#teenage lexa

[invisible-pink-toast]

“The woman dies.

She dies to provide a plot twist. She dies to develop the narrative. She dies for cathartic effect. She dies because no one could think of what else to do with her. Dies because there weren’t any better story ideas around. Dies because her death was the very best idea that anyone could come up with.

‘I’ve got it! Let’s kill her off!’

‘Yes! Her death will solve everything!’

‘Okay! Let’s hit the pub!’

And so, the woman dies. The woman dies so the man can be sad about it. The woman dies so the man can suffer. She dies to give him a destiny. Dies so he can fall to the dark side. Dies so he can lament her death. As he stands there, brimming with grief, brimming with life, the woman lies there in silence. The woman dies for him. We watch it happen. We read about it happening. We come to know it well.”

- The Woman Dies by Aoko Matsuda (translated by Polly Barton)

[indigowebz]

[lexa-griffins]

Just had the angstiest thought for older moms au. I wont do it but crying right now actually

[5t4r5and5uch01]

OMGOMGOMG WAIT WAIT AAVAJSBSHSH YESSS U DONT KNOW MUCH I NEEDED AN MM FANFIC RN AGHHHH THANK U SMMM FOR PUTTING ALL YOUR EFFORT AND ENERGY INTO THIS!! I’LL TELL U WHEN I READ IT :)))

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!! 💥💥

My part for the @mutantmayhemgiftexchange !!!!

This is a gift for @5t4r5and5uch01 who asked for the brothers taking care of each other after Superfly!!!!

Happy new years everyone!!!! ✨️🐢✨️

[maldaptivedreamer]

Green Looks Toxic On You

Part 3

At the quarry, you find a familiar friend, Lexa. When you both get closer, Bjorn interrupts.

content: Not proofread, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc characters, drugs/alcohol, enemies to lovers trope, Reader is flirty with a woman

wc: ~2.4k

a/n: Idk bout anyone else but titles and finding "aestheticy" pictures are a fucking struggle. Thanks for reading!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

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Golden strings of mismatched lights drape from the rough, jagged walls of the abandoned quarry, casting a warm glow over the makeshift dance floor below. Bodies sway and move in sync with the music. The air is thick and humid, carrying the pungent scent of sweat and alcohol mixed with the earthy aroma of dirt and rocks. The occasional whiff of cigarette smoke adds a tinge of sharp acridity to the already overwhelming aroma.

Your gaze lingers on her again - Lexa's dark locks cascade over her shoulders in wild waves, they grow even more wild as she throws her head back in a throaty laugh. Thick black eyeliner frames her pretty blue eyes.

Pursing your lips with a brief frown, you glance at Bjorn across from you. Seems like you have an unfortunate weakness for blue eyes.

Sinking into the musty couch, your attention returns to Lexa as she laughs with her friends. Taking a small sip of your beer, you lean in closer to Kay's ear. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to Lex."

She turns to face you, raising an eyebrow in response. Her tone is dry. “Yeah, you two usually do a lot of talking when you’re together.”

Chuckling, you lightly push your shoulder to hers in a nudge. “We talk plenty… But you’re right. I don’t wanna go over there to just talk.”

Navarro must have overheard because she interjects, her brown eyes glinting. Grinning, she teases. "You're not fooling anyone. We all know what talking means when it comes to you and Lexa."

You roll your eyes but can't help the smirk that tugs at your lips. "Jealous, Nav?"

She scoffs, "Please. I've got better things to do than watch you two voyeurs fumble around like horny teenagers."

Ignoring her jab, you stand up, dusting off your pants. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some talking to do."

In your peripheral, you can see his heated gaze and clenched jaw. But you ignore it.

Making your way across the quarry, you weave between dancing bodies. The bass thrums through your chest, matching the racing of your heartbeat as you approach Lexa. She sees you, her eyes locking onto yours and a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Hey there, stranger," she purrs as you sit beside her. "I was wondering when you'd come find me."

You shrug with a grin. “Thought I’d give it some time. You know, let the tension build a little.”

Grinning, she takes a drag of the joint between her fingers and you watch as it meets her lips. Smoky tendrils curl around her as she exhales and you’re reminded of the times you’d felt her lips on your own.

Nudging her, you silently gesture for the joint. A sly smirk forms on her lips. Your eyes darken with desire as she brings it back to her own mouth, inhaling deeply. Holding her breath, she leans in close and ghosts her lips over yours, teasing them with the lingering taste of smoke and her. Your heart races as she nudges you with her nose and grasps your chin, silently commanding you to part your lips.

You obey without hesitation and she exhales the smoke into your mouth, sending tingles down your spine. With dilated pupils and a burning hunger, you both come together in a slow passionate kiss.

With your hands intertwined, you gravitate closer to one other. The music and noise of the quarry fades away as you focus on each other.

Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, "You're so hot..."

The sound of your laughter echoes as you push her away, her leather-clad shoulder slipping easily from your grip. "Oh shut up," you scoff, unable to contain the smirk that tugs at your lips. "You're one to talk."

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she gestures over your shoulder. "Pretty boy over there certainly agrees with me," she says, a playful glint in her eyes.

Curious and amused, you follow her gesture, turning your head.

Though he’s far, still sitting with the others, Bjorn’s scowl is unmistakable. His body is rigid and he’s seething; the animosity, no doubt, directed towards you.

He moved. Must’ve taken your seat when you left.

Exhaling loudly through your nose, you roll your eyes and turn back to face her. Despite the tension that thickened the air between you and Bjorn, you choose to ignore it. You’ve been ignoring him for the past week, not caring to address his stares or his harsh muttering.

Your voice is terse and tight with anger, “Well, pretty boy can go fuck himself.”

Lexa grins as she takes another drag from the joint, her blue eyes bordered by red. Her playful tone cuts through the tension, “What’d he do now? Don’t get me wrong babe, I know he’s been a fucking asshole to you, but you’ve never avoided him like this. Well… not since you broke up.”

You scoff and briefly glance at him again. “We were never together.”

Lexa smirks and offers you the joint, “Mhm.”

Taking a drag, you sigh deeply. Smoke drifts from your lips as you talk, “All we did was flirt, we were friends. Now… we’re not? I don’t know. I dunno what the hell made him hate me so much, but...” Your voice trails off as you shake your head in frustration and take another hit from the joint.

Shrugging your shoulders, you try to shake off any thoughts about him. Thoughts that you refuse to address. Thoughts that have been weighing on your mind for a while.

"Enough about him.” Your voice is firm and slightly uncomfortable.

Taking a deep inhale from the joint, you immediately start coughing and sputtering. Lex chuckles as she takes it from you and takes her own hit. Through your coughs, you manage to say, "Alright, finish it so we can go dance."

Standing up, you pull her by the hand and glance back to see plumes of smoke escaping from her slightly parted lips. Navigating through swaying people, you guide her into the crowd.

The envious eyes that follow you go unnoticed.

You grasp her collar tightly and pull her towards you, savoring the rough texture of her worn leather jacket against your fingertips. Sliding a hand under her shirt, you rest your palm on the small of her back and nuzzle your nose into her warm skin.

Lexa's breath catches in her throat as she holds onto your hips, bringing one knee between your legs to draw you closer.

As she leans down for a quick kiss, you pay no attention to the stares from those around you, lost in the moment with Lexa. A soft moan escapes your lips as she trails kisses along your neck. You lightly run your nails over her scalp before being abruptly pulled away.

“What the fuck?!”, your angry voice causes a few glances, but they’re too drunk or high to care. You can't see his face, but the familiar dice tattoo on the back of his hand is a dead giveaway.

Fighting against the pull of him, Bjorn’s angry face comes into view. "Can we talk?" he demands.

Frowning, you look at Lexa with her swollen pink lips and let out a frustrated whine. “Now?”

His frown intensifies as he grits out, “Yes, now.”

Rolling your neck, you groan and shove his hand off. You feel Bjorn tense behind you as you move to her and lean into her ear, “I’m sorry, but I’m gonna go talk to him.”

Giving him a smirk, she gives your lips a light peck and loudly responds, “Sure, I'll be here when you're done.” Leaning in, she whispers in your ear with a grin, still staring over your shoulder. “Not together my ass. Make him beg babe.”

You give her a skeptical look before reluctantly laughing and some of your anger subsides. Stepping away from her, you catch the hateful look on Bjorn's face intensifying before he turns away.

The pulsing music fades, becoming a distant hum, as you follow Bjorn away from the crowd. He leads you to a secluded area near the quarry's edge. The cool night air hits your flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of bodies pressed together moments ago.

He stops abruptly and turns to face you, his blue eyes darkened with anger. For a moment, neither of you speak, the tension between you thick. The moonlight casts long shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the furrow of his brow.

"What do you want, Bjorn?" you finally ask, crossing your arms defensively. The irritation in your voice is palpable.

He runs a hand over his face, a gesture you've seen countless times before when he's frustrated. "Wha' are you doin’?" he asks, his voice low and tight.

You raise an eyebrow and pause, your mind moving slowly as it processes his question. "Dancing? Having fun? Not that it's any of your business."

Bjorn scoffs and nods mockingly, scratching under his chin. “Right, alrigh'…” Releasing a large breath, he faces you. "Listen, 'm sorry I was an asshole," he declares. "‘M sorry I said that you were selfish and 'm sorry I hurt you."

Examining his face, you can see the genuine regret etched into his features. Pursing your lips thoughtfully, you speak skeptically, "You called me a shit friend too," you remind him. "You've consistently been an asshole. Why apologize now?" The sound of your own voice surprises you with its coolness, betraying none of the emotions swirling inside of you.

“‘M apologizin’ cause you’d been avoiding everyone this past week cause of wha’ I did. An’ cause I realized tha’ I hurt you.”

You nod and shrug, “I didn’t avoid them, I avoided you. I still hung out with them, just not while you were there. I spent time with them because I’m not a shit friend.”

Covering his mouth with his hand, Bjorn scoffs under his breath.

Narrowing your eyes, your voice is sharp with sarcasm, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? You were in the middle of apologizing right? Orrrrr, am I being fucked with?”

Bjorn pauses and angrily smacks his lips together, “’M sorry I was an asshole and tha' I called you selfish.”

You wait for more, silently raising your brows and wave your hand in a motion for him to continue. Bjorn simply stares at you with a glare.

Scoffing, you throw your head back and look at the sky for a brief moment. Looking for patience or strength, you’re not sure.

Facing him, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth and put your hands on your hips. Nodding with a pursed frown, your voice is curt, “Alright , got it. Apology not accepted and don’t interrupt me for your bullshit again.”

Pushing past him, you move to leave but he catches your arm.

"Wait," Bjorn says, his grip firm but not painful. "‘M not done."

You turn back to face him, frustration evident in your features. "What else could you possibly have to say?"

He takes a deep breath, his blue eyes searching yours. "I do no’ like you hangin’ round with her."

The admission hangs in the air between you, heavy with implications. You blink, caught off guard.

"You what?" you say, disbelief coloring your tone. "Are you trying to tell me to stay away from Lexa?"

Bjorn's jaw clenches, and you can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. "She’s… she’s not good… for you," he finally says, his voice low. In shock, you don’t respond.

Your cackles of disbelief finally break the silence between you, but it adds to the tension. You gasp out, a shocked smile on your face, “I cannot fucking believe that you stopped me for this shit. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Letting loose a giggle, you wipe a tear. Bjorn is practically grinding his teeth together as his pale face flushes, in both embarrassment and anger.

You speak through a smile, “That’s gotta be the funniest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever said babe. I mean, c’mon now… The fucking audacity and disillusioned confidence you have to have to say that…”

Humming, your voice is condescending, “Bjorn, I want you look me in the eyes when I say this sweetheart…” Tilting your head, his blue eyes are locked with yours, “You… do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. Nobody but me can do that.”

Releasing a breath of astonished laughter, you continue, “Excuse me, is allowed to do that.”

Giving him a glare, you turn to walk home. You manage to make it a few feet from the quarry entrance before you hear rushed, angry footsteps behind you. “Where’re you goin’?”

Sighing through your nose. Your voice is terse. “Home. You ruined the fun I was having, so I’m leaving. Happy?”

You spin on your heel to leave, but Bjorn's rough grasp catches your arm once again. Jerking your arm out of his grasp, you whip around to face him with fire in your eyes as you hiss out, “Stop fucking doing that!”

He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender, but still follows closely behind you.

He scoffs, taking note of your tense posture and clenched fists. “Do you really not have anything to say? No apologies for the shit you’ve said to me?”

Not pausing, you quicken your strides. “The only thing I’m sorry for is not fucking ignoring you to get fucked by Lex.”

Bjorn's voice is choked with emotion and it makes you falter in your steps, but you refuse to stop. “What about the shit you’ve done? Or not done?”

You remain silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Bjorn's shuffling feet come to a halt behind you. “Was any of it ever real? Did you ever care? Or were you always a fake backstabbing bitch.” His words hang in the air, heavy with accusation and pain.

Whipping around, you rush to him, voice incredulous. “What the fuck does-”

A loud alarm interrupts you. Chests heaving in anger, you both observe the flashing siren pole. An automated voice plays over the blaring siren. Severe rain approaching. Seek shelter immediately.

Groaning, you pull at your hair in frustration.

The ominous clouds loom on the horizon, casting a foreboding shadow over the already dark and dreary sky. As you take in your surroundings, you realize how far you've walked in your frustrated state.

You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you recognize familiar landmarks. Unconsciously, you reach for his hand. It's warm and engulfs your own.

Determination sets in as you tightly clasp his hand. He follows behind you wordlessly. "I know a shelter not too far from here," you announce, your voice steady despite the storm that rages within both your heart and the sky above.

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Objective: Teenage Dreams.

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Tags: Pride month, bisexual Wanda, mutual pining, canon divergence, lesbian Natasha.

A/n: My gift before pride ends lol, it a little rushed but uhh... I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. It's kind of a crack fic honestly, just good vibe for ye gays :D (Ps. sorry if there are mistakes I kind rushed this andd it's been a while.)

Summary: It's pride month and Wanda still hasn't made her move. Being the self-proclaimed greatest ally, Y/n and two other decided to give them a push.

On lazy days like these, Wanda usually spends it by reading a book, maybe binge watching some shows. Other times she spends it with her brother, but ever since joining the Avengers, Pietro has made it his ultimate goal to have Steve Roger's physique. He trained almost day and night, honestly Wanda could enter the gym at 9 in the morning finding her brother in the middle of a workout, and by the time she was finished he was still there.

Often time he was also with her best friend, who is now his gym buddy, Y/n Romanoff. Who was just as much of a gym rat as Pietro. Honestly, the amount of time they stare at themselves in the mirror was concerning. She's almost sure she had passed a video on social media featuring them titled; 'How to train like an Avenger'

So nowadays she spends her free time alone, even though she wishes she could spend it with a certain beautiful redhead-

Although it wasn't all that bad. Wanda had found a new fixation to spend her time on. Which was Fanfictions.

Now how does one stumbles upon this... wonderful world you might ask? Well for Wanda it started when she was watching a new TV Show she had recently discovered called, The 100. It was fun until they killed off one of her favorite character, Lexa. Wanda naturally dropped the show in an instant. During one of her rants to one of the new recruits, Kate Bishop then sent her a link leading to a website followed a text that read; "The showrunners might break your heart, but fanfiction authors will be there to pick up the pieces."

And Wanda... Fell down the rabbit hole from there.

At first all she searched was merely about wlw couples on her favorite movies and shows, like that one Supergirl TV show she had been recently watching. Or that one cute show called 'Everything Sucks' that got canceled after one season. Basically any wlw couples she started to like, but couldn't be explored due to the showrunners being a pus-

It didn't matter, she founded the holy-site that held all the stories in the world. Then, when she found nothing else to read there, it lead her journey to... a site that shares the same name as drinking bottle; Tumblr. Minus the 'e'.

The site gave her access to a whole new world and whole lot more stories. It was on this website that she found out there was a whole fandom for the Avengers, and many stories was written about them in different scenarios. Sometimes it was cute, other times it was... questionable-

You can't really blame her, can't you? Her name and the word mommy was basically inseparable on this site.

This was where she learned that people have also been 'shipping' one Avenger and the other. Curiosity got the better of the witch when she started to search herself... and a certain former Russian spy. She was surprised to see how many stories were written about them here. Wanda... may have gotten a little out of hand.

This was her guilty pleasure. Reading stories about her crush and herself in a scenario instead of actually trying to talk to her. Can you blame her though? She was what the internet describes as a 'Loser Lesbian'.

The little voice in her head prefers the word 'Useless Lesbian', which wasn't even accurate as she mostly resonates more with Bisexuality-

"Happy gay month, cus you know you bi and stuff!" Ah there it is, the 'little voice' burst through her door unannounced, causing Wanda to yelp and quickly shut her laptop close to hide her 'shameful' activity.

Wanda glared at the young Romanoff who was carrying 3 different items in his hand and approaching her on the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with-"

"Here, I got you a gay balloon cus it got all the color because it's GAY."

"Y/n-" She reluctantly takes the balloon.

"And I gotchu a vinyl album with that Sweater Weather song cus you Bi." He handed her the vinyl, how thoughtful.

"Ok-"

Lastly, "And I baked you a cake that says, 'BeeEE who yoOOUUu aaRREEE, for YooUURE PRiiiDEEEEeeeEE'" He sang the word off tune.

"Ok- Thank you... Uhm-" She grabs all the items and looks at them with confusion. "This is..." Wanda furrowed her eyes at her friend. "Why- Why did you do this, why are you doing this??"

"You know... Cus you're Bi!"

"I'm well aware of that fact."

"Well my dearest Wanda, in this holy month of June I have a very important mission to accomplish." The young Romanoff suddenly jumps on her bed and dramatically opens his arms as if he was some kind of showman. "I'm gonna get you a woman!"

The youngest Maximoff cringes her face and with a flick of her wrist she knock the soldier off her bed, earning a high pitch scream from him. "First of all, you can't get a woman for yourself how do you expect to get me a girlfriend."

"I have plenty of girls!" He said rather defensively as he sat up on the floor.

"And second, why is this so important to you?"

"What you don't want a girlfriend?"

"I still like guys you know."

He rolled his eyes, "I know that, but you always told me you wanted to try dating girls."

"Not just girls... a girl-" She mumbles.

"What was that?" The man raised a teasing eyebrow.

"Nothing! Now shut up, you haven't answered my question." Wanda said while huffing and crossing her arms.

"Because my dearest friend being Bisexual is one thing, but being bi yourself is just sad-" That statement earned him a rightful pillow thrown at him at full speed. Which he thankfully manages to deflect this time with his reflex.

Wanda then groans and plops on her bed. "You're not going to stop, are you?"

"Nope." Y/n even popped the 'p' to emphasize his point. With a roll of her eyes, Wanda agrees with an exaggerated fine and he joined her on the bed with a grin. "Now, first thing on the list is we need to get you some new clothes."

Wanda hastily sat up looked down at her current outfit and glanced at the mirror in her room. She gave him a stinky eye. "What's wrong with my clothes??" This rude bitch-

"Nothing..." Y/n said rather sassily, "I just... think it might need a little spice is all." Without asking for her permission, Y/n grabs her laptop out of her reach and opens it. "I was thinking we could- WHOAAA..."

"What's- NO!" Her eyes widens in panic has her dirty little secret have been exposed. The witch lunges herself to him only for the young super soldier to hold out a hand to keep her at a distance while staring bewildered at the screen before him. "GIVE IT BACK."

"OH MY GOD???? YOu into this shit?!!" Oh the young Romanoff was having the time of his life. He grinned as he looked at what the story was about, "Natasha Romanoff x Reader? Ohhh ho HO, you really llike her huh-?"

"Y/n I swear to god, GIVE IT BACK." She yelled, Wanda was fucking furious. She already had an annoying brother to deal with, what was she thinking adding Y/n into the mix.

"I want to see your blog." It was like she was seeing red, blood thumping in her brain.

Wanda screeched like a maniac, suddenly overpowering the super soldier. She was practically sitting on top of him wrestling with the now closed laptop, Y/n hugged the laptop close. "Y/N I WILL KILL YOU!"

"I JUST WANT TO SEE!"

"NEVER!" Their screaming was probably heard all over the compound as they wrestle for Wanda's laptop. However, a stern voice stopped their childish fight.

"Enough, both of you!" The two whipped their head to the door to see Natasha crossing her arms and looking at them expectantly. The two scurry off of each other and Wanda made a final yank on her laptop out of his reach. The two stood up like guilty children caught in a fight.

"He took my laptop without permission." Wanda spoke up before Y/n could open his mouth. The look of betrayal on his face brings pleasure to Wanda as Natasha's anger was now directed to him.

"You-"

"Y/n, you know better than to take other people's personal things." Natasha glared at her little brother.

"You're just going to believe her right out of the gate?!" He retorted.

"It's the truth!" Wanda said while hugging her laptop tightly.

"You little snitch-" The super soldier turned to face her challengingly. Before the two were about to enter yet another screaming match, Natasha's stern voice puts them in their place once again.

"You two are acting like children. I have enough of this, Y/n if you don't stop this childish nonsense I'll have you grounded from any missions."

"You can't do that?!" His eyes practically bulge out of it's eye socket.

"I can, and I will." Natasha's death stare easily intimidates him as he quickly mumbles an apology to Wanda. The spy's gaze turned to the witch with soft and caring look, unlike the one she gave to her sibling. "Wanda, if he gives you anymore trouble you let me know ok?"

"Thank you, Natasha." Wanda said shyly, a faint blush visible on her cheek. The redhead smiled at her before giving one last glare to Y/n and left to god-knows-where.

It was so painfully obvious that the two liked each other. Except the only one that fail to realize that is themselves. Operation Scarlet Widow was going to be a lot more difficult than he anticipated, Y/n might need a little backup.

"I seriously don't get why you can't just ask her out instead of reading a bunch of stories-"

This annoying fuck- "DON'T talk to me about that!" She suddenly uses her powers to float him out of her room. "I don't wanna hear about it-" She practically throws him out, Y/n lies on the floor while looking at his friend bewildered. Wanda gave one last glare and shuts the door on his face.

"But-"

"And stay out!" Her voice yelled from inside the room.

Being the annoying friend that he is, he got onto his feet and proceeds to bug the shit out of the witch. Y/n started with those gentle knocks on the door. "Honeyyy-" He teased her.

"Ohmyfuckinggod. Don't call me that!" Wanda yells again. Y/n snickers at her response.

"Wanda, come on..." He knocks again, hearing no response the soldier knocks on the door harder. "You can't hide forever, come out!"

"Jokes on you, I already am!"

"Not what I meant, but ok!" He snickers again, clearly Wanda would not be opening the door anytime soon. He makes his way to the gym to recruit some people who shall help him in this mission.

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Upon entering the training grounds, Y/n found Yelena and Pietro in the middle of a sparring session. Only these two would spend their Sundays training.

"Dearest Brother, nice of you to join us." Of course Yelena would know it was him, despite having her back facing Y/n.

"Let me know when you want to spar with someone who can actually throw a punch." The soldier said with a smirk.

"Fuck you, Romanoff!" The silver-haired speedster gave him the finger before focusing back on his opponent. "You're the one who's lacking, I thought super soldiers could do this all day?"

Y/n scoffed, "Oh please, I can take you down without breaking a sweat. You rely mostly on your powers."

"Barf, are you going to keep bothering us or join us?" Yelena said with a roll of her eyes, using the distraction Pietro surges forward in an attempt to tackle Yelena. Although she may not have powers, her skills were beyond his years. Using the techniques taught by none other than her own sister, Yelena manages to take down the speedster with ease.

"Hah!" She snorted seeing Pietro with his face on the ground and tapping the floor to announce his defeat. Yelena gets off of him with a smirk on her face.

"Oh come on! If this was a real fight you know you wouldn't stand a chance." The speedster grumbles.

"I'm not denying that, but take that power away and you're just another damsel in distress."

Pietro narrowed his eyes. In the midst of her overconfidence, he uses his powers to knock Yelena on the feet, causing her to fall backwards onto her ass. Normally, her instinct would've kicked in and she would prepare for the fall, but this time Pietro stands in triumph while crossing his arms with a smirk on his face.

"Bitch." Yelena mumbles in Russian before dusting herself off.

"Now if you're both finished, I would like to make an offering." Y/n said while putting his fingers together like some menace business man with bad intention.

"You want to steal Tony's car and do a high speed race on the highway? I call dibs on the Mclaren." Yelena spoke up.

"So long as I get the Ferrari-" Pietro chimes in.

"No, but we'll get back into that because I always wanted to try his Audi. What I have is, how would you feel on playing cupid for our dearest sisters?" Yelena only raises an eyebrow while Pietro squints his eyes.

"I am getting sick of seeing them practically eye-fucking each other at the gym." Yelena started.

"Hey, that's my little sister." Pietro said while puffing his chest out playing the overprotective big brother role.

Yelena rolled her eyes, "She's 27 dipshit, and you're only 12 minutes older."

"Still my little sister..."

"Look we can all agree that these two needs to sort out their feelings, and since the two are completely useless as one is an idiot who thinks staring will magically get her a date. And the other has deep traumatic issues where she struggles to have proper relationship due to her upbringing. I'd say, maybe they need a little third party help?" Y/n opens his arms as if to wait if any of the two objects.

"And how do you plan on pulling this off?" Yelena asked.

"I was hoping you might help me figure that out." Y/n threw back the question. Yelena rolled her eyes.

"So you came to us for help empty handed?"

"Well I would argue dedication and sheer will counts for something." Y/n puffed out his chest, he clearly has nothing.

"We don't even know if Natasha likes Wanda back." Pietro chimes in, which earns him a raised eyebrow from the two Russians.

"It's hard to miss."

"Yeah, I can see the oblivious genes runs in the Maximoff's."

Maybe it was less obvious to someone who was not close to Natasha, she was a trained spy overall. And these two were practically raised to be more observant than others. Or that could just be the oblivious Maximoff genes.

"All I know is, Wanda has had this crush ever since she stole Natasha's jacket."

Y/n furrowed his eyebrows at Pietro. "Wasn't that like... a year ago with Ultron?" Yelena barks out a laugh, "You mean to tell me she's been pinning on Natasha for a year??"

Pietro shrugs his shoulders and smirked, "Wanda has bigger pool, but I'm the one getting all the girls."

"Barf-" Yelena said while fake gagging, earning a jab on the rib by Pietro. "If we want a shot for our dearest love birds we have to be quick, cause I'm noticing a certain android having his eyes on Wanda."

"Who, the toaster?" Pietro said while cringing his face.

"Ok... I can see you don't seem so fond of the guy, and Vision's not so bad y'know-" Y/n said, it's not that he was close with Vision. But he didn't understand why Pietro would look so utterly disgusted.

"No, he's not bad. But if this works out, you and I would be brothers for real, y'know?"

Damn... This was true brotherhood. "Bro..."

"Bro..."

The two hugged like it was something out of a bromance movie. Yelena could only watch with her arms crossed, wondering what the fuck was going on. However, while the two gym rats were having their moment, a plan formed in her mind.

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The trio sprang into action in an instant, ordering a bunch of pizzas, heading to the city to grab some supplies, thankfully alcohols were already taken cared of.

"Ok! Now we just need everybody here." Y/n said with a satisfied grin whilst taking a shot to give himself a head start. Yelena mimicked his movement and so did Pietro.

"FRIDAY, assemble the team to the common room." The AI gave Pietro the acknowledgement, soon enough the team entered the common room with a confused look.

"What's going on?" Steve was first to spoke up as he looked around the decorated room with food and beverages.

Wanda glances to a certain redhead a few meters away from her, Natasha initially had a bored look on her face, arms crossed, and was probably mentally preparing herself to whatever the hell her siblings had in mind. And it was as if the spy felt a pair of eyes on her she looked to the side and locked eyes with Wanda, instantly, the corner of Natasha's mouth pulled into a tiny smile and a small shrug.

Wanda blushed instantly and turned her gaze to the floor, tucking a hair behind her ear. The trio, saw this and glances at one another.

"Well dearest teammates." Y/n started, taking a microphone and speaking to it as if he was an mc. "Tonight will be the night-"

"What's with the mic, Y/n?" Natasha asked with a roll of her eyes.

"I was getting there," He responded while putting his hand up, "Tonight Is the night we let loose!" He whooped, yet the only one cheered with him was Pietro.

"Seriously?" Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n scoffed at his teammates, looking at all the low faces and annoyed faces. "Sam! Come on, you're always game." He asked, needing ATLEAST someone to be in it.

Sam sighed, "Man, I would but honestly I was looking forward to sleep early tonight." Y/n looked at him as if his heart had been stabbed.

"Wanda??" He asked his best friend, and Wanda groaned at him. Oh this was a rough start.

"Honestly, I'm in the mood for some me time and not... whatever this is." She replied indicating to the alcohol bottles on the table.

"Sorry kid, looks like everyone is super tired." Steve added with a pity look, "Maybe next time plan things out."

"But that's boring!" Pietro exclaimed, and speeds to every single one handing out a shot glass filled with vodka.

"It's not just any normal drinking night, there's singing involved." Yelena finally chimed in while dunking another shot.

"Yelena, you can't possibly be part of this." Natasha asked her sister, and Yelena shrugged in respond.

"Any reason to grab Tony's alcohol is as good as any." The blonde replied.

Everyone glanced at one another, shot glass in hand, contemplating their decision. "Think of it like a team bonding." Y/n talked again, he cocked his head at Yelena who turns on a song and a familiar tune started playing, a song that would get anyone from any generation dancing (excluding Steve, perhaps). Dancing Queen by Abba.

Y/n had a goofy grin on his face, dancing into the tune, Pietro followed through while Yelena occasionally bopped her head. Sam was the first to grow a grin on his face. Steve, Natasha and Wanda looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "It's Abba!" The falcon said as a matter of factly, he then downed in shot.

"That's the spirit!" Y/n said excited as Sam danced to his direction.

Hesitantly, cap started to walk forward earning a disbelief gasp from Natasha. "Rogers, really...?"

"I mean, I really did enjoyed Mama Mia...." The American boy said with a sheepish smile.

As soon as the lyric's intro came in, Y/n puts an arm around Steve with a microphone in hand. "You can dance!"

"You can jive!" Sam pulled the microphone to himself.

"Having the time of your life!" Those who were already in the circle sang simultaneously, Natasha rolled her eyes but if you squint you could see a tiny smile there. Meanwhile Wanda shifted closer to Natasha watching the group in amusement.

"See that girl!" Y/n pointed at the two, and the other followed. "Watch that scene, digging the dancing queen." He sang, "Come on dancing queens get in here!"

Natasha shook her head fondly, holding back a smile.

"Wanda, Wanda, I know you want to join us girrlll..." Y/n said playfully to his best friend, the boys and Yelena were beckoning her to join. Natasha looked to her side and true enough, Wanda was biting her lips, contemplating whether or not she should join. "You like this song don't lie! Natasha, help me out." Wanda did in fact like this song.

The way her body swayed subtly to the rhythm, her eyes glinting with anticipation, the only thing that's holding Wanda back was herself. Fuck it, Natasha thought to herself. She then held Wanda's arms and dragged her into the group who cheered when they joined. "Wha- Nat, no I-"

"Come on, little witch." Natasha said, turning to face Wanda and raised her shot glass. "Loosen up a bit."

God, Wanda couldn't decline, especially when her crushed smirked like that. They clinked their shot glass and downed their drinks.

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As the clock got closer to midnight, the more they drank, and the more they drank, the more chaotic it gets. The song they choose ranges to many different genres, in the beginning Pietro and Y/n mostly sang something boyish, like rap or rock. Then as the two gets progressively drunker they sang something what would be describe as 'Girly Pop'.

Steve sang some old 40s song, which was refreshing especially after hearing Y/n's off tune singing voice. Everybody except Natasha was surprised to hear Yelena singing American Pie wholeheartedly, Natasha even sat next to her and sang it with her briefly.

Although the highlight of the night was probably the time Yelena, Pietro and Y/n sang and dance to the song 'Wannabe' by Spice Girls. Natasha had to hid her face with her hand while Sam was laughing his ass off and leaning to Steve for support. Wanda was like a giggling maniac the whole time as she was secretly recording it for some black mailing material on her twin.

Mid-song, Yelena pulled her brother subtly and pushing a very drunk Pietro forward. "Take it for a spin, Maximoff!"

"So, here's a story from a to z-!" Pietro started rapping his part drunkenly.

"She's not drunk enough." Yelena said to Y/n who was trying to stable himself.

"Yep, the alcohol hasn't hit her yet, and Pietro's not going to be much help-" Y/n covered his mouth suddenly as he felt a vomit, he then answered after seeing Yelena's raised eyebrow. "Sorry- Don't worry I got this, hold a bottle."

"Slam your body down and wind it all around!" Pietro continued singing with Yelena twirling his ass in what this generation would describe as 'slay' manner, Y/n drunkenly sauntered over to Wanda who panicked when he started pulling her to the make shift stage.

"No- No, let me go, Y/n!" Wanda protested.

"Just take a shot and come with!" Y/n practically yanked her and they stumbled over to the middle of the living room. "Cheers!" He said while knocking his glass with hers and Wanda finally relents and knocked back her shot.

"-make it last forever, friendship never ends!" Y/n sang while putting an arm around his best friend, Wanda cringes at the bitter taste of the alcohol, she had a few drinks in already but she was never really fond at the taste of vodka.

"Wanda!" Yelena said, suddenly putting an arm around the her as well. "Oh, honey, you emptied your glass already."

"N-no, Yelena, I just dra-"

"Don't you worry, I got you." Yelena said while pouring her another shot, Wanda's eyes widens. She glances to the side and locked eyes with Natasha who raised a teasing eyebrow at her. "Yes, now we cling!" The blonde haired woman said while raising her glass.

Reluctantly, Wanda clinked their glass awkwardly and took a deep breath before taking another shot. She doesn't know how many shots she have taken from that moment, all she knew was that she felt like dancing.

Natasha watched as Wanda's dance move progressively become more fluid and at ease in contrast to her usual shy self. The spy smiled to herself, dance with her. Natasha shook her head at the impulsive thoughts. At some point during the song 'Teenage Dreams' by Katy Perry, Wanda was handed a mic by Yelena. Thankfully this time Wanda was drunk enough not to refuse, and instead grinned like a goof.

When Wanda sang the second verse, Natasha almost lost her breath because she sounded so... beautiful.

"We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets."

Wanda sang with her eyes closed, smile on her face, swaying her body to the rhythm. "I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece, I'm complete." The witch opened her beautiful green eyes just to have a similar looking ones staring right back at her.

Wanda giddily approached Natasha and extend her hand, "Wanda-"

"Come onn, Tasha!" Wanda pleaded. Tasha, well that's new-

Natasha hesitantly looked around, the trio were holding onto each other while slurring to the song, Sam had passed out, and Steve... Well, he gave Natasha a knowing look before helping Sam up to his feet and gave Natasha a look that says 'Don't mess this up, Romanoff.' And walking off with a drunken Sam.

"We can dance, until we die. You and I..." Wanda sang waiting for Natasha to finally grab her hand, finally the spy relents and took the witch's offering hand. "-we'll be young forever!"

Wanda practically yanks Natasha into the middle of the living room.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back!"

The younger woman puts a hand on Natasha's shoulder, swaying her hips while singing the lyrics. Natasha was unsure if she should put her hand on Wanda, keep it to the side, on Wanda's waist perhaps?

"My heart stops." The witch suddenly tilt Natasha's chin so their eyes meet. "When you look at me," Natasha's breath hitched in her throat, "just one touch...." And the rest of the lyrics seems to died on Natasha's ears as all she could see was a drunken state Wanda making her confession crystal clear.

Wanda turned and moved her body sensually against Natasha, without hesitation, the older woman puts a firm hand on Wanda's hips to guide her moves. Wanda shivered when she felt Natasha's hot breath on her ear. "Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans." She grabs Natasha's hand and trail it up her body, a silent plea to the older woman to touch her. "Be your teenage dream tonight..."

Fuck... if Natasha had no self-restraint, she would've taken Wanda here and there. "Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans" Wanda turns around to face Natasha again and this time the younger one guided Natasha's hand to rest on her thighs. "Be your teenage dream tonight...."

The song reached it's mini pause. Wanda, almost in desperation and system full of alcohol wrapped her arms around Natasha and leaned in til their nose was touching. "I want to kiss you so bad..." She whispered.

"I-" The redhead was at lost for words, her eyes looking deep into those beautiful green eyes, searching for any signs of hesitation. Blown pupils were looking right back at her, slowly it travels down to Natasha's lips. Fuck this.

As soon as the song started again, Natasha gently cup Wanda's face with one hand and pulled her into a soft kiss. Oh Wanda's heart could explode right about now, for a second her mind became stone-cold sober so it could remember this moment properly. Wanda drops the microphone she was holding and puts her hand on the older woman's cheeks, using her thumb to caress her soft delicate skin.

"You make me, Feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream The way you turn me on, I can't sleep Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back."

The two women were now lost in their own world, they failed to notice the cheers from their own respective (very drunk atm) siblings. Wanda was taller than Natasha, but she went on her tippy toes and wrapped her slender arms around the spy. Natasha craned her neck a little, smiling into the kiss, her arms securely on (her) the little witch's waist.

"My heart stops, when you look at me. Just one touch, now baby I believe this is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back."

Wanda felt like she was on cloud nine, feeling Natasha's soft lips on hers. Oh those sweet plump lips she's been day dreaming about for months, honestly, she felt like the main character in a movie. A teenager if you will in a coming off age movie, is this what Simon felt like from Love, Simon? The song was quite spot on, as Natasha made her feel like a teenager once again, or at least what she assumes a teenager would feel. She never really got to properly enjoyed her teenage years, but here she is. With the woman of her dreams.

"We're siblings for real!" They finally broke the kiss after hearing a drunken Y/n made the statement, arms on both Yelena and Pietro who were just as equally drunk as him. Pietro mimicked his sentence, and Yelena only nodded her head while occasionally raising her glass. Natasha and Wanda shared a look as they held each other, the spy snorted while her counterpart giggled at the scene.

It seems like the trio had put Katy Perry's song on shuffle, because the beat to 'Last Friday Night' started playing.

They started chanting "We did it!" matching their words to the tune of the song, the two couple shared a look.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" Natasha asked, a small smile on her face.

"Yes, please." Wanda replied shyly before being dragged out of the living room by Natasha.

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The witch woke up groggily on her bed, her eyes needed time to adjust to the light that were peaking into her room. She groaned and fell back onto the bed with a thud, shielding herself from the light like a vampire allergic to it. "Ugh... what did Yelena put in my drinks." She grumbles.

All of the sudden everything came rushing back into her memory like a tidal wave. I kissed Natasha...

She hastily sat on her bed and looked around. She remembered they kissed, but... how did they end up here. Wanda remembered Natasha asking her to move out of the living room, oh my god did we slept together? The witch's face started to match her battle suit as she thought of the possibility, wish I could've remembered.

Her throat felt dry so she decided to grab herself some drinks in the kitchen. And to her surprise, Natasha was already there. Humming to herself and cooking breakfast, Wanda let in a sharp breath at the sight. Of course, being the trained spy that she is, Natasha greeted Wanda without having to turn around.

"Good morning, Wanda. Slept well?" Natasha asked kindly.

"I don't know how you do that." Wanda muttered.

The spy chuckles to herself, "What I was trained for, little witch. I already put a glass of water for you by the table. Bacon and eggs alright?"

Wanda glanced at the table and surely enough Natasha already prepped a big jug of water and a glass for her. "Oh thank you, you're a godsent..." The younger woman took a seat and dawned her water, and then also her second glass of water.

Natasha walked by her and set a plate for both herself and Wanda. "What a night was it?" She said with a hint of tease.

The brunette only nodded her head while drinking her water like it was the last one on earth. She dropped her glass with a sigh of relief and glances at Natasha, a faint blush appeared on her cheek almost immediately. Wanda cleared her throat before answering, "It was, thank you for breakfast."

"You're welcome." She replied simply, her body still angled a little to the side, one arm propped on the head of the chair whilst staring intently at Wanda.

"Natasha, I..." Wanda started, oh god suddenly her throat feels dry again. The spy gave a small nod, urging her to continue. The younger woman started fidgeting with her finger. "I don't regret it," Wanda finally looks at her. "Kissing you, all of it, I don't regret any of it."

A smile tugged the corner of Natasha's lips, but before she could answer, Wanda started rambling on.

"B-but it's ok if you don't feel the same. Or that it was just a heat in the moment kind of thing."

"Wanda, relax." The older woman put a gentle hand on Wanda, she inhaled sharply at Natasha's action. "Listen... I'm no better at this. However, if your interested, I would like to take you out on a date." Natasha smiled at her, oh god, Wanda's heart was beating a mile minute. Wait, wait, she said date?

"I- Yes, I would love that." Wanda averted her gaze, the intensity of Natasha's green eyes was too much. The sheer intensity of the spy's gaze could turn her into a puddle of mess.

"Good, I've been dying to try this restaurant." Natasha said while turning her body now to face her breakfast, she took one bite of the bacon before continuing. "I hope Southeast Asian cuisine isn't too spicy for you." The spy said teasingly.

"Oh please, you underestimate me." Wanda responded with a slight bump of their shoulders, yet a question still lingers on her mind. "Hey uh... Sorry, I was just wondering. Did we uh... do anything?"

"What do you mean? We kissed." Natasha answered cluelessly.

"Yeah, but I remember you took me to my room. I couldn't remember anything from there, so... I was just wondering if we did anything." Wanda asked, her voice progressively gets more timid the more she explains.

"Hmmmm, like what? Watching a movie?" The spy said while looking up to the ceiling as if deep in thoughts, small smirk on her face.

"Tasha, stop messing around." Wanda said with a playful eyeroll.

"Tasha, huh? That's new." She continued to teased her little witch. Wanda playfully pouted her lips, of course Natasha couldn't help but give in to that. "Don't worry, little witch, nothing happened. I took you to your room, we made out for a little bit and before you finally fell a sleep in my arms. It was a adorable." Natasha added the last bit with a shrug and a smirk.

Wanda's face got increasingly red, "Ugh..." She groaned at hid her face in her hand. "I'm sorry."

"Don't hide that pretty face, as I said, it was adorable." Natasha pried away Wanda's hand, the witch relents and was greeting with a fond smile from Natasha. One she rarely saw, god she's so fucking beautiful.

And unfortunately for them, it had to be ruined by the trio... Again.

"Ughh.... my head-" Y/n groaned.

"I feel like skipping gym today." Pietro chimed in.

"Keep up." Yelena responded with a bored tone. She was sweating, probably went on a run.

Wanda and Natasha mentally cursed at themselves and returned to their own respective breakfast. The trio rummages through the kitchen, finding cereals and bowls, Yelena opted for an apple instead. They sat down across Natasha and Wanda, Y/n was first to point out the obvious of course.

"So...?" He asked them excitedly.

"So what?" Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.

Only for him to raised his eyebrow right back, "Did you guys shag?" Yelena piped in, Pietro groaned.

"No, don't answer that-" The older Maximoff covered his ears while Wanda shrunk in her seat.

"I'll take that as a yes!" Y/n yelled excitedly.

"First of all, we didn't." Natasha said firmly, "And second, I don't see how that's any of your business."

"Oh, but it is." The redhead narrowed her eyes at him, but it was too early to deal with her brother's antics.

"Look whatever you saw, zip it." Natasha stated, "I personally want to keep this under wrap, if this goes out to the press they're going to have a lot of questions and I don't want to deal with that."

"I'll second that." Wanda muttered, casting Natasha a grateful look to which the older woman smiled in response.

Y/n scoffed, "Whatever, I'm great at keeping secrets. Beside, I'm just glad the whole sexual tension can now be resolved-" He shuts up immediately upon seeing Natasha's glare.

After a few minutes of silence and eating their breakfast, Y/n's phone notification started going off like crazy. "Oh, Piet I think one of our videos got viral."

"Where let me see." Pietro leaned over to take a look, and upon opening the app, their eyes quickly widens. "Why would you upload that?!"

"I didn't! I must've- Fuck..." Y/n panicked, and by that, really panicked.

"What's going on?" Natasha asked.

"Nothing!" The two men said simultaneously, fuck... if Natasha finds out they're screwed. However, before they could delete the evidence, Natasha snatched the phone from her brother's hand. Wanda leaned closer to take a look and gasped. Yelena only snorted and excuse herself as she had an idea where this was going.

It was a footage of them, kissing, wrap up in each other's arms, lip tight in a passionate lock. Fuck, Katy Perry was right, Pictures of last night ended up online and they were screwed. "Y/n..." Natasha said warningly.

Without a second thought Y/n dashed away from the table with Pietro who zooms past him with his superspeed.

"I'll fucking kill you both!" Was Natasha's last word before hunting them down one by one.

[skeyfruit]

I know that he has yellow eyes, but it always seemed to me that they were blue, in any case, this is canon for me. Also, about the age of these three, some say that they were teenagers, others that they were already adults, there is no exact information, but if you think about it this way, if Scar was the youngest of them, then perhaps he was not an adult. If you think about human years, I think it’s somewhere around Scar 16, Chopper 17, and Celtic 20?? For some reason it seems so to me

Another reason why I think so is his damn young appearance, after all, he was specially made prettier than others so that they would empathize with him so much, the only hunter with a puppy-dog look

Oh, Lexa didn't comment on Scar's appearance in the movie, but I think something like this flashed through her head

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Beginning to Bond

Part 5

Star Crossed Enemies

My body twitched slightly while I was asleep against one of the cave walls until I felt a rough hand shaking me harshly by the shoulder.  The voice nit entirely familiar causing me to draw out a dagger and push it against the person's neck.  “Cassio, wake up.  Cassio  - Cass - it's me.  It's Bellamy.” 

“What were you trying to do, kill me in my sleep?” I glared at him waiting for his response before I ever would lower the weapon. 

“You were screaming in your sleep.  I had one of the other people in my camp have nightmares so I knew it was better to wake up more than let you suffer.” 

I shifted my gaze to meet his deep gaze.  “How old is the person that has nightmares?” 

“She’s just a kid.  Maybe 10 or 11.  Her name is Charlotte.” He explained softly to me. 

Lowering the dagger from his throat I blinked back some tears thinking back to my childhood.  My mom did the best she could but she still always favored Clarke.  Considering she was now down here something really bad must have happened up on the Ark to drop them a down here.  

Clicking my tongue I sent him a weak smile appreciating the gesture.  “Thank you for waking me.  Most of the time I just drag myself out of my nightmares with little relief when I wake up for the first five minutes.” 

“I'm sorry.  That sounds horrible.” 

Shrugging my shoulders I sniffed feeling some tears trying to slip out. “I've been through much worse.  So it's just my life.” 

Grounders don't show weaknesses 

Lexa would be disappointed I was beginning to share information with him.  But she wasn't here.  She wasn't being held prisoner, I was.  I wouldn't disclose our secrets but I could share some of mine.  

“I know we don't know each other but maybe we can start to.  The fog doesn't seem to be clearing anytime soon and I don't really want to burn to death in an attempt to make it back to camp.” He leaned back against the cold cave wall sitting beside me where we saw the green fog still lingering on the outside of the shelter we had found for ourselves. 

Hugging my knees to my chest I raised my brows.  “Are you meaning like a 20 question game?” 

“If you're up to it.  Yeah I am.” He replied pointing at me.  “Ladies first.” 

Biting my lip I paused thinking I should start with basic things.  “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Mine is orange.” 

The older boy shifted his focus onto me.  “Did you have any friends growing up?” 

“Not really.  There’s a major reason why and it has to do with my relationship with one of people’s doctors.  But anyway I had basically one that is still my best friend.  Her name is - was Glass.” 

Bellamy raised a brow staring at me curiously.  “Describe her to me.” 

“Um, it’s been a while but she - she had blonde hair and blue eyes from what I can remember.” I scratched the side of my head thinking back on the last time I saw her.  “Why do you want to know?”

He responded back to me.  “Because I bumped into her before I got on the dropship and she didn’t.” 

“Wait a minute.  Are you saying that she’s still on the Ark?  She’s up there with those assholes.” I clutched my hands into fists in my lap unsure if I should feel anger or relief that they didn’t float her for getting pregnant as a teenager. 

The older Blake sibling blinked his eyes a few times not saying a word.  He wasn’t sure what to say back to the grounder in front of him.  He rubbed the back of his neck avoiding her gaze.  “I guess so.  I’m sorry for that.” 

“Don’t be.  You saw an opportunity and she saw her own.  That’s how survival works.” 

Bellamy softly nodded his head in agreement.  “Down here.  Weakness is death.  Fear is death.” 

“So - what about you, Sky boy.  What did you like to do up on the dying space station?” I cleared my throat, breaking the very heavy and intense silence that had fallen between us and the cave air. 

“Growing up my  mother taught me about Augustus who was a former Roman emperor.  He had a sister named and that’s how my sister got her name.  So I’ve always and still do love Mythology.” 

I laughed wishing I didn’t like where my name came from after how my mother treated me but I couldn’t help it.  “Do you wanna know my full name because nobody down here knows it.” 

“You’d tell me that.  Why do I get such an honor?” Bellamy asked me. 

Biting my lip I found myself beginning to think there was more to him then just an arrogant and rude leader of the Sky People I once knew.  “I’m not sure yet.  Now do you want to know it or not.  You’ve only got a limited chance before I change my mind.” 

“Tell me, Grounder Girl.” He responded seeing me send him a glare and so he added on the end a please. 

“Cassiopeia.  A cluster of stars in the sky.” 

Tears welled in my eyes hearing my full name come from someone else’s lips other than my mothers.  The way my name sounded from his lips was music to my ears.  “Cassiopeia. But you shorten it by going by Cassio. It all makes sense now.” 

“Yep.” I nodded, clicking my tongue against my lips. 

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders, coming up with a new nickname for me that I hadn’t heard before.  “How about I call you Cassie instead of grounder girl from now on hmm?” 

“I’d like that, Bellamy.” 

The next morning we made our way out of the cold cave and into the woods with the sun barely rising over the trees so it was still dark unless you were walking up in the mountain range.  

The silence that fell between me and the 100 leader wasn’t as awkward or intense as it had been before we had spent the night in that cave.  I wasn’t entirely sure what had formed between us but it was definitely something. 

“So are you going to chain me up when we get back to camp?” I questioned sparing the boy a glance walking directly beside him. 

Bellamy paused before giving his response.  “Yes.  I need to establish some control over the teenagers in my camp.  But with good behavior from you I might lower how many hours you’re locked up if that makes sense.” 

“I understand - get down.” I sharply cried tackling his larger body with my smaller one seeing a spiked tree limb coming down onto us meaning we must have snagged a hidden trap wire somewhere. 

Bellamy grunted from the impact raising his head watching me hovering above his body.  “Cassie! —- nice save.” He blinked seeing the spikey tree a few steps behind us where we were laying on the ground. 

“You’re welcome.” I breathed out in relief knowing my best friend was probably having an easier life than I was right now. 

The Ark 

Glass and mother were simply eating dinner in their apartment complex until they heard a knock at the door.  Glass got up from her chair going to answer the door and was met with Vice Chancellor Marcus Kane.  “Ms. Sorenson.  I need to speak with you about something important if you have time.” 

“Can I know what this is about, sir.  She’s done nothing wrong.” Sonja, her mother came up behind her entering the conversation.  Her mother knew that her daughter wasn’t supposed to still be on the space station but she was.  Now they were just worried they’d try to send her down to the ground like originally planned. 

He responded with his hands in his pockets.  “I’m aware of that, ma’am.” 

“Then why are you here?  What do you want with my daughter if you pardoned her?” Sonja glared at the councilman. 

Kane shook his head.  “I’m not here to arrest her.  I simply need to talk to her about someone.” 

“Who would I know that you need information on so badly?” Glass made a very confused face. 

The vice chancellor replied.  “Cassiopeia Rhodes.  Now may I please come in so we can discuss this privately?” 

“Come in.” Sonja stepped aside but he waited for Glass to move before he stepped inside and locked the door behind himself so no one walking bye would hear what they were about to say. 

[tmnt-iteration-compeition]

Contents!

(I'll be putting together brackets soon)

@kittynumyum "Kitty’s TMNT-verse"

@yourlocalpossum "TMNT:Cyberspace"

@acey-waceyy123 "TMNT Rebound"

@nova-blues "Hermits of The Sewers"

@broken-slime-boi "TMNT Greyscale"

@lexa-ocean "TMNT: Reptile Rampage"

@usernameneon "Neon TMNT"

@glitter-alienz "TMNT Omniverse"

@tmnt-reticent "TMNT Reticent"

@what-a-weird0 "TMNT New Life"

@ask-the-tmnt-bnb "TMNT Bats and Butterflies"

@imakethiswxsh "Once Upon a turtle"

@jxstacey "TMNT: Welcome To The Jungle"

@tired-o-fighter "Space turtles"

@multi-dimensional-turtles "Multi-dimensional turtles"

@awzominator "My Beloved Tortlez"

@ophelliate "Teenage Mutant Criminal Turtles"

@itsyagirlmaggie "Not All Bit the Dust"

Woo! Well that took awhile. Welcome all contestants!

[aphrodites-law]

Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend. Part 5/? (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4)

It was such a beautiful day that Clarke almost felt bad they’d sit in a dark movie theater for two hours. Lexa seemed happy to just hold her hand as they walked down the street, chatting about one of the business projects she was working on. 

Clarke knew questions about Lexa’s work were like flirting with danger. There was no way Other Clarke didn’t already know everything about her girlfriend's career, while she could barely hold the conversation. Parks and the environment had never made her feel so dumb. Luckily, Lexa didn’t seem to notice any gaps in her knowledge — or lack thereof. 

If Clarke was still on edge about the whole situation, at least it would’ve been nice to have some advantages. Her memory being so selective was a thorn in her side. It was like she was forced to walk this future with horse-blinders on because she might break it irreparably otherwise. It was all so… careful, tailored, that Clarke was starting to reconsider her stance on dorky sci-fi. Maybe Raven had cobbled together some kind of monstrous time machine and then stored it in Lincoln’s basement. 

“Do you want Milk Duds?”

Clarke tried to refocus. They’d arrived at the concession stand of the multiplex, where  a teenager was shoveling popcorn in a paper bag. Clarke didn’t remember this theater in particular, but the buttery-sweet smell put her at ease. Lexa and her went to the movies whenever they could, treating themselves to sweets. It was familiar territory for once — there was nothing to worry about. 

“No, you always hoard them,” Clarke replied mindlessly. 

“Do not,” Lexa protested. “You just take forever to eat them.”

“You have to suck the chocolate first.”

“Here we go.” 

“What kind of person just bites into them right away?!” 

“I don’t know you and I don’t hear you.”

Clarke grinned, finding it so much easier to fall into their banter than more serious exchanges. When the teen set their popcorn on the counter, she reached for her purse to pay but heard a snort and the smooth swipe of Lexa’s credit card.

“Yeah, right,” Lexa said. 

They made their way down the hall toward their screen. 

“So I can’t pay for my own food at 30?” Clarke teased. 

“Not the day of, grandma.” 

“Wow, look who’s talking now.” 

Lexa pinched her ass so fast that Clarke let out a startled gasp. 

—

It was a coming of age story on the raunchy side, with loud scenes and moody visuals in nightclubs and college dorms. Clarke felt completely disconnected from the story, knowing she would forget it soon. The more obvious reason was that they were done with the popcorn and now Lexa had her hand on her bare thigh. 

She wasn’t even… doing anything, but it was there, and Clarke didn’t care about any character or any damn plot point because her best friend’s fingers were touching her skin. She could admit that much. 

The real mistake had been comparing how Lexa and her usually acted at the movies. Sitting next to each other, sharing food or candy, but never… touching with purpose. Inevitably, Clarke wondered how she would’ve reacted if her Lexa had ever attempted this. If she’d held her hand and made no move to let go. Clarke wanted to believe she would’ve been effortlessly cool about it, but her current state showed otherwise. 

Breathing was a tall order and her hands felt clammy. There was no one behind them at least.

“Lexa…” she whispered, glancing at her. 

Lexa had a small smile but seemed otherwise focused on the movie. Her hand inched up higher, beneath her dress, and then stilled again. 

In the cover of darkness, Clarke realized her assumption she’d be safe from her own desires was a joke. The secluded but still public space made it worse – forbidden in the kind of way that made her ache. Now it made sense why Lexa had responded so positively to her movie suggestion. 

From the way her body was reacting, Other Clarke clearly had a fantasy for this type of situation, and Clarke had tapped right into it. Which was unfair, because how could she know she enjoyed this before she even knew it! 

“Fuck,” she cursed, her fingers digging into the armrest. With her free hand she reached for Lexa’s wrist, a weak attempt to stop her.

“Lexa,” she repeated quietly. “What are you doing?”

Lexa drew small circles on Clarke’s skin, like an apology. Only it wasn’t. “It’s okay, baby,” she murmured a few seconds later. “Sit back.”

There was… no way. Clarke couldn’t. She couldn’t. But her heart had started pounding and the heat in the pit of her stomach felt unbearable. She knew this feeling but never this intense. There was no scenario where she didn’t take care of this. And to Lexa, there was no scenario where she didn’t care of this. 

Which was exactly why Clarke needed to choose her next words carefully: “Not here,” she pleaded, and then: “I’ll be too loud.” 

It had the effect Clarke had hoped for. Lexa lost all semblance of control and looked at her, her mouth parted open and her expression unreadable. Yet in the dark room, Clarke could still see the change in her. Could feel how her hand’s soft touch turned into a possessive grip. Fingers pressing into flesh, then her thumb rubbing against the spot as if she worried she’d hurt her. 

Lexa was quiet for a beat, then cleared her throat and gathered their belongings. “Come on.”

She’d entwined their hands without Clarke even realizing it, or maybe it was her who’d reached out first. Clarke wasn’t sure she could tell left from right anymore, or if she could even walk to wherever it was Lexa was taking her. They left the room discreetly, but the lights in the hall did nothing to snap Clarke out of her mounting desire. 

It felt like the fight had been lost the moment she’d suggested they go slow. Slow had meant eventually, and with Lexa, eventually seemed to only take a few hours. 

—

The restroom was miraculously empty for now, but the toilet stall Lexa had dragged her in was a tighter space than expected. Clarke felt a thrill.

Lexa pressed her against the door with little restraint, hand cupping her cheek as she kissed her deeply.

Clarke pulled back and looked into her eyes, knowing she didn’t want to stop her. It wasn’t just how her body reacted to Lexa’s hands or mouth. Wherever they were, from the comfort of their apartment to the cramped confines of this stall, she felt home. Home with Lexa. Attuned to her touch, her smell and her taste. The most mind-bending, confusing event of her life was happening, yet she felt safe. Tethered to this new life as if it was her own. Or could be, at least. 

Lexa rubbed their noses together. “Breathe,” she whispered. 

Clarke tangled her fingers in her hair. “I’m okay. Just wondering… why the toilet is the romantic setup I get.”

“What do you mean?” Lexa replied with a smirk. “You love traditions.”

“Tradi-”

Lexa kissed her again, her full lips like warm velvet against hers. She kissed her until it almost felt silly that was all they were doing, and really, Clarke was sick of fighting this. She reached for Lexa’s hands and brought them to her breasts, where Lexa needed no further instruction to palm them. 

“Fuck, Clarke, I can’t do the whole slow thing anymore.”

“You can’t?” Clarke repeated pointlessly, too lost in the feeling of Lexa’s hands on her body. 

“It’s your birthday,” Lexa said against her neck, inhaling when Clarke tilted her head to the side. “And I have so many presents to give.”

Her hands went down to her waist, her ass, and then pushed her dress up. She never looked away from her, smile growing as Clarke’s eyes darkened. 

“Lexa…” 

It was all she could find to say. Just the name of the woman in all her thoughts. She felt so needy; a need to connect with Lexa in all the ways they never did in her time. She pulled her close and kissed her, chasing her tongue. When Lexa moaned, she was reminded of what she’d told her earlier – how her kisses felt different. Clarke thought, good, let them be different. Let Lexa be surprised too. It was only fair. 

Lexa’s hand was beneath lace in a matter of seconds, fingers finally pressing against her. 

“Oh, god,” Clarke breathed out, knees buckling. 

“I’ve got you,” Lexa promised, firmly holding her thigh up with her other hand. 

When she entered her, Clarke’s body felt so overcome with pleasure she briefly worried she’d come on the spot.

“So wet,” Lexa husked in her ear. “I wish I could get on my knees. But not yet.”

Fuck. Clarke closed her eyes, thankful for the small mercy. She wouldn’t have been able to stop Lexa from licking into her if she wanted. Not even for a second. She could only focus on her fingers filling her, harder and faster with every moan that slipped out of her. 

Lexa took her quickly, like she worried someone would rob them of this moment if she didn't. Or couldn't wait to see her fall apart. Her eyes never looked away and her skin had a slight shine under the harsh light. She’d never looked more confident; more beautiful. And Clarke felt attractive too, though… with her tits nearly out of her dress, her leg hooked around Lexa’s waist and her fingers buried deep inside her, she should’ve felt dirty. And well, she did, but not in a way where she’d later feel empty. Where she’d be reminded she was someone you had fun with, but that was all. Lexa made her feel like a fucking bombshell. Was showing her that they were on the same page in every facet of this relationship.

Clarke wanted to last longer but couldn’t, needing release like she needed air. It hit her hard, just as Lexa found a different spot and adjusted her angle, because of course she knew every inch of her body. She muffled her moans in Lexa’s top, though she doubted it helped.

Lexa pressed small, tender kisses on her neck while she rubbed her clit in tight circles, whispering I love yous between Clarke’s sighs. For a moment they simply came down the same euphoric wave together, not in a rush to find the world again. When she finally pulled out, Clarke whined in protest. She couldn’t get enough, now wanting nothing more than to make Lexa feel the same. 

She’d crossed the line, and there was no part of her that wanted to go back. 

[allyssl]

TMNT AU Comp Bracket Links (Skipped Prelims)

@tmntaucompetition

Gemini Twins - tangledinink

The Little Prince - Beannary

REBOOT: A Second Chance - donniesbrows

Empyrean Weeping - cupcakeslushie

TMT Croc Pot - less-depresso-more-espresso

Swanatello - tangledinink

Spider-Lily - v0ids-dragon-den

Bad End Ninja Turtles - butterfilledpockets

2 arms left - intotheelliwoods

Blood is Thicker Than Ooze - linkymew (ao3)/risebto

RatTrap - Rattraptmnt

Kid Leo - Angelpuns

True Colors - V-albion

Same as it Never Will Be - heckitall

Surp-Rise! - what-in-the, Writingdork (ao3), geniusbuilttm, ninjaneonleon

Little Subjects - AllyHeart707

Ghost in the Shell - amvello-blue (+ao3)

Rise of the Parallel - Indieyuugure

The Neon Void - sugarpastelTMNT (+ao3)

Replica - kathaynesart

Age Gap - pezhead

Tabletop Turtles - caffetato-the-caffinated-potato

Teenage Mutant Meddling Turtles - kaysdenofchaos

Battle Scars - kaysdenofchaos

Open your Shell to Find Your Wings - Onejellyfishplease (ao3)

Until I Found You - phoebepheebsphibs

Remember Forever - uncannyalien (ao3)

Life Goes On - Andromeda_Galaxy2877 (ao3)

Crusade of a Lonely Turtle - Revitalizationrat

Wanderer - vangh17a

Red Rover - red-rover-au (ao3)

Little Scraps of Wisdom - spectralsleuth (ao3)

Feral Leo - cupcakeslushie

Teenage Mutant Warrior Cats - Fireheartfan

Reptile Rampage - lexa-ocean

Minor Interference - bambiraptorx (ao3)

The Last Ronin becomes a Discord Admin - MelonPaloonza (+ao3)

Aberration - probably-not-a-rutabaga (fics)

Hues of Mystic Neon - overthinkingspark-blue

TMNT Omniverse - glitter-alienz

[butmakeitgayblog]

Can I just say I love how like, into revisiting and analysing this dumb show’s scenes you still are — with the rise in popularity of streaming (I’m sure this has something to do with it, anyway) it’s become more and more commonplace for people to consume a piece of media, enjoy it, get bored of it after a while and never touch it again after moving on to the next new thing. It’s so wholesome and refreshing to see people still be so passionate and always find something new to talk about a show that, for all many of us care, ended 8 years ago. I do move in and out of being obsessed and disinterested with the media I’ve enjoyed, but in a world where I’m constantly seeing people say “oh you’re a fan of [X]? But that’s old :/“ (mostly about something that finished like last year lol) your blog is a breath of fresh air :)

Well thank you 🥹

The thing is, I get it. I get why and how people move on to different fandoms so quickly, and I don't really think poorly of that or anything. It's been almost a decade and it's easy to fall out of love with something after so long. Hell, when you think about it, this fandom has outlived the lifespan of a lot of entire relationships people have had 🥴. People find new things to get excited over and the *gasp* feeling of finding this new /thing/ is always fun. So I do get it.

But for me, it's just not that way. It's not that simple. Not because I think I'm somehow special (maybe a lil deranged 😬), but rather that's just how I operate. Before Clexa the only other ship I ever really cared about was Willara from Buffy which I watched when I was a goddamn teenager lol (RIP to my fellow gays always falling for girls who get shot ✊😔). I just don't get attached much to characters and ships. Usually ai like them in passing, enjoy watching them, and then that's... it. Tibette from the L Word. Wayhaught. Brittana. I like them and I follow them, but there's no real desire to delve deeper beneath the surface.

And then something like Clexa comes around and just absolutely fucks me up. It hits me and connects with me in a way that I just can't shake. Watching the show isn't enough. Thinking about it isn't enough. I have to discuss it and dissect it and fill in the gaps that we didn't see, and read and (now) create more stories for them just to understand everything about them to a deeper degree.

So few characters really elicit that kind of connection, but Clexa do. Even for a lot of the people who have moved on, at one time they felt that connection. Clexa was a fuckin madhouse for years and I think the fact that even still to this day people keep discovering and rediscovering them and falling in love with them all over again speaks volumes about just how wonderful that relationship and those characters actually were.

Especially Lexa.

Now, I love Clarke. I make it known that thiiiisss is a Clarke Griffin apologist's blog. That feral little kitten has never done anything wrong in her life. Ever. Including all of the terrible things she's done, as well as the many, many things that were flat out wrong. She is still innocent. She is only a baby. A murderous, tormented, compassionate, complex babygirl. So never get it twisted that I'm saying Clarke is somehow lesser than, but when push comes to shove when we're talking about baseline complexity, there is no character like Lexa. There's just not.

This woman was definition of doomed by the narrative. A child stolen away to be used as a glorified sacrificial lamb for her people. A toddler wielding a sword made of wood taller than her own tiny body, trained to accept her own life as expendable for the greatest good of her people before even learning her ABCs. She took the throne at 12 bby slaughtering her only companions and made her death mask out of kohl and fallen tears. Every person she ever loved as a mother, father, brother, either died for her, or by her own hand. The only two people she ever dared to be weak for were torn from her in the name of politics and the weight of her own bloodied crown. Under all the regalia she was just Lexa. Heda, always surrounded by her people and yet eternally just a lonely soul. Born here on Earth, raised to eventually die for others, left to rule over the people on the ground as best she knew how.

And yet through the pain, she was strong. So fucking strong it emboldened the warriors around her. She was brave, and lethal, and unyielding in her pursuit of peace. Meeting every push against her forward march to change head on, never flinching in her own brutality along the way. She knew that she was born for this; believed the black of her blood to be every bit as much of a blessing as it was a curse. Even when people doubted her and did their best to end her reign, Lexa always came out swinging.

She loved hard and kicked ass even harder, is what I'm saying. And the fact that they took a character like that and ended her so fucking carelessly? I just... I'm gonna be pissed off about that for a very long time. And until I'm no longer pissed off about that, I'll be here running mouth about it 🥴 probably still trying to make it better by writing her and the love of her life in as many stories as I can, so they can finally get the happy ending that was robbed of them in canon 🫡

[randomshyperson]

Top 5 lesbian shows you'd recommend?

Wow this is actually a super hard question because I don't know many shows that are exclusively sapphic, like, most of them have a main story and the romance is happening parallel to that, yk? But I'll try to give you my favs shows with sapphic storyline.

Skam - Teenager High School Drama, with multiple seasons but you can skip it (story is practically independent each season and it's super easy to follow it) and only watch the sapphics storylines. You should check Skam German (Druck) Season 6, Skam Spain Season 2, Skam Belgium (Wtfock) Season 7, Skam France Season 6.

The Haunting of Bly Manor - Horror show with top-tier writing here but warning for bury your gays trope. Hella angst at the end and they don't have as much scenes they deserved but it's a beautiful story.

Yellow Jackets - This one is tricky because we have a canon main sapphic couple (they are adorable) but most of the fandom is obsessed with the noncanon couples (we are insane) like lottienat or jackieshauna due to the intense homoerotic subtext for them. The show is annoyingly heterosexual though, but I feel like most watchers ignore that. It's about girls going nuts after being stuck in the wilderness after a plane crash and it should be only about women but somehow they keep bringing man drama to this. You can always skip a lot of scenes like I did 😊

Dickinson - This one is theoretically a biography of poet Emily Dickinson, but it's a very light and adorable comedy series. Just be careful with the ending as it follows Emily's real life and what happened to her (google it if you want spoilers)

Harley Quinn/She Ra - I couldn't pick between those two incredible animations so they are gonna share this spot. They are very different, Harley Quinn is a dark comedy for adults while She-Ra is for children but both are amazing.

Honorable mentions: Orange is the new Black (too many sad endings), The Last Of Us (The main is a lesbian but don't expect happiness this show is brutal), Orphan Black (The couple is amazing but they lack screentime), Derry Girls (Beautiful show but no ship, we have a lesbian character though), Trinkets (Comedy), Wynnonna Earp (An actual Queer Supernatural). I Am Not Okay With This (Cancelled), First Kill (Cancelled), Gentleman Jack (Cancelled), One Day At Time (Cancelled), Everything Now (Cancelled yet season 2 in production).

(dis) honorable mentions: Euphoria (Very toxic couple with a bunch of controversial behind scenes drama. But Zendaya kisses Hunter Schafer so we win while we loose). Killing Eve (Amazing three seasons before the homophobics show runners ignored the book ending to go for the bury your gays in the end), The 100 (Lexa's death created a whole festival you just had to be there), OUAT (pretty sure there were canon couples but the queerbaiting of Swan Queen made me physically ill). Supergirl (I refuse to comment). House of The Dragon (Specifically season 1, because idk wtf they are doing with s2.)

Just remember to check the warnings before watching any of this, especially Yellow Jackets, Everything Now.

[morequeerbytheyear]

I think I’m going to spend forever dissecting the Agatha All Along finale and I’m trying not to let my teenage TV experiences make decisions for me but I’m feeling. Not good. About Marvel’s first lesbian dying immediately after kissing her love. But then ghost Agatha is comic book accurate. And it was decent writing. But just. I never recovered from Lexa and I’m trying not to let that cloud my feelings…

[phantomstatistician]

Saturday Status Update

REQUESTS: OPEN

The wait time for a request is: 58 working days

Upcoming charts (if the sample size is large enough):

Danganronpa - Himiko Yumeno

Merlin - Merlin

The 100 - Clarke Griffin/Lexa most popular AU tags (AO3)

Megamind - 10 most popular tags (AO3)

Community - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Encanto - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Twisted Wonderland - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Mystery Science Theater 3000 - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Star Trek: Lower Decks - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Baldur's Gate - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Raphael, Cazador Szarr, Zevlor

Percy Jackson - 10 most popular ships (AO3), Percy Jackson

Fire Emblem Awakening - Lucina, Severa

Descendants - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Into the Spider-Verse - Gwen Stacy/Spider-Gwen

Harry Potter - Remus Lupin

Naruto - 10 most popular tags (AO3), Obito Uchiha, Madara Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Persona 3 - Akihiko Sanada

Powerpuff Girls - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Formula One (RPF) - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Yellowjackets - Lottie Matthews 

Chainsaw Man - Denji, Aki

Addams Family - 10 most popular ships (AO3), 10 most popular platonic ships (AO3)

Delicious in Dungeon - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Wicked - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Kill La Kill - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Persona 5 - Sumire Yoshizawa, Yusuke Kitagawa

Mario - Pauline

Undertale - 10 most popular ships (AO3) (no OCs, selfcest, or x Reader)

Invincible - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Chainsaw Man - Power

Soul Eater - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

RWBY - Jaune Arc, Oscar Pine

Women's Football/Soccer - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Project Sekai - Nene Kusanagi

DuckTales - 10 most popular characters (AO3)

Leverage - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Dr. Who - Fifteenth Doctor

Legacies - Lizzie Saltzman

Black Clover - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Xenoblade Chronicles - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Arcane League Of Legends - Viktor

Canon - Anime vs Canon - Manga - 10 most popular ships (AO3)

Mario - Bowser

X-Men - Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr

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[reallygroovyninja]

I love sassy Everly 🩷 How funny would it be if she was cracking jokes the entire time that her moms were teaching her how to properly put a condom on a cucumber or banana

Lexa and Clarke's teenage daughter, Everly, had just presented as an alpha, and her moms decided it was time for an important but slightly awkward lesson.

In the kitchen, Everly was sitting at the table, eyeing the cucumber her mom had set out. Lexa and Clarke stood before her, armed with a box of condoms and the determination to be responsible parents.

Clarke cleared her throat. "Alright, Everly, we need to talk about something important. It's crucial to know how to properly use a condom."

Everly rolled her eyes but smiled. "Mom, I know. Let's make the cucumber safe. After all, we wouldn't want him getting into any pickle-related predicaments."

Lexa chuckled and held up the cucumber. "Meet Mr. Green."

Everly snorted. "Mr. Green? Really? Couldn't you come up with something more original?"

Clarke laughed. "Hey, we're trying to keep this light. Now, first things first, always check the expiration date."

Lexa picked up a condom packet, squinting at the tiny print. "Uh, Clarke, these expired last year."

Everly burst out laughing. "Way to go, Mom! Teaching safe sex with expired condoms. Classic."

Clarke smirked. "Well, better to learn with expired ones than waste the good ones."

Lexa handed the packet to Everly. "Alright, tear it open carefully. No teeth, even if in the movies they do it that way."

Everly exaggerated her care, slowly tearing open the packet. "Wow, this is riveting stuff."

Clarke smiled. "Pinch the tip to leave some space at the end."

Everly pinched the tip, holding it up like a prize. "Like this?"

"Exactly," Lexa said. "Now, roll it down the cucumber."

Everly placed the condom on Mr. Green and started rolling it down, her face scrunched in concentration. "Rolling, rolling, rolling, keep those condoms rolling..."

Clarke couldn't help but laugh. "Remember, smooth out any air bubbles."

Everly looked up, grinning. "Can't have Mr. Green having a bumpy ride, right?"

Lexa and Clarke exchanged glances, trying to hold back their laughter. Lexa added, "And that's it. Now you know how to do it."

Everly looked at the cucumber triumphantly. "Mr. Green is ready for action!"

Clarke ruffled Everly's hair. "Alright, comedian, we're glad you found this funny, but remember, this is serious stuff."

Everly nodded. "I know, Moms. Thanks for the lesson. And the laughs."

Lexa handed her the box of expired condoms. "Here, use these for practice. Just don't use them for real, okay?"

Everly took the box with a grin. "Got it. Mr. Green and I are going to have lots of safe fun."