#((he���s being a bit sarcastic but he is actually put off by this even if he can’t explain why))

[vivvangel]

could u do when enha sees u trying to reach smtg on top of tha shelf ( short reader ) tysmmm and I love ur content

viv's note 💌: this is such a cute ask, thank u!! tried keeping it gender neutral. girlies who read dork diaries raise your hand also nikis scenario is a bit diff ig ☝🏻 ✧ warnings: very small and precise scenarios tbh. enha x short reader, teasing, use of nicknames and swearing. fluff!

tiny | enhypen reaction to their short s/o trying to reach something on top of the shelf !

LEE HEESEUNG (♡⁠)

"what are you doing, baby?" he says, a smirk spreading on his lips when he sees you not being able to reach the top shelf. "just tryna-" you pause, tiptoing to reach it, but no avail. "just trying to grab my mug, hee" you turn around, pouting — heeseung thinks you're absolutely adorable, coming towards you and patting your head, grabbing the mug with ease, you could never. "here you go," he smiles softly, why was your boyfriend such a giant? you weren't short, he's just too tall! really.

PARK JONGSEONG (♡⁠)

from the bedroom, jay heard you screaming, "JAAAAAYY" — him frantically running to your voice, "what's wrong?, oh my god" jay's eyes scan the room for a second, "love, what's wrong?" he asks softly. you looked at him, as you stood in front of the bookshelf, with your hands on your hip. cute, jay thinks, walking to you. "my majesty, how can i help you?" he says sarcastically and you point to the fourth shelf, "dork diaries, i wanna reread.. dork diaries" you say, your voice trailing off into a mere whisper by the end of it. "goodness sake, love" he eyerolled, grabbing it for you.

SIM JAEYUN (♡⁠)

baking with jake, what could ever go wrong? nothing, except the fact you couldn't reach a damn thing. "i swear in another life, ill be born as a 7 foot nba player, for fucks sake" you huff, as a result of being unable to grab the sugar, as you continue mixing the cupcake batter to achieve a more liquid state. "yeah right, you'd still be a short dork" jake chuckles, shooting you a playful glance as he grabbed the sugar from the shelf, sliding it on the counter to you. "hey, you aren't that tall yourself, mr sim" you taunt, making him grin. "taller than the you, aren't i?" — "oh, shut up yunie"

PARK SUNGHOON (♡⁠)

the front door of your shared apartment flung open, sunghoon glancing at the door before his eyes went back on the game he was playing on the tv. "you home already?" he asks, glancing at you once again as you come in with your shopping bags, putting them down on the kitchen counter. "you will not believe what happened!" you say, sunghoon noting a frustrated tone in your voice. he looks behind, "mhm, tell me about it" and looks back at the game. "i was at the store, and i was struggling to grab stuff from the shelves and the worker there thought i was a fucking child, can you believe that?" you scoff, it was completely unbelievable to you that they'd think that — not that unbelievable to your boyfriend, sunghoon, who literally always towered over you. he quietly chuckles — "stop laughing at my misery, hoon!"

KIM SEONWOO (♡⁠)

"baby, i wanna do that big boy trend" you voiced out, sitting up on the sofa. "big boy trend? isn't that dead already?" sunoo says skeptically, side eyeing you. you whine out a please, and he agrees — "but cutie, compared to you, i'm like.. actually big, you couldn't even grab the bowl—" he says, biting his lip to hide the wheeze that would come out if he didn't, "i'm not short!" — "yeah, princess, whatever you say. now come here!"

YANG JUNGWON (♡⁠)

"wonie, i have something extremely serious to talk about" you lowly say, making jungwon look at you, narrowing his eyes. "serious, huh? what's up?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "i think.. i think i'm too short for you" — what? jungwon starts laughing, how does he have the audacity to laugh! "why are you laughing, won?" you question him, crossing your arms. "baby, you're so tiny and cute, i wanna put you in my pocket. -- oh? is this about you not being able to grab my tie from that box earlier?" he chuckles, and you nod. "you're so short, but you're cute so it's fine" — "so, you think i'm short?" — "i think you're cute, y/n"

NISHIMURA RIKI (♡⁠)

having a boyfriend so tall, makes you look like a little gremlin beside him (his words, not mine!) "riki, i'm literally not that short, you're just—" you tiptoe, trying to get the childhood photo of you out of his hands, you don't even get to finish your sentence, niki cutting you off. "i'm just too tall" he mimics your tone, bursting out in laughter, ruffling your hair. "hey! i wasn't done!" you pout, but he kisses it away.

#ㅤᵕ̈ vivster #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #jake sim #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #jungwon x reader #sunoo x reader #niki x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #jay fluff #jake fluff #sunghoon fluff #sunoo fluff #niki fluff #jungwon fluff #fluff

[grapebritain]

Jax is not an npc

I've seen the idea of Jax being an npc being floated around after ep2's release, which while i ADORE this idea in concept (as some parts of it explain certain parts of his character )that doesn't mean that this is the answer as to why Jax is the way he is.

Jax is a self absorbed, sarcastic, and non-serious character who seems to know far more than he actually should so far with what we've seen. He is the only human who has broke the forth wall , not just once, but twice, and has a very performative 'vibe' to him. Like he's on some sort of stage a bit like Cain does. Due to this, and with the plot of episode 2, people have drew the conclusion that this MUST mean Jax is an npc which, eventho it is deffo plausible , there are several reasons why i do not think this is the case, and people are trying to jump to conclusion too quickly to find an explanation to these questions.

1.Pop culture reference

Jax in episode 2 makes an offhaded joke about Charlie and the chocolate factory, a popular piece of media that most people do know about. It seems pretty insignificant but boy is this a really important detail.

With the recent release of other teasers of the next episodes that are yet to come, in terms of copyrighted media showing up in the game, we can see that Cain INTENTIONALLY makes off branded versions of popular parts of our world such as McDonalds and other fast food brands

So for Jax to make a pop culture references, the names would likely have to be inaccurate from the actual piece of media, being...well...off branded versions of them. The fact he literally uses the accurate name "Augustus Gloop" adding an "ed" on the end for comedic effect shows that he HAS seen or heard of the actual piece of media, which would be impossible if he was an npc.

furthermore, say even the offbranded version was due to glitch themselves not being able to use actual brands in the show visually (which is also highly likely), the implication that Cain made an ai that was aware of these sorts of things is almost nonsensical considering that gummigoo didn't know anything outside of the established plot he needed to serve his in game purpose. When another npc doesn't even have a visual memory of his own mother, something closely linked to the established motive of an npc, why would Cain give an ncp knowledge of random pop culture reference for no reason ?

i would say this is a pretty strong point to put the argument forward Jax is not an npc.

2.NPC's immersive feature

this point is a little less strong, but is still a very important one to make.

I think people are forgetting that Gummigoo is intentionally meant to be far more immersive compared to pervious ai. We are going on the basis of Jax being an ncp , based on how intelligent Gummigoo is, which with the timeline we have, would not exactly work out that way.

Obviously, Cain establishing that the ai SHOULD be more immersive, doesn't mean it will be, but if we take into context the episode prior, it does actually seem to be somewhat more advanced in a way than it wasn't before, dialogue being a bit less generic and more fluid . With the consideration this is only Pomni's second adventure, and the ai already seemingly at least, being far better than the last, that could imply that going back a couple of adventures before Pomnis arrival , this ai was much more primitive.

Looking at when Jax arrived could give us some idea of how good the ai was at the time, and with gooseworx establishing jax arriving before zooble (who already seems to have grumpily adjusted to the world) , i would imagine that Jax, if he was an npc, would be far less advanced then he currently is and much more one dimensional as a character to hint at him being an npc....which brings me onto my next point.

3."Jax is violent and impulsive " argument

I've seen the occasional argument that Jax being violent and impulsive could be an argument for him being an npc. He realized he has no purpose, so started being violent and uncaring of the world around him, but this argument completely disregards the fact that...the human characters kind of have that 'reality shattering' moment too. Pomni does, which is why she can relate in the first place to Gummigoo.

All of the human characters have to come to the scary realization that, they are stuck here. Stuck in a fake world. Most of the characters draw closer to each other people that are real because of this as some form of comfort such as Pomni and Ragatha, but Jax is own person, and different people react differently to different situations. Jax just happens to react in a rather emotionally distanced way to the seriousness of the situation.

He seems to be the most emotionally immature character, so it makes complete sense as to why he would react in an immature manner. Not to mention he is the youngest out of all the cast, and may have been even younger when entering the digital circus.

When an emotionally immature, impulsive , frankly not very morally amazing person is told they can basically do whatever they like with little to no repercussions to their actions, what are they going to do? Cause chaos of course, which is exactly what Jax does.

he even more so causes chaos by breaking one of the only rules he's can't break, the whole keeping everything family friendly.

This seems to be his way of coping with the situation and seriousness at hand, brushing it aside and acting impulsively instead because he knows full well he couldn't do this in the real world, it also keep him emotionally distant from everyone else, which seems to be an intentional move by him as he doesn't go to Kaufmo's funeral despite briefly seeming upset about the matter.

He cares in his own weird way, but he refuses to show that to the rest of the cast (unimportant but i wanna add as well, it is common for men to be emotionally closed off due to the idea vulnerability for men esp is a bad thing, which ofc it is not ).

Which also builds up off my pervious point that despite his exterior, Jax isn't one dimensional or flat as a character, which if he was an old ai npc he probably would be 1d, and we wouldn't have this small moment of slight care from him, despite still trying to stay distant.

Final thoughts

So what about the forth wall breaking? him owning keys to all the rooms? Well quite honestly, i don't think we know enough about him or anyone to fully know why Jax is the only one to do this. It could be for some deep lore meaning, or it could be simply he is the comic relief character so is the one to do this more consistently than the rest.

Personally, i DO think it's something deeper, what that deeper thing is yet is something i'm sure will be explored in future episodes, but rn, i think jumping at the first thing is not an amazing idea (eventho it is a super interesting and exciting one).

Just thought i'd share my feelings as this is the only theory i've seen around rn abt my fav stupid purple bunny.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc theory #jax theory #tadc jax #jax npc #jax is not an npc #npc tadc

[ecto-gorper]

it’s me again… guess who i’m requesting….. THATS RIGHT PEST *insert loud correct buzzer sound*

pest with a gn!reader whos very possessive of him

for some elaboration. the reader loves him to death and they get VERY jealous when pest is interacting with someone other than them. and if pest shows even a slight distaste for the conversation reader is strolling on in and cussing that person out and scaring them away but literally two seconds after the reader is the sweetest person in the world to pest

I FOUND THIS SUPER FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT SO HERE U GO

🗨️ a/n: OKAY BEFORE I SAY ANYTHING i am SO SO SO sorry this took so long .. !! THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE THANK YOU FOR MORE PEST REQUESTS <3 kinddd of projecting here a tad bit because I have bpd and heavily relate to this so umm teehee giggles

🗒️notes: gender neutral reader ofcofc, not really anything else huhhh reader is bpd coded a little me thinks

🪲Pest x A very possessive S/O ⋆.˚

The beetle boy finds your behavior amusing. He likes watching you scare strangers off with a stern stare or a more... ‘bold’ approach (barking 100% teehee). Although Pest can handle anyone bothering them with ease, they like to sit back and watch you work your magic. Not only do they find it cute, but your methods work 99.99% of the time soooo BONUS!!!

Your quickly changing attitude can be a little confusing for them but Pest is a very adaptable person which makes everything a whooooole lot easier. Since you’re quite the unpredictable person, Pest likes to play a little game with themself in their head and guess what you’re going to do next. And fyi he’s usually wrong. NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVE 😎

Pest can be hard to read so it’s a little unclear whether he’s being neutral or actually irritated, so you have a little look you give each other as an okay for you to step in. Though if Pest is obviously bothered by someone you’re going right up to them and doing what you do best without warning

They enjoy your sweet side, too. The way you pamper him and give him your undivided attention makes him feel like the only person in the WORLD. Pest doesn’t show his appreciation through words but more so through actions. Swiping something you wanted but couldn’t afford off a store’s shelf, silently listening to you vent or rant WITHOUT offering unsolicited sarcastic advice, or even burning your favorite music onto a cd. Yes they know how to do that

If you manage to get your hands on any electronics Pest will ALSO gladly pirate games and movies for you too. As long as he can play them ofcofc, that stuff’s hard to come by in the elevator

Pest isn’t much different from you in a way. If the roles are reversed and someone happens to be annoying YOU... if you haven’t already handled it, Pest 100% will. Though they don’t have to put in much effort to be intimidating, it’s all the same. You get really really visibly happy whenever he does it and that’s one definite way you can get the beetle to blush lol

Honestly there’s nothing Pest doesn’t like about your possessiveness. It’s just a big bonus in dating you. Sometimes you can get a little too ahead of yourself and get way too heated, but that’s nothing Pest can’t fix with a little kiss :]

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #pest x reader #pest #pest regretevator

[wannaeatramyeon]

Hi, there it's so great to find an amazing writer who enjoys Lookism so much! Please keep at it, your HC's are so much fun to read! If it's not too much to ask for the boys like Gun, Samuel, and Vasco with s/o who is a foreign girl, a very capable fighter, and honorable in combat but outside the fight she is quite self-conscious and a bit naive.

Not me reading the first part of this and thinking you're being sarcastic af lol

Thanks for being so kind anon :') I'm glad you're enjoying it, I have SO much fun writing them and putting my stupidity out! Thanks for the ask! I had a little difficulty writing it.... this really isn't very good but hope this hits the spot.

Lookism with non S. Korean S/O

You're from somewhere vague and overseas. Scenario with your partner (Gun, Samuel, Vasco, Jake)

Gun

Your boyfriend was asking you to fight yet again. You're getting pretty tired of it.

You only moved to South Korea not too long ago and ever since he discovered you picked up your skills from overseas, all he makes you do is fight him. And he doesn't go easy on you.

What happened to dates? What happened to romance?

You thought your boyfriend was growing colder towards you, now always in his own head or just studying martial arts.

"...Gun?"

He peers at you over the top of his sunglasses. Your words are hard to say aloud.

"Do you ... do you not want to be with me anymore?"

"What makes you think that?"

"All we do is fight... Literally! I can't remember the last time you even asked me for anything else."

He pulls you into his arms, "You're actually challenging me. Do you know how rare that is? I'm more turned on than ever."

Samuel

You transferred from overseas after helping source partners to help grow Workers into the behemoth it is today.

Back in your field days, there wasn't anything that couldn't be solved with some violence, but your morals and fairness made you stand out amongst would-be enemies.

Even with the 3rd and 4th Affiliate President as your boyfriend, no one could deny your competence or throw around accusation of nepotism.

But you still had to get your head around the working culture in this country.

"Sammy, do I really have to call you Mr. Seo in the office?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that a bit weird? People have seen us together."

"No, I'm your boss. You need to show respect and address me properly here."

"Oh... Do you actually not want anyone to know I'm your girlfriend?"

Samuel pinches the bridge of his nose, can't quite believing he's going to give in on this.

"Fine. You can call me Samuel,"

"What about-"

"Not Sam. Not Sammy. Samuel."

Vasco

You had agreed to meet in the park for a date with Vasco.

The first time you kissed him, he nearly jumped out of his skin claiming that wasn't how dating worked in South Korea. You found out later it was just his eccentricities.

Vasco texted you that he was running late when a group of guys start harassing you.

You threaten to call the police, but when they put their hands on you, you weren't left with many options.

"Y/N?!" Your boyfriend was staring at you in shock.

"No! Euntae, I didn't want you to see me like this!" you hide your bloodied fist from him.

"What! That was amazing!"

"Thank? you?"His compliment made you blush, you knew it wasn't what 'ladies' do but he liked it?

"Y/N! I thought people only had street fights in South Korea! Do they fight overseas too?"

Jake

You think this might be the first time Jake treated you to a meal. A job well done, he had said after you beat up some thugs who were harassing the girls.

Jake's often running off to god knows where to get god knows what done, leaving you to look after the street.

Is this the supposed Girlfriend Privileges? You having to fight in his stead? You reckon you're getting the short end of the stick.

You stare at the violently red pot of stew in front of you, with some unidentified vegetables floating around

"Jake...? What is this?"

"Oh! You've never tried many Korean dishes, right! It's kimchi stew, my favourite. Here." He spoons some into a bowl for you.

With your boyfriend's loving gaze on you, you had no choice but to take a sip.

"ACK!" you spit it out immediately and grab your glass of water to wash the vileness out of your mouth

Jake rolls his eyes at you, "You've got no taste" and takes his own mouthful.

"I know, I'm with you."

#this is so badly written im so sorry #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism hc #lookism x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #gun park #gun park x reader #vasco #vasco x reader #samuel seo #samuel seo x reader #jake kim #jake kim x reader #wannaeatramyeon

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

SFW Alphabet - Chishiya Edition

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): Chishiya deals with emotions on his own way and struggles a lot with them. Having that in count he is not super affective towards you.

His own way on showing affection is by helping you with anything without expecting something in return of by giving you some words of advice but these usually are cold (but he is trying).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Chishiya would be your lay back and sarcastic friend. The smartest of the group but the lazyest of them. Do you want adivce? He will tell you the truth about whatever you are asking. And WILL consider the rest "stupid" but in a less serious way. He cares about his friends and can see in what they are great (but not voice it).

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Being honest, no. Chishiya its not a cuddler at all. He wont initiate it, you will have to do it. He melts thought when you do so he will stay and cuddle as long as you want. Likes to be the big spoon or having part of you laying on his chest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settle down....not interested, at least not for like 4 years into the relationship. He needs to be sure he truly loves you and that you can tolerate living with him for the rest of your life. So you two may try living together first.

Chishiya is a cleaning freak (like Levi from attack of titan lol). He will desinfect the house/aparment one time per week. He is a doctor he knows having a clean space its a big part of staying healthy.

The cooking part its all yours, he works long hours, will love to be home to a fresh meal waiting for him. He will do the dishes, he needs to see for himself that are in fact clean.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Cold, harsh, no sweet words. Chishiya will just plain tell you how things are not working and walk off. He might tell you what is not working but thats it.

Personally i consider Chishiya someone who does not want to be hurt by others so he prefers to take distance than to risk his own feelings.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Give him 5 years into the relationship, show him how you can put up with him and one day you will have him asking you to marry him. He will go all for it, taking you to some vacation and asking you there.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

From a 0 to 10.....4, at the start at least. And im talking about emotionally Chishiya, with the pass of time it can go up to 8, because its you.

Physically its a 1 at the start and a 7 at the end.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Not the biggest fan but cant denied how good it feels when you hug him by suprise. His hugs are short timed and with a bit of distance between you two. He prefers to take your hand on his than to hug you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Will take him a lot of time and maybe you will have to wait 2 years to heart it. You will say it first thats for sure. However, even if he does not say it he does love you but shows it in different ways.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Chishiya its actually a jealous person when it comes to his S/O. Does not like when others gets too close to them. Part of it comes from his insecurities on you seeing others as better partners in comparation to himself. He knows your S/O does like when you show them you care so he will stand besides you and casually ask you who the person is and presenting himself as your boyfriend.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Chishiya kisses are slow when he feels tired of everything, he leans into you and stays there, with his eyes close. His hands will roam your body. Other times are little pecks around your face because he knows you like these as well. When he has to go to work he will give you a quick kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Well, he might want one. One boy, but he prefers if said kid took more of your personality than his.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Chishiya wakes up in time and will be the one waiking you up. He may stay for a bit looking at your sleepy form but wont ever says he does it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Since he is a doctor and may do night shifts you may have to sleep alone, he will send you a text telling you to go and sleep, that he will be later or telling you how they got an emergency and he has to stay. When Chishiya does stay at home during nights he will mostly pass on his office reading different books or in bed (he has reading glasses personal hc). When falling asleep he will let himself be hug by you with a tiny smile on his face.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

SLOWLY. As the relationship goes on he will start to open to you more. He does not like to talk about himself so he will start by basic things as favorite activities to do, his favorite color/animal. When you start to give him more personal information of yourself he will do the same, but not during the same conversation. In fact when he reveals things of himself is a suprise for both of you (but he does not show it), he feels good about being able to tell you about himself.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Chishiya has a great patience. So great you may think he will never get angry. But thats not the case, he is just too logical and knows about what to get angry about and about what not. When he is angry he wont show it and will try to get a logical way to solutionate it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

THIS MAN HAS GREAT MEMORIE.

He will not only remember importants dates but small details too, bad or good oned. He keeps tabs on your favorite place to eat, how you dont like a specific thing because the first time you did a "this sucks face". Dont try to get him by "that day..." because he remember that day perfectly.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

That one time you two went to the cinema to see a cliche movie and you ended sleeping on his shoulder (he ate your popcorn).

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is protective by having you on his side all the time (talking about Borderlands) and giving you instructions to keep you alive.

In the real world he does not get that worried but will (with your consent) put an app to locate your phone just in case something happens.

Chishiya does not want to get protected physically but mentally. You reassuring him that he is a good human and person its enought to put him in a good mood.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates: he is very simple but will try to take you to places he knows you will like. Usually quiet placed so you two can talk.

Anniversaries: Will get you two the best place to have dinner because he knows how much you aprecciate it when he does.

Gifts: wont gift you a lot of things but rather things with meaning. Sometimes a meaning that only you two know.

Everyday tasks: i said it, he will keep the house very clean and thats it. If he knows you have things at home that you prefer not to be moved or touched then he will respect that.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not telling you when he is angry/sad. He feels vulnerable talking about it so he will hide them by being sarcastic or avoiding the topic.

Sometimes he wont take your reasons to be angry seriously because in his logical mind it just does not make sense.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He does not care at all. He belives look influence society and how humans work and respond to centrain things so he passes over it. Chishiya will look more into personality than looks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

If you two date for long time, yes. You are his emotional support and pillar.

If you two dated shortly then no.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He sees plushies as stupid gifts but when you got him one (the cheshire cat) he does not let anyone touch it. Its on his bed or office as a reminder of you. (He felt asleep with it once).

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In general a partner how does not respect his time and has no patience to date him. He knows he can be hard but also needs to see you trying. Being very affectionate to him with just...one month of dating? Yes he is HARD but have patience. He may take your hand by reflex one day and keep doing it afterwards.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?

Coming home at 6-7 in the morning, get a shower, then  breakfasy/dinner alone or with you if you are awake, then go direclty to bed.

If he gets home by 8pm or 10pm is the same, he may try and see a movie or read a book but falls sleep quickly.

#alice in borderland #aibedit #imawa no kuni no alice #aib #chishiya #aib imagine #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader

[kitmoas]

/Evermore

Summary: How do you find your way to the light when you're under the rubble?

Genre Warnings: Mostly Angst, there is a smutty scene though SO 18+

Word Count: about 13k

ANGST warning: Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights as well as, vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm

Smut Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, Puppy/Pup kink, strap on use (r and W receiving), strapwarming, a bit of humiliation, thigh riding, d/s power exchanges,

*as per usual lemme know if i missed anything important*

A/N: And this my loves, is the finale part of TGU S1 Finale. Hopefully it is everything that you guys wanted. Here's part one if you haven't read it! If there are any mistakes or anything, its cause i suck.

***Minors DNI** **Pay attention to the warnings tagged and only click the keep reading tab if you are okay with them and 18+*** ***18+ ONLY***

Training Grounds Master List

Dropping a stack of papers on the table, the man sighs as he rubs his hand over his face. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have on everyone’s day off but the longer they wait the more difficult the situation will be to defuse. “This is serious now Wanda, don’t you understand that yet?” Steve just wanted her to agree, nod her head and let them help her figure something out. He didn’t want the young girl to ever be put in a situation where she may end up a public enemy again. 

Pouring a few fingers of whiskey, Tony’s nonchalant attitude would normally frustrate everyone but he is keeping the room calm at the moment. “It’s no longer a maybe, everyone can see the changes in you. It’s basically a flashing sign to the rest of the world that we’re losing control of a ticking time bomb.” His voice is already slurring a little, and you can tell that the surprise meeting took him by surprise but nothing would stop him from drinking in the moment. His family, the team, was falling apart in such a deep way and it was starting to affect him more than most understood. 

“I have it under control, I told you that.” Wanda was glaring at the table, practically refusing to look at anyone. She hated being surprised like this, it felt more like an interrogation or intervention more than a team meeting. 

“We can’t trust your judgment anymore, Maximoff.” Fury always has an air of authority to him, even to the witch who rarely interacted with him. She never liked him, for he had originally been part of the group that wanted to imprison her for her actions with Ultron. The man regardless demanded respect with each word he spoke, even gaining the brunette’s gaze. “Should have taken Hill’s word for it and kept you under lock and key from the moment we realized how dangerous you could end up.” The sarcastic jab was unprofessional, but he didn’t take it back instead staring directly at Wanda. 

Glaring at the head of her girlfriend, the witch tries to prompt her into doing something. “Seriously Nat, you’re going to just sit back and let them speak to me and about me like this?” She knew that the two were having issues, but at the end of the day she knew she would never let someone else berate the ginger like this. 

The widow shrugs, helplessly shaking her head as she finally looks up. “What do you want me to say? I told you that we couldn’t handle this alone, though personally I think this is out of their control at this point but at least we’re finally stepping out of trying to deal with it without help.” It’s almost a slap to the face, a decision that makes it seem almost helpless that the two have been together for almost a full decade at this point. 

Tony sets his glass down, a clank sharp enough to pull everyone’s attention. “Earth can’t handle another eruption, and right now the cherry bomb over there is the biggest one on the radar. It isn’t about sides, we protect and right now I’m not any of us know where this is actually going to end up.” 

“At this point I think you guys just want to lock me back up, throw away the key and leave me to rot. Would that make you guys feel better?” Wanda’s anger could be felt throughout the room, even though her entire body was calm and relaxed. 

The widow in the room speaks slowly, under her breath, but in the dead silence no one could have missed it. “Might make the rest of the world feel better.” Even when she realizes that she said it out loud, you could tell there was no regret. 

“Classy Romanoff, real classy.” Rolling his eyes, Tony downs the rest of his drink as he tries to keep calm. The entire domestic situation was getting out of control and he had a feeling that it would cause the future to be even more rocky if they stayed divided. 

Finally moving to show her emotions, Wanda’s hand slams against the table. A loud resounding smack makes everyone flinch, sparks of scarlett magic flying into the air. “Your problems with me aren’t the boys’ business, so why do you constantly want to air it out in front of others?” The death glare shot towards Natasha would send anyone else to their knees, begging for forgiveness but not the widow. 

The assassin was used to the witch’s outbursts, though they were more frequent when she was younger they haven’t changed one bit. Rolling her eyes at the tantrum that she knows is brewing, she just blankly stares back at Wanda. “When have you ever been against showing off to others? Don’t you love when others watch, you get off on it.” 

Seething, the Sokovian bares her teeth at her girlfriend; furious that this entire thing is always being turned on her. “You’re the one that left our last conversation.” 

A mocking laugh breaks up the heavy breathing, baited silence as everyone waits for them to finish. “I left? Me? Miss Houdini over here thinks that I left! That’s real entertainment.” 

Wanda’s rings scrape against the table, a screech that has the men in the room grimacing, as she exhaustedly sighs. “Walking out after someone tells you what Bishop told us is not okay Natalia. No matter what your reaction is, that is not it.” 

“Get over that night, everyone else did.” A note of silence plants a seed of doubt, watered quickly from the diverted gazes and quiet throat clearing. “Didn’t they?” 

“You got over it. You put a fake bandaid over it. The gifts…I heard they were nice, and of course the suit we made turned out great but…even I know that gifts can only go so far.” Tony sort of shrugs, an attempt to not piss off the ginger. 

A loud scoff interrupts him, the witch stranding quickly as her chair falls behind her. Pushing into the widow’s personal space, Wanda leans down into her face. Her hands land on the armrests, blocking her partner from being able to get up. “Get it through your thick skull Romanoff, the world doesn’t just fall to their knees because you decide that you are ready to move on.” 

It’s silent for a long time, the two women glaring at one another with neither willing to budge. No one really wanted to interrupt, stupidly  hoping that one of them would give up, be willing to nudge at at least a little. When the staring contest goes on for almost ten minutes, the other men all look to one person to try and break it apart. “Even though this fight is incredibly sexy, a real treat ladies. This isn’t what we came to talk about.” Even as Steve and Nick sigh, cringing when they realize how Tony decided to ease tension, everyone is relieved when the two women finally separate. 

Straightening his posture, a very uncomfortable Steve clears his throat. “Yes, we need a game plan for whenever this…prophecy is fulfilled.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, her face slowly becoming stoic as her mask falls into place. Deliberately ignoring Natasha when a noise of concern falls from her pursed lips, the witch turns to to the captain swiftly. “Here’s the plan Star Spangled Banner, I go away. That’s all. You won’t have to worry about me when I am gone, and I don’t need anyone to even be concerned with me.”

Before anyone can even reply, or try to stop her, the brunette disappears only leaving behind a puff of crimson. 

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A hand tugs you back, and you almost chastise the blonde but she’s shushing you and pointing to the four men walking the path below you two. Floating above a balcony, you lower the two of you to a ceiling beam to try and help conceal your position. It’s mostly dark, just a few dim lights flickering. Thankful for your new technology, and watching as Yelena slips on her green goggles, the two of you take your time to scan the area. You know that this entire situation is no longer an offensive, a recovery mission on one of the highest protocols as not only a huge group of civilians but two of the most prominent heroes are incapacitated. 

Echoes of taunts and muffled whimpers reach the two of you, analyzing the possible route around becomes a breeze as you blink through the purple arrows showing you the best way. When the two of you hear an agonized scream it doesn’t take much more for you to drop down, ambushing the masked men below you. Working together you and the blonde almost move as if you are one, your connection truly shining through fighting for the first time. Even as you move farther into the building, separating as needed, it’s almost like you share the same brain. 

With each move you decide to make, your confidence never wavers as the comforting vibration of crimson mist moves along your body. Besides trying it on during the holidays, you had never worn the suit and the way it works with you is mind blowing. Any time you came face to face with one of the masked men it was like the suit knew what to do, the perfect weapon materializing out of chaos into your hand. 

Maroon blades and arrows glitching from their spots where they stick out of those you leave in your wake, anger from knowing they hurt people you loved making you not second guess your actions. Never running out of weapons coming in handy as the two of you work your way through the huge bank, before finally coming to a meeting point right in front of the main lobby. You take a moment to breathe as you sneak through the last hallway, assessing the situation, and realizing that Wanda made sure that no one could ever track you for everything you leave with them disappears. 

Yelena finally settles next to you, working on a small phone as she works to hack into the building’s alarm and security system. “The witch did good on your suit.” 

Nodding silently, you stand next to her with a shield of scarlet curving around the two of you as you focus on the small screen. “This is Katie’s code.” Your voice is hushed, though excited when you realize that you should be able to figure it out easily enough. “I recognize it from when I hang out at work with her. I think..if you switch the last two things and just rework that fourth line then it should work perfectly.” 

The blonde rolls her eyes at you, doing what you suggest and chuckling as it works perfectly. She easily begins to work through the system, setting up different triggers. “You know, I am shocked that you remember anything from your time at her company as you drool so much over her.” 

She interrupts you before you can chastise her, nodding as she slips the phone back into a pocket somewhere. Making note to giggle at her later, you let the mask show you where to go as the two of you scale the ceiling. The list of how many civilians to save growing with each second you crawl around, the center of the floor finally coming into view. You can see the faint purple electric forcefield first before the mess of people inside, the mask zooms in on the huddle for you. 

Almost immediately you divert your eyes, unable to fully see two of your favorite people in such a position. Instead you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a fight of your life. You could recognize how outnumbered you were, especially with so many of the men in the middle of the floor. They were all heavily armed, and you knew that the two of you were already exhausted after taking so many people down alone. Unsure of how good the group of men were at wielding their overpowered weapons made this mission a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle or so you were telling yourself that. 

Slowly your eyes slip shut, the blinking lights and distant screams overwhelming you. It wasn’t something you were used to, and you knew that it was something you would need to train to be better equipped to handle. You never thought when you got this suit a few months back for Christmas that it would be used this quick. 

You knew you didn’t have time to be scared, not a single moment to work through the fear that was starting to completely take over your system. It was no longer an option, not that it was one in the first place, instead you had to dig deep. Finding that little girl in you that desperately just wanted to save people, the one that would have grown up to be an agent if not for that tragic night. Maybe you weren’t focused on saving every single person in the bank, and maybe that was incredibly selfish, but thinking about letting two of the most important people in your life slip between your fingers was all it took for you to step off the beam. 

Eyes closing as you feel your body fly through the air, trusting the way the crimson mist moves along your skin and holds you so tenderly.  You can hear shouts and screams, people rushing around below you, but even as things go soaring past you the suit almost makes you feel like time is slowed down. Giving you energy and focus, you can hear the way the witch would speak to you. Encouragement and love filling each thought, leaking into your body and filling you with a confidence that can only come from someone as powerful as her believing wholeheartedly in you. 

Landing in the middle of the room should have scared you but truthfully you knew in the back of your mind, and at the center of your heart, that anything Wanda would ever give you would never allow you to be hurt. The mask covered your eyes, but it didn’t matter as your vision was just a huge screen of red and purple static, almost as if it was a glitching computer screen. 

All your senses, all of your nerves, your entire being filled with a warm radiating chaos all flooding from the gleaming mark along your ribs. The fight was no longer just yours, but you knew that your favorite witch was there too. Standing tall in the middle of a shocked group of people, your vision cleared and your goal was in sight.

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You knew the moment that you came home that everything would explode. After pushing the suit to its limit, you had barely been able to teleport the four of you to the penthouse before passing out.  Happy that you were able to at the very least keep everyone safe, your body just wasn’t used to that amount of magic surging through your veins. 

Yelena had called upon her own people, a favor to get all of you back to Avengers campus. The two young heroes were immediately taken to medical, and you were brought to Kate’s room to rest. The doctors cleared you quickly, stating you just were exhausted and needed a good nap. Enlisting your best friend to make sure that for the next day or so, you would stay hydrated and fed; true rest. 

She as per usual took her orders seriously and monitored you closely as you slept, dreading the next unspoken part of her job; calling your two rage filled owners. The younger sister knew that she was practically dousing the flames with gasoline the longer that she procrastinated calling them, but even she was scared of them sometimes. 

By the time that they were called, you were happily walking around and feeling completely better but you knew that it was only a matter of time before the two showed up. Unsure of exactly how they would react, you decided to just try to prep for anything. Anger and intense fear was for sure, but you knew that even though the rules weren’t explicitly written out that you broke many. The suit wasn’t made for you to become a hero, or an agent. 

While you and Yelena were playing a casual round of Town of Salem, the door slammed open. Crimson magic practically crushing the metal, looming silhouettes of the two women scary even from a distance.  

It was the angry voice of the widow that breaks the volatile silence. “What do you mean you took her out on a mission?” It’s demeaning and directed at her younger sister, lunging towards her before stopping herself short. 

Wanda takes her time to walk towards you, her face void of any emotion as she scans your body. She takes her time to formulate a sentence, letting the two siblings squabble behind her as she takes the blonde’s spot next to you. Finally reaching out, she tangles her fingers with yours and the anger fueled fear shines through her emerald eyes. “That was for extreme emergencies only Detka, not for you to go out and find trouble!”  

You sigh, knowing that you were going to have to defend why you went with the white widow. “This was an emergency and look at me, I’m completely fine!” Gesturing to your body, you try to point out that you only have just a few small cuts and bruises. The suit that the witch had made you was extremely effective at protecting you from any harm.

Natasha’s head pops up, quickly scanning your body. Even though she can easily determine that you aren’t hurt, she still angrily flails her hand in your direction. “Yeah, you are but you could have not been. You should have never gone to get her Yelena, ever.” Shoving her sister to the ground, she looms over her and snarls whenever she tries to get up. 

Flopping dramatically back, rolling her eyes up at her older sister Yelena sighs. “Oh cool, am glad you seem so worried about my heath and safe being.” 

Kicking her side, huffing as Natasha watches the blonde roll uselessly around on the ground. “You are trained for this, you are THE white widow.” The ginger glares down at the girl when she laughs. 

“Kate Bishop is Hawkeye and Peter Parker is Spiderman. All trained and made for this job as well, and you see that they needed help.” The younger widow’s wiseacre tone just further pisses off her sister, but she can’t help but push her buttons. She knows you’re safe, that everyone is safe, and that’s all that matters. 

Nodding along, you perk up at your best friend standing up for you. “Don’t forget that in all technicality I have been trained to do this! Do you forget who I was raised by?” Cringing internally at the fact you brought up your lineage, the field that you were destined to be part of. 

Wanda sighs, knowing that you weren’t going to budge with Natasha’s angry outbursts. Cupping your chin, she gently turns your face to her. The soft emotional storm shaking the forest in her eyes makes you whimper, a small noise that falls from your lips involuntarily. “You may have been raised by them little one, but we all know you didn’t care for or want the lifestyle.” Even though she sounds much more gentle and loving, it still pisses you off. 

“That isn’t fair! I may not like the lifestyle but we all know I am damn good at it. It’s in my blood. S.H.I.E.L.D has been begging me to join the rankings since I could basically walk.” Natasha opens her mouth to interrupt you but you barrel on, despite cringing at the thought of being disrespectful. “I was born to do this and while I may not enjoy it, or have the will to do it daily, if it means saving or aiding any of you then you damn well know that I am going to don the suit and do whatever I need to.” 

Yelena is pushing her sister’s foot off of her, sitting up excitedly. “You should have seen her out there, you two need to set your fear aside and know that your little princess is amazing in the field. She knows what to do and honestly if she ever did want to join the agency, I would jump at having her as a partner.” 

Rolling your eyes, you reach down to shove the blonde. Knowing she’s just trying to take the heat off of you, a sigh leaves your lips because you can’t truly be angry at her. No regrets from going to save the two Younger Avenger captains, and nothing could change that; not even the two older women glaring down at you. If you ever did step foot in the field, you know that you would be more than thrilled to be partners with your best friend. 

Natasha shoves her way in between the two of you, stubborn as usual. The widow refused to budge on her way of speaking about the situation, anger completely over taking her entire mind. “I don’t care how amazing she was, and I know she was amazing. Personally I never wanted that suit to be anything but a defensive thing. It was never meant to go out into the field, nor was it ever meant for you to go wild and perform a retrieval mission.” 

You almost choke as you prepare yourself to do what you know needs to be done. Knowing that if anyone else says anything that neither of the older women would settle, the responsibility falls to you. Having spent the last almost five years obeying them almost completely you knew that this act would feel weird, never one to push back in this way. “Kate needed me. Peter needed me. They needed saving and obviously no one else was going to go, for whatever reason it fell to me and Yelena. We stepped up and saved them, and that’s all that should matter. No one else was harmed and we walked away safe. I have no plans to make a habit out of this before you ask. This isn’t something that I want to do a lot. Just drop this argument because at this point, I think we all need to realize that our emotions and feelings are being entirely redirected. I don’t know or understand what is happening, and it is frustrating as hell but I need everyone to figure themselves out.” 

Yelena’s eyes widen, never once hearing you stand up to the older women. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she watches her sister and the all knowing witch stumble back, jaws slack as they stare at you. She felt relief, hoping that this would be the beginning of the end of this entire situation. The blonde desperately wanted everything to progress and settle down, the tension was too much for her to deal with. 

“I’m going to go be with them while they wake up. I’m sorry for yelling and interrupting but I just need you guys to understand where I stand. This entire thing, whatever it is, is affecting us too. I’m not sure exactly what is going on with you two, but I’m not stupid. I will see you guys later.” You have to force yourself to immediately stand, storming out of the room before you looked into their eyes.

The white widow watches as you walk out of the room, chuckling silently before turning to see the other two struggling to mask their emotions. Wanda seemed to just be angry, eyes wet as she breathed deeply. Flickers of crimson could be seen sparking in the forest of her eyes, her nose twitching as she struggles to control herself. Natasha on the other hand almost drains of all humanity, her face pale and her eyes dim. It’s almost like the words and the venomous tone strikes her directly in the heart and she was losing all ability to live. The youngest wants to say something but she isn’t sure it would help, so instead she just shrugs sympathetically and follows you.

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The gentle beeping is soothing as you stare out the window. Having spent the past few days in this room, you had your favorite spot and you knew the best times to see the best views. 

“You don’t have to hang out with me every day, you know.” Kate’s sleep filled voice catches your attention immediately. She’s pushing herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. She looks so young in the hospital gown, and it makes you aggressively protective over her. 

Sitting in the spot where she’s patting at, you take her hand when she reaches out for you. Kissing her cheek softly, you make sure to not move too quickly as you watch her reactions carefully. “Silly girl, I’ll always be at your side.” 

Her head falls back, an exasperated huff leaving her lips as she stares up at the ceiling. Flopping her arm, IV rattling about awkwardly, as she grunts annoyed. “I’m just here for one more day. Stark feels horrible and I think he’s just overeating at this point. Having the nurses keep us in this prison longer than necessary.” 

“I agree with him, I think you should stay here until your body is allll better.” You lean in giving her a gentle kiss on different parts of her face, scratches and stitches. 

Kate hums, a content sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. Basking in the love you give her, she tries her hardest to ignore the faces that she sees with her eyes shut. 

Reaching up, you cup her face and use your thumbs to smooth the worry between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kate, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” It didn’t take much more for the archer to break down, shoving her face into your palm as sobs shake her body. 

The two of you sit, curled up together now, unsure of how long the brunette cries into your neck. A sound that breaks your heart, but it needs to happen. 

Her voice is broken, scratching at her throat as she forces herself to speak the thoughts screaming inside of her brain. “I froze, in the moment that I needed to be the most brave I froze. Peter was behind me, screaming as his body shut down and I froze mid air. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even save my best friend?” 

“It’s not good, you’re right, but do you really think that he’s going to blame you? It didn’t get close enough but I don’t think you would have let him die.” The girl always begged you to rationalize the thoughts in her head, to help her see the real side of things when she no longer could but it hurt every single time to do it. “Things happen, my love, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad hero.” “You say that because you have faith in me, but seeing their faces again and hearing them talk to me like that…It..I felt like a little girl again. I didn’t feel like this trained archer or skilled fighter. I felt like I did whenever they walked into my bedroom.” She’s shoving at you, hands coming up to grip her head and shoving her the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s almost like she is trying to shove the images out of her mind, but no matter how hard she pushes it never works. 

“Kate—“ You can’t even get a full sentence out, barely even her name, before she’s cutting you off. 

Her eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with hot angry tears that almost seem painful to stop. “I couldn’t even stop them! I couldn’t even raise a hand to them or beg for them to stop. It almost felt… like a relief. Normalcy almost leaking into my body and I hate myself for it. I don’t even think I cared that it happened again. All the shit I talked about how I was so angry about it, and that I would hit them even kill them now. What good did it do if I just let it happen? I..just let it happen.” Kate deflates in on herself, almost like someone poked a hole and her rage leaked out of her. Staring blankly at the wall, zoning out, the girl just sits there. 

You gulp down your own emotions, a strong urge to puke or burn the entire world down. It isn’t what needs to happen and you know that you need to tread lightly, letting the archer talk as she needs. 

She doesn’t say anything, and when you open your mouth to try and fill the air nothing comes out. Instead you sit there, both of you, the sound of beeping the only thing that could be heard. It wasn’t awkward, or tense, but it made you want to cry either way. Her heavy head falling onto your shoulder, comforts the both of you, as thoughts fill the air. 

“I want to forget it or at least act like it didn’t happen.” Her voice is small, hesitant and a little strained as she tries to understand her own emotions. 

You immediately want to shut it down, knowing that she’s just going to internalize this again and it will ruin her mind. Trying to be gentle about your worries, you rub your thumb over her covered arm and try to look into her eyes. “Kate..is that really the best thing?” 

She refuses to meet your gaze, shrugging a bit helplessly. “No. I know it isn’t but that’s the issue. It’s not the best thing, but it’s the thing that will get me to survive this. I don’t want to break right now. I don’t ever want to break but I think my mind needs a minute to deal with everything by itself. I need a minute to not let this ruin everything. The world is bigger than those two, especially now.” 

Your heart stutters, dropping into your stomach. Nothing you did that day you regret, and you’re actually deep down proud of what you did to them, but taking lives isn’t something you ever thought you would have done. You did what you needed to, and you know that if you hadn’t that Peter would be dead right now. You aren’t sure what all would have happened to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Nodding, you leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

Her ocean eyes, filled with violent whirlpools and crashing waves, finally meet yours. “Please, just do this for me. Just for now. I’ll think about it, work on it, when everything feels less crumbly.” 

Finally you force a smile, cringing internally when she gives you a look. “Okay. I promise. Once everything else feels less crumbly, then we will work on this. We will work at your pace and I will make sure that everyone else does, as long as you can promise the same for me.” 

You see her go to argue that, but immediately snaps her jaw closed. Kate sighs and just nods her head slowly, “Fine we both agree.” A beat of silence before she’s pushing herself up. “Can..we talk about the other thing, so that we can think of something else. Something that maybe we can fix.” After you give her a look to continue she shakes her body as she tries to get her thoughts into order. 

The archer is glaring at the white blankets, rolling the scratchy plastic band around her wrist. “First…I don’t want to tell them what happened exactly. Natasha already reacted badly to the first time, I don’t want to cause anything else to happen like that. I don’t want to break the dynamic any more.” 

“Baby, I don’t think that is on you or your story. I think something else is going on, with both of them.” She gives you a curious look, but it just leaves you shrugging. “Honestly, I’m not sure. They haven’t told me anything either and it’s getting really frustrating.” 

“So, how do we fix it?” Kate’s voice is small and it makes you practically growl, annoyance and anger building in your body. 

“I’ll deal with it. I think I know how to get them to break.” She looks at you, wanting to complain that she doesn’t want you to do it alone but the look of determination on your face is a sign that you weren’t going to back down. 

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“We can’t keep fighting.” The two were sitting across from each other, staring one another down as they met up to try and figure out how to fix the situation that they found themselves in. Natasha was unable to mask her anxiety, almost immediately trying to talk her partner out of fighting. 

A sharp nod, and a slightly sarcastic eye roll, confirms Wanda’s agreement. “Finally something we agree on.”  

The ginger is so frantic that she doesn’t even call the younger girl out on her attitude. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ever. Not even when we were leaving.” 

“Can we stop talking around what we need to do, please Natialia. It’s exhausting and at this point we’re both on the verge of losing everything. It’s been days, we can’t keep pushing everything off. Not everything is going to wait until you’re ready.” The Sokovian pinches her nose, trying to fight off the pending headache as she thinks about the next fight that she would endure. 

Sneering, Nat barely jabs back before deciding that it isn’t worth it right now to continue. “Sorry, your majesty. What exactly is it that you think we need to do? At this point I think we’ve gone past casually talking about it, haven’t we?” 

It’s almost like Wanda gives up, hands flopping uselessly to her sides as she just pleadingly looks at the other woman. “Why are you so angry? What about this entire thing is making you angry? Hmm? I just wanted you to let Kate in, that’s it. She opened up to us for the first time and you shut down. I understand you were scared of your reaction but Nat… you just have to deal with that.” 

“I’m angry at those guys. I’m angry at the fact that for four years that giggly silly girl was crushed every single day, her innocence and happiness ripped away from her like it was nothing. I’m angry because..I broke my own rules and now I have to deal with the aftermath.” The widow is gaping at Wanda as if she’s surprised she isn’t reacting this way. She doesn’t really understand how someone can act so calmly when it comes to the situation. 

The brunette pushes the subject just a bit more, nervous that the more she broaches the topic the faster the other one will shut down. “You don’t know it’ll turn out badly. Why are you thinking negatively? It’s just causing more issues.” 

“Are you not? If you didn’t have a bad feeling about everything, then why are you still hiding? When are you going to tell your precious detka how you truly feel?” Natasha laughs, a mocking sassy sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. She knew that Wanda was terrified but she was tired of being told that she was the only one scared of the outcome. 

“What does that mean?” Your quiet voice breaks the quiet sounds of the ginger’s laugh dying out, and it causes the two to spin around to look at you with doe eyed looks. 

“Oh, Makyshka. When did you get here?” The two share a panicked look, a dash of shame and guilt. 

Rubbing at your arms, you try to recoil into yourself as you realize that you were being impolite by listening to a conversation that you know was not meant for you. “I heard Daddy yelling, I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I just.. Please tell me what’s going on.”  

“Девочка, please..” Natasha tries to plead with you, but you’re past listening and being a quiet thing. 

You know she’s shocked when you interrupt her, but you have to keep your confidence and push on. “No, you guys always say that you’ll tell me when you’re ready but I’m ready. Doesn’t that matter? It’s been months like this. Months of tense situations that I don’t know how to defuse.” You know that you’re being unfair as you stare at them with your best pleading eyes, your body almost bending in on itself as you can feel the urge to kneel for them; your posture training pushing you into the best place to beg for something. 

Wanda speaks up, trying to ease your tension and your anxiety. She knew that it was getting frustrating, and that with everything going on you have been getting more impatient than ever. “Of course it matters Little One, we’re just trying to figure out our thoughts and feelings. We just want to be able to come to you when it’s all figured out.” 

“No. Okay. No. Delta, Red.” The two words feel foreign falling from your lips, something that you never took lightly. You knew that the two of them hadn’t heard you hard safe word in years, the three of you truly melding together so well that slowing down and having amazing aftercare helped any situation that any of you felt unsure about.  

The two freeze, the words sinking in as they stare at you. You haven’t used your safe word recently, especially not in a situation like this. This isn’t the normal break in conversation, but instead it’s tense and it’s almost like you paused a movie right at the climax. 

You’re shaking your head, jaw tense as you try to gather your emotions. This isn’t something you think you should go into irrationally, but it’s hard to keep control of everything when you don’t even know what you’re trying to control. “I can’t keep doing this on your schedule. Okay? This isn’t something that can just take a year or more. It’s tearing us apart and I can’t be the one that saves us, so talk. Talk or I’m walking out of here because I can’t handle this, and for once it’s going to be me who needs that break.” 

The silence screams out between the three of them, and you can feel your heart start racing. You never actually wanted to walk out, never wanted to take a break but you would if you had to. The stress of this situation, becoming the keeper of the dynamic, was all too much for you and you needed a solution. Leaving wasn’t your first choice but it was an option, and you would take it if you had to. 

It’s Natasha who speaks up, finally breaking the silence after what seems like an hour. You can tell she’s hesitant, and trying to prompt the witch into saying something but you no longer cared to be patient. “It’s complicated, detka, and we don’t want to say anything that we would regret. The situation can be really sensitive if we do things too early, or put things into existence that maybe we don’t actually feel. We just want to understand the things going on in our head before we start putting id–” 

“I love you Мой красивый ангел.” 

You freeze, watching the ginger’s eyes widen before both of you slowly turn to Wanda. The witch is staring determinedly at the floor, tugging at a stray string on the blanket. Her emerald eyes are distant, almost foggy as she avoids the two of you. It’s the first time that you’ve seen her like this, even the day that she left for her mission she wasn’t this nervous. It was more sad, and maybe a little panic the night before but nothing like this. 

Natasha gulps and for the first time in years the older widow sees the eighteen year old that sat in the back of the quinjet after the fight in Sokovia. The widow remembers it distinctly, watching the young girl protectively sit next to her brother’s body the entire flight to America. Steve had wanted to at the very least put him below deck so that she didn’t have to stare at him, unconcerned about anyone but Wanda’s feelings, but the young girl had growled out a sob every time anyone else even got close to him. 

It had been years since the witch showed such vulnerability, the mask she came to love left her stoic and in charge. She had felt lost and completely spiraling after her brother’s passing, and she had vowed to never be that again. While it was a fight for a bit, Wanda had quickly mastered that and no one ever saw her truly and transparently real. 

“I..I know you do..you always tell me th–” You were cut up, but it was probably for the better. The ability to form sentences was hard as your brain began to short circuit, really not understanding what was going on.  

Wanda sighs, fingers wiggling before she forms a fist. She’s trying to dig her nails into her palm, to calm herself as she prepares for rejection. “No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time now and just ignored it because that’s not what you needed from me. It isn’t even what you need from me now, but after a year away from you my ability to hide it got worse. I know that you are with Kate, and I know that you two are dating but I just don’t think I can hide it effectively from you anymore. I don’t want this to change anything but if you’re not comfortable with this anymore then we can deal with that, find a solution even if that means me leaving.” 

Nodding, you take your time to absorb the information you just learned. It wasn’t something that necessarily surprised you. You had always dreamed of this day, a thing that you always thought was just slightly out of reach. The idea of someone like Wanda being in love with you was insane to you, this all powerful witch wanting to love a struggling college student. Unsure of what to say, you decide against saying anything. Instead you walk over to her on shaky legs, vision blurry and reach out to her. Taking her hand you lay it against your ribcage, the mark blazing beneath her touch. Uncertain forest eyes raise to meet yours, and your heart cracks a bit at the tears building. The bright red rim almost like a dam wall, refusing to break and let the flood of tears flow. 

What you don’t see is Natasha, awkward at her core, looking away so she doesn’t intrude. She lets her gaze settle on a few bunnies outside, playing before a flash of dark purple catches in her peripheral vision. There in the doorway stands a frozen, wide eyed Kate in a baggy sweat suit and bandages all over. A small twitch of the widow’s finger and the archer is silently crossing the room, just barely interrupting the scene in front of her before settling next to the ginger. 

It takes a moment, even after the archer enters the room, for the two of you to finally break apart. Your eyes immediately search for the only deep water that you find solace in, a fleeting moment between you all you need to comfortably dig yourself into Wanda’s side. Stretching out to get comfy, your feet end up in Kate’s lap and it almost feels like once again you are the bridge but it doesn’t feel horrible for the moment. 

The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking and looking around avoiding gazes. It’s a beautiful day, a light snow is coming down even though it’s well into spring at this point. Irony in the weather matches the feeling inside the room. 

Kate is squirming as she finally breaks the silence, awkwardly spilling out her words quickly. “I’m sorry that I had to be saved last week. I shouldn’t have frozen like that. I could have taken them both out without any help, and I shouldn’t have gotten so cocky and vengeful.” 

The archer’s apology hangs in the air for a moment, an unspoken conversation happening between the older women before Wanda steps up and tries to calm the younger Avenger’s fears. “Malý kríženec, that wasn’t your fault. We’ve all had moments like that. I know it isn’t something that you want to hear, but as heroes we are in theory going to lose many more times than others. It’s about how we get back up and put ourselves back into the game.” 

Stubborn as usual, you watch your girlfriend shake her head aggressively. Refusing to believe it wasn’t her fault, she tries to argue the perfectly logical answer. “I caused issues and I know that, especially when I called Yelena. I don’t even know why I called her and I definitely didn’t know that she was going to go get back up, but it wasn’t my intention. I just panicked and I didn’t want to bother anyone, and she had told me she wasn’t doing anything. I think I just barely mumbled her name and the suit just took it upon itself to call her. I didn’t want her to bring anyone else, I promise.” 

You have to finally sit up a little, interrupting her anxiety filled ramble. “Once again, I can handle myself. I think I did just fine.” You know they mean the best, but you need them to realize that you can fight and do what is needed when you are called upon. 

Feeling Wanda physically sigh, before she’s tilting your head up to look at her. She has a forced smile on her face and you know that she’s trying to reign in her own emotions. “You did, but you’re our precious little thing and while we know you can tough it out with the best of us…we don’t want you to have to. “ The witch slowly moves your head to nod, a knowing look as she watches puff out your cheeks defiantly. 

The clock ticking, as the four of you go quiet grates your nerves but you know that there is something else going on. You aren’t sure what but you know that the tension between Wanda and Natasha still isn’t gone. 

“Can I ask…what I interrupted?” Your girlfriend’s voice is small, wary of overstepping. 

You look at Wanda, letting her decide when she would tell Kate. She’s not even looking at you though, glaring at a light’s reflection on the ground. It’s almost like you can see each brick of the wall the brunette is building, a protective barrier as she attempts to guard herself from the inevitable. 

It’s Natasha clearing her throat that makes the witch’s head snap up, glaring at the redhead. The assassin raises her eyebrow, a challenge between the two. You are looking out the window naively at the point, having grown bored of the silence. 

“This isn’t something that I want to cause any changes between us, and at the end of the day nothing has to happen.” Everyone’s eyes shift to look at the witch, but hers are shut as she keeps her head down. “I know that technically we opened our dynamic to you, not the other way around, and that it doesn’t mean you are open to anything else. I just…” 

You can almost see the chaos sparking off of her as she starts panicking, and you can see Kate sit up straighter. It’s the first time in a very long time that she’s starting to lose control, and you know that you have to do something, to settle the emotions within her. It’s simple, your hand on hers, but effective as her muscles start to relax. Everyone else in the room almost breathes a sigh of relief but not you, breath stuck in your throat as you wait for the witch to say what she needed to in front of the archer. 

It takes a few minutes for her to start speaking again, but when she does it’s rushed and the accent that she works so hard to conceal comes back in full force. “I love hračka. It isn’t the normal love that I think everyone always thought I had for them, but I’m in love with them. I know your relationship isn’t technically open, and I’m sorry that this is a thing that is even happening. I know that I broke multiple boundaries and at this point it is completely up to you two what you want.” 

Finally Wanda looks up, eye flickering between the two of you but ultimately lands on Kate. The archer almost zones out, a blank look on her face before she starts laughing. It’s light and it makes you roll your eyes, the girl can only stay serious for so long. “Wanda, I know.” 

The look of bewilderment on the witch’s face makes the rest of you break out in laughter as well, she’s stuttering and just speechless. “Look, you can’t look at someone like you look at them and not be in love with them.” Kate finally stops laughing, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to poke playfully at the witch. “I for a long time would watch the way you talk to her, and look at her and think you were absolutely nuts for not falling in love. I thought it was absolutely insane that you hadn’t tried to become something more because I could tell almost from the beginning that you felt more than just ownership over them. When you look at them, I see what I feel and I knew that that could be dangerous. I knew that maybe when you figured out your feelings that it could mean the downfall of our relationship, but I don’t think that it has to.” 

The two of them stare at each as the younger brunette’s voice dies out. You aren’t sure what the two are waiting for, and for once you aren’t sure how to help. Thankfully Wanda breaks the silence quickly, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to cup the archer’s cheek. 

Her thumb is rubbing along the blush that has made its way to her cheeks, “I want you to take some time kríženec. Now that I’ve said it, mull over it. Think about it, both of you. Talk about it, and see where you both would be comfortable. We’ll go from there okay?” She waits for both of you to nod before she settles back into her seat again. 

Blinking and watching as Kate giggles to herself a little, you finally bring up the next topic. “Is…that all you guys wanted to talk about?” You can’t help the apprehension in your voice, noticing how tense Nat is in the corner. 

A pointed cough shakes you as Wanda glares at the ginger, who just sighs and deverts her eyes. “Kate, I want to talk about everything.” 

“...Everything?” The young brunette has wide eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open as she just stares at the older woman. 

Natasha nods slowly, trying to roll her shoulders and prepare herself for everything that she needs to say. “I’ve been..dancing around this for months and I know that it’s caused a lot of issues but I want to say that it had nothing to do with you.”

Wanda can’t help the scoff that leaves her mouth, a fleeting interruption. “Okay.” 

Deciding to ignore the jab, the widow carries on. “I get it, that’s something a lot of people say and don’t mean but I mean it. I’ve been struggling a lot with my own emotions far before you were brave enough and strong enough to open up to Wanda and myself. I took that frustration out on you and that wasn’t fair. Seeing a weakness I thought that it was an easy way out, and honestly it might be one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life.” 

You can already see the tears building up in the ocean eyes from where you are curled up, muscles tensing as you prepare yourself to comfort her. 

“I was mad. Mad that someone could get away with that with no real punishment. I was mad that someone touched you like that and I couldn’t do anything about it. I even tried but I knew that it wasn’t something I had the right to do without you telling me that you wanted me to, so I stopped. I just think I was so focused on the anger side that I forgot that there were other things that mattered.” Her hand halfway raises, almost reaching out to touch the archer before it falls back into her lap. “I let the easiest of emotions run rampant and then I tried to fix it with ridiculous Christmas gifts. That honestly was one of the worst things I’ve done, treating you like a little kid who doesn’t understand what I was doing or someone that could be swayed with shiny new things. I know you’re more than that. You mean more than that to me.” 

Kate’s breath hitches, warmth running through her as the person that she’s been the most afraid of for the past few months finally comes to light. She had begun to truly believe that she had messed everything up, and made the ginger disgusted with her. 

“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry. I know that those words mean nothing at the end of the day, but I will work on it. I will do whatever it takes for you to build that trust and belief in me again.” 

It almost feels weird as you watch the two talk this way. While they were always together for training, both in the dynamic and for the Avengers, this was different. Emotions were always a different type of feeling when scenes and headspaces were talked about, or even when you were just spending time getting to know each other. The way they were right now felt intense, but almost like it was missing something. 

The ginger is quick to clarify everything, her words are rushed and you’re surprised that she hasn’t switched languages yet. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I will work for it. I will show you everything I have, and everything I bring for you, only then will I accept you saying that I deserve for you to accept my apology.” 

Kate is opening and closing her mouth, a slow but steady stream of tears running down her face. She’s laughing at herself, rolling her eyes at her inability to speak. You can see her frustration and anger at herself, the girl never liking when her emotions controlled her entire body. She hated losing control, a thing that only happened in a safe space. 

“You don’t have to talk, дворняга.” Wanda’s voice makes the archer’s head snap over to her. “If you aren’t ready to talk yet, that’s okay. It’s all about your own timing.” The older brunette’s words calm your girlfriend down almost immediately, and you can see her start to relax in her spot. 

Natasha’s head is nodding furiously, agreeing with the witch. “Yes, please take your time. I took mine and I shouldn’t have. You more than deserve to take as much time as you need to figure out everything, and even more to decide if you want to forgive me.” 

The CEO slowly nods her head, pulling her legs up onto her seat so that she can comfortably sit. Her silence effectively ends the conversation, and slowly over the next few hours the four of you go your separate ways. It’s soft and has the illusion of normal, as you kiss each other goodbye mumbling out what time you would be home and where you were going. Responsibilities never end, even as your world was working to build itself back up, and that was something that may have just actually saved the four of you more than you would realize. 

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Wanda pulls away, a concerned look on her face but Kate just shakes her head and pulls her back. There’s no pleading, and no power, just a kiss to confirm that the younger girl wants this. It’s been a little bit since the four of you were together as a full group, and you knew that the archer had been working back up to this. Personally you thought it was too soon, the same concern echoed the first time she had begged you to touch her just days after everything, barely three months after everything but she just wanted to feel something else. You couldn’t fight her, wanting her to have anything that would help her feel comfortable and safe; anything to quiet the screaming voices in her head. 

Sitting between Natasha’s legs as you watch, your body leaning fully on hers as her mouth works against your neck. You are more worried about Kate though, eyes glued to her form watching for any sign of discomfort. “Toy, she came to us. If she wants this, and she did pass all three of our tests then maybe it’s time to let her do what she wants? The doctors medically cleared her.” The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck. 

You want to agree, want to let your mind go blank and listen to her as you always do but you can’t. Unknown knowledge lingers in your mind and it skews your opinion drastically, but you nod anyway. 

The archer is kneeling, a thing that takes you by surprise for a moment, but a soft smile pulls at your lips when you see Wanda slip to her knees in front of her. You can’t quite hear what she says as she leans her forehead against the younger girl’s, waiting until she physically nods to let her magic wrap around her throat. A bright scarlet collar appearing as the mist fades out, a gold accented leash dangling from the D-Ring.  

Sharp nails scratching down your torso pull your attention back to the ginger, a faint stinging pain on your neck where you know her bite mark is prominent. “You ready to play девочка?” Her question is rhetorical at this point as the chaos that your crave engulfs your body and lifts you into the air, it’s moving you around and stripping you. A sense of roughness even in the gentle nature of the day, it’s nice and it’s exactly what you needed to start feeling the fog fill your brain. 

When your knees hit the wooden floor, slight sting makes you flinch, fingers almost immediately tangle in your hair. Pushing you downwards, your face coming to rest against the legs and your ass in the air. Wriggling excitedly, you can’t help but realize what’s happening. It’s a moment that you wished would come, and even with your reservations, this was the best of every scenario you could have thought of. You wait, with bated breath, for permission and when the fingers leave your hair with a sharp snap you rush forward. 

Lips immediately trailing along the legs, forehead affectionately rubbing when you need to breathe. You can hear movement around you, two people prepping and finding different things but all you cared about is how Kate’s quiet whimpers when you kiss along her thighs. Worshiping your girlfriend was always something you wanted to do, spend time just kissing and loving all over her, but even the most cocky of archers struggle with such attention. 

Hands on your hips make you jump, whining as they pull you back a little. You try to push your face forward, get your lips back onto smooth porcelain skin but you’re just out of reach. Natasha shushes you, pulling your body to mold against her. “I know you want to love your little mutt, but you have to pay attention to the rest of us, dove.” 

Grinding back, you happily feel the bulge that you’ve been craving. A tap on your forehead makes you look up, permission to raise your gaze to see Wanda makes your breath catch in your throat. For the first time in five years you see scarlet instead of emerald and it sinks deeply into your soul, a look that you’ll lust after for the rest of your life. “Don’t you want to please Mommy, Little One?” Her voice is so sweet, dripping with honey as the magic swirls around the shining rings on her fingers. It’s mystical and you can’t look away, shaking your head slowly almost as if you were in a daze. 

You can see her sadistic smirk, something that only shows up when she gets exactly what she wants from the trap she plants. Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, watching as your eyes fog over and unfocus. Just as it did from the very beginning her voice, that name, is all it takes for you to slip under the warm mist in your brain; submerging comfortably knowing that everything will be alright. 

Even as your head slips, emptying quickly under the ministrations of the witch, you hand flails at your side searching. When your fingers hit soft skin, digging into the flexing abs, you begin to calm down knowing that your girlfriend is at your side. Sucking on the thumb pushing past your lips, settles your brain even more and you know the worry that you had is disappearing as well. 

The thing about soft moments like this is that you never really know how to react. Soft sex was common between you and Kate, the latter loving spending time spoiling you and just making sure you knew how much you were cherished. Natasha would sometimes be more gentle with you, but even then she was usually still throwing you around a good bit. Sweet times with Wanda were far and few in between, especially during sex. The witch preferred to take what she wanted, and give regardless of what you wanted. You knew that anytime things got too soft that the Sokovian would take a step back, usually to guide and watch instead but you weren’t sure if you wanted that today. 

You’re being pulled backwards, the burn as your skin is dragged against the waxed wood pulls a pathetic whimper from your throat but no one seems to care. Natasha's arms wrap around you and you’re suddenly up right. Your back against your front, her strap lazily thrusting between your thighs is a tease. Even as the whine tears through your gritted teeth, your blurry vision on your girlfriend. She has Wanda pinned against the wall, the two making out and for the first time it’s almost as though there is no real power difference. 

The two of them are desperately groping at once another, hands trailing along each other’s bodies as Kate’s mouth moves down the witch’s neck. You want to go and touch them, but the ginger’s grip on you keeps you in your spot. “Nuh uh pretty toy, you’re going to stay right here. Cockwarming me and watching your precious puppy fuck your mommy. Is that what you want to see?” 

The way “Puppy” falls from the assassin’s lips makes you whine loudly, the effect immediately as you feel yourself clenching around nothing. The arousal spreads across your body like a wildfire, a burn so quick that it almost is too much. You weren’t quite aware of how wet you were before, more focused on trying to keep the peace and serenity but you were no match for any of your owners. Squirming in Natasha’s hold, you aren’t even sure what you are searching for right now. 

Shushing you, the older woman pulls you back to fall into her lap, letting you mindlessly grind on her strap as she watches the other two. “Whenever you’re ready detka, you have all the power right now. Your Mommy is waiting for you to be filled until she tells the mutt to fuck her.” Her voice is soft, almost mumbled against your throat as she marks you even more. 

Your eyes are glued to the way Kate’s hand moves between the witch’s thigh, her teeth sinking into her collarbone over and over again. Even if it looks like the archer is in control you can see the way Wanda moves with her, directing her where she wants her. The rings tangled in the raven hair dragging her head across her own body, tightening whenever she bites too hard. The scene in front of you is intoxicating and you almost feel delirious as you finally start sinking down on the strap being pushed into you, a high pitched whine clawing its way there your teeth. 

The witch opens her eyes, the forest encased in night time as she watches your body stretch to take the ginger’s strap. Nodding she shoves Kate off of her, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. She smiles, entirely too sweet, as she comes close to you. “Look at you, sweet little toy, all stretched out on your Daddy’s cock. I bet you feel so full right now, so wet dripping around her.” She barely makes a clicking sound, a quick indication to the young Avenger behind her. “Are you ready for your show, little one?” She barely waits for you to nod, the feeling of the archer rubbing her strap through her wet folds too enticing. 

You’re all too distracted, watching Wanda’s lips move as she speaks to you. You want nothing more than to kiss her, but your eyes go wide when her mouth drops open. A breathy moan tumbling from her o shaped mouth, and your mind catches up when you see Kate thrusting behind her. Struggling in Natasha’s lap, you want to push forward and kiss her but the ginger tightens her hold on you. “Nuh uh, you get to sit there and leak all over my strap while your Mommy gets fucked. Isn’t she so pretty, why don’t you open those legs a little bit and give her something to look at while your Mutt does all the work?” 

The way your mind swims should be enough for you to realize that you were too far gone to remember any of this later, but you were practically praying to any deity that would listen to let you dream about it every night. Watching how the archer ruts into the witch is making you drool, the coil in your stomach starts tightening each time you subconsciously clench around the strap stuffed inside you. Natasha is forcing your legs open, rose flush rushing up your neck at how exposed you are. 

Wanda’s voice is strong, though it cracks with each rough thrust from Kate. “Look at your pretty little cunt, all puffy and stretched around your Daddy’s cock.” Even as her eyes start to roll, a detail that Natasha takes note of irritably, the witch exudes haughtiness. A trait that you derisively find sexy, something that on most people you hate. 

Her moans are getting louder and with a shaky hand Wanda reaches out to you, swiping her thumb over your neglected clit she chuckles at how your hips jump. Dipping her finger into the wetness coating your thigh, she sucks it into her mouth and dramatically moans. It shouldn’t make you whine, but you can’t help yourself. You want to be the one who is sucking on her fingers, but when she reaches down to tilt your head up you wiggle excitedly. Wanda’s lips barely graze yours when her forehead falls forward, bonking into yours as her body tenses. 

Kate’s giggles, a sound too high pitched and almost innocent, as she watches the witch tighten around her and her wetness gush. She’s made the older brunette cum before but this, this way has given her so much confidence and she can watch as her entire back arches. 

By the time the archer pulls out of Wanda, scrambling to clean up so that she can continue, you’re squirming and begging Natasha to touch you. The ginger is almost bored, scrolling through her phone as Wanda pulls herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She’s slipping her legs open, a smirk tugging at her lips when she sees she’s caught your attention again. “I know you want to taste, little one, but you haven’t earned it yet.” 

Kate comes into your view, blocking where the witch is, but your mouth drops open instinctively as her strap slaps against your cheek. She hums and lets you suck on it as you want, “You’re so pretty baby, filled and still so desperate for cock. Maybe you should beg your Daddy to make you cum, think you can do that?” 

Her voice is so sweet, and light, a taunting tone following up and making you nod as you stare up at her. Tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you forward just enough for you to gag before letting you go. “Cmon chew toy, I don’t hear you asking for anything.” The more she slowly thrusts into your mouth, the more the muffled begging gets lost and it makes all three of them laugh at you. 

Taking pity on you, Natasha drops her phone and finally grips your hips with both hands. Starting to move you, bouncing slowly, the ginger meets each movement with a small snap of her own hips. Already struggling to move, she rolls her eyes knowing that you were entirely too worked up for teasing or edging. “You know, I thought this was going to be a nice long little session toy but you’re already tight and dripping all over me. Making such a big mess for someone who wants to be used all night long.” 

Your pathetic whining just makes both the assassin and the archer snort at you, and you’re trying to shake your head. You don’t want to cum so quickly, the coil in your stomach is tight and the arousal is overloading your brain. This wasn’t what you were trained for, you could handle teasing and could go for hours. Your brain is too foggy and you just mumble around the strap fucking your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you try to ward off the orgasm that is rapidly being shoved your way. 

Each time the ginger snaps her hips into yours, you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge but it isn’t her movements that make you lose control. Years of training and practice have caused you to be prideful in how well you could take whatever the two oldest women give you, but when Kate pulls out of your mouth to kneel in front of you something changes. The butterflies in your stomach start flying, fluttering around, as she reaches to wrap her hand around your throat. It’s tight and warm, but grounding as she pulls your face forward just enough to kiss you softly. A whispered declaration of love melting against your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to tumble over the edge clumsily; every ounce of control obliterated. 

You’re being laid out on the bed by the time you open your eyes again, the fog in your mind trying to to drag you back under. Wanda leans over you, a gentle smile on her face as she cups your cheek. “Did your puppy’s pretty words get to you, Мой красивый ангел?” She chuckles as she watches you nod, slapping your cheek gently to wake you up. “Stay awake a bit longer, little one. We aren’t quite done with you yet.” She pushes your chin so that you look over to where Natasha is straddling Kate, grinding on her thigh as the archer sucks on her neck. 

Whining you try to get up but scarlet mist wraps around you and drags you back, you settle your body into hers. A comfort that sinks deep into your bones as she wraps her arms around you, her head falling to your shoulder as she watches the two with you. “Our Pup has just too much energy, my toy, we gotta give her some toys to play with huh?” 

Hearing the sentence, something you had wished to hear for over a year now causes your entire body to turn a faint maroon color. It’s dark as it spreads across your torso and Wanda leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a loving smile spreading across her face. Everything isn’t okay in the world, and maybe it never would be, but right now this is what you begged for every single night. It’s different, and it makes your mind swirl more aggressively than you ever felt. “I’m pretty glad you brought her home to us, the best puppy that we could have ever even dreamt of my little one. Thank you.” 

You know the night is nowhere near the end, but watching as the ginger and the archer roll around is something you would pause the entire world for. Giggles as the assassin calms down from her high, you see the two come together. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth of the witch pull you back under your fog. The worries of any issues would be for another day, instead you focus on the happiness of all your favorite people being truly home for the first time.

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Shivers rack your body as you curl up in on yourself more, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The cold is almost leaking from the window you’re sitting next to, thin glass the only thing separating you and the piles of pillowy snow. It’s almost like winter is staying around just because of everything happening, and it makes you a bit sad. Spring is about new beginnings but the four of you, even now, seem to be dragging your feet. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now, silly girl?” Kate’s hand nudges you as she finishes slipping a hoodie on, her voice soft and sleep filled. 

Even if you weren’t necessarily happy with how she is handling things, you can’t help how your eyes shine when you see her lazy smile. “I could say the same to you, weren’t you just snoring your life away not even ten minutes ago?” Your heart flutters when she rolls her eyes at you, pouting dramatically as she flops down and wraps her arms around you.  

The silence settles on the two of you comfortably, curling around you as you two melt into each other. It’s an easy thing to do with her, get lost in thought when you are in the safety of one another. 

Kate leaves a few kisses on your forehead before letting her own lean gently against your temple, a shaky but almost relieved breath soft against your cheek. “You know, the world seems so big right now.”  

“For such a little pup?” It’s light and teasing, and your heart stutters when you see Kate bashfully turn her head. 

You reach up, gently touching her chin to turn her head back towards you. Before you even get to say something, the archer leans over and steals a quick kiss. “I just…it feels real now? Not trying to say this entire thing felt fake or anything before but something changed tonight.” 

Nodding along, you stay silent; emotion strangling you into submission. A violent storm brews within you, anxiety and fear trying to keep you under water. You hate this shaky feeling, thinking the worst of the worse but you can’t help it. The early morning wasn’t supposed to go like this, not when your girlfriend stumbled out of bed over to you, but instead you can’t help where your brain goes as per usual. The darkness always finds home within you and some days it’s harder to hide it than others, but you almost wish you could always hide it from the archer. She was too perfect, and you wanted to protect her from all the wicked gloom in the world; even if that meant from you. 

Kate sighs, knowing that you’re falling into the hole in your head. Trying to pull you back, explain herself and somehow create a new beginning for everyone. “I know it isn’t going to fix everything, or whatever issues everyone has, but it sort of feels like it’s at least all out on the table. Doesn’t it?” Ocean eyes raise to meet yours, hopeful and it crushes you to not agree. “What…what’s wrong?” 

“Something still feels off, something they aren’t telling us. Maybe it’s me and I’m just overthinking, but for whatever reason I feel like…” You pause, nervous to voice your absurd thoughts but when the archer’s calloused thumb rubs along your shin you take a deep breath. “I’m here for foundation, and glue, but what now? I’m thrilled that my favorite people are at least open to get along, and to learning each other in a better way but what happens when my primary job isn’t needed anymore?” 

You hate how young you sound, barely even being able to put together an intelligent sentence. The women around you could say the biggest words, most professional sounding things even when their anger blinds them but you could barely say your own emotions without feeling like crying. 

The brunette blinks at you, processing your words slowly. Her gaze wanders back out the window as she takes her time to think her next words through. “I never looked at you like the foundation. I may have leaned on you a bit, and maybe even hid behind you during some really emotional moments but I never wanted to put you in a situation like that. If I did, I deeply apologize. I would never want to do that to you, and thinking about it I can see times when I might have pushed how much I leaned on you. Making you become the center of the world, a have all or have none situation was not my intent. I will work on changing that, truly. I want you to know that growing and becoming what you need is all I care about, if that means I’m not what anyone else wants then I’ll learn to live with that.” Even when the girl tries to put her deepest thoughts into a well put together speech, she still somehow rambles and she knows it from the slight rose color making its way up her neck. 

The need to interrupt Kate is strong, guilt as you realize you pushed your insecurities on her. She never really made you feel like that, at least not a distinct moment. These feelings mostly are just in your head, but you’re struggling to breath and all you can do is nod. The thoughts in your head were fear, fear of losing Kate and the relationship you built because of a dynamic that you were the foundation for. 

She reaches up, a sullen sigh falling from her lips when you flinch, but it doesn’t deter her from gently turning your head. The knowing look in her eyes makes your own fill with tears. “I know you’re in your head, baby, but I love you. We’re two different people and we are trying to merge lives, but I will do anything and everything I can to make sure that your time with me isn’t too stressful. I aim to be a place of happiness and warmth for you, a place where you feel at home and safe. I want to be a place for you to rest, not a place for your brain to be overactive and horrible to you. I understand that I can’t prevent everything, nor can I shield you from life but what I can do is choose you every single day. Each moment that I am awake or asleep, busy or lounging, you are the one I pick. Sweet thing, everything about you is all I need and want. I will choose you, and your happiness, over everything. I love you now, then and forever….” 

You know she’s waiting for you to finish what she said, a tradition that started over a year ago, but something stops you. It’s almost like she knew that nothing you actually said out loud was the issue, seeing right past forcing your issues onto her and instead seeing the real fear underneath it all. The last pet name she used is one that you know she only uses in special moments, a thing that strikes deeper into your heart more than anything else. Staring up at her, you can’t even think of a response; at least not one worthy of her speech. This girl has truly changed your life, and you don’t care if your entire life is ruined as long as she is there. You know with her that the two of you will always find a way out of whatever issue you may find yourselves in. 

Tugging her forward, you practically sob into the kiss. Her lips molding against yours, taking over quickly when you can barely focus. It doesn’t last long, when she realizes you’ve fallen into giggling. Kate rolls her eyes good-naturedly, waiting for the inevitable. You wish you weren’t so predictable but your girlfriend doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into her shoulder. 

“I love you, pup.” 

“I love you too, brat.”

“Now, then, and forever.” 

“Evermore.” 

#kitmoas writes #k: TGU main #k: training grounds #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #yelena belova #steve rogers #tony stark #peter parker #nick fury #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw

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10 Favorite Complex Characters in BL

This post sparked by @solitaryandwandering ‘s question here. 

Essentially they wanted to know some of my favorite fully realized (deep) characters rather than one dimensional archetypes. This is a challenge in BL. Especially for fans like me who are often attracted to characters with the least screen time, because we can make them whatever we want with our imaginations.

But this is about portrayal of complex, thoughtful, well rounded characters. The least artificial, tropey, and archetypal. I started this blog to track the later, not the former. Because the former is all too often in the gritty, sad, dark, heavily queer narratives. But I will take up the challenge and confine myself to picking leads only.

1. Nosue

Actually the first character who came to mind when asked this question. I have talked about Old Fashion Cupcake at length and I ADORE Togawa, but Nosue is a much more complicated character. He is outgoing, popular, and a blatant flirt, but closed off and lonely. He knows he is in trouble, and he knows he did it to himself, but can’t figure out how to get out of his life state or malaise. He is profoundly self aware and instinctively empathic, while being entirely unable to understand how anyone actually feels about him. He can see his own flaws but not anyone else’s. He has capacity to love but doesn't trust himself to do so, and cannot recognize affection when it surrounds him. This character could only be at this point in his life journey, no younger character or actor could ever have carried off this role with all its contrasts and nuance. He is the opposite of one dimensional. He’s almost 4th dimensional, where he occupies time and space on this plane of existence is an integral part of his identity.

2. Ae

Crazy to put a Mame character on this list but I defy you to dislike Ae from Love By Chance. He was probubly my first great love in the arena of complex characters in BL. He comes off as deceptively simple at first, and then we keep learning things about him - his demi nature contrasted to his tough defensive personality. His instant and unprecedented affection and need to care for the lost hurt extremely shy rich gay boy is both very weird and totally understandable. We know his character: sarcastic, brash, grumpy, and street smart but also loyal and casually affectionate. Pete permits Ae to showcase his best and softest nature, without any risk of hurt or damage. (Although Ae can, of course, damage Pete with his ignorance.) Watching Ae figure out himself, and what his strange sudden need to look after Pete is all about (love rather than friendship) is such a joyful ride. For all his rough exterior we know Ae will make it through his own confusion into solid affection, there is no other way his character would allow them to be. Ae is very solid in himself as a person, even if he has some shock realizing that personhood is queer. The fact that Perth acted this complex of a part when his was 16 is mind boggling. What Mame did to Ae’s character in LBC2 is unforgivable.

3. JiWoo

To My Star 1 & 2. I didn’t like the 2nd installment, but that doesn’t mean I didn't understand it or his character’s behavior, because it was set up so well in the first. (I just didn’t enjoy the pacing or structure of season 2.) 

Korea doesn’t normally specialize in complex characters for their BL. In fact, they tend to go for the most archetypal, which is fine with me. I mean Semantic Error is top of my list and those 2 couldn’t be more basic archetypes. Okay, so why does Korea do this? Well partly because Korea doesn't have enough screen time to build backstory, and also because of their “queer bubble” perspective we never get depth of character from home life, parents, or coming out sequences.

JiWoo is the opposite. We learn (eventually) all about him but that isn’t even particularly necessary. JiWoo has walls, tall thick well-established walls, but it is very clear those walls are from being hurt by the world. Slowly we learn bits of why, but what makes JiWoo deep and complicated, is that despite his walls we can still see him falling in love. And who does he pick? The most inappropriate person for someone scared of being hurt: a capricious, outgoing, sunshine, famous actor. And a man. It’s like JiWoo’s own heart wants to give hem more reasons to build more walls. Every time JiWoo allows himself the luxury of that despite-himself-charmed sudden bright smile, our hearts break for him. Because it cost him, and will cost him, so much to be happy. Because of what he has allowed the world to do to him, and his own natural reactions to it. JiWoo doesn’t want to be loved because he is terrified of loving someone back, because he knows how much of himself he is willing to give up when he does that. And who, in all honestly, hasn’t been there?

4. Yuzuru

Seven Days. I know, I KNOW. Look, I realize his is a character type that Japan explores often. But that doesn’t make him any less interesting or complex. Yuzuru is beautiful but also very bold, brash, blunt, uncompromising, and stubborn, and he won’t change himself for any reason. This blatant mercurial individualism in a culture that finds such behavior confusing at best and worth crushing at worst, enables Yuzuru’s classic tsundere behavior beautifully. Yuzuru shows us how deep characterization can be activated to bolster one of the genre’s most enduring archetypes, and that’s really fun to watch. Yuzuru is not just “tsundere with good reason,” (which is all we can usually hope for) he’s tsundere with INTENT. His love for Sereyo springs from his conflict with society, because for the first time someone likes him not despite his uncompromising personality, but because of it.

5. Amber

DNA Says Love You. The ultimate complicated character who could have been profoundly miss-handled with one tiny misstep. But this performance got handed off to an actor who made the character incandescent instead. Amber is extremely scared and keeps his identity and past intentionally hidden from us and the other characters, which easily could have felt manipulative or frustrating for audiences. Instead, we feel that this is for very good reason, so much so that the twist isn’t a twist anymore. Instead of hiding and lying without fault, instead of being a wet blanket without reason, Amber hurts to lie but does it because he wants one taste of what could have been. He doesn't expect anything more. He expects to be shunned. And he is gentle and kind and sweet about it, because that is who he is as a person, even as he struggles to protect himself and his new friends from the truth. It was deft handling of questionable content, and we don’t get adroitness from Taiwan often. Because of the way Amber is portrayed the character seems more deep and complex. This is one of those where the actor brought much more to the role than the role provided, and it’s rather remarkable to watch.

6. Thun

He’s Coming to Me. Imagine growing up as a kid who can see ghosts, but being mature enough from the start not to tell anyone about it. Then imagine falling in love with the ghost of your mother’s ex-boyfriend. Oh the drama of it all! Ohm is in peak form for this role, and his performance is outstanding. Thun is a very lovable character, brash and open, but treasuring this intense secret, while being devoted to uncovering other people’s truths. Thun is able to stand up to authority in a way that is beaten out of most men of his age and social status. His relationship to his mother, to his friends, and to his lover is varied and nuanced, and that gives him, the cheerful himbo character, so much more nuance too, because he is so clearly defined by all the tendrils and threads that anchor him to reality, vital when one lives partly stuck in the afterlife. 

7. Shun

His the movie. Another character type that Japan loves, the introvert, and another execution where it is given reason and intent. Shun always had it in him to withdraw in order to protect himself from the world, but after Nagisa left him, he withdrew from the world entirely. His is about the world trying to reclaim him. The tiny country retirement village who adopted him while he wasn’t looking. Add to that Nagisa, and his daughter, coming back. What we watch is Shun’s quiet struggle to accept all three, despite the hurt that opening himself back up to relationships (family, fatherhood, lover) carries with it. He is a wonderfully complex character.

8. Pete

The Kiss series and Dark Blue Kiss. Tay’s portrayal of Pete is consistent even across a conflicted timeline and some weird narrative choices. By the time DBK rolls around we know exactly who Pete is. In any other hands this kind of drawn-out tsundere seme would have been very one dimensional. But Pete is complicated for your standard himbo bisexual character. He’s conflicted about his responsibilities as a son but proud to have the support of such a kind father, frustrated about not being open but not intersted in being famous. His love is devoted, but he is a capricious person. He isn’t very academically smart but he has a high emotional IQ, he reads people well. He is quick to anger but also quick to forgive. He is fiercely loyal even to his ex-boyfriend, but also willfully obtuse. For a character who, in Thailand’s hands, should have been one note, Pete is as consuming and as sweeping as the intro music to DBK, and just like that music a bit overdramatic. But I love this drama queen clown.

9. Mork

My Ride’s Mork is kinda like the Ae of the next generation. He’s more lively and cheerful, less of a grump, but he does represent for the lower class. Struggling with money, work, family, and romance, he falls deeply in love with a doctor even though he thinks he hasn’t anything to offer. Mork’s struggles around bisexual identity play second fiddle to the fact that Tawan is already in love with someone else and socially so far above him that Mork consigns himself to friendship. He knows how to love though, and he does it deeply and from the sidelines, as a support network and as a friend to Tawan. And he would have willingly stayed there, had Tawan had a happy relationship. It’s really great to see pining executed from start to finish, as in: Mork isn’t a “pining since childhood” trope. We see him meet and like Tawan as a friend, fall in love with him, and then have to take a back seat and wait for his love to be returned. Mork has a developed depth of character because of this, and we are never angry with him for this behavior. We know exactly why he does it, and we too are willing to wait. A Thai pulp that not only requires patience (they all do) but teaches it? That’s some great characterization.

Also, SINGLE DIMPLE. (Look, these characters may be deep, but I’m not.)

10. Noh

Love Sick. Another very young actor handed an extremely complicated role and pulling it off with aplomb. Noh is awkward and popular, sweet and tough, kind and loving, and really profoundly unwilling to hurt. Watching him slowly fall in love with Phun, and Phun’s casual rich-kid entitled hot/cold affection, is heart wrenching. Watching Noh tackle Yuri’s demanding attentions while not wanting to cause her pain, even though he is deeply in love with someone else, hurts us, and both of them. Love Sick is a great coming of age narrative. It handles all the ramifications of queerness that a kid of that age might deal with but with in a dexterous and deeply private way. Plus Noh’s LINES. The words Captain gets to say are some of the greatest ever scripted in BL.

“It is a terrible thing not knowing where the line is between us.”

Could there be any better way of putting the conflict over moving from friends to lovers? From heterosexual to something more? The fear of not knowing if you should move towards romance when friendship is put at risk. COME ON. Noh is a remarkable character.

Honorable mention:

Hasimoto

My Love Mix Up. Trust Japan to take the character that any other country would have turned into evil femme fetale and make her the heroine of this narrative. She’s a spectacular character, she handles her own crush and other people’s with humor and aplomb. She is fiercely defensive of her friends, tiny but mighty. One she decides to love someone, she does it with every fiber of her being, even though she can get very shy. We don’t know a ton about her, because she is a support role, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying all the layers that are revealed about her during the course of this narrative. One of my favorite things about this show was watching her and Aoki’s friendship grow and evolve, more so even than Aoki and Ida’s romance.

White & Black

Gun’s execution of the twins in Not Me. I doubted he could do it. He did it. Each one was complicated and different and so was their relationship. All the cheering, it was IMPRESSIVE. 

Some others I considered but did not make the list for various reasons: 

Tutor in Why R U? 

Dean in Until We Meet Again 

Pick in Puppy Honey 

Vald in Like in the Movies 

SiWon in Blueming

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May - June - July: Part II (Fallout TV Show - Lucy x The Ghoul) [Part I] [Link to AO3]

By the time the Ghoul returned, Lucy was sitting innocently on the dryer with the can of Cram popped open (and her vault suit zipped to the top stop). Her feet lightly swung in the air while she poked a fork at the processed meat; it was a little grayer than what she was used to eating back in the vault, and the few bites she managed weren’t settling well in her stomach.

She should have gone with the okay-looking yucca fruit.

“Find anything?” she asked, purposefully avoiding the real question of ‘find anyone’?

The Ghoul merely grunted in response as he threw his gear down near the makeshift bedroll he guessed was for him. Scrutinizing her associate, Lucy could not spot any signs of fresh blood on the exterior of his outfit, and he was seemingly in perfect health (aside from the obvious). He also had not arrived with his arms full of anything useful, thus she surmised that nothing eventful had transpired during his quest.

On the flip side, her quest of moseying around the store bore fruit - namely the pre-war keepsake that was currently in her pack (from which stemmed the crazy idea in her head). Between finding the calendar to now, she’d had a bit of time to really think about the pros and the cons of seducing her dangerous associate, but the pros of having sex with the Ghoul (if she was successful) outweighed the cons of being put through the endless torment of humiliation.

(When it came to the dramatic worry of looking like the cutout, Lucy liked to think the Ghoul liked her company well enough to not actually take her head off…)

Excitement thrummed beneath her breast and raced in her veins, but so too did nerves - especially with him here and-

“You ain’t lookin’ so hot, Vaultie,” the Ghoul said, eyeballing her from under his hat. His gaze then fell to the can of Cram she continued to absently jab and not eat. She heard him snort and watched as he collapsed into a nearby aluminum folding chair that she’d set up to make their camp more homey. Surprisingly, the seat itself did not collapse - even with its slight lean. Dogmeat was quick to trot over to dutifully sit beside his master, and the Ghoul’s gloved hand came to pat the canine’s head.

“Oh… yeah,” Lucy replied, sheepish. “I can’t say my stomach’s gotten used to the radiation that saturates every bite of food out here. I’m hoping we come across a settlement soon that has some better crops we can barter for…” She stabbed her fork into what was left of the meat (practically all of it) and held it up in offering with a lopsided smile. “Want the rest of it?”

“I’ll pass.”

“Understandable - it’s not very good, which I’m sure you already know…”

“Mm,” said the ghoul, kicking his feet out and leaning back as far as he comfortably could. He tucked his chin and adjusted his hat to cover his eyes before folding his hands across his chest. “Take first watch while I get some shut eye, will ya?”

“Not a problem,” she answered.

Metal gently clinked metal when she set the food can upon the dryer, and Lucy chewed the inside of her lip in debate; it was a problem - she needed to get the ball rolling. Her opportunity was going to slip through her fingers!

Moments passed, and she pushed herself from the appliance. “Actually, uh, there’s something I wanted to show you. But you have to promise to give me a minute or two to get everything set up, alright?”

The Ghoul grunted, not bothering to lift his head.

“And no peeking!” Lucy added, making a point to point at him accusingly as she gingerly stepped over to her pack. She crouched down just when a sarcastic response of “okey dokey” reached her ears. She rolled her eyes and slipped a hand inside her bag to grab and pull out the calendar. Swallowing her nerves to bolster herself, Lucy headed back over to the dryer. She pushed aside the can of Cram, making room for the calendar, and, with her back to the Ghoul (who did well in not-peeking) Lucy carefully (and as silently as she could) removed her Pip-Boy and leather armor.

Her stripped gear formed a pile at the base of the headless wooden woman.

“Almost ready!” she threw over her shoulder as she slowly unzipped the front of her vault suit down to her navel. She next fussed with her hair; fingers did their best in untangling the mass that hadn’t seen a bottle of shampoo in weeks, and when she determined the results to be satisfactory enough, Lucy tucked a portion of her dark tresses behind an ear. The same fingers came to pinch the apples of her cheeks, and her teeth nibbled at her lower lip.

Truly ‘almost ready’, the calendar joined the Cram towards the back of the dryer so Lucy herself could take up her previous seat. Envisioning the month of May, she positioned her body into a pose that matched the woman in her mind. Innocence was what she hoped to embody as she demurely crossed her legs, arched her back, and softly rested a hand against her cheek.

Her expression turned coy.

“You can look now,” she said, using a voice that earned some manner of reaction out of her cousin and Monty both.

The Ghoul did not rush to peek; with a sigh, he sluggishly brought a hand towards his face to tilt the brim of his hat upwards with a finger.

His head canted and eyes narrowed in assessment of the situation. Shadowed irises followed every inch of her body - notably settling on the exposed portion granted to him by the unzipped suit. Where she normally wore a what-used-to-be-white undershirt, glimpses of her bra and naked skin had taken its place.

And, somehow, Lucy saw it in his eyes - a flash of interest.

It was enough to send a welcomed heat to her lower abdomen.

“And what is it that you wanted to show me?” he drawled as he leaned forward, shooting another lance of arousal through her. “I’m not seein’ anything new.”

By not reacting, Lucy did not take the bait. Instead, she would up the ante in setting out her own fishing line.

“If you want to see something new, you’re going to have to go back to not-peeking,” she said sweetly. “Okey dokey?”

The Ghoul smirked, and returned to slouching in his chair. He shifted his hat to again cover his eyes. “Go on, sweetheart. Show me somethin’ new.”

He was daring her - spurring her with his words.

Lucy’s smile, the pearly-white kind that could have an embellished sparkle were she a wooden cutout, lost its innocence as she undid the laces of her footwear and yanked each boot off, dumping them atop her already shed armor. Needing to remove her vault suit, Lucy hopped off of the dryer, peeled her arms from the sleeves and hastily hooked her thumbs into the fabric to push the slightly-elastic outfit past her hips. She pulled her feet from the legs to leave a puddle of blue on the floor.

Habit compelled her to neatly fold the suit into a rectangle and place it as the crowned star to the pile.

She wasn’t completely naked - not yet anyway. Her dirtied and blood-stained bra remained, as well as her high waisted panties that longed for a (working) washing machine.

Feeling suddenly shy, Lucy sought to empower herself by taking another look at the month of June. She quickly flipped to the correct page, and her shoulders sagged less the more she studied the figure that coquettishly stood with a glass of lemonade held in the air.

The sound of a soft, cadenced tapping from behind caused Lucy to turn.

It was the Ghoul, signifying his impatience by drumming two gloved fingers on top of the chair’s arm.

Another deliberate action meant to poke her.

Refocusing on the task at hand and needing a prop, Lucy grabbed the can of Cram before turning around. Not wanting her front to face him entirely, Lucy angled herself and stood tall with confidence. The Cram was raised into the air to be displayed on the flat plane of her hand as she simultaneously bent a leg and placed her other hand at her waist. She puckered her lips and cheekily stared his way whilst adding the finishing touch of an eye closed in a forever-wink.

“Ready!”

The action of lifting his hat was done at a snail’s pace - a contradiction to his previous impatient drumming. Lucy couldn’t tell if the dramatic build-up was more for her benefit or his; her arousal was keen to see his response, and she wondered if the Ghoul was preparing himself for disappointment had she chosen to re-zip her suit and chicken out.

Hat removed, his head tipped forward, and yellowed teeth shone with a smirk at the sight he beheld. Same as before, his eyes traveled up and down her body - absorbing the pose and her scandalous lack of clothes. His hat hovered, having yet to be resituated on his bald head, allowing Lucy to once again see the interest brewing behind his eyes. There was an appetite there, and it wasn’t for the Cram she was holding.

“Little Miss Lucy MacLean… What would your dear ol’ daddy say if he saw you standin’ here in nothin’ but your unmentionables?” The Ghoul said lowly, causing a ripple of pleasure to spread across her body. He leaned forward with his hat in place. “And in front of a no-good ghoul like myself…”

“Surely you’re a ghoul good at something…” Lucy replied, holding her wink and feeling a burst of spunk.

His head tilted with curiosity and he looked dangerous under the brim.

“What is it in particular that you’re hoping I’m good at?”

Her loins, soaked and burning with desire, screamed ‘sex’.

Her spunk, which had arrived when needed, was now wavering when being confronted with his heated gaze.

“Losin’ your gusto, Vaultie?”

Disliking this reversion of using the derogatory nickname, Lucy bit down on her gusto - lest it become lost to her.

“I still have something new to show you,” she said.

The Ghoul chuckled, “If you say so.”

“If you want to see, you have to close your eyes again - and no peeking.”

He closed his eyes after a moment of staring her down. He didn’t bother to reposition himself or his hat, and the faint smirk that remained on his lips goaded her into losing her wink and pose, goaded her into losing the Cram she held, and goaded her into losing her bra and damp-with-slick panties (which were tossed and discarded to the side). Warm air kissed her breasts and hardened nipples and she was more than aware of the throbbing ache that sat between her legs.

Flicking her eyes to him every few seconds to ensure he was abiding to her request, Lucy maneuvered to the side of the dryer and flipped to the next page of the calendar - July. She’s perpetually seated on a towel under a red and white striped beach umbrella, body mostly in profile with her legs bent on either side of her, back arched and buttocks jutting out as she shields her breasts from view with her hands and arms, the ties of her bikini top having been undone. The woman gives the viewer a flirtatious smile.

Perhaps she herself had been the one to undo the ties.

Nodding resolutely at the image, Lucy tip toed over to the Ghoul’s bedroll. At her close and passing proximity, leather creaked and she noticed his gloved fingers tensing. She pondered if he could better smell her arousal with his cavity of a nose as she snagged a torn comforter from his ‘bedroll’ and retraced her steps back to the dryer to drape the comforter across its centuries-old enamel surface.

Her fantasies of how things would go from here did not involve her skin rubbing uncomfortably against rusted metal.

Fixing her mistake of covering the calendar, she imagined Flirtatious July wishing her luck as Lucy climbed on top of the dryer and became the embodiment of the woman who sat on the page hidden at her side.

“You can look,” Lucy said.

And the Ghoul did - his breath hitching and mouth parting.

The smirk was erased from his face, and a dark expression of hunger appeared.

“What is it that you want, sweetheart?” he asked after an agonizing wait. “I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me.”

“I, uh…” she started, her July persona faltering.

It was now or never!

“I want to...” Oh, just say it, Lucy! “Have sex.”

The Ghoul tasted her confession. “Show me the ‘somethin’ new’ I was promised.”

Lucy didn’t hesitate; she delivered his request by splitting her fingers and teasing a glimpse of a nipple only to then slide her hands away and drop her arms from concealing her chest.

“Turn and face me,” he drawled. “I’d like to better appraise what’s being advertised.”

Lucy awkwardly swiveled and revised her position so that she faced him. She crossed her ankles to stay somewhat on theme with the calendar, but she left her breasts exposed as she leaned back on her arms. The radiant, pin-up smile of hers was genuine as she observed him unblinkingly and intensely peer at her from under his hat.

He wanted her, too.

Aluminum scraped against the floor as he suddenly stood, and Lucy’s heart began to pound as spurs jangled with each slow, sauntering step the Ghoul took. Gloved fingers worked at the buckles of the belt that held his holster.

He was heading straight for her.

“Gotta admit I like the idea of my irradiated cock getting a taste of Hank MacLean’s daughter.”

His candidness didn’t bother or offend her; perhaps he didn’t want her as much as he wanted to enact any degree of vengeance against Vault-Tec.

But that suited Hank MacLean’s daughter just fine; either way, she would be getting something out of their copulation.

The Ghoul stopped shy of her - within distance that she could touch him with a bare foot should she extend a leg. His belt and the gun it carried fell to the floor with a thud, drawing Lucy’s attention downwards to the bulge in his pants - the shape of his penis clearly defined and straining fabric.

“Oh, it still works, sweetheart.”

“Show me.” She glanced up at him with her doe eyes. “Cowboy.”

That cocky smirk of his made its return as the Ghoul began to undo the belt of his pants.

“Wait,” Lucy said, halting him. “Give me your hand.”

He deliberated with himself but eventually took another step closer and offered his hand. She gently grabbed his wrist and used the tips of her fingers to carefully tug on the tips of supple leather from thumb to pinky. Loosened enough, Lucy removed the glove and tossed somewhere near her unmentionables. The Ghoul flinched when her thumb caressed along the burnt remains of his skin. He motioned to flee her touch, but Lucy held firm to his wrist. He watched her with dark eyes as she guided their hands to her mouth, and her lips encased his trigger finger - a finger that used to be hers.

She swirled her tongue around the scarred digit and sucked with her eyes on him.

“You’d better hope I don’t go feral,” the Ghoul warned.

Lucy withdrew the glistening finger from her mouth, and she looked at him with mild concern.

“You took your anti-feral serum didn’t you?”

His gloveless fingers jerked forward and gripped her by the jaw.

The urge to jump his bones was almost unbearable.

“That’s not the ferality you should be worried about.”

The Ghoul invaded her space, and in the blink of an eye, his head slanted and his lips were on hers. A current of electricity sparked at the sensation, and their mouths were quick to fall open to greedily deepen the kiss. The tongue that licked hers tasted of chems, or what she assumed to be chems. It was chalky and bitter, but nothing she couldn’t get used to. The bare hand holding her jaw slid into her hair and cradled the back of her neck as Lucy enthusiastically went to work undoing the remaining belt buckle - that which kept her from what she wanted.

She was a woman starved, and she let him know as much with a whimper when soft leather touched the skin of her hip and trailed along her thigh. Ankles became uncrossed the moment the belt came undone. Her fingers nimbly unbuttoned his pants and eagerly tugged open the waistband. Leather dug into her skin as she reached in and found his erection, and the Ghoul broke their kiss to let out a shaky breath.

She freed him, cock and balls, from the confines of his pants with a simpering smile. “Please don’t ask me to ‘hold my horses’. It’d be a bit too cliche.”

He huffed a laugh and moved back in for another searing kiss. The Ghoul bucked into her hand, and Lucy’s sex longed to be filled (with his penis that most-definitely functioned and was more-than-satisfactory in the length and girth department). She languidly stroked his length with firm pressure that worked like a charm whenever she gave handjobs, and a moan escaped her when the Ghoul bit and ran his tongue along her lower lip. Leather returned to her hip and his bare hand roamed from her neck to her chest to claim a breast. Thumb and forefinger rolled a nipple and tugged and pinched, eliciting further noises from Lucy’s throat.

Aching need spread her legs for her.

“Fuck me, please,” she gasped against his mouth, twisting the lapel of his duster with her free hand.

His touch left her breast to dig into the skin at her hip - matching the grip of his opposing hand. With a rough jerk, he yanked her forward to where she was barely sitting on the edge of the dryer. Lucy’s legs opened fully for him, and she eagerly lined the tip of him to her entrance.

Blown wide pupils stared at her. Hoping to see the good man within their depths, Lucy released his coat and cautiously reached up and removed his hat.

“Fuck me as though there were no tomorrow,” she whispered, searching and finding the barest fragment of whoever it was he used to be.

His mouth crashed into hers without warning, and the Ghoul eased the textured tip of himself into her slick sex. He groaned as he inched himself deeper with every slow and subsequent push. Lucy breathlessly cried out - pleasure was instantaneous and she braced herself with a hand behind her as he thrusted to bury himself fully inside. His hips continued to move - fucking into her with a steady, practiced pace. Their kiss verged on feral and the hat fell from her fingers so that she could cling to the collar of his duster.

His mouth began to move along her jaw, and her moans filled the department alongside the rhythmic, hollow bang that resounded from the dryer she was being fucked on. Her ankles linked, but this time with her legs encircling his torso.

He was better than her cousin and better than Monty.

“What does Hank MacLean’s daughter sound like when she comes undone?” he grunted into her ear in-between satisfying her aching cunt with each drive of his hips. He then chuckled darkly. “Well, what have we here? July, huh? I have to say… you’re much prettier than Miss July - Lucy.”

The effect of hearing her name saw her eyes momentarily flutter closed. Needing to come undone, Lucy gracefully laid down upon the dryer top, her dark hair fanning out. She cursorily worried about the condition of the calendar that was beneath her back, but the worries dissolved the second her fingers slipped between her folds. A single touch across her sensitive bud of nerves caused her to keen and arch her back.

“Tell me your name-” Lucy bit her lip, feeling delirious by the continual buildup of pleasure. “You’re more than the Ghoul, and I’d like to give credit where credit is due… oh lord!”

“I definitely ain’t the Lord,” the Ghoul replied, his hands moving to squeeze her thighs as he picked up his pace.

“Please!” She pleaded, the swirling pads of her fingers doing their due diligence in bringing her so close to the edge. Her vision was becoming spotty - her body growing taut, toes curling…

It was on the cusp of oblivion that he supplied her with something else she wanted.

“Cooper.”

“Cooper… I’m… I’m going to come!”

She came, and it was an orgasm worthy of the end of the world - the kind that she’d never experienced by herself, or with her cousin or with Monty. It was the kind of orgasm that had stars bursting behind her eyes and her muscles twitching and spasming on their own accord. Nothing but ecstasy coursed through her veins, and it lasted for a good-while of bliss-filled seconds.

“What a sight you are,” Cooper drawled, his gaze heady. Caring enough to not overstimulate her, he slowed his horses and gave her a moment's reprieve to recover.

Lucy brought a hand to her head. Dizziness had yet to wane, and her muscles tingled with numbness.

“I wish my dad could see us like this…” she muttered with a wry half-laugh.

Cooper nearly pulled out of her - only to bring himself flush against her with a thrust of his hips.

“Then let’s hope he finds himself in another cage,” came the reply as he returned to the steady pace from earlier. “And I’ll let him know how much I enjoy the feel of his daughter’s soaking wet cunt.”

She smiled, despite his lewdness.

“I enjoy the feel of your cock inside me, Cooper.”

He groaned.

“Keep talkin’, sweetheart…”

“You feel so good… Your cock is the best I’ve felt - the best I’ve had...”

He leaned over her, and his ungloved hand gripped the junction between her neck and shoulder.

“I can’t wait to watch you come all over me,” she added huskily, remembering the road she was used to one-man-in-particular traveling on their honeymoon.

“Why would I do that when there’s a nice, warm hole waitin’ to be filled?”

Lucy shivered at the arousing thought; to think that Cooper would ejaculate inside her. The risk of pregnancy was likely zero - or so she assumed was the case when copulating with a ghoul whose semen was likely sterile.

She mentally crossed her fingers.

“Fill me, Cooper…”

His eyes traced along her naked form that was coated in a thin layer of sweat, and she considered the possibility that he was maybe comparing her to the wife he had once upon a time.

As if confirming her suspicions, his eyes seemingly glazed over.

He was losing himself to memory…

In one fluid motion, Lucy sat up, grabbed the collar of his duster and pulled Cooper in for a tender kiss that a loving wife would give a loving husband.

In returning to the present, he moaned and held her close as they kissed. His release was looming judging by the way his fingers twitched and movements stuttered, and when he came-

“Fuck, Lucy…”

He spilled inside her with her name on his lips when she half expected the name of the wife he had loved. Cooper’s forehead came to rest against hers, his breath stilted as the effects of his orgasm played out.

Lucy gave him a small, close lipped smile when he pulled away a minute later and removed himself from her sex.

“You’re not going to try and kill me now are you?” she asked, making light of her wedding night.

Cooper smirked. He was once again the intimidating gun-slinging ghoul of the Wasteland. “His loss, my gain.”

Butterflies spread their wings and fluttered within the cage of her stomach.

He cleaned himself off with the at-hand comforter before tucking himself back into his pants. Lucy didn’t scramble for modesty; she felt oddly comfortable sitting naked on a dryer in a blown-apart department store in the presence of her associate who just came inside her, and the last thing she wanted was to sugarcoat the fact that she simply used him to satisfy her needs.

Which she did, but…

Remembering the calendar, and hoping she didn’t ruin it, Lucy blindly felt for it and gathered it in her hands. She frowned; the page of July was somewhat damp and warped.

“Where’d you find that ol’ relic anyway?” Cooper asked in the middle of affixing the belt of his holster.

“In the employee locker room,” she answered, beginning to kick her feet (more than aware of the mess between her thighs). “Which pose was your favorite?”

“July.”

He crouched to pick up his hat while she earnestly flipped through and took a look at the future months.

Her head tilted in consideration of pin-ups she studied.

“I think I’d make a good August and September…”

With the hat nestled on his head and his back to her, he threw a glance over his shoulder. “I think I’ll be the judge of that.”

She grinned at him.

“How does tomorrow sound, Cooper?”

#my writing #lucy x cooper howard #lucy x the ghoul #lucy x the ghoul fanfiction #fallout fanfiction #fallout #fallout show #vaultghoul

[nkn0va]

wagner and kaguya with an s/o who has a habit of being a sarcastic smart-ass?

I'm writing this to be gender neutral for S/O but I'm imagining their voice in my head specifically as Rusty. Go watch his stuff, he's funny as hell.

-Wagner didn't really know much of what to expect from you, especially if you're a guy. She hasn't had too much experience with social interaction outside of the people closest to her in the Licht Kreis. She decided to probe at you a bit and see how you'd respond to some haughty, snide remarks.

-She's caught off guard to say the least when you bite back with some scathing sarcasm of your own. She's immediately intrigued by you, no one thus far has dared to talk back to her like that.

-Contrary to what most people would believe, she actually finds your smartass remarks rather refreshing. You're not afraid to be honest with her and have witty back and forth banter. People immediately start likening the two of you to and old married couple, though obviously they're not saying that out loud.

-This intrigue and appreciation soon turns into something more, something Wagner would have never ever thought would happen to her.

-A relationship proper probably doesn't change much. You two were already playfully bickering like you'd known each other for years, just saying the most outlandish, out of pocket things to each other like it was nothing.

-Wagner definitely appreciates the fact that you're so self reliant and assured. It's nice to have an S/O she's confident is able to defend themselves, at least in a non-physical confrontation. If you can defend yourself physically she's even more in love, In-Birth or not.

-If you're the type that has a shorter fuse she's more than happy to sit back and watch the entertainment as you tear into the person with the most asinine, odd insults you can think of that somehow work and leave your target with much lower self confidence than they had prior.

-Wagner's not really the type to interfere unless shit really hits the fan and starts getting too physical for her liking. Other than that she takes great enjoyment out of her S/O knocking some cocky bastard down a peg, especially if they're trying to get close to either of them for whatever reason and doesn't know how to take a hint.

-Kaguya's certainly one to tease and poke fun at people in her own right, but it wasn't quite like what you did.

-You were very upfront about what you thought at any given time, and you made sure people knew when you were displeased or when you didn't think all that highly of them.

-It was pretty jarring for her to start, but she found it quite amusing in it's own way. Upon first approaching you she earns herself a smartass remark for her teasing as you saw right through it. This only intrigued her even more.

-She does eventually drop the act when she sees that it isn't gonna work on you and becomes more genuine. She's actually quite pleasant to be around when she wants to be.

-Kaguya seems to think the same of you. When you put down the smartass act you're quite easy for her to get along with. A relationship seems to bloom pretty naturally from there. And also from the fact she's hot as hell.

-If someone were to ever react a bit too aggressively to her teasing you're very quick to shut them up, to which afterward she makes a joke or two about you being her knight in shining armor.

-She can't hold back a laugh at your witty remarks on a situation to try and downplay the significance of it. The way you make something sound so non-trivial will always lighten her mood. She likes a partner who can do that.

-Also she finds it hot when you chase off some dude trying to hit on her and verbally murder him.

#under night in birth #headcanon #relationship headcanons #erika wagner #kaguya #x reader #anon ask #answered

[xxoxobree]

Hii I wanna request a match up !!

PRESONALITY: I’m a introvert, but if I’m around people I’m close with , I’m more extroverted, I’m really sarcastic when it comes to anything , I really don’t like going out , especially when it’s around a lot of people I don’t know, I spend most of my time in my room , I’m really kind and determined even though I procrastinate a LOT. And I’m really caring for my friends.

LOOKS: I don’t really have a “style” because I like a little bit of everything, but I’m really inlove with streetwear and the “earthy “ style ( I forgot the name) because it brings out my skin tone , I really love 90’s inspired makeup and clothing style, along with the fly girl aesthetic too.

LIKES: baking, cooking, gaming, reading, drawing, (or any type of art) doing hair , shopping, doing makeup, rainy days / nights , and rotting in my bed all day.

DISLIKES: bullying, public speaking( and places), school,secret animosity between friends, loud noises, loud people, people , people who fetishize poc, and racism, etc.

HOBBIES: I said most of my hobbies in the like section.

MUSIC TASTE: a little bit of rap, r&b, 80’s-90’s slow jams , 90’s Japanese pop, indie, modern Japanese pop, and whatever genre you put “the smiths” music in.

I’m mostly nocturnal because I’m so busy in the day with school and housework, I do most of my reading at night while listening to music , and I’m usually helping out with cooking .

That’s all :3!!

Hey honey bunni 🥰🥰 btw I freaking love how you described yourself.

So immediately Inumaki and Miles 1610

Inumaki -

You’re a Fly Girl so it’s only right that you have a bf that matches your vibe and Inumaki 100% does , the flyest couple ever! I can see you two swapping clothes and putting together bomb ass fits. Pictures go crazy! I can definitely see him styling you too. Ugh I kinda wanna be you guys

He is in love with your earthy girl core, drools when you wear waist beads. And him being with you just compliments your style that much more.

Can’t say much words but don’t let that fool you he is sassy and will match your sarcasm with the tone of what he says. Will be more than happy to stay inside with you and do whatever he actually prefers it.

He is very kind and caring like you are and is the sweetest boyfriend ever, expect him to be clingy and random text about how much he loves you and cares for you, will give you things that remind him of you. You are his back ground picture, shows you off.

Will let you practice your makeup and hair on him loves it.

Understands your dislike of public speaking because of his technique.

Miles 1610 -

Matches your street style also, compliments all of your fits, makes you do a spin for him while he smiles like an idiot.

He’s not an introvert, but loves that you’re quiet, he can be the yapper while you be the listener, loves to talk to you.

Sometimes doesn’t catch you’re sarcasm and when you say you were being sarcastic, he blushes form embarrassment and says that he knew that, it’s super cute

He draws too so you two can show each other drawings and get inspiration from one another.

Miles is influenced by his uncle Aaron so he will rap all the Biggie and Rakim lyrics with you, it’s a vibe every time.

Will also let you practice your make up on him, he’d probably complain and ask a lot of questions tho

Will rot in bed with you once he’s next to you watching your favorite movies/shows with snacks

- I had so much fun with this one 😘

#jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #toge x reader #miles morales x reader #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #xxoxo updates #xxoxoask #xxoxobree

[imagine-knb]

KiriDai and Haizaki headcanons or reactions please. They're leaving for school and their s/o is right outside their door to give them chocolates first thing in the morning. Bonus points if she teases that she only early because she doesn't want to hear them whining for chocolates

Hanamiya: The surprise on his face is only there for a mere second before a teasing smirk curls onto his lips. "What? Couldn't even wait to see me at school to give me these?" He takes the gifted chocolates from her hand, already popping one onto his tongue — it was his favorite, dark and slightly bitter — but when she starts teasing him back about his possible complaints, his smirk downturns into an irked scowl. "I wouldn't whine, princess. That's your job."

Seto: "Oh, these for me?" he asks, voice low in that early morning groggy way. There's an easy going smile on his face when Seto sees the little box of chocolates you were holding out for him. He takes them, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close so the two of you could walk together. When you start teasing him, Seto merely rolls his eyes. "Damn right, I would complain," he says behind a yawn, sounding obviously sarcastic in his comments.

Furuhashi: He would have looked completely expressionless if not for a single quirk of his brow upon seeing you. Furuhashi doesn't put up much of a fuss when he accepts the gift of chocolates from you, tucking them away into his backpack for him to likely enjoy later. When you begin teasing him about the possibility of him complaining over not receiving any soon, it actually put a furrow in his brow. "I wouldn't complain."

Hara: "Aww, look who missed me so much she had to see me first thing in the morning. And she brought sweets!" Hara is hanging off of you from the second he sees you, an arm thrown over your shoulder to keep you close as the two of you walk together. Despite there already being a piece of gum in his mouth, he tucks it away in the corner of his cheek and opens wide. "C'mon, I wanna taste all the snacks you brought me today."

Yamazaki: There's definitely a look of surprise that crosses Yamazaki's face. He tries to hide the flush of color that's creeping up onto his cheeks by looking away, holding out a hand for you to deposit the gift of chocolates into. Once he has them, he shoves them into his jacket pocket. It's not like he doesn't want them, but rather he doesn't want anyone else to know that he got treats from you. He selfishly wanted them all to himself.

Haizaki: "You know, you could have just waited until you saw me at school," Haizaki comments as he takes the box from you. Then, as an idea comes to his mind, he smirks. "Unless you're trying to prove a point by being the first. What? You think you're gunna have some competition today?" When you retaliate his questions with teasing of your own, he huffs a bit in annoyance. "As if I would complain about chocolates when I can prove to everyone you're mine in other ways."

#hanamiya #seto #furuhashi #hara #yamazaki #haizaki

[changeling-rin]

Can we get a master post of all the Links?

Cause I really want one

Now with added Link Content!

THE CHAIN LINKS Gen: The Link from Skyward Sword. Short for Genesis, which he will never ever let anyone call him by ever because he doesn’t actually like it. He’s generally level-headed and appreciates common sense, and gets a bit miffed when things decide to divert from said common sense. He’s the group medic, not necessarily by any skill on his part, but more because the group needed a medic and he couldn’t believe there wasn’t one yet, so the only logical decision was to do it himself. He gets very particular about the group taking the proper amount of healing items as a result. He functions as one-third of the Leader Trio and is the effective ‘super-ego’, if you will

Speck: The Link from Minish Cap. He’s quiet, by far the most quiet, and will really only speak up if he’s a) confident in what he has to say, and b) confident that it will add something worthwhile to the discussion. He has the ability to shrink via his magic hat (Ezlo) and a magical conduit shaped like a Jar that he carries around with him. Due to the bit where he’s usually in the background, the fact that he has a surprisingly violent streak catches just about all his enemies off guard - for example, his favorite method of attack is shrinking down and using his size to stab his sword directly into his opponent’s eardrum. Ironically, outside of a fight, he’s one of the Links most likely to apologize to a flower for stepping on it

The Four: The Link(s) from Four Swords. They’re the split-in-four version of the Link who drew the Sword, but due to a hive mind effect, everything they do is in unison. They’re pretty quiet most of the time, due to most people finding said unison relatively unsettling, but since the Chain couldn’t care less about that they’re more willing to speak up every now and then. They specialize in group attacks and such, but they’re terrible at being individual. The nature of their hive mind means that it’s both incredibly uncomfortable and incredibly difficult to break their unison, and so most of the time they won’t even bother trying. They have a little snarky side that comes out when they’re stressed, and they hang out with Speck most often due to having similar introverted dispositions

Ocarina: The Link from Ocarina of Time, and one-half of the Hero(es) of Time with Mask due to time being broken and the continuum being shot. He’s the younger half, even though he’s in his sixteen-year-old body, and since he has the mind of a nine-year-old it makes a very odd combination. He has occasional confidence issues and a few self-worth/doubt beliefs as the result of hanging out with his older self and worrying about how he’s going to successfully grow into someone so competent. He can usually be found next to his older self, or at the very least in the general vicinity of his older self, and he has a profound distaste for the necessity for secrets. Most specifically, his future, because it’s literally standing right next to him and he’d really like to know if he beats Ganondorf, thanks

Mask: The Link from Ocarina of Time and Majora’s Mask, and one-half of the Hero(es) of Time with Ocarina. He’s the older half despite being in the body of a twelve-year-old, and since he’s technically got the mind of an eighteen-year-old at the very least it looks verystrange from the outside. He’s snarky, sarcastic, and takes great joy in messing with other people, most specifically his younger self by refusing to give away future hints and claiming ~Spoilers~ every time it comes up. He carries his transformation masks and uses then whenever the situation calls for it. He can usually be found next to his younger self because he’s secretly worried about shattering his own personal timeline, and he puts a lot of effort into making sure Ocarina survives whatever mess they’ve gotten into this time. He also puts an equal amount of effort into making sure Ocarina doesn’t notice this

Dusk: The Link from Twilight Princess. He functions as one-third of the Leader Trio and is the quote-unquote 'ego’ - or, in othher words, he’s usually the mediating force. If it’s pointed out to him though, he will steadfastly deny that he’s in any suited for a leadership position - which is in blatant contradiction to the fact that he’s probably the most effective member of the Leader Trio. He carries the Curse Stone from Zant around his neck in a pouch and usles it to transform whenever the situation calls for it. He’s also the regular soul-host for Midna, Shadow, or both, depending on the day. He’s by far the most level-headed Link, taking almost everything in stride, and it takes a lot to make him lose his cool. The one surefire way to do it is to threaten someone he cares about, at which point he will waste no time completely destroying whoever was stupid enough to make said threat

RGBV: Red, Green, Blue, and Vio are the Link(s) from Four Swords Adventures, and like the Four they’re the result of one Link being split into four bodies. Unlike the Four, they’ve retained their individuality and have four very different personalities as a result. Green is the established leader of their quad-cell, and is the most level-headed one. He’s not the most patient one, but he is the one who’s not afraid to do what needs to be done. Red is the most emotional one, easily excitable and absolutely willing to give hugs to anyone who asks (and a few who don’t). Blue is the most aggressive one, although he mostly directs it towards his enemies. He doeshave a on-again-off-again rivalry of sorts with Vio, but it’s never gotten beyond particularly invested sibling bickering. Vio meanwhile is the book-smarts one, or at least the one with the most strategic intelligence. He’s also the best ranged fighter they have

Lore: The Link from A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages, Oracle of Seasons, and Link’s Awakening. He functions as one-third of the Leader Trio, finishing off the dynamic as the 'id’. He’s by far the most unique personality, being a hyperactive chaos entity who delights in confusing people and making them question reality. He’s also a polyglot, knows at least ten languages, and is constantly hunting for new ones to learn. He’s easily the most experienced Link and as a result has Seen Some Stuff, but instead of being traumatized by the weirdness he decided to go in the other direction and embrace it instead. He’s an absolutely terrible shot in spite of his numerous adventures, but the sheer amount of stuff he has tends to make up for it. He hasn’t met a situation yet that he doesn’t have an item for and he’s not about to start now - although this is mostly due to his conviction that bombs are the answer to every situation

Realm: The Link from the original Legend of Zelda. He is constantly, hopelessly, chronically lost, and has absolutely no concept of where he is in relation to where everything else is. He also has a somewhat tenuous relationship with the concept of physical space, which tends to result in him getting lost in places he really should not have been able to get lost in (for example, a volcano). Regrettably this also extends to his items, which he frequently loses. In spite of this, he’s one of the most cheerful and optimistic Links in the group. It takes a lot to get him into a bad mood, and given what he already goes through while maintaining a good mood, the entire Chain has yet to see him in a bad one. A side effect of getting lost so much is that his stamina is absolutely ridiculous, which makes him very good at drawing out a fight - in fact, that’s more or less his specialty

Sketch: The Link from A Link Between Worlds. He has the ability to turn his body into paint and move along the walls like a living hieroglyph. Unfortunately, due to being made of watercolors when he does this, he also has a severe phobia of water as a result of the fact that he might actually die a horrifically painful death if his paint runs too much. Outside of that, he’s relatively level-headed and very crafty, in the literal sense that he likes to make things. He used to be a blacksmith’s apprentice before this whole Hero business got started (his specialty is metalwork). He likes things to make sense and gets a bit snarky when the universe decides to spite him by making no sense at all. He’s one of the best Links at stealth, because for some reason very few people will notice the artwork on the wall and as long as he has a surface to fuse with, he can get just about anywhere

Wind: The Link from Wind Waker. He carries said Wind Waker as part of his inventory, and it lets him control the weather. He’s a certified Weather Master in everything but the official certification, because he hasn’t had the chance to go back and take the test yet, but the ability to throw literal tornadoes at his enemies makes him arguably one of the most dangerous Links in the group. He does prefer to hang back in a fight and hit from a distance as opposed to getting up close and personal, but that’s very typical for a mage. He has an overabundance of patience, stored up from sailing for days back on his home ocean, and he’ll take just about anything in stride - unless you’re threatening his family, then all bets are off. He’s one of the quieter Links, being more content to wait and see the results of something rather than actively participating, but this in no way means that he’s not paying attention. He knows what he’s capable of, is fully willing and ready to do it if necessary, and makes no excuses to the contrary

Steam: The Link from Spirit Tracks. He has the ability to see hidden things, which extends beyond his own disembodied Princess Zelda and into things like mask spirits or just plain invisible opponents. He also has a summons in the form of the Spirit Train, which he takes great pleasure in slamming into whichever villain has annoyed him. He’s got a dry sort of sarcasm and he’s definitely not afraid to say what he thinks. As a result of spending most of his adventure on a Train, he’s easily the least physically fit of the Links and therefore tends to hang back in a fight, relying more on his summons for heavy hits or his sight ability to provide support. His previous career choice was a locomotive engineer, and as a result he and Sketch get along very well. They have regularly scheduled brainstorm sessions about what sort of gadget they should try and make this time, usually with Steam providing the math and schematics and Sketch providing the real-world experience to make it real

Shadow: The Link from a variety of games, since whenever a Shadow or Dark Link appears, that was him. He’s bitingly sarcastic, could not possibly care less about the opinions of other people, and takes great joy in finding the best way to insult someone as possible. Being formed from the darker emotions of other Links, he’s understandably in a poor-to-terrible mood almost all the time, although he can usually be convinced to take it out on other people. A side effect of being made of dark magic is that he can’t be out in the sunlight too long - it’ll start to burn him in the same way a match burns paper. As a perk though, he can manipulate his body into any shape he wants, mostly ignoring physics as he does. This makes him easily one of the most powerful Links in the group, since he doesn’t take battle damage the way a physically-bodied person would and is all but immune to being stabbed. He makes for an excellent aggro target, partly because he can take anything the opponent could give, but also because he’ll give it all back and then some

Oni: The Link from before Skyward Sword. Also known as the Fierce Deity. Saying that he’s overpowered is a bit of an understatement, as he can take out the likes of Majora in three hits or less, but he’s very unlikely to actually use his power like that. As a result of being put into a mask, he has no actual autonomy unless someone is wearing him, at which point he takes control of the body of the wearer to manifest in the real world. This lasts with no repercussions until his mask is removed, at which point Oni returns to his bindings. He has not deigned to explain how he ended up in a mask or who managed to put him there, but the loose implication points to the aftermath of the Demon War as the cause. Further information is pending. He’s stoic and composed, and has yet to be truly riled up by anything that’s happened. He also refuses, as a rule, to get involved with the rest of the Chain’s adventures unless his presence is truly required. As the First Link Ever, and the one from whom the entire rest of the lineage has descended, Oni feels somewhat responsible for guiding the rest of the Links through their journeys - but guiding and coddling are two different things and as far as Oni is concerned, his legacies need to be able to fight their own battles

THE SEQUEL LINKS Rune: The Link from Breath of the Wild. He has the Champion Abilities, as well as his own Quicktime specialty, and is of course concerningly amnesiac. He’s quiet to the point of almost being forgettable, which is a side effect of a) spending nearly all his time in the wilderness alone with nobody to talk to, and b) having to constantly be on the alert for Guardians because nothing alerts a Guardian like a loud hylian. His inventory is nearly bottomless, and he therefore immediately becomes the group pack mule. He’s also hands-down the best chef (something which makes Gen only slightly jealous)

Lux: The Link from Hyrule Warriors. He is the quietest Link, but not because of his personality - it’s because he can’t talk. The most vocalization he’s ever going to manage is incoherent yells of effort, because anything beyond that is locked behind a psychosomatic speech block. He has not deigned to share why he has a psychosomatic speech block and at the moment it’s highly doubtful he ever will. He’s second only to Shadow in his sarcasm and general displeasure with the world, and the rest of the group is lucky that hylian sign only has loosely defined curse words, otherwise he’d be going off

RSE: Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald are the Link(s) from Triforce Heroes. Emerald is the leader of the trio, more or less, while Ruby handles anything that might need a good smacking and Sapphire embodies the emotional core. They have a strange dynamic where they bicker with each other to hide the fact that they care, which is a direct result of them still settling into their own dynamics. They have their Totem formation, of course, and share an incredibly specific set of opinions about fashion. The fact that they also have their entire wardrobe on hand is complete coincidence, yep

Lyric: The Link from Cadence of Hyrule. He can hear the Universe Music better than any other Link (with the possible exception of Wind) and he will do whatever he can to follow its lead. He’s constantly moving to the beat in almost everything he does, and it makes him unexpectedly deadly in a fight. It turns out that following the Universe Music gives very good buffs and Lyric is a master at following the music. Ironically enough for all his sense of rhythm, he cannot sing to save his life and is in fact instrumentally challenged, which annoys him to no end

THE OC LINKS Codex: The Link from the Evil Overlord List, a story I write that somehow developed its own protagonist. He’s snarky, sarcastic, runs on caffeine and spite, and will probably take over the world someday if he ever gets around to it. He’s currently just a college student writing his thesis paper (The List), but once he graduates the world had better brace itself

Wraith: The Link that was made as a result of a random conversation one day, in which someone asked me what would happen if Demise won permanently. Five minutes with my angst-stunted brain later, I had a cheerful sunshine child who had the ability to see spirits and was getting mentored by all eighteen dead Heroes as the backup plan to deal with Demise. He’s way too pure for the world and probably shouldn’t be as big an optimist as he is for someone surrounded by dead people

THE BACKSTORY LINKS Archive: The Link who came before Breath of the Wild, the one from the 10,000-years-ago legend that we learn about in the game, who came about after somebody asked me my opinions on the Links that we know about but don't know about. He's the one who originally designed the Divine Beasts, Guardians, Towers, etc. alongside the Sheikah and the Princess Zelda of the time. He's a mechanic with the ability to bestow vague semi-sentience into whatever he builds, if he chooses to, hence the Divine Beasts and their possibly-sentient actions. He wears pants with an uncountable number of pockets, can and will do the thinking-out-loud Rubber Duck thing at anyone or anything sitting still long enough, and sees absolutely nothing wrong with bestowing semi-sentience on an explosive. What could possibly go wrong, it's a great idea

Mini: The Link who came before Minish Cap, the one we learn about in the prologue of the game who fought in the demon war that resulted in the Picori Blade being forged. He is very short, very salty about it, takes absolutely no nonsense and could probably be voted Most Likely To Stab As An Instinct. Not to say that he's violent, but he has active war trauma and will probably attack first, ask questions after. He's not too sure how he feels about the successors to his sword being as cheerful and easygoing as they are, but also he's adopting them all, immediately, no further deliberation necessary

#Changeling Answers #DL Questions #visiblevioletspear #I stole most of this from a different previous Ask #I should really just make this its own post and call it the Master Link List #yeah I'mma do that

[edsmunsonsworld]

Hairbrush

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

description: literally waking up with Eddie by your side

warnings: swearing, kissing, the whole thing is just fluff lmao

wc: 900

A hand caressing your upper thigh awakens you up from your deep slumber. As you open your drowsy eyes, you're faced with wide, brown eyes staring back at you. You flinch in fear, only to realise it's your boyfriend being dumb.

“The fucks wrong with you?” You tiredly groan, rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry sweetheart didn’t mean to scare you,” he softly chuckles back, softly pulling you by the waist, pressing you against his chest. You feel his lips press against the crown of your head as his hands start to rub your waist.

You raise your head to face Eddie. His long unkempt hair is unruly and teased as usual. His lips are chapped and dry. And his facial stubble is poking through his skin.

“Like what you’re seeing there?” Eddie teases with his brow raised.

You roll your eyes at his comment, “Of course I do,” you respond in a loving yet sarcastic manner. You softly caress his face, from his cheek to his jawline, then sliding over his growing stubble. Eddie leans forward, pecking your forehead and continues to kiss down your face, then nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck.

“I need to shave,” he mumbles against your neck, feeling the vibration of his voice.

“You don’t want to grow it out?” You ask.

“Gotta keep up the young handsome looks of a future rock star,” He replies.

“Hm. You mean trying to be ‘the’ Eddie Van Halen of Hawkins huh?” You sarcastically remark.

He playfully scoffs against your neck and looks up at you, “I am not. Although we are both Eddie’s, we both have long hair, we play the guitar, we are both in bands…” His voice starts to trail off into a whisper as he realises the endless similarities between him and Van Halen. You chuckle and give him a smirk.

“The point is, I-um” he stutters forgetting what he was going to say, “He-no I-“

You burst out laughing. Watching Eddie try his utmost best to reason with you was rather endearing from your perspective. You can tell how hard he's actually thinking by the many expressions on his face as if he's got the response and then doesn't.

“I’m just messing with you Eddie,” you say between giggles. You ruffle his hair, making the mess even messier. You free yourself from his grip and get out of bed. Eddie follows you, his arms stretched above his head. Spotting your hairbrush on his bedside table, you stretch it out to him.

“For that,” you say whilst pointing at his chaotic hair. He pretends to be insulted by placing his hands on his hips and leaning to one side. Eddie loves mocking you and especially the way you stand at any given moment.

Your brows raise as you squint your eyes at him. You push the hairbrush against his chest. He gives a cheeky smile and grabs the hairbrush. Instead of actually brushing his hair, he puts it down and stares at you for a few seconds in the same stance.

Feeling a bit awkward, “Uhhh what ar-“

You’re harshly interrupted by Eddie attacking your sides with his fingers. You yelp and start slapping his arms attempting to stop him. He pushes you back onto the bed. Your back against the mattress as he climbs on top of you and continues to tickle you.

“Ed-d-eddie! P-please-s-s-stop!” You loudly shriek. Laughter continues to fall out of your mouth and Eddie starts to calm down a little bit. You’re out of breath. Eddie is still on top of you, widely smiling at your messy hair and distraught figure. He gives you one final poke on your waist and leans down to give you a deep kiss. His arms lay by the sides of your head. You rest your hands on his shoulders. However, you swiftly pull away, causing Eddie to appear perplexed.

“Ed’s, I’m still out of breath,” you laugh while taking deep breaths to gather your composure.

“Oh sorry,” he apologises with a chuckle. He wraps his arm around your waist and lifts you up with him so now you’re both standing up. You throw your arms around his waist and give him a tight, loving hug. The feeling of engulfing Eddie is something you’re never going to get tired of, and so is he. He absolutely cherishes your hugs as he feels the affection and adoration poured out into them, making his heart swell. He feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever he’s with you. You finally glance up at Eddie, his beautiful eyes look down at yours. A small smile creeps up on your face, feeling the same tenderness in your heart from when you first met him. You lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” you say before letting go of Eddie and making your way to the kitchen.

“Wait,” he grabs your wrist to stop you from walking away. You turn to look at him. A sneaky grin is seen across his face. Puzzlement washes your face, unaware of his intentions. He extends his hand out towards you with your hairbrush.

“For that,” he states with a mischievous smile, pointing at the state of your messy hair from his recent attack.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson fluff #fluff fanfiction #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson gender neutral #eddie munson gn #eddie munson x fem #eddie munson x male

[witchthewriter]

Hi there darling! I do thank you very much for doing this with me and I hope you enjoy yours when I get finished with it!

Three fandoms: The Hunger Games, The Witcher, and The Lord of the Rings (preferably not a hobbit or Dwarve please)

Important info: Bisexual (male matches for this please!), She/her

Personality info: Entp, Leo sun, Aries Moon, Leo Rising, Gryffindor.

-I can be either two ways when you first meet me. Sarcastic and laid back or a little rocky. Some people at first can see me as a bit of a...well...asshole, but I assure you i'm not that bad. I just come off a little strong sometimes. When you get to know me though, I am someone who is blunt, still very sarcastic, protective, and a little fiery. I also have a non caring personality for the most part...sometimes its a bit of a mask though. Speaking of which, I'm kinda like an onion (gosh I hate using that metaphor.) I have layers and the more you get to know me, the more you'll peel away. I hate being vulnerable and stray away from emotions, so I can be a bit cynical and I am soooo stubborn holy crap, but I am working on that...

Hobbies: Lets see here....I did year around, competitive swimming for ten years, so swimming is a passion of mine and forever will be. I now do Martial Arts and i'm a high belt now. I enjoy just physical activity in general, but I also like music. Music is a love of mine. Plus I like simple things such as a good book, writing (I want to be a journalist), horror movies, and going for walks at night....oh and I adore the beach!

Dislikes: Spiders, I am terrified, petrified even of spiders.

Physical features: I'm 5'3...5'4 on a good day, pale skin with brown freckles everywhere, I have very thick brown hair that goes a little past my shoulders and it has a sort of auburn color to it actually?, i'm very skinny, like a twig, very little to no curves, big brown eyes.

Aesthetics: Grungecore? its hard to explain.....honestly I am my own aesthetic at this point

Thank you so so so much! I really enjoy doing these!

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈 

DUDE IM TERRIFIED OF SPIDERS TOO!!!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌! Oh my god, okay so he would absolutely LOVE your fire. I see Peeta as an ENFJ, many people think he might be an ENFP, but he has strong morals and is firm in what he believes. So firmly in fact, that his mind had to be medically altered for him to be under Snow's control. So whenever you feel like you're 'too much' for Peeta, know that he can stand his ground whenever he wants to. He just doesn't see the need to with you. He loves your opinions and everything you have to say. (Why are you guys my ultimate ship now???)

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Remembers every single detail about your life. Knows your favourite flower, memory, song, animal etc. He always uses that knowledge when giving you gifts

・Your pet names are ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’. Whenever he says it, his cheeks always blush a lil

・Loves it when you teach him martial art moves, he thinks it’s s interesting!!! and hot !!!

・He actually loves your sarcasm and chuckles everytime you make a comment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

True North by Joseph Trapanese

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・They probably hate me (Peeta) x Deeply, passionately in love … is terrible at showing it (You)

・ Aggressively Supportive

・ Tragic Past x Ray of Light

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒕! He needs a woman/person that will put him in his place. Someone that will stand their ground and not let him walk over them. Because he ALWAYS thinks he knows best, but the world isn't black and white - not everyone is right, and not everyone is wrong. So, I think you have that power to tell Geralt to stand down.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・You guys definitely have stare offs, and Geralt is like “It’s my way or the highway” and you’re like “okay bye” and then he’s like “no wait-” 

・You like to call him super soppy and embarrassing nick names like ‘gerry-bear’ or ‘sweetums’. Especially when he’s in an angry mood

・He is so much taller than you. Like nearly a whole foot taller than you. But you make up for it in spirit. He would definitely tease you a little bit, not outright. Like when you have an argument, he'll put your things on higher shelves or branch just so you can't reach

・Getting into an argument and Jaskier tries to crack a joke to break the tension. But you both end up telling Jaskier to shut up at the same time

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Flying With Mother by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Geralt) x The Top (You)

・Tol x Smol

・Mature/Responsible x Snarky/Fierce

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒏! He would not know what to think of you when you guys first met. He would describe you to others as ‘a force to be reckoned with.’ You’re just so impressionable. He finds you so interesting! 

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

・Likes taking you somewhere that you can swim. Maybe a lake, or a river, maybe even a waterfall! That’s probably where you spend a lot of your dates!

・He knows you can take care of yourself, but wants to teach you a few lesson on other weapons. In return, you teach him a few things in martial arts

・You make him laugh all the time, to the point where he snorts. He can’t help it! The things you come out with! 

・Is very proud to call you his significant other, and will boast about it to others. Literally. Especially if he’s been drinking, he’ll strike up a conversation with a stranger and start talking about how amazing you are

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wondrous Love by Bear McCreary

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

・Both Wary of Love & Don’t Think This Can Be Real

・Big Scary x Small Intimidating 

・Sun x Moon

#pair ups #match ups #personal ships #open

[sleptwithinthesun]

if you're so inclined to write anything w cat allergy eddie i would love that!

okay so even though you are the most recent prompt i have received, i really want to get something out tonight, so here's a 1.3K fic for you, anon. promise i'm getting to the rest of the prompts, i'm just really tired and have been working all week :)

Eddie's almost asleep on the couch when Steve finally walks through the door, feeling a bit haggard and worse for wear but with a light in his eyes he knew had dimmed when he left almost three hours ago, after a call from Robin demanded his presence over at her place. At the sound of him kicking off his shoes, Eddie forces himself into an upright position, scrubbing at his face roughly with both hands before looking up to meet Steve's eyes and asking, exhaustion obvious in his voice, "'S she okay?"

"Robin's fine," Steve assures, moving to sit down next to Eddie for a few minutes before the two of them head upstairs. The latter is already half-asleep, hair messy around his head like he's been lying there for a while. He probably has; Steve didn't exactly tell him how long he was going to be out, and it's almost midnight already. "She just needed some, uh... help and advice."

He's pretty sure Eddie wouldn't give a shit about Robin being a lesbian. After all, the man isn't exactly quiet about his own sarcastic flirtations with Steve when it's the three of them and Nancy, but still, Robin trusted Steve with that information. If she doesn't want to tell anyone else, that's none of his business.

Eddie leans heavily into Steve's shoulder, blinking up at him. He's a very tactile person, Steve's learned, eager to soak up any human contact like a sponge. "Everything's okay, though?"

"Everything's okay," Steve confirms, bringing his hands up to untangle a couple knots that've worked themselves into Eddie's hair. "Have you been down here a while? I didn't mean to make you wait."

"Mm, I dunno," he murmurs. "Been down here since ten-thirty, maybe? Although, I do think I feel asleep for a bit." His nose wrinkles for a second before his face smooths out again.

Steve says, earnestly, "I'm sorry. I know we were supposed to hang out tonight, but it's a little too late for that now and I don't exactly want you driving in the dark. Would you maybe stay the night, then head home in the morning?"

"Oh, yeah. I am in no shape to drive right now," Eddie says, with a tired laugh, then turns so that his back is towards Steve and half his face is pressed into his shoulder. "h'ktSch! tcHh! kt'sch'iew!"

Steve taps Eddie lightly on the side of his thigh thrice, a nonverbal blessing for each sneeze. "Those were allergic?"

"Felt like it." Eddie sniffles, leaning back into Steve. "Though, they might also just be random. I was a bit sensitive today."

He nods. "Yeah, I remember from when we were in the kitchen earlier, with the lights?" Eddie hums in confirmation, rubbing a knuckle under his nose while Steve puts his hands in Eddie's thick hair again.

In the four-and-a-half months they've known each other since the Vecna incident, Eddie's been sick twice and had enough summer allergies that Steve can actually tell the difference between the way his sneezes sound. Still, though, this has to be allergies, because both the itchy and breathy quality of the sneezes and the fact that not even ten seconds later, Eddie's burying another fit into his shoulder, the two not even a minute apart, are calling cards if Steve's ever known them. This time, though, he seems more prepared, stifling the sneezes roughly. "h'ngt! ngxt! huh'sHXt!"

"Bless you," Steve says, brows knitting together. "No, those were definitely allergic. What's getting to you?"

Eddie shrugs. "No clue, to be honest. I didn't really do anything while you were gone, so maybe while you were at Robin's?"

And that's what gets his eyes widening with realization, grabs Eddie's attention by the ear and places it right on Steve's face. "It's her cats," he says, looking down at his shirt. Sure enough, both that and his jacket are covered in cat fur, just like the rest of Robin's house was. "Oh, shit."

As if that's permission to sneeze again, Eddie stifles another set of three into complete silence, then follows it up with an extra pair for good measure. "Change. Right now," he orders, all measures of playfulness completely dissipated. Nothing gets to Eddie quite like cats do, although dust is a distant second, and Steve complies without another question.

He shucks off his shirt and jacket before he even gets to his room, pants dropping seconds after the door closes, all items thrown into the hamper afterwards. He puts on a T-shirt and sweats to sleep in before creeping back out into the hallway with another set in hand. Eddie was leaning right into him; there's no telling how much ended up on his clothes as well, nor how much is on the couch. Robin's house was practically coated in the stuff.

"Here," he says, handing the bundle of clothing to Eddie. "Change in my room, I'll join you in a second. Let me just make sure there's no fur in my hair."

"Good idea," Eddie says, relaxing again as he walks down the hall. Crisis averted, apparently. Now all he has to do is pick any remaining bits of fluff and dander out of his hair before going back to his room, where convincing Eddie to sleep in his bed is as likely to happen as his parents are to return home at that exact instant, which is to say, not at all.

As he combs through his hair, Steve tries to run through any other options in his head. He very well can't leave Eddie out on the couch, what with the cat hair, and besides, the couch is more for show than actual comfort. There's no way Steve's going to sleep on it either, and it'd be weird if either of them took his parent's rooms, leaving either his room or the guest room available. And while there are upsides to the guest room, the Harringtons almost never have people over for the night, and he doubts it's in good enough shape that Eddie won't end up allergic to the dust, anyway. Meaning, it's Steve's room or bust, and he already veto'd the bust by telling Eddie he could stay the night.

It'll be fine. They're both adults, which might actually be part of the issue here, and wow Steve needs to stop thinking right now before he psyches himself out. He puts the comb back on the counter and grabs the sink for a couple seconds, grounding himself, before walking back to his room.

"Hey," Eddie says, slightly congested already. "You alright? You were gone for a bit too long, it felt like."

"Just being thorough," Steve tells him, smiling at the sight of Eddie in his clothing. It's more color than he feels like he's ever seen Eddie wear, a bright green Hawkins High T-shirt reaching down to the middle of his thighs and pale gray sweats cuffing just above his ankle. Different proportions, apparently, even if Steve is just a bit taller than Eddie is. "You alright?"

He nods. "I'm good, Harrington. 'S only a couple sneezes, no need to worry about it." His nose wrinkles again, the same way it did when he must've registered the allergen earlier. "I'm not sure if I want to risk the couch for the night, though. Is there—"

"Stay with me," Steve blurts out, plan out the window. "I don't mind sharing my bed, it's big enough for the both of us."

Eddie's frozen for a split second before some of the tension melts out of his bones. "Are you sure?"

He nods, resolute and smiling softly. "Yeah, Munson. Get in."

There's not another question from him, just the quiet acceptance that comes with a friendship like theirs. It shouldn't matter that they're sharing a bed, after all. As far as Steve knows, girls do this all the time at sleepovers.

"Thanks," Eddie whispers, once they're both tucked in and the lights are off. "For caring that much, I mean."

"Of course." Steve moves a hand up in the dark, squeezing Eddie's shoulder gently. "Always."

#askbox #promptfic #s/tranger t/hings snzfic #s/tranger t/hings #snzfic #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #swts fic

[karmilleryn]

Spoiler alert for “Heartstopper” and “Boyfriend Material” / trigger warning for ED

Another parallel (yes, the day I wrote that was a non-capitalizing day and today just is, sorry for the inconsistency, welcome to my chaotic brain/tumblr lol) I loved between “Heartstopper” and “Boyfriend Material” was the male eating disorder rep. I’d literally never read that in a book before, so I was then very pleasantly surprised to find it in both of those books when I read them for the first time recently. And they’re written about very different ages, so it was nice to see that rep across both demographics.

In fact, crossovers aren’t normally my thing, but this popped into my head and then it wouldn’t leave:

What if Charlie and Oliver were to go to the same practice for their therapy? I don’t remember if either book mentioned whereabouts in the UK they’re supposed to be living, but it’s probably not realistic to think they’d live near each other, and I have no idea if it’s realistic that there might be a practice that has that type of therapy for both adolescents and adults, but at least I figured they would probably see different therapists who specialize in their respective age groups (not to mention it worked for the purpose of them waiting to go in at the same time for this tidbit lol… it at least feels realistic that they would be going at the same time of day, after school for Charlie and after work for Oliver) ((I also have no firsthand experience with these issues, just secondhand, so obviously someone let me know if this just way off.)) (((Also hopefully this comes off as big brother-little brother-y or just nice human interaction bc they can relate to each other and give each other hope for the future, and not weirdly anything else with their age difference lol - otherwise, again, someone please let me know.))):

They’re both waiting in the same waiting room at the same time to go in to their appointments, and they happen to be in chairs that are facing each other.

They both have their faces buried in their phones, both to kill time and to avoid feeling even more awkward while they wait.

But at some point, Oliver feels eyes on him and glances up and Charlie’s looking at him with what Oliver reads as a look of pity.

He mutters a soft, dejected “Christ” as he puts his face in his hands.

Charlie: “Sorry?” Half as a question and half as an apology for whatever he apparently did to cause this man grief.

“I’m sorry, I just… I was already having a bit of a day, and receiving the pity of an adolescent is just the icing on the cake of how pathetic I feel.”

“Oh, no, that wasn’t pity! I swear! I… I’m sorry that it came across that way, but it was actually… relief. And… inspiration.”

(sarcastically) “Right. What on earth about me could possibly cause such feelings? Me being so much older than you, and being here, should be the opposite of inspiring, no?”

“No! It’s a relief, because sometimes I hate that I need to come here at all, that I need this help. I feel like I should be able to have my shit together. But seeing you here makes me realize that even some people older than me have the same or similar struggles, and probably don’t have their shit together either, so it should also be okay for me. And that there’s not necessarily a deadline for feeling like I need to get my shit together as far as getting older. And I often feel like I shouldn’t need to come here, that I shouldn’t need this help, but if someone older can admit that they need the same help, then I should be able to as well. So that’s the, um, inspiration part. Sorry, I feel like I’m talking in circles, and anyway, sorry, I’ll leave you alone now.”

“No, it’s okay. That’s nice of you to say. You seem to say sorry a lot.”

“S- yeah. It’s something my boyfriend and I have been working on, but it’s a hard habit to break.”

“Hey, nobody’s perfect. That’s something my boyfriend is helping me work on. And anyway, I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions or projecting or whatever. Like I said, I’ve had a bit of a day, and obviously I’ve got some other stuff to work through too. I’m Oliver, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

“No way, that my little brother’s name! I’m Charlie. Nice to meet you too.”

“Well, your brother’s got a great name, then. Do you like having a little brother?” (Charlie nods) “I always thought it would be nice. I just got stuck with an older brother, and most of the time he’s a right git.” (they both laugh) “But anyway, at the risk of sounding too much like a grownup, I wouldn’t worry too much about the future. I think you’ve got a bright one ahead of you. You seem to have a good head on your shoulders, and being here getting help now is a good start. Better than I can say for myself. If I’d gotten help at your age, maybe I wouldn’t still be dealing with this now, eh?”

“But then I wouldn’t have met you here and been inspired by you, so that’s something at least, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true I guess. Silver lining and all that.”

At that moment, Oliver’s therapist steps into the room and calls him back.

“See you around, then.”

“Yeah, see you.”

And Oliver walks into his appointment feeling a little bit lighter.

[Edit: The ED and the fact that Oliver now sees a professional about that among other things definitely comes up in “Husband Material,” so I’d like to think this is still definitely a possibility! ☺️ (But I don’t think that really spoils anything for that book, so I’m not adding that to the warning in the title. Let me know if you think that should change!)]

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