#the banana thing sounds weird but she was teasing

[lavenderfeminist]

Did not realize some women bond over like, being straight (in a kind of roundabout way) until someone I know jokingly made fun of the way I eat bananas and then started nudging me about how cute some guy was and I came to the sudden realization that it had never come up in a conversation between us that men are not my thing

[itsquakey]

Q&A Time!

I haven't done a Q&A in a while so let's bang out some asks from the askbox and answer them.

Without really saying much, things have kinda gotten better, but I am def in a hole right now from multiple pretty saddening things happening to me all within a month. I'm having a lot of issues drawing but I don't think it's burnout-more likely I'm just a sad lump. I'm sure I'll improve though once the year finishes us.

Kind of...I plan to make either a epilogue for Revenge of Pike Knight or an entirely different comic about his process of letting go but also forgiving himself for her actions. He never goes back to being sweet bandana waddle dee but she does manage to loosen up as time goes on.

Mago gets stripped of any and all power that the average doomer doesn't have. So yea. He's a little guy you could punt like a football.

It's honestly really hard to say what my favorite food is, as I am someone who struggles with food (I blame it on the fact I almost died of starvation as a toddler and it ruined my entire digestive system but who knows it could be crappy genetics too). However here are some foods I enjoy that people may like! (Recipe Links are in the names)

Banoffee Pie: I usually like it without the bananas though, they are too soft texture-wise for me so it's really more Toffee Pie. Just remember if you are making the toffee from scratch that it is basically like making a bomb and you HAVE to make sure timing is correct otherwise pressure will build and either you will die or your kitchen will get a nice brown coat of sugar-paint (Personal experience here).

Chocolate Souffle: I always have this for my birthday so it's a fond treat. It IS a souffle though, so it's very hard to make if you do not have the experience.

Quiche: I love quiche, it's something that is eggy but also a pie and I can eat it any time of the day. I usually like just cheese in it but meats and some small greens are also good.

And finally- Zucchini Brownies (Or just walnut brownies): Which I actually haven't had in a while but man am I craving them. They sound weird but you can't taste the zucchini and it brings a nice dampness to the brownie.

When Powehi was little his sisters loved to tease him even though he would give little to no reaction. They seemed to have a decent relationship as children but I would not be surprised if Powehi doesn't really like his sisters a whole lot when he's an adult. They're still as annoying as before but now they act more like their father (a pet peeve of his). However they are still his sisters at the end of the day, so he puts up with them.

Since I don't know if I have the post up anymore- ANY FANART OR INTERPRETATIONS/INSPIRATION OF MY WORK IS OKAY. If it is fanart or is heavily based off my work all I need is name credit or an @/. If you @/ me, there's a very high likelihood I will see it and reblog it!

As someone who worked with various animals including tarantulas for a while- I love them. I love their fuzz and their little claws and paw pads and the fact they're chill (but at the same time very anxious) little dudes. I think they get a bad rap but they're nice.

If I remember correctly, the death of Meta Knight comic was originally artist trolling. Yes, I made the comic to purposefully get a reaction from you all and laugh evilly while you cried over his death. However that comic is the backbone of Nextgen and I'm glad I made it.

Yes, I will get to that art eventually. I'm just taking my time for reasons. I will/am also uploading art that is old but was never released on my account. Eventually once all the old art is posted new art will start up again.

Meta works his way up the ladder to become a Reaper. Not really spoilers but his design will be brought back soon. But yes, he can still see his friends with the help of Morpho. Also Galaxia shattered in the death comic, so she's long gone as well but returns to Meta in the afterlife at some point.

Dedede ain't dead yet! He's still kicking. Meta would have to meet him in the mortal realm as a little buggy.

Yes, however I highly doubt I will ever cover them in Nextgen, so it's up to fan interpretation at the end of the day.

Yes he does, he takes the form of a beetle much like Morpho takes the form of a butterfly in the mortal realm and gets to visit his friends when he can.

Apologies, but only my girlfriend can hug me : )

I imagine if the situation calls for it he does use his tongue. However he mainly chooses the sword and his fabric arms.

In Nextgen I like to imagine Kirby's copy abilities change as they grow up instead of someone upgrading them for him, hence why they look different when he uses copy abilities.

Powehi has always had some of Marx's powers and grew up with them normally. However as he gets older he begins to really not like them because it makes him different in a way others may be intimidated by.

In Nextgen Chilly and Magolor never got nor will get married. They're off again on again exes because it is way funnier that way and honestly aligns with the one manga more.

Magolor and Chilly met during the events of Star Allies, and their relationship/personalities are kinda based off that manga in a minor way.

Arthur showed up out of nowhere on Castle Dedede's entrance and ever since then Kirby has taken care of him.

In a surprising turn of events, no. The waddle dee from Kirby 64 in Nextgen is actually Bandana's/Pike's older brother who is the sole reason Bandana/Pike went down the path she did. The stories that were told about the adventure and the heroes his older brother worked with got her to be inspired enough to actually work alongside Dedede and later Kirby and the others.

Because that belt buckle is the last remaining piece of who he used to be. His robes are gone along with everything else but that buckle. He is now nude.

All Noddies are biologically and magically tied to the Dream Fountain which is the thing that gives them their dreams and tiredness. The only way Castella can have nightmares is if there's some kind of tampering with the Dream Fountain that effects it negatively.

I don't think canon Bandana would enjoy the fact I assassinated his character for some plot lmao. But for the sake of the funny just imagine them interacting like that one sonic and shadow clip from Sonic Adventure 2.

The cycle of matter only affects Dark and Light matter/ anything in between that. Matter like that usually will never see a reaper in their life because their souls almost never make it to the afterlife and instead are in a constant cycle of reincarnation, hence the name. Meta Knight was merely lucky enough to have Morpho break the rules for him just like how Necrodeus broke the rules for him when he was Gala and took his soul to the afterlife. Normally living things are taken by reapers to the afterlife when they die though. While non-matter characters like Dedede, Magolor, Marx, Pike, etc will be able to have a one way ticket to the afterlife, I'm keeping it vague for Kirby as not to spoil future ideas.

That's all for now! I'll be answering more asks in the future don't worry.

[cocotome]

This was such a fun stream! Some of the dubbing cast for Marvel and Star Wars franchises announced new movies and characters and Suwabe has now joined the Star Wars ranks!

The last activity was so interesting!! One person would sit in a chair with a dummyhead mic directly behind them. The other seiyuu were given cards and had to read what was written on it all at once.

The catch is that one person is saying something slightly different. The person sitting had to guess what the off phrase was and who said it. The dummyhead was there so everyone streaming could try to guess as well. During Aiba Aina's turn she was able to guess the phrase but couldn't tell who said it.

When she gave up, they all flipped their cards and it turned out Hirarin was the one who said the different phrase! None of the seiyuu could tell. The main phrase was くせになる (addictive) but everyone decided to tease Hirarin when they saw his phrase was クセイギャル (stinky girl)!! He's the least likely person to say something like that 🤣

In the end, Suwabe and Midorikawa asked Hirarin to say it in again into the dummyhead and he used a really sexy voice to say "stinky girl~". Everyone in the comments was talking about how good it sounded lmao!! Hirarin fans don't even mind being insulted as long as Hirarin is saying it lol!

Other notable things that happened:

NamiDai suggested some weird food combos for everyone to try, including bananas with mayo which is supposed to taste like sea urchin

NamiDai and Morimori fighting with real light sabers

Hirarin kindly requesting to join the Star Wars fam after Kase commented that he thought Hirarin also dubbed in the series

Kase (voice of Deadpool) calling Hirarin "Dai-chan" was really cute haha

It was a great time, even tho the cameras kept freezing and comments kept disappearing 😒. I had to go thru a lot of trouble to watch but it was worth it!

[marilynmon]

NSFW!! Cream pie (Taylor/reader)

don't judge me for this one pls, I also posted it on AO3(it's been a while ngl).

Summary: Reader works at a bakery on the main mall of Papa's City, the shop is quite busy everyday, but luckily for her, Cecilia is always around to help her with baking and serve customers.

However…

main warnings: terrible pun at the end, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns for reader, Taylor being absolutely a sweetheart, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, creampie(obv), public sex, no detailed info about reader's appearance, Reader's POV(first person), porn without plot.

825 words, sorry.

It wasn't that busy today, it was a bit weird but whatever, right? I tried to figure out how I ended up bent over the counter, a rather compromising position considering that my vision was now on the glass entrance of the shop, how embarrassing and unprofessional…

Even so, a small whimper left my lips as I felt his hand smacking my ass, fuck.

─ You should be a bit more resistant while at work [Name]. ─ he teased and I felt his hands move lower towards my covered pussy.

─ May I remind you who started flirting? ─ I replied with a mocking tone.

─ Oh yeah, my fault, sorry for distracting you sweetheart. ─ Taylor lowered down my panties until they pooled around my ankles, along with my pants.

Honestly, what am I going to do with this man?

My legs trembled slightly, but I held onto the counter for dear life, his fingers teasing my wet folds caught me a bit off guard, damn, damn him and his long fingers.

Soft gasps soon fell from my mouth as he pumped his fingers into my core.

─ Didn't think you would be this needy, you're so wet. ─ he whispered to me and I closed my eyes at the feeling of him stretching me. Where is my self control in this kind of situation?

─ S-Shut up… ─ I heard him chuckle and pull his fingers out of me.

─ ‘Think you can take me?

─ One way to find out, Taylor. ─ I glanced over my shoulder to see him, he was lowering down his jeans and underwear, dear lord.

His cock was big, at least a few inches over average, wasn't too thick and the tip had a dark reddish color, blending perfectly with his dark complexion. He teased my clit and entrance with his tip, coating it with my slick.

I gripped on the edge of the counter in anticipation, taking a deep breath to calm down myself.

He finally decided to stop teasing me, I let out a gasp when he penetrated me, his cock stretching me more than his fingers did, I hid my head on my arms, it hurt a bit, nothing too extreme. Yet, he soothes me with soft caresses on my back, whispering sweet things in my ear.

How can someone be a fucking sweetheart in such moments like this?

─ You can move now… ─ once he heard it, he started moving at a slow, sensual pace, thrusting into me with all the love in the world.

He moaned and whimpered, this man is going to be the death of me, his noises made me clench around him. My moans were muffled by my arms, the way he was hitting all the right spots made me crave for more.

Good thing, Cecilia didn't show up today for work.

I felt his hand move towards my hips, sliding underneath my uniform and stopping at my tummy, I shivered at the kind touch.

─ You look so beautiful in this position. ─ he whispered, his body flushed so closely against mine.

Fuck me, literally.

A small yelp came from my lips when I heard the phone ringing, what a bad time to order a pie. I reluctantly picked up the call, bringing it close to my ears.

─ P-Papa's Bakeria, how can I help you? ─ I really hoped that the client couldn't hear the sound of skin slapping and the filthy noises coming from Taylor's lips.

─ Good afternoon, I'd like to have a banana pie, with whipped cream and confetti, please. ─ it was Akari's voice from the other side of the line. I wrote it down on my notes, the writing was a bit readable, considering I was trembling with a bit of fear and excitement.

─ Whipped cream and confetti…Got it! ─ I had to hold back a loud moan as I felt his tip hit my cervix.

I quickly ended the call and placed the phone down, I glanced at Taylor and he was panting, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

─ Sorry about that…You feel so good around me. ─ he apologized and brought my body closer to his, my back was now against his chest.

─ Aah…Taylor. ─ my breath hitched at this new position, his movements never ceased and he continued to hit my cervix, fuck I'm going to cum soon.

─ What? Are you going to cum, sweetheart? ─ he asked, knowing damn well the answer.

I nodded, not even bothering to form words, only letting out loud moans.

My legs trembled and my body felt like it was burning when I came on his cock, breathing heavily, my clothes felt way too suffocating.

It didn't take long for him to cum as well, he groaned when my walls fluttered around him.

I felt his sticky cum filling me, oozing some out of me and dripping down on my inner thighs.

─ There you go, a nice “cream pie”. ─ he joked breathlessly and I let out an amused chuckle.

─ That pun was awful.

Yep, Taylor from Papa's Louis... HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE PLS 😭

[lizardperson]

today on "how can i make my problematic oc relationship even more problematic for funsies", i present the Fucked Your Dad AU lmao

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Mika was greeted by an impressive eye-roll and something that sounded like ugh. "Hello, dearest Ally," she greeted her classmate and put on an especially cheery smile, because she knew how much it pissed her off. "I thought you weren't coming over today. Dad's not home yet anyway." "Don't worry, I'm not staying," Mika informed her while pushing past her into the apartment. "Just forgot something..." She scanned the living room, finding the object of her desire on the couch. Grabbing the thick textbook and stuffing it into her backpack, she was already waiting for some kind of comment along the lines of "moved in already", but she was met with silence. Very suspicious, Ally never missed an opportunity to be a bitch. Not that Mika blamed her - sure must be odd when the girl you had some weird one-sided rivalry going with started fucking your very hot divorced dad. By now she had apparently mostly accepted it, but that didn't mean she was happy. What probably didn't help was Mika's unquenchable desire to poke her every chance she got - she didn't mean to actually piss her off, but it was really funny to see her grind her teeth sometimes. It was just friendly teasing, no harm done. Mostly. Ally had sat back down at the kitchen counter, brooding into her coffee cup, waiting for Mika to leave again. "What's up with you? You're in an even saltier mood than usual," Mika inquired while planting herself on the opposite side of the counter, chin propped up on her hands. Ally rolled her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it." Mika made no attempt to leave, just staring at her slightly amused, waiting for an actual answer, because now she was really curious. There was silence for a few seconds, then another eye-roll and an exaggerated sigh from Ally. "Just had a shitty date last night. Apparently, I'm bad at blowjobs." Mika made a face. "Wow, rude. What an asshole." That wasn't a nice thing to say. And knowing Ally's taste in guys, it probably came from some dude who wouldn't dream of going down on someone else, which made it extra rude. "Right?!" "But now the question is: are you bad at blowjobs?" Ally glared at her. "Seriously?" Without another word, Mika grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl next to them and put it in front of Ally, whose glare got even more threatening. Grinning, she nabbed a banana for herself and started peeling it, then bit into it while still waiting for Ally to go to town on the fruit. "You've got to be kidding me," Ally complained, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Come on, show me," Mika demanded. "Because apparently I am really good at that. You can ask your d-" "I swear to god, if you finish that sentence, I will beat you to death with this."

[applbottmjeens]

Anna and nicknames

Annabelle...

just calls Gaz "Kyle". Their weird rivalry and friendship has them on first name basis, and if she called him anything else, he'd probably ask if she was mental. "Fuck off, Kyle" has such a strong ring to it.

Calls Soap two things. "Suds" and "J". Her phone autocorrected him to Soup and Sap once in a groupchat and got clowned on it for a week. He calls her "Racc/Raccoon" sometimes but it usually turns into them badly reciting the rap to "Rack city". Has called eachother the "bomb dot com" because of their shared background in demolitions.

Called Ghost all sorts of things. "Boo bear, Reaper, Big guy, Spookie pookie (just to bust his chops.)" But mostly defaults to just calling him Lieutenant. Her phone also autocorrected Simon to Semen, and the groupchat went nuts. (PUN UNINTENDED)

Calls Captain Price "Cap'n" but in the way Flapjack does. It's cute. Called him Dad/Daddy a couple of times by accident and he looked like he was about to short circuit each time. Kinda calls him "Captain Dad" as a B99 ref.

Refers to Kate as Laswell, Mom, Ma'am. Anna has the umost respect and admiration for Laswell- she was the one who thought she was good enough for the 141 and she trusts her with her life. Kate just calls her "Ann" or " Sergeant Pham", proud to call her a member of Laswell's Angels.

Calls Isobel by her name but with additives. "Isobel you exotic desert flower/Isobel you hot Italian sandwich", Lots of praise. Lots of admiration.

"Izzy the queen!",

"The baddest bitch of a Lieutenant."

Sometimes calls her "Sobel" for short, but only in moments of urgency.

Calls Sparrow "Birdie!" or "Birb!". Hannah is another sister from a different mister. They've called eachother "Hannah/Anna Bananas" and have made B1 and B2 jokes about it. Calls her Big Bird (yeah like from sesame street) sometimes. Have both turned their head to someone calling the other's first name since they sound so similar.

Rarely ever calls Aly by her name. Ever have a friend you just casually flirt with? "Babes, Mamas, Shawtyyyy" All sorts of fun names, and sometimes "Mrs. Price" just to tease her. Had heard her go "Annabelle..." in a scolding tone many many times.

Calls Commander Graves "My Commander." And sometimes, "My Phillip." Her Phillip. Hers. She doesn't even realize she says it sometimes. "That's my Phillip." She says proudly, wistfully. He's the only one allowed to call her "Annie."

"Atta girl, Annie." He praises.

"Don't call me Annie..."

But he continues to. Pushing her boundaries until she relents, and she learns to love it, love it as something only he can call her.

Maybe she calls him "her Phillip", but is he really hers the same way she's his?

[barbasbodaciousbeard]

All That Happened - two

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OC

Gwen Brooks was paying for school by dancing at the club, and one night, Daryl Dixon found himself there trying to keep his brother in line. When her car won't start, the two find out they might just be the company the other needs.

“Hello?” Gwen answered her phone, cradling it between her cheek and shoulder as she carefully checked the cooling chocolate chip banana bread on her counter.

“‘S Daryl,” he said, and she could hear the shop sounds behind him.

“Hi Daryl,” she smiled softly. “How goes it?”

“It’s just the wiring. Redoing the hose too. Think I’m gonna check all the wirin’ and hoses. Do an oil change. It’s slow today.”

“Daryl, you ain’t-”

“I ain’t gotta do shit, girl. If I offer, I wanna.”

“Sorry. Worried you’ll get in trouble.”

“Ain’t gotta be. It’s my shop. Pop left it to me. Means I can call the shots. When you gotta drive?”

“I can get rides to work, and school is out for break until January. I ain’t got anything. Take your time.”

“Couple days, max. I’ll see y’tonight anyway. Merle, y’know.”

“Meet me for a smoke again. I still ain’t got a lighter.”

“Deal.” 

Gwen liked talking to Daryl. It hadn’t been much, but he looked her in the eye. He didn’t make her feel sexualized. And he knew about the club. She didn’t have anyone who did all three other than the girls she worked with, and with them, she felt bad being uncomfortable with the job. Some of the girls minded, but most of them didn’t. She’d been raised to wait until marriage, and there was a dichotomy between the personally virginal Gwen and the Gwen that learned how much money she could make here. It was nice to feel like what she did didn’t define her to someone. That night, she was happy to slip out the door when she saw Daryl slink out and leave his brother. 

Daryl hated to admit he was happy to see her follow behind him. She was young, pretty, and smart, and he needed to not delude himself into thinking she might want to be friends with a redneck piece of shit like him. Still, when he bought a pack, he made sure he had his lighter on hand, and he picked up a candy bar just in case she’d want it. It was anticipation more than craving that led him to lean against the wall at the side of the club. She came up from the back, smiling with the cigarette already between her lips. In one fluid motion, he clicked the lighter and held it up with his free hand blocking the wind as she lit up. 

“Thanks,” she grinned, exhaling slowly. “How was your day?”

“Normal,” he shrugged, pulling out the candy bar and offering it. She lit up and accepted it gladly.

“My guardian angel.”

“Weirdo.”

“You always answer with one word?”

“Not always.” There was that tug of his lip. He didn’t really look at her, but she’d only tease him for one thing at a time.

“Smart ass.”

“Whatcha in school for?”

“Elementary education. Wanna be a teacher.”

“You’ll be good at that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re sweet. Smart. Close to their size when ya ain’t in them shoes.”

“I’ll have you know the average child is under 5’2” so I’m taller.”

“Sure, princess.”

“You doin’ anything for the holiday?” Daryl stiffened at that.

“Don’t do that shit. You goin’ home?”

“They don’t talk to me because of all this,” she shrugged. It was quiet for a few minutes, and then she looked at him. “You wanna come over for Christmas? I like to cook. Could make hot chocolate and watch a movie.”

“What?”

“Nothin’. Nevermind. I’m not trying to be weird I just-” She was chewing her lip again when he looked at her. 

“Stop that. I ain’t ever done that Christmas shit. You sure you wanna do that with me?”

“I’m sure. I like being around you. You’re funny. And nice. And accepting. And a good guy.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding tightly. “We’ll do Christmas.”

“Really?” Shit. He was a goner. The way her eyes lit up made him have to work to suppress a smile. 

“Yeah. You old enough to drink?” The question sounded meaner than he meant for it to, but it didn’t phase her.

“I will be next month.”

“Shit. I could be your daddy, girl.” It took a concerted effort on her part not to make a joke that he ought to. She didn’t know if she’d want anything but a friend, and he felt pretty sure he wouldn’t want her.

“A young dad though.”

“Eighteen,” he shrugged. “You’re close enough I’ll still bring Wild Turkey for the eggnog.”

“So you do know that Christmas shit,” she teased, bumping his hip with hers. 

“Little brother, you got a sm– Oh, hello, blondie.”

Merle stumbled out, and before he could stumble towards Gwen, Daryl put himself between them. Merle stopped staring down at his brother. 

“I wasn’t talking to you, kid. You wouldn’t know what to do with her.”

“Merle, leave.”

“Darlina, let the lady decide.” Merle started to try and shove his way around Daryl, eyes narrowing on the little blonde with a thick flannel wrapped tight around what he knew was near nothing. His face hardened when Gwen’s hand went to Daryl’s bicep and she stepped closer to his back.

“Leave,” Daryl repeated, and he tried not to think about Gwen’s hip under his hand when he reached back.

“What kind of dick must little D be slingin’ for you to cling on ‘im like this?” A hand to his groin, adjusting himself as he stepped back with his eyes on her. “Ain’t got nothin’ on ol’ Merle. I’ll buy a turn then. Bought a turn with all the other whores in there.”

“I don’t do extras.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, and Daryl kept his hand on her. If he were to swing at Merle, it would cause more trouble. He wasn’t stupid. He’d stand his ground now. Watch her inside. Drive her home to make sure she was safe. 

“Leave her alone, Merle.” Gwen could look up at him and see the way Daryl’s jaw flexed and locked as he kept his stare trained on his brother. The weight of his hand high on her hip was comforting as she stayed close. It wasn’t like her how quickly she’d taken to Daryl, not anymore. Too many people had changed their minds about her.

“Fine,” he finally said, appraising his brother. “You can keep one piece o’ pussy to yourself. Just glad you finally got one. Y’know, my brother cried after I took him to a hooker the first time? Said he didn’t like it. Easy pussy and he didn’t like it.”

“Just go in.”

“Fine. I’ll see you back home, Darlina.” When he slammed through the door, Gwen looked up at Daryl with wide eyes. She didn’t like the way that ended, not because of any offense but because she didn’t like the picture it painted of Daryl’s home life. Add it to the fact he’d never done a holiday, and she thought he was much more used to being hurt and alone than she was.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and suddenly his hand jerked off of her hip.

“‘S fine,” he shrugged, stepping away to give them space again. He hadn’t liked that night, and it still felt too fresh and familiar. He was only fifteen, and he still had hope one day somebody’d be kissing him because they wanted to and he wanted them to. The whole process was mechanical and uncomfortable and a reminder he wouldn’t get those happy experiences he’d seen when he snuck into movie theaters. He didn’t want Gwen to know about that.

“Come to the back in an hour. I’ll be leavin’ and I brought you a present.”

“You ain’t gotta do that.”

“Too bad. Tell Ronnie I said to come. It’ll remind him.”

That found Daryl outside the dressing room, steadfastly focusing on the floor as he waited. When Gwen opened the dressing room door with her bag on her shoulder and clad in flannel and denim, he thought she looked more like herself this way. She held out a tinfoil-wrapped item.

“Chocolate chip banana bread,” she smiled. “Thanks for yesterday. And today.”

“You ain’t had to do that, girl.” He wasn’t sure anyone had ever baked for him before. It made him give a hint of a smile as he took it. “C’mon. You’re getting a ride home.”

“You ain’t-” A lifted brow from him. “Thank you.”

That found him parked outside her place again, and he’d made her stay while he tore off some of the loaf and dropped it in his mouth. 

“That’s real good.”

“Ain’t it? Wanted to do something for ya.”

“I ain’t done nothin’.”

“You have.”

“It’s just the right thing. Yesterday and today. All that happened.”

“It’s kind, Daryl,” she said softly, stretching across the truck cab and pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“Ain’t like seeing anybody picked on. All that happened,” he said, cheeks flushed red as he watched her walk up the walkway.

[sheisnotalone]

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭

.・゜-: ✧ :- ゜~.・゜-: ✧ :- ゜~.・゜-: ✧ :- ゜~

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: it's mainly fluff but Wanda and reader get into somewhat of a fight

Word count: 1.3k

Summary: both you and Wanda are bad at loosing, what will happen when you battle each other in Mario Kart?

A/N: Hellow, I am back, it definitely wasn't my best decision to start a blog while having to write exams, but whatever. Also happy twosday everyone! I hope you enjoy the story, let me know hat you think :D

*gif is not mine*

You were sitting cross-legged on the living room couch, a controller in your hand and your eyes focused on the big TV-Screen in front of you. After you had arrived home, you immediately started playing Mario Kart to get your thoughts off the things that happened today. You hadn't realised how much time had gone by when a soft voice pulled you back to reality.

"Mind if I join you?"

Wanda sat beside you on the sofa while waiting for your response, not wanting to be responsible for you losing the race.

"I'm playing online and I'd like to finish the cup, if that's okay for you, it's only two races and the we can play together"

"Sure, I can analyse your driving style to beat you then" She chucked standing up to search for another controller.

You easily won the next race leaving you second on the ranking only 2 points away from the leading player. "How are you so good at this?"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just good at driving" you respond. When you look at your girlfriends face you are met with a raised eyebrow "What? Do you think I'm a bad driver Wands?" "Well I... you know technically I-I didn't...." She began to stutter causing you to laugh "Oh shut up!"

"Who's a bad driver?" Natasha's words came from the door, her nearly silent steps approaching the two of you.

"Do you think I'm a bad driver too?" you direct your question to your other girlfriend ignoring Wanda blushing next to you. "Y/N! " But instead of answering you turn your head back to the screen just in time to catch the start of the last race. Natasha sat down on the armchair next to the couch, so she could watch you and Wanda closely. "You look so cute when you're focusing on a game, detka" The readhead's words bring a soft smile to your face.

Soon you've finished the race, managing once again to be in first place meaning you had won the cup. "Wait when did you get so good at this?" Now it's Natasha's turn to ask "The last time we played you could barely keep up with me and you know I'm not as good as Wanda or Bucky" You blush "Maybe I... I didn't want you guys to think that I am that dork who is playing video games the whole day... I-I mean it was one of our first dates and I... I was scared you'd think I'm weird"

"Because you are good at Mario Kart?" Wanda laughs causing you to blush even more. "Well if you say it like this it sounds dumb" you pout. "Don't be silly malyshka, it's not dumb and you know we love the dork in you" The sincere smile on Natasha's face assures you.

"Well then Wanda, you wanna show me how much better you can drive?" you teased, smirking when you realise the shift from laughter to sincerity on Wanda's face. "Nat do you wanna join as well?" you already start to stand up searching for the third controller as she answers "Nah, I'm good, I'd rather read my book right now. I think I'll have enough fun just watching the two of you tear each other apart. Besides you might need a mediator in case someone yeets the other of the road with a banana peel"

"Yeets?" you and Wanda begin to giggle, normally Natasha chooses her words very carefully to not talk in 'that weird Internet language' (at least that's what she calls it) which you and to some parts Wanda too had picked up. By the look on her face you could tell the older woman was mentally kicking herself for letting the word slip. Not only was she annoyed when you used it, she was often mocking you for it and the way it sounds, but neither you nor Wanda cared. "CEO, Entrepreneur, born in whatever year, Natasha, Natasha Romanoff, is lowering her level of speech so the peasants can understand her" Wanda bursts out and you two become a wheezing mess at Natasha's confused look, knowing very well she didn't understand what Wanda was referencing. "Oh come on guys... just start your game" she says trying to cover up her confusion. "Alright, anything for you Beyoncé" you ducked into Wanda's lap to avoid Natasha's hand trying to smack your arm as Wanda starts a race.

Soon your whole concentration is back on the screen. It wasn't hard to leave Wanda behind, building a good amount of distance between yourself and the other racers when the familiar sound of a blue shell caught you off guard, just when you thought you could be able to just go on without anyone passing you, multiple other items hit you, leaving you in 6th place as you finally regain control over your vehicle again. Wanda is now in leading position. In the last round you managed to come back to the second place crossing the finish line only a few seconds after your girlfriend. "Who's the better driver now?" the challenging tone in Wanda's voice is enabling something in you. "That was pure luck" you snarl back. "Game on then" Wanda snaps back. "You bet" you ignore the chuckle from beside you, maybe Natasha wasn't so wrong about the mediator thing after all.

A few races later and you and Wanda were starting to throw hateful looks at each other, the fact that you were tied on first position didn't help at all, both of you were bad loosers. The next race just worsened the tense situation because you managed to bypass wanda in the last second after hitting her with an item right on the finish line. "That was karma for the first race" you exclaim immediately realising that saying this wasn't one of your wiser decisions and Wanda's head turned to you, just a hint of a red sparkle in her normally green eyes. "Jeez calm down, it's just a game" your follow up just made the red more visible. "Let's see what happens in the last race then" Wanda's accent slips through and even though you were a bit scared you couldn't stop yourself from thinking how cute she looks right now, so desperate to beat you. The race begins and you take the lead, Wanda's brows furrow in concentration. Even tough Wanda manages to get to the first position once, you win the race leaving Wanda in second place on the overall placings. The victory beating in your chest to turn around to Wanda with a smug smile which quickly washes away when you see the look on her face. The sudden silence caused Natasha to look up from her book.

"Hey Wands are you alright?" you ask, putting your controller on the table in front of you. You didn't need an answer when you notice the tears forming in her eyes. Pulling her in a hug, you carefully stroking her back as she begins to sob into your shoulder. "Hey, hey, it's just a stupid game" you whisper in her ear. "You're still a good driver" "No it's not tha-..." her sentence gets interrupted by Natasha pulling the two of you into her lap after having settled next to wanda on the couch. "Always until someone is crying" the older woman shakes her head. "You both are good at this game and after Y/n won today, you will next time Wanda". Sometimes she is such a mom, you think to yourself allowing your body to fall deeper into the redhead's arms. "I love you, you know that right?" even though your sentence is primarily directed at Wanda, you are talking to both of your girlfriends. The woman in your arms nods againt your neck and manages to whisper "I love you too" while relaxing further into your and Natasha's embrace.

[justsomeclintasha]

“Thanks for going on a run with me, Nat.”

“Not sure if it counts as going with you when I can’t keep the same pace.”

“There’s not many people that could. But it was nice to have someone to get smoothies with after.”

Clint looks up as Natasha and Steve walk in the kitchen, both sporting identical Captain America baseball caps. She sips from her nearly empty cup. Steve tosses his in the trash.

“I desperately need a shower. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.”

He leaves, and Natasha grabs a piece of leftover toast from Clint’s plate.

“So uh, what’s with the hats?”

“Captain America! He’s my favorite avenger.”

“I’m an avenger!”

Natasha just laughs, leaning down to kiss his cheek before disappearing down the hallway.

XXXXX

Clint walks in the living room to find Nat and Bucky curled up on the couch, wearing matching Winter Soldier lounge pants of all things. He drops in the chair across from them.

“Not fair, Natalia,” Bucky says with a scowl, his character, Toad, spinning in circles from the banana on the track.

“There are no friends in Mario Kart,” she reminds him, nudging his flesh arm. He grins.

“Is that so?”

“What are you-?” She lets out an undignified squeak as he shoves her off the couch, laughing. On screen Bowser crashes into a wall and she loses the lead.

“Bucky!“

“I’m winning this one!”

“Oh no you’re not!“ Of all the avengers, she’s become the most competitive in the game. She settles back against his leg, resigned to sitting on the floor, and smirks as Bowser pulls out a blue shell.

“No, no, no- Natasha!”

“Better luck next time.”

XXXXX

Summer nights mean dinner on the patio, and it’s Steve’s turn to grill. He flips the burgers, trying to show off a little, and drops one on the ground. They make extra for a reason.

Natasha claims her usual seat next to Clint. Despite the warm air, she always runs cold. He frowns. This time it’s an Iron Man hoodie. He decides he’s not going to say anything.

“You okay?”

“Need a beer. You want one?”

“Yeah, please.”

He brings one for everyone, twisting the cap off for her before handing it over. She rolls her eyes. They both know she could do it herself. Secretly, she finds it charming.

“Come on, Steve, I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I bet you had a really hard day hiding in the lab.”

“Says the one who got her ass kicked in Mario Kart by a guy with one arm.”

“Hey!”

“Sorry, mom,” Tony says, smirking at Steve. Bucky laughs along with the rest of them. Tony pays for the comment, though. Steve makes sure to serve him last. Clint is just a little bit happy about it.

XXXXX

“Okay spill.”

“What?”

“You’re being weird.”

“I am not,” Clint insists. They’ve finally retreated to the quiet of their room. She’s sitting on the bed, a book in her lap, and he’s stretched out next to her.

“Clint.”

“Why do you keep wearing clothes from all the hot guys in the tower?” he blurts out before he can stop himself. She raises an eyebrow. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”

Cranky now, he rolls to face the wall.

“Hey.”

“No. Let me be crabby in peace.”

“Just look for a minute.”

Reluctantly, he rolls over, becoming slightly more interested as she slips off her pajama shorts. Underneath she’s wearing Hawkeye underwear. They’re not sexy- in fact, they’re obnoxious purple boy shorts with targets on them. He can’t help but burst out laughing.

“What the hell are those?”

“You like them?”

“They’re the ugliest things I’ve ever seen. I love them.”

Still laughing, he moves closer, and she pulls him down for a teasing kiss.

“Think you can hit the bullseye?”

“That’s awful, Nat. That’s so bad. Almost as bad as those underwear. Maybe you should take them off.”

“Oh and that wasn’t bad?”

“Is it working?”

“It might be.”

[harryskalechips]

one and done

A/N Hi everyone! I’m back with a one shot :) I know I don’t write as often anymore but since I’m self quarantining and I’m just about finish with high school, I thought I should try and give it another go? I’m also re starting up my jewellery business so ahhh many goals in mind but no motivation ??? Okay, I hope you guys enjoy this one!!! It is definitely a slow burn with smut but part 2? I dunno!!

Y/N and her brother’s best friend Harry, has had some pent up sexual frustration for a while. Wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;) 

*smut includes spanking, choking, male and female receives oral, harry dom but Y/N rides, magic face cream treatment for anti wrinkling results? Yes, and what else? sub space, hair pulling, gosh I forgot please read it 😁

Word Count: 6.1k // Masterlist // one and done PLAYLIST

“Don’t you think it's a bit of a cliché to be crushing on your brother’s best friend?” Ness teases Y/N as they walk out of her house. They were just on the steps about to go on a walk around the block. It was definitely one of their favourite things to do as the sun was just about to set.

Y/N had her butt sat on the spruced wooden steps as she ignored her best friend’s comment. First off, she knew it was a cliché. Secondly, her last encounter with him just seconds ago was already making her plan her own execution.

In her head, it was simply her just jumping out of her window multiple times until she lost consciousness. Ness on the other hand was standing up, watching the poor girl tie her laces. “Okay, I was just teasing. We can change the topic.” She lends her hand out for Y/N to take.

“It’s not just that Ness.” She gladly accepts the gesture and stands up. She wipes off her butt and glances back at the door. “I’ve never had a thing for him! Ryan and Harry have been best mates since what? 8th grade and for some reason ever since the cruise from last summer, I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“It’s because he was shirtless half of the time.” Ness laughs as she hands Y/N’s water bottle to her. “Okay, we can admit it though. As a senior he is 10 times more attractive than he ever was. He looks like a frat boy that could jump my bones.”  Y/N stops walking and just stares at Ness while the girl continues to walk. She grabs her hand and pulls her forward. “Okay, I’m sorry for the bad comment.”

“He is hot though. Really hot.” Y/N smiles.

“See, that’s why you should sleep with him.”

“What are you crazy? Ness, Ryan would kill me or him -maybe the both of us!” 

“It’s pent up sexual frustration. Harry legit watched us walk out your door while eating a banana and you still managed to trip on your shoes.” She laughs.

“He was making eye contact with me!”

“All I’m saying is that he throws parties at his house and always invites us despite y’know us being juniors. Just offer, do it, slip out, and never say anything about it ever again.” Ness elbows Y/N as she crosses her arms. 

“Maybe I will.” She laughs pretending to actually sound confident in the idea.

“Good, there’s a party this Friday anyway.” Ness shrugs her shoulders. “It’s the best remedy sis.”

~

“Harry, can we talk?” Y/N follows him into the kitchen while everyone else is God knows where around the house. 

“Ryan is in the backyard, trying to get Cassidy back.” He barely glances at her as he pours himself a drink. He notices an empty one in her hand so he decides to pour coke in hers. 

“I um wasn’t really drinking coke.” She states confusedly as she watches the bubbles in her cup dissolve.

“You think I’m trying to get you drunk at this party. One alcoholic beverage is good enough for yeh.” He smiles at her as he screws the cap shut and taps the top of her head. He was treating her as if she was a child, which definitely pissed her off since she was going to ask him a really fucked up favour in the matter of 60 seconds.

“I can handle myself, you know.” 

“Yup.” He rests his back against the counter and bites the rim of the plastic cup as he looks at her. “What do you need though?” He genuinely asks her. Although they weren’t that close, Harry knew her long enough to know she wouldn’t start random a conversation with him. It was more like a hi and bye situation. Not her trying to actually talk to him. 

“I have a favour and you can’t tell Ryan.” Y/N lets out a big breath as she watches his reaction change into a confused one. 

“Look Y/N, if you want to try and smoke a blunt, I think it’s best you find yourself a dealer that doesn’t know your brother.”

“No, not that.” She whispers as she moves in closer. There were more people entering the kitchen and this was about to get really fucking awkward. 

“What?” He looks at her and notices her body shifting closer to him. Her chest was touching the side of his arm, making his eyes look towards the cabinets instead.

“I-”

“Yes?”

“Do you wanna fu-?” His eyes widen as he downs the rest of his drink in one go. Harry doesn’t even let her continue as he steps away from Ryan’s little sister. 

“I’m sorry do I already know the rest of that question?” He tries not to obviously choke on the liquid in his mouth.

“Well, I don’t know you didn’t really let me finish.”  Her sassy tone comes out. Her cheeks were really red and although Y/N came to the party with Ness feeling really confident in the dress she picked. She just wanted to go home and not show her face to him ever again. This was the stupidest idea! Why on earth did she think Harry would want to sleep with her when there are so many girls that try to get his attention. 

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He bites the inside of his cheek and watches some familiar people leave the room. Once it’s clear again, he speaks up. “Like are you serious?” He could feel his throat becoming more stuffy. “You and me?” She nods. “Really?” She nods again. “That’s crossing the line and Ryan is pretty overprotective. I can’t do that to him.”

“Cool.” Y/N stands perfectly still as she tries her best to maintain eye contact with him. She takes a sip of the coke but later, grabs the bottle of alcohol and pours it into her cup regardless of him watching her. “Well, don’t let Ryan know.” She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Thanks for answering my survey!” She gives him an awkward smile then walks out of the room. How can a guy pass up on her??? First rejection has gotta sting. 

This wasn’t some weird guy she was asking though. This was Harry, Ryan’s best friend. If Ness was put in his position, she wouldn’t want her to say yes either. God, she was also going to kill her best friend for putting the most ridiculous game plan in her head.

And although the party continued on, Ness and Y/N didn’t let the earlier events bother them. The two spent hours just fucking around until they found a comfy spot in the living room.

“Y/N, don’t look.” Ness sits beside her on Harry’s couch watching a few strangers play an unfamiliar game on the floor. 

“What?” she quickly looks up to see what Ness is talking about. It wasn’t a surprise to see Harry holding Carla Laws’s hand as they walked up the stairs. They looked pretty excited for a room tour too.

Oh hell no, everyone knows a girl doesn’t go to Harry Styles’ room to just hold hands and a cute sentimental room tour!

“Are you sure he didn’t want to with you?”

“Yes Nessa.” She rolls her eyes and drinks her third cup. “Whatever, if anything at least I don’t feel attracted to him anymore. I found a new ick. He doesn’t even find me attractive.”

“Good. Rejection may hurt but it makes you wake up and face reality.” 

~

Okay if there was one thing Y/N could say now, it was that she is finally over Harry. Overall, he was nothing but a phase. Yes, she was crushing on him for the first semester of the year but after that weird conversation they had, it made sense why they couldn’t work out anyway. He’s a stuck up douche - a typical senior, all while she was a junior who was either too infatuated with him or too horny. Maybe both?

It’s been about two weeks and although Ness made sure to keep trash talking the guy, Y/N knew there was more to him than what her best friend thought. She knew him for years! Maybe the fact he was athletic, charismatic and just kind that made her realize what a perfect guy he was. She knew he was a bit more complex than what other people thought of him and it wasn’t bad at all. 

What she never thought was how awkward it was going to be the next time she saw him. “Hey, Haz.” Ryan opens the door for his buddy as Y/N covers herself with the blanket more all while pretending to watch TV.

For the past couple of days, Ryan was going over to his house and maybe Harry asked him too to come over, but what she didn’t expect was to see him again so soon. 

“Hey Ryan.” Harry takes his jacket and boots off as it just begun to snow outside. “Hey Y/N.” She quickly glances at him and waves. 

“Let’s go to the kitchen first, I wanna get snacks.” Ryan suggests as he walks away, assuming Harry would follow him like usual. 

After thirty minutes, Y/N thought the boys would be upstairs but as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but her shorts and her brother’s old t-shirt, she was surprised to see Harry and Ryan eating sandwiches at the breakfast bar, looking pretty serious. Did Harry tell him? 

As she walked closer, she noticed both boys were just on their phones, scrolling through different social media platforms. She quickly brushes past them to put her dish in the sink. Ryan seemed unbothered but she could definitely feel Harry’s eyes on her. Once she makes eye contact with him, he quickly takes a sip of his juice and looks at his phone once more. “Y/N can you grab the chips in the cabinet please?” Ryan looks up at his phone and notices his sister was standing right in front of the cupboard. 

“Yeah, no problem.” She turns her back on them and opens the cabinet. She goes on her tiptoes reaching for the only bag of chips. Once she grabs them, she puts them on the counter and walks out of the room, only hearing her brother murmur a thank you. 

It was about 6:30 PM and the parents weren’t home yet. Ryan and Harry decided to chill in the living room when the doorbell rang. Pausing the game, Ryan opened the door to see Tom standing in front of him. “Y/N it’s for you!” He calls out for his sister since he knew Tom was her friend.

“Who’s that?” Harry mouthed.

“Her boyfriend.” Ryan shrugs as he unpauses the game. 

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Y/N walks down the stairs, pulling her shirt down. 

“Vanessa told me to come by. Apparently you need help with the calculus homework? I’m free tonight anyway.” He smiles and gives her a hug. Tom was a really good friend of Ness and Y/N. He was a smart boy that was really kind and obviously had a big crush on Nessa. There was anything he could do for her. 

Y/N instantly bit her cheek and laughed as she remembered Ness’ text message a couple of hours ago when she told her Harry came by. This was definitely one of Ness’ master plans. “You’re so sweet.” She pulls away and laughs. “We can go upstairs, I have a few questions to ask.” She quickly glances at her brother who doesn’t care all while Harry tried his best to maintain his eyes on the screen. 

“Y/N, Put some shorts on!”  Ryan finally yells out as the two went up the stairs. 

~ 

“I don’t get why he throws parties every weekend.” Ness takes a sip of her drink as they sit inside Harry's dining room. They probably weren’t going to stay too long. Everyone was inside due to the cold weather with the occasional smokers outside. Being the only few juniors, there wasn’t much the girls could do other than loiter around, drink a few cups and play the games they knew so well. Y/N wasn’t the type to have random hook ups but you know her exception with Harry. 

“Gemma has gone off for college and Anne is always working really late shifts at the hospital. He’s pretty much anywhere and everywhere besides his house unless it’s a party.”

“True.” 

“I’m going to say bye to my brother then we can head back to mine if you want?” Y/N offers as Nessa nods and downs her drink. 

“I’m going to drink a cup of water. Meet you at the front?”

“Mhm.” They both stand up and leave the room. Nessa was heading straight to the kitchen while Y/N began to wander around the house. 

“Y/N.” Harry calls out her name over the music. He was wearing a while long sleeved shirt that was unbuttoned. It made him look really attractive which almost made Y/N lose her breath. 

“Hey Harry, You know where Ryan is?” The only typical thing she would ever ask him before that one time. (Pretending as if she didn’t sexually harass him last time.) 

“He’s downstairs with the rest of the boys.” He glances around at everyone and looks at her once more. “I’m sorry, are you um- leaving?”

“Yeah me and Nessa are going to call it a night.” She wraps her hoodie around her figure and tries to make her way to the stairs. 

“Want me to give you girls a ride?”

“No no, it’s okay!” She smiles and waves her hand at him. “Nessa drove. You also have a party to h-”

“It’s kind of late maybe she should head home and we can-” And that’s when it hit her. Was Harry Styles trying to isolate her? 

“Oh.” She widens her eyes and slowly nods. “Okay. I’ll let my brother and Ness know. Should I meet you in your car outside?”

“Yeah.” He runs his hand through his hair and quickly leaves her side. After bidding her farewell to Ryan and explaining her interpretation of Harry to Ness, she was  quietly leaving the house as she watched Nessa walk by herself to the car down the street. What surprised Y/N more was to see him in his brown jacket standing by the passenger door. 

“Did you tell Ryan I was dropping you off?” He  nervously smiles as he opens the door for her. He makes sure no one is watching them leave together as he feels the butterflies forming in his stomach. 

“No.” She puts her hood on and sits in his car. She was picking on her stockings trying to avoid the awkward tension between them. Once Harry sat inside and they both put their seatbelts on, they were on their way to her house. It was weird knowing she was actually leaving a party with her brother’s best friend so she could suck his- 

 “What happens if they notice you’re gone?”

“Um, I’m sure they’ll think i'm elsewhere doing stuff.” She knew what he was thinking about and that made her a bit uncomfortable but it didn’t change the fact it was true.

“Are you still down to y’know?” Harry honestly never thought he would be this nervous talking to Ryan’s little sister. 

“Yeah.” She bites her lip as they glance at each other. 

“Cool. Are you like a virgin or something. I mean is there anything that I should know about?”

“No.” She shakes her head and low-key observes how he drives. 

This was going to be one hell of a night. 

Harry has seen Y/N’s room a countless number of times but to actually be with her by themselves in Ryan’s house made him feel really guilty. That guilt however, was shoved in the back of his throat. The girl in the room with his was obviously the best distraction. “I like your room.” he smirks at her as he looks at her soccer trophy collection from grade school. 

“Thanks.” She laughs lightly as she takes off her jacket. She quickly texts an update to Ness before putting the phone on do not disturb. 

“So before we start, what made you ask the offer?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on her chair. He sits on her bed and glances at the time. It was still early, so people probably weren’t going to be looking for him. 

“This is going to sound really dumb but I’ve had this crush on you since the cruise last summer. Well, you know Nessa... she had this thought and she thinks it is just pent up sexual frustration?” She shakes her head of saying the whole idea out loud. “So I thought maybe I should just get it out of my system.” Harry laughs as he takes in of what she just said. it made her smile as well.

“You were checking me out all summer?” He asks her in disbelief. “Little Y/N wanted to jump my bones?” He started to smirk at her. Although they didn’t know each other too well, the awkward tension was gone with just one simple laugh of his. 

“Stop laughing.” She throws a pillow at him. “I didn’t think you would say no.”

“I didn’t want to say no Y/N are you crazy? I’m laughing because I kept checking you out in those tiny bikinis you used to wear.” He throws the pillow to the side and shakes his head. “I don’t want to cross Ryan like that but I think i need to get you out of my system too.”

“Mhm and why’s that?” She locks her door and sits on the bed with him. “Because Carla couldn’t distract me from seeing you in my sheets.” He leans in and kisses her. “Tom coming by a few days ago with you wearing nothing but those little shorts was already making me lose my mind.” He whispers and kisses her again. 

Y/N immediately sits on his lap while trying her best to keep his mouth on her’s. Everything about this was so hot. She was about to just rip his clothes off. 

“One and done yeah?” Y/N rubs herself on him as her fingers tangle themselves in his hair. He kisses down her neck while grabbing her ass. 

“One and done. Just to get you out of my system.” He confirms with her as he gently throws her on the bed. He’s pulling his long sleeve off and taking his shirt off but once he begins unbuckling his jeans, he couldn’t help but notice Y/N trying to take her shirt off as well. “Fuck.” He murmurs as he gently unbuttons her long sleeve to help her take it off. In a flash, he’s on his knees unzipping her skirt and taking her stockings off as well. “You looked really pretty tonight by the way.” His cheeks flush as he throws her bottoms behind his back. Y/N laughs quietly and she sits up and brings his face closer to hers. 

“I actually would like to say the same exact thing.” He leans in to kiss her once more. Her lips were extremely soft and forbidden and it was making him slowly lose his mind all over again. Y/N thought Harry was just a phase but that seemed impossible as she was already dreading the fact this was a one and done situation. 

“You’re just so fucking soft and alluring.” He whispers in her ear as he unclasped her bra. “I already know I need to fuck you hard.” Y/N eyes’ roll back as she feels his wet mouth on her nipple as the other one massaged the other. Her hands were trying really hard to focus on the task at hand which was to undo his pants but it was definitely not working with the way he was distracting her. Not a single thought could process in her mind.

“I think since this is a one and done situation, you better make this memorable.” She whispers and bites her lip as she tries to hold back a moan. His fingers were teasing her covered entrance but Harry could feel her drenched spot already clenching at his presence. 

“Memorable? I’ll definitely leave my mark on you.” He sucks on her mouth more roughly than usual as he rubs his fingers on her centre. “You wanted me so bad baby? You just had to beg me huh?” He gestures his hips more forward to help her with his pants. 

“I’m kind of new to this. Be a bit patient.” Y/N laughs as she gently unzips his pants after numerous attempts.  

“You just ruined the moment.” He laughs with her as he kisses her forehead and takes his pants off as well. “Just kidding, this is probably the most fun I had.” He hovers over her again and teases her entrance. 

“What do you mean?” She lays on her back and roams her hands all over his chest. 

“Never got the chance to tease the fuck out of a pretty girl then fuck her hard.” He slaps her clit and bites down on her lip. She suddenly lets out a moan that makes her eyes flutter and her chest rise closer up to his face. 

He brings two of his fingers to her mouth and slowly lets her lick on it before rimming her entrance and shoving it in without any warning. His thumb slowly rubs her swollen numb as he can’t help but rub himself on her sheets as well. “You mind if I get a little bit of a taste? I’ve been dying to know. I saw you earlier at the party and I had to jerk myself off seeing you in those little stockings of yours.” 

“You. You jerked yourself off thinking about me, baby?” She looks down at him and smiles softly. He gives her a little smirk before pulling his hand away and heading his head down a bit south. His tongue dips slowly on the left side of her leg as his hands grip her thighs tightly, sure of the bruises to form soon.

“You’re like a fucking wet dream. How can I say no to you?” He urgently swipes his whole tongue on her centre. “I saw you earlier and had to go to my room.” He takes another lick. “Fuck baby, the best i’ve fucking tasted. Fuck oh fuck.” He precisely observes the way your whole swallows his fingers in and clench so tightly around him. His tongue dipping and switching with his fingers because he honestly can’t decide which is best. 

“Harry, fuck me please baby.” Y/N moans loudly as she harshly grabs on her boobs. She’s never been fucked this good. It was honestly feeling like a dream. With that being said, she’s only had sex a handful of times but Harry seemed like such an expert in the field. “Oh God.” She tries to pull away. She wasn’t sure if she could continue on with Harry obsessively licking and sucking on her wet centre. 

He looks up and watches her eyes roll back as her fingers begin to pull on his head aggressively. His only reflex is to spread her legs wider. After her first orgasm, Y/N lays on her back staring at her ceiling trying to catch her breath. 

“Fuck me.”

“We aren’t done yet, love.” He laughs at her cuteness. He can’t remember the last time where he wasn’t rushing to finish himself off. He was taking his time with Y/N since it’s what she deserves. He lays down beside her and kisses down her chest. “Tell me when you’re ready to go, yeah?” He dips his tongue on her shoulder until it reaches the huge hickey he left on her collarbone. He gently licks around it and sucks on it again. 

He was a bit surprised to see Y/N sit up and grab a condom from her drawer. “Thank you for fucking the shit out of me, I’ll gladly return the favour.” She smiles and tucks her hair behind her ear as she focuses on putting the contraceptive on him. Just touching it was already forming butterflies in her stomach. 

“I could’ve been fucking you on that cruise.” he mischievously smiles at her as he watches the way her pretty tits move. 

“You were sharing a room with my brother.” She hisses as she holds onto his shaft trying to gently ease the pain as she fully sits on him. 

“But you were alone.” He grabs onto her waist and helps her. “You’re so beautiful fuck.” He sits up on her headboard as her palms rest on his chest. Both of their eyes couldn’t help but watch the way he was easily penetrating her. 

“Was touching myself because of you.” She mumbles out as her speed begins to increase.

“What did you say baby?” He almost chokes on his breath as he can feel her fully taking him in. 

“Couldn’t stop thinking of you on that cruise. I needed you to rail the fuck out of me.” She moans louder as she starts to feel his hips meet her. 

“Fuck me. So perfect, Shit.” He quickly turns them around and shoves himself back into her. His hand immediately tightens around her neck and once he is about to pull it away, she keeps his hand on her. 

“Fuck me harder.” She cries out as his arm begins to push her legs up. He spits in between their centres before thrusting as hard as he can. All you could hear was her headboard banging against the wall as his hand continuously choked the fuck out of her. 

“I bet you like getting spanked too huh?” He bites his lip and semi turns her body before slapping her ass. 

“Harry fuck.”

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come around my cock.”

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Y/N cries out as her fingernails scratch his back. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad please.” tears begin to form in her eyes as she continues to clench around his dick. Harry immediately pulls off the condom and helps her sit up on her knees. She absolutely could not feel a thing below her stomach but with Harry’s hard cock in her mouth, she was already closing her eyes and trusting him with everything she was. She’s never been this fucking vulnerable, she was literally about to pass the fuck out. 

She was softly holding onto his thighs but her hands found comfort on his waist as he began to fuck her mouth harder. Harry on the other hand, kept his eyes on how her mouth was taking him in. He watched the way his fingers wrap around her hair tightly as he brought his hips closer and closer until he could feel her gagging on his dick. Without a warning, he immediately pulls out and spills all over her face.

“Why’d you do that?” She opens her eyes and pouts. She was pretty upset how she couldn’t taste him spill into her mouth. So her finger immediately takes a swipe of his spill and puts it in her mouth. Without hesitation, she’s taking his forming soft dick in her hands before softly licking it clean and softly sucking on his balls. She takes his shaft and swipes her cheek once more before licking the rest of his spill from his shaft. 

“You’re going to make me hard again if you keep doing that baby. Might not be as nice as I was this time.” 

“Maybe I want another round?” She gestures him to lie down as she continues to kiss and suck on his cock. 

“Thought it was a one and done.” He softly smiles as he removes some of the hair from her face.

“How about a one and done night?”

“Deal.”

And although they thought this was crossing a line, they already knew the moment their lips touched, they wouldn’t be able to stop.

~

“Wait so he changed his mind!” Nessa laughs as they drive back home. “Bitch how are you at school today? I literally saw you limping at lunch.”

“Shut up.” Y/N mouth widens as she rubs her face. “I don’t know what happened okay? We said one and done but we honestly went a couple of rounds before I had to wake him up so he could drive back home.”

“But is he out of your system? Don’t get me wrong Harry’s a fine guy but like dating wise? He’s been with other girls but somehow always goes back to Carla. They’ve been like that before you and Ryan moved here.” 

“Yeah, he’s out of my system.” Y/N laughs but truth be told, some nights when she can’t sleep, she’ll find herself staring at the ceiling. 

“Why are you guys home so early?” Nessa asks once they step inside the house. There was a good comparison between Nessa and Ryan with Y/N and Harry. First off, Nessa literally saw Ryan as her older brother which meant they were pretty vocal towards each other. Secondly, Nessa was very comfortable at Y/N’s house almost as if this was her second home. 

“Carla and Cassidy are coming over.” Ryan smirks as Harry cleans the living room behind him. “During the party last night, I may have asked if they wanted to come over for a double date game night thing. Mom and Dad are cool with it since it's a Monday which is their date night too.

“Oh have fun.” Y/N buds in and laughs. “Make sure to actually vacuum please. You don’t want the girls finding your crumbs on the carpet.” She takes her jacket off as Nessa follows behind her up the stairs. Harry obviously tried to ignore the fact, she bluntly ignored him. 

“Double date? Damn, you guys really did just fuck and brushed it under the carpet.”

“It meant nothing right. So?” Y/N tries to brush off the topic as she sets her backpack down. “Why won’t you sit down?” “On that bed?” Nessa smiles awkwardly as she glances at the double bed near the wall. 

“I changed the sheets.” Y/N takes her shirt off and replaces it with another loose top. She unzips her pants and wears her black tights instead.

“So should we invite ourselves to their double date?” Nessa raises her eyebrows as she lays down on the bed. 

“No because it’s weird and I don’t want Harry to think I’m jealous.”

“I think you are.”

“Nope, I told you I don’t like him like that anymore and he’s out of my system.” She tries to ignore the fact, how she swallowed him without hesitation.

“Okay but wouldn’t it be better to prove to yourself you are just by being around him.” And although Y/N wanted to protest that, the two best friends ended up being invited by Ryan to play downstairs anyway. 

“You girls want a refill?” Ryan sits up from the coffee table as he cleans up the empty red cups. Ness, Carla, and Cassidy wanted a new one which made Y/N go help her brother out in the kitchen. 

“Are you having fun?” Ryan asks as he throws the cups in the recycling. Y/N pours the preferred drinks in the new cups as she looks up at her brother. 

“Yeah, I was wondering why you invited Ness and I. Don’t you think we’re cock-blocking?”

“Harry suggested you guys hang out with us while we played games. More competition is fun y’know. Plus you and Nessa can leave whenever.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, I guess?” 

“Yup.” He grabs two cups as she does. She couldn’t help but notice how Ryan suddenly started cheering. “Yeah, Styles get it! Woooo!” Y/N turns her eyes to notice Harry and Carla making out on the floor by the coffee table. 

“Are you guys dating again?” Cassidy laughs as she tries not to watch them make out.

“Sure.” Carla pulls away and pecks his cheek. Nerissa was just watching Y/N’s reaction and she knew it was a bad one. 

“Y/N could you walk me to the car? Appa just texted me and he’s wondering where I am. I forgot it was his birthday.” Nessa speaks up.

“Oh shit.” Y/N was clueless of her excuse. Which thankfully made her seem more genuinely in a rush to get out of the room. She sets the drinks on the table before going upstairs with Ness.

“How did you forget it was Appa’s birthday, Ness?” 

“I don’t know.” She packs her things up. “Why don’t you come with me? He’s gonna blow his cake soon.”

“Oh, I don’t want-”

“Come.” And if there was one thing Y/N knew well about Nessa, it was that she wouldn’t ever forget it was Appa’s birthday, especially if she just celebrated it a couple of months ago. Without a fight to say no, Y/N immediately grabs a hoodie as they walk down the stairs. 

“Ryan, I’m going to Ness’ to celebrate Appa’s birthday. I’ll be home soon before Mom and Dad comes home.”

“Oh okay.” Ryan waves at his sister as his arms rests on Cassidy’s shoulder. 

“Bye guys!” Ness and Y/N wave as they both exit the house immediately. Harry stays unbothered as he takes another sip of his beer. 

“Thank you for getting me the fuck out of there.” 

“It’s okay. We don’t actually have to leave you know. It’s 6 PM, I can drive the car to a different neighbourhood and you can cry all about him there.”

“I love you.” Y/N begins to tear up. 

“I love you too.”

~

“What’s Tom doing here?” Ryan’s eyes are in shock as he watches his sister hold hands with the familiar boy. What’s confusing is that Y/N went to Ness’ for a birthday. 

“He just wanted to come over.” She smiles innocently as she waves hi to the same party. It was just about 7 PM and the double date duo was watching an unfamiliar movie on TV. Nessa called Tom and Y/N had to explain their situation. Although he didn’t really want to do it. He knew Y/N wanted to prove something to the Harry guy. So as long as they didn’t do anything romantic or weird that would cross his boundaries, Tom was okay with it. 

“Aw, I didn’t know you were dating Thomas?” Cassidy smiles as she walks in with a bowl of popcorn. She hands it to Carla who is cuddling up against Harry on one of the sofas.

“We aren’t dating.” They both look at each other and laugh. Tom shakes his head and pulls Y/N up the stairs instead. 

Once the pair is gone, the dates begin to watch their movie again. “Ryan, you really don’t care if your sister is by herself with that boy?” Carla laughs as she feeds herself and Harry popcorn.

“I’m definitely not going to interfere with that, they’re probably doing the nasty already.” His eyes widen as he stuffs more popcorn down his mouth and although, Harry was keeping his eyes on the screen, there wasn’t anything sitting well with him knowing the girl he was with on the weekend was already in somebody else’s arms. 

The goal was to get each other out of their systems, why the fuck are they so jealous then?

great plan Vanessa. 

Part deux ici 

[heavenbarnes]

PLEASE STAND BY: The times they are a-changin’

Wanda Maximoff x female reader

Warning/Contains: spoilers for “WandaVision”, aspects of mind-control meaning reader isn’t truly consenting, parts of this don’t make sense and are designed to make you feel strange, cheating, oral sex (f!receiving), sex toys, fingering, a lil bit of 60s gender roles

Word Count: 2.6k

i hope i’m conveying how the aspects of sex change with the decade? i also hope you’re enjoying these as much as i am! lets get weird x

MASTERLIST

Kissing James on the cheek and waving him off down the driveway was just how you started your days. Sometimes it felt like you began existing the moment your lips touched his skin, and then you were waiting for your next move.

Waiting for her to need you.

To say you were pleased when Wanda phoned you up, that would be an understatement. Your heart had jolted a bit, just stoked to hear from her. The clip in her voice had put you back a bit, she sounded anxious, needing you round at her place as soon as you could.

You’d been folding clothes on the couch but dropped them in an instant, immediately gathering yourself and heading a couple clicks down the street, stood on the Vision’s porch with knuckles wrapping against the tall door.

The moment those wide eyes greeted you, it was hard to match her nervous energy. There was something about being close to her, it was like something took over your senses and you just felt right. You felt like you two were always meant to be close.

“What’s up, buttercup?” You asked, stepping over the threshold. 

Leaving your pumps by the front door, you let your stockinged feet enjoy their plush shag carpet. Mentally, you made note to tell your husband that you needed to get onto this new decorating fad.

Wanda snapped you from your thoughts by directing your attention to the fabric clutched in her hands. “Oh, love!” She sighed with the perfect dramatics. “It’s a disaster.”

Dropping your purse on the loveseat, you came closer and let the sequined fabric sift through your fingers. A sweet little leotard, shiny and eye-catching, with-oh!

With a sizeable rip trailing up the side of the zipper.

“Vis and I are meant to be impressing the town with our act, I can’t go out looking like this!”

You eyed up the tiny outfit, tilting your head with a scrunch of your nose. “If I saw you on stage in this little number, I’d be more than impressed.”

Wanda’s mouth dropped in a gasp, hand coming up to give your arm a playful smack whilst she was at it. The moment you saw the smile creep onto her features, you knew you’d hit your mark, she was cooling it just a little.

“Good thing I am a wizard with a sewing needle!” You handed the garment back to her. “Put this on and let me have a crack at it.”

As she rushed off to the bedroom, you fished around your purse for a moment. Somehow, you had managed to leave a tray of sewing supplies in the bottom of it, with what seemed to be the perfect color of thread. You readied the needle, waiting on the arm of the couch as you heard her fluffing about in the bedroom.

She called your name in a sing-song voice. “You ready?”

“Yes, Wanda!” You called back, darting your head up as she entered.

The needle you’d rested between your teeth dropped into your palm as your mouth flopped like a carp, the sight before you too good to believe.

“Shut that, you’ll catch flies.” She teased, long legs striding towards you that you couldn’t tear your eyes from.

“Vision is really going to let you out in front of the town looking that good? Hope he can put up a good fight!”

You spun her around as she just shook her head at you, allowing you to pull at the fabric splayed across her back. Pinching it carefully as not to accidentally stick her with a pin, you gently began to thread the material back together. Wanda sung gently to the sweet melody that played from the radio.

Unchained melody, to be precise, before you knew it your head was swaying in time to the sweetest sounds.

Crouching slightly, the mini-dress you’d chosen this morning might’ve been a pretty sight, but it wasn’t one for movement. Hiking it even further up your thighs, you bopped down to get eye-line with the tear in the fabric. 

Strange as it might seem, this was your bliss, Wanda singing quietly and your hands on her waist with no questions asked. You might’ve taken a tad longer than normal to stitch away, but you were relishing your time. Thinking on it, the song seemed longer than you remembered but as long as Wanda was singing, you didn’t mind.

Once the tear was closed, you broke the thread and gently ran your hands down Wanda’s shoulder blades. “All done! Just be careful when you get out of the thing.”

Tossing you a look back over her shoulder, her eyes cast you up and down. “Will you come give me a hand.”

You might’ve swallowed hard, but you certainly agreed, nodding your head quickly as you followed her into the bedroom. The hanger was laid out on the bed in wait as you carefully drew down the zipper.

It was like all the air was sucked out of the room, the only sound of the Righteous Brothers still crooning away on the radio beside the bed. Wanda shimmied slightly as you brought the fabric off of her with the steadiest your hands could manage. It wasn’t your fault she made you shake, she was a fox, she knew it and so did you.

Once she drew her legs out of it, you reached for the hanger, slotting the straps onto it and putting it up in the wardrobe ready for the performance. To show your manners, you placed your hand over your eyes as you turned back to face her. 

Hearing her chuckle, you shot her a goofy little grin, not expecting to feel her delicate fingers wrap around your wrist. Slowly and slightly tugging, she brought your hand down with her own. Breath caught in your throat, your eyes widened on their own account as you took her in.

“You can look, sweets,” The sound of her voice nearly knocking you out. “I want you to look.”

You didn’t know where the confidence came from, all you knew was the feeling of launching towards her. Your hands wrapped around her jaw, pulling her mouth against your own as her own fingers gripped the fabric of your shirt. You moved your grasp down until your palms were against the bare skin of her sides.

Head spinning with the overwhelming feeling of...her. For all you’d thought of this, every time you were near her your head would fill with the filthiest thoughts, you couldn’t believe you were finally getting your hands on her.

Her lips tasted sweet, they felt like a summer holiday you’d dreamt to recreate. Wanda was so all-consuming, the way she moved against you, moved for you it was all so perfect and so very much a testament to who she was. Maybe without her knowing, she revealed herself in the way she held you, the way she let you in.

She made quick work of the Mary-Quant-number you were itching to get out of, flinging garments around the room until you were both left as naked as the days you were born. Backing her up to the plush mattress, you lay her back against it, inching up slowly till you were between those long legs.

“Oh boy,” You sighed, manicured fingernails gently trailing up her. “You’re gonna’ drive me wild.”

Wanda giggled, the sound trailing off and becoming entwined with the music still filling the room, her hands came to rest against your cheeks. Grasping her thighs, you lifted them over your shoulders till you were face to face with the object of desires.

You could hardly control yourself, immediately wrapping your lips around her and earning yourself a pretty little cry straight from her lips. Fingers wrapping around your head and pulling you in, you moaned just a tad against her as your lips gently captured the tiny bundle of nerves.

There was no doubt, you would let your jaw go numb and your tongue fall off if it meant you could lay here and draw these sounds out of Wanda for the rest of your days. Her gentle whimpers and moans were like liquid honey, dripping across everything and leaving it all just that bit sweeter.

You felt her shuffling above you but paid it no mind, your eyes closed as you savored the pretty taste that only she could come out with. In a moment, she was tapping you gently, pushing something into your hands.

Lifting your head, you studied the peculiar thing that Wanda had given you. Bright yellow and shaped like a large lipstick, you screwed your nose up at it before it struck you. You’d heard about these things but never thought you needed one, you must say, James knew a thing or two.

“Vis not doing it for you any longer?” It was certainly tongue and cheek, it earnt you a gentle smack.

“Of course not, it’s just Dotty had a party and was selling these.” Her cheeks were already flaming. “Practically made me take one!”

“Oh, I’m sure she had you under mind control!”

Nevertheless, you turned it on and the powerful vibrations came through, enough to shake your hand a little. Keeping eye contact with Wanda, you lay the electric-banana against her, watching her whole body mellow out into the bed.

A dirty smile overtook your features, you could get behind these kinds of things if this is what they turned her into. Wanda’s hips rolled up and her mouth dropped with a heady moan, one of the most exquisite things you’d ever heard. It was enough to have you rubbing your own thighs together.

Licking a stripe up two of your fingers, you brought them to her entrance, gently pressing them in as she rolled against the natural motion. She was tight, gripping you almost instantly as you eased your way in. Crooking your fingers up, her hands came to your no-longer-neat hairdo, tugging on it as the feelings took over her.

Working both the gadget and your fingers in time together, Wanda’s whole body was reacting beneath you. Her back arched from the bed, toes curled against your shoulder blades. Soon her hands left your hair, coming to her breasts to tweak against them, sweet cries and whimpers still harmonizing with the radio.

Pressing the toy against her further, quirking your fingers forward, Wanda nearly screamed as her pleasure peaked and crumbled apart. Her body was visibly losing all tension as she felt apart beneath you. Turning off the toy and tossing it to the bed, you replaced it with your mouth to see her through her pleasure. The most luscious sounds of your name fell from her, obviously the only thing on her mind as she came apart and came back down to earth.

Passing her a robe, you let her cover herself as you did the same, fruitless attempts to fix your hair in the mirror before you made your way out. Both smiling at one another, she pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, leaning her forehead against your own as the radio started the same song over again.

“Hmm, this station sure loves Unchained Melody.” You laughed, Wanda chuckled quietly against you.

“Mmm,” She hummed, nipping your lips again. “They sure do.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

The static from the radio caught you both, choppy waves of sound overlapping one another and warping the Righteous Brother’s tunes. Prepared to leave it be, you cupped Wanda’s jaw for another sweet peck but stopped yourself short.

“Wanda-” Your eyes shot up to meet hers. “Wanda, do you copy?”

Slowly, you both turned your heads to watch the radio, brows furrowing in confusion at the signal intrusion. “Wanda, you don’t have to do this.”

Your body stiffened, skin prickled cold at the sound filling the room. Wanda didn’t react the same, she seemed to be overcome with a feeling of discontent. You dropped your hold to her arms, gently turning to look to her for explanation.

“Are you hearing this-”

Wanda shook her head, sighing deeply as her gaze stayed fixed on the radio. “Enough, I’ve had enough.”

“I could do this, could do you all day, but I need to get going.” You sighed, unwilling to pull yourself away from her.

Wanda gave you another sweet kiss, but still allowed you to step away and find your purse and shoes. As you were straightening yourself out a tad, the door swung open, Vision returning home from work.

“Ah, what a lovely surprise.” He smiled at you, hanging up his jacket. “So pleased you two have each other, nothing more dangerous than a bored housewife!”

You and Wanda quickly caught each other’s eye, both giving up a keen wink as Wanda opened her mouth with a smirk. “You have no idea.”

“I apologize, Vision, I am just leaving! If you’re home, my James must be too.” Offering them both a wave goodbye, you hurried back up the street to your husband.

Laying two plates of meatloaf on the dining table, James smiled sweetly as he began to cut into it. “And how was your day?”

“Good, thank you,” You smiled, taking one bite of the meal. “Spent it with Wanda, yours?”

James too took a single bite of his dinner, crossing his cutlery and pushing the plate back up the table. “Very busy, lots of things to do, but it was good.”

You pushed away your plate, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, fingers grasping your own gently as he squeezed your hand. Looking into his eyes, he’d never looked so lovely, he’d never looked more like your whole world-

Both of your heads whipped to the door, the sound of a thump from outside drawing your attention. Frowning at one another, you both stood and walked to the window. James stayed behind you, hands gently grasping your waist as you both tried to scout out the source of the sound.

Walking down to the sidewalk, that’s when you saw it. Emerging from the sewer grate in the center of your street was a man, a bee-keeper to be precise. James held you just a bit tighter, pulling you closer into his front as you both studied the peculiar sight.

You didn’t know what caused you to cast your gaze up the street, but you were met with the Vision’s, his expression matching your own in a tinge of fear. You saw Wanda straighten up, her lips pursed as if she was making a conscious decision. “No.”

You pushed away your plate, also, taking a sip from your wine glass as you smiled at him. James reached across the table, picking up your dinner plate with his own to clear the table. “Time to hit the hay?”

Laying beside him in your plush bed, you reached across, gently brushing some of his hair back behind his ear. He opened his eyes, looking to you with that kind smile that’d made you once fall in love, and that was when you saw it.

“James,” You cooed, leaning in till you were nose to nose. “You have the most beautiful blue eyes.”

-

“Now, I may be jumping the gun here but you ever notice the way the scenes never last when it’s just Bucky and 19 together?”

The screen glowed bright in those technicolor strips, signaling the end of the broadcast. 

“She could spend a whole day with Wanda, doing nothing just chatting on the sofa together, but get her alone with Bucky and suddenly the scene wants to reset itself.”

The transmission crackled, the waves chopping just slightly, still those letters lay bold across the screen.

“PLEASE STAND BY.”

[aetheternity]

Sight, smell, touch, taste, sound and which one I believe would draw the Aot girls to you. Kinda Modern Au 🤷‍♀️ idk you be the judge.

(Pov: none of you asked for this but I got bored and decided to give it to you anyway.)

Mikasa

~Touch

The first time you touched her it was to pat her shoulder and tell her, "good luck" on a mission and she's been riding that high til the day she finally had you.

She was already so infatuated by you to the point that every bit of your touch became a daily necessity.

Locking you into her tight hugs late at night.

Pulling your lips back into hers whenever you try to escape.

She'll give you tiny kisses spread all over your face as soon as you wake up. And she's a huge fan of eskimo kisses. You might even trigger a little giggle from her when you initiate them.

She wants to rest her head on your chest and fall asleep to your heartbeat.

She's got your fingers perfectly knotted with hers in every situation.

Tangles your legs when the two of you are resting on the couch.

"I have to get up sometime Mikasa." Not today you don't.

Her favorite spot to scratch is your lower back. She softly circles her nails over that bit of skin after hiking your shirt up.

Please let her spend the day with you in her lap it's the perfect amount of intimate for her.

Annie

~Touch/Sound

One day you came to her with concern filling your eyes and hugged her even though you never had before. You simply told her, "I feel like something's wrong but I won't pry. Just know I'll be waiting for you to come back to me." So softly in her ear and despite her push back at first her feelings for you grew stronger everyday.

She grew to adore the smallest things about you.

The sounds of your low morning yawns before you kiss her face.

The warmth of your knee resting between her thighs

Loves when you whine her name. It sends heat flowing through her entire body. "What do you want?" (She'll pretend she hates it tho.)

Whenever you two are alone she has her head firmly placed on your chest, falling asleep to your heartbeat. Just like Mikasa (No you do not have to pee lay back down)

Loves when you card your fingers through her untied hair. (Sometimes you make her hum when you scratch the back of her head just right.)

She's gotta have your hands when you two are cuddling. Holding you like she's scared you're not really there.

Whisper in her ear and she just might shiver for you.

Laugh when she's sarcastic and watch the pretty pink color dust over her cheeks.

Tells you she loves you under her breath and melts when you say it back after kissing her cheek or neck.

Sasha

~(Sweet angel 🥺) Touch/taste

She held your hand like she'd always done with you and asked what you'd want your last meal in the world to be. Fucking around you said, "You." And the girl practically burst into flame. Meanwhile Connie at the opposite end of the table is mocking y'all talking about some, "Get a room already!" And then you did 😏

Oh, you just had some candy? She's biting your lips and sucking on your tongue.

Oh, your shampoo/body wash smells like banana, coconut, strawberries etc? She's got her face in your neck giving you little kisses. (Sometimes she'll give you a little kitten lick but it's fine cause you love it 😃).

She likes mutual feeding (ik that sounds weird idk how else to put it.) Like if you guys are eating popcorn together while watching a movie, she likes when you place the popcorn in her mouth and she does the same for you.

Licks the butter off your fingers when the popcorns gone.

When you stretch your arms next to her and then proceed to wrap them around her neck or waist she's in heaven.

Adores the feeling of your fingers splayed over her stomach right after she finished eating and the way you tease her by stroking her inner thigh.

Randomly jumps in the shower with you so that she can run her hands up and down every inch of your skin.

Sometimes she wakes you with a bunch of forehead kisses.

"Five more minutes please.." You beg

If you wake up before her though she'd love to be wrapped in your arms as she eats breakfast.

Hitch

~Sight (y'all already know my baby's a lil shallow)

It was like a movie scene. She saw you across the room during a small party for the anniversary of the military police first debut and she just had to have you. And bug you.. she stayed by your side as often as possible after that.

She'll laugh so that her compliments on your body sound less genuine but she means it every time.

And when you're not looking she's got her lip between her teeth, eyes working up and down your body.

"I wanna see you in this honestly." She'll say late at night handing you a picture and covering her face as you look at it.

"Reminds me of your pink dress?"

"Yeah! Yes.. that's the point we'll match."

Doesn't matter how long you've been dating. She'll always build a little tension before every kiss by looking directly at your lips then back into your eyes with a little smirk.

Whistles when you wear an outfit she recommended.

She never straight up says it but her favorite part of your body is the part you like the least.

Backwards ass compliments.

"You know orange isn't normally your color but today you made it work." And "You seem really confident despite wearing those pants."

Don't worry it's how she shows affection.

Makes you blush as often as possible because she just can't get enough of how gorgeous you are when you do.

Pieck

~Sight/taste

From the second she saw you she knew she had to get you out of your little bubble. You'd both done the warrior training as kids and you always kept to yourself. She thought a person like you looked like you had a lot of secrets. And she was gonna learn as many as possible. The older you guys got the more attractive you became to each other and you kinda fell back into the nervousness she thought she'd driven out of you. Eventually she got you to accidentally blurt a confession. Next thing you knew her tongue was pulling all conscious thought out of you.

Idk Pieck gives me the vibes that she'd always be looking for a way to stick her tongue down your throat?? (Just me?? Alright..)

She'll twirl you around with a hand around your waist. Unabashedly checking you out.

Loves long sweet kisses while she rests between your legs.

Will never stop smiling at you when you exit the shower in only a towel.

Brushes her lips over your stomach to wake you.

She's so enamored by the twinkle in your eye when you talk with the younger generation of warriors.

Playfully suggests you just walk around the house completely naked so she can really appreciate your body.

Her heart one hundred percent drops when she sees you sad for even a second.

Let her kiss you wherever she wants! It's a lot easier than arguing with her!

And she will try in some weird places. (She gives me body worshipper vibes.)

Yelena

~Sound

She heard about you due to rumors about your incredible fighting style. But what made her seek you out was the knowledge that you were next in line to become a titan shifter. It was hard to tell if her affection was due to interest in you as a person or your incredible fighting style but one day she asked you to live with her in the new world. Of course you said yes.

She loves the sound of you singing. (If you can sing) Sometimes she actively seeks you out and asks for you to sing to her.

Your war cries make her back arch (shh I didn't say that).

The second you guys started dating she developed a sixth sense of some sort where she just shows up if you're crying or if your day has been going terrible.

She just adores the sound of your voice and she can't get enough of it.

I could see her dragging you off some place where the two of you can just talk.

Within less than a week of dating you she's already got ways to get any noise she wants out of you.

Graze their neck with the tip of your nose for giggles and kiss the tips of their ears for I love you's.

That sort of thing.

Whenever you make a noise she hasn't heard before she's dying to force you to make it again.

Idk what it's called but I feel like Yelena has that thing where noises are attributed to colors in her brain. And at some point she explains all the colors she sees whenever you make certain noises.

Hange

~Sight/touch

Moblit had to take a.. short vacation after one of Hange's lab disasters nearly crippled him.. so Erwin had asked you to fill in and you said yes. It was only for a couple weeks and during that time Hange stuck to you like glue. Throwing an arm over your shoulder, stealing little glances and laughing loudly when you'd catch her. It felt like normal Hange stuff. But on the last night before Moblit's return, Hange was weirdly not.. Hange.. being quiet, filling in data and barely making eye contact. You asked if you'd done something wrong but Hange barely said anything back. Before you left she was nose deep in paperwork. You said your goodbyes and you were about to leave when Hange asked if you'd be willing to go on a date. When you looked back she hadn't even looked up but you smiled and nodded with a little yes and the rest was history.

It's a no brainer that you spent all your free time in Hange's lab to be Hange's other support system other than Moblit.

And when Moblit died, Hange's entire support system.

Her touch lingering on your lower back as you lean over to check her notes.

Completely enamored with the glint in your eye whenever the two of you come up with a sort of breakthrough.

Deadass pulls you into her lap at the most random times.

Oh hey the meeting finally finished? Yanks your frame right into her lap and laughs at the eye rolling of fellow colleagues.

Hange will say sorry but that blush on your face was so worth it and she's so glad she did it.

Rubs your back as you sleep on the work piled on your side of the desk.

Probably accidentally wakes you up a couple minutes after you fell asleep though.

Hange once sat you on her lap after a meeting right before Erwin tried to hand her some papers over the table. Without thinking she stood up to grab them and your face slammed into the table while her hips were pressed against your ass. Immediately getting everyone's attention. Safe to say you no longer sit next to Hange at meetings. (I had to add this even though it's a little off topic and random.)

Historia

~Smell (First one here.)

She had to share a room with you until she became queen. And almost every night she'd have some kind of nightmare about Ymir. You didn't mean to make a move but one night she crawled into your bed like she always had and you wrapped your arms around her shivering form like you always did. She had her nose trapped in your nape and you pressed a kiss to her forehead hoping it would stop her harsh breathing. And it did. She froze, the world froze, everything froze. You had leaned back to apologize for overstepping her boundaries and she kissed you back.

She'd gotten so comfortable with your scent that not only did it constantly lull her to sleep but always gave her a sense of security.

You're her security blanket. I don't make the rules.

Speaking of blankets. You gave her yours when she moved into the castle.

Whenever she gets even an hour alone she's trying to get you in the castle so she can sit in your lap and bury her nose in your nape like she always has.

She also steals your shirts and hoodies as often as possible until they smell like her then you have to take them back and cover them with your stink again.

Spending early mornings in the castle after washing your hair and her telling you over and over that she missed your smell.

It's legit like having a long distance relationship while being in the same place.

And she doesn't let you go until the last second before you both have to go back to work.

If you guys have time and you shop together she'll keep the candles that you believed smelled the best in her room.

All in all give Historia your shirts to wear cause she loves them/they look great on her.

Ymir

~Sight/touch

You're probably either super sweet like Krista or really sarcastic like her and that's what draws her to look more in depth into you. When she finally gets a chance to actually look at you fully without the odm gear she finds herself fixated, tracing your figure with her eyes. You guys finally become friends, who mutually enjoy bullying Reiner. But she finds that she hates it. Thinks you're teasing her every time you brush her fingertips without actually holding her dammed hand. One day she just reaches out and grabs you properly and doesn't let go. Yeah, you're dating now.

What can I say except, she likes running a finger over the lines on your palm.

She's always grabbing you out of nowhere but you don't mind. You just let her hold you.

"You look extra beautiful today, bet you'll look even better when I put a ring on your finger."

Puts her hands under your shirt with no fucking shame.

Stares at you and yells at the first person that mocks her. Reiner/Connie

Can and will find a way to smack your ass the second she gets you alone.

Trails little butterfly kisses over your shoulders when you're trying to get dressed in the morning.

Literally everything you do is weirdly skillful to her.

Like you're peeling a potato and she's like, "You're so amazing at that.."

Let her lean on you for absolutely no reason she loves it. 🤷‍♀️

(I realized after writing this that Annie and Armin have the same one even tho I don't ship them at all 😕)

[imsickenedbutcurious]

Can you tell us more about the fanfic? :D

Oh lord, every time I remotely explain the plot of this story I internally cringe at myself because it just sounds, to my own ears, so fucking lame. The only thing that gets me through it is my chats with my beta-reader; @vestaldestroyer. Shout out to them for putting up with my nonsense and helping fuel my motivation. But it's safe to say that they like my fanfic plots, at least I hope so, so I guess it can't be too cringe.

Anyway, the basis of the story is that Shun, instead of living with his grandfather, goes to live with his aunt; Eleanor. Who is the identical twin to his deceased father. The main difference here is that he goes to live with her at a younger age, well before the plot of season 1.

You ready for the CRINGE? OH BOY HERE COMES THE CRINGE!

Eleanor, and once his dad, run a crime organization! :D Sound lame I know, BUT HEAR ME OUT-

JDDHDAHHSKSA- HERE ME OUT PLZ. It's weird, because there's a lot more going on in the first story than just that. From the beginning through to season 1 of Bakugan, it's more setting the stones down for Shun's character and personality to develop. And I know what you're probably thinking, you're probably thinking of some lame American gritty tv crime show and shit. And that sounds lame. Well, it's kinda not for this story, because throughout the entire story I'm taking so many opportunities to annoy and embarrass Shun and make fun of him that I guess it somehow turned into a dark comedy?

Like imagine teen Shun is just walking and slips on a banana peel, and he falls on his ass and lands I'm the most unflattering way possible and everyone watching still thought he was kinda cool. All the while Shun gets up hastily and dies inside from utter embarrassment. Adult Shun is he slips on a banana peel, lands on his ass in the most unflattering way possible, and ignores the stares as he lays there, uncaring, as he just accepts his life is nothing but a comedy.

The whole point of the first story for my fanfic is basically building Shun's character. He's in a whole new environment, something he doesn't exactly want to be apart of and wants out, and he's surrounded by a new character with a completely different personality to his grandfather. He's raised differently. Eleanor, despite being stoic and calm for business, is written as a very energetic and childish woman. She teases Shun, encourages him to go his own path and learn new things, and even builds up a friendship with Dan. She becomes a kind of platonic mother for Shun and vice versa.

Because of this and his up bringing, yes Shun will still be seen from an outsiders pov as the "cool, calm, collect hot dude". But that's why it's so fucking hilarious because he's not. I've got so many scenes where he looks and acts like a walking disaster. Being raised by Eleanor like sure, he can still be cool and calm and all serious, but he's much more expressive and verbal. He shows more frustration and exasperation and embarrassment and he just act more like a teenage boy than he does in canon. Eleanor teases a lot and Shun developed that too, something he later does more to Alice later in the story. He's "cool" but also a fucking dumbass and Dan at that point just adds fuel to the fire of stupidity. With Dan more by his side as a best friend than in canon, the two begin to share a singular braincell.

Speaking of Alice, there is no romance whatsoever because even if I was held at gun point I wouldn't be able to write romance to save my life. In the second story, which is where we'd see adult Shun and adult Alice, the two more hold a "we're forced to work together" partnership. They both share the same goal and decide to work together and just cause chaos, kind of vibe.

But anyway, back to plot. The whole of the first story is just setting the stones and developing Shun's character and personality, explaining the "how's" and the "why's" for part 2, and setting up reoccurring characters. A main plot point that happens in Part 2 was caused by a small action Shun caused back when he was just a kid, which caused massive consequences now that he's an adult. It's this one big intertwining plot that's like 40% serious and 60% causing problems and embarrassing him. Embarrassing him so much he's learned to adapt lmao.

For part 2 it's mainly Shun having finally escaped it as an adult now that he can support himself. And Alice becomes a police officer, her high grades and being a native of Russia seen as valuable for certain crime spots. She quickly ranks up. But then an unfortunate person from Shun's past comes back and hurts someone and well, the two end up coming across each other in various suspicious circumstances without the other knowing what the other is doing. Dumb and dumber, looking at each other with narrowed eyes but having no proof on the other as to why they keep suspiciously turning up at these seedy locations looking for answers.

Of course, I'm trying to add short scenes in between to kinda throughout the entire series of bakugan just as like a minor plot device to show how different a certain scene would go in canon. Like how different his interactions would be with Shadow or even Sellon, but that's still kinda ahead and I haven't thought much on it.

Imma stop there though lol. I could probably write forever. Gods there's like over 200+ lengthy emails I've kept with @vestaldestroyer as we've spoken at length about the whole thing. But I don't want to talk too much especially when adulting is hard and I haven't had time to look at it :c But anyway, I hope this explains some and at least sounds mildy interesting. lol.

[ifmywishescametrue]

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU SHIPPED SAMTONY TOO!!! another oneeee #13 "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you." for samtony

samtony is a very pure ship 😌 thank you for sending a prompt, and I hope you like it!

It starts on a perfectly average Tuesday morning.

“Why do I do this to myself?” Sam pants out, folding himself in half with his hands on his knees. “Every damn time I say it's the last time, and every damn time here we are again.”

Bucky claps a hand on his back and almost knocks him over with one touch. “Maybe you're a masochist, Sammy.”

Sam feebly flips him off, walking off the elevator on jelly legs. “I told you not to call me that.”

“You let Tony call you that,” Bucky points out, following him towards the kitchen.

"I actually like him. We're friends."

“That's offensive. I'm literally your best friend. Your favorite person. The Abbott to your Costello. The Tom to your Jerry. The Lucy to your Ethel.”

Sam snorts, “You're not even my favorite hundred year old man in this building. Also, if anyone’s the Lucy here, it’s me.”

Bucky scoffs, but whatever retort he had coming cuts off when they enter the kitchen. “Oh, damn, are those banana pancakes?”

He reaches for one on the top of the stack, and Tony slaps his hand away with the spatula. “Where are your manners, Barnes?”

“You’ve got like ten there,” Bucky whines. “Why can’t I have one?”

“You can have one when it’s your turn.”

Bucky gives him a dramatic pout that has no effect, and Sam laughs at the scene as he collapses into the stool next to Nat at the peninsula. She gives him a raised eyebrow and a quirked lip at the complete lack of grace.

Tony flits through the kitchen, exchanging lighthearted quips with Bucky as he goes. He has on an apron that Clint gave him at Christmas last year, covered in snowflakes and purple hearts with arrows through them in a mimicry of an ugly Christmas sweater pattern. Underneath it is a t-shirt dotted with Captain America shields, and the sweatpants have a cartoon version of the War Machine suit on the thigh. As usual, all of the colors clash.

A mug of coffee is placed in front of Sam with a small smile before Tony returns to the stove, and Sam is still drinking the first sip when he comes back with a plate of pancakes for him, topped with just the right amount of syrup and a dollop of whipped cream. Tony’s gone again before he can even finish saying thank you.

“Why is it his turn before me?” Bucky complains, and Sam laughs again through his first mouthful at how petulant he sounds.

“I like him the best,” Tony says, sending a wink Sam’s way. “And they’re for him, anyway. Your favorite, right?”

Sam’s eyes widen a bit in surprise. He doesn’t remember telling him that. “Uh, yeah, they are. How’d you know that?”

Tony shrugs, “I pay attention.”

He hands Bucky a plate of pancakes with another jab at his lack of patience, and the moment passes as quickly as it came, but it keeps happening after that.

Tony pays attention to him.

Maybe it was happening all along, before that morning with the pancakes, but just too subtle for Sam to take notice at first. Now that he has, though, he sees it all the time.

The next is just a few days later, when Tony knocks on his door holding a small, nondescript black box.

“What’s this for?” Sam asks, taking it from Tony’s hand. He doesn’t get an answer before he opens the lid to a simple, leather-banded watch. It’s nothing overtly expensive, nothing that screams ‘gift from a billionaire,’ but it is exactly something Sam would have chosen for himself.

“I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you,” Tony says simply. “Figured it would go well with that suit Pepper picked for you for the gala tomorrow night.”

Later, Sam will realize that Pepper had nothing to do with the suit choice that fit him perfectly, but for now he runs a thumb over the dark brown leather and says, “Yeah, it will. Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” Tony replies, and he lingers in the doorway for a while longer, lower lip between his teeth. Sam is about to ask if there was something else he came here for when Tony claps his hands together and says, “Well, I should get going. Workshop things to do and all that. I’ll see you at dinner.”

He disappears quickly, and that becomes part of it, too. Never dwelling on it when he does something just for Sam. Fleeing if he can, but sometimes staying when that’s what Sam needs instead.

“You look exhausted,” Tony says, and Sam manages a grumble from where he’s slumped on the living room couch, rubbing a hand over his bruised abdomen.

The mission took longer than either him or Bucky expected, and the fights were more intense. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out type of deal. Infiltrate the base, take out the lower level minions, and apprehend the leaders. But the intel wasn’t as accurate as they were hoping, and there were nearly double the number of enemies than predicted. No major injuries for either of them, but he’ll be sore for at least a few days. Bucky’s cuts and bruises healed on the way home.

Sam doesn’t notice that Tony left until he comes back with ice wrapped in a kitchen towel. He places the ice right on the worst spot over his ribs, holding it there until Sam replaces his hand with his own.

“It’s getting pretty late,” Tony remarks. “You should probably head up to bed. You’ll feel even worse if you fall asleep here, trust me on that one.”

It’s somewhere past midnight, Sam knows, but even with how tired his body is, his mind is still wide awake. The mission replays in his mind. Every faulty move, every chance to do better, every little detail both good and bad.

Sam shakes his head, “Not ready for bed yet.”

Tony takes the seat next to him, leaving an inch of space between them. “J, turn on the Saints game from yesterday.”

Sam smiles a little and asks, “Do you even like football?”

“It’s not the worst sport,” Tony replies vaguely. He settles back into the cushions and pulls the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yeah, what’s the best?”

Completely serious, Tony says, “Ping pong.”

Sam laughs, “That’s not a real sport. Pick something else.”

“Of course it’s real. It’s in the Olympics and everything,” Tony grins. “Give me one good reason it’s not a sport.”

“Alright, fine, maybe it’s real, but there’s no way it’s your favorite.”

Tony shrugs, “It’s entertaining sometimes. The professionals get really into it. There’s an awful lot of grunting involved.”

They stay up for a while longer, talking about nothing of importance, and Tony slowly shifts closer to him until that bit of distance is gone. His arm presses up against him, and Sam starts to have a hard time keeping his eyes open, it seems only natural to rest his head against Tony’s shoulder.

“You can go to bed,” Sam murmurs. “You don’t have to stay here with me.”

“I don’t mind,” Tony whispers back.

Sam does regret it a bit when he wakes up on the couch in the morning with a sore back, but there’s a fresh mug of coffee already waiting for him on the table, still warm and exactly how he likes it, and he smiles to himself anyway. That night is a shift to something different, and he knows it right away.

He starts to pay more attention to Tony’s interactions with everyone else, just in case he’s part of the rule and not the exception. Generosity is one of Tony’s best traits, but even so it tends to extend even further to him. More personal and frequent.

“So there’s this place in Brooklyn that claims to have the most authentic cajun cuisine outside of New Orleans. Want to come with me? Tell me if it’s true?”

It isn’t true, and Tony comes to him the next day with another one, until they’re on a quest together to find one that doesn’t make Sam miss home after just one bite. It takes them all over the city and into Jersey once or twice, and Sam doesn’t point out that Tony doesn’t even seem to like crawfish, no matter where it comes from. He doesn’t want it to be over if he does.

“This is pretty close,” Sam says. He thinks it might be place number eleven, but he lost count a while back. “Could use a little more spice, but at least they didn’t try to add their own spin to it.”

Tony’s watery eyes widen. “This isn’t spicy enough for you?”

Sam grins and shakes his head. “Remind me to bring you with me the next time I go home. You won’t know what hit you.”

Tony’s face does something complicated at that, before it settles on a soft smile. “Yeah, that would be fun.”

Sam fully gets it then, what exactly it all means, but he doesn’t quite know what he wants to do about it yet. Tony has taken up residence in a place in his heart that he wasn’t sure was capable of opening up anymore. He did it so easily, sneaking in like a thief in the night and catching Sam unaware.

Now the sound of Tony’s laugh makes his stomach flip. He seeks it out, telling him stupid stories and jokes to make it happen more. He stares a little too much to catch glimpses of his smile, and now he can see just how often Tony looks back.

It isn’t subtle anymore, this thing between them. Lingering looks, too long touches, and every quiet gesture all build up. Bucky teases him and Natasha gives him knowing looks. Steve tells him that he hopes they make each other happy, and Sam doesn’t tell him that nothing has happened between them like that. They’re still just friends, and they don’t talk about what any of it means.

“Do you want to see a movie with me tonight? There’s that weird one with the killer robots playing downtown,” Sam suggests, and neither of them say anything when Tony slips his hand into his in the darkness of the theater. It goes unmentioned, too, when Sam holds tight after Tony almost lets go when they reach the sidewalk afterwards.

It’s another late night when the last piece finally falls into place.

Sam is nursing bruised ribs again after another mission that turned a little sideways through no one’s fault. He’s still sweaty, dirt under his fingernails and dried blood caked around a shallow cut on his cheek, but Sam still asks JARVIS in the elevator to take him to wherever Tony is. It isn’t as surprising as it should be that Tony is waiting for him on the edge of Sam’s bed.

He stands there patiently while Tony looks him over, and he looks his fill in return. It’s strange how days away from him feel longer now. His balance is off center until Tony is around to set him right again.

“I missed you,” Sam murmurs, and Tony smiles softly.

“You were only gone a couple of days,” he points out, but Sam knows now that it’s his way of saying that he missed him just as much.

Normally, Sam would let it move on from here. Tony would lead him into the bathroom, gently clean up his scrapes, and click his tongue at every bruise. It would end with them on the couch, Sam’s head in Tony’s lap or vice versa, depending on what mood it takes. Sometimes he wants to hold Tony and remember that he survived another fight so he could come home to this, and sometimes he needs to be held to forget about everything else that was lost along the way.

But tonight he reaches out to grasp Tony’s hip, and he draws him in a little closer. The room is dimly lit, and each shadow on Tony’s face is accentuated. Sam can’t remember quite the first time he looked at him and thought the word ‘beautiful,’ but it’s all he’s thinking now.

“You love me,” Sam says. “For a long time now, right?”

Tony nods, and he wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, careful not to hold too tight. “You caught up eventually. Didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”

Sam smiles, cupping Tony’s face in one palm and stroking his thumb across his cheekbone. “How long were you expecting?”

“Maybe never,” Tony admits. “I would’ve kept trying, though.”

“Stay with me tonight?” Sam asks, because nothing more needs to be said for now. They both already know.

“How about every night?”

Sam leans in slowly, murmuring against his lips, “Sounds like a plan.”

[chatonne-rousse]

Great Minds (and Kind Hearts) Think Alike

Written as a gift for my sweet friend @sketchy-panda to celebrate a bunch of happy things in her life, as well as just because she's awesome. Inspired by this adorable piece of her art.

During a rooftop discussion about superhero merch while relaxing after patrol, Ladybug and Chat Noir each decide to share their favorite items with their partner. What results is an impromptu gift exchange that just might open the door to a whole lot more.

Read it on Ao3 here.

"My parents put us on the Christmas tree last year, Kitty! I had to see myself in the living room every day."

He bumps her shoulder with his. "And me, apparently."

"Yes, but your ornament was cute!" She flails her arms comically and he tries not to focus too much on the fact that she called his likeness cute. "Mine didn't even look like me."

"Would you have liked it better if it had?"

"That's not what I..." Ladybug scowls, but there's no real heat in her expression or her voice. "It was just weird."

"No, the baby onesie that I saw on an actual baby that said 'Meow, My Lady' was weird," Chat mutters. "I didn't even know any civilians had ever heard me say that."

Ladybug's surprised laughter rings out across the rooftop they're perched on tonight, loud enough to be heard from any nearby open window until she muffles the sound with her hand over her mouth. "And whose fault is that, you tomcat?" she asks through her remaining giggles.

He tries to pout, but her laughter is contagious and his smile breaks through. He chooses to ignore the jab at his vain attempts at flirting. Wooing is difficult business.

"The baby was cute, though. I had to take a picture with him."

"You had to?"

He shrugs. "That's a very small request, Bugaboo. I've encountered way worse. A few pictures? I don't mind."

She stares at him for a long moment, something unreadable in her gaze, before looking back over the horizon. "Have you ever bought any Chat Noir merch? You strike me as the kind of guy to have a bookshelf full of action figures."

He is the kind of guy to have a bookshelf full of action figures, and he definitely does, but he thinks of the drawer in his closet that's full of red and black, reminders of his beloved partner. There are far fewer items in black and green.

"I...have a few things. The action figures of us are really cool, actually. Didn't you always want to be immortalized in plastic as a kid?"

"Can't say I did, Minou." She bumps his shoulder this time. "I'll bet you had your supersuit all planned in your head already, didn't you?"

Not quite, but only because he never imagined himself as a cat-themed superhero. He has no intention of ever divulging the fact that his first real transformation sequence was anything but random. That secret is between him and Plagg, and he's not telling. Plagg probably will, but that's a problem for future Adrien.

She laughs again. "I'll take your silence as a 'yes'."

"I'll have you know, My Lady, that I have a carefully curated display of collectibles that are very valuable. And no, this—" he gestures from his cat ears to his steel toes, "was all spontaneous. Can't help it if I've got cat class and I've got cat style."

Ladybug shoots him a deadpan look that dissolves into giggles once more when he wiggles his eyebrows.

Success. He loves to hear his partner laugh, loves to make to his partner laugh. These are moments he wouldn't trade for the world.

"Well," she finally says after her laugher subsides, "the Chat Noir doll I saw in the market did not have cat style, so I made my own."

"Really?" His voice is soft with wonder.

"Yep! And a Ladybug doll, too." She casts him a sidelong grin. "They're a duo, you know. I couldn't have Chat without his Lady, could I?"

He wills himself not to cry. It takes three blinks and one shaky breath before he can respond. "You made them? Yourself?"

"Sure. It's not hard. All it takes is felt and thread and buttons for eyes. They're simple, but—" she shrugs, "I think they're pretty cute."

"Wow," he breathes. "You really are amazing, Bugaboo. They sound incredible."

His Lady seems to amaze him anew with each revelation she allows. He could count on one hand the things he knows about her, really knows, and those facts are tucked away and treasured. She's a whiz at video games. She babysits. She has a loving family. She listens to Jagged Stone. She loves animals.

"Thank you, Minou," she says softly, as the barest hint of a blush spreads to her cheeks beneath her mask.

His heart beats a little faster. His tongue feels heavier. He falls just a tiny bit more in love with her.

Ladybug fills the silence again. "Better than mass-produced action figures, for sure. More cuddle-able!"

That startles a laugh from him. "Is that a word?"

"It is now." She shrugs, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I'm telling you, Bug, those action figures are cool. I can't believe you don't have a set."

"Guess I need to go shopping."

"Yup," he responds with a decisive nod.

When they make eye contact, it sets off another giggle fit, Ladybug's shoulders shaking with mirth and Chat having to wipe the tears from his eyes. It's not even that funny, but it doesn't have to be.

Paris is quiet tonight, and his heart is light as he relaxes against the rooftop and laughs with his best friend.

*****

Four days later, when they meet up for patrol again, Chat Noir is surprised when his partner joins him carrying a gift-wrapped box. Especially since he himself is hiding a gift bag behind his back.

He sweeps into a bow as she approaches, straightening with an exaggerated wink. "Something for me-ow?"

Her expression morphs into one of longsuffering annoyance. "Well, it was, but I'm reconsidering."

"You wouldn't!" He gasps, one hand clutching his chest over his heart.

Her lips twitch into the beginning of a smile and soon the stillness of the nighttime rooftop is broken by their shared laughter again.

"For you, Chaton," she finally says with a grin, holding out the box.

He produces the gift bag from behind his back and presents it to her, the tissue paper fluttering in the night air. Her eyes widen with delight, and his heart sings.

The handoff is a quiet affair, a hushed silence of surprise settling over the moment as they sit cross-legged, facing each other.

Even the box is beautiful, he notes, wrapped in shiny black paper and adorned by a giant bow of vivid green with black paw prints. He knows, of course, what's in the bag she's holding in her hands. Could this box contain...? He doesn't dare to dream.

He looks up and nods at the bag. "Go ahead, Bug."

The tissue paper rustles as she removes it, trapping it under her foot to keep it from drifting away on the breeze. She takes one look inside, sees the label on the top of the box within, and bursts into laughter. "You didn't!"

Chat grins. "I did."

She pulls out the box to take a closer look. There are several options when it comes to Ladybug and Chat Noir collectible figurines, but this one is his particular favorite. They're sold separately, but he's always been partial to the 1st Anniversary Special Partners Edition, boxed together as a pair and made to wield his baton in his left hand and her yo-yo in her right, leaving them free to hold hands in the middle. Which the figurines' hands are molded to do, and how they're currently posed in the box. They can also stand alone, but there's just something special about the fact that joined hands are an option.

"Okay, Kitty, you were right. They really are cool." She points at the Ladybug figure. "This looks so much better than that Christmas ornament!" Squinting at the box to examine his figurine, she suddenly snorts a laugh. "Your hair looks like a bunch of bananas!"

"Hey!" He pouts, but he knows she's right. When he bought his own set last year, Plagg had made the same observation and laughed so hard he nearly choked on his cheese. He then proceeded to call him Bananoir for days, until Adrien threatened him with a month of Velveeta. The ribbing didn't really bother him that much - honestly, he had to concede the resemblance - because it was an action figure...of himself. No matter how many were produced, that fact would never not be incredible, and no amount of banana hair or cat god snark could diminish his excitement.

"Oh, Chaton, I'm just teasing. I love them." She beams at him, cradling the box with both hands. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, LB. I just...I thought it would be fun."

"Great minds think alike, it seems. Your turn!"

He glances down at the box in his lap and back at his partner. Her smile is bright, but her eyes betray a nervous anticipation.

"Bug, you know I'm going to love whatever this is, right?"

"I hope so. I made them myself."

His heart in his throat, he carefully slips the ribbon from the box and slices the paper with his claws. He can barely breathe as he lifts the lid.

His hunch (his dream) is confirmed when he finally sees the contents of the box. Nestled in a bed of tissue paper, side by side, are two handmade plush dolls, opposite in configuration to the action figures but with their soft little hands touching in the center just the same. Tears spring to his eyes unbidden, and he wipes them away quickly, partially out of embarrassment but mostly because he wants to see every detail with clarity.

The seams are pristine, the limbs symmetrical; the dolls are simple, but crafted with a skilled, sure hand. He picks up the Ladybug doll first, lifting it reverently from the box. Red felt with carefully-painted black spots form the doll's body, and her little black button eyes gaze up at him from a matching spotted mask. A sweet smile is the only other adornment on her face, but the doll is perfect without anything else. This is his beloved partner, created by his beloved partner herself. That alone is perfection to him.

He returns the Ladybug doll to the box and shifts his attention to his own likeness, resolutely ignoring the lump in his throat.

Equal in craftsmanship, the felt Chat Noir in his hands smiles the same sweet smile and looks at him with shiny button eyes from a black domino mask. Perched on his blond felt hair are two black cat ears, and a real bell is sewn at his neck. He gives the doll a gentle shake and the golden bell rings with a jaunty jingle. It's adorable.

Chat Noir is helpless to the grin that lights his face, looking up from the doll to his partner just in time to see that same joy reflected back in her own dawning smile. Warmth suffuses his chest, elation and love and an overwhelming gratefulness bursting firework-bright and making his breath catch.

He has never received such a heartfelt gift in his life. This eclipses the fine blue cashmere scarf his father gave him on his fourteenth birthday, folded in his closet and placed where he can see it every day. It's a treasure to him, and it always will be. But this, handmade just for him with obvious care by the person he loves most in the world? Nothing could come close.

"I don't know what to say, LB," he begins once he can finally speak, "They're...they're amazing. Adorable. Perfect." He takes a deep breath. "I'm fumbling this, but...thank you isn't enough."

Ladybug reaches out to place her hand on his knee. Even through two supersuits, the contact sends a shiver up his spine. Her expression is one of warm relief, clearly pleased with his reaction. "Thank you is more than enough, Kitty. It was nothing."

"Nothing?" he splutters. "These are far from nothing!"

"Oh, Minou," she laughs. "I meant that it was my pleasure. It wasn't difficult, but even if it was, you're worth it."

Do. Not. Cry. He thinks. He's been fighting tears since she handed him the box. Once he gets home, he's absolutely going to give in and sob while clutching them to his chest. He's man enough to admit that...to himself.

He takes several deep breaths and swallows against the lump in his throat as he arranges the dolls back in their tissue paper nest, making sure their hands are touching before replacing the lid on the box.

"Thank you, Ladybug," he says softly. "I love them. Us."

She pats the box still held on her lap. "And I love this version of us, too. Thank you for making sure I have the coolest action figures in Paris." After placing the box and the tissue paper back inside the gift bag, Ladybug stands and offers her hand to Chat to help him up. "Now, let's go stow these treasures and patrol. Last one to Sacre-Cœur has to buy the other an ice cream cone."

Still clutching the gift box under one arm, he watches her throw out her yo-yo to snag a distant chimney before she zips off with a giggle. He grins, shakes his head, and reaches behind him for his baton.

"That's my bug," he murmurs to himself, before setting off for home to secure the gift safely.

In a few minutes he'll rejoin his partner in a merry chase across the rooftops. He hopes the night remains quiet.

Chat Noir can't wait to buy ice cream for his Lady.

[foreignerabroad1994]

Another Love: Writing Prompt Short Story

My response to the following writing prompt to u/London-Roma-1980 on the WritingPrompts subreddit:

[WP] The Museum of the History of Love has a new exhibit, which it calls an Alternate Future Coupling, but everyone calls the Ship-O-Matic. Two people sit in it, and they see a minutes-long vision of what their life as a couple would be like.

Bailey groans at the long line to the machine. He wasn't surprised when, about three beers in and on their way to the next bar, Joe could not resist the tacky, pink-and-red, love-hearts-covered exterior of the museum. The rest of their group laughed him off, but Bailey knew Joe would probably end up stumbling into the museum on his own and right into some jail cell. And, if he's honest with himself, he doesn't care much for Joe's friends. He only agreed to go on this stupid "bro trip" because Joe insisted, and both Sarah And Lin, their respective girlfriends, had already planned their own girls' trip to Cabo. Letting Joe drunkenly roam the museum on his own while he has to suffer through their endless talks about crypto and tits didn't sound like a better experience than walking through some tacky, tourist-trap exhibit.

It didn't take long before Joe zeroed in on the poster of the giant machine, which is still hidden from view. The long line stretches around the bend of the makeshift corridor. The walls are covered in tacky prints featuring all kinds of couples in various ages, floating in blurry clouds of promises and potential futures.

"Do we really have to do this?" he asks, peering over the shoulders of two very tall Dutch girls in front of them. They have at least thirty more minutes to wait, and he already needs to pee.

Joe puts an arm over his shoulders amiably, jostling him a bit too hard. "Of course we do! I can't sleep at night without knowing what my life would look like with you, my soulmate." He finishes the sentence with a flourish, a hand on his chest and the other on his forehead. Always so dramatic.

Bailey wants to say this is stupid, because it is. But he looks at Joe's goofy, toothy smile, and he doesn't want to tease him any more than his dumb friends already had. "Fine, but you're buying the next two rounds of beer."

Joe gives him a healthy smack on the shoulder. "That's my boy! You got yourself a deal."

They talk about nothing and anything as the line crawls ahead, and finally, they see the machine appearing in front of them. Only one pair is waiting in front of them - the two Dutch girls, who seem very excited. As he yet again peers around them, he observes the machine. Its exterior is metallic and bright, a shiny red chrome that looks more like a weird transformer than a plastic gimmick. The gaudy sign above it shines in pink lights, promising visitors "a stunning cinematic look into their shared romantic future". Bailey snickers and looks at Joe, who bounces from foot to foot.

"This is hysterical," he says excitedly. "I can't wait to tell everyone what it shows us. Do you think I'd be good at sucking dick?"

Bailey shoves him while the Dutch girls turn around and look at them with an eerily similar, blond-browed frown. They get called by the attendee, who's also wearing an awful red-and-pink vest, and Bailey and Joe step forward to wait their turn. "That's what you're worried about?"

"Well, yeah. If I was gay, I'd be a total pro."

"Of course you would."

"You doubting my skills?"

"Considering the only thing you've ever blown is a banana in 7th grade, yeah, I am."

Joe bursts out laughing. "Man, Ms. Ramirez was not happy with me."

"Dude, she wasn't happy because you couldn't say a word of Spanish and refused to try."

"Hey! I did try!"

Bailey rolls his eyes. "Yeah, when you wanted to hit on that girl, what was her name?"

"Bianca."

"I'm surprised you remember."

They reminisce about their 7th grade teachers and classmates for a while and, before they know it, the attendant lets the Dutch girls out. They hold each other, laughing hard, their twin laughs genuinely creepy.

Joe leans in to whisper in his ear. "Are we sure they're not related?"

"Absolutely not," Bailey replies.

The attendant signals for them impatiently, and they walk into the machine. On the inside, it's surprisingly simple - not much more than a barren projection room. Two worn, red leather armchairs sit side by side, with a shared armrest. A giant projection screen is unfurled in front of them, with two giant speakers on either side. The attendant messes with a board full of colorful buttons on the left of the door, before ushering them to the two seats and asking them to sit still. He presses a pink, glowing button near the other side of door, and a giant box comes out of the ceiling. Bright, red lights, like lasers, come out of the box and scan both of them from head to toe a few times, slowly and silently. When the lights abruptly turn off, the attendant closes the door silently and everything goes dark. The box turns around and a projection starts on the screen, counting down from 10.

Joe bounces in his seat. "This feels like a movie."

"I think that's kind of the point," Bailey replies, sinking back into the surprisingly comfortable chair with a smile.

Images start to play. On screen, they see both of them at 13 years old. They're playing a video game, something they always did together.

Joe frowns and points at the screen, "well, that's no different than-"

Before he can finish the sentence, his younger self leans over on the screen and gives Bailey a chaste kiss on the cheek. Young Bailey blushes, but smiles shyly, his eyes still on the screen. They keep playing as if this is completely normal. They say nothing, the sounds of the video game a soft murmur in the background.

They both sit silently.

The next scene is them in high school, walking around the hallway. They look around and at each other, before sneaking into the radio room. They giggle deviously, drop their backpacks, and start kissing tenderly, gangly hands roaming each other's torsos.

Bailey feels Joe squirming in the seat next to him, and it feels as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the enclosed, dark space.

Their high school selves seem to slow down some, slide down the door, and spend a long, quiet minute touching each other. Bailey gently traces Joe's upper arm with the tip of a finger, a thoughtful expression on his face, while Joe playfully braids tiny, ugly braids into Bailey's mop of long, brown hair.

Should he say something? Should they just leave? Bailey glances at Joe, but Joe is sitting stock still now, rigid. He decides against it.

The rest of their younger scenes are not entirely unfamiliar. They are still attached at the hip - getting into trouble, partying in the woods, trying their first drink and first cigarette. But the feeling is completely different. Because when they narrowly escape the cops, they end up kissing in the bushes of Ms. Bower's garden. When Joe breaks his arm during one of his football games, Bailey is there, putting a straw to his mouth before replacing the straw with his lips, making Joe laugh before wincing in pain.

How much is this going to show? How long have they been sitting here? There's a huge lump in Bailey's throat. Joe is silently vibrating right next to him.

There's a big time jump on screen. They're in their 20's now, only a couple of years younger than they are now, it seems. They're backpacking together somewhere remote, and reach the peak of a mountain. Bailey is grumbling about stupid hikes and stupid mountains. They're both breathing hard.

Bailey smiles privately. He would definitely complain. He still can't look at Joe.

On screen Joe takes Bailey's hand and drags him to a rock facing a stunning, green view. Infinite sky and a lush forest stretch into the horizon, the sun just starting to set. They hug silently, reverently, puffs of air visible around them in the creeping cold. Until Joe sneaks a hand into his own pocket, and pulls out a small, black box.

Bailey feels almost dizzy as he sees himself choking a yes, nodding frantically, before Joe tackles him to the ground in a very characteristic, overly enthusiastic hug. Bailey chastises him there, calling him a big ol' golden retriever and rubbing at his bruised back, before kissing Joe on the nose.

Bailey chokes on air. He can sense Joe is looking at him now, but he can't look back, and soon he feels Joe's eyes aren't on him anymore.

The next scene is much later. They sit in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by people Bailey doesn't recognize. They both have crow's feet. Joe has a deep tan, and a tiny belly. He can see his own hairline receded a bit. They're talking animatedly with a couple of women, Joe's hand casually resting in Bailey's back pocket. He gives a playful squeeze, and smirks when Bailey gives him a reproaching look.

Bailey feels his ears turning red, and he's happy the room is so dark. He doesn't know what to do with his hands.

In another scene, they're both a bit older again. Grey peppers their hairlines. They wear simple clothes on a deck somewhere. A young girl with curly hair runs and disappears into a sliding door. Bailey is reading, his legs in Joe's lap on a big hammock as Joe massages them mindlessly, staring out into a green yard, basking in sunlight. Joe looks down at Bailey, with reading glasses on, before shoving the book into his face, shoving the glasses into his eye sockets. Bailey shouts at him indignantly, and Joe laughs and heaves him up into his lap. He shushes him with a kiss before letting their foreheads fall together. They close their eyes.

Bailey doesn't know how to name this feeling. His chest is tight, and his throat is dry. He finally glances Joe's way, and their eyes meet. Joe's are watery. He looks away quickly, squeezing his fingers together in his lap.

White heads of hair, Bailey's a bit thinner, with a bald spot at the top. They sit at a doctor's office, faces wrinkled and grim. Bailey is stoic. Joe collapses into Bailey's shoulder, crying softly. Bailey puts a hand on the nape of Joe's neck, petting gently. His mouth is in a thin, wrinkly line.

Joe makes a choking sound. Bailey digs into the leather sit.

Joe sits on a bench. He's hunched but dignified, wearing a simple black knit. A woman sits at his side, holding his hand gently, her curly hair in a mess on top of her head. They look at a gravestone together. Wind breezes through.

The projection ends abruptly and the light comes through the now open door. The attendant peaks in. He's about to say something, but he closes his mouth on a gentle sigh. Bailey sits there, his eyes wide, breathing heavily. He dares a glance at Joe, who's aggressively wiping at his face.

"You have to go now, guys," the attendant says gently. "It happens every day here. There's a coffee shop around the corner if you need some water."

Bailey nods. He puts a careful hand on Joe's shoulder, who startles. "Come on," he encourages quietly.

They walk out, silent, right out onto the street. Joe walks to a wall just past the museum, free of reds and pinks, and leans against it like it can carry the weight of a future he never asked for.

Bailey leans next to him. He sighs.

"I don't think we should tell everyone," Joe finally chokes out.

Bailey nods. "Probably best not to."

"Maybe not anyone."

Bailey looks at him. They meet each other's eyes, and every vivid scene plays in the space between them.

"Maybe not."