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migilini · 3 years

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Hiiii! I liked how you did the road trip one shot and was wondering if you could do a request for Charlie Gillespie where the reader and Charlie are dating but have been living in different states due to COVID and the boys do an Instagram live and the reader wants to be on the live with them and Charlie gets so excited and it’s fluffy?

So far apart - Charlie Gillespie

A/N: ofc i can! Thank you so much, hope you like it :) I will proofe read it tomorrow.

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Tiredness was your new default state. College alone was stressful and hard enough plus it didn't help that you had to do it online from your little NY appartement that you shared with three other roommates. But you had too. You were in your last semester ever! That was motivation enough to pull through.

Currently you were trying to facetime your boyfriend Charlie. You haven't seen him in about four months but if someone would ask your roommates, they would say it felt like an eternity of you moaning and pouting about not seeing him. When COVID started, the two of you seriously debated about moving in together. However, at that time, your classes were not online yet and you couldn't move away, he also couldn't move to New York with you because he still had meetings with the JATP Cast.

You stared at your ringing phone, desperate to hear his voice. You knew that he should be awake, you had the time zones imprinted on your brain.

Sorry babe, have a meeting in 5… Will call you after okay? <3 the message that just popped up on your screen made you frown a little. You weren't mad, you just had a really awful week and missed him like crazy.

Sure thing <3 yout texted back and threw the phone onto your bed. Deciding that instead of waiting for him to call back, you could use the time usefully and start studying for your next test in two days.

It was an hour later, you were completely engrossed in the textbook, so you barely heard the ringing of your phone. Maybe a bit too quick, you tossed all your books to the ground and launched yourself on the bed to find your phone.

His pretty face filled your screen “Heyyy!” “Hello beautiful!” You two grinned at each other.

“How are--” A knocking on your door interrupted your question. “Yes?” The door opened and revealed one of your roommates Alexis with a sheepish look on her face “I’m really sorry to interrupt but Tara just broke off with her boyfriend and she needs a hug.”

You looked up at your red haired friend “She broke up with Tom?!” Alexis nodded “It's an emergency” she claimed. Charlie understood this as his clue to end the call saying a quick goodbye and a don't worry about it, when you shot him an apologetic look.

This is how it went nearly every time. Something always came up, either you were studying non-stop and he didn't want to distract you or he had actor things and meetings going on. It was truly tiring. The last time you really had the opportunity to facetime was a couple weeks ago and even then you fell asleep inert 15minutes. When Charlie accidentally lulled you to sleep with a song he's been working on.

Still the two of you made it work. Charlie had started writing you weekly letters with his perfume on it. And you being your crafty self, sent him a little care package with letters, some self made food and paintings, every now and then.

You just finished all your tests and essays for this semester and you felt free again. Taking a deep breath, you opened your bedroom window and put your school books away. Sinking down on your bed, you closed your eyes temporarily, enjoying the moment. You got up again to get yourself something to eat and a coffee. Your roommates were currently away, probably getting groceries or books at the College Library.

You mindlessly scrolled through Instagram, the sandwich you made yourself still laying next to you on the nightstand. Ever since Julie and the Phantoms released, the cast's accounts blew up like crazy and Charlie always showed you off like a queen so of course people found your page as well. You didn't mind though. Most of the people were really nice and respecting, protecting your relationship from all the not so nice guys

You just answered some DM’s, chuckling at a meme that Maddie had sent you, when you got a notification that Owen was live. Naturally you clicked on it, knowing that Charlie most likely will be in the live as well, due to the fact that he was currently at Owen’s with Jeremy.

You were one of the first ones. Owen grinned when he saw your name come up in the chat.

“Guten Morgen everybody.” You chuckled when you heard your boyfriend singing in the background, writing in the chat that Owen should say hi to Charlie. “Are all of you streaming JATP?” he asked the live audience while you nodded to yourself, your laptop open beside you. It was a bit embarrassing to admit how often you saw the show, but every time you felt lonely you watched it. It had some really cute guys in it after all.

He read the chat “Do you like watching the show you participated in? Thats a good question. Charlie, Charlie! I have a question for you.” The camera turned and it showed the canadian boy you fell in love with.

“Eh…” he said as he walked into the kitchen, Owen following close. “It was very weird at first. Guess I'm more used to it now.” he answered honestly. You weren't even listening, you just stared at your phone in trance, the light making him look so incredibly pretty.

Suddenly you got an invitation to join the live from Owen. You sat up a bit straighter and blinked a few times before accepting.

“Helloooooo!” he screamed, making you laugh. “Hi Owen. Yall are up early.”

“Yeah… you know Char. That dumb early riser.” he complained. “Yeah I feel you. Though he lets me sleep so he must love me more than he loves you.” you teased making Owen pout in a childish way.

“Charlie! Who do you love more, me or y/n?” the statement made your boyfriend laugh and for a moment your breath hitched, it was music in your ears and once again you realised how much you missed it.

“I’m really sorry bud, but definitely y/n…I want to...” Charlie just wanted to explain why when he heard your chuckling from Owen’s phone. “See told ya.” It was truly a blessing that the camera was still turned to your boyfriend, making it easy for you to see his reaction. He nearly let the fork he was holding fall out of his hand, his eyes widening while his mouth grew into a big grin. “Is that y/n?” he asked cautiously. Apparently Owen nodded, because before you knew, the camera turned and you were face to face with your boyfriend.

“Baby!” he screamed, a wide, toothy smile on his lips. “How dare you go on live with Owen but not with me!” he jokes. “How was the history test? As hard as you thought it would be?” you cut off his rambling “Hi! Nice to see you too. No, it was way harder than I expected. Let's hope for the best, I get the results sometime next week”

“I bet you killed that test baby! No, Owen you don't get the phone back… I don't care that it's your live.” The chat was freaking out over Charlie's happiness by just seeing you, talking about how they want love like that.

“Little explanation for everybody. Me and Charlie haven't really been able to facetime so were just really excited right now. Sorry if it's boring.” you explained to the chat.

“Don’t ever say that ever again.” he said in a serious tone “it's not boring.” you held your hands up in surrender. “Sorry sorry. Can I talk to Owen again? I mean he is the one who invited me.” you teased, poking your tongue out. With a pout he gave the phone back to Owen.

“Are you also streaming the show today?” he asked you. Charlie was in the background, looking at you over Owens shoulder, making silly faces. “Of course! Who do you think I am? I’ve been watching it everyday since it came out.” Owens' face fell “You're kidding… that doesn't… that doesn't seem healthy.” you shrugged “Well i don't really care. I have this massive crush on someone from the show, just can't get enough of him.”

The camera shook and a couple crunts later you were once again faced with Charlie. “I sure hope it's me or you're not allowed to wear that shirt anymore.” he pointed to the shirt you were currently wearing and that was in fact one of his.

“Not gonna tell you babe. My mouth is shut.” you winked, making him blush. “I miss you.” he blurted out with puppy eyes. “I miss you too. Can’t wait to see you.” he grinned at that excited for the surprise he had planned.

“I think i'm gonna go, let you guys actually comment on the show. I love you Charlie.” You sent him a kiss and he pretended to catch it with his free hand.

“Eww that's so cheesy.” Owen muttered from somewhere in the back.

“I love you too.”

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anotherrickinthewall · 2 years

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"Six Feet Under The Stars" Bucky Barnes/ OFC FanFic

Here it finally is! My entry for the lovely @sunshinebuckybarnes (you deserve it, hun!💝 ) and her 1 k follower Jukebox Celebration! I hope you have as much fun reading this wee little work, as I had writing it.

Please note: no people under 18 are allowed here! Seriously, do yourself a favor and leave this site! Thanks ✌

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x OFC (Modern AU but Bucky still has the arm😏)

Summary: Who knew that New York could be so small...

Warnings: drinking and alcohol, language, smutty stuff (nothing too graphic but still... NSFW), size kink, a bit of degradation (if you squint), pet names (princess,birdie), calling names (but in a heartfelt way), the red Henley😏 - I hope I didn't forget anything, if so... let me know 🤗

A/N: So this is like my second proper piece of writing I am posting here, constructive criticism is highly appreciated. I used my song as a general inspiration.

I don't own any Characters that belong to Marvel, I just borrowed them. Neither do I own the pictures in my mood boards (they come from Pinterest and all credit goes to the people who made them).

English is not my native language, so there might be some mistakes but I tried my best not to make too many.

I labeled this fic as OFC because for my writing and reading flow it's easier to have a name. I did have a certain picture in mind but kept the description to a minimum.

P.S. Please don't copy or repost any of my writing. I only post here or on AO3. Getting creative on your own is much more fun than stealing other people's ideas. Reblogs are appreciated.

Enjoy! 😎

„…I'll take you out though I'm hardly worth your time, in the cold you look so fierce but I'm warming up because the tension's like a fire…“ (All Time Low- Six Feet Under The Stars)

„Nat, you have to be kidding me right!? Oh, for fucks’ sake this can’t be happening again.” Reilly dropped back against the massive, plush pillows of Nat’s sofa. Groaning into her hands she kept rambling on about what she did to deserve this kind of punishment. Wanda waved her off “Oh come on, you moping blob. He’s a nice guy.” Throwing daggers at her friend she hissed “Yeah I bet he is. Just like the other four guys I’ve been on a blind date with. Natasha, girl I love you, I really do but for the love of God please, please, stop meddling with my love life. Those dates you sent me on never end well.” She had clasped Nat’s hand in hers and pleaded on her knees. The fiery redhead had her chin in the air and looked down at Reilly. Smacking her lips, she pondered on the request. “Very well... I may not interfere with your love life anymore. BUT! There’s one condition to this.” Reilly’s face fell as she flatly said “Name it.” “You go on this last date. Then I’m out. I promised Winnie that you absolutely want to meet her son. And Steve knows him, too. They met two years ago at my company’s Christmas party.” Raising her hands in defeat she puffed out a breath and agreed reluctantly “Fine, alright... But you guys are coming with us for the first hour at least, get it!?” Natasha nodded, they shook hands and Reilly sauntered off to get dressed and to put some make up on. They still had a pedicure appointment to get to.

The next Saturday came around quickly. Wanda and Reilly were munching their dinner as booming noise came from the front door. They both groaned unison as this particular boom could only mean one thing... “Stev-O you hulking doorknob! Come on in.” Reilly greeted him cheerfully and pulled him down to her height to give him a tight hug. They had an unusual but heartfelt friendship and she couldn’t phantom any other man handling all the creative chaos that Natasha was, so well like Steve did. Nat trailed in just behind him, quickly squeezed Reilly's hands and gave Wanda a peck on the cheek. With her husky voice she asked conspiratorially “So what’s cracking girls?” and wagged her eyebrow. “Well so far only some seriously tasty chow-mein.” Natasha deflated and swatted Wanda’s arm. “Steve... Bring ‘em here.” A huge toothy grin split his face as he retrieved two huge bottles of vodka and various soft drinks to mix.

Wanda’s eyes began to sparkle, she started making grabby hands at the bottles. It seemed like the young woman had to get all the excitement living in a big city had to offer. Coming from a very strict, religious and superstitious Sokovian family, she was just glad to be away from all of this and discover a whole new world. And along the way of navigating her way through university as a freshman, she met Reilly the bubbly sophomore, in desperate need of a roommate. During a long night session during exams phase, they met the hard-boiled junior, Natasha Romanoff with her major in world politics. And ever since that evening the trio was thick as thieves.

They were on their second round of drinks, when Steve’s phone rang. As soon as he picked up, they all started howling, booing and shouting dirty profanities. Giggly like high-school kids on a field trip. Steve only rolled his eyes and barked into the phone “Yeah!?—Bro. You can’t be serious!? You bailing on us?” Nat glared furiously in Steve’s direction and before he could react, she snatched his phone and started shouting at whoever was on the other end “NO! I don’t care! I promised his mother to set him up with her and she is rather eager to get to know him. – Wilson!? Get me Barnes! – Barnes I’m going to whoop your ass. Hey, I’m still talk-“ scrunching her brows, she took the phone from her ear to look at it and held it back to her ear. “What the fuck!? He hung up on me!?” Steve took his phone back and whispered “Don’t worry babe, I’m gonna smack him so hard he won’t be able to see straight for a whole week.” Lovingly Natasha patted his massive thigh and announced “Alright let’s pack up ladies, that idiot can suck it; we’re going to have fun tonight.”

And what a shitload of fun they were having. The first stop on their night of shenanigans was their most frequented pub. Gloomy rooms, battered furniture and an elderly couple with the broadest Dublin accent Reilly had ever heard. Dropping into the booth she waved her dollars around and told Nat to get her something nice and sweet. Nat turned and wiggled her ass in front of Reilly, causing Steve to groan and Wanda and herself to double over while laughing. “Nat, seriously, I love you but you’re just not my type, you know I’m more into brunettes, ideally with a back broad as a door. Plus, I think Steve ain’t to happy about you shoving that juicy booty in everybody’s face.” With a cheeky grin she snatched the bills and sauntered off to the bar.

When Natasha came back, she sat down a whole tray of drinks. Some shots, a pitcher and four long drinks. Wanda’s eyes bulged and she looked dumbfounded at Nat “Are you trying to kill us?” at that Steve laughed and grabbed the first shot “To an unforgettable night. And to hopefully many more like this.” Rolling her eyes Wanda quipped “Oh please, you toast to that every time we’re out. Let’s just hope we live to see the sun rise another day.” Laughter broke out among the group as they all shouted “Hear! Hear!” and drowned their shots.

As they moved onto the long drinks, Natasha made a huge show out of eating her strawberry. Steve was getting beet red and swallowed drily as he watched Nat with a heated glare. Shaking her head Reilly mumbled under her breath “Geez, guys is there any chance that there is less eye fucking between the two of you!?” A sinister smile plastered itself on Steve’s face as he countered “Don’t worry Ry, we gonna take care of you later.” She bared her teeth at him and made gagging noises “Ew!? Rogers, can you be anymore disgusting!?” but she broke into another fit of laughter at the end of her sentence. Steve grinned and gently hold her hand “Don’t worry bean, we gonna find you someone to snuggle with at night.” Unconvinced she nodded and raised the glass to her lips once more.

After the pub, they made their way to a cocktail bar. It was somewhat snobby and a little out of their league but Steve was paying so they all tugged along. Fancy drinks were downed, a few flirty glances from the waiter here and there and sensual dance moves were to be seen on the dance floor. Reilly was having an amazing night out. But after the fourth location she had to take Wanda home, the poor girl was so drunk, she was sleeping at the bar. And that’s when Reilly decided to call it a night for the two of them. Natasha protested and Steve pouted but they helped her hail a cab and went to the next bar.

After she had tugged Wanda into her bed, she put a bottle of water and some Advil on the nightstand and quietly left the room to watch some TV in the living room. It was the alcohol in her system that didn’t allow her mind to go to sleepy because with the drinking came the hunger. So, five minutes into the movie she randomly picked she paused it, grabbed her keys and purse to head to the Bodega shop at the corner of the street. She was craving something fried. Preferably chicken.

Reilly sauntered to the little shop and ultimately came to a stop in front of the frozen goods. Although the assortment rarely changed, she took her sweet time in skimming over the products. Her eyes started gleaming when she spotted her favorite chicken nuggets. Doing a little jig, she bent over to grab the package but only grabbed a cold, metallic wrist. She flinched at the contact but gasped as her eyes landed on the shoulders attached to said arm. A broad mass of muscles rippling under a dark red Henley that looked a number or two too small. And when her gaze flitted higher she was awarded with lush lips and eyes as blue as the ocean on a stormy day, partly shaded behind wavy chestnut strands. Her knees started to get wobbly the longer she looked at this gorgeous man. He winked at with a boyish grin and that had her brain completely short circuited.

She was so perplexed that she didn’t register, that the guy snatched the last pack and paid. When she unfroze, he was half way out the door. Scrambling to catch up she nearly tripped and fell over but caught herself with flailing arms and shouted “Hey! Beef-cake! That was the last pack and they’re my favorite.”

He stopped in his tracks and squinted at her. “Yeah, they’re my favorite, too. But I was quicker. Sorry. But kudos for not actually falling over, birdie.”

Reilly’s jaw dropped and she was speechless but that was only for a split second. Catching up with him once more she kept pestering him. “You know what... At least be decent and share them with me. It’s like 1 a.m. I am still tipsy and in desperate need for carbs. Don’t let a girl down, pretty please!?” fluttering her eyelashes at him she gave Mr. Beef Cake her doe eyes. No guy was able to resist them before.

Tilting his head, he thought about the offer. She was cute. Ruby red lips, the obviously worn-out hoodie looked cute on her and she only reached his chest. He liked it when he towered over them. It made his inner protector roar with pride. “Okay, but it’s going to be your place because mine looks like a dumpster. By the way: call me Bucky.”

Chewing her lips, she tried to chase away thoughts like What if he’s a psycho? He is so hot I think I might just combust right here, right now. Would he mind if I just climb him like the tree he is? Actively shaking her head to chase away the thoughts, she tried to keep it casual “I’m Reilly but my friends call my Ry.”

He made a gesture “Lead the way, Ry.” And took in her subtle shivering with a smug grin. Whispering to himself “This is going to be interesting.”

Once they reached the flat, Reilly started to prepare the nuggets while she told Bucky to make himself at home. When she came back from the kitchen, she found that he really made himself at home, shoes and Henley off, he lay on the couch taking up all the space. “Wan-!? Oh, wow. You did take that literally to make yourself at home, didn’t you?” His shit eating grin said it all. Eyebrow raised, he gently bit his lip “Got a problem with it, princess?” Trying hard not to become a blubbering mess in front of him, Reilly took a deep breath and said with a bit too much strain in her voice “No. Nope. Not at all. The- ah- well- the nuggets should be done in like 20 minutes.” She sat down beside him and started the movie again. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and tried to settle in and get comfortable but wasn’t able to because Bucky still occupied her whole couch. “Bucky… c’mon. I need some space, too.” There it was again, that smug grin with his tongue peeking out, she very much wanted to smack out of his face or sit on it so he could put that wicked tongue to use. He patted his legs and stated “Take a seat here, princess. Best place in the house.” Narrowing her eyes, she slowly rose “You know what, I’ll be the judge of that.” And promptly straddled his hips. The way his eyes slightly budged out of their socket made her grin satisfied. Ha! He didn’t expect that. Out of impulse she leaned forward, nimble hands coming into contact with his abs. Bucky hissed like a feral cat. “Seems like it has been a while cowboy.” Reilly teased him.

A low growl rumbled in his chest. He didn’t like where this was going. When he saw her at the shop, he thought she was a tiny and shy thing. But her vicious actions telling him the opposite. He was working really hard to not give into the tension first. But his dick had other plans. She was casually grinding her hips against his crotch and let her tits bounce a little. He threw his head back groaned. “Princess, what the hell are you up to?” She bent over to nip at his neck. “Well, I like building up tension. You’re hot. Incredibly hot. And I thought well, maybe I could climb you like the tree you are?” His jaw dropped at her sultry question. He lifted his head and went in for a kiss but right at this moment Reilly scooted back and rushed into the kitchen. “Shit! The nuggets nearly burnt. I hope you like them crispy?” she called from the kitchen. He rubbed his hand over his face and tried to get his boner down by palming his dick.

Reilly came back, carrying two plates with small bowls of sweet-chili sauce. Upon seeing him in this position she mentioned “Don’t tell me you are getting started without me? That’s not very gentleman like.” Setting down the plates, she turned to get two beers. Handing him one she toasted “To midnight carbs, may they settle in the right places.”

After the nuggets and beers were devoured in companionable silence while the protagonists of the movie shot their way out of the precarious situation they were in, Reilly started to gather the empty bottles and plates, when Bucky grabbed her wrist with his metal hand. “Wait, let me. You made it; I clean it.” Raising her eyebrows, she looked impressed “Okay, I’m not fighting you for doing the dishes.” Scrolling through her social media, her ears perked up as a rumbling sound came from Wanda’s room. Panicked, Reilly looked to the kitchen and hoped that Bucky wouldn’t come out while Wanda walked like a zombie into the bathroom, not even acknowledging Reilly in the living room. When Bucky came back, Wanda was thankfully back in her own room. With a flirty grin he suggested “Well, wanna continue what we started?” Reilly tilted her head and smacked her lips “Well, actually I think it’s getting a bit crowded in here.” She nodded her head to Wanda’s door. “Maybe you know a place where we’re a bit more alone?” Bucky’s face fell for the briefest moment but then it lit up again. “Well… Since my place is out of question. A buddy of mine isn’t home. And I got the keys. Wanna get wicked there?” Reilly grinned wildly and jumped up to grab a small overnight bag.

They were the only ones on the bus. Chatting away about their favorite films and music and what they wanted to be when they were young. Reilly came to find that Bucky had an amazing smile when he was laughing genuinely. They hopped off, got some milkshakes at a 24/7 diner and when they were in front of the flat Reilly narrowed her eyes and froze for a minute.

Bucky sensed her not following him “What’s wrong?” “Buck… this ‘friend’ you mentioned. Does he happen to be Steve Doofus Rogers?” Bucky spluttered some of his milkshake on his Henley. Slightly coughing he asked “How the fuck did you know?” but instead waiting for an answer the penny dropped and he gawked like a fish “OH SWEET LORD!? You’re my blind date!?” His eyes searched Reilly’s and he saw that a range of emotions washed across her face as she processed his words. But then she started laughing. “Oh my god?! What are the fucking odds of something like this happening!? I mean neither Steve nor Nat mentioned that you lived this close to me, why haven’t we met before?” Bucky chuckled, too. “Well because I don’t, I was out with Sam and it just happened that we were in the area. And before you go all furious on me, yes, I ditched you because I was so annoyed that my mother wouldn’t stop bugging me about getting a girl.” Smacking a hand to her forehead Reilly admitted “I didn’t want to go on this date either, Natasha was pestering me.” After a pause “Damn, I think we should go and play Lotto.”

A shy smile crept across her face. And when she caught him looking at her all soft and with a solid amount of adoration she lurched forward in the hallway and kissed him senseless. Full-fledged with tongue and teeth. His strawberry milkshake mixed with the flavor of her chocolate one and she was getting absolutely high on kissing him like that. He was taken aback as they parted for air. Whispering “You still good with using his flat? It’s not too awkward?” Reilly just grinned and pulled him along. She hadn’t been here too often but could remember well, that the apartment in the top floor had an amazing roof terrace where Steve had an outdoor couch in case the flat got too hot during the sweltering heat waves in New York.

Once they were inside, there was no stopping them. Clothes were thrown all over the place and Reilly excused herself for a second to freshen up and when she came back, she saw Bucky prowling around. With a breathless “Think quick!” she jumped at him, her legs circling his waist as she shrieked when her ass made contact with the cold metal of his arm. Sheepishly he looked at her and mumbled “Sorry, I can heat it up if you want. It just takes a few minuets and some hot water.” Shaking her head, she whispered back “’was just surprised, that’s all. Now Mr. Beef-Cake. Show me what you got!” “Yes ma’am. But first...” He growled, bit her neck and dropped her on one of the sofas. “Stay put, princess.” A little out of breath she simply nodded. And suddenly the whole terrace lit up. There were fairy lights all over the plants, the handrail and some were above the doors. It looked breath-taking. “Oh, damn that’s gorgeous! I didn’t know Steve had a thing for this kind of decoration.” “He lost a bet to Sam. But enough of them... get on those pretty knees of yours, princess.” Her eyes were blown dark with lust and in the soft shimmer of the fairy lights they glistened to rival the stars in the night sky.

When Steve came home around lunch time the next day, he nearly had a heart attack. He dropped his phone twice, while he tried to call Natasha. “Babe, you never guess, what I ran into… Or rather who.”

FIN

P.S. Here’s a little bonus mood board. I just love making them.

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mrpenguinpants · 3 years

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Hey so that Dainsleif quest huh 👀

[Spoilers for those who haven't played it yet ofc]

These are just some disorganized initial thoughts for your consideration:

So I'm pretty sure his "travel companion" that he keeps mentioning is our twin

Does that mean our twin has gone to the exact same places as we've been going?? Dainsleif seemed to be familiar with all the locations we visited in Mondstadt but I suppose that could've been from an even earlier journey

And the possibility that the Abyss is trying to mislead us bc we hadn't encountered any abyss mages since Dvalin 🤔🤔🤔 what do they want??? We know (kinda) that our twin is watching our progress and that they're the prince/princess of the Abyss so like are they trying to keep us from getting in the way of their plans so as not to accidentally hurt us? Though something tells me we're gonna get tangled up in it one way or the other lmao

Dainsleif said that his goal is to oppose the Abyss so perhaps he's got his own secret plans to try to stop our twin (as is also supported by what he said at the end of the mortal travails video about proving ourselves worthy of stopping "her"/Lumine probably)

Also turns out I'd been pronouncing his name wrong the whole time lmao I had been saying dains-leaf instead of dains-lif

No Vision as confirmed by his full character model

Also his eyepatch is more of a phantom of the opera mask lmao

Important observation he looks like post timeskip Dimitri from a distance when I had to meet him in Dvalin's Lair I legit thought he was Dimitri for a sec XD

Anyway those were my thoughts about the new quest lmao my internet was cutting out the whole time while I was trying to play like dsfkdksjf pls I just wanted to talk to blond eyepatch man

Important part of this post:

I took a lot of pictures of Dainsleif if you want to use them as references (or appreciation). The pictures are under the read more tag so if you don’t want spoilers, don’t read anything and skip to the read more.

Also, he calls you and your sibling “idiots” through money.

He asks for 500 mora and (this is probably just a coincidence but considering Zhongli tips Xiangling 888 mora I’m sus). The number 250 [二百五] or ( èr bǎi wǔ) means “idiot”.

If someone calls you 250, they can say (nǐ shì wǔ bǎi) or “You are [250]”. But if you give someone 500, this can be taken as saying two people are stupid (250 + 250 = 500). I mean, that’s probably not how it works but I think it’s funny to imagine Dainsleif being too polite to call us stupid.

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I know right? When I saw the leak for it and seeing it confirmed in patch notes, I was so confused. Wha-Why are you here so early? I wasn’t expecting you for another 5 years at least. I’m happy to see you and your beautiful model in game but at the same time I was so worried that we were going to get crumbs of interactions. Same thing with Guizhong in Zhongli’s story quest. Genshin please...finish your stories (that’s fucking hilarious coming from me considering I still have a part 2 to Childe that I need to write), but I’m honestly just happy that he’s in the game. But yes 👀👀 more lore food.

You know, I was talking about the archons a bit with @maagdalen and, I may have been misunderstanding or reading the wrong message, but they brought up the idea that what if the archons’ personality is based on their regions country's? So for example, Venti’s personality adopts the German mentality because Mondstadt was modelled after Germany? Obviously, I have no idea if that’s true because I’m not from or am German but in the context of Liyue and Zhongli. I can definitely see some sort of connection.

But some food for thought:

“But cyro archon is very viable since she's suppose to be a kind hearted person that needed to be cold for the sake of freedom. or peace. something like that.”

“Sorry, but this is stupidly Russian style. No matter what you say, people will always be dissatisfied. Of course it's not that bad...but it's something to think about.“

But yess, @svnflowery said the same thing. That Dainsleif was Lumine’s “guide” the same way Paimon is our guide. I actually think that’s an interesting idea. That Lumine has gone to the exact same places as we’ve been through. It actually makes me wonder (since we can play as both her and Aether), that Lumine went through the same story line as Aether. She met Venti, Zhongli, everything that’s happening right now. She’s already been through, then when she reached the Khaenri’ah chapter she failed. So she decided to spin the clock back and change destiny. I mean, this is me spit balling and I don’t think this happened but it’s something to think about.

You know funny enough, hasn’t Venti been asleep for a while? Either way, he doesn’t really strike me as the type that truly wants to be an Archon. He says in his voicelines as well that “that’s a problem for Mondstadt to deal with”. So it would be easier for the Abyss Order to mess some things up. While Zhongli has been alive for 6000 years and I highly doubt Abyss Order can do anything to him haha. If we’re going on that “Lumine has already been through this journey” she could be trying to re-make or lead us on the same path.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Dainsleif was our guide, then when Lumine spun the clock back and aligned herself with the abyss, that’s when they split. That could be a reason why he’s trying to oppose the abyss order but really I think it’s because the Abyss Order’s goal is to basically set the world on fire (or something like that). I always pronounce character names wrong and I don’t understand why people make such a big deal out of it. You know who I’m talking about, my pronunciation isn’t completely shit to the point you don’t know. So why do you keep yelling at me??

Also. The most important part of his quest was it was “Aether’s version” of the “We will be reunited” trailer.

It even showed the crushed dandelion flower and the ruin guard footprints. IT’S OUR SISTER.

I knoww, I was searching for his vision and got weird pics but that’s alright, I LOWKEY HATE THE OPERA MASK SO MUCH. GIVE ME ACTUAL MASK. THERE GOES THE “SEPERATE COLOURED EYE” ART OF KHAENRIAH PEOPLE. Yo, knock off Dimitri let’s go.

I love Dainslief’s english voice but I hate Xiao’s en voice. What a dilemma. I usually play in chinese but wow does Dainslief sound old. Jp is slightly better but I hear grandpa vibes. Korean isn’t bad and I actually don’t mind korean xiao so korean we shall go. It’s weird. I like Dainsleif english voices, Xiao chinese voice, paimon korean voice haha. Jp is usually just good all around but I have preferences. But tyty for telling me your thoughts! I’d love to hear about the Xiao quest that just dropped. Beautiful boy

sweats

yeah about that...xiao scammed me. I wonder if his speech changes based on what you say. i kind of doubt it though.

I’m looking at his outfit from every angle while Xiao stays pretty in the back.

I like that you can see his magic arm there.

While on this side you can’t.

I swear this is for research. IM TRYING TO SEE IF HE HAS A VISION. IM INNOCENT!!

he also has some sort of weird...blue thingy on his foot?

Im using Xiao as a personfication of me BUT TELL ME YOUR SECRETS

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin lore #genshin impact lore #genshin spoilers #genshin impact spoilers #genshin khaenri'ah #genshin impact khaenri'ah #genshin lumine #genshin impact lumine #genshin aether #genshin impact aether #genshin dainsleif #genshin impact dainsleif #lumine #aether #dainsleif #genshin 1.3 #genshin impact 1.3

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everyonesannoyedwithme · 3 years

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you said forever

ok so for the first jatp fic i am EVER POSTING ON THIS WEBSITE ofc it had to be something angsty 😈 and after listening to olivia rodrigo’s new song drivers license i was feeling mega inspired so… here we go i guess! also its kinda short but oh well im pretty proud of it so you can deal with its length

summary: the boys crossed over more than a year ago, but julie’s still mourning. she just got her driver’s license, and a memory comes flooding back (i’m not exaggerating when i say i legitimately listened to drivers license on repeat while writing this).

word count: 1,257

Julie wanted to cry. No, not wanted - needed. She needed to cry, to show some kind of emotion, to stop bottling it up, but she just couldn't. She needed to be strong more than she needed to cry, and what would her dad think if he walked in on her in her room, crying? He didn’t know what had happened. No one did but her and Flynn, and Julie had already spent too many hours crying on Flynn’s shoulder.

It was a good thing, she reminded herself, a good thing that the boys crossed over after the Orpheum performance. They could be at peace now. They were with her mom now.

But, God, did she want them back. When they left, Alex, Luke, and Reggie had left behind a cosmic ache in her chest, a hole that could never be filled. Alex, with his dry comments and comforting words and dance moves. Reggie, with his honesty and loyalty and joy. And Luke, oh God, Luke. Luke with his passion and his love and his stupid, stupid smile. Some days, Julie missed her boys so much she wanted to just curl up in bed with Flynn and not move.

Going into her mom’s studio had become a whole new level of hard. Seeing their instruments and clothes on top of her mom’s things? The mere thought of doing that made her want to cry. Julie was strong, but even she couldn't bear losing four people in less than two years. She had barely known them, time-wise, at least, but she loved them. Julie loved her boys with everything she had, and now they were gone.

Of course, it’s not like she could show it.

It’s not like she could just stop playing music again.

Not that they'd want that, anyway.

So Julie had kept going. She had gone on with regular life, acting like everything was normal when in actuality, she felt like she had shattered into a thousand pieces.

She had continued on with her life, and as most teenagers do, Julie had just gotten her driver’s license. The glossy card had a picture of her, wearing Alex’s pink shirt and Reggie’s leather jacket and Luke’s wallet chain. And as the seventeen year old looked at her name printed on the license, she couldn't help slipping into a memory.

Julie and Luke sat next to each other on the sidewalk. It was growing dark, the sun disappearing over the tops of the palm trees, and Julie was getting nervous. In a few minutes, Flynn would get there and they’d have to go inside to perform their song, Finally Free, for a café of record execs. Reggie and Alex were already inside, watching the other bands, but Julie couldn’t bring herself to go in and Luke stayed with her.

As a car sped past the two of them, a question popped into Julie’s mind.

“Did you ever get your driver’s license?” She asked the boy next to her. “While you were alive, I mean.”

“Yeah. Me an’ Reggie got ours on the same day.” Luke responded, a smile on his face as he remembered the day. “Why?”

“Just curious. I’ve had my permit for a couple of months.”

“You like driving?”

“I’m not sure yet. It’s kind of stressful.”

“Yeah, I get that. Alex is the same way with it.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Like driving.”

“Oh. Yeah, I love it. My parents could never afford to get me my own car, so I usually drove my dad’s or Bobby’s car.”

“What do you like about it?”

“I dunno. The freedom, mostly, I guess. And you're stalling, by the way.”

Julie blinked innocently at Luke, finally tearing her gaze away from the road. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said.

“It’s okay, Jules. I got you. Me an’ the boys, we've got you. You’re a star, you’ll do great out there.” Luke said, looking as if he wished desperately to be able to reach out to her.

“You got me?”

“I got you. Forever.”

Julie smiled slightly at her new band mate, before looking back out at the road and spotting Flynn walking towards her. She hauled herself to her feet, whispering a small “thanks” that Luke just barely caught, and walked over to meet Flynn.

“I got my driver’s license today, Luke. Just like we talked about.” Julie said softly, leaning back onto the headboard of her bed. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another one, and another one, until they were flowing freely.

“I drove through the suburbs, and I pictured I was driving home to you.” She said, hoping he could hear her somehow. “I saw the sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic.”

She could still see the boys in her room, poking around in her dream box and looking at all her pictures. She could still hear Reggie’s laugh, still see Alex’s pacing, still feel Luke’s hands on her cheeks that last moment before he left her.

“Forever, Luke. You said forever.”

Julie let her head fall to the side as the tears slowed and spotted a familiar notebook next to her dream box. She wiped the last of her tears away, got up off her bed, standing on shaky legs, and got up on her toes to reach it. As Julie walked back to her bed, she opened it, almost scared of what she would see in it.

The songbook was filled to the brim; songs, poems, and miscellaneous thoughts, lyrics, and melody snippets. Julie’s smile grew every time she came across a Julie and the Phantoms song or Trevor Wilson song, but when she got to the most recent page, her smile fell.

It wasn’t a full song. It was just a title, melody, and a few lyrics, but she swore her heart stopped when she read what was scrawled across the top of the page in what was unmistakably Luke’s handwriting.

My Star.

It’s what he used to call her. A star. His star.

She sat there, holding that journal in shock, for what felt like centuries, before her brother’s voice sliced through her thoughts.

“Julie!” Carlos called from downstairs.

“Yeah?” Julie yelled back after a moment.

“Dinner!” Her little brother responded.

“Okay! Be there in a sec’!” Julie said before going back to the songbook.

She looked at that title again, needing to know it was real. Once Julie could confirm she wasn’t seeing what she wanted, she scrambled to read the few lyrics he had written, desperate to feel like he was still there. “I know we’re not perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one. And I just can’t imagine how I’ll be okay once I’m gone.” Twenty-six words. He had written a measly twenty-six words, but it was more than she needed. Julie fumbled around on her bedside table for a pencil, the lyrics flowing from her like water in a stream. All she had to do was imagine his face, his eyes, his smile, the way he acted with the other boys, and she was filled with inspiration. Julie remembered the looks they shared while performing, the way she felt after he came to visit her at school, the way she felt that night outside the café and soon she had a new song.

It was a sad song, a heartbroken song, but it was the last song she’d ever write with Luke. Her Luke.

Even when he was gone they made each other better.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fic #jatp fic #juke #julie molina #luke patterson #palina #alex mercer #reggie peters #angst #olivia rodrigo #drivers license

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impala-dreamer · 4 years

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Rules Be Damned

SPN FanFic

~Look, in this line of work, something's always getting thrown at someone. There have to be rules. Rules that have to be followed. Unless, ya know, you need to break them...~

Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader, OFC

6,780 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Sex Pollen. DubCon-ish. Established Relationships. Fuck or Die. All the Smut.

A/N: This was based off an anonymous prompt from my One Day Only request line. Hope you all enjoy!

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Twigs broke under boots, branches gave way to waving arms.

The forest was loud that evening; wildlife screamed as they scrambled away from rushing bodies, birds overhead chirped in warning.

Three hunters with guns on the ready took on the woods like an invading army, stomping down grass, destroying bushes, kicking over habitats, unaware of the ecosystems dying around them. They were on a mission and they would not be stopped. People were dying, children disappearing. It was up to them to bring the terror that had befallen Silver Ridge to an end.

Y/N broke away from Dean and Sam, following her gut deep into the forest. She could have sworn she saw something move in the corner of her eye, and veered right when the guys went left. Now, even if she tried, she couldn’t see them through the trees; flannel and canvas was hidden by late summer greens.

The light was dying, sky turning golden ahead. Sun pulsed through the treeline like a strobe as she ran, trying to catch up with the phantom she’d seen.

Somewhere in the background, Dean yelled her name and she turned, nearly spraining her ankle as she stopped short, body moving towards his voice automatically.

“Dean?” she called back, but there was no answer, only an echo slapping her in the face. “Sam!”

The air shifted behind her and Y/N spun back around, catching a glimpse of the being she’d been chasing. The bastard was screwing with her. She was getting close.

“You wanna play games?” she asked under her breath, drawing up her pistol and taking a step. “We can play.”

She ran again, desperate to catch up with the monster. Every time she felt close, the fiend jumped further away. It was as if they were playing with a different set of rules; Y/N bound by earthly physics, and the target able to magically get around at will.

“Fuckin’ faeries.” Y/N stopped, out of breath and done with the chase. It was pointless anyway. “Coward!” She yelled, trying to incite the creature’s wrath. “Come out and fight me like a man!”

“Now, why would I do that?”

Y/N spun around in a full circle, eyes scanning the forest for the source of the comment. She held her breath as the air stilled around her, warming gently like the heat was finally coming up in an old house.

“Where are you!” she yelled, and finally, a figure appeared.

Awkwardly tall and too thin, with an alien yet beautiful face, the fae presented herself to Y/N. She wore no clothes that could be seen, but long golden hair covered her icy pale skin.

“Why would I want to fight like a man?” she asked, voice like a lullaby. “Men are not nearly as powerful as we women. It would be a disgrace to us both, to the fight itself, were we to act like men.”

Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes from the creature, enraptured by the halo of sunset that outlined her gentle curves; caught in the magic flowing from her pale pink lips, tranced by a voice too melodic and lovely to be real.

Somehow, she managed to blink enough to clear her mind. She raised her arm and took aim; gun trained on the fae’s head. “Why are you stealing the children!” she shouted, hoping her yell would bring the Winchesters to her aid.

The faerie smiled sadly. “We’re not stealing them,” she explained. “We’re giving them a new, better life. They want to be with us.”

Y/N grit her teeth and tried not to be pulling in by her sweet voice again. “You’re murdering their parents!”

“We do what we have to do.”

“So do I.” Y/N’s index finger pulsed on the trigger and she exhaled slowly, ready to shoot.

Before the muscles in her hand could contract, the fae struck in defense, shooting a single bolt of bright white lightning passed Y/N’s shoulder. It struck the tree behind her and Y/N looked up just as the canopy above came to life. Hundreds of pink flowers suddenly bloomed on the tree, aglow with sunset and magical dew. As she looked on, the flowers were illuminated in hot pink and blinding white light and the wind picked up, blowing the petals from their branches, raining down upon Y/N with a force that knocked her to the ground.

Her vision exploded in bright pink and red; the edges cut in snowy white. She felt the ground beneath her back, heard the rustle of leaves and petals, smelled the sweet perfume of exotic flora as she slipped into a warm dream.

A shot rang out, its loud boom echoing through the forest.

“Son of a bitch! Y/N!” Dean’s voice truly called out this time, but Y/N was nowhere to be seen. He’d clipped the fairy bitch, he was sure of it. A trickle of sparkling purple tainted the leaves where he’d last seen it. He ran a finger through the goo and grimaced. “What the hell is this? Blood? Come on. Next we’ll be hunting unicorns.”

Wiping the glittery blood on his jeans, Dean turned with his gun raised, squinting into the trees looking for the wounded fae. “Where’d you go, you stupid bitch!”

In response, Dean heard nothing but a faint moan from the forest floor a few paces away. Green eyes turned to a blanket of pink petals covering the ground, and a hand rose from the flowers.

“Y/N?”

He grabbed her hand and yanked, pulling Y/N up out of the thick mess of millions of pink flowers. She sat up and gasped, eyes wide and empty, lips parted and begging for air.

“Dean?”

He nodded and tucked his gun in his jeans, freeing up a hand to help her stand. “Yeah, Y/N/N. You OK? What the hell happened?”

She was covered head to toe in a faint dusting of gold and Dean wiped a bit from her cheek with his fingertips. She shivered at his touch and sighed. “Mmm. I don’t know,” she said, eyes rolling as if still stuck in a dream. “I...found the fairy and she...poof!” Y/N laughed at herself and looked up at Dean, patting his cheek with a glittery hand. “You shoot her?”

Dean sighed. “No. I clipped her. Bleeds purple, by the way. Like a freakin troll doll or something.”

Y/N giggled and pulled her hand away, leaving gilded fingerprints on his cheekbones. “Dean?” she smiled, licking her lips.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna pass out now.”

He caught her as she fell, guiding her gently back down to the ground. “Well, crap. Sam!”

The younger, taller Winchester skidding to a halt a yard or so behind Dean. He scanned the perimeter quickly before rushing over to his brother.

“What happened?” Sam knelt and pressed his fingers to Y/N’s pulse.

“She’s not dead!” Dean snapped, shifting her carefully in his arms. “Just passed out. I found her buried under all these flowers.”

Sam pulled his hand back and rubbed his fingers together, looking at the golden dust inquisitively. “What’s all over her?”

“I have no idea- shit.”

As they looked on, the golden mist clinging to Y/N’s skin disappeared, pulled in deep through every pore until nothing remained. When the last bit was gone,Y/N’s eyes fluttered and she moaned happily, waking up with two handsome men looking down at her.

“Hello there,” she teased, voice dripping with honey.

Dean dropped his chin to look her in the eye. “You alright?”

Y/N smiled and dragged her hand slowly down his chest. “Yeah…” Her gaze dropped to the flannel under her fingertips as she rubbed it gently. “Wow, this is so soft.”

The brothers exchanged a silently worried look and Dean cleared his throat.

“Let’s get you back to the motel, huh?”

Y/N bit her lip and rubbed her forehead against his shoulder. “Mkay.”

The walk back to the car was nearly impossible. Y/N had to stop every few minutes to touch something. Trees, grass, flowers, rocks- nothing was safe from her hands and she was safe from none of it. Every new texture entranced her, every touch was electric. She was floating through darkening forest, high and in love with the universe, guided by a firm but careful hand.

When they got to the car, Y/N was nearly whimpering. It wasn’t just the firm pressure of Dean’s hand at the small of her back, or the luscious and oddly sensual textures of the world around her, but every step made her jeans rub against her inner thighs and it was driving her insane. By the time they reached the Impala, her pussy was throbbing.

Dean pulled open her door and nodded to the seat. “Why don’t you lay down? You look stoned.”

Y/N could barely hear him, her entire focus was drawn to the car. She ran her hands slowly across the curve of the roof and down to the trunk, biting her lip as the cool metal made her skin dimple.

“Y/N?” Dean watched her stop by the left taillight and rub herself against the car. She moaned as the hard steel pushed against her hips. “Y/N/N?” Her eyes rolled closed and her lip disappeared between a firm bite as she rocked forward again. “Hey!” He rushed towards her and pulled her from his Baby. “Are you… humping my car?”

Y/N laughed and slapped his shoulder hard. “You’re insane.” Her hand lingered on his arm and her eyes grew huge as the muscles beneath the fabric tensed. “You’re...so strong…”

Her chest heaved and Dean looked at Sam who simply shrugged and got in the car.

“Yeah...thanks. Get in.”

Inside was no better. The leather, the windows, the upholstered roof; Y/N’s touch was immune to none of it and every pass of her fingers made her body quiver. Everything felt so good.

Dean turned the engine and glanced in the rearview. Y/N was in the middle of the seat, head back, hands trailing down her extended neck. She hummed and chewed her lip, let her eyes roll back as the pleasure took over.

He swallowed hard as a wave of heat flooded his senses. “Shit.”

Sam turned to look at him. “You OK?” His turn continued and the sight of Y/N massaging her breasts behind him made his heart skip. “Oh.”

Dean nodded, practically drooling as he watched her reflection. “Yeah.”

“We should get back,” Sam suggested, hazel eyes desperate to stay locked on her lustful expression while his brain told him to look away.

Dean squirmed in his seat, hands suddenly caressing the steering wheel as Y/N dropped a hand down her stomach. “Yeah…”

When the zipper of her jeans fell, both men shook themselves awake.

“You OK to drive?” Sam asked, cheeks red and flushed.

“I’m always OK to drive.” Dean sneered at Sam but swooned as he looked away, feeling so aroused that it was almost painful.

From the backseat, Y/N moaned loudly and Dean accidentally looked back to see her right hand disappear into her blue cotton panties.

“Fuck.”

Sam snuck a peek too and regretted it instantly. He cleared his throat. “Drive.”

The twenty mile ride back to the motel was rather intense. Y/N had somehow stripped enough to slip two fingers into her cunt and the sound of her fucking herself was made Dean so hard his cock could drive if he unzipped.

Sam was deep into the lore on his tablet, but not immune to the wet slide behind him or the pitiful whimper as Y/N tugged on her nipples. She’d hiked her bra up above her tits so she could reach, and twisted hard until each side was sensitive and ruddy.

“God, I...fuck!” She could barely speak when they pulled into the parking lot, riding the edge with her feet spread and heels dug into the leather seat.

Sam hurried to his room, unable to sit in the car any longer listening to her symphony of ecstasy.

Dean refused to look back, knowing he’d never make it out of the car if he did. His hand kept creeping closer to his cock; every touch of his fingers on his thighs making his blood sing.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said, painfully sauntering to the back door. “Let’s get inside.” He pulled open the door and gasped.

Y/N’s fingers were knuckle deep, her wrist slick and shining, her mouth open in a silent cry.

“Fuck.” He pushed down on his erection, hoping to relieve it a bit, but all it did was make his ears ring. “Come on, baby, inside.” He reached for her but Y/N couldn’t stop the rhythmic pumping of her hand.

“Can’t...stop,” she whimpered, turning her lust-darkened eyes to Dean. “Feels too good. Too good...too good…”

Dean swallowed hard and took her free hand, noticing instantly how soft her skin was, how warm. “OK,” he said gently. “Just...um…suck on your fingers while we walk, OK? That will feel good, won’t it? You like doing that.”

Y/N grinned and nodded absently as she pulled her hand from her cunt, giving her clit one more tap before letting go. “Yeah. I like to suck,” she agreed.

Dean whistled. “I know you do, babygirl. OK, come on.”

He helped her stand, trying not to brush his hand across her firm nipples as he lowered her shirt; screaming internally as he tugged her jeans back up.

Y/N sucked on her fingers, rolling her tongue around and between, making the most obscene noises Dean had ever heard outside of a Skinemax pay per view. “‘M so ot, De,” she mumbled around her hand, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth.

Dean managed to get the key in the lock and shove the door open. “What?”

“I’m so hot!” she exclaimed, pulling her fingers away as she stumbled into the room. She tugged at her shirt.

“Yeah,” Dean sighed lustfully, watching her rip the clothes from her sweat-covered body as he shut the door. “You really fucking are.”

Once naked, Y/N sighed loudly, her entire body shivering as the air conditioner spit slightly cool air through the room. “I feel...so… good,” she slurred, fingertips plucking at her bottom lip. She ran a hand down her body and back up, squeezing her breasts as Dean watched on in awe.

His dick was painfully full, aching, crushed against his tight jeans. “Jesus.” He pushed his palm down against it and his jaw shook as a wave of pleasure hit his system.

“So...soft...so...hot.” Y/N turned and looked at Dean with crazed eyes, her mind flooded with lust. “You wanna touch?” she asked, slipping her right hand down between her thighs.

Dean’s tongue tried to escape, but he pulled it back as he cleared his throat. “You’re killing me, Y/N/N.” He looked away, falling down onto the ratty old sofa, hoping to catch his breath.

“Touch me, Dean,” she cooed, dipping her fingers inside her slick pussy. “Need you…” Her brows twitched and she pouted, spreading her knees just a bit so she could slide her hand in deeper. Every movement made her gasp in tiny breaths until her chest was heaving and Dean’s mind was reeling.

“I…fuck.” Unconsciously, he’d been rubbing his cock through his jeans, consumed with how good the simple touch felt. If he felt this good, she must feel even better. “No. No. Just… you’ve been cursed with something. Just ride it out, baby.”

Y/N bit her lip and growled. “Mmm...I could ride you.” She smirked and pinched her nipple hard, pulling it out as far as she could, watching Dean’s reaction.

He let out a heavy breath through puckered lips, almost in pain as she showed off for him. “Just lay down, will you? Shit.”

Still touching herself, Y/N backed up slowly until the bed caught her at the knees. She fell backwards, landing with a puff of blankets, and spread her legs wide. “Curse or not,” she sang, “this is...amazing.” She crooked her wrist and dug her fingers in deep, slowly petting her g spot as everything trembled. “God, I feel like… like… it’s so… mmm.”

Dean’s left hand was traveling upwards, gliding over his own stomach as he watched her thrash on the bed. His mind was clouded but his resolve was true. She was under a spell. There were strict rules about these sorts of things; there had to be. One or more of them were constantly getting hit with strange spells or picking up the wrong object at a crime scene. Something was always happening and without rules, there would be trouble.

“Dean…” She called to him, moaning his name again and again as her cunt clenched.

He bit his tongue and tugged at his nipples, only then realizing that he’d torn his layers away.

“Dean, I need you.” Her hips rocked.

His throat tightened. “Sam’s looking for a cure, I’m sorry, baby.”

Impossibly, she spread her legs even wider and rubbed furiously at her clit. “Please…”

“We…” Dean was panting around his words, fingers closing firmly around his dick. “We have rules, Y/N/N…”

"Screw...your...rules…" Her voice was weak, high and full of frustration. Her arms were growing heavy, tired from their work, but her arousal was only growing stronger. "Not like...we haven't…" Y/N choked on her words as a rush of bliss washed through her. "Fuck!"

Dean sank deep into the dusty couch cushions as he jerked his cock in time with her movements. He tried to stop, to pull himself out of it, but logic could only fight so hard. "I know, but… this isn't...there's…"

Y/N sat up suddenly, her eyes locked on his fat erection, lips wet with drool. "If you say rules again so help me." Her pupils dilated fully, her skin flushed. Y/N watched as his fist slid up and down, up...and...down…

"Dean."

She was on him before he could respond, and he blinked up at her in awe as she ran a pair of boiling fingers down his chest.

He hissed at her touch. "Jesus, why does that feel so good?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with golden light and she sank to her knees in front of him. "Need your cock, Dean." Her voice was steady, monotone yet certain. He could hear how heavy her breaths were, feel their heat fan across his belly.

"We should wait...fuck."

He melted instantly, letting go of the rules when her lips brushed over his cock. She kissed the tip and looked up with eerily bright eyes, so happy that he was finally giving in.

"Need your cock," she said again, taking a longer taste. "Need to suck."

Dean dropped a hand to the nape of her neck and squeezed gently. "So...suck."

Again, a flash of gold lit her eyes, but Dean didn't notice. He was too lost in the push of her lips as they moved down his shaft, the hot slide of her tongue against his pulsing vein, the slight scrape of her top teeth over his head.

Y/N moaned as she worked; her legs spread, pussy dripping onto the ugly carpet. Every pass of her lips made her cunt hungrier, every satisfied groan from Dean made her suck harder. Her head was empty, thoughts drifting far into the background. Her vision swirled with gold and pink; everything was warm and delicious. Everything came back to sex.

"Need to fuck," she hummed, pulling away from Dean's cock with a loud pop of perfectly locked lips. She pumped him fast with both hands, licking at the tip like a lollipop. "Need to fuck...now."

Dean licked his lips and opened his eyes, looking down at Y/N with fully blown pupils. "Get up here," he growled, tugging at her arms to help her up.

He lost his breath as she sank down into his lap. Her body was so hot, skin so smooth, cunt so slick. Her thighs laid gracefully atop his, her hands curled around the nape of his neck. She kissed him slowly, tongue penetrating his hushed lips.

"Dean…"

His eyes flew open; green rimmed in gold. "Move." His teeth were clenched tight; his fingertips dug into her waist. "Now."

Y/N sucked at his bottom lip and rode him hard, using all of her strength to fuck herself on his thick cock. He clung to her back, holding her close, helping her move, utterly lost in the sensations that flooded his system.

Hot, sweet, wet, firm, soft.

Harder.

Faster.

Tighter.

"Need your cum," she cried; voice deafening against his ear.

Dean locked his arms around her and stood up, managing to turn towards the bed before stumbling forward. They fell together in a heap of sweat and lust; lips reaching, fingers clawing.

He slammed inside of her, pumping in languid strokes until she shifted beneath him, arching her back and lifting her hips just an inch. She spasmed around him, cumming hard, eyes gilded and wide, mouth a perfect circle of cherry red.

Dean's jaw twitched as he came, holding back a wild howl. Every muscle contracted, every nerve ending exploded with feeling. He doubled over, kissing her madly before rolling away, out of breath and exhausted.

The light dimmed from his green eyes and he smiled, drunk on the afterglow. “That was...wow.” He chuckled and scrounged around for the pillow, bunching it up beneath his cheek. “Rules be damned. Ha!”

Y/N was still squirming. Her fingers ran slowly up and down her sides, in between her thighs, over each breast. Her breath was steady but deep; chest rising and falling with dramatic dips that Dean missed entirely as his eyes fell closed.

“You OK?” he mumbled absently before letting out a snore. “I just gotta...take five…”

The heat was rising again and Y/N whined as she tugged on her nipples, forcefully rubbing her thighs together for a hint of friction. “Need cock...need to fuck.” Her words were crisp and pathetic, but Dean was well passed hearing her pleas.

Desperation brought her back to the sofa and Y/N climbed onto the arm, straddling the upholstered corner. Her thighs closed tight and she bent forward; bare tits grazing the old fabric. She moaned as her nipples responded, bit her lip as her clit rubbed hard against the arm.

“Need to fuck!”

Sam knocked but didn’t wait for an answer, walking in with his head down, his eyes glued to his phone. He scrolled upwards with his thumb as he spoke, making sure he was accurately relaying his findings.

“So get this, if I’m looking at this correctly…”

Y/N froze as soon as Sam began to speak, his deep voice churning inside of her and grabbing every ounce of attention. She stilled her rocking against the sofa and stood up, turning towards Sam as he shut the door behind him.

“...this tribe of faerie are mostly tricksters, and I think…”

Y/N licked her lips as her eyes flashed; golden and bright. She crossed the room quickly and was pressed up against Sam before he even looked up.

“...this curse was just a...oh!”

Her hand slipped up beneath his flannel, fingertips rolling over the hard lines of his abdomen. “Sam.” She whispered his name like a song, pushing her nakedness up against him.

Sam gasped, holding his breath as her hand dipped between his waist and his jeans. Her skin was hot, her touch soft and inviting. He suddenly felt… good.

“Y/N, stop." His tone was as weak as his resolve, and logic waned as her fingers brushed the base of his swiftly stiffening cock. "We...you're under a spell. Shit." Her palm pressed into him and Sam sucked his teeth. "Oh, god."

"Need you, Sam," she begged with a pout; firm tits rubbing against his arm. "Need to fuck."

A hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Y/N pushed up on her tiptoes, desperate to drag his lips down to hers. Sam gave in to the moment and looked down into her eyes, ready to let go just once and live in the moment.

Her fingers pulsed around his dick.

He bent down to her lips.

Her eyes glowed with golden light.

"Stop!" Sam pushed her away as gently as he could, forced back into reality by her preternatural gaze. "Y/N, we have to wait it out, OK?" He looked at the bed for the first time since arriving and saw that Dean had not had the same fortitude to hold back. "Shit."

Y/N cocked her head and poured. "Don't you want me?" she asked, presenting her hard nipples for him. She pushed her tits together from beneath, holding them up for his inspection. "Touch me, Sam." Her voice was strange to his ears, empty but rhythmic and for a moment, logic seemed a waste.

Sam stared at her breasts, his jaw slack, jeans tight.

Y/N took a step towards him. "Please, Sam. Need to feel you. All of you."

He lifted his right hand and she held her breath as it hovered over her chest.

"Need to fuck." The gold returned to her eyes. "Need to...cum."

"Shit!" Sam turned away, forcing himself to stay calm. His cock was aching already; laying long and hard against his thigh. His skin was tingling, begging to touch and be touched, but he pushed it all away with a steady breath. "You had been put under a love spell," he said, to her as much to himself. "It was just a distraction so the fae could get away. It will wear off, we just have to…" Y/N pressed herself against his back, hands sneaking around to have their way with him. "...we just have to…" Hot fingers reached up to brush across his nipples and Sam shivered. "...have to stay…" A small but determined hand curved over his erection, rubbing through the denim. "...strong."

Sam's eyes glazed over and his head tipped back as Y/N ran her hands over him. Like magic, she managed to pry the flannel from his shoulders, pull the gray tee up and over his head. She ran her lips across his skin; tongue tracing every line like it was her own. She felt so good, hitting every spot like he had given her a map to his arousal.

"Y/N…" His breath curled into her name.

Her mouth was wet on his hip bones; fingers tugging at his belt.

"Need your cock."

The monstrously mindless tone struck his ears and Sam snapped out of it again, immediately backing away. "No."

She rushed at him, pathetic and needy, yet filled with unnatural strength. "Need to fuck!" She grabbed at him, but Sam was stronger, grabbing both of her wrists to try and subdue her. "Need to fuck!"

"You need to calm down!" he countered, spinning her so that her hands were pinned behind her back.

Y/N let out a cry that nearly broke his heart. She thrashed in his grip, pulling so hard that Sam was afraid her shoulder would dislocate. "Please!"

He let her go and Y/N spun around.

"Sam. Please." Wide eyes went soft as she called to him, and suddenly, Y/N's entire frame began to crumble. Her shoulders slumped, her knees went weak, the ground began to rise.

Sam scooped her up before she fell and held her close. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered gently into her hair. "It'll be over soon."

"Sam?" Her whisper snuck upwards from the cave of his arms, and Y/N slid a hand with it.

"Yeah?"

The hand closed around the firm muscles of his shoulder, massaging with salacious intent.

"Need you, Sam. So bad."

He inhaled deeply; the smell of forest and sweat in her hair making his eyes roll gently. Her head turned, cheek on his chest replaced by lips, and Y/N kissed her way across the broad expanse, enjoying every twitch of tanned flesh.

"Fuck me, Sam," she sang. "Need to fuck."

When she popped the buckle of his belt, Sam growled in annoyance, mad at himself for falling again.

"Damnit!"

It wasn't easy to tie her up, but he made it sound like a game.

Sam sat her down and lovingly drew his hands across her bare arms until he could cuff her wrists to the chair. She hummed in aroused excitement as he knelt before her and carefully tied each ankle, spreading her naked pussy wide, but taking away all ability for her to move. She moaned happily as he stood back up, her mouth watering as his open zipper came back into view.

"Kinky Sam," she teased, lips reaching for him as he made sure the restraints weren't too tight. "Needs to tie a girl up before they fuck. I can get into that."

Sam sighed. "No. We're going to wait this out."

Arousal turned to fear. "What? No." She tugged at her cuffs. "Sam. No. Need to fuck. Please!"

He shook his head sadly and backed away. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Why!” she begged, squirming as much as she could to break free. “Don’t you want me? I want you so bad, Sam. So bad. I need you.”

He turned away; he had to. There were rules.

Dean was still passed out on the bed, somehow sleeping through all of Y/N's yelling, so Sam sat on the sofa, out of her sight. He hoped being quiet and out of view would calm her down, but she only thrashed harder, screamed more desperately.

"It'll be over soon," he assured her again and again, holding his head up with a tired hand. "It'll be OK."

Eventually, she called, flailing lessening to a mild twitch every few seconds. Her entire body would jerk violently and then settle; her head would roll from side to side. When her moans softened to weak murmurs, Sam relaxed, sitting back against the couch.

"You're gonna be fine, Y/N/N. We're all gonna be fine."

Y/N's head dropped, chin resting on her chest, and Sam closed his eyes for a blessed second of peace.

"What's going on?" A groggy Dean sat up in bed and twisted at the waist to see Y/N tied to a chair. "What the hell, Sam!"

Sam looked up and then away quickly as Dean's naked ass met his eyes. "Dude. Pants."

Dean rolled his eyes but grabbed his boxers before rushing over to Y/N. "What did you do to her?"

"Me?" Sam sat forward. "Nothing. She came at me- well, kept coming at me. I- she's under a spell. I had to."

Dean looked her over carefully, green eyes growing wide with concern. "Sam, she's not breathing." Panic rose. "Y/N!" He slapped her cheek and she came back, sucking in a heavy breath. "Fuck."

Her eyes fluttered. "Fuck? Please."

Dean let out a brief sigh of relief then looked to Sam. "What'd you do?"

"I wouldn't touch her and she kept coming at me. I don't know." He rushed to her side and her entire body began to tremble.

"Need...to…" Y/N's eyes rolled to white and she panted, unable to draw in another normal breath. "Please…"

Dean's forehead creased down the middle as worry flooded his mind. "What's happening?" His hands hovered over her body, afraid to land and hurt her.

Sam pressed to finger to her throat and closed his eyes, counting. "Her pulse is weak. I…fuck, she's cold." He pulled away and Y/N screamed at the loss of his touch. Tears ran down her cheeks as she choked for lack of air.

"She's dying, Sam!" Dean dropped to the floor and set to untying her left ankle. "Y/N! Come on, baby, wake up." He placed a hand on her thigh and the trembling stopped.

Y/N's head rolled. "Please."

Sam felt her pulse again and looked at Dean, confused. "It's helping...keep touching her."

"What?" Dean sat back, his hand slipping from her skin.

Y/N whined painfully. Her pulse dropped.

Sam clenched his jaw and reached for her breast, closing his palm over the quickly cooling flesh. Her pulse picked up and her breathing slowed. She moaned happily and Sam shook his head.

"We need to fuck her," he said softly, rubbing her tit gently.

Dean hesitated. "Excuse me?"

Y/N's trembling turned to squirming as Sam rolled her nipple between two large fingers. "It's the curse," he told Dean. "We fuck her or…"

"Please, Sam," she moaned, chewing her lip. "Please."

"Or?"

Sam squeezed her. "Or she dies."

Dean's face ran the gambit of emotions, settling on amused concern. "You know... I just did. Why-"

"Maybe it wasn't enough?"

"It was more than adequate!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "For the curse, Dean."

"Oh." He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Well. Ok, then." He dropped his hand back to her thigh and Y/N hummed gratefully. Her hips lifted a bit and Dean's eyes were drawn to the wet flesh of her exposed cunt; juices flowing, lips swelling. His mouth watered. "Maybe she just needs to cum real bad."

Y/N's stomach tensed. She tugged at her cuffs. "Yes. Cum. Need to cum. Please!"

Gingerly, Dean ran his hand upwards and her skin warmed to the touch.

Sam’s fingers on her pulse registered the change and he nodded at Dean. “Do it.”

“Please, Dean,” Y/N whispered desperately. “Make me cum, please. Need to cum...so bad.”

His fingers slid into the crease of her thigh and Dean ran his thumb across her swollen slit. It was slick and Y/N moaned enthusiastically.

“Yeah. Please. Please!”

Dean pushed his thumb into her cunt and Y/N took in a deep breath, her eyes glowing bright as she looked down at the elder Winchester.

“Fuck me, Dean.”

He rocked forward on his knees and pressed his lips to her clit in a suckling kiss that made her hips shake.

“Yes. Please! Need to fuck. Need to cum!”

Sam felt her come back to life; saw the color flood back through her veins. As Dean rolled his tongue through her wetness, Sam let her go and slowly took a step back.

Y/N let out a painful whine. “Sam, no.” She struggled to reach for him, wrists tight against the cuffs. She turned her head towards him, lips puckering, eyes locked on his jeans. “Please!”

His cock swelled but he hesitated; the golden hue in her eyes the only thing reminding him that they were operating under magical circumstances. If it weren’t for her failing vitals, the entire scene might have been out of one of Y/N’s midnight, whiskey-fueled confessions, but it was all wrong.

A single tear escaped and trailed down Y/N’s cheek. Golden or no, her pretty eyes begged for him. “Don’t let me die, Sam…” Her strength ebbed and her head rolled; the tight in her shoulders and arms was fading, she was fading.

Sam took a breath. “I won’t, babygirl.”

The moment his cock passed between her lips, Y/N came back to life. She licked him until hard then sucked down everything he had to give her. Sam couldn’t deny the extreme sensation; there was something warmer, something softer, something more amazing about her tonight than ever before, and it wasn’t long before he was fucking into her mouth without regret.

Dean crooked his fingers deep inside her pussy and Y/N came, clenching around his knuckles. She stilled for a moment, but the whimpering returned; she needed it from both ends, needed to be so filled she couldn’t breathe.

With his right hand still massaging her cunt, Dean untied her ankles, distracting her with kisses and tiny bites on her inner thighs as Sam pulled away to open her cuffs.

They were careful to keep their hands on her at all times, at least one man doing something to her as they moved to the bed. If they were gone at the same time, she crumbled, blood pressure dropping, heart rate falling. They needed to keep her going just a little while longer.

“Need your cum,” she moaned, weak limbs thrashing on the bed as Sam helped her to her knees. “Need it so bad.” Her eyes rolled back painfully and Sam grit his teeth, gently shaking her back awake.

“Hey! Hey, hang on,” he told her, kissing her eyes back open. “Stay with us.”

Behind her, Dean gave his brother a grave look. “How much longer?”

Sam shrugged and lay back, pulling Y/N with him, safe in his arms. “I don’t know, just...just do it.”

Y/N sagged against Sam's chest, barely breathing. "Please. Need to fuck. Need your cum."

Brushing her cheek, Sam guided her eyes up to his. "Just hang on, you hear me?"

She nodded as best she could, and Sam shoved his tongue between her lips, revving her back up as if his kiss were electro shock. She breathed deeply and sat up on her own, clawing at his chest and moaning into his mouth.

Dean snuck up from behind and ran his hand firmly down her spine. "Come here, baby. I want that sweet pussy. Now." He slapped her ass gently and Y/N responded, walking backwards on her knees until Dean could take what he wanted. He plunged two fingers into her cunt and pumped slowly, covering his hand in her hot slick.

Sam's cock stood tall before her gilded eyes and Y/N took a taste, flicking at him with the tip of her tongue. With a smirk, Sam scooted down a bit and let her have it all, laying back as she closed her lips around him.

Dean fucked her steadily, his hands locked on her hips, thighs slamming firmly into her ass. Every thrust pushed her down onto Sam and every buck of Sam's hips in retaliation sent her deeper into Dean's thick cock.

She was in heaven, she was lost in the feeling; so full, so happy, so utterly and undeniably distracted. She screamed around Sam's cock as she came again, flooding Dean's cock and the stiff sheets below. Her cunt pushed and pulled at him until he couldn't hold back, and his head flew back as he came, adding to the mess at his knees.

Sam felt them both go and watched carefully as the gold dimmed in Y/N's eyes. He pushed a hand through her hair and held her in place, taking over as he reached his end. He jerked his hips hard, fucking into her tiny, hot mouth. Y/N moaned when he came, barely able to swallow him all down. It dribbled with her spit from the corners of her mouth, sliding less than gracefully down her naked body, pooling on the bed below.

She looked up as Sam pulled back and gasped, the golden light vanishing totally from her eyes.

"Fuck!" She held her breath as the room grew dark around her and collapsed into a heap between the brothers.

"Y/N!" Dean grabbed at her, carefully spinning her onto her back. "Y/N!"

Sam grabbed her wrist and sighed in relief. "She's fine. Pulse is steady." He turned away to grab his shorts and shook his head. "Ya know, we have rules for a reason, Dean."

Green eyes looked up from the bed. "I know the rules. She was dying!"

"She wasn't until you touched her."

"Excuse me?" Dean shot up from the bed, ready to fight. "I didn't do this. I was dosed too, if you don't remember."

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "So was I."

"So maybe it was your fault for touching her!"

"You flat out fucked her ten minutes after getting back here."

Y/N sat up on her elbows and groaned at the boys. "You both fucked up!" she interjected, pulling the feuding hunters apart. "Now you're both gonna get over here and give me some goddamned aftercare!"

Dean laughed and Sam blushed.

"Yes, ma'am," Dean sang, hopping to get back into bed.

Y/N stopped him with a reprimanding hand. "Oh, no. You," she said pointing at Sam, "get me a wet towel. And you-" her eyes flew back to Dean, "are gonna go get me some food."

Dean pouted. "But...cuddles?"

Y/N laughed. "After pizza."

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Drive Her Crazy || Part VIII

PAIRING: Wanda Maximoff x OFC/Reader

Summary: AU. Meet Wanda, the new ‘It’ girl. She’s built her social standing as a social influencer through Instagram and vlogging on Youtube. Queen Bee in her social circle, she’s got everyone wrapped around her finger. She’s perfect, you think. Girls like that require a little finesse, and you’re ready to play the game.

Warnings: Non-healthy relationship, psychological games, eventual smut

Note: I’m not going to lie, the next part is straight up just smut. Continuously.

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V || PART VI || PART VII

PART VIII of X

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It spread like wildfire.

The news that Wanda and Vision had officially broken up, and that he got signed to a label.

Wanda had heard pretty quickly that you and Natasha had also ended as well through Clint.

You had expected that you and Wanda would get together pretty quickly. After all, there were no more obstacles preventing the two of you from getting together.

Yet, to your pleasant surprise, Wanda slowed back on being aggressive with getting you. She was playing coy, enticing you to chase her.

And you loved a good chase.

You were meeting up with Wanda for lunch today. It would be a casual setting, you weren’t taking her anywhere fancy. After lunch, you were going to be taking a walk along the park before you needed to head back to work.

“Hey, you.”

A voice took you out of your thoughts as you turned to see Wanda, who had entered the restaurant and took a seat across from you.

“Hey,” you greeted her softly with a smile.

The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other every day with you being busy with your collaborations, and Wanda seeing an acting coach to help her with the audition you set up for her.

She was constantly buzzing around with excitement about the audition, along with being incredibly nervous.

You told her multiple times you had full confidence she would get the role. She would always flitter to your side as if cuddling into you was giving her the confidence and reassurance she needed.

“Sorry, I hope you didn’t wait long. I got caught up in a phone call for my next project.”

You waved your hand to shake it off.

“No, I just got here myself from being holed up in the studio. What’s your next project?”

Wanda was looking through the menu, contemplating what she was going to get as she answered you.

“I got invited to shoot a promo video for that upcoming fundraiser that’s happening on the beach. It’s me and a bunch of other social influencers that are going to be shooting it. They want to attract young rich people to the fundraisers and celebrities if possible.” Wanda seemed to decide what she wanted to eat and called the waitress over.

“Oh? That’s quite interesting,” you comment as the both of you order. “When will you be shooting?”

“I’ll be shooting tomorrow. It’ll be the entire today, they were kind of poor on time management. The fundraiser is happening at the end of the month.”

“Jesus, is that even enough time for enough people to see the promo video?” You ask, leaning back and running your hand through the front of your hair. You look over to see Wanda just staring at you and licking her lips.

You send her a sly smirk, and she coughs lightly at so openly gazing at you before drinking her water.

Wanda shrugs, “They’re going to be staying up all night to edit it and release it the next day, so hopefully. It’s just less than three weeks. I’ll have to go to the fundraiser too to show my support. I’ll be advertising it on my IG this week.”

Soon enough, the waitress comes over with your food, and the two of you eat, making smaller talk in between before you pay the bill and walk out together.

The two of you are walking through the park, enjoying the nice weather and scenery.

You walk pretty closely together, your shoulders lightly brushing with every step. It was when Wanda decided to brush her pinky against yours that you smiled before fully grasping her hands, lacing your fingers together.

That was happening a lot more. There was more skinship between the two of you. It was like the two of you magnetized towards each other. There always had to be something.

Wanda looks away, smiling as she bites her lip.

You two don’t say anything, just walking and swinging your hands lightly.

“So,” Wanda says, her voice husky. “How’s work for you?”

You lull your head from side to side. “It’s been pretty good. Been wrapped up in the studio a couple days. Will be there for a couple more. After that, I have to shoot the music video.”

“Wow, sounds like it’s going to be pretty busy for you,” Wanda commented. You could hear the slight twinge of disappointment in her voice. You tried not to openly smile at that, but it was kind of difficult.

God, you were like a lovesick puppy.

“Yeah,” you replied to Wanda. “It’ll be about two to three weeks before I finish, so actually right before the fundraiser. On top of that, I’m going to need to start looking at some places to stay.”

Wanda stopped walking, tugging you to a stop as well. You turn around to see Wanda’s confused face.

“Why are you looking at places?”

You rub the back of your neck, giving Wanda a shy smile. “Well, I did tell you that if I enjoyed it here enough, I would consider moving.”

Wanda’s giving you a smile as she’s pulling you a little closer.

“Anything in particular you enjoying?” She asks coyly and you grin, pulling her closer until you could wrap your arms around her waist.

“I could say a few things are keeping me around,” you say, grinning as the two of you are leaning closer.

You hadn’t kissed her since Tony’s party where she cornered you in the bathroom.

Wanda is grinning as she’s leaning in, eager to taste your lips again. Just as your lips were about to touch, your phone rang in your back pocket.

Wanda huffs in disappointment while you just grin, pulling back to pick up your phone.

Wanda watches you idly as you chat on the phone, biting her bottom lip gently as she takes in your look.

God, you looked so sexy today, wearing your tight fitted jeans, loose white v-neck shirt, and a leather jacket. When you ran your fingers through your hair earlier in the restaurant, she could see your double pierced lobe and a helix earring on your cartilage.

Wanda really just wanted to take you to bed.

She was having phantom flashes of your hands on her from the night at the hotel.

You put your phone away, turning to Wanda with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I need to actually get back to the studio right now. Let me drop you off?”

Wanda nods understandingly, and the two of you walk back to your car.

Smiling at you when you open the passenger door for her, she slips in, eyeing you as you walk over to the driver’s side.

She wanted you.

If there was one thing Wanda could always say about herself: she always got what she wanted.

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"Let’s take a break everyone, great work! At this rate, we’ll definitely finish recording today. How about a two-hour break? Go get something to eat, relax a little, and come back fresh to finish this off?”

Everyone in the studio cheers and claps at what you said, filtering out of the room.

You’re also packing up to head out as well. You needed to grab a couple things if you wanted to surprise Wanda in time.

“Whoa there,” Ryan, the engineer you’ve worked with for many of your tracks, called out to you. “Where’s the fire? This is new. You never leave the studio, even when you let everyone else go for a break.”

You laugh softly, not arguing against that.

“Well, I guess there’s a first for everything,” you reply to him, trying to find your keys.

“Oh man,” Ryan groans jokingly. “There’s only one thing that can change work habits. A girl.”

You find your keys and get ready to walk out the door. You turn your head back to him smirking.

“Oh no, not just any girl,” you tell Ryan. “It’s the girl.”

You hear Ryan chuckle as you close the door to the studio and walk out to your car.

Wanda had texted you this morning that the shooting was happening at the beach where the fundraiser will be. She seemed like she was going to be busy most of the day, shooting the promotional video and was disappointed you wouldn’t be able to see each other for a while.

You stopped by a bagel place to pick up your order before heading over.

You could see the filming happening in the distance and smiled at seeing Wanda with other girls you didn’t recognize huddled side by side as they laughed and splashed water in front of the camera.

Walking closer to the set, the security looking at you before letting you in. The hosts of fundraiser hired a director for the promotional video, they were trying to shoot multiple promo videos and had no experience in doing that. The director they hired was a close friend of theirs, also attending the fundraiser and wishing for its success.

And, it was someone you knew. You had worked with her in the past for your older music videos. You called her up to ask if it was okay to stop by the filming site for Wanda.

She said it was totally fine at the time you were coming, it would be around lunchtime anyways.

“Ashley,” you called over softly to alert her of your presence as you put down the bags of food onto the back table.

“Oh, you’re here! Cut! Everyone take a break.”

You looked over to see the director as she waved at you. Her voice had brought the attention of the crew around. Wanda looked over, and her jaw dropped slightly to see you.

She immediately ran over to you, jumping into your arms. You caught her in your arms, spinning her around once before you let her down.

“What are you doing here!” Wanda exclaims, hugging you again. “I thought you were going to be busy in the studios for a while.”

You laugh as you return her embrace. “Very busy, yes, but couldn’t resist escaping for a while to see you. Especially when you told me this morning you were just dying for a bagel.”

Wanda looks behind you and sees a table full of bagels that the staff was helping put out. She was about to say something when the director cut in.

“How thoughtful for you to bring some for the rest of us as well,” Ashley chimed, grabbing one of the bagels, and taking a huge bite. The other influencers and crews also helped themselves while Wanda just smiled at you.

“Well,” you say, not taking your eyes off of her. “I can’t look like I’m playing favorites here.”

Ashley just snorts. “Right, right. Must’ve been my imagination when you called me the other day bribing me with food for my crew if I let you on the set to see Miss Wanda Maxmimoff here.”

Everyone on the set laughs, including Wanda as you just smile sheepishly.

“Whoops, I’ve been caught,” you say, not even the slightest embarrassed that you’ve been exposed.

“Oh my gosh!” One of the influencers exclaims, turning your attention to her. “I totally remember seeing you at Wanda’s birthday party. You’re Lady Phantom!”

The other influencers who were at Wanda’s party look at you and start mouthing off in agreement.

You just smile and nod, while Wanda’s hanging on your arm.

“Oh my god, I am so freaking jealous that Wanda got you to play for her at the party. That was so amazing! Now you’re here to visit her on set and bring food to everyone!” The same girl that pointed you out says. “Are you two dating?”

She was asking so excitedly that you thought it was a little weird.

Both of you shake your head, feeling a little shy at such a direct question.

“No,” you say, coughing slightly into your fist. “Just here to support and visit a really good friend.”

Wanda shifts the conversation quickly, introducing you to all the other influencers who were in the promo videos.

Honestly, it was too many names, and you didn’t really care about any of them except Wanda, so the names really just flew over your head.

When you and Wanda got a chance to talk more privately, she went into a little more detail about the shoot and who was filming. The only name that was as big as Wanda’s was a girl who was standing off to the side, eyeing you the entire time.

Vanessa Goldaire, you remember Wanda telling you.

Wanda didn’t directly say it, but you could sense that there was tension between the two. Definitely some competition there, one always trying to outdo the other. You pretended to not notice it, though.

You had made eye contact with Vanessa a couple times, and Wanda noticed it because you had to look past her to make eye contact with the other girl.

It made her bristle somewhat, but she didn’t say anything.

Since you didn’t have to return to the studio for a while, you opted to stay and watch them shoot on set.

The switch went on for Wanda going back to work, but she was subtly eyeing you, grabbing your attention.

She dropped her towel to reveal her bikini suit, swaying her hips as she went into position.

You found yourself holding your breath as you watched her.

She was seducing you with no one even realizing it.

Wanda definitely wanted your eyes on her and her only.

You bit your lip.

God, she was perfect.

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The rest of the week, you couldn’t escape work. With the recording finished, you moved immediately into filming the music video. The day after you had finished visiting Wanda, you had Charles hire a crew for filming and sent you your usual assistant, Jane.

You had Jane post out applications for people to be in the music video. You spent the day with the producer to look over all the applications you received. The only person you were looking to find left was who would be the main lady lead of the video.

Your eyes were getting tired from looking at the portfolios, and you were about to just let the producer pick whoever he liked best when you came across one that made you smirk.

Vanessa Goldaire sent in her portfolio.

Initially, you had thought about casting Wanda for the leading lady for your music video to help her get a little more work to add to her portfolio when she wanted to audition for other roles.

In the end, you decided not to as the overall song and video didn’t match Wanda.

If you were going to put Wanda in your work, you wanted to create something that was solely meant for her. Complimented her in every way, like she was the song and story for the music video.

You believed that Wanda deserved that.

But Vanessa Goldaire?

Well, she would do, for both this music video and as your final play towards Wanda.

“I want her,” you pull her portfolio out, eyeing it briefly. It was similar to Wanda’s portfolio of work, but it was like whatever brands Wanda represented, Vanessa represented their biggest competitor.

The producer looks and nods in agreement. You give the resume over to your assistant.

“Call her and arrange it,” you tell Jane who nods.

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The next week passes quickly as you’re busy shooting the music video. It got delayed slightly when the singer you worked with got sick. She was well enough to work on day three.

You shot all the parts you could without the singer. With all craziness, you hardly had time to talk to Wanda.

On set, you met Vanessa, who was very professional when working. The two of you ended up frequently talking due to working together. Granted, it was all about work. Vanessa had asked you a few personal questions like how you met Wanda, or how long you were in the city for, or if you were seeing anyone.

She seemed pleased with the answers you provided, and you knew immediately that she was into you.

Soon enough, the music video was wrapped up, just in time for you to be able to go with Wanda to the fundraising event.

It was by no means an extreme fancy dress code since it was on the beach, but there was a level of unspoken standard that had to be met.

You and Wanda decided to meet there as there were some last-minute things you had to tie up for work before heading over.

The editing team would be finished in a couple days, so you just had spent some time watching the unedited clips and giving your directions and opinion.

After everything seemed to be okay, you left off for the fundraiser.

It was set in the evening, the sun still out but would soon set. You had recognized a couple people through your industry and made small talk.

Excusing yourself eventually, you went back to trying to find Wanda and soon enough, you did. She was chatting with Ashley and a couple other of the influencers (the names still escape you).

You come up, placing your hand on the small of her back, surprising her as she turns around. She’s wearing a one-piece pastel pink jumpsuit that she looks absolutely stunning in.

“There you are!” She utters, pulling you into a tight hug as it’s been a while since the two of you have seen each other. You feel her subtly inhale your scent and you do the same, feeling it calm you as you’re finally with her.

“Hey,” you say into her hair before the two of you let go, and you turn to greet everyone else.

They’re making small talk before you see Vanessa walk by. She has her arm around a man’s arm as she smiles at you when she passes by.

You’re about to turn to ask Wanda if she knows who Vanessa is with when an influencer (Lily, you think) standing next to you already starts to gossip.

“Oh, great,” Lily says as Vanessa walks past them. “Vanessa brought Derek Cartwell with her.”

“Who’s that?” You asked, the name not ringing any bells to you.

“I guess you can say Derek is a newcomer to the group. He won the lottery about...six months ago? It was about two million he won, and he went right into business. He invested everything into his idea and just sold his venture for five million. He’s already onto his next idea and is apparently looking for investors this time in addition to putting his own money in.” Lily tells you as everyone’s eyeing Vanessa and Derek.

You’re overwhelmingly unimpressed.

Really? His net-worth was only five million? Your last album made more than that.

The fact that Vanessa would bring him as a way to get your attention was also unimpressive.

She could’ve picked someone a little better at least.

Soon enough, everyone was being ushered to the seating area for the main event of the fundraiser, the live auction.

A lot of the guests who came here had donated items for the auction as sponsors. Since their target audience was young rich people, the items donated were some interesting things.

There were custom artworks, luxury vacation packages, high-end jewelry, wines, rare books, and so many other items.

You were content to sit with Wanda, enjoying the auction. Most of these items were out of Wanda’s price range, but it didn’t seem like anything particularly interested her so far, so you didn’t make any attempts to bid for anything.

Most of the items were being increased by increments of $1000 to $1500 increments.

It was getting pretty upscale quickly, but nothing had surpassed $50,000.

Vanessa and Derek sat on the other section next to you and Wanda, also in the first row. You had your hand casually resting on the back of Wanda’s chair with your legs crossed.

You could feel Vanessa eyeing you, and so could Wanda. You pretended to not notice or look over, and Wanda changed her seating position so that her knees would face you, and brush against your knees lightly.

The night went on with Derek bidding for things for Vanessa. The crowd was whispering praises to her, that she was so lucky to have someone get her all these things.

You could tell it was grating on Wanda.

It wasn’t until the last item, a pearl necklace, came into the auction that caught Vanessa’s attention.

“This is a Mikimoto white south sea cultured pearl strand, with an 18k yellow gold piece. The starting price is $5500.” The auctioneer said, and immediately, someone from the crowd increased it by another $1500. You could see from your peripheral that Vanessa was whispering in Derek’s ear, probably that she wanted the necklace.

The necklace was already at $10,000.

“$30,000,” Derek said, holding up his bidding card.

People were whispering again. Women who had attended were clamoring about how Vanessa was a lucky girl.

You finally turned your head over to see Vanessa staring you, a smirk on her lips.

You hear Wanda sigh, and you turn your attention to her.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, and Wanda just shakes her head.

“Nothing,” she says quietly to not draw attention to herself. “It’s just...Vanessa always does this at every event. She ends up making the event about her.”

You saw Wanda eyeing the necklace as well, but she didn’t seem to say anything about it.

You licked your lips, a small smirk coming out.

“$30,000 to the gentleman in the front. Anyone else?” The auctioneer called out.

Lily had told everyone that Derek was investing his money into his next venture while looking for investors as well. From what it sounded like, he hadn’t quite found anyone yet.

He had bid for many things tonight, winning most of them. If he weren’t careful, he would end up not having enough to invest into his next business venture.

You held your bidding card.

“$35,” you called.

“$35,000. Anyone else?” The auctioneer called again.

“$40,000,” Derek held up his card again.

“$45,” You answer quickly, card raised again.

“$50,” Derek retorted.

“$55,” You answered. Wanda was looking eyes wide at you as she pulled at your sleeve.

Derek looked at you, half-impressed but also half-annoyed that you were competing with him.

“$80,000,” Derek jumped the price, smirking at you.

At this point, Derek had met the necklace’s worth and then some. It would just be insane for you to bid any higher.

You smirked back at him.

He didn’t know insanity was your game.

“$100,000.”

There were whispers of shock around in the room. You knew that Derek couldn’t bid any higher.

He had reached his limit on how much he could bid before he would be putting his next business venture at risk.

His jaw clenched slightly, but he put on a friendly smile before conceding to you.

“$100,000. Anyone else?” The auctioneer said himself, also in slight shock. “Going once, going twice, sold! To the generous lady in the front!”

There were thunderous claps around as the auction came to an end. You came up to collect the necklace and held it delicately in your fingers. You went up to Wanda, who was looking at you with wide eyes and mouth slightly opened.

“What are you...?” She asked, everyone’s eyes on the two of you.

You gently took one hand to move the back of her hair to the side before undoing the clasp of the necklace and delicately placing it on her.

Once it was on, you eyed her, really just gazing at her defined collarbone.

“There,” you said softly. “Thought your outfit was missing something.”

Wanda just chokes on a laughter as she flings herself into your arms. You return her laughter with your own as you return her embrace, squeezing her lightly.

Well, at least Wanda could say this event definitely didn’t end up just being about Vanessa.

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The fundraiser moves on to just late-night drinks and chatting. The host actually comes up to greet you, thanking you for your generous donation.

“Oh, it’s quite alright. It’s a noble and worthy cause, plus Wanda now has her outfit complete, so we’re all winners here.”

The host just laughs, shaking your hand once more before moving to Wanda and shaking her hand as well.

“You are a very, very lucky girl,” he says, and she chuckles.

“Don’t I know it,” she tells him, eyeing you from the side with a smile.

He leaves the two of you together, and you turn to face each other.

“You’re unbelievable,” Wanda says, touching her necklace again. This was even more than the engagement ring Vision had gotten her.

She was basking as the lady of the night. It felt good to finally stick it to Vanessa. Wanda could see that Vanessa had been eyeing you all night, and it was really starting to annoy her.

Wanda couldn’t help but look at Vanessa and smirk when they made eye contact.

She was preening, really.

“Well, as I said, it’s a worthy and noble cause,” you have your lips turned into a crooked grin.

“The charity?”

“No. You,” you clarify, blinking slowly as Wanda tries to control her smile, biting her bottom lip.

Wanda’s moving closer to you again, and you don’t think you could survive holding out any longer.

If Wanda dragged you home, you would be quite the happy and willing participant in her plans.

Your cellphone started ringing again.

Wanda let out a quiet groan of disappointment while you blinked and pulled back.

You swore you could hear Wanda mutter under her breath, “The universe is plotting against me, I swear to God.”

You could only give her an apologetic look as you picked up your phone.

“Ah, shit,” you say as you hang up the phone. “I gotta go back to the studio. There’s some kind of problem with one of the clips. Are you going to be okay? Did you want me to drop you off or anything?”

Wanda just smiles at you with a sigh.

“No,” she says, looking around her. “Everyone is still here, so I should be too. I’ll get one of the other girls to drop me off.”

You nod, looking over to the other girls before looking back at Wanda. You purse your lips slightly before you lean in again, this time to cup Wanda’s jaw and neck as you kiss her cheek softly.

“Don’t get in any trouble,” you tenderly say, smiling as she sighs happily and chuckles.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Wanda says teasingly.

Waving once more to Wanda, you head out to your car.

You sigh, feeling sad that you have to part with her.

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You end up having the meet with the editing team a couple times the next couple of days. It’s the middle of the week when everything officially wraps up, and the video is posted.

You celebrate as always by buying champagne for everyone at the bar a couple blocks from the studio. The crew and staff decide to stick around longer, ordering more drinks to celebrate their hard work.

You have no plans to stay longer, though, wanting to see Wanda instead. You had planned to make a last play towards Wanda, but you found yourself just missing her more.

The game was good, but every good game needs an end.

You were thinking about grabbing some wine on the way home, take Wanda back to your place, set up a little blanket fort on your balcony, stargaze, and then place your lips everywhere on her body.

Just as you were about to leave, Vanessa came up to you, smiling as she leaned against the bar counter, her top riding up to show her midriff a little.

“Hey, hotshot,” she greeted you, her voice sultry as she licked her bottom lip.

“Hey, Vanessa,” you greeted politely. “Great work.”

“Thank you for the opportunity,” Vanessa says, motioning the bartender over. “Let me at least get you a drink.”

You nod, not wanting to be rude while everyone was around, but you hope she’s not going to drag this out now.

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“Please hurry and take your picture, Lil, I’m starving,” Wanda whines as Lily had now taken her 8th photo of their dinner at the restaurant.

Lily shushes her and takes her photo.

“Not all of us have magic photo-taking skills like you where you can take 2-3 photos, and they’re all amazing.” Lily looks at the photo she just took, seemingly satisfied with this one, and putting her phone away.

Wanda just laughs, pulling her plate towards her as she digs in and moans.

“Oh god, this is good,” Wanda savours the flavour with her eyes closed and fingers delicately in front of her mouth.

Lily nods in agreement, eating her own food. They try a bite of each other’s seemingly also happy with the other’s choice. They make small talk about work and some brands they’re going to be working with soon. But then Lily brings up the fundraiser.

“God,” Lily says, “that fundraiser was insane. I can’t believe your girlfriend dropped $100k on a necklace for you. Do you know how hopping mad Vanessa was after? Oh my god, Derek was so embarrassed.”

Wanda smiled, scooping more food onto her fork. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Right,” Lily snorted. “Next time we do a fundraiser together if you don’t drop $100k on an item for me, our friendship is over.”

Wanda just laughs, shaking her head a little as she looks down at her plate.

“Seriously, girl,” Lily says, leaning her head over the table more. “You need to hurry and lock that shit down.”

Lily says it kind of jokingly, mostly because she knows that Vision and Wanda had recently split up from their engagement, but then she catches the look in Wanda’s eye.

“Oh my god, you bitch,” Lily exclaims, leaning back in her chair with a smile in disbelief. “You actually want to lock that shit down. With a ring and shit.”

Wanda is blushing, trying to contain her smile as she runs her fingers through her hair.

“Holy shit,” Lily says, “Why do you lesbians move so fast?”

Wanda just rolls her eyes, not bothering to correct Lily, but is surprised with herself with how fast she did want to progress with you.

The idea of a ring on your finger, indicating to everyone that you were hers was unbelievably desired by Wanda.

But that was crazy.

“Well,” Lily says, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “You should probably hurry with that then, or at least hurry and get her to be your girlfriend.”

“Why?” Wanda says, wiping her mouth as well by patting it.

Lily looks at her with a brow raised, surprised she didn’t know.

“Vanessa told me that she got the part to be in Lady Phantom’s new music video. It’s obvious that she’s yours, Wanda, but you know Vanessa is always trying to one-up you. They’re celebrating right now at the bar, and you know how she gets when she’s drinking with someone that she wants.”

The new is shocking to Wanda. You hadn’t mentioned anything about Vanessa being in your music video. She flashes back at every party she’s been at with Vanessa and how that minx would seduce her target and swore.

“Shit,” Wanda says, standing up. She rummages through her bag for her wallet, but Lily waves her off.

“It’s fine, I got this. You should probably go.”

Wanda gives her friend a grateful smile before running out the door and grabbing a cab. She realizes that she doesn’t know what bar you’re actually at and is about to call and ask you when her phone buzzes.

Lily: They’re at the Blue Lagoon. Good luck, girlie. Get your girl!

Wanda mentally thanks her friend again before giving the cab driver the location.

When they arrive, Wanda grabs cash from her wallet, giving the driver the money before getting out.

“Keep the change!” She yells before making her way into the bar.

When she gets in, she finds that it’s pretty busy. She sees you immediately standing at the bar with Vanessa, both drinking. Wanda watches as Vanessa casually tries to lean closer, bending her leg so that it would brush against your leg. Vanessa is biting her straw, giving you bedroom eyes before she’s licking the tip of her straw.

Wanda is making her way over, because if Vanessa thinks she can snatch you...she has another thing coming.

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You were watching Vanessa’s antics, really kind of suffering through it. Maybe if you hadn’t met Wanda or this was the early stages of the game, this would’ve been incredibly attractive to you.

But it wasn’t.

Because it wasn’t Wanda.

Her knee was brushing against yours, and you knew it was probably time to call it a night and make your escape.

Just as you were about to say something, you felt someone wrap their hands around your arm.

Turning your head over, you and Vanessa were both surprised to see Wanda standing there, smiling.

“Wanda,” you say shocked. “What are you doing here?”

Wanda doesn’t answer you, only looking at you to wrap her hand around the back of your neck as she pulls you roughly into a hot searing kiss.

You moan immediately in response, feeling Wanda’s lips against yours as she’s kissing you fervently. Your hands immediately wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to your body.

She pulls back, her lips making a small popping sound as she does, smirking at you with bedroom eyes.

“Take me home,” she says, and you nod immediately. You don’t need to be told twice.

Wanda looks over at Vanessa, who is frowning and gripping her drink tightly. She eyes Vanessa, cocking her eyebrow.

“Stay away from her,” Wanda tells Vanessa, pulling you closer to her. “She’s mine.”

Wanda grabs your hand and is pulling you out of the bar. You pass Ryan, and he’s giving you a shit-eating grin, but you don’t even do anything since you’re too happy.

God, that was fucking hot.

Wanda was fucking hot.

The two of you hop into a cab, and you’re giving your address as Wanda is sitting in the cab like she didn’t just barge into a bar and told Vanessa to fuck off basically.

She’s looking out the window while you’re trying to calm your libido, blinking rapidly.

The cab driver drops you off at your place, and you pay him while Wanda is looking around.

She hadn’t been to your temporary place before, or really this close to this part of her community.

The cab driver drives off, and you watch him for a second before turning and leading Wanda to the door.

Once the door is shut behind you, she’s immediately all over you again. Pulling at your clothes, stripping you of your jacket as she’s pressing her lips on yours over and over again.

You lead her to the bedroom where she pushes you back onto the mattress before straddling you.

She was definitely not going to let you go this time, grabbing your phone from your back pocket, turning it off before flinging it onto the ground.

That blasted thing has gotten in her way too many times.

Wanda is just looking at you like she’s going to devour you, a prey that she’s finally caught.

You lick your lips.

But you’re oh so willing to be eaten, you think with a smirk on your lips.

PART IX

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A Genius Breakdown of a Franny Sor Robinson Song || bdrptask

Word count: 1384

Task: the longing one ofc

TW: miscarriage, pregnancy, no detailed descriptions of anything but like, discussion of

Genius dissection of Franny Sor Robinson’s song ‘Left Alone With My Thoughts Too Long’ (2014)

From a 2019 interview: “I wrote this song in 2013 shortly after my fourth miscarriage. I was not handling it well, like, at all. I was...thirty-three. I’d been married for eleven years, and my husband and I had just went through losing our fourth wanted pregnancy. My husband was in pretty much a two month long stint of business trips interrupted by a couple days home here and there, my son was in school, and I was...well. I was in a really bad place, mentally. And I just remember writing, and writing, and writing because I was afraid of what would happen if I stopped writing long enough to actually like. Do anything else, you know? That’s where the title of the song comes from.”

I think I call my husband ‘baby’ so I have an excuse to use the word without white knuckles grippin’ some other woman’s smiling face, the postcard a hot coal in my hand and Just like before one came through my door, and I’m rehearsing the same lines again:

Congratulations, I’m happy for you I bet they’ll look just like you What’s this one for you? Three, four, or two? And I’ll remember to smile ‘til the show is through So I’ll walk away, and I won’t say What the jealous bone in me wanted me to

Phantom stirrings beneath my skin Remind me of my deadliest sin Each time a mama-to-be enters the room I stare at the floor, and I try to ignore, The anger and the pain but I must not be that big a woman Because I ain’t able to

You’d think four false-starts would teach a girl her lesson That wishin’, prayin’, and longin’ won’t help ya If the Lord just ain’t interested in listenin’ to you To give a stubborn girl a dream you’ve no plans of fulfillin’? If you’re really all-knowin’ You’d think you’d know better than that.

Give that man more children ‘fore he finds a woman More willin’, I’ve heard more than a time or two, And sometimes I wonder, if he’d’ve married another Had what he knows now, he’d known back then

There’s no wrong way to be a woman, yes that’s true But when your body can’t do the one thing you want it to, And you’ve broken your own heart more than a time or two How do you convince yourself there’s no wrong way to be you?

Genius lyric breakdown:

I think I call my husband ‘baby’ so I have an excuse to use the word [without white knuckles grippin’ some other woman’s smiling face,

the postcard a hot coal in my hand] and

Robinson is referring to the common practice of couples sending out pregnancy announcements. The ‘other woman’s smiling face’ is the woman in pregnancy announcements. Robinson longs to be in that position herself, but never is.

[Just like before one came through my door,

and I’m rehearsing the same lines again:]

Robinson forces herself to be happy for other pregnant couples because that’s the socially acceptable thing to do.

[Congratulations, I’m happy for you I bet they’ll look just like you]

Common lines you’re ‘supposed to say’ when someone announces they’re pregnant, that can be genuine, but are so typical they can be automatic and emotionless responses. For Robinson, the responses seem impersonal and not entirely genuine.

What’s this one for you? Three, four, or two?

And I’ll remember to smile ‘til the show is through

So I’ll walk away, and I won’t say

What the jealous bone in me wanted me to

[Phantom stirrings beneath my skin]

Here, Robinson reveals a genuine experience of hers.

From a 2015 interview, “Yeah, so each time I lost a pregnancy, it was before like, it was time to feel even those little grasshopper movements. But all the time even when I’m not pregnant, I’ll feel this phantom movements in my stomach. I wanted to be pregnant so badly. I still do, but at this point [...] I mean I’m thirty-five, my husband is thirty-eight. I’m preparing myself to give up giving our son any siblings.”

[Remind me of my deadliest sin

Each time a mama-to-be enters the room]

Jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins. Robinson experiences jealousy when she sees people pregnant because it’s not an experience she gets to have.

I stare at the floor, and I try to ignore,

[The anger and the pain but I must not be that big a woman

Because I ain’t able to]

“I want to clear,” Robinson said in 2014 when asked about this lyric. “My anger is not directed at other people who can carry pregnancies to term. It is at myself for having the body I have, and at the universe, or whatever higher powers there are that gave me such a desire to be a mother to many and not be able to. I also want to stress that these feelings I detail in this song, are not healthy. If you also struggle with miscarriage, I am not glorifying these painful feelings we deal with. But I am normalizing it. I want this song to show them that I see them, because I am them.”

[You’d think four false-starts would teach a girl her lesson]

Robinson is referencing her four miscarriages. Since the song’s release in 2014, she suffered one more, but as she rarely performs the song live she hasn’t changed the lyric. “It’s a very personal song for me. And like, a lot of my lyrics are personal. But this song isn’t one I think should be experienced at a show, with hundreds or thousands of other people. I wrote this song for people to understand they aren’t alone when in every other sense of the word ‘alone’ they are.”

That wishin’, prayin’, and longin’ won’t help ya

If the Lord just ain’t interested in listenin’ to you

To give a stubborn girl a dream you’ve no plans of fulfillin’?

[If you’re really all-knowin’

You’d think you’d know better than that.]

The Abrahamic god is often described as all-knowing, all-powerful, and all-present. Robinson challenges this. This lyric has caused her backlash, which she laughed off in a 2017 interview. “I think there are more important things to be mad at than a grieving woman exploring her grief and her anger at the universe.”

[Give that man more children before he finds a woman

More willin’, I’ve heard more than a time or two,]

“You’d be f**king surprised how often I’ve heard that,” Robinson said in an interview in 2015. “It is like being stabbed straight in the chest.”

[And sometimes I wonder, if he’d’ve married another

Had what he knows now, he’d known back then]

Robinson is referring to her inability to have children, and wonders if her husband may have married a different woman because of that.

[There’s no wrong way to be a woman, yes that’s true

But when your body can’t do the one thing you want it to,

And you’ve broken your own heart more than a time or two

How do you convince yourself there’s no wrong way to be you?]

From the Genius song interview: “I struggle with the ideas I express in this last part a lot because like. There is no wrong way to be a woman. There isn’t. And giving birth or the ability to give birth does not equal womanhood. Or motherhood. But like. When experiencing that is something you’ve always wanted, and you can’t make that happen for yourself even if it isn’t your fault...then even if I take away the cissexist thinking of ‘oh, I’m a defective woman because I can’t give birth,’ I’m still left with, ‘my body should be able to do this but it won’t. I am a messed up, incomplete version of me.’ And that’s something I am regularly working through, with my therapist. What up Siobhan. That’s my therapist, I’ve been seeing her for nine years and she’s great.”

#bdrptask #&&...hc #hi franny is a hall of fame songwriter #i however am NOT #so pretend this is good

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JAMES do lgbt asks 1 through 10? :D

Anything for you, Rowan :3

1. What do you identify as and what are your pronouns?

“Queer just means no, I don’t do that. I don’t identify as a man. I don’t identify as a woman. I barely identify as a human.” I like this quote from Ezra Miller. Officially I’m telling people I’m nonbinary, but I still have a lot to learn about all this. It’s a process. Right now my pronouns are they/them.

2. How did you discover your sexuality, tell your story?

answered! :3

3. Have you experienced being misgendered? What happened and how did you overcome it?

That’s the coolest part about not really identifying with either; I personally am okay with either pronoun, although my preferred are they/them. So whatever people choose to call me (and yeah, I’ve been called both), I’m pretty fine over it.

4. Who was the first person you told, how did they react?

The first people I told were my sisters. I told them I was bi and I explained what that was, and they were kids at the time, but what they knew was that nothing changed. I was still their best friend and they loved me and it was the best reaction I could’ve hoped for. So I got lucky there.

5. Describe what it was like coming out, what did you feel?

So I’ll tell you what it felt like coming out to my mom, cause that’s a story I haven’t shared. She used to drink a lot (she’s a year sober now, and I’m insanely proud), and she was a mean fucking drunk. My youngest sister was the last of us that lived with her, and so she was kinda stuck with this alcoholic mom. There was an incident where she took my sister to a restaurant (already drunk) and started making homophobic comments about their waiter. My sister (who’d started an lgbt+ club at her school) couldn’t take it anymore, and she ran away. So I got a call from my aunts telling me she was missing, and my mom was in jail cause she drove around drunk looking for her.

I go out there, find my sister, and when my mom gets out on bail, my sister doesn’t wanna go back. So I have to be the one to call her and talk to her, which was bull cause I didn’t even wanna go back home. Anyways, the call was rough. I was telling my mom things that I’d wanted to say for years. My whole life, honestly. I told her she couldn’t be saying those comments, she couldn’t do that, and it all came out like word vomit.

I said “because I’m gay.” and it felt like-- You know when you get something caught in your throat and you swear you can feel the phantom of it for a while after it comes out? It was like that. There was a little triumph, there was some freedom, but mostly I was just tired. The relief would come later.

6. If you’re out, how did your parents/guardians/friends react?

All my friends were of course amazing. When I changed my name, they immediately flocked to giving me nicknames. There were playful jokes and it was great. Same with my sisters. I haven’t really spoken with my mom about it since that incident of coming out, but anything I say in passing is met with grace.

7. What is one question you hate people asking about your sexuality?

already answered! :D

8. Describe the style of clothing that you most often wear.

I like the 90s grunge looks. Jeans, flannels around my waist, those army green ratty looking jackets. I keep it insanely casual; if I still lived alone, I’d just be naked. And ofc by naked I mean in boxer shorts, those are comfy.

9. Who are your favourite lgbt+ ships?

REDDIE, first and foremost. I think I’ve adored them the longest. I think my first favorite lgbt+ ship was Zim and Dib, when I was in middle school, which shows my age. When I was into BTR (the show ofc) my favorites were Jogan (James and Logan) and Kames (Kendall and James). Which makes sense since I’m a self-insert slut.

10. What does makeup mean to you? Do you wear any?

Makeup means makeup, man. I, personally, don’t use it, but I’ve got mad respect to people who can/do. I haven’t got the first clue about it tbh. I think it’d be fun though, and I help my mom figure out her colors (she likes darker reds, and she’s single so she wants to flirt, and who am I to stop her? so I’ll tell her what’s in season and what’ll look best, yadda yadda).

#personal tag #THANK YOU ROWAN!!!#kasbprak

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((I uh. made an edgy moodboard for myself. also a vent/rant under the cut.))

(( wasn’t exactly in a super angsty mood earlier but then I thought abt things and my brain went “man I really was a horrible person huh” so basically this is a representation of my edgy kin thoughts whenever they resurface. not even joking, some of the quotes are p accurate. especially the “killed my old self but the new me isn’t much better” one cause it reminds me of my death and honestly yeah. that was totally my doing. tryna be a better person in this life but I guess I can’t do that. I mean it didn’t work back then, why would it work now. tho if I give up on remembering my last life, I’d be giving up on what’s p much my purpose in this life. remember everything and use that knowledge to (try to) better myself before this human body gives out and this soul fades. cause I don’t think this soul’s gettin reincarnated again. not like I have another shot at remembering everything. but everyone tells me to stop focusing on the past. that it doesn’t define me now. but tbh? it kinda does at this point. the human life I’ve lived? yeah that was normal before I remembered what I was last time. and now it’s all I think abt--and to be told to stop thinking abt it? to be called delusional over it? to have people try and prove me wrong by telling me how I lived my life--or, worse, by saying it never even happened? it hurts me emotionally. like,,,deeply hurts me. I wanna talk to people abt things so I know someone’s listening. that someone cares enough to at least attempt to understand. even fake understanding would be enough cause I’d believe it was real. I’d have someone to talk to outside of tumblr, at least. sure, my psychologist knows a bit abt this stuff, but I only see her once every other week--and not this week. so I can’t talk to her. can’t talk to my mom cause she doesn’t understand and I know for a fact we’d end up arguing. she’s said it before--she wants her kid back. this messed-up delusional freak who brings past lives into their current one apparently isn’t her kid--but that’s who I am. that’s what I do. even among people like me, I feel alone. I can’t talk to anyone and it’s driving me nuts--but at the same time I’m terrified to talk to people because of the reactions they could have. I can talk abt it on here but to you guys it probably just seems like lame, delusional ranting. so I might as well shut up before I start to look like even more of a whiny bitch, huh. I say that despite knowing it’s hard to shut up once I start talking. ugh. man I went from 0 to 100 real quick in terms of bad moods. and it’s not even a bad mood? like I’m upset, yeah. but it doesn’t exactly feel like stress, it feels more like,,,emptiness. like I’ve dealt with this shit enough that I’ve figured there’s no point in stressing over what’s gonna happen every few days or so. my brain wants to mistake this emptiness for calmness--but I’m not calm. I’m not happy, I’m not content, I don’t even know what I’m feeling. I’m a freakshow brought into another life for god knows what reason. Phantom Ruby shouldn’t have had the power to reincarnate me but it somehow did. Ruby itself is here too somehow--it’s just super weak/faint. like,,,I can tell it’s there, but it can’t do much. I can’t even see it anymore or hear it out loud--it’s just like an inaudible voice, kinda like a thought that’s not actually coming from me. if that makes sense. probably doesn’t cause I’m just delusional apparently. oh well. can’t let my mom know I’m going through this cause we’d just argue. cant tell my sis cause she doesn’t wanna hear abt my kin bs. says its annoying cause I talk abt it too much. tho she also says it’s not an issue as long as I believe it and I’m not hurting anyone--and I’m not hurting people. not intentionally. I just wanna talk. have some sort of an outlet. but when most of my past life is full of war and murder and blood and stress and evil and destruction and everything else that is horrible, people are gonna judge me if I talk abt it. think I’m still some murderer today--which I’m not. definitely not. I regret the things I did. yet I’ve had someone tell me that ‘villains don’t feel regret’ and you wanna know what I did in response? pushed said person in a fit of anger. not a super strong push or anything, just enough to throw them off balance for a second. but like,,,you can’t tell me what I did or didn’t feel. sure I may not have regretted a whole bunch during the war, but afterwards? I was a walking ball of stress and regret trying to make a better name for myself but failing. waiting til the end of the planet, when I was the last living mobian, to do something abt it. and that something wasn’t pretty--it’s what caused me to move onto this current life. I get a lot of thoughts from various points in my last life, and those all cause a whole lot of emotions. yet, at the same time, I currently just feel like a void. an empty shell who feels the emotions but not the effects of them. the emotions exist but have no impact currently. tho that doesn’t make sense to you does it? wow. to think I was all happy yesterday over that follower milestone. ofc I have to go and ruin my own mood again since that’s all I’m good for apparently. might just go to bed early at this point. take the rest of the night off. nothing else to do. it’s either sleep or leave myself with my thoughts--the latter of which would only lead to more stress and/or empty feelings. anyway. I don’t want you guys worrying abt me. you can feel bad for me, try to make me feel better, but don’t worry. worrying abt me would be a waste of time. I’ll live. just going through another rough moment all of a sudden. but as long as I have a purpose in this current life, I plan to see it all the way through. meaning I won’t physically hurt myself or do anything stupid over this, so don’t worry. my physical health is just fine. mentally, not so sure. probably shouldn’t be saying not to worry cause now you’re gonna worry. whatever, I’ve been typing way too much. said more than I probably should have. probably look like an overreacting emo teen. but I’m just gonna go to bed and try not to let these thoughts get to me. tho my brain is most active right before falling asleep most nights so I doubt that’d work. gonna have to go to school tomorrow. no use in arguing, it makes everyone feel worse. it’s just gonna be a slow, crappy day. at least wednesday is a half day and then we get the rest of the week off for thanksgiving. not that we’re gonna be celebrating this year, we cancelled out plans cause my grandma’s sick and we usually go over to her place where she cooks thanksgiving dinner. but certain smells make her nauseous and the whole thing would be too much of a hassle, so we cancelled that this year. I’m kinda worried abt her. haven’t seen her in a little bit and she has another surgery in december. no idea what kind of surgery but she’s in her 70s and has been sick before so. idk. I do know I’m concerned for her and also myself. my own mental state is a wreck and idk what to do abt it. but for now I’m gonna go to bed. sorry for taking up so much of your time, assuming anyone actually read this whole thing.))

#Out of control {ooc}#News report {update}#This is an illusion {aesthetic}#The sharpest of blades {kin}#long post//#negative//#no talking in the tags this time #the post says it all #going to bed now. see you guys tomorrow afternoon/evening #or night. not sure #if I'm not online tomorrow I should be back wednesday #sometime in the afternoon probably #but idk. hard to tell with all this shit going on. too much to think abt.#but like I said don't worry abt me. I'll worry abt myself #you guys have fun doing whatever you usually do #don't pay attention to the edgy kinnie in the corner #who's trying not to let their thoughts get to them #go abt your own things. live your own lives #let me be alone for a bit. maybe sleep these emotions off.#maybe school will distract me tomorrow idk.#wow I said I wasn't gonna talk in the tags yet here I am #but hey. I'm apparently delusional and have no idea what I'm talking abt #despite knowing very well what I'm talking abt after experiencing the most kinnected shift I've ever experienced over the past 6-ish months #I know I'm not delusional but I let the comment get to me anyway.#it was over a year ago. before this shift even began. before I discovered myself.#yet here I am letting it hurt me.#just. h. need sleep now. for real this time.#might update you guys on my mood tomorrow or wednesday. we'll see.

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Balance on the Head of a Pin

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Loki Odinson x OFC | Word Count: 5608 Warnings: none

Lauren twisted her fingers together, her stomach a mess of churning acid kicked up by the wings of the butterflies dancing in her belly. She hated being on stage. It brought back memories of pageants and recitals when she hadn’t won or been good enough. When her mother’s presence had caused her fingers to fumble or her feet to trip.

Sweat broke out along her spine. Nausea took over for the butterflies, and she wondered if she’d be sick when the presence at her back, cool like an ocean breeze pressed against her. She could see Loki just past the curtain, green bright and shining in his eyes as the spectre behind her wrapped her in arms of air.

He’d returned her phantom lover to her to offer comfort while he had to be down there in the overly large crowd, and it made her smile, his constant care and attentiveness.

Bucky stood on one side of him, Steve to the other. Thor had collected her grandmother and the boy Lauren had yet to meet and taken them away to sit with Pepper and Tony. Even now she could hear the peels of laughter from her grandmother as they floated to her from across the lawn. Evidently, Ellie was having a great time. Unlike Lauren.

She closed her eyes, leaned into the cold embrace, and breathed out the anxiety. Soon it would be all over. She could get off this stage and stop feeling like some prize pumpkin everyone had come to gawk at.

“Lu?”

She opened her eyes and offered Sadie a wan smile. “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry to put you through this.” The brunette bit her lip. “It’s just… what with your friends and all, the opportunity was too good to pass up and…”

Worry coated the woman’s face, and Lauren swiftly reached for her hands. “It’s okay, Sadie. I understand.”

She squeezed Lauren’s fingers. “I know how much you hate this. You’re first. Loki made me promise.”

Lauren threw a glance his way and offered him a sweet smile. “He’s always lookin’ out for me.”

“That man adores you. It would be sickenin’ if it weren’t so sweet,” Sadie teased before giving her a final squeeze and hurrying away.

A gaggle of giggling women tramped their way up the stairs at the back of the stage, drawing Lauren’s attention. Most looked at her curiously, likely wondering what twist of fate had thrust her into the company of people like the Avengers. When three of them broke from the others to saunter their way over, Lauren did her best to retain her sigh of resignation.

“Lauren,” Lisset simpered in her high, childlike voice.

Lauren pasted on a smile. “Barb. Missy. Lisset. How nice to see you again.”

The three women had been a clique for as long as Lauren had known them. While Marabeth and her group of cronies had been the Queen bee and her court, her sister had been older than Lauren by a few years. Lisset and her entourage were the same age as Lauren, and when Marabeth had left the school, these three were quick to take over as the big dogs in their small playground.

Lisset had been the quintessential cheerleader; team Captain of course. She’d dated the Quarterback, Tommy Diffler, married him shortly after they’d graduated, had his three children, and when she found him with his secretary bent over his desk, she’d taken him for everything he was worth in the divorce and now lived in his house… without him.

Year after year Lisset’s basket had been the biggest draw of the fair. Everyone raved over her famous Cherry Jubilee Pie, and the bidding was often fierce for the “honour” of picnicking with the PTA princess. Add in the fact she was ridiculously beautiful, had legs for days, and was lusted after by every male with a pulse between the ages of twelve and a hundred, and Lauren used to feel frumpy just being in the same room.

Today, however, the pinched look on her face said Lisset was well aware of just what was about to occur. For the first time in years, she was not the main attraction.

“How are your little ones?” Lauren asked politely.

“Not so little anymore.” She smiled sharply. “Still single?”

“Engaged, actually, but I’m sure y’all already know that seein’ as how the Mayor made such a fuss this mornin’.” Unlike with her sister, Lauren had never had an issue standing up to Lisset and her crew of hags.

“Right,” Barb chimed in, her smile mean. “To the one who destroyed half of New York.”

Lauren turned her head and gave the woman the smile she’d picked up from Loki. “Barb, sweety. You’re gonna want to be real careful what y’all say about a Prince of Asgard and an Avenger. Kipling Scott already got an earful from Captain Rogers. And Quinn found out just how fast Thor will come to his defence only yesterday.”

To Lauren’s surprise, Missy stepped forward, her smile far kinder than either of her friends. “You look so good, Lauren. New York seems to agree with you.”

“Thanks, Missy.” She smiled and took the woman’s offered hand. “I do love the city.”

“My that is quite the necklace,” Missy continued as Lisset and Barb looked on. “A gift from your beau, no doubt.”

The pinched lips of Lisset made Lauren grin a little wider. “He does have a tendency to spoil me. Asgardians are anythin’ but subtle.”

A microphone crackled in the background, announcing the start of Sadie’s auction.

“Good luck today, Lauren,” Missy said as she turned away. “I hope you have a pleasant lunch.”

“Yes. It would be a shame if your… fiancé couldn’t claim your basket,” Lisset muttered as she walked away. “C’mon, Missy!”

“She’s a bit put out, knowin’ it’s you everyone’s here for. You’re gonna make Sadie quite some money,” Missy whispered, gave a wink, and hurried off, the skirt of her pink dress flicking around her calves.

Watching them go, Lauren felt the phantom arms tighten ever so gently and glanced toward Loki. He arched a brow curiously.

“Maybe one of the three actually grew up some since high school,” Lauren murmured, knowing he would hear her.

A mischievous smirk curled his lips.

“Just what are y’all up to?” she asked him, but he only gave a minute shrug.

Sadie’s voice kept her from asking any more questions of the god with the superpowered hearing. “Hey, y’all! How’s everyone enjoyin’ this here fine Fourth so far?” Loud cheering erupted and made Sadie giggle.

It made the butterflies in Lauren’s belly return with a vengeance.

“That’s so great! I want to thank y’all for comin’ out to support our foundation. We all know it’s been a tough few years for folk, but your continued generosity and support is appreciated.” More cheering and polite applause sounded, and Sadie dropped a little curtsey. “Too kind, all of y’all.” She waited for the noise to die down before beginning again. “Now, I know most of you are here for a reason other than supportin’ the foundation what with the Avengers in town!” Her voice was drowned out for the fourth time, and she held up her hand for silence. “Had I known a might earlier, I would have done my best to get a couple of these fine gentlemen up on stage. Or perhaps Miss Romanoff or Miss Potts, but as it is, I was able to stron’ arm my very best friend into helpin’ out. While I can’t guarantee y’all will get a chance to eat with one of her friends, I can at the very least give y’all an opportunity to try. With our first basket up for auction, Lauren Annandale!”

Sadie turned her way with an outstretched hand, and Lauren forced her legs to work, taking her out of the phantom arms as she forced a smile. Walking toward the woman was an act of will, and when Marcus appeared with her basket, she gratefully accepted his arm.

“I know how hard this is for you, Lu. You’re a saint for givin’ into Sadie, and I’m sorry about Kip,” Marcus whispered in her ear.

“S’okay. Just let me cling, and we’ll call it even,” she whispered back.

“Most of y’all don’t know it, but our Lauren is quite the fine cook, ain’t that right, Lu?” Sadie asked, grinning at her.

Lauren blushed. “If you say so, Sadie.”

“I say so!” shouted Bucky, making the people nearest him chuckle.

“Shush your yap, James,” Lauren grumbled, causing more laughter to erupt.

Sadie was practically bursting with excitement at how things were ramping up, Lauren could see it in the gleam of her eyes. “So, Lu? What’s on offer for these fine folk?”

Lauren forced her smile not to waver and leaned towards the mic. “The usual picnic fare. Fried chicken, potato salad, a few finger foods, a Hummin’bird Cake for dessert, and Loki was kind enough to include a fine bottle of Asgardian wine.”

That caused a stir to ripple through the crowd. Lauren took note of Kipling standing at the opposite corner of the stage, away from Loki. Bill Dalton lurked with Maryann closer to the middle. The Mayor was off to the side, and a few other people she could just tell were itching for the bidding to start scattered throughout the crowd.

But when she looked at Loki, he remained relaxed, confident, and composed, waiting only a few feet away. His eyes held a wealth of appreciation and understanding, helping her retain her nerves for these next few minutes.

“Ooh! Sounds delicious!” Sadie giggled and turned back to the crowd. “Don’t it folks? Who’s got an openin’ bid for me? Remember now, it’s for a terrific cause! So if you can open those wallets, open ‘em wide!”

“Three hundred dollars.”

Lauren tried not to blanch when Bill Dalton got things underway.

“Four.”

Jasper Rubin. It didn’t surprise her, but it wasn’t welcome.

“Five!” shouted the Mayor.

“Six!”

“Seven!”

“Seven fifty!”

“Eight!”

The bidding went so fast, Lauren was hard pressed to keep up.

“Oh, come on!” Tony shouted from the back of the crowd. “I’ve had Asgardian wine. Make it worth her while, people. Five thousand dollars!”

Lauren grabbed hold of Sadie’s mic. “Tony Stark! Sit your behind down!”

Everyone laughed when Tony pouted.

“We’ve got five thousand, do I hear another bid?” Sadie called out once she stopped laughing.

“Ten thousand.”

Everyone gasped and looked at Kipling. This time, Lauren knew she’d gone white. What the hell was he playing at? Hard eyes and a face which gave nothing away stared back at her.

“Fifteen thousand.”

Her head snapped around to stare wide-eyed at Davis Montgomery. Where the hell had he come from?

“Twenty thousand!” Tony barked.

“Anthony Stark! I will so quit!” Lauren yelled without the microphone.

“No you won’t!” he bellowed his grin wide.

“Twenty-five thousand!” Kipling barked.

He was going to get himself killed. Already Bucky and Steve were eyeing him like a bug needing to be squashed. And if they didn’t squash him, Loki would. The flash of sharp green from behind his narrowed eyes was full of annoyance.

“Thirty!” Bill Dalton cried, earning a sharp smack from his wife.

“Y’all never paid that kind of money for one of my baskets!” Maryann shrieked.

“Thirty-five thousand,” Davis groundout.

Spots danced in Lauren’s vision. This was getting out of hand. The most anyone had ever sold a basket for was five thousand dollars. Thirty-five thousand was outrageous!

“Forty thousand,” Kipling countered.

Lauren had no idea what he was playing at. What could he possibly want from her that he was willing to face not only Loki’s wrath but the entire team’s anger?

“Fifty thousand.”

“Bucky!” she gasped. Her neck cracked when she whipped her head down to glare at the smirking face.

“What?” He shrugged. “Not like I need it, doll. Might as well put it to good use.”

Before she could scold him for spending his money on something so frivolous as a picnic basket worth at most thirty dollars, the voice she’d been waiting for rippled cool and calm over the crowd.

“Five hundred thousand dollars.”

Lauren damn near choked on air she inhaled so hard.

***

As she looked about to faint, Loki made his way to the front of the stage where he walked casually up the stairs to take his love from the arm of Marcus, while Lauren stared at him in horror. “Breathe, pet,” he whispered against her cheek, pressing a kiss there, staking his claim. “And before someone can be foolish enough to counter my offer,” he cast a warning glare toward Scott and the rest of the bidders, “I shall sweeten the deal, Sadie dear.”

“Oh? Do tell?”

The woman appeared fit to burst she was so excited. “Just what price would you put on my assistance with your… Haunted House?”

Sadie’s jaw dropped, as did her husbands. “That would be… it would… priceless!” she finally gasped.

“Consider it included.”

“Sold!” Marcus barked, handing over the basket.

“Excellent. The funds will be transferred once I have your information.” He gave the pair of them a nod as he led Lauren from the stage with nothing but shocked faces all around. “Shall we dine with your Gran, darling?” he asked, heading that way when Lauren’s voice remained absent.

As he led her through the sea of people parting before him, Barnes fell in on one side, Rogers the other, and he assisted his evidently mute wife to a space beneath the trees where her gleeful Gran sat.

“You… you… you…” Lauren stuttered.

“Yes, dear?” he chuckled as he magicked a blanket and seated her on it. Behind them, Sadie had regained her faculties enough to call up the next basket for auction and continue on, her voice and that of the crowd becoming a pleasing drone.

Lauren slapped weakly at his chest, her knees buckled, and he lowered her to sit beside her Gran. “Why would you… that was too much… how could you spend… what the hell, Loki!?” she finally barked when her senses returned. She closed her hands in his shirt and jerked him down until they were nose to nose. “Why would you ever spend that kind of money on me!?”

“Darling,” he growled, biting her tempting pout. “I would spend ten times that amount if it were necessary.”

“But… all your money on somethin’ so trivial?”

His brow arched with his amusement. “Oh, my heart. That is hardly all my money. Your Earthly currency had been accumulating nicely since I diversified my stock portfolio.”

“Huh?” She blinked up at him.

“You didn’t think all I did was watch daytime television, did you?” he grinned.

Her head fell to his shoulder, and a loud groan could be heard by all.

Chuckling, Loki settled at her side and drew the bottle of wine from the basket. Pepper’s smirk when she caught his eye was wicked, but he only smiled back. She had been the one to pique his interest in certain things and then assist him in his choices when he’d asked her opinion.

“Have a drink, love. You’ll feel better,” he offered, removing the cork from the bottle and pouring her a glass.

“While not the battles we are used to, brother, this was certainly an entertaining one,” Thor snickered.

“What the heck were you thinkin’, Tony? Jumpin’ the bid to five thousand?”Lauren huffed.

Stark rolled his eyes. “Oh, please! I was just weeding out the competition for the horned wonder.”

“Besides,” chuckled Ellie, her eyes full of laughter. “It all goes to a worthy cause. Spread the wealth! Live a little. Your youn’ man kept his word, and here you sit. Stop fussin’ at him, child!”

Lauren shook her head and began pulling containers from within the basket, adding them to the ones already set out. “I know it was a good cause, but still. Half a million dollars!”

Loki wrapped his fingers around the back of Lauren’s neck and drew her toward him. “Like I said, my love. I would have paid ten times as much. More even, to have you.”

Big jade eyes stared up at him, disbelief still filling their depths. “Foolish, but I’m sure Sadie will appreciate it.”

Loki frowned and cupped her cheek when she tried to pull away. Aware of the audience they had, he ignored each and every one to hold her close, lay a tender kiss upon her lips, and murmur, “There is nothing I would not give to have you with me. Little I would not sacrifice to keep you there. And no one would ever stop me from coming for you.”

“Loki,” she sighed and melted into him.

“You are worth every penny, every dime, and every ounce of gold in Asgard to me,” he whispered, nuzzling against her cheek.

“Stop with the sap, already,” Stark grumbled, but he was grinning when Loki looked up to find them all smirking at them in some way, shape, or form.

“Shall we eat?” Loki asked, by way of a subject change and watched them all dig in.

No one mentioned the other bidders, nor whatever Kipling Scott and Davis Montgomery had been up to trying to win Lauren’s basket.

***

Hours later, when the day was growing languid in the heat of the hot July sun, Loki again found himself settled beneath the branches of a stately Ash tree. Lauren was curled against his chest, Benny his thigh, and Sara was wedged in what little space remained between his hip and Lauren’s, while Usun sprawled on his side at Loki’s feet.

Both children were fast asleep. Lauren had dozed off a while ago. His Frost Giant nature a boon for once when the heat had made the children cranky. Now, everyone was napping after the excitement of the day.

More games had been played and won. Stark had excelled at the darts game where he destroyed balloons to win the lovely Pepper a smart green toad in a top hat.

Natasha had sauntered up to a man who swore he could guess anyone's weight, but when he’d leered at the redhead, she’d turned around and pointed at Bucky. The sergeant, currently wearing a shirt with long sleeves and a glove on his left hand, had crossed his arms and smirked at the man. The owner of the game had gaped for a moment but shrugged and given an answer which, had Bucky been an ordinary man, would have been relatively close. However, given his supersoldier nature, the excessive amount of muscle he carried, and the vibranium arm, and the man was so far off, Natasha had her pick of whichever animal she wished.

A purple hippo had joined Sara’s pony in the little girl’s arms.

Then, Thor had taken it upon himself to try his hand at the strongman contest. A hammer against a lever to raise a stone and ring a bell. Lauren had been the one to grab Thor’s arm when the hammer he’d tried to use was Mjolnir. He’d won rather soundly, nearly breaking the game anyway, adding a black and white puppy to Benny’s substantial menagerie.

The town had tried to coerce the Captain into judging the Miss Greenville contest, but he had declined, stating it was against policy for him to be involved in such things. Natasha had quietly coughed bullshit, but no one had noticed besides Loki who’d thrown her a small smirk.

The others had wandered off to find drinks and snacks, the lovely Ellie and young Svengil choosing to return to her home as she was plum tuckered out, but the children who were also tired and overly hot had been moments away from a full meltdown when Lauren had looked at him with eyes full of pleading. He’d swept Benny up in one arm, Sara the other, and headed off to find a worthwhile place to rest.

Both children had burrowed closer when the coolness of his body had registered, Sara going so far as to giggle and bury her face in his neck. He magicked a quick blanket, a few pillows, and settled the bunch of them quickly. Lauren had dropped down with them with a relieved sigh and a little shudder when she came in contact with his cold skin as well.

She’d murmured something about the barbeque and dance starting up in an hour or so, and how she’d just shut her eyes for a moment. A moment which had now lasted long enough for each of the team to wander by and smirk at him.

Currently, Thor was crouched down grinning at him and scratching Usun’s belly. “Natalia is threatening to post the image she took of “Loki’s little family” on the Instagram thing. Whatever that means.”

Loki rolled his eyes and stroked Lauren’s hand, resting on his chest while threading the fingers of his opposite hand through Benny’s hair. “Like it matters.”

Thor settled to his hip, then sprawled out in the grass. “Perhaps she should.”

“And why do you think that?”

“Maybe it is time the world sees a different side of you. The side of you I remember growing up.”

Arching a brow, Loki gave him a condescending glare. “Because that would change popular opinion so drastically.”

Thor shrugged. “You never know. A softer side of the God of Mischief? It might go a long way.”

“You are mistaken.” It was highly unlikely anyone’s opinion of him would be adjusted due to a photograph of him with Lauren and the children. It may, in fact, only cause unrest among the people. The... butcher of New York living a happy life when so many others... weren’t.

“I don’t know. You make a rather adorable family.” Thor grinned broadly. “Let me know when I can bless the mother-to-be.”

“The mother-to-be is in no rush. Neither am I,” Loki huffed, rubbing the silky strands of Benny’s hair.

“You could have fooled me.”

His hand stilled in Benny’s hair as he lifted his eyes to Thor’s. “I will admit to finding this… ready-made family… pleasing.”

Thor huffed out a chuckle. “You can dance around the truth all you like, but I know you, brother. God of Mischief, God of Lies. What about the God of Revelry? Or has that part of you disappeared over these last harsh years?”

“You know nothing,” Loki scoffed.

“I remember well the man who used to invent games for the children who followed him in the streets. Or who sat and told tales of adventure and wicked imagination.”

“I seem to recall you and the others mocking me for my foolishness.”

Thor’s amusement vanished. “I was young, brother, and quite foolish myself. I did you a disservice all those years ago. My view of things was narrow and nearsighted. I was wrong. Our differences are what makes us unique, strong, and the Gods we are meant to be for our people. I was blind to this, and I am sorry for it.”

“Not all of us are built to be Odin,” Loki murmured.

“No. Not even I am built to be Odin,” Thor agreed.

Nodding slowly, Loki tilted his head to rub his cheek gently on Lauren’s hair. “One day, brother, I shall bring you such news, and you can extend your blessing if Lauren agrees.”

“And why wouldn’t she?” he sputtered.

“For one, you most vigorously kissed her best friend in front of her husband!”

“Bah! How else am I to bless such a gorgeous woman?” Thor smirked.

Loki scowled. “You may keep your lips to yourself when it comes to my wife, Thor.”

“So territorial. It has only been a day.”

“A day millennium in the making. Do not make me stab you, brother. I will. King of Asgard or not.”

“What are y’all fightin’ about now?” Lauren sighed, her lashes fluttering open as she lifted her head from his chest.

“Nothing important, my sweet. Thor is simply being obstinate. As per usual.”

“Your husband is most territorial,” Thor grumbled.

Lauren’s smile was full but sleepy yet when she turned it on Thor. “He is, isn’t he?”

Musicians began to tune their instruments not far away. Setting up on the stage Lauren had walked a few hours ago and drew her attention.

“Looks like things are gettin’ started,” Lauren said, sitting up to have a look around. A smile nearly bigger than she was split her lips when she caught sight of someone through the crowd. “Oh! He did it!”

Loki looked away and chuckled, finding the weathered visage of Teddy leading an equally weathered woman - the Miss Swan of his past conversation with Lauren - around on his arm. “It appears he took your advice, darling.”

“Good. Those two have been dancin’ around each other for as long as I can remember,” Lauren snickered. “And you, Thor? You ready to eat some of the best barbeque you’ve ever tasted?”

“Little sister, I am always ready to eat,” Thor chuckled.

She opened her mouth to say more, only to have all the blood rush from her face. “What…?”

Across the way, Loki spied the smug visage of Marabeth striding toward them, but it was Agent Hill who walked along at her side which caused a tremor of concern to skate Loki’s spine. Marabeth looked far too pleased with herself, and it gave him pause.

The children stirred, waking in time to witness the arrival of their mother. “Get up. We’re leavin’.”

“Mama?” whispered Sara.

“Maria?” Lauren asked Agent Hill in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Lauren. Samuel Avirett has turned state’s evidence. He’s willing to testify in the case against the Bianci’s. He and his entire family have to be put in witness protection.”

Maria’s face was pinched hard, and Loki could tell she was not at all pleased by this turn of events.

“Yes, Lauren. Thanks to you and your meddlin’, Samuel is now goin’ to be a wanted man, and after I was finally told about what almost happened to my children last night, it was for our own good and protection we go into hiddin’. Which means no contact with our family until after the trial. It could be years until that happens.”

Horror filled her, Loki could feel it crawl through his veins like acid, and Lauren whimpered, “You’re takin’ the babies?”

“Oh, for Christ sake, Lauren! They ain’t babies and their not yours to cry over!” She reached for Benny only to have Usun snap at her. “And you can keep that filthy mongrel!”

“No!” Benny cried, lunging to wrap his arms around Usun. “He’s mine, mama! He’s mine!”

“Agent Hill,” Thor got swiftly to his feet, followed only slightly slower by Loki as he helped Lauren to hers. “The hound is the children’s protector. Surely SHIELD can make concessions for his inclusion.”

“Of course they can,” Maria agreed without a qualm.

“I don’t want him!” Marabeth shrilled.

“Too bad,” Loki snarled, causing her to take a step back. “The hound has been gifted. He cannot be returned. No one will lay a finger on the children as long as he lives!”

“Please,” Lauren whispered, staring at her sister. “Please don’t take them away!”

Marabeth smiled, and it was nasty. “Can’t be helped. The Bianci’s will use them against Samuel if they can. What? You expect me to abandon my children? What kind of mother do you think I am, Lauren?”

“Maria?” Lauren turned her focus back to Fury’s right-hand woman.

Hill only shook her head. “I’m sorry, Lauren. Once Avirett offered to testify… it was out of my hands.”

“You have them all in custody?” Loki snapped, and Hill nodded. “Then what is the point? Jail them! Let this be done. Is not there enough evidence to see this finished without Avirett’s testimony?”

“Clearly, you know little of our judicial system,” Marabeth sneered.

“I will follow through on my promise, woman!” Loki hissed, stepping forward. “Leave the children with us. Lauren can see to them, and I can protect them. No one could do a better job.”

Marabeth gasped and brought a hand to her chest. “How dare you, sir! Insinuatin’ I would leave my children behind in the arms of some… stranger?”

Tears had begun to roll down Lauren’s cheeks. “Since when am I a stranger? Please, Marabeth! They’ll be safe and happy!”

She reached out to her sister who slapped her hands away. “No! They go with us. Their actual parents.”

“Why are you doin’ this?” Lauren pleaded, both children clinging to her legs.

“Because,” Marabeth sneered. “I can.”

Loki saw red, but a small hand slipped into his, and he looked down to find Sara staring up at him in fear. “Oh, my precious dove.” Kneeling swiftly, he scooped her up and held her tightly to him.

“You promised!” she whispered. “You promised you’d never go away!”

“I’m not, precious. I won’t.”

“Come along, Sara! We have to pack your things and be gone.” Marabeth snapped out her hand.

He was a moment away from spiriting the children to Asgard when Lauren’s hand came down on his shoulder. Her eyes pleaded with him to hold his temper, to keep calm while she did her best to hold herself together.

“It’s… it’s okay, peaches.” She knelt down with him and drew Benny in. “You two have to go on a little trip with the nice people from SHIELD, but you’ll be safe with Usun.” Lauren was hanging on by a thread, but she pasted on a smile and cupped Sara’s cheeks when the girl sobbed. “Now, now, sugar cube. None of that. It’s only for a little while.” She turned to Benny and hugged the little boy to her when he broke down in tears.

“Sara, darling,” Loki whispered, keeping his voice purposefully soft so it remained only between them and brushed her hair from her face. “I need you to listen to me, little dove.”

She nodded, her ocean eyes drowning in tears.

“I’m going to give you something very special. It is just for you, and you must never take it off. Do you promise?”

“Yes… Loki.”

“Excellent,” he rushed, knowing the heinous woman could snatch them away at any moment. He produced the pendant out of thin air, much like he had Lauren’s, and placed it around her neck. Small and discrete, the green stone was wrapped by a golden serpent and hung on a delicate but unbreakable chain. “This is a special necklace. If you are ever scared, you wrap your fist around it and call to me. I will come for you wherever you are. Do you understand?”

She nodded solemnly. “You promise?”

“With everything I am, darling, but this is for emergencies only, my little dove. For dire times. It must not be used on a whim, alright?” he cautioned. She was brilliant little Sara, and he trusted her to use it wisely.

“I love you, Loki,” she whispered, breaking his heart as she threw her arms around his neck.

Rising with her, he handed the new stuffed toys to Hill. “Do not endanger these children, Maria.”

“We’ll keep them safe, Loki,” she managed to say after finding her voice, his actions counter to what people knew of him. “I promise.”

“You’d better.” There was no room for error in his voice.

The impatience of Marabeth was growing, evident in the tapping foot and crossed arms. “We haven’t got forever!” she huffed.

“We have as long as I say!” Maria barked, glaring at Marabeth.

Placing a kiss on Sara’s hair, he set her down and Lauren swept her up. Benny looked up at him, and Loki picked him up to hold close and whispered in his ear. “You look after your sister and trust Usun. He’ll protect you both.”

“I will,” the boy whispered back, tears dripping off his chin.

“It won’t be forever,” Loki promised. “You’re a good boy, Benny. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

“Do we have to go?” he whispered, tearing a hole in Loki’s heart he wasn’t sure would ever heal.

“I’m afraid so, young Ben.” He hugged the boy a little tighter, then handed him to Hill before he changed his mind and simply took them both. It would be exceptionally hard to convince people he hadn’t kidnapped two young children if there were witnesses.

“I’ll miss you,” Sara whispered, burying her fingers in Usun’s coat.

“We ain’t takin’ that dog, Sara!” Marabeth barked.

“Yes, we are,” Maria stated.

“It would not matter if you left him behind. He is a dyrehund. He could find them across oceans if such was required. He is their guardian from all who would harm them. You can not get rid of him so accept it, woman!” Thor bellowed, clearly having had enough. “Agent Hill. Usun will require fresh meat. I trust whatever agents you will have guarding this family will see to his proper nutrition as well?”

“I will make sure they know, Thor.” Maria nodded. “Lauren…”

Lauren only turned her face into Loki’s shoulder.

“Just go,” Loki murmured, wrapping his arms around his destroyed wife.

Maria carried Benny away, Sara sticking to her side as far from Marabeth as possible. Marabeth threw a triumphant smirk over her shoulder, Lauren’s pain all she could hope for.

He’d never wanted to kill someone so badly in his entire life.

Only once the children were away did Lauren let the heart-rending sob explode from her throat. Her knees gave out and she collapsed into Loki’s chest.

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1: How tall or short do you wish you were? A:I’m fine with my height:) 2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) A: A ferret 3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? A: Grunge/Indie. Or basic white bitch 4: What was your favorite video game growing up? A:Can’t remember 5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My hawt bf, a certain amazing, gorgeous girl that’s my cute lil rabbit ♥, and my future. 6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? A: “Warning asshole” 7: What is your opinion on Trump]? A: Kill it. 8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] A: Sometimes Sanguine (Rarely tho lmao. working on it sh) But Phlegmatic mostly. 9: Are you ticklish? A: Uhhhh..no? 10: Are you allergic to anything? A: Cute rats. sad.

11: What’s your sexuality? A: Pansexual (save the pan jokes) 12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? A: Coffee 13: Are you a cat or dog person? A: Dog 14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? A: A very tall elf. 15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? A: Zane Hijazi 16: How tall are you? A: 5′10 17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? A: Octavia 18: How much do you weigh? A: Too much. 19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? A: Yes 20: Do you like space or the ocean more? A: Space. 21: Are you religious? A: Religion? What’s that? 22: Pet peeves? A: Everything a human can do with their nails. flick flick 23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal? A: Who doesn’t wanna be a vampire? 24: Favorite constellation? A: Aquarius 25: Favorite star? A: Sirius 26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? A: No 27: Any phobias or fears? A: Spiders 28: Do you think global warming is real? A: Maybe? 29: Do you believe in reincarnation? A: Depends 30: Favorite movie? A: Love, Simon 31: Do you get scared easily? A: Naaah 32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? A: 15 33: Who do you hate most? A: Um, trump and a certain some one. 34: What is a color that calms you? A: Yellow 35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? A: I would like to travel to the UK(And live there but..) I would wanna live in Cali. 36: Where were you born? A: A very cold place. 37: What is your eye color? A: Dark brown 38: Introvert or extrovert? A: Introvert. Why do you think I’m on tumblr? 39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? A: Yeah boy. 40: Hugs or kisses? A: Um neither, gross. 41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? A: My love 42: Who is someone you love deeply? A: My sweet boi 43: Any piercings you want? A: My septum plz. I need her back in my life 44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? A: Yes 45: Do you smoke or have you ever done so? A: I don’t smoke, but I have ew. 46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! A: I gots a mans honey 47: What is a sound you really hate? A: NAIL FLICKING 48: A sound you really love? A: My mans voice ;) 49: Can you do a backflip? A: no but how rad would that be? 50: Can you do the splits? A: ^ 51: Favorite actor and/or actress? A: Idkkk 52: Favorite movie? A: You asked me this already 53: How are you feeling right now? A: Nostalgic 54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? A: Blue 55: When did you feel happiest? A: When I went to Florida. 56: Something that calms you down? A: Talking 57: Have any mental disorders? A: Um 58: What does your URL mean? A: That’s a secret ;) 59: What three words describe you the most? A: Nostalgic, Lonely, unproductive. 60: Do you believe in evolution? A: Yes 61: What makes you unfollow a blog? A: If they’re a douche 62: What makes you follow a blog? A: If they’re rad 63: Favorite kind of person: The nice kind. Only in stores. 64: Favorite animal(s): Rats :) N snakes 65: Name three of your favorite blogs. I follow noone;) 66: Favorite emoticon: Emojis r gross 67: Favorite meme: Whats a me me 68: What is your MBTI personality type? A: Whut 69: What is your star sign? A: Sagittarius 70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? A: Yes 71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? A: Red and white adorable, soft ass crop top, with my black skinnies. 72: Post a selfie or two? A: Neither 73: Do you have platform shoes? A: Wishing 74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? A: I wanted to be a ballet dancer or a scientist. 75: Can you do a front flip? A: No 76: Do you like birds? A: Yes 77: Do you like to swim? A: ofc 78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? A: Swimming 79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Anti lgbt + trump 80: Some thing you wish did exist: Teleportation my dear 81: Piercings you have? A: First+second lobe, nose. 82: Something you really enjoy doing: Makeup 83: Favorite person to talk to: My boiii 84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? A: gey 85: How many followers do you have? A: 0 86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? A: 10:01 87: Do your socks always match? A: Not a chance 88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? A: Nope 89: What are your birthstones? A: Tealllll? 90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? A: a birb 91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? A: A white rose 92: A store you hate? A: Hyvee? 93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? A: 6 lmao 94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? A: read minds 95: Do you like to wear camo? A: Depends 96: Winter or summer? A: Summer 97: How long can you hold your breath for? A: 57 seconds 98: Least favorite person? A: a certain person 99: Someone you look up to: My boiii 100: A store you love? A: Spencers 101: Favorite type of shoes A: Converse 102: Where do you live? A: not ur biz 103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? A: No 104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? A: Um idk 105: Do you drink milk? A: No i think it’s gross 106: Do you like bugs? A: no 107: Do you like spiders? A: do u even have to ask? n O 108: Something you get paranoid about? A: Everything 109: Can you draw: No lol 110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? A: do yOU PLAY BASKETBALL??????????? 111: A question you hate being asked? A: ^ 112: Ever been bitten by a spider? A: probably 113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? A: yes 114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? A: Cloudy 115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: the boi :( 116: Favorite cloud type: Arcus cloud 117: What color do you wish the sky was? A: Yellow 118: Do you have freckles? A: I wish 119: Favorite thing about a person: Smile or humor 120: Fruits or vegetables? A: Fruits 121: Something you want to do right now: dieieieeie 122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? A: Both are endless 123: Sweet or sour foods? A: Sour 124: Bright or dim lights? A: Dim 125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? A: No 126: Something you hate about Tumblr: The “I think murders are cute” Side. 127: Something you love about Tumblr: Pretty photos 128: What do you think about the least? A: Responsibilities ;)) 129: What would you want written on your tombstone? A: “Dance on me” 130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? A: A lot of people 131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? A: My face 132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? A: Maybe 133: Computer or TV? A: Comp. 134: Do you like roller coasters? A: YEEES

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? A: Motion sickness sometimes :((

136: Are your ears lobed or attached? A: Lobed 137: Do you believe in karma? A: A little 138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? A: 3 139: What nicknames do you have/have had? A: Princess, hoe, rikku 140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? A: When I was younger I thought Danny phantom was my bf. 141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? A: Never 142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? a: Bad.woops 143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts? A: Giving 144: What makes you angry? A: Homophobs 145: How many languages do you speak fluently? A: 2 Engrish n jibberish 146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? A: All of the beautiful people ♥ 147: Are you androgynous? A: Too much so 148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My brows n hair 149: Favorite thing about your personality: Too tough to answer 150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. A: My love, A rabbit n Hobo Johnson. 151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? A: Stone age my dudes 152: Do you like BuzzFeed? A: Ew no 153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? A: A game

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? A: umno

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? A: Yea 156: What embarrasses you? A: My mother 157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious: Too many peoples 158: Biggest lie you have ever told: Lets not bring that up 159: How many people are you following? A: Dunno 160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? A: Like 2 161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? A: none 162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? a: nONE 163: Last time you cried and why: A few days ago for reasons 164: Do you have long or short hair? A: Shoulder length 165: Longest your hair has ever been: To the bum 166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? A: Because religion scares people into thinking if they do something bad, they’ll go to an imaginary place called hell. If your God loved you so much he would never do such a thing ;/// + Many other reasons 167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? A: I really do 168: Do you like to wear makeup? A: too much 169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? A: No 170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? A: Yuh

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