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targaryenmarvel · 2 years ago

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Fallin’ All In You (Part 1) - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You’ve known Wanda Maximoff since you were children. She was the shy and exceptionally beautiful twin sister of your best friend, Pietro. For the most part, you two never interacted, but that changes when against your better judgment, you begin to develop feelings for the girl.

Warnings: Only cursing for now

Note: Hey, guys! First of all, thank you all for your support; whether it's reblogs or likes, it means a lot. Here is part one of my series, which will probably have four to five chapters. I hope you guys like it!

Word count: 4,341

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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You loved Pietro Maximoff; after all, he was your best friend. The young boy was the first person you ran to with your issues, and he took it upon himself to brighten even the rainiest days. There was no doubt in your mind that he would quite literally jump off a cliff after you. However, it wasn’t his supportive nature that had united the two of you; your chaotic energy had drawn you to each other that fateful day at the park. Even at the age of five, Pietro was a complete flirt, and that afternoon there was no one else he would like to impress other than the courageous girl who had defended his sister from the park bully.

Pietro had confidently appeared before you, intending to impress you with his tree-climbing skills. But, of course, there was no way you were letting a boy do something better than you, so you challenged him to a tree-climbing contest. It’s safe to say that no one won since it ended with both of you weeping at the bottom of the tree. Pietro had sprained his ankle as he landed wrong, and you with a bloody mouth since you fell face-first on his elbow. It was the first of many injuries the two of you suffered together, eventually leading your parents to conclude that you could not be left unsupervised during your early years of friendship.

The two of you were more than thrilled when you realized that you not only lived close to each other but also attended the same elementary school. It was much to the teachers’ dismay; dealing with one over-energetic child was job enough, but two? A complete disaster. Perhaps one of the most scandalous incidents was when you and Pietro had heard one of the high schoolers saying “fuck” to each other and decided it was a fun word. The school staff and parents were not too pleased when you taught the word to the other kids in your first-grade class.

There was one challenge you ever encountered while being best friends with Pietro, and that was Wanda, his twin sister. Despite your close relationship with Pietro, the two of you seldom talked. When you visited the Maximoff household, the girl made sure to be locked away in her room; when you were together in the same space, she avoided looking at you as if the mere sight of you would scorch her eyes away. It seemed Wanda was adamant about only addressing you when inevitable. Regardless of Wanda’s dismissing attitude, you liked her and wondered if you had in any way prompted her behavior. Perhaps she believed your adventurous nature to be a bad influence on Pietro.

One day, the curiosity became too much, so you asked him if his sister didn’t like you.

He had only grinned like an idiot and said, “Of course she likes you. She’s just shy, especially with you, since you’re like her prince in shining armor, except the girl version.”

“Oh,” your face scrunched in confusion, not understanding what he meant. The whole thing was soon left behind, too complicated for your brain to comprehend.

It wasn’t until years later that your friendship endured its most significant conflict. The twin’s father was temporarily transferred across the county for his job. It wasn’t the first time he was away, but it would be a minimum of a year this time—a too-long period to be away from his family. So, with a heavy heart, you departed from your best friend as he left to live across the country.

Your eyes burned, and you clenched your jaw, feeling the burning lump in your throat as you suppressed the urge to sob. You had been a wailing mess since Pietro had told you the news, but you refused to let your friend see you in that state. “I can’t believe you are leaving me just before we start our freshman year,” your voice cracked with emotion as you desperately clutched onto him.

“Yeah, I know, I’m sorry” He rubbed your back soothingly, holding in his tears before adding, “I promise to call you every day, okay.”

“You better, or else I’m coming after you, Maximoff, and it won’t be a happy reunion,” you threatened with a sniffle before releasing him and glancing behind him.

Wanda stood awkwardly behind you two, feeling as if she was intruding on your intimate moment. Though part of her wished to receive the same treatment as her brother, her shyness would never allow her to interact with you how she wanted. She could only wait for her brother to join her side.

You noticed that none of Wanda's friends had come to wish her farewell. You assumed they had said their goodbyes beforehand, and besides, you were only there because the Maximoffs considered you family. Still, it didn’t stop you from feeling bad for her. You tilted your head thoughtfully; there was no way in hell you were sending her off like that.

Then, in a moment of bravery, you flung yourself towards her and embraced her with force, causing her to stumble back in shock as you mumbled, "Bye, Wanda."

It took a moment for Wanda’s racing brain to process the action and slowly reciprocate the hug. From his place, Pietro silently snickered, delighted by his sister’s scarlet flushed face and overly nervous gulp; you, in your frantic state, hadn’t noticed and sent her a small smile before their parents summoned them.

True to his word, Pietro had called you almost daily, sharing information about the cute girl he saw at the airport or the pesky neighbor’s kid. But, even though phone calls were nice, the occasional video calls were your favorite.

“How is it?” you questioned, looking at Pietro on your screen while resting on your bed.

“I hate the weather, and I have to share a room with Wanda, but it’s not too bad,” he shrugged dejectedly, contradicting his own words.

“Aw,” you cooed, your lower lip jutting out. “Poor Wanda, having to share a room with a slob like you.” you teased. “How is she, hm?”

“She hates it here more than me. You wouldn’t guess what happened to her.” You looked at him, intrigued, “We were exploring the city when this guy walked up to us to tell her that she was dressed like a grandma. I mean, he wasn’t wrong; she was wearing that ugly old sweater. You know the one, right?” He motions with his hands as if the action would help you recall. “Anyways, she begged Mama to take her shopping afterward. She’s going emo no-”

“Pietro!” her usually soothing voice reprimanded harshly off-screen before a pillow smacked him in the head, causing you to giggle.

“Well, tell her I think she looks great in anything, and that guy is a complete dumbass.” you truthfully reply and smile at the thought of Wanda. You tried to imagine her wearing the ugliest of sweaters and still thought she would look beautiful. Her bright green eyes were more than enough to entrance about anyone.

“Oh, she can hear you," Pietro said. "I’d show you how much she’s blushing right now, but she’d probably break the laptop on me.” Not even two seconds later, Wanda threw another pillow at the boy.

Even with the constant communication between the two, you felt more alone than ever. Then, classes resumed at the end of summer, and you were officially a high school student. It was difficult in the beginning, Pietro had been by your side since kindergarten, and here you were, all alone. Alright, maybe you were a tad overdramatic because you did have friends aside from Pietro, just not as close. Truthfully, it wasn’t only Pietro who you missed; despite not talking to Wanda often, her presence was a constant in your life that you appreciated.

You prayed that the year would end soon and the twins would return. To occupy yourself in the meantime, you decided to join the soccer team at your school. In reality, more like being coerced into joining the team because there’s no way your indolent self would willingly engage in any productive physical activity. Who would have the power to do such a thing? None other than Natasha Romanoff.

Natasha Romanoff, the beautiful green-eyed redhead girl who had moved into the area, a gift from the universe you would call her. She resembled Pietro with her quick and witty personality, but she wasn’t a reckless idiot, unlike him. Your first encounter was nothing but perfect, despite her first words being an insult to your lack of stamina after the one-mile run. You and Natasha quickly formed an unbreakable friendship.

What you presumed would be a torturous year became bearable with Natasha at your side and your participation in the school’s extracurricular activities. You soon reached the one-year mark since the Maximoffs’ departure in a blink of an eye. You were ecstatic about the family’s return, already planning how to introduce your friends. Unfortunately, your excitement was short-lived and shattered during one of your video calls with Pietro.

A large grin adorned your lips as you greeted your best friend, “So, do you guys know when you're coming back?” you questioned, oblivious to his dejected demeanor as you were too excited.

“Y/N I- Fuck,” he cursed, raising his hand to massage his temple. Your expression fell, concern supplanting your excitement.

“Is everything okay, Piet?”

“No, nothing is okay,” he whispered, loud enough for you to understand. “I’m sorry, Y/N. We- We’re not coming back,” Pietro announced, eyes glimmering apologetically.

You were immobilized, trying to grasp the meaning behind Pietro’s words. Did he just say he wasn’t returning home? No, that couldn’t be. You must have heard wrong. But what if you didn’t? What would you do then?

“W- What do you mean you’re not coming back?” you inquired with bitterness as tears formed in your eyes.

“Papa’s work isn’t finished. It might be a couple more months before we can return. There’s nothing I can do. I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he sighed defeatedly.

You sniffled and cleared your throat, ignoring the heaviness that had settled in your chest. Pietro was right; there was no point crying, or at least not in front of him. There is no need to make him feel worse than what he must have been feeling.

“I understand, Piet. So you don’t need to worry about me. We can talk like we have been, okay.” Pietro visibly relaxes at your words. “Besides, I kind of like Natasha more than you,” you teased with a playful smirk trying to ameliorate the situation.

Pietro scoffed, bringing his hand to his chest, “I can’t believe you just said that. I’ve given you the best years of my life, Y/N, and you go and wound me like this? Unbelievable.” He shook his head with a huff causing you to snort in amusement.

As much as you loved Natasha, you couldn’t replace Pietro. However, that was something he didn’t need to know.

Much to your disappointment, a couple of months turned into another year. Before you knew it, you were three months into your junior year. You no longer felt the hollowing absence clawing at your being, growing to accept the situation. It could be worse, you reasoned, imagining how you and Pietro could have drifted apart. You could handle the distance as long as you were still friends.

What you could not handle was your mother dragging you to the airport. You had dropped on your bed, dead from exhaustion. Then, suddenly, your Mom barged in without any warning, hauling you to her car.

You took a deep breath releasing it in a puff as your Mom parked the car. “Why am I here again?”

“I have already told you a million times, Y/N. Your cousin, Sharon, is visiting, and we’re here to welcome her.” You twisted your lips in displeasure.

“Which one is she again?” You questioned, not recognizing the name before realizing you didn’t care. “Nevermind. Couldn’t you, hmm, I don’t know, do it alone?” It’s not like Sharon would care if you were there; she would not receive a warm welcome from you.

Your Mom sighed loudly, turning to face you with an irritated expression. “No, now stop being such a grump, Y/N. Come on.”

You begrudgingly followed your Mom to the waiting area with a pout and deep frown etched on your face. Of course, your mother would scold you if you greeted cousin Sharon with that expression, but you didn't care. Sharon needed to know you weren't happy with her unexpected arrival.

Too indulged in feeling miserable and mentally cursing the so-called Sarah, you failed to notice the approaching figure before hearing their voice, “You don’t seem too excited to see me.”

Your breath hitched, and it felt like slow motion when you lifted your head, turning your bewildered gaze to the blond-haired teenage boy standing a few feet away. It only took a rise of his eyebrow for a grin to break onto your lips, immediately recognizing him.

“Pietro!” you exclaimed, causing a few curious heads to turn in your direction, but all you focused on were his wide-open, welcoming arms. Then, with no care in the world, you sprinted forward, crashing into his muscled chest as his arms surrounded your figure. A hearty laugh erupted from your chest as Pietro lifted you from the ground and spun you around.

Even after he had stopped, you remained enclosed in his warmth with closed eyes savoring the moment. All the annoyance was replaced with happiness. God, you couldn’t believe this was real. Finally, after all these years, Pietro was actually back. Your best friend was back.

You opened your eyes, ready to pull away and face your best friend, a teasing remark at the tip of your tongue. However, your words cut short as your eyes landed on the approaching figure of a beautiful brunette. That brunette was none other than Wanda Maximoff.

In the past two years, your only view of the Maximoff girl had been her brief passings in the background of your video calls with Pietro. Never enough to fully take her in.

The brunette was distracted, looking at her phone, unaware of your little reunion, and honestly, you were glad because it gave you a moment to admire the girl. You had always thought that Wanda was pretty, but an entirely unrecognizable feeling swelled in your chest as you looked at her at that moment. She wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary, a baggy rock band t-shirt and simple joggers. Her neck held a black choker, and multiple rings adorned her fingers. She looked stunning.

“Wow,” you had thought you whispered, but when Wanda lifted her head, you realized your error. You stared into her emerald eyes briefly, conscious of the vibrant red hue spreading through your face. You released Pietro, desperate not to show how affected you were by the girl.

“Wow, what?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow.

“Wow, as in I wasn’t expecting you,” you lied with a nervous chuckle. “I thought I was here to greet cousin Sharon.”

Wanda stopped next to Pietro as you finished your sentence, eyes still on you as she sent you a smile with a slight wave. She wished she could greet you as affectionately as Pietro but didn't want to make you uncomfortable. What Wanda didn't know was that you would be far from uncomfortable. In fact, the simple smile she sent your way made your pulse quicken embarrassingly by how beautiful she looked.

"H- Hey, W- Wanda," you stuttered, swiftly pulling her into your arms. Unlike Pietro, whose strong arms nearly crushed your body, Wanda delicately placed them on your back. Your body burned, and you had to resist the urge to relax in her arms fully. When Pietro cleared his throat with a smug look, the two of you let go.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s good to see you?” Wanda responded, sounding more like a question with a blush of her own. You had a habit of unknowingly leaving her in an embarrassing daze.

“I know it’s been a long fight, so why don’t we head home,” interrupted the Maximoffs’ mother, who you had failed to see in your excitement.

“I would love that,” Wanda huffed out exhaustedly, with Pietro nodding.

You were disappointed that your reunion was so brief, but you knew they had to rest. You’d have plenty of time to catch up later. “Well, I’m so glad you’re here, both of you.” Looking from Pietro to Wanda, who looked surprised at your words. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Pietro frowned. “Aren’t you coming with us?”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.” You glimpsed at their Mom, knowing she’d probably want to rest without disruption.

“Nonsense, you wouldn’t be intruding on anything. You know you’re part of this family, Y/N,” Olga reassured with a warm smile.

You turned to your mother, seeking permission, which she gave with a nod. The five of you walked out of the airport before parting ways.

“Mom came here before us to fix everything up, and Dad has to stay for one more month,” Pietro tells you as you approach their mother’s car.

“Oh,” you reply, too distracted by how Wanda’s brown locks dance with the breeze. You had probably seen Wanda in the same situation numerous times, but something was different now.

“I call shotgun!” Pietro announced, pulling you from your daze after putting the luggage in the trunk.

“What? No, I’m riding in front,” Wanda protested, hastily looking at you.

“Only if you’re faster, sistra.” Pietro quickly sprinted to the passenger door, leaving an angered Wanda behind. You and his mother could only laugh at his antics.

Your laughter died down, replaced with nervousness as soon as you realized how close to Wanda you would be. You distracted yourself by talking with Pietro for most of the ride, though occasionally, you glanced at Wanda admiring her side profile. Her high cheekbones, sharp jawline, soft-pink lips, and mesmerizing green eyes. Or how astonishingly attractive her long and delicate ringed fingers emerged. Why hadn’t you ever looked at her this way? Were you really that oblivious?

Wanda, too, was tense about your presence. But, in contrast to you, Wanda had years of experience dissimulating her feelings as she put her headphones on and closed her eyes. She immersed herself in the music, succumbing to sleep.

It was a relief when you arrived at the Maximoff household. You were sure someone would notice your staring if you were there any longer. The four of you exited the vehicle, Pietro being tasked with taking their luggage to their respective rooms, but you decided to help him as any good friend would.

You reached Wanda’s baggage, her sweet voice still filled with sleep, momentarily stopping you, “Oh, you don’t have to do that. Pietro will be back in a second.” She stood awkwardly to the side, fumbling adorably with her hand, and you flashed her a smile.

“It’s fine. I can take them," you countered, already hoisting her bag, entirely ignorant to Wanda’s staring at your exposed biceps muscles, finding them incredibly attractive. She heard from Pietro that you had started to participate in school sports. The physical effects of your extracurricular activities were noticeable in your physique. All Wanda could think about was running her fingers over your exposed bicep.

As she led the way to her room on the second floor, Wanda shook her head, flustered by her indecent thoughts and your chivalry. You set her bags down, eyes roaming the walls you had only glimpsed from the hallway on your way from and to Pietro’s room. You recognized a few posters littered across the wall and even realized you liked some movies or artists. Like Percy Jackson, you loved Percy Jackson. You enjoyed anything with mythology, but Percy Jackson was fun and easy to comprehend, so it was your favorite. Oh, then there was the Taylor Swift vinyl album cover. Taylor was your guilty pleasure for many years as you were too embarrassed to admit you liked her music, especially in front of Pietro. You were confident he would tease you, so you chose to keep it to yourself, though you had eventually concluded how absurd your reasoning was. Now you would gladly profess your love for the artist.

You wished you would have realized how much you and Wanda had in common. You would have appreciated someone to fangirl with, and who better than Wanda? Maybe now you could finally get closer to the girl.

On the other hand, Wanda felt exceptionally self-conscious about having you in her childhood bedroom. Would you judge her for her geeky taste? And for God’s sake, her mother had left her plushies on the bed. You were undoubtedly going to laugh at her now, she assumed. But, in reality, you thought it was adorable.

“Thank you,” Wanda awkwardly stated, biting her lower lip afterward, eyes wandering around the room.

“No problem,” you retorted mindlessly, drawing your attention to the small action. Her soft pink lips hypnotized you, and you discovered yourself wishing to feel the softness. It would be easy to break the short distance and run your thumb over the seductive flesh. The mere thought made your heart race. But, no. You couldn’t do that. So why were you having such irrational thoughts? Knowing you should probably leave, you turned around before Wanda noticed your uneasiness. “I’m uh, I’m gonna go help, Piet,” you excused yourself, avoiding looking at her.

You fled to Pietro’s room, finding the boy messily stuffing his drawers with his clothing. To think Wanda had to share a room with him, even if it was only for the first few months. You truly pitied her. You approached Pietro, elbowing him away, intensely disturbed by his lack of organization. How hard was it to put already folded clothes into a drawer? Maybe it was his plan all along because when you turned to tell him so, he looked at you smugly. Of course, he did.

You fixed him with an annoyed glare though you were content you could tease eachother that way. It had been so long since you could, so you weren’t bothered.

You helped Pietro put away the rest of his stuff and rearrange a few things in his bedroom. Then, once you had left the room decent enough, you set up his PlayStation and game.

You played Injustice 2 for hours, teasing each other incessantly. Pietro became unbearable as he kicked your ass at the game, but only because he spammed the controller. There was a lingering thought in the back of your mind throughout the entire time. A certain brunette held your mind hostage, as you kept replaying the moment your eyes landed on her in the airport. You tried to reason why you were so flustered around her and felt like drowning in her jade eyes. You were grateful when Olga called you to dinner, dispelling the thoughts.

The three of you sat at the dinner table, waiting for their mother to finish the paprikash. It was not only the twin’s favorite dish but also your own. Paprikash was the most savory of all the Sakovian dishes you had tried.

“When do you guys plan on going to school?” You inquired, realizing you had forgotten about the responsibilities of school.

“We're going in the afternoon tomorrow, but only to speak to administration. We won't be starting classes until the next day. So I guess you'll have to endure another boring day without me,” Pietro shrugged nonchalantly, causing you to roll your eyes, and Wanda giggled.

“Well, I'll probably be in class, so I don't think we'll see eachother at all tomorrow,” you concluded before seeing their confused faces. “I have soccer practice after school. I was supposed to go today, but Mom said she needed me home early. Then there’s all the homework I need to catch up on, so I won’t have time to come over,” you explained with an exhausted huff. "We can game online if you want, though. I-"

Your conversation stopped short as your phone screen lit up and buzzed on the table.

“Natasha? Is she your girlfriend?” Pietro teased, reading the screen as he reached for your phone, and you slapped his hand away.

“You have a girlfriend?” Wanda chimed with furrowed eyebrows and lips twisted in displeasure at the idea. You eyed her warily, uncomfortable with her thinking that.

“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” You glared at Pietro, punching him on the arm, “You know Natasha isn’t my girlfriend. She’s my friend.”

Wanda’s features softened, pleased by your answer, though only Pietro noticed. However, Wanda was still curious and voiced her thoughts, “I didn’t know you were into girls.”

You looked to Pietro, raising a questioning eyebrow, surprised he hadn’t told her. “Yeah, well, I didn’t realize that until after you guys left. Though I figured Piet had opened his big mouth and told you.”

“Sorry, I didn’t think my sister could do much with that information. It’s not like she’d want to date you. No offense, Y/N,” he maliciously provoked, watching as you both blushed intensely, staring at anything but each other. Pietro was really having the time of his life.

Thankfully for you and Wanda, their mother arrived with dinner before he could continue embarrassing you. After dinner, you thanked their mother and joyously hugged Pietro, saying you would talk later. Then, you waved to Wanda, refraining from embracing her and further embarrassing yourself in front of her. However, Wanda wouldn't have minded a hug and felt slightly disappointed.

Their mother offered to drive you home, but you refused, considering your house was only a few blocks away. So instead, you used your stroll to reflect on the day’s events. You realized that the Maximoffs’ return had not been the most unexpected thing but rather the unexplainable surge of feelings towards Wanda Maximoff.

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theorphicangel · 11 months ago

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Ahhhhh congrats my dearest Angel!!! I'm so happy for you 💖 can I request for 'you got me flowers?' and 'your heart is beating so fast right now.' from the fluff prompts? Thank you and I love everything that you do <3

— Rei <3 @levi-supreme

hiii rei tysm for sending in an ask for my event ahhh! also I’m sorry this is like five months late…but I hope you like it nonetheless mwah mwah ❤️

You’ve had many bad days at work. Not an overwhelming amount, but you’ve experienced a few that’s made you want to curl up in bed for the rest of your life and not want to interact with a single human being ever again.

You’re not really sure what sin you’ve committed recently for the universe to have it out for you as soon as you woke up this morning. But you think it was bad enough to have you on your knees begging for mercy by the end of the day.

Bitter coffee, burnt toast and an annoying stain on your work clothes is the limit that you could cope with. Unexpected rain without your emergency umbrella, having to refill your car suddenly and a mountain of paperwork to deal with, is enough to definitely set your nerves on edge. But dealing with that one bitchy coworker, as well as constant complaints and backhanded compliments about your work from your manager was enough to set your emotions astray.

The worst of it all was forgetting your lunch that you took the time to prep the night before. You let out a groan, your palms covering your face in complete surrender. You’ve just had enough of this day already.

Just before you rose from your office chair to go grab an emergency lunch from the deli down the street, your phone vibrated with a text message. With a sigh, you had immediately planned not to respond at all but that was before you saw that it was from Levi.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:36pm]

- You left your lunch in the fridge.

That reminder was enough for your anger to rebubble on the surface again, despite that not being Levi’s intention.

You: [sent 12:37pm]

- I figured that out thanks.

It wasn’t like you to respond that way at all but given that you’ve been rushing around on your feet all morning without a single break and had been given a mountain pile of paperwork, you figure that there would be no one on earth who would be the happiest right now.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:37pm]

- Are you alright?

That question alone was enough to have your eyes watering. You hesitate in your reply, biting down on your bottom lip as you look at the screen, your thumbs frozen over the keyboard.

Should you be honest or lie about it?

But who would you be kidding? This is Levi after all. A man who knows you inside out, who can tell your mood based on the amount of emojis you send when you text.

You: [sent at 12:40pm]

- No, I’m not. Work is so shitty right now. I want to go home.

It doesn’t take long for him to reply; one of the many, many reasons as to why you love this man so much. Reading his text, your heart practically swells at his words.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:41pm]

- Want me to pick you up? Or drop off your lunch?

Instead of tears, your lips tilt into a smile. God, you’re so happy that you’re married to him.

You: Sent at 12:41pm]

- No, no it’s fine, I have a shit ton of work to do and if I don’t get it done today it’ll just pile on for next week and that’ll stress me out even more.

Your thumbs click send before typing out another text.

- Also, I’ll grab lunch at the deli xx :)

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- If you’re sure?

You reinforce that you are with a message of simple thumbs up emoji.

Leviiiiiiiii <333: [sent 12:42pm]

- Take out and movie tonight?

You: [sent 12:43pm]

- I would love that. :)))))

You reply, a real smile now stretching across your lips. This immediately brightens up your mood and gives you something to look forward to. With a positive outlook, you stand to get your lunch. Only five more hours of this shit and you’ll be free.

You can do this.

–

Home.

You quite like the way it sounds.

Home. It’s your safe place. A place where you can truly let go and be who you are without judgment or stress surrounding you constantly.

Your shoulders droop as you come to stand in front of your apartment door, your key in hand, positioned over the lock. Inserting the key, you twist. and when you hear a click, simultaneously push the door open.

“I’m home.” You announce breathlessly, not hesitating in slipping out of your shoes.

The sound of slippers shuffling on the oak hardwood floor grows louder as Levi approaches you. The first thing that catches your eye as he rounds the corner is a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.

Your face lights up immediately, an inaudible gasp leaving your mouth. “You got me flowers?” And if you thought your heart bursted earlier today at his actions you were sure that it had completely gone to ruins by now.

A light blush reaches Levi’s cheeks and stretches all the way to the tips of his ear. “Ye-yeah.” he coughs a little shyly. “I was passing by the florist and I saw them on display.”

Your lips pout in complete affection for him as you take the flowers into your hands. “You really didn’t have to.”

He merely shrugs.“You were having a bad day, it’s the least–

Levi doesn’t get the chance to finish off his sentence as you randomly wrap your arms around him, your head landing on his chest. You take him by surprise at your sudden energy and he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.

You squeeze him tightly, eyes watering as you mumble your thanks, “I really don’t deserve you y’know?”

You hear Levi tut and feel his hand pat your head softly. “Don’t be stupid.”

“It’s true. “ you say. “I do not deserve you, Levi Ackerman.”

“Don’t get over sentimental about it, brat.”

“Your heart begs to differ.“ you point at his chest. “Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“No it’s not.”

“I can hear–”

Levi pulls you away from his chest, clearly embarrassed. You miss the pink tinge on his cheeks deepen in shade as he turns around. “Go shower, you stink.”

“Awh, don’t be embarrassed, Le’. I really love them. Thank you.”

He says nothing more and trails off to the kitchen, the sound of his slippers smacking against the hardware floor again. You chuckle to yourself as you head towards your bedroom.

–

Today was a bad day.

Was.

It was until you were stuck with your lover on the couch, forcing him to watch your favorite soppy rom-com to cheer you up. Boxes of unfinished takeout lay on the coffee table ahead of you, a temptation to save them for tomorrow’s leftover.

Tilting your head, you turn to face him, a soft smile across your lips.

“What?” Levi grumbles. “Don’t look at me like that, I hate this movie.”

“But you watch with me everytime.”

“Yeah, because you get all soppy and cry at the ending.”

“So you act as my emotional support?”

He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

You let out a chuckle at his words, completely unaware that he was serious. Little did you know that he held a pack of tissues in his left hand, that would magically appear to you as soon as the credits would roll on the screen and tears would roll down your face.

“I love you, Levi.” you say, resting your head on his chest.

Once again, you heard his heart rate increase. Yet this time you won’t mention it, sparing him from embarrassment.

“Unfortunately, I love you too.”

“Hey, don’t be mean!”

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 1 year ago

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Wrapped Up in You - Echo x reader

Clone Life Day Fic Exchange 2023

Summary: You invite the Batch to spend Life Day with you, and Echo is grateful for the opportunity. Prompt: "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."

Warnings: This work is SFW but my blog is 18+. fluff fluff fluff, TBB!Echo, pining, friends to lovers (implied), Crosshair being Crosshair, mentions of Fives.

Word Count: 3.1k

This fic is a Life Day gift for @ladysongmaster! I hope you enjoy! <3 Much thanks to @cloneficgiftexchange for hosting this event! Shout out to @stars-n-spice & @dystopicjumpsuit for the banners <3

Echo sighs, cradling the warm cup of spiced hot chocolate to his chest. It’s not often that the squad gets shore leave, let alone during the holiday season, so he’s determined to enjoy this particular leave as much as possible. Leaning against the wall in your small apartment, Echo silently surveys the scene before him, the ghost of a smile touching his features.

As soon as you’d found out your favorite squad would be on shore leave for Life Day, you made them promise to spend at least a few hours with you to celebrate. Echo’s heart swells at the memory of that holocall, the way you’d put your hands on your hips, head cocked to the side with that determined look in your eyes that could cow even Marshall Commander Cody. Of course the Batch had said yes, we’ll be there; of course Echo was the first to agree.

And he was glad for the chance to spend some time with you, even in a group setting. You’d decorated your entire apartment: scented pinecones hanging from festive ribbon, garland of popped corn, gently twinkling string lights arched over windows and doorways. In the corner of the room, dominating the scene, a fresh fir sits wrapped in warm yellow lights and golden bows, bedecked with shiny baubles of varying designs. A few presents sit wrapped neatly beneath the trees lowest boughs. Crooning softly over the radio, instrumental music lilts through the air. Cooking meat and baked goods fill his nostrils.

Tying it all together, though, is you. Dressed in an overly large knit sweater as red as the Batch’s armor, you’re a vision. Echo’s mouth runs dry when you glance across the room, your smile brightening when your gazes meet. Whatever Hunter’s saying to you seems to go in one ear and out the other as the two of you stare.

And then the moment shatters as the oven beeps. Breaking away from both Echo’s gaze and Hunter’s conversation, you hurry to the kitchen, disappearing from view.

“Stare any harder, and she just might catch fire, reg.” Crosshair’s voice is thick with sarcasm, the once-derogatory nickname now familiar and familial. He perches on the edge of the armchair nearby.

Echo rolls his eyes, taking a sip of hot chocolate to compose his thoughts. He’s relatively certain all his squad knows about his feelings, but Crosshair is the only one who’s broached the subject with him before.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Echo finally grumbles.

Crosshair scoffs. “You really are a di’kut, you know that?”

“Be that as it may.” With a pointed glare at his squadmate, Echo jabs his scomp in Crosshair’s direction. “I know that look, Crosshair. Don’t even think about it.”

Raising one thin eyebrow, Crosshair merely regards Echo with a faint smirk, gnawing on an ever-present toothpick. “Just saying, reg.”

“Just saying what?” you chime in.

Echo glances up, startled. Your eyes sparkle with curiosity as you approach, having caught the tail end of their conversation. Tucked under one of your arms are oven mitts, decorated with little boughs of holly, and in your other hand you cradle a tray of cookies, crescent moons of dough filled with fruit jam.

“How good you look in that sweater, dollface,” Crosshair drawls, smirk widening as Echo’s scomp whirs, his agitation bleeding into his neural interface.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip as you duck your head. “I’ve had it for ages. One of my favorites.”

“Well,” Cross says, standing to his full height, tugging the sleeves of his black turtleneck down, “it suits you. Isn’t that right, Ech’ika?”

Emotions clash and war within Echo. Irritation flares hot and angry at Crosshair’s goading—but it is immediately soothed by the balm of curiosity and wonder as you turn your gaze on Echo, eyes wide and...hopeful? What irks him even more is that Cross isn’t wrong: the sweater may be oversized, but it still drapes over your form in a flattering way, the knit fabric soft and cozy.

“Y-Yeah,” he says. Di’kut, he kicks himself mentally. “Uh, brings out your eyes.”

“Thanks,” you say. Then, as if suddenly remembering you’re carrying a platter of baked goods, you hold out the tray. “Oh, um, cookie? This is my grandmother’s recipe. I’ve got apricot, cherry, and blueberry ones.”

Crosshair plucks a blueberry crescent cookie from the tray, popping it in his mouth before slinking off, an entirely too smug look plastered to his face. Echo glances around for somewhere to set his mug; he’s shattered ceramic on his scomp arm before, the durasteel casing a smidge stronger than most mugs, and he doesn’t care to make too much of a fool of himself in front of you tonight.

“Oh, here,” you mumble. Balancing the cookie tray on one hand, you hold out your other for the mug.

With a small smile, Echo hands it over. He’s not sure he’s ever had apricot, but he knows he likes cherries, so he selects one of the morsels with dark red filling. He tries not to be self-conscious about the way you watch him expectantly, eyes trained on the movement of his hand as he brings the cookie to his mouth. The dough is surprisingly flaky, just sweet enough to really accentuate the deeper, woodier flavor of the cherry. Humming in delight, Echo smiles at you around his full mouth.

“You like it?” you ask, smiling in return.

He nods. Once his mouth is clear, he says, “Very good. Family recipe, you said?”

Ducking your head again, you nod. “Yeah, my gramma. She, uh, made these every year for Life Day. I still haven’t quite mastered her chocolate chip recipe yet, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it,” he says. “And I’m always happy to try out the experiments.”

“Is that right?” you ask.

A small quirk of your lips draws his eyes down to them for a fleeting heartbeat. He quickly looks away, catching sight of Tech building an accurate-to-scale gingerbread model of the Jedi Temple and Wrecker painting a new decal on his armor. Swallowing thickly, Echo takes a steadying breath. Maker, he went through ARC training; he can hold a conversation with his crush. Right?

“If you want me to, that is,” he says quickly.

Your gentle laugh stirs his heart, affection and cuteness aggression pulsing in him. “In that case,” you say, “I’ll be sure to hang on to some whenever you’re on leave.”

“Good,” he says, then clears his throat. “I mean, right, thank you. I can take that back now.”

With a smile you hand back his mug, the ceramic warm from more than just the liquid contents now. Echo forces himself to take several deep breaths, the comforting scents of cinnamon, fruit, and something else, something...sweeter, filling him and easing his embarrassment.

“Dinner’ll be done soon,” you say as you scoot past the armchair towards the others.

After dinner, Echo helps you clean up, though you insist on doing it all yourself. Not that you put up much resistance, not with how Wrecker praises your excellent cooking skills and even Tech is admiring the different flavor combinations, cataloging the recipes in his datapad. Hunter gives a knowing look as Echo scoops up what dishes he can; Echo studiously ignores his sergeant.

“You can put those on the counter there,” you say as you point to an empty space next to you. “Thank the Maker for dishwashers, because if there’s one thing I loathe about cooking, it’s the dishes.”

“And yet you wanted to do this on your own,” Echo teases. His belly is full, fuller than it’s been in a long time, and he feels warm. Fuzzy. Sated. Well, for the most part.

“Force of habit,” you muse.

He lingers in the kitchen, trying to fool himself into believing it’s so he can be nearby to help more, but in reality, he doesn’t want to leave your presence yet. Watching you bustle around the small kitchen, humming to yourself, entranced by the way the red sweater bunches at your elbows, Echo sighs. The war has been so far from his mind tonight, a fact he’s grateful for; but with the night’s activities beginning to wind down, his thoughts return to the incessant rhythm of hyperspace, fight droids, restock, hyperspace, fight droids...

“Echo?” Your soft voice startles him out of his reverie.

“Sorry, what?”

You gesture with wide arms at the now (mostly) clean kitchen. “We can go back to the others now.”

“Oh, right.” He follows you out of the kitchen, back to the living room. Wrecker has Crosshair in a headlock, while Hunter looks on in silent amusement. Tech still sits at the dining table, typing away on his ’pad.

When Hunter notices you return, he sits up straighter, clearing his throat. “Wrecker. Drop him.”

“Aw, alright.” Releasing Crosshair, Wrecker shoves him to the edge of the couch, then beams up at you. “This has been a great Life Day, thank you so much.”

“You’re most welcome,” you say with a warm smile. “I couldn’t not spoil my boys on a holiday like this.”

Something stirs in Echo’s chest at the way you refer to them as your boys. Kriff, would you be willing to have him be yours, truly yours?

“Speaking of spoiling!” You clap your hands together. “I have some gifts for you all.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Hunter says.

“I wanted to,” you say simply.

As you rifle through the wrapped presents beneath the decorated tree, Echo ushers Tech over to the couch, ignoring the man’s protests about needing to finish his notes. Gently pushing Tech down into the empty cushion between Wrecker and Crosshair, Echo remains standing near the arm of the couch.

You pass out small boxes to each of them. “It’s not much, but...”

Echo almost regrets that he has to rip through the paper to get to the gift inside, because you clearly took your time wrapping these, the folds crisp and precise, the black and red plaid design seeming to repeat seamlessly to infinity with how neatly you’d cut it. He savors the feel of the paper in his hand for a moment, and, out of curiosity, flips over the gift tag on top.

His heart skips a beat. In your handwriting, the tag simply reads: “To Echo. From, your favorite nat-born ♥️”. A quick glance over his brothers’ shoulders reveals none of theirs have a heart drawn next to your signature.

Carefully avoiding your gaze, he finally tears the paper off, then slips the lid off the box. Inside, nestled amongst tissue paper, rests a small charm: a domino. More than that, he realizes: five dark impressions mark the charm. Echo’s breath catches.

“It’s...” He can’t find the words, or even the thoughts, to express the overwhelming rush of emotions crashing through him. Melancholy, affection, reminiscence, appreciation: it all blends together. When he looks up and meets your gaze, he finds your brow pinched in worry.

“Do you like it?” you ask.

He can only nod.

“Oh! A li’l bomb!” Wrecker’s laugh booms through your small apartment. “This one’s goin’ on my blaster.”

“Great idea, Wreck,” Hunter says, holding up a tiny skull charm, a genuine smile on his face. “Might attach this to my knife.”

Tech has already secured his charm—a tiny datapad—to his actual datapad. “This is remarkably thoughtful. Thank you.”

“I made them myself,” you admit.

Even Crosshair’s eyebrows shoot up at that, and Echo watches as the prickly sniper carefully lifts the small bullseye charm to eye level.

“Good work,” Crosshair says.

Echo sighs. It’s as close to a ‘thank you’ as Crosshair can manage without combusting, he supposes.

“What’s yours, Echo?” Hunter asks.

“It’s a, uh, domino,” he says. He leaves it in the box; this is his gift, and he doesn’t want to share it just yet. “For my twin.”

Hunter’s eyes soften in understanding before he looks back to you. “You really outdid yourself, meshl’a. I’m just sorry we didn’t bring anything for you.”

You hum, finally looking away from Echo. “Spending time with you has been a gift enough.”

He silently excuses himself to the ’fresher, head still swimming with emotions. Ensuring the door locks, he flips the light on, chuckling to himself at the Life Day tree soap dispenser you’ve invested in for the small space. Splashing some water onto his face, the cold shocks his brain into resetting. Emotions subsiding, Echo pats his face dry, then, meeting his reflection’s gaze, gives himself a silent nod of encouragement.

The apartment is strangely quiet when he emerges. Peering around the corner into the living room, Echo is surprised to find it empty save for you. You’re curled up on the couch, cradling a mug between both hands, gazing at the tree.

“Where’d the others go?” he asks.

Your gaze flits to him without startling, a smile touching your features. “Back to the barracks.”

“Without me,” he says, voice monotone.

Humming noncommittally, you shrug with one shoulder. “Do you need to go, too?”

“I...” He hesitates. Technically, being on leave, he doesn’t have to report in for another two standard rotations. He doesn’t want to intrude on your space any longer than he already has, but stars, you look so beautiful like this, calm, relaxed, comfortable. He can’t resist the desire to stay. “No.”

“Good, because I have one more thing I want to give you,” you say. Setting your mug on the coffee table, you step around it with practiced ease, your gaze never leaving his. Echo can’t help the way his lips part in surprise as you wrap your arms around him. Your body heat seeps through the thin material of his shirt to envelope him like a blanket. For a moment, he stiffens, and you almost pull away.

But his brain catches up with his body before you can. Arm sliding around your shoulders, he tugs you firmly against himself. You’re soft against his body, not to mention the sweater, and he sighs, eyes sliding shut. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent, he finally identifies what he’s been smelling whenever you’re near: spiced vanilla. Heady and warm, the scent fills his entire being, carrying him up into the stratosphere, floating on clouds.

“Where’d this come from?” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.

“Maybe this is my selfish gift to myself,” you say with a light chuckle. “Realized I—we—haven’t hugged despite being friends for so long. And I suddenly couldn’t go another day without doing this.”

Heart hammering in his ribcage, Echo gently pulls back to meet your gaze. Biting your lower lip, your eyelids flutter as you peer up at him. Stars, he could count your eyelashes from this proximity, get lost in the texture of your irises, marooned in the harbor of your sweet scent. When his eyes drop to your lips, a glint of gold catches his attention. Further down, around your throat on a delicate golden chain, a second domino tile rests just below the dip of your collarbone, resting on the scoop of the sweater’s neckline. A double blank domino.

“I hope it’s okay,” you breathe.

“Beautiful,” Echo murmurs. “Just like you.”

You capture his lips in a soft, tentative kiss. Fingers trembling where he brushes them over your cheekbone, Echo meets your desire, your passion, with equal fervor. His heart plummets and soars simultaneously, every nerve alight.

In the morning, after stretching out his muscles and eating a simple but delicious breakfast, he drops a kiss to the crown of your head. You recline on the armchair, holonovel in one hand, looking so at peace that he wishes he could stay. But Tech had comm’d him at first light, requesting his assistance with the ship, so he had to get back.

“Will you come back before you ship out again?” you ask, standing to follow him to the door.

He gives you a shy smile. “Only if you come see us off.”

“Am I even allowed on base?” you ask, surprise in your voice.

“Probably not,” he shrugs. “But we don’t exactly follow rules. I think an exception can be made this one time.”

His stomach thrills with butterflies at the soft, pleasant sound of your laugh. Pressing his lips to yours once more, he reaches blindly for the coat rack he knows resides by the front door, where he stashed his jacket last night after arriving.

His fingers close around empty air.

With a frown, he pulls back, and sure enough, the coat rack is completely empty. Eyes narrowing in suspicion, he takes a deep, steadying breath and counts to five before turning back to you. Confusion paints your expression.

“Didn’t you—”

“Yes.” He grinds his teeth. “Crosshair.”

One hand pressing to your mouth, you stifle a smile but can’t keep it from scrunching your eyes. “It’s too cold for you to walk back without a jacket.”

A thought occurs to him, and the words leave his mouth before he even has time to process them. “Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater?”

The look of surprise that overtakes your features is adorable, which makes the burning embarrassment that settles in his stomach worthwhile. All he can do is watch as you rush back to your bedroom, and return a moment later carrying the thick, oversized sweater you wore last night. Eyes sparkling, you silently help Echo into the comfortable garment, making sure his scomp doesn’t pierce through the woven fabric.

Looking down at himself, Echo finds that he quite likes the way that the sweater, so large and cozy-looking on you, fits him so perfectly. And, as he inhales to calm himself down fully, he’s greeted by the wonderful scent you wore last night.

He hums. “It smells like you.”

You duck your head, shuffling your feet, an abashed grin on your face. “Something to remember me by, then.”

“Like I could forget you.”

“You can’t say things like that when you have to leave,” you say with a teasing smile. Resting one hand on his chest, you lean up and kiss him sweetly. “Go, before I change my mind and keep you here.”

Echo hums. “Oh no, what a threat.”

“Go.” You gently push on him. “I expect that sweater back before you leave.”

“Of course, cyar’ika.” He opens the door, giving you one last fond look. “See you soon.”

And if, when Echo returns to the Marauder, he “accidentally” misplaces Crosshair’s pack of toothpicks, well, that’s his own business.

#tbb echo x reader #echo x reader #echo x f!reader #cloneficgiftexchange #the bad batch x reader #wrapped up in you #tbb x reader #rhiwrites

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kokoroisbleeding · 10 months ago

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Salutations, Kokoro!! I know you probably won’t see this for a while, considering you’re on break, but I wanted to say something anyways !

So you probably don’t remember this, but I dropped in here when I first created my account ((different url now)) and had talked about how you inspired me to continue art. That’s still true but now I’m way better at it and I’ve even found my own little good community of people !! ^_^

SOOOO point is …. Just wanted to say thank you again and your drawings are FANTASTIC bro I’d die for the way you draw Gabriel

Have a safe and wonderful break and stay beautiful for me !! :3

P.S - just have this hunch you may like JJBA .. maybe thats just me X3

Salutations to you too! Sorry for answering lately, I'm at school rn HAHAHAHA. But, from the very bottom of my heart, I'm very happy and honored to be the one that inspired you to draw and continue your art journey! There will be challenges but I know that you'll tank it and get through it HEHEHE (⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)

ALSOO, I'm really glad that you found your community! May your journey as an artist grow further!! Stay safe also!! Thank you thank you thank you AAAAAH (⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠//⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠)💖💖💖

I may answer occasionally (sorry 😔), but I appreciate you and everyone dropping asks/questions. Y'all brighten my day all day everyday WAHHAHAHA (⁠ ⁠◜///◝⁠ ⁠)

Reply to P.S: HOW DID YOU KNOW AAAAAAAA (I love josuke and okuyasu they so goofy🤗)

#my asks #kokoroisbleeding

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ryuichirou · 3 months ago

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Time to write replies! A lot of them are about Vil today, but also one about Jadidi…

Anonymous asked:

The recent Vil art took me a minute, but I was kinda horrified as soon as I realized what it meant.

But I also like the yandere implications of it, so I'm torn between fear and semi-amazement.

Hehe, the original fairytale is quite brutal! Disney’s version isn’t even the most brutal, but the idea of heart in a box is still there. I think this beautiful cruelty looks good on Vil.

So I’m glad you feel both fear and semi-amazement! I am very happy to hear that.

Anonymous asked:

...Who's heart do you have in there Vil?

Neige’s, of course <3 And definitely not some wild boar’s because his beloved hunter couldn’t kill Neige <3

Anonymous asked:

any thoughts about vil and his dad (shippy and/or platonic)?

Vil is his daddy’s precious most beautiful most talented most beloved boy in the world <3 !!!!!!!!!

But in all seriousness, for now I’m just delighted by their relationship. Every piece of info we get about them makes me smile, and I love how Vil gets very obviously soft every time he talks about Eric. Twst is once again very good with how it writes different kinds of parents, and I feel like we don’t get a lot of Erics in shows and games. Somehow it feels very refreshing.

In terms of shipping, you know we’re not the ones to shy away from this kind of ships wink wink And Vil gets so cute when he talks about it, and when he was angry that the paparazzi wouldn’t leave them alone was adorable… So everything is possible! But we need to actually sit down and watch them interact first just to see what Vil’s dad is all about not just based on his stories. Yes, it’s the “is he a top or a bottom” thing 😭

thestarlightfae asked:

I sort of did it? Would you mind giving a bit more description as to Vil's positioning when he puts the leg up? Thank you!

I want you to know that in my head you spent all this time in that pose waiting for me to reply, so now I feel extra bad for making you wait… sorry.

To be honest, the pose I was imagining is kind of vague?? I think at first I drew it with intention of Vil lying down under Trey and putting his leg up on his shoulder. But he could also be sitting in front of him while doing so, making it a bit more difficult.

Anonymous asked:

Ryu, words cannot describe how much I love your blog. Every time you post something, regardless if it’s art or if you're answering your asks, it brightens up my day a little bit. You’re feeding us so well with your content that everyone else is too afraid to post about. (What a bunch of pussies, I pity them)

Especially, I adore your Jadidi content cuz I love these two together! I know you haven't posted much about them for quite a while, but I have such a brainrot thanks to your delicious art!

I can't help but imagine Jade luring (somehow) Idia out of his room to the Montro lounge. It’s only the two of them there with the lights low and dimmed, and then before Idia saw it coming; Jade’s bending Idia over Azul's desk in the VIP room and fucking him from behind. I feel like that's how Jade would get back at Azul just to piss him off and on purpose doing it on HIS desk. Maybe he even drugged Idia beforehand? Who knows.

It would be a shame if Azul had forgotten something and had to return to the VIP room only to walk on Jade taking Idia on his desk. I bet even if that were the case, Jade would definitely make eye contact with Azul without stopping and continuing fucking Idia from behind.

That would be so Hooooot 🔥 🤤

Anon! Sorry for replying so late, your message made me very happy, and I kept rereading it every time I sat down to write replies. But today is finally your day lol I am very grateful and happy to hear that you like our stuff so much, despite and because of how weird it is. I’ll never get tired of saying it: it’s all of you who make us keep posting this self-indulgent stuff lol

You are so right about us not posting Jadidi lately. I know we posted a drawing with Idia and all of the mermen recently (which happened after you sent your ask of course), but Jade and Idia deserve more content about just them. I’ll sketch them soon…

The scenario you described really sounds like something Jade would do lol Two birds with one stone: he’ll have fun with Idia AND piss Azul off! Drugging Idia beforehand sounds like a plan at least to make him less nervous and more horny… and maybe more messy as well.

Poor Azul. I don’t know who I envy less, him or Idia. Definitely not Jade though, he’s having fun…

#replies

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noodmuz · 3 months ago

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OH MY GOD! I KNEW your art style was familiar to me somehow! I kept staring and staring at your BG3 artwork and it finally hit me that I know it from your Webcomic!!!!! (my dumb ass could have scrolled up and looked at your linktree but we're not gonna mention that lmfao) Absolutely adore it btw! I'm a very silent reader (sorry T-T I usually read when in bed or when I'm tired and need a mood boost) and every update makes me so happy to see <3 <3 <3

Awww, I don't know what to say. *0* Thank you for this wonderful message. It means a lot to me/us!! <3 <3 <3 (Even if I'm just indulging in my BG3 addiction here alone. XD) I thank you from the bottom of my heart for breaking your silence and writing me this message. And we hope that we can also brighten your day with the upcoming episodes. Ö3Ö/ <3

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 4 months ago

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Me, You, & Hennessy - Daryl Dixon

Plot:

I can't stop thinking about trans fem woman wearing a sundress and it gets their partner, daryl, all hot and bothered.

Pairing:

Daryl Dixon x Trans Fem!OC (Name: Cosette)

Warnings:

Slightly Pervy Daryl, Established Relationship, Pre-Bottom Surgery, Daryl Worships Cosette, Praise, Choking, Hair Pulling, Hickeys, Blow Job (Giving and Receiving), Slight Public Sex, Teasing, Writer is having massive Daryl brainrot right now.

Extras:

Takes place in season 6, Cosette is 27, Daryl is 43. I also tried to use vague language for Cosette's anatomy- i'm trans masc so i'm trying to be as respectful i can. Let me know if something needs to be fixed!

Song:

youtube

"These drinks got me feeling right."

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The sun beat down on the people in Alexandria as one of the warmest days of summer hit them. Some of the people complained but Cosette was loving every second of it.

She loved the heat and feeling warm because she was always cold. Daryl thought she was crazy, but he honestly loved how she would cling to him if she was cold, so he couldn't complain.

Daryl was out on the porch, talking to Carol while Cosette was up in their bedroom getting ready for the group party. Their group was going to hold a little backyard gathering to enjoy at least one night of the summer.

Cosette pushed back her long black hair behind her ear before applying a light red lipstick. She took one last look in the mirror and admired her sundress that she found in the closet. It was reached just above the knees and it was flowy with red roses on it, the main color being white.

Under her dress she wore bright red panties that she knew that Daryl loved. The final touch was the necklace that Daryl had given to her that he had found while on a run back when they first got together. It was a silver heart locket that held a small note inside that said 'My Lady'.

"Cosie, darlin, are you ready?" Daryl yelled up the stairs, ready to head over to Rick's home for the get together.

"Coming, baby!" She yelled back as she made the last minute decision to add red rose shaped earnings and a matching red choker. She smiled excitedly and slipped on some white sandals.

When she made it down the stairs she wrapped herself around Daryl's arm as he was faced away and talking to Carol. He looked down at his side to see Cosette smiling up at him.

"I was able to find this sundress in one of the closets and I haven't worn a dress in so long!" Daryl admired how excited Cosette was. He loved how she could love the small things in life and still find excitement in such a world.

"It looks like it was made for you." Carol complimented as she held a sincere smile. Cosette's smile only brightened at the compliment and thanked Carol.

Daryl finally collected himself from the gorgeous sight that was his girlfriend. He held her hand up and kissed it sweetly, "She's right." He grunted.

Cosette giggled as the trio made their way over to Rick's house, chatting up a storm on their way.

.- <3 -.

Laughter filled the air as the group sat around the campire and recalled stories of their lives on the road or before the end of the world.

Cosette sat on Daryl’s lap who was tipsy and laughing along with the others. He held a bottle of beer in his hands and took a long swig while his other hand rubbed his girl’s thigh. Daryl was on his 4th drink while Cosette was on her 3rd.

Cosette stood up from Daryl, tripping slightly but was caught by Daryl. “Where you goin’ gorgeous?”

She giggled, “I have to pee, baby. I won’t be long.” Daryl reluctantly released his grip and watched her dress sweat as she walked. The sight made his pants tighten a bit. ‘God she’s fucking perfect’, he thought to himself.

Daryl finished his beer as sat up, ultimately getting up to go into the house after a few minutes. There was a few eyes and oooo’s that followed Daryl as they noticed him go after Cosette.

He reached the bathroom door right as Cosette opened it. “Oh! Daryl- You scared me!” She giggled as she fell against his big chest.

Daryl chuckled as he pushed her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind them. “Damn it darlin, you look so fuckin’ delicious tonight in that dress. That choker isn’t helping neither.” He groaned as he moved to kiss her deeply.

Cosette giggled in the kiss and moved Daryl back against the wall. “I was hoping you’d think that.” She smiled and kissed him deeply. Daryl groaned in the kiss and cupped her cheek. His other hand lifted up the bottom of her dress and move under to grasp her ass.

"Mmm, Daryl. Not here- ohhh..." Cosette started but was interupted by Daryl's hand reach into her panties and rub her softly. His eyes are trained on the mirror that's in front of them, his eyes trained on Cosette's ass.

His hand wrapped around Cosette and slowly pumped his hand, watching the way her back arched and her hips move to gain more friction. "You even wore the red panties. Goddamn it darlin', I want you so bad."

His hand moved from her flushed cheeks and grasped a fistful of her hair to tug her head back so she looked up at Daryl. He watched her face contort with pleasure as Daryl's hand pumped faster around her length.

Her hands clung to Daryl's shirt as her legs shook beneath her, low moans spilling past her plump lips as she felt herself grow closer to her end. "'M close, Daryl, please, I'm-" Her words were cut off by an intense kiss from Daryl.

His hands sped up, earning breathy moans from Cosette until she sighed heavily and came in the older's hand. Daryl kept his pace until Cosette came down from her high. She watched with embarrassment as Daryl licked his hand clean from her cum, hiding herself against his chest.

"Fuck darlin', I could taste you for hours." His own cock throbbed in his jeans as he pressed himself against Cosette who only moaned in response.

Cosette pulled Daryl in for a deep kiss, their tongue meeting in desperation for the other. Her hand reached down for his belt buckle, quickly undoing it one-handed.

"We gotta get back- oh- to the party." Daryl breathed out, reciting Cosette's words from earlier.

Cosette only giggled innocently, "I get one, you get one. We'll do the rest after the party." She bit her bottom lip before moving down on her knees.

"God, the things I'm going to do to you when we get home. You'll be a mess, a mess only for me baby girl. You're so damn pretty when you're on your knees for me." He praised as he stroked her cheek.

She smiled up at him sheepishly before taking out his cock and pumping it slowly in her hands. Low grunts and groans came from the older man as Cosette stroked him a bit more.

He was fully hard, pre-cum leaking past the tip and down onto Cosette's hands. She leaned forward to suck the tip, savoring Daryl's taste. Daryl's hand reached her hair and tugged on it, but didn't push. He let her go at her own pace.

His head leaned back against the wall with praises spilling past his lips. Cosette's tongue worked on the tip of his cock, occasionally taking most of him down her throat.

While her mouth worked wonders, her hands added to the heavenly pleasure that ran through him. One hand pumped Daryl’s shaft while the other played with his balls.

Grunts and groans were heard and Daryl’s grip on Cosette’s hair tightened, he was growing close quickly. “Such a good fucking girl for me. I’m so close darlin’.”

She looked up at Daryl with a sweet look in her eyes, picking up her pace at an almost inhuman pace. Daryl’s breath caught as he slumped over while pushing Cosette’s head down to take him down her throat.

She gagged around him from the sudden stretch but sucked everything that he gave. Daryl loosened his grip as he came down from his high. Cosette swallowed and cleaned up the mess around Daryl’s cock before looking up at him. Her lipstick was smudged and tears ruined her blush, but Daryl thought she looked beautiful.

She got back on her feet and leaned against Daryl with a tipsy smile. “Mmm, I’d love to stay here…” She started while giggling as she felt Daryl lift her dress and rub her ass. “but we have to get back to the others.”

She kissed Daryl sweetly before pulling away to adjust herself in the mirror. She removed her panties and threw them at Daryl. “Put these in your pocket, I don’t want to sit in my own cum for the rest of the night.”

Daryl moved to clean himself up and sticking the thin cloth into a pocket before going behind Cosette and wrap his arms around her. “Darlin’ why can’t we just go home now so I can ruin you in that pretty little sundress?”

The younger almost gave in, she felt herself throb at the thought but kept composure. “As alluring as that sounds mister, it’s still early in the night and I’m enjoying story time.”

Daryl could only groan but obeyed Cosette. He was having a good time with everyone, he just couldn’t help that he wanted to take his beautiful girlfriend home and fuck her on everything in the house.

Taking his hand, Cosette leads Daryl back out to the backyard where they were hit with instant teasing.

“Finally! I’ve been having to piss for 20 minutes!” Tara said with a slight slur as she took off for the bathroom.

“Sorry girl!” Cosette laughed back at her as she took her seat back on Daryl’s lap, stiffening a bit as she felt how hard Daryl was under her.

She was met with a low groan and rough hands on her thighs as she moved to adjust herself. “I will fuck you on this chair in front of everyone if you don’t sit still.”

She froze as the hands rubbed along her thighs, working their way up her inner thigh. Her hands clasped around Daryl's, stopping his advances. "Daryl..." She whined lowly, "I'm going to get another drink."

Cosette made her way to get up but was pulled back down before she could get too far. "I can't have you stand up right now." Daryl chuckled against her ear, his words slurring a bit. The younger girl's face went red at his words.

"You're that hard already? I haven't done anything since we've been back out here." She teased, lightly rolling her hips down against Daryl.

Daryl could only groan lowly against Cosette's shoulder, his hips moved up desperately to match the slow grinding. "I can't help it darlin', you are just so damn pretty in this dress. God... and your legs baby, I need them wrapped around me as I ruin you. You're just so damn sexy baby."

Cosette was having difficulty maintaining her composure. Her breath was caught in her throat to hold back her sounds as Daryl's hands rubbed dangerously close to her throbbing center. She could feel everything push up against her, it made her mind spin. "Daryl... please not here." She whined quietly.

The older man leaned forward to lay his lips against the back of her neck, his hands slowly retracting lower. He breathed in her scent, almost getting drunk off just her smell. "I can only wait so long baby."

"Let me have one more drink and then we can get out of here." She compromised before standing up. Daryl stubbornly let go of her and watcher go to the cooler. He watched as she bent over to grab a mikes lemonade, almost groaning as he watched the dress shift higher.

He wanted nothing more to put his cock between her thighs and rub himself between her. His pants became tighter and the friction was almost too much for him. He had to look away from Cosette and put his attention on Rick, hoping that would distract his wondering thoughts.

It looked like Rick was in the same boat, watching Michonne. He turned to Daryl, same lustful look in his eyes. “Damn sundresses will be the death of us…”

Daryl chuckled in agreement. “Don’t think I’m going to make it much longer either. Cosette wants one more drink before we leave.” He groaned.

Rick pat his shoulder, trying to bring some comfort. “I can’t wait any longer, I’m taking my woman home.” He stated before standing up and walking over to Michonne who was with Cosette.

“Fuck this.” Daryl muttered as he followed behind Rick. They reached the girls and Rick instantly had his arm around Michonne, holding her close and kissing her forehead.

Daryl followed suit with Cosette, both arms going around her waist and pulling her to his chest. Rick whispered something to Michonne that made her giggle and wave goodbye to their friends.

“She’s going to get it gooooood tonight.” Cosette laughed lightly, her smile bright.

Daryl grunted and leaned down to her ear, “Oh but you’re going to get it so much better.” Daryl made a move to sweep Cosette up in his arms.

“Good night every body! Good luck with your hang overs tomorrow!” Daryl shouted to the rest of the group.

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The bed shook as Daryl fucked Cosette on it. His rough lips started leaving marks all along her fair, pale skin.

Her hands tugged on Daryl’s hair while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Daryl was stuffed deep inside of her, his hands bunching up the dress to keep it out of the way.

Cosette's body was covered in hickeys and her legs were shaking intensely. They were on their 3rd round and her body was on fire from overstimulation. Daryl couldn't get enough of Cosette, the way that her body just sucked him in made him never want to leave. She felt so good around him that he convinced him that Cosette was made for him and his dick.

The younger could only agree as his name fell past her lips along with strain cries. "I can't- I can't take much more!" She cried, her stomach tightening once more.

Daryl's hand reached down between them and wrapped his hand around Cosette, pumping her to the rhythm of his thrusts. "Come on princess, one more for me? I know you can darlin'." Daryl praised.

Her body shivered and her breath caught in her throat, pleasure and overstimulation hitting hard together. Her fingers tugged harshly on Daryl's hair and pulled him into a deep kiss to stifle her moans.

As it became too much for Cosette, she fell back from Daryl's lips and onto the pillow. Her back arched and her walls squeezed around Daryl's dick as she came hard on his hand her chest. It was intense and hot causing her eyes to roll and her head to spin.

Daryl kept his thrusts going, fucking her through her orgasm to reach his fourth climax of the night. His sticky seed spilling out of her from previous rounds and dripping on the sheets below them.

His lips attached itself to Cosette's nipple and sucked on it while his other hand played with the other one. He kept his brutal pace before stuffing himself deep inside of the younger, filing her again.

"That's my good girl, taking all of me. Such a good fucking girl." He praised once more and kissed her forehead before pulling out. She hums sweetly and turns on her side to snuggle against Daryl. She was hot and sticky, but she was too tired to care.

"Don't fall asleep yet darlin', I gotta get us cleaned up." He chuckled as she only groaned and pulled Daryl closer to her so she was face first in his chest.

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