#this makes hearing stories about her even funnier

[romanticintheory]

on my knees BEGGING for more price and civilian!reader. i just read it and i can’t stop thinking about all the cute itty bitty interactions- their date, their convos, maybe him meeting her surprisingly scary dog (currently in love thinking about COD men and K9s yknow?).

Like if there’s not a single supporter for this, i’m dead in a ditch somewhere

what it's like dating john price as a civilian.

john price x gn!reader

part 1

more fluff, more domesticity, me being down bad

a/n: KSAHDASDKJ im so glad u love them as much as i do!! hope this does them justice for u <3

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the date went really well, thankfully. he showed up at your place ready to pick you up with the bouquet of flowers he knew you deserved. call him old-fashioned, but he was adamant on making sure you didn't have to lift a finger for anything.

hell, he even asked you why you were standing out there in the cold by yourself, saying, "i could have come to your door so you didn't have to freeze all the way out here, sweetheart!"

he held out his hand for you to take as he guided you down the stairs, opened your side of the door for the car, and always walked with you on the side closest to the street.

the movie was a cute action comedy. it was even funnier with john because he'd sometimes pipe up at the action sequences talking about how unrealistic some scenes were.

when you told john that the main character's actor, a built, older-looking man, was used to be your celebrity crush in high school, he couldn't help but let a chuckle rumble in his throat and ask, "got a type then, love?"

"yeah, probably do," you admitted shamelessly.

the dinner was just as nice as the movie: he took you out to a nice restaurant and hung onto every word you spoke. likewise, you couldn't take your eyes off him whenever he told you stories about him and his boys.

he wouldn't tell you stories about him doing his job, mostly because he didn't want to disturb you with what he's had to do. he did, however, happily tell you stories about the ridiculous things he's seen his task force get up to.

"they sound like a handful," you said warmly, "you sure they're not your kids?"

"no, but they certainly sound like it," he leaned just a little bit closer to hear you better over the chatter of the restaurant.

"i get that. i've got a handful at home, too." you paused to take a sip of your drink. "a little puppy."

"really? what's its name?"

when he takes you back home, he wordlessly walks you back to your door.

"would you like to meet beau, john?" you ask, hand hovering over the door you unlocked.

he opens his mouth to speak but gets interrupted by the sound of scratching and a dog panting on the other side of the door.

"well, only if he's okay with meeting me."

when you open the door, john is surprised to see a full-grown rottweiler launching at him at full speed. for a second, he saw his life flashing before his eyes before he realized the wagging of beau's tail.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry!" you call out immediately, "he's usually more polite around strangers. beau- beau get down!"

john only laughs at your panic and took your dog's friendliness as a sign to pet him. "'s alright, love. i trust you enough to know you wouldn't put me in harm's way."

he takes in beau's stature. from the looks of his larger-than-average size, he might be a guard dog for you. or maybe you just wanted company and decided to hone in on his scariness and bulk by adding that spiked collar.

"so, a puppy, huh?" he points outed humorously, locking eyes with you after realizing that your canine was, in fact, fully grown.

"hey, he's still a puppy to me!" you interject, kneeling down beside john's crouched figure to also show the rottweiler some affection.

"i see," he nods thoughtfully, turning his attention back to beau. "you're just as gorgeous as your owner, huh?"

your face is on fire again. "you flatter me, john."

"how does the saying go? it's not flattery if it's true?" he stands up much to the disappointment of beau and to take a step closer to you.

"you're too kind."

"jus' trying to treat you like how you deserve."

it's like he's trying to light you aflame on purpose. your embarrassment grows so much you have to cover the smile on your face with your hand. once your face has cooled down, you take a deep breath and let your hand fall down back to your side.

"thank you for tonight," you say quietly. "i had a really good time."

"glad to hear," he replies. "'m also happy to see beau likes me, too."

"well, we both have that in common, i guess."

"oh, who's doing the flattery, now?" john says playfully, his hands on his hips as you laugh softly at him.

"still you!" you insist.

"hm. maybe next time we can figure it out, yeah?" he proposes, a hopeful glint in his eye.

"next time? you already ready for a second date, price?"

oh, he was ready for more, but he didn't think you were ready to hear that.

"unless you're not," he tells you slowly, afraid of pressuring you into saying yes already.

sensing his worry, you reassure him with, "how could i not be?"

he relaxes at your admission and leans forward to give you a kiss on the cheek. "i've got your number. next week sound fine to you?"

"of course. whatever you like, soldier," you nodded, the lingering feeling of his lips on your cheek leaving a tingling sensation. if you were just a bit more confident, you would have kissed him then and there.

"i'll see you then, love."

he bends down to give beau a well-deserved goodbye pet before turning to leave, looking you in the eyes one last time before leaving for home.

[musingmelsuinesmelancholy]

Idk if it’s due to having lived with my quebecois great grandma and not quite as French but still Very French ™️ grandma but I am utterly incapable of doing any ancestor work if the apartment isn’t fucking immaculate… 🤣

~my mother described my great grandma as “immaculate” often, in reference to how cleanly she was as, being a child in a catholic school and only ever having heard that word in reference to Mary I thought my mother meant she was literally sinless. I was in awe of the woman growing up LMFAO

[libraryofgage]

Steddie brainrot continues to worsen to a concerning degree but here's a crack idea that is absolutely sending me:

Famous Spicy Six in which Jonathon is a director who decides to work on a passion project: a Scooby-Doo movie. His ideal cast is as follows:

Nancy Wheeler (investigative journalist with a few special appearances on crime dramas) as Daphne Blake

Argyle (an actor with a habit of playing small parts; he acts only because he thinks it's fun, so he's not concerned with significant roles) as Shaggy Rogers

Robin Buckley (a well-known voice actor who is more well-known for her social media posts and clap-backs) as Velma Dinkley

Steve Harrington (basketball star who is also more well-known for his social media clap-backs and for being Corroded Coffin's number one fan) as Fred Jones

Eddie Munson (frontman for Corroded Coffin, an insanely popular metal/punk/rock band and "infamous" for unashamedly posting Steve Harrington thirst tweets) as the voice of Scooby-Doo

Corroded Coffin is also creating an entirely new, original soundtrack for the movie

And because I think it's funnier this way, this is also an AU where the Upside Down still happened, so Jonathon just calls his friends up and is like "Okay, so hear me out"

The absolute insanity that breaks out when both the movie and cast are announced because nobody can figure out how Jonathon managed to convince all these powerhouses to join his movie.

The further screaming online after one of the movie promo interviews where a reporter asks how they all agreed to the movie and Nancy hits them with, "Well, Jonathon asked, and he never asks for anything."

Which leads to the discovery that they all knew each other in high school, and the reporter jokingly asks if that means they've all dated each other, too, which leads to Eddie jumping in with absolute delight like, "Well, that's a funny story, there. See, Stevie here dated Nancy, who then dated Jonathon when they broke up, who then dated Argyle after they broke up. And I thought Stevie and Robin were dating, so I was very confused when I saw Robin and Nancy kissing. But then I found out that Robin was a true-blue lesbian, which meant Stevie here was open for the taking, and we've been banging ever since."

and Steve is just sitting there, head in his hands while Robin cackles and decides to tell the reporter all about Steve's "fuck I have a crush on Eddie" crisis

This interview, of course, leads to even more freaking out online and comments like "I know I asked for poly Scooby gang, but this is ridiculous," and "I can't believe that in this, the year of our lord 20xx, ScoobyXFreddy became a canon ship," and "if I had a nickel for every romantic relationship the Scooby gang actors have had with each other, I'd have five nickels, which is way more than any of us fucking expected to have," and "suddenly Eddie Munson's thirst tweets make a lot more sense, but can we talk about Steve Harrington's CC tweets now," and "everyone say thank you to Eddie Munson for revealing that mess of a relationship map," and "finally, the canon lesbian velma and daphne we deserve"

The movie is a box office hit, btw, and bloopers from filming roll with the credits, among which is Eddie Munson making Steve Harrington lose his shit laughing on set while dressed in a Scooby Doo onesie and singing Corroded Coffin songs with his Scooby Voice

[sweetestdesire]

LATE NIGHT TALKING

WARNINGS: absolutely none. Just some pure, sweet content.

PAIRING(S): Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which it’s part of his routine for Quinn Hughes to talk to Fem!Reader’s baby bump.

Quinn had never really been one for routines. It wasn’t as though life really let him have them with all the things it’s hurdled, but there were a few things he still managed to do regularly. Like his extensive skin care, and the way he had something sweet after lunch every day, or the way he kissed the tip of Y/N’s nose twice and then her lips before he got up every morning.

Most importantly, it was the way he tiptoed into the quiet house in the dead of night, making his way to admire the happy little nursery room they’ve put together while running his fingers over the soft blanket waiting for their baby's arrival, and then winded up curled by Y/N’s legs at the foot of their bed as he lifted her shirt over her swollen belly and planted a little kiss to her skin.

It was comical almost, with his tall stature and his long, muscled limbs, but Quinn made it work. He loved being eye level with their baby, even if he wasn’t really seeing them, and he wasn’t really sure where their eyes even were. But it was a set routine, one he cherished greatly, one that gave him just a semblance of something calm and soft and safe in his life.

"Hey, bubs.” Quinn murmured, rubbing soft circles into her baby bump as he spoke with his lips pressed against her skin. "Your mom hates when I call you that. It's why I’ve gotta do it.” He chuckled.

Y/N was pretty sure Quinn could think of a new pet name every day, that their child could very well grow up without hearing the same one twice for as long as he was around. His list never seemed to stop growing from new additions, and it won't.

"Today wasn't too interesting, you'd be bored.” Quinn sighed, almost like he was reliving the uneventful day he had. “Good thing you're all toasty in there.” He gave her skin a soft pat. “I’d live in here too if I could. Seems pretty nice. No bills to pay, free food, sleep whenever you want. You’re really living the dream life there, bubs."

Quinn planted another kiss to her skin, trailing pecks along until he met Y/N’s bellybutton. He smiled, letting himself relax for the first time all day as he closed his eyes and sighed as his figure sunk deeper into the mattress.

"Tonight’s game was rough.” Quinn huffed, lips curling slightly into a pout as he spoke. “No cool stories for you tonight, sorry about that. Tomorrow’s should be good, and I get to play against your uncle Trevor. That’s exciting.” His voice picked back up a spark at that, and then he felt a little kick under his palm. "You like Trevor, huh? Yeah, he's fun to pester.” Quinn laughed softly. “But you better not like him more than me. I’m cooler, funnier, and I’m way less annoying.” He rolled his eyes.

Y/N perked up at the sound of Quinn’s voice reaching her ears. She was woken up from her sleep with a tickling sensation around her body, steady breathing slowly hiccuping as she woke herself up. She felt a gentle graze on her baby bump, tickling the hairs that had grown long due to the changes her body faced. His thumb circled the swell of the stretched skin, peppering pecks along her body before planting his cheek to her belly.

"Quinn, please go to back sleep.” Y/N groaned. “It’s late, baby." But then her fingers slid into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp as he sighed softly at the feeling.

"Hey, I’m having a very important father and child bonding moment here.” Quinn insisted.

"Well, you can continue having it in the morning.” Y/N hummed and her voice lilted to a tease, barely noticeable with the sleep still lacing it but he clicked his tongue because he heard it, anyway.

"But you're even grumpier in the morning, you'll cut our time short. It’s very important to build trust and communication with your little ones if you want a healthy relationship. You should read more.” Quinn said matter-of-factly, and she almost wanted to kick him off the bed (though she was sure he wouldn’t really move if she tried).

"Our little one is gonna have chronic migraines from the womb if you keep this up.” Y/N muttered, and there was a giddy little grin across his face as she spoke, one she felt through his lips that were still pressed against her belly.

Her fingers didn’t stop gently stroking through his locks, and his palm was still rubbing slow circles against her skin. For a moment, even with an unborn child and a slightly irritated Y/N, Quinn had a picture perfect little family in his hands. One he never really thought would be his.

"I have to keep our baby updated, you know.” He murmured. “You’re too boring. They don't get fun stories all day when I’m not around."

“I don't think you're supposed to tell infants about what happens during some of those hockey games." Y/N muttered. “What if they have nightmares?"

"Can’t be worse than hearing you talk about which vegetables to get for dinner.” Quinn shrugged, chuckling lowly when she swatted at his shoulder.

Quinn wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his cheek lightly against her baby bump as he hummed in content. He couldn’t get over how beautiful she looked, how perfect her bump was and amazing she had taken to mother-hood before their baby was even here.

Tomorrow would be another day with new burdens and more uncertainties, but right here and right now, the world stopped turning for a moment and let him catch up, let him steal a moment without asking for anything in return.

"Someone has to be the responsible parent.” Y/N snorted.

"And someone has to be the cool one.” Quinn countered. One last kiss to her belly, and then he was shuffling up the mattress to be eye to eye with her now. She stared into his orbs for a moment, lingering on the slight glossiness that seemed to appear every night after he's had his routine conversation.

"At least we can say we're pretty balanced parents.” Y/N whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his jaw. He smiled, and it was watery, relieved even, but still just a little bit unsure.

"We could say we're cool ones if it weren't for you.” Quinn teased, chasing her retreating lips and pressing his firmly against them. It was a soft kiss, one that poured love into her lungs. It was the kind that seeped into her skin and melted into her bones, the same love that came in a form of another kick to her belly. "Our baby thinks I’m cool. See? They’re trying to tell you.”

Y/N huffed, reaching for his hand and placing it over her bump. She watched his eyes soften at the pressure against his palm, watching the way his lips twitched upwards as joy painted over the canvas of his face. His stare locking with hers and even if she couldn’t see the lower half of his face, she knew that Quinn was smiling brightly. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Quinn whispered quietly under his breath, his soft smile growing with each passing second. Almost instantly, his other hand went right to the baby bump. The warm feeling of pure love spread through his veins just at the subtle touch of her smooth, stretched skin underneath his.

Quinn has never been in love until he met Y/N. He still remembered the first time her hand fit through his and squeezed when she knew he was nervous, and now it served as his reminder to exhale. He remembered how Y/N looked in his jersey with his name written across her back for the first time and the heat in his cheeks. He remembered the tremble in his fingers when he first asked to kiss her, and he still remembered the beat in his chest when she actually said yes and how gentle her fingers felt.

Quinn was becoming softer and warmer, he realized before he was rolling his eyes at his own lovesick thoughts. But a gentle sort of realization clicked into place when he looked at her this time and he had never been so sure of anything in his life when he muttered a quick, “I love you.” He felt his world settle into place when Y/N nuzzled closer to his chest because late nights like this made Quinn thankful that the first person he ever fell in love with, was her.

“You look so beautiful, sweetheart.” Quinn repeated sweetly, each word dripping in pure adoration while he drew light shapes on her belly and locked his gaze with hers. Even after three years together, his effect on her never wore off and her cheeks heated up with blush. “I love seeing you wear my clothes, you know.” He continued, a look full of wonder and happiness painted across his face.

Y/N’s eyes widened when she remembered the only thing she was dressed in was Quinn’s button up. He almost laughed at her expression, but he was still in complete awe of her. “None of my clothes fit anymore, so I was looking in your closest and I found this shirt. It’s really comfy and oversized enough for the baby bump. Hope you don’t mind that I stole it.” She explain sheepishly, cheeks becoming rosy.

Quickly, Quinn shook his head, making his messy hair fall over his forehead. A loving smile blossomed on his lips before he leaned in to kiss her deeply. His soft lips moved with hers for a moment and the rest of the world seemed to disappear. Gently pulling away and pressing a light kiss to her forehead, his beautiful eyes met hers. Admiration was evident in his gaze and he swore he had never been more in love than right now.

“I don’t mind one bit. Not only do you look breathtaking, but I’ll never get used to seeing your belly. Our baby’s in there. I still can’t believe that.” Quinn sighed happily, kissing the baby bump as delicately as possible. “This shirt just gives me more of an excuse to love on you and your growing baby bump.”

“I love you.” Y/N mumbled quietly, unable to find anything else to properly express her feelings for the man she adored. His smile reached his eyes, nothing but joy radiating off of him, and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was.

“I love you so much more.” Quinn whispered fondly, pecking her lips again before moving to her rounded belly. “And I love you too, bubs.” He spoke to the unborn baby who already had all his love. “Only a few months until I get to meet you.” He dropped his volume barely above a whisper as if the two were hiding a secret from Y/N. “Daddy’s going to love you so much.”

His hot breath hit her skin, slightly annoying her and making Y/N want to push his face away. Regardless, a warmth spread to her chest, making her heart flutter and her eyes to well up in tears. Her sniffle caught Quinn’s attention, interrupting a monologue that he was giving about ‘accepting them no matter who they choose to be.’

It's been said before, but it bears repeating: Quinn was a natural when it came to being a lover. He’d been by Y/N’s side through every trial and tribulation life has cruelly thrown at them. He’d willingly taken her pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly shared the burden. They’ve navigated the rollercoaster years of dating and parenthood with him, all the while watching him adapt to each role with unwavering patience and grace. Witnessing him be a dad-to-be made her firmly believe it was what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

“What’s wrong?” The quip at the end released a sob from her, increasing Quinn’s concern. “Did I do something?”

Y/N nodded profusely, embarking Quinn to sit up where she was laying her back against the headboard. His hand situated itself on her lower back, rubbing softly as her back ached more than usual these months. She covered her mouth, her tears dripping down the moist skin, mumbling incomprehensible words. 

“What’s wrong? What did I do?” Quinn asked more urgently, stretching his arm to pluck a tissue from the nightstand table, still not used to the fluctuating hormones. “I’m sorry, baby.” He apologized repeatedly, impelling Y/N to suddenly squeeze his cheeks between her hands, his mouth pinched together, thinning his words that were both comedic and endearing.

Y/N wiggled his face slowly, needing time to fully admire his handsome features and caring nature and God, she cannot believe that he was going to be the father to their little baby. 

“Y/N?” Quinn questioned with a quirked brow, cheeks still compressed between her hands but his eyes glowed in amusement. 

“You’re going to be such a good dad. Our baby is going to love you more than me and I can’t even blame them.” Y/N murmured, and the way her fingers suddenly moved from his hold to trace along the outline of his cheek bone seemed to catch him off guard, watching his eyes widen slightly, then soften at the gentleness of her touch.

Quinn cooed, his heart thumping harder at the image in his head. "Our baby.” He repeated quietly, testing the sound on his tongue as though it was new.

"All ours.” She promised, pressing one more tiny kiss to his lips before resting her head on his chest. And if she noticed there was a skip in his heartbeat, Quinn was glad she didn’t say anything. And even if he wasn’t really a man of routine, this part of his day never ceased to repeat, and he thought it was his favorite.

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

Nimona headcanons I wrote instead of sleeping

Sometimes the boys forget that Nimona isn’t human 

Like they’re used to the shifting into animals aspect of Nimona because she does it as often as she breathes

But sometimes she’ll do some really creepy shit like make her arms longer to reach something when she’s too lazy to get up

One time they shifted just their neck to be like an owl so they could turn their head 180 degrees instead of just turning around cause that was “too boring” 

Or he’ll mimic people’s voices without realizing it 

Sometimes he’ll tell a story and suddenly he’s using Bal’s voice 

The first time she did this Bal searched the whole house cause he was convinced that Todd has snuck in

Or she’ll grow an extra arm to hold more shit and they take a moment to realize “oh yeah we adopted a little weirdo” 

They get used to it after a while and the arguments surrounding it are always funny because both the boys will complain and say “I don’t sound like that” and they have to be told “No love you do you really do” 

You know those videos of babies reacting to their parents shaving their facial hair or putting on glasses 

That’s Nimona's reaction every single time the boys change their appearance even the smallest bit they cant shave or wear their reading glasses because if they do he freaks out 

Talking some “help me Nemesis I heard bosses voice but I can’t find him” while Bal was standing right in front of them 

It was the first time he shaved his face in years and he’s never doing it again 

Mostly cause Ambrosius kept telling him he looked like a teenager and it was freaking him out 

I feel like Bal and Ambrosius are those kinds of people who will tell people about the little injuries but neglect the big ones 

Like Bal mentioned that he thinks he sprained his ankle during the fight at the institute but he won’t mention that he’s pretty sure he got a concussion 

(BECAUSE THIS MAN HEAD-BUTTED TWO PEOPLE WHEN HE HAS A METAL ARM) 

(I’m bout to wrap this man in bubble wrap and give him a helmet because wtf) 

Ambrosius will complain the whole day about the fact that he has a paper cut

But will completely neglect to inform his doctors “Oh yeah I can’t move my left arm higher than my waist without pain and I can’t see that well out of my left eye or hear that well out of my left ear do you think that’ll be a problem?” 

It isn’t until Nimona makes an off handed comment about how this super weird that the laser did basically nothing to him that he told both of them

They literally dragged him to the ER because “Who thinks those symptoms are normal Nemesis what is wrong in that pretty little head of yours!!” 

When Bal tells Nimona she’s being a bit of a hypocrite (cause who refers to an arrow as a splinter?) she turns to him and says “I know you’re not saying something Mr. Human battering ram” 

It took literally everything in Ambrosius not to break down laughing

After that she forces them to have frequent checkups with the doctor because these dorks wouldn’t go otherwise

Honestly I'm fully convinced that some people in the kingdom don't know who Nimona is and are constantly confused why they let this little weirdo follow them around 

And finally the curiosity will eat away at them and they’ll finally ask 

Sometimes the boys will give some “normal” answers like “Oh that’s Nimona” and they won’t elaborate at all

Sometimes they’ll give funnier answers like “Oh that’s a raccoon we found in the garage who turned into a person one day” “I don’t know they just showed up in our living room” and their personal best “You see her too?” 

And their favorite that they only started using a couple of years down the line “Oh that’s our kid”

[luxu1230]

Top Gun Maverick AU in which Jake knows sign language and Ice miraculous lives (let's say his wife dies instead)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin doesn't make it known to others he knows sign language and why should he? It doesn't impact his job as an aviator and it's not like he's around people who need it.

Well that was before he met thee Tom "Iceman" Kazansky.

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Jake knew how to sign before he was even able to walk. Having a parent and siblings who are deaf will do that. He was born to a Father who was deaf and a Mother who was in the Navy. Growing up meant he had to know sign language with a mother who was hardly ever around even when she was back home on the ranch they had in Texas he needed it so he could communicate with his dad.

The only time he ever properly saw his mother was when she was on her paternity leaves for the twins (Michael and Johnathan) who were born deaf and the youngest (Lily) who could hear. After that they barely ever saw her as she was "Too busy trying to move her career along" (and isn't it funny that in the future the son she ignored managed to get a higher ranking than she would ever get).

So he had to step up. He was 5 years older than the twins and 11 years older than his baby sister and he knew his dad was struggling. So he helped teach his siblings sign language, he made sure that Lily didn't turn into one of those little brats he saw at school who thought they were special just because they fit within the norm of human society. And if he sat down with his dad when he was 18 and told him he was going to enlist so they wouldn't have to worry about money (since his mother never seemed to help out with her salary). His dad broke down crying telling him he hopes his son would return (That's when Jake finally settled in his heart, that woman was not his mother). So when he joined he made sure that every leave was spent with his family and he could never regret it even if his leave synced up with her's.

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Fast forward a few years and it's after the suicide mission that his sign language comes into use.

What's even funnier is that this story goes down in the history of how one Jake Seresin gets promoted at the same time as getting two Naval legends to finally realise their feelings for each other.

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It was after the mission and everything was left in the past between Jake and Bradley. (Yes he can call his boyfriend by his real name NATASHA. No calling him by his Call Sign is not foreplay BOB). So he's surprised but not surprised when the squad gets a permanent home at Top Gun as a specialist unit with the help of Admiral Kazansky and phtff Admiral Mitchell (Thats a funny story within itself but that's a story of another time).

So to celebrate they all get smashed at the hard deck and if he's sat cuddled up to Bradley in a booth as Ice and Mav talk with Ice using a text to chat on his phone he can't help but notice every time Ice signs 'i love you' to a complete and utter oblivious and confused Mav. He can't help but sigh as he feels Bradley trying not to bust out laughing as Jake had done the same thing until Bradley came up one day and shoved flowers into his chest and signed it back his face red.

So he grabs Bradley's hand and stands up at the end of the table. Looks Mav right in the eye and goes "He's signing he loves you dumbass" and drags off a wheezing Bradley behind him leaving Mav stuttering and Ice blushing. He barely remembers the rest of that night.

So he's presently surprised that after a week he gets a call saying he's getting promoted to Captain due to his great service to the country. He can't help but sign in exaggeration as Bradley bursts out laughing when they find out Mav was the one who promoted him.

And if he proceeds to go up the ladder with his husband by his side and realise that when he reached Admiral he reached a rank his mother could never reach by ignoring his family. Who knew hiding his sign language would get him this far.

(if anyone would write this I would honestly love to read it)

[igotanidea]

Ranking: Jason Todd x fem!reader

graphic by @huedmmi (amazing job with that, thank you!!)

Summary: heroes couples ranking? Might seem like a good idea, but not every pair can make the top......

This is placed in the Ego!verse, cause been a while since I wrote for that. You can find other stories of this verse in my masterlist.

***

„What are you doing?”

„Reading.”

“What are you reading?”

“NOTHING!”

Jason sneaked behind her back, trying to sneak a peek of the article on the Internet Y/N was reading. However, all the time she spend being in the relationship with him and her vigilante instincts combined made her act quick enough to shut the laptop before he could see as much as one letter.

Jason smirked

“Oh, you’re hiding something.”

“What?” she scoffed “I’m not hiding anything.”

“You can’t lie to me, you know it.” He teased leaning forward, their faces inches away from one another

“Are you trying to intimidate me?” she moved even closer “Sorry not sorry, but it’s not working.”

“Well then maybe I just have to keep convincing you…..?”

“I’m the one playing with minds, not you, remember?”

“Come on princess….. just tell me what you’re hiding…..”

“Nope.”

“Y/N.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t be a tease.”

“Have you met me?” she smirked “Tease is practically my middle name.”

“Please?”

“No.” she cut him off “now stop whining, get up and let’s go.”

“Where exactly?”

“Batcave, duh! Did you think I was asking you for a date, or something?” she raised an eyebrow, looking at him teasingly.

“Wouldn’t dream of it……”

He didn’t like the idea of going to the manor for the debriefing, but….. there might be someone who could help him digging some information out.

***

“Drake. I need to talk to you.”

“Mhm….” Tim muttered not really paying attention, his head elsewhere “How about we reschedule that for next month? I’m busy…..” he tried to take a sip of coffee, but before the god’s drink found a way to his mouth, Jason snatched it out of his hands.

“Drake!”

“Give me back my coffee, Todd……”

“Not before you help me.”

“And why should I do that?”

Jason sighed in frustration. On one hand he could just tell Tim was this was about. On the other that would mean showing his vulnerable side and that was a no go. So he just settled on standing in Tim’s room, holding his mug of out his reach, considering pros and cons of each option.

“It’s about Y/N.” Jason finally said, relenting “I’m worried about her.”

“About Y/N? Why? She’s a tough one. I mean, she;s in a relationship with you, I don’t think much can break her.”

“I’m serious, Tim. You may not notice this, but lately she’s been acting… closed off. She’s…. sad.”

“Sad? Cracking jokes left and right? Two days ago she almost made Dick fall off the rooftop telling one of her funny stories.”

“Please tell me it was not a story about me…..?”

“Nope. Those are not funny anymore and she found a lot funnier subjects. Nevermind… Tim shook his head. The point is, she’s acting normal. Why would you be concerned? Wait. Why would you be concerned?

“Cause she’s my girlfriend!”

“Oh…. You do care….” Tim smiles

“Shut up!”

“You want my help or not?”

“If you helping me require me admitting I care about her…….” Jason sighed “Fine, I do. I do care about her. Please, help me?”

“Of course, I’ll help you Jason.” Tim grinned knowing well enough he just got Jason right where he wanted him “and just so you know, it’s not a secret you love her.”

“Shut up…..”

“Fine! Fine!” Tim laughed at Jason’s flustered face “What’s the deal?”

“Y/N…..” Jason said her name with the mix of affection and worry “she’s been spending a lot of time in front of her computer, lately. She claims she’s reading. And I believe her. But whatever article it is, she’s been spending her time on, makes her distracted. It’s almost like she’s been avoiding me for some reason I cannot fucking understand. She’s lost in her head!”

“The girl is a mind reader, Jason. She can hear people’s thoughts. Is this really so surprising that she’s had enough?”

“Yeah, she had those…. Phases. But it’s not like that. She;s only like that because of what she found on the net.”

“Ok… Let’s assume I believe you. But what do I have to do with it?”

Jason muttered something incoherently.

“Sorry, what was that?” Tim chuckled

“I want you to break into her computer……”

“You what now?!”

“I need you to…..”

“Oh no, I heard you. You want me to hack your girlfriend’s computer. It’s just I can’t comprehend what got into your head.”

“I’m kind of desperate…..And you’re the expert on tech…..”

“I’m not buying into this…….” Tim laughs

“Come on, Drake!”

“Not a chance, Jason. Again. Y/N is a mind reader. She’ll find out what we did in a heartbeat. And I don’t want to have my brain grilled. I saw her in action, I know what it means to make her angry. “

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Y/N…..” Jason mocks

“You are terrified of making her angry yourself…..”

“Ok, fine! She can be scary…… Fuck! You’re no use, Drake!” Jason jumped to his feet, rushing out of Tim’s room, fists clenched, muttering something under his nose.

“It was nice to see you too, Todd!” Tim laughed. He always found it funny how Jason acted under the influence of emotions.

***

“Grayson!”

“Jaybird!” Dick grinned at Jason, the second the latter came through the door to the kitchen “came for some brothers’ bonding?”

“more like binding” Jason rolled his eyes “unless you’ll help me.”

“You must be truly desperate to come to me for help…..”

“Oh, God… have you been watching Thor again?”

“I had a whole marathon. But sure, I’ll give you a hand with whatever you need. What is this about?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N? What about her?”

“Oh, fuck, not you too. Am I really the only person who noticed she’s been acting off lately? Are you fucking serious?!”

“Um…..relax Jace?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to relax seeing my girlfriend hurting?!”

“And it’s my fault?!” Dick exclaimed with shock in his voice.

“NO! Yes! Wait, is it?” Jason took a step towards Dick “what did you do to her Dickhead!?”

“Nothing! I swear!”

“You’re lying!”

“I’m not lying!”

“Then why won’t she talk to me?!”

“I don’t know! Come on Jace! Don’t get crazy again.”

“Talk to her.” Jason said, calming down. As much as it hurt him to admit it, he was acting erratic and he didn’t want to be aggressive. Not again. Those days were behind him. “Please, just talk to her.”

“Why me?”

“Cause you’re the only person I can trust to do this without making her suspicious. And because she won’t talk to me.”

“Jason…. She’s a mind reader….”

“You’re not the first person to tell me that today. Thank you.” Jason mocks “I kind of remember!”

“Wait…..” dick eyes grow wide…. “I might……”

“You might what, Grayson?!”

“I might know what this is about…..” Dick muttered slowly, but seeing Jason furious expression, with his eyes burning he picked up the talking pace at once “ok, so there’s this little site with superheroes couples ranking…..”

“WHAT!?”

“I mean, not that I read it…..”

“Sure you’re not Dickhead…..”

“But Barbara…. She’s actually a fan. And so it Lois …..”

“Lois? As in Lois Lane?”

“Yeah….. it’s actually pretty popular amongst the girls… I mean, it’s not any ambitious writing on anything like that but when you need something to relax and unwind after a hard day…..Steph and Cass read it too and we spend last evening going thought it and gossiping and……” Dick started rambling “sorry. Not the point.”

“Make the point then….” Jason had to fight the urge to punch his adoptive brother in the face.

“Um…. Me and Babs….. I mean, Nightwing and Batgirl  might have scored first last week……  And I might have slipped a word about it to Y/N…..”

“You scored first?”

“Yeah…..” Dick smiled wildly “I mean we are a really, really good couple but I never thought we could beat Clark and Lois to the first position. Sure, I also might have did some things to catch press attention, but still I ……”

“Grayson, I am warning you…..”Jason hissed

“Sorry. Long story short…. The news got to Y/N. and you know her. She’s the investigator. She started digging and found the site and now she’s been kind of addicted to it, checking it out every week hoping Red Hood and Ego will make it to the list, but…..”

“But what?” Jason asked but he already sensed the answer.

“You did not…..”

“So what you are telling me, is that you scored first, and I didn’t even make the first …. Ten?”

“Fifty……”

“I didn’t make the top 50?!!”

“I’m not the one making those rankings! Stop yelling at me!”

“That’s why she’s been so sad? Was she disappointed? let down?” Jason asked. What he did not form out loud was the question whether she felt unloved? Because of some crazy internet ranking. “I gotta go talk to her…..”

“Yeah…. You should….That might clear the air. You know, honesty is really important. And honest is, I scored FIRST!”

“We’ll talk about that later, Dickhead. I got more important things to do now.”

***

“Y/N.”

“Oh, hey, Jace. What’s up?”

“I know what you’ve been reading.”

“You know what?”

“Stop it”

“Ok, fine.” She sighed “I’m going to kill Grayson for spilling the bean. “

“Sorry princess, but he’s mine. But now… about this … stupid ranking thing… is that really making you this sad? Are you…. Unsatisfied with our relationship?” he asked, all his insecurity and vulnerability coming out in waves. He doubted him his entire life. He always thought that Y/N was too good for him and one day she would just …. leave. And now, it was practically coming true……”

“what?” judging by the tone she became terrified of what he was asking her. “Jace….baby….” she dived into his arms, hugging him tight. What got into your stupid pretty head, you dummy? I love you… I love being with you. If I got discouraged by something someone writes on the Internet that would be …. Childish… immature… stupid.”

“But…..”

“No buts, Jace…..” she pulled back, grabbing his face with both her hands, looking deep into her eyes “I love you, you idiot.”

“I love you too, sweetpea…..”

“Now that is a new nickname……”

“Do you like it?” he smirks “tell me what does it do to you.”

“You’ll have to call me that a few more times just so I can figure out exactly what it does to me.” She smiles pulling him down to kiss.

***

“JASON!!”  

Next morning Y/N standardly checked out the weekly ranking. Just for fun… After that little making up and clearing the air she had with Jason all night, she couldn’t care less about what vigilante couples made the top 10 and who did not. She was happy with her boyfriend. And that was what counted.

But.

There was something so surprising that he just screamed Jason’s name the moment she opened the page.

“Y/N!!??” Jason rushed into her room, shirtless, his face confused. “Are you in danger?! What happened?!”

“THANK YOU!!” she yelled again jumping into his arms. Obviously he immediately pulled her into his chest, enjoying her warmth and hugs and kissed she started planting all over his face , but was still unsure of what was happening.

“Y/N? Not that I’m complaining, but what is this about?”

“We made the first place!! I mean, Ego and Red Hood did! Look, look….” She grabs his hand and lead him to the computer, pointing at the page, almost jumping in excitement. “do you see that?!”

“Yeah, princess I see it….” he smiles, full of smugness.

“Thank you!”

“I didn’t do a single thing…..”

“So, Red hood spotted making some sort of floral carpet for Ego was purely accidental?” she smirked, but her eyes were glistening with pure love and admiration. “You didn’t have to, you know?” she stood up, locking arms on his neck, his founding a way to her waist and pulling her close. “I told you I didn’t give a damn about those rankings and you must have been working at it for hours….”

“It was worth it, baby. Seeing that smile and those pretty eyes shining….. And maybe I deserved a little kiss?”

“Oh, you deserved so…. much…. more….” She brushed her lips over his, making that little kiss a promise of something more to come. “And…” Y/N pulled back “as a bonus, you probably pissed off Dick.”

“Oh, yeah… That was definitely my biggest motivation….” His grip on her waist tightened suggestively.

“Really?” she mutters leaning forward “maybe I can convince you otherwise? Show you what should have been your biggest motivation from the beginning?”

“You know I can’t say no to you, baby……”

[lesbianloml]

the beginning

my babysitter au

type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), perverted men, mentions of sex, this is just where they meet so nothing big

summary: when wanda hires a new babysitter, she is shocked to find that there are some things she doesn't know about her town. the biggest shock is you, you are immune to wanda's powers. an even bigger shock comes when wanda finds out you have powers of your own.

a/n: this series is going to be LOOSLY based on my wandavision dr. if anyone has anything they would like to see or something, let me know. and if anyone wants to talk about shifting, hit me up. i kinda imagined reader as a soft and quiet girl. also, you're kinda a whore. and you love to read and bake. in this series, wanda doesn't really do a tv show or different eras, it's all just normal. but the agents and stuff outside the hex have a big part. reader works at the local café that she owns and spends most of her free time in the library. anyways, enjoy part one!

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(not my pics)

(pretend she had billy and tommy before the hex)

"what's the name for your order?" you asked, a little annoyed. you loved your job, but the older man standing in front of you made you want to throw your apron down and quit. "cohen, babe. don't forget next time" cohen shoots you a wink. you hold back a gag as you try to smile politely, writing the name on the side of the cup and turning your back to begin making the drink. grabbing a bag from behind you, you set the cinnamon pastry you made a few hours prior into a container and set it in the bag. as quick as you can, you mix up his drink and slap a lid on it while rolling up the top of the bag, wanting him to leave as soon as possible. "here you go" you say, spinning around and handing the bag and the drink to him. he gives you a look and opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, you tap the counter three times swiftly. your work best friend, sophie comes around from the back. "hey babe! is he causing you trouble?" cohen glares harshly at sophie, but one thing you love about her is the way she doesn't back down. sophie gives him a look that immediately has cohen scurrying out the door, tail between his legs. "thanks soph" "anytime love. we get off in fifteen, where you going tonight? your apartment or your mom's house?" you look around to see an empty café, emptier than usual. usually, the shop is packed full of starved or thirsty customers. but it's dark outside, and who would come get caffeine and food at 9:45 at night?

"I'll just stop by the library real quick before it closes and then head home and watch a movie or something." you say, smiling as you think about the old library downtown. it was your favorite place to be whenever you had free time or just needed some quiet. you turn and stacked some more cups and filled up the napkin container while waiting for your shift to end or another customer to walk in. you hear soph come out from the back room, where she was restocking supplies. "hey girl, can i ask a favor?" "yeah i'll stay and lock up so you can go fuck shawn" you say with a smirk and a giggle. sophie gasps dramatically. "how'd you know what i was gonna ask?" "because you ask me at least once a week. and the fact that you're a year older than me and supposed to be more mature makes it even funnier" "thank you! i'll see you tomorrow. don't forget, on sunday night we're baking treats for the elementary school bake sale on monday." "got it. i love you. see you sunday. enjoy shawn!" you sing as sophie laughs. "i will. love you too." "today is friday so on sunday, i need to be here by 5:00am so i can set up the tables and stuff to be ready to open at 6:00am. then i'll work until 10:00pm, close up, and help sophie bake some treats for monday's bake sale at the elementary school" you plan your day tomorrow in your head. glancing at the clock, you see it reads 9:55pm. 5 more minutes until you can lock up and leave. you work on monday, wednesday, friday, and sunday from 5:00am to 10:30pm. you usually open at 6:00am and close at 10:00pm 4/7 days a week. you love your job but hate the hours. your job at the coffee shop payed extremely well, so no matter how much you hated waking up before the sun, you weren't going to quit. you grab a rag and wipe the counters down. 3 minutes until you lock up and leave.

you spin around when you hear the little bell above the shop door ding, signaling someone came in. you almost drop the damp rag you're holding when you see her, a women, maybe in her early thirties. she had beautiful red hair and striking green eyes. her clothes were casual and relaxed, but you were sure she was some sort of powerful figure from the way she walked and held herself. you had never seen her in westview before, you were sure you'd remember her, and you'd lived in westview since you were eighteen, so three years now. you shake your head before walking around the counter to greet the women. she's even prettier up close. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up." you tell the women with a smile. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" before the women starts apologizing, you cut her off. "oh no, it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" "just a coffee and a piece of apple pie, please" you nod and turn to make her order. you don't ask her name, too shy to do so. it's a good thing that this women isn't. "i'm wanda." "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" you ask, sliding her drink and bag with the pie in the container to her over the counter. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" wanda's face lights up when she talks about them. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart." you wonder what that's supposed to mean as wanda smiles at you before paying and exiting the café, leaving a trail of perfume in her wake.

wanda turns the wheel to the left, not really knowing what she's looking for, but knows she's looking for something. wanda reminds herself that she needs to head back to the hotel and rest up for tomorrow when she and her boys were going to move into their new home. ever since vision kicked them out, they've been staying in a hotel but then wanda remembered the house that she owned in westview. the perfect place for her and her boys to start over. as wanda is thinking, her head droops and stomach grumbles. she hasn't drank or eaten anything all day. wanda continues driving around the streets, looking for a restaurant or something that she could get a bite to eat at. wanda slows the car when she sees a little café on the corner, letting out a sigh of relief as she sees movement and light from inside. she wouldn't have made it the forty five minutes back to the hotel without eating something. she quickly climbs out of her car and enters the café, not really paying attention to who's there with her. wanda just wants to get back as soon as she can. "you came in at the perfect time. i was just about to lock up" wanda almost falls over at the sound of the other female's voice. it was so relaxing and quiet. so beautiful. she glances up to look and sees you. wanda swears she stops breathing for a moment. you were the most gorgeous thing she'd ever seen. with the prettiest smile, even at the disturbance, and the softest voice, wanda swore she just met an angel. you had to be an angel. you're smiling. at her. "oh, i can leave if you're closed-" "oh no. it's ok. i don't mind, i was getting lonely in here anyways. what can i get for you tonight?" you were so sweet, so kind. "just a coffee and a slice of apple pie, please" wanda smirks to herself when she sees the tint of blush on your cheeks. you were so cute, too shy to talk to her or ask her name. "i'm wanda" "y/n. i don't remember seeing you around westview. did you just move here?" wanda watches you slide the bag and coffee across the counter towards her. "no, we haven't moved here yet. i was just looking around, getting ready to move in with my boys" wanda states. "oh, you have kids? how old?" "i have twin boys. they're ten" she smiles at the thought of her boys. "cute! i guess i'll be seeing you around more if you're going to move here" "you sure will, sweetheart."

as wanda clambers into her car to begin the drive home, she thinks about the girl at the counter. "y/n" wanda thinks to herself, smiling at the name. she thinks it suits you. and as wanda is turning onto the freeway, she thinks to herself, "that girl will be mine"

as you lock up the café and slide into your car, you think about the women you saw. she was very pretty, and you hope that her and her kids move in ok. as you turn you car on and pull out of the parking lot, you rest your hands on the wheel as you begin driving home. your mind is pleasantly empty on the drive back to your apartment.

the first time wanda ever met you, wanda thought about you the entire drive back to the hotel. you were the most angelic person she'd ever met, and she was enchanted by you. the first time that you met wanda, you thought about her once before driving home. she was just another customer to you. but little did you know, you were becoming so much more to her.

little do you know, this is just the beginning

[hunnysnoops]

White Teeth Teens

Chapter Three: Contagious

Kyle Broflovski x fem reader

I picture you in a bad dream, coughing up your guts. It’s funnier in theory but I’ve pictured it too much. You’re saying what you had to say and staring at my mouth.

Premise: What could make an unbearable field trip with an unbearable man any worse? Don’t worry, you’ll find out.

Warnings: crude language+humour / vomit / unconsciousness

MASTERLIST

You found it increasingly difficult to fight the urge to smash the bus window and drag yourself through broken glass just to hit the pavement with a sickening crack of bones. Easy to say you weren't thrilled about the field trip waiting for you.

The fish filet sandwich you had choked back at the rest stop was already disagreeing with you and you were sure it wouldn't be the only thing troubling you on this day. The driver hits a speed bump, hitting you extra hard in your seat at the back, you feel bile rising up your throat and slap a hand over your mouth. "You okay?" Wendy asks, her voice soft.

You nod, giving a thumbs up with your free hand. When the feeling dissipates, you dig into your backpack for your water and start to chug it until the lingering taste of bile alleviates entirely. "Next time please tell me not to eat gas station fish."

"I told you not to this time," Wendy tells you. The forty-minute bus ride was just about over, you would've been savouring the one-on-one time you got sitting next to Wendy if food poisoning wasn't setting in and sending ripples through your stomach.

"I can't be the only one who ate the fish filet," Arms crossed over your stomach to try and smother out the growing pain you swivel your head to look around the bus where everyone else seemed to be chatting happily or ignoring the world with their headphones in. The walls of the bus are panelled with aged, weathered metal, showcasing patches of chipped paint and faded colours that hint at its former glory. Scuffs and scratches tell stories of bustling school days and the trips long passed upon within these walls, an occasional doodle of graffiti where the faculty had turned a blind eye.

Wendy takes a glance around well, "No, I'm pretty sure you were," The back of the teal seat in front of you was littered with smiley burns from cigarette lighters that degenerate kids had soiled the leather with. "I think it's like the number one rule of gas stations not to eat fish there."

You groan and tilt your head up to look at the rusted ceiling, with each passing second regrets gather in your mind like a high school reunion. This biology trip had slipped from your head completely, it was meant for the class to gather independent research on the local ecosystem by sending teenagers into the woods and expecting them all to turn up at the time they were supposed to when they were done. You were anticipating a few pairs of kids to roll back up to the meeting point at least half an hour past the allotted time.

In your mind, there wasn't anything good about this trip. The information sheets Mr. Waterman had given you explained that you were meant to be using the buddy system with your lab partner, who happened to be Kyle, someone you were definitely not buddies with. You didn't even get to leave any other classes early, you left ten minutes after your last class began which was biology and you were going to be gone for two hours plus the ride there and back. All you needed to gather information on the local ecosystem was ten minutes and a cell phone instead you were missing soccer practice to poke around in the woods.

Kyle wasn't thrilled about this either. He was one of the handful of students who shoved his headphones in and turned the volume up so loud that he couldn't hear anything or anyone besides The Cure. He had unfortunately been stuck next to Cartman who was currently spouting slightly prejudiced remarks towards David that went unheard by Mr. Waterman at the front of the bus.

The bus came to an abrupt stop in a parking lot surrounded by forest. Before the doors even opened you had grabbed your backpack and run to the front, banging on the door to be let out. When you finally set foot into fresh air you were almost brought to your knees almost choking on the clean air. That was what was nice about South Park, the air wasn't dirty and stagnant like the city, it was ever-moving and ever-changing.

One more minute in that bus and you would've thrown up, the combination of, axe spray, perfume, body odour, and teenage angst almost fogged up the windows. The class piled out of the bus, adjusting their eyes to the bright sun that would fade in a few hours. You made note of the outhouse tucked into the corner of the lot, being sure that you would need it later to spill your guts before you get back on the bus.

Mr Waterman wastes no time in hopping off the bus and prepping himself to preach the criteria once again. With the signature clap of his hands, he begins "Okay, I know it's a very exciting day but let's try to hold it in for a moment," There was not one person in that crowd who was excited "I expect you to stay in your assigned groups and to return by four, that is in," He looks down at his watch "An hour and a half, so gather as much information as possible, make sure that you record it, I want to see field observations, species identification, sampling, each group gets one quadrat to use so be careful with it."

Your assigned group begins to awkwardly flock together, no one looks particularly happy. The group was made up of you, Kyle, Cartman, David, Cylde, and Tweek, any bright side may have been overshadowed by the fact that you could tolerate one and a half people in this group. David was usually chill while Clyde was 50/50, depending on the day he might make you want to charge for his throat with unbridled rage and open palms to wrap your fingers around his neck until his eyes roll back in his head.

"Okay, looks like everyone's getting their things in order," Mr Waterman said "Now, please don't stray too far off the trails, it should always be in sight. Remember, you will be back to working one-on-one with your lab partner tomorrow." He looks around for a signifier that his class is listening, the majority seemed spaced out or were divulged entirely in conversation. "Any questions?" Nobody said a word. "If any group cares to join me, I will be walking to the river!"

"So-uh, should we go to the river?" Cylde broke the sickening silence between the six of you.

"No," You snatched the quadrat out of his hands and began heading for one of the trails. The group trailed behind you, Cartman uttering complaints as expected.

"Junkie's leading us to her heroin den." He says, obnoxiously loud to Cylde. You almost wanted to swing around and hit him over the head with the grid in your hand.

"Do you even know what we're supposed to be doing?" It was like David read your mind and asked Cartman for you.

"Look at animals and shit, I'm not stupid."

"Had me fooled," You mutter under your breath and delve even further into the thicket. The ancient trunks were adorned with a tapestry of mosses, lichens, and ferns. Shafts of sunlight pierce through the canopy of leaves above your head, illuminating patches of moss and casting dappled shadows to dance across the muddy forest floor.

"Where are we going?" Tweek speaks up, his right eye twitches and his fingers tap against one another. He's shaking as he walks. You wondered how he was able to function day to day with nothing more than caffeine in his veins.

"Into the woods, bro," Cylde walks up next to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. You had been praying that Cylde wouldn't be in your group but whatever gods rest above seem to hate you. He and Bebe had made it official which you had to hear through Nichole since you and Bebe still weren't on speaking terms after the night of the clamp.

This was the point where you tuned yourself out of the conversation to actually get some work done, it seemed like Kyle had been doing the same. With keen eyes and attentive ears, you observed the bustling activity of birds flitting among the branches, the scurrying of small mammals in the underbrush, and the rhythmic chirping of crickets in the distance.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, ignoring the low battery warning that seemed all too common in recent days and began to flood your camera roll with pictures of birds and little bugs you would find underneath rocks.

Only part of the group was doing something, that part being you, Kyle, Tweek, and David, while the other two buffered around you. Cartman wanted no part in any of the work while Cylde just seemed unsure of what to do so he would just touch things and make a vague comment about it. He crouched down, running his hand over a rock and then looking at his palm "Yeah, that-uh, seems pretty old, maybe like twelve years old."

"We aren't carbon dating rocks," David said as he added to the list of litter in his notebook to mark human impact in the forest.

"Oh, cool," Cylde nodded.

From what you could see, you had the only group on your current trail and the deeper into the forest you moved, the darker it got, trees growing denser and thicker overhead to block out sunlight. The shade was a nice relief, it made you feel a little less nauseous though sickness was still tearing at your insides. You were doing everything in your power to stay on track, figuring it better to focus heavily on the work aspect as opposed to paying attention to your gnarly stomach.

By the time you were out there for an hour, it felt like a decade in your mind, you couldn't stay trained on the research, instead, you passed the metal quadrant off to David and drank the rest of your water while clutching your stomach.

"So how does the square work?" Cylde peered thoughtfully over where David and Tweek were kneeling on the ground. The boys looked back up at him, David had tossed the gridded frame over a random patch of grass to take a survey of the plants.

"We learned about this last class," David answered, unamused.

"Interesting," Cylde rubs his jaw with his hand, furrowing his eyebrows like he's deep in thought.

"I feel like we should all pitch in equally if we're going to be working off the same data," Kyle glares at Cartman who leaned against a tree, playing Subway Surfers on his phone.

"I agree, diabetes boy, so get to work," He answers pausing his game for a moment to look up.

"You're one junior bacon cheeseburger away from diabetes yourself and all you've been doing is scrolling on your phone while everyone else does the work fatass," Kyle retorts, you had suspected he would come to a breaking point at some time today with Cartman.

"Uh, what about Junkie?" He draws the attention to you where you stand, taking slow and laboured breaths in and out, in an attempt to keep the fish filet sandwich inside of you. "I'm pretty sure she's overdosing."

"Can you stop calling her that?" Kyle asks, much to your surprise though you had your priority set on other things.

"Oh?" Cartman's eyebrows raise, that's how you can tell that you piqued his interest. Cartman turns his phone off and tucks it back into his pocket, crossing his arms and staring at Kyle "You're defending her now? Are you guys going to go home together to pop opiates and drown yourselves in a bathtub?"

"No," Kyles's nose wrinkles in distaste "It's just annoying."

"Oh, Jesus man! don't fight!" Tweek looks ready to rip his hair out, and David casts him a side-eye. It was moments like this where you think it would've been more rightful if Tweek was the one who had the nicknames on Junkie and Crash which you considered a cross you had to bear.

"We need to head back soon so can we *hic*  please just finish this?" You chime in, voice breaking with hiccups as you speak. The sound of their simmering argument was grating in your head like someone had stuck a fork into a blender.

"Crash, get your nose out of the snow and get back to work unless your brain is too fried from the black tar."

You had taken a complete 180 from trying to leave with as little conflict as possible to be more riled up than Kyle. "Shut the fuck up, Cartman."

His eyes carry the oh-so-familiar hint of challenge that you were so used to seeing "What are you gonna do? Have a seizure on me?"

"No, I'll kick your fucking ass." You take a step towards him pushing back your sickness the best you could. Cartman wasn't the tallest nor was he very agile, you were sure that you could take him even if it might prove to be a bit strenuous.

"Woah," He inches back as you move forward "Back up a little there," Cartman laughs nervously, landing around at someone to intervene. Had it been someone else Kyle probably wouldn't gotten between you two, but having it be you and Cartman, the other four watched with imploring eyes.

Things might have played out differently if it weren't for the growling in your stomach, the dry heat, the lack of nicotine you were fiending over, and the past four years you had silently endured Cartman making fun of you for an exaggeration of your smoking issue. "Be quiet or I'm going to knock you upside your fucking head."

You stood a foot away from him, moments passed where he played out every scenario in his head until he finally settled on a response. "Okay, man, we're cool," He raised his hands up in surrender. Just seconds after you had turned your back you heard Cartman speak up "Don't want you to hulk out on me when you're on the Roids."

Out of raw instinct, you turn on your heels and bring your right fist to connect with Cartman's cheekbone. Everyone stares at you in utter shock. Cartman himself looked as if he could never have seen this coming like it was preposterous that he had pushed you to the point where you swung at him.

Tweeks eyes grow so wide you think they might pop out of his head "Ah! I can't take this!"

"What the fuck?" Cartman reaches his hand to touch the area where your knuckles had cracked against his face. "She actually fucking hit me," He looks around at the boys with wide shocked eyes until they land on you "You fucking bitch!"

"And I'll do it again you tiny dick licker." Your gaze is unwavering on Cartman though your wild thoughts are jumping around your head like they're freshly off Adderall.

"That's assault, I can sue you for that."

"Go ahead," you point to Kyle "His dad's a lawyer."

"Shit," Cartman mutters "A Jew lawyer."

"What does my dad have to do with this?"

"Everything," he says, a thought hits him "Kyle, I would kindly like you to ask your dad to represent me."

"No."

"Kyle, be cool," Cartman says.

"Shut up porky, don't tell him to be cool, he isn't a part of this."

"Hey! You’re a crackhead bitch with a drug addiction!" He speaks with so much haste that spit comes flying from his mouth like an alpaca.

"You're yelling? I can yell too!" The pair of you are being so loud that a handful of birds fly away from a tree overhead "You look like you snuck onto earth!" You weren't being attentive to the boy's reactions around you, your mind was stuck between bashing Cartman's teeth into a tree or running back to the parking lot and getting some Zyn off Marshall.

"Okay, that's it," Cartman says, he raises his fists and narrows his eyes "We're having it out right now."

"You just had it out," David is packing everything up, he looks beyond done with this as much as he liked watching Cartman get decked.

"Nuh-uh, she caught me off guard," Cartman shakes his head "Junkie is gonna rue this day, her white blood cells are gonna have to put in more work than on shoot-up Saturdays!"

"You're a lard ass piece of shit and that's why your dad died!"

Cylde sucked a sharp breath through his teeth and the group fell completely silent. The only sound was animals rustling around and the slight breeze cutting its way through the trees to shake their leaves. Even Kyle looked shocked, his eyebrows raised and green eyes wide.

"Okay, too far." Cartman drops his hands to his side.

"Yeah, man, you can't say that," Cylde says from behind Kyle.

You toss your hands up in exasperation, nothing left to say after you had bitched Cartman out and in doing so made it look like you're drifting off the rails. Sticking your middle finger out at Cartman, you turned around and began walking back down the trail, ignoring the flush of embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

You wanted desperately to act like that little spat hadn't made you feel like a spectacle that would catch through students' breaths the next day like folklore. Surely the event would be spun, twisted, and contorted into an exaggeration of the single punch that was thrown.

The boys walked behind you, keeping their distance. Though none of them were directly speaking to you, you were able to make a comment here and there. They weren't speaking about you but you could feel eyes digging down into you like they were prying your flesh open and examining your carcass for any more anomalies that they could tell their friends about later that night.

Over and over again, you looked down at your phone, staring at the time like doing so would make it move faster until your phone froze and died completely. Even when the screen was stuck pitch black, you pretended to scroll on it like you were busy.

Back in middle school, there were those kids whose faces would turn red with anger. They'd flip over desks and scream at the underpaid teachers until their throats itched like sandpaper rubbing on concrete; you remembered how everyone else regarded them after this. They kept their distance and didn't dare utter a word for fear they would be snapped like the teacher's red correction pen. You thought maybe this is how they felt, ashamed of their actions and holding back tears while they bite a quivering lip, facing the tears of humiliation from their brief moments of violence.

It didn't feel too bad but it didn't feel too good either.

Sure you tended to be more on the hot-heated side of things but you couldn't remember the last time you actually hit someone. It didn't matter that it was Cartman, it still made you want to jump into the shower and scrub your skin until it became irritated.

A growl rips through your stomach, loud enough for you to hear but not so much that the boys notice. It felt like your body was breaking up with you. Ripples of pain slice through your stomach and nausea crawls its way up to your throat.

You glance back to the boys behind you who chat amongst themselves, seemingly they've lost interest in you. You had no desire to heave your entire body weight out in front of them so you take a B-line and slip off the trail.

"Hey," Cylde calls after you, watching as you venture into the woods. "Guys she's leaving." He tells the others. You wanted to run back and punch him in the gut before jetting off to empty your guts onto the forest floor.

After the attention is drawn back to you, you pick up your pace "Fuck off, I'm sick," you call back to the group, now jogging to avoid what you had imagined to be more embarrassment than what you had already set for yourself. Surely you would never mentally recover after punching Cartman and then throwing up in front of five guys on a biology field trip. If you were going to spew, it would not be in front of him.

"Where are you going?" Kyle turns his body to watch you as you slink off deep into the forest, one hand covering your mouth while another clutches the fabric over your stomach. "Someone should go with her," he glances around the group for a voludnteer though everyone just looks at each other, waiting for someone to speak up.

You don't respond, you just race further in the thicket until you're out of sight entirely but your feet don't stop, they keep carrying you.

He looks back to the trail and then to where you were before your figure disappeared behind trees, his mind races with thoughts of Mr. Waterman talking about the buddy system. "Fuck," He mutters to himself before abandoning the well-worn trail and chasing after you.

"Jew, why are you going after her? she's probably going to her meth stash!" Cartman called after Kyle to no response. "Oh my god, she's going to kill him for drug money."

"Go *hic* away!" You yell between gags. Out of anyone in that group, you weren't sure if Kyle was the best or worst to see you like this. As he gains on you, you speed up, trying to get him off your trail.

"Can you stop?" He calls after you as you maneuver your way between thick tree stumps, gliding smoothly over the imperfection embedded in the dirt. Kyle didn't want to fathom what would happen if something happened to you in the forest and his mother found out he was supposed to stick to your side. "C'mon, don't be stupid."

Kyle seemed relentless in catching up to you. Everywhere he turned his head, it looked the exact same like someone had copied and pasted an abundance of trees all around him. He wasn't the biggest wilderness guy, he had been in scouts as a boy but the most he usually delved into nature was the occasional weekend camping trip with his family which was a novelty itself.

The queasiness continued to chew at your insides, growing more intense by the minute. Unable to hold back any longer, you doubled over, you fell to your knees, one hand supporting you on a tree so you don't fall over, retching violently as your body expelled its contents. "Uh, do you want me to hold your hair?

"Ew, fuck off!" Kyle watched helplessly, fighting the urge to vomit himself as his face contorted. You notice his presence behind you, glancing back to be sure, you yell out between gags "Turn around!" Before more warm and chunky spittle spills out of your mouth.

"Okay," He raises his hands in defence before swiftly turning around, internally cringing at the sound of your heaving. Just when he thinks it's over you start back up again. He hadn't entirely believed you when you said you were sick, he rationalized that you just wanted to get away from the group.

He did his best to ignore the sound, instead, he focused on the moss clinging onto bark or the tweet of birds hanging onto branches and singing songs to one another. The way you could hardly see the sky with how dense the trees were, just beams of sunlight slipping through. Kyle swivelled his head and that was the moment he had no idea where you were, surely not too far from the trail.

"I'm done," You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Kyle turns around and sees you on your knees, eyes drowsy and face devoid of its usual colour. You swish saliva around in your mouth before spitting on the ground and wobbling up to your feet like a colt. Digging around in your bag you pull out a warm half-drunk Powerade, you were out of the water and would rather throw up again than ask Kyle for some of his. Now your mouth tasted like acid reflux and green apple electrolytes.

"You're going the wrong way," He says bluntly.

"Uh, no," You point past him "We ran from there to here so we just go back, dumbass." Figuring Kyle had followed you for some chivalrous reason that his mother instilled in his brain, you didn't feel like pressing it. Still, you tried to keep communication with him to a minimum.

"You threw up on the far side of the tree, we need to go that way," He points behind you.

You had figured he was right, you were too busy trying to get away from him that you weren't being too attentive to where your tired feet were rushing you too "Sure."

"Sure?" He furrows his eyebrows "What do you mean sure?"

"I mean sure."

"Yeah, but you said it like you were doubting me."

"I'm not," You shrug, beginning to walk in the direction he gestured towards.

"You just did it again," He says "I'm right," Kyle insinuates "I know where we're supposed to be going."

"Okay, cool, fine, sure, yeah, you're right," You turn around and toss your hands up "Were you also rendered paralyzed or can you walk instead of staring at me like you're brain dead?"

He sticks up his bony middle finger but follows you nonetheless. The two of you keep your distance, being sure to stay a metre apart minimum while you hunt for a way out of the thicket. Your eyes drift to Kyle who is trying to get service on his phone, he intended to text Cylde that you two might take a while though he was met with four flat bars and a red 'not delivered' beneath each message he sent.

You didn't bother, your phone was long dead and cold in your backpack, what you were more worried about was finding something to keep you calm before this inevitably escalated. After your gym teacher caught a glimpse of your Marbolos and gotten you an in school suspension, you decided it was best to leave cigarettes in your car and the bottom of your closet. With each passing second. you were wishing that you kept an emergency cigarette or two tucked safely into a ziplock baggie at the bottom of your backpack. 

Gnarled branches reached skyward in a tangled embrace, blocking out the fading light of day as the sunlight was being swallowed up by grey clouds leaving everything to look dull. The undergrowth grew denser, forming a tangled maze of ferns, brambles, and fallen branches that blocked your path at every turn.

It had taken you seven minutes to come up with a consensus "We're lost,"

"No, we're not." He says, trudging forward "If we keep walking we'll find a trail or something, they're everywhere."

"It took two minutes till I got to the tree and I puked, we've been walking for ages."

"It hasn't even been ten minutes."

"Okay? You smell like pistachios and we're going the wrong way," You tell him, stopping abruptly under the shade of a tree. You say, taking another dreadful sip of the Powerade, trying not to wince at the penicillin taste that the stagnant drink left in your mouth.

"I don't smell like pistachios," He says blankly.

"How would you know?" You rest one hand on your hip, the other hanging at your side and clutching what was almost an empty bottle of electrolytes.

Kyle's expression morphs into a portrait of confusion, etched with furrowed brows and a perplexed frown, lips slightly ajar. His green eyes, usually clear and focused, now stared at you in disbelief, searching for some type of reasoning behind your question. "What do you mean 'How would I know'?" He asks "You think I've never eaten a fucking pistachio?"

You answer him with a shrug, face unreadable "I always thought they were too exotic for you."

"They're nuts." Kyle says "They don't have a smell."

"You know this because you've eaten nuts?"

"Yes." His voice is tinged with confusion.

"Then why would they make pistachio notes to put in perfume?"

"Because people are fucking idiots who just want to sell stuff."

"Do you eat a lot of nuts?"

"I guess?"

"I bet you do," you snigger.

Realization strikes Kyle and he runs a hand through his curly red locs to soothe his fast-growing frustration, "Wow, super mature joking about nuts."

"Don't talk about being mature when you just spent a minute of your life arguing with me about nuts." You point out "Do you maybe want to be mature and admit that we're lost?"

"We're not, we just need to go this way," Kyle turns and begins in a new direction completely. You glance around at the the long trunks, each looking the same as the next before you follow Kyle in tow.

The further you walked the heavier the sense of uncertainty began to hang over you. Your irrational thoughts began to creep up, maybe there was a knife-wielding maniac who would kill the pair of you for intruding in his forest.

You forge ahead, footsteps echoing softly against the forest floor as you navigate the labyrinth of twisting trails and hidden clearings. Kyle's eyes were narrowed, you could almost see the the gears turning in his head as he tried to retrace your steps or at least find a clearing out of the forest.

While he was hyper-focused on the task at hand, your mind was making up the worst possible scenarios, it forced you to bring a hand to your mouth and chew at your nails. When Kyle caught wind of this, he did a double-take, wrinkling his nose in distaste "When did you start biting your nails?"

"I'm not biting my nails, I'm sucking nicotine traces out of my fingertips," you answer before going back in, tenfold, almost mauling your hands, seeking the sweet release of dopamine that you had grown accustomed to.

"That's disgusting," Kyle turns his attention back ahead of him like he needs to stay alert "You do have an addiction, that's why Cartman gives you shit."

"You call it an addiction, I call it tradition, I rather smoke a cig than puff on a fucking light sabre handle," You thought of Marshall the night of the junior bonfire, how he had but three vapes in his mouth at one. Everyone was hyping him up but you couldn't shake the idea that he looked like he was blowing the sonic screwdriver.

"Still an addiction," He answers. The two of you fall silent until you go back to gnawing at your nails, "Okay, stop."

"Sorry, I'm fucking nervous that we're stranded out in the woods horror movie style and there's probably perverts roaming in here and waiting for me," You say, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

"We're not Hanzel and Gretel, pretty sure we don't have to worry about getting kidnapped on a biology trip."

"Yeah well, you wouldn't have to worry about getting kidnapped, look at the state of you." Your eyes rake up and down his body, a slight scowl on your face as you do so, feigning disgust at his appearance.

A flush creeps its way up Kyle's face he quickly averts his gaze so you can't see the red of his cheeks "Not sure if you realize but you're not hot shit yourself."

"Yeah, okay," You mutter, dodging the fact that every talking stage you've had for the past year has failed immensely. To your credit it wasn't because you were a repulsive person, it was because nothing felt right with any of them and you knew it was best to quit while you were ahead. It was like eating something sweet when you've been craving something spicy.

The forest seemed to conspire against you, its dense foliage and winding paths leading you deeper into the heart of the forest or just chasing you unknowingly in circles.

In the eery stillness of the woods, you suddenly became hyper-aware of all of Kyle's actions, his breathing, footsteps, and sighs, like you could sense the frustration growing in him the further you walked and got nowhere.

"Okay, we're lost." He finally admits, his voice exasperated.

You disregard what he said "Why did you run after me?" You look at him, asking the question that had been nagging at you like a child prodding for candy "Like, that's super weird."

"Not really, it's the buddy system." He shrugs you off, going back to the initial topic "We need to focus on getting out of here."

"Buddy system?" You raise an eyebrow "That's the gayest shit I've ever witnessed."

"You were at the women's national rugby championship."

Knowing that he had got you in a corner you opt to change the topic once again "How are we supposed to focus on getting out of here?" You ask "It's not like a high-security vault, it's a forest, all we can do is walk unless you can call for the cavalry."

"I don't have service," He answers.

"Don't you have an SOS network for emergencies?"

"This is not an emergency," He tucks his phone back into his pocket, it was running low on battery as Kenny had borrowed his portable charger and never returned it "I'm not calling 911 unless one of us is dying or we're still out here by night."

"Then I guess we're walking or alternatively we can scream until someone finds us."

"Don't do that-

"Help!" You cup your hands around your mouth, shouting to no one in particular "Kyle's going insane, he's trying to kill me!"

"Oh my god," He pinches his nose bridge "Shut the hell up."

"If you have such an issue with me why don't you flap your big ass dumbo ears and fly away?"

"Fuck you," He retorts. There was the signature bite of his cheek, the telltale sign that you were beginning to creep under his skin.

"Fuck you," You counter, mimicking him before trudging ahead.

"You have some goddamn issues," He mutters under his breath, not caring whether you could hear him or not.

"Yeah, I do have a lot of issues like why are there always crumbs in my bed when I never eat in it?" Absentmindedly, you had raised your voice without even realizing you were doing so. It was a natural progression between you and Kyle, it was the next piece of the formula that always ended in a massive shit show.

Kyle tries to ignore this completely, shutting his mouth and clenching his fist so tightly that he is near breaking the soft skin of his palm. "Why does every conversation end with you screaming?"

"Because you're a fucking asshole." You shoot back, taking hasty steps to side away from him to further yourself even more. As childish as it was, you couldn't be mature around Kyle or in general. You surely annoyed yourself as much as you annoyed others.

"No, not just me, you scream at everyone," He says "Why did you have to lose it at Cartman?"

"No shot you're defending Cartman, did hear the shit he was saying?"

"Yeah, he's a dick but did you need to hit him?"

"He needs to learn somehow," You shrug. "I don't know why you're acting so high and mighty, you hit him."

"Yeah, in ninth grade."

"You're a dick."

"And you're an idiot who ate fish from a gas station and gave herself food poisoning, I heard you bitching to Wendy about it the entire bus ride," Kyle's brow furrowing deeply as a simmering frustration bubbled to the surface. His normally composed demeanour cracked, revealing the raw edges of his discontent that pulsed beneath the surface like molten lava.

"Okay well it looked good and I was hungry don't act like you didn't eat the stray burrito from 7/11 on that road trip in ninth grade, you threw up out the window of my dad's car and it was all down the side and really fucking gross and we had to pull over and clean the car with wet wipes and your clothes were in you parents car with our brothers so you had to wear my Greta Thunberg tee shirt until we got to Montana."

"That wasn't from the burrito, it was because we ran out of Gravol and you know I get car sick."

"Yeah and you know that I get hungry, who cares?" Your voice goes up an octave "Why are you acting like you had a gun to your head and you were forced to track me down?"

His jaw clenched tightly, the muscles working overtime to suppress the torrent of words poised on the tip of his tongue. Everything he wanted to say he swallowed back, never to leave his mouth. Kyle gritted his teeth in a silent display of defiance, you took this as a sign that the argument was coming to a close. "You're so annoying and you wonder why you're lonely."

"I'm not lonely," Your posture was rigid and tense, your voice lingering with desperation. You rather just tie the noose for yourself than admit that you care what he thinks about you.

"Okay." He says, short.

"I'm not," You insinuate trying to plead your hopeless case "There's a difference between being alone and being lonely, I'm happy being alone."

"You're definitely not happy."

"How?" You ask "How would you know that? We talk once a blue moon."

"You never go out, you smoke all the time, you ignore your friends, you hardly talk to your family, you hate every show you watch, you don't even like eating anymore because smoking is ruining your tastebuds-

"At least I have more friends than fingers on one fucking hand."

"At least my friends like me." His lips twitched with agitation.

"My friends like me," You counter his statement. Maybe you should have moved to Los Angeles, the city of liars and frauds, surely you would get along great with coked-up directors who thrive in delusion and believe everything they say is more profound than anything Socrates has ever written.

"From what Bebe was saying, it doesn't sound like it."

"Yeah? Well, Bebe's a fucking cunt," You missed her more than anything but she seemed absolutely fine without you. You kept coming across videos that you wanted to send her or funny things you wanted to tell her until reality popped back up and reminded you that she didn't like you anymore.

"You can't just call people who don't like you cunts,"

"Just did, cunt." You snark "Why do you have a fucking file on me?"

"Weston tells me, I guess you're the family bummer now," He shrugs.

"How?" You have an ajar smile on your face, and wide eyes, trying not to show that something inside of you had, bent, cracked, and then broken entirely "I'm only seventeen." You found it hard to believe that you were the blue in your family tree while you had at least three alcoholic uncles, one of them living off welfare.

"When's the last time you've sat down to eat dinner with the family?"

"What?"

"Your brother told me you always skip dinner with them to eat by yourself," Kyle says. You weren't aware that Weston had been reporting your shortcomings to the ginger

"That's not really your business."

"Kinda is." He moves a tree branch out of the way of his lanky frame "Your parents are worried, they think you're on drugs."

Apparently, he knew more about your family than you did, not that this had particularly surprised you, it just made you feel guilty like an outsider looking in. Though guilt was no purifier, it didn't make your lack of self any less unsettling.

"Okay, I get it, I know I'm shitty but you're no prize either," You say, abruptly. "Let's discuss the global political and economic situation." You mock him, speaking in a deeper voice to mimic the ginger "And the fucking cyber security issues, you're a buzzkill man, no matter where you are or who you're with."

"Those are actually important things," The vein in his forehead was prominent, almost cartoonishly protruding "You have eighty viruses on your laptop from pirating Sims 4 mods. Data brokers are stealing your information, you know that, right?"

"I don't give a shit if they steal my data, there's nothing worthwhile there, it's just pictures of pigeons," You cross your arms as you walk "See, just now, how you shat on me for playing the Sims?"

A deep sigh escaped his lips, a sigh tinged with exasperation as he struggled to compose himself in the face of mounting aggravation. "I'm not shitting on you for playing the Sims, I'm pointing out how you're committing a crime, downloading something without paying for it is a crime, you're a criminal."

"Boo, you're a buzzkill."

"Better than being in denial," He answers. "There's no way that you're a seventeen-year-old chain smoker and you're genuinely happy," Kyle had brought the conversation full circle, pulling back to you.

"Have you walked around this fucking town? There's no one here who's happy either." Whatever you were feeling, it felt shitty like every inch of your bones were covered with dirt and mildew that could never be cleaned.

Your statement had truth beneath it, everyone in South Park carried themselves with a bit of sadness as if they had grown past the stages of ignorance. Though you were unhappy, you were far from the only one and nothing if not desolate.

"Thanks for being a douche, this has been a lot of fun but could you kindly get off my dick now?" You say, jaw tensing as you ignore the aching behind your eyelids.

"I'm not on your-" Kyle's speaking abruptly ceased, his face contorting in discomfort as he clutched his stomach and stopped in his tracks. You stopped as well, watching his face that moments ago was full of irritation morphing into something like fear.

"Uh, you okay?" Your voice was dripping with concern, observing him as he took laboured breaths, a sense of unease washed over you. Your heart raced with alarm as you recognized the telltale signs of a hypoglycemic episode, mind racing through the steps you had been taught to help Kyle in situations like these.

Kyle's response was barely a whisper, his words slurred and disjointed as he struggled to articulate his thoughts. His complexion was pale, a stark contrast to the tan he had been developing with summer oncoming, as he swayed unsteadily on his feet. He leaned against a tree trying to secure his footing before he dazily dropped to the ground, his back depending on the tree to keep him sitting up.

Instinctively, you looked around for someone to help, of course, you were left in an unnerving silence. "It's okay, we're cool, you're fine," You mutter, more comfort to yourself as you shed your backpack and move to kneel next to Kyle.

Moving with haste you yank his bag off, harsher than preferred. "Don't die, asshole," You urged softly, your voice shaking in the slightest. You reached into his bag, retrieved a small pouch containing glucose tablets, and quickly administered them to Kyle, urging him to chew slowly and swallow.

As the glucose tablets took effect, you could've sworn Kyle's colour began to return, the pallor fading from his cheeks as his blood sugar levels stabilized. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as the immediate threat passed.

Just as you began to breathe a sigh of relief, Kyle's eyes fluttered closed, his body going limp in your arms as he slumped against you. Panic surged through your veins like a tidal wave as you realized that he had lost consciousness. The brief moment of ease was axed in the head and replaced with an even more dire situation.

You snatch his canvas backpack once again, rummaging around for it, after four seconds of not finding what you need you dump the contents onto the ground. Your fingers fumbled with nervous energy as you retrieved an emergency glucagon injection, praying that it would be enough to bring Kyle back from the brink.

In your seventeen years of enmity, you had seen Kyle go through a good bit of complications due to his diabetes though there had always been one of your parents around to help and on a once-off occasion during a middle school assembly, Stan was on the case. You had never had his life in your hands, you made the decision between his life and comatose.

Your mom and dad had sat you down on several occasions to teach you explicitly what to do, you hadn't quite realized the significance until his unconscious body was flaccid over your lap. The hatred you had for him was momentarily pushed aside until he was okay enough to yell at you again.

With trembling hands, you lifted his shirt to expose the raw flesh of his abs. Taking a steadying breath you administered the injection, plunging the needle into Kyle's stomach. You watched with bated breath as the medication took effect, you knew it wouldn't be instant though part of you expected him to shoot back up the second the needle stuck into his skin.

No idea what you are supposed to do next you reach deep into the pocket of his jeans and pull out his phone. The screen was black and unmoving, just as yours was. You toss the phone to your side, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes to press back the overwhelming feeling that fought to spill.

Taking a deep breath and wiping away any remnants of stress that were thrashing to consume you entirely, you move two fingers beneath his jawline to check for a pulse. You had been thinking back to your first aid class from tenth grade PE, what your grouchy teacher had tried to ingrain in your head.

His chest held an unsteady rise and fall and for split seconds between rational thoughts snuck in the idea that this might be it for him. Gingerly, you turn him onto his side, propping his right knee forward so he won't roll onto his stomach.

With care, you had resituated him into the recovery position that Mrs. Jackson had drilled into memory the year prior. You pushed yourself off the ground, pacing back and forth, hands tucked into your armpits, hugging yourself.

You flinched at the slightest sound, eyes quickly shifting to the source just for it to be a bird or the rustle of branches. "Kyle, if you die, that's going to fuck up both of our families for a really long time and I'll probably have to go to therapy which is so boring," You speak to his unconscious body like he's going to respond.

"You're seriously such a fucking loser if you die right now, so not cool," Part of you wanted to sprint away for help but you knew you likely wouldn't find a way out before Kyle regained consciousness and you didn't want to risk losing him entirely.

Your voice was shaking, your lip trembling and each breath coming out wobbly like you were about to faint yourself. That uneasy feeling had settled in your stomach for the second time that day "Dude, you might be ruining my life right now."

Of course, he was unresponsive and the only thing offering you any form of solace was the sound of his breathing, ever so faintly heard through the whispering between trees. With each passing second that he didn't wake up you grew more nervous, leaning on a tree, eyes narrowing in on his limp body for any movement.

If he did survive, he desperately needed to update his glucose monitor. You didn't like him, but that didn't mean you wanted him to die, you just never wanted to hear from him again. You bit your lip until you tasted blood, a desperate attempt to stifle the scream building in your throat, trapped behind a dam of unspoken words and unshed tears. You refused to cry over Kyle, especially when he was alive and breathing. "I think I hate you," You mutter so quietly that it almost gets blown away by the wind.

Kyle stirred, gagging with his mouth closed, eyelids still heavy. "Oh my fucking god," You drop your hands to your side in relief and bound towards him, crouching down to his level. His eyelids fluttered open, still, Kyle's body convulsed with gags as his hands clamoured for the trunk of the tree and your bicep harshly to pull him back up.

Eventually, with choked and shallow breath Kyle lurched forward and wretched, partially onto the ground, partially onto you. Bits of the greenish bile splash onto your clothing. Quickly you scrambled away, fighting the urge to upheave again as you look at the contents spilled onto your clothes.

Instead of coughing up your guts, you scrunch up your nose and hand him the black water bottle that had been dumped onto the ground with the rest of his belongings. At least the two of you were even now.

Repose washed over you when his sharp shallow breaths turned deep and steady. He rinsed his mouth out with water, eyes studying you where you were backing to sifting through his pile of belongings, while his chest rose and fell with every breath of air. His hands were trembling to the point that water almost splashed from the mouth of his bottle with how much he was rocking it.

There hadn't been much vomit on you though you still avoided breathing in through your nose to avoid the putrid smell. Wordlessly you move to grab his hand which he quickly retracts "What are you doing?"

"What do you think? You fucking idiot," You say, lancet pen in hand with a fresh needle inserted to prick his finger "You just threw up on me so don't be a bitch and give me your hand."

With a slight flush to his face, he held his hand out which you took. His fingers were cold to the touch, you took his ring finger and rubbed it between your thumb and index to warm it up and get some blood flow going. The both of you didn't look at one another, just where the skin of your hands connected as you massaged his finger with a hyper-focus.

When the skin of his ring finger was no longer cold against yours you quickly swabbed it down with a rubbing alcohol towelette that had been tucked into the emergency kit Sheila had sewn for Kyle, the fabric had strawberries with smiley faces on it.

Your eyes shifted for a brief moment to the silver medical emergency bracelet on his wrist that you gripped to steady his hand before you stuck the needle of the lancet into his finger. He flinched just the slightest. Kyle was used to using the glucometer on himself, he stopped having his mother do it completely when he reached sixth grade, there were a few times when Kenny and Stan did it out of pure curiosity but at this moment he had been shaking too much and didn't have much to stable himself on aside from trees and the grubby forest floor.

After applying gentle pressure you removed the lancer, inserted a new test strip into the glucometer and held it to the dribble of blood pooled on the pad of his finger like cherry juice. Watching the crimson soak into the test strip, you place it in his hand and rise to your feet.

Instead of watching his blood sugar level on the glucometer, Kyle was watching you riffle through your backpack and pull out what looked to be a change of clothes. He couldn't think of a time where you had ever been that gentle with him, even if you called him a bitch.

You glance back at him, gaze hardening when you see him staring directly at you. "Turn around, gay-ass, I need to change into my gym strip."

Without saying anything, Kyle awkwardly shifts the body to face the other direction. He keeps his gaze focused downwards on the glucometer watching it settle at the number 81. He was in the clear for now.

"Hey, so-uh, are you okay enough to earth it?" You ask as you peel your layers of clothing off, compulsively gagging at the sour smell, you can't help it. 

"Earth it?" He furrows his eyebrows, still staring at his blood sugar level like he is analyzing it "What the hell does that mean?"

"I dunno," you say, continuing to strip down until you're left in nothing but undergarments, trying not to shudder with each gust of wind. "Just earth it, like Coyote Peterson, y'know? Be a man and rub some dirt in it."

"Are trying to ask me if I can walk?" Absent-mindedly his free hand reached for the sore spot in his abdomen where he assumed you had put the empty injection needle that now landed discarded next to its container.

"Yeah."

"Then just ask that."

"Woah what's with all this attitude after I saved your life," You shimmy into a pair of biker shorts that were intended for the soccer practice you had to miss that day.

Begrudgingly Kyle said, "Thank you." Though it was so quiet he wasn't even sure you would hear it. His head was pounding, it felt like someone was inside of his skull and beating it with a sledgehammer. “And, yeah, I can walk, just give me a minute.”

You were a little taken aback that he actually thanked you. You were just being a dick when you brought up rescuing him from comatose, in your head this was just something that the two of you would never bring up again. Without knowing what to say, you pretend that you didn't hear him and instead reach for a clean shirt.

"What are you doing?!" A voice cut through the growing silence. Immediately both you and Kyle look to see Mr. Waterman standing with Wendy. Mr. Waterman had turned around and covered his eyes the moment he saw you shirtless while Wendy's gaze shot between you and Kyle wildly. "Put some clothes on right now!" 

At the very least it was nice to know someone had been looking for you.

[anki-of-beleriand]

Enhanced senses

Summary: While on a mission you heard a conversation that make you think about your relationship with Wanda.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!reader

Warnings: smut, drama, happy ending, some dirty talk and brief mentions of sexual abuse (but mentinoned only), insecurities, fluff. So much fluff. Selective mutism Reader. Past trauma.

Author's note: Hey there, just another brief one-shot along the lines of my first story Without words  and When there are no words I hope you guys like it. I found this world fun to write and I really hope you guys enjoyed it.

Please do remember English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Enhanced senses

If there was someone who always knew what was going on in the Avengers Compound or even in SHIELD that would be you.

Of that Wanda was completely sure.

It was as if the fact you spoke nothing at all, and that you seemed to just wander around silently helped by your own powers allowed you to be the ears and the eyes of the Team. Fury specially was torn between hating this ability and loving it, the rest of the team was just looking for the potential behind this information gathering from you while Wanda and Natasha found it amusing.

You didn’t do it because you wanted to, if anything, you were doing it by accident.

Which it was funnier.

You discovered whenever you know a funny fact, Wanda would lit up with mirth and whispered at you just how amusing it was. Sometimes, you found some secrets meant to be kept and, in those moments, you felt bad, it really wasn’t your intention to find out those details and yet you did. So you never revealed them and pretend as if nothing had happened, people deserved intimacy and that was why you were learning to be careful and to leave whenever the time was right. 

Sometimes, of course, when you were on a mission you were made to stay and hear the secrets. That was your goal and the role you held during recon and surveillance.

And this brought you to the point you were right in.

Standing in the shadows with the earpiece in your ear and the keyboard on your wrist that Tony had facilitated to you so you didn’t have to use your voice, you listened to the conversation happening between two HYDRA agents. You were supposed to gather some intel before you could infiltrate the facility, but what they were talking about was so much important that whatever chemical or bioweapon HYDRA was building in the facility.

“Dude, I’m serious! This chick was like an animal, she was this hungry creature we fucked all night long!”

You scowled at the words, pursing your lips. The other guy laughed and the one talking made a few moaning sounds.

“She was complaining all the time, you know? How her husband was never home, he never touched her again. How long has it been since she felt dick inside her.” Here you noticed the change of tone in the man speaking, he was feeling smug about the whole situation. “She even told me her cunt must felt like a virgin’s one since it had been two years since they have sex.”

You squirmed uncomfortably, though there was something in the contents of the conversation that was raising flags inside your head. It was something you had considered before but that you had never forced or even dare to explore more than a couple of times, Wanda had never said anything and then all of a sudden you wondered why you never spoke about it.

“Well, two years without sex? I would fuck whatever comes across my path.” The other man laughed while the one that had been speaking hit him playfully before laughing as well.

“I know, right? I mean, this dude really thought that gifts and love would keep her from looking what she was really missing.”

“You know? Perhaps the guy didn’t even know how to do it? You know small dick, poor performance…”

You didn’t hear much afterwards; you had already sent the message the Team was waiting for and a couple of minutes later you heard the explosions. The two men talking comfortably in the outlook post never had the opportunity to react as a shadow engulfed them and were left unconscious.

Night was already falling in the compound by the time you returned from the mission.

In all this time, you had dedicated your time to observe the world right outside the window, a define frown upon your face while you played the conversation you overheard over and over inside your head. Everyone was kind of loud inside the Quinjet, the laughter and the conversation threatened to be overwhelming for you as you tried to organize your thoughts.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality, Natasha sat beside you smiling softly while wincing when Thor let out a booming laughter.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Natasha asked leaning in to brush some stray locks of hair out of your face.

You pursed your lips shrugging, your eyes flickering back to the window. In reality you weren’t sure if this was something you could discuss with Natasha, you felt as if probably she would laugh at you or finding it ridiculous. When her hand closed around yours, and she offered that motherly smile she reserved only for you, your heart swelled with affection knowing if there was someone you could trust with this was her.

“I still think you did amazing,” Natasha commented referring to the mission. “The guys just wanted to make everything difficult by bursting into the facilities and making everything explode.”

You chuckled rolling your eyes.

Yes, they were always up to create some mayhem when bringing justice, which was the reason why Thor and Pietro usually pouted whenever you get there first knocking out everyone with your powers. It had become a matter of honor between you, Pietro and Thor, who would get there first and submit their opponents first. Sometimes you enjoyed the competition too much, and Thor would celebrate your actions even though he always claimed he could have done it all on his own. When Natasha saw how your eyes gleamed amusedly, and your position relaxed some she knew this was not what was bothering you.

There was something else, and the young woman decided to try with something else.

“Wanda called.”

There it was.

You tensed completely and this time around your eyes were fixated on the window. You shifted on the seat pursing your lips together.

“She said she and Vision would have dinner ready and was really excited you to have you back.” Natasha continued leaning against the window, her eyes drifted to the rest of the team that were still as loud as always. “Did you guys have a fight or something?”

You lowered your gaze shaking your head, then your eyes sought those of Natasha and the question was there. Your lip quivered ready to say something when Thor came right int placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Ah, but let’s not forget that today was a tie!”

“There was no tie! Come on Thor, you lost to me and Y/N!” Pietro retorted crossing his arm bumping against you with a playful smile, the other Avenger blinked shaking his head. Steve sighed giving up, while Sam saw this as an opportunity to see how far their childish antics would go.

Your change was almost immediate, Natasha furrowed her brows watching you stand up with arms crossed and eyes gleaming playfully while shaking your head. Even as you joined in with the rest of the guys, Natasha could tell by your posture and the tension around your eyes there was something else bothering you. The Black Widow observed as you tried to mingle in with the rest of the boys, always silent and gesturing, it was a miracle most of the time they understood what you meant without you uttering a single word.

It had been more than two years since you joined the team and for Natasha had been a relief to see how easy was for you to be a part of the team. You were quiet, yes. But it didn’t mean you couldn’t be funny, or playful, sometimes your actions were those of a mischievous child while some others you were like this ancient individual ready to listen to others and provide words of comfort.

Everyone had been a participant of such moments.

And everyone had come to love you for it.

Natasha chuckled when you poked Thor on his nose, your hands lifting up to show ten fingers wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“That’s not true!! Take that back!” Thor leaned in while you shook your head snorting.

Another discussion erupted, Steve trying to calm everyone up while Sam and Tony seemed ready to put more wood into the fire.

It was just like any other mission.

And yet, Natasha observed your eyes flickered with concern and something else she couldn’t decipher. The former spy made a note to get you alone and see if there was something she could do to help, her mind already drifting back to Wanda and perhaps get the young woman help her out in this.

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Whenever you were in her arms, it was as if the whole world stopped around you.

Your whole body relaxed, your arms sneaking around her hips putting her closer to you. You could hear her intake of breath; you could smell her perfume and the shampoo of peaches she loved so much.

“Welcome home, detka.” She whispered in your ear before placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Ugh, God, get a room!” Sam teased walking past the both of you, you flickered your hand chuckling when the man almost fell to the ground your shadows tripping the man over. “Hey! It was a joke!”

You rolled your eyes turning back to Wanda noticing for the very first time her flustered expression, the dilated eyes and her coy smile adorning her lips. You leaned in wondering if perhaps you had missed something in regards to your relationship with her.

The conversation between the two HYDRA guards came back at you, and you had to wonder if perhaps this was something Wanda wanted it. Maybe you had missed the signs? You had never thought about it, and now…you didn’t want to lose her.

Wanda winced leaning in placing a kiss on your cheek, “you’re thinking too loud, detka. Is something the matter?”

You pursed your lips shaking your head, your hand finding hers before you flashed the most brilliant smile you could form. Wanda heisted for a moment, before taking your hand and following you inside the compound.

The dinner soon turned into a late gathering with all of them talking and joking around, the games had been brough in and music was sounding right in the living room. You sat in a corner far from the main gathering, smiling at Wanda whenever she would lift her eyes to you.

“So, what is it?” Natasha sat beside you offering a beer, you took the bottle pursing your lips shrugging slightly.

Natasha took a long sip from her beer nodding, “it’s gonna be like this then, you’re gonna worry yourself until you can’t take it anymore and then go around all grumpy and irritable?”

“I’m not a child.” You retorted with indignation; Natasha smirked lifting her eyebrow at you.

“You behave like one sometimes.” Natasha observed how you grabbed the bottle drinking some while your eyes focused on Wanda. “If you two didn’t have a fight then, what is it? You know you can trust me…”

“I want to have sex with Wanda.” You blurted out, your voice rough and uncertain.

Natasha opened her eyes at the revelation, she could not look away from you and the bottle on her hand almost feel to the ground. You rolled your eyes looking away from her, soon the rest of the room disappeared, and you could think only of how stupid you were.

“What?” Natasha finally asked in a rush whisper, she leaned in placing her hand on your knee, so you looked back at her. “You and Wanda have never…”

You scowled shifting uncomfortably, the sharp shaking of your head was all Natasha needed for an answer. You looked down, your heart hammering against your chest while your cheeks turned an uncomfortable shade of red. You were about to stand up but the hand on your knee clenched tightly until you found yourself looking into Natasha’s eyes.

“I’m not judging you, Y/N. I am surprised, but I don’t think less of you for this.”

Sometimes you hated how well Natasha could read you, some others you were just grateful there was someone who could do so. Someone other than Wanda, of course.  The drop of your shoulders, with the tilt of your head told Natasha you were still unsure if the conversation should continue. But in all honesty, this was a complete shock to Natasha.

You and Wanda had been dating for more than a year, the both of you spent most of the time together and you even sleep in the same room from time to time. There were days in which really, there was an atmosphere of sexual satisfaction in both of you that everyone thought it was almost logical that the both of you had been...sleeping together.

The conversation at the other end of the room soon became too loud, you turned to see Wanda glancing back at you with a concern gleam in her emerald eyes. Pietro by her side glancing at you with the same concern look, you softened slightly winking at your girlfriend, your lips turning into a reassuring smile she returned shyly.

“You never….really?” Natasha lifted her hands emptied the bottle in her hand, your glare more than enough to tell her she shouldn’t make the wrong comment, or you wouldn’t speak at all. “Now, I just…well, we assume…”

You shook your head shrugging, Natasha leaned back pursing her lips while glancing back at the group. For a moment a tensed silence formed between the both of you, you were already regretting your decision of telling her this, perhaps you were an idiot and you should have resolve this on your own. Then a hand placed itself on your knee once again and you found yourself looking into Natasha’s eyes.

“Okay, you two haven’t been together in that way, but you want to, right?” You nodded hesitantly; Natasha softened slightly. “And you know how it is done, I know about…”

At that moment everything clicked inside Natasha’s mind. You could see as her mind worked around the reasons behind your lack of interest or even your attempts to explore a physical relationship with Wanda. You clenched your jaw nodding curtly, your eyes hardening and the shadows lurking behind you shifted slightly.

“Y/N, look at me.” Natasha offered a tense smile, though her eye never lost the tenderness in them. “You are unsure if this is going to be like one of those missions, that perhaps this won’t be or even mean what it should…that you are far too damage to make this special.”

You huffed dropping your shoulders while looking away, “she deserves something special.”

Your mumbled words dripped with affection, and Natasha could see how this was affecting you at the moment. Whatever had happened during the mission, it made you think about this under a different light. You pursed your lips then turned to Natasha, ready to reveal what was really bothering you.

“I heard them say that when you don’t have sex, you leave.”

There it was, Natasha snorted at this revelation rolling her eyes.

“No, Y/N, when you have sex out of love and attraction, it is just a bonus to the relationship.” Natasha made sure you didn’t look away from her as she continued. “Your relationship with Wanda should not be based on that, the fact that you two have been together for a year and a half without so much of a kiss should tell you that what you have is more than a physical attraction.”

You shrugged again, unsure as to what exactly that could mean. Your eyes lifted again and this time around Wanda was engaged in a childish discussion with Pietro who was laughing while pointing at the UNO cards.

“But I want to make her feel special. And I want us to…” You couldn’t finish the sentence, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

It was in moments like this Natasha melted at the sight of you. Sometimes you were just a child made to grow too fast and faced a world you barely understood, carrying upon your shoulders the weight of powers you barely understood and the life of a spy that brought emotional damage you were trying to heal. And yet, you were still capable of innocence, of giving your all to everyone around you and show them how much you could love, and how much you could do for them.

“Y/N, do you want to have sex with Wanda? Or do you want to give sex to her so she won’t leave you?” Before you opened your mouth to respond Natasha lifted her hand shaking her head. “No, think about it, the answer to these questions should be enough for you to make a decision, whatever it is, whatever you do…I know it would be special and Wanda would love you regardless of it.”

******

That night you thought about it.

Wanda came at you smiling sweetly, her lips upon yours as she arranged her position on the bed, her head on your shoulder and your legs intertwined. You put her closer, listening to her narrating her weekend. It had always been this way, but this time around you were noticing other things. How her body felt against yours, how warm she usually was, how soft was her skin…

You smiled when she told you about the disaster in the kitchen, or how Vision taught her to hack into the secure system to download movies in the TV. You relationship with her had never been defined by the physical contact, and though the both of you had gotten into some sexy games it never went beyond that. Wanda never said anything and you just assumed it was okay.

Perhaps, it was time?

The small figured beside you stirred, her nose nuzzling against your pulse point while she placed a sweet kiss on your jaw.

“What is it, love? You have been so restless since the mission.” Wanda lifted herself on her elbow, her eyes filled with sleep though you could see how worried she really was. “Wanna talk about it?”

You sighed shaking your head, your hand lifting up to caress her face, cupping her check in your arm you leaned in kissing her slowly. The hand you had on her waist rubbing circles on her lower back, putting her closer while your lips and tongue played a lazy game of dominance you won in the end. The whimper that left her lips sent a shiver down your back.

When the both of you parted away, you could see the lust gleaming in her eyes. She was breathing hard, flustered while looking at you with curiosity, up until that point you had ignored such reactions because it was not important. A pang of guiltiness went right through you, how selfish you had been with the situation; you might think it wasn’t important, your idea must be distorted but…what about Wanda?

“Detka?” Wanda asked placing a hand on your cheek.

You kissed her again, this time around just a quick peck on the lips.

“I have a surprised for you, tomorrow.” You said simply, your voice filled with affection as you said this.

Wanda opened her eyes big, they were gleaming with happiness and her heart speed up at your words. It must be something special for you to say it out loud; she giggled hiding her face on the crook of your neck.

“You do? What is it?” You snorted shaking your head, and Wanda could do nothing but giggled like a high school girl. “Right, if you tell me if wouldn’t be a surprised, right?”

You nodded matching the smile on her face, she rolled her eyes affectionately at you.

“That was what have you so worried?” She asked and you just shrugged, sometimes you could not say what you wanted or what you really meant. It was better to show her everything.

Wanda nuzzled your neck again snuggling closer to you, her heart feeling lighter knowing everything was because you had a surprised for her. She knew it was still difficult for you to understand and assimilated that whatever you did for Wanda, she would always love it.

“Very well, I expected my surprised to be worth my concern for you all day. It cost me the UNO game against Pietro.”

You chuckled rolling your eyes, a void at the pit of your stomach.

Now, what would you do?

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Ever since you met him, he became your best friend.

Your partner in crime.

He was the brother you wished you had.

Sometimes, he was too much …some others he wasn’t.

Like, he was acting right at the moment. He was turning blue, still coughing while waving his hand away matching the glare you had on your face. You rolled your eyes patting him on the back, easing him down on the ground while he tried to recover his breathing abilities.

“Yo…you…” He rasped out clearing his throat, you passed him a bottle of water lifting an eyebrow at him. “Yo---you CAN’T!”

The last part was said with a scream, you jumped startled taking in a defensive position out of instinct. Pietro was torn between disbelief, mortification and protectiveness; his sore throat calming while he tried to drink more water clearing his throat shooting you a nasty glare for asking such a thing when he was in the middle of drinking water. He almost died.

“You…can’t. NO, absolutely NO.” He reiterated shaking his head, you were not impressed by his antics, your eyes narrowed while you lift the small whiteboard he had giving you for your birthday,

I’m not asking for your permission.

“Good, because you’re not having it!” Pietro exclaimed. “She is my little sister!”

You scrunched up your nose, writing something there rather fast.

You’re twins! You’re just older by 12 minutes!

“It doesn’t matter! I’m not about to let you, to…geez, really? What make you think this was a good idea?” As soon as those words left his mouth, Pietro regretted them.

He could see the changes in your face, how your whole body stiffened while your eyes flickered down and your whole expression dropped. You nodded curtly turning around when his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“No, wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean that…” You refused to look at him, trembling in anger and hurt because of his words. “Shit, I’m sorry, it’s just…I mean…she is my sister and you…well, I just thought…Look, sorry.”

You crossed your arms looking away, Pietro knew you came to him because she trusted you. Because you were her friend and was hoping for a good advised as she always did whenever Wanda was involved. Pietro also knew this topic was a complete discovery to you, he had known for quite sometime the two of you hadn’t had any physical intercourse he had heard Wanda’s worries and your silent inquiries.

Still…Wanda was his siter, he just…

“Look, it’s just weird.” He finally said shrugging. “I know you’re not asking me to give you a class…”

You scoffed at his comment writing something down on the board, Pietro opened and closed his mouth several times.

I’m pretty sure I’m better than you in that area.

Pietro straightened up ready to retort until he noticed the glint of amusement in your eyes, he lifted his arms in the air shaking his head.

“You know what? I’m not going to fall on that discussion, I know the real answer so…” He rolled his eyes at your condescending smile. “Okay, so you really want to…you know? With Wanda?”

You nodded curtly, this time around you could sense the blush forming on your cheeks. Pietro let a hand brushed his hair before he sighed.

“Okay, I think…I’m not…I just…” Pietro tried to start several times, you just tapped the ground with your foot waiting impatiently. “Okay, okay…geez, eager much?”

You hit him on his arm, he yelped moving away from you.

“Y/N she really loves you, man she is so in love with you is amazing how happy you make her.” Pietro finally said placing his hands on your shoulders. “Whatever you do, I know she would love it because it’s you.”

You felt tears at the corner of your eyes, Pietro offered a comforting squeeze on your shoulders before continuing. “Now, what we can do…because I bet you don’t want anyone snooping around,” you nodded in agreement and Pietro put a hand on his chin. “Well, the Avenger’s tower had a complete section meant for each one of us. I know it’s still being build but…I think mine and Wanda’s is about to be finished, why don’t you take her there?”

You tilted your head nodding in approval, your eyes drifted back to the compound then back to Pietro.

“I talk to Tony, don’t worry.” You sighed in relief offering a smile, Pietro smiled back wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Now, for the date…”

Wanda has been talking non-stop about the concert of her favourite band, they have a very exclusive presentation today.

Pietro nodded in agreement, “yeah, yeah she gave me hell about that too. Mmm, well for that one, we’re Avengers pal, I think we can get in.”

No cheating or doing something illegal like last time?

Pietro looked offended by the insinuation, both of you shared the same mischievous smile.

“Me? Never!”

You chuckled wrapping your arms around him, Pietro softened wrapping his arms around you. The whole situation was absurd and while a part of him still thought that it was odd and just a tad bit embarrassing, he also knew he couldn’t trust his sister to anyone that wasn’t you.

“Y/N just…” Pietro stepped back looking you in the eye. “If you hurt my little sister, I’ll kill you. And please, no details. I really don’t need to know how you deflower her…”

You cringed hitting him on the arm again, Pietro chuckled staring at you.

“Sorry, what I mean is I know you make her happy, and that she makes you happy so let’s keep it that way.”

You nodded curtly nodding towards the compound, Pietro nodded as well and soon the both of you were getting ready for the date.

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Wanda Maximoff had learnt a long time ago that what you didn’t say with words, you most certainly did with actions.

She didn’t need a full declaration of love, or the retelling of your life and adventures for Wanda to get to know you by looking at you. Your body and your gestures were enough to tell her whenever you were mad or happy, or when you found yourself sad or contemplative. It had taken some time, even moments of denial before she finally gave in her feelings for you, but when she was finally there she realized not many got a chance to see you.

The real you.

Your contemplative nature allowed for you to be very observant, to always notice whenever there was someone in need of help or a shoulder to cry on. You were kind and highly sensitive, mischievous, and quite competitive and each of these aspects Wanda loved with all her heart. Then there were the traits not as positive as these ones, you were easy to anger and sometimes highly impatient, you were secretive and kept what you really felt deep inside your head until it was almost impossible to hold it back. You were stubborn and defiant, and sometimes just for the hell of it you were at rebel by heart.

Wanda never needed to hear you to know all of this.

The relationship the both of you shared was special like that, whenever you needed to share something special or meaningful you would open your mind to her. When Wanda felt as if the world was too much, you stood by her side wrapping your arms protectively around her drawing shows on a wall, telling her stories you had learnt thanks to your trips to Wakanda. When the both of you fought it was explosive and chaotic, everyone knew something bad had happened because you would pout and grunt all day long and Wanda would hex whoever tried to approach her without a real reason behind it.

This and more were what the both of you had built over time, and Wanda loved every single moment of it.

She fixed her hair and makeup in front of the mirror, her lips curling into a soft smile as her hand went to the pendant you had given to her for your first anniversary. Wanda knew that day was not special, it was just another day in the calendar but the way you had acted as of late she knew perhaps there was something else bothering you and this was your way to talk to her when you lack the words.

There was a knock on her door, Wanda straightened up giving herself one last glance before opening the door of her room. She stopped dead on her tracks, her breath caught in her throat when she took in your outfit.

Her mouth hang opened as you fit a pair of black jeans with come vans, the white shirt was bottom up all the way to your neck and on top of it you wore a leather jacket complementing the hair and the lack of makeup. Your lips curled into a smirk, and your eyes checking Wanda out with the same hunger.

You cleared your throat stretching your hand to her, “you look stunning, Little Witch.”

Your voice sent a shiver down Wanda’s back, her eyes darkened for a moment and the young witch knew just that night there was something different. Her hand grasped yours, the warm she brough to you always made your heart leap to your throat.

“You look beautiful, detka.” Wanda replied breathlessly. “Where are we going?”

You winked at her, making your way down the hall to the garage.

“Please, don’t tell me you stole the keys from Natasha.” Wanda giggled at your offend stare, the keys of the bike on your hand while you merely shook your head.

This time around Wanda was quite shocked, “she lend you the bike? Really?”

You rolled your eyes, your lips tugging up as you nodded pointing to your chest. Wanda leaned in pecking you on the lips.

“I know you’re very responsible, it’s just Natasha loves the bike as much as she loves you.” Then as an afterthought, “I would say she loves the bike even more.”

The indignation crossing your features was well worth the comment, Wanda chuckled kissing you softly.

“I’m kidding, detka, as of today you were upgraded to the first place, since she is letting you use her bike.” Wanda yelped in surprised when your arms wrapped around her waist putting her closer to you, the young woman stood in between your legs and she found herself unable to look away from your eyes.

Wanda shivered leaning in, her body tingling all over submitting slowly to your caresses. Your hand moved up to cup her cheeks, you stood up locking your lips with hers and the kiss ended up being different to the ones you had shared so far. It was lips only, a danced of sensations in which you lead Wanda deeper into the game with sensuous nibbles while your fingers tickled the skin of her cheeks, jaw and neck.

When the both of you parted, Wanda was blushing furiously her eyes completely darkened and her heart about ready to burst out of her chest.

“What was that for?” She asked in a whisper, you smiled at her. A real smile. The one you only gave to her.

“I love you.” You said simply, Wanda accepted this and soon the both of you were making your way to the centre of the city of New York.

Wanda noticed there was something different about this date by the time she was laughing in the midst of a club, your arms around her with people celebrating around the both of you. Even in the midst of such a party, with the noise and the music and the lights, it was as if no one else exited but you and her. Your eyes had been all night on her, even after you received many invitations from both male and females, and you had stolen more than a couple of glances your hand never left hers, and your eyes were looking at Wanda with adoration.

Wanda was not sure how you had gotten two VIP passes to the concert she was dying to go, but she didn’t care as long as she could enjoy the way she was doing at the moment.

“Oh, no, I’m beat I think I need to sit!” Wanda exclaimed above the music, you nodded looking around while pointing to the private longue at the back. “You’re kidding, right?”

You shrugged but of course Wanda knew you were not kidding, of course the private longue had been reserved for the both of you. It seemed as if the whole night had been planned for just the two of you, the rest of the world was just a guest in your own little world.

Once the both of you were inside the room the sound of the music got muffled by the protective barrier of the walls and the windows, there was food and drink available for the both of you as well as a comfortable sofa. Wanda couldn’t help but take you in her arms, her lips seeking out yours in a content gesture of how well she had spent her night so far.

You melted into the kiss, tasting her as if it was the very first time you did so. By the time you both sought out air, your arms wrapped comfortably on her hips and her arms were on the back of your neck.

“This was perfect, detka, thank you. How did you get all of this?” Wanda inquired never losing her smile.

“Tony, Pietro and Natasha.” You answered with affection in your voice, “I want tonight to be special for you.”

This surprised Wanda greatly, the young woman softened slightly knowing this must be really special even for you to go all the way to prepare things and to be so open and talkative about it.

“Every day I spend in your arms is special, Y/N.” Wanda said honestly. “And today you made it extra special, I love you.”

The goofy smile that appeared on your face told Wanda you would never get tired of hearing such things coming from her, it was such a new emotion that bubbled up on your chest and made you all girly and cute in her eyes. Wanda chuckled when you dipped your head shyly before speaking again.

“There is something else, but…” Here you trailed off, and Wanda knew not to press you to speak up. The fact you were talking at the moment told her whatever was happening was important enough. “We can get to that part whenever you want.”

Wanda tilted her head for a moment, her nose crunching up adorably with her eyes gleaming with the same happiness reflecting in yours.

“How about if we go now?” Wanda said after a moment of hesitation, “I think I’m beat and I wouldn’t say no to more of this surprised you have prepared for me.”

Wanda was highly surprised when all of a sudden you looked away with a blush adorning your cheeks, your eyes glancing coyly at you with a smile that denote a timidity she would never associate with you. Ever. Now, she was more curious than before as to what you had prepared for her.

*****

The Avengers Tower was a structure protected by pure Stark technology.

Friday alongside with some modifications made by Vision and Tony himself, worked in a way only few people in the world were capable of accessing the whole facility without being threatened with forced or criminal charges.  

For the moment the place was empty, but by the penthouse Tony used once in a while, and the upper floors meant to be the private flats for each and every single member of the Avengers.

Welcome, Agent Y/N, Ms. Maximoff.

“Hello Friday.” Wanda greeted the AI as soon as the both of you entered the lifts located it in the garage.

Wanda was still highly confused about the whole trip, she thought there was something different for her. Perhaps a visit to a beach, or a restaurant or an amusement park…in reality, Wanda thought about everything but the both of you coming all the way to the Avenger’s Tower.

It was quite evident, thought this was what you had planned and right now it had you fidgeting nervously in place while shooting Wanda nervous stares. The ride in the elevator was a slow one, Wanda had stopped trying to get out of you when it was quite evident you would not show or speak until the right moment.

The elevator stopped with a familiar ring, and the doors opened to present an amazing penthouse decorated with all your favourite colours. Wanda gasped entering the palace while admiring the expensive furniture and the professional decoration, the blue and black along with the white and soft tones of green contrasted beautifully with the interior. You were just as surprised as Wanda, your feet took you deeper into the living room, down to the dining room and then to the hall leading to four different doors.

You stepped back making your way to the kitchen where there was a single note waiting for you.

You owed me a big deal kid, there is champagne on the fridge and everything else was done according to your specifications. Enjoy!

Tony S.

You smiled at the note making your way to the fridge, the bottle was waiting right there for you and you decided to put it out along with some glasses. Wanda came to you still in awed with what she just saw.

“Tony really outdid himself with these apartments.” Wanda tilted her head watching in amusement as you open the bottle, serving the champagne with a smile. “Did you know he had finished your place already?”

You nodded presenting Wanda with one glass, the young woman took it furrowing her brows for a moment.

“Was this the second part of your surprised to me?” Wanda finally asked, you took a long sip from the champagne shaking your head.

With a deep breath you stepped closer to Wanda, the sudden air around the both of you changed and Wanda felt the tension radiating from you. Your hand grabbed the glass putting it on the kitchen counter before leaning in to kiss Wanda.

Just like everything that was happening that day, the kiss turned out to be completely different. It was an invitation, a tentative question you didn’t dare to voice just yet; Wanda felt her knees buckled under the pressure, your hand wrapping around her waist putting her closer to you, your leg placing itself in between her legs, your other hand placed possessively on the back of her neck helping you into deepening the kiss.

You smiled hearing the whimper that scaped Wanda’s lips when you broke the kiss leaning back, her eyes had darkened again trembling under your touch. Her cheeks flustered, and her lips swollen from the kissing.

“Y/N?” And her voice was trembling under the confusion and the arousal she felt at the moment, you leaned in pressing your forehead against hers. Your lips ghosting above hers, breathing in her perfume and the singular aroma that was her.

You opened your mouth, but not words came.

You stepped back in frustration; you want to make of this moment something memorable but you were unsure as to how to put it in words. Wanda furrowed her brows, following you her arms wrapped around you making you look back at her.

“Y/N, what is it?” She finally asked, and while it was evident there was arousal in there was concern and a question she wanted to ask but dare not to.

With a single breath, you grabbed her hand and placed it on top of your temple. Wanda opened her eyes shocked.

“Are you sure?” She asked in a whispered, you smiled at her giving her silent permission with a single gesture.

The moment her fingertips touched your temple, and the red wisps of magic danced around your head Wanda gasped loudly. You made sure whatever it was you need to tell her was there for her to see, your eyes gleamed black just as her gleamed red.

Wanda felt it first, the waves of lust and arousal coming from you. Your desire for her, your eagerness to touch her and make her reach ectasis while screaming your name; Wanda saw your hesitation, she found herself glancing at a very familiar scene in which you were taught the usefulness of sex during missions. How you were afraid to treat Wanda the way you had treated others in the past.

You wanted for this to be special.

You wanted Wanda to know that you had never touched anyone before her the way you wanted to touch her.

There was no need for sex, you knew this. And yet, you just wanted to give yourself to Wanda the way Wanda had given you so much in such little time.

You want to show her that you were hers now and forever.

Wanda felt tears rolling down her cheeks, she locked eyes with you and found the pure adoration you felt for her there. Wanda would be lying if she said she didn’t think about it, of course she had. She thought about it when she saw you training with Natasha and got to see the muscles of your arms and legs. She thought about it when you picked her up or straddled her while playing around, and she thought about it when the both of you made out on the bed or the sofa.

But the young witch had never pressed matters because she knew how much you had suffered due to the physical contact, you had shown her what you were made to do, how you were made to do it…at what age they started you. So Wanda had never pressed you to do anything that you didn’t feel comfortable with, perhaps it was something the both of you should had talked about but it wasn’t that important.

And the end of the day Wanda had realized, it really wasn’t that important as long as she had you.

But now…seeing you like this, all exited but fearful, ready but unsure… it made her heart swelled with affection for you. She really was in love with you the way she would never be with anyone else.

Wanda grabbed your cheeks in her hands, she leaned in smiling at you.

“My love, I’ll do whatever you want to do right now, I would love nothing more than make love to you, but I will be as happy with just cuddling with you enjoying the closeness and the love you provide.” She tried to pour her emotions in her words, making sure you understood what she was trying to convey.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your lips curled into a content smile just as you place your hands on her waist.

“I want to make love to you, Little Witch.” You declared simply, with affection dripping from your tone.

“Then, love, kiss me.”

Wanda knew you were experienced.

Of course, you were, it was something you had learnt in your line of work.

What she never expected to experience was the raw emotions that your touch brought to her, not sooner had she asked you to kiss her you were devouring her lips, your hands touching gently the length of her back and the side of her body, your fingertips brushing and kneading those spots that made her react.

The clothes were left alongside the hall, you guided Wanda slowly but surely to the main room where the bed and a couple of artificial candles were already waiting for you setting the romantic atmosphere Wanda had always talked about whenever the both of you watched a movie.

Wanda let out a breathy laugh when her eyes found the petals of roses on the floor, and the candles illuminating the room. The bedsheets were black and blue, and everything was just out of one of those movies. Her eyes found yours, and you knew you did something well because she was smiling brightly at you.

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” she whispered letting her hands travelled down your naked torso, the warm of her palms making you shiver with anticipation as she cupped your breast in her hands. “God, I don’t know…I love you so much, I’m …I’m afraid of losing you or thinking this is just an illusion…”

You furrowed your brows locking your eyes with hers, grabbing her hands in yours you led her to the bed helping her up while you pressed your knee on the mattress.

“I will never let it happen, Wanda. For as long as you want me, I am yours.” You whispered kissing her again, leaning in until her back was on the bed and you were hovering above her.

You broke the kiss, your lips curling slightly watching Wanda with laboured breathing and her hands on your arms.

“Do you trust me?” You asked in a whisper, she merely nodded and you let your fingertips brush lightly on her eyelids. “Close your eyes, and don’t open them, let me love you tonight.”

The husky tinge in your voice, the heated coming in waves from your body made Wanda shivered, and she closed her eyes obediently. You bit the inside of your cheeks, leaning in placing open-mouthed kisses down her jaw to her neck; you enjoyed the sounds coming from her throat, the way she tilted her head to give you space to continue with the kisses, her hands grasping tightly around your forearms.

You had done this before, many missions in which you were to be a willing participant and others in which you were there for the final prize.

Wanda was different.

And everything that you were doing to her was so much different. You sighed into her skin, your left hand dancing around her body while your mouth travelled down her neck sucking lightly on the skin while your tongue soothe the light bites. The moans tearing out of her mouth were music for your ears, your fingertips mapping out the skin you had imagined up until now, brushing against one hardened nipple chuckling when a cursed left those lips.

Never once did Wanda opened her eyes.

Whatever you were doing, the fact she could no see but only feel was driving her mad. She could feel the texture of your lips traveling down the length of her neck, the teasing nibbles and the flickering of a playful tongue just as a pair of fingers pinched on a hardened nipple, her hips lifted from the mattress and a moan left her mouth when a volt of electricity went all the way to her core.

“Y/N…” your name sounded like a prayer, your eyes closing enjoying the sound of her voice. Your name on her lips, your hands dancing around her abdomen, your mouth tasting every single corner of her shoulders and her collarbone.

Moving down until you found the hem of the skirt she had chosen that day, you watched fascinated as Wanda grabbed the bed sheets her mouth hanging open and her eyes tightly close. The muscles of her abdomen and arms jumping whenever your mouth discovered a new sensitive spot you could explore while playing with the hem of her skirt, deciding if it was wise to take it off or not.

Your games took a couple of minutes, your mouth teasingly danced around her skin never touching those hardened knots on her breast or moving down beyond the well worked out abdomen. Your fingers and your hands moving down to spread her legs touching the soft skin of her inner thighs.

“Please, Y/N…” Her voice sounded broken, almost like a whine. You lifted your head and her green eyes were glancing down at you.

You sat up taking the warm of your body off of hers, Wanda groan in frustration her eyes gleaming red while a petulant pout formed on her face.

“Y/N, please…” She started but you shook your head, lifting a hand you made a gesture with two of your fingers. Wanda swallowed nodding before closing her eyes, you smiled at that standing up only to grab her skirt putting it off in a single pulled.

Your eyes darkened completely at the sight of her dark panties already sporting a wet spot in the middle, her boots and socks came soon after and you took of your shoes and pants along your underwear leaving yourself and her completely naked. You sighed taking all the courage you could muster, ready to show Wanda all the love you had for her.

You started by kissing her feet, smiling when Wanda let out a giggle, her finger wiggling playfully while your fingertips brushed against the skin on her ankle moving up alongside your mouth. You were not thinking about anything else that wasn’t to worship the woman in front of you, your own pleasure linked directly with hers.

Your lips moving up, kissing the back of her knees up to the warm skin on her thighs, the smell of her arousal making you groan with want. The sounds of her ragged breathing, and the moans leaving her lips were enhancing your own experienced as you focused on what you had in front of you.

The moment your tongue flickered out; you closed your eyes moaning with pleasure at the taste that was purely Wanda. Your hands placed firmly around her hips; Wanda let out a whimper mixed out with a scream her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly while she tried to buck her hips to get more of your tongue in her.

You moaned leaning in, your tongue licking teasingly on those pussy lips before you let it trace the dripping slit enjoying the reactions you were getting from Wanda. The young witch was driving herself to the edge by the mere contact of the tongue in between her legs, she wanted to desperately open her eyes and see you licking her mound but the fear of you stopping was more than enough to make her clenched her eyes shut tightly.

It was extremely pleasurable to just imagine you licking and kissing her pussy, your eyes concentrating in the task at hand while your mouth move enthusiastically lapping at her juices, flickering around her clit while probing at her entrance with playful thrusts of your tongue.

God, the mere thought of you doing all of this, while your hands sought out to rub her abdomen until they reach on her breast. Wanda arched her back with her hips bucking upwards, her eyes caught the sound of your moans while the vibrations of your mouth clashed against her sensitive pussy making her screamed again.

“God, Y/N…please….please…” Wanda was not sure why she was begging, or what exactly she was looking for.

It didn’t matter because it seemed as if you knew exactly what Wanda wanted, your flattened tongue pressed against her clit and Wanda let out a breathy screamed when two of your fingers entered her in one swift thrust.

It was all it took, she was shivering under you mewling while your name left her lips in a shattering scream, her orgasm making her trembled and spasm around you.

Wanda didn’t know exactly what happened, her eyes were still close and she was shivering under your body, your tongue sneaking inside her mouth and the young witch moan tasting herself in you.  

The moment she opened her eyes you were wearing a content smile, your eyes gleaming happily at her and Wanda couldn’t help but think you look cute like this.

“God, Y/N…I love you.” She said unable to think of anything else to say, you leaned in rubbing the tip of your nose against hers.

For a moment you were about to touch her but her hands grabbed yours, her smirked grew and soon she turned you around hovering above you.

“Now, detka, it’s my turn.” You opened your eyes wide, and just as you had done before she lifted a hand and with uttered cared close your eyelids. “Do you trust me?”

You hesitated for moment before speaking, “with my life.”

Wanda stopped for a moment, her heart swelling with emotions she could barely hold back.

“Then, detka, let me make you feel love…let me love you like no one had ever done so before me.”

Wanda had learnt a long time ago that you were highly susceptible to words and to touch, it could be your touch-starve nature due to your uprising and the lack of conversations you held when you were but a kid and a teen.

Whatever the case, Wanda let her hands caressed every inch of your body, her lips right beside your ear prising your performance telling you she had never come so hard for anyone. How her heart was beating only for you, and that you were all she needed it.

Wanda’s hands went to your breast squeezing them lightly, while her fingers played with the nipples pinching and pulling at them before her mouth closed around them. You let out a moan bucking your hips seeking relief. The young witch smirked sucking on your nipple while her hand slid down your abdomen cupping your dripping pussy in her hand, she let go of you moaning alongside you her lips right above you.

“Y/N, you’re so wet, baby.” The moment her lips closed around yours, her fingers flickered on your clit and Wanda drank your whimpers as she kissed you passionately.

Soon you were trashing under her, your hands on her arms and her hand moving all the way to your entrance, Wanda was fascinated at how easy was for you to give up your control to her. How your trusted in her was so complete you have your eyes closed and were giving her everything you were. Everything you had.

She started trusting inside you, over and over, her lips moving to your ear.

“Please detka, come for me.” That was all it took, your inner walls clenched around her fingers and Wanda watched with fascination as you came around her fingers a scream of her name leaving your lips.

“Wanda!”

It was fascinating for her, she rode out your orgasm until you were whimpering with discomfort. Wanda kissed you softly snuggling to you, placing tender kisses on your neck and jaw until she felt your arms wrapping tightly around you.

Nothing else was said that night, the both of you fall asleep enjoying the breathing of the other the smell of sex in the room. The heartbeat that seemed to beat as one.

______________________________________________________________

You woke up to a pair of green eyes looking down at you.

Wanda was always beautiful in the mornings, but on that morning in particular she was breath-taking. She had a smile on her face, her fingertips were drawing lazy figures on your abdomen you stretched out smiling back at her your eyes drifting down to see her completely naked pressed against you.

“Like what you see?” She asked playfully, leaning against her arm. You nodded turning around so you two were facing each other your fingers went to draw the same patterns on her arm.

“I like it too.” She said to which you merely snickered, she leaned in kissing you softly on the lips. “Last night…”

You tensed slightly, your eyes drifting to the side before they settled back on Wanda. The redhead smiled tenderly at you, she understood without you having to say anything at all. She always did.

“Last night was really magical, Y/N. It was everything I imagine would be with you.” Wanda snuggled closer to you, never breaking the eye contact. “And I can’t think of anyone I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Marry me?” You blurted out before you can contain yourself, your eyes opened wide just as Wanda opened hers.

You shook your head, your body stiffened and your mouth opened and closed trying to get the words out before Wanda could leave before she could just say how a fucking moron you were for blurting something so stupid just after sex. Who did that?

The reaction you got from Wanda was not something you were expecting, she went right ahead to crash her lips against yours until you were on your back. Wanda was smiling, and you couldn’t help but smile back at her enthusiasm.

“Yes, yes I will marry you if that’s what you want.” You chuckled shaking your head when Wanda started placing kisses on your face.

You grabbed her hands in yours, turning you two around until it was you the one of top of her. She was chuckling happily, tilting her head to lock her eyes on yours.

“Did you mean it or the sex was that fantastic?” You chuckled rubbing your nose to hers, there was a flickered of hesitation in your eyes and for a moment Wanda thought you were going to back off without saying anything.

You broke your defences at that moment, Wanda watched with fascination as all protective barriers around your eyes left and all that was left was you.

“I meant it…not now, not tomorrow, probably not next year.” You said with your voice taking in a deep, serious tone Wanda was familiar with. “I don’t want to do this all my life, the fight, the missions. But you, Wanda, I want to be by your side all my life. Be a family. Be with you.”

Wanda melted at your words, whenever you decided to speak it was the most amazing experience for her. You never used your words in vain, and what always brough a bubble of happiness to Wanda was that she was your favourite person to talk to.

“So, Wanda Maximoff, would you marry me?”

Wanda sighed nodding lifting her head to meet your lips in a sweet kiss, “yes, Y/N, I will marry you. Not today, not tomorrow, probably no next year, but I will and we can build our family, right outside the suburbs…”

You chuckled lifting your hand and moving your pinkie finger, Wanda laughed at the absurdity of your actions but followed you lifting her hand and entangling her pinkie finger with yours.

“Pinkie promise.” She whispered before sealing the promised with a deep kiss.

The rest of the morning was spend showing one another just how much they loved one another, how their future was looking brighter.

How it was looking like a promise.

[whorekneecentral]

hey, love your work :) could you maybe write a smut fic for mason mount who has a fwb situation with y/n? maybe with a bit of jealous!mason?

thanks love! <3 combined your ask with another one that was similar: 64. “say my name- louder.” 65. “I'm gonna kiss every inch of your body and then fuck you until you cry” with mason mount. hey, i’m a big fan of your work :) can a request a reader x fwb!mason fic? where mason gets a bit jealous and therefor the reader tries to rile him up even more. he then takes her home or and they have lots of grabby and touchy sex.  // prompts: “say my name- louder.” + “I'm gonna kiss every inch of your body and then fuck you until you cry”

You giggled, a hand resting on his arm as he told you about his trip home to Hershey. You had family in Pennsylvania and had visited them a few times so you knew a thing or two, making the story Christian was telling you even funnier.

Mason gets a shout feeling in his stomach the moment he steps out the locker room and sees you together. "What's so funny?" He asked, walking over.

You smiled, "Chris was telling me about something that happened when he went home."

Hearing you call him Chris made Mason sick to his stomach.

The fact that you were close to Christian, a hand on his arm upset Mason further and you knew as much. Hence why you played it up, stepping closer to the American player and giving him a good squeeze as you said goodbye.

Mason didn't say a single thing to you the entire ride home, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.

You walked into the house, finding your way to the kitchen to get a snack. Mason grabs your arm, turning you around to face him. He's got you pinned between him and the counter.

"Can I help you?" You asked and he rolls his eyes.

His hand grips your jaw, forcing you to focus on him. “I'm gonna kiss every inch of your body and then fuck you until you cry, do you understand me?"

You bite back the urge to smile, nodding.

"Answer me," he says and you smile this time. "Yes, I understand."

His lips find yours as his hand cups your jaw. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, Mason's hands wandering across your body, tugging on the dress you had on. 

He lifts you onto the counter, your legs on either side of him as he steps between them. Rubbing up your thigh with one hand, the other pulls you by your chin to look at him. Your eyes find his, watching as he sinks to his knees in front of you. 

Your hands are flat on the counter as you feel his tongue against you. Mason's arms hook around your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your hips jut forward when you feel his tongue against your clit, your hand gripping on his blonde hair. 

The hand on your thigh shifts to between your legs, two fingers slowly pushing into you. You feel him curl his fingers slowly. “Mase- fuck, there.” You pull on his hair, getting him to do what he did again. 

“Say my name- louder.” He looks up at you, continuing slowly.

It wasn't until his name fell from his lips louder that he mimicked his actions until he can feel your legs shake, your grip on his hair tighter than before, his name strung along with the explicits leaving your mouth. 

He gives you a minute to catch your breath as he kisses his way back up to your face. 

Your cheeks go red when you see his face glistening, nose to chin. He smiles, kissing you and you're even more read than you were before. 

[lollytea]

I watched Eclipse Lake (again) yesterday and this time I chose to focus on Flapjack. This makes the episode a lot funnier because it becomes the story of one tired, exasperated yet endlessly optimistic little bird who is determined to help his kid make a friend.

The kid in question being Hunter is where the tired and exasperated part comes in because wow he does not make this easy, does he? There's also the fact that Hunter does not seem to understand that he is now Flapjack's kid, nor does he realize that the bird is already making the effort to improve his mental health and guide him in the right direction. This makes the process of guidance difficult because Hunter is simply perplexed and annoyed by everything the bird does and is unwilling to cooperate. But it's okay! Flapjack has a lot of patience! ^^

"Well, we can't afford to mess this up. Luz is counting on me."

When Hunter and Flapjack first set sights on Amity Blight, everything Flapjack needs to pass judgement is evident in the first words they hear her say. She too is under pressure to succeed and that drive is linked to someone who she's desperate to please. If there's anyone Hunter can find common ground with it, it's her.

OR maybe Flapjack tuned her out completely and just saw a girl who was roughly his boy's age and said "Yep. She'll suffice."

Or maybe it was a mix of both.

Either way Flapjack's mind was made up.

"Look!! Potential friend for Hunter!! Let's go say hi!! Remember to introduce yourself!! Be nice!!"

We can talk about how Flapjack's method of getting Hunter to mix with other kids is yanking him by the hair so hard he falls off a ledge and eats shit, but it's not relevant. But it is SO funny. Gotta get the kid from point A to point B somehow.

Anyway.

Hunter is taken captive and is pushed through the cave at staffpoint by the girl and the two interact in a less than friendly manner. At first it seems like Flapjack has made himself scarce.

But then they walk past and he peeks out from behind some machinery and follows them. At a distance. He doesn't try bothering Hunter again. He doesn't intervene. He simply observes. Kinda like a parent whose watching their toddler interact with other toddlers at the playground for the first time. In this case his toddler has been kidnapped and bound and the other toddler is pointing a deadly weapon at him. In Flapjack's opinion, this is going very well!

This moment must have been the point where Flapjack is like "Well he has realized their similarity. Yay! But at what cost...?" Because now his goddamn kid is inflicting terrible relationship advice on the other goddamn kid and projecting his inferiority complex on her and really, what the fuck is Flapjack even supposed to do here?

But he quite likes this girl, threatening his kid at staffpoint aside, so he's still holding on to hope that they can salvage a friendship here.

[blakeswritingimagines]

One of their friends likes you as well

Eddie: He’d probably be very upset. He would try to talk to you about it, and see what you say about everything. He would probably get really insecure and end up pushing you away without thinking about it or really trying to. He would start to think that he's ugly and that the other person is more better looking, smarter, or funnier. He would be jealous, and angry, and feel like you don’t love him. He'll start to feel like he's not good enough but he just needs to be babied.

Gareth: Gareth gets really jealous and pissed off. He’s known the guy his whole life, then they suddenly want to date the person he really likes?! He becomes distant from his friend, only talking to him when necessary. He might not outright be rude, but he will be really passive-aggressive and mean to him. The more the other guy pushes, the meaner Gareth gets. He’ll try to make his relationship with you seem better- show it off in front of the guy (he might try making the other dude jealous? Maybe)

Steve: Well he doesn't see you as his property, you are his partner, so the way he sees it you can have any friend you want. He trusts you, and if some other guy, or girl, happens to like you, he trusts you enough to know you're going to stay faithful. He thinks that's the way it should be. He trusts you to make your own choices and he doesn't try and tell you who you can and can't hang out with. That's not love, that's control. He also knows you love him.

Robin: Hm well. She would talk it over with them and try not to get mad. She knows people can’t control who they like, and neither can her friend. However, it is possible to control how she handles it. Of course, she would be jealous, but she would try to work things out between everyone. If it gets to a point where they start flirting with you, then... That’s a whole different story.”

Nancy: She’d probably get quite upset and jealous, but she values her relationship too much to let anything stand in the way of it. She’d simply let you know that you have to make a decision: her or the other person who also likes you. She knows you’d make the right choice, and she trusts you, it’s just a situation she would have like to have avoided

Jonathan: He would first try to get along with the person. However, if they were to get too close to you and show an increased intimacy towards you, he would probably have a very clear but firm discussion with them about his feelings. He would also try to have an open conversation with you about how he was feeling and what he was experiencing so that you could understand where he was coming from and hopefully avoid any misunderstandings.

Argyle: If a friend of his developed genuine feelings for his partner he would hope that you'd choose what's best for yourself and your relationship. This being said, he wouldn't want to try and control the situation or your feelings. If the attraction was mutual, you'd have to decide if you wanted to pursue it or stay with him. But I don't think there's anything he could do other than support you either way. After all, he cares about you and wants you to be happy, even if it's without him.

Billy: He'd take the person somewhere private, where nobody would hear them. He'd tell the person to stay away from you and not even think about you again, and he'd make sure it's understood exactly what would happen if the person didn't. If that didn't work, he'd be willing to resort to physical violence. He's not willing to share, not when it comes to something that means that much to him.

Henry: You are his partner and only his. He would never allow competition, and he would eliminate anyone who tried to take you from him. You would be his forever. His love there's no room for anyone else in his eyes.

[sophieinwonderland]

A transphobic "journalist" visited a plural conference and claimed to get possessed by a demon! 🤣

Due to a request from the system in the video, I've deleted the link to the video and identifying information, and would ask that anyone who reblogged the old version of the post delete their reblogs to protect that system's anonymity. Thank you.

Let me summarize the bullet points:

The so-called "journalist" goes "undercover" at a gender conference. (It was free and public for everyone, but she likes roleplaying as a journalist so she says she was "undercover".)

While listening to a conference about plurality and transness, her body starts "vibrating."

After her and her witch friend go eat, "'crazy' people start becoming attracted" to her and her "crazy chaotic energy."

Her witch friend then did a "witchy thing" where she would shoot a "burst of energy" at the crazy people to chase them away.

Her witch friend then had the "journalist" bend over and hold onto a rock while she pushed the "demon" out through her's feet.

Yeah, that should be a huge red flag in itself.

Oh, and this is all crowd-funded and the "journalist" claims her trip cost $3000 dollars!

Yes, people paid $3,000 for this "journalist" to visit a free conference and report about getting possessed by a demon who made her attractive to "crazy" people, forcing her witch friend to ward the "crazy" people away by shooting bursts of energy at them.

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Yeah... do I even need to say more?

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I do wonder about this story. Like, mundane explanation is that she had some sort of panic attack she confused with demonic possession in the conference for some reason. Another possibility is that she... just made it up. Her transphobic talking points are already dishonest. So I wouldn't put it past her to lie and make up this event altogether.

Although the most interesting possibility to me is that she was a closeted system all along, and the talk of plurality triggered a dormant headmate to try to reach out to her.

Whatever the case, I kind of hope it wasn't a lie.

It's way funnier to imagine that she really did believe she was possessed, and her witch friend really did wave her arms around in the air to "shoot bursts of energy" at bystanders. And it worked because... well... would you go near the weird lady who looks like she's angrily pretending to launch fireballs at you?

It's way funnier if you imagine that this was a real thing that actually happened! (The actions they took that is, not the demonic possession. No, a plurality conference did not cause you to become possessed by a demon.)

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Anyway, here is your reminder that plurality isn't a mental disorder, nor is it demonic possession, and the gender identities of headmates deserve to be respected as much as anyone else's.

Edit:

One more thing, in the video, the "journalist" acts absolutely shocked to hear all these systems around her standing up and talking about being a system. Even when the talk was listed on the website as being about plurality!

Seems like a so-called "journalist" should have already known about what she was attending, and expected there to be other plurals in attendance!

Complete side note, it's so awesome that plurality is becoming more visible and normalized, to the point where events like these are happening around the country! Never doubt that progress is being made, however slow it seems at times!

The future is plural!!! 😁

[randomnumbers751650]

Talking about a ship for me is complicated because the feeling that I might be missing something or extrapolating too much. But still, I want to talk about Kafka/Blade.

Since HSR is a gacha, the chances of playable characters having romantic relationships are very low, so the fans have to pick the crumbs. Sometimes it’s pretty much obvious the devs want certain characters together, but the hand of the gacha business model holds them back. Other times, not really, maybe the devs are really aiming for platonic or other. And, of course, fans are free to interpret their own. So, I’m here to give my interpretation of KafBlade, why it called my attention.

From their interactions, they are working together and they have a level of affection: Kafka calls him Bladie (and he’s upset if others call him by that), Blade loves hearing her singing and is receptive to her whispers; they also seem to have good synergy in the battlefield. It also works in accomplishing missions, with Kafka’s lack of fear making her prone to injuries and Blade acting as her immortal bodyguard. Plus, there’s the implication they had to fake being a couple for a mission, which I hope it never gets a full flashback because imagining how it went is funnier. How they complement each other is what makes them so interesting.

They are both fundamentally broken people. We know Blade’s story, but it’s pretty implied Kafka has some tragedy in the closet (with Blade commenting he doesn’t want to see her sad; would it really be surprising?). And, they are villains after all.

But still, what I see in them is how they can still experience with each other things that they couldn’t imagine to experience or that they thought that they’d never experience. For example, Kafka is a liar. It’s a strength in her job, to the point even when she’s telling the truth it still feels she’s lying. She uses her whispers to dominate men and then discard them when they’ve done their jobs. She goes full “nothing personnel, kid”, because for her everything is just a job.

And then, one day, appears a guy who’s like “can you do that again?” A guy who wants to be whispered, whose lies sooth and motivate him. And then she learns he’s an immortal that wants to die and then she decides that she’ll help, but that she will strive to make his life more fun until that day because he amuses you. She has no feelings for him, because she has no feelings at all (or are very different from what normal people think to be); either she wasn’t born with them or the organization she learned her skills remove them, but still she just wants to make him feel good about his journey to death.

Blade is similar: he wants revenge. He crafted his entire life and used all his bladesmith skills to pursue that goal; it’s easy to imagine him forgoing everything, his feelings, his self-care, eating whatever slop he puts on his face, a very miserable life. And then one day a woman appears saying “join me” and she’s actually…fun to be around. Sure, they are using each other to their respective objectives, but there’s something more to it. He starts to pick her habits and helps her whenever she needs carry her stuff. And then he starts to wonder that, yes, his life sucks, but it sucks a bit less with her around. The blade he crafted for revenge can be used to protect, unexpectedly.

It should be noted that the devs already had opportunities to portray their relationship as toxic and abusive, but they haven’t. I’m not sure I’d call healthy either, but there seems to be a mutual respect and trust about them. I mean, they are dangerous (along with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters, Silverwolf, Sam and Elio himself (it’d be really funny if he was the cat)), but still it’s not hard to imagine them as a found family. We have to wait for future updates to see how they’ll be developed, but their Team Rocket dynamic with the heroes is fun.

One last thing is how I think it’s funny that KafBlade is “what if Gojo and Marin (from My Dress Up Darling) were evil?”. Kafka is the extroverted girl that loves shopping and fashion, while Blade is the recluse artist, but that grew bitter - as Yingxing, he was one the best bladesmiths of the Xianzou, he knows what beauty is (also please read the fanfic “dal segno al fine”, it really captures this side of his) – and would be reluctant even if Kafka’s feelings were like Marin’s; Kafka would have to have a lot of patience, but I think she’s not one to give up once she set up a goal.

I didn’t really review their text and quotes, I’m remembering all of it in the game and some comments in the internet. Even so, I wonder if others share these thoughts on them, especially the fact they bring out things that were previously kinda buried in each other, so it has potential for a more mature love story.

[gabessquishytum]

Okay I know it's funny to think of Hob being the family bicycle, but what I think would be even funnier is a Euphoria style family meltdown in public when Dream finds out that when he and Hob went on a "break", which was just Dream self consciously breaking up with Hob bc he didn't want an uncool boyfriend, that Hob and Desire slept together and had a short fling. Then Dream came to his senses and essentially stole Hob back from his younger sibling. Which made Desire stew in their anger and jealousy.

Then it's graduation day, and Mama Endless has rented out the block for her precious baby's graduation. Dream was always her favorite so there are food trucks, a live band, and all the streamers you can throw up on a tree. It's Dream's party, but the guest of honor is missing.

Mostly bc he's getting his back blown out by Hob to celebrate Dream getting into the same elite school he did. Which Desire hears bc their rooms are right next to each other. So once the noise dies down and everyone joins the party, it's speech time.

Desire goes last. They give the same congratulations everyone else gave Dream, and thanks him for being such a kind older brother and sharing his boyfriend. Then they use the projector, which had been showing photos of Dream throughout the years and his many accomplishments, to show pictures of them being intimate and all the flirty texts they had shared together.

Which results in the siblings breaking into fisticuffs, Mama screaming about Hob defiling her boys, and Hob honestly wanting to kill himself. It's messy, it's emotional, and tbh will be a fun story to break out when they're 40.

- 🤜 anon

AJAJSHAHA this really did make me laugh. Hob you SLUT (affectionate). In a way I kind of feel bad for all of them. Dream because his boyfriend fucked his worst sibling. Hob because he was going through it and honestly thought Dream had broken up with him for good. And Desire because they will never again get to experience Hob in bed :((

The cat fight is broken up by Destruction, who is essentially holding both Dream and Desire by the scruff of their necks while Death scolds them. Hob is still getting yelled at by Mama Endless. She's asking him if he'd like to fuck any more of her children while he's at it?! And Hob accidentally takes a little bit too long to answer that question with a negative, and the whole fight erupts all over again.

(This whole thing is a field day for the random party suppliers who got hired to be there. Its the best day of their lives, seeing rich assholes in meltdown.)

Finally Dream and Hob get a moment to talk. Dream is sniffling and whimpering and he's like "who was better, me or Desire. your entire future depends on this question by the way." And Hob can honestly say that the answer is DREAM because they're in LOVE and of COURSE sex is better when you're in love!!!! And Dream forgives Hob, of course, but he's on thin fucking ice!!!! He'd better give Dream an absolutely stellar blowjob tonight!!!!

Mama Endless will never recover from finding out that her precious babies are no longer virgins. Despair takes her inside for wine and tranquillisers.

And Desire finds comfort in the arms of Unity, who was supplying the candy for the party. So all in all its not the worst Endless birthday party ever. With any luck Dream will cool off in a decade or two <3