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all-the-things-2020 · 2 years ago

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Deeds Not Less Valiant - Chapter Five

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Tala Pavan)

Rating: PG

Summary: Din and Grogu return from Mandalore. Tala and Din start to realize they might have feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3000+

Notes: Not a lot of action in this chapter but lots of feels. Tala and Din are getting soft and squishy inside.

Tala was haunted by Din’s face. Her first reaction had been permeated by Grogu’s sadness, but now it was her own emotions that confronted her. She knew she was fond of Din. He was gentle and kind, despite the fearsome exterior, and she considered him a friend. Now, she felt something more than mere friendship. There was something about his eyes, a soulfulness that radiated out of them that spoke to her. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, his slightly wavy hair cried out for her fingers to run through it. Yes, his patchy but neatly trimmed beard begged for a kiss right on the little bare spot along his chin. And yes, his broad shoulders promised hugs that would banish so many of her demons. But it was his eyes that haunted her. The thought of such depth and emotion hidden from the world behind a helmet …

Forget about it, she told herself. After the way Din had stormed out, she wasn’t even sure if he’d want to continue her time with Grogu, let alone get to know her better. Maybe it was for the best.

The next Benduday, Neeli parked herself near the door and waited for Grogu. But the door never chimed. Tala finally lured her away with some freeze dried bantha snacks she usually reserved for bribing her to get her claws trimmed. Afterward, Neeli pouted in her basket, refusing to come down all day.

“I understand,” Tala said, turning away from the grumpy tooka. “I miss them, too.”

It had only been a week, but she was already thinking of her time with Grogu as the “good old days.” It was ridiculous, but there had been a true connection between the three of them. Four, if you counted Neeli, which she was sure Grogu did. The child was desperate for a pet, someone his size that he could play with, and had latched onto Neeli immediately. She remembered how gentle Din had been with the tooka and her heart clenched. Neeli was afraid of men, but she’d seen something in Din that allowed her to trust him.

“I blew it, didn’t I, Neeli?”

That night, Tala cried herself to sleep for the first time in years.

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The following week was bland and colorless. Tala went to work and did her chores, dragging herself through the days. Neeli was also down, refusing to play with her toys and spending much more time up in her basket. Tala knew it was temporary, that time would ease the sense of loss, but for the moment, she had to get through it. She’d had her trust and affections betrayed before; everyone had. It was just part of life.

When Benduday rolled around, Tala got dressed but didn’t bother to do much with her hair. She’d done her shopping on Taungsday and there wasn’t much in front of her except some housecleaning and trying to tempt Neeli to get some exercise.

The door chimed and both she and Neeli jumped. Neeli chirped a question and trotted toward the door, her tail up for the first time in days. “Do you really think it’s them?” Tala smoothed the worst of her stray hairs down as she walked toward the door.

:Neeli! I brought a toy!:

Grogu bounded inside, waving a brightly colored furry womp rat with a bell attached to its tail.

“Hey, kid, good to see you,” Tala said.

:Yes. We went to Mandalore. Dad has a new ship!: Neeli pounced on him and Grogu collapsed in giggles.

“And you, too,” Tala said shyly.

“Sorry we didn’t make it last week,” Din said. “We were … out of town.”

“Grogu says you went to Mandalore.”

Din nodded. “We did. I’m sorry, but I missed last week’s meeting with Greef. Can we talk more when I get back?” He handed her a small device. “I meant to give this to you last time but …” He cleared his throat. “It’s a private comm. I would have called you, let you know we weren’t coming.”

“It’s fine,” Tala said, taking the comm and slipping it into her pocket. “Go to your meeting. There will be plenty of time afterwards.”

“Be good, kid,” Din said as he left. Grogu didn’t hear him, too busy tumbling around on the floor with Neeli. Din sighed. “He missed her.”

“She missed him,” Tala said. “So did I.”

Din’s helmet tilted. “I’ll explain everything. I promise.” Then he was gone.

Tala sat on the couch and watched Grogu and Neeli play. He floated the womp rat into the air and Neeli leapt up to catch it. Sometimes Grogu let her get it, but mostly he kept it just out of reach, and soon they were both out of breath and ready for some cuddly time on the couch.

:So, you went to Mandalore: Tala prompted.

:Yes! Dad talked to the armor lady and Bo. And we got a new ship! It has room for the starfighter. And you can come next time. Dad said.: Grogu leaned against her side as he stroked Neeli’s fur. He was already getting sleepy; she could sense it in his thoughts.

:Next time?:

But Grogu had dozed off.

Tala gently laid him down and stepped into the ‘fresher. She busied herself arranging her hair into something more attractive. What did Grogu mean by “next time?” And who was Bo? She’d seen the “armor lady” before in Grogu’s memories, but there had been only a fleeting image of a woman in armor, without a helmet, her red hair neatly bobbed. Whoever she was, Grogu liked her.

The thought struck her suddenly. Maybe Din was married. Or engaged. This sudden trip to Mandalore may have been because of her seeing his face. Had Din needed to atone for that? Was letting someone else see his face a form of cheating? But why would his wife (or fiancée) be on Mandalore while he and Grogu lived on Nevarro?

Stop jumping to conclusions. Din had promised to explain everything, and once Grogu was up from his nap, he might have more to share. Be patient. She stared at her face in the mirror. “You can do this.”

Grogu slept for a good half hour, curled up against Neeli, his hand resting on her fur. Tala did a bit of cleaning, but her heart wasn’t in it. When the child yawned and sat up, she forced herself to walk calmly over to him.

“Have a good nap?”

:Naps are always good. If they’re my idea.:

:Very true.:

Neeli stretched and then snapped back into a ball. :Neeli’s still sleepy:

“Cats sleep more than humans,” Tala said.

“Ya.” Grogu nodded. :Dad is happy that I can talk more. He told Bo.:

Tala chose her words carefully. “I don’t know who Bo is.”

:She has red hair. She’s in charge of Mandalore. She takes her helmet off all the time. She gave me some peppers.:

“Is she a friend of you and your dad?”

“Ya.” Grogu’s ears pricked up. :Dad takes his helmet off now. Just for me! I can’t show you.:

“That’s okay,” she said. “I shouldn’t have asked about it last time.”

Grogu’s ears drooped a little. :Dad was upset.:

“But he’s not upset anymore,” she assured him.

His ears drifted back up. “Ya.” He cocked his head. :Snacks?:

Tala smiled. She wasn’t going to get much more out of him, that was clear. She pulled out the box of cookies she’d bought the week before, hoping they weren’t stale. Evidently not, as Grogu demolished four of them in record time. The crunching woke up Neeli and once the cookies were gone, they returned to their play.

So, Din was removing his helmet in front of Grogu now. Bo was “in charge” of Mandalore and was Din and Grogu’s friend. But would a small child be able to differentiate between friendship and romance? Or perhaps it was a political arrangement. If Bo took her helmet off all the time, she must be part of another faction of Mandalorians. Maybe she and Din represented an alliance between the two groups. There were many stories of princes and princesses being married off to total strangers for political reasons. Was that why Din lived on Nevarro?

Stop it, she told herself. You have no proof that this Bo is anything more than just a friend. After all, Grogu said the helmet was just for him. It was all very confusing. She’d have to wait for Din to return and explain everything.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to wait long. When the door chimed, Grogu and Neeli stopped their game. “Da!”

Tala pressed the door lock and let Din in. Neeli was wary but didn’t retreat all the way to her basket.

“I brought some namba patties,” Din said, holding up a small packet. “Thought Grogu might be hungry.”

“He was, until he ate four cookies,” Tala said.

:Hungry again. Always hungry.:

“But he says he could still eat.”

Din chuckled. “I’m sure he can. There are enough for each of us. I’ll … eat mine later at home, but please, help yourself.”

“Thank you.” She pulled out a couple of plates and poured a cup of water for Grogu and the last of her morning caf for herself. “So, Grogu told me a little. You went to Mandalore. You have a new ship. You take your helmet off now.”

Din fidgeted with his glove. “I should apologize first for rushing out last time,” he said. “I wasn’t upset with you, or with Grogu. I just needed some time to process.”

“I understand.”

He sighed deeply. “The thought that Grogu’s only memory of my face was one of grief and sadness was devastating. I remember my parents — my birth parents — when they left me. They were scared. They were sad.” He paused. “But I have other memories of them. From before. Grogu didn’t have any other memories of me. And he’s going to live for such a long time. Knowing he might have centuries ahead of him and only one image of me … I had to speak to the Armorer.”

“The armor lady. That’s what Grogu calls her.”

“She is the leader of my tribe, the Children of the Watch. She is the one who taught me the Way of the Mandalore. I have always trusted her judgment.”

Tala nodded, giving Din the time and space to tell the story the way he needed to, even though she had a million questions.

“When we arrived, I left Grogu with Lady Bo-Katan and went straight to the Armorer. I told her of my conflict, my crisis of faith, and she counseled me. There was a time when she would have firmly told me that removing my helmet would make me cease to be a true Mandalorian, but now … things are different. Since our tribe joined with that of Lady Bo-Katan, since we took back Mandalore, the Way is a little less rigid. The Armorer said I should think on it and follow my heart, which would show me the Way that was best for me.”

“And that way is to let Grogu see your face,” Tala prompted.

“Yes,” Din said. “He is part of my Clan. He is my son. There is no one closer to my heart than him, and I must do what is best for him.”

“I’m happy for you both,” Tala said. And she was, truly. It was just … “Grogu mentioned Bo — Lady Bo-Katan, as you call her. He says she’s in charge of Mandalore.”

Din nodded. “Lady Bo-Katan Kryze is the leader of our people. She’s … a bit prickly at first but she has the interests of Mandalore at heart. She has softened her stance toward my tribe, just as the Armorer has softened her stance toward hers. I’m not sure why but the two of them meeting has been immensely important for the future of Mandalore.”

“Grogu says she’s your friend. She gave him peppers.”

Din laughed. “Dank farrik, the kid will eat anything! She took him to check on the hydroponic gardens.” He paused. “She’d like to meet you. That’s why she offered me the new ship. A small freighter. My starfighter only seats one human.”

“She gave you a ship just so you can bring me with you?”

“She’d like to talk to Grogu. So would the Armorer. And I’ll be doing some cargo runs for Mandalore, in addition to my off the books work for the New Republic. The ship wasn’t exactly free.”

:Bo called you dad’s girlfriend: Grogu chimed in. :It was funny!:

Tala’s face went hot. “Grogu … he said Bo called me your girlfriend and it was funny.”

Din tilted his helmet. “You shouldn’t have repeated that, kid,” he said sternly. “I”m sorry. Bo-Katan has an … interesting sense of humor. The Mandalorians of her tribe are not as serious as those in mine. Just as stubborn and proud, but more sarcastic. She was teasing me. It had nothing to do with you personally.”

“I understand. Friends can be aggravating at times.”

“I don’t have many friends,” Din said slowly. “Comrades and colleagues, yes, but true friends? I have sworn to serve Lady Bo-Katan until her song is finished, but I don’t know if I would consider her a friend.”

“What about me?” The words were out before Tala could stop them.

“You are a friend,” Din said firmly. “To me and to Grogu.”

Tala nodded. “And you are friends to me. I … don’t have many friends either. At least, not here on Nevarro.”

There was an awkward silence, then Din cleared his throat. “We should be going. I’m sure you have things to do.”

“And I’m sure you want to eat your namba patty before it gets too cold,” she replied. “Unless you’d like me and Neeli to take a little walk, so you can eat it here?”

Din shook his head. “I’m still getting used to taking my helmet off at home. I don’t think I could remove it somewhere else. Maybe next time.”

“I understand.” She stood up. “Well, you two had better get home then. Same time next week?”

Din nodded. “I’ll comm you if there’s any change. Sometimes we get called away.”

:Adventures.: Grogu nodded solemnly.

“Be careful on your adventures,” Tala told Grogu. “Look after your dad.”

Din swept the child up in his arms. “He always does. We’re a good team, aren’t we, kid?”

“Ya.” Grogu followed up with a burp.

“We’re still working on manners,” Din said dryly.

Tala smiled. “Have a good week.” As the door slid shut behind them, she turned to Neeli. “That went well, don’t you think?”

The tooka yawned and leaped onto the table to look for crumbs. “Grogu’s not the only one who needs to work on manners,” Tala said. Neeli merely flicked an ear in her direction and Tala didn’t have the heart to scold her. Din and Grogu were back in their lives.

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“Maybe next time?” Din mentally shook his head. What was I thinking? Removing his helmet in the privacy of his own home, in the presence of his clan member, was one thing. Blithely offering to remove it somewhere else, even if he was alone with Grogu? Idiot.

Grogu made an enquiring sound. “It’s nothing, kid,” Din said. “Just thinking about something dumb I said.” He sighed. “I’m not used to having a friend. Someone who is just a friend, I mean.” It was true. Most of his relationships with others had some goal in mind: completing a mission, finding a job to pay the bills. There was always an implied contract of some sort. Help me do this and I’ll help you do that. That’s how things had started with Tala, a simple arrangement. Watch my kid and you get to practice your telepathy. Keep him out of trouble and I’ll pay for the snacks. Now, it was something more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but the dynamic had changed.

“How do you even know what a girlfriend is?,” he asked Grogu. The child blinked, puzzled. “You told Tala it was funny that Bo-Katan called her that. What do you know about boyfriends and girlfriends?”

Grogu shrugged. Din sighed once more. The only way he could find out would be to ask Tala to mediate and he certainly wasn’t going to do that. He’d seen the flush of heat in her cheeks, thanks to the thermal sensors in his helmet. Grogu’s comment had embarrassed her. It had embarrassed him, too. He’d have to remember that just because Grogu couldn’t physically speak, it didn’t mean he didn’t understand every word he heard. And he wasn’t shy about repeating things.

“I know you like Tala,” Din said carefully. “But you can’t just tell her everything.” Grogu’s ears drooped. “There are some things that are just between you and me, okay? Especially anything anyone else says about Tala. Or anything I might say about her.”

Grogu nodded. His ears drifted back up. “I really shouldn’t even be talking about this with you,” Din continued. “You’re far too young to understand. But I can’t talk to Greef about it. He’d be worse than Bo-Katan.” Greef appreciated a beautiful woman as much (or more) than the average man, and wasn’t shy about making his feelings known. He took rebuffs in stride, although now that he was well off and had a measure of local power, they were far fewer than before. “I don’t even know if I want anything more than friendship. That sort of thing just hasn’t been an option for me.”

It helped to talk to Grogu, even though he couldn’t answer. It was better than letting the same thoughts spin round and round in his head, like a massif chasing its tail. Matters of the heart had never been a priority before. For the first time in a very long time, Din felt as though he wasn’t just surviving; he was living. He shared that life with Grogu, and it was good. But maybe there was something more for them both.

#the mandalorian #pedro pascal #star wars #din djarin #grogu #baby yoda #fanfic #cats #din djarin x original female character #deeds not less valiant

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loveriotss · 10 months ago

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HEY CUTIE ⸻ touya todoroki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, streamer! au, headcannons, drabbles, smau, fluff, crack, slightly suggestive, around 2k words WARNINGS — dabi and his chat making 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 jokes read at your own risk, also the pink color used for the y/n's username doesn't depict gender or anything i just wanted to use it. TAGS — @bbluefllame, @seneon

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

[ cutiepatootien/n — is your username. i added n/n (nickname) at the end instead of y/n because we gotta be mysterious. you can use whatever you want for your n/n. ]

streamer! dabi who created his account because toga wanted a partner to play roblox with her on stream.

the chat was buzzing with excitement, a sea of emojis, animated stickers and exclamation points flowing through the live stream. toga himiko, spinning around in her pink gaming chair with her signature grin plastered across her face. she ceased her spinning, banging her palms onto the desk as she leaned into the camera. her hair was styled in her usual wild, chaotic fashion, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and anticipation.

"hello my lovelies! welcome back to my channel!" she exclaimed, her voice full of energy. "today’s going to be a blast because i’ve got a special guest joining me!"

the chat exploded with curiosity and speculation. who could it be?

toga's grin widened. "presenting my one and only grumpy roommate, who i’ve bribed with a month of doing his chores to do this with me, dabi!”

a wave of hype flooded the chat, and viewers eagerly waited for this ‘dabi’ to make his entrance. the screen flickered for a moment before his webcam feed appeared. he leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed yet slightly bored, a stark contrast to toga’s exuberance. his room was quite dark, the only way you could make out his face was through the glow of his monitors. his dark hair was tousled and his smirk was casual.

itscandy: woah didn’t know your roommate was a hottie 😻 togasgirlfriend: himiko is hotter 🙄 froggypop: why he look suspiciuroisu himikoshairclip: the editors are gonna have fun with this stream bunnyrabbit: I WANT BOAF ‼️

"hey, everyone," dabi started, his voice deep and slightly scratchy. he gave a lazy wave to the camera. "let’s get this over with."

toga laughed, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "stop trying to be nonchalant, show some energy!” she exclaimed, a bit too close to her mic which made dabi slightly wince and adjust his headphones. “we’re going to have so much fun! today, we’re diving into a horror game on roblox! hope you’re ready to get scared!"

dabi raised an eyebrow. "horror, huh? sounds like it might be a good laugh."

"alright, let’s do this!" toga said, clicking on the game. the screen transitioned to the game’s loading screen, and the chat erupted with a flurry of messages, many were curious about dabi and how he would handle the scares.

"okay so the goal is to go through as many doors as we can while surviving the monsters," toga explained, her tone taking on a serious note. "stick with me and don’t go running off by yourself."

dabi nodded, his expression shifting into one of mild amusement. "yes ma’am, lead the way."

streamer! dabi who ended up enjoying the games a lot and decided to start doing some solo streams.

dabi sat in front of his gaming setup, the glow of his computer monitor illuminating his sharp features in the dimly lit room.

he hit the “go live” button and watched as the chat box began to fill with greetings and excited comments from his growing fanbase. dabi’s expression softened, a rare hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. the anticipation in the chat was palpable. he took a moment to compose himself, then looked directly into the camera.

“hey, everyone. dabi here,” he said, his voice a smooth, controlled monotone. “you may know me as the hot and better roommate from toga's roblox stream a few days ago." he leaned back into his chair, tilting his head slightly as he scanned the chat box. "i wanted to do a stream of my own, just for fun. so tonight, I’m diving into one of the scariest horror games out there. don't piss you pants, yeah?”

streamer! dabi who gained a huge following quite quickly. his name popping up on every platform and eventually, he catches your attention.

"2 am, huh?" dabi says, finally clicking out of the game he had chosen to play for tonight, staring at his small desk clock. it had been over 3 hours since he first started the stream. he stretched his body slightly, slight muscles flexing under the shirt he wore as he leaned closer to the camera, checking himself out. "fuck chat, i can see my roots." he says, ruffling up his hair slightly.

chococat donated $30

back away from the camera youre making me nervous

loverriots donated $15

you look hot either way king

menkisser donated $50

DYE MY HAIR WITH ME STREAM WHEN???

he grinned at the donations, leaning back into his chair and lighting up a cigarette as he scanned the chat box. "maybe i should do one..this white hair makes me feel old."

cutiepatootien/n donated $5

i didn’t know you had dyed hair, it really suits you

dabi's fiery gaze lingered on your donation for a bit too long. he takes a drag from his cigarette before replying. "m'flattered really. interesting name you got there by the way".

cutiepatootien/n: oh my god my friends changed it as a joke but now i can’t reset it 😭

he grinned at your response, leaning closer slightly, his piercings gleaming from the light of his monitor. "i think it suits you, cutie".

dabislefttoe: GAH DAMN juicebox: if i close my eyes i can pretend he’s saying that to me #staydelulu ❤️ ihateorangecandy: n/n won joinmystreamforfreerobux: i was orginally here to promote this bot but heyyy 😻 alphawolf: that’s it im getting you pregnant

streamer! dabi who's mind lingers on you for too long, even after the stream has ended. he find's himself getting too silly and clicking on your twitch profile.

it's been two hours since dabi clicked on your social links from your twitch profile. he shamelessly scrolled through your instagram and tiktok, scanning each picture and video, carefully making sure he that he doesn't accidentally like anything. he's so engrossed in this that he doesn't even notice when his blonde roommate enters the room and stands behind him, staring at his screen.

"they're cute," toga says, one hand on the arm of his chair while the other one rests on his desk. "yeah.." dabi mindlessly replies before snapping his head to look at her, quickly closing his tabs. "what the fuck toga i told you to knock before coming in" he sneers at her, clearly annoyed.

"oh come on, i would've busted down the door by how loudly i was knocking," she replies, spinning around and slumping herself on his bed "but you were too busy stalking your new crush! who are they by the way? tell me the deets!" she says, excitedly kicking her feet.

"it's none of your business, get lost," he mumbles, grabbing a drink from his mini fridge, snapping it open with his middle finger and taking a sip.

toga skips over to his desk, snagging a drink for herself which earns her a scowl from dabi, before she speaks, "mhm sure! let me know if your loser ass needs some advice."

"get out."

streamer! dabi who decides to give in to his chat's requests and go live while dyeing his hair.

dabi’s bathroom was lit up by the harsh, overhead fluorescent lights. he was leaning over the sink, one hand gripping a box of black hair dye and the other clutching a pair of disposable gloves. the mirror was fogged up from the hot water he’d run earlier, but the camera in front of him was crystal clear, broadcasting his every move to a growing audience.

“hey degenerates, what's ip?” dabi’s voice crackled with a hint of amusement as he adjusted the camera angle. “welcome to the chaos. you all wanted me to touch up my roots on stream for whatever freaky reason so, here we are—dyeing my hair live.”

he chuckled, the sound mingling with the chatter of his chat. The screen was a whirlwind of comments, emojis, and questions. before he did anything, he looked down at his shirt pondering for a moment. "i should take this off right? don't want it to get stained or anything" he says nonchalantly as he pulls it over his head.

now some might think this was unnecessary, i mean — taking off his black shirt because he was scared it was going to get stained with black dye? it almost seemed like he had done it on purpose..but the chat didn't seem to care.

touyaslefttit: the first thing i look at in a man is his heart. the fact that his tits are in front of his heart is NOT MY FAULT hellokittylvr: GIRL DINNER 😻😻 pookieschmookie: no guillotine could take away the head im about to give him ilovefictionalmen: i wanna take a shower with him I MEAN i wanna keep him as a pet I MEAN loverriots: very demure shigaraki: 🍅🍅🍅

he tossed his shirt aside, constantly eyeing the screen and reading the chat box and donations carefully as he put on his gloves and squeezed dye into a bowl.

cutiepatootien/n donated $10

just opened the stream and the first thing i see is your chest 😓 not complaining tho 🙏🙏

dabi immediately looks down, keeping his eyes on the dye. "i can show you more than my chest cutie" he says boldly, trying to hide the stupid smirk on his face. [a/n: fake nonchalant dreadhead!! i see him chalanting!!]

streamer! dabi who was waiting for you to join his stream.

streamer! dabi who shamelessly flirts with you on stream, causing many fans to talk about you and try to speculate who this 'cutie' could be.

"so their name is y/n!" toga yells into dabi's ear. she was once again in his room, uninvited, staring at him with sparkly and excited eyes. she had somehow found out your name and was now shoving her phone which had twitter open in his face. the tweets were from his viewers, all about who this 'cutie' could be.

dabi groans. yeah he was the one who drew attention to you but, uh oh! he's now facing the consequences of his own actions as he stares at your account which is now on private. you were smart and new it was best to keep your socials private and out of view from any jealous or crazy fans dabi might have.

"just send them a follow request if you wanna see them so bad!" toga says, getting slightly impatient and snatching dabi's phone out of his hand and speed walking away. "TOGA STOP DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!" he yells as he chases her. "you're too much of a pussy dabi, you have a crush and you should confess!" she says, tossing the phone back to dabi. he hurriedly grabs it and stares at the screen in shock.

there your account was..now public? no. he was following it.

"you actually sent them a follow request?" he says, glaring at the blonde who just flashes him a cheeky smile. "but they accepted right? shoot your shot!"

"i'm going to kick you out of my house."

streamer! dabi who spends a lot of time with you floating around in his mind and eventually musters up the courage to text you.

NOTE — i fear i yapped too much for this one, dabi having a silly internet crush is just so cutesy to me. did you guys notice me and shigaraki sneaking into this fic i thought it was funny. might make this into a series?? idk.

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randomshyperson · 3 years ago

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Cherry Wine - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Sometimes a glass of wine is all it takes to see someone who has always been in front of you. Or the one where Wanda is getting divorced, and you two are best friends.

Warnings: (+18), brief drunk making out, friends to lovers, lots of teasing and sexual tension, reader is a simp, semi public, a bit of roleplay, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving). | Words: 7.058k

A/N-> This idea has been on my drive for months, but I only finished it last week. Here it is, I think I've got all the warnings, but let me know if I'm missing anything. Good reading!

General Masterlist || AO3 || Wattpad

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It was official.

Exactly 3 hours and 8 minutes ago - and Wanda knew that because she was timing how long she could hold her breath under the short water of the tub - she became officially a divorced woman.

She had just returned the cell phone with the lawyer's confirmation that all papers delivered had been read and the process was finished as she placed it beside the tub and was about to return to her childish challenge when the bathroom door opened.

You frowned at your best friend's posture, but there was a little smile on your lips.

"You have strange habits, Wanda. I worry sometimes." You commented humorously, getting a weak chuckle from the other woman. You had two towels in your hands - one for body and one for hair - which you left on the sink. "Natasha said, for the twentieth time, that she's very sorry to miss the girls' day, but she's going to try to bribe Fury with bagels to see if she could switch her overnight duty to tomorrow."

Wanda nodded in understanding but said nothing about it. If she was one hundred percent sincere, although she also loved Natasha, you were more than enough. You had planned a surprise day with just the girls on the same day the divorce papers were filed because you figured Wanda would need company. She expected to arrive home from the court to do household chores that were sure to make her cry, but she arrived at the clean and organized place, a hot bath waiting for her and your companionship.

"Are you ready to get out or should I leave the music on? You look like you're pretending to be a music video, and I wouldn't want to disrupt the creative process of the best writer in this country." You joke, and this time Wanda laughs with flushed cheeks.

"Stop it." She grumbles, but you just shake your head with a chuckle. "What did you say we were going to do anyway?"

"Cooking." You retort with one hand propped on the sink. "I know it's the only thing that helps you relax as much as writing, but since you hate writing when you're upset, Sokovian food will have to do." You reply and Wanda sighs heavily.

"Okay." She says. "Can you give me five minutes?"

You smile. "Honey, I'll give you all the time you need. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready." You said before leaving.

Wanda hugged her legs trying to get up the courage to leave the bathroom. Today would be a good day, she was sure. All the days around you were good, or at least, they were better than the days without you. These were not so common. Ever since the two of you met, so long ago in high school, you haven't been apart. Same high school, same college, same group of friends when you started your careers. While Wanda became a writer, you followed the same career as your mother and sisters in the medical field.

Today had to be a good day because Wanda had been needing these lately.

And while she was getting dressed, you walked casually down the stairs toward the kitchen.

Pietro called next and you put him on speakerphone as you moved to start getting the pans out.

"What do you need, my least favorite Maximoff?" You answered the call with a tease and heard laughter on the other end of the line.

"Please, everyone knows you are secretly in love with me." He returned, making you chuckle and shake your head. "Only that would explain why you lived at my house all the time in high school."

"Of course. And here I thought it was because your sister is my best friend, how silly of me."

Pietro laughed, and before you could continue you heard two childish voices joining the call, and you left the pans on the countertop to look at the twins trying to fit into the camera view.

"And how are the cutest boys in the whole world doing?" You asked, making them smile.

"Aunt Y/N, Tommy and I got a new video game!" Billy said excitedly. "Uncle Piete gave it to us as a present!"

"Yes, because they were very well-behaved on the trip, and they promised they'll remain just as quiet while I'm driving home." Pietro advised, rubbing his forehead lightly and making you smile.

The twins were spending the weekend with their uncle on the other side of the state, and you had asked Pietro for a few extra hours because of girls' day - which he promptly agreed to, because besides adoring his nephews, he figured Wanda needed some break.

"What time are you getting on the road?" You asked.

"After lunch. We should get there around six, and with any luck, those little boys will fall asleep halfway, right, kids?" Peter tried, but seeing the way Billy and Tommy were jumping around excitedly, that seemed far from the truth. You laughed at Pietro's tired expression. "Hey, how's Wanda?"

Before you could answer, Wanda had come downstairs - her hair slightly damp and her posture relaxed as she put on a sweatshirt set - she looked good. Quiet pretty.

"Y/N?" You blinked in confusion, realizing that you were staring and hadn't said anything for a long moment. Clearing your throat, you picked up your cell phone and turned to Wanda - who smiled at the sight of her brother and children - and approached.

"Mom, look at our new video game!" The twins started talking quickly, and you smiled as you watched Wanda's face light up as she spoke to them. You left your cell phone with her and went to organize things in the kitchen.

After a few minutes, Wanda ended the call with 'Love you, see you all later' and a nod, and then approached you, sliding the cell phone into the back pocket of your pants.

"Don't put it away, we're going to need it." You warn, putting down the plates you took from the top. "I need to look up the recipes online, I have no idea how to cook anything, Wands."

"That's what I'm here for." She retorts with a smile, taking the plates from your hands. "Everyone knows that following recipes is like cheating."

"That doesn't make any sense." You try but she just shrugs her shoulders and moves to leave the dishes on the countertop, and you laugh, seeing that this argument you will not win.

Except that, many minutes between jokes, touches, and playful nudges - from grabbing an ingredient before Wanda can, gently pushing your shoulders against hers when she was measuring something, or tickling her when she goes to reach for something on the highest shelf - whatever Wanda was cooking sure wasn't going as planned.

"There's something missing." She commented thoughtfully as she tasted the seasoning, and you crossed your arms as you leaned your back on the countertop beside her.

"Sorry, miss we don't need a recipe, did you say something?" You teased playfully, and she rolled her eyes with amusement.

"Okay, Y/N, renowned chef from nowhere with impeccable skills in making instant noodles and ice, can you please check the ingredients for me?"

"Hum, I didn't sense much sincerity in your request, but I will overlook it because you are cute." You joke, and since you are distracted by picking your cell phone out of your pocket, you don't notice that despite her shy chuckle, Wanda's cheeks turn pink.

With the recipe, it was definitely easier to finish lunch. And the food was delicious. You and Wanda took the dishes into the living room - because it was a quiet day, and since the kids are not here, you could do it just today - and turned on the TV.

Wanda wasn't even surprised that you had sorted out her favorite sitcoms, but she was certainly pleased. You were good to her. Always so good to her. And now, watching you out of the corner of her eye as you giggle at one of the jokes on the television, Wanda has to remind herself that she shouldn't feel her heart racing this way. It's not how friends feel.

"When do you have to go?" That is the question she lets slip almost four hours after you both have finished lunch. The dishes were carried into the kitchen by you at some point, and this must have been the only time you guys got up from your empty cushions besides bathroom trips. Wanda thinks that her anxious brain came up with this because she hasn't heard a word of the episode since she stretched out her legs on the sofa and your hands began to massage her feet.

You raise an eyebrow at her, surprised at the sudden question.

"Are you kicking me out, Maximoff?" It's ironic and humorous, and Wanda giggles, letting her head fall back on the couch as she looks at you.

"Of course, I'm so tired of relaxing and having fun all day." She retorts in the same tone making you smile. However you stop your caresses to check your watch, and Wanda regrets asking.

"I have the night shift, so I should leave before Pietro gets back with the boys." You mutter before returning your gaze to her. "But we have enough time to bake some cookies for them."

The suggestion makes Wanda smile. "Can we bake a pie too?"

You laugh, pushing her feet gently to get up. "Anything you want, sweetheart."

Wanda must have the flu. You always use affectionate nicknames, but now, it makes her heart skip a beat. She follows you into the kitchen lazily - even a little hesitant - somewhat confused about her own reactions. You don't notice anything.

Baking is different for you two - you are better at it than she is. Wanda helps with the dough though, and you have fun when you need to wash your hands in the sink, several playful pushings until you're done.

"Now we wait." You say as soon as the last tray of cookies is in the oven. Wanda decides to sit on the floor, her back resting on the countertop behind her, and you laugh at the scene, but sit down beside her, both of you staring at the cookies baking. There is a moment of silence, just your quiet breaths. Wanda hugs her legs and you sigh. "How has it been today, sweetheart?"

Wanda knows you are asking about the divorce, precisely about the absence of Vis around the house now. But to be fair, it's not as if he used to be around anymore anyway. And that is exactly what she tells you. Despite offering you a hum of understanding, you complete with a quiet "I'm sorry."

She raises an eyebrow. "Why? You never liked him."

You let out a short chuckle, looking at her with almost surprise. "I'm sorry you're going through this, I mean. And that you're sad. It doesn't matter how I felt about him."

Wanda nods, resting her face on her arm. "I'm not sad, Y/N." She murmurs. "I'm somewhere between relieved and angry. Probably both."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You repeat and Wanda lets out an almost impatient sigh, turning her body toward you.

"You know what, Vision is no longer my husband. You can be honest, okay?" She practically accuses, and seeing your confused and surprised expression, she completes, "About him I mean. You two never got along. You don't have to hide what you really think about him anymore. You can be honest, I won't mind."

"Wanda, I really don't think that talking shit about your ex-husband is the appropriate thing-"

"Stop it." She cuts off gesturing a bit. "Vision was all about the appropriate thing, remember? So please, Y/N. Let's just, for today at least, be honest. I need this."

You sigh, looking at her with some hesitation. "Promise you won't be angry?"

"I promise."

"Even if I'm mean, or rude?"

Wanda laughs. "Yes."

You giggle too, but then let out an almost excited exclamation. "Okay, I've kept these things since college when you first met him, but let's do it." You stated in a fake serious tone that made Wanda chuckle slightly. Theatrically you made a thoughtful face and cleared your throat before beginning. "Okay, first of all, Vision was the most idiotic guy you could have chosen to marry, and these are the reasons: He is crude, hugely arrogant, and manipulative. I always hated the way he talked to you. He treated you as if he were somehow smarter or more talented, and he was never either." You began to state and Wanda's eyes widened slightly. "And also, he couldn't read the room. I lost count of how many times he made you uncomfortable with some inappropriate comment. And the worst part is that he didn't have the slightest clue that you were bothered because even though he was with you, he seemed to know nothing about you!"

Wanda swallowed dryly, watching you vent. The worst part was that you were right about everything, and she remained silent as you opened up:

"And that was just the beginning, you know? You two started going out, and he didn't even know the basics about you! And then you got engaged and he bought you a really expensive ring and all I could think was 'what a stupid guy'. You don't even like blue, he could have spent less on a red stone and Wanda would have loved it even more." You comment and Wanda lets out a chuckle that you share. "And then you got married, and the party was beautiful I admit, but he drank too much and almost ruined what was supposed to be the best day of your life."

"Thanks for moving the cake, by the way." Wanda muttered remembering the day clearly, and you laughed, nodding.

"It didn't get any better after that, Wanda." You continued. "He was a terrible husband to you. He didn't go to any of your events, and I know that because I was at all of them. And remember the twins' anniversary and the wine accident? The jerk was more concerned about a damn bottle than an injured son. It was a good thing I already knew how to do decent bandages." You joke about the last part, but Wanda can't give you more than a short laugh.

You keep listing - days and more days when Vision was a terrible father and husband - and you keep being right. But mostly, you were the one present in her life all the time. Attending her writer's publicity events, at family parties, gently picking the kids up from school, caring for this family as if it were your own. Wanda feels a lump forming in her throat. She wants to cry, especially if it means you are the one going to hug her.

Noticing her silence, you interrupt yourself mid-statement, looking at her with concern.

"See, Wanda, I knew I shouldn't have said anything!" You declare seeing the tears in her eyes, your face almost desperate. "I take it all back. Forget what I said, it was insensitive and foolish to say it at this moment."

Wanda gives a tearful laugh, shaking her head. "No, Y/N, don't worry." She says trying to push the emotion away, "You're right. Vis was an idiot, but that must mean I am too for believing him." She declares sadly and you deny frantically, but Wanda looks down at her own lap. "Maybe all of this is not for me, you know? I'm just not a good wife."

"That's what I mean, Wanda." You begin as you raise a finger to her chin, making her look up at you. Your hand doesn't pull away, fitting comfortably on her cheek, and it takes all of Wanda's mental control not to lean in or melt at the touch. "He made you feel like you weren't enough when he should have made you feel like you were everything." She knows she is blushing, and she knows that because your hand is on her face you are feeling the warmth of her cheeks. So she thinks it best to smile and nod, pushing her face away before she loses control of her own body.

"I have an idea." She declares because she doesn't want you to think she has rejected your touch or that she is angry, and is getting up. "Vis has carried most of his things away but left a bottle of wine from our wedding. I'm sure it was the last shot to try to make me feel guilty, but he's not going to have that victory. I want to drink that whole bottle with my favorite person, which is you."

Wanda didn't see the silly grin you had on your face because she was getting the glasses and the bottle from the cabinet under the sink. You checked on the cookies before you got up and Wanda brought the items to the countertop behind you.

"The saddest part is that your wedding wine is terrible." You commented, making her laugh.

"I know." She says as she opens it. "But it will have to do. One sip for the symbolism of the moment?" She asks, making you chuckle before nodding.

But time aging has improved the drink. You and Wanda share a surprised look as you taste the cherry, hum of satisfaction after the first sip.

"While it's not bad, I can't go to work drunk." You warn as you return the cup to the countertop and Wanda laughs, shrugging.

"More for me then." She says and turns your entire cup over in a single gulp, making you giggle and shake your head.

You go into the living room to get your cell phone, and when you return to the kitchen Wanda is sitting on the countertop. She has given up on the glasses and decided to drink straight from the bottle.

"Natasha apologized again, and said that the attempted bribe ended up getting her an extra shift." You say as soon as you read the message from your cell phone, and Wanda lets out a hearty giggle.

"Damn, now I feel bad." She retorts. "I think I'll save some of my pie for her."

"My pie you mean."

Wanda laughs, rolling her eyes. "We split the work!"

"Yeah, yeah, you can take five percent credit." You tease as you move closer, leaving your cell phone on the countertop next to her where you stop.

"Five percent?" She repeats with false indignation.

"And I'm being generous."

Wanda lets out a short laugh, pushing your shoulder playfully but you are looking at her in a way that makes her legs go weak. Your cell phone vibrates the same second Wanda starts to lean in, and it breaks the moment completely. She decides to take another long sip while you check the message.

"It's Harley. She wants to know if I can come in early because an appointment popped up." You count as you type. "Sorry, Wanda, but you just lost another hour with your favorite person."

Wanda chuckles. "You're never gonna let that one go, are you?"

"Not a chance." You retort with a mischievous smile, looking at her for only a second before you go back to typing.

Wanda takes another long sip of her wine, and the next words are coming out before she can hold them back, "How come you never got married?"

You blink confusedly away from the phone at the sudden question, but you shrug. "I don't know. I guess I haven't met the right person yet."

Wanda is no longer smiling. She thinks she should, though. It would be the appropriate thing to do: smile relaxedly for a casual conversation with her best friend.

"Not even Harley?"

You chuckle at her phrase, putting your cell phone in your pants pocket, and she makes a surprised face. "You haven't heard? I think Natasha was waiting for the opportunity to tease me in the most efficient way about it." You begin. "We haven't been going out in almost a month now. We were doing well, I think, and I thought about asking her to be my girlfriend during a picnic. I set up a romantic date at the Municipal Botanical Garden, even took her to see a butterfly exhibit. And guess what? She fell in love with the flower girl."

Wanda stared at you in shock. "Sorry, what?" she asked, but you laughed, shrugging.

"There was a woman supervising the exhibit, a biologist. When it was over, Harley took my hand and said `Sweetheart, this has been lovely, but we can't go out anymore. I think I just found the love of my life because of you." You recount. "I particularly think it was a funny way for the universe to say it wasn't meant to be."

Wanda let out a nervous laugh, "Oh my god, I'm sorry." She said but you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Don't worry, I don't think it would have worked out anyway." You say. "Sorry for not saying anything too, I guess I ended up blocking that humiliation from my memory and forgot to tell you." You joke, making her laugh. You reached over to pick up the bottle she had left between her legs. "A sip of courage to face a twenty-four-hour shift."

Your next sip of wine was miscalculated, and you downed a few drops, laughing at your own clumsiness. Wanda definitely must have been very drunk to be noticing the drop running down your chin, blushing as she realized the urge to taste it straight from your skin.

And maybe because she was drunk, she thought it was an incredible idea to do exactly what she wanted.

While you were scanning the place for a cloth to dry yourself, Wanda wrapped her legs around you before you could move away, ignoring your confused giggle as she pulled you closer by the shirt.

Your question about what she was doing turned into a gasping sigh when her lips met all the drops of wine falling between your chin and neck. You closed your eyes tightly, tensing up at the same moment, your hands gripping the counter as you try to keep your balance.

Wanda pulled away, licking her lips and her eyes so dark you couldn't see the green as you opened yours and faced her.

"There you go. Delicious." She spoke in a hoarse voice, and her gaze went down to your lips at the same moment.

"W-what are you doing?" You stammered affected, your face burning and your heart racing. Wanda threw the consequences out the window, her brain screaming at her to kill this curiosity that had existed since high school, and she did. She closed her eyes and broke the distance, meeting your lips in a firm and deep kiss.

You choked in surprise, pulling back. Wanda blinked, mortified, and suddenly very sober.

The apology died in a groan as you grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her for real the next second, tongue and teeth and with all the passion you had hidden for so many years. She matched the intensity, and as your mouths pressed together, her hands went to the back of your neck and yours went down to her thighs, encouraging her to wrap herself even more around you.

In the kitchen, all that could be heard was the sound of panting breaths and moving lips, until one of your hands went boldly inside her blouse and when your palm wrapped around her breast, Wanda gasped in a whimper, arching her body toward you. Something changed in you at the sound, your kisses grew harsher and your hands began to mark her. Wanda felt like she was burning from the inside out, so many years of buried feelings surfacing all at once and all she wanted was for you to release the hot knot in her belly.

Just as she felt your fingers work to pull up her blouse completely, the oven alarm beeped and awakened you.

Wanda grunted at the lack of your lips, but you were stumbling backward in shock, and she had to hold onto the counter to keep from falling when you did, one hand on your chest and one in your hair, your breathing as out of rhythm as hers.

"Fuck, what we were..." You started practically panicking, only now noticing the wine bottle that fell on the counter with the movement, and exclaimed sweatily as you rushed to grab the item and a cloth, frantically preventing further mess. Wanda was busy trying to control her own breathing and ignore the waves of arousal and alcohol in her brain.

But as soon as your gazes met again, she began:

"Y/N, don't panic."

But you grunted, shaking your head. "Wanda, we're just-"

Your speech was cut off by the sound of a car parked in front of the house.

Shit.

"Oh, no, no, Shit." You muttered to yourself, and Wanda almost took it personally, but she could barely think about anything really, every cell in her body begging you to kiss her again when you moved closer again. But you were only trying to help with her messy appearance, letting out a gasping sigh as you raised your hands to smooth her hair and caught a glimpse of her swollen lips from the kiss. "God, so pretty..."

Wanda felt her face warm but you swallowed dryly, shaking your head and pulling away with a grunt. She would have complained but you adjusted your clothes and turned off the oven, and before she could comment, the front door was opening and lesser beings rushed into the room.

She heard your quick excuses about being late for work, and the promise of cookies in the oven was enough for neither Pietro nor the boys to question your hasty departure.

Wanda would have run after you, but she thinks her legs were still a bit wobbly.

–//–

You haven't spoken to Wanda in four days.

That's a record that impresses anyone who is part of your life - even Dr. Cho, who until last week though you were married to Wanda so many times she saw you leave the hospital for some family engagement with them. It was embarrassing to clarify that you were just a friend of the family.

Friend.

You had a few. None like Wanda. And maybe that's why you're avoiding her.

The kiss hasn't left your mind since it happened. You had been running on automatic for days, and basically hiding at work to avoid the Maximoffs.

On the fifth day, Natasha had enough.

"This place is not a hotel, Y/N." She reminded as soon as she found you in the empty locker rooms again. You grimaced as you arranged the sheets on the bunk bed.

"But this has my name on it." You justified, gesturing with your head to the labels on the lockers.

Natasha crossed her arms.

"The lodging is for on-call doctors. You were on call days ago. You have your own apartment, stop running away from your girlfriend."

You blush deeply and look away from the bedding in an attempt to hide it.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You mutter, but Nat gives a dry laugh.

"Please, you've been working here for ten years, and for ten years Wanda has been making lunch boxes for you. Suddenly, she gets divorced and you start eating snacks from the machine and hiding in the dormitories. What, Vision finally found out that you were sleeping with his wife?"

“Nat!” You exclaimed embarrassed, but the redhead laughed and shook her head. "Don't say that! You know very well that Wanda and I, we never..."

"My god Y/N, you're still sleeping here?" Someone interrupted, coming to Nat's side. You sighed loudly at Harley, clearly arriving for her shift still in normal clothes and the lab coat inside her bag. "Did something happen to your house?"

Natasha smiles mischievously, leaning on the door. "That's what I'm trying to find out, and I'll bet you fifty bucks it has something to do with the hot Milf."

Harley raises an impressed eyebrow, her hands busy opening her own locker.

"What about Miss Maximoff?" She asks but you're sighing loudly and putting the covers away before walking away.

"Go mind your own business, Romanoff. And a good day to you two." You say as you leave in irritation.

But your escape from your colleagues is short-lived. Before lunch, when you've seen a few lovely patients that have improved your mood a bit, Natasha appears in your office.

"Hey, can I ask you a favor?" She asks leaning on the door, while you are checking the upcoming charts.

"Not if it's related to me staying in the dorm." You grumble grudgingly, managing a small laugh.

"I have found spiritual peace for that matter." She says mysteriously, and before you can clarify, she continues, "I'm going to take a little while at lunch, Maria and I are going to go over some adoption stuff. Do you think you can take over some General Practice patients? I can swap Pediatrics with you later."

You looked at your calendar before confirming, and Natasha smiled in appreciation, muttering that you were the best before you left.

In the afternoon, you were almost considering telling your long-time friend about what happened, but soon realized it was all her plan when you read Maximoff's name on the next appointment form.

In shock for a good few seconds, you almost considered faking a faint or escaping out the window, but both actions seemed very childish to you.

It was just Wanda. Your best friend of a lifetime. You could have a conversation with her.

With trembling fingers, you pressed enter on the computer for the next password call and stood up to spend the next few minutes rehearsing exactly what you were going to say.

All the words went awry when Wanda's upset face came into your field of vision.

"H-hey." You greeted hesitantly, resisting the natural urge to break the distance and approach her, wrap her face between your hands and ask if everything was okay as you had done a thousand times. And Wanda missed that.

"Hi, doc." She greeted with a slight tease as she closed the door, you swallowed dryly wiping your soft palms on your pants.

"W-what are you, um, doing here?"

"Well, I figured if I made an appointment with the boys, you would have moved on to someone else. Given the way you're avoiding me." She replies without any ceremony, and you lower your head in shame, shifting the weight of your feet. "So I had to ask Nat for help."

You let out a humorless laugh. "Great plan." You mumbled before looking back at Wanda - who had taken off her coat. You cleared your throat. "Well, why don't you start by telling me what's wrong, Miss Maximoff?" You ask and Wanda tilts her head slightly, seeming to decide whether she was going to go through with this little theater or leave the room. Fortunately, she chooses the former.

With a soft sigh, she leaves her coat on the support besides the door and unhurriedly takes off one at a time the sandals she was wearing.

"I've had such a tough few weeks, Doctor." She begins, your eyes catching every movement of her hands taking off her sandals and causing your breath to hitch to the dark tingle that takes over her green irises. "With my divorce being finalized, I've been so stressed."

"That...I'm sorry to hear." You manage to say in a hoarse, affected voice, watching Wanda gently pushing her sandals to a corner of the room and starting to work the buttons on her red blouse in a tortured slow manner. Your heart leaps as you begin to see more skin. "W-what are you doing..."

"Oh, doc, I should be more comfortable, shouldn't I?" She asks with a false innocence that makes you swallow dryly, half her buttons open now. "So you can check me properly."

You choke softly, your face burning but your gaze mesmerized on the woman in front of you, who sighs softly as she removes her blouse, letting it fall down her arms to the floor.

Of course, in so many years of friendship, you had seen Wanda in lingerie a few times. But never like this. Not with her deliberately offering the image to you.

Your brain short-circuits, and she bites her lip, a hidden little smile as she watches your reaction.

"All this stress has left me so sore in so many places, doc..." Wanda begins, approaching in slow steps that make you hold your breath, the image of her cleavage covered only by a black bra making it impossible to concentrate on anything if not this. "Can you help me with that?"

You nod frantically, licking your lips to try not to look like a complete mess.

"W-where does it hurt, Miss Maximoff?" Your husky question makes Wanda smile even wider. She moves her hands to yours and pulls the first one until your palm is over her covered breast, drawing sighs from both of you.

"They are so sore since you touched me in the kitchen." Wanda confesses in an equally affected sigh, and you resist the urge to close your eyes, gasping a little. "Kept missing the feel of your hands around me, playing with them. It makes me tingle, unable to sleep. And thinking about that makes another spot hurt."

You blinked a little confused because of the liquid lust in your brain, but Wanda wasted no time in guiding your other hand to her belly and pushing down until it slid into her pants, past her panties.

You sighed deeply as you felt her wet pussy, instinctively squeezing her breast and making Wanda close her eyes tightly, her hands going to your shoulders for support.

"Fuck, Wanda." You grunt but Wanda is throwing her hips against your hand gently, urging you to start moving inside her.

"Please doc, only you can help me." She declares, and you shudder at the meaning behind her words, not resisting the temptation to slide your fingers through her folds, collecting and spreading the moisture that only seems to grow and makes Wanda whimper. "In-in-side, please... I need..."

You interrupt her with a kiss, overpowering with ease because Wanda is twitching at the feel of your fingers. She tries to match your hungry, intense kiss, but as soon as you push two fingers inside her cunt, she moans loudly, hands gripping your shoulders tightly to keep herself from sliding to the floor.

You hum in approval, your body burning with desire at the sensation of the soaked and tight walls of Wanda's pussy squeezing your digits. When she can no longer kiss you back because you have begun to thrust harder inside her and she can only rest her forehead against your shoulder, clinging to your body to keep from falling to the floor as your free fingers stimulate her nipple, you whisper in her ear, "You have such a greedy pussy, Miss Maximoff. Taking my fingers so well, so wet and tight for me. You know If you wanted this, you could have told me sooner."

Despite the closeness of her orgasm - Wanda could feel her legs wobble, the knot in her belly tightening, and waves of hot heat spreading throughout her body - she managed to retort:

"Would you have...helped me...if I had asked you before?" She said between breathless moans, and you almost flinched at the hidden meaning behind the question. But instead, you switched the rhythm until Wanda began to whimper, her hips moving against your hand in search of relief.

Leaving Wanda's breast, you moved your hand to her face so that she would look up at you. Dark, dreamy eyes with very red cheeks. Wanda was absurdly beautiful, a mess on your fingers.

You make her cum before you say what you want. And she has to close her eyes for it, and you swallow the deep groan she lets out as she gets deliciously tight in your fingers, and soaks your hand with her juices.

As she recovers, you wrap an arm around her and draw patterns on her swollen clit.

"Look at me, Wanda." You call out in a whisper and wait until she does. "I would. Any time."

She swallows dryly, lowering her gaze to your mouth. "Even when..."

"Any time." You interrupt as you assure, sliding your fingers inside again and making her choke on her own breath. "I've loved you since high school, Wanda. If you had told me how you felt, I would have said the same. I would have kissed you in your dorm room, or at the church door. It could have been me screaming when the priest asked if anyone had anything against that union."

"Dorogoya..." Wanda starts out affectionate but turns into something like a whimper when you curl your fingers inside her. "Y-yes, just like that... chert vozʹmi, eto tak khorosho." she gasps in her native tongue, and you smile with a wave of pride in your chest as you watch her roll her eyes to the back of her head.

"Do you realize how many times I wanted to fuck you in that kitchen, Maximoff?" You continue, appreciating the way Wanda throbs in your fingers. "Or on your couch. Or my bed, when you and that asshole were fighting and you were going to cry on my shoulder?" You question, fingers stroking harder now. Wanda whimpers, shaking her head. "He never knew how to love you right, Wanda. Fuck you until you couldn't remember your own name. Good thing best friends know each other so well. I know exactly what you need, pretty girl."

Wanda was about to complain about the lack when you suddenly remove your hand from her pants, but you are kissing her hard and spinning her around until she is placed on the table. Your hands work to push her garment out of the way, and Wanda grunts when you break the kiss with a tug on her lips, only to feel her whole face burn when you start to get down on your knees.

Of course, she knows what you're going to do. And of course, you know that she has never received this before. You learned about it in a very awkward conversation on girls' night out, where Wanda had to confess that she was the only one in the group who didn't know what it felt like. Nat and Monica were too drunk to remember, but apparently you - from the victorious smile as you kissed her legs now - remembered very well.

Wanda tensed in anticipation, and you kissed her thighs before looking at her.

"Relax, Maximoff. You'll love it." You say trying to reassure her, but Wanda swallows dryly.

"You don't have to." She murmurs embarrassedly surprising you a little, "If you don't want to. Vision used to say it was weird and even unnecessary and I understand if you-"

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how much I want it." You sighed in solidarity. Ten damn years without decent sex. It had to be a joke. "Trust me, Wanda. I'm going to make you feel good like no one ever has."

She smiled shyly, and you kissed your way up until Wanda jumped softly with the first kiss against her clit. Your original plan was to go slowly, but as soon as you had a taste, your eyes rolled and you dove in.

Wanda cried out in pleasure and a little surprise, her hands gripping the table tightly.

“Oh, malysha… that feels-ah-really nice.” Wanda gasped with her eyes closed tightly, her hips trying to match the rhythm of your mouth. Your tongue moved masterfully, in and out in a breathtaking rhythm as you spread her last pleasure all around. Wanda cursed in Sokovian as you sucked on her clit, arching her back and squeezing the table until her fingers turned white.

She was close, so tight in your mouth that you could feel how ruined your own panties were, but you didn't stop - grabbing her thighs to keep her open and continuing to eat her out even after she came hard in your mouth.

"Chert vozʹmi, dorogaya, eto slishkom" She babbled in ecstasy, falling with her elbows on the table, her whole body spasming deliciously. But you kept licking hungrily until her rambling words turned into cries of pleasure and she came again even more intensely.

You would stay there forever if you could, but the appointment time alarm began to sound and you grunted impatiently.

Licking her clean, Wanda blinked affectedly before she felt your hands wrap around her and help her stand properly, your lips dancing on hers and turning her into an even bigger mess as she felt the mixed taste on your tongue.

"Go on a date with me, Miss Maximoff." You say between one kiss and another, and Wanda chuckles softly.

"Is that an order, doc?"

"It's a request." You clarify even though you know she is only joking. "One that I should have made the second I laid eyes on you."

Wanda blushes, smiling shyly before kissing you again, slow and deep.

"I would have said yes." She confesses breathlessly. "Before or now. I didn't know, Y/N. If I had known-"

"It's okay." You interrupt her before she gets more anxious, kissing her mouth once or twice. "We have all the time in the world."

She smiles in agreement. "My place or in yours?"

You rub your nose against hers gently. "Is there a difference?" You retort getting a giggle in return.

You helped Wanda get dressed between kisses and stolen touches, and even after she left, your heart was still pounding inside your chest.

Wanda loved you back. And even though you had been friends for years, part of you felt that your story with her was just beginning. It was somehow terrifying. The possibility of screwing things up, of course. Good thing you would have your best friend by your side.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines

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peppermint-joys · 3 years ago

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Being Bruno’s Child Would Include… Pt. II

I swear I have a problem all of my headcanons turnout way longer than planned. Takes place before the movie. The reader’s age ranges from 5-7. Stay tuned for part three, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, I guess.

Parts: 1 2 3 4

Tag list: @jayleneblack @zzzzzzzzzzoom (I guess if you want to be tagged ask in the comments?)

In terms of quality, the community decided your gift was better than your Papa’s, barely. They classified it in the same category as Dolore’s in terms of annoyance. The slightest contact and you were able to see into their past. You could see what made them tick. Your gift unlocked every embarrassing moment, every family secret, every heartbreaking moment of their history. Your gift was invasive.

Your gift was a lot for a child to handle. After realising your gift was triggered by anyone who came into contact with you, you refused to let anyone touch you. You didn’t need to know their secrets.

It broke your family’s heart to see you shy away from their touch.

It broke Bruno’s heart to listen to you cry, alone in your room. He wanted so much to run to you, scoop you up, hug you tight and tell you it would be alright. But in the walls he stayed.

At least Abuela began to give you the time of day; as in keeping an eye on you as to only keep you from creating trouble with your “gift”. She figured with hard strict rules, your wild gift, unlike Bruno’s, could be tamed.

When you went into town, you had to stay within ten feet of a family member and couldn’t touch anyone (not that you would). You realised quickly it was better to stay back home. At home, you were expected to do chores with Mirabel, Félix and Augustín. At least they kept you company.

Your gift is wild, and in your opinion, incomplete. It’s hard to tell, but you could swear your door glowed dimmer than the others.

Antonio is born while you’re five.

You hear him crying one afternoon while most of the family is out. Julieta was downstairs, but she was cooking. She needed to clean off before handling the infant. You snuck into the nursery, hoping to soothe him with some gentle words. When that doesn’t work, your protective big cousin instincts kick in. You climb into his crib and snuggle with him to soothe him.

Antonio, being so new to the world, doesn’t have much of a past to explore. Still, what you do see is beautiful. You witness him experiencing the sun for the first time. You can feel the warmth, the joy, the wonder.

When Julieta arrives, she finds you two snuggled together asleep. It’s the first time you’ve had physical contact with someone in months.

Slowly, you figure out a way to live with your gift. As you get older, you learn that if you focus, simple contact isn’t enough entering a trance. Still, sudden contact and spooks will lead to you seeing and hearing a past event.

You decide to quiet yourself. While you might see someone’s past, you don’t have to share what you see. You become the quietest Madrigal, generally keeping to yourself.

In spite of everything, you’re still the darling of Encanto. The people don’t blame you for your misfortune, if anyone they blame your father. When someone let’s slip, “it’s not your fault you got a bad gift. I’m telling you it’s all Bruno, chico was cursed.” They were swiftly silenced with, “We don’t talk about Bruno!” However, it was enough to ignite your curiosity.

His room is still boarded up from when you tried to explore when you were four. You attempted to bribe Casita to let you in. “I have fresh spackle.” No dice. That left only your human family to answer your many, many questions.

So at the tender age of seven, with your handy dandy notebook, you once again began asking around about your Papa, jotting down any clues or facts. Your three-year-old shadow Antonio, followed you as you went.

Your primos were more helpful than the adults of the family. From them you learned he had visions of the future, he told Dolores her true love would be taken by another, told Isa she someday would have the life of your dream and was friends with rats.

Camilo also told you some things, but what he said and acted out only made you and Antonio burst into tears, so he immediately retracted his statements and admitted he knew nothing.

No one could tell you why he left.

After asking your tío Félix, who explained the downside of your papa’s gift leaving the room you bumped into Pepa which triggered your gift, sending you into her past.

You immediately recognised her. She glowed, dressed all in white. Taking in your surroundings, you felt nothing but joy. The sky was clear, the sun was at its brightest. You could only assume your tía was near to her happiest. She should be happy. It’s her wedding day.

It seemed you were at the point of the day when they were setting up the reception. So Félix and Pepa weren’t quite married yet. You could feel yourself getting a bit nervous. You gently swayed in time with the beat created by the band practicing off on the side, trying to ease your nerves. Suddenly, you felt this wave of dread wash over you.

You watched as a man in green casually approached your tía. Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t explain it, but you feel Pepa’s discomfort. Similar to how you’d felt Antonio's joy when you first fell into his past.

The man chuckled nervously, “Looks like rain.” That’s Bruno, your papa. Uncontrollably, you felt yourself bristle. His back was to you, so you couldn’t see his face. You attempted to you run toward him and your tía but once again the world around you begins to speed up. Rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. Before developing into a full-blown hurricane.

In an instant, you were back with your tía and tío. You thank them before swiftly and totally not suspiciously excusing yourself to your room.

You hide all your findings in a chest in your room, concerned that if Abuela discovered what you were up to, she’d take all your information and burn it or something of that manner.

Relaxing in your bed, you reflect on all you’ve learned. Which admittedly isn’t much. But you did see him, almost, in tía Pepa’s past. Ding! You sit up straight, a bright toothy grin decorating your face.

You could search people’s past for him. Anyone who’s met him he’ll appear somewhere in their history. From their pasts you could learn all about him, perhaps even meet him.

And hopefully, learn why he left you.

#encanto #encanto headcanons #bruno madrigal x reader #bruno madrigal x child reader #bruno madrigal #the madrigals #madrigals x child reader #madrigals x reader #self insert #disney #fluff #angst #encanto x reader

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eolewyn1010 · 3 years ago

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Mina is falling into the "sleep is restless and not recuperative in the slightest" routine. Nobody is catching on. Well, except for Renfield who asks God to bless her, but who cares about him; better hide from Jonathan that she's miserable! Because priority number one for every good woman must be to keep her man happy. Bleh. Also, more infantilizing - "after dinner, they sent me to bed". I'm not sure how long I can keep up with this. Mina even asks Jack to give her an opiate so she sleeps well and is Not A Burden to the dude squad. Funnily, Mina, left all alone in her bed, talks of "flirting" with death. Heh, there's the vampires = sex metaphor waving from the distance again. And Mina catches the brain cell and realizes that it might not be smart to induce a sleep she cannot easily wake up from. I hope she doesn't do it again.

Jonathan goes hunting after dirt-filled chests again and contemplates sending Mina home to Exeter. This is actually a good idea, accidentally - well, not for "poor frail woman" reasons, but it would put her out of Dracula's reach. Then Jonathan lampshades the trouble with understanding phonetic spelling. Okay, caught me off-guard. Hilarious, my man, I'll admit that. He manages to ask and bribe his way around said trouble and finds a dude who has transported nine of Dracula's boxes out from the latter's dusty estate to some other dusty old house. And Dracula himself helped him to load the boxes into the carriage - and then off again in Piccadilly. Hasn't forgotten his do-it-yourself ways from home chores, it seems. Can I ask him to help me with my move? I find it rather rude that Jonathan is only worried about the boxes, because the transport guy says he can't quite remember how he got home, implying he served as a snack in between.

Next, Jonathan is off to Piccadilly to have a look at the new house and talk to another real estate agent, but the latter is serious about confidentiality, prompting Jonathan to call him a prig. Our Victorian himbo is on a roll today. Flipping out his "I'm here on behalf of Lord Godalming" seems to be a bit more effecitve, though. When Jonathan returns home, he has the presence of mind to notice Mina's not looking well, and the decency to feel bad about excluding her. He loses the one brownie point for this immediately when he shakes her off - Mina definitely didn't want to be alone that night and needed some affection. But instead, he goes to confer with the dude squad and plan another breaking and entering, this time in Piccadilly.

Jack has Renfield guarded in case anything of interest happes. Well, just before he went to bed last night, he has checked in on the situation and nothing of interest has happened. Only around midnight, Renfield woke up and got really upset again, fearfully praying (to God or to Dracula?) which the attendant only noticed late because he was "dozing", so now Jack complains about where to find good staff these days. He also contemplates if they are going mad, what with them preparing for a burglary and van Hellstoker at the museum to read up on ancient demon cures. After war council with the dude squad in the evening, Jack allows himself the faintest hope that they are on the right path, because Renfield has been quiet and leisurely catching flies. Naturally, this notion is interrupted by Renfield yelling throughout the house, and an attendant informing Jack that he found Renfield lying on the floor, covered in blood. "Accident" my ass; Dracula either hypnotized him into hurting himself or he has gotten into Renfield's cell.

#Dracula Daily #whew thanks for the action #it finally tones down the sexism a bit

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igglemouse · 2 years ago

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Episode 11 ~ Narcos

But you know, I’m happily a housewife! I know, that’s an insult for some but for me, it works and why fight what works? I have no issue waking up early and cooking breakfast especially since I don’t think Alonso is a good cook and cooking is sort of my passion too so I’ve never thought of it as a chore as some do. I also enjoy whenever Alonso comes down to watch me cook, usually at this time we talk about the boys and of course they are the leading subject this morning since Felipe is no longer just a baby. Alonso is excited, of course, I think he already has a future, a roadmap if you will, for his sons. I’m more on the side of just letting them be who they want to be and he’s more on the side that they have to carry his name and carrying his name seems to come with a set of strict requirements. Ah, but we won’t get into that right now.

We didn’t stay on the subject of their upbringing for long because Alonso had another family issue on his mind. My mom. “I’ve been thinking of buying her something, as a gift, you know,” he suggests. Tapping a finger on the table as the scent of fresh pancakes tempts patience.

“Are you trying to bribe my mom?” I joke but knowing Alonso this is likely exactly what he means to do.

“She’ll be my mom too and don’t you give gifts to loved ones? I just want to give her something and show that she’s appreciated. I do feel like we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot, her and I, and this is my attempt at building a bridge and have a better relationship.”

“Oh Alonso,” I sigh. It’s not that they are off on the wrong foot it’s that to mama Alonso may as well have no feet at all. She doesn’t dislike him because of her first impression of him, she dislikes him, I believe, for his occupation. The source of Alonso’s wealth isn’t exactly clean and legal, I suspect at least. I try not to think too much about it honestly. “I do not think mama is going to be swayed by some expensive jewelry or a necklace, she doesn’t care about simoleons at all.”

“Yes but still something nice is always appreciated, isn’t it? What do you think she would like?”

I sit and think about his question because the answer isn’t at all obvious to me. Mama turned down a life of excessive wealth to basically live in a trailer and be near homeless and she recounts this time of her life as her best of days. As I stare at the pancake, flipping it to make sure the other side receives equal attention, I can’t help but think there is nothing in the world that could bribe her. Still, Alonso is a stubborn man and he’s already decided that he’s going to buy her something.

“I don’t know, maybe some clothes or shoes or…you know mama has always had a sense of style, she’d like something like that. Just don’t try to do too much or I think you’ll just make things worse.”

“Noted,” he smacks a hand on the table just then. “Pancakes do not take this long.”

I could not help but laugh. Yes, yes, he can be impatient at times but he is the man that fate has picked for me and the one I love. “Just don’t complain when they are undercooked!”

Index - Next

#season 1 #the sims 4 #the sims #sims legacy #iggleverse legacy #sims 4 legacy #my sims #generation 1 #ines pliego #alonso navarro

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seidenbros · 3 years ago

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You'll Make Me Brave Ch.4

Pairing: Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier) (introducing Eskel to the dynamic) Warnings: loss of a loved one, murder, emotional damage, though this chapter is rather fluffy Word Count: 2045 Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 As always dedicated to @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky for the inspiration

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You Remembered

Geralt was on the phone for quite some time, before he returned to Jaskier, who'd taken it upon him to clear the table and do the dishes. He'd needed something to do, because he couldn't sit still. Of course, it took him a moment to find everything he needed – and he didn't want to seem nosy and look into all the cupboards – but he managed and was able to do the dishes. He'd rolled up his sleeves and was up to his elbows in the water when Geralt returned.

“Eskel is taking care of this. He's our computer specialist, and he'll find out everything he can on this Rience guy.” Geralt specifically didn't call him Jaskier's half-brother, because if he'd really killed their father, it was better to keep that distance. “You really didn't have to do that, Jaskier. I could have cleaned up as well.”

“It's really no problem,” Jaskier replied, giving Geralt a little smile. “It gave me something to do. But you can make yourself useful as well.” Jaskier reached for the towel to hand it to Geralt, who smiled in return. This felt natural, even though they'd only known each other for a short amount of time. Standing in Geralt's kitchen felt a lot better than sitting in front of him in the interrogation room, trying to figure out what the hell had happened the night before. It was easy to blend that whole drama out when Jaskier felt so safe around that Detective.

They did their chores in silence, Roach lying on top of the fridge to keep a watchful eye over them. Jaskier was usually the one to fill the silence, but in that moment, alone with Geralt, he didn't feel the need. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, quite the contrary, so that he even enjoyed it, which didn't happen often. Their arms bumped against each other while they were working. Jaskier felt tingles spread up his arm, which he tried to ignore. Every time Geralt had touched him, he'd felt that, and he knew what it was, and if they'd met under different circumstances, Jaskier would have made a move. Right now, though, he knew that it might be interpreted as some sort of bribe, since Geralt was the lead investigator in this case. Not appropriate at all. But Jaskier couldn't deny what that man was doing to him – and Yen had realised that as well. He could tell from the suggestive messages she'd sent him, the emojis she'd used, though she knew that this was no situation to be thinking about kissing a certain someone. Jaskier also knew that Yen wanted to see him happy, so he couldn't be mad at her.

“Geralt,” Jaskier eventually said when he was finished with the fished. He dried his hands on a towel and looked at Geralt. “I'm really sorry about this whole mess, and I wish we'd met under different circumstances-”

“You don't need to apologise, alright? I don't think that you killed your father, so this is not your fault.” Geralt cut him off right there, because he didn't want Jaskier to feel guilty about anything. The situation was bad enough for him as it was, so he didn't need to burden himself with all that guilt. His eyes softened, he even smiled before he kept on talking. “We'll figure this out.”

Jaskier had wanted to say something more, had plucked up the courage to tell him that they would have been able to get to know each other without this whole situation dangling above their heads, that he liked Geralt, but the words had died on his lips, when Geralt had interrupted him. It was maybe for the better, since Jaskier had to stay here in close proximity to the man who made his heart beat faster. It was probably best if he kept his feelings bottled up for the time being. Yeah... So he simply nodded his head instead of saying anything more.

“You should get some sleep, Jaskier. It's been a long and exhausting day. I'll clean up the rest.” Geralt turned his back to Jaskier to put the dried dishes away, but also to gain control of himself again. It wasn't anything special, they'd done the dishes together, but it was something so domestic, something he hadn't done with anyone in a really long time – he couldn't even remember when the last time had been – that it felt almost natural, like Jaskier belonged right here in his home, in his life. It was confusing and so not the right time for anything like this to happen, but... Geralt had known that and had taken Jaskier in despite everything. Because he wanted him here, wanted to take care of him. He'd brought his own doom upon himself.

“Okay... Goodnight, Geralt.”

“Goodnight Jaskier.”

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For hours Jaskier had laid awake in the darkness, trying to fall asleep, but the thoughts had been running free and wild in his head, creating all kinds of scenarios – but none of the nightmares, rather scenarios that involved Geralt and him and next to no clothes. It had been frustrating, because he hadn't wanted to think about it, about the man whose home he was staying in, but there had been no escaping these pictures in his head. Only when Roach had trotted into his room to sneak beneath the blanket, had Jaskier been able to fall asleep and get some much needed rest.

He woke the next morning to the smell of bacon and eggs, which made his stomach rumble. Slowly, he got out of bed. He reached for one of his shirts to pull it over his head, before he made a quick detour to the bathroom to get ready. After the morning before where Geralt had surprised him at Yennefer's apartment, and he'd still been in his boxers, Jaskier wanted to leave a better impression this morning. So he brushed his teeth, combed his hair and washed his face before he joined Geralt in the kitchen.

“Good morning!” Jaskier said, before he was nearly knocked off his feet once he saw Geralt. So far he'd only seen him dressed up for the job, and even though the Detective hadn't been in a suit or anything, he'd still looked prim and proper. Right now, though, he looked rather different. With his sweatpants and a loose shirt that he'd probably worn to sleep, his hair pulled up into a bun, and eyes that still looked like he could use another hour of sleep.

“Morning. Did you have a good night?” Oh Jaskier didn't know how right he was about Geralt needing another hour of sleep. Just like Jaskier, he hadn't been able to fall asleep for hours. In the beginning, it had been due to reading the diary Jaskier had given him. Later on, his thoughts had been occupied by the man sleeping in the next room. At one point, Geralt had even gotten up to go to Jaskier's room, check up on him. A smile had spread on his lips when he'd detected Roach lying next to Jaskier. They'd kept each other company. He'd felt his heart pick up its pace when he'd stood there, which should have sent Geralt straight back to his room – but he'd stayed. Just for a couple of minutes, until he'd been able to tear his gaze away. When he'd been back in his bed, Geralt had been able to fall asleep with the knowledge that Jaskier was fast asleep, Roach watching over him.

“Yeah... Took me some time to fall asleep, because there was so much going on inside my head, but then I drifted off. I think Roach helped.” Jaskier cast a glance at the cat that was already busy enjoying her breakfast. He wouldn't tell Geralt what kind of thoughts kept him awake. He probably assumed that it were thoughts about the case, about his father, and it was better this was.

“I'm just glad you were able to get some sleep at all. It's not easy in a new surrounding and with everything that's going on.”

“Oh don't worry.” Jaskier couldn't help but smile. “I feel very good here and in your presence.” Okay, he hadn't wanted to say the last part, but it had just come out of his mouth. No filter whatsoever.

Geralt was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered and aimed a smile at Jaskier. “I'm glad to hear that.” All of it. Because Geralt, too, felt good in Jaskier's presence. “Here, I made you some tea. Earl Grey.” He reached for the cup and held it out to Jaskier, who took it in his hands, but didn't say anything at first. Had he remembered the wrong brand of tea? Yesterday at Yennefer's place, Jaskier had that exact same tea, so he thought that it was what Jaskier usually drank instead of coffee.

“You... remembered?” Jaskier eventually said after inspecting the cup for a moment, before he sat it down next to his plate.

“I saw it yesterday and thought that you might like that in the morning. No coffee, right?” Jaskier nodded, biting his lip to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Is it alright?”

Now, Geralt was a little worried, but Jaskier quickly made all of his worries disappear and replaced it with something else, when he closed the distance between them. He put his right hand on Geralt's shoulder and leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek, but it ended up as a kiss to the corner of Geralt's mouth instead, which hadn't been planned, but still sent another wave of tingling sensations through Jaskier's whole body.

“Thank you,” he whispered, still close to Geralt before he pulled back a little. His own heart was nearly doubling over being so close to Geralt, nearly kissing him full on the mouth. He should take step back, put some distance between them, but he couldn't move. He was lost in Geralt's eyes, trying to figure out what was going on in the Detective's head right now.

“You're welcome,” Geralt eventually managed in a low voice that rumbled through his chest. He could still almost feel Jaskier's lips on him, burning into his skin in the most delicious way he could imagine. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Jaskier's hair, letting his fingers linger on the other man's cheek a little longer. “Jaskier...”

They were interrupted – or maybe saved – by the bell ringing. Geralt's words died on his lips, but for a moment, he thought about ignoring the bell, and on any other day, he probably would have done just that, but they were still in the middle of a murder investigation, and that was probably...

“Geralt, open up, I know you're home. I've got some news!” Eskel's voice could be heard through the door, followed by some not so subtle knocks.

It was Jaskier who chuckled and stepped back from Geralt. He needed a moment to collect himself, because what the fuck had just happened? Was he dreaming? Yes, he must have still been asleep.

“Sorry,” Geralt mumbled, before he left the kitchen to get the door. Eskel was grinning to himself when Geralt opened up, obviously happy with what he'd found.

“Not really nice of you to keep me waiting, you know? Especially when you were the one to ask for my help,” Eskel teased before he walked straight past Geralt and towards the kitchen, already getting his laptop out of its bag, when his eyes fell on Jaskier. “You must be Jaskier,”

“And you must be Eskel,” Jaskier replied, his cheeks still flushed from what had just happened or nearly happened? Whatever.

Eskel's eyes wandered from Jaskier to Geralt who had pretty much the same look on his face

“Am I... interrupting something?” he asked, a smug smile on his lips, because he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Geralt like this.

“No,” Geralt said, eyes darting to Jaskier, before he focused on Eskel again. “So, what have you got?”

#staffi writes #the witcher imagine #the witcher fanfic #geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier imagine #geralt of rivia #jaskier #jaskier x geralt #geralt x jaskier #the witcher au #modern au #i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky #you'll make me brave #alternate universe #modern setting

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pocketramblr · 3 years ago

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Concept: The boys have caused some chaos. Time interrogates (he calls it questioning but with that disappointed look...) them seperately to find out what happened. They all give WILDLY different accounts of events, ESPECIALLY those that involved several of them.

It was all Twilight's idea, but it wasn't his fault- he had just offered to wake the others up for the morning chores so that Time and Malon could sleep in that morning.

The others had agreed, but then Time had awoken to a scream and a crash and raced down to the kitchen to see the mess, Legend and Wars arguing in the front room while Four kept trying to mediate. Sky was on the floor by the couch and Wind was holding up his camera to take a picture while Wild threatened him with a spoon.

"What happened?" He asked, raising his voice over the chaos.

The boys all jumped, then fingers were pointed and answers tumbling over each other.

Time's frown deepened. "Where's Twilight?"

"Outside." Wind answered. "You know, chores."

"Right, that thing you all were supposed to be doing." Time resisted the urge to roll his eye- for now. "Wild, go wash that flour off of you. Sky, come here."

He led the sheepish lad to the front porch and closed the door, then crossed his arms.

"What happened?"

Sky sighed. "What happened is Twi left Wars and Legend to supervise cleaning up in here but didn't give instructions or a pecking order and they have very different ideas of clean."

It was true, Wars's training meant that to him clean was a very rigid set of order, while Legend's less minimalist philosophy required some decoration and philosophy.

"Then, I tried to get them to compromise, but neither wanted me picking sides. Four came in from cleaning the deck and washing the windows and wasn't happy they hadn't been working, and then Wind decided to take over the coop because I wasn't and we all told him no to getting in the pen the morning, but he ended up letting Beam in, so I tried to look for her but everyone else was getting in the way."

Time mentally did a headcount. "And Hyrule?"

"Oh, he wanted to help Wild in the kitchen so Wild sent him out to get berries."

With a nod and another disappointed look, Time sent Sky back in and called Wind.

The bounce in his step vanished when he caught sight of Time's look.

"What happened?" Time asked.

"Well, we split up to divide and conquer. Twi and 'Rule went to the barn, me and Sky to the coop, Wars and Wild in the kitchen, and Four and Legend cleaning. So I don't know what they did, but Sky took me to the coop and we found a little chick that was too cold and seemed sick, so we were gonna bring her inside to do a little check up. But when we got back Legend and Four were going on about whether the porch was inside or outside, and I think-"

"What."

"Well obviously it's outside, it's outside the walls!" Wind said, throwing his hands up.

"Not what I meant."

"Oh. Well, Legend was in charge of cleaning the outside and Four the inside. I don't think they were really arguing, you know, just debating, but it was getting on Wars's nerve so he got involved and then the rest of us, uh, you know did too, and then that scared the little bird so she spooked and then everyone was yelling at Sky, which wasn't fair because it's not like they-"

"Wind. Go inside."

"But-"

"Inside. And send Four out."

- - -

"Four, where's Hyrule?"

"Hopefully still asleep upstairs. When we woke up this morning he felt awful and was warm, so Twilight said he'd go get some medicine."

"You should have woken me up." Time wasn't sure if he'd be more or less disappointed if this was a lie.

"We can handle a little fever, Time. But since Twi left, Sky offered to do his part, which means someone else had to go to the coop and neither Legend or Wars wanted to and neither Wind nor I were going to take a bribe, so... Well, Legend lost the toss and had to go but got chased back in by one of the hens. Which, to be fair, I don't think Wars would have done any better."

- - -

"Wild, come here."

"Yeah?"

"What happened?"

"Don't remember, all I know is they only got louder and louder after I kicked them out of the kitchen."

- - -

"Legend."

"I went to the garden to weed and get a few things for Wild. Hyrule was raking leaves, Twilight helping Four with repairs-"

"Repairs?"

"A kicked in fence post they found when they were taking breakfast to the barn, nothing to worry about. Sky was cleaning because he bet Wars wasn't brave enough for the coop instead, so the idiot went and Wind went too to take evidence."

- - -

"Legend is a liar."

"You don't even know what he said. Report."

"Twi went to the barn. Wind wanted to go to the pen but that'd be a mess so Hyrule went instead. Sky went to the coop. Legend raked and cleaned outside while Four got Wind to help inside and run errands for Wild. But I guess a little chick escaped when Sky opened the door and ran at Legend, and instead of hiding or dodging he tried to swing the rake at it, missed, and then ran inside the house and of course it followed, so I had to go get Sky and-"

"Tell me the truth."

Wars scowled back. "I am."

"Go inside."

- - -

Wearily, Time sat on the bench on the porch and sighed.

Then he reached for the rake abandoned on the deck, and used it to tap the roof over his head a few times.

"Hyrule. Get down from there."

A sheepish face appeared upside down.

"Hi, Time, good morning?"

He just stared, and Hyrule flipped himself around to swing onto the porch.

"What happened?"

"Twi and I went to the pen, then to the barn, but there was a cow there that wasn't looking so good, injured leg he thought. So he sent me back to get the medicine kit."

"And you were on the roof because?"

"Heard the shouting before I got there, something about Wild letting in a hen when he went out tell quick to grab more eggs for a recipe. I figured it would be easier to stealth it, sneak through a window to get the stuff and not get dragged into all of that. But then you came down, and uh, how did you know I was up there?"

Time didn't bother answering that.

"You have the supplies still?"

Hyrule nodded, holding up the kit.

"Great. Follow me."

Time dragged the kid to the barn and was too busy trying to unraveling the highly contradictory stories to wonder why the door was closed if Twilight was inside.

Instead he opened the door to a chorus of "surprise!"

Malon, Talon, Zelda, all of the boys and a few of his other friends stood there around a sign, cake, and presents.

"Happy Birthday!"

Time almost dropped the kit.

"What?"

"I knew your internal clock wouldn't be able to let you sleep in, so I told the boys to distract you long enough to set up." Malon smiled. "Since this is the one day a year you never remember."

Time laughed, and embraced her.

"Sure, but I learned too never trust the word of anyone under 27."

"Who cares, open my present first!" Wind demanded, to the laughter of the others.

#you probably meant like roshamon style but eh closest i could do #cute idea #anon #pocket talks to people

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How To Woo Your Scientist In 100 Cookies or Less

Rodney has a secret admirer. Prompt fic. See end of fic for prompt. ~1800 words.

The first time it appears is the morning after the ridiculous mission to M5-X847 (more accurately described as ‘Planet of the Bat-Shit Crazy Natives and Their Ridiculous Trading Ceremonies’ in the privacy of Rodney’s own mind and in the not-so-nearly private mess hall whenever anyone else brings it up). It’s left sitting on his desk by his absolute favorite computer on a folded up napkin from the mess hall, taunting him.

He’s still staring at it as if it holds the secrets to recharging a ZPM, the cure for male pattern baldness and the name of the man Carly Simon wrote a song about when John ambles in for his obligatory weekly hour of light switch duty.

“Ooh, cookie,” he says. Rodney smacks his hand away with a squawk of indignation.

“Mine!”

“Well, are you gonna eat it or just stare at it?”

Rodney settles for the latter while John unfairly makes Atlantis and all of her Ancient Tech roll over for him like the complete slut she is. Besides, he argues silently, it wouldn’t be the first time someone’s tried to kill him with baked goods. It’s always better to be safe than sorry.

Fifty nine minutes and fifty eight seconds later, John plucks the cookie off of the napkin and pops it into his mouth, crunching loudly and spewing crumbs everywhere.

“What did you do that for?” Rodney bellows.

“Just makin’ sure it was safe and citrus free,” John says with a toothy grin. “Next time, you’ll know. Cya later buddy,” he says and ambles back out of the room without a care in the world.

“Next time? How do you know there will be a next time?” Rodney yells after him. “How do you know?”

—-

There is, oddly enough, a ‘next time’. The next morning when Rodney stumbles into his lab, bleary eyed after a late night watching terrible movies and eating horrifyingly greasy food (thank you, Daedalus) with John, there’s another cookie sitting innocently on his desk, silently begging to be eaten. He’s still worried about the possibility of an assassination attempt but he rationalizes that no one is really going to use precious chocolate chips just to murder him so he lifts it up, sniffs it and then shoves it greedily into his mouth.

Less than hour later, he’s still alive and wishing he had another.

—-

By the fifth cookie, Rodney stops checking for the possibility of citrus-laced baked goods. Clearly, someone finally appreciates his genius and has decided the best way to thank him is to ply him with delicious sweet treats.

For once, Rodney doesn’t complain.

——

“Another one?” John asks, eying the 30th cookie longingly. “How many is that now?”

“I don’t know. I’ve lost count,” Rodney lies.

John just snorts in response.

——

“This is getting out of hand,” Kavanagh gripes. “How come we’re not allowed to eat around the computers, but he never says anything about that damn cookie appearing every morning? Why doesn’t Sh—”

Radek steps on Kavanagh’s foot and Miko’s elbow catches him in the side. Kavanagh squeaks and then miraculously falls silent.

Rodney eyes his scientists suspiciously “Why doesn’t who do what?”

“Nothing,” Radek says. “Is nothing but idiotic mumblings of a jealous man.”

“Jealous. Yeah, right,” Kavanagh snorts under his breath.

Rodney is still not convinced and he spends the rest of the day trying to bully Kavanagh into telling him exactly what’s going on.

Kavanagh is gleeful at the idea of knowing something that Rodney doesn’t.

—

“Hey Rodney?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you ever wonder who’s sending you cookies?”

Rodney eats the last bite of his cookie and glances over at John. “Not really, no. Don’t really care either, as long as they keep coming.”

“Oh.”

John goes back to touching uncatalogued Ancient tech while Rodney practically has oral sex with the left-over chocolate on his fingers. Rodney’s so caught up in his little delicious world that he doesn’t even notice when the device starts glowing in an ominous way.

“Uh… Rodney.”

Three seconds later, John’s unconscious on the floor and Rodney’s yelling into his headset for a medical team.

——

The next day, there is no cookie.

——

By the third cookieless day, Rodney decides that maybe Atlantis was the secret Cookie Fairy, because whoever it was is clearly pissed off that he almost killed John.

——

“I brought you something,” Rodney announces as soon as he palms the door to John’s room open. It’s the only room, other than his own that he’s ever been able to get into without resorting to screwing around with the crystals. He’s never questioned it, but now he’s grateful that John never had the urge to lock him out.

“Been stockpiling the goods from your Cookie Fairy?” John asks grumpily. Rodney cuts him slack because he knows he still has a killer headache from that damn piece of Ancient Tech.

“No,” Rodney says. “I uh, actually made these for you, and by ‘made these for you’, I really mean I bribed the kitchen staff with an extra ten minutes of hot water in the mornings but um, yeah. I got them. For you.”

John gives him an odd look and Rodney wonders if maybe there’s brain damage that Keller missed on the scans. Wouldn’t be the first time, he thinks bitterly.

“It’s just… you seemed to always be hanging around when I had my cookie and I uh… know that I wasn’t exactly willing to share with you even though I know chocolate chip is your favorite. But that’s not the point. The point… the point is… I screwed up that day. I should have been paying more attention to what you were doing and I wasn’t and I’m sorry and, and, and will you just say something and stop looking at me like that?”

John gives him a slight smile. “Thanks Rodney. You wanna watch a movie?”

For the first time since the cookies stopped coming, Rodney feels like he can breathe again.

——

The next morning, there’s still no cookie, though Rodney really didn’t expect there to be. He doesn’t even really care, because while he acquired the cookies for John the previous evening, he’s the one who ate almost the whole damn plate and if he never sees another chocolate chip cookie again, it’ll be too damn soon.

He has a lot of catching up to do because ever since John got hurt on his watch, he hasn’t exactly been able to concentrate on his work and damn if it hasn’t piled up already.

He powers up his computer and scowls at the stack of papers littering his workspace. Grabbing a handful, he flips through them and then discards them like the complete and utter trash they are. Kavanagh never could finish up the simplest of equations.

He’s just about to log in to the network with the corner of a piece of paper sticking from under his keyboard catches his eye. He frowns and pulls it out. The handwriting is vaguely familiar.

Meet me at the East Pier. 1800 hours. -Cookie Fairy

Rodney doesn’t know whether to be flattered or frightened. He just hopes that whoever the Cookie Fairy is, they’ve forgiven him as easily as John has.

——

The doors to the East Pier slide open with ease and Rodney can’t stop the nervous flutter in the pit of his stomach. The sun is already beginning to set in the Lantean sky, casting a gentle glow over the calm water. Leaning against the railing, there’s a familiar set of slouched shoulders and a crop of dark, messy hair.

“John?”

He turns and gives Rodney a nervous grin. “Hey buddy.”

“I don’t… I don’t understand. What are you… what are you doing here?”

He holds out the plate of chocolate chip cookies. “Uh… surprise?”

For once, the great Rodney McKay is completely speechless.

John clears his throat and shifts nervously from one foot to the next. He sets the plate of cookies down on the railing and rubs at the back of his reddening neck. “So I guess you… Uh, I guess this really isn’t what you were expecting.”

“No,” Rodney says dumbly, because he really wasn’t. Miko? Sure. Simpson? Maybe. But John Sheppard? John fucking Sheppard? Not in a million years. “Why?”

”M5-X847."

“The marriage ceremony? The one where they made you put stupid flowers in your hair and, and, and…”

“That’s the one.”

“But why?” Rodney asks, because he needs to know.

“Because I wanted it to be real,” John blurts out. His ears are absolutely flaming at this point and Rodney’s sure they’re going to spontaneously combust if they get any brighter. “I needed… I needed you to know and I didn’t know how to tell you so I…”

“You baked. For me.”

“Every day.”

“Until you got hurt.”

“Well, yeah. It was kind of difficult when standing long enough to get to the bathroom was a chore. I was… I wanted to tell you that day, but you didn’t… you said you didn’t want to know.”

“I was afraid it was Kavanagh or some other equally terrible person!”

“Why would Kavanagh bake you cookies?”

“I don’t know! If could have been part of some nefarious plan to clog my arteries and send me to an early grave via horrendous heart blockage!”

John just stares at him. “Seriously?”

“Hey, it could happen.”

“Rodney, shut up,” John says and then he’s suddenly there, his lips pressed to Rodney’s.

It’s wonderful and terrifying and so right.

Rodney makes a little noise of surprise against John before he relaxes into his the kiss, reaching up tentatively to card his fingers through his silly hair.

When they break apart, they’re both panting.

“Was that… was that okay?”

“I don’t know,” Rodney says. “I think… purely for research purposes, you understand, I’m going to need you to kiss me again.”

“No problem,” John says and he leans in to kiss Rodney again.

——

By the time they’ve finished kissing, they’re both shivering in the chilly night air. John’s hair is messier than usual and Rodney’s lips are red and swollen.

“Seriously though,” Rodney says, burrowing closer to John’s side as John drops an arm around his shoulders. “Cookies? Really?”

“I figured that at least when it came to you, the old saying was true. The way to your heart is definitely through your stomach.”

“So you thought you could woo me with cookies?”

“It worked though,” John says triumphantly.

Rodney grins. It worked.

“Hey, next time, you think you could do peanut butter?”

“Shut up, Rodney,” John says fondly

“Why don’t you make me?”

“My pleasure.”

Prompt

:One day you come into work and find a cookie mysteriously placed on your desk. Grateful to whoever left this anonymous cookie, you eat it. The next morning you come in and find another cookie. This continues for months until one day a different object is left--and this time there's a note.

#mcshep #john sheppard #rodney mckay #sga #fandom: sga #stargate atlantis #ficlet #prompt fic #reposted from my old LJ as this is the only fic I've written in the past that didn't give me major second hand embarrassment.

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