#black and red gifs my beloved <3

[thechaoticdruid]

I know we love to dress Astarion up in red and black cause it's so vampire core and he looks damn good in it, but have any of you thought about purple? I mean his default armor is purple. Purple is the color of nobility, it's expensive, it's vibrant, it's fancy.

Dress this man up in purple!

[sillysweetstimboards]

Alice (SMT/Persona) stimboard!

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[kakusu-shipping]

💕Happy Birthday Emile!!!!!!💕 I hope you have such a good day today!!!!!!!!!!! sending you many many bday hugs 🤗🤗🤗🤗

I had an AMAZING birthday I ran around playing Pokemon Go basically all day!! I'm soooo tired but it was great!!!! I hatched a shiny Deino named Birthday Cake!!

Thanks for all the Birthday hugs!!!!! (p≧w≦q)

[bobluvbot]

late night cravings

pairing: sirius black x afab!reader summary: you sneak off the night for a cheeky midnight snack, hoping sirius won’t notice (spoiler alert: he does, and he’s sulky about it)  wc: 4k cw: pregnancy & baby talk, descriptions of food and eating, brief allusions to sex (not directly stated), no physical traits of reader specified but sirius can hold things out of reader’s reach  a/n: so i had a lengthy angst fic for sirius’s debut on my blog and im halfway done on it but i cant seem to finish it bc it sends me to a depressing spiral each time <33333 so pls enjoy a very self-indulgent domestic excessively fluffy blurb with my beloved <33333 p.s this is not proofread so plz ignore mistakes ty <3

opening the tomato salsa jar turned out to be the hardest part. 

back in bed, you thought the trickiest part of your late night escapade from sirius black was his long limbs wound up tight with yours, even in low light of the small nightlight in the corner, you could still make out the intricate script and designs following the curves and dips of his strong arms, holding you close to his chest. 

you had it committed to memory by now, having explored sirius’s body well enough to memorize the way his skin feels against yours, with heartbeats and breaths falling in sync without much effort. 

judging by the way his breathing gets heavy after every exhale and the little snores that escape in between, you knew he was beyond knackered. it was day five of sirius’s new job as an deputy director at the auror office. the day he learned about the promotion was pure unadulterated happiness. after letting you know through an express owl, you mustered up enough vigor available to your seven months pregnant self to get out of the house and go to the local shops to get party supplies and food to celebrate sirius’s achievement. 

Coming in third out of the list of things he genuinely loved in this life, after you and his luscious locks of course, was his job as an auror. young sirius had never thought in his wildest dreams that he’d work at the ministry, much less actually enjoy it. can’t really blame sixteen year old sirius, starting an underground rock band with the marauders seemed like the perfect thing to do after gruelling hours of studying at hogwarts. 

defense against the dark arts came to him naturally, with some counterspells like second nature to him as being exposed with use of dark magic young gave him no choice but to grow up quickly and defend himself from the excruciating pain or the mind control that was from his own family’s doing. Winning the first wizarding war alongside his friends and found family has solidified sirius’s calling in eradicating the use of dark magic and making sure the next generation can have a safe and normal life without the looming threat of a megalomaniac sorting people with their blood status and taking over the wizarding world. 

that night, sirius walked into a dark and eerily quiet home that had his senses on overdrive. but when the lights turned on and he saw familiar faces of his loved ones all beaming with pride, and there you were in the center, looking ethereal and round and all his, with his favorite red velvet cake on hand and a ridiculously big balloon that says “congratulations” tied to the candle, he could have melted in a syrupy mess of gooey happiness right then and there if he hadn’t caught himself together last minute.

Sirius had thought– that after you agreeing to go on one date with him to hogsmeade, winning the quidditch cup and seeing the proud look on minerva’s face, going home for christmas break and euphemia welcoming him with a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug, remus teaching at the very same classroom you all were in years back, james and lily’s first kiss at the altar, holding little baby harry in his arms, you walking down the aisle with a bouquet of peonies in the most beautiful dress, and when you held his hand that one night and told him that you were expecting—- that he knew of love. but you do something extraordinary that has him scrambling to add to the endless list of why you’re the love of his life. he was so focused on you that he wasn’t prepared to catch pure muscle of james’s body as he flung himself to tackle his best friend in a hug. luckily, remus with a party hat was aptly standing between a toppling sirius and the living room wall, and he singlehandedly saved the two from creating a huge hole in the drywall. 

this was the life, sirius had thought after many hours of partying celebrating and eating, when he laid beside you in bed, limbs tangled, sated and dizzy and warm as you both came down from your highs. and he gets to spend it with you.

but as fun and exciting sirius’s new job is, it entailed an increased amount of responsibility as he was assisting the head auror. his least favorite part of the job was the boatloads of paperwork he has to deal with. An express owl almost dropped a howler letter into the soup you were making for dinner earlier that day and you opened it up panicking thinking it was an emergency. But no, it was just sirius whining that his hand hurt and is about to fall off and that he needs you to kiss it better. 

You did eventually, and one thing led to another and here you were, tucked in your husband’s warm embrace. you could stay here forever, only separating to drink water and bathroom trips, but the gnawing urge to eat something savory, sweet, tangy, and crunchy has possessed your entire being, the only way to quell it was to get up and go to the kitchen. the baby doesn’t seem to have a semblance of time yet, a fact you both envied and despised, because the clock on your nightstand said it was 3:48am in bold red numbers. A few months ago, you’d never be caught dead awake at this time, taking your precious sleep time seriously. The man himself would poke fun at you and say you’d gladly sleep through an earthquake or a housefire just as long as you get your seven to eight hours of sleep per day, and despite of your assumed role of contradicting and arguing with spontaneous and stubborn sirius, you had to agree.

But this was not about you anymore, or at least not quite yet for a good seventeen years, so you untangle yourself from sirius and your perfectly warm and cool side of the bed and waddle down the carpeted stairs, careful not to set foot on the creaky step that might risk waking sirius up. You need your secrets too, and you’re not in the mood to share food.

Grateful for the heavens that you and sirius stocked up on groceries two days ago, you had a wide selection of random items to munch on. A few days ago, you were introduced to the idea of a fluffernutter sandwich while scrolling through the short videos on your feed. Peanut butter and marshmallow fluff as spreads on their own was something you didn’t mind eating, but both together in a sandwich? You were enthralled, and the only way to quell the curiosity was to make it. So you did. 

You shovel and slather more than enough spread on each slice of bread, though you might have used the same spoon on both jars.. but who’s to tell you off otherwise, your snoozing husband upstairs? pfft. 

Smiling happily as if committing a particularly naughty crime, you place the spoon in your mouth, licking off the gooey mixture as you place the sandwich on a piece of paper towel (yes, you take the no dishwashing tonight seriously) on the table. humming, you mull over what to prepare next.

The baby needs something savory and tangy, but you’re not particularly keen on going through all the effort of heating up the soup from dinner, not to mention the amount of cutlery and dishes you’ll use for that, so you zero in on the tostada shells you chose rather than tortilla chips because its much more crispier. 

Opening the fridge, you see the laughing cow on a round packaging and decide its the one, so you grab two cheese wedges from it. 

Sirius had argued that the next aisle had actual, real blocks of cheese with a variety on display and that there was no point in getting artificially flavored ones. But you’ve gotten really good at giving him the stank face, which inadvertently ends 75 percent of nonsense bickering before it even starts; and since you’ve started showing more and more, sirius has admittedly gone softer on you, not that he was ever more but a pushover your entire relationship. Merely widening of eyes and a jut of your lower lip, even adding a slight tremble or two during times where you did actually fuck up, sirius can’t hold his stance longer than a minute before sighing and taking you in his arms. he might call you out for being a brat at times, but there’s no denying he loves it. And so the artificial wheel of cheese wedges got purchased and bagged home, and you’re meticulously spreading it over the golden shells, leaving little to no gaps of it bare. 

Laying it on another paper towel, your heart gets giddy on your chest knowing you’re in for a treat tonight. But not quite time to start munching, the baby reminds you that you still need something tangy to complete the meal. So comes your big predicament, should you get dill pickles or tomato salsa? 

It took you ten seconds too long of weighing down the pros-and-cons of choosing one and feeling like you made the wrong choice if you end up not liking it. It doesn’t help that the pregnancy hormones make you more anxious and tend to put you always on the verge of tears. So when the not-so-groundbreaking idea of just eating them both hits you, you feel the weight slide off your shoulders as you sigh. Because again, who’s gonna tell you that eating pickles this late at night can give you bad acid reflux, your snoozing husband? Pfft.

Snacking on some, you do manage to pick out the juiciest looking pickle chips and lay them atop of your tostadas. You and the little one are beyond excited to dive in. It’s looking like a mini upside-down pizza with the cheese spread first then the pickle as toppings. Only thing left now was the the tomato salsa slathered on top to seal the deal. 

Opening tight lids wasn’t an issue for you before, in fact, you took pride when friends hand you a jar or bottle to open because you could do it in a breeze. Chances were, the lid wasn’t even screwed on that tight, you were just built different, you’d say with a shrug once you give the items back. So when the tomato jar doesn’t budge after two attempts, you get puzzled.

Maybe your hands were slippery? You wipe them down with a tea towel and try again. No.

You weren’t holding it tight enough? Fingers held taut against the lid, you try three times. Still no.

Determined, you try different positions before letting the jar go, shooting it glares as if it’d get intimidated and just open up for you. You were also getting lightheaded, and passing out on the kitchen floor due to excessive stimulation of your vagal reflex because you were too stubborn to use magic or wake your husband up to open it for you doesn’t seem like the best way to spend the early Tuesday morning hours.

Magic was even out of the option (well, in your brain it was), because your wand’s tucked beside sirius’s on your nightstand, and frankly, you don’t have the patience to drag yourself upstairs just to flick a utility spell to open the wretched thing. So you do the next best option: lose hope. 

The disappointment was mutual between you and your baby. And the acid reflux did start to kick in, making your stomach grumble in both hunger and pain. This was all going so well until it isn’t, tears began to make its way up to your eyes.

“See, this is what you get for being greedy and eating all snacks by yourself,” sirius huffs behind you, deep voice still raspy with sleep. You didn’t even hear him getting out of bed and coming down the stairs, that’s how preoccupied you were with opening the jar.

He grabs the container away from you to open it, but not without throwing a scowl at your direction, handsome face contorted with furrowed eyebrows and downturned mouth, enough to express that he felt betrayed by this whole ordeal. If you were in a better mood, you’d poke his sides and tackle him playfully, teasing him for being sulky. But for now, you need the jar opened so you could eat in peace. You’ll deal with the sharing food issue later.

“t wasn’t supposed to take long,” you mumble, caught off guard and refusing to make eye contact, pretending the fridge magnets beside sirius’s head is ten times more interesting than his face. You don’t miss his raised eyebrow and snort at your response. 

The second attempt comes and he opens it with a satisfying pop. your mouth falls agape, eyeing the *now accessible* tomato salsa dip in disbelief. What the hell? 

And you couldn’t even take the smug grin spreading across sirius’s face by the millisecond. Refuse to. You try to snatch the open container away from him but he holds it higher and out of reach, making a show of puffing his chest, flexing his biceps, even giving it a kiss. This is all James’s doing, you need to have a talk with Lily soon about keeping these two separated.

“Sirius!” you try to plead your way out. the trademark innocent, pouty expression settles on your face like a second mask, hoping he’d go down this easy. 

It doesn’t work. He just chuckles, mocking your pleas and face while his free hand sneaks up and pinches your unsuspecting cheek to tease you further.

You yelp in mock outrage and swat his hand away, trying your best to keep your displeasure firm on your face, but you feel the giggles coming up. “This is why I sneak out alone to eat, you’re such a bully,” you huff, but take a seat in front of your makeshift spread. 

Sirius places the jar near you, but not without poking your exposed sides, armed with the knowledge that the easiest way to get you laughing (and eventually conceding in an argument) is knowing where your tickle zones are. “Oh yeah,” he drawls, plopping himself beside you. “That’s also why you’re the only one waking up with an upset stomach, stinking up our bathroom so early in the morning.”

Now this one got you appalled, embarrassed, disturbed, basically hit with all the feelings. You’ve been living together long before you got married, and he never brought up this issue until today. “That’s it. I’m leaving.” He makes a move to snatch the sandwich away but the embarrassment on your cheeks made you more agile, swatting his hand away and shielding the sandwich with your hands. “After I finish my meal,” you continue, shooting him a glare.

But see, one of the things that drove you nuts even way back at Hogwarts, was how Sirius Black mostly managed to outsmart you or be one step ahead of you in everything. After you turned him down without much thought whatsoever despite his grand declaration of interest, Sirius took it upon himself to show you (1) that you made a mistake for rejecting him, (2) that his ego won’t let you embarrass him like that again, (3) and that you won’t get rid of him that easily. Once he set his eyes on you, you were face to face with him in everything: grades, OWLs/NEWTs scores, Quidditch plays and bets, wins at the duelling club, even with the fucking gobstones tournament. He never let you catch a break.

Things were surely different now, since you vowed to be with him in sickness and health and untill death parts you both– hell, you’re carrying his child. So you figured maybe, maybe, he’ll let you catch a break this time. Let you eat in peace as you mull over his bathroom comment and how you’re going to get him back. 

But again, no. Unlike you, Sirius remembered to grab his wand from the nightstand. Not even batting an eye, he says nonchalantly, “Accio sandwich.” And the fluffernutter you protected with all your physical might managed to escape your watch, and land gracefully on his waiting palm. 

What irritated you more from this whole ordeal? The prodigal auror that climbed his way up the ranks and became the youngest deputy director, fully capable of complex spells and wielding different kinds of magic, felt the need to do a verbal Accio spell just to make a point to you.

Out of words, you just stare at him blankly. Too stunned to even cry in frustration because you knew you made a conscious, willing choice to be with this man. 

Maybe your best guilt-tripping expression comes best when you’re not trying. Color drains from his face when you remained silent and he scrambles to take a bite off the sandwich before handing it back to you, or rather placing it on your limp hand as you refuse to acknowledge it, still too hurt to budge. “‘m sorry, baby. Just wanted to eat with you since we didn’t get to earlier.”

He did arrive later than usual, deciding to finish the stack of case files and paperwork so he won’t have to sift through them again the next day. There were plans to wait for him before eating, but when the jitteriness and slightly nausea started to kick in, you had no choice in the matter. Sirius had been sulky and clingy the moment he got home, and as compromise, you stayed to watch him eat; listening and reacting animatedly as he ranted about his stressful day.

So you cut him off some slack, also exhausted from all the emotional stimulation sirius brought since he woke up. As a silent peace offering (also because you’re not ready to say sorry to his face), you slide the tostadas within his reach and finally take your bite of the goddamn sandwich. It was good, tasted as expected, sweet peanut butter. You’d probably have it again as a drunk at 3am meal.

Sirius also went and got snacks of his own: microwaved popcorn, pickles, toasted bread slathered with butter, and grapes. Together, you munched on the little spread of random food you could find in your kitchen at 4am in comfortable silence, which is surprising after the earlier bickering. No matter how cheesy it sounded in your head, sirius was the only person that can drive you to the brink of insanity and right back. You were in for a hell of a ride for the foreseeable future; and while there’s a lot of uncertainty right now and changes to be made when the little one gets here, you’re beyond happy that you get to do all this with him. 

Sleep was beginning to creep up on you. Of course he notices this right when you do, so a warm arm wrapped across your back urges you to settle on his lap, bodies melding into the familiar crevices like puzzle pieces, though you both had to adjust certain angles to accommodate your growing belly. You sit like this for a while; your head tucked securely in the crook of his neck, steady breaths lulling you to sleep, while sirius’s hands instinctively finds its way under your sleep shirt and on the natural curve of your belly, lithe fingers stroking and drawing soothing circles anywhere he could reach. 

you wish you could stay like this forever– cozy and soft and safe– but alas, you were carrying sirius black’s offspring. the baby decides to reward you with a round of kicks, probably giddy after feeling their father’s touch. Sirius chuckles and coos at your bump, while a muffled groan leaves your lips from the sudden onslaught of movement, but still refusing to move from this comfortable position.

Smooth cold lips touch the side of your forehead and you relish in the feeling. “Does it ever hurt, love? All that kicking and wiggling?” 

“Not really,” a content sigh leaves your lips. “Feels strange at times, seeing your belly move on its own.” 

To prove your point, two tiny bulges make a split second appearance just above where Sirius’s hand lay. His thumb soothes the area lovingly.

“Definitely getting stronger though; Lily told me during the later months, harry for some reason loved to kick downwards, making bathroom trips more frequent than it already is. Not excited for that.”

He presses kisses on your forehead, temple, hairline, anywhere he could reach without moving too much. “Things that you do and endure for this ‘lil troublemaker,” sirius murmurs. He doesn’t need to say it out loud, you could feel his body reverberating with awe and fondness. You try to bask in it for as long as you could, but a passing thought makes its presence known to you again.

“Do i really make the bathroom stink?” it comes out whinier than you intended it to be but you just had to know for peace of mind. 

Sirius’s whole frame vibrates as he tries to stifle his laughter, taking you with him. He’s laughing at your expense but you feel your own giggles brewing in your belly. You try to hold it in for longer, preserving some self respect. “A little bit,” he says solemnly. You groan, earlier mortified feeling returning in full swing. It triggers another round of chuckles.

“But dove, it’s nothing that my deep love and adoration for my lovely strong hot and sexy wife can’t handle.” He says assuredly, and you curse yourself for being so down bad for this man as blood rushes to your cheeks from his words. Good thing it’s dim and your face is still tucked in the crook of his neck. 

You do pinch his arm in response, and both your laughters compliment the comfortable silence. 

“Although,” he says after a while. “The betrayal of you eating without me still hurts.” 

“Siri.. i’m sorry,” you mumble. “‘y looked so tired, Didn’t wanna wake you up.”

He tuts and doesn’t say much after that. In sirius dictionary, this means he just wants some affection from you— for you to dote on him and coax out his forgiveness, even if you both know he’s not really mad; judging by his arms still wrapped securely around your frame and steady breaths that tickle and fan on your bare skin. 

So you mimic his actions from earlier, planting tiny kisses on his neck, collarbones, jawline, anywhere your lips could reach. Kissing his cheek seem to do the trick, his fake scowl quickly coming undone as a bashful smile breaks through the frown, and his tiny dimple you love so much making an appearance. The muggle maternity books did say dimples are genetic, so an image of a little Sirius running around and smiling up at you with those dimpled cheeks is a warming thought. 

“I am charming all the lids to be stuck at night as soon as i wake up tomorrow for work.” You poke a sensitive spot on his side, making him jolt, but you couldn’t resist laughter as it bubbles out of the surface. “You’re insufferable, I can’t believe I married a psychopath.”

“And you let him knock you up too. I’d say it takes one to know one, hm?” 

[kitten4sannie]

ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱ4ʏᴏᴜ.ᴄᴏᴍ

ᴘᴇᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ/ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ➠ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ

pairing: camboy! yunho x fangirl! reader (fem)

genre: camming au, fluff (lowkeyy), humor, smut

summary: dedicating your hard earned money and free time to your favorite camboy goodboy_99 comes with a lot of perks.

w.c: 3.9k

warnings: switch! yunho, switch sub leaning! reader, there’s some sub 4 sub vibes in this, monster cock yunho, yunnie’s got piercings, exhibitionism/voyeurism, masturbation, edging, use of a cock ring/golden retriever butt plug >:3), teasing, pet names (baby, kitty, kitten, etc), reader calls yunho puppy/pup and he loves that shit, dirty talk, lots of praise, some degradation, kissing, toy usage, nipple play (f/m), squirting, breeding kink, rough unprotected sex, cumming in mouth, snowballing, these losers lowkey fall in love <3

a/n: shoutout to felix @yourfatherlucifer for allowing me to build on your camboy yunho fic idea :3 you're such a genius for that concept <3 so yeah there’s not enough whimpering baby boys with monster cocks in fics i swearrr (if you know of any pls send them my way ><) so i decided to offer my contribution,, more like cumtribution am i right?? *crickets* anygays i had way too much fun with this one skjdhf you'll see what i mean >3< i hope you enjoy ~~

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ᴘʀᴇᴠ | ꜰꜰꜰ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴇxᴛ

You've never missed a single stream from your favorite camboy goodboy_99, always willing to pull up his stream after a long day at work no matter how tired you were, never opposed to cranking one out in his honor. You sent him a countless amount of coins throughout your obsession, picking out new options from his personal menu, never tired of seeing him act them out with a cute little smirk on his face and your username gracing his pretty pierced lips. 

At first, you were a silent viewer, just concerned with getting yourself off, but then somewhere along the line, you began to leave lots of comments in the live chat, though they were more akin to sexts, and for some odd reason, Yunho paid more attention to yours, instead of the numerous other ones. Maybe it was because you were his number one fan, or perhaps, just perhaps, it was because he was into you too, but you assumed that was just your delulu mind at play. 

Regardless, here you were, sitting with your legs spread in your computer chair, a vibrator on your clit, and your eyes glued on the bright screen that was showcasing your beloved camboy in a similar position: his thighs spread open in his gaming chair, his pretty flushed face contorted in pleasure, fucking himself dumb with a purple pocket pussy, the base of his thick cock constricted with an even thicker cock ring. 

“Aaah, haaah…W-who made me put on this cock ring, huh? It won’t let me cum, guys, c’monnn, lemme cum,” Yunho whined out, a few beads of sweat dripping past his dyed black and red bangs down to the leather dog collar around his neck, giving his webcam a small pout, begging his viewers with his big brown eyes. 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴡʜɪɴʏ ᴏᴍɢ

➵ ʜɪᴍʙᴏ4ʏᴏᴜ: ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ. ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ

You brought one hand to your keyboard, pressing the rounded side of the large vibrator directly into your clit with the other, making you shudder and jolt, your fingers rapidly pressing into the keys. You’ve been in this exact position so many times before, you knew you couldn’t possibly cum until you saw Yunho fall apart in front of your straining eyes. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴡɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋ3 ᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʀɪɴɢ ᴏꜰꜰ ɴ0ᴡ ʙᴀʙʏ ʙᴏʏ?

Yunho giggled softly at your typos, running a hand through his sweaty hair, causing it to fall back down onto his forehead, spreading his thighs just a little wider. “Yes, fuck, I’m going to cum all over myself for you, baby.” He pressed his fingers into his aching balls, feeling how sensitive they were, before he slowly slid the cock ring up and off of his leaking cock. “I’ve been edging myself for so longgg, god, it's gonna feel so good.”

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʟᴜᴠʀ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ'ꜱ ꜱᴏ ʀᴇᴅ ʀɴ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴄᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴜᴍꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴜꜱ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ,, ʜᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟᴍᴀɴ ᴄʀʏʙᴀʙʏ

Yunho arched his back off of the chair, holding the vibrator near the base of his cock, the vibrations sending endless waves of arousal through his jolting body, the silver chain links hanging from his collar rattling against his drool-stained chest, soft, staccato moans echoing from his drooling mouth, on the edge of ecstasy, but not quite getting there. “Fuck, m’ so close, so close, so close…”

About to catapult into ecstasy yourself, you found it in you to help Yunho reach his much-needed orgasm, rapidly clicking a few options on the webpage. It was the least you could do after watching him edge himself in various ways for your own entertainment. 

Yunho heard a familiar jingling tone emanate from his computer’s speakers, preventing his eyes from fully rolling back into his skull, instead bringing his attention to his bright monitor, his cock beginning to pulse, a few more beads of pre-cum spilling down the shiny, bright red tip. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ʜᴀꜱ ꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ¹⁰⁰⁰ ᴄᴏɪɴꜱ

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴘʟꜱ ᴄᴜᴍ 4 ᴍ3 ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

Yunho received a hefty dono from his favorite viewer, got a cute request from them, and got called puppy all at the same time? It was simply too much for a baby boy like him to handle, especially after being teased and edged by his dear audience for so long. “Cumminggg, oh my god, m’ cumming so hard,” Yunho moaned out, dropping the vibrator from his cock, just letting it hang at his side, his thighs jolting each time his veiny cock twitched up into his heaving abdomen. “F-uuuck…” Long spurts of milky liquid splattered onto his straining abs, some shooting across one of his pierced nipples, some of it even gracing his pretty, glistening parted lips. Yunho didn’t even realize he managed to cum inside his own mouth until he tasted the bitterness on his tongue when he swallowed his drool down. “Holy fuck, you guys, I just swallowed my own cum…I should’ve just aimed for my mouth the whole time…Mm, remind me next stream.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ’ᴍ ɪɴꜱᴀɴᴇ

➵ ꜰᴀɴʙᴏʏ4ᴛᴇᴇᴢ: ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜɪᴍ ᴘɪᴄᴀꜱꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴋᴋᴋᴋ

The visual and physical stimulation you were providing yourself proved to be almost lethal, dropping your now silent vibrator onto the carpet below, hunched over in your chair, resting the side of your sweaty cheek on your cat paw mouse pad, your twitching, tingling fingers gently pressing into your keyboard. “He looks so pretty…” you whispered to yourself, hearts forming inside your glistening eyes.

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ʟᴜᴠ ᴡᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴜ ᴄᴠᴍ ʏᴜɴɴɪ3 ,, ᴜʀ ꜱ0 ᴄᴜᴛᴇᴇᴇᴇ

Yunho slid his long, slender fingers through the puddles of cum splayed across his chest, bringing them up to his lips, sucking it off of them, his hooded eyes accompanying his curled lips, looking like a mischievous puppy. “If you love seeing me cum so much, Kitty, then you should see it in real life, doncha’ think?”

“Huh?” you reacted, suddenly sitting up straight, your eyes and mouth wide open, wondering if you had nutted so hard, you were having auditory hallucinations. 

While licking the remaining saltiness from his lips, Yunho’s smirk grew wider. “You heard me. Since you’re my biggest supporter, I thought I’d fly you out to join me in a stream. Whaddaya think?” He just sat there, looking smug as hell, confident in himself and his decisions, his heart pounding away inside his chest. 

As you sat there in disbelief, factory resetting in silence, Yunho turned his attention to the rapidly moving live chat, giggling a bit. “That's a pretty hot idea, huh, guys? Wanna watch us fuck each other stupid?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏʙᴏʏꜱʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅᴍʏʟɪꜰᴇ: ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡɪʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴋɪᴛᴛʏ ɪ'ʟʟ ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜɢ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʀ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ

The rest of the chat had an overwhelmingly positive response, further egging on Yunho’s insane idea and your urge to pack up your bags right then and there. You still weren’t sure if you had fallen into a coma or if this was your reality, but regardless, you hit enter on your poor keyboard. 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ᴜ ʙᴛʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ 

➵ ᴜʀꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇᴋɪᴛᴛʏ: ɪᴍ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ 4 ᴜ ♡

You landed a critical hit on Yunho’s heart when your highlighted comments popped up on his screen, causing him to cover his face and spin around in his chair, tiny giggles escaping his throat. He peeked at his webcam through his fingers, whining, “Hurry up, Kitty, I'm waiting!”

࿏࿏࿏

Taking a flight over to him wasn’t too difficult, but what was incredibly difficult was standing with your luggage outside of Yunho’s apartment in an outfit you took hours deliberating over, left to your own devices, which meant that your brain would go over all the reasons why he would send you home as soon as he opened the door. 

Before you could get even more sweaty just from standing there, the door swung open. Yunho’s face suddenly froze, his eyes growing wide, resembling marbles and beginning to sparkle. He just stood there staring at you, taking in all of you, wanting to etch it into his memory. 

“H-hi, Yunnie, I’m Kitty, well, Y/N, heh,” you squeaked out, dropping your bag on the ground to give him a shy wave, your lips quirking up into a nervous smile. “Y-you look even cuter in person.” 

“You’re the cute one here, silly.” Yunho giggled softly, immediately stepping past his doorframe to pull you into a hug, burying you in his oversized dual-colored sweater. “I’m so happy I can finally meet you, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear, rubbing your lower back with his large hand. “We’re gonna have so much fun together…” 

Once he pulled away, you almost melted into the floor, your knees feeling a bit weak, still able to give him a big, goofy smile. “So much fun,” you echoed, your flushed face matching Yunho’s bright red ears. 

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After spending a bit more time together just hanging out around Yunho’s apartment and taking time to talk about whatever, including a discussion about your sexual experiences and limits, your walls seemed to drop all together, realizing he was just as chill, and just as perverted, in real life as he was during his streams. Your heart still raced over the smallest things, but that was for a different reason. Your body was practically vibrating as well, but that also had a different cause, a far more explainable one. 

“So,” Yunho began, gently running his thumbs over your knuckles, licking at the piercing on the side of his bottom lip. “Should we go live now?” He squeezed your hand slightly, leaning in to drown you with his intense gaze. “Are you in the mood to play, baby?” 

You couldn’t possibly tell him that you were essentially the human embodiment of Niagara Falls, having to squeeze your thighs together as much as you could to keep your arousal from dripping down your inner thighs past your short skirt. “I really wanna play with you, Yunnie,” you replied, gently placing your hand on his knee, your fingers moving past his ripped jeans to make contact with his warm skin. 

“Then, let’s play, Kitty.” Blushing and returning your sweet smile, Yunho reached up to caress your cheek lovingly, before standing up to turn his webcam on and start up a new stream. 

Yunho sat down in his spacious chair, making sure his pretty guest of honor stood in front of him for the time being as his faithful viewers showed up in the chat in large waves, eventually holding his hands out near you like he was presenting a prize. “Here she is, everyone!” He gave the webcam a playful smile past your shoulder, coaxing you to sit comfortably inside his large lap, his hand going up to pet your head, which you nuzzled into, the small bell collar he put on you earlier jingling a bit. “My Kitty finally arrived for playtime.” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴛᴡᴏ ʜᴏᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ??? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ???

➵ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏɢʀʟ: ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ꜰɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱᴜɪɴɢ

“Now, c’mon Kitty, show everyone how excited you are to be here,” Yunho purred near your ear, reaching around you to grab your thighs, gently pulling them open as you spread them fully out yourself. 

With your thighs trembling, you revealed the bright pink vibrator you’ve had lodged inside you for the past hour, your cunt already so slicked up with arousal that the toy threatened to slip out of you if you didn’t keep clenching around it. “So full…” 

“Do you see, everyone? See how good I treat my guests?” Yunho asked his audience, making a downwards V over the top of your cunt, rubbing his fingers along your folds, making sure to stimulate your clit at the same time. “I watched her shove this toy up her cute little pussy earlier…She’s been walking around my apartment with it inside ever since like a good little slut.” 

➵ ᴅᴏɴᴛʟᴏᴏᴋᴀᴛᴍᴇ: ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ɪᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴡᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴍᴍᴍ

Moaning at the feeling of Yunho pulling the toy out and slipping it back inside your hole, you leaned your head back into his chest, his stiff cock pressing into your ass, your hands moving back to play with his hair. “Wanna touch you too, puppy…” 

“I know you do, Kitty. You’ll get to put your hands all over me in a second, I promise.” Yunho nuzzled your cheek, giving it a gentle lick that made you shiver, pulling the toy out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, drawing a long moan from your lips. He slipped both of his arms around you, bringing his hands down to spread you open with his thumbs, your clenching cunt on display for every single one of his viewers to drool over. “Look at this pretty kitty’s hole, everyone. So pink, so wet, so ready to use, huh?” 

His follower and viewer count hit a sudden spike, making the both of you giggle to each other. Yunho then lifted one of your thighs up onto the chair, spreading his own thighs open a bit just in time for a golden retriever tail to become visible fo his viewers, his ass comfortably filled with one of his favorite plugs. “Kitty watched me put this in after she filled herself up. It slipped in so easily too, and my sweetheart got so wet, but I told her she couldn’t cum until you guys got to see. Aren’t I the best, guys?” His chat sped up a little faster, the majority of people talking in all caps, making Yunho chuckle.

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɢᴜʏꜱ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ 

➵ ᴅᴏɢʙᴏʏ: ʜᴇ’ꜱ ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ᴜꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

When you whimpered and nudged him for his attention, Yunho nodded knowingly with his cheek against yours, nuzzling it. “Oh, I know, baby. You’ve been so good letting that toy fill you up for so long, but you need more. Is that right? You need puppy’s cock in your breeding hole, don’t you?” he teased you in a low, pouty voice, rubbing your wetness around your clit with one hand, using his other hand to push the vibrator in and out of your clenching cunt, going faster and faster until you began to cry out.

“Yes, puppy, please, I can’t take it…!” you voiced desperately, jolting against Yunho’s body, about to scream when he pressed the rounded end of the vibrator to turn it up even higher, your thighs beginning to shake. “Oh my god, i’m gonna…”

“Cum for me, Kitty, cum for everyone….” Yunho squeezed your clit roughly, simultaneously jamming the vibrator into you at such a velocity that you screamed, your arousal starting to pour out of you, the clear liquid getting onto Yunho’s thighs and the chair below. Yunho groaned at the sight, using his hand to rub your juices around just to hear how wet it was, moaning, “Oh, fuckkkk, look at that, Kitty’s making such a mess for us.” He brought his dripping fingers to his drooling mouth, eagerly sucking your cum off of them. “Did that feel good, kitten?”

“So good…” Feeling Yunho’s rock-hard cock throbbing against your lower back, you squirmed around against him, turning your head to look at him, still panting softly from your ear ringing orgasm. “Wanna make you feel good too, pup, with my breeding hole…”

“Oh, yeah?” Yunho nosed your neck, licking a stripe up your neck past your collar to make you shiver, looking you straight in the eye afterward. “Wanna squeeze around me, baby? Feel how big I am inside your tiny little cunt?”

You reached up to caress his hair, gently tugging on it, your eyes full of desperation for your favorite streamer. “Please. Want you to stuff me with your cock. Wanna make you cum from how tight I am for you.”

Yunho unknowingly began to rut against you, leaving streaks of pre-cum on the small of your back. “That’s my slutty little kitty…so eager to be filled by her puppy…” He reached back around you to spread your hole open once again for the camera, looking at his webcam with hazy, hooded eyes. “What do you think, chat? Should I fuck this kitty full of my pups?”

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ɴᴏᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡᴡ

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴇxᴘʟᴏᴅᴇꜱ

Unable to take Yunho’s teasing anymore, you quickly stood up, wobbling slightly, before you sat back in his lap, this time facing him, the both of you struggling with his joggers to pull his cock out, already grinding yourself along it when it was finally free, the slippery ridge of his silicone cock ring supplying you extra pleasure. “Need you, Yunnie,” you whimpered, pulling at his collar to bring his parted lips onto yours, your tongues joining in the middle. 

Yunho moaned into your mouth, swiveling the chair to the side so that his viewers could still get a good look at your shared desperation, his cock starting to throb steadily against your slick cunt when you began to suck on his tongue — though the whining and whimpering noises Yunho was known for didn’t start until you began to rub and flick at his pierced, hardened nipples from underneath his sweater, his hands diving underneath your own sweater to grope and pull at your tits, eventually moving to your ass to squeeze it, your hips lifting up slightly so that he could tease your entrance with his leaking cockhead. 

You moved your hips back slightly so that you could reach down, grabbing at the base of his tail and moving it around experimentally until Yunho began to gasp for air, figuring you were rubbing against his prostate. “Does that feel good, puppy? Am I hitting the right spot?”

“S-so good, makes me wanna fuck you, kittennn, wanna fuck you dumb on my cock. Can I, please?” Yunho suddenly begged you, fucking himself back on the plug that you continued to maneuver around inside him, not hesitating to give you the most adorable, lust-drunk pouty face you’ve ever witnessed in your life. 

“Yes, puppy, please, please, please fuck me,” you answered just as desperately, ruffling his soft, slightly damp hair, letting go of his tail to wrap your arms around his neck.

Yunho quickly swiveled the chair back to its original position so that your ass and throbbing cunt was on full display from behind, using two fingers to spread your open for him, slowly guiding his thick cock inside you inch by inch, until he completely bottomed out, resulting in a blissful sigh from the both of you. “Look at you, kitten, so fucking full of my cock. I’m gonna fuck your brains out,” he groaned, his large hands encasing your hips, immediately jack hammering himself into you like he was using a fleshlight, your joined bodies creating a lewd symphony of slick sounds.  

Yunho rammed himself into you so roughly, you couldn’t do anything else except take it, bouncing on his monstrous cock over and over again, the tip of it repeatedly forming a bulge inside your stomach that only Yunho could see, throbbing inside you from the sight of it. “So good, it’s so good, Yunnie, love your cock…!” 

“Love your wet cunt, Kitty, love how tiny you are, like you’re gonna break just from getting pounded into by my puppy cock,” he moaned back, gripping your ass so hard, your flesh squished through his strong fingers, still driving you down onto his cock like you were made for him, for his pleasure. “Makes me wanna stuff you full of my litter….”

“A-aaah, but puppy likes being edged with his cock ring, doesn’t he? It feels so much better like this, yeah?” you huffed out, reaching behind you to squeeze one of his intensely swollen balls, receiving a high-pitched, pleasured moan from your playmate.

“Feels so fucking good, Kitty,” Yunho agreed, mindlessly kicking the speed of his thrust game into hyper-drive, mindlessly fucking himself into you so roughly, so sloppily, his cock almost slipped out a few times, requiring him to hold you down by your hips. “Your pussy’s clenching so hard around me, baby, it’s so tight for me…Feels like you’re gonna cum…”

“Yeah, gonna cum, puppy, feels too–aaah-good…!” 

Yunho locked his arms around your waist, his hips never faltering, his veiny length rubbing along your inner walls in just the right way, making you cry out. He pressed his lips onto your ear, slipping his hand in between your sweaty bodies to rapidly rub your stiff clit, purring, “Good girl, cum for me, kitten. That’s right, baby, squirt on my cock…” 

When you came, you came hard, your arousal leaking out around his slippery cock, your body jolting as each wave of pleasure coursed through you, resting your head on his shoulder, his sweater slipping down it. Once you recovered, Yunho pressed his lips against yours, whispering words of praise, among other things that his audience couldn't hear until you slowly lifted yourself off of him. 

“I think it’s time to make our good puppy cum, don’t you think, guys?” you asked his webcam, walking around Yunho’s chair to stand behind it, running your hands down his body, reaching for his twitching cock, slipping your closed fist up and down it until you made Yunho whimper pathetically, tears forming inside his eyes, causing the already rapidly moving chat to go completely ape-shit. 

➵ ᴡʏɴɢ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴍᴏʀᴇ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴄʀʏ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɴᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ :(

You continued to pump his reddened, leaking cock, replicating his incredibly needy facial expression, pouty lips and all, murmuring, “Awww, poor puppy wants to cum so bad, huh?” 

Yunho bucked his hips up into your hand, trying to fuck himself into your closed fist, his abs and muscles straining from his desperation, his ass clenching around his favorite plug, more drool beginning to leave his lips and dribble down his neck to his dog collar. “Please, let puppy cum, wanna cum inside my mouth like a dirty boy,” he babbled out, tears overtaking his vision once the pain of edging himself for so long began to overtake the pleasure on his almost orgasm. 

“Mm, then be good and cum, puppy,” you replied sweetly, suddenly slipping the pre-cum drenched cock ring off of Yunho and bringing it up to his mouth, watching him lap up the clear liquid off of it without you even having to ask. “Such a naughty boy, so good for us, aren’t you?”

“So good, Kitty, m’ so good,” Yunho echoed, running his hands up and down your forearms for his own comfort, practically panting like an actual dog would, his bangs plastered to his forehead with sweat. “Gonna cum so hard…” 

“Cum so hard for us, Yunnie, come on, that’s it….” Leaning yourself over his shoulder, you used both hands to milk his long, heavy cock, driving loud, whiny moans out of him, along with spurt after spurt of milky cum, watching the way he caught the stream of it on his lolled-out tongue. Yunho tilted his head back, looking up at you with teary, glazed-over eyes, making a small noise, clearly wanting to share himself with you. 

Without hesitation, you pulled him by the collar, pressing your mouth onto his, his tongue slipping inside it almost instantly, lazily swapping his hot cum and saliva with you, the both of you swallowing the combination down with ease afterwards, your hands caressing one another’s sweaty faces. After a shared gaze of affection, Yunho pressed a kiss onto your nose, making you blush harder than you had the whole night. 

When the post-nut clarity hit him, Yunho sat up a bit in his chair, giving his webcam a variety of hearts using his hands. “Thank you all for tuning in for this special stream, everyone! Love you!” 

➵ ᴀɴᴏɴ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀᴡ ɢᴏᴅ

➵ ᴘᴜᴘ: ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴀᴘɪꜱᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ

➵ ᴡʏ: ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴄʜᴇʀ

➵ ꜱɴ: ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʏᴜɴʜᴏ ♡

As soon as Yunho turned his webcam off, he brought you into a tight, comforting hug, nuzzling the side of your head with his own. “You did so good, Y/N…That was amazing, this is amazing…” 

You hugged him back just as tight, your heart fluttering, wondering if it was all just physical between the two of you or if there was something else blossoming behind the lens of the webcam. “I think so too, Yunnie…I just…” You began to pull back, causing Yunho’s happy expression to drop a bit. 

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You didn’t have fun?” he murmured, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. 

“No, it’s not that! I had tons of fun, Yunnie, the most fun I’ve had in a long time…” you reassured him, ruffling his damp dyed hair as gently as possible, smiling at him with your eyes. “I just don’t want to overstay my welcome, you know? So I should probably–”

“No, no, noooo,” Yunho repeated whinily, pulling you back into his arms, nuzzling your neck this time, enveloping you in his comforting scent and warmth. He eventually pulled back, just enough to rest his forehead onto yours, gazing at you, as if he was letting you take a peek at his beating heart through his eyes.  “Stay…?” 

You swallowed harshly to keep your heart from bubbling up into your throat, warmth searing into your cheeks, murmuring, “Are you sure?” 

Yunho bit at his bottom lip, lowering his head slightly so you didn’t have to see just how red he had become, though his bright red ears betrayed him. He eventually looked back into your eyes, swallowing down his nerves. “Y/N, what if…what if told you I was your number one fan too? What would you say then?” 

With your heart hammering away inside your chest, you pulled yourself together just enough to softly press your lips against his. You smiled up at him afterwards, caressing his cheek, your eyes twinkling with adoration for your favorite puppy boy. “Does that answer your question? Or do you need another?”

Yunho pouted cutely, just about ready to melt inside your arms. “Another.”

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A Story for Star Trek Day

I've told this story on Twitter before. I tell it every Star Trek Day and whenever a Deep Space 9 anniversary rolls around. It's about me and Avery Brooks (aka Best ST Captain Benjamin Sisko).

The college my mother went to specifically started recruiting top Black students in the 60s. Due to this, the Black kids all mostly knew each other as they were in that same program. Avery Brooks went to the same college and they were good friends.

(She once told me he had a huge crush on her and I was like MOM. MOTHER. WHAT. HOW COULD YOU HE COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.)

Anyway, many of the students in this program remained friends long after college. So over the years as Avery was getting TV gigs & such we would all watch cuz he was my mom's friend & I thought that was the coolest. There was one particularly fun night when my best friend's uncle, Frankie Faison, guest starred on A Man Called Hawk. TWO people we know on TV!

When I was in middle school Avery was touring his production of "Paul Robeson" and it came through our town, so I got to see him perform in person (awesooooome) and meet him for the first time since I was a baby (which I did not remember, of course).

Now, backing up a little bit: I am a Star Trek fan because of my mom. She loved the original series and I remember being a wee Tempest in front of the TV watching The Wrath of Khan and us excitedly going to see Star Trek IV together.

I watched TNG from the instant it appeared on TV because of her. I watched all of The Animated Series even though everyone looked "wrong". (Man... it took me 4 months to realize that dude in the red shirt was Scotty cuz I'd only ever seen movie Scotty.)

Then... they announced Deep Space 9.

We heard Avery Brooks would be the commander and there was MUCH rejoicing around our house. DS9 turned out to be the best Trek ever and, of course, Avery was awesome. This was around the time my mom dropped that "he had a crush on me but I wasn't interested" bombshell.

I'm still bitter.

I mean, I love my dad he's great. But SISKO COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAD.

I lost my mom in 1999. She was--and I'm not exaggerating--an extraordinary woman and beloved by many. I received so many beautiful messages of condolence from her friends all the way back to those college years, including Avery. So many people remembered her fondly. <3

I kept watching Star Trek and often talked to her as if she was there during episodes. She would have LOVED Discovery. Especially since she took me to RENT the year I started college. I'm sure she would have shared my opinion of Enterprise as well. But she loved her some Scott Bakula, so she would have watched, anyway.

I got the chance to interview Avery Brooks at DragonCon back in 2013 (jeez, it's been almost 10 years omg). Before the interview, I went up to him on the Walk of Fame and I said:

Hi, I'm (name K stands for) Bradford, I don't know if you remember me...

And he looked up and said: Of course I remember you.

We talked for a bit and I asked if I could come back and interview him later and he said yes (he wasn't supposed to; his handler had A LOOK). I didn't want to hold up his line, so I said I'd see him later.

Before I could go, he reached out for my hand and squeezed it before saying: I loved your mama, you know.

And we just stayed like that for a few seconds, missing her together.

...I might have been trying very hard not to burst into tears.

That DragonCon was the last time I saw Avery. Barring an extraordinary circumstance, that's probably the last time I'll see him in person. I'm glad we got to have that moment together. And we had a great conversation!

His contribution to Trek has meant so much to me. SISKO4EVA

And I'm glad that it's another tie between me, my mom, and Trek. I can't watch DS9 without hearing her voice giving color commentary. Even the episodes she didn't live to see.

I think Star Trek is part of what gave her hope for the future. She passed that on to me. ❤️🖖🏾❤️

Happy Star Trek Day to all who celebrate.

[princesssmars]

late night visitors

a ladynoir x reader

most people don't get visited by paris's notorious superheroes at night. luckily, you're not most people.

wc : 1982

contains : fluff. just a bunch of fluff ngl. polyamory. mari and adrien's ages arent stated but they grew up with me in my head so they're about 17/18 here idc.

f/f - favorite flowers

a/n : we love starting a fic and not finishing it until a year later <3 i made this short (?) and sweet before i went overboard. enjoy :)

one thing paris didn’t get enough credit for was its quietness. during the day the city bustles, each arrondissement’s streets filled with tourists and families enjoying the city of love. but you loved it at night. the air grows cold and the roads are deserted, only a few stragglers walking about. the city lights twinkle against the skyline and blend into the clear night sky to create your favorite sight.

you had spent a while sitting on your balcony and just enjoying it, having finished your homework and chores and ready to just be. you let all of your worries about school and friends and villains go and finally relaxed, staying outside for an hour before heading off inside for a night of rest.

tap tap tap.

you grumble, slowly rising from your sleep at the sudden noise you've heard at the other end of the rom. sitting up and rubbing at your eyes, you look around your bedroom to pinpoint where the disturbance came from. from what you can see in the dark nothing fell from your bed, and your closet and bedroom doors are closed so that only leaves one other spot.

tap tap tap.

letting out a huff of air through your nose, you rise from your bed and throw on your robe, quickly noting the alarm clock on your dresser telling you its already past midnight, before moving to the window that looks into your balcony.

not able to see anything, you carefully open the door, shivering and only stopping for a second to again look at the beautiful view of paris before looking around your balcony, only to see a small flower pot that rose had gifted you knocked over.

figuring it to be some dumb bird or a stray, you turn back towards your room just to see a giant pair of bright green eyes staring right into your soul.

it’s pure luck that you're able to muffle your short scream in your hands to not wake and alarm your parents and half the of the arrondissement. unluckily, paris’ beloved hero chat noir is on the brink of laughing his stupid leather-covered ass off.

he somehow manages to calm down, but that means now he’s talking. and god help you when chat noir decided to speak.

"i knew you could be jumpy when scared but you leaped higher than a startled cat! you should've seen it!"

he makes more jokes and lets out little laughs as you stand still in front of him, glaring at him in your pajamas. the fact that your bottoms were covered in pink cupcakes didn't help your case.

“if you seriously woke me up at midnight just to tease and laugh at me so help me god chat,” you squint your eyes in a warning, barely noticing the figure cloaked in red and black sliding up to your side.

“nope, we brought something else,” you hear whispered into your ear. not flinching this time, be it because you were too pissed off or less on edge from the last time. you turn and smile softly when soft baby blue eyes meet your own. “how was your day, mon cheri?”

you hum as your hands find their way around her shoulders and hers wrap around your middle, “better now that you're here, can't say the same for others though.” ladybugs body rocks with a silent laugh as chat looks at the two of you shocked.

he goes off into one of his usual dramatic rants about how the “loves of my life have left me behind for each other! the stereotypes are true!” as you both watch him in amusement.

“alright fine, you big oaf. get in here,” you sigh, moving your arm from around ladybug to open in his direction. he puts on his model-worthy blinding smile and rushes into the hug, squeezing the both of you and raising you off the ground. sometimes you forgot how strong they could be.

during the day, marinette and adrien were the pinnacles of perfectly normal teenagers. it’d been an honor to not only see them grow up from stumbling middle schoolers bestowed with unfathomable power to where they are today.

when you first met mari you thought she was weird, to put it frankly. you’d reflected on how nervous she would get around you and adrien and how you caught her following you a few times, much to her embarrassment at the memories. but after giving her a chance at the behest of alya you found out how amazing she could be. she was incredibly smart, excelling in her studies and being the group's designated tutor. it was only during one of your late-night tutoring sessions, the blue-haired girl smiling at you sweetly and praising you when you got a problem wrong, that you realized you had feelings for her.

and adrien was so radiant it was scary. you figured since he was rich and childhood friends with chloe bourgeois of all people that he’d be another snob for you to ignore. but then that day happened when chloe was jealous of all the attention you were getting on your new hairstyle and dumped a tiny carton of milk on your head. normally you didn't let her get to you, but you couldn't help but tear up and run to hide in an empty classroom. it wasn't until a little later that a soaking-wet adrien sat down next to you, telling you he was sorry for what chloe did, and said “if she’s going to bully my friends, she’ll have to do the same to me.”

after that, it was hard not to harbor feelings for the two of them, and you were so glad when they confessed not only to each other but to you as well. you weren't expecting the whole superhero reveal thing, though. but it warmed you inside to know they trusted you enough with this secret.

“let’s head inside, its getting colder and i don't want you to get sick.” ladybug pulls out of the hug, holding the back of her hand up to your head.

“i’m fine, bug,” you assure her, pulling her hand away and smiling at the way her cheeks tint pink. “what’d you bring me?”

ladybug waves her hand to chat, the boy coming up behind you before your vision goes dark with his hands covering your eyes. you hear the sound of ladybug’s yoyo, then the familiar whssh of her body traveling through the air.

“can you give me a hint at least?” you plead. its been a solid three minutes of waiting for marinette to come back and the excitement is making you antsy. not to mention your leather-clad boyfriend standing right behind you.

“no can do, babe. we both know you'll figure it out and then ladybug will figure out that you've figured it out and then she figures out its because i told you and then-”

“ok ok! i get it! ill wait patiently.”

luckily you don't have to wait long, chat removing his hands to show you marinette standing in front of you holding a bouquet of f/f and a box of your favorite pastries.

“i made them this morning so they'd be fresh in case something happened, thank god we only had to deal with some thieves.” marinette hands you the flowers, the pair of them thankful when you bring them up and take in a deep inhale of their scent, holding them close to your chest.

“i wouldn't call ten men breaking into the louvre just any regular thieves, my lady.” chat chuckles.

ladybug shrugs. “didnt seem so tough to me.”

she shrugs. “didnt seem so tough to me.”

“c'mon you two, lets head inside before some insomniac catches a picture of you two.”

they follow you inside, the both of them able to sneak well after years of practice. you put the flowers in a spare vase on your dresser, gently placing them inside with a smile. you hear a slight smack followed by a 'ow!’ and a laugh. you turn to see your girlfriend scowling at your boyfriend, whose mouth is stuffed with one of the pastries.

“i made them for y/n! at least let her have the first one.” ladybug chastises him, setting the box down on a coffee table before sitting on your white chaise.

chat ignores her, too entranced by the deliciousness of her baking. “whatever you say, buggaboo.”

you smile, loving to watch how they interact with each other. they worked so well together, and sometimes when you admired them it seemed like they were made for each other. if it wasnt so sweet you’d be more jealous, but they never made you feel excluded.

“ill go put these in your kitchen so you can have them for breakfast.” chat puts some of the pastry on a napkin and leaves it on the table for you before picking up the box and slinking out of your door with a wink.

you send him an appreciative smile, looking to the side to see ladybug still slightly pouting.

“its fine bug, i appreciate it no matter what,” you sit down next to her, reaching up to take her mask off as her baby blue eyes look at you fondly. “ill have to repay you somehow. just tell me what and its yours.”

mari looks at you silently for a few seconds more before brining up her hand to cup your face and bringing you in for a sweet kiss. mari's kisses were some of your favorites, the girl always making sure to assert herself as ladybug and it travels into her intimacy.

you pull away reluctantly, her looking at you with a lovestruck grin.

“you already repay me by being mine, mon cheri.” she whispers, placing a gentle kiss on your warm cheek. you start to flirt back when a force plops onto the chaise next to you, a mop of blonde hair landing into your lap.

“i second what she said, my love. only if i get some kisses too obviously.” adrien says, his mask now off to show off his dazzling emerald eyes.

you roll your eyes in playful annoyance but relent, leaning down to give him a kiss as well. adrien’s kisses are just as amazing as mari’s but they feel…desperate. not in the way he kissed you when he underestimated a villain and nearly lost his life, rushing back to your apartment and kissing you before holding you in a tight embrace for an hour.

he was desperate for physical touch, the reminder that he’s yours and your his and that you wont leave him. but no matter how much the two of you pretend to be exasperated at his constant touches and flirting, you want to assure him that you’ll always be here for him no matter what.

the kiss ends and you nearly giggle from the sight of his dopey grin and hooded eyes, quickly widening when mari roughly grabs his cheeks and kisses him dramatically.

“there, happy not, kitty?” she asks, the boy laying limp across your lap.

“yup. perfect.”

after a minute of mari teasing chat for his dopey reaction to your kisses and adrien pointing out how she acts the exact same, the time of night catches up with you and you feel your eyes start to droop. just when you feel the lull of sleep taking you away, a strong pair of arms lifting you up and placing you in bed. when they start to pull away, you tiredly reach your arm out to hold their wrist, whispering a quiet “stay.”

thankfully your loves cant say no to you, the two of them resting on top of the covers as they cuddle you from either side.

its quiet as they stay with you, and you’ve never loved the quiet of the city more.

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[kittievampire]

Kin of the Demon Prince

Warnings : Cursing, Smut, Childhood Trauma, Mention of drugs, Mention of alcohol, Angst, MC is a fuckin unit, Female MC, Pregnant MC, Single Mom MC, MC x Diavolo

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Summary: After a passionate night and tearful goodbye between Lord Diavolo and MC, she finds out that she is pregnant with his child soon after her return to the human realm. She had planned on telling her lover the news, but receives a horrible response. This leads to her raising her child on her own in the human realm. However, as Solomon’s cloaking spell wears thin, and Diavolo is made aware of his beloved and child, the truth unravels itself. Enjoy.

Your whole life had been a train wreck. 

You had the misfortune of being born into a family with very little. Your father was in and out of jail, your mother was either drunk or high a majority of the time, and you were left to raise yourself. When your family decided to be part of your life, you became so used to the abuse, you didn’t think twice about the number of bruises you had on your body. 

Your teen years weren’t any better. While you did not partake in any violent or illegal activities, you were surrounded by such things, whether it be your friends or family taking part. 

You were focused on your studies for the most part, finding any reason to stay on the school campus because you didn’t feel safe at home. However, you weren’t exactly safe outside either. People were violent.

To survive, you had to adapt. 

You couldn’t afford to be a pacifistic quiet kid, so you became a quiet kid who knew how to throw a punch. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it, though.

Eventually, you had become so attached to your grades, solely for the purpose of leaving that hellhole you called home. After you turned 18, however, your entire world changed.

That’s when you were sent to the Devildom for an exchange program. You were greeted by a man with tan skin and red hair, his golden eyes glowing as he smiled down at you. Beside him was a man in all black, red eyes piercing your figure. “Welcome, human!” The man in red spoke loudly, causing you to internally cringe in annoyance. “The fuck is going on?” You huffed out, completely disregarding the man’s greeting. “Language, human,” The man in black spoke, earning a small chuckle from the man in red. “Relax, Lucifer. It’s obvious she is quite spooked from the journey down here. Apologies, human, I foolishly neglected to introduce myself and my partner here. I am Diavolo, Prince of the Devildom. This is Lucifer, and those men at his side are his brothers.”

You remember it like it was yesterday. For it was the day you met the love of your life. 

You didn’t have a lot of trouble adapting to life in the Devildom. The same rules applied down there as they did where you lived. Always look like you know where you’re going, always watch your back, be home by a certain time, and never go outside past dark. 

Diavolo would always find reasons to invite you to his castle. Whether it be for tea, exposing him to human culture, or "reviewing" human and Devildom movies. Those nights, you usually ended up falling asleep with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Despite this, that redhead continued to appear out of nowhere to make sure you were adjusting to life here. At first, you’d try to keep conversations with him as short as possible, but he was persistent in getting so personal with you. You couldn’t make any sense of it. However, there were a few times when he’d gotten you out of trouble.

All your life you had no one protecting you from making bad decisions, but Diavolo spoke to you about such things in a way that didn't make you feel like a child. At the same time, however, it soothed the scared little girl that you used to be, just the slightest.

He was always so open about his feelings. That's what you loved about him. You wished you could do the same, but it was just so difficult for you.

You'll never forget the day you asked him out. Finally.

"MC, I didn't expect to see you here," Diavolo called out as he entered the room you and Barbatos were in. The butler had just set down the warm tea in front of the two of you and dismissed himself as soon as the young prince was seated to give you two some space.

"O-Oh! Yeah! I-I, uh... Just kinda figured I'd... You know, stop by." You stammered out, immediately slapping yourself internally for sounding like such a dork. You felt especially awkward when Diavolo stared at you and took a sip of his tea. "I... I have something to s-say..." You said softly, composing yourself as much as you can. However, the situation becomes too intense and you found yourself infatuated with the artwork on your teacup.

Diavolo wasn't an airhead. Well, not completely, at least. He had an idea of what this was about, but he continued to feign ignorance, despite the shit-eating grin he wore on his face. "Yes, my darling?" He spoke softly, causing you to shiver in delight.

The moment you caught his gaze, you decided that if you thought about it any more than you already have, nothing would be done about these feelings you had for him. You knew exactly how he felt about you, he told you almost every day how much he loves you, despite the flustered cursing as a response. "I love you, Diavolo!" You declared, your eyes screwed shut.

Diavolo let out a relieved sigh. "My little human, my darling MC," He stood, gently grasping her wrist and lifting her to her feet so he could embrace her. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words!" You were trembling a bit in his arms, the result of your stress just a few seconds before. You looked up at him, placing a hand on his cheek as you gazed into his soft, loving, gold eyes. Slowly, your lips met in a tender kiss. This first kiss lived in your mind for the next few years.

Soon, the time came to leave the Devildom, for good this time. The night before your departure, the two of you found yourselves unable to let go of each other. Your fingers intertwined with his as you moved your hips up and down, letting out loud moans in pleasure as the tip of his manhood kissed your cervix. Diavolo grunted softly. “Fuck, MC…” You whined in response, loving the way your name sounded in his mouth. “Dia… m’gonna miss you,” You whimpered as you quickened your pace. The demon smiled up at you. “My love, I will move the Devildom and the Heavens to see you again in this lifetime. I promise I will come to visit you. As frequently as possible.” He groaned a bit after his sentence as his free hand gripped your hip, thrusting upwards at a brutal pace. “F-Fuck, Dia!” You cried out his name as your orgasm racked through your body, his thrusting remaining unfettered as he continued to seek out his climax as well. You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, a more sensual and needy kiss, as you know you won’t be getting one for a long time. You felt the warmth of his seed filling your womb and he held your hips still, groaning into the kiss before pulling away. He reached up, placing his hand on the back of your head and pulling you towards him so your forehead rested on his. "My darling Queen. I'll see you again. Hopefully, we'll be able to make your place in my kingdom official..." He said softly, gently caressing your ring finger with his thumb and index.

Once you got back to the human realm, you'd left your neighborhood and moved into a safer suburban area. Solomon would visit quite often, him being your easiest way to contact the Devildom. However, after you'd left, Diavolo had gotten busier, according to Solomon. Whenever you tried to get a hold of him, there'd be no answer. But when you needed him most was right now.

Your neighbor was worried about your sickness and suggested the idea that you were pregnant. You took a pregnancy test, sitting down on the floor of your bathroom. You bit down on your thumbnail, not knowing how long you were supposed to wait or if you were even supposed to wait at all. Maybe you should've gone to a hospital? Your eyes landed on the pregnancy test that was slightly visible on the counter top, a shaking hand reaching up and grabbing it.

You were pregnant.

Once you held it in front of you, you felt your heart drop for a moment. You stared at the positive pregnancy test, taking a moment to process.

With Diavolo's baby. Your beloved. Your heart fluttered and a smile formed on your face as tears welled up in your eyes. A baby. Half you, half him. You placed a hand on your stomach and allowed your tears to fall.

_

Solomon's eyes widened at the news, Florentine blue eyes looking down at your stomach and then back at your face. He paused for a moment before smiling. "Wow. That's great, MC!" He said, earning an eager nod from you in agreement. "This is amazing!" You exclaimed, "I wonder what Diavolo will say. He's mentioned that he wanted kids before, so I think it's safe to assume that he'd be pleased, yes?"

Solomon paused once more.

"Yes. I couldn't imagine him reacting any other way to the news. Would you like me to relay the information to him?" "As soon as possible!" You excitedly say, placing a hand on your stomach once more.

"Let me know his reaction. Every single detail! I wanna know what he says and how he looks like when he hears the news!" You clasped your hands together in excitement. You knew that Diavolo wanted kids, but he never really asked you to carry his child. He knew that a human carrying and giving birth to a demon child would be very difficult, and he didn't think it was a part of your agenda. At least, not yet.

Solomon smiled at you. "I see. I will relay as much detail to you as I can."

_

It had been about a month since then. You hadn't seen Solomon in a while, but you figured he got a bit busy. Nonetheless, you kept yourself busy as well. You were offered maternity leave, so you mainly stayed at home. Even though it was so early in your pregnancy, you couldn't help but start buying baby clothes and items. Red and gold onesies, pacifiers, and little bat toys. Life was going rather well.

Solomon finally visited. You were ecstatic when you opened the door to find him there. However, the smile on your face faded once you saw his. He looked troubled. "Solomon... Is everything okay?" You asked softly, stepping aside to let him in. He walked inside and you closed the door behind him.

"I don't have much time, MC. I had somewhere to be soon, but I have to tell you this while I have the window of free time..." Solomon spoke softly. "You might want to sit down."

You swallowed the lump of saliva that formed in your throat. Your anxiety spiked as you sat down on the couch in front of him. Solomon placed his hand on the back of his neck and sighed softly. "How... Do I put this...?" He asked himself. You fiddled with your hands, not really knowing what to do with yourself. "Solomon, just tell me," You begged slightly.

Slowly, his eyes looked up to meet yours.

"I told him the news..." He started slowly. Your heart raced. If he heard the news then why was he acting this way? Wasn't this supposed to be a joyous event?

Solomon clenched his jaw before seemingly forcing himself to spit out the next part.

"He said... He didn't want anything to do with you anymore..."

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[ruinedbylanadelrey]

Just imagine Reader taking care of Din’s injuries after he was in a big fight and got lots of cuts and bruises on his chest and back. Of course it starts to turn intimate and Din wants some, but Reader reminds him he’s hurt. It would be steamy, sweet, and funny all at once.

Like You Do | Din Djarin x f!Reader

"You're the one I can't lose, no one loves me like you do" - Joji, Like You Do

summary: Din comes back to the crest hurt and her heart just breaks at the sight of her strong Mandalorian crumbling to his knees. warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, descriptions of blood, cuts, and needles, his name is din not djarin (i'm sorry he is 4ever din<3), razor crest lives forever, mando'a use, no grogu, reader is so in love with, din is a simp, mando's helmet comes off (i'm sorry), sexual tension, touching, groping, kissing, din begging to be fucked AN: I have had this request in my drafts forever because i kept re writing it so here is the final product. I want to clarify that Din Djarin is my #1 man, i know it's shocking because I write about Joel mostly. But Din is my soulmate and I'm a little embarrassed to share my thoughts about Din. Like my room color scheme is grey, silver, and black I re did my room back when The Mandalorian came out. That's my little secret<3 anyways enjoy my little fantasy<3333 masterlist

translations: cyar’ika- darling, beloved, sweetheart Udesii- "take it easy" Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- "I love you/I know you forver"

Din could feel the sliced skin stretch with each step he took, all he could smell is blood, blaster smoke, and sweat. His breathing was uneven and his body trembling when he made it to the crest, falling to his knees as he heard your sweet honey voice calling out to him.

"Din! Maker! I don't know where you're bleeding from!" You slide to your knees taking the large Mandalorian into your arms, laying him against your chest, your hands working quickly removing his armor except for his helmet. His flight suit was torn on his left side at the waist, his flesh gashed, red bleeding into the meat of his skin. He needs bacta but the hard stuff. 

Din said he will only use it if you were the one hurt; your mind replayed that whole argument when you guys finally gave in and fell through the thin wire of tension cutting it when he thrust himself into your hot core.

You asked him, 'Why can't we use it on you if it ever comes down to it?'

'I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive...you're the one I can't lose.'

You scoffed at him and just spat 'So I can lose you and feel the exact same pain you would feel for me'

'You're so much stronger than me in every single way, cyar’ika' Din chokes up and it broke your heart seeing be so emotional. He was a cold-hearted person until you came along as another recuse he collected. You brought your sunshine and melted away the winter in his heart. 

The movie in your head clears when you grabbed the needle of bacta and pinched his skin near the gash and pushed the medicine into his muscles. Din's screams were so visceral and his hands grip your thighs, bruising them to a deep purple. "Udesii! Udesii!" You cry out as you throw the empty syringe across the hull.

His body jolts while the bacta runs through his body, you composed yourself and grab the medpack pulling out the field cauterizer. You laid him on his right side while you fused his skin back together. Burning flesh filled the air making your bile come up your throat burning it and leaving a sour taste in your mouth, your hands slick from sweating and his blood. 

Din going limp and taking shallows breaths submitting to you saving him. You wiped your hands on your pants and laying him on his back, you sobbed as you cupped the cheek of his helmet with your hands.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" Din strangles to say holding your wrist in his hand, pressing your hand closer to the beskar. You collapsed on top of him, your body jerking from the hiccups and sobs leaving your mouth. Din wraps his arms around holding you like a child holding his favorite toy close so it won't leave his sight. 

"You're so dramatic, little girl" Din takes a deep breath and laughs it out. You craned your neck to him without his helmet. You quickly turned away, you panic and guilt slamming into your heart. "I want you to see me, cyar’ika" Din grabs your chin and tilts your head where your eyes are burning into his brown eyes.

You swallow as your eyes dance around his face, taking his eyes, the scruff on his face, patchy in a few spots, his mustache bringing attention to his plump lips, so pink and kissable. 

"You were crafted by the maker, din" You trace his nose with your fingertip, taking in how his skin feels on yours. "Kiss me, little girl, please" He whimpers while you thumb over his bottom lip. The need in his voice made you ache between your thighs. You carefully straddle his waist and bring your lips to his, Din sits up groaning while he licked in your mouth, his hands exploring up and down your back, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing so hard. 

You gasp and moan "Din...you're h-" he cuts you off and bites your lip. He grabs your hand and places it on top of the outline of his hard cock. "C'mon baby, let's fuck," his words entice you as you tighten your grip around his clothed length, and he winces and whimpers and you remembered you're the stronger one and need to stop this so he could rest.

"Din, no you need to rest," he kisses your neck and bites at the thin skin. "Little girl, let's have fun..." That damn name made you want to say screw it. "Let's sleep, I'm tired and you have to be too," You helped Din to the steel slab that he calls a bed and lays down holding out his arms for you to be his human-weighted blanket. 

"We will talk about the bacta when we wake up" Din mumbles as sleep takes over him and relaxes with you on top of him. 

[kraken17]

In honor of the late great Raul Julia and your awesome fics, especially Woe & Saint-Clair. A little ficlet for you.

It was a proud dark and dreary day for one Gomez Addams, the day he got a phone call from Nevermore about his darling daughter's ghastly inappropriate behavior.

To say he was worried about Wednesday was an understatement. Months had passed and not a peep from law enforcement about her time at school. No begging letters to remove her from the school from parents of her peers.  He had been expecting at least 3 murder attempts and an arson case by now.

It was deeply unsettling.

No amount of time on the torture rack with his beautiful wife could stop his worry. So much he kept eyeing Puberts silky dark locks to make sure the bouncing blonde curls hadn't made their reappearance. Sadly he and his beloved saber never had the chance to charge into the school grounds to rescue his heir from the clutches of whatever is causing her such..melancholy.

Now entering the office of a rather fetching enraged tall blonde, Gomez couldn't stop the grin on his face.

His little Wednesday Addams, caught “fornacating” on school grounds with another girl. Impaling the teacher who found them with forbidden cursed knives.

A chip of the old Addams block!

He looked to the two figures sitting in front of the desk that now housed one furious shape-shifter,  whilst helping Morticia sit in the spare chair next to Wednesday.

Wednesday sat as regal as ever, every inch  her mothers daughter. Her hastily thrown on uniform however was telling a different story. Black school tie now accidentally replaced with a blue one, buttons hastily buttoned up in the wrong order, blazer missing entirely and various red hickeys standing out gravely against a porcelain throat. Finally Lips that were trying hard to stay in a straight line were swollen and bruised.

Her paramour sitting in a relaxed carefree manor, her arm around the back of Wednesday's chair. Long fingers playing with the stray hairs that had escaped Wednesday's usually immaculate braids. Fingers that were surprisingly still attached to her hand thought Gomez.

The young scoundrel's uniform matching Wednesday's in disarray, but somehow worse. The few buttons she had left on her shirt, only buttoned up enough to not cause her poor principal an aneurysm. Black tie partly hanging out her trousers pocket. Brown hair resembling a bird's nest more than anything else. And a cat that got the canary lazy grin on her blushing face.

Gomez decided at that moment that the Addams family surely had found a new member.

Oh my God… this is absolutely perfect 😍 Thank you so much!

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Let me rage part 2

Summary; Finally reunited Valtor and (Y/n) can get back to conquer the magic dimension. (Y/N) gets to meet the Trix and shows why she is Valtor’s right hand. Deciding to infiltrate Alfea she meets the Winx, and becomes an important player in this battle. 

This work is also published on AO3 under my username Acourtoffanficsandfeelings, if you prefer to read it there.

Continuation of Together again, and second part of let me rage.

A/N; First, I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I was having an intense writer's block for a certain part in this chapter and didn’t really know how to continue.

It seems that to this day Valtor is still a beloved character, and this fic still gets kudos, and comments. And that motivates me to write. So even if it has taken a while I hope I’ve managed to write a chapter you’re all very happy to read, as I did my best to make it as long as possible to make it up to you guys. While writing this chapter I concluded that this part of the series will be 3 chapters instead of the original two, as I felt it would have the story flow more. 

Also because I hope this way to fetch out the character of the reader more, to give her some emotions, and struggles, while still remaining an badass amazing villain lover. And to show you some more moments between Valtor and (Y/N).

So I want to thank everybody again for sticking around,and reading this after my long absence, and if you just found the fic and this was already out when you found my fic, I hope you also enjoy everything that I’ve written so far.

Monday morning. Idle chatter could be heard filling the classroom as some of the Alfea students were waiting for their new teacher to make an appearance. A teacher who was ten minutes late. When the wooden doors started to creak, and announced the arrival of somebody the chatter slowly faded out, and silence filled the room.  “Sorry class, I know I’m late, but as I’m sure some of you would agree with me, this school can be quite a maze.” The students, including the famous Winx, watched as the new teacher made her way towards the desk, and placed her bag on it before turning around to face her students. “Hello class, I’m Professor Whiteshade, and I am your new teacher specialized in Enchantix.”

While she was introducing herself (Y/N) could feel the eyes of the students observing her. They took in the white floor length dress that she wore, with the black belt across her waist. She could feel their eyes looking at her blond hair that was so pale it almost looked white when the lights hit it in a certain spot. It had been pulled into an intricate bun to keep the hair out of her face. (Y/N) didn't like the look she had currently on, but there have been worse faces she had turned into.

One of the students raised her hand, gaining (Y/N)’s attention who smiled at her. “Yes,-” She glanced down at one of the papers on her desk, pretending not to have seen Bloom before. Valtor had shown her some of the winx in his scrying orb and explained the most important facts she needed to know: like the fact that Bloom was the fairy of the dragon flame. “Bloom, is it?” The red head nodded, before asking her question. “Not to be rude professor, but why are we now suddenly getting this extra class in our curriculum?” 

“Not rude at all, and an understandable question at that. I understand you’re not looking forward to more homework, so I will try to keep it at a minimum. As you all are well aware there is a new threat trying to conquer the magic dimension.” (Y/N) voice got serious as she looked across the room, seeing multiple defeated faces of the fairies who’s home had been affected by Valtor. A good person would have felt bad when she looked at those faces, but (Y/N) knew that sometimes things had to be destroyed for a new world to rise again. A world in which she and Valtor ruled the magic dimension.

“Headmistress Feragonda has asked me to come to Alfea, and teach and guide you students as you learn more about Enchantix in these troubling times. From the information I’ve gotten, two of you have already received your Enchantix.” (Y/N)’s eyes found those of Aisha and Stella, whom she gave a reassuring smile. “You should be proud of yourselves for earning your Enchantix, despite how grave the situation was in which you’ve gotten them.” (Y/N) focused on the class again. Aisha’s and Stella’s expression grew dark as (Y/N) could see the memories of those moments come back to the girls.

“Enchantix isn’t easily gained, it requires great sacrifice. I know of fairies who’ve nearly died in their efforts to earn their Enchantix. And sometimes you need to sacrifice your own happiness and choose to do what’s right because not everything that makes you happy is right.”

~~~

“Are you sure this is the only way?” (Y/n) asked as she looked at the beaten and locked up form of professor Whiteshade, who was currently lying unconscious on the floor. “You know that there is nobody I trust more with this than you.” (Y/N) felt Valtor place his hands on her shoulders as he stood behind her. The two of them were standing in front of Whiteshade’s cell, which was located one floor above Griffins, where Valtor had told her his plan regarding Alfea. “We need to have an inside source, and find the hall of enchantment. They will notice if I or the Trix slip by but they won’t notice you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, knowing he was right, but not really agreeing with the plan.

“I’ve only just returned to you, and you wish to have me leave again.” She muttered, feeling rejected. Valtor quickly turned her around, guiding her by her shoulders. One of his hands grabbed her chin gently between two fingers, and tilted her head up. “That is a cruel thing to say, for you know that is not my intention. I’ve missed you with all my heart, and I dislike this plan as much as you do, but there is nobody I trust more with this than you. And the sooner this is over with, the sooner you can return to me.” Valtor said as he looked into her eyes, and pressed a brief kiss on (Y/N)’s lips. 

A sigh left her lips afterwards as she enjoyed the closeness between them for a moment, knowing that she would have to part from it again so soon, and then she relented. “Alright, I’ll do it.” Valtor smiled at her as he slowly released her from his hold. (Y/N) turned to look at the real professor Whiteshade again, as she whispered a spell, closing her eyes. As soon as the spell had crossed her lips the shadows around them in the room seemed to twist and turn as they started to glide across her body. Through the glimpses of shadow Valtor could see her clothing change from the black dress she wore to a red sundress. Her (Y/H/C) turned into the lightest of blondes. And when the shadows moved away, and (Y/N) opened her eyes, even her eye color had changed. 

She looked almost identical to the professor Whiteshade in the cell, only the trained eye would spot the differences. A mole that wasn’t there where it usually was, a scar that wasn’t there, perhaps a bit more weight on the arms or legs.  (Y/N) had always been able to manipulate the shadows, to make things seem different from what actually, but only small things like books, trinkets or furniture. But during her years with Valtor he had taught her to think bigger, to practice her spells, and now she was almost able to place the spell on almost anything. For everything in the shadows is not what it seems.

~~~

It had been two weeks since (Y/N) had arrived at Alfea and she was annoyed. She knew she was doing important work for Valtor, passing along information from the room of enhancement to Valtor, but those types of things took time. It turned out that Alfea had finally invested in a librarian who took her work seriously. Although it wasn’t difficult for (Y/N) to charm Barbatea, and learn all about the library. But it also meant that Barbatea  knew every nook and cranny, and would know it if things disappeared. So (Y/N) was forced to make copies of some of the lesser important spells, and tried to find substitutes for the more important books and scrolls. (Y/N) was particularly proud of the erotic romance novel she had managed to look like an ancient spell book. Now she just hoped that nobody would open the book. 

After spending seventeen years as a statue, her powers were still on the weaker side. Each week she felt her power grow, and Valtor had helped her by sharing his power. But from the moment she had woken up she had used her magic continuously. Pretending to be Griffin when anybody would try to contact her to keep up the appearance that Cloud Tower was still standing. Or that one time they had intercepted a call from Feragonda to King Radius to ask how things were regarding the fountain, and King Radius had replied that; everything was quiet but they would keep an eye out for anything strange and notify her when they did. And now, (Y/N) had to continue to keep up the appearance as professor Whiteshade, and keep the illusions of the books going even if she wasn’t anywhere near them.

And on top of all that she had to actually teach the students something about Enchantix. The first couple of days (Y/N) had mostly placed the focus on introductions in the class, and to Enchanctix, telling what she knew of Enchantix, but she was running out of information. So one day she had made a parkour course for her Enchantix students, before letting them race the others. To make the students see how much stronger they would become if they earned Enchantix, and why it came with such a heavy price.

But the thing that kept (Y/N) going was the fact that she knew Valtor was growing stronger every time she sent him something through the shadows. And Valtor also seemed to know when to say something to her, even when he couldn’t speak with her.

~~~

It was dark in the library, most of the Alfea students were in bed, as were most of its teachers. Barbatea had just wished (Y/N) goodnight, after (Y/N) had promised the librarian she would lock up behind her, but just wanted to research one more thing before her class tomorrow. (Y/N) had turned off the lights, preferring the light from the moon shining through the windows. (Y/N) always waited half an hour after everybody had left to make sure that Barbatea wouldn’t just reappear. 

When the half hour had passed (Y/N) slowly rose from the chair she had been vacating, and she closed the book she had been reading. From her bag, which was filled with her students' homework to keep up appearances, she grabbed a gardening book that she had taken from the greenhouse earlier today. After placing it on the table right next to the one she had been reading previously, she placed her hands on top of the books, one on each. (Y/N) closed her eyes, and tried to focus. “Mirror image.” She whispered as she felt her magic move beneath her hands. The headache that had been slowly growing bigger these past week, grew stronger with the new spell she casted. 

When (Y/N) opened her eyes she let out a sigh of frustration. It almost looked like the spell had only taken half effect. The title of the spellbook had been transferred to the gardening book, but the flowery cover could still be seen underneath.

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at the ceiling as she took another deep breath, trying to soothe the headache, and focus on the shadows she was already controlling. Her image of professor Whiteshade, and covers of around fifteen books she was trying to keep up, while focusing on creating a new one. If she focused, she could feel the shadow connecting the books together, although weak as it was, it was there. (Y/N) tried to imagine Valtor standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders, placing a kiss on her lips as she had her head tilted backwards. And his words he had whispered to her long ago that fateful day; that she was strong, that she was capable of anything, as long as she remained by his side. 

“I miss you.” (Y/N) confessed to the quiet library, with only the moonlight and the shadows as her company. It had been two weeks of no contact with either Valtor or the Trix. And after only a week with Valtor,before she had gone to Alfea, after being stuck in stone for seventeen years felt like a short time to be together again. But (Y/N) also knew that they would have all the time in the world together once Valtor and her conquer the magic dimension. 

Thinking with their end goal in mind (Y/N) returned her attention back to her task at hand. “Mirror image.” She said again, and this time when she opened her eyes, she had two identical books. Or at least when you didn’t look too closely. Perhaps a tear wasn’t in the place it always was, and maybe the letter R was a different font but didn’t look out of place at first glance. 

(Y/N) stood up and placed the duplicate copy back in the place it belonged, before grabbing the original and walking to a shadowed corner of the library, a place where the moonlight didn’t reach. (Y/N) squatted down and waved her hand, the shadows twisting underneath into a calm whirlpool of shadows. She imagined Cloud Tower, more specially Valtor’s desk, next to the scrying orb as she pushed the book into the shadows, and dropped it. 

(Y/N) stood back up again, and went to turn around when she heard a small thunk, and something hitting her ankle. The shadows had gone quiet again, no longer moving as their mistress had no longer any use of them. But that wasn’t what caught (Y/N)’s attention, for she had expected them to be quiet. No, on the ground near her ankle she saw a small circle with something sticking out of it. 

After picking it up, (Y/N) made her way towards the window. In the moonlight she saw she was holding onto a ring with a small note attached to it. Before (Y/N) studied the ring she opened up the note. It was a small letter, one that would sometimes have been tied to the foot of a bird. The only message on it was; As promised. Two days.

(Y/N) turned her attention towards the ring. It was a ring that was on the wider side. The first thing that caught her attention was how blue it was. When she looked closer she recognized the blue to be some type of coral, from andros more specifically. The whole inside of the ring was made of polished blue coral, the sides inlaid with gold to give it a more delicate effect. A smile came on (Y/N)’s face as she brought the ring to her chest and held it there for a moment. 

Seventeen years ago Valtor had promised her all the jewelry her heart desired when they were rulers of the magic dimension. (Y/N) had mentioned how her sister had gotten a ring from Andros, which had used coral instead of diamonds, and how she had always wanted a ring like that. And how some corals from Andros were worth more than some of the most expensive diamonds. So that was why her sister only had one small part of her ring infused with the coral. In response Valtor had promised she would have the most beautiful ring of Andros one day, even prettier than her sisters. 

(Y/N) remembered how Aisha hadn’t been in class today as there was another attack on Andros. Seemed like Valtor had remembered his promise. With a smile (Y/N) placed the ring around her, or rather professor Whiteshade’s, finger. She tore up the paper and threw it in the trash, making sure nobody would be able to read it, and even then it couldn’t be traced back to her. With renewed strength (Y/N) made her way out of the library, and towards her bedroom.

~~~

That had been two days ago. It was now Saturday, and everybody, teachers and students, were free to do as they pleased today. But (Y/N) had been on edge the whole day, just waiting for something to happen. She kept herself busy by making sure all her shadows were still where she needed them to be, and keeping her head ache to a minimum. But she did all that from the solitude of her bedroom. (Y/N) was in the habit of keeping her curtains almost closed, not a fan of the burning daylight. 

Her attention was pulled when the small streak of light that came from the crack in between the curtains turned dark. Opening her curtains she could see storm clouds gathering above Alfea as it started to rain. If (Y/N) hadn’t suspected something was amiss, the fact that the magic barrier was going up was a definite sign.

Relief and excitement coursed through (Y/N)’s body. Relief that her stay in Alfea would finally be over, and excitement to know the future that will be waiting for them. (Y/N) stepped out of her room and ran into professor Palladium and professor Wizgiz who had also been residing in their chambers. The tree of them ran up towards one of the rooftops, knowing that Faragonda had gone there to activate the barrier. “Miss Faragonda!” Professor Palladium called out to her, gaining her attention.

“Brace yourself. The lighting is bewitched, and clearly the work of Valtor.” Faragonda warned them as she turned to look back in the sky. Up in the storm clouds the mark of Valtor had appeared, whenever the lighting struck it grew brighter. Faragonda turned her attention back to the professors at her side. “Keep your eyes open, be prepared,-” “Look, he’s using the witches from Cloud Tower.” Professor Wizgiz said, pointing towards the storm cloud. Professor Wizgiz was right. From the storm clouds, they’re hands outstretched came the lighting that had previously been in the clouds. The lighting struck the magical barrier, and with Valtor controlling them the magic of the witches was a lot stronger than they’d normally had, making the barrier fall apart.

Faragonda turned back around to face her colleagues. “Alright, get the girls. They’ll need our help, and we’ll need theirs.” Faragonda said with confidence before she was hit with lighting from behind. Luckily with everything going on it just seemed like professor Whiteshade stepped away from the blast to protect herself, and certainly not because she didn’t feel the need to catch the headmistress. (Y/N) had to give credit where credit was due, and Faragonda quickly got back up again. “Alright, you two,-” Faragonda looked in the direction of the professor's Palladium and Wizgiz. “Gather all the fairies and prepare for battle.” The two professors ran off as the barrier fully broke, and tiny glittering pieces fell down the sky. 

Then Faragonda looked professor Whiteshade in the eyes. “Go to the library and don’t let any of the information get into the wrong hands.” (Y/N) turned to walk towards the library when she heard Faragonda call out her lover’s name, which made her stop in her tracks. Faragonda was way too focused on Valtor who came down from the sky to notice that she had stopped.

Valtor landed with two feet on the ground, arms folded together in front of his chest. “We meet again, Faragonda, it has been a while.” Valtor smiled as he tilted his head slightly sideways, almost as if he pitied the woman standing in front of him. “You’ve grown old.” He added chuckling. For the briefest of moments (Y/N) saw his eyes go over Faragonda’s shoulder in her direction, before returning towards the furious headmistress.

“You’ve bewitched the girls from Cloud Tower.” She accused before throwing a spell at him in her anger. Valtor managed to easily catch the spell with his hand, before throwing it back in Faragonda’s direction, which managed to hit her in the chest. Faragonda flew backwards towards the edge of the roof, hitting the brick wall. She landed close to (Y/N), who was now calmly inspecting the spectacle. Now that Faragonda could see that professor Whiteshade had remained standing, (Y/N) could see the clogs in her head turning. “I’ve always been known to be rather persuasive.” Valtor said, walking closer towards them as (Y/N) slowly started to make his way towards him. “No, no!” Faragonda muttered, almost shocked, as realization slowly started to dawn on her.  “Or should I say, we are very persuasive.” 

“I suppose we are.” (Y/N) chuckled, as she let herself drop the image of professor Whiteshade for a moment. With each blink of Faragonda’s eyes a different person was standing next to Valtor. One moment in her place stood the professor, then Griffin, and then King Radius , and with the next blink shadows circled around the woman standing next to Valtor, revealing the woman lying behind the shadows, beneath all the false faces she created. A smile on her lips that Faragonda knew all too well from many years ago, then the professor was back in place but the smile still remained. “Well, as fun as this little reunion is, I was under strict orders to make sure the information in the library would not fall under the wrong hands.” (Y/N) told Valtor, who matched the smile on her face. 

“Well then, you better get going. Faragonda and I have a lot of catching up to do anyway.” 

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D20 [E. M]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: Eddie and Max play an innocent game that inevitably ends up focusing on you.

A/N: I really like to imagine that Max and Eddie could have been good friends, so here's a short one. I hope you like it!

Eddie rubbed his eyes as he walked to the door to attend to the knocking. It was pouring rain outside, who the hell could it be?

"Red" he greeted lazily. It was his youngest neighbor, Max, who had taken shelter from the rain on the porch of the trailer.

"My mom isn’t here and I don't have a key, can I stay here?" she asked, to which Eddie nodded and stepped aside to let her pass. After both of them had been nearly killed by Vecna ​​they had grown closer, a friendship blossoming from their common trauma. Eddie sometimes took the girl to school and had visits from her like this on occasion, while he had even learned to play some of Kate Bush on his acoustic guitar for her to listen to. He felt good having the girl around, as he had always wanted a younger sister and somehow he could see her as that.

“Do you want something to eat for dinner?” Eddie asked, pulling a couple of grapes from a fruit bowl to pop into his mouth. Thank Wayne and God at least there was never a shortage of food in that house (or trailer, rather).

"I ate something at Lucas's house"

"Huh, so you were with Sinclair," he sneered and inevitably she blushed "He stopped being a jerk yet?"

"Not yet, but... it's less so now"

"It's less so now," he repeated with amusement. He didn't want to push her too hard so he just flopped down on the couch next to her, not mentioning anything else on the subject. Before she arrived, he was writing a song for the band so he took the notebook back to check how he could improve the lyrics, but the truth was that he abandoned it after a few minutes. He was racking his brains to find something good, but he knew inspiration would come at some point, no pressure. "Do you want to play something?" he murmured, hoping that with that they could beat the boredom.

"Play what?" Eddie held up a finger as a request that she wait and dashed into her room to find a small black and red D20. “No! You know I don't like D&D."

"I know you don't like it, it's not that," he laughed. He motioned for her to come over to the bar and sit in front of him, “We're going to say random things, and then we're going to throw it. If a natural 20 comes up, we have to do it,” he explained. It was simple, nothing dangerous and fun, so she nodded at the idea.

"And what do I have to say?"

"I don't know, whatever you want," he exclaimed as she shrugged. Max thought about it for a moment and then spoke again.

"If I roll a natural 20, you... you're going to go out in the rain for a minute." she rolled the dice on the bar and when she stopped there was a 3 on the top face of it.

“My turn,” Eddie said, taking the object and shaking it in his hand. “If I roll a natural 20, you're going to steal Mike's lunch on Monday.” The girl laughed and nodded as Eddie rolled the dice. This time a 9 came up.

So they went on, beginning with small things, for a long time. The challenges ranged from wearing ridiculous clothes to school to ruining beloved Steve Harrington's hair, but luckily only a couple of those had come to fruition. At some point Max's eyes lit up at an idea and she smirked at the boy.

“If I roll a natural 20, you have to call Y/N and tell her you like her”

Eddie froze at this, not even daring to breathe at the sound of your name. Oh, how could he begin to describe you? He and you had started talking, like most of his new friends, thanks to the disaster that had threatened Hawkins. Chrissy's death in the school gym had shocked everyone and although there was no relationship, most had harshly judged Hellfire under the allegation that they ‘were a cult’ and practiced all that satanic shit. And that's where you came to the rescue, willing to even fight with blows with those who messed with your children. You were very protective of the underage group, and luckily for Eddie, you were also protective of him, even though you barely knew him. Inevitably he got mixed up in the 'Upside Down' stuff and that's how you formally introduced yourself. It had been months since, for reasons still unknown to you, Eddie had saved you and Dustin from a demobat attack and the rest is history.

But he had never discussed his feelings for you with anyone. If he had, he'd probably tell her that he'd felt that way for many years, when he'd seen you sometime in high school, and that he'd been trying to bury that silly crush deep inside his being. But sometimes it was impossible for him, especially when he looked at you in the corridors looking so pretty, with that smile that drove him crazy.

The idea that someone knew how in love he was with you terrified him and in the panic of the moment, he understood that Max wasn't stupid. Any movement would simply give him away.

"And why would I say that?" he murmured, trying not to stutter, as he drummed his fingers on the bar.

"So you deny that it's true?" she responded nimbly, narrowing her eyebrows in his direction. Eddie was silent for a moment and shook his head.

“I don't know what you're talking about” he answered nervously and she laughed.

"Don't be a liar, I've seen how you look at her"

"What?" he half screeched "And how do I look at her?"

“With those goofy eyes of yours. And then your eyelashes flutter like you're a flirtatious schoolgirl”

"Shut up!" he laughed, nudging the redhead slightly. "That's not true."

“Of course it is, we all know that,” she exclaimed with amusement, but that made Eddie's heart clench a little.

"Are you serious?" he asked sadly. He didn't want you to think he was weird or depraved or anything like that and his friend finding out so quickly worried him.

“Well, by everyone I mean just Dustin and me. Maybe Robin and if she knows so does Steve, who probably told Nancy…”

"Okay, I got it, everyone knows I'm head over heels in love with Y/N."

"So you admit it?"

"Mayfield!" he complained, pouting. "Just forget it, it's stupid and she'd never pay attention to me." Eddie snorted, visibly sad.

“Oh, c’mon, don't be discouraged. I know you're not the best and you smell a little ugly but maybe she can get to like you” he tried to encourage him, but Eddie let out an offended laugh “Listen, we've rolled the dice so many times and it's never come up a 20, what could happen?” the younger murmured, holding out the dice to her friend. "Just do it, just like I ate that horrible thing you had in the fridge," she practically demanded.

Eddie sighed and took the dice in his hands to shake it a couple of times before throwing it on the table. One, two, three turns and he finally stopped.

20.

“It has to be a joke,” Eddie groaned, staring in disbelief at the result.

"Well, I guess it's fate, Munson," Max sneered. The boy was pale because he knew perfectly well that his friend wouldn’t forgive him for the dare.

“But how am I going to tell her? It's going to be super weird, she's going to freak out!" he muttered worriedly, unconsciously biting off a piece of his fingernail.

“Just call her and explain that you want to tell her something, and tell her. It’s not complicated” 

“Easy for you to say,” he screeched. The two of them argued for a bit until Max practically forced him to comply, after all it had been his idea of ​​the game in the first place.

“I don't know her phone number, to begin with.” He tried to excuse himself, but Max recited it from memory. Both your number and Steve's and of course her mother's were engraved in her brain for emergencies.

Eddie took a deep breath as he punched in the digits and with each passing second, he became more convinced that this was a terrible idea. But Max was right, he had to comply and he wasn't going to look stupid in front of a girl.

"Hello?" your soft voice asked. He jumped when he heard you and froze "Is anyone there?"

“Hello, Y/N”

"Eddie?" you murmured at his stutter "How did you get my number?" you said from the other side of the line. You sounded a little confused but the truth was that you were just curious. Eddie was a company you were enjoying a lot lately, always being goofy and pretty without even trying.

"Max…" he exclaimed, but his response sounded more like a question.

"What happened to her? She is fine?"

"Yes, she is wonderful" he continued, avoiding at all costs having to make his confession. But Maxine’s questioning look across the bar didn't help much. "But I asked her because… huh, well… I wanted to tell you something important."

“Oh, something important?” you asked and he nodded, wanting to punch himself realizing you couldn't see him. Max obviously laughed at this. "Sure, tell me," you exclaimed cheerfully, even if you hadn't received a verbal response. That was when Eddie felt his palms sweat and a knot form in his stomach. How could he say that he liked you? "Ed?"

"I'm here," he exclaimed shakily. Shit, he was just going to say it “I just wanted to tell you that I really like you… rrr hair”

Max looked at him in confusion and Eddie closed his eyes as he let his head fall back. He had chickened out at the last moment and just hoped he hadn't sounded too stupid, which he probably had.

“My hair?” you exclaimed, hearing yourself confused even through the phone.

“Hjm” he hummed “And I wanted to ask you what product you use because it always looks so soft and silky and I would love mine to look like that”

"Oh," you exhaled, still a little weirded out by things. That wasn’t the direction that Eddie would have wanted for the talk, but it would be necessary to improvise “I use a shampoo and a conditioner of the same brand, in addition to drying it after I shower. But my hair is a bit straighter than yours, pretty, that's why it looks like this."

"Super, you can tell me where you bought it later and I'll go get them" he mumbled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him pretty "Thank you very much, Y/N"

“Did you call me in the middle of the night just to ask me what hair product I use?” you said amused, letting out a giggle that wasn't meant to be mocking. Eddie also laughed on the other end of the phone.

“I'm sorry, you know when I have something on my mind, I can't get it out of my head” he apologized. Max, who was witnessing everything, was looking at him with murderous eyes.

“Your curls are cute either way. I like them"

"Really?" he said, with one of the goofiest smiles.

"Yes. Even if you want…”

"Yeah?"

“There are some products to define curls and if you want to invest in something that would be a good option. I can accompany you one day”

"Please. I only know the 5-in-1 shampoo that my uncle buys” he confessed and you burst out laughing.

"You need urgent help then," I snorted, making him laugh softly. There was a short silence and although neither of you could see each other each had a loving smile.

"Thanks again. Have a good night"

"Rest, Eddie"

“You too,” he said, and even though he didn't want to do it he had to hang up. He didn't need more than a glance from his redheaded friend to start whimpering “I panicked! Okay? And technically I told her… in a roundabout way, but I did.”

“You’re a complete fool”

"Someday I'm going to tell her, don't push me" he snorted, walking to the couch and flopping down "Forget that stupid game, come and pick a movie, and don't say anything anymore" he groaned as he crossed his arms. Max just shook his head in amusement and did as he asked, not saying a word about it.

After all, she knew that, with a little effort, that boy could finally tell you how he felt about you. Someday he would.

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[jacobsbigmelons]

Jacob and a male reader trying out bondage???

lord no one can stop me now

Tied up

Jacob Custos x Male Reader

cw: Nsfw with some fluff aspects, it’s okay to laugh and be casual during sexy time yall. Bondage, Reader tied up, 69’ing, Facefucking, good ol missionary.

Jacob opened the door to your guys’s apartment, the cloudy skies making the dark living room appear more gloomy than it actually was. Jacob groaned as he stretched his arms out, his arms maneuvering out of an oversized sweater as he held it in his hand, his black T-shirt underneath finally getting to breath a bit. Before he left a random paper on the nearby table caught his attention. Of course his curiosity got the better of him as he picked it up to read.

Hey Jacob

I know you’ve been stressed a bit recently and I wanted to see if I could possibly help with that. So if you will, come to the bedroom and I could possibly help with that. <3

It didn’t take Jacob long to understand the motives behind your letter, he took the opportunity to readjust the cap on his head as a sly grin appeared on his face. His footsteps moving quickly to the door of your bedroom where his beloved awaited, though as he opened the door it wasn’t what he was expecting as all.

You were on the bed, legs beautifully bound with dark red rope as they danced all around your body. The only issue was the fact that you were still struggling with tying your arms the way you wanted considering you would kinda need another person for that and unfortunately you don’t possess any telekinetic abilities to help move rope for you.

Jacob opened the door as you two stared at one another. You had a casual look to you as you tried to hide the embarrassment and panic, did Jacob not like what he saw considering you never finished up? He let out a playful scoff and he put his fist to his mouth to hide a laugh.

“What’re you laughing at?!” You said slightly offended as Jacob closed the gap between you two “nothing, it’s just you’re trying to tie your arm up with…one arm” his tone sounding playful and not malicious as he kneeled in front of you. “Maybe you’d like a boyfriends hand in helping? I mean i’m alright with knots so I can try.” He said a lot more softly as you both smiled at one another. “That would be nice…sorry I couldn’t finish up sooner” If you could you would’ve been scratching the back of your neck in embarrassment.

“You look good all…wrapped up? tied up? I don’t really know what applies here.” He said as you told him where you wanted the ropes to go, as well as letting him know how tight you wanted each knot. After a few trial and errors you finally were all tied up in beautiful crimson patterns the rope created, everything looked symmetrical like how a mandala would look.

Jacob ran his hands across your body, the silky ropes giving the little exploration a nice feel to it. He stood back up as he was standing right in front of you, you gazed up at him, his touch delicate but straight to the point. He looped his fingers around the ropes around the waist as he turned you from the knelt position you were in to lay you on your back, as your head hanged off the edge of the bed. Your legs did the best they could to get comfortable despite being tied up together.

From your point of view all you saw was the very apparent tent that came from Jacobs sweatpants that were now in front of you though you weren’t complaining. His fingers found their way into your mouth as you sucked them for as long as he left them there, he eventually pulled his fingers out as he left his thumb on your top lip before his hands made way to the cuff of his pants.

“Any ideas what I could do to this mouth of yours?” Jacob said while toying with his pants, almost like he wanted to give a hint to what he wanted to do but he wanted to hear you say it. “You should fuck my mouth big guy.” Jacobs eyebrows perked up from the name you called him as he finally removed his sweats. You licked your lips a bit as Jacob put his weight of his bottom half onto your face as he began to thrust into your mouth, going slow but eventually faster and faster.

You were more surprised by the sudden warm feeling on your own cock as he began to suck you off as he was pounding your face more and more sloppily. After awhile he pulled out to let you catch your breath as you took the time to lick around his shaft, even the balls too. His moaning and raspy groaning only fueling the need for him back in your mouth. He didn’t let up on sucking on you as you tried to thrust more and more into his mouth despite the bindings wrapping around your lower half.

He pulled your cock out of his mouth, hands still holding the base of it as he stood back up in front of you. “Impatient?” he teased as he helped turn you around onto your back. “Shut up, gotta do what I can with ropes on” You said back with a slight attempt to shrug. “Look I gotta feel that ass up before i bust dud- uh babe” he corrected himself as he began untying you as if you were a present underneath a christmas tree.

“Did you just dude me before we’re about to fuck?” you laughed while staring at the handsome sight of your boyfriend. “Uh. No. I corrected myself actually so no. No i didn’t” his brow furrowed slightly as he scooted you up more on the bed as he lifted your legs up and put them over his shoulder. “Pff, actually I correcte- oh f-fuck you could’ve wa-warned me oh shitt~” you moaned out as you but your lip as Jacob held a tight grip on your thighs. “Ohhh~ oh my goddd you’re so tight fuckfuck” he said, his voice wavering a bit with each thrust.

“Fu-fuck Jake I- I think i’m clo~ ohhfucking shit dude” you said as the adrenaline began to make its way to you, Jacob clearly saw but he was already kind of close with how good your throat satisfied him earlier. He was thrusting very quickly now, the snacks happening between you two, possibly could be heard by the neighboring apartments but who cared. All he cared about was fucking you senseless.

“Oh fuck! Oh…oh shit.” Jacob panted as he slowed down a lot, a warm feeling overtaking your lower half. He looked at you his hands unconsciously moved to hold onto the ropes around your torso almost like handles at some point. Though the ropes plus your chest were also filled with cum at this point. You both heaved as quiet curses came from the both of you. “You also called me dude, dude.”

“Shut up Jake” You both laughed a bit as you recovered your breath, as you two finished off with soft kisses to one another. As Jacob delicately removed the beautifully woven ropes from your body.

[antiromanticbaby]

Roses - Lucifer

Crown Prince! Lucifer x GN!Reader

[✧] ー Just a short scenario with soft Luci <3 set in victorian era. Reader is GN because my man doesn't care about gender. Let's imagine love between the same sex wasn't taboo, alright? Danke :3

[✧] ー Reader is also innocent and of course, adhered to the society's beliefs and etiquette. (Did I use the word 'adhere' correctly? My first time doing it and it's so late already goodness me.)

Summary: Lucifer wishes to give his lovely betrothed a sweet little kiss. But it seems like they're not really up for it. Oh well, his beloved has a very endearing idea to solve this problem.

The two of you had been courting for a while now, and had yet to share any intimate moment. It was given of course. The both of you had decided to keep everything until your wedding. That way, it would be more special. It would hold much more meaning than something either of you could get anytime they wished.

Being engaged to the crown prince seemed perfect from afar, but it was harder than what it looked. Eyes were on you n matter where you went, and danger lurked around anywhere you stepped at. It was only natural for the crown to have enemies too, no matter how silent they were. But at the end of the day, the stress was worth it. Both for you, and your Lucifer.

"Is it appropriate for us to be alone like this, dearest?" You asked, gazing around at the private garden of his castle. You had heard from many of those servants just how mesmerizing the garden was, designed and cared after by Lucifer himself, but you had never seen it on your own. At least, not until now. The garden was truly a sight, with black and red flowers filling the ground, and the trees full of colorful blossoms. Even the rest of decoration, such as the marble fountain and the vases added to the garden's beauty.

Still, it was no appropriate for an engaged couple to be alone together without the supervision of an elder. You looked back at Lucifer, awaiting his reply. You didn't want to get on his nerves, but you knew that he cared about etiquette a lot too.

"Do not worry yourself, precious." He spoke calmly, putting an arm around your waist with a hint of possessiveness as he guided you to the center and near the fountain. "I just wished to have a private moment with my lovely betrothed."

You nodded, not that calmed down by his way of reassuring you. It wasn't long before you had let go of his arm and began admiring all the different and magical kinds of flowers in his garden. Of course, you didn’t expect any less of a private garden that was only for Lucifer, your beloved fiance. A certain rose caught your eyes in the midst of black roses and flowers. It had fallen down from its place, not having the natural glow of other roses but having its own kind of messages. Like a deep story hidden within those red petals. You bent down, picking it up and staring at it lovingly. 

Lucifer couldn’t help but gaze at you as you stared at the fallen rose, wondering what you were thinking that had you so deep in thought. He stepped a little closer, peering at the rose. He saw nothing special with the fallen rose, unlike you. 

“Your eyes.” You looked up from the rose and towards him, handing the rose to him. Fallen, like your fallen star. Red, like his ruby eyes. And magnifying, even at its worst.  “It is the same shade as your eyes, Lucifer.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows lifted up as he took the rose from you. Although he couldn’t help but smile when you said that. You were such a lovely little creature, always thinking of him before everything else. His eyes moved from the rose towards you, stepping even closer. Close enough to make you just slightly uncomfortable. You wouldn’t push him away, though, as you did crave his touch as much as he craved yours. “How very observant, beloved. Would you like me to speak of my own observations?” 

He then put the rose behind your ear, making sure the thorns wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t help but find your innocent smile lovely, in that moment.The Elegant prince cupped your cheeks, the pair of red roses residing in his eyes looking into your own gems. "You look so precious, love. Did you know that?” 

You knew where this was headed. He wanted to tease you, make you blush, and have you a stuttering mess. You then noticed his loving gaze on your lips and not your eyes. He continued. “May I kiss you, my sweet?” 

"But... it is not appropriate..." You whispered softly. But you had an idea how to do it, not to disappoint your fiance. You wanted that kiss too, after all, even if you would never admit it. You brought the rose out of your hair and put it on your lips, looking into his eyes softly. “Let us do it this way for now, until the day the bells of matrimony ring above us.” 

Lucifer opened his eyes in surprise, as he saw the red rose on your lips. It was something he never expected and he was both surprised and pleased to see that you still cared for your innocence and proper etiquette, even so much so that you wouldn't let just anyone get a taste of your lips, not even your soon to be spouse. Lucifer then smiled warmly, while still caressing your cheek. "Thank you, my beloved. You are right, this isn't appropriate, but a rose like yourself deserves a kiss nonetheless." 

Lucifer then pressed his lips gently against the rose, his hands holding yours as you held on the rose’s stem. 

A sweet and innocent kiss, for his true love. For his beloved betrothed, and the one he chose to share his life with. As soon as he pulled away, he put the rose back on your hair like a hairpin. You were truly his, and he was glad to have such a caring little betrothed on his side. He grasped both of your hands and brought them to his lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of them. 

“Until the bells of matrimony ring above us, my darling. I shall only wait and dream of that day.” 

Check it out! [cursed records] [sweet dreams] [heavenless]

[wandabear]

COME UNDONE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: Wanda is a 32-year-old, a divorced mother who hasn’t opened herself up to the opportunity to love again. She met Y/N but the 7 year age difference made her feel guilty… until she end up being victim of Thanos’ snap while Y/N stayed. What if Wanda never joined the Avengers? Her parents left Sokovia when Wanda and Pietro were little, achieving the dream of living in USA.

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chapter 1 - chapter 2 - chapter  3 & 4 - chapter  5 - chapter  6 -   chapter 7 - chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 FINALE

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

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“You didn't see that coming?...”

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That voice. She could recognize that voice anywhere, that man who had been by her side since she was born.

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Pietro.

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Those teary green eyes, her red lips trembled. Pietro lay in front of her touching his chest, although the bullet wounds were all over his body. A trickle of blood fell from the corner of his mouth.

But his look was the worst, he watched her in a disturbing way.

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“Pietro…” Wanda whispered, taking a step forward but suddenly someone approached, blocking her way. A beautiful brunette. Oh, how much she adored that woman since the day Wanda met her. Now, she was looking at her like she felt sorry for her.

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“He was killed by Ultron, wasn't he?” Monica Rambeau asked, looking at her with sorrow while Pietro kept looking at her in the same creepy way.  Her sister-in-law and her beloved brother, completely different from what she knew them.

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Wanda frowned and shook her head, starting to back away but suddenly another Pietro appeared behind her, making her jump.

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“I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason at all.” The second Pietro told her quite annoyed, the three of them looked at her as if she were something strange or foreign to that place.

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“You have everything under control, don't you?” Natasha's hoarse voice made her turn around. A gasp slipping away from her lips, Natasha's face was beaten up, she looked sad and defeated. Strangely she wore a black suit with a black widow logo, apparently she was a hero in another universe.

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But the worst thing was seeing the blood behind Nat’s head, the crimson blood. Wanda covered her mouth,, trying to silence the scream. Her best friend was in front of her, dying, but her gaze was still the same as the others.

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“This is not real, it is not real.” Wanda shook her head and repeated the following words to herself over and over again. “It's not my life. It’s not mine. It’s hers.”

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“That doesn't make it any better, does it?”  They all said, the people she loved surrounded her and got closer, asking her why she let them die or why she abandoned them. Her children screaming ‘mom!’ as they crawled on the ground, slowly disappearing and turning to ashes.

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“You left me die in Sokovia.”

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“You left me die in Westview.”

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“You left me die in Vormir.”

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“No! I didn’t do it! It wasn’t me!” The redhead yelled, shaking her head but it was useless, those people began to harass her and chase her like haunted souls.

All those murmurs drowned her in a deep misery.

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“Wanda.” A very distant voice interrupted that awful moment, as if it were a hand pulling her out of a stormy ocean. That voice called out to her again.

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“Wanda!” It was heard again. The redhead looked around her but those hideous versions of their loved ones didn't allow her to see, she was getting smaller and everything was darker.

She couldn't move, couldn't scream.

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“Wanda!” For the last time Y/N called her, and this time she managed to get her out of that nightmare.

The redhead woke up agitated, her heart beating so hard that she felt a sharp pang of pain.

Y/N tried to touch Wanda's shoulder but was surprised when Wanda moved a little scared, as if she was afraid she was going to hurt her.

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“Babe, are you okay? You were having a nightmare again and I couldn't wake you up.” Concerned, Y/N settled next to Wanda willing to help but not suffocate her. She wanted to give the Sokovian some space, this wasn't a normal nightmare. Not at all.

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Wanda nodded quickly again and sat on the bed. She covered her face trying to calm down, the tears that fell down her face were so real; the anguish she still felt in her chest.

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“Wanda…” Y/N turned on the bedside lamp.

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But Wanda just watched her hands, not even paying attention to what Y/N was saying. She just kept quiet, lost and scared.

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“Wanda, please...” The brunette tried once more. “You have to tell me what's going on.”

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The Sokovian only shook her head and dried her tears, those adorable green eyes showing the anguish she felt.

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“It's just... too painful.”

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“Is it about your variant?” Y/N dared to take her hand, this time Wanda didn't take it away. They entwined their fingers, joining once more. “The Scarlet Witch…”

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“I remember when she possessed my body, I felt as if… as if everything was taken from me, as if something… invaded my body. She took my life.” Wanda took the courage to speak, hoping that her voice wouldn't break. “Not being able to do anything, you just feel locked in my own body... and that's not the worst.”

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“All her memories come to me in dreams.  I used to have dreams but now… every night is the same nightmare. And…” Wanda shook her head, trying to erase those painful images but it was impossible, she just ended up crying. “They’re so painful, Y/N.”

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Y/N looked into the green eyes of her beloved, terror and sorrow, Y/N could see how broken she was. “I can't believe that she went through all that, because… I don't know if I could do it. I-” Wanda’s  voice and her lips trembled at the imminent crying. “Please don't let me go so far.”

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Feeling her heart was sinking into the depths of the ocean, that's how it felt to see Wanda so broken. The brunette ended up hugging her tightly.

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“Oh, my love…” Y/N cooed.

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Wanda allowed herself to hug Y/N and bury her face in her chest while Y/N caressed her hair slowly, leaving soft forehead kisses.

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“I saw them die, all of them, and I couldn't do anything. My parents, Pietro, Natasha, my children… they all left me. And you weren't there, Y/N…” Wanda whimpered, closing her eyes and hugging Y/N even closer. “I don’t want to be without you.”

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Wanda never walked away. Y/N spent the whole night comforting, listening and caressing her. Whispering the most loving words Wanda has ever heard. Giving her all the support she needed in that melancholic night. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ This had to end at some point, right? That's what she thought, but it was the third week where Wanda couldn't sleep, where the nightmares wouldn't let her go on.

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But the days passed and the sokovian didn't seem to get better, it even seemed to get worse. Those adorable green eyes that showed her joy constantly now looked miserable, something had stolen that light. And Y/N was deeply afraid that she would begin to fall down that deep dark hole, and embrace the darkness.

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'Do you want to have dinner together today? I invite you wherever you want. If you don't want to go out, I can cook for you...' sent to Wanda.

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'I'm sorry, detka. I'm not feeling in the mood today, okay? Sorry. Maybe tomorrow. - Received from Wanda.

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'Of course, luv. Don't worry, if you need anything you know I'm here...' Sent to Wanda.

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Y/N sighed a bit sad, which her friend noticed quickly.

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“How's Wanda doing?” Jules's voice snapped Y/N out of her thoughts. They both entered the rest room for doctors, luckily there was no one but a doctor sleeping really deep.

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"Sad." Y/N sighed and sat down, opening some chips she'd bought from the vending machine. Jules handed her a bottle of fruit juice and kept one. “She's really down, Jules.”

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“Natasha told me that Wanda was avoiding her. Also, you haven't stopped eating junk food all week. That’s really serious.” Jules looked at her worried. For two weeks now, Wanda didn’t come to see her or bring some lunch as she used to do. That was beginning to worry the people who knew her at the hospital.

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“I never saw her like this, Wanda was always so… cheerful, even when she had the worst. This is different.”

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“And this is because…” Jules began trying to find the right words so she didn't end up screwing everything up. “A version of her called Crimson…”

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“Scarlet Witch!”

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“Scarlet Witch, yes, that one… That other ‘Wanda’ came and possessed her and…?” Jules tried to explain but it was even hard to understand what the heck happened.

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“Jules…”

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“Are you sure you weren't imagining it? It's okay, I haven't smoked a joint since I was in high school, but-”

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“JULES!” Y/N said again, turning so fast that some chips went flying. “If you say it one more time I SWEAR I WILL…”

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“Easy, bear. I was kidding! Of course I believe you.” Jules raised her hands, seeking peace. “There's a woman who's swinging through the city on cobwebs, a guy who's wearing a devil outfit. Of course I believe you about other universes!”

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“Thank you.” Y/N sighed and nodded, maybe she was too sensitive lately.

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“It's just… what you told me, she must have experienced stuff that no one else has. Thinking that everyone you love will die is not easy, but she saw it.” Her skin crawled just thinking about it. “She felt it all… if that happened to me I would either be shaking like a scared baby leaf or really pissed of. How would you feel?”

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After thinking about it again, Y/N nodded.

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“Yeah, you're right. It's like she can't move on, like she's frozen… Those memories are torturing her because she felt it.”

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“You have to do something.” Jules said worriedly, she cut her huge sandwich in two and gave half to Y/N. “We have to do something. She doesn't deserve this…”

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Y/N nodded and took a bite of that sandwich, sharing some fries with Jules as well.

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“And that sad-evil-Wanda told you something about her universe? Who are we in that universe? What if I'm a worm? Would you love me if I were a worm?”

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“She didn't tell me much, maybe that's why. We are worms.”

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Little by little, she opened her eyes trying to get used to the sunlight. A big weight on her chest; Wanda stayed in the bed for a while.

She didn't want to step foot out of that bed, she didn't even want to wake up that day but she had to. Sighing heavily, Wanda got up so she could go to the bathroom and find something to eat, walking like her feet weighed a ton.

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The good thing was that the twins were with Vision, he understood that she needed space for herself.

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“Who’s there? It’s you or it’s really me?” Wanda  asked herself against her mirror, noticing dark circles under her eyes. “I don't know anymore.”

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She swallowed, what if that evil witch was hiding behind those green eyes? That woman who came to take away her safety and make her know what deep fear was. She didn't feel safe in her own body anymore.

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She sat on the couch  to enjoy some cereal and an episode of 'The Office' when someone knocked on the door.

The sokovian gasped and got up from the couch to open the door. And seeing that woman on the other side didn't surprise Wanda at all, maybe just didn't think she'd see her right now.

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“What are you doing here?” Wanda rolled her eyes when that woman walked into her house without further ado. “I told you I didn't want to go out.”

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“Yeah, I read it.” Natasha took off her jacket. “But I didn't give a damn.”

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The redhead looked around, the house that Wanda used to have immaculate and perfect now was completely turned upside down. The mess, some bowls on the coffee table in front of the tv and some blankets and pillows on the couch.

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“Watching 'The Office' again?” Nat nodded at the Tv. “The wedding episode again, Wanda? Come on.”

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“Leave me alone.” Wanda grunted and stopped the episode, dropping the remote on the couch. “Nat, listen, you know I love you, you’re my sister and I don't want you to be mad at me but I want to be alone.”

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“Wanda, I love you very much, but fuck off.” Natasha dropped onto the couch and crossed her arms, she wasn’t going to move from that spot. “I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong with you and why.”

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“Nat, please…”

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“No, Wanda.” Natasha was final. “You completely changed out of nowhere. You don't talk to me anymore, you don't answer my calls, you don't want to tell me what's wrong. You don't want to leave your house, and you’re not telling me WHY.”

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“I can't tell you…” the Sokovian murmured, lowering her gaze, feeling a deep guilt cutting her heart.

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“Why not?” Natasha's eyes made Wanda hesitate. You could see the pain, her sister was avoiding her.  “You don’t trust me?”

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How could she not tell everything to her best friend? To the person who was in her best and worst moments. Natasha was her sister, her best friend since High School, the one that supported Wanda when she decided to leave law school or the one who supported her when she made the decision to divorce Vision without criticizing her. The one who held her hand when the pregnancy contractions came. Natasha Romanoff.

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“It's complicated.”

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“I know complicated, because since we were girls you have never ignored me. It doesn't matter how bad it is.” Nat tried one more time, maybe, Wanda could finally open up. She was so close.

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“And not just me, I thought you wanted to even marry Y/N someday, you told me that a month ago.” Nat shook her head.  “Now you’re avoiding her too. Are you playing with her again?”

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“NO! Of course not!”

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“Then tell me, Wanda. She loves you, but I bet she's losing her mind too. She’s afraid too.”

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“Okay…” Wanda swallowed. “I’ll talk… But to listen to this you need some coffee or lots of vodka and so do I.”

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Nodding quickly, Natasha watched as Wanda was going to the kitchen, dragging her pink slippers.

The russian took out her phone to send a message to Jules and tell her that Wanda finally seemed to open up, when someone knocked on the door.

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“Wanda, are you waiting for someone?” She yelled and Wanda answered quickly:

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“No, can you open it for me? I am a mess!”

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“Okay!” Natasha got up from the couch and went to the door to see who was the person she was constantly knocking.

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Opening the door a bit annoyed, Natasha found a found a teenager, with black hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a denim jacket with some pins on it, quite youthful and adorable.

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“Hi.” America greeted smiling, showing those big pearls.   “Oh, my! You’re Natasha Romanoff!”

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“Yeah...” Nat frowned and smiled somewhat confused. Although nothing surprised her about America anymore, she was a pretty adorable but wild girl. “If you are looking for Wanda's kids, they’re with her dad this weekend…”

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“It's really nice to meet you.” America Chavez smiled widely and shook her hand quickly, so excited, not caring too much about the Russian's confused face.

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The girl came into the house and whispered a 'woooah' as she looked around, for the first time.

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“Wanda come here, I found a stoned child on your door!”

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Wanda went back downstairs quite confused.

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“America! How are you, honey?” The sokovian seemed worried. “Everything is okay?”

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“You... Do you know me?” America now was even more confused than Wanda, really surprised. How was it possible? She had never met a version of her in the vast multiverse. Was that possible? Was that real?

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“Yes...” Wanda looked at Natasha, now she understood very well what Natasha was saying.

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“Stoned as fuck?” Nat shrugged.

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“Clearly. America, sweetie, have you been smoking something with your friends, don't you?” Wanda narrowed her eyes and invited the kid to sit down, trying to look as calm and supportive as possible. “You know that Laufeyson kid isn't a good influence. He's wild but you have a whole future ahead of you, you can't throw away your life... you'll almost go to college! You can smoke something there... later. When you're older.”

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“What? No!” America exclaimed shaking her head. “You're not supposed to know me, well, not me. Do I have a version here? Where is she?” ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Hearing that the girl called herself a 'version' made Wanda turn pale. A shiver ran down her spine, moving away from the girl a little.

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“Oh, no.”

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“Oh, please don't be afraid. That's not what I come here for…” The teenager tries to calm her down, panicking a bit. “I just came to give you this.”

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Wanda shook her head and got up from the couch, ready to walk away. “I don't want anything to do with her.”

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“Please.”

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“No.”

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“Wanda, what are you talking about?” Natasha frowned, so confused.

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“You must understand that I am not here to hurt you” America sighed deeply and searched for something in her jacket, taking an envelope out of it. “I just came to give you this. She's going to help you.”

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“Help me? She causes only chaos and pain.” Wanda said annoyed and scared.

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Silence reigned for a few moments until Natasha spoke again, breaking the moment.

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“Wanda... If any of this has to do with how you've been feeling lately, and even though I have no fucking idea what it is...” Nat widened her eyes, unable to believe what she was saying. “Don't you think it's better to face it?”

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She reached out to hug Wanda and cradle her face in her hands. “If whatever the girl brings is going to help you, just… try it.”

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Wanda hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

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“And after that, you're going to tell me what the hell is happening.” The Russian sighed and walked towards the kitchen, but not before pointing at the teenager. “You, stoned girl, come with me to the kitchen. I'll make you a sandwich, let her deal with this alone like she needs to.”

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America nodded and followed her, but not before giving the letter to the Sokovian.

Wanda took that paper in her hands and sat down on the couch to start whatever she would start now. What did that witch want now?

Wanda took a deep breath, took courage. Her hands trembled, tears welled in her eyes, but she stayed strong.

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‘Wanda. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

I hope you’re reading this and give me a chance to explain, and also give yourself a chance to heal. I know that you will surely be upset, although to say 'upset’ or ‘annoyed' would be showing me too much mercy and I know that I don't deserve it.

I know myself and I dare to think that maybe we have more in common than we think. Tragedy does not unite us, but something more important does.

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I know that what I did to you is unforgivable and I'm not looking for that, because I know you won't. But I want you to know that I realized that what I did with you was not right, and that I will not forgive myself. I think I never will.

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You are everything I would have wanted to be, and it hurts me to have hurt you like others have hurt me. I should have… protected you.

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Someone very special told me that if it were the other way around, I would be suffering a lot right now and she was right, I think you know who I mean (finally found mine). I didn't think we'd meet, but everything was so…unexpected. As if it was destined. I think it's cruel to say that it was fate, it means that everyone had to leave for it to come true, is that selfish? Or mean?

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That's when I knew that I had to get this off my chest and that I also had to give you the opportunity to heal. The reason for this letter is to ask you, please: let the fear go, with that terror that I experienced. That was my destiny, but it will never be yours.

My pain doesn't have to be yours, don't blind yourself to a completely different reality.

Being able to see your reality hurt me so much, knowing that you could have everything I ever wanted was a deep stab in my heart.

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I will never have that. I will never have my brother alive again, I will never see Vision again, I will never be able to visit my parents. And I must accept it, understand it and let it go. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

But it also made me open my eyes. Open them to a completely new reality, to things that I didn't think I was looking for and that were waiting for me.

I decided to help this girl, América Chávez, you must be knowing her by now. She's… well, she's special. She’s a very good girl who has spent her life trying to find her moms.

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To be honest, I was planning to use her powers to steal your little ones and-'

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“What the hell? She was going to hurt the girl!” Wanda said annoyed, looking up to see the America, who from the kitchen just shrugged her shoulders.

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“Yes, but she didn't. She’s helping me find my place in this new world, she takes care of me and in return she asked me to bring you this.” America grinned as she took a big bite of the sandwich.

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Wanda just sighed in exasperation and read that letter again, hoping that this crazy woman had something good to say.

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'To be honest, I  was planning to use her powers to steal your little ones from you and bring them to a new realit,y one where we were a beautiful family.

I realized that I  was being manipulated, yes, but a lot of it came from me, from my pain. From the loneliness in my heart.

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Thinking about the fear that the little ones would have, thinking that someone could do that to me again, that would hurt me immensely and its thanks to Y/N that I was able to understand it.

I don't know if I should tell you this but, I knew my Y/N here. And she is… amazing. She is very different but at the same time she’s not.

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Anyway, ever since I met her she hasn't stopped for a moment trying to make me feel good. To be there for me, even when we weren't even something.

The other day I saw her crying because she found a bee with a broken wing and it couldn't fly, and I really realized that (Besides thinking she’s an adorable crybaby) She's one of the best people I've ever met. She always seeks other people's happiness, even if it costs hers.

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I'm sorry I came into your life, but I'm glad I did because I would never have realized how much I love her.

Take good care of Y/N, she needs you and you need her. Don't push her out of your life, I know that's easy and she'll make you feel like you don't want to dim her light, but be honest with her and with yourself. You need each other.

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I don't need to read minds to know.

She loves you very much, I could see it, and I know that you love her. Don't ever let her go.

Take great care of the little ones, I know they will be loved.

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Once again, I'm sorry for all the damage I did to you. All the pain I caused you.

Thank you also for teaching me a new path to happiness.

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WM.-

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Wanda never knew when the moment tears began to fall down her face. Sniffing, she reached for some kleenex to dry her tears. Natasha and America looked at each other.

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“Everything's fine?” Natasha asked doubtfully.

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“Everything's fine.” Wanda nodded.

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“Was that what you needed?”

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“It was what I needed.” Wanda moved closer to America, hugging her. Although for a moment the teenager remained still, slowly she hugged her back.

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“I don't know you, but I know her… and I know you deserve to be okay.” The teen gently tightened the hug and then pulled away from her.

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“Thank you, America.”

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“I’ve to go now, I shouldn't be here. I'm breaking endless rules just to bring this.”  America's eyes widened and then she smiled widely. “Thanks for the sandwich, it was delicious. It was nice meeting you. Both.”

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“See you later!” Natasha said watching the girl leave and then she turned  to see Wanda. “Was that America Chavez? The girl who babysit Billy and Tommy?”

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But the sokovian didn't receive any answer, Natasha frowned when she saw how Wanda was hugging that paper, crying and smiling, feeling a calm that she hadn't felt for a long time.

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Y/N took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door, thinking about everything she wanted to say. Every sentence written in her notes so she wouldn't forget it. She didn't want to make things worse, wanted to fix it. If there was something to solve, right? Yes, of course there was. They were happy.

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They are.

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Once the door opened, Y/N momentarily forgot how to breathe. Wanda looked as beautiful as ever, though she didn't seem surprised to see her.

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“We need to talk.” Y/N swallowed, hoping the redhead wouldn't avoid her this time like so many times before.

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"Yes... Yes we should.” Wanda agreed and stepped aside. “Come in, please.”

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Surprised to see that Wanda agreed to speak, the brunette went inside and looked around, noticing a great improvement. Things seemed to be in their place, the mess disappeared.

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“Sit with me.” Both seemed very nervous, especially especially with the silence that lasted a few minutes.

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“So…” Y/N cleared her throat before beginning. “I came because I think we should talk about what is happening lately. I'm sorry I came unannounced, but if I told you maybe...”

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“I'd say I was busy or something.” Wanda finished the sentence somewhat embarrassed. “I was avoiding you.”

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“I know.” The brunette took Wanda’s hand. “And I get it. So please, let me start and then I'll listen to anything you have to say. I promise.”

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Wanda just nodded.

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“I love you.” Y/N stroked her hand gently, opening heart once more. “I love you, Wanda Maximoff. More than I ever thought I would, so listen carefully.”

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Those two had been through a lot together, up and down. There was nothing they couldn't face, not even rejection or time apart, or a witch from another universe. Nothing could separate them but themselves.

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“I know that what you have been through wasn’t easy. Damn, no one could understand how hard it must be for you to feel that. To have lived everything you lived, to see what could have happened in your life. All that loss, all that pain. Even I wouldn't have been that strong.” She sighed, noticing how Wanda's eyes filled with tears.

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“And this time I know we've been a little apart, and I don't want you to feel bad about it.”

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Wanda breathed heavily, feeling her heart sink. Maybe because she was expecting the worst, inside she was hoping that Y/N would come to leave her, say that she left her aside or claim what a bad girlfriend she had been.

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But the brunette always knew how to surprise her.

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“I love you, Wands. And if you need space, I'm going to give it to you. If you need to be alone, I will allow you to be alone to heal, but listen to me: you will never be alone. I will always be by your side, whenever you need me.”

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Wanda didn't seem to say anything. Although tears began to fall down her cheeks, she couldn't believe what an incredible woman she had next to her. How come after everything Y/N had been through she was still there for her? She was still willing to take her hand and face anything.

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“I am willing to give you time, to listen to you, to do whatever it takes to see you better. To see you well, to see you happy... the way you need.”

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Y/N was silent, waiting for an answer, but all Wanda did was swallow and then hug her lover so tightly, that she almost lost balance.

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“All I need is you.” Wanda said snuggling against her, hugging Y/N so tight, afraid she would never see her again. “Just you. Nothing but you.”

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Closing her eyes upon feeling the amazing relief that those words gave her, Y/N just kept hugging her for a long time, listening to everything Wanda had to say.

Wanda told her everything she saw in the Scarlet Witch's mind, but above all what she felt, and how it tormented her all that time.

Y/N perfectly understood the sokovian, it wasn't easy to be manipulated and have your body taken that way by someone else.

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But she also heard how that Wanda said that she should let it go, that wasn’t her burden.  The owner of that load was trying to get over it and survive with it, so our Wanda couldn't help but understand. Wanda didn't know if she was forgiving the Scarlet Witch, but she was accepting that the witch could redeem herself and become a better person.

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“I need to ask you something…” Y/N whispered as they lay on the bed, their legs intertwined just like their naked bodies under the covers. The warmth of Wanda's bare skin against hers was an exquisite and unique sensation.

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Leaving short kisses on the doctor's shoulder, Wanda looked up to see her. “About what, detka?”

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Y/N bit her lower lip, with a mischievous look. “I need you to be ready this Sat at 7 pm. I hope you’re not busy that day.”

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Wanda raised an eyebrow. “Why? It's a date?”

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“Maybe… Something like that.” Y/N  narrowed her eyes.

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“What are you up to?” Wanda wrinkled her nose and playfully poked the brunette's belly. “I love that face, I know you're up to something!”

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“You won't know until you get to where I tell you to go.”

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“Oh, aren't you going to pick me up?” She looked at her surprised and amused. “That's new on you, Y/L/N.”

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Y/N shook her head. “Can't say why. Just be there.”

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“Mmm... I wonder what it will be?” Wanda leaned in to face each other and kissed her. “But I'm all in.”

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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤSATURDAY ㅤ

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Taking a deep breath, Wanda looked at herself once more in front of the mirror. Her loose hair now looked brown, she thought that after all it would be good to make a change in her life. Starting with her hair color.

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“Do you like it?” Natasha asked as she finished arranging her hair, completely loose and two lovely classic braids joining behind her.

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“I love it.” Wanda smiled, feeling radiant. Her green eyes shone with a unique illusion this time. There wasn’t an ounce of sadness in them. She got up and looked at herself, and felt something she hadn't felt in a long time. In love, waiting to see his girl on a date.

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“I feel so good.” Wanda saw herself in the mirror, she was wearing a simple but pretty dress and quite soft makeup. “Do I look good?”

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Natasha took a moment to look at her and tried not to say anything, she couldn't expose everything she knew. “You look beautiful. Really gorgeous.”

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“It's just a date, I shouldn't feel so tense.” The Sokovian bit her lower lip trying to hide that smile, applying some perfume.

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“It's normal, it's the love of your life.”

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"She is." Wanda looked at her watch and sighed with great relief. “Okay, I'm on time.”

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She was ready to go, the excitement in those green eyes was evident.

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“Okay, let's go.” Natasha took her car keys out of her purse, making keys jingle. “I'll take you where you need to go.”

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“I don't want you to be late for what you had to do today with Jules. I can go alone, I just have to look up the address and I'll be there soon... or I can call a cab.”

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“Oh, don’t worry. I have time.” Natasha smiled without giving up. “Come on, let’s keep talking about this on the road. I know you're anxious and want to talk.”

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“So… How do you feel?”

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Her best friend's question brought Y/N out of her deepest thoughts. Yelena was next to her trying to help to adjust her blazer. The trio were in that room in the cabin that Y/N rented a week ago.

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“Excited but... a bit tense.” Y/N tried to fix her hair and see herself once more, going over everything she wanted to say and make no mistake. “A bit... Jeez. I’m scared as fuck.”

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“She doesn't know yet? Wow, I thought Wanda would notice.”

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“Of course not, this is a date... but not just any date.” Y/N turned around to help get  some water, feeling her throat dry.

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“I told Natasha not to say anything to her.” Jules said as she arranged some daisies in cute bouquets, Wanda's favorite flowers.

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“And my sister listened to you?” Yelena raised an eyebrow. “Ha. That's new. She would have taken my head off.”

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“Ha. You’re so funny.” Jules narrowed her eyes. It was something normal between them since Jules and Natasha  started dating. Although Yelena and her seemed to get along like cat and dog, they also become very close friends.

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“Just kidding. I'm glad you're banging my sister, she’s in a good mood lately.”

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“Oh my god!”  Jules growled.

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"Yelena!" Y/N closed her quickly, shaking her head. “This is my moment, don't bring those images to my mind. Ugh!”

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“Not so ‘ugh’. Why the ‘ugh’? We’re two sexy women in love.” Jules raised an eyebrow but then decided to continue with what she was doing, carrying some flowers out of that room but not before saying: “You know what? I'm going to take this because you guys are making me nervous.”

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“Are you the nervous one? I'm about to die here.” Y/N joked.

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“She's soooo baby, I can't joke with her. I like her, she’s such a good sister-in-law.” Yelena shook her head at the door and then turned to see Y/N. “Everything be okay, teddybear.”

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Y/N just smiled and reached over to hug her. Yelena, her best friend. The one who had been with her for so many years, Yelena was with her in her craziest moments, in her saddest moments and now in her happiest moments.

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“I love you, Yelena.” Y/N whispered, tightening that hug. The five years without Wanda were horrible, but the five years without Yelena were terrifying. And although that was what made her friendship with Natasha stronger, she never stopped missing the blonde one. “Thanks for being in my life.”

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“Thanks to you, teddybear. For letting me into your life and not kick me out of the room we shared.” Yelena confessed, closing her eyes and getting lost in that hug for a long time.

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Neither of them noticed that Kate Bishop come into the room, holding her camera until they heard the 'click'.

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“Oh, this is so cute. I hope you didn't mind that I took the pic. You can't do anything about it anyway.” Kate grinned, putting the camera back in her bag. “By the way, I came to tell you… Wanda is here.”

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“What?”

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“Now?!” Y/N's eyes widened.

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“What are you waiting for?! GO!” Yelena snapped her out of the shock and kicked her out of the room.

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The Sokovian looked around a bit confused, she thought they were going on a date.

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“This is the place? Are you sure?” Wanda finally said, she didn't want to break the moment but she didn't understand what was happening. “Did you bring me all the way to the Catskills to kill me or something?”

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“Of course not, you dummy.” Natasha laughed and shook her head without taking her eyes off the road. “Y/N told me where I should drop you off and that's what I'll do.”

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“Y/N told you to bring me here? Was everything planned?” Wanda asked surprised, her best friend hadn't told her anything about the plan and she pretended all day. “What do you know about all this?”

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“My mouth is closed.” Natasha drove for another two minutes and then . Around them there was only a road and a cabin in front. “This is as far as I get.”

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“What?”

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The banging on the window made Wanda turn quickly, now looking how Y/N smiled and waved. She looked so beautiful that Wanda didn't even have time to say anything else to Nat, she just got out of the car when Y/N opened the door for her.

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“You look amazing.” Wanda muttered dumbfoundedly, looking at the love of her life.

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“Thank you, you look as beautiful as always. I love the hair, wow.” Y/N smiled charmingly, giving her a small bouquet of flowers that she chose for her. But the most beautiful detail was that it had been one of every flower she gave Wanda  since the day they met. “This is for you.”

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“Oh, Y/N… this is so…” Wanda's heart was about to burst when she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend's lips. “Thank you, detka.”

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The brunette sighed deeply knowing what was coming so without further ado, she took out a black bandana from her jacket. “But that's not all... you need to take this.”

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Frowning, Wanda smiled somewhat amused. “I don't think it's for what I imagine.”

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“Mh, maybe later.”

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“Ugh, I still hear you!” Natasha yelled from the car.

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They both laughed; Y/N settled behind her so she could cover her eyes.

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“Is it really necessary, detka? What are you up to?”

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“It’s a surprise.”

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“What if I trip and hurt myself?” Wanda pouted.

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“I'll take you, you just trust me.” Y/N watched as Wanda wrinkled her nose. “Without this, there’s no surprise.”

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Knowing that she couldn't do anything about it, Wanda accepted to cover her eyes. She hoped it was all worth it, because her heart beat harder with each step, not knowing what would happen at the end of the road.

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They walked together for perhaps two minutes, Wanda's senses sharpened and allowed her to hear some birds  singing, and some murmurs she couldn't understand. The scent in the air seemed to be raspberry candles, her favorite ones which made her smile widely.

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Y/N led Wanda a few more feet until they stopped. Slowly and carefully, the brunette removed the blindfold so that she could finally look around her.

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A beautiful lakefront view and the trees behind them made  a beautiful landscape,  the sun hidding behind the mountains gave them a colorful sunset.

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The fresh breeze from the lake meant a new beginning. The place dimly lit by candles and warm lights.

But what surprised her the most was finding herself face to face with Y/N, who was watching her with incredible devotion.

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Around them were the people closest to her life. Those who really loved her were present.

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“What is this?” Wanda whispered astonished.

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“Well... I don't really know how to define it.” Y/N started looking around. “I think the best definition I can give you is a… this is a huge hug full of love.”

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“Detka?”  Wanda looked up, hoping it was what she thought.

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“I was thinking for a long time how to do it.” The brunette sighed deeply, taking Wanda’s hand. Hearts that intertwine, as their fingers once more. “When I was a kid I heard about this, many times. Not from my family because…it wasn't the best example, you know. Where my family comes from is…something special. It doesn't have just one meaning, I think it has many."

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Y/N bit her bottom lip nervously, how many times she memorized what to say? And now she felt like a dumb shy little girl in front of her first love.

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“So, first I want to ask you something.” Y/N cleared her throat. “Do you love me?”

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Wanda let out a little tearful giggle due to emotion. “Of course I love you, you dummy.”

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“You know that I love you with all my heart, and I know that you deserve all the best in this world.” Y/N sighed heavily and turned around, watching as Pietro walked towards them. He looked really handsome, in a gray suit and a white shirt. Those green eyes seemed to shine looking at the happiness on his sister's face. In his hands he held an orange ribbon.

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“Pietro? What is all this?”

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“You’ll see soon.” Pietro smiled.

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“This one, well… it's called handfasting. For those who don't know orange means kindness, encouragement, attraction. Umh, also means warmth, something that reminds me a lot of you…” Y/N said as Pietro tied the orange ribbon in their intertwined hands.

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“Which is something that will never be missing in your lives. This union between your hearts will always be always cheerful…” Pietro smiled looking into his sister's eyes. “I'm so proud of you, little sister.”

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Feeling the tears want to escape, Wanda just smiled at him. “Don't be fooled, I’m the oldest.”

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Giggling, Pietro finished tying the ribbon and walked away to make way for Kate, who was holding another ribbon in her hands but this time it was yellow.

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“Yellow means confidence, joy, harmony. What is necessary to maintain this beautiful relationship, all this time that we have been together, those things were never lacking.”   Y/N smiled at her best friend, nodding for her to continue now.

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“Which is something that will never be missing in your lives. This union between your hearts will always be always cheerful…” Pietro smiled looking into his sister's eyes. “I'm so proud of you, little sister.”

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Feeling the tears want to escape, Wanda just smiled at him. “Don't be fooled, I’m the oldest.”

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Giggling, Pietro finished tying the ribbon and walked away to make way for Kate, who was holding another ribbon in her hands but this time it was yellow.

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“Yellow is also a symbol of light, like the sun, so warm, you know?” Kate babble in that adorable way as she tied the ribbons; she was wearing a beautiful black suit that looked too good on her.  “Your love will always shine with a heavenly and unique light, like a… beacon of hope to those in sorrow.”

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Y/N  noticed how Wanda tried not to cry but every second it became more difficult. Kate couldn't help herself and hugged them quickly before walking away as Natasha approached. That dress made her look like a goddess, but not too much to overshadow the night.

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“Red, your color... Red means passion, strength, lust and… fertility?” Y/N giggled, as did those around them. “Something that we will never lack is passion and I think that since we have known each other that has never been lacking. So I don't think that's a problem for the rest of our lives.”

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“And what would we be without passion, right? ” Natasha raised an eyebrow and went over to tie that red ribbon. “Wanda… You've been my best friend for so long, I can't remember my life without you. When we were two girls at school, you were the first girl I'd ever met who came from another place. Like me.”

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Natasha sighed deeply to be able to say those words without getting all emotional. “And even though we've been through a lot together, this is the first time where I've really seen you happy. I see you safe, because I know that you have someone who will fight for you forever and who will never leave you alone. Besides, I'm going to break her face if she hurts you.”

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“Hey.” Y/N complained and everyone laughed. But Wanda couldn't take it anymore, tears began to fall.

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 “I love you, Wands. I love seeing you so happy.” Natasha smiled happily and hugged her for a moment before walking away, giving way to her girlfriend. Jules was wearing a gorgeous wine-colored suit.

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“Blue means fidelity, tranquility, patience, devotion, sincerity.” Y/N started again. Jules came closer showing that blue ribbon, intertwining it carefully. “Something that identifies us too much. The devotion I feel for you is something I have never felt, and will never feel again. The peace you give me, every day. The patience with which we decide to solve our daily stuff, trying to calm down and be patient.”

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“Devotion, love and peace is what I’ve seen in my friend since she saw you again.”  Jules sighed deeply, nervous but happy.  “Fidelity is something that I know will always be between you, not only as a couple but as partners, as friends. Because from the time I've known Y/N, I've never seen her so in love and whipped since she's with you. Thank you for that, thank you for giving her back that cute heart when you came back. Because you are her heart, and It wasn't easy for Y/N to be without you. I wish you to be strong, because your love will never break. That you may be at peace and believe in each other. My wish today is you both may be steadfast and your union unbroken.”

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Y/N and Wanda nodded. The dark haired woman couldn't help but shed a small tear when listening to her friend.

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“Thank you, Jules.” Wanda whispered, sniffing trying to calm herself  but her crying came back as soon the twins approached them. They both wore two adorable suits, although Billy was more elegant and Tommy was wilder.

Definitely Pietro and Monica helped.

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“Purple means healing, health, strength, power, piety, sentimentality.” Y/N winked at the twins who were tying the ribbon between their hands.

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“Hi, mom.” They both greeted at the same time. “You look beautiful.”

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“Hi, babies.” Wanda sobbed. “You look so elegant. I feel so lucky to be your mom.”

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“You look amazing.” Billy smiled widely. “We really like to see you happy and we know that Y/N makes you feel that way. She loves us, takes care of us and makes us laugh. We also love her very much.”

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“We love you too, mom.”  Tommy nodded. “We will always support you and wish you to be happy. Also, Y/N is the coolestl! Always agree to play video games with us! And when we feel sick, she takes care of us. Telling us stories before we sleep, and makes us feel better.”

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They laughed and watched as the kids walked together and settled next to Pietro and Monica, now the one who cried was the brunette.

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“Okay, it's hard not to cry like a baby right now.” Y/N giggled and wiped away a tear. “Green means fertility, again. What the hell did they have with all the colors meaning fertility?”

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With a green ribbon in her hands, Monica came to them with a kind smile as always.

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“Also means charity and generosity, that you may share of yourselves freely. Green is symbolic of new beginnings, that your union may be nourishing and healing, and your happiness abundant. Green will always be the color of hope.”

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The one who came to them now was Yelena, who seemed somewhat nervous but undoubtedly very sure of what she would say. She was wearing a black dress to match her beloved Kate Bishop.

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“Hello, Wanda Maximoff. Y/N Y/L/N.” The russian blonde said with that thick accent, looking for the best way to express her feelings. Something in which she always been a bit clumsy.

Yelena cleared her throat.

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“The black one means strength, empowerment, wisdom, vision, success. That your union may flow and fill you to your depths.”  Yelena took the black ribbonand tied it carefully. “I have known you both for a long time. Wanda, you’re like a sister to me, you’ve always been by my side and Natasha's all our lives.”

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She swallowed and tried to keep from tearing up. Especially when Wanda and Y/N kept crying very moved.

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“I've seen your best and worst times…even the worst changing diapers for those little brats over there.” Yelena teased making them laugh. “And I've met Y/N in college, when we were two crazy people who could barely make it to class, filled with so much coffee. But I … I remember Y/N always had two things on her mind: to be a good doctor and help people... and someone to share madness and love with.”

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The blonde smirked slightly. “I’m so happy to be here… see you fulfill your dream. I love you both. So, please Wanda, say yes, I don't want to kick your as again.”

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Yelena walked away and this time Darcy approached, one of Wanda's close friends and partner. A gorgeous, impulsive but very smart woman.

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“Well, the truth is that I don't really like being the center of attention but… Y/N insisted a lot.” She rolled her eyes clearly teasing.

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Wanda gave a tearful giggle.

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“The pink ribbon means unity, honor, truth, romance, happiness.”  The blue-eyed girl took the pink ribbon and entwined it in the girls' hands, making a pretty bow. “I have always seen you that way, completely united by such a sincere and beautiful love. Which I must admit gives me a nice healthy envy.” She laughed. “Like pink blossoms, means soothing and healing hearts. Symbolic of love, this love may be filled with eternal love. The truth is that I never believed in love, much less for myself, but you both… you showed me that it can beautiful and true. I've been watching you both for the last year, and the love you two have is real.”

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She smiled at them once more before three very handsome men came to them. They each wore a different suit, but they definitely had a unique style.

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“Hello, ladies. You look wonderful… I'm glad to be with you today.”  With a charming smile, Sam approached with a white ribbon. “White, is  symbolic of clean beginnings. A new one between you both,  you have overcome great obstacles and we should all learn from it. Also means purity, concentration, meditation, peace. May your love be filled with peace and reconciliation.”

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Bucky moved forward so he could tie the silver colored ribbon, his eyes showed so many emotions but as always, he tried to hide them with a smile for his friends.

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“After five years of being by your side, Y/N, I know that you have waited for this woman every day and knowing that she will be with you the rest of your days makes me feel so happy for you, my friend. Wanda, I know you're going to love her with all your heart because I can see it in your eyes. You complement each other, I’m glad to have witnessed your union one more time.” Bucky tied that ribbon carefully. “The silver means treasure, values, creativity, inspiration. Silver, means wisdom, this love may be filled with wise choices. May your love weather every storm in this life.”

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Bucky moved away from them not without giving both a short hug. Steve nodded, being the last one as he approached with a ribbon as golden as his hair.

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“And finally, the last but not the least…” Steve grinned and hugged them both before continuing.  “The Golden one means energy, wealth, intelligence, longevity. Also means wisdom, that as you grow in age you may grow in insight. I wish, with all my heart, this love be a treasure of happiness and a joy to you… Always and forever.”

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When Steve finished and walked away, Wanda was unable to speak. She turned to see Y/N who was watching her with unique love and devotion, although Y/N also tried to remain calm and not burst into tears.

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“Wanda Maximoff…” Y/N began, caressing her hand. Now they were tied together by many ribbons of different colors. “Since I met you my life changed completely. I was… completely fascinated with the woman you are, gawking.”

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Wanda was lost in her eyes, so in love. A look full of emotion, curiosity and a lot of sincere love.

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“I felt for a long time that I was never going to be enough for you because, look at you, you are incredible.” Y/N sighed deeply, trying not to let her voice tremble when she saw those big green eyes and not succumb to them.

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“But then I spent five years without you, five years where I grew up to see a world without you. Many here have lived it, a world much grayer, darker and sadder.”

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Wanda didn't say anything, just tried to listen to Y/N, fighting against the urge to go and kiss her a lot.

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“You’re my whole world, you’re my life and you’re my love. I am completely proud of the person you are, how kind you are when you talk to anyone, even if you don't even know them. You always treat everyone with respect and equally.”

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Y/N smiled widely. She didn't need to remember a big ass speech, just say what was on her heart. What she thought every day when she woke up next to Wanda or watched her make breakfast.

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“I love your accent, that Sokovian accent that sometimes fades into an American one,  but always comes back. Oh, how much I love when you call me detka.” Y/N  smiled seeing Wanda Maximoff’s happy smile in front of her. She was about to take her breath away once more.

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“That is why, after all this, I want to ask you if you want to strengthen this love. I know you've been married before, old-fashioned white dress, church and all… And I know you have a past, and I don't mean to take that away from you. What I want is to take your hand and give us an opportunity to show you all my love. It doesn't have to be soon, it can be in months, in a year, or ten. I just want to ask…” Y/N took a deep breath and smiled:  “Wanda Maximoff, do you want to be my forever? Will you marry me?”

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Y/N waited almost a second until Wanda just said:

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“YES.” Wanda screamed excited.  “Yes, yes, I want to marry you. Today, tomorrow, thousands of times if necessary.”

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“Oh, thank all the gods.”

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The sokovian nodded quickly and ended the distance to kiss her lover's lips, they couldn't hug each other but both joined their bodies to be as close as possible.

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“We’re getting married!” Wanda exclaimed excitedly once they pulled away from the kiss.

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“Yes, we are!” Y/N said in the same way, laughing loudly. Everyone was clapping happily and cheering for the engagement of those two, two souls that met again, always fighting against whatever was put in front of them.

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Wanda finally allowed herself to cry with joy. “Oh my God! I don't know how we'll top this! This is so amazing... I love you so much, Y/N. So much.”

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“I love you, Wands.” Y/N tucked a brown lock behind her love's ear and gazed at her lovingly. “We will find out together. Like everything… always together.”

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oh satan devour us all (hear our desperate call)

cowbell/zephyr (ghost band)

explicit | nb/nb | 6.3k words | it/its cowbell, they/them zephyr, free use, predator/prey, subtob zephyr, riding, semi-public sex, shifting genitals, objectification, earth/quintessence multi ghoul cowbell

—this fic is a (very late) birthday gift for my absolutely beloved friend @spoiledleaff for a little birthday fic exchange we organised for each other <3 i asked him what he wanted and they asked for cowbell being a menace (/aff) to zephyr, so that's what this is !! it's actually supposed to piggyback off of the practice scene in his very own terzomega fic, so go and read that as well if you're able to !! happy birthday, ashton !! i can't believe i've known you for an entire year already <3

snippet and ao3 link under the cut !

gif credit: @/kazoo-lord

The only fault in this system is that Cowbell seems to have taken a liking to playmates with… unique vessels. In the case of the air ghoul sitting opposite it on the other side of the library, this refers to the way their vessel’s functionality varies from day to day. Some days, the air ghoul is able to walk with ease, perform their daily tasks, wield the keys of the chapel organ to create haunting melodies that echo out through the grounds of the Ministry. But on other days, they can’t walk without one of their canes, let alone make their daily lemongrass and ginger tea without aid from a willing hand. On their especially bad days, they might not even be able to roll over in bed without having to hold back a pained wail. All this is to say that although Cowbell may take joy from pushing its partners to the edge of their comfort zone—especially Zephyr—it would never wish any extra pain upon them. Well, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the earth ghoul wouldn’t wish extra pain upon them unless it is the one inflicting it. Therefore, a system had to be developed, which Zephyr seemed to take in their stride. They’d designed an entire colour-based system which corresponds with their pain levels, and many of the earth ghoul’s similarly-vesseled partners have also chosen to adopt it for themselves over time. Cowbell is the first to admit Zephyr’s idea is genius; especially given the air ghoul’s tendencies to ‘forget’ their cane on their days of bad pain, making it nearly impossible for Cowbell to garner whether its mate is genuinely in excruciating pain due to the state of their vessel, or if they are simply playing into Cowbell’s twisted fantasies. Their lighter bells—pale pinks, blues and yellows—are ones they wear in order to signify to Cowbell that although Zephyr is still very interested in being taken and used until they’re seeing stars, Cowbell needs to treat them gently—to degrade them with its words rather than its actions—lest it make anything more painful for them than it already is. Zephyr’s dark coloured bells on the other hand—deep reds, blues, greens and blacks—are used to signify a good pain day; their way of wordlessly telling Cowbell that the two of them are free to do anything it sets its mind to, regardless of the position or any other factor that might put strain on weary joints—provided it’s not on Zephyr’s list of hard limits, of course; although there have been a few occasions when the air ghoul has begged for–

But that’s not important right now.

Right now, Cowbell is sure Zephyr’s bell is dark today, but they’re in the middle of checking a book out for a Sibling and it can’t get a proper glimpse of the specific colour the air ghoul is donning today. Its lack of clear view infuriating, but the anticipation has the earth ghoul all fired up and it’s sure that when the time comes, it will be able to wreck Zephyr twice as hard as it normally would—provided that their softly jingling indicator is, in fact, one of dark colour.

“Oh, I love your bell!” The Sibling says—Cowbell’s almost certain that she is the Sister it was chasing through the Abbey’s halls just last week, a pretty, deep pink bell attached to the ribbon wrapped around her wrist—as she reaches a finger out to tap Zephyr’s bell lightly, giggling at the soft jingle it elicits. Cowbell growls and feels its eyes glint with malice at someone touching its Zephyr.

Zephyr affixes the Sister with a look—they know all about her adventures with Cowbell, the earth ghoul itself had told them just last week—but smiles, flattered. If Cowbell’s vision is not failing it from so far away, the air ghoul looks offended that the Sister would even consider touching its bell—Zephyr is well aware that although the bell may live in their dorm, it’s not theirs, it’s Cowbell’s. They incline their head in her direction, always the epitome of politeness despite their obvious frustration. “Many thanks, Sister.” She takes the book back from them and finally moves out of the way, providing Cowbell with a direct line of sight to Zephyr’s neck, an obsidian black bell dangling from their carefully crafted collar. Their way of silently telling Cowbell that it’s a good pain day. That they’re wanting for more than the light green bell Cowbell had slipped into their pocket at practice in anticipation of a bad pain day. That no holds need to be barred. That the earth ghoul has permission to destroy Zephyr if it sees fit, and, fuck, is it going to wreck them until they’re seeing double. That’s what it promised to do during today’s practice after all…

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