#She got into a little scuffle but she's fine

[shanastoryteller]

tony gets kidnapped on his way to a business meeting or something and he goes with it because they’re in a pretty crowded area and he doesn’t want some innocent bystanders getting hurt in the scuffle. the team will notice eventually and his overprotective boyfriend captain american is going to 1. notice very quickly and 2. freak the fuck out, so he’s not really risking much here

also these kidnappers are sort of stupid and he’s not really worried about escaping later. except even though they’re stupid they mention things about the avengers and shield that they really shouldn’t know so tony decides to stick around to see if he can figure out if they lucked into hacking past his security (not likely) or if there’s some sort of mole

except the leader and the underlings get in an argument right in front of him because apparently they were supposed to capture captain america, not iron man, and the guy who grabbed him is like no, no, this is better! we have his boyfriend so we can lure him here instead!

meanwhile tony is just stating in disbelief that these idiots manage to string two thoughts together. there has to be mole. or someone else really in charge. or something.

and the leader is like fine whatever. he takes tony’s phone and opens the contacts and snorts, “this is what you have him saved us? pathetic”

tony looks at the contact labeled <3 <3 love of my life light in the dark wind beneath my wings <3 <3 and is sort of glad he’s gagged so he can’t say anything

he still doesn’t really know what’s going on and jarvis is still trying to hack their system an there’s no harm in sticking around a little longer since these people are. you know. idiots

except approximately fifteen minues later rhodey is busting down the wall and taking out all these guys in thirty seconds flat and tony slips out of the ropes that he’d undone about five minutes after being put into them (thanks nat) and pulls down the gag and says, “i thought you were on radio silence on a mission in ghana”

“i thought you could be trusted on your own, so it looks like we’re both wrong,” rhodey says. “what were you playing at?”

“i would have told you not to come if i’d known you’d get the message,” he protests. “i was working an angle here, okay, jarvis are you into their systems yet?”

“yes,” his trusty ai says from his phone from one of the kidnapper’s pockets. “tracing the origin of their financial backer now.”

“you really didn’t have to stay kidnapped for jarvis to do that,” rhodey points out, brushing him off and checking him for injuries.

tony shrugs. “i didn’t want to risk one of them getting away and tipping them off. take care of them i could. do it before they got a signal out without the suit? maybe not.”

this very reasonable discussion is interrupted by the rest of the avengers coming in swinging and then left blinking except for steve who feels the need to fuss over him while tony whines and complains and pretends he doesn’t love it

he says they were after steve anyway, he was just bait and steve frowns and is like well, why didn’t they try and contact me then? we knew something was wrong because of the stark industries security footage

and natasha, the sneak, has picked tony’s phone from the kidnapper’s pocket. he lunges for it but she skips back from him and says, “well it looks like they tried. they just messaged the wrong person”

steve takes the phone and sees the contact name and that the kidnappers sent the message we have your boyfriend and if you don’t do exactly what we say you’ll never see him again and is like. this is what rhodey is saved as in your phone?? what am i??

“look, the things is, it’s not like i actually use anyone’s contact, or look at it, i just tell jarvis who to call, so you really shouldn’t take this personally,” tony says.

steve types in his own number and stares in disbelief. “captain? i’m saved in your phone as CAPTAIN?”

“okay well when you gave me your number we weren’t dating and also you were being very mean to me at the time, so,” he says, resisting the urge to hide behind rhodey because he doesn’t think that will help

steve turns his gaze to rhodey. “what is tony saved as in your phone?”

“i really don’t think that’s relevant,” he answers, looking back at the hole in the wall like he’s considering flying out of it.

“jarvis, what’s tony saved as in rhodey’s contacts?” steve asks.

tony says, “j, don’t-“

“sir is saved in colonel rhodes’s contacts as baby,” jarvis answers.

clint is laughing so hard he’s going to break a rib. natasha raises an eyebrow, which is about the same thing

steve’s face is pure betrayal

“it’s because he’s an infant,” rhodey says, “and very needy and he throws up on me a lot.”

“hey!” tony scowls. “i haven’t done that in years!”

“and when you were texted about your boyfriend being kidnapped, you just knew it was tony?” steve asks.

rhodey shrugs. “well, who else would it be?”

even steve doesn’t have an answer to that

“it’s purely platonic,” tony says reassuringly, “carol would scratch my eyes out.”

steve scowls and sulks until tony changes his contact name

except now he’s in tony’s phone as captain handsome. he tells himself it’s an upgrade

#this popped into my head and now you all have to suffer #avengers #fandom ficcery

[piratefishmama]

Fake it Till you Make It | Part 13

“Buckley residence”

“Melissa, my second favourite Buckley! Hi, it’s Steve, is Robin there?”

“Oh Steve! Yes, yes one moment, I’ll just—weren’t you on holiday with your parents aaaand—?” he’d been calling Eddie his ‘partner’ for the week leading up to the big holiday. Never dropping any names, but given he’d found a sort of second home at the Buckleys… they were relentless in finding out who he was dating.

Since it’d never be Robin.

He wasn’t falling for it, no matter how deep they’d been into flower power back in the day. If he came out, Robin would end up coming out in solidarity and he knew she wasn’t ready yet so—“Yep, calling from Chicago airport, bit of a time sensitive call” he wasn’t giving it up.

“Oop, I’ll grab her—” there was a scuffle on the line then a quick “ROBIN, STEVE’S ON THE PHONE” another quick scuffle later and suddenly

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now, Dingus?”

“I’m in Chicago! Just checkin in on my baaaaaby, how’s my little bun today? Any morning sickness yet?”

“Robin!!”

“Mom get off the phone!!”

“Hahaha I’m kidding Melissa! Can I talk to Robbie alone though?”

“Unbelievable, you kids are turning me grey.”

“You’re as beautiful as ever though!” The other line clicked off, and Robin’s snickering laughter was all that remained. “One day she’s gonna stay on just to call my bluff.”

“But that is not today, again, aren’t you supposed to be on a plane? What’s up?”

“…Okay so, hypothetically, if you were fake dating someone you… I dunno… maybe, sorta… click really well with, can laugh with, and maybe sorta like a little, would you—”

“Steven Leopold Harrington do you have a crush on your boyfriend?”

“Fake, fake boyfriend, Robbie, fake. And that isn’t my middle name.”

“You’re not DENYING it! It's not even been a DAY yet, Steve!”

“No, I’m not—well… I’d call it more an interest than a crush, but that’s why I’m calling you, what would you do?”

“Pine uselessly for years, you know this.”

“Got it, pine uselessly” He could do that. He was doing that already, sort of. He’d watched in squinty eyed rage while a newsstand cashier with a nose ring flirted with his fake boyfriend while he grabbed a drink to down during the wait between flights. It didn’t go anywhere, Eddie barely even noticed, but Steve noticed. Steve noticed everything. “You really should ask Vi—”

“NO. Listen Steve, as the kids would say, you have found an ‘ultimate cheat code’ to asking your crush out, listen closely now, don’t want you to miss it… you’re already dating him!”

“It’s fake though!” Luckily his parents were off showing Eddie a cool mural they found last time they flew through. No chance of them hearing him.

“So?! Just act like it’s real! It’s like a test, you have a week to see if you’re actually growing ooey gooeys for this guy, and at the end of it, you’ll know if you wanna keep him.” Brilliant in theory but one small hiccup

“What if he doesn’t want me at the end of the week?” The fact that he hadn’t had a solid date in forever before the scheme looming over his head and heart like a dark cloud of suffering.

“I will eat my own shoe. Trust me dingus, trust me. He’ll want you, just work that mysterious Harrington Charm I’ve heard so much about. You’re already half-way there, you get to kiss him already.”

“…Okay, it’s gotta be the real stinker shoe though, you know the one.”

“The skunk one?!”

“Yep. The skunk one.”

“But we were gonna use that on—” Kevin, they were gonna hide it in Kevin’s office after he refused every holiday request Robin put in for a month after she, very politely, shot him and his advances down, why they still had it was… a mystery. They kept forgetting to get rid of it. “Fine, the skunk one. I will eat the skunk shoe, that is how confident I am that Eddie will want you, now please go and spend time with your way cooler than you boyfriend before your parents turn him into a normie.”

“Miss you already.”

“Miss you more”

“Miss you most.”

“Hang up.”

“No you han—” she hung up, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh about it knowing that undoubtedly. She’d be laughing on her end too.

The second flight was much easier to get Eddie onto. In fact, after they spent the hour between flights milling around the terminal, Eddie led him down the gangway, hand in hand, demanding he hurry up or “they’ll leave without us, my precious little harlot!!” there was no rush, they were actually first in line at the gate in front of his own parents, whom Eddie beat to the front of the queue, dragging Steve with him, still ribbing him for the mile high club thing.

He was not going to live that down any time soon.

The flight, in theory would give him a lot of time to think though. Nine hours. In seats that were too far apart. His parents in the middle of the cabin in a semi-enclosed pod-like structure comprised of two seats and a desk between them which they both shared to work on some paperwork, and he and Eddie on opposite sides of the plane.

Which sucked. Because he couldn’t hold Eddie’s hand.

He couldn’t make sure Eddie was okay, and that alone really dug into his time to think about things, because his brain was quite stuck on the fact that Eddie was alone on the other side of the cabin likely going through it as the second flight excitement could only last so long, and that just wasn’t okay.

Eddie couldn’t even do anything to pass the time, he’d packed all but one of his notebooks in his checked luggage, Steve was pretty damn sure he'd go insane if he had to just sit there with nothing to do for a whole nine hours.

So, they teamed up. From opposite sides of the cabin, because somehow Eddie just understood what Steve wanted him to do without having to be told.

It took them a joint effort all of one hour into the flight to puppy-dog eye his parents into switching seats with them.

This allowed them to pick at each other’s ‘gourmet’ meals, Eddie stealing several of his steak fries, and Steve stealing both the last bite of his steak, and two of his orange slices, it allowed Eddie to ramble on about the D&D campaign he was plotting to send the kids through when they got back, allowed Steve to subtly plant the idea into Eddie's mind that maybe... maybe he might be interested in seeing what that looked like.

Maybe they could hold the first session at his place when his parents went away again. Plenty of room! He could watch for once, instead of ribbing Dustin for it and purposefully never getting the name of the game right.

All leading to them both settling in their reclining seats, wrapped up in blankets, facing each other's smiling faces, and falling into an incredibly easy food-coma slumber for the remainder of their flight.

Both wishing the seats were just... a little closer.

Part 15

#PirateWrites #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #Fake Dating AU #do not question my airline knowledge #i have none #i'm winging it #lmao winging it... cause planes? anyway #and i dont wanna know if i'm wrong #so shhhhhhhhhhh i'm right because i say i am

[peterparkersnose]

Feeling You

pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: david’s episode and themes along with that, reader is chained up, david is literally creepy and disgusting, reader kills a person, description of death, angst, joel cannot physically feel anything, trauma description, ellie’s aftermath of david, religious trauma, mentions of weapons

a/n hi season finale my life is over at least we got mando still 💪

summary Y/N confesses something to Joel she shouldn’t have when she saw him awake for the first time in weeks after his accident

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The feeling of panic woke you up. The strange dream you couldn’t remember faded as your senses came back to you. It was cold and your head was pounding. The cold air nipped your nose. Your clothes felt like there was space between the fabric and your skin, you could feel the stinging cold prick your skin. You lay flat on what you could only imagine was a bed. It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever and only made your back stiff. Joel’s flannel from the night before had kept you warm enough to survive. Gaining the muster to move, you tried to yank your feet on the floor. Your right leg was cuffed to the bed pole.

“She’s awake,” you heard someone call, and commotion started around you. Blinking your eyes and trying to adjust to what was happening, the noise of a padlock being opened distracted you. “Good morning,”

You recognized that voice. The man that you and Ellie encountered in the woods. What was his name…David? How did you even get here?

“I’m glad to see your up.”

You scuffled on your hands, propping yourself up in bed. “Where is she?” you shivered, moving your free leg up to your chest. The only other thought that consumed your brain was the little girl you were protecting.

“You must be cold. Here,” David said, snapping his fingers. One of his friends fed a blanket through the bars that were currently entrapping you. He draped the blanket over you. You hated it, but had no choice but to accept it.

“Where is she?” you reiterated. “She’s fine.” David ensured to you. “All comfy like you.”

“This is far from comfortable.” you hissed at him. “Just, tell me a few things and I can make you feel real comfortable.” David said. His tone made your stomach drop.

“Where is he?” David asked, mimicking your insistent question.

You knew he meant Joel. That’s all they wanted. Joel. You and Ellie were just the sad accessories that came along with him. “With the rest of the group.” you lied. David sucked his teeth. “Tell the truth,” he said, standing up over you. Scooting over in the small bed, you tried to put as much distance between you and the man.

“God doesn’t look down well on liars,”

‘What a freak’ you thought to yourself. You remembered reading old stories about cults that mimicked his teachings, or what he had preached at you the night he found you and Ellie.

“What kind of god makes our world a living hell?” you taunted. “Why would you believe in some shit cause? Have you seen what is out there?”

A subtle but dark smile came to David’s face. He brought up his hand and promptly slapped you on the cheek. Hard. The all too familiar needle like feeling seeped in on your cheek. The taste of blood slowly began to form in your mouth.

“We all need a father. We all need some guidance.” David said, bringing his hand up to your face again. You winced, hoping he wouldn’t strike you again. Instead, his fingers grabbed your chin. “There’s always time to repent,”

He inspected your face, forcing it to turn in whichever angle he would like. Blood filled your gums and began to dribble down your face as he squeezed your cheeks together. “Such a pretty thing,” he sighed. You spat in his face. He sighed and wiped the blood and spit mixture from his forehead with his sleeve.

He let go and stepped back. “I see your confidence, I see your leadership, I see myself in you.” he explained, taking another step back. “We could lead, you know. Bring greatness to this group. I could give you a future. A future with me.”

A new kind of fear began as you slowly began to realize what he truly wanted from you. The only thing you were good for in his eyes, maybe besides your flesh. His eyes seemed to undress you under the few layers of clothes you had on. They had taken your coat the previous night and you were left in your jeans and one of Joel’s flannels you stole from his pack to stay warm.

“Just give him up and I’ll give you the world.”

You sat silently. It was obvious that David was getting annoyed. “He’s just your old dad. It’s probably better if my guys get to him before the-”

“He’s not my dad.” you said harshly. “Well,” David laughed. “My apologies.”

He dragged the stool from the corner of the cell to the side of the bed. He straddled the stool and got a little too close for comfort. “Is he her dad?” he asked. You shook your head no. “Uncle, brother, cousin…? I’m trying to understand the relationship so I don’t hurt the little girl too much.”

You looked away and focused on the painted white brick wall. He was searching for leverage, an advantage you were not about to give him. The breathing exercises were not working when you could smell David’s rancid breath on you. “Oh,” he said with a smirk. “I get it.”

“Your with him.”

Closing your eyes, you moved your hand over your face. “Aren’t you a little young for such an old geezer?” he asked. You shook your head no. What a fucking narcissist. This man had to be Joel’s age, and from the looks of how much hair he had left I would say, maybe, older.

The age gap was the one thing keeping you from going the extra step and pursuing Joel. The mutual attraction had been present for a while, but you both were too afraid to face the facts. And now that he was as good as dead, the mere thought of what could have been stung harder than it should have.

“If your not gonna talk, then I’m just going to move to your little friend.” David sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get what he wanted out of you without some sort of leverage. His original plan hadn’t worked.

“No,” you called out, wanting to swallow your words back down. David’s back turned around again. “Then tell me pretty girl,” he said, each step echoing in the jail cell as he got closer to you. “Are you fucking him?” he asked, his nose almost touching yours. With lips pursed and your eyes tightly closed, you shook your head no. Your face rose with heat at the mere implication. 

“Liar.” he spit at you. He left you once again and sat outside your cage with his friends.

You began to doze off. Caged to the bed like a dog and freezing wasn’t the best headspace to stay in. You tried to imagine the penicillin Ellie came back with had some sort of super power and resurrected Joel so he could come kill this red headed motherfucker that wouldn’t stop staring you down. So that he could rescue you and Ellie and you could return to Jackson to get proper treatment and then take Ellie to the lab that was supposedly in Salt Lake City. So Joel could return to you and just be there and be alive. You missed Joel endlessly, even though you were just with him hours prior. And the last time you saw him, he was as good as gone.

As you were dreaming about the unlikely future, the men began to stir. One left, and another followed. There was muffled arguing down the hallway. David was getting angry about all the commotion and went to see what was happening.

“She what?” you heard him yell down the hall. “You mean to tell me she’s escaped?”

Your lungs caught your breath too hard when you heard him say that. She’s escaped? Ellie?

“Watch her.” David commanded, poking his head in the room and yelling at a man who you believed to be named James. He sat down in David’s stool and stared at you. You slowly began to get up, your leg chain dangling off the bed. James didn't say a word. 

Suddenly, two gunshots rang out. You grabbed for the white painted bars blocking you from leaving, and tripping on your leg chain. “No!” you screamed, pulling yourself back up. “No,” you said quieter, the reality of Ellie’s death started to become a little too real for your comfort. 

James had arisen, his hand rested on his gun in it’s holster as he anxiously stared at the door. He took a step back, contemplating what he was going to do. His back was turned to you. Another shot rang out, and James jumped backwards. In the hassle, the keychain holding your key to freedom was conveniently sticking out of his back pocket and was accessible to you. Without hesitation, you grabbed the keys and along fell out his knife. 

James was quick to react, grabbing your hand with the keys interlocked in your fingers. He grunted as your other hand met the set of keys and started to pry his cold, lanky fingers off the keys. James was hesitant to drop his gun, it would have been in reach for you. He was clueless that his knife was in reach where he couldn't see. 

“Fine,” he said, giving up. He let go and let you have the keys. “The second you try anything…” 

He looked over at his gun. He was still level with you on the ground. Sliding the keys behind you, you quickly grabbed the knife from behind him. Panic flashed in his eyes as you grabbed his neck and swiftly impaled his neck with the knife. He began to choke, and you pushed it in once again. His gun fell from his hand as he uselessly pawed at his neck. 

After a few tries with the various keys, you finally unlocked your leg from the chain that had been wrapped around your ankle all night. Quickly, you escaped your jail cell. You grabbed James’s knife from his neck and wiped it off on your jeans. Also, you stole his gun. 

You were shaking. Freezing and adrenaline wasn't the best combination at the moment. You were unsure of where to go. Where was Ellie? Where would Ellie go? You were all she had left. The cold hallway with a door with light pouring out under it seemed like the smart choice. 

When you opened the door, you were hit like a brick wall with a gust of wind blowing snow in your direction. Your arm immediately came to cover your eyes as you hastily made your way through the snow cloud. Just as it was about to clear, two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you out in to the open. 

After grunting and fighting what you prayed wasn’t David or one of his associates, your hands were held behind your back tightly. Screaming and wriggling, you couldn’t hear the voice of your new partner in crime trying to calm you. 

“Y/N!” you finally heard. The haze around you seemed to settle. “Hey! It’s me,” 

You opened your eyes from the struggle and thought you were hallucinating from the evident dehydration and starvation. His hands now rested on your shoulders as he looked at you with the first inkling of real fear you had ever seen behind his eyes. 

“Are you alright?” Joel asked in a gutted tone, staring at the formation of a red handprint on your face. The fear turned into rage behind his eyes. All you could do was stare in to his face and enjoy the safe feeling once again. An unintentional sob came from you. Joel quickly embraced you. 

His hand shook as he cradled your head in his hand. “I got you,” he whispered, holding your body tight against his. “T-they still have her.” you whispered in his ear. 

Joel’s body stiffened. 

“Where?” he asked, letting you go. He reached for his coat, sliding it off his arms. “I don’t know I was trying to find her and—”

Joel noticed your hands and grabbed for them. They were covered in fresh blood. “Fuck,” he whimpered. “Go find her.” you said, pulling your hands away from his. “But—”

“Go,” you trembled. 

Joel’s longing look was one you were never going to forget. He saw the gun tucked in your pants and gave you a nod. “Hide,” he said in a hushed voice. 

As he was about to leave, you called out his name. He turned to you with a hurtful sigh. He was limping. Swallowing, you spit out the words to the man you had fallen for across this journey across the country. “I love you,” 

He was taken aback. It was definitely sudden and unexpected. His lips parted slightly in shock. Joel’s need to protect Ellie was strong at the moment. He didn’t have time to give in to these childish antics at the moment.

“I…”

His feelings for you wanted to stay, but his duty to Ellie, his duty to Sarah was more important than a silly crush on a silly girl. This whole time he thought he was just being delusional. All the little things, little moments the two of you shared he thought was just out of pure alliance and survival. 

Nausea filled you as you as you realized he had to go. He wasn’t going to say it back; from everything you knew about Joel Miller, you should have expected this exact reaction. He was unable to love, unable to just say it back to someone who was significantly younger than him and was a stranger just six months ago. Joel would regret this moment for the rest of his life. He stared at you in disbelief, unsure of what to do. He watched as your lips pursed and your hands wrap around your stomach, trying to keep yourself warm. 

“I’m sorry.” he muttered, turning away from you. 

You watched as you zipped his coat up as another gust of wind threw snow around the open space and he was gone.

Quickly, your eyes darted for a hiding spot. The survival instinct came in and tried its best to shut out the hurt you had just caused yourself. An old heat radiator stood a few feet to your left, in the direction Joel was. A produce crate covered in snow was another foot away and you picked it up, placing it next to the radiator. You sat on the freezing ground, clutching the gun and praying for something to go right today. 

A terrible scream erupted in the town’s square. You recognized that scream anywhere. Ellie, the little girl you had been with practically since her birth was in trouble. Your heart pounded in your chest as you jumped from your hiding space and ran towards the screaming. When you arrived, you stopped a few feet behind them. Joel was holding Ellie just as he was holding you moments before, moments before you had just fucked everything up. A lump rose in your throat as you feared the worst. 

“Ellie!” you yelled loudly and clear, catching the little girl’s attention. She looked up at you and wailed, her face was covered in blood. Almost falling on your knees mid run to her, she left Joel’s arms and collapsed in to yours. 

“Oh, baby.” you murmured, brushing her hair our of her face. She held on to you and sobbed in to your chest. You offered soft words of assurance, unaware of what monstrosities Ellie had just survived. Slowly rocking her back and forth, your hand intertwined with hers as you tried to calm her down. Brief words through the sobs Ellie let out broke your heart. 

“Y/N-” Joel said with a raspy voice. You shot him a look of hurt as you rested your chin on Ellie’s head. You slowly shook your head in disappointment. “It’s okay, Ellie.” you whispered in her ear. “Your safe now.”

“We really should go,” Joel urged, anxiously looking around. You closed your eyes, ignoring him. Ellie’s wails had subsided, but her grip on your waist hadn’t let up. 

“Let’s go,” you whispered to her, using the sleeves of Joel’s coat to wipe some of the blood off of her face. Joel was right. You all were heavily exposed at the moment. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

--

It was now night. The horse was gone, and Joel was barely able to keep upright for long. You had found a cave while trying to hunt down a rabbit. The three of you were going to rest there for the night. 

Ellie hadn’t left your side. Her hand was in yours as you made your way up the cold mountainside. Slowly, the three of you trudged upward. 

The rabbit you had caught for dinner was average. Joel was hurt, but still useful. He made a fire and helped Ellie get comfortable. She was in dire need for a good night of sleep. Hell, you all were in dire need for a good night of sleep. No words had been spoken between you and Joel since the small town. 

Ellie’s head rested in your lap. You sat against the wall of the cave and watched Ellie as she slowly took in breaths. Joel was fixated on the flames, making sure they were still roaring strong. 

“You should get some sleep,” Joel said, breaking the tension. You shrugged. “I-I can take first watch,” he offered. “No.” you said back bitterly. 

“Y/N,” Joel sighed, adjusting his tone to yours. “Are you going to be bitter the rest of this trip?” he asked bluntly. Your head snapped to look up at him. Joel raised an eyebrow. 

“I just need some time, Joel.” 

“Well, you kinda said it at the worst time possible.” he muttered, using the ground to stand up and fetch another log of wood for the fire. “Well,” you seethed. “I thought you were dead. When I saw you…I had to.” 

You sighed and closed your eyes as you heard him toss the wood on the fire. 

Joel’s shoulders slumped as he slid down back against the wall. “Yeah, I know.” he said heavily. “It’s just hard for me to hear things like that.”

You nodded. “I’m sorry. I should have been more… considerate.” you apologized, searching for the right word. Joel was right; wrong time and wrong place. Stretching your legs out towards the fire, Ellie stirred in her sleep. You and Joel stared at the girl, waiting for her to calm. Her grasp on your hand tightened, but she seemed to fall back into her hazy state.

“I failed her,” Joel said, a tinge of sadness backed up his tone. “Joel, no.” you sighed. “I-I should have been there. I should have been more careful and…”

His face scrunched as he placed his hand on his forehead, shielding his eyes. Was he… no. Was he?

Slowly, you moved Ellie off your lap. She let out a few grunts of protest, but you placed your backpack under her head. You scuffled next to Joel. He seemed to jump at your touch. “Joel,” you whispered, grabbing his hand in yours. Tears welled in his eyes. “I failed her Y/N.” 

The definition of her was falling on a fine line between Ellie and Sarah. 

“No you didn’t. You saved us, Joel. You saved her.” 

The two of you stared at Ellie. She was sound asleep. Ellie was now clean, you had helped her clean up in a freezing stream. It almost felt like a proud parent moment in some odd, fucked up way. The two of you staring at your miracle kid. She had survived and endured so much for her age. It was almost odd to see her resting so peacefully. The knowledge that the two of you got her there safely was enough to keep the hope flowing.

Your other hand fell over the one you had holding on to his, and your head rested on his shoulder. 

“I love that kid so fucking much,” Joel blurted out, his free hand moving to wipe a tear out of his face. “I know.” you said, feeling the emotions in you begin to rise. “I love her too,” you whispered, your eyebrows falling soft. Joel tried to keep it in, but a sudden gasp for air made it evident that he was crying. 

Sitting with him was the best thing you could do. Your hand rubbed over his knuckles that had healed from the events of leaving the Boston QZ. Slowly, testing your limits, your arm wrapped around his shoulders. He moved his head in to the nape of your neck and sighed. He was hiding behind you from his feelings and the world. You were his metaphorical escape. 

Joel’s mind wandered to all the previous moments the two of you had shared. Awkward, brief stares at each other in the Boston QZ periodically before you two actually knew each other. When you bandaged him up after a bullet graze. Your hands were so soft and you worked so carefully, making sure the process was as painless as you could make it. Or when you shared your last meal with him. You ripped the disgusting piece of jerky up and insisted he ate it. The two of you were sitting in what used to be a park and was watching Ellie play on the fragile equipment when it happened. One of the few moments she actually got to live like a kid. 

“Y/N?” Joel whispered in your ear. Turning to look at him, his eyes were red and puffy. “I do love you, you know.” 

A thin lipped smile rose to your face. You nodded. “I’m not very good at these kinds of things… I’m sorry.” he sighed.

You rejected his apology and rested your head back on his shoulder. “I know. Me too,” you managed to say, with a slight chuckle at the end. Your hand wrapping over his slowly turned in to his hand intertwining with yours. “We’ll get through this. Together.” you assured him. Joel nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly on the forehead. You felt a rush of happiness fill you at this small gesture. 

Joel was a hard man to crack, you had known that since the first day you met him. His stubbornness was relentless. This meant the world to you. 

Now as the two of you lay side by side, you felt him wrap his arms around you. Joel was so warm, it was comforting. He pulled you close, not caring what Ellie would think when she awoke. You both closed their eyes, praying this remote cave was safe enough to not stay up and watch for any danger. And it was. 

Joel was healing physically, but the shattered man inside began repairs as the night moved on. He knew he could do anything, feel anything, and try to be even an inkling of the man he used to be with you at his side.

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[lewkwoodnco]

Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day." 

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes. 

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?" 

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face. 

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that." 

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.” 

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope. 

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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[yesihaveaobsession]

The Healers Touch

Alastor x female reader

Summary: Alastor gets hurt and comes to you, one who he trusts most to not tell anyone about what damage he has and done. Your little girl decides she wants to help the deer demon herself.

As Alastor was now all beat up, his shadow seemed to take over him, and he soon appeared in your house. He saw that you were doing dishes and humming a soft tune. He looked around and wondered if you lived alone. You did have a little girl, but you hadn't told him about her yet. Due to the running faucet and your humming, you didn't hear or see Alastor's shadow form into the demon himself. His usual form was hunched over.

"Sweetheart," Alastor said, strained slightly, startling you. You jumped out of your skin, your heart pounding in your chest as you clutched your heart and gasped for breath. Slowly, you turned around, expecting to find an intruder or perhaps a figment of your imagination, but instead, you were met with the grinning visage of the Radio Demon himself.

Your eyes shot open, and you threw the dishcloth on the counter, rushing over to his side. "Oh my God, Al, what the hell happened?" You asked as you helped him to the couch. "Just got in a little scuffle, dear, nothing I can't handle," he replied. You shook your head; you should've known that he wasn't going to tell the truth. But you decided to just drop it. "Got in a fight with someone, I'm fine," he said, and you just looked at him. "Alastor, you're—" You started, but he let out a radio-static to let you know he didn't want to talk about it yet. You nodded.

He let out a little radio-static as you helped him sit on the couch. "But if you don't mind, I find myself in need of your expertise, my dear. There's a matter that requires a delicate touch, and I trust no one more than you to assist." You only nodded and were going to continue, but that was shortly stopped; the sound of playful footsteps echoed through the hallway. Your daughter, a bundle of energy and innocence, bounded into the room.

"Mama, who's here?" she asked, her curious eyes falling on Alastor. She was clutching a little stuffed animal that had a children's bandage on its head. You only let out a warm smile and looked over at Alastor, then back to your daughter. "Sweetheart, this is Alastor. He's a friend of Mama's."

Your daughter continued to stare at Alastor, taking in his unique presence, then darted towards him, a colorful children's bandage clutched in her delicate hands. You watched as Alastor leaned forward slightly, so the little girl was able to reach his face.

"Mr. Alastor, you have a boo-boo," she announced, her voice filled with concern. Alastor's surprised expression turned into an amused one as the little girl placed the colorful bandage on one of his cuts on his face. The radio demon's eyes looked over at you, your arms crossed, watching the sweet scene unfold in front of you. Then, Alastor's gaze turned soft as he looked at your daughter, and a small smile appeared on his hurt face.

"Thank you, my dear," Alastor said, his smile genuine as he looked down at the little girl. "You have a healer's touch." Your little girl's expression turned into pride as she stepped back to look at her work.

"My name is [daughter's name]," Alastor just smiled at her and gave her a small nod. You had knelt down next to your daughter and placed a hand on the back of her head. "Why don't you go play in your room, sweetheart? Mama and Mr. Alastor have some grown-up talk to attend to."

With a nod, the girl skipped off, leaving Alastor and you are alone once more. As you began to discuss the matter at hand, a sense of comfort settled over Alastor, grateful for the support of both you and your compassionate daughter. The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming more intimate as you delved into the intricacies of the situation. Alastor's trust in you was evident as he divulged details, he wouldn't share with just anyone. And as you worked together to unravel the complexities before you, a bond between you strengthened, cemented by mutual respect and understanding. Despite the chaos and danger that often-surrounded Alastor, here in your home, there was a sense of peace and solace, a sanctuary from the tumultuous world outside.

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[gay4abby]

hii can i request a jordan li x reader comfort type thing? like maybe reader gets hurt during a fight or smth and jordan tends to her wounds & makes her feel better?

why would you want to fight me at cheesecake ??

masterlist. no y/n. requested, yes. warnings, angst (slight) & fluff. pairings, jordan li x reader. hope u enjoyyyyyy, i love me some caring Jordan. divider by kimjiho1.

Justine was the one who started it. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was talking shit about Jordan and how they quite literally dislocated her jaw, you wouldn’t be in this mess. Just like any other Supe, you have the ability of strength, but what differentiates you from the others is that your power is to manipulate dark matter. Essentially, you can take dark matter and change its particles. It is absolutely devoid of any kind of life you can imagine, but by being able to concentrate its compounds, you can create chemicals out of thin air.

This kind of power doesn’t come very often. Anyone from a mile away can recognise the significance this kind of power has. But, it doesn’t protect you from the occasional bruise and cuts whenever you find yourself in a fight. For Justine to step to you as if you wouldn’t manipulate her out of existence was very bold, however. “You fucking cunt!” You screamed before lunging at her, your fists balled up to land a clean one on her eye. The eyeball itself is severely pushed back into her skull, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. You spat out some blood and wiped your mouth of any remaining traces of it left around your lips.

“Babe! What the fuck?” Jordan was approaching with haste, seeing blood on you was the last thing they’ve ever wanted to see. You can practically feel the worry oozing from them as they cupped your face in their nimble hands, their rings feeling cool against your heated skin. Jordan turned your face every which way to assess any other injuries that may have occurred that went unnoticed the first time. “What the fuck are you doing?” They practically yelled into your face. You clasped on to their wrists, slowly pulling their hands away. “Honey, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m cool.”

“No the fuck you’re not. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. Do you see yourself? You’re all cut up, fucking kidding me. “I’m fine” the fuck you’re not,” Jordan ranted on as they made their way out, Justine wailing behind them. “Did you see what they fucking did to me? This isn’t fucking funny!”

“You’re a self healer, Justine, get over it.”

“Look at me, this way.” Jordan instructed you to face them as their subtle hands gently wiping away at the dried blood that developed around the cut on your lip. You whined slightly, Jordan scolding you with a silent expression. “It’s not that bad.” You spoke, turning your head to the side so they can tend to the gash on your cheek. “Stop diminishing the situation. You got into a fight. No wait, you got into a fight, at the Cheesecake Factory! Do you realise how that sounds?!”

A sheepish expression graced your features, embarrassed at the accusation. “At least I lived up to the Drake lyric, am I right?” You chuckled, immediately stopping when you saw Jordan turning red. “I’m sorry.”

“Damn right you’re fucking sorry. You could’ve gotten hurt!”

You were taken aback by that a little. What was Jordan trying to say? That you can’t defend yourself at a moment’s notice? That you’re so weakling who needs their reduce every time you find yourself in a scuffle? “I can defend myself, thank you very much,” you spat. Jordan’s expression suddenly softened.

“That isn’t what I meant. I know you can I just.” They stopped a moment trying to find the right words to say without sounding like a complete douchebag to their partner. “I meant that…actually. I just. I don’t want to lose you, okay? I know you’re strong, you’re the fucking strongest between you and me. But, you don’t always have to fight every battle.” Their voice got lower at the end, cracking just a bit. You saw their waterlines slightly filling up.

Cupping their cheeks, you kissed them off guard, Jordan leaning into it immediately. Soft and tender, your lips moved in unison. A puzzle piece finally connected from its part after being away for so long. It went on like that for a couple moments before the both of you pulled back for some air. You were just staring at each other, your eyes flicking to their lips every now and then.

“You could never lose me, you know that?” Jordan nodded, pressing their forehead against yours. Your warmth radiated off to them, Jordan basking in its comfort before moving back to continue tending to your wounds. “But,” they began pausing for a moment to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Cheesecake Factory, really?”

“Oh my god, you’re not gonna let this go are you?”

“I’m sorry! It’s just, so fucking comical. Like of all places, you guys fight at the Cheesecake fucking Factory.” Jordan’s laughter rang through the room as they placed a Queen Maeve bandaid on the gash on your cheek. Although they were making fun of you, you couldn’t help but feel your heart soar beautifully at the laugh that could light up a thousand street lamps. “Whatever, I was defending your honour!”

“My honour was defended enough when I broke Justine’s jaw.”

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[spiritually-a-blorb]

in light of me being a little silly, a little sillier, and finally reaching my silliest peak, I would like to introduce my favorite cringefail loser and give you headcannons about him

- Lester still had slightly purple veins after the possession. it was barely noticeable, but his blood, and therefore his veins, were a little darker. he just never points this out

- Lester had a little bit of a scuffle trying to get to California in the burning maze, and he literally never told anyone. just as a little silly. this is why he wanted maple lemon cronuts. he got in a fight at some random bakery (beacuse he wanted to get food for everyone) and he managed to snag food for everyone but himself

- Apollo visits Sweet on America, the place Sally used to work, and he'll get different candies his kids like, or he thinks they'll like. he is surprisingly successful at this, and now he keeps candy on his person at all times, like a grandma does

- Lester's complaints about memory loss were valid, for one. but the second thing? just for a lil spice, I think trying to access those memories hurts him just a little, enough for the brain to try and block those memories out. that's why his memory is super faulty. his brain is literally working against him

- Lester is checked over by Meg after every fight they have after The Big Stab™️, and she feels extra guilty when she finds out how tarquin was turning him into a zombie

- Lester was separated from Meg in a crowd once, while they were getting to the Tower of Nero. he flipped his ever-loving shit and proceeded to yell her name so loud he broke a window. Meg never got separated from him again

- Meg will do this thing where she will mispronounce words on purpose beacuse she knows that it annoys Lester. Lester eventually uses those mispronounciations in multiple haikus, and presents them to Meg in a written and stage performance. Meg has never been so annoyed and so touched in her life once she remembers that those were her mispronounciations. she then demands financial compensation for her words being used in said haikus

- Apollo (post ToA) does actually help herophile start some game shows. he gets her a nice setup and everything, and she soon becomes well known for her successful shows, both on normal channels and Hephestus TV.

- Meg eventually goes out and sees the ToA books on some bookstore shelves, and buys the entire series. she gets a lot of secondhand embarrassment due to Lester sometimes, but she enjoys re-living some good memories with her dummy. plus she likes hearing what the Arrow of Dodona actually had to say.

- Conversely, Apollo literally shrivels up in a ball when he finds out that Meg read the entire book series. he just lays there with his hands over his face while his kids swarm Meg to get her to show them the books. Apollo does not want to live through that, but he stays as they read the entire story. they all end up in a massive cuddle pile by the end

- Eventually, Artemis meets Meg. she kinda likes her by the end, but is somewhat jealous of the sibling relationship she has with Apollo. Apollo just likes seeing his two sisters get along. Meg, however, is a little conflicted as well. This is her annoying dummy, and someone else telling Apollo that, even in jest, grates on her a little (unless he deserved it. then she adds on)

- Apollo really likes fries. The big reason is they are cheap, and he would get a meal with the money they had at some gas station or fast food place, and give Meg the meal and just eat (and share) the fries. He did this right up to The Burning Maze, but only beacuse Aloe Vera kinda snitched on him to Grover. Aloe Vera only found out when she saw him climbing back down into the maze to eat the strawberries.

- Meg was super upset when she found out about the fry thing. Apollo insisted he was fine, and that he didn't need as much food as her, since she was still growing. She was a little more mad when she realizes she had been growing food that was meant to help in combat, and Apollo had to double back to get some, or he went hungry.

#toa #lester papadopoulos #pjo apollo #meg mccaffrey #sunflower siblings #just a lil bit

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Not Weak

Highschool Gojo x reader classmate

Pairing: Gojo x reader (this can be seen as romantic or platonic since I didn’t really specify. I do like platonic friendship stories a lot tho)

Summary: You are trying your very hardest to catch up to your classmates and not get left behind.

Warnings: language, mentions of a little blood, fainting kinda

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Pathetic. There was really no other way to put it. Truly and utterly pathetic was what you were. All this training and yet you could barely summon any energy.

At this rate you’d only be able to defeat a raccoon.

“Ugh why can’t I do it…” you slump down on the tree, the target in front of you barely scratched.

You were a first year like your classmates, Gojo, Geto and Shoko but for some reason they were all improving and you were still stuck in the same place like a fly in mud. Your family had a technique, ice manipulation (excuse me while I make things up) but for some reason you were the only person who wasn’t an instant prodigy. It was extremely discouraging, especially when Gojo and Geto were so strong already.

“Hey snowflake, you’re getting better, almost felt a little chill there for a second”

“Gojo… did you come here just to make fun of me?”

“Aw cmon I wouldn’t do that, just wanted to see what you were up to, you weren’t at breakfast.”

“Just training… I’m close to a breakthrough I can feel it”

“Well do us all a favor and figure it out soon because this heat has been killing me- would love a personal air conditioner”

“You threw a rock aimed at his head which of course bounced off thanks to his new trick, infinity.”

“Rude” you just rolled your eyes and moved to stand again, ready to try again.

“Satoru stop picking on y/n” Geto emerged from the trees.

“Huh? I’m not picking on her, if anything she’s bullying me!”

“Yeah like that’s believable…” Shoko popped out behind Geto. Cigarette hanging from her lips.

“Great you’re all here…” you mumbled. Now you can all witness my patheticness…

“We didn’t see you all day, we got worried” shoko ever the sweet one looked at you concerned.

“Well I’m fine” you said with a bit more bite than you meant to.

“Ooh someone’s in a mood”

“Leave her alone Gojo she’s working hard unlike you”

“Why you little-“

“It’s not exactly a lie though is it”

“You to suguru?!? I thought you guys were my friends!”

During their little scuffle you snuck away. Your mind on one thing and one thing only. Getting your damn technique to work.

Once you were far enough away you positioned yourself towards a large boulder.

Ok breathe in

Breathe out

Focus

You raised your hand towards the boulder.

Focus

Focus

Prickles travelled up your arm towards your hand.

Ok now build the energy in the palm

Hold it

Hold it

Don’t lose it come on!

Focus!

Focus!

You trembled trying to control the energy

“FUCK” you felt your body jerk heavily and the energy disappear completely, like it did every damn time before you could even send it out.

You doubled over breathing heavily.

Why?! Why couldn’t you do it!? Were you always going to be this weak??? No, no you couldn’t… if you did they’d leave you behind… you couldn’t be left behind….

Again. You had to try again.

“Ok, focus” you repeated this cycle about a hundred more times or so it felt. It was nighttime but you were still at it.

Just……one……more…..time…..

“Urgh” you collapsed onto your hands and knees. Blood droplets coated the grass. You coughed a few more times before continuing your ritual.

Again… one more time…

But this time when you rose you stumbled and fell again.

Pathetic. Come you useless sorcerer get up. Every bone in your body was screaming but you ignored it completely and rose once more.

Focus

Focus

Foc-

Suddenly your target boulder blurred and you felt yourself tipping to the side.

“Woah hey, you ok?” Gojo…. What was he doing here. And most importantly why couldn’t you speak.

He held you upright and leaned down to look at your face,

“You look like hell…” his eyes gleamed in the darkness, appraising your sorry state.

“Mmfine” you slurred unconvincing.

“Hm yeah sure you are…” Gojo said sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s go find Shoko.”

“I don’t nee-“ your world spin again and gojo gripped you tighter so you wouldn’t fall.

“You were saying?” He raised an amused brow.

You sighed, there wasn’t really much training you could do when you couldn’t stand…

You nodded half heartedly in Gojos direction. You tried taking a step and stumbled,

“Alright stubborn Bambi up we go”

Ah!?

“Gojo I can walk, let me down!” His long legs easily carried you both across the training field in record time.

“Stop moving or I’ll drop you geez”

“Gojo-“you sighed in defeat. Hating yourself even more for getting dizzy again and being forced to lean your head on his chest.

“Don’t wake shoko… just need sleep…” you whispered but you knew he heard it”

He looked down at you and thought for a moment.

“Uh you sure? You were coughing up blood you know…”

“Mm sure…” you mumbled already halfway to lala land. For trash like him, he sure did smell good…

“Ok fine but in the morning you should at least let her-….aaaaand you’re asleep.” He sighed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. He frowned a bit at your state. He knew you were trying but some people just weren’t cut out for this line of work. He wasn’t trying to be mean or anything, it was just the truth…

He knew you wouldn’t take that well if he told you that though. Ugh why did things have to be so complicated!?!

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The next morning you felt like a hundred bricks were weighing you down.

You groaned as you tried to sit up. Every single part of you ached.

You vaguely remembered last night with Gojo. Heat rose shamefully to your cheeks. How embarrassing it was that he had to carry you and to top it off you fell asleep on him!? How were you going to face him ugh…

It took about a hour for pain meds to kick in enough for you to shower, change and promptly make your way to the training grounds again. You would make sure this time though you wouldn’t push yourself to the point of collapsing.

Ten minutes later you were in front of the same boulder in the same position.

Familiar pinprickles soon formed in your palm

Focus…

Focus…

Focus…

Foc-

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Fuck

Your concentration was abruptly broken by the unmistakable voice of your midnight savior.

“training duh” you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Are you really that eager to fall into my arms again?”

You rolled your eyes and turned towards him,

“That was… well I guess I should be thanking you… sorry for the trouble last night…” you mumbled scratching the back of your neck.

“Mm I’d believe you expect for the fact that you seem eager to repeat last nights fiasco.”

“I’m fine now… I’ll know when I should stop…”

That was a lie, you both knew it.

You turned back to your target hoping that Gojo would leave you alone.

Palm raised up

Focus

Focus

Focus

Just a bit more…

Almost there…

Ah! Your body jerked like it did every freakin time and you let out a labored breath.

Gojo watched silently from the sidelines

You tried a few more times, your breathing and now coughing getting worse and worse each breath.

Finally when he felt you truly were at your limit again he decided to stop you.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the hand clutching your wrist because honestly you thought he had left awhile ago.

“What ….are you ….doing…?” You asked between heavy breaths.

“You’re gonna pass out if you keep going”

“I won’t… I’m ok really, just a few more then I’ll stop…”

“Yeah no, that’s not happening,”

“Let go, seriously it’s fine, I need to train-“

“When did you become more stubborn than me huh?” You tried pulling but he wouldn’t budge.

“If I let go are you gonna stop?”

“…… yes”

“You’re a horrible liar” he deadpanned.

“Ugh just quit it Gojo! Don’t you have better things to do than babysit me?? Can’t you see I’m trying to train over here??” You were starting to get really annoyed now.

“….” Should he say it? Should he say that maybe you weren’t cut out for this life? That maybe you should quit trying? Could he say it? It would break you he knew but better a broken you than a dead one….

You saw the change in his eyes and gulped suddenly uneasy, “what…?”

“Maybe…. Maybe it’s time to stop…” in his defense, he really was thinking about what’s best for you.

But you on the other hand…

Your eyes were wide as saucers. His words echoed like a deadly bell that sealed your worst nightmare. He said only a few words but you understood the deeper meaning behind them in an instant.

Weak

Pathetic

Useless

He and everyone else knew it

And now you were going to be left behind.

Against your will tears beagn to burn in your eyes.

“Y-You-“ but the words choked in your throat.

“I w-won’t” you whispered, hot tears now streaming down your cheeks while you yanked your hand away from him and he finally let you.

He looked at you with a face you hated more than anything, pity…

“Stop it….” You felt your emotions start to rise.

“Stop looking at me like that! I will get strong! I won’t stop! I can’t stop! So don’t you of all people tell me to stop!”

“Ok, listen I’m sorry, just calm down alright,” he held his hands up trying to calm you but it just make you angrier.

“No- I won’t calm down! You don’t get to come here and tell me I’m weak when I’ve been trying my hardest to get stronger! Not everyone is a prodigy like you Gojo!! But mark my words I’m going to kick your ass one day and make you regret ever underestimating me!!”

“I’m not trying to call you weak-“

“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY, CANT YOU YOU’RE ONLY MAKING THINGS WORSE! JUST GO ALREADY!”

“Y/n-”

“NO-ENOUGH! IM NOT WEAK! IM NOT WEAK IM NOT WEAK!!”

“CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH”

Both you and Gojo froze, eyes wide at the sudden noise. Slowly your heads turned simultaneously to the left where your hand was outstretched, towards the boulder- sorry correction- the pile of very teeny tiny rubble.

Wha??

“Gojo….”

“Y/n….”

You both slowly turned around to each other

Then promptly burst into excited smiles and loud laughter.

“I did it!!!”

“You did it!!!”

“I did it!!!!”

You jumped onto each other hugging and jumping up and down like children.

“See I told you I could do it!!!”

“You did didn’t you!?!!”

“I’m gonna be strong Gojo!! I will!!”

“You’ll be kicking my ass in no time!!”

You both were laughing like crazy people

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“Uhhh…. What the hell did we just walk in to….” -Shoko

“I’m not sure I even wanna know….”-Geto

- How I imagine them hugging lol

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Hope you guys enjoyed! This was just a quick thing I wrote, was in the mood for some friendship fluff.

#gojo x reader platonic #gojo x reader #fluff #funny #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #teenage gojo #highschool #gojo #gojo imagine #platonic #cute #angst #jjk x reader #Geto x reader #suguru geto x reader #satoru gojo x student reader #jujustu kaisen #highschool gojo #jjk season 2

[sinsinsininning]

A little bit softer

Chapter 7

Eustass Kid x crewmate!fem!reader

TW: drinking, cursing

Sorry it’s been so long for an update, work and life have been crazy and I barely got this chapter written.

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Your group tried to ask for details of your conversation with Jon, but you didn’t let them know anything.

Those rat bastards couldn’t be trusted.

In an effort to stave off boredom and suspicion, you hopped from group to group. Taking time to visit with everyone and practice a little flirting, not that you needed it but it passed the time. Wire was probably your most common victim tonight, though he gave as good as he got.

“Aw come on Wire! You can’t be calling it off already.” You pout when he announces his last round of the night, it wasn’t even that late. He pats your cheek softly and gave you a smile.

“As much as I’d love to stay darling, there’s a handsome young man I’ve had my eye on and I think we’re about ready to go.” He consoles you, giving you a small kiss on the top of your head. You’re giggling as he saunters off to find his date for the night, leaving you with Killer alone.

You don’t spend much time with Killer one on one, he’s a very stoic and closed off person, even more so in public. Despite his mother hen type personality, he was probably the crew member you talked to the least, except maybe Kid. Still you felt bad leaving him alone right as soon as Wire’s gone, although he probably wouldn’t mind.

The two of you sit together, sipping your drinks as you watch the crowd. You’ve switched to straight soda now to avoid getting any sloppier and it seems to’ve helped a little.

“So…. what’s your type?” Killer suddenly asks.

You choke on your drink for a moment, he pats you on the back roughly. After a little coughing, you burst out laughing.

“Where’d the fuck did that come from?”

“Curious.”

“Mhmm yeah sure. Curious.” You roll your eyes. “Doesn’t have anything to do with trying to get me and the Captain together?”

“You’ve noticed that?” You’re surprised that he’s surprised, you start laughing again.

“Yeah I have! You’re not subtle, none of you are subtle!” You gesture widely to the crowd, no one pts you any mind.

“You never answered.” He reminds you.

“Oh is it First mate’s order then?” You chuckle, blowing bubbles into your drink.

“Yes.” You’d throw your drink at him if you thought you could win the ensuing scuffle.

“You first.” You face him, giving him all of your attention, chin propped up on your hand as you watch him tense up. “What’s your type, Killer?”

His neck is red, you realize with glee. Your normally unflappable first mate was blushing. Part of you is a little sad you didn’t picture him the other night in the showers, but you tried to push that thought from your mind. You didn’t wanna end up with a red face as well.

“I uh- asked first.” He coughs and turns his head.

“Come on! You’re asking me I think I should get something in return.” You whine, it apparently works on him- not shocking.

“Fine, I like short women, with bright hair. Like pink or blue.” He finally answers. You start to get up and he shouts after you. “Where’re are you going?”

“To find pink hair dye!” You cackle, trying to dip into the crowd and lose him, but he’s faster and soon you have a large hand gripping the back of your chest harness.

“Nice try. Was funny though.” He easily carries you back, about to set you down when a shout stops him.

“Oi the fuck you doing with her?”

Blocking your path to the booth is Kid, glowering at Killer as you dangle from his hand. Behind him is the same pretty lady from before, her eyes are wide as she looks between you and Killer. You wave to her with a bright smile, she waves back slowly.

“She thinks she’s funny and trying to run off.” Killer says, not belying the real story. “I’m bringing her back to the booth.” Kid just looks annoyed now, his eyes on you now.

“You’re causing a lot of fucking trouble today.”

You just grin at him, still feeling energized from messing with Killer.

“Hey, you good?” The woman behind him asks, her eyes are only on you. You recognize this look, Hop has taught you Girl Code before and you’ve definitely done it as well.

“Shit I forgot you were there.” Kid mumbles, but Killer is watching her intently, his hand on you is tense. Your smile brightens even more.

“I’m good, my buddy is just mad I won’t wing man for him.” You give her a thumbs up before Killer drops you suddenly. Kid’s hand is quick to snatch you by the front of your harness, before you hit the ground, it’s only a moment before he sets you down. A little flustered by all the movement you try to smile at her again. “I like your hair, very pretty blue.” She smiles genuinely now.

“Thank you! I like yours too.”

You grin up at Killer and back at Kid, a plan on you mind now. A quick glance at the clock tells you you’ve only got 10 minutes left.

“Hey Boss, I forgot I had some shit to go over with ya.” You step over to her and gesture back to Killer. “Cool if we trade? I promise he’s good company.”

The woman grins at you, getting what you mean. She leans forward in an exaggerated manner to whisper in your ear.

“Thanks, the redhead is a little boring so good luck.” You both giggle and trade spots, she immediately is tugging Killer off to a new table. It doesn’t take much for him to follow her.

“The fuck just happened?”

“Sorry Boss, had to help Killer out and get him off my back.” You didn’t think he’d actually be mad, he seemed to be barely aware of her existence. He confirms it by sitting where Killer had and downing the rest of his friend’s drink.

“Meh it’s fine,” Kid shrugs, not particularly concerned. You check the clock again, 4 minutes to go. “What was he bitching about now?”

“Hmm?” You turn away from the clock to scan the crowd for Jon. “Oh uh he was asking me about weird stuff.”

“Weird stuff? The hell does that mean?” He looks over the crowd now to see what you’re looking at. His fingers snap in front of your face. “Hey pay attention.”

“He was asking about my type and shit.” You we’re distracted and couldn’t think of a lie, plus you wanted to see how’d Kid react. It was instantaneous, your captain went red faced and stiff, you kinda liked it.

Knock that off and look for Jon.

Kid didn’t say anything for a moment, just watching you for a moment as you kept looking around. Finally he stood up, catching your attention as he came around to your side, he pulled on your wrist gently.

“Let’s go. Outside.” You didn’t move for a moment, confused, he didn’t pull harder or let go. Just stared down at you.

“Oh I’m actually wait-”

“I know who you’re waiting for.” He cuts you off, scowling now as he tugs on your wrist again. “Outside. Now.”

#one piece #eustass kid #one piece smut #one piece kid #eustass x reader #kid x reader #kid pirates #one piece x reader

[meowsgirldrawing]

Tough Week (Papa Mammon-Obey Me)

Mammon being a good papa basically.

Word Count: 1,865

Mentions of other kids, slight poly of MC but can be interpreted as whatever wanted. Mentions of GN MC but gets called Mom

Other kids for reference- Here

Masterlist- Here

AO3 Link- Here

Summary:

Varya can feel her eye twitch, her knuckles ache from how hard she grips her cane. Her siblings all tease her in their own ways for having one at 26 but at this point, it’s her only lifeline with how utterly chaotic her siblings can be.

It's been a tough week..

Varya can feel her eye twitch, her knuckles ache from how hard she grips her cane. Her siblings all tease her in their own ways for having one at 26 but at this point, it’s her only lifeline with how utterly chaotic her siblings can be. 

It’s been a tough week.

First she finds out River and Ryder pulled Rhomb into some pranks, thus getting them all detention with her having to attend a basic hearing on their collective punishment. And on top of having to make one on the spot herself to appease Lucifer. “You’re the oldest, you have to keep them in line.” Thankfully Rhomb will be graduating soon, otherwise she might lose another decade on her life.

Adding to that, the next day she had to look for a missing Quinn, only to find him in one of the worst sets of town in the Lust ring, just ending a motorcycle race. It wouldn’t be so bad if she ended up walking in on him in a scuffle with one of the other bikers, them pissed they got beat by one of the Avatars’ kids. She’s usually fine with her siblings taking on their own battles, they need tough skin in Devildom anyway. But they just had to waste her time more by the biker making a lewd comment about her right in front of her dear, protective, little brother. 

Yeah, another punishment had to be made on the spot.

The day after that had her in the human realm with her calmer parent, MC and the youngest, Frankie. After some negotiations as usual about the human realm sending more exchange students to Devildom as per Lord Diavolo’s request, she was dragged to a party per Frankie’s request. She never minds parties, not really. Her father brought her to many in the Fall when she was around 18ish. 

Yet, her content mood went to downright sour as she noticed some human punk making too many moves on her younger sister. The men in her life were always respectful, save for some flirting in front of her and her siblings with their ‘mother’. So you can imagine how many seconds she was close to revealing her demon form. Thankfully Frankie wasn’t allowed to drink yet, because many drunk teens went on booing her, calling her names like ‘prude’ or ‘old woman’ as she yanked her sister out of the house and into her silver ride. 

Frankie’s apology hug did help lesson the headache that night but still.

Many similar instances occur for the rest of the week. The twins pulling more pranks. Ending up in an awkward position as Lucifer and Satan fought about a mundane thing. Lilly and Diavolo’s heir forcing her into an improve shopping trip despite wanting 5 minutes to herself. Having to make up more punishments when she could care less of what her siblings do for this once. And even when she got some time to herself, she had to deal with some low-life demons undermining her desperately at the casino. Unfortunately leading her to teach them why she’s considered the strongest, most powerful spawn of the Lords of Devildom. 

She’s had a tough week, and she needs a break.

Ignoring another phone call from Lucifer, Varya stuffs her DDD into her skirt pocket, slides her cane out of the passenger seat it was previously thrown carelessly into, and opens up her silver ride. 

It snaps shut with a harsh bang, and her heels click against the concrete as she makes her way to the building. Workers under her father wave or call greetings to her, used to her occasional visits, and she waves back, perhaps a bit more shortly than the wontoned. Her everyday smile a-tad tight more straight.

Through an elevator ride and passing several doors, she makes her way to the main office. Her father’s office. 

She hears his voice, deduces he’s either in a meeting or chatting up the phone by his tone, and knocks before sliding in and hanging on the side. Before she would hang outside, but right now, she needs to see him sooner.

Her back rests on the wall, her smile tight and as patient as she can make it.

“Yeah, well demand is comin’ soon with tha season so we need ta get goin’, Shilk.” Mammon’s nails tap on the desk, his wedding ring glinting in the forever red and purplish hues that filter in the giant glass. He looks up from his hard look into the client chair before him and nods his greeting. Varya bows her head lightly, her long, white hair falling over her shoulder.

“Ok, ok. I got it. I’ll have tha data send ta ya by the end of the week. Just make it snappy, Shilk.” His words pushy, but his tone a touch playful. He ends the call with a short bye, see ya later, before spinning towards his kid with a growing grin. 

“ Lil Treasure!” He smirks, “Long time no see, eh? Miss yer old man much?”

“Please.” Her eyes roll, playing his game as easy as pie. “I only came to check up on you, Mother wanted to come see you earlier this week but the exchange program discussions continues to keep them on Earth.” 

He hums, he misses his human too. Behind continuous operations of his ever-growing business and working behind the scenes for RAD, he’s barely had time to see them or their daughter. Speaking of…

“I heard you overtook a new territory this week!” He laughs, carefree as a demon can when talking about territory wars and power growth. It’s been a hot minute for himself to do so, but you don’t even have to look at the older demon to know he’s very damn proud his kid is just about following in his boots. Or Heels in her matter.

“Varya Morningstar- Daughter of Greed- overtakes the Newbon territory in a matter of 2 days, all with a winning smile present.” He recalls the headline he saw, whistling at the end.

 “Someone must’ve pissed you off.” Her eyes squint and join her smirk at his snicker.

“Well, I suppose when someone stares at your upper chest area a little too much while simultaneously telling you that betting your worth is the utmost impossible, it can be noted as irritating.” Her sharp canines shine. 

“That’s my girl!” He cheers, wondering closer. “Don’t let anyone tell you shit, yer my kid after all!”

Varya’s expression doesn’t fall but Mammon still notices anyway, “I hope I could always do so..yet it seems only Lucifer could continue to do so.”

A flash of understanding comes across his face as his head tilts. He doesn’t come across as pitiful, she may be his daughter but she was raised around the Avatar of Pride, but his hand comes to her shoulder, his brow sad/solemnly amused. “He’s really wailing into ya, aint he?”

“As if dealing with my siblings isn’t enough cannon fodder.” Her smile stays up as her shoulders tense, “I understand I am the eldest, but I can’t control every action they make. I haven’t a clue as to why he expects the opposite.”

“That’s Lucifer for ya, kiddo.” His thumb rubs light circles into her half-jacket. “Always wants people on their best behavior, even tried havin’ yer mom help out but they ended up just indulging in us more times than many.”

“But they are all of age now.” It’s rare to see his kid so upset, for years she always had a vacant expression on her face, and it wasn’t until she became older did she start having a smile everywhere, even when she was as pissed as an unsatisfied tyrant. It was her tool against fellow demons, what helped her use her ability as the eldest spawn of the 7 Lords of Devildom and rise to power on her own. People can’t tell how or what she plans, feels, anything. 

But Mammon knows, possibly the only one after his human that does. 

She’s had a tough week.

And now the cracks are finally making their way to the surface. Her smile is tight, no joy present. 

“Frankie may be in her mid teens, but she is old enough and smart enough to know how to handle herself!” Her voice wavers, not loud, at the end. “Why….why must I be the one to keep their un-needed leash? Why must I be turnin’ and throwin’ what I need to do for the day to the wind just to stop some silly prank the boys wanna do? They’ll learn why not to do it, right?”

She breathes, usually blue eyes flaring gold for a second. 

She turns silent then lifts to pinch her brow. “Apologies, Father, I came to take a breather but not to-”

Now he acts, now he wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her into his chest. “Oh shut it. Yer tired and you got a right to rant.” She tries to push back, not allowing such a ‘weak’ moment but Mammon doesn’t let her. If anything, he pulls her tighter, hand on her head, carding his fingers into her ponytail with a snicker. 

“Father-”

“Shushshushshush” His fingers emaphzie his motion, twirling strands or two, messing it from it’s pristine, soft and straight line down her back. “My baby needs a break-”

“Father!” Her cheeks flush, claws digging into his jacket. Her eyes, one closed from being squished into his chest, beat wide at the door. A tinge of fear stomachs. “The door-”

“It’s locked.” He huffs, his blue iris rolling, and he hooks his chin on her head, “Just breathe and hug yer old man, will ya? It’s awkward with yer hands all dangling like they are now.”

Theres a moment pausing the scene, her staring at the door, the more demonic side of her yelling at her to push him and off an leave! He’s useless! To go back to her newly established territory and start working again. Demons don’t cry!

Then there’s the small human part of her, tiny and hidden away, only meant for rare moments. Rare moments like this one..

She takes in a breath, sharp and cold numbing. 

Then melts. 

Her body goes from straight, rigid, awkwardly tight in Mammon’s hold to a full damn puddle, swift and flashing from one to the other like the transition between 5 year old her holding her 1st little brother for the first time of many to the 26 year old self who’s constantly being batted every which way and that, all while holding her greatest, carefully constructed weapon up high for everyone to see.

Even that falls too, especially that. Her smile drifts until the expensive jacket Mammon adorns wipes it away and welcomes her spilling tears instead.

Mammon has a smile that isn’t full of joy but still as kind, pressing a small kiss to her matching hair and planting his cheek into it. He sways them back and forth as Varya silently unravels, hands clutching his back, claws digging deep but thankfully not tearing.

Varya’s had a tough week. But at least she has her dad’s hugs to break that fall.

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Me again. Say the demon bros had been captured by someone who meant to do them harm—perhaps some religious human who thinks they’re evil and has them in a devil trap. And then MC comes to rescue them, fights their captor and ends up victorious and saving them. How would the demons each feel about being rescued by their human?

MC saves the brothers from capture 

Very few humans have ever been a danger to any demon. If a human did manage to capture one of the brothers, it would be by pure luck, and it would really be more of an annoyance than a threat. But if MC swooped into save them before they could save themselves, how would they react? 

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*Asmodues uses he/she pronouns 

Lucifer 

Honestly he’s so over it 

He’s sitting in the middle of this stupid “summoning circle” when he should be getting work done 

All because this idiotic self righteous human thinks they’re hot shit 

He’s about to use a bit of magic to break out when all of a sudden the door flies off it’s hinges and—

It’s you 

In the next instant the other human is on the ground out cold 

And Lucifer has only half processed what happened when you rub away the chalk circle and scoop him up 

“Lucifer, I was so worried. Are you alright?”

“Ahem. Yes, I’m fine. I see you’ve already taken care of the problem. Now let’s go home so I can finish my work.” 

Very nonchalant 

Fully aware he wasn’t really in any danger, that human had no idea what they’re doing 

But he’s glad to see that you came to rescue him anyways 

Mammon 

Freaking out a little bit, actually 

It’s like being on a rollercoaster: Your common sense tells you you’re not in any danger, but you can’t help being scared! 

He’s still trying to put on a tough guy facade though 

“Hah! You think this stupid circle will stop anything? Ugh, humans…” 

But a few empty threats from his captor will shut him up 

He’s debating offering them money (even though he doesn’t really have any) 

And also thinking about how mad Lucifer is gonna be if he doesn’t get home soon 

But before he can make an offer and bury himself further in debt, you break in just in time 

Mammon doesn’t watch much but he can hear the scuffle and a glass breaking and what he thinks was the other human getting thrown over a table??

And suddenly you’re pulling him out of the circle and looking him up and down for any injuries 

“Mammon, are you alright? They didn’t hurt you did they?”

“Relax, human! The Great Mammon can handle himself! I-In fact, I’m a little upset that you got to ‘em before I did! Aha…yeah….” 

He doesn’t sound very confident about that 

And he will definitely make himself the hero of the story when he tells it to his brothers later 

Leviathan 

LOSING HIS MIND 

FULL PANIC MODE 

SOMEONE GET HIM A BROWN PAPER BAG TO HYPERVENTILATE INTO 

A crying puddle on the floor 

His captor is really confused but still trying to do an evil monologue over Leviathan’s sobbing 

“Is this how it ends for this otaku?! Captured and killed by a human?! Oh, the agony!“

You only figured out what room he was in because you could hear his wails a mile away 

His demeanor completely changes when he sees you 

And he’s honestly amazed at the way you fight off his ‘captor’

Completely starstruck when you scoop him up from his place on the floor 

“Levi? You doing alright?”

“Y-Yes, I’m fine, just…in heaven…” 

He cant even count how many times he’s fantasized about being saved by you

Cannot thank you enough and will be doing favors (i.e., sucking up to you) for the next month 

Will constantly sing your praises as well 

He’s just so grateful he can’t contain it! 

Satan 

Annoyed just like Lucifer 

But let’s his anger show through more 

Partly because he wants to be intimidating and let this human know he’s not on the mood for bullshit, and partly because that’s just how he is 

“This is the last damn thing I wanted to deal with today…” 

The last thing he wants to do is have to use his magic, he doesn’t have the energy 

So he lets the human go about their ‘master plan’ for a while, waiting for them to let their guard down 

Because such a self centered asshat is bound to make a mistake 

But before that could happen, you had busted down the door in a surprise entrance that even made Satan flinch a bit 

He’s surprised to see you, but not unhappy 

And he’s very happy when you get to work beating the shit out of his ‘captor’ 

He’s definitely cheering you on like a middle school boy watching a fight at recess 

When you walk over to him, though, it’s a different story 

“Are you okay Satan?” 

“Yes yes, I’m fine. While I appreciate your efforts I should like you to know I had the situation completely under control on my own.” 

Once he’s firmly asserted to you that he would’ve been fine without your rescue, he’ll gladly let you escort him home 

Asmodeus 

More confused than scared at first

Once she realizes what’s going on though she groans dramatically and starts lamenting 

“Ugh, I know humans love me and all—I mean, who doesn’t—but you could at least give me a warning! You interrupted my me time…”

Honestly just unamused 

This human is just boring, not even worth flirting with 

He’s going to die of boredom! 

Fortunately though, before that happens you come to his rescue 

He squeals with excitement as you come rushing through the door 

And he gets a little flushed at your show of brute strength 

“Oh my, I didn’t know my human could do that!” 

Sighs dreamily as you pick her up and carry her bridal style 

Princess Asmo being saved by her knight in shining armor! 

What more could he have wanted? 

Now he can get back to pampering himself 

Not before he asks you to join in, of course 

It’s how he says thank you 

Beelzebub 

Second least phased aside from Belphie 

His cheeseburger got summoned with him, so he’s chill

He can hardly hear his ‘captor’s’ babbling when he’s stuffing his face full of the best human world food those mortals have to offer 

Will ask for another when he’s done as if he hasn’t just been basically kidnapped 

He just sort of sits there staring off into space 

Probably thinking about what he wants to eat next before you come barging in

He’s surprised to see you, but still waves at you and flashes you a smile casually 

This smile falters when you throw a punch at the other human 

And then another 

And another 

And— DEAR GOD, YOU CAN STOP NOW 

“Beel, are you okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?” 

“Well, no, but I think you hurt them enough for the both of us…” 

Just sort of stands up and brushes himself off 

Asks you if you wanna go grab some human world food since you’re both here 

It’s a great post getting kidnapped snack! 

Belphegor 

Least phased by a mile 

Too sleepy to give a shit 

Almost didn’t even wake up his nap when he was warped through dimensions

“Huh? What’s goin’ on? …A summoning? Sounds boring. Wake me up on an hour.” 

Despite his ‘captors’ yelling and empty threats Belphegor doesn’t even stir 

He does wake, though, when he senses your presence

Of course by that point you’ve already dealt with the other human and grabbed Belphie 

“Oh, human, you’re here? ‘Kidnapped?’ Oh yeah, guess I was. Eh, weirder things have happened.”

Just wants to go home and take a nap with you 

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His Strange Addiction

(Bonus Chapter)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader (Milena Reyz)

Desc: It’s been an official year since Milena & Cody got married & had a child & now 2024 has hit, Cody is doing many promos for wrestle mania but it ends up with Milena coming to his defense when The Rock takes things to far.

Contents: Violence, mentions of blood, Trash talking, arguing, comedic relief sort of, fluff, angst????

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“Cody you shouldn’t be challenging someone like Dwayne.” Milena spoke as the married couple paced around the bedroom packing before going into Chicago for Monday night raw, “Sweetheart it’s fine I-“ “You trained for this type of stuff yes but Dwayne is 10x bigger than you, he’s already pissed you off by bringing family into this and you know if he actually hurts you in some sort of way I’ll run my mouth and challenge him myself.” Cody chuckled to himself while he watched their daughter Ivey roll onto her tummy while petting Pharaohs head “That’s not necessary love.” “If he pisses me off can I act out?” Cody sighed looking at her “1 time.” She giggled smiling before kissing his cheek & going off downstairs.

“Your moms a reallll fire cracker.” He grinned as Ivey just smiled & cooed at him. Cody picked her up carefully and let out a joking huff before she giggled and tugged on his hair “alright gentle there, you’ll make daddy bald.” He tickled her cheek before going on with the day taking care of his adult chores alongside Milena.

Weeks passed since that day and it was finally Monday Night Raw 03/25/24. Milena sat in the bus with their daughter & her mother Jasmine. They all watched the event from the tv attached to the bus but just as Cody was in the middle of his promo Dwayne had stolen the moment & having a staring contest with Cody before whispering something to him. Milena raised a brow & rolled her eyes as she continued watching the TV until it was time to tuck in Ivey for bed while Milena suddenly started turning back to the TV noticing a backstage segment of her son in law getting into a scuffle before Dwayne once again appeared but full blown attacking Cody

“Look at you now Huh?! You thought the rock was gonna let you talk trash for the last two weeks!? HUH?” Jasmine held a hand over her mouth “Oh my god?!” Jasmine gasped making Milena walk out on time and see her husband being tossed around on television “You’re kidding me..” Milena held Ivey close & tried covering her daughter’s eyes but she was to squirmy while Milena saw Dwayne stand outside of their exact bus yelling about chicago and tossed cody around

Dwayne kicked her husband around in the rock “You wanna be a hero? How about this! You son of a bitch the rocks got your hero.” And quickly heard a loud thud against the vehicle “and mama rhodes. Look at your son the rock has a special gift for you.” He smeared Cody’s blood around a belt with his mothers name against the leather & kept taunting Cody on camera. Milena was finally fed up & instructed her mom to stay in the bus handing Ivey over to her grandmother while Milena went to Cody’s aid.

“Milena absolutely no-“ Jasmine watched as her daughter picked up an extension cord “Milena that could kill him!!” Milena glared “I’m not gonna kill him mom I’m just gonna make him back off!” Milena spole as she kicked open the door causing Dwayne to perk up a bit “You need a woman to defend you? Huh?” He mumbled towards Cody for a moment while backing up a little bit while Milena approached him clearly furious “Who in the absolute FUCK do you think you are?! You keep his goddamn family out of his mouth goddamnit & your not about to smash my husband against a goddamn bus where his DAUGHTER is inside of it!” She shouted while Dwayne held out his hands grinning.

“Sweetheart you’re to pretty to be dealing with this alright? Leave it to the men.” Milena tilted sn eyebrow while noticing a cameraman still rolling. “You wanna embarrass my fucking man on camera and talk to me like that? You must not know who the hell I am. So let me show you.” Just as Dwayne was going to speak she punched him square in the jaw and kicked him in the crotch before shoving herself behind him and untied the extension cord from her wrist before yanking it against his throat and wrapping the parts she was holding against her knuckles while mocking him with his own words “Look at you now! Look at you rock! You’re getting your ass beat by a woman, Cody Rhodes wife at that. Embarrassed aren’t you?”

Cody groaned against the bus and didn’t bother stopping Milena, She finally tugged the cord away from Dwayne & eventually kicked the man on the ground & dug her boot against his head “We’ll see you Friday Dwayne.” She kicked him in the face before snatching the camera away from the cameraman and held it over Dwayne’s bloody face while he coughed “This is your guys’ Final boss? Cody was right about him being a whiney little bitch, look at him, all bark and got his ass beat by a woman. How embarrassing.” She shoved the camera back to the man before snickering and walked back towards Cody & Helping him up and frowning at the sight “Jesus Cody…” he shook his head holding the side of his chest while she took him inside of the bus & her mother help clean off any blood.

“Your gonna beat his ass at mania am I understood?” Cody chuckled in amusement while his wife pressed a bandaid against his cuts & scrapes while he nodded weakly “sweetheart..” “I don’t care what we need to do but whether you like it or not you’re going to beat his ass.” He smiled tiredly and held Milena’s face “Copy that.” Milena’s mother sighed & gave him water after coming back from tucking Ivey into bed “You have to prove him wrong now Cody.” She spoke before Cody nodded & eventually called it a night.

Friday Night rolled around and everyone took notice to many things within the Rhodes family. Milena tweeted something about how Dwayne should get better security while Dustin insulted the man. Cody has been absolutely silent on social media, Milena had been planning a slight comeback since the last time fans saw her within WWE was before she was pregnant with Ivey and she was planning something VERY special for smackdown. Tonight Dwayne was doing a promo & stood in the ring “Cody’s entire family are a bunch of sorry ass clown emoji’s including his loud tacky wife & goofy ass dog. I’m sure you all saw raw right?? I beat that boys ass and he actually needed a woman to fight for hi-“ “And what about it Rock?” Cody’s voice soured through the arena as he walked towards the ring “You know what’s embarrassing? How you need to catch people in vulnerable moments when they aren’t paying attention so you can catch them off guard just to win a game nobody is playing.”

Dwayne glared & looked at the audience as he noticed Milena following her husband into the ring before spinning in a circle showing offer her business meeting like dress & black pumps while smiling brightly as her husband wrapped his arm around her waist while she snatched the mic away from Dwayne “You saying all of thiisss is tacky? Let me tell you what’s tacky. Your cousin Nia barely getting any sort of physical touch so she feels the need to shake her rank, vile, smelly ass In people’s faces THAT’S tacky & unclassy, but what’s REALLY tacky i-“

“Mrs Rhodes with alll the respect Why don’t you go sit somewhere and look pr-“ “First of all you address me as Ms. Reyz, Second of all you don’t talk over me, how about you stand right here shut the fuck up and let me speak. And as I was saying Dwayne, What’s really Tacky is how your forgotten about so you feel the urge to budge yourself into a wrestle mania event that isn’t even about you, your doing this whole thing so you can seem important when really You’re not. Your boring. Washed up & only good for corny ads & movies. Whats really tacky is how you want to seem soooo relevant within WWE that you’re willing to let Roman Reigns act like he’s the tribal chief when it should’ve been You. Your getting bitched out by some other irrelevant wannabe just so you could be relevant. And what’s tacky is you have the absolute nerve to go in live television embarrass my man & taunt his mother well let me tell you something Dwayne. Everything about you is Tacky, and the next time you talk about Cody’s family I’ll ruin your fucking life & make sure your role within TKO vanishes into thin air. Let me catch you beating on my fucking husband outside of a bus with my goddamn daughter in it. See what happens.”

She tossed the microphone at him & let Cody take over by Rock got in his face making Cody & Milena taunt him before pulling away as she started speaking again but off mic and slightly loud enough for the camera to pickup “What’s also tacky is how you talk so much on having Big Dwayne energy but you literally have an LDS struggle, you’re barely 5 inches yet have the audacity to walk up in here running your mouth like you have a big dick.” She snickered before fake frowning the more he glared while Cody spoke up “Trust me on this Dwayne. I’ll going to beat the living shit out of you & Roman all together.” He slammed the mic into the ground before leaving the ring before walking off to the backstage area,

Milena saw Jey & Seth laugh over something making her walk over towards them while Cody went to the dressing room to check up on Milena’s mom & Ivey “Where the fuck were you two when Cody needed help huh?!” Jey froze for a minute “woah wai-“ “You know how many times Cody has jumped the gun to save your asses from problems you’ve started but lack to solve every single time?” Jey awkwardly scratched his neck “Now I understand Seth because he has to be here for Becky & he has to watch out for Roux and I get that, Hell Cody just went to go check on Ivey, but you Jey?! I thought you always had his back.

“Okay woa- Mel I do have his back! I mean c’mon sis I’ll always defend him no matter what girl!.” She glared in his eyes shaking her head “So where were you on Monday when that entire ordeal was filmed on live television throughout the Arena? I know you saw it and you were here for raw so what the fuck?” Jey stood in silence while guilt wavered over his face “Goodnight Jey.” Milena spoke before walking bak to Cody’s dressing room & putting on a smile when she saw him tickling Ivey while she held his tie “look at you wrapping your dada up around your finger.” She cooed while kissing her daughter’s cheek “Where’d you go off to?” She shrugged “Just talking to jey.” Cody nodded with a smile before giving her a kiss until she pulled away humming.

“You’re gonna go out there at wrestle-mania, kick some fucking ass and win. I don’t care if you’re shady with it. But you’re going to win no matter what.”

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SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

What happens when Jeongin-resident juvenile and the baby-is no longer the youngest puppy in the pack household? Even if it's just for a night?

Tags: SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, OT8, SKZ!pack, SKZ!abo, Poly!SKZ, omegaverse, ot8 x you, ot8 x reader, skz x you, skz x reader, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, han jisung, kim seungmin, yang jeongin, y/n, skz fluff, fluff, guest appearances from Jinyoung and Jackson

Genre: Nothing but Pure Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Title: Puppy Love

“And we’re sure we can handle a whole evening with this kid?”

Chan sighs good naturedly and rolls his eyes, folding up the multiple blankets left on the living room couch by the omegas’ movie date the night before. 

“Yes.” He reiterates, as he arches a brow and gives the other alpha a reassuring, slightly exasperated smile. “We’ll be fine.” 

Changbin lifts his own brow in response and stares him down seriously. “I admire the confidence, hyung, I really do, but this is Wang Gae Park Gae’s gang-aji we’re talking about here.” 

Chan chuckles beneath his breath and shakes his head, tossing the last folded blanket into the basket beside the TV. 

“We’ll be fine.” 

Jeongin enters the room, you hot on his heels-both of you carrying baskets overflowing with various childrens’ toys and activities-and catches the tail end of the alphas’ conversation. 

“Yeah, hyung, we’ll be fine!” He hefts his basket onto the couch beside an unimpressed Changbin with a strained grunt and wipes his hands together, grinning confidently, gaze scanning the basket’s contents triumphantly. “I borrowed a bunch of shit from the education department for the weekend. We’ve got everything a kid could ever want!” 

Jisung appears seemingly out of nowhere to whack the youngest omega on the shoulder sharply. 

“Hey! You can’t say shit in front of a kid!” 

“Ow shit! The kid’s not even here yet, hyung!” 

Another hard smack. 

“Doesn’t matter. Start practicing now.” 

You set your own basket of toys down beside Jeongin’s as the two continue to argue, and stretch your back, giving Chan a smile before you turn to Changbin with a knowing look. 

“Everything’s gonna be fine, Binnie. We’re gonna be great babysitters.” 

“If you say so.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, pushing himself off the couch and disappearing into the kitchen without another word. 

There is a knock at the front door, and Jisung and Jeongin trample over each other to try and be the first to reach it, yelling and pulling and tripping. 

You and Chan follow behind with open exasperation. 

“Aha!” Jisung reaches the door first, fingers curling around the knob, and flipping off a clearly annoyed Jeongin, wrenches open the door to reveal three figures standing on the doorstep. 

“Yah, Jisungie!” Jackson leaps over the threshold with a huge grin and immediately puts the surprised beta into a headlock, ruffling his hair roughly as Jisung protests and struggles. “Have you gotten taller since I last saw you? You have, don’t deny it.” 

Chan sidesteps the scuffling trio and greets Jinyoung as he steps through the door now as well, a tiny pink backpack held in his hands, and a set of tiny hands wrapped around his leg. 

“Hyung. Good to see you.” 

Jinyoung smiles, his eyes crinkling, and hugs Chan briefly. “You too, Channie. You look well.” He glances behind the alpha to where his husband and Jisung are still locked in battle, his expression growing exasperated. “Sorry about him. No manners.” 

“It’s all right.” You step up beside Chan now, curling an arm around Jeongin’s neck and dragging him with you, giving Jinyoung a large grin. “We’re well aware he’s never been housetrained.” 

Jinyoung chuckles heartily at that, and Jackson yelps from the background in protest, “Hey!” 

Chan, meanwhile, has crouched down to be at eye level with the little girl cautiously peeking out from behind her father’s leg, watching the chaos silently with big, dark eyes. 

“Hey MeiMei.” He smiles softly at the little girl, and she studies him curiously. “Remember me?” 

Jinyoung drops the child’s backpack to the side and crouches down now as well, pulling MeiMei out from behind him and settling her carefully in front of him so she can come face to face with Chan from the protection of his arms. 

“Remember Channie-samchon, MeiMei? You’ve visited him before. He took you to the park while daddy and l were at the doctor.” 

MeiMei continues to stare at Chan with large eyes, and then she nods and a slight smile breaks through her serious expression, curving her tiny pink lips. 

Chan risks scooting a little closer and holding out his hand toward the little girl. 

“We got ice cream and went on the swings, remember? And now you’re gonna play at my house for a little bit while your daddies go on a date. That sounds fun, yeah?” MeiMei nods again, harder this time, her long dark pigtails bouncing, and then she turns to Jinyoung and whispers something into his ear. 

A smile splits Jinyoung’s face, and he chuckles, glancing at Chan before his gaze raises to you, watching the exchange with a slight smile. 

“She says you’re really pretty.” 

Your eyes widen, and you feel warmth in your chest, as you release your hold on Jeongin, crouching down beside Chan without another thought. 

The little girl ducks her head shyly into her father’s shoulder, keeping one eye on you, as you give her a reassuring smile and cock your head, studying her. 

“Can I tell you something?” You ask, feigning a whisper, and MeiMei nods, coming out of her father’s shirt just a bit. You wink at her. “I think you’re really pretty.” 

MeiMei giggles and her fingers unclench from Jinyoung’s blazer. 

Jackson appears at Jinyoung’s side then, out of breath and hair tousled, and as he smooths it down haphazardly with his fingers, he glances down at his husband and daughter, then to his watch. 

“Jinyoungie, we need to go. Our reservation.” 

Jinyoung glances up at the younger man and nods, before he looks back to MeiMei, who seems a lot more comfortable now, playing shyly with a toy Jeongin had offered her from somewhere in one of his pockets. 

Chan clears his throat and reaches for the little girl cautiously. 

“MeiMei.” When she looks at him, all dark eyes and long lashes, Chan offers her a comforting, warm smile, and you smell the spike of petrichor in the air, the calming pheromones flooding the entryway. “Your daddies have to go, but they’ll be back later, okay? So can you stay with Channie-samchon and Unnie until they’re done? We’ll have lots of fun, I promise.” 

A brief hesitation, and then MeiMei nods, and takes Chan’s outstretched hand. 

He grins, and passes her to Jeongin, who takes the little girl eagerly, bouncing her in his arms until she’s giggling and flushed. 

“C’mon, MeiMei. I’ll show you all the cool toys we brought you!” 

The youngest disappears down the hall with the still giggling toddler in his arms. 

Jinyoung sighs and pushes himself to a standing position, watching them go, and then his gaze slides to you and Chan. 

“Thanks for doing this. Really.” 

“Don’t kill my kid, Han Jisung.” Jackson points at the beta, who has once again appeared beside you, straightening his clothes with a grumble under his breath. 

He flips the older man off. 

Jackon’s hand curls around Jinyoung’s forearm and he tugs him slightly toward the door, even as the omega hesitates. 

“She’ll be okay, right?” 

The younger alpha rolls his eyes but presses a soft kiss to his husband’s cheek regardless. “She’ll be fine. Listen.” He points down the hall, where you can hear MeiMei laughing from the living room where she’s playing with Jeoingin. Jackson grins. “In fact, she’ll probably wanna live here when they’re done.” 

Jinyoung sighs and you see the older omega’s shoulders relax, and when he looks at you all again, his lips are curled into the start of a small, genuine smile. 

“Okay. We’re going then.” 

Jackson ushers him toward the door, silently mouthing over his shoulder at Chan, “Thank you!” 

And then they’re gone, leaving only the lingering smell of cherries and gunsmoke in their wake. 

Chan pushes himself to his feet with a sigh. 

He glances at you with the hint of a smile and a sparkle in his eye. 

“Where’s Felix? He’s gonna love that kid.” 

********

“Okay, you have to be really quiet, okay?” You whisper with a demonstrative finger to your lips, and MeiMei nods solemnly as you crack open the door to the betas’ closet. 

“Okay, come on!” You grin and slide inside, tugging the toddler in with you, settling her on your lap as you sit cross legged in the dark on the cluttered closet floor. 

“Okay.” You breathe out a breath and it rustles the little girl’s dark hair. She looks up at you curiously, her eyes reflecting the limited light creeping in from underneath the cracked door. You glance down at her and give her a smile. “Now we wait.” 

MeiMei settles back into your lap, resting her little head on your chest, and you can’t resist leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. 

She smells good, like baby shampoo and the faded effects of her fathers’ combined scents. 

There is the sound of a door opening, and you immediately tense, MeiMei glancing up at you once more in question, and you quickly hold another silent finger to your lips. 

There is the sound of footsteps, and then, 

“Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe.  Where did that cute little girl go?” 

Chan’s distorted his voice to be deep and scary, but MeiMei giggles cutely regardless, and you have to bite back a laugh of your own, lest you give your hiding spot away, though you know the alpha on the other side of the door probably already has a pretty good idea where you are. 

He thumps around some more, humming and hawing, just for the show of it, and MeiMei giggles again. 

“Channie-samchon can’t find us.” The little girl whispers, though it’s a child’s whisper, so it’s still much too loud, but you grin and nod your head anyway. 

“You’re right. We’re much too clever for him.” 

“Where could they be? I have no clue.” Chan speaks up again, louder, feigning confusion, and you can hear him getting closer to the closet, closing in. 

“Maybe-” He hems, footsteps growing even closer still. You hear his fingers grasp the knob on the closet door. 

MeiMei holds her breath, her little body curling into yours, eyes wide and fixed on the view of Chan’s sneakers that peek beneath the door. 

Chan takes in a deep inhale, and lets out a comically low growl. 

“-in the closet?!” 

He flings open the closet door, flooding the small space with light, and MeiMei shrieks loudly, as you laugh and Chan dives in to capture you both, tickling the little girl’s sides as she laughs and squirms, trying to get away. 

“You found us!” 

“Yeah, I did!” Chan grins and sits back, slightly out of breath, eyes bright, curls mussed, and pinches MeiMei’s cheek affectionately. “You guys were really good at hiding.” 

“Did you find Lixie-samchon too?” MeiMei questions, as Chan scoops her up into his arms and carries her out of the closet. 

You follow, straightening up and blinking against the light from the bedroom after being in the dark of the closet for so long. 

“Of course I did.” Chan puffs his chest proudly as he carefully carries the girl down the stairs in front of you. “I’m the best seeker in the whole world!” 

MeiMei looks over his shoulder to you, as if to confirm his words, and you silently shake your head, motioning to yourself. 

She giggles and glances back to Chan, who has just watched the whole exchange. 

“Don’t believe her, MeiMei!” He cries dramatically, swinging her around as they reach the hallway at the bottom of the stairs. “I’m the best!” 

“No way.” You counter, shaking your head, as you slide past them and head toward the kitchen. “Unnie’s the best seeker, everyone knows it.” You peek over your shoulder at MeiMei with a smug look. “Right, MeiMei?” 

MeiMei nods enthusiastically. “Right.” 

“Ouch.” Chan groans, holding his hand to his chest as if he’s been shot as you enter the kitchen, jiggling the little girl in his arms until she’s laughing again. “I can’t believe you’d betray me like this, MeiMei.” 

The smells of jjigae and kimchi warm the kitchen, Minho putting the finishing touches on a boiling pot of stew in front of the stove. 

Changbin looks up from his spot at the table, a slight smile on his lips, his hands stilling in their task of rolling kimbap as Chan carefully sets MeiMei into her booster seat beside him. 

MeiMei glances at the alpha beside her as Chan crosses the kitchen to slide an arm around Minho’s waist and ask him something in a low voice. 

“Hey kid.” 

MeiMei’s large, dark eyes fall on Changbin’s face and he smiles, offering her a small piece of finished kimbap, which she takes eagerly, stuffing it into her mouth. 

You resist the urge to coo at how cute she looks, like a little squirrel, cheeks stuffed full, eyes wide. 

“Good, yeah?” 

MeiMei considers, swallowing, and holds out her small, chubby hand for another piece. 

With a glance in Minho’s direction, Changbin covertly slides another piece of kimbap into the palm of her hand. 

MeiMei immediately pops it right into her mouth. 

Changbin hides a smile, nods in approval and turns back to the task at hand.  

You hide a grin of your own and slide into the seat opposite them at the table. 

Minho turns from the stove, all business, swatting Chan out of his way as he carries the bubbling pot of stew to the table. 

“One of you make yourselves useful and call the others. It’s time to eat.” 

Changbin motions to the kimbap he’s currently assembling. “Can’t, hyung. Busy.” 

Chan slides into the seat next to you and steals one of the complete kimbap, even as Changbin and Minho both give him glares in response. 

“Sorry, hyung. I gotta taste test.” 

Minho glances at you, and you shrug casually, though you very much feel like you’re walking a very thin, dangerous line at this point. 

You lean across the table and tickle MeiMei, making her giggle.

“Sorry, Min. Gotta babysit.” 

Minho sighs, deep within the dredges of his soul, and takes off his oven mitts. 

“These hooligans, MeiMei.” He addresses the toddler with obvious exasperated annoyance, and she stares back at him like she’s listening seriously. 

“Why don’t you do it, hyung?” Changbin asks, eyes sparking gleefully, as he pushes the dangerous line even further, glancing up at the other alpha while his fingers continue to work. 

Minho waves a hand between the three of you with a scoff, as if to prove his point, and heads toward the doorway, smacking Changbin hard in the back of the head and making him yelp as he passes by. 

In contrast, he pats the little girl affectionately on the head when he walks behind her on his way to gather the others, still talking as if she can understand every word he’s saying. 

She probably can. 

“Don’t ever let a man tell you what to do, sweetheart. And if he does, don’t ever let it go unpunished.” 

*******

“And she’s a mermaid.” 

You pause in soaping MeiMei’s dark hair to glance down at the doll she currently holds aloft, waiting for your reaction. 

“Wow.” You nod enthusiastically. “She’s very pretty.” 

MeiMei, satisfied, dunks the doll back beneath the surface of the bath, the bubbles immediately swallowing the toy from view. 

She hums beneath her breath, talking quietly to herself, playing with the doll, as you continue to work the suds through her hair. When you’re satisfied, you set aside the shampoo and reach for the cup you’ve left on the side of the tub. 

“MeiMei.” 

The little girl looks up at you curiously, and you show her the cup. 

“I gotta rinse your hair, okay? And I don’t wanna get the soap in your eyes. So can you tilt your head back,” You demonstrate, angling your own head back to show her, and she follows your movements, “and then close your eyes really tight like this?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as an example, and she immediately does the same. 

“Good girl.” You praise, before you fill the cup with clean, warm water, and carefully wash the shampoo from her hair, rinsing a few more times before you nod in approval. 

“Okay. All done.” 

MeiMei opens her eyes and rubs the water from her gaze with chubby little fists and a brilliant smile, before she finds the doll once more and goes back to happily playing. 

The door cracks, and Felix slides into the humid bathroom, arms full of toy sea animals, bringing a wave of soft vanilla with his entrance.

MeiMei instantly brightens up at the sight of him. 

“Lixie-samchon!” Her smile grows bigger as she catches sight of the toys he holds. “You found some whales for the mermaid!” 

Felix settles beside you at the edge of the tub, grinning widely, freckles scrunching, as he dumps the toys into the tub beside the little girl. 

“Not even just whales! Look at this one!” He holds aloft a dolphin and makes a whooshing noise with his mouth as he dips the toy in and out of the water, like it’s jumping through waves. “A dolphin!” 

MeiMei giggles and takes the dolphin as he hands it to her, Felix instantly picking up another toy, this one a shark with rows of sharp teeth. 

“And a shark.” 

MeiMei eyes the shark in his fingers with a slightly horrified look of distaste. 

When Felix tries to show it to her closer, she shakes her head and shrinks away with a shriek. 

“No, sharks are scary!” 

“Hmm.” Felix remarks thoughtfully, looking at the shark now and then back to the little girl. “You’re right. He’s kinda scary. Let’s put him away.” 

MeiMei nods her head enthusiastically in agreement. 

Felix drops the shark out of view over the side of the tub. 

“What about this one?” Felix asks again, eyes lighting up once more, as he digs into the bubbles of the bath and finds a seal. “A cute little seal! He can do tricks with the mermaid!” 

MeiMei nods in hearty agreement and claps happily, lifting up her doll to stand on the edge of the tub next to Felix’s seal. 

She giggles as Felix makes the seal give the mermaid a high five and do a little dance. 

You watch them play with a slight smile on your face and a warmth in your gut. 

The humid air of the bathroom grows heavy with the scent of wisteria. 

The door opens once more, this time revealing Chan, holding a large, fluffy white towel. 

He steps into the bathroom, takes in the scene of MeiMei happily playing with Felix, you watching with open affection, and grins so wide you think his face will split. 

“I heard there’s a princess in here ready to be toweled off.” 

MeiMei meets Chan’s gaze and shakes her head with a pout on her face. 

“I’m a mermaid.” 

“Oh, my bad!” Chan apologizes, looking acceptably contrite, as he nears the tub, soft towel draped over one arm. “Is there a mermaid in here ready to be dried off then?” 

MeiMei nods, the smile once again on her face, and stands up from the water, her body covered in bubbles, which makes her giggle. 

Chan swoops her out of the bath into the warmth of the towel, and she laughs wildly as he carries her, wet and dripping, bundled like a little burrito, into the adjoining bedroom. 

You lean over to drain the tub and rinse the bubbles while Felix dutifully gathers up the sea animals. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take?” He asks out of the blue, and you glance up at him curiously, confusion creasing your brow. 

“What?” 

He glances at you sidelong as he towels off the toys, a sly smile curving the corner of his mouth. 

“For hyung to ask for one?” 

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you swallow, forcing yourself to continue wiping the tub as if he hasn’t just asked you a question that’s suddenly forced you to reconsider everything. 

“What, a kid?” 

Felix nods silently, lining up the sea animals on the edge of the tub now-the seal next to the whale, next to the dolphin, next to the previously banished shark-then says quietly, “Yeah.”

You settle on shrugging as casually as you can muster for an answer and toss the used towel into the laundry hamper. 

Felix sighs and straightens out the shark, ticking the tip of his finger along its many rows of teeth. 

“None of us are even remotely ready, but seeing everyone with her-” 

You nod and echo his sigh, because you get it, you do. 

“Yeah.” 

You both sit in silence for a moment and then you push yourself to your feet, reaching out a hand to help Felix up as you give the omega a soft, understanding smile. 

There’s a sense of solidarity in the air. 

He takes your offered hand and you pull him up, leaning over to brush a kiss to his cheek, across the spattering of dark freckles there. 

“Now c’mon. I don’t wanna miss Hyunjin and the betas’ bedtime story.” 

Felix smiles in response, genuine and bright now, and you pull him from the bathroom, flicking off the light behind you. 

*******

“And then, the prince got lost in the woods.” Jisung points at the picture that fills the page of the book, and MeiMei follows his finger, staring at the bright image of a prince in a tangled forest.

“That’s not what it says.” Seungmin grumbles beneath his breath from the little girl’s other side. 

“Close enough.” Jisung says with a shrug, before he flips to the next page, which reveals a picture of a crying princess in a tower. 

“She’s crying because the prince got lost on his way to find her.” Seungmin interrupts before Jisung can botch up the story anymore, and Jisung rolls his eyes, but stays silent. 

“But we are strong independent beings who do not rely on men to save us.” Hyunjin points out from above the little girl’s head, stretched out on the pillows behind the trio. He glances down at MeiMei, who tilts her head back to stare at him with wide eyes. “Because we can handle our dragons ourselves.” 

MeiMei nods solemnly, and Minho snorts from his position in the corner. 

“But!” Jisung interrupts again, louder this time, shooting a glare at Hyunjin, before he turns the page once more. “Thankfully, the prince had a magical horse.” 

MeiMei runs her finger along the drawing of the large white horse, complete with bright beaming horn in the middle of its head, breaking through the darkness of the wild wood. 

“It’s always a horse.” Changbin mutters beneath his breath, listening half heartedly as he scrolls through his phone at the foot of the betas’ bed. 

“The horse’s name was Steven.” Jisung continues, and Seungmin sighs so hard you think he’s going to pop a lung. 

“No it wasn’t.” 

“Yes it was.” 

MeiMei yawns widely, rubbing at her eyes, sandwiched between the quietly bickering betas. 

“Actually, pretty sure the horse’s name was Greg.” Jeongin pipes up from Jisung’s other side. 

“Fuck no.” 

“LANGUAGE.”

“Sorry.”

“I think-” Chan reaches across Jisung to gently close the book, and when the beta gives him a glare, he motions with his head to the little girl in the middle of the bed, barely able to keep her eyes open. “-it’s time for someone to go to bed.” 

“Ah. Yeah.” You lean up on your elbow and smile at MeiMei, who blinks at you owlishly, her pink blanket cradled to her chest. “I think there’s a very pretty mermaid in this bed who is very sleepy.” 

She giggles sleepily in response and cuddles into the pillow. 

“Yeah. Right.” Changbin nods gruffly and rolls off the bed, standing as the other pack members do the same. He gives the tired little girl a soft look as he treads lightly toward the door. “Goodnight, MeiMei.” 

MeiMei yawns again. “G’night, Binnie-samchon.” 

One by one, MeiMei bids your packmates sweet, sleepy goodnights as they leave the room quietly. 

When it’s just you, Chan, and Felix left in the betas’ darkened room, Chan leans over the bed to flick off the bedside lamp, brushing a gentle hand through MeiMei’s dark, fluffy hair, spread unruly across the pillow. 

He leans over to press a kiss to the little girl’s forehead, and she sighs contentedly as her eyes close. 

“Goodnight, MeiMei.” 

She cracks open her eyes once more as he starts to pull away, her little fingers going around his wrist. 

Chan freezes as if he’s been touched by electricity. 

“Channie-samchon?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

She yawns, all little white teeth and pink gums and then purses her lips, clearly fighting against sleep and losing. 

“Can I come play with you again?” 

Chan grins, a flash of white teeth in the dark, and shoots you and Felix a look. 

He brushes her bangs back from her face and gives her one more kiss. 

“Of course you can, baby. Anytime. Okay?” 

“Okay.” She nods drowsily and her eyes close once more. 

Felix leans over the other side of the bed to press a soft kiss to the child’s cheek. 

“G’night, pretty mermaid. Sleep well.” 

MeiMei hums contentedly beneath her breath in response. 

You lean over the bed beside Chan and cup her cheek, pressing a quick kiss to her button nose, making her giggle even in her almost asleep state. 

“Good night, MeiMei.” You whisper fondly, tucking the blanket around her chin. “Sweet dreams of beautiful mermaids and princesses who save themselves.” 

She sighs, long and deep, and her breaths even out. 

The three of you tiptoe to the door, and Chan shuts it quietly behind you. 

You instantly breathe a sigh of relief as you all head for the stairs. 

“She’s so cute.” Felix groans in obvious frustrated adoration, shooting one last look at the closed door as you descend, and Chan grins, sliding an arm around the omega’s waist. 

“She’s soooo cute, huh.” 

“I’m gonna ask the hyungs if I can steal her.” 

Chan laughs. “They’ll say no, but you can sure as hell try.” 

You grin and follow them down the hall. 

“Oh god, I’m exhausted.” Jisung says, already sprawled out on the couch amidst the scattered toys that litter the living room floor, arm over his face. “Having a kid is too much work.”

Chan looks at the clock on the wall with slight amusement. 

“It’s only been four hours.” 

Jisung groans. “Exactly!” 

“I thought it was fun.” Jeongin remarks, before he tosses one of the borrowed stuffed animals back into its basket, and you kneel on the floor to help him clean up the rest of the toys. He grins at you. “I liked having someone younger than me in the house for once.” 

You grin back and rustle his hair affectionately. “You would.” 

Hyunjin snorts and glances up from his phone. “Let’s place bets on how long it takes for this night of babysitting to amp up hyung’s kink to all new levels.” 

You all glance at Chan knowingly, sitting on the couch now with Jisung’s legs flung over his lap, and he widens his eyes innocently. 

“Who, me?” 

“Yeah, you.” Changbin scoffs with slight annoyance, playfully tossing a pillow at the other alpha’s head. “Who else here has a raging breeding kink?” 

Chan rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears are pink. 

“I wanna place bets on how long it’s gonna take for this whole babysitting thing to make Felix beg for a kid.” Jisung retorts, uncovering his face now, as he fixes said omega with a pointed stare and a smirk. 

Felix sticks his tongue out at the beta in response, and Changbin throws another pillow, this time aimed directly for Jisung. 

It misses. 

“I’ll admit-” You start, and Felix glances at you sharply, to which you shrug in response. You in turn, glance at Chan from your spot on the floor. “-seeing all of you with that kid made me consider some things for sure.” 

Chan is watching you carefully, but it’s Minho who speaks up first. 

“We’re not having a kid right now.” 

“Oh, for sure.” Felix jumps in, and there’s a collective sigh of relief from some of the members in the room. He grins, eyes crinkling and freckles bunching. “But eventually.” 

“Eventually.” Changbin agrees carefully, and when you look at him in surprise, he shrugs easily. “You all were cute. With the kid I mean.” 

Hyunjin scoffs openly once more, playing with Seungmin’s hair. 

“If you ask Chan-hyung, he’ll give you a kid whenever your heart desires.” 

Everyone once again looks to Chan, and though he’s pink, he copies Changbin’s seemingly nonplussed shrug. 

His lips pull into the start of a slight smirk. 

“I mean. Say please?” 

There is a beat of shocked silence, and then, 

“Oh my god, hyung, gross!” 

“Fucking hell.” 

“Head Alpha Chan has just made an appearance.” 

Chan shrugs again, as if he doesn’t know what else to do, cheeks ruddy now. 

Hyunjin smirks and leans into the head alpha’s space suggestively. “I’d say please for you, hyung.” 

Jisung grins, all sharp teeth and knowing angles. “Yeah he would.” 

Jeongin gags. “Again. Gross.” 

Chan mimes getting his phone out of his pocket and shaking Jisung off of him so he can stand from the couch. 

“Oh, look at that, Jinyoung-hyung is calling, just gotta go take that real quick-” 

He exits the room as quickly as possible, leaving chaos in his wake. 

“The phone didn’t even ring, hyung! No one believes you!” Jisung calls after him, smirking wickedly as Hyunjin cackles gleefully. 

You toss another toy into the bin and exchange a grin with Felix. 

Changbin scrubs a weary hand down his face. 

“I forget just how much unbridled chaos Head Alpha Chan creates.” 

“It’s a coping mechanism.” Seungmin offers clinically in explanation to his exasperated moonmate. 

“It’s that damn breeding kink and this lot of savages is what it is.” Minho remarks, barely looking up from his phone as he waves a hand in the general direction of most of you. 

“Hyung.” Felix suddenly whines, scooting along the couch to sidle up to Minho in a rare show of wheedling. He waits for the alpha to look at him and flashes a brilliant smile. “Would you give me a pup if I said please?” 

Jisung loses his shit, laughing so hard he chokes. 

Minho stares the waiting omega down blankly, expression unreadable, and Felix remains, unwavering, his tiny fingers gripping the alpha’s arm. 

Finally, Minho says, “No.” And goes back to his phone without another word. 

Felix sighs and releases his hold on him. “It was worth a shot.” 

His lips curl into the start of a mischievous smile as he turns now to Changbin, who suddenly looks very much like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. 

“Changbin-hyung-” 

Changbin stands up almost as quickly as Chan had, throwing Hyunjin’s legs off his lap as he makes a mad dash for the doorway, tearing through the living room like he’s being chased by a ghost. 

“Sorry, Lixie, gotta go check on hyung and that phone call-” 

Hyunjin is losing his shit right along with Jisung now. 

Minho looks up at Changbin’s hasty departure, his lips curling into the hit of a disdainful scowl as he watches the other alpha’s feeling back. “Coward.” 

“Ask noona, ask noona!” Jisung gasps out, breathless from laughing so hard, tears leaking from the corner of his eyes. 

Felix grins and turns to you, still sitting on the floor, surrounded by children’s toys. 

You arch your brow at him and wait. 

“Noona, if I said please, maybe even pretty please, would you give me a pup?” 

Your brow arches even higher, and then you blow him an overly exaggerated kiss, accompanied by a drawn out wink.

“Pretty please? How could I resist that?” 

Felix’s grin widens and Jisung collapses back onto the couch, slapping Hyunjin’s leg in the throes of his wild mirth. 

Jeongin stacks the last of the toys into the bin beside you, looking thoughtful.

You nudge him with your elbow, noting the slight furrow in between his brows. 

“What’s up, puppy?” 

He meets your gaze and purses his lips seriously. 

The words that come out of his mouth are not even close to what you expected.

“If Chan-hyung has a breeding kink, and Lixie-hyung has a being bred kink, does that mean any pups they have are gonna inherit both?"

You stare at him in shock, open mouthed, not quite sure how to respond. 

Behind you, Jisung falls back onto the couch and dies once more. 

*********

Several hours later, you’re all bidding a half asleep MeiMei goodbye, cuddled against Jinyoung’s shoulder, wrapped in her soft pink blanket. 

“Be good for your daddies, yeah?” Chan whispers with a smile, as he brushes her hair back from her face and presses a kiss to the tip of her nose. 

She nods sleepily, and Felix steps up beside the alpha, pressing something into the little girl’s curled fist. 

She unfurls her fingers, curious despite her exhaustion, and the plastic dolphin from the tub is nestled in her palm. 

She curls her fingers protectively around the dolphin and clasps it to her chest, beneath her blanket, as Felix offers her a grin and a kiss to the cheek. 

His voice is deep, even when he whispers quietly, “Come play mermaids with me again soon, okay MeiMei?” 

She nods once more, and buries her face into the skin of her father’s neck, closing her eyes. 

Jinyoung hefts her a little higher into his arms and secures the blanket around her as Jackson moves to open the door for them. 

“Thank you again. Seriously.” The omega whispers, careful not to wake the sleeping toddler in his arms as he steps out the waiting door.

 He gives you all a grateful look and Chan nods, hand on the doorknob.

“Of course, hyung. Any time. And I mean that.” 

Jackson ruffles Chan’s hair with a wide grin. 

“Good man. See ya later yeah?” 

You all wave as they make their way down the sidewalk and to the waiting car, disappearing from sight into the dark of the night. 

Chan shuts and locks the door quietly, and the hallway is silent for a moment, before he sighs and glances at you and Felix, expression hard to make out in the dark of the night. 

“Dammit.”  

Beside you, Felix grins. 

“Yes, hyung?” 

Chan sighs again and slides past the two of you with a warning finger in your direction. 

“Not a word.” 

You grin now too. 

“Say please?” 

Felix laughs, and this time, Chan’s answering sigh is so heavy you feel it in your bones.

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Hmmm, how about an Hiei x S/O or his crush headcannons? Which the S/O who's a goober, like a sweet and adorable and a very romantic one (overdramatic one...) And like thinking that the S/O is like tall (like I guess 5'10 or smth idk 😅) and he's a smol angry demon man like he doesn't know why he dated/developed feelings for a human that's like this but secretly loves them (I just love the opposite attract and tall and small dynamics xD)

oooooh i love this idea!! i decided to do both (starts off as a crush then he becomes a lover) and ngl i kind of took the enemies to lovers route with this one since i feel like it fits his character more. i also decided to go with the "goofy but very strong character" trope with the s/o because honestly? why not lol.

i surprisingly had a lot of fun writing this and it got longer than expected, he's a little ooc in some parts but eh it's not that big of a deal tbh.

tw: injuries, reader almost dies at one point, brief mention of reader having trauma,

lets be real, hiei found you annoying at first, not as annoying as kuwabara but damn near close.

when you were going to fight he didn't have much hope in you, you would probably die in under a second knowing your nature, but as soon as you put in work it almost made his jaw drop.

how he developed feelings for you was at that very moment, he doesn't realize it until much later.

the way his stomach gets this thing called "butterflies" when he's near you, he doesn't move away or threaten you when you get near or touch him (he did at first threatening to rip your arm off) but then he can't help but grow hot... uncomfortably hot.

he's thinking you put him under some type of spell, why does he feel this way? especially over a human? sure, you show courage, sure, you fight well, but guaranteed that there are others who do as well...

but then he comes to the realization, he's never met a demon that has ever made him feel this way.

and a certain red head can see right through it.

kurama eventually asks hiei if something is wrong, but hiei states that he's fine, it takes a bit of time to convince the fire demon to come clean, that something is wrong with him, whilst he was ranting, kurama was listening.. and then he came to the realization.. hiei had a crush on you.

when kurama tells him, he denies it, saying that you were just some annoying human, and that he doesn't have crushes or has the time for a relationship, but kurama knows all of that is a lie, he likes you, and him denying everything just makes things worse.

it was made very clear that this information was kept between the two demons, and eventually, hiei would have to tell you.

some time passes by and you manage to get into a scuffle, you end up injured and hiei comes to the rescue, but tells you not to think of it too deeply.

you don't say anything, but hiei has been acting strange, it's gotten to the point where yusuke and kazuma notice, but don't say a word, it's even weirder when it's just the two of you, he's a lot more.. quiet, and noticeably kinder to you, he doesn't insult you as much anymore, other than that, things remain the same.

while your tidying up your wounds you still managed to keep a smile on your face and a sense of humor, going as far as to make fun of your loss.

hiei would've called you an idiot and told you to shut up, but he can't bring himself to do it somehow, the way you talk, your laugh, your smile, the butterflies get stronger and the blush on his cheeks start to grow darker.

damn... what's with this woman?? why is she so... so....?

it would take so much of his ego and pride to just man up and admit that he likes you, he's not good with words unless it's telling people off (he gets better with this, i promise).

eventually, you got into another fight, and your opponent was tough, so tough in fact you almost die fighting, and you ended up passing out for hours upon hours, the team thought you would die.

hiei put on his cold front as usual, but on the inside he's panicking, he can't lose you, not right now at least.

when it's just him in the infirmary, he looks down at your unconscious body feeling the urge to shed a tear, your happiness is... gone, staring down at nothing but a blank face.

he hoped that you didn't die, he made sure that when you wake up, he'll tell you that he likes you... though it's easier said than done, it'll still take a lot out of him.

eventually he gets in a vulnerable state, kurama yet again see's him, noticing that he's shaking, sitting in the grass at the edge of a cliff, staring into the sunset.

they talk for a while, kurama eventually convinces him that if he can't just flat out tell her, he could just write her a note, and even better, give her a gift.

but what would she even like?

he heard in passing with your talk with his sister, yukina, that you really liked cupcakes (im sorry if you don't like cupcakes just try to imagine it's like some other desert), so, he gets some cupcakes.. from somewhere... somehow... and writes you a letter about how he wants you to be his mate.

and when you say yes.. you're locked in.. forever.

eventually you do wake up, find the cupcake next to the table and eat it, noticing the note and reading over it, it comes to you almost as a shock... hiei? likes you? no way, this has to be some type of elaborate prank.

you do end up seeing hiei, who can't even look at your face, i mean you have to admit.. he's cute, a cute little short guy, while you're taller than him by some inches, he doesn't seem to mind this, he knows he's stronger than you, height doesn't mean jack shit to him.

and so, you accept his request, and now, the two of you are officially dating! or at least that's what you think and he wants.

at first, nothing changes, he's still a tad bit nervous around you, he ordered that there should be no pda in front of the team, he's not ready to tell everyone yet.

when you two are alone, he still had barriers up, not feeling the most comfortable with you yet, the two of you talk and get to know each other, realizing that the reason you were the way you were was because of your trauma, so you masked it with humor.

it takes a while for the two of you to be more intimate (not sexual), holding hangs, hugging, kissing, of course when there wasn't anyone around.

the only person he trusts in regards of knowing about the relationship is kurama and mukuro, no one else.

it takes him a bit to admit that he definitely loves his s/o, and you might've been one of the best things that has happened to him.

#yyh #yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho hiei #yyh hiei #hiei #hiei jaganshi #hiei x reader #hiei x you #hiei jaganshi x reader

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

Got bit by the fic bug

Beep beep beep beeeeeeeep.

Valerie stared at the device in the Guy in White's hand as it went off, the little blinking light on top flashing wildly.

Another agent dropped a heavy hand on her shoulder.

"You need to come with us."

Valerie stared at him, as the students all around stared at her.

"What?" she didn't understand, why her? She wasn't a ghost, why was it responding to her?

"You're under arrest for suspicion of harbouring a ghost fugitive." the agent pulled out a pair of high tech looking manacles. "We're taking you in for questioning and decontamination."

Valerie smacked his hand off her shoulder and took several frantic steps back.

"I'm not harbouring anything! Your stupid scanner's busted or something."

"Yeah," Nathan spoke up somewhere from the line of students behind her. "She hates ghosts, she wouldn't be helping them."

There was a murmur of agreement among the crowd of teenagers gathered in the school's gym.

"Anyone with high ectoplasmic readings is to be taken in for questioning." the agent grabbed at her again. "No exceptions."

His hand barely brushed her shoulder when she gripped onto his forearm and twisted until his elbow popped. He cried out in pain as he dropped to his knees.

The students went nuts.

People cheered and screamed, hooting and hollering in excitement as Valerie let the agent go and stood back.

The organised lines of students were now a crowd surrounding Valerie, cheering her on. She held her ground as more agents approached.

"You're not taking me anywhere." she said through gritted teeth. "I don't care how many arms I have to break."

True to her word she lashed out at the agents surrounding her, kicking one in the knee and sending him to the ground before swiftly turning on her heel and planting her foot in another man's sternum with a loud CRACK.

Dash and Kwan were jumping up and down, clutching at each other in excitement as Valerie took down another agent.

"GO VAL GO! GO VAL GO!"

The chant picked up and soon enough half the student body were cheering her name.

Mr Lancer struggled through the packed crowd.

"'THE LAST CONTINENT', PEOPLE, THIS IS A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY! NOT A MOSH PIT!"

He stumbled his way to the nearest Guy in White and grabbed him by the lapels.

"This has gone far enough! A mandatory assembly is one thing, but physically attacking my students-"

"Your student is physically attacking my men."

Another agent skidded across the floor past their feet.

"She is clearly dangerous and obviously enhanced by some kind of ghostly contamination. For everyone's safety she must be contained."

Lancer watched as the man pulled an ecto-gun from his jacket and pointed it at the girl.

"No! You can't-" but before he could finish his sentence, someone else had stood directly in front of the barrel.

A concentrated ball of ectoplasm slammed itself into Danny Fenton's stomach and sent him flying backwards, almost crashing into Valerie.

There were more screams than cheers now, those who witnessed the gun go off began backing away from the agent in terror.

"He shot someone!"

"He shot Danny!"

"Fenton's been shot? Fenton's been shot!"

"Is he okay?!"

The circle around Valerie widened as the students fearfully retreated from the scuffle. Danny stood bent over clutching his stomach, Valarie grabbed at him desperately.

"Danny?? Danny are you okay?? Tell me you're okay!"

The agent with the gun looked down at the scanner on his wrist, it was beeping twice as fast as the other agent's device was minutes ago.

"The two of you huh." he murmured. "Guess you're both coming with me."

Valerie tightened her grip on Danny's arm.

"I'm fine Val." he grunted, "Run, hide in the crowd, I'll keep him busy."

No, absolutely not.

When the sound of the gun discharging a second time reached her ears, Valerie didn't even think before shoving Danny to the ground and taking the blast directly to the chest.

Everyone screamed, and then there was an eerie silence as Valerie stood tall, unharmed. Her iconic red armour's breastplate clinging to her form.

Danny looked up at her from the ground, eyes wide in shock.

"Val, you-"

"No time for that." she said as she bent down beside him. "We need to get out of here."

"We?" Danny's question cut off with a strangled squeak as Valerie scooped him up bridal style, the rest of her armour crept over her skin, her helmet closing over her head.

"Hold on tight."

#lula's fanfics #danny phantom #dp #fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #phanfic #valerie gray #red huntress

[romanoffsbish]

Love in the Silence

Natasha x Widow!Reader x Yelena (Siblings)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @tightrope-mindsets , Thank you for this, I had loads of fun writing it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•(past)

Reader’s thoughts in red

Yelena was curled up in the cot besides your hospital bed, reading a Dr. Suess book to your unconscious body.

"Y/N/N, you really should wake up, these books are absolutely insane. What even is a green ham? If I was there, Sam would've been punched already... No means no... Why is this cat wearing a top hat? What drugs do you have to take to write this, it's so unrealistic." She grumbles, only receiving the sounds of the heart monitor in response, and a tired sigh tumbles passed her lips.

*It's a book for children Lena...*

"We miss you Y/N/N... Nat's been nearly killing herself in training, thinking that if she'd just been faster, that maybe you'd be awake right now...”

*It's nobody's fault besides the Hydra agents that poisoned me, I hope you're telling her that... I miss you guys too...*

———

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Nat! I'm surrounded, there's no way I'm getting out of this on my own..." You grunted into your coms, as you looked around for an easy exit.

All exits are blocked by massive crates that would make too much noise to move, and the only hallway out is surrounded by massive Hydra agents.

"Y/N, just stay hidden, Clint and I are headed your way!" Natasha replies, and you shift uncomfortably in your spot.

All of a sudden there's a loud scuffle, and all the Hydra agents scurry out of the room. Everything in you screams trouble, before you could run you see the mysterious grenade like can in the middle of the room.

"Nat, I love you." You blurt out, then as the can bursts you cover your mouth and nose then make a run for it.

You felt fine—truly, as you made it down the hall, but as Nat and Clint made their way to meet you at the stairs you began stumbling.

"I'm gonna take a nap..." You slurred out, then tumbled down the stairs, hitting the slab of concrete rather hard before anyone could reach you.

"Y/N/N!!! Hey, wake up, we need to get out of here."

Clint took off down the hall you came from in search of the canister for analysis, and Nat scooped you up and ran you to the awaiting jet.

"Please, Y/N/N, you have to be okay..." Natasha sobbed against your legs, as Bruce hooked you up to a bunch of monitors.

"I'll do my best Natasha." Banner sweetly states, trying his best to calm her, but his words held little comfort for your self destructing sister...

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Well, I have to go bother the red man child, but we'll be back at dinner. The newest member makes amazing Sokovian food, it's pretty similar to Russian cuisine, it's like home Y/N/N..."

*Bye Lena*

While Yelena collected her items, you began to hum along to a Russian lullaby to soothe your mind. It's one that your sisters used to sing to you back in the red room whenever you were scared—which was quite often. You've always been sensitive, so learning to develop a mask for your feelings wasn't exactly an easy feat. Being unable to open your eyes, or move your limbs was weird when you were fully aware of your surroundings.

Wanda had been in the kitchen preparing ingredients for tonight's dinner when she heard a subtle humming. She tried to shake it off, but she honestly couldn't, so she began to wander the halls in search of a source. Living in the compound has been pretty strange for the girl, going from a city reduced to rubble, to a cell, and now to a fully furnished room was a bit daunting. She got a basic tour given to her by Steve, but she'd never been down this hall before. The further she traveled, the louder the humming got, and it was truly calming for her. All her consistent anxiety was fading as the tune vaguely reminded her of home, and being caught in her daze she failed to see the blonde before her.

"Hey! New girl, what are you doing down here?" She growls, instantly taking up a protective stance as she blocks off the entrance to the medbay.

She heard what happened to her older sister upon their first meeting a week ago, so her trust in her was rather minuscule. Sure, she'll eat her food, but letting her near your vulnerable body didn't seem like an option.

"I-I'm just trying to find where that lullaby is coming from. Don't you hear it?" She stutters out, honestly intimidated by the blonde.

Wanda's powers aren't new to her, but certain aspects of them are still rather foreign to her. She'd only ever been made to infiltrate minds in a terrifying way, and to use her tendrils to ensure chaos. So, hearing other's simplest of thoughts was hard for her to grasp. The sounds also never seemed to be in her mind, so she never registered it as such; until she faced awkward moments like this one then it would instantaneously click.

She turned on her feet at the sign of a confused Yelena, and embarrassment flooded her body. Before she could scurry off, Yelena had caught her arm, and spun her back around.

"Wait! Describe it!" She frantically shouts, and Wanda felt her grip on her arm get that much tighter.

"The lullaby." She clarifies as the witch stands before her with a quirked brow.

Wanda immediately hums a portion for the assassin, and Yelena's face contorts into something completely unreadable to the witch.

"Come with me!" She says, while not even allowing the girl a chance to decide as she simply drags her into your secluded room in the medbay.

Wanda's eyes softened at the sight of your unconscious body connected to all the wires. You were rather beautiful, even in the state you were in, and she couldn't help but to smile. She's heard about you in passing, and she'd be lying to say she hadn't been curious about you. She could easily sense that your missing presence around the compound was an obvious displeasure for most. You'd been everyone's ray of happiness, and without you around the compound was rather dull—not that Wanda would know the difference.

"This is Y/N... I think you heard her, that lullaby was what Natasha and I used to sing to her in the red room whenever she was scared." Yelena solemnly confesses, hating the vulnerability of it all, but she wasn't willing to pass up on talking to you if at all possible.

*Yelena.. Why are you back? I thought you were off to disturb Tony's peace and subsequently allowing me mine..?*

Wanda subtly smiled at your sudden communication, as she found the sound of your inner voice to be rather calming.

"Ha! She said something! What was it?"

"Um, she asked why you were here..."

*Not entirely sure who you are, or how you heard me, but your accent is rather enticing. Anyways, please don't leave off the remainder of my words...*

Before Wanda could continue for you, Yelena was already in her—your—ear.

"Oh my goodness! Ask her if I can—."

"She hears you just fine." Wanda interrupts, and Yelena's gaze falls back to you.

"Malen'kiy pauk, if you don't wake up, can I have your limited edition holographic Charizard card? Please?!"

(Little spider)

*Damn, so happy to see you're rooting for me...*

Wanda smiled as she could hear you chuckle internally before continuing.

*How about… Over my dead body, and even then I'd like you, mystery girl, to ensure it to be added to my will that they'll be going to my grave with me. Please, tell my wretched older sister that I'll literally haunt her if she goes anywhere near my priceless collections.*

"Do you want the short answer or the long?." Wanda asks through a snort.

"That's a no then?" Yelena grumbles, as she crosses her arms over her chest, and frowns.

"A hard one at that, she threatened to haunt you if you were to touch them."

"Too late.." Yelena laughs out, then smirks at you as she awaits a response.

*Oh, it's on Belova... I can't wait to wake up, maybe I'll ask Kate out for a simple cup of coffee. Tell her all about your obvious to literally everyone but her crush.*

"Um.. She.."

"What?!"

"I suggest you don't do it again, or else Kate is going to find out about your crush." Wanda uncomfortably relays, and watches as Yelena gasps.

"I have to go... Don't leave! Natasha will want to talk to her too..." Yelena relays as she scrambles out of the room, and Wanda gently sits beside your bed.

*So, newbie that I've fortunately heard snippets about, do you have a name?*

*Oh, wouldn't you like to know...*

*Woah.. Are you like in my mind? It's rather trippy*

"Sorry..." She sheepishly apologizes, and starts to anxiously pick at the skin on her fingers.

*No, don't apologize, I'm more than okay... Are you though? Picking at your fingers isn't really a good habit to pick up.*

*Wait? How did you—.*

*My ears are rather sharp as of late darling, plus it's in my nature to pick up on subtleties.*

*It kind of slipped my mind that you were once a spy...*

*Pretty girl, I'm very much still a spy.*

*Pretty huh? You haven't even seen me..*

*I don't need to see you to know that you're pretty, I can just sense it...*

Wanda's honestly grateful that your eyes are forced shut, because your ability to fluster her this immensely is honestly embarrassing. A few pet names, and a baseless compliment and she feels like her brains about to short circuit.

*So, the suspense is killing me... It's only fair that I get to know your name since you know mine.*

*Isn't the mystery of it all more fun though?*

*If I could move my face right now I'd be pouting...*

*I'm sure it would be an adorable sight.*

*See! You know my name, and what I look like, so many advantages over me...*

Wanda giggles out loud, and you have to fight off your internal monologue on how adorable it sounded, and thankfully for you the rushed steps of your eldest sister becomes obvious.

"Wanda! Is it true?? You can hear her? She's still in there?" Natasha chokes out over the sobs she's desperately suppressing.

*Ha!* You think, and Wanda fights off the urge to roll her eyes.

Your heart honestly twinges with immense guilt after at the sound of your sisters voices. Yelena had covered it better, but you'd still been able to hear her obvious despair. Hearing Natasha sound so broken though honestly shocked you, because she'd always been the hardest to break of you three. Always taking it upon herself to absorb the weight of the world on her shoulders. Knowing that your careless steps caused them this much pain shatters you.

"Yes. She's here..." Wanda gently assures her, then you vaguely feel a pressure on your cheeks, and forehead which you register as your sisters touch.

"I miss you so much moye solnyshko..."

(My sunshine)

*I miss you too Natty...* Wanda resorts to simply connecting her mind to Natasha's, so she can directly hear your responses.

"I'm so sorry I didn't get to you in time, if I'd just been a little faster then you'd be okay."

*Hey, slow down, don't be stupid Natty. Hydra is the only one at fault here. My mind is still here, my bodies just taking a minute to catch up, so we can register it as I'm okay...*

"I just need you to wake up please, I can't imagine a world without you in it, so that's really more an order..."

*Aye Aye Captain Romanoff..*

Natasha can just imagine your goofy smile, and it brings a tear to her eye when she pulls back and instead only see your blank expression.

"I'm holding you to it... It was great hearing your voice, but I'm late for a mission briefing so I'll be back for dinner..." She rushes out, placing a lingering kiss to your forehead before moving to leave the room.

"Thank you Wanda, truly." Natasha sincerely thanks the witch, and she sheepishly nods her way before turning back to look at you.

After a comfortable beat of silence you decided to break it.

*So, Wanda, is it? Are you going to talk or just keep staring at me. I know I'm hot, but I'm so much more than my pretty face, and killer body.*

"Well, someone's a little full of themselves." She laughs out, and your heartbeat picks up at the angelic sound, and it becomes obvious to her as your monitor lightly beeps.

*Shit... is she trying to kill me?* You think to yourself, and she simply smiles.

"Malyshka, if I wanted to kill you, I would've. It's not like you could put up much of a fight anyways..." She chuckles out, running her fingers up your arm before she squeezes your shoulder.

(Baby girl)

*Jesus, it's not exactly fair to fluster a girl when she's in a coma, you're cruel.*

"I'm not even sorry..." She laughs out, and you hear her retreating footsteps.

*No, don't leave me alone, please...*

"Don't worry, I'm certain to be back with your sisters, but that won't really work if I don't make the dinner"

*Fine by me, I spent a lifetime with them, this was meant to be Y/N and Wanda bonding time so that I can secure my lifetime with you.*

"I'll see you later Y/N, promise." She murmurs out, leaving with a rapidly thumping heart at your bold proclamation.

—

As the weeks flew by, Wanda's solo visits to you had become rather frequent, and your sisters had honestly become wary of allowing it. However, Natasha could see the genuine smile on Wanda's face from whenever she would enter or leave your space, so she decided to just keep a closer eye on it all.

Wanda was currently sat at your beside with a book in her hands while your mind was at rest. Her focus was solely on you though, as she trailed her fingers over your face, committing your features to her memory. This last month had been shockingly calming for the Sokovian, getting to interact with you so intimately had really grounded her. She'd yet to hurt you, so you weren't all that wary of her, and it was just refreshing for her. The recent loss of her brother left a gaping hole in her heart, and even if you didn't have the ability to fill it, you somehow helped relieve some of the ache.

You were essentially a blank canvas for her, blissfully untouched by the carnage that often came with her powers. Something as pure as reconnecting a family wasn't on her powers radar, but you'd afforded her this opportunity. Without meaning to, you'd brightened her world with a simple lullaby, and nothing but warmth blooms within her chest at the simplest thought of you. She often finds herself replaying moments with you whenever everything would become too much, or even when everything was calm—like now.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

*Psst... Witchy, are you up?*

Wanda groaned at the sudden sound of your voice, because yes—she was up, but with it being 2AM and all she knew she shouldn't be, let alone should she be indulging you.

*Go to sleep, it's 2AM...*

*Let's go to the beach.*

*What?! Y/N, did they hook you up to a morphine drip? You're literally in a bed three floors below me, in a coma.*

*You could easily create the scene in my mind... I'd love to finally catch a glimpse of you, and I'm losing it being trapped in this endless darkness.*

Wanda's nerves had kicked in, talking to you was one thing, but using her powers on you felt forbidden. Fear plagued her mind that she'd somehow hurt you, but your pleas were insistent. Eventually she caved, sneaking into your room, and pulling the cot that your sisters occasionally slept in up to your bedside.

*Y/N/N, please don't hesitate to tell me if I'm hurting you.* Wanda brokenly pleads.

*You could never hurt me Wands.*

She took a shaky breath, then laid beside you, and linked your hands together atop of your bed. Red tendrils floated up from her empty hand, slowly traveling up to your ears before seeping in and consuming your mind.

Waves of red began to swirl around your darkened mind, then after a moment a clear view of the horizon was before you. A rather large smile occupied your face as you could genuinely feel the sand beneath your feet, and the stinging of the ocean breeze as it wafted across your face. Your view was obscured within an instant though as a weight settled upon your back.

"Guess who..." She giggled, and a warmth settled deep within you.

Having her this close to you had been a dream, and it was finally coming true...

"Taylor Swift? Is it really you? Wow, dreams really do come true" You playfully gasped, and broke out into a fit of laughter when you heard her muttering angrily in her native tongue as she dropped off of you.

You quickly spun around to face her, and your heart was thumping within your ears at the mere sight of her. Stood before you was one of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen, you'd honestly liken her to a goddess. Her eyes were the first to reel you in, as you easily got lost in the sea of green, with the faintest speckles of red floating around them. Your eyes ran across the entirety of her face, tirelessly working to imprint a copy of her features into your mind. The sound of her loudly clearing her throat brought you back to reality.

"Hi." You sheepishly greeted with a gentle wave, and shy grin.

Wanda hardly recognized this shy side to you, as you've been rather bold up until now.

"Since you'd wanted Taylor, I think I'll be on my way." She teased, turning around to walk away, but your arm wrapping around her from behind halted her.

A shiver ran down her spine at the intimate grip you had on her, and she nearly melted into you when you whispered against her neck.

"Please, don't go..."

She never was planning on leaving, but she's glad the trick led her to this moment.

"Okay, I'll stay." She cooly relays, then places her hand over yours and slightly leans into your body.

After spinning her around for a brief hug, you had let her go, and failed to see the scowl upon her face at the movement. Your giddy form as it ran across the beach quickly turned her mood back, as she watched you in awe. The rays of sun bounced off of your smiling face, as you played like an innocent child, and Wanda's heart fluttered at the sight. She was finally seeing why everyone at the compound was so down without you around.

After a brief moment of watching, she waved her hand and a collection of toys fell before you. She approached you with a smirk, and challenged you to a sandcastle—off.

"You're on Maximoff..."

She watched in amusement as you worked tirelessly to build the perfect castle, simply unaware of her empty plot. You dug around until you found the wet sand, then began to fill your molds. You flattened an area of sand, then carved out the perfect rectangle to create a moat. Then you settled your identical side molds down directly to the sides of the center of your plot, leaving enough space for a walkway. Then you took your cylindrical shaped molds and settled them beside them, finishing off the front of your castle. The remainder of your castle was just molded sides to close it off. For finishing touches, you placed two twigs with tiny leaves into the cylinders to imitate flags, then formed an alligator within your moat.

Once you finished you smirked at your handy work, wiping at the sweat atop your brow, then you finally looked up to see Wanda sat in a lawn chair with a lemonade and book in her hands. Her eyes met your obvious stare and she narrowed her eyes to view your castle.

"Finally, now it's my turn." She giggled.

Then, with the flick of her hand you watched the sand beside you swirling around—reminiscent of a tornado. You watched in awe as the tower came to life, and a wave of betrayal also washed over you.

"Moshennik" You grumbled as she approached you, and you were faced with her monster of a castle

(Cheater)

"Ah-Ah malyshka, it's not cheating. I simply chose to work smarter, not harder, as the American's say."

"Yeah, and American's are cheats." You grumbled once more as you stood to level with her, and snatch her lemonade from her hands.

"Lemonade is meant for hard workers."

"Careful there dorogoy, wouldn't want your precious castle to be under attack..."

You gasp over the glass at her threat, watching in mock horror as the red in her eyes deepens, then see as tiny sand men begin to take aim at your castle.

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?" She quips with a head tilt, and a flick of her wrist.

Your castle tumbles down, until all that's left is jagged fragments, and Wanda cackles wildly as you fall to the ground in absolute horror.

"You're horrible." You whine, and stomp away, while she just clutches at her burning stomach and tries to compose herself.

She finds you stood at the shore, unable to remove her stare from your extended lips, as she wants nothing more than to just kiss your pout away.

"Dorogoy, it was an adorable castle, but I really wanted to see that adorable pout of yours."

"I could've just shown you one." You grumble, while your pout deepens, and she giggles.

"It wouldn't have been real."

"No more talking allowed, I want to watch the sunset in peace." You state, with a hardened glare, but she sees right through your facade and simply nods.

You didn't move your gaze from the horizon, your hand however extended out to hers; she wasted no time in accepting it, and you simply pulled her into you, then used her shoulder as a headrest.

Peacefully watching the sun setting together, and for a blissful moment the two of you'd forgotten this was all an elaborate illusion.

•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~•

"Malysh, I really need you to wake up soon..." Wanda whispered against your hand as she placed gentle kisses to your fingertips.

Bruce had said you honestly should've woken up already, that the poison had long been flushed from your system, and this was clearly a side effect of your tumble down the stairs. Natasha, Wanda and Yelena all kept the faith though, because your mind was ever present. Tony had tried to convince everyone to let go, trying to be a realist, but all that got him was a target on his back when he'd briefly mentioned a long term facility.

An alarm blaring caught the witches attention, so Wanda placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before taking off to the briefing room.

You'd heard her, and desperately wanted to reply, but your head was honestly pounding. The pulsing pain in your head was all you could comprehend, not a single thought passed through your mind. All too suddenly, a wave of nausea had flashed through you, and within a second your eyes snapped open and your body shot up as you hurled into an awaiting bedside pan.

As the Avengers sat in the meeting room, Fury had been stood there waiting to inform them that he was moving you out of the medbay. Sighting that you were proving to be a distraction to the women at the compound, and you'd be safer with his team. Natasha had to physically hold Yelena back, while she simultaneously also planned a way to end Fury, and Stark for their suggestions. Wanda was sat there in shock, red swirled around her irises, and her hands that sat just beneath the table.

Natasha then stood abruptly, raising her widow bites, and glared at the entirety of the team.

"You will do no such thing! Our sister stays here, or leaves with us, there's no middle ground to reach." She growls, and Yelena stood at the ready.

Wanda had stood to assist them, then her head suddenly started to throb, and she fell onto her hands against the table as she felt a wave of nausea hit her. The entirety of the team looked her way, even the assassins who were ready to brawl spared her a glance. She shut her eyes tightly trying to place the sudden feeling, then her gut told her it was you. She locked gazes with the women, a silent understanding was reached, and the three of them booked it to your room with no further explanation.

Every part of your body ached from being dormant for what you were told was nearing three months. Your thoughts were jumbled, and you were struggling to grasp onto what was real. Lights were far too bright, so you sat in the bed with your eyes tightly shut, having become accustomed to the darkness that had consumed you for so long. You sat in the silence for quite some time before a flurry of footsteps graced your ears.

Wanda burst the door open with her powers, having had an abundance of energy coursing through her at the fear of something tragic. The women stood in the doorway with their eyes wide, and mouths falling in line at the sight of you upright. Natasha was the first to break free of her trance as she ran over to cup your cheeks, and look you over. Her arms tightly wrapped around you, and she cried against your hospital gown.

"'Natty, I promised you I'd return, but if you don't release your grip I might suffocate." You playfully quip, and she whines against your body before lightening her grip.

"Cyka! Back up!" Yelena shouts, as she slams Natasha out of the way with her hip, then yanks you in for a brief hug.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you stink." She gagged out, and you weakly pushed her away, but she had been reluctant to actually let you go.

"Well, three months without a proper shower will do that to you." You deadpan, before smiling widely at your sisters, who'd already been doing the same.

Your gaze shifted to the doorway where you saw that Wanda had not yet moved.

"Hey, you must be the newbie." You say, and for a second Wanda's heart aches at the thought of you not knowing her.

Natasha and Yelena see right through you, nudging your shoulder, and you giggle.

“I’d hug you Wands, but apparently I stink, and my breath is honestly a crime against nature.”

Wanda ignores your words of warning, and crashes into your body anyways.

“We’ll send Bruce down to check you over, we’re off to ruin Fury and Stark.” Nat relays, as she winks at you from the door, and not so subtly trails her eyes from you to the beauty in your arms.

“I’m not even going to ask.” You yell out after them, then tighten your grip on Wanda.

“She’s right, you do stink, but I don’t mind it.” Wanda murmurs against your chest, and you lightly chuckle.

“Wands, honey, that’s absolutely disgusting.” You laugh, then try to pry her off of your body, but she keeps herself attached to you until Bruce arrived.

Bruce had cleared you to return to your own room almost instantly, but recommended that you take it easy for the next few months. Wanda eagerly helped you to your room, and then waited for you while you took a very lengthy shower.

You exited the bathroom while towel drying your hair to find Wanda sat on your bed with bowls of paprikash, and a gentle smile.

“Is that my hoodie?” You asked with a raised brow and she just shrugged her shoulders with a wink, then ushered you to the bed with her.

Wanda had turned on some older sitcoms while the two of you ate in silence. Once the bowls were empty, she’d taken them to the kitchen, then returned in the blink of an eye. She crawled into your bed, straddling your lap, then with slight force she’d pushed you down against your pillows.

“Sweets, I think we should address the obvious elephant in the room.” You coo, while rubbing soothingly against her back as she kept her face buried in your neck.

“What is it?”

“Exactly, what are we?” You quietly ask, and the vulnerability lacing your tone is obvious.

Wanda pulls back from your neck to hover her face above yours, looking down at you with gentle eyes, and you see the hope swirling in them as well.

“Y/N, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m falling for you.”

“Is that so?” You playfully muse

“Very much so, I kinda thought it was obvious.”She gently relays and her minty fresh breath fans across your face.

“Well, in that case, what would you say to being my girlfriend?”

Wanda smiles widely at the question, honestly it felt like she’d been waiting a lifetime to hear you ask it. Her answer is expressed physically as she catches you off guard with her lips capturing yours

“Was that a yes?” You pant out, and she giggles against your cheek as she pecks at the corner of your mouth.

“It was a hell yes…” She shrieks before leaning forward to initiate another make out.

“Just so we’re clear, I’m irrevocably falling for you too Wands…” You whisper against her lips and smile at the way she cuddles into you, as you guys settle in for a night of reruns and cuddles.

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