#quick everyone watch it before it inevitably gets blocked

[woso-dreamzzz]

Difficult IV

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Baby!Reader

Summary: Back when you had your biting phase

"Looking good, Mapi," Leila teases as Mapi arrives on the pitch with you on her hip.

You're sucking on your fingers and look behind you to where Mumma is walking with Frido. You don't really like being away from Mumma but you've got Mami holding you and that's okay.

"Shut up," Mapi complains with an eye roll as she adjusts you where you're leaning backwards," Just because you don't have a baby doesn't mean you have to be jealous of mine."

"You mean Ingrid's."

Mapi doesn't really like that. She knows that Leila means no harm because, technically, you are Ingrid's. Everyone on the team knows you're Ingrid's but you're Mapi's too. She's Mami now which means you've every bit as much hers as you are Ingrid's.

You chose her.

That has to count for something.

It's an adjustment, certainly, but Mapi just wants everyone else to catch up.

She's your mother now and she refuses to let people think that she's not.

But, still, she doesn't blow up because Leila's her friend and Mapi knows she means no harm with what she's saying.

So, Mapi just adjusts you so you're sitting on her hip properly even as you crane your head to watch Ingrid come past. You grunt a little bit and kick your legs out a bit when Mapi doesn't follow quick enough.

You're fairly well-behaved for a baby so young and are content to chew on one of your blocks as you sit in the shade with some of the girls who are out injured.

You keep looking over at the group training, as if to check that Mapi and Ingrid are still there before inevitably getting distracted again by something silly like the colour of Jenni's shorts.

Ingrid comes straight over as soon as there's a break to place a cap on your head. It's getting steadily hotter and hotter as the hours crawl past and she doesn't want you to get heatstroke or something similar.

You scrunch your face up in annoyance and Mumma laughs slightly, offering you your favourite sippy cup of juice in apology. You take it happily, waving the cup around a few times before popping it into your mouth.

You crane your head all the way back and practically put your sippy cup upside down as you drink from it.

"All done?" Mumma asks.

You look at your sippy cup again before tipping it upside down and shaking it.

"All gone," You say.

"All gone?" Mumma asks.

You nod. "All gone."

"Oh, well I'll take that then." Mumma takes it off you before helping you up. "Where are you off to?"

You're still a little unsteady on your feet without your walker but you're getting better and better everyday and Ingrid knows you want to move by the way you're shifting on your feet.

"Hmm," You say, looking around," Mami!"

Mumma laughs again and sends you on your way with a little push on the bum.

You take a few big, clumsy steps over to Mami before she sees you and closes the distance. You're back on her hip again like earlier and Mumma joins you both.

"Mapi," She scolds," She's never going to walk properly if you keep picking her up."

"The ground's uneven!" Mami says," I'm helping."

Mumma rolls her eyes and strokes your cheek. "Your Mami's so silly sometimes."

"Hey! Don't turn Bebita against me! She doesn't think I'm silly."

"You keep telling yourself that."

Mami and Mumma squabble jokingly all the way over to the drinks where Mami sets you down again.

You don't really wander far but close enough to Jenni to see that she's unscrewed the top of her bottle lid. She's sitting on the floor and you kick your foot out at her.

"Hola," She says, swirling the ice cubes around in her water," Do you want some?"

She shakes her drink in front of you and you cock your head to the side before reaching out for it. It doesn't look too different to what your sippy cup looks like when Mumma takes the lid off to wash it.

Jennie lets you take it and she's not quick enough to stop you when you tilt your head all the way back and tip the bottle the same.

The water comes pouring out all over your face and you sputter and cough because it's so unexpected.

Jenni reaches for you but you're quickly taken up into Mami's arms as she wipes the water from your face with her own shirt.

"Are you okay, bebita? Oh, look at you." She fusses over you even after your face is no longer wet and Mumma's changed you into a dry shirt. She looks at Mumma in worry. "Should we take her home? She must be so scared."

Ingrid takes one look at you and scoffs.

You're suitably distracted again as your little grabby hands pinch at Mapi's tattoos (not that she notices) while you suck some of your fingers.

"Mapi," Ingrid says," She's fine. She had a little scare but she didn't even cry. She's fine."

You may be fine but Mapi certainly doesn't feel fine. She doesn't want to let you go but you're already wriggling out of her arms to return to your spot in the shade with your blocks.

She places you back on your playmat and jogs over to where the rest of the team is waiting. She looks over at you periodically just to check that you're okay and that Jenni's looking after you properly.

"Oh, come on," Leila complains," Stop staring at the kid. She's doing just fine."

Ingrid's gone in with Frido to get her ankle taped so Mapi's solely responsible for you while she's gone.

"She's a baby," Mapi says bluntly," Anything could happen."

"That's the most chilled out baby I've ever seen. Nothing bad is going to happen. If it'll make you feel better, I'll grab her and we can start heading in."

Leila approaches you quickly.

You're not watching her. Your hat is pushed down firmly on your head curtesy of Jenni and your head is ducked as you try to chew on one of your blocks.

It's completely unexpected when Leila reaches down and grabs you. She accidentally knocks your hat off and suddenly you're face to face with someone who is neither Mumma nor Mami.

It shocks you and you jolt suddenly. You screech before flopping forward and biting firmly down into the juncture between her shoulder and her neck.

"Fuck!" Leila exclaims, almost dropping you in shock at the sudden pain from your tiny teeth. "She bit me!"

Mami takes you from Leila quickly, cradling you close in case you start crying. "You scared her!"

"She bit me, Mapi! Fuck, what do they feed Norwegian babies?! Her teeth are sharp!"

"You scared her!" Mapi says again.

All of the yelling only serves to freak you out more and you burst into tears.

"Oh, shit," Leila says, kicking Jenni, who had watched the whole thing," Go get Ingrid. She needs her mum."

"No need," Mapi insists," Ingrid's busy. I'm here."

Leila and Jenni exchange looks that Mapi's sadly familiar with.

She rocks you back and forth, rubbing your back as she narrows her eyes at them. She keeps her voice soft for your own benefit but firm for her two friends.

"I'm not playing house. This isn't a game to me. She's my bebita too. I'm her Mami. Ingrid's getting her ankle taped. She doesn't need to be interrupted."

Leila and Jenni are still wearing those looks that make it clear that they think Mapi's in over her head. But they weren't there last week when you wouldn't stop crying at bedtime until Mapi took you on a car ride or the time a few days ago when you cried after you fell off the sofa and Mapi had to give you magic kisses to make you feel better.

She knows what she's doing and her hand goes up the back of your shirt to draw circles on your back as she coos in your ear.

Your tears peter off and you plant your head in her neck, clearly exhausted because you drift off to sleep almost immediately.

"I know you think I'm playing around," Mapi says to Leila and Jenni," But I'm not. She's mine just like she's Ingrid's. I'm in this for the long run. I'm her Mami. I know you don't believe me or think that I can do this but I don't care. She's Ingrid's and she's mine. I know what I'm doing."

[heich0e]

“Didn’t expect to see you out here.”

Your head pops up as the unexpected voice makes itself known, twisting your face towards the sound only to see a figure standing at the end of the alley. He’s silhouetted where he stands—a shape more than a person. You can tell he’s tall, broad, and has a knot of hair tied up loosely at his crown. 

Geto Suguru steps into the light where you can see him better, though it makes his sudden appearance no less surprising. 

“Did you drink too much?” he asks, treading a few steps closer as he eyes you worriedly. You pull yourself up from where you’d been crouching on the ground.

“No, no. Just getting some air,” you reply with a stiff smile, dipping in a bow and quickly adjusting your pencil skirt once you’re back upright.

He has his tie loosened over his shirt with the top button undone, and his suit jacket is nowhere to be seen. He considers you for a moment, and his attention makes you want to fidget but you fight the urge.

You watch as he pulls packet of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his shirt and offers it out to you. “Do you smoke?”

“No, thank you,” you say with a quick shake of your head, smoothing your hands along the front of your skirt and then moving to step past him back towards the entrance of the restaurant. “I should go.”

He angles his body in your way before you can.

“No need to leave on my account,” he says, peering down at you. His face is partially in shadow because of how he’s standing, angled between you and the mouth of the alleyway that leads back to the busy street, caught in a small dark patch between the streetlights and the light affixed to the grungy brick wall. He tips his face up and the light touches his features once more, catching in his brown eyes as he waits in anticipation of your response.

“I should get back inside.” It’s strangely difficult to meet his gaze, so instead you look past him towards the street as an unwelcome heat surges up your throat to flood your face. A car passes quickly by the alley, and you watch as the headlights come and go in a flash.

“Why?” the man before you asks, placing the cigarette he’d fished out of the pack to his lips. He uses his teeth to keep it there while he fumbles through his pockets for a lighter. “You’re clearly having a terrible time in there.”

Your eyes snap up to meet his in shock.

“No I’m not,” your reply is notably indignant, even though his accusation is valid.

How would he know anyway?

“The smiley, nice-girl bit’s gotta be getting old, isn’t it? Pouring everyones drinks. Cleaning up everyones messes.” He laughs, though it’s only to himself, before clicking his lighter to life and holding it to the tip of his cigarette until it catches. The cherry burns red and bright on an inhale, and smoke slips from his lips as he adds, “You don’t have to lie to me, I’m not your boss.”

“I’m not lying,” you insist, but your performance isn’t particularly convincing. 

Truthfully, the very last thing you wanted to do after a ten-hour work day—capping off a fifty-hour work week—was come out drinking with your colleagues. You’ve never really liked these kinds of gatherings, even if the company is the one footing the bill. They always get a bit too rowdy for your liking. Always drag on a bit too long. And you know that you’ll inevitably be the one stuck forcing your plastered boss into a taxi in the wee hours of the morning, while the rest of your equally-sloshed coworkers find their own ways home.

But the department chair, the very same one you’re sure will be singing karaoke with his tie around his forehead in only a few short hours, had been adamant that everyone in marketing attend the gathering since the sales section was joining in too. 

Hence the sales employee standing toe-to-toe with you, blocking your path.

You know Geto Suguru, but only indirectly. The sales and marketing departments are separated by a single floor in your company’s office building, and often work on projects together. Geto is a section lead in sales, with a long, illustrious history behind him before he worked his way up to that role. He’s made a lot of money for the company, and a lot of friends along the way—what with his easy charm, silver tongue, and undeniable good looks. His reputation precedes him—in both good ways and bad.

The fact that he’s here talking to you—a fresh-faced, relatively new-to-role nobody in comparison to his lengthy history with the business—is what you have a hard time wrapping your head around.

“Sure, sure.” Geto waves his hand dismissively, ash fluttering off in tiny specks from the end of his lit cigarette. “I’m sure you just love making all those copies, remembering coffee orders, and running that section lead of yours’s errands too. Oh, and don’t forget when he takes credit for your ideas.”

Your stomach drops. 

He keeps going.

“This upcoming brand collaboration is exciting,”—he takes a puff of his cigarette, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you—“too bad no one knows it was you who came up with it, huh?” 

Your fists clench tightly at your sides, your lips pressing together in a thin line.

Geto blows the last of the smoke in his lungs from the corner of his pursed lips, away from you.

“That’s the first honest expression I’ve seen on your face all night,” he says with a sly smile tugging at his lips.

Your hands are shaking.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask him weakly.

He tilts his head to the side, like your question confounds him.

“I’m not doing anything,” he says, and he sounds like he genuinely means it. “Have I said anything that isn’t true?”

You bite your lip, staring down at your pretty, professional pumps as you stand on the craggy pavement of the alley.

“You’re allowed to be angry, but don’t direct it at me for pointing out the people who keep screwing you over,” Geto says, and the way his voice sounds a bit nearer and the smell of his cigarette gets stronger tells you that he’s dipped down closer to you even though you don’t watch him do it. “No one’s gonna hand anything to you if you don’t fight for it.”

You glance up at him, your expression and your tone equally flat. “And what if I’m not a fighter?”

“Oh, I don’t believe that,” he says, chuckling a bit as he backs away from you.

You watch him as he watches you—contemplates you, like he’s sizing you up. He drops cigarette suddenly to the ground, still only half-burned, and crushes it with the toe of his shoe. You hold your breath as he takes another step towards you.

He leans forward.

“Hit me.”

“Pardon me?” The bewildered question rushes out of you all in one gasping breath, and you take a loping step back in shock.

“Come on, just one,” the man goads you further, rapping against his jaw with the knuckle of his index finger as a smile twists his lips up at the corners.

“You’re drunk,” you spit out incredulously, shaking your head and quickly moving to step past him.

“I’m not.” He sidles smoothly into your path once more before you get the chance to flee, like he’s half-a-step ahead of you at all times. 

It’s infuriating.

“Alright, then you’re just insane,” you offer instead.

You knew the sales department had a reputation for being a bit wild, but this is beyond all your expectations. This is nothing like the charming, easy going Geto that you’ve heard all your female colleague gossiping about in the break room.

His smile falls, and he crosses his arms over his chest. You try not to pay too much attention to the way his forearms look with his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“I’m still your senior, y’know,” he says, and his voice is a little bit colder now. More admonishing.

You’re very acutely aware of that fact without him saying it.

You huff out a frustrated little breath through your nose, crossing your own arms over your chest in a mirror of his stance.

“I’m not hitting you.”

Geto’s brow quirks curiously.

“Why not?”

You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.

“Because that’s assault,” you counter his question shortly.

“It’s only assault if I press charges—which I won’t.” You know he’s telling the truth but it doesn’t make it any more convincing. He tilts his head to the side again, and a silky strand of his dark hair slips into his eyes. “Haven’t you ever hit anyone before? It’s cathartic.”

Your lips part in an expression of astonishment. “Of course I haven’t.”

The man in front of you looks mildly surprised at your answer.

“Do I look like someone who goes around fighting people?” you ask him incredulously.

“You look like you’ve got some repressed rage in you,” he says with a smirk, and the expression only worsens when he sees the way you react to it.

He taps his cheek again before tucking both his hands behind his back and leaning in close to you, like a man offering himself up to the executioner’s block. He shuts his eyes.

“C’mon, just a little one.”

“I won’t.”

“You should.”

“I won’t.”

“How come?”

You take his face in your hands suddenly, tilting it up to meet your gaze.

“Geto-san,” you say quietly, your tone bordering on desperate. “I’m not going to hit you, so please stop asking.”

He opens his eyes slowly, his dark lashes fluttering as he blinks up at you. After a moment he smiles, and his eyes curve into narrow crescents as he leans subtly into your touch.

It’s quiet in the alley, but your heartbeat is quick underneath your skin.

“Can you blame a guy for trying?” he asks you coyly.

You’re still cupping his cheeks in your hands. 

They’re warm.

“You really are crazy,” you reply softly to his question, though it’s not much of a reply at all.

He hums, turning his face so his nose drags across your wrist. His lips brush against your palm as he speaks once more. “I’ve been called worse.”

You don’t doubt he’s telling the truth.

Slowly, the dark haired man picks himself up to his usual height. He’s closer to you now than he’s ever been—and thanks to the little cat and mouse game that the two of you have been playing, you’re very nearly pressed against the alley wall. You can’t even see the street anymore beyond the expanse of his wide shoulders.

Everywhere you look, you only see him.

The realization sits hot and heavy in the pit of your stomach.

“I know you’re a good girl, but what are we gonna do about all that stuff you’ve got pent up in there?” Geto lifts his hand and presses a featherlight touch to your sternum over your diaphragm, his fingertips trailing delicately against the smooth plane where the arch of your ribs ends. Your breath hitches painfully as you stare up at him, a sticky knot at the back of your throat preventing you from forming any response—not that you can think of anything to say. 

Geto smiles down at you, his expression soft.

You see the faintest flash of sharp teeth behind his pink lips.

“Don’t you want me to help you let it out?”

[mbruben-stein]

I fucking love your work

And can you make a TMNT 2012 Leo x Chubby/Curvy Reader?

I love your TMNT work God bless you sweetie🤗💕

I love you the way you are.

TMNT 2012 Leo x chubby/curvy reader.

A/N: I was having a little bit of trouble riding this one. I was just stuck on writers block for a while. I hope everyone enjoys what I write. Have a lovely day everyone and remember that there's always going to be someone that loves you the way you are.

You sigh as you stare at your reflection in the mirror, pinching the soft flesh around your waist. No matter how much you work out and eat healthy, you can never seem to lose the curves and extra weight. Sometimes you feel insecure about your body, wishing you had a lean, slender figure like April or Karai.

As much as you try not to let it get to you, the negative thoughts creep in more and more lately. It doesn't help that you have a huge crush on Leonardo - strong, disciplined, heroic Leo. You're sure he would never be attracted to someone with a body like yours. He probably goes for fit, athletic girls who can keep up with his intense training.

Feeling discouraged, you throw on some loose clothes and head over to the lair to hang out with the turtles like you do most days. You've been close friends with them ever since they saved you from some Purple Dragon gang members a year ago. Although you adore all four brothers, you find yourself most drawn to Leo and his sense of honor and leadership. You try to hide your feelings, not wanting to risk your friendship or face inevitable rejection.

When you arrive at the lair, Mikey bounces over to greet you. "Y/N! Check out this new pizza recipe I invented - pepperoni, jelly beans and garlic! I call it the Mikey Surprise!"

You laugh and pat his shell. "That sounds...interesting Mikey. Maybe I'll try it later." You scan the room and spot Leo practicing katas off to the side. He notices you and gives a quick smile and wave before resuming his focused movements with his katana blades. Your heartbeat quickens at the mere sight of him.

"Whatcha staring at, Y/N?" Raph teases, plopping down on the couch. "Could it be our fearless leader over there?"

You feel your cheeks redden. "What? No! I was just spacing out. Not staring at anyone in particular."

Donnie looks up from the gadget he's tinkering with, raising an eye ridge. "Uh huh, sure." He exchanges a knowing glance with Raph.

Wanting to change the subject, you ask, "So what's the plan for today guys? Any missions to foil the Foot or Kraang?"

"Nah, it's been pretty quiet," Raph says. "Probably just training and patrolling later."

As if on cue, Leo finishes his katas and strides over to the group. "We'll head out in a few hours to scout the city. There's been reports of increased Purple Dragon activity by the docks we should check out." His ocean blue eyes turn to you. "Y/N, you're welcome to come if you'd like. We could always use an extra set of eyes. And I know you can handle yourself in a fight if needed."

Your eyes widen in surprise. Leo has never invited you on a patrol before. "Really? You'd want me to come with you guys?"

"Of course," Leo says warmly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You're part of the team."

You beam at him, heart fluttering at his touch. "I'd love to come! Thanks Leo!" You try to sound casual and not too eager.

The next couple hours pass quickly as you all eat pizza, joke around, and watch Mikey and Raph thumb wrestle. Soon it's time to head up to the surface. The turtles gather their gear and you all climb out of the sewer into the dark city night.

You follow the brothers as they sprint and leap across the rooftops with ease. Even with all the training they've given you, you still struggle to keep pace with their mutant speed and strength. Not to mention your curvy body feels cumbersome and heavy as you try to gracefully jump from building to building like they do.

After a few minutes, you need to pause to catch your breath. "You guys go on ahead," you pant, waving them on. "I'll catch up in a sec."

Leo frowns and hangs back as his brothers continue forward. "You okay, Y/N? We can take a break if you need to."

You force a smile, not wanting to slow him down. "I'm fine, Leo. Just go with the others. I know I can't keep up with you guys."

He shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you behind. Here, climb on my back. I'll carry you the rest of the way."

You hesitate, self-conscious about your weight. "Are you sure? I'm probably too heavy..."

Leo gives you a look. "Y/N, you're not too heavy. It's no problem, I promise. Now hop on before the guys get too far ahead of us and Raph starts calling me Lame-o-nardo again."

Biting your lip, you walk over and carefully climb onto his shell, wrapping your arms and legs around him from behind. He easily hoists you up and takes off running, not showing any strain from your added size.

"Is this okay?" you ask meekly, convinced you must be crushing him.

Leo cranes his neck to give you a reassuring smile over his shoulder. "You're perfect, Y/N. I've got you."

Something about the way he says that makes your stomach flutter. You rest your head against his shoulder and allow yourself to relax as he carries you across the rooftops. Being this close to him feels amazing.

After a couple minutes, you catch up to where the others have stopped on a ledge overlooking the docks. Leo gently lowers you to the ground. You immediately miss his touch but try to focus on the mission.

"What do you see?" Leo asks his brothers.

Donnie peers through the scope on his goggles. "Looks like your typical Purple Dragon deal going down. I count maybe a dozen of them and...is that Hun? I thought he was still locked up!"

Raph cracks his knuckles. "Not anymore it seems. And it looks like he brought backup." He points to several black vans pulling up.

"Foot soldiers," Leo says grimly as the doors open to reveal Shredder's men piling out. "Just what we need. A Purple Dragon and Foot team-up."

You look at Leo in concern. "What's the plan, Chief?"

His brow furrows in thought before he nods decisively. "We go in quick and quiet. Take out as many as we can before they sound the alarm. Don, Mikey, you guys handle the Purple Dragons. Raph and I will deal with the Foot. Y/N, I want you to stay up here and keep watch. Let us know if any more show up. We'll regroup once it's clear."

You frown slightly, wondering if he just wants you to stay back because you'd get in the way with your lack of ninja skills. But you know he's just trying to keep you safe, so you agree.

"Got it. Be careful down there guys." You give Leo's hand a quick squeeze. He returns it before signaling his brothers forward.

You crouch on the ledge and observe as the four ninja turtles silently take out the guards and make their way through the shadows. It never fails to impress you seeing them in action.

Things seem to be going smoothly until you notice another black van pull up and even more Foot ninjas spill out. "Guys, heads up! Reinforcements incoming!" you say into your T-phone.

On the ground, you see Raph groan. "Aw shell, not again."

The new wave of Foot rush to aid their comrades, turning the battle into an all out brawl. You wince as you watch the turtles begin to get overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies surrounding them.

Suddenly, you notice Leo get knocked back by a powerful punch from a hulking Foot ninja. The brute raises his sword to deliver a finishing blow while Leo is dazed...

Without thinking, you leap off the ledge and land shell-first on the Foot soldier, knocking him to the ground. You roll to your feet in front of Leo protectively. "Stay away from him!"

The Foot ninja rises and growls at you, but you stand your ground. As he lunges, you sidestep and use your lowered center of gravity to grab his arm and flip him over your shoulder, slamming him hard into the concrete.

Leo stares at you in awe. "Y/N! That was amazing!" He seems to notice your fierce protectiveness of him and smiles softly.

You help him to his feet, blushing. "I couldn't let him hurt you. Now let's finish this!"

Side by side, you and Leo rejoin the fight. It feels so natural, moving in sync with him as you take down Foot ninja after Foot ninja. Your curves make you surprisingly agile and powerful.

With your added help, the turtles manage to beat back the Purple Dragons and Foot clan, sending them retreating into the night. You all cheer and high five in victory.

"That was so cool how you just jumped in like that, Y/N!" Mikey says excitedly. "You were all fierce and BOOYAKASHA!"

"Our girl's got some moves!" Raph agrees, giving you a fist bump. Donnie pats your back proudly.

You smile shyly at the praise. Your eyes find Leo's and he is gazing at you with open admiration. "Y/N, you were incredible. Thank you for having my back. You're a true part of this team."

Your heart soars at his words. "I'll always have your back, Leo," you say sincerely.

On the way back to the lair, Leo insists on carrying you again, even though you aren't tired. Not that you're complaining. Being held in his strong arms is something you could get very used to.

When he sets you down in the lair, he keeps his hands resting on your waist. "What you did tonight... it showed me a side of you I've never seen before. Your strength, your bravery, how you didn't hesitate to protect me."

He looks deep into your eyes. "Y/N, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now. The reason I get so protective of you is because...I care about you. As more than a friend. I have feelings for you. Strong feelings."

You stop breathing. Is this really happening? "You do? But why? I mean, look at me..." You gesture helplessly at your curvy figure.

Leo cups your face tenderly. "I am looking at you. And I see a beautiful, courageous, amazing woman. Your body is perfect the way it is. Soft and strong. I love your curves." His thumbs stroke your full cheeks. "I love every inch of you, inside and out. And if you'll have me, I promise to show you just how much every single day."

Tears fill your eyes at his heartfelt declaration. "Oh Leo... I feel the same way! I've always loved you!"

Beaming, Leo pulls you flush against him, your soft chest cushioning his hard plastron. "Yeah?"

You nod shyly and he grins. "Then allow me to make up for lost time..."

He leans in and captures your mouth in a passionate, loving kiss. You melt into his embrace, finally feeling fully accepted and cherished exactly as you are.

In Leo's arms, with him kissing you like you're his whole world, all your insecurities fade away. He loves you, curves and all.

[makethiscanon]

Forgotten WIP - 'Dead Lake'

To finish off Ojiro Day 2024, I thought I'd post another long forgotten WIP of mine. A much loved Mermaid AU. It is indeed a reader-insert, although the reader doesn't show up until much later.

Word Count: 1900

Rating: G

Characters: Tokoyami, Shoji, Ojiro, Mineta

Tags: Story Extract, Friendship, Adventure, Slice of Life, Humour, Mystery.

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“We’re lost, aren’t we?”

Tokoyami’s monotone voice came from the back of Shoji’s car as it trundled and spluttered through the great Japanese wilderness. Tokoyami's leg was hooked lazily across his knee as he watched the endless expanse of trees passing by beyond the window.

“We’re not.” Said Shoji matter-of-factly, his multiple arms holding the steering wheel at ten-and-two, nine-and-three, and eight-and-four. Despite the assurance in his voice, when Tokoyami failed to add more to the conversation, Shoji passed his passenger-seat navigator a sideways glance, just to be absolutely certain. “Right?”

“Hard to tell,” said Ojiro, blocking his own view of the road with an oversized map, his brows tenting as he tried and failed to pinpoint their location. “GPS cut out about four miles off the freeway. If we hit a fishing outpost in the next fifteen, maybe twenty minutes, then we’re headed the right way. If not, it’s anyone’s guess where we are.”

Mineta’s hand landed on Ojiro’s shoulder with a sarcastic pat, but he laughed all the same.

“A wonderfully reassuring speech from our navigator. Thank you, Ojiro.”

It was a glorious summer in Japan -- the best anyone had seen in years. It was the perfect time for four friends to catch up and reminisce about a time before life pulled them down different paths. The days of U.A. High were long gone, but their bonds of friendship were as strong as ever.

Tokoyami said, breaking his gaze away from the passing scenery to look pointedly at Ojiro,

“If you admit we’re lost, I promise not to eat you first when we inevitably resort to cannibalism from being trapped in the wilderness together.”

A shiver ran up Shoji and Ojiro’s spines, as neither could truly decide whether he was joking.

Mineta cackled, like he was determined to tempt fate. “Have a little faith. We’re only in trouble if the car breaks down.”

Shoji shook his head, patting the steering wheel affectionately.

“She’s managed 300 miles. The last thirty won’t kill her.”

Shoji’s worn-down 1998 Lexus LS was his pride and joy, and the unfortunate vessel in which they had decided to travel. It spluttered and popped, and the suspension was shot, but Shoji was adamant it could manage the 600-mile round trip. His friends had their reservations, but as Shoji was the only licenced driver of the group, there was very little other choice.

Some fifteen minutes down the road from where Ojiro had told them to watch for an outpost, the small hut finally came into view, much to everyone’s relief. It was their first and only indication that they were headed the right way.

“Right. Quick in and out. Shoji and me will buy the essentials.” Ojiro said, doing his best to fold the map back into a neat square as Shoji slowed down to pull into the layby. Mineta chuckled, playfully shoving Tokoyami’s shoulder.

“I can’t believe you’ve never been fishing.”

“And yet, I haven’t,” Tokoyami said, amused that anyone could doubt his lack of experience. It was difficult for him to imagine himself in fishing slacks, almost as much as imagining himself in a rainbow-coloured clown suit. Fishing certainly wasn’t his first choice of hobby, but for the sake of spending time with his friends he was willing to take up a lure and rod, and see what monstrosities he could unearth from the deep.

Once they were parked, the four boys stumbled from the car then took a moment to stretch out their bodies, as none had noticed until now how stiff they had gotten.

“Get a new car. Get a new car.” Mineta begged, rubbing his spine. Shoji tutted good-naturedly, stretching his arms high above his head. He splayed them out until the sunlight filtered through the wing-like membrane holding them together.

“Don’t fix something that isn’t broken.”

“My man, I doubt even a junkyard would want it for spare parts.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her.”

“My back disagrees.”

As Mineta and Shoji continued their debate on the state of Shoji’s car, the four boys headed inside.

The hut, although an outpost, was reasonably sized with two aisles of shelves, stocked with hiking and fishing equipment, and other camping essentials. While the others began to browse, Tokoyami went straight to the back wall, which was adorned with rows of fishing rods.

He looked at them for some time.

Eventually, he came to conclusion that if there was any significant difference between them, he could not see it. His choice was based purely from aesthetics, and that’s why he chose a rod that was black in colour with purple trim – a fishing rod fit for a prince of darkness, if ever there was one.

In the same amount of time, Ojiro and Mineta gathered bait, lures, hooks and spare fishing lines, then set them all on the counter to pay.

The old man behind the desk rang up their order, chuckling as he surveyed their supplies.

“You boys be aiming for this year’s Big Whopper prize, I take it?”

“Big Whopper prize?” Mineta asked, his eyes lighting up as he pulled out his wallet to pay. “What’s that?”

The man laughed louder, gathering the bits together to put them in a bag.

“Blimey. All this equipment and y’ner doin’ the Whopper.” He turned and tapped a faded poster on the wall behind him. “Biggest catch of the season gets a cash prize.”

Mineta’s eyes lit up even more.

“You’re kidding?” He turned to the others. “We’re in, right?”

Tokoyami observed his brand-new fishing rod as it went through the register, then Mineta’s eager expression.

“Perhaps I’ll leave that to you. Beginner’s luck does not often favour me.”

Mineta shrugged then turned to Ojiro and Shoji.

“How about you guys?”

Though Shoji nodded, Ojiro asked,

“Sounds fun, but doesn’t that mean we’d have to camp around the busy lakes where they have the biggest fish?”

He didn’t sound best pleased at the thought of spending their camping trip in a noisy, crowded area. Shoji asked the hut-owner,

“Can you recommend any spots that aren’t too busy?”

The hut-owner tapped his finger to his chin thoughtfully, then reached under the counter for a map of the National Park.

“Aren’t many spots quiet this time of year, especially if you’re after the prize. Stay away from here,” he said, pointing to the second largest body of water on the map. “It’ll be swarming with fish but swarming with people too. Best fishing spot on the map. If you don’t mind a smaller catch, you could try here or here,” he said, tapping on two smaller, secluded lakes. Shoji leaned over the counter, curiously drifting his gaze across the map as the man continued to recommend places. The hut-owner tapped a large pond in a definitive way.

“This here’s your best bet. Great for catching supper, and it’s been known to host some big game since it’s forgotten about most a’ the year. Might only find a handful of other people there.”

“Sounds perfect.” Mineta and Ojiro agreed, but Shoji looked closer at the map. He pointed to the pond, then to the body of water next to it – the largest lake on the map.

“Won’t a lot of noise drift over from the main lake?”

The man chuckled, slapping his palm on the counter enough to make everyone jump.

“You must be joking? No one goes to that lake. It’s called the Dead Lake for a reason. If you want to catch any fish at all, stay away from there.”

That seemed unusually ominous. Tokoyami perked up.

“Oh? Why do you say that?”

“No one’s caught a note-worthy fish from that lake in over fifteen years. Many have tried. None succeeded.” He tapped the map again. “Though I suppose if you fellas are looking for a quiet place to camp, the Dead Lake might be the ideal spot. Set up along this side here, and it’s only a ten minute walk to the fishing pond. You’ll get the quiet beauty of the undisturbed Dead Lake, and enough fish for supper from the pond. A win-win.”

A win-win indeed. The boys paid for their equipment, thanked the hut-owner for his advice then decided to follow his suggestion. They loaded everything into Shoji’s rickety old car then set off through the National Park towards Dead Lake.

Sometime later, the road ended in a small carpark almost full to bursting with vehicles, so they loaded themselves up with all they could carry, Shoji carrying the lion’s share in his numerous arms, then walked the rest of the way to Dead Lake.

With Tokoyami navigating through map and compass, and the boys chattering about plans for the evening, it didn’t feel nearly as long as it was to reach the edge of the Dead Lake.

“Whoa,” Mineta commented breathlessly as they breached the edge of the trees, coming face-to-face with a scene straight from a postcard. An endless expanse of clear, green-blue waters lay before them, surrounded on all sides by evergreens and grass-covered bankings. Sunlight filtered down from above, creeping between the peaks of the park’s mountain-range, basking the whole lake in warmth.

Collectively, the four boys sighed at once, letting go of their equipment so they could reach out their arms to enjoy such a welcoming, peaceful atmosphere. A gentle breeze tickled their skin, bringing nothing but a refreshing taste of their long weekend to come. If the lakes around the rest of the park were busy with people, the noise did not reach here. It was a haven of birdsong and the tranquil rustling of leaves.

“I shall certainly get used to this,” Tokoyami mused as the feathers over his face ruffled approvingly from the warmth.

“What a find.”

Ojiro could hardly believe it. As far as his eyes could see, there wasn’t a single soul around the edge of the lake but them. Perhaps it wouldn’t last, but for now this peaceful haven was theirs alone. It was the perfect place for them to reconnect after months of living busy, separate lives.

While the sun was still high, the four made quick work of setting up camp, two pitching the tents as the others gathered dry wood for a fire. For the duration of the stay, Shoji would be designated camp chef. He enjoyed the chance to cook for his friends after so long, and as soon as the sun began to set, he lit the fire then prepared the meals they had brought for the first night – though Tokoyami held some of his back, doubting he would catch anything to eat tomorrow when he had absolutely no fishing experience.

“You'll be fine,” Shoji said, stirring a pot of curry as the others sat around him on logs, looking up at a sunset unmarred by light pollution. “I'm sure between four of us, we'll catch enough tomorrow to keep us fed.”

“Not if what that gentleman said about the lake is true.” Tokoyami muttered, taking his gaze from the sky to look along the expanse of the Dead Lake. “Perhaps we'll all starve.”

“Don’t you fret, my fine feathered friend,” Mineta declared, mimicking the action of casting his fishing rod. “I’ll go to the pond to catch us enough to eat.”

“And we’ll stay here. Me and Shoji can teach you the basics.” Ojiro added helpfully, smiling when Tokoyami's beak clattered to show his approval.

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[WRITING MASTERLIST]

[shady-scripter]

Bloodied Halls

Bonds of a Lineage pt.2

Wild swung the bright blue blade with a new fury. The red of their bodysuits were starting to match the red of their blood. Their sickles littered the floor, wielded only by corpses now.

Wild tried not to think of the hardcore washing his tunic would need. Not to mention the Old Man’s white tunic, already stained with the dirt and grime of the prison-fortress that Cia had them stuck in.

He chopped another head off, dodged another sickle, and blocked another arrow. He found himself pushed against the Old Man’s back again, his grunt the only indication that it was him. He didn’t have time to put on his armor before the onslaught happened. He was as bare as he could be now. That armor was his shield. With a claymore like the biggoron sword, there is no way to have both a shield and the sword out.

“You still doing alright over there?” Wild yelled over the chaos.

“What, you still think I’m too old for this?” Wild could hear the grin in his voice.

“No! It must feel weird fighting without your armor!” Wild sliced another Yiga’s chest open, their intestines peaked through the cut.

“I actually feel a lot lighter without it.” Time sliced a Yiga clean in half, their torso disconnected from their lower half. “Duck.” Wild obeyed without question, squatting to the ground. Time threw himself into a spin attack, chopping down everything and everyone in a five foot radius.

Wild sprung back up and used his blade to deflect an arrow ready to embed itself into Time’s back. Wild let out a battle cry as he skewered a Yiga. His blade burst into blinding blue shards.

Wild cursed and bashed an oncoming Yiga with his shield. The next one got an elbow to their kidney, they fell to their knees and another stomped on their head. Wild let a brief laugh escape him as he watched the fate of his enemy.

In his periphery, Wild saw a Yiga disappear and was quick to jump to the side. The Yiga reappeared above him, but descended slowly. Wild felt a grin pull at his face.

He took out his slate and swiped until he reached his weapon tab. A knight’s claymore, a soldier’s halbert, a guardian axe, a royal claymore, and a royal broadsword. He tapped on his royal broadsword and got to cutting.

Time soon continued regularly. More slashing and more blood. Time’s grunts became louder and the Yiga kept coming. As easy as these pests were easy to cut down, they were still getting tired. Their limbs were working against them and straining against the hilt of their blades.

“Old Man!” Wild felt the panic begin to set in. There was no end in sight. How long had he been hacking recklessly? How long did he have left? Had the adrenaline worn off?

“I know!” Time’s voice came out as a sort of growl, his teeth definitely bared.

The tip of a sickle had just barely caught Wild’s side, but the gash was far worse than it needed to be. Wild grit his teeth together and chopped the Yiga down.

“Shit!” Wild dropped his shield and used his hand to try and put pressure on his wound. He felt tears prickle in his eyes. He didn’t know if it was because of the pain or because he knew how this fight would inevitably end.

It would end in two bodies wasted on some unknown ground in some unknown place. His brothers would never know what happened to him, he’d never see Zelda or Sidon or Purah or Robbie or Teba or Riju or Yunobo or Tulin or Hudson or-

“You are all useless! What the heck guys!” Wild knew that voice. “I have others to deal with and Lord Ghirahim just wanted this one thing from us! I just-”

“That is enough, you waste of space!” He didn’t know that voice though. The Yiga stepped back and Wild was actually able to see the carnage the two had created. Bodies laid upon bodies upon bodies, the blood running like rivers down a mountain. He couldn’t help but try to step away. He had bumped against Time once more.

“Get them out! I’ll just do it myself.” Just like that, the Yiga disappeared. Not even Kohga stayed behind.

Time shoved Wild back and Wild fell on his butt. Time stood in front of Wild with his claymore pointed out. Wild could hear the other man’s breathing. It was just as rapid as his own. Wild fought his body to stand up once more but was met with resistance. When he finally stood, their new opponent spawned a sword out of nowhere.

“Truely, how am I to be whimsical when working with someone as incompetent as he?” The gray man shook his head and flipped his hair. Wild knew his hair was far more majestic than this want-to-be’s.

“What was it again? Gary or something?” Wild saw Gary’s eye twitch at Time’s words. “You were in the War of Eras, right?”

“Fuck kinda villain name is Gary?” Wild tried to hold in his laugh. Time chuckled, his eyes never left their new opponent.

Gary groaned in frustration. “My name is not Gary, you absolute imbecile!” Gary spawned what looked to be knives. “My name is Ghirahim, and you’d think you’d be kinder to me considering you’re at my mercy!” Ghirahim lunged forward and Time blocked it swiftly.

“Champion, offense!” Time blocked another assault. Wild quickly tapped at his slate. His royal bow materialized into his hand and his arrows filled his quiver.

Time grunted as he swung his blade down. Ghirahim jumped back to dodge the blow. He pointed to Time and his small daggers raced at the man.

Wild backflipped and drew his bow. Time slowed once more and Wild shot all twelve of the daggers. Wild’s feet touched the ground and Time charged forward, Ghirahim met him half way. Wild’s bow stayed drawn, waiting for a time to release the bow’s tension.

Ghirahim spawned more daggers. One by one, they flew at Time. Time met each dagger with his blade in a spin attack. At the end, Wild could see the fatigue in Time’s eyes. Ghirahim must’ve seen it too. The demon dashed forward, a tight grin on his face.

Time fell to one knee, the biggoron sword keeping him from laying himself out.

Wild let his arrows fly as he moved to Time. Ghirahim knocked his arrows away like it was nothing. He would get to Time first.

The Rancher’s gonna want his rascal back, the words echoed in his mind even as an explosion blasted him backwards. Wild felt fire lick at his body when he landed. Wild coughed and patted out any flames that still tried to destroy his already torn clothes. He made the mistake of patting his side. Wild let out a strangled yelp, the gash making itself known once more.

“Old Man?” Wild felt his tears finally fall. “Link!”

“I’m here!” Wild jerked his hand away before Time even emerged from the smoke. “It’s just me. We’ll be ok.”

“What…” Wild looked over to the burning bodies of Yiga soldiers.

“It’s called Din’s Fire, I can explain it later! I still have a little magic left, we need to go now!” Time pulled Wild to his feet. Wild leaned against Time. Time brought his hand closer to his face. “You’re…damn it all!”

Time’s hand began to glow green.

“No you don’t!” Ghirahim broke from the smoke, daggers shooting through behind him. Wild heard Time gasp. Just as quickly as the explosion happened, Time’s hand turned blue and a sapphire crystal surrounded the two as Time held Wild close. “You coward!” The tings of Ghirahim’s blades hitting the crystal grew frantic.

“Champion?” Time’s voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.” He combed his fingers through Wild’s hair. “My magic is depleting quickly. I’ll hold it for as long as I can but I’ll likely pass out in the end.”

The Champion embraced Time tightly, feeling his own eyes start to close. Wild nodded against Time’s chest and let his eyes close.

“I love you, Link.”

The assault on the crystal had stopped long before the two passed out.

[leaderpinhead]

Jade - J For Jade

Jade grinned down at the prefect. She squinted up at him, her tiny nose wrinkled. A corner of her mouth slightly twitched upwards in a snarl. “What are you doing?” 

“What’s the matter, Shrimpy?” Jade carefully slurred his words in the right places. He pitched his voice higher too while leaning over the little freshman. The wrinkles on her nose deepened. “Ya gonna square up with me? I’d like to see you try~.” 

Yuu’s expression immediately flattened. She shifted her stance, blocking him from the section of the alchemy workshop he so desperately needed to enter. “Seriously? Are you that desperate?” 

Jade cocked his head and widened his eyes. It was easy for him to mimic the predatory gaze Floyd so frequently gave those he disliked. “You really tryin’ to start somethin’ with me, Shrimpy?” 

“Cut it out already,” Yuu snapped. She rubbed the tops of her arms. “You trying to act like Floyd is creepier than your usual self.” 

Jade could have kept up the act a little longer. It was a bit amusing to watch the prefect shuffle around like an agitated shrimp. Alas, he clearly wasn’t getting anywhere, so why prolong the inevitable? “I see now why Azul recruited you for such a daring position. You are a most formidable foe indeed.” 

The blank stare she gave him was absolutely delightful. “Are you talking about Azul trying to blackmail me to keep you away from the radioactive mushrooms you’ve been hiding in here?” 

Jade’s grin widened. “They’re not radioactive. They actually—.” 

“I really don’t care, Jade.” 

“But it’s quite fascinating—.” 

“You have a problem, Jade.” 

Jade hummed. His smile dropped a fraction, and he rubbed the bottom of his chin. “You truly can tell the difference between me and my brother? I’m curious. How were you able to tell? I even took extra care in styling my hair, so the darker highlight didn’t look like a J.” 

One eyebrow quirked above the other. “You think your hair is the only way anyone can tell you two apart?” 

“Even Azul has said on occasion he would have mistaken us had he not seen our hair.” 

Yuu snorted. “Your hair is the last thing I look at nowadays.” 

“Then how were you able to tell?” Jade heard the bit of agitation he inadvertently allowed to slip in his tone. “When we decide to impersonate each other, no one is ever able to tell the difference.” 

“That’s hard to believe.” Yuu absently waved at him. “You and Floyd are practically the complete opposite of each other. You’re always composed while he doesn’t care to let everyone know how he feels. It translates into how you two carry yourself. You looked stiff even when you were acting all relaxed like Floyd usually is.” 

Jade’s eyes widened. “Truly? I thought I did well conveying Floyd’s usual slouch and extended stride.” 

Yuu shrugged. “To be honest, it kinda looked like you were about to fall over.” 

“Fascinating,” Jade hummed. He slowly inched himself around Yuu. “It would appear I need to practice my performance. I suppose I have become laxer since we enrolled in Night Raven College. I will make sure to—.” 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yuu asked. She took a pointed step to the side, effectively blocking him. “You’re not allowed to touch those mushrooms.” 

“But I merely need to—.” 

“Azul said you can’t play with them again until you purge the ones you’re hiding in the dorm.” Yuu thumped herself in the chest with her palm. “He threatened to burn down my dorm when he realized you were growing a whole colony in my basement!” 

“A mere oversight on my part.” 

“Go clean up your obsessive hobby, Jade.” 

“I’m feeling quite attacked now. Perhaps I should report my mental and physical wellbeing to a staff member.” 

“Professor Crewel only offers counseling sessions for new students on Tuesdays.” Yuu pointed to the door. “At least go act like you’re purging your mushrooms so Azul will get off my back.” 

With a long sigh, Jade turned on his heel. He thought to pretend he was leaving before backtracking, but a quick glance behind him told Yuu wouldn’t budge from the alchemy workshop until she was completely reassured by his absence. With another long sigh, he slipped out the door. 

“By the way, the next time you want to pretend to be your twin, at least ask him where he is. Floyd literally ran past here five minutes ago chasing Ace for something he did in Basketball Club today. I’m still getting messages begging me to come distract Floyd.” 

Jade lightly chuckled behind the tips of his fingers, deciding he would give Yuu five minutes before trying the workshop again through one of the back windows. 

[constantcrisis19]

Hell Is Empty - Part 1

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

AN: I wanna start off by saying that this is going to be an AU. Also wanna warn people that this is gonna be a pretty dark series, the story takes place in modern day with Billy already dead, having died at 17 in 1984. So if the premise interests you, I encourage you to check it out. More in depth warnings below.

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: Major character death, child abuse, murder, graphic depictions of violence, alcoholism, bittersweet ending.

You reluctantly switched your foot to the brake pedal to slow the car as you cruised by the old, fenced in property, nervously eyeing the silhouette of the building against the indigo sky, grimacing at the ominous sight. 

You had somehow been coerced into visiting the rotting house on Cherry Lane during a party that Tara had thrown at her place, the deafening chants of encouragement and copious amounts of alcohol making you fold like a paper man.

You figured that you and the brave volunteers that offered to accompany you would check out the house and maybe poke around a little until everyone inevitably got bored when they realized that all the rumors about the house were just ghost stories and superstition, but now that you were here, you were starting to regret ever bending to peer pressure and saying yes.

Even Tara’s earlier assurance that she’d already been there once before without incident was beginning to feel less comforting, the entire property looked like a case of tetanus waiting to happen. 

Thankfully, because it had been getting late, you had the frame of mind to take yourself and the four other teens who had decided to accept the dare make a quick pit stop at the hardware store in order to buy some cheap plastic flashlights.

You made sure to park a couple of blocks down so that the car wouldn’t be found by any police that might patrol the area because of the stories that circulated around town. It was no secret that the house was a kind of hotspot for thrill seekers and trespassing delinquents alike and not even the amount of people who went missing upon entering the property seemed to be a deterrent. 

You carefully made your way up to the fence that surrounded the property, making sure to keep an eye out for approaching headlights as you scaled the chain link and dropping down onto the tall, unkempt grass, brushing your hands off on your jeans before directing the beam of your flashlight toward the house while you waited for the others to join you. 

Though, even with his flashlight, you couldn't see a whole lot of detail, but as you moved closer, you noted that the place was just as people had described. A two story house with dusty windows and peeling white paint on the dirty, time-worn walls. 

It had clearly been abandoned decades ago, the building left to rot away. 

Once you were all through, Mason boldly took the lead, passing you in order to approach the front of the house. Your stomach dropped to your feet as you tracked his progress, the hair on the base of your neck rising as you suddenly became aware of the distinct feeling of being watched. 

You glanced around, hoping to find the culprit among your small group, but was uneasy once seeing all of them bickering by the front door and facing away from you. You turned your attention to the opaque windows, doing a double take when you thought that you saw a silhouette standing there.

You were startled by a loud crack, whipping around to look for the source of the sound only to sigh a breath of relief when you realized that it was just one of your idiot friends noisily breaking the rusted padlock that was meant to keep people out of the house. 

You looked back up at the same window, your brows furrowing in equal parts confusion and worry when the humanoid shadow you saw was nowhere to be seen, and you wrote the entire thing off as a result of the creepy atmosphere making you paranoid.

You stood in front of the looming building, your feet feeling like they were weighed down by lead as you stared at the house, hesitant to enter.  You startled when Mason abruptly whistled to get your attention, waiting until you were looking at him before beckoning you to follow the rest of them inside.

Your throat clicked when you swallowed, trying to shake off the feeling of dread, and marched through the doorway of the ramshackle house with a confidence that you certainly didn’t feel.

The first thing you noticed upon stepping inside was how cold the interior of the house was compared to the humid air outside. It was currently mid July, so despite how late it was, it still felt pretty warm. And yet, despite what logic would dictate, the house felt like someone had left the air conditioning on all day, which should’ve been impossible.

“Hey, isn’t it cold in here?” You pointed out nervously, trying to share your concerns with the others as you crept further into the dilapidated house, but either no one else noticed or no one cared because Tara rolled her eyes while Mason made a dismissive noise.

“Quit reading too much into it. The house is old and drafty.” Was Mason’s flippant response before the subject was promptly dropped. Though, regardless of the fact that the others had brushed off the unnatural chill, you stayed apprehensive about the whole thing. 

The five of you came to a stop only a few yards from the front door -which you had deliberately left wide open- which was kinda at a crossroads, right in the center of the entrances to the living room, second floor and basement.

You took in your surroundings, panning your flashlight across the room and taking special note of the cracked door to your left, the space beyond dropping into a black abyss that your flashlight couldn’t seem to penetrate.

The room gave you a bad feeling that you couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard you tried.

“Everyone but Y/n, turn off your lights.” Tara commanded and there was a moment of hesitation among the group before Mason sighed and flicked his source of light off, the rest following his example until only yours was left, the soft glow helping to create an eerie atmosphere. 

Tara motioned for you to aim the beam at her and you complied, the shadows cast across her face making her look incredibly sinister. 

“Believe it or not, this house actually used to be occupied just a little over thirty-five years ago.” Tara began, drawing the attention of everyone in the room with her statement. “This dump looks much older than that though, doesn't it? It’s because of what happened here that the older folks refuse to go near here.” 

You felt a bolt of ice crawl down your spine, and somehow you knew that this wasn’t just some campfire ghost story, she was telling the truth. There was just something inherently off about this place, causing you to once again question what the hell you were doing there. 

Inebriated or not, you still had a sense of self-preservation.

“There was a teenage boy -not much older than us- who used to live here with his drunken father. He had a reputation for being a violent delinquent and was kind of a loner at school because of it.” She began, seeming to take pleasure in the group’s growing disquiet. “He would always show up with bruises and broken bones, but he brushed off any questions with stories of getting into fights or being clumsy on the rare occasion that an adult asked about them.”

“Of course, all of them knew that he was lying through his teeth, but they just didn’t care enough to do anything about it. He was already disliked among most of the school, so his situation was just ignored by the community.” She shrugged and her words struck a chord with you. You knew a little something about fading into the background. 

You flinched when you heard a loud creak that originated from deep within the house, the sound catching you all off-guard. You all collectively startled at the noise, heads whipping around to try and identify the source as Tara gave a nervous laugh, stuttering through her next sentence. 

“One day he just...didn't come to school and over a week passed before anyone bothered to look into his disappearance. When the police finally stopped by his house, what they discovered was the most horrifying thing they'd ever seen.”

You heard Nicole -who was standing next to you- audibly swallow, Jade shuffling closer to her boyfriend Mason, the oppressive tension winding tighter and tighter until it felt like a noose around your throat, constricting your airway.

“You see, the father owned a wood chipper that he would rent out. When it wasn’t in use he kept it stored away in the basement since there was a garage door there that made it easy for him to take it out when he needed it.” Tara continued as her gaze anxiously flicked over to the room on her left, and you felt your stomach churn, the acidic burn of bile rising to the back of your throat. 

You had the feeling that you knew where the story was going and it was nowhere good.

“The teen’s dad had gone too far one day, beating the teen to death before disposing of the body in the wood chipper out back.” Tara’s smile was bitter-sweet at the various horrified reactions you all gave her before letting the other shoe drop. “At least, the father believed that he'd beaten the boy to death. In his drunken haze the man didn't realize -or just didn't care- that his son was actually still breathing. Poor kid was just unconscious.”

Your eyes widened, your breaths coming faster as your hands began to shake, making the beam of your flashlight subtly wobble. Your vision blurred with the threat of tears and you lifted a hand in order to rub at your face, hoping to clear your vision and giving you a moment to collect yourself.

You could only hope that the teen had stayed knocked out throughout the whole process, though that horrible little voice in the back of your head argued that -if his father had been half as sadistic as Tina’s story implied- then the man more than likely put the teen in feet-first and no one would be able to remain unconscious through the utter agony of being torn to shreds.

A distant bang startled the group, your head whipping around to look at the cracked door fast enough to leave you dizzy, simultaneously turning your meager beam of light to the basement door. You stubbornly kept your eyes locked onto the door even as Tara kept talking.

“With no evidence of any wrongdoing -and a lot of rumored hush money- the father got away with murder and the wood chipper was left to rust, never to be used again. And that's where it is. Just beyond that door are the steps leading into the basement where the murder weapon is.” Her voice was low and chilling, nearly a whisper as she directed a perfectly manicured finger at the door that you were currently staring at.

“But the legend doesn't end there. It’s said that the father went mad. Whether the insanity stemmed from grief or guilt or something else entirely, no one knew but it’s said that he would rant and rave to anyone who would listen about hearing footsteps every night, the voice of his son whispering to him and trying to lure him down into the basement.”

Your free hand darted up to rub at the back of your neck in an attempt to ease the way that the sensitive skin there prickled when Tara paused for maximum dramatic effect, the other girl taking a deep breath -as if she were bracing herself- before speaking again. 

“And that’s where the father was discovered. Well...what was left of him.” 

You could tell that the others were getting as nervous and paranoid as you the longer that you all stayed in the house and listened to Tara’s appalling story. Which, by itself, would’ve been more than enough to put everyone on edge, so the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded you was decidedly not helping.

It felt dark, angry and cold, almost as if the house itself were alive and furious on the dead teen’s behalf. 

Seemingly oblivious to the threatening aura around them, Tara valiantly soldiered on through the rest of the tale. “Then one night, the father -worn down from his son’s endless torment- finally caved and joined his son in the basement, where he was then forced to go through the same thing that had been done to the teen, only the vengeful spirit made sure that drunk bastard stayed awake.” 

“And all that was left of the man when the police finally went to investigate his sudden disappearance, was the gore-splattered wall of the basement. Though the town kept it quiet, turning the entire thing into a scary story people tell their children when they’re misbehaving.” She said, her voice soft and careful as if she were worried about someone listening in.

You opened your mouth to suggest cutting this little meeting short in order to leave when you noticed movement in the beam of his flashlight, your jaw snapping shut with an audible click. And, to everyone’s utter horror, the door to the fucking basement began to slowly creak open. 

All of you froze like a deer in headlights, the room’s temperature dropping to arctic levels when a tan hand wrapped around the edge of the frame, wild blond curls coming into view as the figure began to lean out of the doorway.

Tara’s face blanched of color, eyes widening as she recognized who or what was standing in the door frame. The teen had a curly blond mullet and piercing blue eyes that seemed to glow unnaturally in the shadows as his gaze raked over each of you, sizing you up. 

Or memorizing your faces. A voice in the back of your head unhelpfully whispered. 

You could feel your hands begin to tremble and you curled your free one into a fist as the other one clutched the flashlight like a lifeline. Using your desperate grip to ground you against the odd aura he exuded, you felt like you were drowning under the disorienting mix of instincts simultaneously telling you to run away and move closer.

And despite the fact that you were the closest to the basement entrance, the blond’s didn't even acknowledge your existence, instead his sole focus was on Tara. A wide grin stretched across his face, twisting his handsome features into something nightmarish as he practically preened under everyone’s blatant fear of him. 

The teen never once spoke, just silently lifted a hand to crook a finger at Tara, beckoning her to follow him and -to your utter shock- she did. Seemingly satisfied, the blond disappeared back into the darkness, leaving Tara to follow after him. 

Her movements were jerky and awkward, as if she were a marionette being controlled by invisible strings, her eyes panicked as she moved toward the basement door. 

You didn’t move to help because you simply couldn’t. It was as if your feet had grown roots, tethering you to the floor so you could do nothing but watch as Tara voluntarily walked to her death. 

The girl sobbed as she passed through the open doorway and out of view, forcing you to rely on your hearing to track her footsteps as he descended the stairs. A few short seconds -that felt like an eternity- Tara let loose a blood-curdling scream, followed swiftly by the sound of blows landing and slurs being yelled out over her agonized cries. 

Yet...no one moved.

It wasn’t until the wood chipper roared to life that you were suddenly free from whatever had held you in place, the four of you that could get away sprinting out of the house in a panic. 

Though, because you were the furthest away from the exit, you couldn’t leave fast enough to be spared the worst of it. The screams of your friend rang out above the deafening rumble of the machine -shrill and terrified- before abruptly cutting off, ugly wet sounds taking its place. 

You burst out the front door just in time to see Mason help Jade over the fencing, the former reaching the top of the chain link barrier as you hit the fence, causing the metal to rattle, before you begin to climb. 

You dropped down to the other side and hit the ground running, following the retreating backs of the others as you made the long sprint several blocks back to the car, your shaking hands fumbling to get the keys out and unlock the doors to let everyone to themselves in before hitting the gas and putting the old house on Cherry Lane in your rear view mirror.

[uwu-bxtch]

An Incident at the Grand Nexus Hotel - M.H.

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content: violence, swearing, mention of death, blood, underaged drinking

pairing(s): none

summary: An idiot decides to test his luck with Mikey…big mistake

note: this is the first thing i’ve written in a while bc of writer’s block, but i hope i did good! this work is inspired by @lackablazeical ‘s addams family au! pls give him all the love!

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Michelangelo, Big Mama’s youngest son and undefeated champion. The teenager is quick to anger and loves to cause trouble whenever and wherever he can just because he can. He’s at the top of the food chain and everyone knows it. If someone didn’t know, they probably live under a rock or are extremely stupid.

It was one of those nights Mikey decided to hang around the Grand Nexus Hotel. He sat at the bar in the sporting lounge, bottle of vodka in hand as he kept to himself in the bustling area. Entering the lounge was a group of yokai, a bull and two lizards. They obviously wanted to make their presence known, arrogance dripping from their auras. The bull yokai, the biggest and assumed leader of the group, scanned the lounge. A haughty scoff left his mouth once his eyes landed on the orange-clad turtle.

It was one of those nights Mikey decided to hang around the Grand Nexus Hotel. He sat at the bar in the sporting lounge, bottle of vodka in hand as he kept to himself in the bustling area. Entering the lounge was a group of yokai, a bull and two lizards. They obviously wanted to make their presence known, arrogance dripping from their auras. The bull yokai, the biggest and assumed leader of the group, scanned the lounge. A haughty scoff left his mouth once his eyes landed on the orange-clad turtle.

The commotion of the lounge quieted down as the group of yokai walked toward the bar. All eyes were watching, everyone knowing all the possibilities if shit hits the fan. Sensing a presence behind him, Mikey smirked and turned to face the three.

“The fuck do you want?”

“So you’re the great champion everyone is soooo afraid of huh?” the bull yokai asked, looking Mikey up and down as the two lizards behind him snickered.

Hopping off the barstool, Mikey’s smile widened as he stepped closer to the bull. He may have been shorter, but it was obvious who was the biggest in the room.

“That’s exactly who I am. What are you? Some clown that wants an autograph or something?”

Ignoring the remark, the bull looked behind him at his two goons. “He doesn't seem like much, I bet I can crush him like a bug.” The reptiles nodded in agreement, stroking the leader’s ego.

At this point, a few more hotel employees entered the room to hopefully minimize the inevitable damage, this obviously isn't their first rodeo. A butterfly yokai in a bellhop uniform slowly approached the unraveling scene, clearing her throat to get the bull’s attention.

“Sir, if you don’t stop harassing this patron, I’m going to have to escort you out.”

Mikey held his hand up in the bellhop’s face, “Shut up, I wanna hear this waste of air’s last words before I kill its bitch ass.”

The bellhop just sighed and took a couple of steps back.

“You think you’re so tou-“

Before he could finish, Mikey pounced on him. Besides the bulls screams of pain and the sound of bones breaking, the lounge was silent. Everyone but the employees watched in horror as the small turtle absolutely mangled the bull with a smile on his face. The metallic smell of blood overpowered the smell of sweat and alcohol in the room.

Eventually the screams died down and the bull was unrecognizable. The two lizards ran away long ago while Mikey was distracted.

With a deep breath, Mikey stood up and wiped away some blood off his face. He looked around the lounge with a deranged mile.

“Who’s next?”

Everyone who watched the scene quickly busied themselves with something to avoid potentially provoking the turtle. Mikey rolled his eyes, quickly becoming bored.

“Everyone here is so boring, I’m going to my room. Adina, my bottle.”

The butterfly yokai quickly handed the unfinished bottle of vodka to Mikey, avoiding stepping in the blood. He snatched the bottle out of her hand and took a quick swig. Mikey gave one more hard kick at the unresponsive body and spit on it.

“The piece of shit got blood all over me,” he muttered before making his way to the exit of the sporting lounge.

~~~

[safethaw]

Clearing Icy Gutters With Calcium Chloride: Does It Work?

Ah, winter. For some, it’s snowball fights and hot cocoa by the fireplace. For me? It's staring at those icy gutters, worrying about impending doom. You’ve probably heard about the old trick of using calcium chloride for gutters. But does it really do the job, or is it just another old wives' tale? Grab a cuppa, and let’s dissect this icy dilemma. Frozen Gutters: More Than Just A Cold Problem Okay, let’s chat about why frozen gutters are such a pain. It's not just about the aesthetics of those glittering icicles. It's about the damage they can cause! We’re talking about potential roof troubles, pesky leaks, and even some serious structural issues. And the cherry on top? Those sharp icicles threatening to fall on your noggin or the unsuspecting postman. Yikes! Calcium Chloride: How To Melt Ice In Gutter? You know, in my circle of friends, whenever the topic of icy gutters comes up, someone inevitably mentions calcium chloride. It's like the neighborhood's open secret. It melts road ice, so why not the ice in gutters, right? - Quick Fix: Calcium chloride for gutters has its moments. Sprinkle it on ice, and it gets to work, pulling in moisture and generating heat. Before you know it, ice starts melting. It's like watching one of those satisfying time-lapse videos. - Easy to Get: Pop into your local store, and there it is, waiting for you in the home improvement aisle. But, And It's A Big But... Here comes the plot twist. While calcium chloride for gutters seems like a savior, it's got some baggage. - The Aging Effect: Do you know how some things can make you age faster? For gutters, it's calcium chloride. Over time, it can corrode them, making them look like they've been through a lot more winters than they actually have. - Mother Nature Isn’t a Fan: As much as calcium chloride for gutters can be a quick fix, it's not exactly eco-friendly. When it washes off, it can end up in water bodies, not making it the best roommate for our fishy friends. Enter The Game-Changer: Safe Thaw So, if not calcium chloride, then what? Enter Safe Thaw. It’s like that cool new kid on the block that everyone's curious about. - It’s Kind: No rust, no corrosion. Safe Thaw treats gutters like royalty. And for everything else around – your pathways, machinery, and even that fancy garden gnome – it’s all safe and sound. - Earth-Friendly: Safe Thaw is that friend who always carries a reusable water bottle and shops sustainably. It's chloride and toxin-free, giving a nod of approval from Mother Nature herself. - Goes the Extra Mile: This isn’t just about one winter. Safe Thaw’s got plans for the long haul. And with its sci-fi-worthy compound? Ice doesn't stand a chance. Wrapping It Up: Gutters & Chill So, here's the deal: winter doesn’t have to be all about the gutter drama. While calcium chloride might be a popular gossip, sometimes, it's the new solutions like Safe Thaw that steal the show. Next winter, while you're enjoying that hot cocoa, you can toast to clear, safe gutters. Cheers! Read the full article

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#5

Before people inevitably forget that this happened, I should point out that all four books of Infinity Train were billed as 'Top TV Shows' on the iTunes store the other day.

CaN't ImAgInE wHy 🙃

22 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

Oh man that dream sequence and the intensity of Chat Noir's pain upon realizing it was what they both wanted but it wasn't real...

😨😭

23 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

#3

You know what?

Hey New Tumblr Users TM

(and everyone else here btw)

Feel free to not reblog anything.

Heck you don't even have to like anything.

Lurk all you want. The worst someone can do is block you.

It's perfectly okay if your blog doesn't exist for the sole purpose of supporting each and every artist of every single post that appeals to you.

Your blog doesn't belong to them.

And I'm saying this as a blog that primarily actively reblogs art and only uses likes for organization.

People get so hung-up over reblogs being better than likes.

Like it's such a necessity for all the new users to "learn how tumblr works"...

Do they stop to consider that maybe someone just wants to exist on an anonymous public platform without a stranger on the internet telling them what to do?

If new users care about tumblr etiquette they can learn it easily enough without 'Well actually' posts talking down to them.

Y'all seem all too quick to blame the people who barely just got here for not supporting artists enough...

Just a suggestion,

but how about you blame platforms and their exploitative marketing and censorship practices for screwing over the content creators they depend on to keep their companies afloat,

rather than random individual users with new accounts who, contrary to popular opinion, still don't owe you a thing?

25 notes - Posted April 1, 2022

#2

After watching Risk/Strikeback for the who-knows-how-many-nth time, I just noticed something.

So Nino doesn't believe Adrien doesn't want to go because he figures his best friend would tell him, right?

Well that's good logic, except this is after Rocketear, where Adrien saw Nino react negatively to Cat Noir, the version of himself where he gets to actually express his feelings.

Even with the misunderstanding with him and Alya, it had to have hurt to see how Nino really felt, just like it was with Kagami.

So of course he doesn't tell Nino his true feelings. After what happened this season, he feels like he can't trust anyone (he even considers it a risk when he tells Marinette).

***

This makes it even worse that it becomes increasingly apparent to him that Ladybug doesn't trust him. Because she's the only one he feels like he can be himself around.

He's felt more alone than ever this season.

But then Ladybug has a full-on panic attack right in front of him, and because he's Adrien, he finally gets to see past the brave face she puts on, and her constant frustrations with Cat Noir, to the incredible pressure the girl he still loves is under.

He's never seen her fall apart like this. He immediately snaps into focus, talking her through it. And when she realizes she lost and collapses in despair, the look on his face when he decides to go in and comfort her says it all.

He was right to be upset at how she was treating him, and finally she acknowledges this, but he'd never abandon her. And now that it's just the two of them against the world all over again, his unwavering support and devotion is what finally gets through to her.

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It's only Teenage

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[madmegatax]

I couldn't really figure out how to make a lighthearted romance video for Promare so this is what I made instead. Guess which part I edited first. ;)

[talesofesther]

Learning with the fall

Max Mayfield x Reader

Summary: Max figures out her feelings.

A/N: A little idea that I had while writing these headcanons, and had to elaborate.

Masterlist

It was the end of August and the sun was setting, the skate park was partially crowded with kids and teens laughing and talking loudly. Deep green leaves swirled with the wind around the area, molding the place into one of a summer dream.

Max's red hair took on a golden shine, the sun kissed her freckles the same way you wished you could.

She walked beside you, skateboard held under her arm whilst you held onto the shoelaces of your rollerblades.

"Ugh, I hate it when there's this many people," Max complained, bright blue eyes scanning the cement slopes and watching a boy fall off his skate and into his butt. She scoffed, amateurs.

You sat down on the edge of one of the ramps, taking off your shoes to replace them with rollerblades. "Well, with a day like this, no wonder everyone's out."

The red-haired girl looked down at you, her lips pursed. The rips in your jeans revealed a healing wound, one you earned the first time you set foot on top of her skateboard.

The memory made Max's heart tingle. Your hands had been holding on to hers strongly, bodies almost touching before she inevitably let you go.

You only learn if you get it wrong first, if you get hurt first.

Max didn't enjoy the crimson red of the blood on your skin, her heart rate spiked when you collided with the ground. That kind of feeling for you was new, she hadn't given it much thought since then.

"Let's see if we can find a place." Max decided once you got up.

You did find a place, a secluded part of the park under a huge willow tree. The cement was covered in leaves and there were fewer ramps here, but also fewer people.

Max stepped up on her skateboard, getting over a small slope on the ground before settling her speed to match yours.

You stretched your arms, gazing down towards your feet with the ghost of a smile as you moved with the small wheels.

"When are you going to try again?" Max quirked an eyebrow, raising her arm beside you as well. The tip of her fingers brushed yours, goosebumps ran over her skin.

There was no movement from you to break the contact, your rollerblades moved in tandem with her skateboard. You turned your palm up, fingers curling around Max's. "Maybe when the repercussions of my last attempt are healed."

Max giggled, wind bringing strands of red hair over her eyes; the sun on her face making her squint. "You're such a wimp."

You theatrically raised a hand over your chest. "You wound me, Maxine."

As you moved, your head blocked the sun, highlighting your profile with a golden glow.

Max's smile faded slowly, her gaze never leaving you. She watched as a halo of beauty formed around you, capturing her heart with a strong grip. Max watched your eyes meet hers, a huge smile on your lips that brought sweat to her palms. She watched, as the fog lifted and her feelings came into focus.

The skateboard's wheel got caught up in a bigger leaf. It should be no big deal, but Max's mind was numb with the image of you under this new light.

She stumbled forward with force, certainly earning a bloody nose if it wasn't for your quick reflexes.

You were in front of her in a matter of seconds, both arms around her waist and saving her from the fall. One of them at least.

Max's chin rested against your shoulder as she caught her breath, both her hands squeezing your biceps. Your perfume invaded her senses and she became oh so aware of the way her body was glued to yours.

You pulled away to catch a glimpse of her eyes. You brought a hand up, pushing stray, messy hairs behind Max's ears. "Hey, you alright?"

Heat crawled up Max's cheeks, the brush of your fingers against her skin made a shiver run down her back. The air left her lungs when she raised her head and her nose almost brushed yours.

There was a moment of silence, a moment where your eyes locked with hers and Max heard her own heartbeat.

"Yeah, never better."

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[inmegsmind]

‘You are mine and I am yours.’

Young Sirius Black x Female Reader (SMUT 18+)

Description: Despite situationships becoming an inevitable aspect of teenage life, that doesn’t make them any easier to get through. After a lack of attention from Sirius, will your (justified) jealousy break or solidify your relationship?

Warnings: Angst, some fluff  Swearing, alcohol consumption, jealous reader (leading to slight Marlene slander but I love her really its just for the fic), SMUT, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), light choking and hair pulling.

Word Count: 6130 words.

Author Note: This is slightly longer than I anticipated lmao, also will be updating Falling, my Regulus Black fan fic really soon, I sort of hit as block in my mind with it and decided that instead of struggling trying to complete that it would be better for me to work on some other fic ideas I had to try think about it with a fresh mind. Also I tried this fic with putting all the speech in bold & italic pls let me know if this is easier to read. Ty Ly xxx

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As a teenager, situationships have become inevitable. Everyone wants someone but nobody wants to feel tied down. One drunken hook up with Sirius Black had led to another which led to a sober hook ups ending up in the pair of you only sleeping with each other but refusing to label what was basically a relationship.

You'd been warned about Sirius flirtatious ways, his charming smile and addictive attention but by this point you didn't care. It had been six months since you first hooked up after a party celebrating a Gryffindor win. Honestly, you didn't expect anything to come of it, you knew what Sirius was like and you weren't against random hook ups yourself then when it happened again you felt a small spark of pride knowing that it was rare for Sirius to go for the same girl twice. Then when the sober hook ups began becoming a regular thing you knew you were in for trouble. Secret hook ups were now a thing of the past and now the whole the school had become aware of the Hufflepuff who had caught the undivided attention of Sirius Black. Or so it seemed.

It had been well over a week since the last time the pair of you had been intimate and the lack of attention had began to take its toll on your mood. Every time you happened to run into him it was a rushed exchange, a quick hug and kiss on the head leaving you feeling annoyed, unwanted and needy for more affection.

These feelings seemed to reach boiling point as you sat in the Great Hall for your lunch and watched as Sirius and Marlene McKinnon obnoxiously and shamelessly flirted across at their table. You had never been a jealous person, always relaxed with a cool demeanour, this was one of the reasons Sirius grew fond of you. You knew he was a flirt, it didn't phase you, especially because you knew you'd been the only person he'd been sleeping with since after the first time you hooked up sober months before. However, things were different now that Sirius hadn't given you more than a second of attention yet was able to give Marlene all of his instead. It didn't help that you knew they'd hooked up before, You and Sirius had always been very transparent about who you'd been with in the past, not wanting the other to feel caught off guard by a sly comment or spiteful whisper.

'Merlin, what did that fork ever do to you?' Your friend, Jessica, whispered from beside you and you were snapped out of your jealous gaze to look down at the silver cutlery that was victim to the tight grip of your fist. Without realising you had been gripping it so tight that your knuckles had become an alarming shade of white.

'It's not what the fork did, it's what that prick is doing over there', Clara, your best friend, spat out as she also glared over at Sirius and Marlene. Jess discretely turned her head to understand and turned back making a grunt of disgust whilst rolling her eyes.

You just about managed to croak out a sorrowful ‘I just don’t get it’ ,your jealousy and anger being pushed aside by a feeling of sadness and embarrassment. It was no doubt that everyone in the school will have picked up on the fact they hadn't seen you with Sirius for days yet he was all over Marlene in front of everyone.

'What's to get? he's a dick and you' Clara pointed her fork at you 'are wayy too good missy'. Her matter of fact tone brought a small smile to your face as Jess muttered her agreement.

'Well we know that’s true' you jokingly responded whilst returning to your meal before continuing 'but like if he wants to end stuff why not just say instead of making me look stupid'

'Nuhh-uhh, you don't look stupid, he looks stupid and Marlene looks desperate, you haven't so much as reacted other than assaulting that poor fork, you look as cool and collected as ever' Jess cooed from across the table and you smiled gratefully at the mousey haired girl.

'Come on, lets get to out of here, if I sit and look at those pricks any longer I'm gonna get violent' Clara grumbled whilst slamming her cutlery down causing a few people to turn heads as the three of you gathered your things. Thankfully, the three of you had a free period next so you could go bask in the warm spring air rather than be cooped up in a dusty and dark classroom. The soft spring air filled your senses as the three of you perched yourself on your usual spot in the court yard. The stone that you sat on felt cold and soothing against your prickly hot skin as you leant against it. You pulled out your book from inside your bag as Jess began to plait Clara's hair, the three of you settling into a calming silence.

Unbeknownst to you, four infamous cheeky boys had noticed the three of you swiftly exit the Great Hall meaning you'd missed the announcement of their party that evening. Followed closely behind by Lily, Marlene, Dorcas and Mary, the Marauders set out to find you and knew that in a free period there was only one possible location.

You heard them before you saw them. The loud obnoxious laughs and hollers always meant that a group of Gryffindors were nearing but when they were this loud there was only 4 certain boys it could be. It took all of your power to not look up as you heard them crossing the court yard and when you were met with the giggles of the girls behind you knew not to dare look up.

'Ladies you missed the announcement' The voice of James Potter roared from a few centre meters away but you continued to keep your attention on the book, at this point not being able to process a single word on the page. You felt a thud beside you as the rich scent of cigarette smoke engulfed your senses, indicating Sirius had sat next to you. His arm made its way to drop around your shoulder but you shrugged it off still not daring to look up at him.

'The announcement?' Clara asked, not even the slightest hint of interest apparent in his voice. One thing you loved about your girls was if one of you had a problem or were upset by someone, all of you shared that feeling.

'Party, Gryffindor Common Room, 9pm, be there', the pride was apparent in Sirius voice as she shared the information which only made the scowl on your face grow, your grip on the book tightening as you continued feigning your interest in the pages.

'Hmm we'll think about' Jess nonchalantly replied and Remus let out a low 'Boo' followed by James' gasp. We were usually the first group to be up for coming to a party.

‘That’s alright cause I know my girl will defo be there, a bottle of fire whiskey Y/N? the usual?' Sirius teased from beside you whilst attempting to put him around you again but much to his dismay it was shrugged off again.

‘No thanks, I won't be coming' you replied bluntly and you thanked Merlin for the strength that came out when you spoke because you were sure your emotions would get the better of you and your voice would crack or come out angry. It was blunt, but calm, almost uninterested, much like Sirius had been in you for the last week.

'What do you mean you’re not coming?' Sirius interrogated from beside you and although you hadn't looked up you knew everyone's eyes were on you. Not wanting to satisfy him with a further answer you just shrugged your shoulders before turning the page in your book to keep up the image that you were indeed still reading.

'Girls you have to come, it won't be long till we graduate and we don't have many common room parties left.'

The sweet voice of Lily Evans attempted to persuade. Sirius eyes were burning holes into the side of your head and you began to shift awkwardly under the gaze before your book was snatched from your hands, almost tearing a page.

'What the fu-' You exclaimed, eyes snapping to Sirius who had a look of annoyance painted clearly on his face.

'Why wouldn't you come to my party? You always come' He quizzed as you reached for your book only to roll your eyes in annoyance as he stood with it out of your reach.

‘Because I don't want to' You replied coldly whilst reaching again to grab the book, becoming aware of how your skirt rose against your thighs as you strained to reach it, Sirius was all to well aware of this too as you noticed his eyes trailing down your legs which made your blood boil, and not in the usual erotic way either.

'Come on, who's gonna entertain me if you're not there' Sirius pouted his mood turning playful where as yours was only turning more angry.

Letting out a loud scoff you were quick to respond 'Oh I'm sure Marlene would be more than happy to do that Sirius, she seemed to be doing such a good job of it not even 10 minutes ago'. The words came out of your mouth in such a calm and casual tone that it sent a sinister shiver down Sirius spine. The atmosphere had very quickly changed and as you turned back to finally acknowledge the others stood spectating you became aware of the proud looks on the girls faces, the mortified look on the Marauders and the way Marlene's face had turned a deep shade of ruby, very fitting against her Gryffindor robes.

'Ohh grow up' Sirius rolled his eyes as you reached over to snatch the book from his grasp. Stuffing it back into your bag you quickly tried to escape the situation but was hindered by Sirius blocking your exit.

'You're not being serious' He continued confusion and a hint of annoyance flickering across his face. You stood for a second not answering, fully aware of the various sets of eyes glued to the pair of you. 'Well what do you expect Sirius? I've barely seen you and whenever I do you're rushing off, no time for me to plenty of time to flirt with girls right in front of me' You let out the smallest hint of the anger that had been building up inside you, watching as Sirius brain began to construct his answer.

'That’s not even the case plus I'm allowed to flirt if I want to, it's not as if you're my girlfriend or anything.' Sirius instantly regretted what he said as he watched the hurt wash over your face. Of course it was true and you knew that but it wasn't like he hadn't been acting like your boyfriend, you just hadn't made it official and it hurt to actually hear it.

'Yeah that is true but I'm also not a scrap on the side who you can pick and chose when you want to fuck'

Before Sirius had even had the chance to respond you were scuttling away with Clara and Jess hot on your heels.

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The remainder of the school day went by painfully slow as you sat brewing over the earlier altercation with Sirius. Thankfully you didn't share many classes so didn't have the displeasure of seeing him as you tried your best to concentrate.

You were now sprawled out on your bed head lost in your book as you tried to distract yourself. After much protest you had managed to convince Clara and Jess to go to the party, you didn't want them to miss out on what would be a good night just cause you were feeling down. In order to be comfy you'd opted for just wearing some thigh high socks and a shirt that Sirius had gave you one time, taking in the scent as it was more than likely you'd be returning it to him soon.

Jess took a seat on the edge of your bed and reached out to stroke your hair before asking ‘Are you sure you don’t want us to stay?’

‘Or are you sure you don't want to join?' Clara chirped up and you playfully rolled your eyes at her relentless attempt to get you to get out and have some fun.

'I'll be fine girls, you both look so good so go have a good night and come back with lots of stories and gossip for me'

The three of you exchanged goodbyes before they headed off out leaving you in the peaceful silence of the dormitory. Carefully placing your bookmark to not lose your page, you collapsed back onto the bed with your eyes tightly shut trying your best not to let any of the tears that had been building all day to fall through.

-

A buzz of chatter floated through the bumping music within the Gryffindor Common Room. The party was in full swing, drunken teenagers laughing and hooking in every corner.

Sirius Black, the usual life of the party, stood leaning on the bannister of the stairs that led to the dormitory, a bottle of Fire whiskey in hand as he scanned the crowd. Every time someone appeared through the portrait he hoped it would be you, perking up slightly to only be disappointed. He didn't actually believe that you wouldn't come tonight, that was until it was an hour into the party and there was no sight of you.

'Give up mate, she's not gonna come' the voice of his best friend and wise advisor, Remus Lupin, startled him from behind before continuing 'And I don't blame her'.

'Leave it out Moony' Sirius grumbled before taking another sip of the scolding liquor. Much to his dismay Remus was not about to let it go.

'I just don't get you ya know, you've got this brilliant girl who's quite literally head over heels for you and as far as I was aware you were for her, yet you're desperate to fuck it up for no reason'

The bitter truth from Remus hit Sirius a bit harder than usual which he put down to the fire whiskey. Stuff had been going great between the pair of you, it was so good and so perfect that it scared him. He felt that the high of the relationship developing was so euphoric that if it crashed and burned the after math would be unbearable, and now he had caused it.

'It was too good to be true, eventually she was gonna realise I'm a fuck up and leave anyway' Sirius responded to Remus who scoffed and grabbed the bottle from his hands to prevent him taking another sip.

'Mate, you couldn't have got that any more wrong if you tried' Remus began before his eyes drifted away from the raven haired boy in front of him to something behind him. Sirius spun around in hope of seeing you in the crowd but instead he saw Clara and Jess just a few feet away chatting to Lily. Before he could even think of what he was doing he pushed his way through the crowd of bodies to get to them with Remus closely following behind.

'Fuck off Black, we have nothing to say to you' Clara was quick to snap as he stood in front of them but Sirius wasn't phased by her feisty nature after getting to know her over the past months.

'Where is she? Is she coming?' Sirius quizzed only to be met with scoffs and eye rolls from the three girls. 'Of course she's not Sirius, that was harsh' Lily scolded her friend, she'd said the same earlier to Marlene, feeling disappointed with the pairs behaviour.

‘I didn't mean to say what I said, it was harsh and she knows I didn't mean it'

'Well obviously she doesn't otherwise she would be here' Jess spat before continuing 'and your wasting your breath saying that to us, the person who you should be saying it to is alone in the common room because of what you said'

Sirius hung his head in shame as he ran his fingers through the hair that had fallen. Everything that everyone was saying to him was right and true but he just didn't know how to fix it.

  'Not that I want to help you or think you even deserve it but if I was you I wouldn't be wasting another second of time at this party, I would be down in our common room, trying my hardest to make her forgive me'

Sirius didn't need another second to think before he was racing up to the common room to grab the invisibility cloak and darting back out of Gryffindor tower.

-

Thankfully, you had snuck Sirius into the Hufflepuff common room multiple times over the last few months so he knew how to get in. He tapped the barrel, two from the bottom in the middle of the second row, in the rhythm of Helga Hufflepuff, and the entrance was revealed to him. Weary that there may still be a few stragglers or younger students still up and about, he remained under the shelter of the invisibility cloak as he crept his way up to your dormitory.

The large wooden door was slightly open and the dim light crept its way through into the corridor. He slowly tip toed his way over to the crack in the door to peer inside. You were there, sprawled across your bed, book in hand with your head facing away. Sirius felt his heart both flutter and pang with pain as he noticed you dressed in the shirt he had let you have, his eyes floating down to see the thigh high socks tightly gripping at your delicate skin. Trying his best not to make any noise he slipped through the door, moving it ever so slightly to fit his body through and lightly pushing it shut behind him. His intention wasn't to just suddenly appear and scare you but he felt too embarrassed to announce his presence in case you turned him away.

Unbeknownst to him, you could smell his aftershave that you so loved from a mile off, so had been notified of his presence as soon as he'd reached the top of the stairs to your dorm. Even if he was invisible, Sirius Black's presence would always be known to you. For what felt like hours but in reality must have been less than a minute, you attempted to ignore the fact you knew he was there but grew impatient waiting for him to make himself known.

'I know that's you Sirius' you declared, not drawing your attention away from the book but feeling the slight breeze as he removed the cloak. It took all of your strength not to turn and look at him.

'How did you know?' He asked quietly.

'I could smell you' you stated casually, still not breaking your attention from the book, ‘plus I could sense the door shutting and there is no breeze’

'Do I smell that bad?' Sirius attempted to joke in hope of lightening the mood but was only met with a death glare as his lack of seriousness for the situation irked you beyond belief. 'That was supposed to be a joke' he nervously admitted whilst bringing a hand up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

‘Jokes are supposed to be funny', a statement that would usually be shared amongst the pair of you in a teasing matter suddenly becoming serious as your attention returned to the page in front of you. Of course you were no longer reading, you just didn't want him to get the attention he had failed to give you over the past days.

‘I know, I uh wanted to come and speak to you about earlier' Sirius began as he walked over to sit himself on your bed. His body language was awkward, something that had been foreign between the two of you up until this moment. You only hummed in response and Sirius felt dismay as you continued to look at the book and not fully engage with him.

'Look, I didn't mean what I said earlier, it was uncalled for and - can you at least look at me when I'm trying to apologise?' Sirius asked whilst reaching out his hand and placing it on the back of your sock covered calf. Your head spun around at the sudden and unexpected contact, finally taking him in for the first time. His hair was messy and falling in front of his face, just how you liked it. He wore a shirt similar to the one he had leant you that you were currently wearing, the top few buttons undone showing a peak of his porcelain chest.

'You might have not meant it Sirius but it's true, I'm not your girlfriend, if you wanted me to be surely I would be by now so it was just running on dead time for you wasn't it?' 

Although it was a question, it felt to Sirius as more of a statement, something that definitely wasn't true.

Sirius tried to begin again ‘No of course it wasn’t’ but you only cut him off, the last hour or so you had spent alone giving you time to think and construct the things you knew you would want to say when you finally confronted him.

'So why ignore me for the last week or so? Why all of a sudden act like I don't exist or that I'm one of the other girls you fuck and chuck? If that wasn't the case you would be exactly the same as you have been for months. Am I all of a sudden not good enough anymore? Are you bored of me now?'. 

The words poured out of your mouth like a flood of water engulfing everything in its path. Sirius sat there dumbfounded for a second, unaware how his behaviour in the last week had made you question yourself so much when he thought you were the best person he had ever met.

‘No Y/N, you've got it all wrong. It's not you' Sirius began to argue back but yet again you were quick to cut off his explanation. 'It's me, blah blah, that’s the oldest line in the book Sirius' you scoffed as you turned over fully and sat properly facing him this time. Despite the seriousness of the moment, Sirius couldn't help how his eyes wandered over the way his shirt slipped off your left shoulder ever so slightly displaying the skin he had kissed so many times, the way your hair dropped in front of your eyes that were beginning to well with tears.

Sirius responded through gritted teeth, ‘If you gave me a chance to explain myself you would know I wasn't going to say that'  growing frustrated with the situation that felt like it would never get resolved. It was your turn to sit slightly dumbfounded this time before mustering up a response.

‘What if I told you I don't care what you have to say?' you asked back with a shrug, even though you wanted to know exactly how he felt and Sirius knew the same as he confidently responded 'I'd say that you were lying'. The scoff that left your mouth rang into his ears as you attempted to get off the bed whilst muttering 'I think you should leave'.

Sirius took the opportunity he saw in front of him and instead of letting you go past him he lunged forward, pushing you back onto the bed and trapping your body underneath his as you shrieked in surprise. You were now trapped with your back against the plush duvet, Sirius pining both of your arms above your head with his one knee trapped between your thighs, dangerously close to where you'd wanted him most for the past few days, as he looked down at you through his messy fallen locks.

You hated to admit it but the proximity of your bodies after the days of feeling miles apart sent your head reeling. His hot breath tickled your face as the light scent of fire whiskey engulfed you. Staring back up at him you took a hard swallow, not trusting yourself to be the next one to speak.

'Still want me to leave?' he asked, almost too cockily earning another eye roll from you as you attempted to sit up only to be pinned back harder, his leg brushing ever so lightly against your clothed core. 'Yes' you managed to croak out, barely above a whisper and extremely unbelievable. Sirius leant closer and your breath got caught in the back of your throat as he leant into your ear.

'I don't believe you' he whispered and goose bumps began emerging all over your body as he came back face to face with you.

His grip on your left arm disappeared as he brought his had down to caress the side of your face as your free hand grabbed at his shirt, torn between wanting to pull him closer or push him off. Your skin felt on fire under his soft touch as he continued to slowly edge his face closer to yours.

'My beautiful beautiful girl, how could I ever get bored of you? You are too good to be true' Sirius whispered so quietly and sweetly that it almost didn't sound like it come from him.

Before you even had a chance to process the sweet whisper his lips were touching yours, so softly that you felt your heart melt and all the anger slowly dissolve. The kiss was slow and delicate, Sirius testing the waters and not wanting to push it too for if you were not interested but obviously you were.

Letting your hand wander from its grip on his shirt up to the back of his neck, you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, instigating it to become more passionate. Sirius covered your body more closely, careful not to put too much weight on you, as his tongue began to dip into your mouth, whilst the hand he was still using to pin you down ended up tangled in your hair. With your hand now free you made work of unbuttoning his shirt not wanting to break the kiss but needing to feel his skin on your own.

Sirius pulled back to remove his shirt and the mere sight of him looking down at you with lush filled eyes only added further to your rapidly increasing arousal. You attempted to clench your thighs together in order to relieve some of the tension but Sirius was quick to notice and push his leg up further to stop it. You pouted out your bottom lip as you leant up on your elbows, hoping the pout and doe eyes would convince him to do something.

As Sirius looked down at you he could have punched himself for nearly messing this up. You were a dream and he never wanted to wake up from it. Leaning back down he chuckled as you went in for the a but he quickly dogged and began to place soft kisses down your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss and the small sign of affection as your hand returned to its earlier position on the back of his neck, softly tugging at the hairs.

With each kiss down your body Sirius slowly made work of undoing each of the delicate little buttons, pushing his shirt open to reveal your bare breasts and abdomen. His mouth continued its exploration of your bare body, the soft kisses and light caresses of his hands driving you insane.  It’s not that the sex was rough every time you had it but something about this time felt so delicate, like he was really taking his time to appreciate every inch of you. Instead of continuing his journey down to where you needed him most, much to your frustration, Sirius began retracing the kisses and nips back up your stomach, taking his time to massage your breasts, teasingly rolling your nipples between his rough finger pads.

 A small whimper escaped you as Sirius wetly kissed at the crook of your neck. Unable to control your urge anymore, you let your hands slowly slip down Sirius’ bare chest, lightly tracing your fingers across his soft skin until you reached his belted trousers. Sirius leant in to kiss you once more before realising exactly what your hands were doing. You were making quick work of getting his belt unbuckled and about to slip your hand into his already strained boxers when you felt his large hand grip around your throat. It wasn’t enough to disturb your breathing of course, but the perfect level of pressure to emphasise he was in charge. Breaking away from the kiss Sirius’ eyes burned into your own, the dark orbs clouded with admiration and lust.

‘As much as I would love for you to pleasure me my darling, I’m the one who’s got the making up to do’ he whispered seductively, never once breaking eyes contact which made your head tingle. As you tried to get a word of protest out his slender finger pressed against your lips, shushing you as he made his way back down your body, stopping randomly to leave another love bite and mark you as his.

When Sirius finally made his way down and became face to face with your clothed core he felt like he could cum right there and right then on the spot. You wore a bright yellow thong, your house colour of course, which looked vibrant in contrast to your glowing skin and white thigh high socks. The part Sirius loved the most though was the wet patch that had seeped its way through and was there on display for him and him only.

You propped yourself up on your elbows again, wanting to get a better look at the boy who was teasing you. All of a sudden you felt very exposed to him and wished he would carry on with it rather than just looking. As if he could read your mind, Sirius pressed the pad of his thumb against your clit, creating slow yet firm circles on the pulsing nerve. A wave of pleasure rushed over your body as this was the start of the contact you had mentally been begging for for days. 

Sirius watched, mouth ajar, as you let your head fall back with your eyes gently fluttering shut in pleasure. He had only done the simplest thing and you were already wild for him. Not wanting to deny you of that pleasure a second longer, Sirius dragged the soaking panties down your things, humming his approval as you moved your legs to ease the process. 

‘So so wet baby, I’ve barely even started yet’ Sirius teased but you were way to turned at this point to even pretend you weren’t desperate for him to do something. ‘Please siri’ you pleaded, hoping the pout and doe eyes would again work in your favour like that had so many times before. Of course, it did. Sirius wasted no more time and dragged his tongue flat from your soaking entrance all the way up to your clit which he mercilessly began sucking on. The whimper that left your lips at this long awaited pleasure was the perfect mixture of erotic and pathetic. Sirius couldn’t help but groan against your cunt at the sweet taste of your wetness, so addicting he feared he may never come up for air again. His one hand slipped up around your thigh, pushing it to open wider as he used his other hand to slip his middle and ring finger into your pulsing core. A loud moan left your throat as Sirius began to ferociously fuck you with his finger, your spare hand coming down to grab the hand that rested on his thigh. The deadly grip on his hand reverted his gaze to focus on you. The picture of you lead back with your back arched off the bed as you moaned his name so erotically would be something that he trapped in his memory for the remainder of his days.

Sirius knew you were coming close to your high by the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. ‘Come on my girl, cum for me’ he mumbled against your clit as his fingers pushed into you at a deadly pace causing you to call out his name followed by a string of profanities as you came hard on his fingers and against his mouth.  In true Padfoot style, Sirius lapped up the wetness that left you, feeling proud that he’d been able to make you cum so easily but knew it was more down to your sexual frustration than anything he could have done. Raising his fingers up to your lips he watched in delight as you sucked your own wetness off them before he swooped in for another kiss. You were quick to use your tongue to explore his mouth, feeling drunk at the taste of yourself on him.

‘Tell me what you want’ he commanded breaking the kiss but you continued to leave kisses down his neck as you made work of getting his tights pants off. Trailing kisses back up to his year you seductively whispered ‘I want you to fuck me’ before taking his ear lobe lightly between your teeth as you freed his rock hard dick from his boxers. Sirius groaned as he felt your hand wrap around his aching cock, tantalisingly beginning to wank him off, not that he needed any help getting ready to fuck you. Propping his one arm above your head, he used his other to prop your leg up onto his waste, feeling to impatient to bother even getting into another position, before taking over the grip on his cock. Your heart fluttered with excitement as you felt the tip brush up and down against your slit, gathering the left over slick to use as a lubricant.

The sounds the pair of you made as Sirius slowly pushed deep inside of you were nothing short of pornographic. Your other leg shot up to wrap around Sirius waste, pulling his hips so close that he had now completely bottomed out inside of you as his now free hand moved to grip tightly on the flesh of your ass. Sirius began fucking you instantly not giving you a second to readjust to his size as he leant down to kiss you sloppily. Your hands found refuge on his back, nails digging into his skin and he thrusted into you relentlessly. Your head was fuzzy with pleasure, the sound of Sirius’ soft groans and the skin slapping only turning you on even more. With your cunt still sensitive from your first orgasm you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d be orgasming again and by the contorted look of pleasure on Sirius face you knew he wouldn’t be lasting much longer. His hand moved from your ass to your front, harshly rubbing against your clit as his other hand moved to yank your hair, pulling your head back to face him fully. 

‘You are mine and I am yours’, despite the roughness he was fucking you with, you knew that the words we’re sincere and that he felt most confident to say them in this situation. Though it was hard to respond between the deep hard thrusts you managed to moan out ‘I’m all yours Sirius’ just as your second orgasm began to hit. Sirius loosened the grip on your hair and you threw your head back into the bed, eyes clamped shut and moaning loudly in pleasure. The sight pushed Sirius to the absolute edge and his head collapsed into your sweat covered chest as he unloaded his cum inside of you, your tight walls milking out all of him.

The pair of you remained in that position for an unknown period of time. Sirius pressed against your bare chest listening to the frantic beating of your heart as you traced soothing patters onto this now scram covered back. It was you who finally broke the comfortable silence,

‘I meant what I said mind, I am all yours Sirius’

‘As did I, I’m all and only yours my darling’.

[biisexualemma]

comfort. druig

word count: 1.6k

requested: uh no i’m just obsessed with this man

warnings: spoilers!! (if you haven’t seen the film yet!!) mention of blood, death, corpse, grief and a bit of trauma

plot: druig knows how to comfort you because he knows you

a/n: oop posting my first druig fic because this man is consuming all of my thoughts atm and i need to get it out somehow!!! i hope you like this as much as i enjoyed writing! lmk what you think pls!

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you were all still mourning the loss of gilgamesh, thena more than any of you. you felt like someone had reached into your chest and had a tight grip on your heart, your lungs, your insides. another one of you, killed by a deviant. you bit down hard on your bottom lip, eyes unable to move from gilgamesh's cold, lifeless body, thena crying over him. you should've done more to prevent this from happening. you all should've done more. you couldn't imagine the pain thena was experiencing. you didn't think you'd be able to function, let alone carry on living, if you lost your person.

speaking of.

"you're bleeding," his frame was suddenly in front of you, blocking your line of sight. his thumb grazed your bottom lip, tugging it out from under your teeth that had drawn blood from the pressure. your eyes slowly moved up from his chest in front of you, and up to his blue eyes.

your tongue ran over your bottom lip, sampling the metallic taste of your blood trickling from the split. he watched you with caution, he knew that expression far too well. he had seen it when you found about ajak, he had seen it when you watched the city of babylon burn, and he saw it now watching your family in ruins.

his fingertips trailed across your cheeks, grazing a few cuts a bruises that littered your skin, before settling into the curve of your neck. his thumb tracing your jaw, his fingertips just touching the roots of your tousled hair.

your eyes glossed over as your mind raced faster than you cared it to. you thought about the mission you were on, a crusade against your creator. you thought about ajak, gilgamesh. you thought about thena, her heartbreak. your mind wandered to the many outcomes of this mission. your mind wandered to druig, the sweat lining his brows, his tired blue eyes, his longing for a second of peace and quiet among this chaos. you thought about losing him, how your insides would simply give up if you didn't have him. you'd be incomplete, a shell of yourself. a version of yourself you didn't want to exist.

"stop," he ducked his head slightly to meet your eyes again as they drifted away from his in thought. you felt his hands either side of your face now, keeping you in his line of sight.

he wouldn't go into detail about how much he was hurting from losing another member of the family in such quick succession. he wouldn't burden you with his fears for your safety, his fear of losing you like he had lost ajak and gilgamesh. only it would feel much worse than this, he was sure. he lived and breathed for you. and what would be much to everyones surprise (but yours) he felt much more than he let on. especially for his family. even the ones he claimed to hate.

druig was the stoic, but brooding and menacing eternal. only you had brought out something else in him. he felt lighter around you. and he'd hate to see what he'd become if he lost you.

"stop putting those thoughts in your head," he mumbled softly to you. his heart tightened watching you mourn for now, and for what was inevitable.

"you're not allowed in my head without permission," you scalded, your frown weakening as his eyes remained stuck on yours.

"'wouldn't dare, m'love," his eyebrows knitted in a frown that was quickly lost. he couldn't be mad at you, certainly not now when you were such a dismantled version of yourself. hurt and discouraged. "i know that face, and i know you. so quit thinking."

"druig.." your voice trailed off weakly, defeated. "i just don't know how we can do this..."

your eyes were pleading with his to understand. but he already knew. he never had much faith in this plan, or it's chances at success. but knowing his usual pessimism wasn't much help to you right now, or at any time, he took a different approach.

"we will," he shook you gently, your sad eyes boring into his and picking him apart. "ok?" he raised his eyebrows. "for gil and for ajak. we won't let ‘em die for nothing."

you watched him carefully, waiting for him to crack, only he didn't. you didn't know how he managed it sometimes. you knew he had an untapped level of anger and frustration inside him, an untapped level of power that he would never unleash on you or anyone. he wasn't the type, despite what people thought of him.

you didn't say anything, only gave him a look. druig leaned closer, his forehead rested against yours, grip tightening on you before he pulled you into his arms.

"you're ok, and i'm ok," he mumbled into your ear, feeling your arms clinging around his torso, desperately holding onto him. "just focus on that for now, ok?"

you nodded weakly, your face smushed against his chest, letting the breath be taken from your lungs if it meant you could stay this close to him for longer. you felt safe for only a minute, protected in a bubble that he'd created. this was the very reason druig had been your person since you'd met those thousands of years ago. he understood you, your thoughts and your meanings, without having to use his powers. and you saw him for what he really was, a caring and gentle being who hated any kind of conflict, no matter how big or small. you accepted each other as you were, and beyond that, you loved one another.

you breathed in his scent, letting him hold you as long as you could without interruption. he kissed tbe top of your head, squeezing you tight for a second before pulling back. his arms still enclosed around you, your hands clinging to his shirt keeping him close.

"y'good?" he mumbled.

"better," your voice still soft. it was true your heart and lungs and insides felt less constrained, and your mind less likely to wander to anything other than the man in front of you.

later that night, you lay in your shared bed with druig after your long day. collectively you and the rest of the family agreed you could all use a break, to try and sleep off the heavy day you’d all had before continuing with the mission tomorrow. druig had joined you in bed after a long night of settling the people of his village back into their routine, reassuring them after a traumatic day.

he had come into the room, shoulders slumped, bags under his eyes and his eyes drooping shut as he walked around undressing himself before climbing in next to you. he had expected you to be sound asleep, exhausted as much as he was. instead, you were wide awake, waiting for druigs warmth to consume you.

which he did, shuffling under the covers to get closer to you, eventually wrapping both arms around you and pulling you tight against his chest. you pressed a soft kiss to his bare chest, curling into his embrace and draping an arm over his stomach.

"i love you," you whispered against his skin, goosebumps forming where your lips touched his chest. "i'd be so lost without you."

"good thing i'm not going anywhere," he mumbled tiredly, resting his head atop of yours, his cheek smushing up as he did. "'fraid you're stuck with me for a long, long time, m'love."

"good," you kissed his chest once more, snuggling your face into it and squeezing him. "that's how i want it."

a very short, exasperated laugh left his throat, his eyelids drooping as he relaxed against you. he could feel the tension he held from the day still, slowly drifting away. "i love you more than i've ever loved anyone or anything."

"good or it would've probably made for a few awkward centuries," you teased halfheartedly, feeling your tire finally catching up with you now that you were safely tucked up in his arms.

"shut up," he mumbled, lips pressing a kiss to your forehead, you could feel the small smirk on his lips. "now go to sleep before i make you myself."

you gently nudged his side, making him squirm a little, releasing a small laugh, which you followed with one of your own. "asshole," you mumbled, scrunching up your nose at him. you'd never take these halfhearted threats seriously. he'd never used his powers on you, and you'd never used yours on him. out of respect and love, neither of you could hurt the other like that. "i'm gonna' tell everyone that you love to cuddle in bed, and curl up like a kitten when you sleep."

he snorted. "fine, i'll tell everyone about your weird fetish for my—"

you nudged him a little harder this time, making him laugh a little more. "the things i have on you, mister," you teased. "you're so lucky that i love you."

"oh, i know, don't worry— i know," he kissed your forehead with a gentle smile lingering on his lips. you were both quiet for a while, just embracing each other while you could. you thought druig had drifted off after while, until he spoke again. "feel any better?" his words were barely coherent, he was so sleepy and comfortable smushed against you, but he had to check.

"heaps," you mumbled in the same tired way. "thanks to you, my sweet."

"s'all i want for you," he said as he drifted off, you followed not long after him.

[zuluc]

summary: how the genshin boys give hugs

characters: childe, diluc, kaeya, razor, venti, xiao, xingqiu, zhongli

style & genre: bulleted & written; fluff

warnings: none

notes: a self-indulgent fic for my birthday yay, i hope you guys enjoy this I just really want a hug but it’s hard to see friends right now 🤧🤧

Childe

sometimes a side hug or quick embrace; sometimes not because there are days he never wants to let you go

his outward persona is lost because he trusts you

once his arms come around you, you feel like the life is being squeezed out of you, in a good way of course

there are still traces of his past he has yet to share but he wants you to know how much you mean to him

Paimon had stayed behind to finish that chop suey Su Er'niang offered you both. You finished your share, giving some to your companion, and you left to sight-see around Liyue. 

It’s different from Mondstadt and there were quite a bit of things to get done here for your journey. Your feet take you to the stairs leading up to the Wanwen Bookstore and you hope no one has bought out the book you wanted to finish.

Before you could take a step upwards, someone grabs your wrist and pulls you into a small alley. You hand comes up to summon your sword but then your vision is obscured by a head of copper hair. You gasp when his arms tighten around your torso while he heaves a sigh beside your ear. He lets go after a few seconds and you can see the smile on his face.

“Just a recharge,” Childe winks and turns around to get back to what he was doing.

Diluc

he gives the type of hugs that hold so much emotion that he hides from the public

his body runs warm and appreciates when you snuggle further into him when he has you

his hugs are never quick and he likes to take his time, his hold tight enough to make you feel safe but loose enough to allow you to leave if you so wish

rarely initiates them but will take full control when you’re in private

You could tell when the work he had was becoming too much for the night. The annoyance tainted his handsome features and you just wanted to take it all away. Diluc worked hard, everyone knew that, but he was only human. 

You give him the letter Jean wrote out and proceed towards the door to get back to your own duties. Your name rolls off his lips and when you turn around to look at him he’s gesturing for you to get closer. When you’re mere inches from his desk he stands up and places one hand on your back and the other on the back of your head, burying his face into your neck.

The temperature outside was chilly and his naturally warm body contrasts to how you felt prior. You can feel him frown against you when he feels how cold your skin is.

“Will you be coming back tonight?”

Kaeya

he gives you many hugs, anywhere and at anytime

there isn’t a day where you never receive one and if that every happens, the next day will include even more

will almost always lift you off your feet and/or catch you off guard; he likes to keep you on your toes

even when you’re just standing around waiting for another mission or watching the sun set he’ll hold you close against his side

He’s late. Again. 

You finished off the last of the slimes around Starfell Lake with little to no damage to yourself, luckily, but someone was supposed to assist you to get the job done faster. You look around for any more enemies before kneeling down and dipping your hand into the water. It was cool against your skin, relaxing you after the day’s work. But it might have been just a bit too peaceful.

A force pushes you forward and you close your eyes to brace for the inevitable impact into the water. You wait a few seconds before realizing that you are still very much dry, but there’s something blocking you from lifting your arms. Kaeya chuckles behind you as you lightly hit his arm, hugging you tight.

“I got you,” he says with a smile.

Razor

he’s an awkward hugger, mostly because he doesn’t know how these things work as well as that he doesn’t want to hurt you

he doesn’t know where to put his hands and they usually end up against his sides before he realizes that he makes you think he doesn’t like them

when he gets more comfortable, his hugs are gentle and soft

he grew up with the wolves and these types of things just didn’t happen, but you make his heart soar

He’s taking a casual walk in Wolvendom to reflect on what Lupus Boreas had told him only days ago. He wasn’t a wolf, he was human, but he couldn’t accept it so quickly. His mind wanders and he doesn’t hear the steps, or rather running, behind him. It’s only until you jump on his back that he realizes.

You knew that he was thinking about what happened and you wanted to return as fast as you could to check on him. You slide off his back and he gives you a forced grin. Razor avoids your gaze but you place your hands on his shoulders to square them towards you.

He appreciates your presence and he wants nothing more than comfort, hands twitching at his sides. You’re aware of his little signals and smile when you hug him tightly. He closes his eyes and breaths in your calming scent while hugging you back with care.

“Thank you.”

Venti

there’s a sense of happiness once he hugs you because it just makes you feel lighter and free

there seems to always be a slight breeze about him and you can feel it brush your face when you rest your head on his shoulder

he comes and goes but never forgets to hug you before and after he returns to see you

his hold can range from very loose to holding on just a bit tighter

Venti left a month ago and you knew that’s just how his way of life was. He was never one to stay place for too long, much like the wind you would say. You yourself were someone who likes to travel around, but everything always brought you back to Mondstadt. 

You stand overlooking the city at “your usual place,” as he liked to call it, for some peace of mind. You sit on the edge of the statue’s outstretched hands and lean back on your hands to take in the view. A soft breeze passes by you and your ears pick up a quiet sound behind you. You smile and stand up, immediately wrapping your arms around him. 

His own naturally fall in place behind your back and a light laugh escapes his lips. It was nice to see you again, as always.

“Missed me?”

Xiao

he used to be so stiff when he first started hugging you as he never had physical contact with anyone

being you, he warms up and learns how to properly hug someone

will have a hand behind your head because he wants to make sure that every part you of is against him

he’s very protective of you in general and it gives him a peace of mind knowing he can keep an eye on you in this way

You’re sleeping, sitting in his lap with your head resting against his chest as he sits on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. You came to him only a few moments ago and it was clear that you took the time to clear out nearby hilichurl camps due to the small scratches and bruises you had on you.

Xiao narrows his eyes at more of the culprits across the water on the little islands, making a note to do something with them later. You mumble in your sleep and he looks down to see your brows furrowed. He cups your face gently and smooths his thumb over your cheek which causes your face to return to it’s peaceful state and you move closer to him. 

It was surprising that he fell for someone. You made your way into his life so unexpectedly and now he just wanted to take care of you. And he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Rest well.”

Xingqiu

very proper hugs because they are reciprocated in with the same energy, or even more, than the ones you may give him

he has no problem in giving you hugs away from prying eyes

he would usually whisk you away onto adventures with him with a promise of them

will get flustered when you hug him while saying just how much you appreciate him

You’re amused at the way he presents himself to others and talks to them as expected of him. Xingqiu was known to be mild- and well-mannered as his mischievous side was hidden from those not so close to him.

You both manage to escape the party, standing beside each other as you look up into the night sky. He feels less restricted with you and he takes this opportunity to lace his fingers through yours. You give him a fond smile and return to staring at the stars.

An idea pops into your head and you let go of his hand, him giving you a questioning look before he is brought into a hug. Xingqiu blushes at the suddenness of your actions but returns it nonetheless. His eyes keep diverting to the house so you have to reassure him that no one can see the both of you. 

“Let’s get out of here.”

Zhongli

he enjoys hugging, contrary to what most might think

he likes the intimate feeling and being close to someone he loves in such a sweet way that can be done anywhere

he will never deny you of the affection and if you initiate it he will go through with it no matter what

he’s always looking at you paired with a soft smile on his face whenever he has you in his arms

Zhongli’s voice pierces the quiet as you both take a stroll outside of Liyue. He’s telling you of its history and old traditions that have disappeared throughout the years, but you’re becoming tired due to the sound of his voice.

When you’re out of sight from the guards at the front gates you give a slight tug to the end of his coat sleeve. He stops in the middle of his story and sees that your eyes are growing weary. You keep your hold on his sleeve until you pull yourself to rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and content with the sound of the night as you’re against him. 

He holds you close, making sure that you’re not actually asleep as it would make for a very interesting walk back. You tell him that you’re just resting your eyes for a few moments and that he can keep talking. That you love the sound of his voice. Zhongli places a kiss to your forehead as he continues, adoration for you clear in his eyes.

“Now, where was I...”

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hey! so i love wanda and i was wondering if you could write one kind of enemies to lovers or something like that where reader and wanda don't get along well, jealous scene or maybe a very suggestive fight. very angst but happy fluffy ending please

Enemies to lovers owns my whole gay heart and I CANNOT write it without there being sexual tension so xksksjsks smut alert

@g-cordelia hope it's okay to combine your request with this too so there's a healthy dose of angst and fluff with it

"Please don't go."

"Don't you fucking lie to me."

Warnings: choking, fingering, spanking, strap on sex, mentions of oral and hints at mild injury

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Buy me a coffee ☕

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"Your actions jeopardised the whole mission." Steve said sternly before raising his voice when he saw he received no reaction from you or the redhead. "Whatever is going on between you has to stop!"

"You say that like it's ever been any different." Natasha added.

The pair that usually felt like the protective big brother and sister of the team where acing the role of disappointed parents. Admittedly that did make you feel bad, but Wanda showed no signs of giving an apology and you would be damned if you did first.

Natasha and Steve waited for any kind of response from either of you and got nothing. You and Wanda continued to glare at each other from opposite sides of the table, your stubnorness stopping either of you from looking at the two standing at the head of the table.

"Just write up your reports." Steve sighed, giving into the tension of the room before anyone else. If it had been just you, Wanda and Natasha there was no telling how long you'd be in there.

You both got up from the table at the same time, still refusing to break eye contact.

"Y/n stay behind a minute." Oh so they're switching it up to disappointed teachers now. Your attention fell to Steve in a look of confusion although that didn't mean you missed the smirk that played on the corner of Wanda's lips. You cursed her like a sailor in your head and hoped she heard but her back was to you and she was strolling out the room.

"I thought you guys were getting better." Steve sighed as he leant against the table.

"We were when we didn't have to talk to each other." You said honestly. There had been a few weeks prior where you and Wanda had had no missions together and therefore had no reason to talk or train with one another.

"You can't resort to avoiding each other as a way to solve your problems. All that does is make things escalate even more when you're actually together which will inevitably happen. Because believe it or not you two are on the same side and have to act like it." Natasha said sternly. You stared down at the table and thought about how how her words were. But it wasn't like you had that warning before.

When the pair infront of you knew you weren't going to say anything in response Steve filled the silence once again. "You're both suspended from missions until you can learn to work together." He decided.

"What?!" You cried as you snapped your head towards them and stood up. "You can't be serious."

"Deadly." Natasha said. You looked frantically between the two in disbelief.

"Alright." You said finally and clenched your jaw. You turned around and left the room without objection from the two Avengers, heading straight towards Wanda's room.

You never really knew why you and Wanda never got on. Maybe it was because she reminded you so much of the popular girls in high school you always envied while wanting them in your bed...no, it definetly couldn't be that. You just didn't know what.

It didn't take long to get there when you were walking like you were out for blood, that wouldn't be an unexpected result of what you planned. You banged on her door several times in a closed fist so it didn't take her long to answer.

She looked concerned when she opened the door and as soon as she realised it was you that same smirk from the meeting room fell back into place.

"Did they ground you?" She asked as she leant against the doorframe.

"Suspended." You spat. A shit eating grin started to appear but you wiped that off her face instantly. "Both of us."

"What the fuck? I didn't-"

"Yes you fucking did and now I'm paying for it too. You wanna know the best part? We can't go back in the field until we can work together nicely." You said bitterly.

"Why don't they just keep us on separate missions?"

"You can go ask them that later. Right now we're training." You said simply and you grabbed her forearm and pulled her out of her room down the corridor.

"We just got back." Wanda argued but followed you anyway after slapping your hand off her.

"Not prepared to put the work in, witchy?" You mocked, not looking at her as you marched through the compound.

"Don't call me that?" Wanda warned as she kept your pace.

"What are you gonna do? Read my mind?" You continued to taunt as you arrived in the gym and made your way to the mats.

Wanda put her red jacket on the floor and stepped away to take up her position as she eyed you. "I could snap all your bones into pieces so small they could be mistaken for ash." Wanda said stoicly.

"I don't think that's gonna get you another mission." You replied calmly, knowing that while there was a truth to Wanda's words she would never give you more than a split lip or bloody nose in the worst training sessions.

"Don't be a smartass y/n, it doesn't suit you." Your jaw clenched at her words.

Without warning, the entirety of your right arm lit up in flames and was aimed at Wanda in an instant.

You sent a wave of fire her way that she swiftly engulfed in her powers and sent back towards you. She looked less than impressed from your warningless attack.

"That was tacky." She said.

"I know, seemed fitting for you." You grinned but stopped when the red mist surrounded your body and lifted you into the air before a larger wave of fire was sent hurtling down to the redhead. The wall of fire blocked her view of you and subsequently dropped you to the ground as she dealt with the flames.

As soon as you landed and the fire parted you sent another blast Wanda's way only for her to do the exact same thing. You both ducked at the same time, your powers hitting opposite walls and leaving marks Tony would be on your asses about when he found out.

Wanda was clearly thinking the same thing. "We can't use our powers in an enclosed space, especially not yours." She said, her accent thickly woven into her voice.

"Okay then, let's see if Natasha's lessons have paid off." You said as you raised your fists and got into your defensive stance. Wanda mirrored you the way she had been taught and narrowed her eyes.

"They definelty have." She insisted as her eyes flickered over your form to try and identify your weak points already in a very obvious way.

"Just try to keep up." You mocked and swiftly moved to swipe her legs out from under her but she was surprisingly prepared. She jumped up to avoid your attack and kicked her leg out mid air and landed it on the center of your chest. You stumbled back in shock while Wanda looked very proud of herself. The last time you saw Wanda train it was clear she wasn't familiar with close range hand to hand combat. You hadn't expected her to improve so significantly in such a short amount of time.

You gritted your teeth and went for her stomach this time which she easily avoided but wasn't expecting another attack to follow so quickly. She blocked the continuous blows from you until you saw your moments and kicked one of her legs out from under her. Your mistake was thinking you succeeded the moment she was down because she spun around and kicked both of your legs out. You caught yourself partly as Wanda stood up so you were on kneeling.

Wanda's smirk was quick to take place when she saw your position, not missing the opportunity. "You look good when you're on your knees." She quipped.

Your eyes widened at her boldness and a heat rose up your neck that you knew wasn't your powers. You rolled back on the balls of your feet and swiftly stood up to look anywhere but the smug redhead infront of you.

"No snarky remark for that?" She challenged and you charged at her again. Anger feuled your attacks making them miscordinated and all round bad.

"Shut the fuck up, Maximoff." You huffed and made her grin even more at the clear signs that she was getting to you.

One of your punches was pushed to the side and Wanda took the chance to show you just how much she had learnt from Nat. You weren't entirely sure how she even did it it was so quick. Your arm was outstretched behind your back painfully due to Wanda's unrelenting grip on it and made it that much easier to push one of your legs down onto the floor. She held you like that for longer than necessary, soaking up the view of you struggling in her grasp.

"Get off." You snapped and winced when she pulled your arm back more.

"What's the magic word?" She teased.

"Now." You demanded. She tutted and pulled harder. "Maximoff!" You ordered through the pain. She leaned down beside you as her voice dropped to a low whisper.

"Beg." It was one word but you couldn't deny the effect it had on you. It was as though her light breath on your ear shot throughout your body and settled in a place you really didn't want it to.

You were about to object and tell her to stop being a bitch but her grip tightened and she pulled to a point where you thought your arm might just snap off under any more pressure.

"Please." You cried through gritted teeth. She instantly let go all too quickly and you collapsed onto the mat on your front. You heard her chuckle menacingly but cut herself off when Nat appeared in the doorway.

"We told you to write up your reports, not train." Natasha scolded as she watched you massage your shoulder and glare at Wanda.

"Sorry, just got a bit carried away." Wanda smiled, her innocent and sweet act that she put up for everyone except you returning. "Y/n's had enough now anyway." She smirked to herself.

"Fucking psycho." You muttered loud enough for her to hear but not Nat. Her jaw visibly clenched from that making you revel in the small victory as you finally got up from the mat.

"Just get on with the reports." Nat sighed and turned to leave as Wanda called out.

"On it."

"Aww, you trying to be a good girl, Maximoff?" You mocked as the pain subsided and your need to overrule what had happened came through.

"I don't have the time to stress over that, not when I'm busy putting brats in their place." Wanda said as she advanced towards you with a look you had only ever seen aimed at those you were fighting against.

"What?" You whispered as you backed up and felt your back hit the wall. Wanda's hand came up suddenly and wrapped itself around your throat firmly and cut off your breathing. Your eyes widened as you grabbed at her hands but she didn't budge. She looked amused at your efforts as her head tilted slightly to the side.

"And you certainly need to learn your place." She took her hand away and left you gasping for air for a split second before grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the gym.

You stumbled a little as you tried to keep up with Wanda's long strides you could usually match. Your whole body was already trembling in anticipation, more so by the tension filled silence between you both as you travelled through the compound and ended up outside the redhead's room.

She opened her door and shoved you into her room swiftly. You didn't have much chance to take in your surroundings because the Sokovian gripped the back of your neck and forced you to lay on your stomach on her bed.

She made quick work of your clothes, discarding them to some soon forgotten about corner.

You turned your head to the side and gripped the sheets as you felt Wanda's slim fingers trialing up the back of your thighs before she gripped them roughly and forced them apart and lifted your lower half up. Her fingers returned and glided along your drippikg folds, collecting your arousal as she reveled in the effect she had on you.

"What was it that made you this wet, slut? Was it being on your knees for me? Begging me? Or did you enjoy the pain? I bet you enjoyed me choking you too." She chuckled darkly and didn't wait for you to respond.

She slipped two fingers inside your soaking cunt without warning making you gasp out in pleasure. Her fingers curled inside you beautifully, brushing some kind of nerve ending every second they were buried inside you. She had you a moaning, quivering mess in no time.

"Wanda...fuck! Right there, oh God!" She snickered against your skin as she worked her fingers expertly. Even then she wanted to test you. Well it was more that she was setting you up for failure.

"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear another sound from that whiny mouth." She ordered and you couldn't help but shiver from her dominant nature.

Of course it didn't last long. Her fingers felt so damn perfect inside you and you couldn't help but moan at the unspeakable pleasure.

She brought her hand down fast and landed it on your ass with a harsh smack that echoed through the room. She did it to both of your asscheeks until they were bright red and you were trembling. The sadistic redhead didn't stop there, she continued to rain down smacks that edged you further to your edge with the pleasurable pain.

Soon, you were moaning into the air as you came around Wanda's slim fingers, desperatly clenching around them in an attempt to prolong the pleasure. Thankfully, she kept pumping her fingers inside you, not caring when the overstimulation kicked in. She even started scissoring her fingers inside you, stretching your walls in a way that has you whimper loudly.

"Gotta stretch you a little to get you ready for my piece, sweetheart." She said in a sinister tone. "There's no way you'd be able to take it otherwise, it's already going to reck you with its size." She husked into your ear and withdrew her fingers, spanking you again when you whined.

Wanda got off the bed and disappeared into her closet, shortly returning with a large strap secured around her waist and pointed at you. You whimpered at the sight of it, not sure you could handle its size.

The Sokovian kneeled behind you and gripped your hips with both her hands as she lined up the strap with your entrance.

"I'm going to fill you up so nicely, Princess. Gonna have your cumming in no time." She husked, her voice dripping with lust.

A scream was ripped from your throat when Wanda thrust the entirety of the strap into your pussy. She set about her harsh, abusing pace instantly and preened at the sound of the pleasure filled cries that left you.

She grabbed a fistful of your hair and slammed your head down into the pillows on your side do she could still hear all of your desperate moans. The rough action earned the redhead a cry of her name.

Her pace was unrelenting, everytime she thrust back into you she somehow managed to hit deeper, pounding the toy against the most sensitive and pleasurable part of your cunt.

"Mommy!" You moaned loudly, not realising your slip up until the words left your lips. Your eyes widened and you feared Wanda's response, but what you got was a smack from the redhead that stung your ass in the best way. Her fucked you with increasing vigor too, wanting you title to spill from your lips again. And it did. Over and over, each time going straight to Wanda's pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You whimpered as you gripped onto the sheets tighter to prepare yourself for your release. But Wanda pulled the strap out the the very tip and held it there as she leant over to whisper in your ear.

"Beg me." She ordered and you whimpered again. It wasn't like you hadn't already submitted to the red head you hated but begging would be something that would loom over you for a while.

Your thoughts clashed with the overwhelming need from your pussy as it desleratly tried to clamp down on the tip that didn't provide nearly enough pleasure.

"Please, Wanda." You whispered.

"Please who?" She asked sweetly, clearly testing you making you groan.

"Please, mommy just let me cum." You whined and Wanda smacked your ass hard. She edged the dildo in further ever so slowly and stopped again.

"Mommy, please! I need to cum." You tried again, desperation seeping into your voice. Wanda hummed.

"I can see that." She mused as she rubbed small circles on your throbbing and soaked clit. "I just don't see why I should, brat." She punctuated the name with a harsh slap to your ass again and you caught onto what she was hinting at.

"Please, I'll...I'll be so good for you, mommy."

"Yeah, baby?"

"Yes! Please mommy I'll be so so good for you. Just please please let me c-" You were abruptly cut off by your own whorish moan as Wanda snapped her hips forwards and filled you up entirely.

One of her hands tangled itself in your hair and forced your head down into the pillows, not stopping your incoherent babbles filling the room along with the sound of your pussy being fucked by Wanda and her thighs slapping against yours.

The Sokovian tugged on your hair again so your head was off the pillow.

"I'm gonna cum!" You cried out into the air.

"That's it, baby. Soak my fucking cock." And with that demand you came harder than you ever had around Wanda's strap and moaned continuously as the redhead prolonged your pleasure by continuing to pound into you.

But it soon became too much for your sensitive pussy. You squirmed away from Wanda but she placed one hand on the middle of your back to keep you flat against the bed.

"Too much." You managed to say, however the redhead didn't seem to care.

"I'm nowhere near done with you, Princess."

*

Laying panting and gripping onto Wanda's bedsheets like a lifeline wasn't exactly what you expected to be doing on a Thursday night. You were drenched in sweat and although Wanda had pulled out the toy minutes prior, you were sure you could still feel it filling you up, the faint throbbing a forewarning of what was to come.

It took you a while to gather the strength to get up. With anyone else you probably would have just stayed the night in their bed, but you weren't sure you could do that with Wanda. Although she wouldn't kick you out, you didn't like the thought of sleeping beside the redhead. It seemed far too...soft? Whatever it was, you were sure Wanda would agree.

You searched for your clothes while she took a most likely deliberately long shower, images of her naked figure covered in water invading your mind.

Once you cursed them away they were just replaced with flashes of what you had been doing for all those hours, remembering how she pulled on your hair as she praised you when you went down on her. Of course you did that while on your knees.

What happened between you and Wanda wasn't a one time thing. In fact it became increasingly common until you were in each other's beds almost every night. You would have been fuck buddies if you had considered each other a friend.

It worked. You and Wanda were able to work out your pent up frustration towards each other in a way that didn't hurt one another....well, if that didn't include the scratches along Wanda's back and the constant aching between your legs.

You didn't even make snide comments about each other in meetings or during training. You were able to keep everything in the bedroom.

The success of what you two had going forced you to ignore the noteable change in feelings you had towards Wanda. You saw her differently but couldn't quite tell how. Sometimes it was as though the unplaceable emotion you had towards her from from start spiked and other times you were purely confused.

It was always most prominent after she made you crash over the edge of bliss or when she came undone beneath you. Those moments when your bodies went limp and you were caught up in each other's embrace because you didn't have the energy to move. Hearing her exhausted breathing match her rising and falling chest and faint heartbeat if you had your head on her chest. Those tender moments were the ones that caught you off guard.

You refused to make a big deal out of it though. You refused to investigate your feelings or even acknowledge them. What you had with Wanda was the most efficient thing you could do. You didn't want to muck it up but you knew it couldn't go on forever. Another labelless feeling emerged at that thought.

Natasha was the only one who knew what you were doing. Neither of you told her, the spy was able to figure it all out on her own quickly and confronted you both about it once, only saying to be careful. That was the only time she addressed it verbally but you could always feel her watching you both carefully when you trained.

You thought it was going great. You and Wanda had finally been cleared for a mission that you would both be on, the team certainly needed the man power. That was until Nat told you otherwise.

"What do you mean I'm not going?!" You exclaimed across the room. You had seen Nat in the meeting room looking up something on her tablet and had gone in to enquire something about the mission that was long forgotten.

"I've thought about it and you and Wanda still aren't deemed the most reliable when put together for a mission, with this one being as important as it is we can't afford to make mistakes." Natasha sighed.

"So why don't you take Wanda off the mission? I have more experience."

"Her powers are perfectly fitted to this mission, we need her."

"And not me." You knew you came across as petty, but you had been dying to go back into the field.

"Y/n." Nat tried but you scoffed and glared at the screens with those assigned to the mission. Your eyes found Wanda's picture first and your jaw clenched at the sight of her ridiculously attractive face.

"What did she say to you?" You demanded as something clicked in your brain.

"She didn't say anything, this is my judgement." Natasha began but you didn't buy it.

"We both know if it was you you would have told me as soon as you decided it. You had no issue with me and Wanda being on this mission before. Hell, you cleared us both for the field." Nat glanced down at her tablet guiltily as she searched her brain for another hopeless lie.

"This is unbelievable." You scoffed and turned sharply on your heels to storm out of the room, ignoring your name being called by Nat.

You soon found Wanda in the kitchen making herself a coffee as she hummed softly. You willed your brain to ignore the warmth you got from seeing the redhead in her own, peaceful world.

"Do you have a problem with me?" You demanded, snapping her out of her trance. She visibly figited when she saw you approach her and lean on the edge of the kitchen island on you hands with an expectant look.

"No?" She said, seeming unsure.

"Don't you fucking lie to me." She seemed startled by your increasing aggression.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she stirred her drink.

"Don't play dumb with me, Maximoff. You got me off the mission!" Wanda stopped her movements as she froze, clearly caught off guard by your discovery. Given how Nat had acted you guessed you weren't meant to find out it was Wanda who said something.

"It's for the best." She finally said but avoided your eye.

"It is not your place to decide what's best for me, you don't get to do that." You argued.

"There should only be a few people on the mission." She tried.

"I know that, I've seen the intel. But we already discussed that those people should be powered. Why am I being taken off?" You demanded again.

"It's dangerous." She muttered as she stared down at her drink.

"It's my fucking job. You think I don't know that."

"Of course you do, but there's a bigger risk than the usual missions we've been on. A bigger risk of you getting hurt." She muttered the last bit, like she wasn't entirely sure she wanted you to hear her. Granted, Wanda showing concern for your safety was new.

"Any one of us could get hurt." You said, lowering your voice marginally.

"But it's you I'm worried about." She insisted. It was your turn to become uncomfortable, shifting slightly under her gaze that held something new.

"I can take care of myself." You said as you crossed your arms, feeling a sudden defensive need to protect yourself.

"I know... but I care about you." You exhaled slowly, becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the tone of her voice. "If something happened to you..." She continued, "I don't know what I would do." Her voice was barely above a whisper, the softness laced in it undeniable. It sparked something in you. Something you didn't want to accept.

"Good luck on your mission, Maximoff." You said through gritted teeth and went to leave but Wanda was behind you instantly and took ahold of your hand to pull you back.

"Wait, I wasn't done-"

"Well I am." You snapped and yanked your hand out of her grip.

"What..?" She said slowly.

"If you don't want to work with me then we won't, no need to keep fucking anymore." You huffed and went to walk away.

"That wasn't what I-"

"Stop!" It wasn't a cry of anger. It was pure desperation. Your pleading look took Wanda by surprise and pained her to see. "Just stop before you say something you can't unsay." You said shakily. Your unspoken message was received. You didn't want to hear about Wanda's feelings towards you. She just didn't know it was because you were afraid that it would uncover what you had been feeling all along. You couldn't handle it. You were scared.

Wanda nodded, defeated, and let you go. You were filled with grief as you walked away, your footsteps feeling heavier than usual. You wanted to look back, to go back to her. But you couldn't.

*

You distracted yourself with a particularly ruthless training session the day of Wanda's mission. Carol showed you no mercy in sparring, weight lifting and boxing - even encouraging power use every now and then. But your mind still wandered to the redhead the way it usually did.

When you finally collapsed on the mat in defeat Carol chuckled and tossed you your waterbottle before encouraging an ice bath and strolling out of the gym for her evening flight.

You stayed on the floor for a while after you finished your water, only stopping staring up at the ceiling when Nat's outline blocked the lights. You sat up and looked at her hopefully, seeing that she was back from monitoring the mission and didn't seem distraught or upset.

"How did it go?" You asked as she sat down across from you.

"It was a success." She said but she didn't seem all that happy.

"And everyone's okay?" You asked cautiously. Nat gave a half shug and sighed lightly.

"There was ice - a lot if it and it was so cold. Dangerously cold." Nat started. You tried not to clench your jaw or show any signs of annoyance, knowing there was no need to point out that mission was fitted for you and your powers that would have guaranteed everyone's safety.

"Wanda got a little cut up, it was impossible to fight on that ground." You eyed the door and bit your lip, refraining from giving in to the urge to go see her.

"She doesn't want to talk to anyone right now, but she needs seeing to the cut." Nat said as she placed a first aid kit down infront of you. She was back already? And why did you have the kit?

"She won't see anyone either." Nat said before you could verbally question her. It took a moment for you to understand what she was saying.

"I don't think she wants to see me, Nat." You said as you pushed it back her way only for her to toss it into your lap.

"Goddmit, y/n. Can you two stop dancing around each other and actually talk?!" She exclaimed.

"We tried that-"

"Talking, y/n, not shouting or arguing. Talking." She said firmly and got up before you could protest further.

You pondered over what Natasha said for a while. You knew she had a good point, that talking was exactly what you should have done from the start, but it was just another thing that frightened you.

"Your job is facing your fears." You muttered aloud to yourself.

You finally got up from the ground, first aid kit in hand, and trudged along the compound towards Wanda's room. You tried to figure out what you could say on the way. But it all came out a jumbled mess that made no sense. Multiple times you stopped in the hallways and considered turning back before convincing yourself to keep going.

You knocked softly on Wanda's door and was surprised that it opened for you. The redhead in question was sat on her bed with a pillow in her lap, fiddling with her hands the way she always did when she was anxious or deep in thought. That evening it was both.

She glanced up at you as you closed the door but turned back to her pillow quickly when you gave her a short smile that didn't quite meet your eyes.

Regardless, you cautiously walked towards her bed and sat down next to her with the small box between you. You brought one of your legs up under you so you could face Wanda and eyed the cut above her eyebrow in concern. She still didn't say anything, neither did you.

You opened up the small box and got out a pack of wound closure strips and carefully unwrapped one. Wanda didn't object to you gently holding the area around her cut as you placed the strip on and lightly smoothed over the edges until you were sure it would stay on.

"I let my emotions cloud my judgement." She mumbled as you prepped another strip.

"It happens to all of us." You said.

"But I didn't listen to you. I should have." You sighed and stopped unwrapping the strip to look up at the redhead and watch her closely. She looked back at you with a guilty and pained expression that was full of regret.

"Yeah." You nodded slowly as you went back to the medical tape and raised your hands to put it on but the Sokovian held your wrist to stop you. "What's done is done, so just let me put these on and we're good." You said but she still didn't let go.

"Just like that?" She questioned.

"The mission was a success. If I'd had been there you wouldn't have gotten hurt, that's all."

"You were really mad though." She continued and you put your hands down to rest them, not failing to notice that Wanda was still holding your wrist but with a much lighter grip.

"It's hard to stay mad at you." You admitted.

"You've always been mad at me."

"Well it wasn't exactly like you were the friendliest person to me." You pointed out. "I was never mad at you, Wanda. I just hated that... that you made me feel something I've never trusted, so I didn't trust you. It was never your fault, I was unfair." You admitted as you stared down at the tape the whole time, afraid to meet the redhead's eyes.

"What did you feel?" Wanda asked, her voice void of emotion making it more difficult for you to say. You gulped as you continued to stare at the tape, willing yourself to give Wanda the answer she needed. The answer she deserved.

"Love." You voice shook. "I loved... love you." You were shaking more as you finally looked up at Wanda. Her eyes were wide and her lips slightly parted like there was a million thoughts trying to be heard but without the ability to.

She didn't say anything for a while. A long while. She stared at you in disbelief then at her pillow as though it would give her all the answers.

Tears rushed to your eyes that you tried to blink away as your head swam with curses to yourself for admitting your feelings. You had opened up and been vulnerable to Wanda, and the result was the exact reason you had sworn to never do it again.

Once you were sure she wasn't going to say anything to you, you took it as your cue to leave. To leave so Wanda could prepare her rejection speech for you. However, as soon as you put your hand to the door she spoke out.

"Please don't go."

You turned around slowly and met her light brown eyes you had always found impossible not to get lost in when you had your fingers or tongue inside her. You timidly went back to the bed and paused before sitting down next to her, facing the wall instead of her this time.

"I thought it was one sided." She started and you felt yourself begin to shake with nerves again. "I thought you didn't love me back." You looked to Wanda quickly and searched her features for any signs of a lie, any signs that she was setting you up to push you down but she was gazing back at you longingly with tears glistening in her eyes.

"When you confronted me about the mission, I was going to say it then, you knew that." You squeezed your eyes shut and nodded, remembering the fear you felt in that moment.

"I wasn't ready, I thought I wouldn't ever be but," You took a deep breath "I want to try, for you." You took ahold of Wanda's hand to reiterate your point. "I care about you too Wanda, so much. More than I could ever express or even handle and I didn't know what to do about it. I mean we've tried a fair few things now," You both laughed a little, "but it I don't think any of them are going to work as well as accepting it and...and I don't know." You looked to her for guidance because fuck did you need it. You needed Wanda to guide you down whatever path you chose to take, as long as she was there with you.

"Maybe we could start with something small." She suggested with a small smile that made her eyes shine.

"Like a coffee date?" You tried.

"Exactly like that." She confirmed, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Then I'll pick you up around 2." You said cheesily making Wanda laugh. "But first, I have to finish tending to this cut." You declared as you turned around to face her entirely and crossed your legs under you, pausing for a moment to give Wanda a short and sweet kiss.