself, the words are out.

“They're a bit dry,” you blurt out, instantly regretting your words. But once you start, you can't seem to stop. “And this maple syrup... it tastes kind of artificial.” 

Wanda gasps. “Excuse me?”

“Shit—”

“Language, Y/N!” she snaps, but it's too late, the curse is already out there, floating in the air like a bad smell. 

In the next moment, something strange happens—your lips tingle, and suddenly you can't feel your mouth. Alarmed, you touch your face, finding smooth skin where your lips should be. You try to protest, but only muffled noises emerge. Fear surges as you point frantically at your face. You attempt to scream, but no sound comes out.

Seeing your flustered pantomime, Wanda’s face goes from angry to horrified. With a wave of her hand, your mouth is back in its place, and you’re gasping, both of you staring at each other, not believing what just happened. Meanwhile, Billy is giggling, clapping his tiny hands together, and gleefully repeating the S-word you accidentally let slip earlier. 

You and Wanda just continue to stare at each other in shock, but then you glance at Billy, his innocent delight completely oblivious to the fact he’s saying something he shouldn’t, and you see the corners of Wanda’s mouth start to twitch. A moment later, she’s laughing unabashedly, and before you know it, you’re doing the same. 

Despite the peculiarities of your life here in Westview, you don't think you've ever been this content. Before Wanda, the idea of having your own family—your own kids, two no less—seemed unthinkable. You never imagined you'd have a wife, a house in a quiet suburb, or hear one of your sons swear for the first time. Westview is far from normal, but then again, so is your family. As you watch Wanda's laughter taper into soft giggles, you think it's impossible to love her any more than you already do.

Wanda made this all conceivable for you.

“Sorry, honey,” you say, though still a bit shaken by the ordeal. “I didn't mean to be so rude.”

Wanda looks even more remorseful than you feel—which makes sense, considering she did erase your mouth, however briefly.

“And I probably shouldn't have... you know, removed your mouth,” she murmurs, guiltily picking at her cuticles.

Admittedly, it was terrifying—one of the scariest experiences you've ever had. You certainly don't want a repeat. It makes you slightly wary of your wife, but your love for Wanda outweighs your fear. Standing beside one of the most powerful beings in the universe takes courage, and you've built up plenty over the years together. You're made for this—for her, for this kind of love.

“Apology accepted,” you say, mustering a weak smile.

Wanda's face floods with relief, then quickly contorts into worry. “What’s with you today?”

“I can't seem to lie,” you confess, realizing there's no easy way to skirt the truth. “I don't know what's happening, but I just can't stop saying exactly what's on my mind.”

She stares at you, confused and a little hurt. “What do you mean you can’t lie today? So, you’re usually lying?”

Before you can smooth that over, Billy looks up from his cereal, fixing you with that stern look that’s pure Wanda. “Mommy, lying is bad.”

Wanda’s gaze softens as she looks at Billy, then back at you, the seriousness returning. “Billy, why don’t you go brush your teeth and check on your brother? Your mommy and I need to talk for a little bit.”

“Okay, mama.”

Billy scampers off, and you feel your stature shrink under your wife's gaze, suddenly feeling every bit the child.

“What’s this about not being able to lie?” Wanda asks once it’s just the two of you.

You shake your head. “Look, it’s not that I usually lie, but today, I can’t even if I wanted to. It’s like a—a truth filter permanently switched off.”

Wanda takes a few moments to mull over your words. “Oh…” she starts, sounding half-convinced. “Maybe it’s stress,” she throws out after a beat. “You’ve been working really hard lately, haven’t you? Perhaps your mind is just overwhelmed and you need a mental day off.”

You had thought of that, but the whole situation seemed too weird for such a simple explanation. Then again, maybe seeing shadows where there aren't any is just another stress symptom. So you let it slide.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. I’ll see if I can call in sick next week,” you mumble, trying to sound cheerful about the prospect of a break.

Wanda comes around the table and cups your face in her hands. You let her pinch your cheeks together, feeling both stubborn and a bit sorry for yourself. It's silly, but all you want is for Wanda to coddle you and make you feel better, not to dish out logical reasons for why you’re not yourself today. 

“Well, if you're stuck with the truth, let's have some fun with it,” Wanda says.

You swallow hard, aware that any question she might ask now would either please or upset her—and there seems to be no middle ground.

“Uhm, honey, I don’t think—”

“Do you love me?”

You smirk at her; that’s an easy one. “More than anything else.”

“Only me?”

You laugh at her silly follow-up. This reminds you of the early days of your courtship when Wanda was a bottomless well of need. You didn't mind at all, knowing she needed to hear it as often as you made her feel it. Initially, you were a bit bothered, wondering if your actions weren't speaking loudly enough for her to trust you. Eventually, it became less frequent, until the question turned into a statement—You love me—to which you responded with your own: You love me too. Since then, it quickly became how you say ‘I love you’ to each other.

“Only you. I'd sooner die than love someone else,” you confidently tell her.

Her smile in return is a beautiful riddle—a riddle you can’t figure out. 

“Wanda, I—”

“Do you like living here?”

“Sometimes.” The words slip out before you can think, and you're relieved to realize that your feelings about Westview are honestly not all negative. “It’s a nice town. Quiet and cheap.”

Wanda's face does something subtle. You can't quite read her reaction, but it's clear she has more questions when she doesn't park on your answer, instead moving on to something else. 

“Do you... do you remember how we got here?"

You blink at her. Initially, the question seems a bit absurd. But as you try to formulate a response, “Of course. We got married at…” you stall, your brain blanking on the when and where of your own wedding. “...then we moved into this house last…”

You try to pin down the date, but it slips through your mind like sand.

“Wanda?” A laugh escapes you, but there's a nervous edge to it. “Why can’t I remember any of the details?”

The last thing she says before flicking her wrist is, “Because you’re not supposed to.” But even that slips away, scrubbed clean from your memory by Wanda’s sweeping hand.

–

“Jimmy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I found her.”

Jimmy hurried over to the tight corner of their camp where Darcy had practically set up shop for the past few days. Since the signals were first picked up, she's taken charge of monitoring the transmissions, her main focus being to locate Agent Monica Rambeau. They've already confirmed that many of Wanda's bizarre, sitcom-style characters are, in fact, real residents of Westview, somehow trapped inside whatever anomaly Wanda seems to be in the center of.

“That’s Monica, right?” Darcy points at the grainy image on the retro television set they've been using to watch the town's activities. The broadcasts come through at odd hours, which makes every second of surveillance crucial. 

Jimmy leans in closer, squinting at the screen where a woman bearing a striking resemblance to Monica appears. “It sure looks like her,” he confirms.

The woman onscreen is dressed in distinctly 70s fashion—a bold, patterned blouse with wide lapels tucked into high-waisted bell-bottoms. Her hair is styled in voluminous, bouncy curls that softly frame her face, completing the look that is so far removed from the S.W.O.R.D. uniform Jimmy last saw her in.

“I wonder what character she’s playing in the show…” Darcy muses.

A handful of nearby crew quietly look on as Monica steps out of a Hornet, a stack of papers clutched in her hand, and strides confidently toward one of those cookie-cutter houses lining the street—yours and Wanda's.

“Stay frosty, Monica,” Darcy mutters under her breath, staring unblinkingly at the screen as they watch her knock gently on the door.

It’s Wanda who greets her with a guarded smile. “Hello, can I help you?” she asks, sizing up the stranger on her doorstep.

“Hi, there. I’m Geraldine. You must be Wanda,” Monica says. Jimmy and Darcy exchange a look, both arriving at the same conclusion: whatever spell has ensnared the other residents, Monica appears to be under it too.

“Do I know you?” Wanda asks, her teeth gritted in what she hopes passes for a smile. But Wanda, she’s got a tell. It’s never hard to see when she’s faking it. The sitcom laugh track of this Westview tries to spin it as humor, but it’s clear to anyone—she’s not thrilled about Geraldine’s arrival at all.

“Oh, I’m sorry, has Y/N not mentioned who I am?” Geraldine asks mildly,  like she’s bringing up some small, casual detail—which, for Wanda, it isn’t.

“Honey, who's at the door?” Your voice drifts from the living room just before you step into view, crunching on an apple. When you spot the visitor, your face lights up with recognition, puzzling Wanda even more.

“Evening, ma'am,” Geraldine nods at you with a polite smile.

Wanda keeps darting glances between you and Geraldine, trying to piece together what's going on. And what’s frustrating her is you don’t seem privy at all to her disconcertment.

“I told you to just call me Y/N,” you admonish with a light grin. “What brings you here?”

“W-Who is she?” Wanda jumps in, keeping up her charade of a pleasant surprise.

“It’s Geraldine,” you tell Wanda, expecting her to recognize the name. Her blank, slightly annoyed expression forces you to jog your memory and that’s when it hits you that your wife has no idea what you’re talking about. “She’s my new assistant. Didn’t I tell you?” you say sheepishly.

“No, honey, you certainly did not,” Wanda replies, her smile stretched a bit too tight. She turns to Geraldine. “Aren’t offices usually closed by five?”

“They sure are, Wanda,” Geraldine replies cheerfully. It bothers Wanda how Geraldine uses ‘ma’am’ for you but casually drops her first name like they're old friends.

“So, why are you here?” Wanda asks, no longer bothering to hide her irritation.

“Oh, just dropping off some reports that Y/N needed to review tonight. Urgent stuff, you know?” Geraldine holds up the stack of papers in her hand as proof.

“Yikes,” Darcy winces at the tension practically leaking through the screen, feeling that deep cringe of secondhand embarrassment for Monica's obliviousness to Wanda's ire.

Fortunately for your assistant, you position yourself between her and Wanda, intercepting just as your wife’s temper begins to flare. You remember Wanda’s warm, almost syrupy kindness with Agnes when she first appeared, which only makes her sudden cold front toward Geraldine unreasonable.

“I completely forgot about those reports. Thanks for bringing them over, Geraldine,” you say, nudging her toward the exit. “See you Monday!”

Then, you close the door before she can add anything else, sparing both women from each other.

“So, why haven't you mentioned Geraldine before?” Wanda asks, not sparing another second to grill you about your new assistant.

You frown, thinking back. “I thought I did.”

Wanda looks at you for a long moment, her expression inscrutable. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you’re not telling me?” she demands, her eyes searching yours.

“Uh-oh, trouble in paradise,” Darcy sing-songs, stuffing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. Jimmy reaches over, trying to sneak a handful, but she swats him away.

You give her a lopsided smile, doing your best to charm your way out of the situation. The compulsive honesty from earlier isn't nagging at you anymore, but really, there's no need to sugarcoat anything in this case.

“Sounds like someone's a little jealous,” you tease lightly. And there it is again—that distant chorus of an audience, laughing on cue. You really need to talk to Wanda about this; it could be linked to all the experiments she's been doing with her powers.

Wanda barks out a forced laugh right into your smirking face. “Jealous? Me? There's no way I'm jealous of anyone, especially not Geraldine.”

“Then why did you look like you wanted to throw her out yourself when she showed up?”

Wanda's smile fades a tad, then she just shrugs. “Because she was interrupting our family dinner time. That's all.”

Normally, you'd draw this out until she admits she's jealous, but that could take all night. Right now, all you want is to kiss your beautiful wife, the only one you see. It's getting late, and not being able to touch her all day is driving you a little mad with want.

“Fine, you're not jealous,” you whisper, moving in, wrapping your arms around her waist. “Why would you be? You’re the prettiest, smartest, most amazing woman anyone could ask for.”

Wanda melts into you almost instantly. “You love me.”

“You love me too,” you say before leaning in to peck her lips. She hums happily against your lips, but just then, you hear the boys complaining about being hungry. Sharing a smile, you both head back to sort out dinner.

The episode ends, credits roll, and Darcy groans, tossing her head back. “No way. I need more of this,” she huffs, stabbing her finger at the screen. “They're perfect together. Shame Y/N’s supposedly dead. I hate spoilers.”

“She doesn’t look dead to me from here,” Jimmy says.

“My theory? That’s not actually her. I bet Wanda or someone did something to make a rando look like Y/N.”

“You think?”

Darcy nods. “With all the surreal stuff happening here? Yeah, I'd put money on it, dude.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Jimmy concedes. “Anyway, it’s a relief to see Agent Rambeau’s alive and kicking.”

“As Geraldine,” Darcy reminds him. “I wonder who chooses their names for them. Back to Y/N, what did that Howard guy have to say about Y/N being dead but so alive in Westview?”

“It’s Hayward,” Jimmy corrects her with a sigh. “He doesn’t seem interested in her or anyone else trapped inside. He’s more interested in the energy field surrounding the town.”

“And their boys?” Darcy adds, not listening to Jimmy’s rant. “We don’t have any public record of their true identities in Westview, right?”

Jimmy gives her a sidelong glance. “No records, no data. As far as Westview’s concerned, they just… appeared.”

“Typical,” she mutters, jotting down notes without looking away from the TV's static, hoping there’s a bonus episode or something.

But the screen stays blank, nothing but static for hours on end.

–

After hours of making love, Wanda lies next to you, watching you sleep. She’s used her powers on you before, but never here, never without your consent since you became a couple. Casting the hex was the easy part, the lying to you—not so much. Acting like she didn't know what was troubling you had hurt her more than she let on. 

She wanted to check if you were still happy here, still content, or if doubts were starting to creep in. And knowing you—the real you—you'd probably lie to Wanda just to keep her happy, just to ensure she has everything she wants. You've always prioritized her needs over your own, always stepping aside to let her shine. She wants the same for you, but you always manage to outdo her in every act of self-sacrifice.

When you started asking her about the exact dates of the wedding you thought you two actually had, it confirmed you still had no idea why you’re here, or what she’s done. She was relieved, honestly, because it meant she could stop forcing you to tell the truth, a spell she’d put on you out of desperation more than distrust.

She isn't sure how long this will last, just that it might be the most happiness she'll ever know, even if it's a delicate, fleeting kind. How did she even do this? Wanda doesn’t even know. It just happened—like a rose that has sprouted off a barren land. And now, despite having everything she's ever wanted, there’s always this nagging fear that it could all fall apart.

Quietly, she makes a promise to herself to fix things. She promises to you and her boys, she’ll find a way to make this life real, something that won’t just vanish like everything else she’s ever loved.

[aurae-rori]

“ruler of my heart”

— a short oneshot involving flowerhusbands trying to dance together, lots of fluff, scott contemplating life, and overall niceness :)

— this is just a disgusting amount of fluff with some contemplation from scott shoved in, i think this cured my depression

— literally just them being in love and kissing :)

— 1.1k words worth of fluff :)

[damiansgoodgirll]

Jey and Jimmy x platonic r where she’s like a little sis to them and she followed them outside the bloodline and when someone (charlotte or dakota you choose) try to attack her backstage they go into protective mode please

the usos x reader (platonic)

tw : reader being attacked behind her back and a little injured reader

i love charlotte so please forgive me for making her the bad guy here

backstabber

starting off in nxt was the step to succeed into the main roster, well, not for everyone was like that but you knew you had potential to achieve that. barely 21 you had been wrestling since you were 18. not that much but you were good, you had talent and people saw that in you.

that’s how you found yourself being recruited by the bloodline right after the match you won in nxt. no one told you that so you were a little surprised but you knew you couldn’t let that opportunity go away so you accepted.

from nxt to raw and smackdown.

the usos were the one who saw the potential in you and they wanted you in the team. roman really didn’t care but he agreed that the bloodline needed a female gaze and he liked the way you fight, the way you were able to speak without fear and how people liked you.

you started getting more matches and one night you won the smackdown female title against charlotte.

oh she was mad.

she couldn’t understand how someone like you, with little to no experience and only 21 could beat her, the queen, the most perfect woman on the roaster. she was beyond pissed and she wanted to get revenge on you but she knew she had to work on a way to hit you when you were at your lowest.

she thought it would be hard but then the usos lost their title and the bloodline fell apart. you were shocked but you always knew you would stick with the twins. they were the reason you were champion now and you couldn’t let that go away.

you stayed with the twins and they showed you so much gratitude for sticking with them, knowing their whole family turned their back on them.

you were now a trio. the twins and you and even if the feud kept going on you still retain your title. you fought against so many big names you always admired and couldn’t be happier.

in reality everyone loved you. rhea ripley was a menace in the ring but she turned out to be one of your best friends. becky loved you, she always said how your happiness could light up her days. bailey took you under her protective wing. she trained you and even if you fought her a couple of times she was beyond proud of what you were achieving. you even tried to talk with charlotte but she would simply ignore you.

so while you were waiting for the twins to finish their gym session so you could train together you felt something or more like someone hitting your back from behind.

there were no cameras, no shows going on. it was just a simple day backstage where everyone was working for the upcoming show.

you dropped your phone on the ground and you let out a loud and pitched scream. you’ve never felt so much pain in your life. you knew something was wrong, your back was in so much pain you fell and couldn’t even stand and breathe properly.

jey and jimmy heard the scream. and they knew it was you.

they left the gym and ran into your direction.

they saw you you laid on the ground with charlotte hovering over you. she kept kicking you and giving you punches you thought you were going to die. there was blood coming out your nose and head. your legs where both shaking from pain and you knew your left shoulder was dislocated.

as jimmy went to remove charlotte from your body, jey got down at your height and saw your bruised body.

“that was my title you fucking bitch!” charlotte kept screaming as jimmy and some security tried to keep charlotte away from you.

you didn’t even care about what she was saying. you were in too much pain and all you wanted to do was sleep the day off.

“hey y/n…can you hear me? can you talk to me please?” jey softly asked you.

“can’t…breathe…” you whispered.

he knew it was serious when he heard your voice. you were struggling to breathe and he had no idea of what to do.

“i’m gonna lift you in my arms okay?” he said and you nodded, he also motioned someone to call an ambulance “one…two…three” he picked you up and tried to be as gentle as possible but you let out a small scream that broke his heart.

“shh…we’re getting you help” he said as he moved away from the backstage.

charlotte was taken under custody and jimmy joined his brother.

“shit where the fuck is the ambulance!” jimmy almost shouted.

you were in so much pain you had no more tears to cry, all that was left where your sobs and your body shaking and whimpering with you.

“you’re gonna be okay sweetheart…” jimmy said while trying to clean the blood off your face.

they were beyond mad and wanted charlotte to pay for what she did but right now their first priority were you.

they got inside with you in the ambulance and both of them held your hands, whispering soft words.

you knew you were in good hands so you let yourself fall asleep. that made everyone alert. you were losing too much blood and you fell unconscious.

once at the hospital you were treaded with the utmost care and respect and only after a few hours but what felt an eternity for the twins the doctor managed to patch you up.

you had a dislocated shoulder, a few broken ribs, a concussion and a lower back pain. you got lucky charlotte didn’t hit you higher otherwise you could have remain paralysed.

“so that means…” you whispered. the twins both in the room with you.

“no wrestling for at least three months, you need to recover and get back in shape” the doctor said. you felt your heart breaking into million pieces.

“but - but what about the title…and summerslam and…” you whispered.

“hey hey don’t think about those things right now…you need to recover and recovering needs time” jey said holding your hand “you need to focus on yourself…not on wrestling”

“but…” you tried to speak but jimmy stopped you.

“jey’s right…you need time for yourself and we’re always gonna be here for you, always”

“thanks…” you whispered.

“now my dear you need to rest…we’re gonna be outside while we exchange a few words with the doctor…” jey said, kissing your hand and then your head.

you waited for them to exit the room before you let yourself cry, all the tears from what happened before. your dream falling into pieces and knowing you couldn’t do anything about it made you even angrier, but eventually all the crying tired you out and you quickly fell asleep.

jey and jimmy were talking with the boss, telling them exactly what happened and that some people saw the scene too. they wanted charlotte’s career to go into oblivion and they were ready to fight for it.

[echoingkarma]

CW: Overdose, death, murder, SA references etc. It's Mouthwashing

Anya doesn't quite know what's happening. She remembers the way the pills felt in her fingers, and then in her throat. She remembers the hard swallow, trying not to gag, and the tears.

And then she remembers floating. Seeing herself, still on the floor, blood staining her face and dripping down to tint her uniform a deep crimson. She remembers seeing Curly, hearing the faintest of whimpers and turning to follow his gaze past her form and out the door.

She'd watched the axe swing alongside him.

Anya covers her mouth and gasps. There's a trail of blood leading out of the room, and she reluctantly follows it, staring down at Daisuke's body as he lays there. Swansea drapes something over his head and stands, and she watches his expression change and change again, countless emotions flying past.

Jimmy stalks out of the room and she instinctively steps out of his way, although he ignores her entirely, walking straight through her arm as she ducks to the side and holds her breath.

Anya doesn't want to follow him. She doesn't want to know his intentions, realising slowly what's happening as Swansea picks up the axe again and Curly groans and twists on his bed.

She looks, then. She sees Jimmy opening the case, setting the code scanner down to replace it with the gun she'd hidden. She watches as he checks it's loaded and slowly turns to Swansea, something wild in his expression as though he's not in the room at all.

There's a fight she shies away from, unable to help, unable to process anything as, ultimately, Swansea loses and is tied to a chair by the dinner table. Jimmy levels the gun at him, not content in slowly letting Swansea bleed out in the same way he'd been willing to let Daisuke.

She listens to Swansea's final speech, and the gunshot that ends it all. Her body is picked up and she shudders as the lot of them are moved to the table. Jimmy places Curly on it, removing part of his leg and forcing it down his throat, and she wants to be sick.

And then the entire ship seems to lurch, and she gasps for air as the lights flicker on and off around her.

When she sits up, she's in the medical room. Curly shakes her shoulder, and she blinks up at him, mouth dropping open as she fights to process how he's standing in front of her again, clean and handsome and not at all bloodied, with a polite look of concern on his face.

"You fell asleep at the desk, Anya? How hard are you studying?" he asks with a polite chuckle, voice low and quiet. It must be late.

Her brain and emotions fight a war she isn't ready for, and Anya feels herself tear up. She goes to wipe it away, and it feels like her entire body shudders and jolts two paces to the left as the tiredness and aches settle back in.

Her stomach feels weird.

She remembers this day. It was soon after Jimmy...

Anya bites her tongue.

She'd told Curly, then. It was the first time she'd admitted it, half asleep, exhausted, and scared out of her mind. He'd come into the medical room after she'd worked herself into a panic and fallen asleep sometime after, body too worn to keep going.

Now, she looks at him, and he looks as kind and welcoming as ever. And she wonders how much of that is real and how much of it he's crafted.

Curly was a good man, but he wasn't a great one. He had his own fears to contend with, and they got in the way of things, she'd realised somewhere along the line. She remembers going to get the gun, then. Taking matters into her own hands.

There's nothing to stop her doing that now.

"Curly... You know the medical cabinet by the bay windows? I need to check what supplies we have in there for one of these..." and she holds up a form about something or other, tucking it away before he can actually read it. "Can I borrow the code scanner and go check? I'll bring it straight back."

"Shouldn't you go sleep?" Curly asks, sitting on the corner of the desk. He looks like he's going to reach out to her, but when Anya flinches he stops and seems to truly look at her for a moment before his gaze passes over her and away to the wall.

He was good at pretending not to notice the obvious.

"I promise I will after I get this done. I just... Want to make sure we really have everything, just in case."

Curly nods to himself, not one to take much convincing. He considers it for a few moments and then passes the scanner to her, holding the index finger of his other hand to his mouth.

"Don't tell anyone," he mutters, tone lightheartedly secretive. "Especially Jimmy. I just know he'd kick up a fuss if he found out I let someone else borrow this when he hasn't gotten to yet."

Anya smiles and wraps her fingers securely around the scanner.

"I won't. Promise."

And she stands, eyes the lock on the medical room, and leaves. She's almost glad she hadn't locked the door that night.

It takes a few days to build the nerve for it all, but she watches Jimmy's decline, and this time she actually sees it. She tells Swansea, too, one day in the cockpit.

He's quiet, almost contemplative as he listens to her, and she watches him ball his hands into fists before he tucks them away out of her sight.

When she reaches the conclusion she's come to, the new ending she's going to build, trying not to wince at him when her eyes trace over the spaces she expects to find bullet holes, Swansea just nods.

"It's your choice," is what he settles on ultimately. "Ain't ever had much liking for the two of them. Just don't do it in front of the kid."

Anya nods, and all in a rush, she steps forward and throws her arms around his neck. Swansea gives little more protest than a small groan before he pats her twice on the back, keeping his hands high and his touch gentle.

"I'm on your side girl. If anything comes of this, I'll be with you," he mumbles, frowning through his words as though he himself isn't quite sure of it, although Anya knows the look in his eyes.

He's set his mind on something. Nothing can deter Swansea now.

It's the next day, and she wonders about trying to tell Curly again, but she sits on the sofa and stares up at that one dead pixel and puts her hand in her pocket.

This is it.

She sees Jimmy go into the cockpit, and she follows behind him a little after. He turns when she enters, frowning as if he's reminding her he doesn't think she belongs here.

Anya smiles.

She thinks maybe she hasn't in a while. Not properly, and god, never really at this monster of a man in front of her.

His worst moments made him.

She takes the gun and levels it at his forehead, and hears Curly call from down the corridor. There's a scuffle, and she knows Swansea is trying to keep him away.

Anya locks the door.

She doesn't really have any final words for Jimmy, watching his confidence rot away under the threat she points at him so resolutely. There's no changing the outcome. Only one of them will be leaving this room alive.

She aims close to his temple, where his own shot had landed last time.

Anya doesn't try to reason with Curly, but she does explain. Her voice is level as she talks through the door, and he tries once to explain it all away as being a nightmare she shouldn't have acted on, he would've taken responsibility, he would've dealt with it.

She scoffs, and she hears Curly go still on the other side of the door.

"But you never have," she says. And then, "I told you."

And so she tells him.

[imanii-leaa]

wanted to start off making a good impression, so here y’all go! 😅😅

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I’m Ready.

y’all ever feel that chu can’t do something? ever? like your life doesn’t fit with said something. well, that’s how jey (josh) felt towards coco. his party animal life didn’t suit with coco’s dream life. for him, it was too settled.. too rushed. sure, he loved her but was he willing to risk freedom for her expectations? ↴↴

‼️ YALL DONT AND I MEAN DONT EVER USE, COPY, OR STEAL MY STUFF, REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED, FEEDBACK AND LIKES INCLUDED, AND ALL OCS ARE MINE. i dont own anything else (obviously except fictional events made by me) 😌 ‼️

*Not proof read

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(3rd person POV)

𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨: 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 (𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐱 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐲𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐞)

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Jones was getting ready to hop in the shower before she got a WhatsApp notification from her friend, Trinity (or some like to call her Naomi). Coco ignored the message, played her shower playlist and stepped into the shower. She closed her eyes and swayed her hips to the music as she felt the hot water comfortably burn down her skin.

She was really getting into it before her music stopped. What the heck? That question lingered in her head, not for long though as she heard her iPhone ringtone coming from her phone. Coco sighed as she looked through the glass mirror cover bit of her shower to see the contact name.

“WhatsApp call incoming: trintwin 💕💚”

The 5’10 woman felt as if to laugh. Is she serious? Coco waited for the ringing to end and her music to play, and it did just that. Around 20 minutes later, she stepped out and grabbed her towel to wrap around her slim, ebony body. Entering her room and drying off, Courtney went on her missed calls list, tapped on her friend’s name and calling her again. After one ring, Naomi picked up.

Here’s how that convo went:

T: GIRL, I BEEN CALLING YOU!

C: Chill, boo, I was in the shower. ‘nyways wassuh?

T: Yuh, uh-huh, anyways Jon’s going out and asked me to accompany him, I do wanna go but not without my girls. I texted and called Jade, Bianca, Nikki and Brie already, telling them to bring their mans but I can’t leave my fav out! So whatchu say?

Coco sucked her teeth and giggled a bit. They had only known each other for a month through mutual friends and with their busy schedule, they never really had the chance to hang out. Despite the fact that it is in a group, it would still be nice to catch up on things with her.

C: Nope, I’ve got no plans for the day and I desire to keep it like that, thanks though!

T: Oh, it wasn’t a question. Be ready by 8 later this night. Before you say anything, I do know that it is currently 11AM but I didn’t want to forget to ask you. Please come, it’s our day off, we both barely get those, and it’s time to let your guard down and relax with the girlies for a bit!

Trinity was a master at persuading people because after that, Coco had reluctantly agreed to her invite. She wasn’t going to lie, she was playing hard to get as she was feeling a tad bit excited to go out and enjoy herself for the night; she did have nothing to do after all.

( 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝟳𝗣𝗠, 𝗖𝗢𝗖𝗢 𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗣 )

Coco was listening to her song, ICU, while doing her hair and makeup, until she received a text notification from Trinity. She stopped everything that she was doing to pick up her phone and take a look. Tutting, she picked the iPhone 14 pro up and took a look at what Trin had said.

‘Change of plans, we’re leaving in around 30 minutes, so you should probably start getting ready to leave. Sorry for the inconvenience!’

Coco dropped her phone down and sighed. This just annoyed her. She’s near the end of her makeup and doesn’t know what jewelry she was going to where. What perfume, what bag, shoes..

That was very important to her! Nevertheless, she had to round up what she was doing-so she quickly finished off her making, though making sure not to rush, found a cute purse to match with her CUTE outfit and of course had to finish off the look with some gold accessories and shoes. Adding a bit of her Clive Christian - X Feminine Perfume into the mix before she was set to go.

That must’ve taken around 45 minutes, but if they were to be disappointed it would be their fault for changing plans on such short notice.

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— AT THE CLUB —

Coco entered the club, immediately surrounded by the smell of booze and the sound of blasting music coming from the speakers that are seen to be nearly everywhere in the club.

(COCO’s POV)

The club stank of richness. I didn’t consider myself to be rich and famous, just upper-middle class and well-known. Most would disagree. Anyways, I looked around the club, searching for my friends. The bar…nope. I turned my head to the right and couldn’t see anybody. I looked to the left and saw a big group of people. Without thinking twice, I began to walk towards them until I realized they were complete strangers. I took my phone out from my purse and was going to text Trinity until I heard her forever cheerful voice.

“Girrrlll! You came! We all thought you was gon stand us up, come with me” Not giving me a chance to reply, she took me in her arms and lead me upstairs. I figured a bit ago that that kind of annoys me. I ignore it though, because that’s my homegirl! Dang, ian knew this place had an upstairs. I thought, mentally rubbing the back of my neck.

A few minutes later after walking through a closed off hallway, we arrived in front of a door that had two security in front of it and a label on the entry that ‘Door 13: V.I.P Only’. Taking a quick second to myself, I looked around and noticed that there were other VIP rooms around us. We stepped inside and I noticed everybody that was there.

(incoming wrestler’s stage names and real life partner’s names- mind yu, main characs in this story won’t be called by their real names)

Jon, Kofi, Xavier, Bianca, Montez, Jade, Brandon, Liv, Jordynne, Bayley and … JOSHUA?!

He looked up from his phone, staring at my surprised face in shock aswell. Oops, guess I said that out loud. I turned to Trinity and hit her playfully, my jaw still dropped. “Uh, trin! You ain’t never said anything about him being here!”

She shrugged and sat back down next to Jonathan. The others looked uninterested, everybody except from Bayley and Liv, the only females without a partner. Bianca and Jade were going to greet me but obviously I was busy and they were busy too, having deeps with their partners. Josh approached me and suddenly I tensed up.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented. “Thanks” I replied back. “Can we talk over there?” Joshua gestured to an empty space: the bar.

“Um, sure”

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OKAY, YALL? WHAT YALL THINK?? Mb, yall im not very good at English and i often get messed up with uk vs us words so yea.. anywayss, lmk what yu think? 💭 🩷‼️