#maybe throw in a side of take a sneaky picture

[eonars]

It's so funny when I'm dressed very Active Participant In A Subculture and then some guy wearing socks and slides and a giant fake diamond earring and one airpod probably listening to a manosphere podcast makes a real point to do an overexaggerated ew face in a way that ensures I see it. Like oh no. I'm gonna go kill myself now cause you think I look creepy.

[jxwl4k]

Beach Day

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a fun, relaxing day together at the beach, making simple moments special.

It was a sunny day, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as Bakugou and YN arrived at the beach. The golden sand stretched out before them, and the sparkling ocean seemed to call their names. YN immediately smiled, excited to feel the soft sand between her toes, while Bakugou gave the water a wary glance.

“C’mon, Bakugou! You love the beach,” YN said, grinning as she ran ahead, throwing her towel down on the sand.

“Tch, I like the beach, not the water,” Bakugou grumbled, following after her at a slower pace. He loved the calm of being near the ocean, but swimming wasn’t really his thing.

YN giggled, understanding. She knew how much Bakugou adored the outdoors, but getting him in the water was a rare sight. “Wait right here,” she said, running off toward one of the nearby beach shops.

Bakugou furrowed his brows but sat down on the towel, watching as YN darted off. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his elbows as the sun warmed his skin. The sound of the waves was nice, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting bored just sitting there.

After a few minutes, YN returned, a huge smile on her face as she hid something behind her back.

“What’s with that grin?” Bakugou asked, raising a brow.

“I got you something! You said you don’t like the water, so I figured you’d need something else to do.” YN pulled out a small, bright yellow toy excavator—complete with a remote control—from behind her back. “Ta-da! You can dig around in the sand with it. It even has a controller!”

Bakugou blinked, staring at the toy and its controller. “Are you serious?”

YN nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! You can make it dig, move sand, and build little sand mountains with it. Just like a real excavator. Trust me, it’ll be fun!”

Bakugou stared at the toy for a moment, looking between it and YN’s hopeful expression. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I bet you’ll like it.” YN winked before plopping down next to him, pushing the controller into his hands.

He grumbled but took the remote. At first, he simply poked at the sand with the excavator, unsure of what to do. But after a few moments, he started driving it around, making little piles and scooping up sand. YN watched him, a soft smile on her face as Bakugou gradually got into it.

“Look at you, Mr. Excavator Expert,” YN teased, leaning over to give him a playful nudge.

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, but there was no bite in his tone. Instead, he kept playing with the toy, maneuvering it to make small sand hills and trenches with precision.

YN laughed, watching the normally tough and serious Bakugou focus on his tiny remote-controlled excavator. It was so simple, but so adorable. She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of him, saving it for later.

After a while, Bakugou paused, catching her sneaky move. “Oi, what’re you taking pictures for?”

“Just a cute memory,” YN said with a grin. “You look so happy with your toy excavator.”

Bakugou scoffed, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “Whatever.” He reached out and pulled YN closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Next time, we’re getting you a toy. I’m not gonna be the only one playing.”

YN giggled, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out at the waves. “Deal. As long as you keep having fun.”

Bakugou smirked and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit.”

“Too late,” YN whispered, giggling as Bakugou gave her a playful side-eye.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sand, Bakugou occasionally using the excavator and its controller to dig around while YN watched, basking in the warmth of the sun and the cuteness of the moment.

[roguelov]

Hello love I got some Morpheus ideas for you. What era form (Like 1389, 1489, 1589, 1689, 1789, 1889 or his current form) would Morpheus change into for a family reunion? Maybe to even tease the reader since they love all of his appearances. (My personal favorite is the 1689)

Like his S/o has a family reunion and Morpheus is in his clingy state (Maybe the Reader is pregnant) and doesn't want to leave the reader's side. The reader may not want to force Morpheus to go with them due to his past in the waking world. Though Morpheus the ever so sweet, clingy, protective, being he is wanted to go since this would be the first time he meets the reader's whole family and the reader's parents maybe a second or third time. Readers' parents love him.

Maybe have the reunion on a ranch and both Morpheus and Reader go horseback riding together and Reader's mom takes sneaky pictures of the two being cutes. Maybe the end Reader tells their whole family that they're expecting a bun in the oven.

My poor heart this is so cute

Dream can wear whatever he wants because like you said he always looks good. Maybe he does a combo to impress your parents of like the button up from the 1800s and the coat from the present (aka I want this man in a button up and rolled up sleeves looking like a snack at the reunion). The moment this man steps out of the bathroom and you’re just staring he smirks and strolls up to you whispering ‘you like what you see, my dear?’ (And maybe just maybe a lil fun time before the reunion 🤭 or at least a promise of fun when you get home)

ALSO all your cousins and aunts and uncle are so in shock and whispering about your boyfriend (and possibly soon to be fiancé) and they definitely are smiling and giggling to themselves as Morpheus hovers closely around you. They all are placing bets on when Morpheus will pop the question and your mom is so in on the bet. Maybe your extended family pull Morpheus into their conversations and start joking with him and he wears a smile small happy to be included

If it’s on the ranch and your mom takes pics of you and Morpheus on horseback those pics will be used in future wedding photos (Morpheus knows what your mom did and will secretly ask her for the pics which she happily gives him a copy)

And if there is a bun in the oven all your family are screaming with joy (with money being passed around in the background because damnit how did your cousin know you were expecting) then cue your family wanting to throw you a baby shower

[happypeaceperson]

Pictures of you

Ethan landry x male reader (NSFW)

Someone had sent a bunch of fic ideas and one was about sending nudes so i took that idea and made it into this. Hope you guys enjoy!!

Ethan laid in his bed as he stared at his phone screen. He was awaiting a response from Y/N. He placed his phone right beside him on the bed, the anticipation of the message making him anxious. He was alone in the dorm tonight. Chad left 15 minutes ago to hang out with Tara and their friends. Ethan would have tagged along but he was too exhausted from this class today to do anything with his friends. He also knew Y/N wasn't going to be there so he would have been ignored by all his friends. They always ended up ignoring him. Going off with their significant other.

His face lit up in joy when he felt the bed vibrate from his receiving a message. He saw the notification read "Y/N <3 has sent a snap". He found himself smiling like an idiot. He loved when Y/N would send him pictures, they were either the dumbest things ever or something special for him to save for later. He hoped this time it was the latter. 

He opened the message to be greeted with a pic of the top of Y/N's head. His hair looked wet, like he was just out of the shower. There was a message laid in the middle of the pic.

"Hey :)" . Ethan clicked off the picture. Switching to the camera on Snapchat, preparing to take a picture. He didn't know what to do. Should he do a pose? Or maybe keep it simple and send only the side of his face. But that was boring. He decided to keep it simple. Snapping a pic of the side of his face.

Now what to say. He didn't know. He thought for a second, trying to come up with something. He got an idea. It looked like Y/N just got out of the shower. Maybe he could get something out of that. He began typing. "How was the shower?". He sat there for a moment. Not sure if that's what he should say. Fuck it. He hits send and throws his phone back down onto the bed.

He wasn't sure why he was acting like this. Him and Y/N have been going out for about 3 months now. It's not like they haven't talked everyday but the thought of getting to see Y/N's body made him nervous. They hadn't done anything crazy together yet. The most they did was make out. They both wanted to take their time with things. That didn't stop Y/N from sending some sneaky pics to Ethan every once in a while. Nothing too revealing, but enough to get Ethan going. 

He felt the bed vibrate again. He immediately reached for his phone. Clicking the message. Y/N was now in his room. The picture consisted of him standing in front of his mirror. His hand was placed on the edge of a towel that lay around his waist. His bare chest being the main focus point for Ethan's eyes to fall onto. Ethan felt pressure growing down below, in his pants. 

He read the message. "Yep. Wish you were in it tho :(". Ethan knew he was playing with him at this point. He was trying to get a reaction and it was definitely working. 

Ethan re-opened the camera. He snapped a pic of his face with a frown. He wrote out "Well if I knew there was an invitation then I would of joined" 

He looked at the message, contemplating if he should add to it. He began typing underneath his previous message. "Would've loved to see what's under the towel :/". He knew this had to do something to Y/N. He hoped it would work. 

He sent the message. His hand falling down to his groin, slightly rubbing it. He felt weird doing this, but he couldn't stop now. His phone dinged, showing him a new snap has been sent. He opened it and felt his heart jump. The picture was taken in front of the same mirror, but this time there was no towel. Ethan looked in disappointment at Y/N's hand being placed over his private area. 

"why wait for the shower to see that?". Ethan realised he was fucking with him. He was going to have to earn this. He took a picture of where his hand had been placed, slightly showing the bulge that had formed. 

"Who said I wanted to wait?? ;)". He readjusted himself on the bed. The pressure in his pants was killing him. He pulled at the waistband. Moving his pants down. He pulled his underwear down a little too, allowing his cock space to come out. 

His phone dinged again. He opened the message. 

"Well since you've been so patient :)". It was another mirror picture. This time it was Y/N's back. Ethan looked at the lower half of the picture. The towel was still gone but nothing was covering him below this time. Fuck. His ass was hot. Ethan inhaled sharply as he grabbed at his pulsating cock. He started to get into a continuous motion. 

He snapped a pic of the side of his head again. He knew it wasn't very original, but he wasn't bothered with trying to take a good pic. He rushed a response. "Is that all I get to see?". He sent the message immediately. Not wanting to wait any longer. Ethan found himself moaning slightly. He hadn't stopped his motions on his cock. 

His phone let out a ding. That was fast. Upon opening the message he was greeted with another text. 

"Nope. Enjoy ;)". Ethan looked at the picture. It was still being taken in front of his mirror but he was facing towards it. His hand holding what Ethan had been hoping to see. He quickened his pace. Fuck it felt good. He felt amazing. The pleasure taking over his mind. He continued to look at the picture of Y/N,taking in the beauty of the man on his phone. He closed his eyes as he released one final moan. His hips jolted as he began to release over himself. His breaths were more laboured, exhausted from what he had just done.

He clicked off of the picture. Placing his phone onto the desk beside his bed. He went to the bathroom. Cleaning himself off. He felt like he was in a dream. He never thought he would see Y/N like that. He could still picture the photo so vividly. He cursed himself internally realising he didn't save it. 

He walked back to his bed. He was ready to sleep, too exhausted to do anything else. He checked his phone one last time. Seeing another message from Y/N. He opened it. 

"Have fun??" Ethan rolled his eyes at the message, laughing to himself. 

"so much fun" he watched as Y/N's bitmoji began typing. 

"Wish i could've seen :(". He smiled at the message. Y/N sure knew how to flirt. 

"Maybe next time ;)" Ethan hit send before turning his phone off. Closing his eyes, ready to fall asleep. He smiled to himself. He knew how lucky he was to have someone like Y/N. 

[xas24]

forgotten ~ pedri

summary: one sided love.

pt.2

“the stars look really pretty tonight.” the young boy stated out loud after a moment of the two catching their breath. y/n heaved out a chuckle as her chest rose up and down, her eyes staring up at the starry sky.

“they look the same as every other night, pedro.” y/n replied, one hand against her chest and the other against the soft grass beneath her, fingers tugging on the strands. the boys eyes went from the night sky to the girl next to him, big brown eyes running accross her side profile.

“then i guess they always look pretty.” she didn’t feel him looking, gazing, at her. she was too busy taking in the sight before them. she couldn’t deny the sky did look extra beautiful tonight; the moon was in a neat crescent, the stars shining as bright as the eyes of the boy next to her.

both of their feet hurt from playing football in her backyard so much, playing till the dying sun disappeared and the moon made an appearance. pedro let out another hefty sigh and that’s when she finally turned to look at him.

“today was fun, we should play football more often.” she suggested. pedro only smiled in response, eyes never leaving hers.

when she smiled back, his mouth opened and he spat out the three words he was just throwing into the back of his mind but wasn’t able to do so in time. “i love you, y/n.”

his eyes were optimistic, his hands were sweaty and his heart was thumping against his ribcage. y/n only stared at his expression before letting out a laugh.

her grin was so bright and hopeful and beautiful as she reached her elbow up to nudge his side. “i love you too, idiot. you’re my bestfriend.”

a similar laugh forcefully left his lips at her sentence as he looked back towards the starry sky at the same time as her. they looked more dull than before, their sparkle having disappeared from just a few minutes ago - or maybe it was just his vision being obscured with the fresh tears.

of course he was just her bestfriend. how stupid he was to think she would ever love him, ever even spare a thought about loving him the way he loved her.

it was silly of him. they were only 12, maybe she would change her mind about him later on.

•••

“make a wish!” everyone cheered after singing happy birthday. pedro shut his eyes for a few seconds, a small tint of blush covering his cheeks as he then blew out his candles. y/n had the biggest smile on her face as she stood next to him, clapping her hands and staring at him with nothing but adoration.

when he leaned back up and smiled towards the small camera his brother was practically holding in his face ready for a picture, he couldn’t help but pull y/n into it too - it was just instinct. she wrapped an arm around his torso, head against his as the two youngsters grinned for the camera infront of his homemade birthday cake.

after a few pictures, y/n couldn’t help but pull her bestfriend into a big hug. she knew how he wasn’t too fond of birthdays, especially his own, so she made sure to make every single one special for him.

“happy 15th, birthday boy.” she mumbled into his ear, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders. pedro twisted his own around her middle, tightening himself around her comfortably and taking in her familiar scent. he didn’t have anyone else but her to thank for this amazing party, bringing all of his family together to celebrate a day pedro himself almost forgot about.

“thank you for the party.” he whispered.

“i’m sorry it is so small, i know you hate big crowds.”

he shook his head in reply, “it’s perfect.”

“you deserve it and everything else.” she whispered back and when she planted a kiss to his cheek before she pulled away, that tiny hope that he always carried with him, deep within his heart, began to spark.

“so, tell me, what did you wish for?” her smile was sneaky and her eyes were convincing him to spill.

you.

“if i tell you, then it wouldn’t come true, and i really want this one to come true.”

“you won’t even tell me? your bestfriend? you know i’m good at keeping secrets, pedro.”

he held the same smile as he shook his head twice and couldn’t help the laugh that escaped at her defeated pout. the two turned their heads when they heard pedros mom calling her over. y/n nodded towards her and turned back to him with a slight apologetic smile on her face.

“if it’s that important to you, then i hope it comes true.” she reached up to press another kiss to his cheek before walking off.

“me too.”

•••

pedro couldn’t control the tears that continuously streamed down his puffy cheeks. he felt pathetic as he harshly wiped them away every few seconds but they kept coming.

he didn’t even understand why he was crying, why he was being so childish, why he was feeling so shitty, why he couldn’t just get over her. he is 18 for gods sake, he is an adult, so close to fulfilling his dream and yet here he was, crying in his room over a girl he was so helplessly in love with but couldn’t have.

because she wasn’t his to have.

she could’ve been once, if he wasn’t such a coward and had only spoken his true feelings to her - but he was young and confused and scared of losing a perfect friendship.

he knew he definitely lost his chance of having her when he saw her with one of the boys from his football team. they were sat so close together, laughing at whatever dumb joke it was he made and at first pedro did think that maybe they were just friends, that he was just someone she knew as pedros teammate.

he didn’t expect his heart to frantically drop into his stomach when he saw them kiss. he immediately turned away and ran home. he shouldn’t have been so nosy, should’ve just walked home as usual, should’ve just minded his own damn business.

but he couldn’t help it when it came to her.

pedro saw her sitting on the bench alone, thinking she was waiting for him, and instantly wanted to go over to her before he saw him sit down next to her.

he could feel his throat constricting as he made it to his gate. his hand clutched his jersey right above his chest as he scrambled through the metal fence. he tried gulping past the lump in his throat as he shuffled through his house, past his mom and into his room. he was heaving as he struggled to unwrap his bag from around his shoulder but when he finally did, he threw it on the floor and took a seat on the edge of his bed.

his mom was downstairs, her brows furrowed in confusion when she saw her youngest son practically run in with tears in his eyes and his hand fisting his chest.

she called out to him but he didn’t listen as he ran to his room and she immediately got up in a panic and worry. she made it to his door and didn’t bother knocking when she heard his heavy cries coming through the wood.

pedro felt his mom sit down next to him. he didn’t stop her when she pulled him into her hold, when she stroked his hair and attempted to calm his heavy breaths.

he may have been an adult, a confident, talented 18 year old but in her heart, he was still her little boy and seeing him so upset and on the verge of a panic attack was like someone trampling all over her heart at a painfully slow speed.

she asked him what happened and after a few minutes of calming down he told his mother everything. every single feeling he’d kept bottled up from years and years ago to what he just saw, he spilled it all whilst in his mothers arms.

•••

pedro hugged his cousin, adrián, one last time before they had to leave for barcelona in a few minutes.

he had finally done it. his dream of playing for fc barcelona was finally coming true and he still wasn’t sure if this was real life or a dream he had yet to wake up from.

all of his bags were packed and ready to go, his family was dressed, his house was locked, his relatives were here to say goodbye to him for the last time in a while. god knows the next time he will be back here and what stage of his career he’d be in when he returns.

adrián gave pedro a pat on his back and a whisper of good luck in his ear before pulling away. pedro joked about him crying like a baby when he left and he only got a smack from him in return before letting go.

all of his close relatives and some of his friends huddled around his yard as he smiled at them all, waving a final goodbye. his eyes took in everyone before him but he had yet to see one person.

he wasn’t even sure if she’d come to see him before he left. they hadn’t spoken in almost three months, maybe pedro felt he was partly to blame for that, but he learned not to care.

if she wasn’t going to come and say goodbye to him or even to wish him luck, then he wasn’t going to wait for her.

after years and years of friendship, talking about how pedro was going to be the biggest and best player barcelona would ever have, how he should change his name from ‘pedro’ to ‘pedri’ because it sounded way cooler, how he was going to go so far he would eventually forget about her.

he had always reassured her that he would never forget her, no matter how far he went in life, no matter how successful his career got.

but now, as he stood on the verge of starting that new life, it seemed as though she was the one who had forgotten him.

[eastwindmlk]

Short but sweet for day 5 of @jilytoberfest Prompt: 🎶 “Get the car packed, throw me the keys. Run away with me.” 🎶 Aaron Tveit - Run Away With Me. Word count: 304

The sky above them was mostly clear as they lay back against the cool grass peering up at the sky, though the light of the city around them drowned out the stars. They could still pretend. It was a welcome break from the fighting and the worrying. Just a moment for the two of them.

Lily’s sigh pulled James from his train of thought. He turned onto his side and pulled their intertwined hands to his lips. “Knut for your thoughts?” he asked, his lips still brushing the back of her hand.

She turned her to face him, her gaze still a little far away, dreaming of something or somewhere. “Have you ever been on a road trip?”

James hummed and shook his head, not entirely sure what a road trip was, but certain that she would explain it to him.

Lily let out a soft laugh, a sound that made his heart flutter to it’s rhythm. “It is when you take a car and drive somewhere far away, not to get there but just to travel,” she explained in a wistful tone. “You bring snacks and sing to the radio, you stop whenever you see something interesting and maybe steal a few sneaky snogs at a red light.”

She painted a lovely picture, something that felt like the endless summers of his childhood and stolen moments between classes. His chest filled with longing for something he didn’t know yet at the thought of it. “We should do that sometime,” he decided when the longing in his chest swelled to an ache.

“One problem.” Her words made his eyes narrow and she once again giggled, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. “Neither of us can drive.”

“-Yet,” he corrected her, letting himself fall back into the grass. A plan already forming in his mind.

[aphroditeslover11]

If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaky feeling you’ll find that love actually is all around

Neil Lewis x Reader

I’m back and this is the cheesiest, fluffiest thing I have ever written!

Neil and you had been friends for as long as either of you could remember, it was tradition that your families would spend a lot of time together around the Christmas season. Your parents had been friends since before you were born, and eventually decided that they wanted to become neighbours. Neil had been born three years before you, but as soon as you were old enough to join in with his games he refused to spend a moment separate from you. It was him that you had always gone to when you were having a problem with homework, granted he wasn’t the smartest but he always tried his best. It had also been him that you had phoned six months ago after going through the break-up from hell. You didn’t really know why you had made that decision, you had moved away from home that year to go to univerisity and he was busy opening a video store in another town with some friends, but for some reason he felt like the only person you could talk to, that would want to listen and understand. 

For you that night had signalled regaining contact with an old friend, becoming close again, for Neil it had been something quite different. He had had feelings for you ever since you were 17, of course he knew it was inappropriate given that he was twenty, so he just stayed away. Now you were twenty yourself, desperate and calling him for help, and all because you had been hurt by some other man. For him, this phonecall had reignited the spark that he had tried so hard to extinguish, burying it under a blanket of indifference and denial to try and move on with his life. His feelings for you had clearly not gone away.

Neil needed a plan, Christmas was on its way and he had a good feeling, perhaps now was the perfect time to really tell you how he felt. He went into Gumshoe Video alone one evening, clearing the entire Christmas shelf into a bag and taking them home to watch any romances he could find - this was the best place to find an idea. He finally stumbled upon love actually, the fourth film he had watched that night, at around 3am. His idea was born.

~

You had gone home for Christmas, your parents were throwing a party for Christmas Eve as they did every year and everybody in the neighbourhood had been invited. For some reason though, Neil was nowhere to be seen. You were disappointed to say the least. It was around nine o’clock  when there was a knock on the back door. Everybody else was half-drunk and doing Christmas karaoke so it was you that went to get it. You opened the door, bracing yourself for the inevitable cold gust, only to find Neil on the other side, wrapped in a big coat with a hat, scarf and gloves. You were about to pull him inside when he moved back, putting a finger to his lips to tell you to keep quiet. He walked off to the side then, seemingly to get something. What the hell was he playing at? He returned moments later with a pile of white sheets of paper, holding them up for you to read. He had such an anxious smile on his face.

Y/N, we have grown up together. Read the first one, he then promptly dropped it, revealing the next one behind.

You were my best friend and I was yours. Next sheet.

We’ve always been partners in crime. I still remember getting bollocked for covering your mum’s car interior in glitter because it was her birthday. He dropped that again.

By this time next year I might be a millionaire.

Maybe I’ll be dating Keira Knightly.

But there is something that I really want for Christmas. He dropped this to reveal the final slide, with a picture he had taken of you laughing at a barbecue last year. Below it was written Will you be mine? He shrugged, opening his arms and inviting your answer.

You ran out into the cold, laughing and smiling in glee. You threw yourself into his embrace as he dropped the slide in the process. You reached up to his face, crashing your lips against his in a warm and comforting kiss. You only broke it to answer his question:

“Yes Neil. Yes, I’ll be yours.”

[no-gorms]

Steve rushing over to Tony after some harrowing aerial maneuver that seemed like it was certain death for Tony, grabbing and kissing him the moment he lands and flips up his faceplate, finally letting go of his reservations and self doubt about his feelings after being so scared of losing Tony…

Only for Tony to immediately throw up right after because he kinda scrambled his whole inner ear with that stunt and would be thrilled! to kiss Steve, no really! It’s just he isn’t even aware that it even happened, he only landed on his feet because the JARVIS piloted back to the ground.

Later in the medbay Tony has to 1. find out it happened at all because he was sooo out of it and and he finds out pretty quick because 2. oops the media caught the whole thing and is now running with he’s disgusted by Steve’s overture (some even going the whole “Iron Man: Homophobe???” angle) and 3. try and coax Steve into trying the whole kissing thing again because Steve is kinda traumatized by the whole “kissing someone that then barfs” and is like, you don’t have to if you really don’t want to Tony don’t make yourself sick again 🥺

----

Oh no poor Steve but also poor Tony! Can picture it from Tony's POV where he's been crushing on Steve for ages, and then this big flight moment happens and he's completely out of it, just trying his best not to pass out until he lands and (after vomiting) actually passing out.... only to find out hours or even days later that he'd missed Steve frantically rushing to his side to check on him and planting a big one on his mouth. He missed it! He will never get it back! How does he bring the topic back up with Steve!

Even when Tony does try to bring the topic up with Steve, he then has to deal with Steve being bafflingly vague and sneaky, constantly changing the topic or being so focused on Tony's well-being that Tony can't get another word in edgewise, because Steve's decided that he's gotten Tony's answer already... That was his one chance to make it count and he grossed Tony out so much that he threw up -- the guilt, it is too much! Obviously the next course of action is to not force his presence on Tony or make him uncomfortable in any way😞

Maybe Steve encourages Tony to take a break away from him from the team to clear his head and let bygones be bygones -- would he please not hold a grudge against Steve? Meanwhile Tony is thinking maybe I WILL hold a grudge against Steve if he insists on being AN IDIOT

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 22

Chapter 22: “Bait”

If everything needs to be done in secret, then why are we discussing the plan out in the open around other children Ray??

That look of complete misery when he learned NE let it slip to Krone that they possibly have a way to break the tracking devices and the annoyed side-eye he gives them when he places the camera on the table are both lovely expressions (both of which we didn’t get the see in the anime unfortunately). Everyone’s mistakes are messing up the pacing of Ray’s carefully crafted plan.

We first see Ray obtaining the camera from Isabella in her office, which is fine since the manga had it as this chapter’s extra page, so including it in the anime at all was a nice bonus for us. What makes me tilt my head is how the anime decides to have Ray use the camera before the five discuss the plan previously mentioned in this chapter, which also happens before he official reveals said camera to NE like in the scene above. Slight differences like this aren’t necessarily bad, they just confuse me a little. Ray taking pictures of the younger children actually help show Isabella (who I don’t doubt is always keeping tabs on him) that he’s using it for its intended purpose (definitely not some other sneaky reason). It also helps make sense when we later see him give the photos to Emma the night of the escape.

Anime throws me off yet again as he seems to pull the camera out from inside his nightstand and not from the secret space under Alicia’s like the manga implies he hides all the rewards? I dunno, maybe he just didn’t have time to hide the camera with everything else since he only acquired it the night before.

But even then, the location of Ray’s secret stash of goodies is also different in the anime where it’s hidden under his own bed instead, as we see Norman discover for himself in ep6. That happens right before Don reveals he stole the needed chemicals like he did in ch19, which could explain why Norman isn’t too surprised like Emma is to learn about the hidden rewards here? I am getting my timelines very mixed up with all these changes.. one day I’ll stop comparing both medias to each other, but today is not that day.

I know we learn in ch181.7 that the note Ray used as bait was a farewell letter to Isabella but even to this day, I wanna know exactly what was written word for word!

Favorite panel/moment:

The entire page of Phil interrupting Krone’s clue search because he is just so darn adorable! Especially that panel of him peeking around the door.

I’m very fond of head pats if you couldn’t already tell.

[drowning-in-daiya]

Can't stop thinking about doing my faves' from tokyorev makeup so here's some headcanons that've been floating around in my head.

No warnings though it's a bit suggestive in some parts I guess, gn reader. I hope you enjoy!

Ran 

Ran would be one of the easier ones to convince to let you put makeup on him. Any resistance would be teasing on his part, enjoying giving you a hard time, especially if you whine and beg him. But that little pout of yours is all it takes to make him crumble and give in, going to sit pretty and wait for you to work your magic. 

However, he won’t stop running his damn mouth as you work. It’s a constant stream of compliments that gets harder to ignore even if you’re not the type to get flustered easily. If you are more resilient to his sweet words, he starts verging into dirtier territory. A good way to shut him up is to counter with your own praises of him in a genuine manner, maybe give his lips a peck or two while you’re at it. He won’t be able to hide the blush that spreads along his cheeks as a giddy feeling fills his chest (yes I think Ran is a romantic and sap for the person he loves, no I won’t take any criticism on this)

He has the softest, most loving look on his face the entire time, even when he’s being teasing, which does succeed in making you flustered even though he’s not trying with this. You swear you see actual hearts in his pupils 

He’ll end up asking you to do his hair too, saying it’ll help him achieve the full effect of your work, and he’s nearly purring as your fingers slip through the soft strands, eyes closed and a content smile etched on his face. 

I feel like Ran is someone who loves quality time and physical touch with his partner, so this right here is pure bliss to him. He loves that you’re both able to just let loose and bask in the other’s presence while focusing wholeheartedly on each other. 

Will take pictures of himself and will probably try to make it your lock screen at some point. 

Asks if he can do yours next, but it ends up not being the greatest and he’s upset. He swears he’ll learn so you both can do the other’s makeup and look good together. After he grasps the function of your supplies and what looks best on you, he becomes too powerful and does your makeup better than you do your own. Insists on taking couple pictures and going out on dates together looking hot as hell.

Baji

Says he doesn’t want to and is pretty obstinate about it. Unlike Ran it’s not about teasing, he just really doesn’t feel like sitting through all that. But, like Ran, he's not secretly whipped for you and hates to see you down. After a bit of you sighing and looking over at him with puppy dog eyes, he'll give in with a heavy sigh of his own (deep down he's happy to see your face light up again).

Will critique you the whole time though no matter what you're doing and despite the face he doesn't even know what anything is or how it's used.

Despite his harsh words and threats of leaving if you don't hurry up and finish, he's enjoying himself more than he thought he would. He has you nestled between his legs, he gets to look up into your face and stare unabashed (like he doesn't already, but that's beside the point) taking note of all the expressions crossing your face, and with the way your hands are working gently on his face he finds himself wanting to lean into your touch.

If you do it seriously and he looks pretty good, he'll check himself out in the mirror and may even take a sneaky pic as a keepsake. He may also be open to more sessions cause damn does he look hot and the way you fawn over him definitely stokes his ego.

If you do it jokingly and he looks like a clown expect some loud expletives and him chasing you with your lipstick saying he’s just trying to return the favor. The chase ends with you pinned under him, giggling as you jerk your head side to side to avoid the incoming lipstick, a wide smile on his own face at the happy sounds leaving you. Eventually he throws the stick away and starts kissing all over your face leaving stains in his wake, but you can’t find it in you to complain when his lips meet yours in a slow kiss that’s leaving you breathless all over again.

May or may not end up making out with you, and when you break apart for air you both laugh at the smudged lipstick on each other's faces.

Mitsuya

Has no qualms about it and instantly agrees. He's used to his sisters using him as their personal makeup doll so he figures he can indulge you as well.

Another who enjoys this as a moment to spend quality time together. Since he's so busy with work and you have your own life as well, he loves little moments like these where you guys can catch up together, quietly talking about your days and the stresses of everyday life.

He's quieter in the beginning since he likes hearing you talk and he doesn't want to move too much in case he messes you up. Get him talking about his latest work and designs, though, and his face will light up as he begins gushing about it. It's very cute even if it makes it a little difficult to work.

Honestly you probably end up getting side tracked and end up just doing a simple look on him. It's just so easy to get sucked into your conversation with him and his sweet smile and glittering eyes are way too much of a distraction to continue.

You end up sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers idly playing with the ends of his hair while you continue to talk.

Probably not a regular thing for you guys but it is an option for when you want to do something chill and relaxing together.

Chifuyu

Also quite willing from the get-go, and I can imagine he's actually sort of excited about it. He's always been curious when he watches you do your own but never knew how to bring it up.

Also another who won't shut up while you work. Every time you pick a new product up he's asking what's it for and how does it work and any other question that pops up in his head.

It'a quite cute though and you can't keep up your act of frustration when he's asking so genuinely. You end up happily indulging him and begin explaining what you're doing before he can even ask. It starts to feel like you're a beauty guru on youtube honestly...

Other than this he's a good boy for you who quickly follows all your directions without complaint and stays patient while you work.

Completely unabashed about staring at himself in the mirror. He admires your work and constantly praises you for how good it is, even if it's not your best.

Without any shame will brag to others about how talented his baby is and how pretty they make him and will show all the pictures he has as proof even if the other person didn't ask. Kazutora has been the victim of many such showcasings and, while happy for his friend, can't help the bite of jealousy that comes with witnessing so much joy and love between two people (old habits die hard).

Will be the one asking you to do his makeup and gets pouty if you don't want to.

[fortuositywritings]

Body I Occupy Ch6

Summary: Wanda finds out the truth.

“‘I’m so glad.’ I tell him I love him and he says ‘I’m so glad’?” 

“It’s Vision. Everyone can see how much he loves you. Maybe he doesn’t understand social cues and that people usually say it back. He is still learning,” Steve defends the synthezoid. 

“No, that’s not it. It’s been days and he’s been avoiding me since that night. There’s something he’s not telling me and I’m going to find out if I have to pull it out of him myself,” Wanda decides.

You have been stressed to say the least. You’ve tried acting the same around Wanda, taking her out on dates, showing how much you care. It’s obvious how much you care. Everyone can see it, including Wanda but you still haven’t actually said it out loud. You haven’t said “I love you” back. 

Wanda hasn’t said it again. She was clearly hurt the first time she said it to you-Vision, not to be confused with Vision-Vision, and you didn’t say it back. You can tell she is waiting for you to acknowledge it as much as she tries to act like it was no big deal. She’s not subtle with the way she looks at you expectantly every time you leave her room with a kiss goodbye. 

You think it would all have been easier if you had said it back but you couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t be right. You love her. You do. It would be so easy to say it but then you think about how you and Vision have been lying to her. Her boyfriend is out there in your body going out on dates with some other girl, another reason you can’t say you love her. 

You’re not entirely sure Vision truly loves Wanda. If he did, he would be asking to take his body back because he misses her and he definitely would not be seeing someone else whether or not it’s not his body doing the act. 

Wanda deserves better. She doesn’t deserve being lied to, but she also doesn’t deserve the inevitable hurt she’d go through if she found out the truth. You’re not doing this anymore. You’re getting your body back. 

You talk to Vision about it. He seems happy living your life and appears enamored with this girl he’s been seeing, but you talk sense into him when he tries to ask for more time. You help him realize that he’ll only hurt this girl further by carrying on with this lie. 

You give Vision two more days to do what he wants and to break it off with this woman. Meanwhile you go to work planning out how to “borrow” the weapon that was used to switch your bodies. Vision gives you directions to where it should be stored. 

As discreet as you have tried to be with this whole trading places with Vision, you were never one to be sneaky, so of course rumours start floating around. Your secret phone calls were a secret no more when Wanda hears from gossiping agents that you have been talking to some girl. 

Wanda gets them to tell her everything they’ve heard. Apparently, your time in the restroom wasn’t time for yourself to think  but time to talk to your “side piece”. Wanda knows better than to accuse you solely on what people are saying. She has to find evidence of this before bringing it up and to her dismay she does.

She sneaks into your room while you are in training. She finds the phone at the bottom of a drawer. It takes her three guesses to get into your phone. She goes straight to the call log and sure enough you’ve been talking to someone during the time you would be in the restroom. Only one number appears and you’ve been talking everyday. 

She writes the number down on her phone. Then she goes to your messages. There is only one person with whom you chat. She reads a few messages. They’re odd to say the least. This person you’ve been talking to tells you some really personal details. She scrolls and finally sees a picture of this girl in a bikini and that is all the proof Wanda needed. 

She throws the phone back in the drawer. Everything makes sense. You’ve been cheating on her. It’s so obvious. You sneak around for your phone calls. You won’t tell Wanda you love her because you probably love this other girl. Now she understands why you won’t sleep with her. You’ve been sleeping with this other girl. You probably call this other girl “baby” too. 

Wanda thinks about her next move. Will you lie when confronted with the truth? A few hours later she asks if you’ve been talking to anyone in the restroom. She tells you a few agents heard you talking on the phone. You gulp nervously and lie. You tell Wanda you don’t even have a phone. Wanda nods and drops the subject. You don’t think she believes you.

After you leave her room, you go straight to your drawer. You sigh in relief seeing it’s where you left it. You have a new message from Vision that says Wanda is onto you. You call him. 

“What do you mean? She knows?” you ask, panicking, forgoing a hello when Vision answers.

“She called me earlier. I did not answer because I know her number. I do not think she knows but I think she’s close to figuring it out,” he answers. 

“We have to do it tonight. I’ll sneak the gun and fly over to you. Send me your location.”

You hang up. Everything goes according to plan. You find the gun that’s placed in a special case, you think because Stark doesn’t want anyone to mess with it. You fly it, case and all, to where Vision is. He waits for you outside.

You touch down and approach him carefully. It’s one thing to see someone else in your body through a phone screen, but having to see it face to face is bizarre. 

“Woah. This is…”

“Incredible, I know,” he finishes. 

You admire each other and the crazy situation for a minute before you get back to the task. 

“You have the weapon?”

“Yep. Right here.” You demonstrate the case and he frowns. “What? What’s wrong?”

“We have to do this quickly. The case has a tracking chip. Once it is out of the lab, Mr Stark is notified. Someone is most likely on their way now,” he informs you.

With time running out, you hurry to open the case. By the time the weapon is in Vision’s (your) hand whoever they’ve sent arrives and is yelling at you to drop the weapon. 

“Shit,” you groan at getting caught. It seems half the team is here and worst of all, Wanda is here and she looks angry.

“Drop it. I don’t want to ask again,” Nat commands, pointing her gun at Vision. He steps forward, not letting go of the weapon, attempting to explain. You see the immediate danger of doing this, but before you can warn him, Nat has pulled the trigger. 

You watch as your body falls to the ground, releasing the weapon. Luckily, Vision was just tazed unconscious, but you rush over to help anyway. You never thought you’d be in the position where you are slapping your own face to wake up, but nevertheless here you are trying to render Vision conscious again.

“Vision! Vision! Wake up, dude,” you practically plead. You are definitely not going to be left alone to deal with all the questioning when it was all his idea. He couldn’t just sleep through it. 

“So, it’s true then? You’re cheating on me with her,” Wanda speaks through gritted teeth. You whip your head towards her and stand up, pulling the same move as Vision and stepping closer to explain. 

“What? No! I would never,” you begin, but she doesn’t want to hear it. She holds a finger up warning you not to step closer. 

“How do you explain all this then?” Clint asks for her, waving the weapon he collected from the ground and waving it around. 

“Woah! Be careful with that!” You tell him. He listens and points it down. You take a deep breath before outing yourself. “Look, I’m not Vision, okay? He is.”

You point toward your body still on the floor. Everyone looks at you confused. “Or she is I guess, cause it’s my body. A few weeks ago, I stopped at this place to see if they had a bathroom and I guess I was at the wrong place at the wrong time because it turned out to be some Hydra facility and then you guys were there and Vision found me. 

“He tried to help me when we were shot with that thing and then I woke up and I wasn’t where I was supposed to be or who I was supposed to be. I got stuck in Vision’s body and he got stuck in mine and when we figured out what was going on, he asked i would allow him to have human experiences using this opportunity for a couple of weeks and that’s what we did but I just couldn’t do it anymore and so here we are trying to switch back,” you explain. 

You await everyone’s reaction, paying extra attention to Wanda. She gives you an incredible look and shakes her head in disappointment. She scoffs, “That’s the best you could come up with? Unbelievable. It’s creative. I’ll give you points for that, but forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

She turns around to head back to the jet. You yell after her. “I’m telling the truth!”

She keeps walking and then Nat is shaking her head at you too and following a Wanda. Clint stands there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. “I guess I’ll see you at the compound. I’ll take this back with me.”

“Sorry, but I can’t let you do that,” you say before swiftly snatching it away. Nat and Wanda turn to see the commotion, hearing Clint yell at you, but no one is quick enough to stop you from pointing the weapon towards you and Vision and pulling the trigger. 

You wake up groggily. It takes you a few seconds to recognize you are back at the compound. You hear the voices of Dr Cho and some of your teammates. For a moment, you think you might have failed to switch back bodies but then you see Vision in his own body standing in the room with the others. 

“She’s waking up,” Dr Cho informs Vision, Steve, Nat, and Clint. Right away, you notice Wanda is not here. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Vision approaches you while the other three avengers stand by the wall watching you. 

“God, my head is killing me,” you groan in pain. Vision gives you a tight smile. 

“I’ll give you something for that in a moment,” Dr Cho supplies. 

You thank her and she leaves the room. You stare down at your hands, evidently smaller than the ones you had not so long ago. How long ago was not so long ago?

“So it worked,” you comment and though it wasn’t a question, Vision answers anyway. “Yes.” 

“How long have I been out?” 

“Long enough for Wanda to completely wreck the kitchen,” Clint responds. 

You have the decency to sport a guilty look on your face at the mention of Wanda. You have to apologize to her. You groan, sitting up. “I have to go talk to her.”

Vision places a hand on your shoulder, keeping you down. You stare at him questioningly. Clint advises, “You should wait for her to cool down a little bit.”

“Did she really wreck the kitchen?” 

He nods and Nat adds, “I don’t blame her. What you and Vision did was really fucked up.”

“Nat,” Steve scolds.

She rolls her eyes while Clint tries not to laugh. She defends, “What? It’s true.” She faces you. “I’d hate to be in your shoes when she decides to come for you next.”

“Next?”

“How do you think she wrecked the kitchen? By throwing pots and pans at his head.” Nat points her head at Vision who gives everyone a sheepish smile. 

“I apologize for everyone having to see that,” he says.

“I’m not. When she said ‘that’s what I get for falling in love with a toaster’ and then threw an actual toaster at you, I think she reinvented comedy,” Clint laughs. She did what?

“We just stayed to make sure you woke up fine,” Steve switches the conversation seriously. You feel like you are going to get in a lot of trouble now that they know the truth. 

“So what now? Are you going to arrest me?” You panic at that thought. You don’t think you could make it in jail. Would they send you to a regular prison or some other special one for the bad guys they take down?

“Why would we arrest you?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know. Identity theft?” You shrug.

“No, we are not going to arrest you,” he answers, easing your mind but then he adds, “but Fury does want to speak with you and Vision.”

“Oh shit.” You’ve heard of Director Fury and how scary he can be. He’s the big boss and you hoped you wouldn’t have to meet him. So much for that.

“‘Oh shit’ is right. How nice of you to join us, Miss L/N. Have fun playing Hero?” Nick Fury enters the room and Steve, Clint, and Nat leave. 

You stand upright next to Vision, both of you having something to say.

“Mr Fury, I just wanted to give Vision a -”

“Sir, it was not Miss L/N’s fault, I asked -”

“I don’t want to hear your excuses! Sit your asses down,” he commands and you both sit in unison. “I don’t know you, so I can’t say much but to a member of this team, I expected much better than this dumb assery.”

He chews you and Vision out for 15 minutes before he leaves saying he has to get back to important business, muttering how inconvenient your stunt was on his way out. 

“So that was Director Fury.” 

He confirms with a nod. “I figured he would have been more upset with us. I guess when you are director of SHIELD there are more important things.”

You look at Vision incredulously. “That wasn’t him mad? My neck is sweating and I nearly wet my pants.”

Vision chuckles and you begin to laugh too, but it doesn’t last long as Dr Cho finally comes back in and brings you something for the headache. 

She tells you that you should be fine but if you find anything to be wrong at all to immediately call a number she writes down for you. With that, she gives you the all clear and leaves.

You guess the all clear means you can go home now. However, last night’s event still needs to be discussed. 

“So I take it Wanda’s mad at us?” You ask, knowing the answer. 

“The only reason I’m still alive is because Wanda knows I’m an asset to the team.”

You wince, picturing how bad it must have been in the kitchen. Nat was right to say she’d hate to be in your shoes. You hate to be in your shoes right now too. Is it crazy to use the weapon again to swap bodies with someone so they can face the consequences of your actions? 

Yeah, probably.

You sigh, standing up. “Well it’s now or never. Time to go apologize. In case I don’t make it out alive, let my family know I love them and I did this to myself.”

You say it jokingly but underneath the humor, you are nervous about how the conversation with Wanda will go. You hope she’s let out most of her anger earlier with Vision. 

Vision wishes you luck and you head to Wanda’s room. Your sadistic mind plays the death March as you get closer to your destination.

You knock on Wanda’s door. You hear her yell, “I’ll clean it up, Steve. Just give me a moment.”

You open the door anyway. The sight of Wanda curled up in a ball, clearly crying breaks your heart. She hears the door open and tries to hide her tears, wiping her eyes quickly. The sniffles don’t help. “Steve, I said to give me a -”

“It’s not Steve,” you voice, inviting yourself in and closing the door behind you. If Wanda is going to start yelling at you, you’d rather it be behind closed doors and not heard by everyone. 

She’s surprised to see you standing there, but the shock on her face morphs to a glare. Clearly she doesn’t want you here but this might be the last time you see her and you have to let her know how sorry you are. 

“Can we talk?”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she hisses. 

“I don’t believe that. I think you have a lot to say to me - to yell at me even.”

She shakes her head. “Yelling at some asshole stranger who went along with my exboyfriend’s stupid idea isn’t going to make me feel better. I already yelled at Vision and all it did was make a mess for me to clean up.”

“I’m not a stranger, Wanda,” you scoff.

“Yes, you are. I literally learned your name yesterday! This is the first time I’ve ever talked to you as you,” she replies, waving her hand up and down motioning to your body. 

“Did you suddenly forget all the weeks we’ve spent together? Cause I don’t. That was me you were talking to Wanda.”

“That was you pretending to be someone else!”

“I might have been wearing his face, but everything I did was me. I sat next to you every night to watch your favorite shows.” You point at yourself as you list off the things you did. “I brought you flowers. I took you to that concert. I almost burned down the kitchen trying to cook for you.”

“I told you it wasn’t me!” You hear Clint yell behind the door followed by someone shushing him. So much for not wanting anyone to overhear. You ignore them. 

“I listened to you, I held you, I made you laugh. It was me. I’m not a stranger and you can’t write me off as one.”

“No, I’ll write you off as the asshole who played me for weeks and broke my heart.” A lone tear rolls down her cheek but she’s quick to wipe it away. Her voice cracks out of both anger and sadness when she continues, “You should have left it alone. Vision and I - I was going to break up with him and then you did what you did and I thought I fell back in love with him but it turns out it isn’t even Vision I fell for but some girl pretending to be my boyfriend.”

She chuckles bitterly, “It’s kind of genius actually, getting you to fix our relationship. Who knows women better than women? I feel like such an idiot. I thought the reason you wouldn’t say I love you back was because you were seeing you -er Vision was seeing you- you know what I mean.”

She shakes her head at herself, laughing as if the situation she found herself in is silly. You disagree, “You’re not an idiot, Wanda.”

You sit down next to her but make sure to put distance between the two of you. “I’m the idiot for going along with this. It’s just that, Vision had saved my life and I felt like I owed him one and he seemed like a good guy who needed a break and I thought why not make it even better and fix this relationship. He really cares for you, Wanda, so I thought I could get you two back on the right track. That wasn’t right for me to do and I realize that. 

“I know it probably doesn’t mean anything to you now, but I do love you, Wanda. I wanted to tell you that when you said it but I realized then that I wanted the words to come from my own lips and not his. I’m really sorry to have made you think I didn’t feel the same way. It was also that night that I knew I had to stop the charade and go back to my life and have Vision resume his here.”

You reach over, taking a hold of her hand. Squeezing it, you let her know, “I really am sorry for what I did. It wasn’t fair to do that to you. You don’t have to, but I hope you can forgive me someday.”

You give her hand a last squeeze before standing up and heading over to the door. This was it, the last time you’ll cross through her door. 

“What? That’s it?” Wanda says unimpressed. 

You turn around to see her stand up and walk over to you with her arms crossed. You don’t know what to say as she approaches you, tilting her head. It’s a sign of trouble, you think.

“I go out of my mind for a week, waiting to hear you say you love me and you think you can say it now like it’s nothing and walk away?” She scolds you and you stumble over what to say.

“I - I don’t- I”

“You may not be a stranger, but I was right. You are an asshole, Y/N,” she says, before reaching for your neck. You think she’s about to strangle you, but you’ve got it wrong. She doesn’t choke you to death but she does kill you in the most pleasant way by pulling you in and kissing the life out of you. 

You are quick to kiss her back when the shock subsides. Dazed and smiling, you pull away when you need to breathe. 

“I’m still angry with you,” she says before giving you a chaste kiss. 

You nod. “Very understandable.”

You seriously thought this would go a different way when she called you back. You figured it was going to end like she did with Vision, but she’s kissing you again. This reminds you.

“Did you really throw a toaster at Vision?” You break the kiss to ask.

“And I saved the coffee pot for you so you better watch yourself,” she warns.

You chuckle, though you know she’s serious. “Nothing but my best behavior from now on, baby.”

Her eyes shine upon hearing the term of endearment, almost like she couldn’t believe it was you the whole time until right now. 

“Good. You have a lot of making up to do,” she smirks before kissing you hard. She leaves you standing there breathless when she pulls away and goes to sit on the bed. 

You give her a look of disbelief as she turns on the television. “You’re going to kiss me like that and decide to watch a show?”

She smirks at you, “I feel like watching a movie actually.”

She giggles when she sees it click in your head and you rush over to join her on the bed. 

“What’s going on? I can’t hear anything,” Clint asks Sam, both of them with their ears pressed to the door.

“Do you two not have anything better to do?” Nat interrupts, crossed armed and eyebrow raised. 

“No,” they say together.

“Then find something and leave them alone,” she commands. Both men groan at having to leave the drama. 

“Whatever. They’re just watching a movie now anyway,” Sam replies. He and Clint take off, leaving Nat in the hallway. 

Curiosity gets the best of Nat and she leans in to listen through the door. She hears an action film playing but it isn’t loud enough for her trained ears to pick out other noises.

She scurries down the hall regretting being snoopy. “Nope. Definitely not watching a movie.”

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Last chapter of this one. Thank you so much for reading and sorry for the delay. The holiday season is keeping me on my feet and away from the computer. Sorry if the ending sucked. I was stumped. 

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Do you want to play a game?

You do? Good.

You know how these games work if you’ve ever seen one of Clearwillow’s...but game rules are HERE since it’s slightly different! I hope this is fun for people...that was my goal! And I hope you catch the “Easter Eggs” in it. I’m curious how many people will find them all. 

I’ll post everything once it’s done on FFN and AO3, and you can catch what I’m doing for @clearwillow‘s game early on my Patreon HERE! (It might be more smut...It might be fluff. WHO KNOWS! It will be OLR related...and it will go up as soon as it’s finished!)

Special thanks to @underwater0phelia​ for kink help and @clearwillow​ for additional edits...and the IYFF BC for brainstorming! Art by @clearwillow​ for @eringobroke​ - used and edited with permission. 

And now without further ado... The first treat (aka, the “freebie”).

Starting Fires

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the Inuyasha universe.

"Inuyasha, stop," Kagome giggled, trying to wriggle out of his hold as he pressed wet kisses up her neck. "I don't want to burn your bacon…"

"It's just bacon," he reasoned, his hands sliding up under her shirt. Or should he say his shirt? Fuck...there wasn't a better sight in the world than his best friend...his best girl...Kagome...Wearing his shirt in their kitchen in their house. Now that he had her again, he weren't never letting go of her. "I don't mind eating something else for breakfast."

"You will when your stomach is rumbling later," she blushed, grabbing his hands and pulling them down, his fingers grazing over the lace fabric of her panties. "Behave yourself and go grab a cup of coffee."

"I'd rather grab your—"

"—Coffee!"

She reprimanded, flipping the bacon in the pan. He placed a gentle nip to the side of her neck before moving away from her, a disappointed pout on his lips.

"Fine. But let it be known that I'm doing it under protest," he grumbled, moving to his cabinet to pull out a mug.

"Your protest has been duly noted, Sir," she teased, turning away from the stove to pick up her own cup of coffee. She brought it to her lips, sipping from it as she watched Inuyasha pour himself some. Their life together felt so surreal still. It felt strange to wake up in their house and cook them breakfast.

But it was a good kind of surreal.

The kind where she found herself pinching her arm to make sure it wasn't all some crazy dream. This was their life. And...she loved it.

"Mmm," he moaned, taking a sip from his cup. "As good as ever, Kags," he grinned toothily, and she risked entering his personal space to press another kiss to his lips.

"Glad you like it," she replied, running away from him again when he moved to squeeze her ass. She removed their bacon and eggs from the pan as a text message chimed on both of their phones, and Inuyasha raised a brow in curiosity. She watched him slide his thumb across the screen, before muttering out a low "Huh" as he read the text.

"What is it?" she asked, picking up their plates and placing them onto the island.

"See for yourself," he shrugged, placing the phone down next to her plate. "It's from Sango."

That already piqued her curiosity. Kagome picked up the phone, leaning over the countertop as she read it.

"Hey Guys!" She began aloud. "Miroku and I decided to throw a Halloween party this year. We know it's a bit last minute, but we were hoping you guys could come since you aren't heading back out to California like you thought. Let us know if you can make it! Trying to plan in terms of food. Love you!"

"Love you too," he grinned, and she couldn't stop the shy smile even if she wanted to. She didn't think she would ever get tired of hearing that again from him. The words were like a balm to her soul.

"What do you think?" Kagome asked, handing him his phone back as he began digging his fork into his eggs.

"Up to you," he shrugged. He really didn't care either way. He was just glad he didn't have to go out to California with her. Though, to tell the truth, he wouldn't have minded. They could have had a night in...just the two of them...And he was always a fan of nights in with her. But..."We can go. I know you wanna…"

It was true too. He had seen the way her eyes lit up when she was reading that message. The way she was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Kagome didn't want to spend the night in. She wanted to spend her first Halloween back in Montana at a party with old friends.

"But...You...Don't?"

He shrugged.

"Don't matter either way. I'm fine going. I'm fine staying home and fucking ya seven ways from Sunday."

"Yash!"

"What! It's tha truth," he replied with a smirk. "And you can't tell me ya don't like the sound of it," he continued, running his tongue over his fangs. The cute little blush he pulled from her was worth it.

"Well...How about a compromise?"

He paused, lifting his brow in curiosity.

"Go on…"

"What if we went to the party...Just for an hour or two...and then afterward we can come home and have sex? Oh! We can even wear couple's costumes again!"

The phrase couples costume made his butt clench so tight he could probably twist off a beer cap with his cheeks.

"I'll agree to go to the party...but not the couple's costume."

"But Yash," she whined, coming around the island to take his hands. "That's part of the fun…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wear something slutty?"

"N—" He began, ready to tell her no again when his brain processed her offer. "Keep talking."

"I'll wear something slutty and sexy?"

"...Uh-huh...And what else?"

"...And you get to take it off of me?"

He almost said yes...but he was a greedy fucker. He was probably gonna take it off of her even if she hadn't offered that.

"Do I get to do more than that?"

"You mean other than wear a matching outfit?"

"I do."

"Well," she began, tilting her head to the side and pursing her lips in thought. "I'm assuming that sex is a given…"

"But you can say it anyway, and make it interesting," he shrugged. If he was going to get roped into this...because he was going to say yes, because he loved her...then he wanted to squeeze as much as he could out of this.

"Ok...If you do it, sex is on the table...and I'll also add you picking the place and position," she decided, causing his eyes to light up.

Place and position huh?

"Well...In that case Darling, you've got yourself a deal!"

Her childlike squeal and the way she giddily clapped her hands, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, made him feel like he made the right decision.

"Now let's talk costumes…"

He groaned, shaking his head and digging his fork into the eggs on his plate.

Then again...Maybe not…

He let her prattle on for a while, running different ideas past him...But he knew that it ultimately wouldn't matter. He was going to give in to whatever she wanted. If she wanted him to go as a hot dog, and she was going to be a bottle of mustard? That was what was going to happen. Wasn't sure how she could make it sexy...but sure. Her call. Prince and Princess? No fighting it. Batman and Catwoman…

It had piqued his interest, but she almost instantly changed her mind. The cowl would be uncomfortable for his ears.

So, she decided on a fireman and a dalmatian. He looked over at her phone when she held up a picture of the costume she had found for him and sighed.

"That's what you want?"

It didn't look too bad. And it looked like he could maybe get away with just wearing the pants. He was going to have to be sneaky about it though...He could do just a t-shirt and those pants.

"Please?" she beseeched, batting her long lashes at him. "It will be so cute! And you'll look so good!"

He tilted his head to the side, and she chewed the inside of his lip as she watched him roll her suggestion around in his head. She really liked the fireman outfit. She thought it would be fun! And he would look good in it too...She could already picture him slowly taking off the jacket to reveal his bare torso...the suspenders holding up his pants hanging limply at the sides as he slowly peeled himself out of—

"—What are you thinking about Kagome?"

She looked up at his face and saw him looking at her, a smirk stretching his lips as he limply held the phone, leaning down across the island.

"N-nothing," she blushed, swiping out to grab the phone from him, but he pulled it away from her at the last second.

"Nu-uh. I can smell it when you're lying…and I can smell it when you're—"

"—NOTHING!"

She insisted, grabbing the phone from him this time, and his grin turned predatory.

"Ain't nothing, or you wouldn't be smelling like that," he countered cheekily before his gaze began to darken. "Ya know...You don't have to keep that bottled up…"

"Inuyasha," she warned as he straightened, running his carefully filed and declawed fingers along the island countertop as he slowly came around to her side.

He was ignoring her, however.

"Kagome," he replied, closing in on her in just a few short strides. "Were you thinking about me in that fireman outfit?"

Sometimes she swore he could read her mind.

"N-no…"

"Liar," he purred, placing his hands onto the granite top on either side of her hips. He had effectively trapped her...and he was looking at her like prey.

It made her swallow because her mouth was suddenly dry. And made her lower abdomen heat. The intensity and desire in his gaze...the slight glint of fang in the morning light…

Fucking hell...She wanted to be his prey. Wanted to be captured and eaten and...eaten…

He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he lowly moaned, "Fuck Kags…"

"W-what," she swallowed, and his smirk widened into a fangy grin before his lips crashed into hers.

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[widow-maximov]

You just need to feel it

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst

Summary: Being hidden away from the Avengers definitely brings curiosity when you are accidently discovered by one of them.

Word count: 5.6k

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Being one of the most rich people in the world daughter, definitely has its own benefits along with flaws, one of them being that when people heard your surname they instantly think you are the most spoiled kid on earth, when in reality you practically don't even know your parents.

People think you overexaggerate, like how can you not know your parents? But it's the truth, at a young age you have been practically given up to Tony Stark, he is intelligent and has his weakness when it comes to sponsoring his businesses to which your parents agreed to with one condition.

That Tony takes you as they never had time in the world to babysit you, so Tony became the father figure you always lacked. He taught you many things along with his passion of building, with each lesson you become better which is why you are currently working for Tony.

You practically have the same knowledge as him so when he is busy or needs another person's perspective he asks you to help and you do it with gratefulness.

When your parents noticed that you are starting to become a potential, they asked Tony to keep you discreet but would regularly check up on you, not that they would even try to interact with you but you didn't really care.

You were fine with Tony being the only father figure, soon when Pepper came into Tony's life, she was like the mother you always dreamed off, she always supported you and loved spending time with you when Tony was busy with his meetings.

Since you were stuck in the same place at all the times, you wanted to explore but you were forbidden from doing so, you knew no one could find out about you or Tony could get into big trouble with your parents.

You heard of the Avengers and their work, but you and Tony were behind the inventions so they could succeed against enemies three times their size.

It would've been one of those days where Tony would disappear from the team and spend some of his time with you, catching up or helping you with studying.

You was sat at your desk, the room was connected to the lab where you and Tony would come up with creations, the lab had a window that was tinted so only the person inside could see outside of it which was useful, as you could watch people walk past and no one would know you are even there.

The room of course was filled with things that could never bore you but it did bore you. You couldn't leave anywhere because if there was a picture leaked, your parents would be furious, so you were basically locked like Rapunzel but you couldn't escape.

"How are you, kid?" Tony asked as he walked inside the room, taking a double look in the hall to make sure no one saw him.

You nodded as you looked at him "Like any person who is locked inside a room their whole life"

He laughed a little as he made his way towards you "I'm sure it is very entertaining"

"Yeah, I'm so entertained as you can see" You pointed towards your books.

He sat on the desk as he leaned over to see what you were studying "Biology? What's so fascinating about that?"

You rolled your eyes, you would think someone like Tony would be somewhat interested in facts about science "It's interesting, like the human body has 12 systems. Don't tell me this isn't impressive?"

He smiled at you "You need another hobby, kiddo"

You playfully rolled your eyes "And you need to let me explore this building"

His smile fell a little, he knew that this is inhumane to keep you in a room locked and no one could find out about you "Under different circumstances, that would be possible"

You stood up from the chair as you kept your gaze on him "I know, it's okay though, as long as you keep hanging around I'm sure I will be fine"

He nodded slightly with a sad smile "If it only was up to me, you would be able to just walk freely"

"I don't understand, why don't they just let you adopt me, they barely even talk to me, you have been more of a parent to me than they ever were"

He looked at you, he always cared about you, even if you weren't his daughter by blood, he always considered you as one along with Pepper "I wonder that as well.."

The silence started to settle but he cleared his throat, throwing one of his famous smiles and pulling you into him with his hand over your shoulder as he walked towards the lab "I started to come up with this prototype and then I noticed something and I wanted to ask you about it"

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The time with him went by so quickly, he didn't even notice that he was gone for so long, he gave you a hug which was something that was so foreign to you until he took you, you still wasn't used to it especially since you barely received them but you grew fond of them.

The team started to get suspicious of Tony's disappearances, at first they thought he was sneaking off to see Pepper but that went out of the window when she walked into the Avengers tower and asked about him, indicating that she had no clue where he was.

They wanted to find out what he has been doing all that time, they checked every room they could possibly think off, but it came back short. They even asked Friday but that programmed thing always gave the same answer 'It's confidential' which only just fuelled the team.

Correction; Most of the team, by most that was Sam, Bucky, Thor and Natasha and the rest didn't really care until the four never came up with any explanation to why Tony had to disappear.

Steve only took interest when Sam really insisted and came up with some theory that Tony has a second woman on the side with a whole family, obviously there was no evidence to support that.

"I still think Wanda should look into his head" Thor came back with some sort of drink in his hand as he reclaimed his seat.

There was a slight laugh "There is no way I'm doing that, I respect that man too much, you guys are on your own"

All of them looked towards Wanda who heard Thor and they just sighed knowing that she won't do it, no matter how much they would beg.

"Natasha is a spy, can't she like follow Tony one day and just see where he always wonders off to?" Wanda asked as she sat down next to Steve who was scribbling something down on his notepad.

Sam and Bucky looked at each other with a slight smirk as they both looked at Natasha, who already knew that there would be no way out of this "Natashaaaaa..." Sam dragged her name out in an attempt to get to her " The witch is right, just follow him, you are like a super sneaky spy."

Natasha rolled her eyes as Thor spoke up again after taking a sip of his drink "That could save us a lot of time"

Natasha looked at Wanda who had a small smirk across her lips "You welcome" The witch mouthed which caused a glare to be thrown her way from the Russian.

She eventually agreed, especially when they would follow her everywhere, annoying her until she would crack. The famous black widow for once didn't threaten her team mates since she was as curious as them.

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She has been following Tony all day, sneaking around, hanging from the ceiling and just watching his every move, she was close to giving up but that's when she noticed a door appear from the wall, from the outside it looked like any wall but that's where you would be with Tony all the time.

Tony looked around and walked inside and then the door disappeared. Natasha, feeling of satisfaction washed over her, had a smirk across her lips, finally that's where he has been hiding all this time.

She expected, some embarrassing place where Tony stored away his secrets that she could tease him about, so when he walked out again couple minutes after, she took the opportunity and snuck inside the room.

She was slightly disappointed when she just found a lab but her eyes caught a movement from the opened door, across from where she was, she quietly made her way there as she looked around. It was just a bedroom with a lot of fun stuff.

She observed you as you was sat on your bed with a book in hand so she decided to speak up "Now who can you be, gorgeous?"

Natasha never failed to notice how attractive you were, the way your hair would be pushed behind the both of your ears, in her eyes you looked young but old enough.

You jumped up from the unfamiliar voice, eyes fixated at the redhead in front, you knew this was bad, she shouldn't be here and now that she has seen you, this will only be a big problem.

Just like you jinxed Tony walked in and his eyes widen at the sight of the redhead "Romanoff what the hell are you doing here?"

She eagerly span on her hill as she faced him with a smirk "So that's where you have been hiding out"

"How did you even get in?" He narrowed his eyes as he looked at you, you looked clueless as well.

"The door closes too slow, I just walked in. But who is that?" Natasha simply explained but her attention changed towards you with a smile.

He stood in front of her as he covered you "That's not your business, you shouldn't even be here-"

Natasha walked around, making her way towards you as she extended her hand towards you "I'm Natasha but you can call me Nat, sweetheart"

Her attempt at flirting with you only irritated Tony "Romanoff, I swear if you don't take a step back from her, you'll regret it" He tried to stick to his threat but Natasha knew him too well.

You looked at Tony "Dad, does that mean am I in trouble?"

Natasha's eyes widen as she repeated what you said "Dad?!"

Tony rolled his eyes and looked at you with a small smile "Of course not" His eyes darted back to Natasha "But she will be"

You would be lying if you didn't think that some of the Avengers were pretty good looking, you never was in a relationship for obvious reasons but there would be times you would imagine yourself in one, not that you knew much about them but the films and books seem to give you some sort of an idea.

Natasha mumbled as her eyes narrowed "Maybe Sam was right about you having a secret family"

"Secret family? Have you guys been creating some sort of theories about me? What the hell are you guys doing?" He sounded more than irritated.

"Does Pepper know about you having a secret daughter?" She asked with her arms crossed.

Natasha might have been viewed at scary and unlovable for not more than her body but that doesn't mean she didn't have her own view on some subjects, she just never voiced them.

"She knows-" He paused as he huffed from irritation "I don't have to explain myself to you"

You watched as your eyes darted from one to another as they spoke so you decided to interrupt them "I'm trying to read..."

Natasha's gaze fell on you, she had a small smirk playing across her lips "You know that bed looks more than comfortable-"

"Out!" Tony shouted over Natasha as he pointed towards the exit, she finally given in and with a smirk she walked out and Tony followed but not before he sent you an apologetic look.

They both made it to a private room, out of hearing from anyone. Tony leaned on the door as Natasha stood not far from him, he sighed with a defeated look "Can you keep this to yourself? I will pay you or something"

The redhead with a hint of genuine emotion "You don't have to pay me, I will keep this to myself you don't have to worry but"

He dread that 'but', he knew there was a catch, Natasha continued "Who is that?"

He pushed himself off the door and sat on the table as he looked at Natasha "It's not my place to say, but her parents decided to give her to me and here she is, no one can know so just make up a lie or something"

He seems upset in a way and just like that walked out of the room and went back to you, Natasha's eyes followed him as she felt a little guilty for invading his privacy.

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Everyone from the team apart from Tony were waiting for Natasha to return with some hopeful news. She wasn't expecting literally everyone to be tuned in.

She was taken back as she made it into the living room, they were waiting with excitement written all over their faces "So?" one of them spoke up.

The redhead crossed her arms as she raised her eyebrows perfectly "You guys just sat here and waited for me to come back?"

They shrugged and just said 'yes' which just made Natasha shake her head at their nosiness "Well I found nothing, he was busy with his meetings all day." She paused as they all groaned "Maybe there literally is nothing"

Wanda tilted her head at Natasha, she knew she had an advantage over the team, especially if they tried to lie, so when Natasha excused herself the witch took the opportunity to follow her.

"Wait up, Natasha" Wanda spoke from behind her as she caught up to her.

She turned to face Wanda as she raised her brows at her "What's up?"

Wanda looked around and with a swift motion, pushed them both into a room that wasn't familiar, from the sudden move it caused Natasha to slightly gasp from shock as this wasn't what she expected.

"What the hell Wanda!"

Wanda looked with an innocent smile "Sorry, I just wanted to be out of range of everyone"

"Why?" Natasha simply asked, not sure to why Wanda suddenly wants to talk.

"What did you find out?" The witch didn't beat around the bush, she came out with it straight away.

"I'm not sure what you are referring to?" The Russian tried to play dumb.

Wanda rolled her eyes "You might be able to fool them but remember I can still read your mind"

Natasha sighed as she crossed her arms and leaned on a little table that was behind her "Not much, there is hidden room where he keeps some girl who claims to be his daughter, the thing is that is definitely not his daughter. You can't say anything, he asked me not to and I'm only telling you because I don't want you to go inside my head"

Wanda liked the fact that she was somewhat feared by the Widow, she powerful but she would never try to hurt her team mates; scrap that, her family so she just nodded.

"We have a new addition!" Wanda clapped her in excitement "If you need help or anything, I'm here"

Natasha smiled at the witch and nodded and thanked the witch, they both went back to what they were doing; Natasha coming up with a way to find out more about you and Wanda went back to pity the boys.

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It was one of those days for the team, where there would be no missions as Stark had a lot of business stuff to take care off with his company. He needed someone to keep an eye out for you, he would've asked Pepper but she was busy for that day so the only person that popped in his head was Natasha.

He walked into the area where everyone had their own get together to just relax after a chaotic week, he spotted the redhead sipping on beer "Looks like everyone is getting comfortable today"

They looked at Tony who was in a suit rather than something more comfortable "Shame you can't spend it with us" Steve spoke first, he was the only one who wasn't exactly drunk but he wasn't sober either.

Tony shook his head as he smiled "Well, nothing I can do unfortunately. Which reminds me, Romanoff I have a mission for you actually"

The team groaned at his words, Natasha was really liked as she would be able to drink so much and not get drunk, she would barely even reach the drunk state, so having her attend a mission made the team a little moody.

She nodded as she finished off her beer and stood up to follow Tony, she remembered not having any missions, she always double checks so she is never behind anything.

"What mission?" Those were the only words that left the Russian.

Tony sighed, knowing that this is the only way out "I need you to keep an eye out on that room"

The redhead crossed her arms as she listened to him "What do you want me do?"

He handed her a card "I want you to be causation, in case something happens and I'm not here. Do not go in there and disturb her, she has some stuff to do"

Natasha nodded as she looked down at the card "This is to open the door?"

He nodded and smiled at Natasha as he reached for her shoulder and squeezed it "Good luck"

Natasha watched Tony disappear and sighed, she never was the one to break rules but she really wanted to hang out with you, there was something about you that pulled her in and there wasn't a waking second that she wouldn't want to spend with you.

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The Russian did as she was told, she kept an eye out for the room and observed it in a distance to make sure that everything was okay, it was quite boring, but she had her phone to occupy her time, she received some messages from Steve and Sam, showing her what she was 'missing'.

She was going to reply until she heard footsteps, she peaked and saw you with a hood up, waiting for the elevator to come, she smirked as she leaned on the door frame "Where do you think you're going, gorgeous?"

You didn't jump this time, you looked over at her and rolled your eyes as you whispered "Are you stalking me or something?"

The Russian crossed her arms, she knew what to do "Wouldn't you like to know!"

You raised your brows at her shouting, it would attract attention of people close by, meaning you would be spotted, so you marched your way towards her as you walked inside where she was camping out to hide.

"Can't you be quiet?" The way you spoke to her as if you knew her would straight away be a death wish for you but somehow you wasn't scared of her.

She looked out to see if anyone was coming and closed the door behind, trapping you inside with her "I could've been if you were nicer"

You sighed defeatedly as you looked down "Right, I'm sorry.." by the time you were done speaking, you looked up at her as she was analysing you.

"Where were you going to go?" She asked with no hesitation in her tone, she was a little different to the people you met, she wanted to find out why you did what you did rather than punish you straight away.

"I wanted to just leave that room, I never have the chance to do that and I thought today was my chance but" You paused as you eyed her "Clearly not"

The redhead felt hot as you eyed her but she hid it well "Okay, come with me"

You raised your brows at her but smiled as you put your hood up and you followed her like a puppy, you didn't know the place and if the worlds most deadly assassin was going to take you around, you knew it would be best to stick with her.

The two of you made it to the roof top, you never went anywhere your whole life, always stuck in that room or met your parents in some plain white meeting room to discuss what would be best for you.

As you stood near the door, you looked around to see the city and how beautiful it was, it was the first time you saw anything that pretty, usually you would only stare at one view from your room and that eventually got boring.

The Russian chuckled at you and made her way towards the edge of the building, placing herself on the floor, you did join her but sat a little further away from the edge.

You looked down and saw multiple cars go by but from far they looked like toys, the way you observed everything melted Natasha's heart, she never witnessed anyone being so happy whilst looking down a huge tall building.

Natasha shook her head a little with a small smile which caught your attention "What you smiling at?"

She looked at you with the same smile "I never seen someone be so happy whilst looking down to potential death" She teased a little.

You looked away from her and bluntly responded "If you were locked inside a room for your whole life, things like this would amuse you as well"

There was a pause in between, the Russian tried to come up with something to say without wanting to invade your privacy "How did you not go insane?"

You laid down on your back as you stared at the stars above "Hope"

You replied with one word which only interested Natasha even more "Hope for what?"

"For this.." You pointed up at the sky and she understood. You hoped one day you'll be able to just walk around.

She took a deep breath as she laid next to you and looked at your side profile "Why are you not allowed to leave that room?"

You looked at her, meeting her eyes trying to embed into your memory the way her eyes looked at you "Because that's my life"

"Surely Tony wouldn't be this cruel to not let you leave his side" She spoke trying to crack you a little bit more.

You chuckled "No, Tony is the best father figure you could ask for. It's just that my parents have a tight hold over him and if I mess that up, they will literally lock in inside a prison or something"

Natasha's eyes never left your face, it was like she was in some trance "So Tony isn't your biological dad?" The redhead asked, she knew that he wasn't but she wanted to know more from you.

You shook your head from side to side "I wish, he has been more of a parent to me than my own ever were"

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to" Natasha stated softly, making sure you didn't think she was forcing you.

You gave her a smile "I know, but you seem like you want to know unlike everyone else"

She frown at your answer "What do you mean? People don't listen to you?"

You shook your head "Nope, no one cares either"

"I do" It was the most quietest 'I do' you ever heard.

"You are the only one"

She was quiet as she was processing your words, so you continued "My parent's never actually cared about me, but I don't really care, what I care is that they locked me and don't allow me to do whatever I want"

"You talk about your parents as if they are really powerful, who are they?" She asked curiously, not to be nosy but to know more about you.

You looked away, scared about the judgement from her "My name is Y/n Y/l/n"

She looked at you with disbelief "So you're the spoiled kid of the Y/l/n family?" She asked with a surprised tone.

You knew this would happen, the news never shut up about you and your weird disappearance so you nodded and she sat up from the disbelief "That's bullshit, you don't seem to be spoiled"

You raised your eyebrows at her "Am I not? Have you not seen my room?"

She rolled her eyes "Well do you expect to be locked in a room with just a bed and couple books? I think that's a reasonable room for someone who has been forced to stay in it"

You sat up as you listen to her defend you as if she knew you, so you simply smiled "Thank you"

She looked at you as her emotions were quick to cool down "For what?"

"For taking me here and listening to me, I never had friends before, to be fair I never met anyone near my age" You nervously played with your fingers as you admitted it to her.

She smiled as she stood up and extended her hand towards you so she can help you stand up "Well we aren't done.. that's if you still want to hang with me"

You took her hand as she pulled you up "Please, anything to not spend another minute in that room"

She smiled as the both of you slowly started to walk towards the exit of the roof "If you want, there is a small get together with the Avengers, we can tag along with them"

You looked at her side profile this time, if you didn't have to reply to her, you would most likely be speechless by her beauty "Do you think they will know who I am?"

She waved her hand dismissively "Don't worry, I will put them back in their place if they say anything rude"

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And that's how it started, you both attended the get together, you met wonderful people and for the first time in your life you tried alcohol. The team was more than happy to have you in their circle and shortly they learnt who you were, it wasn't possible to hide anything from them plus you were on the news practically all the time but they never judged you but more opposite, they loved you.

Thor even called you Lady Y/n and you really liked it, they treated you like any other person and you could've been more grateful for that, Natasha walked you to your room and stayed until you fell asleep, she stayed to ensure that you would actually fall asleep but also to watch as you slowly relaxed every muscle in your body.

From that moment, she only started to fall for you even more, the more you opened up the more she was in awe at how brave you had become but it was the moment when you stood up to your parents in front of her that she realised she really likes you.

It was one of those days where she sneaked inside your room and you loved it, the two of you would spend time watching movies that she loved and movies that you loved, or watch movies the both of you hated and just made comments on it.

You gotten comfortable around Natasha and she respected you like you respected her, you wasn't sure whether what you felt was friendly or romantic, your heart would always skip a beat when her arm would brush against yours or when she laughed so hard at something you said and she gripped your arm or hand it just made you miss her touch after.

"I don't understand why they even go towards that stupid sound, I would turn around and just walk off" You commented as you were irritated at the scene on the TV.

The Russian chuckled slightly "That's because you are a wuss, of course you would run away"

You rolled your eyes at her as you looked over "Please, as if you wouldn't. Just because you are THE Black Widow, it doesn't make you less of a human"

She looked over at you curiously "So you're saying everyone would be scared?"

You nodded confidently "Oh for sure, if someone just barged inside here, you would jump for sure"

And that's what happened, someone DID barge in but it was someone you didn't expect, the way you gripped onto Natasha's body as if she would somehow make it disappear and the way Natasha held onto you as if she could make that disappear was more adorable.

"Y/n Y/l/n! What do you think you're doing!" The voice spoke that was familiar yet at the time not really.

You felt a blush across your cheeks as you realised you were still holding into Natasha, you let her go and looked at her, she had a slight blush as well but she quickly looked away from you to mask the blush.

You stood up from your bed and walked over to where the voice was, it was your mother, she stood there with her arms crossed and that's when Natasha came out from behind you, she crossed her arms as she narrowed her eyes at the woman.

Your mother held the phone out as it displayed your newly social media "I don't see what's wrong Mother"

She huffed "You are unimageable disrespectful!"

Natasha raised her eyebrows at her, she understood what you meant now but you continued "No, I'm being respectful, it's you who barged into this room throwing a fit over a picture"

"You are doing this on purpose, you are trying to ruin our imagine! You must delete that now, this is unacceptable" She looked at the phone and at the picture, it was you with the team, the next picture was with Natasha as she leaned on your shoulder and made a cute little kissy pose.

You shook your head "No" it was all you said which caught Natasha off guard but she felt proud, so there was a smug smile across her lips as she observed the woman in front of her.

"Unbelievable" She paused as the redhead finally caught her eye so she pointed towards her "You are the one who corrupted my daughter"

Natasha's smile was gone as those words left her mouth so she decided to speak up "If she was your daughter you would treat her better"

You looked over at Natasha, the way her gaze was on your mother so firmly, make your stomach do flips "She never corrupted me, she was always here for me" She looked down at you with a smile that met her eyes, you looked at your mother "Unlike you or Father"

Her mouth dropped opened at your words, she never expected you to ever talk to her like that, so you continued "I'm old enough to decide for myself, so I'm no longer your daughter but Tony's, he adopted me and I will happily call him my dad and Pepper my mom, they deserve those names so if you don't like it, leave the same way you came in"

She was boiling inside as Natasha chuckled at her expression, she huffed and walked out not saying anything back, you let out a breath that you didn't even know you was holding and turned to face Natasha, a squeak came out of your mouth as you jumped into Natasha's arms.

She held you so tightly but you quickly pulled away realising what you did, you were still in her arms but just facing her "Oh god! This is bad, she will take revenge"

Natasha's voice always seemed to calm you "Hey, hey. She won't do that, Tony won't let that happen and frankly I won't either"

You always seem to be oblivious to Natasha's feelings towards you, she wasn't very open with them which is what caused your obliviousness. The both of you were scared of rejection but something with the way Natasha comforted you and held you tight against her, making you look down at her lips.

She caught on and with every courage that was left in her body, she leaned closer, before her lips reached yours you looked into her eyes "Thank you Talia"

She smiled as she kissed you, she finally did what she always wanted to do, she felt as if there was fireworks going off, the way butterflies would grow just at the touch of your lips, she loved it and she was intoxicated.

You were the first to pull away, resting your forehead against hers "I like it when you call me that"

A grin broke out on your face "Talia, Talia, Talia-"

She kissed you again, this time with hunger as she backed you into a wall, you tangled your hands into her hair as you matched her pace in the kiss.

Even if it wasn't long since you knew each other, the want and the need was stronger than self control for Natasha, especially when you did things like this.

"You really don't want to walk tomorrow" The way her voice was low and her eyes would fill with lust just at you teasing.

"I'm not sure I understand what that means"

Natasha smirked as her lips made their way towards your ear "You don't have to.."

"You just need to feel it" her lips latched onto your skin within seconds, causing a moan to escape your lips.

[timextoxhajima]

All For A Taste

Member: Sunwoo

Genre: FWB stuff ion know / smut stuff

Word Count: 1.6k words

"Did you see him today?" 

"Hm?" You run your fingers through his hair, parting your lips to exhale when he's gently gnawing away at the skin on your chest, the shirt riled up to your collarbones. "No. And I don't think I want to, anyway."

Sunwoo laughs into the marks he's littering all over you. "Why not? Don't you want to look him head to toe and drool over him?"

He finds a sweet spot on your neck now, using his teeth to tug on your skin, his heavy breath igniting goosebumps all over. 

“Just because I have a crush on him doesn’t warrant me the need to ogle over him -- like girls do to you.”

You can feel his lips stretch into a sneaky smile under your chin as he finishes and pulls away, cuing you to look down and note all the dark purple spots on your skin. “I thought you’d be more into the fact that you’re hooking up with a popular guy.”

“Assumption is man’s biggest weakness,” Trailing downwards, he starts leaving sloppy kisses while you are left to stare at the ceiling blankly. “And if it worries you, I’m not hooking up with you because you’re popular. It just so happened that you’re popular.”

Sunwoo pauses and sits up, knees on either sides of your calves. He licks his lips with slight contemplation before pulling his black shirt over his head and throwing it in a corner of the room. “Does that mean you’d still hook up with me if I wasn’t popular?”

A frown forms on your forehead as you look down. Sunwoo’s eyes pierce right through yours as he looks his fingers on the rim on your shorts. 

“Is that how you see me? Someone who hooks up because they are popular--” The breath is sucked out from your lungs when he pulls the rim down low enough to expose your bikini line, and he takes the chance to provide the soft skin some soft kisses. 

“Maybe,” The admittance comes out in a soft whisper against your inner thighs. Sunwoo gently lifts your hips to pull off your shorts, bothering to place it on some surface instead of throwing it to the floor. Your hands travel under the pillow you were lying on, the cool cotton hugging your warmth while Sunwoo’s hands are wandering around your thighs. 

They are warm and almost hot, like his breath on your lower stomach. 

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re my first and last friend that falls into this category.”

Sunwoo shifts back up to your face and doesn’t hesitate to press his lips into yours, tasting like the coca-cola he drank earlier. Feeling the mattress around your shoulders sink, he keeps his weight above you and never once resting on you. It’s become instinct for you to run your hands from the sides of his pelvis, across the surface of his abdominal muscles and to his chest before finally resting on his cheeks when he kisses you. 

Sunwoo has the ego the size of an elephant and isn’t really fond of it if you aren’t below him. But you take pride in being under him, because it’s not like he’s completely resistant to your touches on his skin. 

He pulls away for some seconds, hand pulling your shirt over your head and helping you get rid of it. “Should I be honored that I’m your first and last friend with such... benefit?”

Sunwoo smirks into the kiss after his question, feeling more force from his weight than before. Your palms cup his jaw, gently pushing him away to trace his bottom lip. 

“You should. Because I don’t think I can do this with anybody else.”

Sunwoo’s low hum as a response sounds closer to some kind of a growl in the back of his throat when he moves some inches down to kiss the bruises on your chest. His hand crawls under your back and removes your bra, the cool air caressing you as opposed to the warmth emitting from his torso. By now, he’s positioned himself to have your legs locked apart by his knees. 

His shoulder blades and back muscles and spine stick out from under his tan skin and veins, the length of his torso crouched over yours like an animal devouring his prey. 

“No strings attached.”

A reminder for the both of you.

Sunwoo doesn’t warn you before he takes the tip of your breast into his mouth and between his lips, harshly sucking on them like he was hungry. Your chin tilts towards the ceiling, back already arching off the mattress but his body above yours an obstacle.

The sensitive tip comes between his teeth while he fondles with the other, kneading them to leave bright red marks around the flesh. 

His hair gets tangled around your fingers, struggling to maintain your composure and not become a mewling mess just from all the foreplay he’s providing you. You can feel his tongue flicking the sensitive tip in his mouth and it forces you to bite down on your bottom lip in a bid to contain the intense chills that thrum through your nerves.

His free hand finally releases your chest and reaches down to tug at your underwear, sucking off your breast with a ‘pop’. Lust overwhelms his gaze when he locks eyes with you, already flushed from whatever he’s done -- though it wasn’t much. 

Then he has that smirk plastered to his face when he pulls off your underwear to reveal how in need you are. Subtly shaking his head just to put you on edge, Sunwoo dips his tongue straight into you, fingers pressing to your nub. 

A gasp runs through your throat when your back abruptly leaves the mattress again, but Sunwoo locks it back down into the cushion in order to continue his work below. You start to feel the throbbing sensation from being all too overwhelmed when he sticks two fingers in with ease -- that’s how lustful you were being. 

Soft moans and groans into your core hits you as vibrations instead, your reflexes crumpling the bedsheets in your palms. 

When he pulls his fingers out and exhibits his tongue lapping up all that glistening fluid on his digits though -- you know he’s trying to be the little shit he is in bed.

Because he knows he’s good.

“Someone’s horny today.” 

Your fingers trace his collarbone, feeling his weight shift about as he struggles to remove his bottoms without detaching his lips from yours. The only thing that Sunwoo would let you have control of was how you kissed: so you don’t pass up on the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth, then biting on his lower lip to evoke the low moans from him. 

He keeps you distracted when he lets you dominate his mouth, but you can feel him poking at your entrance, the coat of lust already making it easy for him to push the tip in. 

Inch by inch, he pushes into you, pulling an inhumane noise that’s of a mixture between a groan and a whimper from you. By now, you’ve lost concentration on his lips and he naturally takes over, mercilessly drinking the moans that were tumbling out your throat. 

“I’m not going to last very long if you’re still this tight, princess.”

“Then don’t, just do what you need to--” 

Your sentence was instantaneously cut off by an interruption in the form of your own whimper when he suddenly pulls out, only to thrust back into you fully. The slap feels louder against your skin that in your ears, and you can feel him twitching inside you from the sheer force of sin flowing in both your veins. 

Sunwoo dips his nose into your neck, allowing your fingers to dig into his back, drawing bright lines of pink into his skin as he slowly picks up his pace. The force jerks the entire bedframe with every thrust, your thighs being pushed back with every roll his hips make forward. 

His grunts are louder when your walls clench down on him inside you, but his moans aren’t doing you any good when his lips are right at your ear, gently nibbling on your earlobe. 

But Sunwoo knows the exact spot that makes you tick, so he subtly forces your hips upwards with his thighs to change the angle ever so slightly. The change in your breathing is a prideful fuel for him, so the confidence urges him to pick up the pace in that angle.

Soon, he hears his own name spewing out off your tongue and into his hair, your hands desperate to pull his face into yours so he can muffle all the needy cries. You can start to feel the sweat between your bodies, and Sunwoo’s rugged breathing also hinted that he was reaching his high as well. 

Sunwoo curses under his breath between your lips, helping you reach your high first while you tremble and shake and fall apart under him. His sweat-damp fringe is stuck to his forehead as he offers the last few thrusts before he hits his own climax, hurriedly pulling out to release on your stomach.

The huffs from him hits your lips, his forehead pressed against yours but eyes looking down to see both of your heaving torsos. He looks back up at you through his lashes before giving you one more hungry kiss despite the fatigue sinking in, the back of his fingers stroking your cheek as he pulls away. 

Taking a deep breath, he licks his lips and gulps. A small smile appears on his face when he sits up on his knees to admire the picture he’s painted on your neck and chest.

“I might just miss this when one of us gets into a real relationship.”

[infrequent-creator]

From the list, #19 w/ Ojiro and Midoriya? 🥺💖

Summary: Midoriya noticed Ojiro is having some trouble practicing his dojo moves, so he offers some help.

A/N: Ahhh I'm finally over my wicked sinus infection, so back to work I go friends! Hope you like it!

((Also pls check the sneaky link at the end 😉 @boku-no-t-academia is the author of the linked story in green))

Word Count: 1,322

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"Are you hiding from me?"

"Huh?" The tail hero looked slightly confused cocking his head like a pup. “I haven’t seen you all day Ojiro. Are you doing alright?” “I’m sorry Midoriya, I’ve got a tournament coming up. I’ve just been very busy with all the practicing.” “Oh yeah, you do martial arts on the weekends! I’ve always been interested in that. My mom and I loved ninja movies, especially All Might’s ninja movie: Blade of Justice!” He struck a ninja pose, the same as the one on the All Might movie cover. He return to a regular stance as he laughed softly at the fond memories. “Yeah I do, and I’ve got semi-finals for nationals coming up. I still can’t land a couple of my moves.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I could help you.” Izuku suggested.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. How about you meet me tomorrow at my dojo. I'll give you the address."

"Perfect! I'll see you tomorrow."

“Wow! This dojo is so cool!” All these photos of students! Aww Ojiro, is that you? You’re so little!” Izuku cooed at the photo.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing. It was the first time I won a tournament. I just turned 7.” He had dashed over to try to hide the picture. It was him as a kid , smiling ear to ear. There was a gold medal around his neck, and a trophy balanced on his tail. He was also missing a couple of his baby teeth in the front.

“No, it’s adorable. You look so happy! I’m glad you love this so much.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun.” He tossed his bag down on the edge of the large floor mat.

“Are you ready? Just take your shoes off before you come on the mat.” He reminded his excited friend.

“Of course, I’m coming.” He giggled, getting one last look at the picture before going to stand in the middle of the mat with Ojiro.

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The two boys tussing around on the mat, Midoriya being gently thrown around by his friend.

"You holding up alright?" Ojiro bend down to look at Izuku, who was giggling flat on his back.

“Yeah this is nothing compared to training with Kacchan. He throws me way harder, thanks for being so gentle.” He smiled sweetly up at Ojiro.

“Oh of course! What kind of hero would I be if I hurt my fellow heroes?” He chuckled, using his tail to poke playfully at Izuku’s middle. The shorter boy let out a surprise yelp and swatted lightly at his friend’s tail.

“Haha, sorry Mashirao, j-just a little…well…” As Izuku stuttered, his cheeks started to heat up noticeably.

“Ticklish?”

“A-Ah! M-More like sensitive but…yes.” He couldn’t look at the blonde still standing over him.

“Haha, it’s ok Midoriya, let’s do one more move before we head home. It’s just an easy takedown move.” He held out a hand to help up his friend. Izuku smiled and hopped to his feet.

“No problem. Let’s do it!” He nodded in excitement.

“Ok, so I’m basically just going to tackle you, pinning you with my elbows against your ribs & hips. It won’t hurt, it’s just going to hold you against the mat.” He explained, gesturing to the back of his upper arm.

“Sounds good.” He nodded again, getting in a weak defense stance, pretending to be an opponent.

Ojiro bowed, taking an offensive stance. In an i stand, he tackled Midoriya. Ojiro’s body curled around his opponent’s middle. His arms exactly where he said they’d be, both the blonde’s knees were against the other side of his ribs & hips. Neither hurt, but he was definitely not going anywhere.

“Wow, this is a pretty good hold.” Izuku giggled, looking at Ojiro’s face.

“Yeah, hey do you think you could try to struggle a bit? I want to make sure I have a good form.”

“Oh sure no problem.” With that, the little hero started to wiggle and thrash with all his might to try and escape. No such luck, he was indeed stuck.

“Haha no can do man. You got me pretty good here.” He chuckled, resting his arms out on the mat.

“Cant get out at all?” The blonde double checked.

“Nope.” He shook his head no.

“Good.” With that, Ojiro moved his elbow out to hold Midoriya’s left out and away from his ribs, leaving his whole left side exposed. The blonde playfully started pinching and poking at Izuku’s side.

“AHAHA! W-Whahahaha Ojir-ohohoho!” The green haired boy squealed, struggling to get away from the sensation sending Izuku into hysterics.

“Aww what’s the matter? Your little sensitivity wouldn’t happen to mean you’re ticklish, would it?” Ojiro teases, both hands now squeezing up and down the green haired hero’s sides and lower. Poor defenseless Midoriya erupted into sweet laughter

“EHEHEHEHE NAHAhahahahhaa! Nononohoho!” His feet kicking against the mat as he tried to protect his sensitive torso.

“Really? It doesn’t? Then why are you so giggly, Izuku?~” The blonde’s quick fingers migrated to Midoriya’s tummy, already playing with the new ticklish territory.

“ snort EEP! Ohohohojiroooohoho!” Izuku started to push against his friend’s back

“Oh god did you snort? That’s adorable Midoriya!” His hands slowing down a little to utilize his secret weapon…

“EHEHE hehehey! No tahahahail! Nohoho tahaha-AHAH!” Ojiro’s mischievous tail launched an attack on Izuku’s poor neck, ears, even his chin. The squealing greenette thread this fingers through the hair on Mashirao’s tail. The action did tickle on Ojiro’s end, but not enough to deter him from his objective: making Izuku Midoriya scream with laughter.

“Nohow, let’s see where your death spohot.” The blonde giggled through his statement.

“I dohohon’t have ohohone!” He whined through tittering giggles.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad liar De-ku~” emphasizing the nickname with a poke to each of his slender hipbones.

“AHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHONONONO! PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAHT THEHERE!” He bucked harder than ever before trying to shake his evil tormenter.

“Oh no, I believe I’ve just won. What do you think, Izuku~” Ojiro teased, rubbing his thumbs deem into the grips of his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHHAHAA YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIHIN NO MOHOHOHORE!” His hand repeatedly slapping the mat as a tap out. His round cheeks bright red with laughter and embarrassment.

Ojiro took that as a sign to stop. He sat back on his butt to watched Midoriya wind down from his laugh attack and ghost tickles.

“You ok buddy? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He checked, helping the smaller boy sit up slowly.

“Y-Yeah, phew. Just a little tihired.” He was still twitching with adorable soft giggles.

“Those hips are pretty bad, arent they?”

“Yehes.” He instinctively covered them, suddenly the phantom tickles hit him there.

“Here. Let me carry you back. Thanks for all your help Midoriya, I really just needed to blow off some steam and have fun.”

“No problem buddy.” He yawned, nuzzled his head into Mashirao’s fluffy collar. His arms were lazily wrapped around the blonde’s neck.

“Man, you got tired quick..” he chuckled softly, no response. The only thing he heard was soft breathing.

“Goodnight, Izuku~” he shook his head as he walked them both back to the dorm.

[imjeralee]

i request that you drink plenty of water and take care of yourself !!! ·o·b after thats done, came i pretty please get headcanons with link, Kaeya and maybe Childe about an s/o who draws them one day as a confession and gives it to them? :) (maybe they already knew and saw them drawing them before ? who knows) thank you in advance!!

Thank you anon! *looks at cup of green tea beside laptop* yep I think i’m doing well in keeping myself hydrated recently hehe but thank you :3

Anyway please see below for the ask! (it’s pretty long)

Link

He was grooming one of the ponies when he saw you standing behind a tent peeking at him curiously and when he turned round properly, you quickly scampered away and he got worried so he followed you to the room you share to see you sitting on the bed with a wine red book propped up in your lap but upon his return, you immediately hid it behind your back, smiling widely at him

He wonders what it was but decides not to pry, but he later discovers it was actually a sketchbook when he’s packing up for tomorrow and you’re taking a bath and the sketchbook drops out of your pack and onto the floor, opening at a random page

He picks it up with the intention to return it to your bag but then he sees the various drawings of him in his Ancient Armour set, Hylian and Snowquill set. They’re fully coloured and it looks like you’ve spent hours on them. He didn’t know you were this artistic and wondered why you hid this from him

The date you wrote on the bottom of the page indicates that you drew all this in one day! He’s super impressed

Then he sees the note you wrote below: “To my Dearest Link, I hope you like my drawings of you. All I can think about is how lucky I am to be able to be by your side, you’ve changed my life for the better and-”

Obv half complete so now he knows why you didn’t want to show him and he respects your privacy, so he puts the sketchbook away 

Outside, he sees Beedle and goes over to see what’s new for sale. Beedle has some cool art stuff (well, it’s more like stuff that can be used for dye but can also be used as paint) so he buys some for you as a present which he will give to you later.

Next day, you get chased by a group of Bokogoblins and the book and all your drawing supplies drops out from your bag. 

You didn’t see it drop and returned to the stable, ransacking your bag like crazy only to find your stuff missing

When you realise everything must have dropped out when you got chased, you quickly leave the stable to go back to the area but it’s thunder and lightning so Link chases after you

“Link, what are you doing? Go back, the weather’s awful.” You tell him but he shakes his head, unable to leave you alone in the rain like this

He helps you with your search and you end up locating your book and your supplies which are lying in the mud

The book has been trampled over and some of the pages have been torn out. The remaining pages are soaked with dirt and grime. Your pencils are snapped in half and your paints have been left to bleed all over the grass. All of your drawings are ruined, too. This is your worst nightmare.

Link observes you silently as tears begins to form in your eyes and you look at him, sniffling slightly.

You’re experiencing a mixture of devastation, frustration, anger and exasperation - from your carelessness to the stupid bokogoblins - and this incident infuriates you so much you throw the book to the ground angrily

Before you can march away, Link grabs your wrist 

Turning round, your gazes meet and he looks at you softly, intently.

‘What’s wrong?’ he is saying. 

“I was going to use those to confess to you!” you end up roaring out by accident. 

Link looks at you, a little stunned

“N-Never mind! Everything’s ruined!!!!” 

You’re about to storm off again when Link suddenly pulls you into his chest and gives you a hug

“!” you’re so shocked you can’t speak

He pulls away though, and leads you to the hollow of a nearby tree trunk where he gestures for you to sit down to shelter from the rain whilst he glances around, then sprints back over to where the ruined sketchbook is

He picks it up and holds it against his chest as if it’s dear to him. That’s not all, you watch as he begins to pick up the remaining pages that were torn out and once he’s collected them all he returns to you, clutching the pages tightly

"Link...” you murmur breathlessly as he he kneels down in front of you before he fishes around in his pockets to reveal a random bunch of paint pots in his hand.

You’re a little confused, but realise he has some spares which he must have bought from a merchant

it’s not much but...

he nudges it to you for your offering

You gawp at him for a few moments before you smile and chuckle and upon seeing you back to your usual self again, Link smiles and helps you back onto your own feet to stand

You thank him as you cradle the paints to yourself. You will need to restart from scratch from somehow it feels ok and something tells you you don’t need to hide it from him anymore

And you return to the stable, sheltering from the rain by sharing a large leaf together

Kaeya

Let’s begin with the fact that alongside you, there is a maid who also likes Kaeya as much as you do and she’s a bit of a sneaky bugger and you don’t show your drawings to anyone or watermark your artwork until they’re complete. You can probably see where this is going

One day, Kaeya finds out you are drawing a picture of him when he comes to your office to inform you that there’s a group of abyss mages outside Mondstadt so you hurry off to dispatch it and leaving Kaeya in your office

He accidentally comes across your drawing when he sees his face on a piece of parchment and his interest is piqued so he heads over to check it out

It’s a really good sketch!!! the amount of detail is insane! he had no idea you possessed such skill and who knew that you could create such beautiful art like this? He also finds some rough doodles and sketches you made earlier on some scrap paper you had also written on so he knows it’s you

Anyway, he puts everything back to join you in battle, but not before passing a maid along the way who is heading to your room to clean up

She comes across your drawing and she’s always fancied Kaeya herself, so for some reason other than just thinking she might be able to get away with it if she’s sneaky enough, she takes your drawing and sets off with it

Meanwhile, you return to your room after the battle, take off your coat and sit comfortably in your chair, reaching for your quill

“Ah, time to get back to my drawing of Kaeya.” you say with a smile, looking at your desk.

Wait a minute.

Something is wrong.

Very wrong.

It’s GONE!

After checking the rest of your office (and its clearly not there), you rush outside, wondering what happened to it when you see Kaeya and a maid talking in the corridor

they didn’t see you, so you quickly hide

“Please accept this, captain Kaeya!” gushes the maid, presenting your drawing to him. “I drew this picture of you to show how much you mean to me.”

What in the Samachurl shit is this? 

You’re about to storm over when Kaeya takes the drawing with a delicate brow raised, studies it intently and goes, “Oh? But I’m not so sure about that.”

“W-what do you mean, Captain Kaeya?”

“There’s no watermark on it,” he points out, “....one could’ve taken anyone’s artwork and claim that it’s theirs.”

“T-That’s - ! Ah, Captain Kaeya, h-how could you think so lowly of me?”

“I’m only just stating some simple facts, that’s all. You won’t hold that against me, will you? And I’m certainly not accusing you of anything...unless you...?”

“Oh....uh....I...I-I’m so sorry, Captain Kaeya, you’re right! I-I....please excuse me!”

The maid’s too embarrassed to proceed any further and leaves, running away.

Indeed, what in the samachurl hell had just happened? 

It goes quiet and you wonder if he’s still there; you step out of your hiding place only to go nose-to-chest with Kaeya.

He greets you with a smirk. “if it isn’t the little kitten, what are you doing here?”

“Um...uh, I....that....that drawing - “

What he said is right, there’s no watermark. How can you prove it’s yours? Would he believe you if you told him?

“Hm? Ah, yes, this drawing. I was going to keep it for myself.”

“No, wait! I mean...er...it’s not finished yet-”

“So you drew this then?”

“Yes, I did. it was me.” Though you wonder if he would believe you after everything you had just heard.

“Why?”

You lamely tell him you really like him and wanted to use it to confess to him.

He watches you for a few seconds, then hands the drawing to you. “I’ll wait until you’ve finished then.”

“Huh?” You gasp. He gave it back to you so easily despite what he said to the maid! “You...you’re not-”

“I knew it was you who drew it. I recognised your style.”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“If I said so earlier, how else would I get you to confess to me?”

“KAEYA!!!”

(from then on he’ll want you to draw him more often)

Childe

Saw you sitting on the grassy hill near Qingxu Pool drawing earlier and because he is good at sneaking up on people, you didn’t hear him as he casually leaned over to peek over your shoulder and said, “Hey girlie, what’re you up to?”

You’re like “UWAGH!” and quickly close your sketchbook before turning round to see Childe.

“N-nothing!” you exclaim, before you get up and run down the hill, leaving a very amused Childe on his own

Later, when you’ve finished your masterpiece, you nervously approach Childe and tell him, “Um....this is for you, let me know what you think.” before rushing off in a blushing mess and Childe will open the sketchbook to see that you’ve drawn a very nice portrait of him in a battle stance, wielding his bow, surrounded by his hydro blades

Childe stands, staring at the picture

Then he sees the words ‘do you like me?’ scribbled at the very bottom

Childe staring hard now

He’s used to giving people gifts but now that he’s received something so thoughtful, he’s a bit overwhelmed. he can tell you put so much effort and hardwork into this. Ah, what is this feeling? 

He closes the book without further ado and scrubs a hand over his face

he actually wasn’t expecting you to do this. he knew you were drawing him but the result is really....something else

You don’t hear him from Childe in a few days and you are so nervous and worried.

Is this a rejection? Maybe he didn’t like your picture after all...

You’re walking in the streets and sigh and sit on the stone steps of Liyue, staring at the sea, upset and dejected

But then you hear a whistle from behind and throw a glance over your shoulder to see Childe standing on a higher step, a hand in his pocket

“Hey girlie, heads up,” he tosses a paper plane into the air which makes this little loop before you stand to catch it

Looking up, Childe has gone

You unfold the paper plane to its proper size to reveal that Childe’s drawn a little sketch of you in return and he has written: ‘Yes I do’.