#pjs resolve

[yeloenk]

BIRTHDAY ART FOR @shynetyme06 !!!! 😆😆🎉

drew their pj au hehehe

[shynetyme06]

Baby got put in a star

Og pj by 7goodangel✨

[arminthada]

Please don't tell him.

GELBOYS (2025) | Episode 4

[sketchingstars03]

Them! <3

✨Day 105

Another older doodle, splattertale meets pj’s resolve 🤍✨some months ago me and shay aka @sketchingstars03 had a convo about how many parallels our stories have (mostly between the main/title characters) so I wanted to draw them together

Og pj - 7goodangel

Og ink - comyet

ST ink and splatter - my friend as tagged above

Pjr ink and mc pj - mee

[purpelpy]

I want so bad write a reading percy jackson but i am not writer and i haven’t read any book of percy jackson (except the first)

[sturniqlo]

I CANT DO IT ALONE- CHRIS STURN

summary: while mom!y/n stays home with their littles all day, chris doesn't see how tired she is and he puts more pressure on her. BLURB

cw: cursing, ANGST; arguing, crying, exhaustion, FLUFF; kissing, comforting, resolved angst

an: not apart of my positive series | lowkey hate this | lowercase intended

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"daddy!" the littlest child, leslie, runs to the front door when she hears the door opening. "hey, les! how's my little girl?" chris smiles and locks the door behind him before kneeling down to pick up his daughter. "so so happy that you are home!" she squeals, wrapping his arms around his neck tightly. "yeah, i'm happy to be home too." he kisses her cheek.

"where are your siblings?" he refers to his five year old set of twins and his ten month old baby. "uhm- landon is watching a movie, lia is playing in our playroom and layla is sleeping." she says as chris walks them, and steps over some toys, towards the kitchen where he hears y/n shuffling around. "why don't you go get lia while i say hi to mommy." he puts her back on the floor.

"okay!" she nods, her pigtails swaying in the process. "lia! daddy is home!" the three year old goes up the stairs. chris enters the kitchen and sees his y/n preparing the twins' lunch for tomorrow. "hey, baby." he wraps his arms around her waist from behind. "oh, hey you're home." she turns her head and smiles softly at him. a tiredness in her eyes that chris doesn't seem to notice. "how was your day today?" she asks, going back to making the lunches.

"tiring," y/n almost a scoffs. "i had three meetings for future drops and filmed a video with nick and matt." he kisses her neck. "oh, well, i'm glad you're home now." she closes up the small containers. "hey, is it okay if-" she gets cut off by she yelling of leslie. "mom! lia won't give me the princess pjs!" she stomps into the kitchen. "these are mine!" lia comes in behind her, wearing the pink princess pajamas.

"leslie, you have the same exact ones in your closet." y/n says, opening the fridges and putting the lunches away. "no i don't! mine are dirty!" her lip quivers. "you didn't do the laundry today?" chris says, leaning against the island counter. "no, i had to go grocery shopping, clean the kitchen, our bathrooms, and i just washed everyone's bed sheets." she says, the girls still arguing.

"i'm sure you still had some extra time to do a load or two." he adds on. "no, chris. i had to take care of layla, she's still sick." she sighs, cleaning up a spill of juice from earlier. "hey, mom. can i stay up late and watch toy story 2?" landon comes in. "no landon, you have preschool tomorrow." y/n says for the third time today, he had asked her that earlier. "dad?" landon looks to chris. "of course you can, bud." he ruffles the boys' hair. "you're the best! see mom, dad lets me."

"chris, he has to wake up early tomorrow, he can't stay up late. it's almost time for bed." she looks at chris. "c'mon, just for today." y/n shakes her head. "no. kids, go brush your teeth." chris rolls his eyes at her stubbornness. "why are you being so strict?" he asks. "im not." she practically laughs. "just let landon stay up, tomorrow is friday anyway."

"exactly, he can stay up late tomorrow." she leaves the kitchen and chris follows. she walks into laylas bedroom and checks in on her. she had gotten sick two days ago. "oh my gosh!" chris whispers. "what?" she says. "i forgot to get the medicine for her yesterday." y/n shakes her head. "it's okay, i bought it today." y/n grabs a tissue from the changing table and cleans the snot from layla. "i'm sorry." he says. "it's okay, it happened already." she throws the tissue away and exits the room.

"did i do something? why are you mad." chris continues to follow her back downstairs. "stop it, chris!" she abruptly stops and turns to face him. chris stands there in shock at her sudden outburst. "just stop! i've had the most tiring days- weeks of my life! and you're here saying that you've had a tiring day all because of three meetings and filming video?"

before chris could say anything back, one of the kids upstairs called for y/n. "mom! she spit on me!" y/n sighed and turned back around going back up the stairs to resolve whatever was going on. chris decided to go back into the kitchen and look for the dinner y/n had mentioned earlier.

chris ate dinner alone while y/n was upstairs putting the kids to sleep. he cleaned his used dishes before going upstairs to his bedroom. "wanna tell me what that was all about?" he said when he saw y/n putting on the bedsheets she had washed. "lia had spat on landon." she said. chris shook his head. "not that, i'm talking about what you had said earlier." he walked closer and picked up a pillow along with a clean pillow cover.

"i don't want to talk about it." she mumbled, going back to putting on the bedsheet. "why not, there's clearly something bothering you." he pushes on. "you want to know what's bothering me chris?" she pauses. "i feel like i'm raising these kids all by myself. you're never home! you leave before the twins wake up for school, and you don't return until they're going to bed! on the weekends it's the same!"

"i'm working, you know that." chris says sternly. "i understand that, chris. but does it hurt to take at least one day off? just one day to spend time with them? just one weekend?" she runs a hand though her hair, frustrated. "do you not understand that i'm working my ass off for us! for our kids! for their futures!"

"i know that chris, but you have the privilege to choose to work from home- to stay home and you don't use it!" chris rolls his eyes. "you have the most easiest job in the world, you just watch the kids play, feed them and change laylas diapers!" he raises his voice.

"you're kidding right?!" she scoffs. "you think taking care of four kids alone is easy? i make them breakfast, i take the twins to school, i have to buckle all four of them in the car even with two of them are crying, i have to give a toddler and a baby my attention at the same time, i teach les basic things, i have to clean the whole house, i do the laundry, i cook, i take the trash out, i change diapers, i pick the twins up from school, i help the twins with their homework, i shower all four, i get them ready for bed, i break up arguments, i deal with their tantrums. im tired chris. i have no time for myself."

"i love those kids with all of my heart, but you promised me, chris. you promised me that we would raise them together! it seems like i'm raising them all by myself. and i understand that you're providing financially for us- for them, but i need your help in a non-financial way." she feels tears racing down her face. she didn't even know she was crying.

"y/n.." chris had never realized she was feeling like this. he felt bad, he hated that he never saw this. she was right, he was always there, but never there. he doesn't remember the last time he actually sat down with his children and played with them. "i- i don't know if you actually care about what i just said, but ive kept it in for so long i thought i'd let you know how i feel." with that, she turns around and walks to their bathroom and shuts the door.

chris sighs and runs a hand through his hair, taking it all in. "mom!" he hears one of his kids yell for their mom. without hesitation, he sits up and goes to who was yelling. "layla? you okay?" he sees that her door was the only one cracked open. "daddy?" she whispers. "it's me, why're you crying, sweetheart?" he takes a seat on her small bed when he sees her cheeks are damp with tears. "i- why are you and mommy yelling at each other?"

chris' heart breaks when he hears that his daughter heard them arguing. "we just- we had a little argument- just like you and your siblings have sometimes. but, everything is okay. i promise." the little girl smiles at the reassurance. "oh, okay."

"would you like me to take you and your brother to school tomorrow?" he says after he had been laying with her for sometime. "really?" she gasps. "of course!" he says. "will we pass for donuts? mommy always takes us every friday to get donuts for breakfast." she plays with the hem of his shirt. "we can, does mommy get a donut for herself?" she nods. "mhm, she likes the strawberry sprinkles, she told us you bought one for her on her birthday a long time ago." chris laughs at the exaggeration. "wasn't that long ago, just seven years ago."

chris recalls the time when they had just started dating, it was her birthday and he bought her a strawberry frosted donut with sprinkles and stuck a candle on it. "that's so far ago." she giggles.

he had stayed with her until she fell back asleep again. quietly, he exited the room and gently shut the door behind him. chris headed back to his bedroom where the soft glow of the lamp lit up the room. "babe, are you sleeping?" he says, closing the door and walks over to the bed where y/n is currently laying down. "no." she says and sits up on her shoulder. her hair a bit damp, chris knew she never liked to fully dry her hair with the blow dryer. "can we talk? i don't want to argue, i hate arguing." he tosses his shoes off and situates himself next to her.

"okay." she grabs her glasses off of the side table since she doesn't have her contacts in. they sit in silence for a bit until chris decides to talk first. "'m sorry you've been feeling this way. and- and i cant believe i didn't take notice. i mean everything was right in front of me. i'm never home, you're always alone with the kids, you're constantly tired. i- i'm so sorry, babe. i never meant to make you feel like this- to put you through this."

"it's- it's okay chris. i know you've been so busy with the new drop and everything. but, i just want to let you now that i'm not asking you to drop everything and stay home with us forever, just asking you to take a few days off during the week. i miss you, the kids miss you." chris wraps his arm around y/n and pulls her into his chest.

"'m sorry, 'm so sorry. i'll stay home until wednesday, when i have to film, how's that sound, hm?" he presses a kiss to her forehead. "really?" she looks up at him. "of course, anything for you." he says and lays them both down. "chris!" she squeals.

"let me love on my wife!" he kisses her neck up to her lips. "how about i take you out on saturday night? we take the kids to matt and nicks house. and we go to a nice restaurant and come back here for the night?" he pecks her lips. "i would love that." she hums, kissing him back. they lie together on the bed for a while until y/n speaks up.

"as much as i love being like this, you know i hate outside clothes on the bed." she tugs on his shirt. "i knew i couldn't get away with it." he sighs and kisses her lips before getting up. "i'll be in the shower, choose a movie for when i get out."

[puptrefied]

currently thinking about sleepy sex with ellie :(

cw - somno.

　ellie who cannot keep her hands to herself even while she's falling asleep, needs it. the warmth, needs the feeling of your skin, she needs to be as close as humanly possible if not more.

you barely had any time to get under the covers before her hands automatically found their way under your shirt, palm on your stomach to tug you closer—calloused fingers stroked lazy shapes against your skin. her front flush against your back, lips messily meeting your shoulder with a low hum.

baby had to wake up earlier than usual for patrol and was so fucking tiredddd </3

“my hand's not cold…” the sound of her voice was muffled against your back and as much as she denies it, her hand is definitely cold, freezing I dare to say. this woman is an ice cube most of the time. with that body temperature she might as well be liquid nitrogen pretending to be a person.

( and she takes advantage of it to cuddle. )

“ellie, I swear—get your hand away,” you shot back, trying to squirm away from her cold grip, but it only made her tighten her hold, pulling you even closer.

“mm, stop moving,” she whined, her tone dipping into that sleep-drunk whimper that made your resolve crumble most of the time. “you’re warm… feels nice.” her nose nuzzled the back of your neck, lips brushing your skin.

ugh, so stubborn and clingy.

don't blame her if she starts to grind against your ass while spooning, she just wants to be warm! and honestly it's her body acting purely out of instinct.

it's not just to fuck, it's to soothe herself to sleep.

her hips moved in small, unthinking rolls, completely involuntary, like her body was acting on autopilot. she wasn’t fully there—her needy murmurs were barely coherent, breath hot against your neck as she clung tighter.

even if there's no direct contact she lets out little, groany whimpers on your neck while her hand stills its movements every now and then. hazy mind unable to focus on doing multiple things at once. she's awful at multitasking when eepy.

all she can think about is feels good feels good feels good and how her hand goes to grip your hips, you could be dead asleep and her body keeps moving. the hot, tingly feeling in ellie's lower abdomen making her unable to stop. she'll apologize for her horny actions in the morning with extra kisses!

if you're awake enough to turn around though? oh, she goes insane.

puffy lips finding your own in an instant, the kiss sloppy and desperately uncoordinated. she goes at it like she's starved, like she'll die in her sleep if she doesn't kiss ( eat ) you right now. her thigh situates itself in-between yours to rub there, feeling the already sticky mess dripping from the fabric of your underwear onto her skin. she’s so grateful for every decision she took in her life that led her to wear shorts as PJs.

the movements don't have any pace or rhythm—she's too tired for that—but they don't stop, she doesn't want them to and the little sounds you make show that you don't want that either.

she feels your thighs clench around hers and the way your hand grips her shirt, the smooth skin on her thigh coated with arousal.

“that's good…” ellie slurred while the wet, messy open-mouthed kisses trail down your neck. they start to go a bit slower and less frequent than before as she grows more and more tired. the whiny sighs slipping from your lips sound like a lullaby to her barely conscious brain.

her panties are still soaked but her poor body can't keep going for longer. her own orgasm will have to wait until tomorrow because she's out like light the second you come.

night night. ♡

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[snowluvvie]

₊˚⊹ ♡ . mutt!rafe cameron

MINORS DNI. | warnings — possessive behavior, toxic relationship, smut, oral (f. receiving), violence, blood, codependency, biting

mutt Rafe, who shows up on your front step with his hand in his mouth, chewing furiously at his fingernails, head hung because he had nowhere else to go

mutt Rafe, who offers to sleep on the couch in the most insincere, unconvincing tone of voice you’ve ever heard, and makes zero effort to hide his grin when you tell him he can just sleep in the bed

mutt Rafe who suddenly feels entitled to every inch of your house and everything you own just because you let him in. he eats whatever he wants out of your fridge, walks around shirtless, gets water all over your bathroom floor from shaking his hair out after he showers. you try to remind him that he’s a guest, but Rafe is too busy acting like it’s all his territory now

speaking of territory. you’re his and he won’t hear anything otherwise. he’s glued to you all the time when you guys are out—he doesn’t wanna do “his own thing” so he doesn’t see why you have to. why can’t he just be next to you all the time?

arm slung around your waist or over your shoulders, a cute back hug that turns into his bicep encircling your throat and squishing your cheeks together. he laughs like it’s a cute little show of affection, but you see the way his eyes dart around like he’s making sure other people see

bites you during sex, he can’t even help it. he gets so lost in rutting into you and proving he can make you cum harder than anyone else, when you’re in mating press with your legs over your head and he leans down to press open-mouthed kisses to your calves as he’s fucking you, they quickly turn into harsh bites that leave imprints that everyone will see tomorrow

when he’s about to go down to you, and he’s teasing you because of how much he loves to hear you beg, pressing kisses and licking stripes up your inner thigh, he also sneaks in a harsh bite. your thighs are so soft and inviting, how could he not? the way your back arches when you cry out in pain makes him so hard he gets dizzy

mutt Rafe whose bite pattern you’ve seen etched into your soft skin so often you could practically draw it from memory

mutt Rafe who sees a random guy bump into you and not say sorry at a decently crowded party and is immediately laying into him, dragging him outside by the back of his neck, kicking him until he’s crying. when you get outside and he hears you say “Rafe” in that stern voice, he stops immediately and leaves the guy on the ground to follow you as you leave

head hanging because he can tell you’re disappointed in him but he can’t figure out why. “I did it for you!” he’s following behind you and waving his hands around as he emphatically explains that “you don’t understand! I was protecting you, it was for you!”

if someone tries to hurt you, he has to put them down! that’s what you do when you love someone! you make the world a safer place for them, right? he assumes you just don’t understand what he’s saying, because he knows he’s right

you haven’t talked to him and you’re getting into bed in your cute little PJs, he looms in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, waiting. you roll your eyes and gesture for him to join you and he immediately clambers to get into bed next to you

you had planned on staying mad but when you feel his warm, hard body pushed up against you, his mouth against your cheek as he’s mouthing “don’t be mad” into your skin, your resolve shatters and you’re making out with him breathily. He keeps saying that—“c’mon, don’t be mad” through gasps and grunts the whole time he’s fucking you

mutt Rafe who eats more meat that anyone you’ve ever met in your life, yammering on about protein and iron intake. you don’t complain, though, when he brings home pounds of steak and cooks them for both of you

mutt Rafe who presents you with the most perfect medium rare steak, placing the plate down gently in your lap before he sits down next to you and subtly watches your face as you eat to make sure you like it

asks casually “was it good?” every time. so casually, putting on an oscar-winning performance of not caring, though when you hum “mm-hm” and say thank you with those eyes looking up at him, he gets a big dumb smile on his face as he takes both your plates to the kitchen

mutt Rafe who sulks around the house when you’re too busy to fuck him, which is made ten times more irritating by the fact that he always wants to fuck you and can’t seem to wrap his head around why you can’t be fucking twenty-four-seven

mutt Rafe who has zero concept of boundaries or personal time and doesn’t see why he can’t be with you whenever he wants? he feels entitled to your alone time, doesn’t see why you need it

mutt Rafe who slips into the shower with you so quietly you didn’t even know he was there until you see him, you screech at the top of your lungs and he laughs and has to catch you so you don’t slip and bust your head

he ignores your indignant fussing in favor of burying his face in your neck, and you’ve barely gotten in a single word before he has you pressed flush against the wall and has already buried himself inside of you with a low, satisfied moan

mutt Rafe who won’t get off of you, ever

mutt Rafe who pulls you onto his chest and squishes you into the crook of his armpit and is so, so warm and smells like leather polish and cologne and something else distinctly him

mutt Rafe who lays his head across your lap and stretches his shirtless body out across the whole couch. just to be annoying, at first, to get in your personal space and on your nerves, but his eyes drag shut when you start carding your fingers through his hair

mutt Rafe who gets frustrated when you won’t pay attention to him, if you’re laying in bed and reading or scrolling on your phone, he’ll stand at the end of the bed and yank on your legs, pull you down the bed and bite your feet and your calves as you screech with laughter and try to kick him

mutt Rafe who teaches you how to ride his dirt bike with hands guiding yours on the handbars and gripping your hips to guide your sitting position

when you take a tumble and bust your lip on the ground, blood running down your chin, he scoops you up off the ground like you weigh as much as a leaf. he squishes your face in his hand and gives you a sympathetic frown, telling you that “you’ll get it next time, yeah? takes practice.” he swipes some of the blood off your chin with his thumb and pops it in his mouth, like he wiped a little smudge of food off your face, and not your own blood

mutt Rafe who carries you home and leaves his dirt bike behind, and tells you you’re still the prettiest thing he’s ever seen even when your smile is stained with red

mutt Rafe who needs your reassurance that you’re proud of him, that he’s doing well, that he’s taking care of things, that he’s taking care of you. his eyes glaze over when you tell him you’re glad he’s around, he’s doing such a good job. he nods dumbly, head empty aside from the warm glow at your praise

mutt Rafe who watches you with intense eyes as you wrap a bandage around his knuckles. he decked someone for being mean to you again, so hard he almost broke his own hand and definitely broke the other guy’s nose

this time, you didn’t reprimand him. he’s trying to gauge your reaction, figure out what you’re thinking, but you’re keeping it tamped down because weirdly, you liked it a little this time. what does that say about you?

mutt Rafe who becomes junkyard guard dog Rafe—mean and singleminded and covered in blood—if you aren’t careful how you talk to him

[iveneverbeenhere]

Summary: Namjoon wants to be closer to you.

Genre: mostly fluff, mild angst but it’s resolved by the end

A/N: This my ugly baby fr. I based this off If I was your girlfriend by Prince cause Namjoon deadass has this vibe.

If I was your girlfriend, would you remember

To tell me all the things you forgot when I was your man?

Namjoon feels deeply jealous of anyone who knew you before him.

He knows you love him; you married him. It still bothers him that he doesn’t know you fully.

You have secrets; ones that you can’t share with him. Ones that you can only share with those who have been there before him.

Would you let me dress you

I mean, help you pick out your clothes before you go out?

You went shopping with your sister, leaving a pouty Namjoon at home.

He could help dress you; he could make you feel gorgeous as you made him always feel.

Not that you’re helpless

He brings it up the next day. You stare at him, baffled.

“You saying I can’t dress?”

“No, I just want to help you with little things sometimes.”

“Like what?”

“Like, fuck, I don’t know. Your nails, helping you pick out clothes, finding a tv show, bathing—y’know that shit.

You give a hearty laugh.

“How ‘bout you help me with dinner then.”

But sometime, sometime those are the things that being in love’s about

He wants to be more intimate with you; to care for you in a way that only he knows he can.

If I was your one and only friend

Would you run to me if somebody hurt you even if that somebody was me

Namjoon has only seen you cry a few times. First, when Moni died; second, when you said your vows; lastly, when he bought your shared home.

He never saw you cry about anything small until now. It was a small argument; still, it made you feel small and insecure in a way you couldn’t describe. It was late and everyone you trusted had fallen asleep except for Namjoon.

You both lay in your bed as you sniffled into his shoulder. His head was turned to you giving you occasional soft kisses on your forehead.

“This is so silly to cry over.”

“It’s not. I had no idea I upset you this bad. I’m such an asshole.”

“Honestly, it’s not even about you, I’m just a mess.”

“You’re not. Even if you were, I still love you.”

You stayed silent as you slowly breathed into his soaked pjs.

“Come on, let’s wash up and go to sleep. You need it.”

“Ok.”

He releases you from his firm grasp to start the water.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you.”

Sometimes, I trip on how happy we can be

That night, at 3 A.M., Namjoon felt closer to you; sitting in the bath, you back towards him as he gently washed your scalp while humming a soothing tune. Your tears long had dried to be replaced with a comfortable fatigue.

“Let’s spend the day together tomorrow. As an apology.”

“Ok.”

“Good. I’ll make us breakfast when we wake up.”

I want to be all the things you are to me

Surely, you can see.

[shynetyme06]

Happy bday crescent!!!! I decided to draw the cres from my au because I think he’s neat, glad I got this done on time !! (2 minutes before 12am…..)

Og crescent belongs to @lunnar-chan

[isak-dot-gov]

Christmas Arguments

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Word count: 1082

Summary: After an argument on Christmas Eve, Nika and her wife wake up to a tense Christmas morning, skipping their usual gift-opening tradition.

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The argument had started over something small, as arguments often do. A joking suggestion to skip visiting your parents for Christmas dinner from Nika spiraled into a clash of stubbornness and miscommunication. By the time you both went to bed, the festive mood was replaced by silence and turned backs. It was the first time in years that you and Nika hadn’t said “I love you” before falling asleep.

Christmas morning was usually your favorite—a tradition of unwrapping gifts together, snuggling in pajamas, and enjoying the quiet intimacy of your little family before the whirlwind of visiting relatives. But this morning was different. The weight of last night lingered, an unspoken tension filling the air as you woke up and began your day.

Nika stirred beside you, her hand reaching out instinctively, but you had already slipped out of bed. Her touch might have softened you if you’d let it, but your pride held you back. Instead, you busied yourself getting ready, skipping the matching holiday PJs you’d picked out weeks ago and opting for something simple and practical. If she wanted to avoid fixing things, so would you.

As you applied a quick swipe of makeup in the bathroom, Nika appeared in the doorway. Her hair was tousled from sleep, and the usual twinkle in her eye was dim.

“Are we... not doing presents this morning?” she asked hesitantly.

You paused but didn’t turn around. “We’ll be late to my parents’ house if we stop to do all that.”

Her lips parted as though to say more, but she stopped herself. With a small nod, she left you alone, and a pang of guilt threatened to crack your resolve. But you pushed it aside, determined to hold onto your frustration.

The car ride to your parents’ house was painfully quiet. Normally, you’d be laughing and singing along to Christmas music, stealing glances at each other and sneaking kisses at stoplights. Today, Nika’s hands were tight on the wheel, and her jaw was set as she focused on the road. You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window at the snow-dusted landscape.

When you arrived, the warmth of your family’s welcome felt like stepping into another world. Hugs were exchanged, compliments about the decorations were made, and the cheerful chaos of Christmas unfolded around you. You and Nika played your parts well, smiling and laughing when needed. But beneath the surface, the tension between you was a palpable undercurrent.

Nika stayed close to you, as she always did, her hand occasionally brushing against yours. But instead of making your heart flutter as it usually would, it only reminded you of the gap between you. Still, your family didn’t seem to notice. The two of you had always been good at keeping disagreements private.

The day dragged on, each stolen glance and awkward silence adding to the emotional weight. When it was finally time to leave, you both sighed in unison, though for different reasons. You were exhausted from pretending everything was fine; Nika seemed simply exhausted.

The drive home was darker, quieter. The festive lights along the streets seemed muted, the twinkling reds and greens mocking the mood in the car. Nika’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and her occasional sighs filled the silence. You stared out the window, trying to ignore the nagging feeling that this fight had gone too far.

When you pulled into the garage, you reached for the door handle, ready to escape into the house and avoid another tense exchange. But before you could open the door, Nika’s voice stopped you.

“Wait.”

It was soft, almost broken, and it froze you in place. You turned slowly to find her still in her seat, her head bowed and shoulders trembling. Her hands gripped her knees, and when she looked up, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

“Please don’t go,” she said, her voice cracking.

Your breath hitched at the sight of her vulnerability. “Nika—”

“I can’t do this,” she interrupted, her words tumbling out in a rush. “I feel like I’m losing you, and it’s killing me. You’ve been so distant all day, and I don’t know how to fix it. I don’t even know if I can.” Her voice broke on the last word, and a tear slipped down her cheek.

Your heart shattered. “What? Nika, no,” you said, reaching out to touch her arm. “You’re not losing me. Why would you think that?”

She let out a shaky breath, her hands covering her face. “Because I messed up last night, and instead of talking to me, you shut me out. You didn’t even look at me this morning. I thought maybe… maybe you didn’t want to be with me anymore.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the chest. You hadn’t meant for your actions to hurt her this deeply. The anger you’d clung to felt trivial now, and all you could see was the woman you loved breaking down in front of you.

“Oh, Nika,” you whispered, moving closer. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I was just hurt and being petty. I thought if I ignored you, you’d understand how upset I was. But I never—never—want you to think I don’t want to be with you. You’re my everything.”

She sniffled, looking up at you with tear-filled eyes. “I’m so sorry for last night. I hate fighting with you, especially at Christmas. I just… I love you so much, and I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

You cupped her face in your hands, wiping away her tears with your thumbs. “You’re never going to lose me, Nika. I love you too much for that. We’re going to fight sometimes, but we’ll always come back to each other. I promise.”

She nodded, her hands coming up to cover yours. “I promise, too.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, and the tension that had built up over the past 24 hours melted away. When you pulled back, her small smile warmed your heart.

The rest of the evening was spent curled up on the couch, finally opening your gifts to each other. The weight of the day lifted with each laugh and whispered “I love you,” and by the time you went to bed that night, you were both at peace, knowing that your love was strong enough to weather any storm—even Christmas arguments.

[hapuchika]

Whispers of the Dead - Part 2

Warnings: None really, some angst, little jealousy.

A/N: I was surprised by how many people enjoyed the story. Here's the second and final part. Enjoy!

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X--X--X--X--X

The moment Wanda regained consciousness, she felt her heart ache. Sometime during last night, she must have passed out in your arms in front of the painting. You must have picked her up and carried her to your bed.

She could feel the warmth next to her, your warmth. Unlike before, Wanda didn’t hesitate to nuzzle into you. She needed your warmth- she craved it.

She melted further into you when she felt your arm wrap around her and pull her closer.

“Rest, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” you said gently.

Wanda simply squeezed you tighter. She raised her head, red-rimmed eyes meeting ever-gentle soft ones.

Fresh tears made their way down Wanda’s face. It wasn’t simply grief. No. It was release. The pain. The sorrow. They wanted to be heard. They needed to be felt.

You simply caressed her cheek, wiping the tears with your thumbs. Wanda crumbled, falling back into your arms. 

X—X—X—X—X

When Wanda woke up for the second time, she was initially scared you’d gotten up and left. These thoughts were immediately resolved when she felt you breathing underneath her, making her realise the position she was in.

Her entire body was on top of yours, limbs intertwined with yours. Your one hand was on her head, gently caressing her.

Wanda looked up at you, a slight flush in her cheeks as she felt your breasts underneath her. You held a book in one hand, looking at her with those adoring eyes.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi.” Wanda croaked, throat parched.

Wanda briefly thought of feeling self-conscious; her hair must have been a nest by now, she had been sleeping for what felt like weeks, and she most definitely had morning breath.

Yet none of those thoughts bothered her. She knew, in your arms, none of that mattered.

Wanda slowly rose, limbs aching. She stretched a little as she sat back.

A little squeak made her open her eyes. She looked at you as you blushed furiously, eyes darting from one place to another.

The witch’s eyes widened as she realised she was straddling your waist, wearing last night’s PJS, an oversized t-shirt and underwear.

An idea formed in Wanda’s mind as she smirked. She spread her legs a little wider, truly settling down on you, and stretched her hands upwards, effectively exposing her underwear and abdomen.

It took all she had in her to avoid giggling at the expression you made, avoiding looking down, yet unable to stop yourself.

“You okay down there, detka?” Wanda asked with as much innocence she could muster.

You nodded your head vigorously, multiple forms of confirmation left your lips.

Unable to help herself, Wanda bent down. Hands on either side of your head.

Your eyes widened and darted between Wanda’s eyes and lips as she got closer. 

The witch whispered in your ear, “You’re adorable, detka,” and kissed your nose before getting off.

She mentally danced at the sound you let out, showing just how affected you were.

X—X—X—X—X

“So.. did you two do it?” Nat asked

Wanda shook her head; she wasn’t really in the mood to talk about what happened two nights ago. Her chest had stopped hurting; it just felt hollow. She wasn’t numb, not by a long shot. But she wasn’t spontaneously crying either.

Natasha sighed, her legs swinging as she sat on the counter. She had decided to give Wanda some company, given that Wanda was cooking brunch.

“You’ll get a chance tonight at the party. Better take it before somebody else does.” Nat stated offhandedly.

Wanda froze, her deathgrip on the ladle causing Natasha to let out a soft giggle.

“So where’s your girl now?” Nat asks, sneaking a few chocolate chips before Wanda could catch her.

“She said she’s going for a workout,” Wanda said simply, wondering the same thing.

Nat frowned, “Are the hundred state-of-the-art gyms in the compound not good enough?”

Wanda shrugs again, slapping Nats' hand when she goes to get more chocolate chips. The spy simply waits for Wanda to turn around before taking a fistful of chocolate chips.

Wanda sighs. Once the pancakes are done, she asks FRIDAY to call whoever is at the compound right now.

Sam and Tony enter, followed by Bucky, Steve, Bruce, and Clint.

“So.. where’s the newbie?” Sam asks, inhaling the pancakes in front of him.

Before Wanda could answer, you burst into the kitchen wearing your standard Scarlet Witch hoodie and Winter Soldier sweatpants.

“Hi, I’m here!” you say breathlessly, unaware of the attention you're drawing. When you stand straight, your eyes widen as you look at the people in front of you.

Wanda was the first to get up, much to Natasha’s delight. She ushered you to sit down right beside her.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Sam,” said the pancake inhaling machine.

You grin at him, “It’s delightful to meet you, Sam. And Clint, and Bruce, and James.”

Clint looks at you in confusion for a moment before Nat pokes him in the ribs and gestures to your Scarlet Witch hoodie. He nods in understanding. A fan.

“So what’s your name?” Bruce asks.

“Oh right, I’m Hades,” you say as you add an unholy amount of syrup to your pancakes.

Bucky and Bruce frown at you.

“Like the god of the dead?” Bucky asks.

“Underworld, actually,” you say as you add every topping available on the table. “But I’m not actually the god of the underworld. I wasn’t really given a name, so I chose this one. It suited me with my abilities. Speaking of, can you pass me the red thing?”

Bucky hands you the plate of bacon bits with a slightly confused face.

“So what can you ac-“

“How about we save getting to know her for tonight’s party.” Steve interrupted.

“Oh right,” Tony comments, “The dress code wi-“

“Oh my god, this is amazing, " you exclaim, having taken the first bite of your pancakes.

Wanda blushes under your raving, wordlessly adding more pancakes to your plate as you finish the first portion in record time.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” you say, “What’s it called?”

Wanda frowns, “Have you never had pancakes, detka?”

You shake your head, “I haven’t exactly eaten a lot or a large variety throughout my life. I was pretty much just eating whatever I could find on the streets up till a few weeks ago before I joined.”

There was a momentary beat of silence as everyone digested what you said, until everybody moved simultaneously. It was comical, yet endearing, how quickly everybody began filling your plate with piles of pancakes with different combinations.

You looked at them with wide eyes as everybody started making a list of different cuisines for you to try.

“This won’t do,” Tony said, shaking his head. “FRIDAY, ask the caterers to add Mexican to tonight’s food menu.”

“Indian, too,” Bruce added, smiling at the enthusiastic nod Tony gave him.

“Actually,” you said gently, “I was wondering if I could try some authentic Sokovian food?”

Wanda felt her face burn at the dozen eyes that snapped to her, expressions of understanding and mischief took over the group.

“You know what, I think witchy here should be the one to make it for you then,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, her food is delicious.” Clint chimed in.

A chorus of encouragement was heard from the group, even Bucky added a ‘it’s pretty tasty’.

Wanda turned to look at you and nearly melted into her chair at the look you gave her; a shy, adoring little smile.

“I’ll see what I can make up.”

A round of cheers was heard around the table.

“I can’t wait to have some of your famous paprikash,” Sam says.

Wanda tilts her head at him, “Who says you’re getting any, Wilson?” she teases.

Once brunch was done and cleaned up, everyone began to leave to go about their days.

Wanda watched Natasha approach you as you cleaned the dishes and talked to you. She strained her ears, attempting to listen to your conversation with the spy, trying to look as nonchalant as possible while she pretended to listen to whatever Sam was saying.

She frowned a little as you froze and spun to Nat, a look of panic across your face, before Natasha said something that calmed you down.

When you began to leave, Wanda got up, steeling her nerves as she approached you.

“Hades?” Wanda called out.

You turned to her, smiling as she approached you.

“I wanted to ask you something…” Wanda said, her heart beating faster as she tried to steel herself.

You looked at her expectantly, continuing to walk.

“I- uh… I was wondering..” Wanda began nervously.

“I was wondering if you’d like to accompany me to the party tonight?”

“As my date.” Wanda clarified.

The look you gave Wanda had her hopes plummeting.

“Actually, I.. Uh.. I had asked Tony if I could bring a plus one.” You said softly.

Wanda gave you her fakest, real comforting smile.

“Of course. I’m sorry. I should have realised. Anyway, I’ll see you later at the party. Bye, Hades.”

“Wanda wai-“

Wanda was out of earshot before you could finish.

X—X—X—X—X

“I just didn’t know she was seeing someone,” Wanda said, nursing her second martini of the night.

The party had started less than an hour ago. Natasha, having gone to the other side of the bar, decided to give Wanda an extra-strong Martini.

“You don’t know that,” Maria said reassuringly, “All she said was plus one, right?”

Wanda nodded miserably, “I just- she never mentioned having a girlfriend.. or anything about her life outside the compound.”

“Well, you’ll get a chance to ask her tonight because she has just arrived with her ‘plus one’,” Natasha said, looking at the entrance.

Wanda whipped around to see you, only to have the breath leave her. You were wearing a stunning burgundy suit, the colour of which perfectly matched Wanda’s dress.

“I take it this was your doing?” Maria asked her girlfriend.

Natasha simply replied with a noncommittal shrug.

“The girl didn’t have anything to wear except Avengers merch. I mean, seriously. Who buys so many Captain America caps?”

Maria snorted.

“Though I will say,” Natasha said slowly, “I am curious to see her wear those black widow mini shorts of hers.”

Maria rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to you. Her eyebrows shot up as your date entered the room.

“Damn.”

Wanda had to agree, your date was just… damn. She was wearing a dark green vest with a white shirt unbuttoned too much to be appropriate. The woman had green eyeshadow that popped under her dark brown hair. She seemed to have this dangerous aura to her. The crowd automatically parted as the two of you made your way to the women at the bar.

Your eyes never left Wanda, ignoring everybody who was in your way. When you arrived, you simply stared at her, ignoring Maria and Natasha entirely.

“Wanda.. you look.. breathtaking, " you said, unable to take your eyes off the witch.

Wanda, equally affected, said nothing. Her gaze stuck to you. The tension between the two of you was undeniable. She could taste it.

The sound of Natasha clearing her throat broke the moment. You blinked rapidly, looking embarrassed.

“You look nice,” Natasha comments.

You grin, “Thank you, I had help.”

Natasha hums noncommittally before moving her gaze to your date.

“Oh, right, everyone. I’d like you to meet my.. um.. date. Rio Vidal.” You say almost embarrassed.

Rio simply raises her eyebrow in greeting.

“It’s nice to meet you, Rio,” Natasha greets pleasantly, “What would you like to drink?”

Rio simply shrugs, “Whatever is your most expensive bottle of whiskey.”

Natasha takes action. Rio looks at Wanda, completely ignoring Maria.

You clear your throat nervously, causing both women to look at you.

“Right, so. Rio, this is Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. Wanda, this is Rio Vidal; the- uh.. the Green Witch.”

Wanda tilts her head at Rio, who matches her gaze.

“So you’re a witch, huh?” Wanda challenges.

Rio snorts, “I am the witch, kiddo.”

Wanda’s nostrils flare as an irritation flashes across her face. Her expression falters when she feels your hand touch hers.

“Wands… I was wondering if you could spend some time with Rio, today?” you ask nervously.

Wanda frowns, “Bu-“

“Please?” you ask, “for me?”

Wanda simply nods. For you.

“So..” Maria says finally, nursing her drink in her hand, all too amused at the interaction. “How do you two know each other?”

You look at Maria before grinning. Wanda can tell you’re nervous about something.

“We grew up together, actually,” you say, sitting next to Maria, leaving Rio and Wanda to fend for themselves.

“So you’re the one Hades can’t shut up about, huh?” Rio says, leaning against the counter with a glass of whiskey in her hand and the bottle on the counter beside her.

Wanda frowned. “Hades spoke to you about me?”

Rio lets out a laugh, “You’re the whole reason I’m here, Wanda.”

Wanda wasn’t sure what it was about Rio, but there was something incredibly unsettling. It was as though there was something Rio knew that Wanda didn’t.

“What does that mean?” Wanda asked, downing her drink in one go.

“That doesn’t matter.” Rio dismisses.

“Right… So you and Hades are childhood friends, huh?” Wanda says, using all her patience to make conversation with the very vexing being in front of her.

“Ohh yeah,” Rio drawls. “We go way back. Even dated for a bit.”

Wanda has to physically refrain from throttling the woman in front of her. A fact Rio was well aware of, given her smirk.

She has to calm down. You asked her this. With everything you did for Wanda, the least she could do is get along with your date.

Wanda takes a deep breath and relaxes her body. She can do this. When Rio’s smirk widens, Wanda is forced to use every single thing Natasha has taught her about body language to stop herself from smacking Rio.

Rio swirls her third glass of whiskey.

“She’s not easy to care for, you know. She has too much heart. She carries the burden of all her.. ghosts.”

Wanda narrows her eyes. Just how much did Rio know about your powers?

“You sure you can handle her? I don’t know how much you know about her. Frankly, I don’t care. But do you think you could handle it? Being with someone who remembers every soul, every past, every loss? Do you know what it’s like?”

Wanda feels her heart clench at the thought.

“I don’t.” She says, “But I know what it's like to be left behind. To be the only person remaining as everyone leaves.”

Something flickers across Rio’s face.

“She’s not what she seems.” Rio warns, “Everybody sees the smiles. The jokes. Everybody wants what she gives. Comfort, advice, safe passage. But one look under the veil and poof. too much. gone.”

Wanda doesn’t hesitate. “I’m not running. She doesn’t scare me. She never has. She could be literal death, and it wouldn’t change how I feel about her.”

Rio snorts at that, downing her glass.

“I have to say, you’re holding yourself pretty well for someone who just watched their whatever show up with her ex.”

Wanda gives Rio a tight smile, “It’s not a competition. I know what I feel for her is real. I feel it in my soul. There’s no need for me to be threatened because at the end of the day, it’s Hades. I know her.”

“Do you?” Rio asks, leaning closer. “Do you really? Has she told you about who she really is? What she really is? She’s keeping a lot from you, you know.”

“I know. I don’t care.” Wanda says firmly, “She’ll tell me when she’s ready. I’ll be here, no matter how long it takes.”

Rio leans in closer, her eyes darkening.

“Would you, though? Would you wait for years? How about a hundred? A thousand? What about when the dust settles on this measly planet? When your sun burns out and your stars fade. Would you wait till then?”

Wanda looks at you talking to Natasha and Maria. The way your eyes twinkle when you make a joke. The way you laugh. Every little snicker at something you found funny. And when your eyes met hers, like they always eventually do. She knew. She knew deep in her bones. There would never be anyone else.

“I will.”

Rio stared at Wanda for a heartbeat. Her gaze seemed to bore into Wanda’s soul. 

Having seemed to find what she was looking for, she rested her glass on the counter, grabbing the bottle of whiskey instead. She smirked at Wanda and stood back up.

“Let’s hope you’re worth what she’s risking. I’ll see you on the final night, when the dark prevails.”

Rio steps closer to Wanda, resting a hand gently on the witch’s shoulder.. Her gaze softens as she looks at you. 

“Hold her close, Wanda Maximoff. She needs it more than either of you know.”

Wanda simply nods. She watches Rio swagger to you, lightly touching your shoulder. You look at Rio with hopeful eyes. Rio simply gave you a short nod before you squeal and hug her tightly. Rio rolls her eyes and pats your back. When you two break apart, Rio looks at Wanda one last time, giving her a curt nod before walking into the crowd. Wanda tries to find Rio in the crowd, it seemed like the woman just vanish into thin air.

X—X—X—X—X

The rest of the party is a blur. Wanda sits next to you as you talk to the others. A hand on her knee or some part of her at all times. But something was different. There was a slight, faraway look in your eyes.

When the party came to a conclusion, you and Wanda headed back to the compound together. The air felt thick and suffocating with words unsaid. Wanda had no idea on how to resolve it.

So lost in her thoughts, the witch didn’t notice you calling her. By the third try, she finally heard you.

You looked at her, eyes filled with vulnerability.

“Wanda..” you began, “I… I was wondering… if you’d do me the honour of going on a date with me?”

The witch felt her heart flutter; she wanted to say yes. She really did. But she was scared. She didn’t want you to ask her because you felt bad about today. She wanted you to ask her because you wanted her.

Hades… I-I don’t want you to feel like you have to ask me just because you said no today. I’d love nothing more than to say yes… but only if you want this. I promise. I can wait, detka.

You shook your head.

“I- I know how I feel, Wanda. I lo- I’d love it if you’d accompany me to a ball a week from now?”

Wanda looked deep into your eyes, searching for any signs of hesitancy or regret. She found none.

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes.”

Wanda smiled, “Then yes.”

She giggled at the way you jumped, pumping your hands in the air. You stood back, attempting to retain a modicum of decency.

“Oh, and Hades?” Wanda said as they reached your door.

“Hm?” you said, looking at her.

“You looked breathtaking, too.” She said softly.

Wanda giggled to herself as she walked away, the sound of you spluttering and trying to figure out what to say.

She couldn’t wait for the date.

X—X—X—X—X

The week building up to your date was horrible. Wanda barely saw you the entire time. She knew you weren’t avoiding her, but anytime she asked you where you kept on going, you’d give her a gentle smile and tell her it was for the date. 

Her concern skyrocketed on the days she saw you covered in scars and gashes that had a slight dark mist emanating from them. She was excited for the date, sure. But she never wanted you to hurt—not for her, not for anything—no matter how invincible you seemed.

The night before the big day, she found a letter that had been slipped under the door.

Hello Wanda,

I know the past week hasn’t been the easiest. I have not ignored the concern or frustration you experienced. I know it may seem as though I am pulling away. I know you have questions.

I promise you this, Wands. Everything will be clear tomorrow night. I don’t say this to build suspense, but because it would be impossible to explain everything on a piece of paper. Many have tried. They all failed.

Tomorrow night will be our date, a night to remember. You and I shall be going to a ball, one I have organised myself. Due to certain reasons, I will not be able to take you; you shall have to find your way there yourself. But I promise, I will be waiting.

Be well, Witchy.

Regards,

Hades <3

X—X—X—X—X

Wanda was close to freezing. The place you had chosen was a mansion, an hour's drive from the compound. The place was overlooking the ocean. It was late in the afternoon, perhaps an hour or so from sunset.

Despite being the middle of summer, Wanda felt goosebumps on her skin the moment she entered the property. There wasn’t a living soul as far as she could see. As she approached the gate of the mansion, she expected to see you there. However, the moment she raised her hand to knock, the door opened by itself.

She would have felt creeped out. She had every right to. But she knew you were there. She could feel you.

She stepped in and felt the temperature drop even further. It felt similar to when you used your powers on that one mission. Her breath fogged; there was something in the atmosphere. Her powers felt sharper, somehow.

She felt a pull to the stairs, one she followed. She climbed, each step felt as though she was wading through water. Her powers felt as though they were being stimulated; sparks of red could be seen from her dress and hands.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she was met with an enormous door. She knew instinctively that you were behind it.

Before she could push it open, it opened on its own. Revealed to her was a gorgeous ballroom, instead of the usual cream, gold, red theme, this one was dark. Similar to your bedroom, the walls were a dark green, accents of black around the walls. There was an empty long table in the corner, a grand piano graced a corner of the room, and a few couches were scattered along the walls. In front of her was the door to a balcony, giant windows giving her a view of the ocean and the sun slowly meeting the horizon.

Wanda looked around the room, stilling when she saw a figure she was all too familiar with. A woman with dark hair wearing a cloak similar to yours, except hers was the deepest green she had ever seen. Rio.

Wanda approached the woman, Rio’s eyes on her the entire time. The green witch let out a low whistle as she took in Wanda’s attire.

“Nice dress, Red,” Rio said.

Wanda gave the woman a tight smile. Frowning when Rio stood up with a sigh, walking towards Wanda. She tried not to step back when Rio got into her personal space.

“You know,” Rio said lowly, “I have known Hades forever.”

Wanda nods, “I know, the two of you grew up together.”

Rio gives her a humourless chuckle.

“No, Wanda. I have known Hades forever. The beginning of time. Before creation. Before the gods. Before the fall. All of it. I have seen her watch universes rise and realities crumble. I have watched her bring celestials to their knees with a mere mention of her name. And you know what, Wanda? Not once, in all those aeons, has she bowed her head, begged. Not for the creator. Not for the gods or titans. Not even for me… Until you. 

You aren’t the first Scarlet Witch to be forged. There have been countless before you. There will be countless more. So tell me, Wanda. What makes you so special? Why would Hades go so far for you?”

The air was filled with a suffocating silence. Wanda said nothing. What was there to say? She had suspected. But this? She could never have imagined this. 

To her surprise, she felt nothing change. Her heart remained steadfast. She knew you, even if she didn’t. She knew your being. Wanda may not have spent an eternity with you, but she knew. She knew she’d burn the cosmos, give up her powers, raze reality to the ground to be with you. 

How a person she’d known for a little over a month could make her feel this way, she didn’t know. She didn’t care.

Somehow, it didn’t surprise her when she saw Rio’s true form. It made sense, if anything. Death. Eternal and unflinching.

She looked Death in the eye as Rio raised her arm, gesturing towards the balcony.

“She’s waiting for you.”

X—X—X—X—X

You looked celestial. There was no other way to describe it. Wanda watched you leaning onto the balcony, looking at the sunset. A view you had seen time and time again. A view you would outlive.

You turned towards Wanda as she approached. An adoring, gentle smile on your face that made everything worth it. It confirmed how Wanda felt.

“You came,” you said softly, raising a hand towards Wanda.

“I did,” Wanda said, smiling as she took your hand, stepping closer.

You hummed, looking back at the sunset. The sky a burning orange.

“So Rio told me a few things.” Wanda joked.

You chuckled.

“A big talker, that one,” you replied.

Wanda laughed, resting her shoulder against you. It was a beautiful sunset, but all she saw was you.

“She left out a couple of things, though.” Wanda continued. “She made it clear that she was death. Which- I mean, no surprise there.”

You let out a soft laugh, gently squeezing her hand.

“She didn’t, however, tell me what you were,” she said.

You gave a teasing smile, still not looking at Wanda.

“Hades.. What are you?” she said, cupping your face.

That made you look at her; the intensity of your gaze left her breathless. There was a deep green glow in your eyes as the final embers of the sun ran out.

“I’ve gone by many names, Wanda,” you said softly. “The guardian of the Quiet. Mistress of the Crossing. The Mourning Horizon. 

I am what separates life and death. 

I am the way to damnation and salvation. The stillness between the last breath and the first silence. 

I am the Duat. I am Erebus. I am the Bardo. The Mist. 

I am… the Veil.”

Wanda saw you—really saw you.

Not just the friend, not just the comforter, not even the warrior.

She saw the ancient, unknowable stillness that lived within you.

The part of you that was known by all but given to none.

And yet, instead of fear, she felt something settle.

Not a pit. Not an ache.

But contentment.

Something clicked—quiet and sure—inside her.

She cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss between your brows.

“Well then, Ms Veil,” she said softly, her face a hairs breadth from yours.

You chuckled, “Hades is fine, darling.”

Wanda smiled.

“Hades… I believe there was some talk of dancing?”

You leaned back, your eyes glowing a brilliant green. You smiled at her.

“That’s true, there was. And I will,” you said

“However..” 

A pause, your eyes seemed to glow even brighter. Your gaze flicked past her.

“I believe there’s someone who already reserved the first dance.”

Before Wanda could ask, she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

She turned.

And her world stilled.

That frame.

That silver hair.

That teasing smirk.

“Pietro,” she breathed.

X—X—X—X—X

“Sestra,” Pietro said, taking Wanda’s hand and pulling her back into the hall.

Wanda gripped him, unable to comprehend.

He felt so real. So.. alive.

“How..”

Pietro smiled, holding her hand and resting one on her waist.

“That girlfriend of yours is pretty cool.” He said as he began to sway to the music.

Wanda’s eyes glistened. He was here. He was actually here.

“Piet.. I..” she whispered, tears falling. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry. I- I should have paid attention to Ultron. We neve-

Pietro shushed her.

“No tears, Wanda.” He says gently, swaying her. “Tonight is a gift. Lets enjoy it, huh?”

Wanda sobs, resting her head on her brother as they danced. Breathing him in.

Pietro simply holds her tight and continues to sway.

“Did.. did it hurt?” Wanda asks, scared of the answer.

Pietro thinks for a moment. 

“Only for a bit,” he replies, “She was there, you know. Your girlfriend, Hades. She helped me. She held me as I watched our home fall.”

“She told me how sometimes, when souls have something they need to do. Something so strong they can resist the passing. She helps them.

And she did, sestra.

I didn’t know what I wanted. I just knew I had to take care of you.

You know.. being your older brother,” he teased.

Wanda let out a watery chuckle as she smacked his chest.

“By thirteen minutes.”

He chuckled.

“Hades helped me. When I missed home too much, she painted it for me. For years, she stood, painting that mural of hers. She went as far as using a witch to make sure it went wherever she did.

And now, this.”

Wanda couldn’t help but fall for you even more.

“Enough about her,” Pietro says with a smile. “Tell me about you.”

And Wanda does, she tells him everything. The fall. Thanos. Vision. The Hex. 

By the time she’s done, two songs have passed.

Much to Wanda’s confusion, Pietro steps back.

Fear grips her heart as she holds on to Pietro.

“Don’t leave. Not yet. Please?” Wanda begs.

Pietro grins. “I’m not going anywhere yet. But there are a couple of people who want to meet you.

Wanda looks around for the first time to see that the ballroom was actually pretty full.

She couldn’t believe it. Everyone was here. Her parents. The woman who helped her and Pietro after the bomb. Everyone.

She spent hours talking. Healing.

“She’s something else, huh?” Her father tells her.

Wanda blushes and nods, a plate full of her favourite hometown dishes.

“You know, your mama and I were resting. It’s a beautiful place. We were waiting for you and Pietro. Then suddenly, your girlfriend bursts in, bleeding all over the place and dirtying your mother’s favourite carpet. She told us what happened. And asked us if we could come here for you.”

Wanda smiled, well, that explained your behaviour and state over the past week.

“Keep her, draga.” Wanda’s mother says gently.

The witch simply smiles. She catches sight of Pietro on the balcony, talking to you. The two of you looked like friends.

In her heart of hearts, she knew you were the one. The end. Her beginning.

She approached the two of you, but by the time she reached, you had vanished.

“Looking for someone?” Pietro asked gently.

Wanda rolls her eyes. “I was looking for Hades.”

“Bored of me already?” Pietro gasps mockingly, clutching his chest.

She slaps his shoulder gently, leaning against him and overlooking the sea. 

She knew instinctively that the sun would rise soon.

But this time.

She didn’t fear it.

“I will miss you, Piet,” she says sadly.

Pietro hums. “I know,” he replies cheekily.

She chuckles, nestling into her brother.

“I’ll miss you too, sestra,” he replies softly. “Take care of each other, yeah?”

Wanda nods, turning to see her brother.

Pietro grins, “You don’t look scared anymore.”

Wanda smiles.

“I’m not.”

Pietra chuckles, looking at her as the sky begins to brighten.

“I guess you’ve learned to be faster than fear.”

Wanda grinned.

“Goodbye, Piet.”

“Goodbye, Wanda.”

X—X—X—X—X

Wanda finds you walking around the buffet with a plate full of Sokovian food. 

She giggles when you two make eye contact, the way your cheeks are stuffed with food, yet you smile, eyes lighting up.

“How wa-“ Wanda cut you off with an embrace, breathing in your scent.

“Thank you, Hades,” she says.

She feels you hum, tightening your embrace and rubbing your back with one hand.

You set the plate aside and hold both of Wanda’s hands.

“So Ms. Wanda Maximoff,” you tease.

“I believe I owe you a dance.”

Wanda smirks, “I believe you, Ms… one of the thousands of names”

You laugh, a full, throw-your-head-back kind of laughter.

Your eyes sparkle as you ask her, “Want to do the honours?”

Wanda grins and snaps her fingers, the grand piano beginning a classical song neither of you cares to name in the moment.

You drag Wanda to the centre of the dance floor, gently placing your hand in hers, and begin to waltz slowly.

“Hades?”

You look at her, “Yes, Wanda?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my Scarlet Witch.”

X--X--X--X--X

Taglist: @seventeen-x @miky40s

I really hope y'all enjoyed. Please let me know what you think!

[bunnyyyuu]

durian with choso or geto :3? -adachihatemail

your roomate, choso, is truly an angel. he's respectful, quiet, and cleans up after himself and yourself. always offering to do the dishes and laundy — you were apprehensive at first, but he practically begged to do everything for you. it's almost like he won't let you lift a finger, not that you're complaining.

the thing is, though, stuff goes missing.

you don't think it's choso's fault, really, but, almost everytime he comes back from the laundromat, at least one item isn't in your freshly washed basket. you don't want to think it's choso, but, it's become worse — to the point that it's bothersome

the first time it was a sock; not the pair, just the one. the second time it was a pair of underwear, not even particularly cute ones either. the third time a shirt: a very cute crop top. this time, though, you're really worried — three different pairs of panties were just... gone! poof! what the hell?

maybe the laundromat is old and things disappear. maybe choso has bad eyes and doesn't see when he misses something from the dryer. maybe... maybe.

you decide "let's not worry about it!" you've got plenty of undies, a couple pairs of— your favorite, cutest pairs — won't hurt, right? you can buy more! in fact, you will buy more! today!

you inform choso you're going out for a few hours, and he nods along. you can talk about the case of your missing garments later. right now, you're too busy being just ecstatic to go shopping.

unbeknownst to you, unfortunately, is the guilt that is gnawing away at choso. oh, god, why did you curse a man who has such a weak resolve with the most beautiful and tantalizing roomie in the world? it's not that he wants to be like this, but, lord, when u look like that, he can't help himself.

choso doesn't want to steal your stuff, but, when your panties are right there and it was proven by the sock-stealing-test that you won't notice... what else is he supposed to do but pocket your dirty undies?

he'll return them... eventually. once he's satisfied or there's no more remnants of you or your scent on the gusset, he'll wash them and place them back in your clean clothes like nothing ever happened! but, then again, he'd probably just end up stealing a new pair.

he can get to that when it matters, but, now, finally all alone, he can do what he's been aching to do all day! those barely-there pjs youre were parading around in aren't good for choso, but, luckily, he has the perfect remedy: his fist around his cock and your panties on his face.

he knows it's sick, perverse, lewd; whatever you want to call him, he knows it's true. you trust him so much and you're always so kind — "thank you, choso!" "i really appreciate it, cho'." "if you want help — n-no? okay, but, just don't be afraid to ask!" "you're the best!" he knows you're not intentionally trying to rile him up, but he can feel the blood rush to his heavy dick the second those sweet, sweet words fall from your gorgeous lips. you didn't think he was doing all that just out of the kindness of his heart, did you?

he was, actually. well, at first. he always thought you were so pretty, but he's never been good with girls (even if yuuji tries to give him advice every time he sees him). he wanted to be a good roommate, that was all, for a while. but, then, you started dressing in those scantily-clad pajamas, scurrying from the bathroom to your room in just a loosely wrapped towel, falling asleep on his bulky shoulder while you two shared a movie night, leaving your lacy panties in the laundry basket you let choso wash, accidentally moaning a little too loud while shoving your fingers in your tight lil' hole and letting those sinful sounds travel through the thin, thin walls directly into choso's ears — it was too much.

it's not him, it's you. you're the reason he's lied back on his bed pumping his cock at record speed while moaning your name into your underwear!

he has no intention of savoring his orgasm or teasing himself, he needs to cum now. you've infested his brain like a parasite, and all he can do is soak his hand in his seed once a day.

he can just imagine you: pretty undies on your body instead of clasped against his face, the fabric pulled to the side while you wide-eyedly stare as your cunt stretches around choso's huge cock, those lips of yours, the ones he's always wanted to kiss, hung open and spilling profanities mixed with his name.

it's the hottest thing he could think of. he so desperately wants it to be real, like, now. but, alas, you scare choso. he could never admit his feelings for you wether you reciprocate them or not.

"f-fuck," he groans as he sniffs your panties, the scent of you filling his nose and turning his brain into mush. he is all too weak when it comes to you.

"choso?" your words cut through his heavenly imagination like the world's sharpest sword.

you're standing in his doorway, the one he'd left half-open thinking you'd be gone. you're a deer in headlights, stunned at speechles. there's only one shopping bag in your hand, threatening to fall from your loose grasp, as your other hand grips his doorknob that you must've been pushing open.

he's surprised himself too. how come he didn't hear the loud jingle of your keys in the door? or your click-clacking footsteps? his pale skin all over his flushed bright red as he sat up in shock, your panties falling from his face onto his bed between his legs, his hand around his cock instantly pulled away.

this is hell, he thinks.

"c-choso?" you repeat. he wishes it didn't, but your sickeningly sweet, anxious voice causes a bead or two of pearly precum to ooze from his pink tip. you can't help but to glance down between his toned thighs — holy shit, he's huge, leaking for you, and beautiful — before quickly flicking your blown-out eyes back to his mortified expression.

"i'm sorry," he manages out, deep voice strained and uncertain. is he sorry? really? maybe a little.

"uhm... you — i — are those my underwear?" you finally strangle out.

there's a beat of silence. it's the loudest thing you've ever heard, deafening.

"i'm really sorry," he repeats, but, yet again, it feels unsteady.

this is the hottest thing you've ever seen — your hot roomate jerking off, moaning your name, and sniffing your panties while doing it? it's the stuff straight out of the smut you read. is this a dream? — and words fall from your mouth without a first or second thought. "i — it's okay," you say, just as unsure as choso,

"do you want... help?"

[kj0ne]

Mark Lee fic recs

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Most couples use pet names for each other, some people would expect you and Mark to do the same, especially since you’re getting married

3:50 | F - @skyrohyucks

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mark shows up to your place bleeding red, and red is your least favorite color.

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Baby fever! Mark texts | F - @markiemelon

Part 1 | part 2 | part 3

BF Mark in your camera roll | F - @angeliqueiguess

Part 1 | part 2

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The apartment next door to yours has been vacant for months. No one had gone in or out, not until your new next door neighbor moved in two weeks ago. Mark, a slightly older guy who prides himself on his patience and willpower with a penchant for control. But when you make it clear you’re resolved to wither away the things he values most, Mark decides he’s down for the challenge, determined to put a leash on your unrestrained behavior - and most importantly, finally shut you the hell up.

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[Newly Added] Boys don’t cry | A,F - @kongjjen

you never believed in taking breaks, but a series of small happenings led to mark breaking your trust, and you couldn't take it anymore. far and away from each other, you try to sort your thoughts before it's too late, if it isn't already. — and they say that boys don't cry, except this one does.

[Newly Added] No i love taking care of you | F - @200mark

in which your boyfriend is sick but he still wants to be under you

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not being able to sleep, you go to your roommate for company. instead, you end up with more comfort than you hoped.

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[sillymommy6969]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝕲UESS ᝰ! CHAPTER FIVE

synopsis: katseye lucked out when their team managed to score a-list award-winning actress, y/n l/n to be featured in their upcoming music video for ‘touch’. when the cameras turn off and the doors close, lara feels a little more than just onscreen chemistry with her music video love interest.

RIO wasn’t lying when she said she was speeding down the highway. You could hear her tires screech when she pulled into the driveway of your Californian home. Billie and Dom still weren’t here, but when Rio bursted through the door, she ran over to tackle you in her embrace. You, wrapped in a fluffy grey blanket with cleanex littered around you, laid in Yunjin’s arms. You felt your resolve crumple when you felt your friends give you a tight sandwiched squeeze.

“Oh, y/n, honey, what happened?” Rio asked, tucking your hair away from your eyes as you sniffed. You shook your head, teeth sinking into your lip. “Y’know what, I’ll go make you a cup of hot cocoa, yeah? I’ll heat up some milk for you to dunk one of these puppies in. How does that sound?”

Upon a silent nod from you, Rio hopped off the couch to leave for the kitchen. When she was no longer in earshot, Yunjin tilted her head, watching your expression carefully. Her lips parted, “I’m going to be very blunt and straightforward with you ‘cuz I respect you, y/n. Did you go see her after you came home from hanging out with Rio last night?”

You caught her eyes, nodding shamefully as you sighed. You threw your head into your hands, fingertips wiping away tears gushing from your eyes.

Yunjin nodded, pushing her lips. You appreciated her not beating around the bush, you hated when people try walking around the topic. Especially when it came to this topic. “I just—I know it’s stupid and I know it’s my fault for answering her, but when she said she loved me, it’s almost like I was a different person. I just wanted to see her again, one more time before I would actually end it for good, but it felt so good.”

Yunjin could see a hint of dark bruises peaking out the top of your cleavage. She knew Avantika never left marks where people could see, but she also knew she was a possessive, manipulative freak who loved acting she owned you.

“Walk me through it, babe. And don’t lie to me.” she warned.

You thought back on the events of last night. When you got her text again, the number made your heart drop. You were about to get into the shower, in your pjs and your hair undone. Your head warned you of the events that went down the last time you gave into her tempting. You remembered how you rushed home crying after, how your friends made you swear you would never let yourself do it again.

Which, obviously, didn’t work. You knew you screwed yourself over by breaking that promise. But you couldn’t be blamed, and Yunjin knew the fragility of your emotional attachment to your past was something you shouldn’t provoke.

“She texted me to come over and I did. I got out of my car, she was standing by her door, waiting for me so I let her do whatever she wanted when I walked up to her.” Your eyes fluttered shut at the recollection of the previous night, your lips quivering. “She kicked me out when we were done, I didn’t even get a goodbye. I’m sorry, Jen, I just-I didn’t know what I was thinking, I shouldn’t have gone back.”

You let yourself sob in Yunjin’s arms, as she brushed her fingers through your hair in comfort. She doesn’t say anything for a couple minutes, letting you catch your breath before you pulled away to wipe your tears away again.

“Look, y/n. She’s taking advantage of your feelings for her, just like she did so many times before you guys broke up. You need to remember why she wasn’t good for you in the first place.”

Before you could reply, your door’s thrusted open with a harsh thud. In came Billie, who yanked the beanie off her head and tossed it aside before coming to hop on the couch beside you. She grabbed your jaw, peppering the side of your face with comforting pecks before wrapping her arms around your neck. “Oh, babygirl, you’re so pretty when you cry, but you’re prettier when you’re smiling. Let me see that grin, eh?”

You grimaced at the cringe-worthy line, but you couldn’t resist the smile that cracked on your face.

Billie smirked, chuckling. “There it is, come on. Bring it in.”

You buried yourself into Billie, still snug in your blanket before Dominic sat down on the coffee table in front of you. He had his hands clasped together, his jaw locked tight. His tattoos twitched as he tried containing the obvious rage seeping through his features. “All you gotta do is say the word and I’ll go and make sure she never sees the light of day again.”

You reached out, grabbing his hands. “If you beat anybody up, especially a woman with a platform and legal team, you’ll be the one locked back up and never seeing the light of day.”

“I don’t care, she needs to mind her own fucking business.” he barked, “I promise you, y/n, if she sticks her nose back into your life again and I don’t fuck her up, I won’t forgive myself.”

You patted his whitening knuckles. “Okay. Thanks, Dom.”

Rio strode back into the room, cup of steaming milk in one hand and a cocoa bomb in the other. She gasped at the sudden arrival of the other two, settling beside Dom before handing you the mug. “Can’t believe you fuckers are having a party in here without me.” She blew on the cup, making sure you were careful with how you handled the heat. “I say we get fucked up and food coma ourselves with wingstop.”

Everybody groaned, slapping or hitting Rio with cushions as the girl held her arms up.

“Is that seriously all you think about, you big ass?” Yunjin teased, “You can’t stop thinking about good for like two seconds without dying of hunger?”

You chuckled, “Wingstop actually sounds good.”

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[ranscutedoll]

Christmas Shenanigans

Rindou X Reader W.Count: ~500 Genre: Fluff

Rindou appeared thoroughly unimpressed, a visible discontent etched on his face. "No. Absolutely not," he declared firmly.

"But Rinnieeeee," you pleaded, employing your most irresistible puppy-dog eyes. He sighed, casting a reluctant glance at the bag containing his Christmas present, then relented. How could he resist you?

"What am I going to do with you?" he sighed defeatedly, and you couldn't help but smile triumphantly.

"You'll love me forever and ever," you declared, sealing the statement with a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"But... Baby, I can't wear this," he attempted to negotiate.

"But... I bought these for you. I even got a matching pair. Don't you like them?" The hurt in your eyes was evident, yet Rindou, maintaining his tough exterior, hesitated to give in.

"No, of course, I love your present, darling. It's just... well..."

"Well, what?" you pressed, waiting for an explanation.

"Y/N, you do realize who I am, right?" he questioned, and you nodded in affirmation.

"So you understand that teddy bear-themed pyjamas aren't exactly my style, right?" His resolve wavered as he spoke, and he couldn't help but notice the tears welling up in your eyes.

"Rinnie... you do realize they are pyjamas, right? No one will see you in them? Plus... well," you said, looking away with embarrassment.

"Yes?" he inquired.

"I thought, well, that we could wear the PJs and have a date night at home, and cuddle... in matching... pyjamas..."

Rindou paused for a moment, feeling at a loss for words. How could you be this cute? Sighing, he closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

"Fine. But if anyone sees me—" Even though he sensed your desire to interrupt, he didn't let you.

"—hmm. Nope, let me finish! If anyone sees me in these, you'll have to do whatever I say for an entire week. Deal?" He extended his hand for you to shake.

"Rinnnnn, this isn't a good deal for me! Your brother will probably see you anyway."

"Rules are rules, love. Take it or leave it," he said with a smirk. Sighing in defeat, you shook his hand. Compromises were unavoidable, as you had already guessed.

As it turned out, Rindou ended up really loving the pajamas. He found them incredibly comfy and would often choose to wear them. Ran, however, had indeed seen him in his teddy bear PJs one morning when he came by while the two of you were still sleeping. The astonishment on his face told Rindou everything he needed to know.

"Not. A. Word."

"Wow, Brother! You are whipped!"

"Shut up, they're comfy."

"Whipped," Ran teased, to which Rindou sighed, but not before shouting for you, "Y/N! You lost the bet!"

------------ A/N: I wish everyone has nice holidays, Merry Christmas if you celebrate! If you don't, I hope you enjoy yourself regardless!