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I never wanted this, but maybe it's not such a bad thing part 3 (Preath x Reader)

It's been a long couple of weeks, but I finally finished part 3! This is not edited so mind any mistakes. I'm not sure if I'll do another part yet, let me know what you think. There's a bit of a time jump at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut

Part one, Part two

Words: 6.1K

As Tobin went to lie down next to Christen, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her down in the middle and peppering her cheek with kisses. Tobin giggled, pecking my lips, "This isn't our normal order."

"Gotta spice things up occasionally. Do you want to come surfing with me tomorrow Tobes? I have a spare board and wetsuit, we just have to stop by my house. Maybe the three of us could get brunch after?"

Christen nudged Tobin when she took a while to answer. I appreciated what she was doing, but tonight was a big step already. I didn't want her to feel pressured. "You know what, I would love that. You can't judge how well I do though, it's been a while since I've been."

"Can I come watch?"

"You wanna watch us with our wet suits down Chris? I know Tobin enjoyed it once upon a time."

Tobin went red, hiding her face against Christens shoulder. Christen laughed, patting Tobin's shoulder, "You know what, I don't even blame her. There's no denying you have great abs."

"It's for the ladies, two in particular. You might know them, dark haired, insanely beautiful. Ring a bell?"

Tobin finally looked at me again, smirk growing, "Oh you mean those marine buddies of yours we met the other day?"

"Exactly." I kissed them both, soft and slow, "You two are the most beautiful people I've ever met. And I know people just say that, I know there are subjectively more attractive people out there, but to me, there's no competition, no one compares to you guys."

Tobin kissed me, filled with the same passion as the first time, "You're not so bad yourself."

Christens eyebrows furrowed, "Agreed. What's gotten into you? I'm not complaining, I've just never seen you so sappy."

"I'm just happy. I've been in a lot of relationships in my time, some great, some not, but I've never felt this way before. We're soulmates, I know it's kinda the whole concept behind it, I just don't believe that's the only thing that influences this. You know I was terrified coming into this, that I would only feel the soulmate connection, nothing more. So yeah, I'm happy that's not the case, because you two are amazing. Sorry for being sappy, I'm just trying to be more honest. It's not always easy for me, I want us to last though so I'm trying."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with you being sappy Y/n/n. It's just different so I got a bit worried maybe something was wrong. We know it's hard for you to talk about feelings, but we're always here for you. Even if it's not always good feelings, you can always come to us, even if it's just one of us. We will never judge you or make you feel like you can't talk about it."

I fought back the tears, in all my relationships no one had ever cared about me as much as they did, I had never felt like I could open up as I did with them. I mean what I had already told them more than I had with anyone, Ali and Ash included, "Thank you. It works both way, anything you guys need, I'm here for you."

The movie had just finished, I knew it was late, but looking at my phone confirmed it. I kissed them both before reluctantly sitting up on the side of the bed. "It's getting late, I should head back to my room."

A hand on my arm stopped me, turning around I found Tobin looking up at me with a small, unsure smile, "You could stay?"

"Are you sure? You don't have to push yourself Tobin. We've already made a lot of progress today. I don't want you to move too quickly and be uncomfortable."

"I know it's quick, but honestly tonight has been amazing and I don't want you to go. We would love if you stayed if you maybe wanted to."

"I um, I don't want to wake you guys up in the middle of the night with my nig-"

Christen came back from the bathroom, kissing me before I could finish, "We don't care about that Y/n, if you have a nightmare then we'll be here to help you through it. This is part of being with you and we're okay with that."

"Okay, let me go brush my teeth and get changed. I'll be back in a minute."

It took me a long time to fall asleep, the worry of having a nightmare and waking them up running through my mind. Despite what they said, I didn't want want them to deal with it on the first night we stayed together. It was still embarrassing that after a year, I still had nightmares.

To my complete surprise, I didn't have a nightmare. I had had one every night since camp started which was typical when staying in an unfamiliar place, but with them I didn't. It wasn't the longest sleep, but I had slept the best I had in a long time. Christen and Tobin were still asleep when I woke up so I kissed their cheeks and slipped out of bed to get coffee from down the street. Apparently everyone wanted coffee this morning so it had taken longer then anticipated. When I got back Tobin was the only one awake, she looked sad until she actually looked up at me. I guess it had looked like I had just left them. I gave her a long, slow kiss before handing her the coffee.

"Good morning beautiful. I'm sorry I should have messaged you, the line was longer than I anticipated."

"Good morning baby, it's okay, I'm just glad you came back."

"There's no where else I'd rather be. We're going surfing remember."

Tobin pulled me closer so I was straddling her waist, "I admit I was scared you had just left us."

"Never. I promise if I was ever going and not coming back I will let you know. Do you want me to let you know even if I'm just popping out for coffee?"

She avoided my eyes, cheeks turning red, "Maybe, just for a little while at least. I'm sorry, I ju-"

I cupped Tobin's cheek, kissing her forehead, nose, cheeks and lips, "Don't apologise Tobin, if it makes you more comfortable then I'm 100% okay with it. All it takes is 2 seconds to send a text."

Christen rolled over, sleepy smirk in place, "What's going on here?"

I brushed a piece of hair out of Tobin's face, before leaning down and pecking Christens lips, "Just some morning reassurance. I got you coffee."

---

Sloane ran up to me, cuddling into me as I picked her up. It had been a while since we had proper cuddles. At home we always end the night with cuddles before she went to bed. It was a routine I've missed. Ashlyn and Ali hugged me as well, before Ashlyn spoke up, "Hey Y/n/n, do you wanna get lunch with us today? It's been a while since we hung out. We miss you."

Guilt hit me instantly. I hadn't really seen them much recently with all my time going to Tobin and Christen. I also felt bad because they didn't know about us yet. Normally, I told Ash everything, but I had been so caught up in the newness of my relationship, I hadn't told them. Tobin, Christen and I had lunch plans, I couldn't say no to Ash though, I guess I had some making up to do, "I would love to."

"Awesome, meet you here in an hour."

I went straight to Christen and Tobin's room, nerves starting to rise as I waited for them to answer. I didn't know how they would react to me cancelling last minute. Christen answered with a wide smile, "We really need to get you a key."

"Uh yeah."

Tobin eyed me suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry."

"What for? What happened?"

"Um I need to cancel lunch. I'm sorry. Of course I wanted to have lunch with you, but then Ash asked me to have lunch with them because they miss me and I haven't actually spent any time with them lately and I actually really miss them and I feel like a bad sister and a bad girlfri-"

The rambling died as Christens lips connected with mine, "Y/n, take a breath. It's okay, we understand. Ash is your sister, you need to spend time with her. We can hang out after."

"Are you sure?"

Tobin was the one this time to take my hand and kiss me, "Yes, go have fun with your family. We expect to see you tonight though."

I pulled them down on the bed with me, both of them cuddling into my sides, "Wouldn't miss it for the world. I've got just under an hour until I meet them so we have some cuddle time."

Tobin cupped my cheek, lips gliding across mine, filled with passion and want. Her tongue ran across my bottom lip, slipping in as my lips parted. We fought for dominance with me quickly winning. Tobin pulled me on top of her, hand slipping under my shirt, resting on my lower back. After a few minutes of making out, I remembered Christen was there and slowly pulled away, breathing heavy.

"Sorry Chris."

Christen just smiled, guiding me over to her instead, "Don't apologise, I don't mind a good show every now and then. Can I get in on the action though?"

I hovered just above her, lips brushing hers, "I suppose that could be acceptable."

I lost track of how long we were making out, but when hands started wandering, I reluctantly pulled away, "We need to stop because I need to leave soon and if we keep going I don't think I'll be able to stop."

Christen groaned as I settled between them again, "I hate that you're right."

Even though I was missing out on time with Christen and Tobin, I was glad that I agreed to lunch. It hadn't hit me how much I missed them until I was sitting with them, colouring a picture with Sloane as I talked with Ali and Ashlyn. We made it maybe half an hour before Ashlyn asked the question I was fully expecting, "So what's going on with you lately? You've been absent lately, is everything okay?"

"Uh yeah, honestly everything is amazing. I need to tell you something, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just got distracted I guess. Christen, Tobin and I are together."

Ali looked confused, "Wait, as in girlfriends? I thought you weren't interested in the whole soulmate thing?"

"I'm not, but we talked that day in the elevator about getting to know each other before I shut it down completely. The more I got to know them, the more I fell for them. I've never felt this way before. I haven't had a nightmare in almost two weeks since I've been staying with them. I get so giddy when I'm around them, like I never want to leave."

"That's amazing Y/n. We're so happy for you."

"You're not mad I didn't tell you?"

Ash hugged me tightly, kissing my cheek, "Of course not, it's new, exciting, you got sucked in. I don't know if you remember, but I was the same way with Ali. I'm really glad you're happy Y/n, you deserve it. Even if it is with the soul mates you never wanted."

"Yeah well, they're not so bad after all. Tobin still has some worries that I'll change my mind, but she's trying and I'm doing my best to reassure her. I hate it that she doubts me, but she's worth it. Christen is pretty much what you see is what you get, but there's a side of Tobin that no one else sees. The soft, loving, shy, somewhat insecure side. I love that side of her and I want to be privy to it for as long as she'll let me."

We spent a few hours hanging out, eating and playing at the park before the kids started getting grumpy so we made our way back to the hotel. I went back to Christens and Tobin's room where we spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling.

---

Camp had finally come to an end, meaning by the end of the day, all three of us would be in a different part of the country until the next camp. It was only just over a month, but I already knew I was going to miss them. I hugged them tightly, trying to keep my tears away. It wasn't working though, "I'm going to miss you."

Christen sniffed, hiding her face further against my chest, "I wish we could stay together."

I held her tightly, hands running along her back as she cried. My own tears slowly running down my cheeks. Over the last few weeks, I had gotten used to being around them, I loved being with them. The last thing I wanted was to be away from them. I know there was facetime and it was only going to be a month, but it wasn't the same as falling asleep next to them, cuddling with them, being around them. There was also a slight fear of something changing. We had only been together for a few weeks, what if the distance so early on changed something, affected our relationship. I tried my best to push that thought away, instead focusing on making the most of the time with my girls. I reached out pulling Tobin back into the hug, holding her just as tight as Christen. We cuddled on the bed with me in the middle, both of them holding me tightly.

Tobin had been quiet all morning, and I was starting to get worried. Christen had popped out so it gave me the chance to talk to her. I had a feeling I knew what was wrong. Despite the progress we had made, I knew she still worried that I would change my mind. I hated that she still worried, but I would keep doing everything I could to make her worries go away, even if it took a while.

"Hey, what's going on Toby? You've been quieter than normal today."

"My thoughts are going crazy right now."

I sat down on the ground in front of her, pulling her so she was sitting in my lap, "You have no idea how much I'm going to miss you Tobin. Just the idea of being away from you hurts. You can expect messages and facetimes every day, you'll be sick of me by the end of it. There'll be no going back though, you're stuck with me now."

"It's a good thing I don't mind then isn't it?"

"Definitely. You can call me anytime, I can't promise to always answer straight away, but I'll do my very best."

"Ditto. Thank you Y/n."

"What for?"

"For being so understanding. Most people would have ran for the hills if their girlfriend doubted them as much as I do you, but you've stuck by me."

"Hey, while I hate that you still doubt me sometimes, I understand why you feel the way you do. I'm serious about us so I'm willing to provide as much reassurance as needed for as long as needed. A bit of distance isn't going to change that."

---

Today had been crazy. Between practice, media and team bonding, I was only able to reply to maybe one or two texts from Christen and Tobin. I had made sure to tell them I was busy, but it didn't make me feel any better. As soon as I got home and showered, I made sure they were awake before facetiming. It was 2am and I was exhausted, but talking to them made it worth it. Tobin was the only one awake, her tired self answering almost immediately.

You look tired Toby.

I am.

You should get some sleep.

I wanted to talk to you first, I missed you today.

I missed you too baby. I'm sorry I couldn't reply much today, it was hectic.

It's okay, in our job it happens. Thank you for calling, even though you look like you're about to pass out. I know it's late, but have you been sleeping okay?

Our facetimes are my favourite part of the day, I wouldn't ever miss it if I could help it. Sometimes, the nightmares are back, not as frequent, but they're there and I miss cuddling with you two.

Aww baby, I'm sorry. Two weeks and we'll be back together. We can talk to coach about us sharing a room this time if you might want to? I mean you stay with us anyway, might as well not take up another room.

I would love that

We talked for a bit longer before the yawns wouldn't stop and we decided it was best to get some sleep.

Can you stay on the phone with me?

Of course. Goodnight Tobin, I love you

My eyes widened at the admission that slipped out. Yes it was true, I had fallen in love with them both, but it wasn't supposed to come out yet. I had intended to wait longer before telling them because it felt too soon to have those feelings. I fought the urge to hang up and hide as a grin slowly appeared on Tobin's face.

I love you Y/n. Do you uh feel this way about Chris as well?

I do, I'm in love with you both. It wasn't supposed to come out this early though. Do you think I should tell her?

Definitely, I won't be able to stop myself from saying it and I'm almost certain she'll feel the same way about you.

Okay, get some sleep and hopefully we can squeeze in a call with Chris in the morning

I was woken up by talking on the other end of the phone. It wasn't just Tobin. I peeked at the phone, seeing Christen had joined. It was 10:30am meaning it was only 7:30am for them.

You're awake early

Good morning sleepy head, I woke up when Chris joined

Good morning baby, you looked like you slept well

I think knowing Tobin was there made it easier.

I'm sorry I missed the call last night

It's okay Chris. I need to tell you something

What is it?

I accidently let it slip out to Tobin last night, but you should know that I love you

A wide grin appeared instantly as she replied with no hesitation, I love you Y/n

---

Ashlyn, Ali and the kids had already left for the next camp having decided to spend an extra couple of days. A mini holiday of sorts. They had asked if I wanted to come, but I had some last minute work to finish. It had only been just over a month, but I was at the point where I really missed my girls. I had never expected to miss them as much as I did, but it was hitting me hard and I was just down. I didn't want to bring them down with my mood. I hadn't heard from Christen and Tobin today, besides a good morning text so I was drowning my emotions in work.

The doorbell rang loudly throughout the house. I was tempted to ignore it, but decided against it and threw the door open, freezing when I saw the two girls I had been missing like crazy. When I snapped out of it, my arms wrapping around them both tightly. I sunk into their touch, pulling them closer when one of them tried to pull away. I didn't want to let them go yet.

"I missed you so much. What are you doing here?"

"We had a few days off before camp and really just wanted to see you. I know a few days would have made much of a difference, but well we missed you Y/n."

I kissed them both soft and slow, savoring the feeling of their lips, "I'm glad you're here."

We cuddled on my bed for a while before Christen volunteered to get dinner while I finished up some work with Tobin cuddled into my side. It didn't take long to finish the work that needed doing tonight. Once I put my laptop down, I pulled Tobin onto my lap, kissing her softly, "I missed you two so much Toby. I'm really glad we're back together."

Tobin rest her head against my shoulder, "Us too Y/n. Thank you for all the random facetimes and reassurances. I know it meant a lot of late nights for you."

"Seeing you and Chris is worth endless late nights."

"I love you Y/n."

"I love you too Toby."

Kisses were placed along my neck, a quiet moan escaped as I angled my head to give her more room. Tobin straddled my waist, pushing me back before leaving slightly harder kisses across my jaw and down my throat until she reached my collar bone. I gripped her hips, moaning a little louder this time as she started sucking and scraping my skin with her teeth. "Fuck T-Toby."

I was caught up in the pleasure that I didn't notice that Christen had come back until a second pair of lips attached themselves to my neck. Before I could open my eyes lips attached to mine. I instantly knew it was Christen, "Welcome back Chris."

"How'd you know it was me?"

"You two kiss differently, both just as amazing, but different."

Christen ran her fingers from one collar bone to the other, "I see you two had fun while I was gone."

"Toby how many marks did you leave?"

"Just a few."

"Tobin! Everyone's going to see them."

"I didn't hear you complaining."

I flipped her over, "Paybacks a bitch."

"Fuck Y/n," Tobin moaned as I nipped and sucked at her skin, before she pushed my head down closer to her breasts.

"Are you sure?" I asked looking at both Christen and Tobin.

Tobin nodded quickly while Christen reached over, slipping Tobin's shirt off with an innocent smile. I hooked my hand around the back of her neck, accidently gripping her hair slightly and connected our lips in a lingering kiss. Christen moaned quietly against my lips, making me smirk, "Don't think you're safe Chris. I know this side was you."

Christen just shrugged as I went back to taking in the half naked Tobin currently pinned under me, "You are stunning Tobin."

I lent down, kissing along her bra line leaving dark marks as I went. Tobin was squirming, trying to push my head further down. Before she could, I pulled away, moving over to Christen instead. Tobin whined, but watched closely as I started on Christens neck, leaving a few dark marks before moving down to the top of her t-shirt, waiting for her permission before slipping her shirt over her head, "How did I end up with two absolutely stunning women."

As I attacked Christens chest, I felt Tobin's hands start to wander, drawing random patterns under my shirt, along my back and stomach getting dangerously close to the waist band of my shorts. I finally pulled away when Tobin tugged at my top. She pulled it off, both of them staring at my abs. Christen reached up, running her fingers down my stomach stopping at my waistband and playing with the draw strings, making me shiver at the feeling. I laced my fingers with hers, kissing the back of her hand.

"Are you sure you guys want to do this? We don't have to go past this." I didn't want them to think that they had to do this if they thought it was too early. Sex wasn't that important to me, I just wanted to be with them. I was also worried that maybe they were only doing this with me out of obligation and that they didn't actually want me as part of it. I had also never done it with 2 people before, I didn't know if I would be any good. It was a big step in our relationship and honestly, I was nervous.

Christen squeezed my hand, as Tobin pecked my lips, "Baby, you have no idea how much we talked about you during our less than innocent facetime calls when you were busy."

"You have no idea how much we want you. We can wait if you want to, if you're not sure about this."

"Really? Y-you t-talked about me?"

"More than we would admit. We love you Y/n, we are so insanely attracted to you it's not even funny."

"I-I-I've never been with t-two p-people before."

"It's not much different to one, just do what you do, but double it. You'll figure out what we each like pretty easily and we're here with you every step of the way. There's no rush if you're not ready yet Y/n."

I looked at them for a second. I was ridiculously attracted to them. There was no doubt that I wanted them. I smirked, pulling Christen up and tangling my fingers in her hair, tugging lightly as I connected our lips, biting her bottom lip gently as I pulled away, "I think I already know what you like."

Christen moaned, nails digging into my back to pull me against her, "Y-y-you're not w-wrong."

Tobin smirked, running her fingers across Christens back, "It drives her crazy."

My lips attached to Christen neck as I pushed her back, working my way down her chest and reaching round to unclip her bra. My fingers ran dipped between her breasts, trailing beneath them. Her breath hitched, fingers digging into my thighs, "P-please."

I glanced at Tobin, feeling bad about giving all the attention to Christen. Tobin just nodded, moving to take one of Christens nipples into her mouth as I followed suit with the other. Christen gasped hands tangling in both of our hair. It didn't take long for her to turn into a moaning mess, bucking her hips and trying to push my head down. I pulled away, waiting for her to nod before slipping her pants and underwear off. I took her in for a second, admiring her long tan legs, toned stomach, small but perfect breasts and beautiful eyes filled with want.

Before moving any further with Christen, I connected my lips with Tobin. I didn't know what I was doing with two of them, but I wanted them to both feel wanted. I took my time with Tobin, with the help of Christen, stripping her down and working her up. I couldn't get enough of their moans, their touches, their pleads for more. It was driving me crazy, but I wanted to focus on them first. I figured the best way to ensure pleasure for them both was to have us all participating. I guided Christen so she was hovering over Tobin's face.

Christen moaned loudly at the same time I licked a line through Tobin's folds drawing a muffled moan which drew another needy moan from Christen. As Tobin worked Christen closer to the edge, I focused back on exploring Tobin. My tongue circled her clit, her hips bucking for more. Two fingers slipped easily into her, a loud, muffled moan slipped from Tobin. I pumped my fingers slowly, curling every few thrusts as I pulled away, watching as Tobin wrapped her arms around Christen's thighs, eating her out faster and harder, muffled moans falling uncontrollably. Christen head was thrown back, loud, needy moans slipping out as she reached behind her, gripping the head board for support.

As much as I wanted to get them to come at the same time, I wanted to take my time getting to know what Tobin liked, what drove her crazy. It didn't take long for Christen to tense, moans louder than before, legs shaking as she shook. Once her high passed, she fell back against the headboard, breathing heavy. My fingers never stopped, maintaining the same slow pace that slowly turned Tobin into a moaning, pleading mess. I lent forward, kissing Tobin, moaning at the taste of Christen left behind. Christen moved behind Tobin so her head was resting against her stomach, hands moving to play with Tobin's breasts. Her back arched, hips bucking. "B-baby p-p-please. I-I need-"

Tobin cut herself off with a moan as my fingers curled. I kissed Christen before moving back down, fingers thrusting harder and faster as my tongue flicked her clit. My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking hard. She tightened around my fingers, spasming and tensing as she fell over the edge. I helped her through before cleaning her up and pulling away. Christen took my hand cleaning my fingers as I settled beside them.

"H-holy fuck y-you're amazing baby," Tobin managed between ragged breaths. I laughed, kissing her cheek and pulling her closer.

"I aim to please."

After catching her breath, Tobin turned over kissing between Christens breasts before turning to me, "You've got way too many clothes on and we're so not done yet."

---

Things were getting hard. Not with Christen and Tobin, we were still going strong almost two years into our relationship. Things weren't always easy. Between navigating a three person relationship, living in three different cities and them spending some time playing overseas, we had our struggles, but we were stronger for it. The problem was, I was really starting to struggle with the distance. We saw each other as often as we could, facetimed pretty much everyday even when they were overseas. It sucked, but it was manageable until recently that is. All I wanted was to be with them, but it didn't seem to be possible. I was almost constantly down, irritable, distracted if I wasn't with or talking to them. I cried after hanging up with them and crying wasn't something I normally did.

This was something I had tried my best not to let them see. There was nothing that could be done and the intensity of these feelings would likely fade in a few weeks, so I didn't see the point in worrying them. Ashlyn and Ali had picked up on my mood change, they hadn't brought it up yet, but they had been trying to take my mind off it without pushing too much. They knew I would bring it up if I wanted to.

"Hey, you okay?" Ali asked sitting on the deck chair next to me. I had just finished talking to Christen and Tobin

"I'm not, but I will be."

"I'm here if you want to talk about it Y/n."

I sighed, "I just miss them, more than I know how to cope with right now."

"I get that. Have you talked to them about it? Maybe they can help make things a little easier to cope with?"

"There's nothing we can do about it, I don't want to worry them. I'm sure it'll pass, if not I'll figure it out. Thank you Ali."

The next day, I was sitting down on the beach after surfing, knees pulled up to my chest as I watched the waves. It was the spot where things were most peaceful, where my mind wasn't quite so loud. I was completely zoned out when a hand landed on each knee. I recoganised the ring on one of the hands. It was Christen. I didn't look though, they weren't supposed to be there so I had convinced myself that I was imagining things. When nails ran down my back, I snapped out of it and actually looked beside me. They were actually there. Sitting beside me, looking rather concerned. I lent against Tobin's side as Christens arm wrapped around me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything or even really be excited that they were there. I was too stuck in my head.

Tobin kissed my forehead, "What's wrong my love?"

"You don't have to tell us right now, but you've been off the last little while and we're worried."

At that I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I cried against Tobin's shoulder. They had seen me cry a few times, but it was normally short and quiet. This time though, I let everything out, not that I could stop it anyway.

"I'm struggling."

"Can you tell us what with?"

"You guys not being here. The distance. I miss you so much it hurts. I just want you guys here and I'm having a hard time dealing with the fact that you're not."

Christen laced her fingers with mine, kissing my temple, "We're not doing much better. We actually wanted to talk to you about that though."

"About what?"

Tobin was the one to speak this time, hand still running across my back, "Moving in together. I know there's quite a lot of logistics around that, but when we were overseas, living together and seeing each other everyday, we realised how much we actually wanted to be close together, live together permanently. It was great, but there was one major thing missing."

"W-what?"

"You Y/n. Every day we would wake up and go to bed, wishing more than anything that you were with us. I know there's a lot we would need to figure out, like where, when, that sort of thing, but will you move in with us?"

I pulled them both into a hug so quickly that we fell backwards. Maybe it wouldn't be the easiest thing to figure out, but all I wanted was to be with them, "Yes, yes I would love that. I don't even care where, I just want to be with you guys."

I held them for a minute before finally realising that they weren't supposed to be here, "Why are you guys here? Don't you have training?"

"You haven't been yourself lately, as much as you tried to hide it, we noticed. You weren't smiling, laughing or joking as much, you looked tired all the. We got worried, Ali and Ash said something was up but you weren't talking to them. There was only one day of training before we had a few days off so our coached let us go. It's only for a few days, but we wanted to come see you, see if we could finally get you to talk to us."

"Thank you. I really needed to see you both. I love you."

Tobin kissed me, filled with passion and want as always, I sunk into it, holding her close. The first kiss once I saw them again was always the best. The sense of peace and calmness that washed over me when I kissed them was a feeling I never wanted to go away, "I love you Y/n. I know you didn't want to worry us, that was the one thing Ali could tell us, but please just talk to us next time. You not talking to us, worries us more."

I left a lingering kiss against Christens lips and resting my forehead against hers, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you. I promise to talk to you in the future. Thank you for coming."

"Always."

"I vote LA." Tobin spoke up making me pull away from Christen confused as to what she was talking about. "I vote we move to LA. Warm weather, good surf and I know Angel FC might be interested in signing me."

Christen looked at Tobin, smile slowly making it's way onto her face. I guess they hadn't talked about it, "R-really? You'd want to move to LA?"

"I know how much you love Angel FC and LA, I wouldn't ask you to leave that. Besides we know Y/n is obsessed with surfing."

"I wouldn't be opposed to that, I can work from anywhere. Only thing is Ash, Ali and the kids, I don't want to miss seeing them grow up so it would mean frequent trips to see them. If you can deal with that then I'm all for LA."

"Of course we can, they're your family. We'll figure it out in time."

"Sooner rather than later please."

They both held me tightly as I watched the water once again. I felt lighter, like a weight had been lifted. Not just because of the idea of moving in with them, but because they knew I needed them and they didn't hesitate to fly out for me. At one point they were the people I didn't want, but now I couldn't imagine my life without them. Maybe things weren't always going to be easy, there will be up's and downs, change and sacrifices. With them though, it would all be worth it.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press/reader #tobin heath x reader #tobin heath imagine #christen press imagine #preath x reader

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dumplingpuff1 · 4 months

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Honey (Part 1)

another self indulgent fic for a friend and I, part 2 soon

NSFW!!!! MINORS DNI ❌

names are made up

Contains: inflation, weight gain, magic, stuffing, lactation, belly/body expansion, and cuteness 🥺😭

The sound of a crackling fire filled a small, cozy room. Sat infront of the fireplace was a young woman, clad in fluffy pj pants and large, cozy sweater. Distractedly scrolling on her phone, she didn't notice the sound of the door opening and closing.

"Hey" a familiar voice sounds out, breaking her trance. She looks up at her friend who, judging by the light dusting of snow on his clothes, had just gotten home. She smiles and stands up to greet him, patting some snow off his coat.

"Hey" she says with a smile, "Where've you been?". He chuckles lightly, now taking off his coat. "Oh you know, around" he says. Her eyes flicker to a small box he had set on their coffee table. Interest peaked, she switches her gaze back to her tall friend. "What's that?" she gestures to the box. The fireplace reflection in his cute, rounded glasses couldn't hide the mischevious glint in his eyes. "Just some cookies I picked up for us to enjoy tonight, since the weather is so cold. I figured we deserve a nice relaxing night. We could share them right here by the fire" he says with a smile. She nods happily, looking forward to their shared snack. "I'm gonna go shower, ok? Sit tight here, dumpling" he says, giving her ass a small, gentle pat before turning to walk in the other room.

Not long had passed before the man returned downstairs, sporting a comfy black hoodie paired with soft sweatpants. He joins his petite friend in sitting close to the fire, reaching over and grabbing the delicately wrapped box off the table. Untying the box, he opened it to reveal about a dozen small, golden cookies. The sweet, savory smell of honey hit the couple's noses almost immediately, making the shorter of the two more eager to try them. She looks up from the cookies to his face, illuminated by the soft glow of the fire. "They smell amazing Ry, where'd you get them?" she asks curiously. He meets her gaze and shrugs, "New place in town, forgot the name though". He picks one of the small cookies up with his fingers, and brings it towards her. "Why don't you try them first?" he asks sweetly. Giggling, the girl opens her mouth and leans forward, as Ryan places the cookie into her mouth. She closes her mouth, as Ryan takes his thumb and gently brushes it against her lips, eventually gently placing his hand on her cheek while she chews. She swallows, and without wasting a breath she gushes about the taste. "Ry ry, these are so good! Can... can you give me another?" she asks, bringing her eyes back down to look at the cookies. Ryan chuckles, reaching for another. "Of course, Amanda", he says, placing a second cookie in her eager mouth. She hums as the taste of the sweet, honey flavored cookie hits her tongue once more. Gulping down the cookie, she finds another one readied at her lips. Unable to fight back a smile, she opens her mouth and lets Ryan feed her again. This time, however, she begins feeling a bit full.

After finishing the third cookie, she looks up at Ryan, who was currently placing a log into the fire. "Wow, these are really filling" she said. "Mhm. We've got a whole box to get through though" he said sweetly, turning his attention back to her. She whimpers a little bit, already feeling so full. A small, quiet gurgle brings her attention down to her stomach. Her tight sweater was beginning to feel tighter by the second. Slightly alarmed, she brings a hand to her tummy, feeling it push against her fingers. Her sides also had a bit more pudge to them then she remembers. Another cookie meets her lips, from Ryan's hand. Despite her slight concern regarding her form, she opens her mouth once more to eat the delicious cookie. She swallows, and Ryan brings one of his hands to her sides to give it a gentle squeeze. Almost immediately after she swallowed, she felt a strange sensation down below, between her legs. Wetness, almost as if she were aroused, but this time it was... different. Sticky. Her cheeks flush, but it goes unnoticed in the warm light of the fire. "Ryan, I-" she's cut off by another cookie being placed in her mouth. Unable to resist the alluring taste, she eats it. "Ryan, I feel... weird" she says when she finishes. He smiles and leans into her, "Yeah? What do you mean?". She looks down, embarrassed by the situation. "I think I'm wet? I don't know why... And... it feels really weird. It's..." she trails off. He chuckles, giving her now noticeably plump belly a squeeze. "Go on, use your words" he teases.

"....Sticky" she mutters out. Ryan hums, his hand having moved down from her soft midsection to the hem of her fluffy pants. With his fingers starting to dip under the waistband, Amanda's breath hitches. "Let's see... Wow, so plush now... And your pants seem a bit tight there, everything ok?" he teases, sliding his hand down her pants, fingers rubbing at her crotch. Sure enough, he felt a wet spot- not unusual for him to feel with his friend here- but this time it had a strange, sticky feeling to it. His fingers move aside her panties as he traces along her wet, sticky, sensitive folds. Humming in delight, Ryan gently guides his sticky friend to lie with her back on the floor, lightly dipping his finger in her entrance. He lightly swirled his finger around, coating it in the sticky substance. Pulling his hand from her pants, he leaves the now-needy girl wanting more. In the warm light, Ryan inspects his finger, coated in a thick, gooey, transparent substance. Wanting to confirm his suspicion, he pops the finger into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around the tip of it, licking the substance clean off.

"Honey" he says bluntly, having taken his finger out of his mouth with a satisfying 'pop'. "...What?" Amanda gave Ryan a confused stare. "You're leaking honey" he states. She stares at him in disbelief, and looks down at herself chubbier self. "Is that...? Am I... Is that what's filling me?" she asks, shocked. Ryan giggles, but doesn't respond. Instead, he reaches for another cookie and places it to her lips. Amanda opens her mouth to accept the cookie, not able to deny she was liking this. The sixth cookie swells her body more with rich honey. The sweater she was wearing was starting to roll up over her fattening midsection, unable to contain her. Her arms swelled, stretching the fabric taut as they struggled to keep up with her growing form. Once loose fitting, her pj pants now lightly hugged her enlarged thighs. Ryan looked down at her hands, one resting on her swollen belly. Her hands puffed up as well, fingers rounding out and palms softening by the second. Amanda went to moan but as soon as she opened her mouth, the seventh cookie was firmly pressed into it.

She moaned around the cookie as she ate it, its effects starting near instantly. Ryan took a look at her face. Her formerly defined face had already been coated with a small layer of chub, but now the effect was much more noticeable. Her face was beginning to round out, and her cheeks were continuing to swell up. The corners of her mouth dimpled, being squished by the newly added fat cheeks. "I'm so full Ry ry..." she complained. He responds by taking his hand to her belly, and giving it a good firm rub, and then pressing his fingers into it and jiggling the swollen mass. It wobbles, so full of viscuous honey. He chuckles, "God you really are full. Look how plump you've gotten for me, so full of honey". Grabbing another cookie to feed her, he straddles her, sat just below her rounded honey-filled belly, and leans forward so that he rests upon it. By the time she finished the cookie, her sweater had rolled up just below her bloated tits, and every part of her body had been thouroughy padded with the honey. Whether the yellow tinge on her skin was from being stuffed full of honey or from the light of the fire, Ryan didn't know nor did he care. His large hands found their way to her big squishy tits, pawing at them and kneading. Amanda's plump cheeks flushed bright red, but Ryan didn't notice because his attention had been turned to the small, sticky wet spots that formed right over her nipples. Not wasting any time, Ryan dipped his head down to lap up the sweet substance through her shirt, swirling his tongue around where her nipples are. Amanda moaned and reached her hands around to Ryan's back, digging her plump fingers lightly into his back. His eyes switched their gaze back up to his swollen friend, enjoying the pleasured experession that adorned her chubby face.

Finally deciding to treat himself more, he lifts her shirt, exposing her nipples. There, in the fire's light, he could see her large, soft tits with her nipples coated in the honey, leaking from them. Using a finger to circle one, he brought the other nipple into his mouth and sealed his lips around it. Then, he began to suck; gently, at first, but when he got a taste of the sweet honey, he wanted- no, needed- more. Drinking honey from his plump friend's tits, indulging himself. He sucked like he'd starve if he didn't. Amanda's soft breaths and noises made her enjoyment obvious.

Few minutes had passed before Ryan got a new idea, leaving the honey-filled tits and opting to trail sweet, honey coated kisses down her plump belly to the hem of her pants. "Eat another." he instructed, sliding the box within her reach. "Eat another while I eat you out". She obliged, stuffing another cookie between her plump lips. Having taken her pants and panties down already, he caught a whiff of the sweet, inviting aroma. His head was now nestled between her plump thighs, and she could feel his hot breath on her. He kissed her thighs and then gave her a long, wet lick. When he pulled away, strings of saliva and honey connected his mouth to her leaking pussy. Now feeling addicted, he went back, giving smaller licks between her sweet, plumpened folds. The nineth cookie's effects kicked in, and he knew it did once he felt her already full thighs swell more.

He pulled his head away after a bit, mouth coated in sticky honey and took in the sight before him. "You're just full to the brim with honey, aren't you? Look down at yourself and see how plump you've gotten" he teases lovingly, as Amanda looked up to view her body. Once a petite 119 pounds, with a flat stomach and nearly bony limbs, she looked nothing like herself. Instead, her thin limbs had ballooned into plump, jiggly versions of themselves. Her nimble fingers coated in soft, honey filled flesh. Ryan grabbed her plush hands and placed them on her cheeks, so she could feel how fat they've gotten.

"You're beautiful" Ryan said finally, after a few moments of silence. He leaned in and kissed her soft lips, bringing her into a deep, loving kiss. The sweet taste of honey met her lips, and she hummed into the kiss. "Fuck... I'm gonna get you back for this, Ry ry..." she trailed off, paired with a little giggle.

part 2 coming soon... ;)

#feeding kink #lactating kink #fat belly #gaining kink #inflation k1nk #self #text #weight gain story #story

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sharkboy305 · 1 month

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So far movie night had been going good. Everyone had been cuddled together on the couch they got to fit all of them, and the blanket had been placed over them.

The movie was going fine and everyone's attention was on the screen. Until Matt had taken his gaze off the screen to take a sip from his drink and instead of focusing his gaze back to the screen, found his eyes focusing, instead, on Something laying on the blanket. Something that looked like a Spider.

He squint his eyes, focused on the spot to see but the darkened room made it incredibly difficult to say for certain if it was a spider. It wasn't moving, just staying there and he didnt want to point it out incase he was wrong and freak everyone out which......was ironic considering the hell they went through on that mountain. The monsters they witnessed, they surely wouldn't be scared of an itty bitty spider.

"Hey Matt, are you ok?"

It was Sam's voice, he looked from where the supposed spider was to see everyone turning their heads at him.

"Uh yeah I just...."

His voice trails off and his eyes return to the bug.

"Not to freak everyone out....but I think theres a spider on the blanket"

"Is it a spider? I could just be a ball of cotton" Sam questioned.

He removed his hand from where it laid in Emily's and pointed to where it was with everyone following his finger.

Suddenly everyone was focused on it.

"I can't see, its to dark" Jess moved a bit trying to get a better look

"Oh my God, Chris!"

" Should I, should I just kick it?" Mike spoke up, shifting his feet under the blanket, moving it.

That action caused it to move, just a little, but enough, enough to confirm it was a spider and everyone froze, not knowing what to do.

"Oh my God, it's just a damn spider, we've seen and been through worse" Emily muttered quietly

"Ok then, you grab it" Josh spoke

"Like hell I'm doing that" she bit back shooting her eyes at Josh. "Oh come on it's like you said, we can handle a tiny spider" Josh responded with a slight teasing tone.

Before Emily could respond back, the spider moved again, it turned it body and faced Mike.

"Uh, I'm thinking I should kick it" he spoke quietly.

"That's not going to help-" before Sam could finish, the spider moved again and again before suddenly it seemed focused on Mike and making it's way over to him.

Sam never really would have guessed that 7 whole young adults would freak out, how Mike would panic, grab the blanket and throw it off him. How the spider wouldn't seem to give up so easily as it landed right next to Jess who quickly screamed and jumped up from her spot, followed by everyone else but her.

It was funny watching them all mutter and curse silently while patting themselves down for some reason as if they'd find a horde of spiders in their pockets. Meanwhile, the spider, which Sam remarks wasn't even that big, crawled around, up her sides, and rested on the top of her leg.

"Aw it's just a little bitty spider"

She couldn't help but smile and tease everyone's overreaction while the spider seemed comfortable relaxing where it was.

#something I wrote at 1 in the morning on my notes app #tw spiders #until dawn #ashley brown #chris hartley #josh washington #sam giddings #mike munroe #jessica riley #emily davis #matt taylor #dawn squad

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thekoopalingsandstuffs · 3 months

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>At Beef & Kaley's house; Gender reveal party<

Spewart: (Maybe I should pretend to be sick... Or something... God, I don't want to be here...)

Kaley: "Hey, Stewart!!"

Spewart: !

Kaley: "I just realized, you've never been to our house before!! Would you like a tour??"

Spewart: "Uhhhhh......"

Beef: "Darling, you need to not be up or being too active. I'll show him around!! You take a seat."

Kaley: "Okie-dokie!" *Sits down, in the air*

Trigger warnings for: imaged of Dieter, mention of rape, PTSD, and (a new topic) abortion

Beef: "It's gonna take a while to get this place exactly to our liking... We've already replaced the AC unit, installed a dishwasher, and refurbished the whole bathroom! Our next project is to build a patio. And when our baby comes, maybe we'll try to install a few play things!! I think a metal swing set would go GREAT just a few yards away from the future shed. And a sand pit can be added, too!!"

Spewart: "... Lovely..."

Beef: "... Hey, are you okay, hon? I've noticed this whole time, you've just been standing off to the side... Like you don't want to be here... Is something wrong?"

Spewart: "Oh, um... No!! I-I'm okay... Just nervous..."

Beef: "Ah, I get it... Well, if you need anything, just let me know!!" *Pats Spewart on the back*

Spewart: *Quiet*

Beef: "Hm... We've also been thinking about installing a-"

Beef: "Honey?? What's the matter??"

Spewart: "I'm okay I'm okay I'm okay!!!"

Beef: "You're NOT okay!!" :< "Here, um... I'll get you some water and some tissues!! Everything will be alright!! Please, sit down and breathe!!"

Beef: "Did something happen?"

Spewart: "N-No..."

Beef: "Can I help you with anything?"

Spewart: "I don't th-think so..." *Sniffle*

Beef: "... You're free to go get one of your siblings if you need to!! I bet they'd help cheer you up." :3 "Would you like me to fetch one of them for you...?"

Spewart: "They wouldn't b-be much h-help..."

Beef: "...? Look, I very much want to help you, kiddo. But I can't really do that if you don't talk to me. I won't tell anybody if it's something embarrassing or personal! I promise. It's okay to talk about your feelings...!"

Spewart: "..................................................... Well..."

Spewart: "...... I know that must be... HORRIBLE to hear about your own son... But... Um..."

Beef: "No, no... The fact that Dieter did that really doesn't surprise me, honestly... But... Seeing a VICTIM... And it's YOU... I feel different. Not that it would have been okay if it was someone else, of course... It's... Just... Wow. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Stewart."

Spewart: "Everything's fine... I'm slowly coming to terms with it... It... Actually feels kinda nice to get that off my chest..."

Beef: "Have you not told your siblings...?"

Spewart: "No... They never listened to me about all the things Dee did and said while we were together!! I doubt they would care about THAT..."

Beef: "Hey, you never know...! But, if your siblings aren't willing to support you over that, then... You can always come to me. I will support you, and tell them what's what. That's what chosen family is for."

Spewart: "Chosen family...?"

Beef: "Oh, ya know... Sometimes your real family... Sucks. But family doesn't have to be blood. If your friends, partners, or their families make you feel more welcome, then THEY are your family. Chosen family, I mean."

Spewart: "...... Huh."

Beef: "When... I got Kaley pregnant, back in the day... Neither of us wanted to keep the baby. We had whole lives planned ahead of us. We wanted to graduate and do great things in the world. We weren't even really in love then... And having a child would completely disrupt everything we hoped to do. We wanted to... Abort it."

"But... Both of our families were super against abortion... And they said it was our fault for not waiting until marriage. We have to "deal with the consequences." Both of us were told that if we followed through, we would be kicked out of our homes and never be spoken to by our loved ones again. So... We left. Ran away to a new kingdom, found housing, got jobs, made friends, started completely anew... Those people are NOT our "family" anymore... We've chosen new ones..."

"However. By the time we got things figured out... It was too late for an abortion. Kaley was too far along... So, the baby had to stay. Eventually, Dieter was born. Secretly, both of us despised him... Our lives were completely ruined because of this baby... But still, we tried to raise him as best as we could... It wasn't HIS fault... He didn't CHOOSE to be born..."

"Kaley and I were young, dumb, inexperienced, and clearly didn't have any positive parenting influences... Yet, we TRIED. Maybe we could have tried harder... Maybe we could have done some things differently... But it doesn't matter now, does it?... Our son was a monster. He was rude to people. He stole from people. He never helped people. And, he's hurt people..."

"....................."

Spewart: "......... Does... Does it feel nice to... Get that off your chest...?"

Beef: "Yes, actually... It does."

Spewart: "...... Are you afraid this new baby might turn out like Dieter did?"

Beef: "Horrified. I keep telling myself... I'm older now and have had practice raising a kid... I know what I'm doing... But no, I don't... There's no way to know... And I really hope, that even if this kid does turn out to be an asshole... That they won't harm someone like Dee did..."

Spewart: "..."

Beef: "Maybe... If the baby had more guardians in their life... More influences... Things may turn out differently. If more people helped shape their childhood... And it wasn't just me and Kaley, alone, repeating what we did way back when..."

Spewart: "..."

Beef: "I know this may be a bit much... And I don't expect you to say yes, but... Do you think you and your siblings would be okay with babysitting every now and then? We could really use the help when the time comes..."

Spewart: "Um... Sure...! I know Hariet and Rango have lots of experience with babysitting. Topper can probably manage things himself if needed. And I'd be happy to join them...!"

Beef: "Ah, perfect!!! Thank you so much, Stewart!! I know you will have a big impact on the baby!!... And, uh, your siblings, too!" :)

Spewart: "Of course!!"

Hariet: "Oh, Spewey!! It's been a half hour! Do you want to go...?"

Spewart: "Hm? Oh! No, I'm good!! Let's stay!!"

Hariet: "Really...? Well, okay!!!"

>The Broodals will be staying at Kaley & Beef's house for the rest of the day, until the actual reveal. Meaning, if you want to, you can ask the future parents questions! Enjoy the party!!<

#gender reveal

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duckapus · 6 months

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In Deep: part 1

As the airship drifts above the waters of Lily's Zone, Eggman stands near the helm checking something on his tablet, "...Alright, if the Wonder Detector I rigged up is working properly, we should be approaching the drop point soon."

"Roight sir, Oy'll get us ready then." Bomberto then raises his voice, "All hands, prepare ta switch ta aquatic mode!"

As the minions and Badniks get to work and the ship slowly descends, Kamek addresses the main group (or at least the ones that are there. Tari's understandably still belowdecks and Toadsworth was taking a nap last anyone knew), "Alright, I can only use so many waterbreathing spells before running low on magic, and for some reason I never got around to learning the version you can cast on yourself, so not everyone can be on the away team this time."

Predictably, Toad decides to do a peace-out fade-out immediately.

"...Right. Who else?" he looks over at the kids, where Lil Coding is already glaring in defiance, "Definitely you two, I may not know much about all this code nonsense but I have seen what happens if you two get wet."

"Seriously? You can make people breathe underwater and turn an entire kingdom into a disco dance party but you can't make two kids waterproof for a few hours?"

"Even Boopkins can make people breathe underwater, sonny, and the disco spell took a lot of preparation and an external power source, plus it was technically a meme. To make you waterproof even temporarily I would have to bypass a fundamental flaw in the foundation of your code, and in case you hadn't noticed, I'm not a computer programmer!"

Coding looks like he's about to argue further, but SMG4 puts a hand on his shoulder and kneels down to look him in the eyes, "Hey, I know your worried about Lily and your Papa. So am I. But I'd really prefer you not get hurt if we can avoid it, and getting mad at Kamek won't change the fact that staying on the ship is the only way to avoid it right now."

He huffs in frustration, then relaxes and hugs his dad, "Just make sure you come back, alright? Don't die or get turned into a fish on me."

"It's a promise."

They pull back apart after a few moments, then Root grabs a still-upset Lil Coding's hand and starts leading him away, "come on, let's go see if Tari's up for playing Mario Kart or something."

Juliano pats 4's shoulder, "I'll keep an eye on them."

"Thanks."

As the ship lands in the water, Kamek looks over the group again, which now consists of SMG4, Mario, Meggy, the Bobowskis, Cubot (who's coming because he doesn't actually need to breathe at all), and Sig, "That's everyone then?"

There's scattered affirmations, and he nods, "Alright then, Cubot's running the Wonder Detector program Eggman made using the Seed we got from Bowser, so he'll be guiding you. This is the Zone we have the least information on, so stay together if you can and keep your wits about you."

After he casts the spell, Meggy looks over the side, "So, do you just throw us overboard, or what?"

A nearby Hammer Bro shakes his head, "Oh, we don't have to do that!" He gestures over to a raised gap in the railing where an Eggpawn pulls a lever that deploys what seems to be a retractable wooden diving board. "We've got a plank!"

"...Sweet." She runs over to it and calls out to 4, Mario and Bob, "Hey guys, rate my dive!"

As she uses the plank as a springboard to fucking leap ten feet in the air and do a bunch of twists and flips while the boys obediently prepare scorecards, Marcy's eye twitches, "Oh goddesses, I'm the Sane One on a Zero Braincell Squad Adventure."

Sig just shrugs, "Eh, can't be worse than a Tuesday back home."

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Soon enough, the whole group is in the water and swimming towards their destination, passing by all sorts of marine life, sunken ruins (some of which are very obviously transformed versions of familiar locations), and the occasional Ocean-related Meme along the way. After they go past versions of Spongebob and Patrick dancing to that one weird lousy cover of Under the Sea, Marcy notices a dark shape out the corner of her eye and turns with sword raised...but nothing's there.

"You alright sis?"

"..." she huffs and goes back to swimming, "Fine. It's just been too quiet around here."

"Yeah, weird that we haven't seen anyone converted yet. Things never go this smoothly for us."

"Hm."

In the back of the group, oblivious to this conversation, Mario dumbly stares at a school of small Cheep-cheeps, "Hey, I'm-a hungry." He swims up behind the fish, mouth open wide, and-

"Mario!" he looks away to see Meggy waving him forward, the group further ahead than before, "Come on, we can't get separated, remember? We'll get something to eat back on the ship."

"Mmm!" he pouts and crosses his arms, then rolls his eyes and swims after her, camera staying focused on the cheep-cheeps "Fine!"

...And then of course he quickly slides back over all sneaky-like and reaches out a hand, "Maybe just one for the road..."

Before he can get his fishy snack or Meggy can notice what he's doing, something long and thin shoots past behind him, and he spins around to see, "Wha?"

Another passes behind him, this time in the foreground, and skewers the fish he'd been trying to grab. He turns again, and now that it's stuck in the fish he can see that it's a silver harpoon-like spear. He grabs it and turns to face the others.

"Uh, guys!?"

The rest of the group looks at his find curiously, then more harpoons come and they quickly dodge. Meggy and the Bobowskis get ready to fight, 4 and Cubot start freaking out, and Sig...well, he looks slightly more focused than usual.

There's a few tense moments as they try to figure out where the attacks are coming from, then Meggy sees something heading towards them, "Over there!"

She fires at the approaching figure, who deflects it with their weapon and reveals themself to be Heavy Squid with green-tinged arms, some vaguely roman-looking armor hastily plastered onto his model, and harpoons sticking out the barrels of his Heavy Splatling, "Oh no..."

He's just the first of several similarly armored, aquatically redesigned characters to appear, and soon the group's being swarmed. They do their best, with Meggy and the twins displaying their usual skill, Mario being Mario, Sig alternating between throwing out spells and smacking people with his demon arm, and SMG4 and Cubot...flailing around pathetically (it's the thought that counts), but they're quickly overwhelmed and captured due to their superior numbers and adaptation to the terrain.

"Hey! What's-a going on here!?"

Heavy Squid calls back over his shoulder, "Admiral! Intruders captured!"

A familiar voice answers, causing the group (besides Sig and Cubot) to gasp in shock, but none louder than 4, "Good work, Captain Heavy. I'll be sure to inform her Majesty of your squad's stellar performance."

The Admiral swims up to meet them...and it's just as they feared.

"SMG3!?"

He points his trident at 4's face, "Quiet, surface dweller! I don't know how you know my name, but as the Admiral of the Undersea Kingdom Royal Guard I am not to be addressed so casually, especially by a mere prisoner. Especially a pathetic scrub like you seem to be."

4 just nervously nods his head and keeps quiet, because how the hell is he supposed to RESPOND to this situation!?

"Now, come. Our queen has ordered us to bring you before her."

And with that, Admiral 3 and his men swim off, roughly dragging the group with along with them.

Cubot chuckles nervously, "Well, at least we're still going the right way..."

Everyone else just groans.

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After a few minutes, they come to a city inhabited by more converted characters. They group can't help but notice that certain parts of it look eerily similar to the abandoned fair equipment in the Showgrounds, which honestly makes sense considering what little they do know about this Zone. Between that and the apparent memory issues of the Undersea Kingdom's inhabitants, 4 has a terrible sinking feeling that's getting worse the closer they get to 3's "queen."

Eventually they get to the castle, which looks almost but not quite recognizable thanks to how much larger it's become and the new Roman-and-Zora-Inspired Open-Air (or water) design, though amusingly the hat-shaped roof is still intact. They're led to what's supposed to be 4's room and is now an open-air throne room with his desk chair converted into an empty throne too large for any human, let alone the child they're expecting by now, and the group is forced to kneel in the center of the room by their captors (apart from Cubot since he doesn't have any legs, so he's just forced to stop floating) while 3 takes a position to the right of the throne.

"The queen will decide your fate when she arrives, surface dwellers. Pray to whatever gods you have that she is merciful."

A few moments later, a green goomba with a fancy hat enters the room and blows into a conch shell, which ends up sounding like a trumpet, "Presenting her royal Majesty, Sovreign Ruler of the Undersea Kingdom, Queen Sonata!"

A massive, but still rather young-looking, green-and-blue mermaid swims in from behind her throne and sits down.

Mario leans over to 4 and whispers, "Well, we wanted to know if she was okay. Can't get much better than 'Literally Royalty'."

4's too shocked by everything that's happening to even glare in response.

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For the Doctor AU

5 times Gil tried to tell her he wants more and one time he finally get to tell her👀

This time, he thinks.

He slept over last night--not like that, though. They have yet to do anything intimate outside of the hospital. But he likes sleeping over at Thena's whether they make love or not. Because he likes being with her.

That's what he's been trying to tell her, at least, but they always end up not talking about that. They talk about work, and their days, and whatever they're watching while they eat takeout. And maybe they end up making out a little bit.

He has yet to manage to ask her out in any proper way.

Part of him is a little worried she doesn't want that--just wants to be friends. But he also knows Thena, and he knows she feels what he does (or at least something akin to it). Because he can see it in her eyes when they're drifting off on her couch, or when they kiss, or when he calls her his 'wife' when they're at work.

"Coffee?"

"Fuck yes," Gil answers instantly, and they both laugh as she offers him his mug. It's not just a mug, it's his mug. He has a couple of things that are his here at her place.

Thena sighs into her own cup of coffee pod 'vanilla latte'. As if they're not going to get some from the coffee kiosk at the hospital as soon as they get to work, anyway.

Gil watches her hold her hair back as she tips the mug back to chug it in her haste. She's so impatient it's a wonder she ever became a doctor. She's also cute.

Thena blinks as he pushes her hair behind her ear for her. Her mug is empty now, although she looks into the bottom of it to keep herself from looking at him.

Gil moves his fingers down her jaw so he can tip her chin up, slowly and gently. He leans down, kissing her, morning coffee breath and all. She leans into it, happily kissing him back on the tips of her toes.

She deepens the kiss, looping her arms around his neck and leaning into him more. He receives her, his arms around her lithe waist. Their tongues swipe against each other and their different mixes of coffee blend together.

"Fuck!"

Thena sinks back to her heels as she rips her beeper off her hip with a fury. She huffs, "I'm already on my way, they can't wait fifteen minutes?"

"What is it?" he asks, although his disappointment is also evident in his face and tone.

"Nothing too bad, but the trauma surgeon from upstairs is stuck in a procedure and the children are panicking." She looked up at him with an apologetic smile, tossing her mug in the sink and reaching for her backpack, "sorry, Ajak needs me."

He shakes his head with a smile, leaving half of his coffee in his mug on the counter and following her out the door, "duty calls."

Okay, maybe this time.

"Hey, Thena-"

"A bit busy, here, chap."

Gil blinks at the acerbic reception. Eros has never liked him, although he's not sure if it's a surgeon thing, or if he's just a little stuck up or what. "Sorry."

"Gil," Thena nods him in though, over to her side as she looks at the x-rays they have spread out.

Eros glares at him the whole time.

"Patient is late 50s, has thin blood, we've got what might be the beginning of a heart murmur on scans," she runs through the details, pointing to the chest x-rays as needed.

"And if I open him up within the week," Eros interjects eagerly, clicking the pen from his white coat pocket. "I can have that taken care of."

Gil makes a face.

"Exactly," Thena pats the back of her hand against where his shoulder meets his chest (right over his heart).

Eros raises a brow, but he doesn't have any of his unpleasant attitude for Thena, it seems.

"I mean," Gil shrugs, but Thena encourages him to go on, despite the surgeon in the room mentally willing him to shut his damn mouth. He slips his hands in his hoodie pockets, "do we really wanna open up someone at this age just for a murmur?"

Thena turns to Eros with her arms crossed, obviously vindicated, "see?"

Eros manages a smile for the lady (which is more than he managed for Gil, that's for sure). "A pacemaker is not a guarantee, my dear. It is a temporary solution that could be solved with a heart stint."

"I don't know, man," Gil continues to argue, not that anyone asked him. Eros makes it very clear that no one asked for him to go on, but Thena leans closer to him, and that's all he needs for support. "The recovery from even a simple surgery is tough."

"And poking around an old man's aorta is needlessly risky," Thena ads, moving her crossed arms to put her hands on her hips. "We can insert a pacemaker endoscopically and have him home in 48 hours."

Eros sighs, but maybe he's not up for being teamed on because he gives up on his argument. He gives Thena a little smile, "most people who call me for a consult want my opinion."

Thena doesn't even glance at it, still focused on the case at hand. "I wanted a second opinion, and it happened to be yours."

"You really know how to shatter an ego, don't you?" Gil looks at Eros, wondering if he's imagining the flirtatious tone he's using. Is he?

"Egos don't fall under the umbrella of emergency medicine," she sasses right back at him as she collects up the chest x-rays and scans. She knows what she needs to, "therefore: not my problem."

Eros practically swoons in her direction, "careful, Thena. You'll break some hearts with that attitude."

"Well then I'll send them your way," she mutters, and it's really making small talk so she can leave and get back to her patient.

But Gil can see how one might mistake it for returning a playful jab. He looks at Eros, who now has heart eyes for all the world to see. Gil wonders if it's been like this the whole time--if he's always been this way with her.

Has Eros not liked him this whole time because he has a thing for Thena?

"Thanks for your time," Thena mutters, now eager to return to her patient with both good news and having been proven right (two of her favourite things as a doctor).

"Adieu, my lovely," Eros practically sighs.

Okay, buddy, take it down a notch. Gil tries not to give him a funny look as he opens the door for Thena and follows her out.

This time was promising.

That is, until Ajak swept Thena's arm into hers and all but dragged her into the closest bar to the hospital. Thena had managed to grab the corner of his hoodie and pull him along.

Now he's the official drink watcher, four different cocktails gathered under him like ducklings hiding from a hawk. It's not so bad, he supposes. He is sitting down after a long day, and one of these drinks is Thena's.

She's not nearly as into it as the other Emerge staff who followed them, but for Ajak's sake, she's here, and she's doing her best to have a good time. She's had half of a single vodka cran, while Ajak is somehow on her sixth tequila shot and hasn't even blinked.

"Nurses are a different breed."

Gil smiles as she sits down right next to him, watching as Ajak finds new victims to dance with her. Indeed, the other night nurses swarm around her, all of them dancing out the strife of their unreasonable working hours.

Thena reaches under him for the rest of her drink. "Sorry."

He looks at her, surprised as she sheepishly takes a sip from the dinky little cocktail straw in her glass.

"I've blown off Ajak ten times for every one, now, but-" she sighs, giving him her cutest pout and with those big, beautiful eyes of hers (unfair). "I didn't want to come without you."

"Hey, I'm not allergic to a drink after work," he chuckles, and sees the relief on her face straight away (she's more of a lightweight than she thinks she is). He motions around his brood of drinks, "besides, I'm here on important business."

She laughs, and he loves that sound. "Yes, you are taking up a very important vigil for us."

Gil shrugs, looking down at the drinks getting more watery by the second in the warmth of the bar. None of them are his; he opted to be the designated driver in case everyone - including his work wife - wanted to get drunk. "I don't mind."

Thena leans closer to him in her seat; he does the same. "I knew you wouldn't. I guess the girls felt the same."

Gil grins at her, "should I take that as a compliment, or that they don't see me as an eligible bachelor?"

Jokes aside, Thena looks at him, "are you?"

Gil looks at her too, gulping down the bait eagerly, "am I?"

Thena shifts in her seat, looking down at her pathetic single shot drink again. She tugs at the 3/4 sleeves of her white sweater. "W-Well-"

"Gil!"

He only looks at Ajak for a second, but he can see that look in her eye. He shakes his head, "no!"

"Gil," she sing-songs to him again, swaying her way over to him.

"No, no, no," he shakes his head more fervently, leaning closer to Thena for protection, "I'm the drink watcher."

"Thena's here now," Ajak waves off as she reaches to drag him up by the hoodie. She sinks her claws into him before looking at Thena, "you don't mind if we steal him, do you?"

He looks at her, pleading for help.

Thena laughs, "all yours."

He pouts at her as Ajak drags him to the circle of other night nurses shouting their glee, "betrayed by my own wife!"

Okay, this isn't a great time, he'll admit that.

Thena is in the field with him and Kingo. They got a call for a car accident with more injured than just he and Kingo could handle. Kingo is driving while she's in the back of the bus with him.

"That's quite a few," Thena mutters as she looks over the details sent by the dispatchers. It's at least two cars worth. "Why are there so many?"

"It was a kid in his 20s who called it in," Gil adds, leaning over her shoulder, "maybe there's more than five of them per car."

Thena huffs, snapping on some gloves with a particular fury, "kids."

As soon as the doors are open, they hear the screech of brakes and the crunch of metal against metal.

Gil looks down at her. She's wincing. "Thena?"

She shakes her head; she's shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Her leg is bothering her.

"Hey," Gil whispers, bending slightly to look at her. He moves in front of her, blocking off the sight of the crash (that just seems to be getting worse and worse). "Hey, it's me."

She looks at him then, and he can see that she's trying to keep a grip on herself.

He still thinks about that night--finding her pinned under that car. He still wonders if it would have happened at all if he had been by her side.

"Thena," he calls to her, pulling her eyes until they can lock onto his. He leans close to her, "just focus on me."

She nods faintly, her rapid breathing just starting to slow.

"That's it," he whispers, doing what he can to offer her shelter in the middle of the chaos that's already around them. "Just breathe."

She does so. If anything it sounds like it's hard for her to do, at the moment.

"I'm right here, baby," he whispers, letting his lips brush over her forehead. If he could sweep her into his arms and cuddle and kiss her better, he would. But this isn't the place, and it certainly isn't the time. "Just focus on me."

Thena gives her head one more shake, her ponytail flailing behind her. She sniffs back the beginning of tears and nods.

"Yeah?" he asks, giving her a long look to determine if she can do this or if she needs to tap out and call for someone else.

"Yeah," she nods. She's not her usual self, but even on an off day, she's more than strong enough to handle this. She snaps her gloves again and looks towards the wreckage--now complete with a third car in the pileup, "yeah."

"Okay," Gil whispers, following her lead as she runs to assist Kingo.

This time is at least better than last time.

The day hasn't been too bad. Thena's part way through a 24 hour shift while he's at the tail end of an 18-er. They're stealing what little rest they can in an on-call room.

And he does mean rest. Thena was already asleep when he found her and he crawled into bed with her less than two hours ago. He dozed off for a little bit and now he's just watching her.

She is so beautiful.

She doesn't wear makeup, because why would she in this line of work? Maybe she has mascara or something, but he's pretty sure that's just how lovely she is, all on her own. Her skin is flushed from sleep, and the hair curtained around her cheeks is mussed from tossing and turning.

How he loves her.

Thena turns over from being the little spoon. She always turns over so violently in her sleep--she doesn't just roll over, she turns and jerks and kicks. It's cute, though.

Gil rubs her back as she snuggles into him. This is an old song and dance for them, now. He sighs as he smells vanilla. She's using a new shampoo. She's been really into vanilla as of late.

"Gil," she sighs, but that doesn't mean she's awake.

He kisses her forehead, "honey?"

"Gil," she purrs again, stretching against him like a cat and pushing her nose into his shoulder. She giggles a little.

God, she'll be the death of him. He tickles her cheek with the back of his finger, "you awake, sweetie?"

"Hm," she groans, and that's Thena awake. She would never willingly be so adorable when she's conscious enough to feel embarrassed. "How long?"

He looks at his watch, "three-ish?--maybe four?"

"Not bad," she grumbles, going limp again after her stretching. She yawns against his shirt, and the heat of her breath makes the rest of him shiver. Her hand grasps at his hoodie, pulling it more over her. "You?"

"Maybe an hour or two," he whispers, pulling her closer and letting her steal all of his warmth that she wants.

She sighs, finally looking up at him. She blinks slowly, because everything about her is lazy and reluctant when she first wakes up in the morning.

She kisses him first this time. But he's all too happy to kiss her back, lips meeting lips in the silent on-call room. He can still hear the bustle of the of the hospital outside, but in here, it's just him and Thena.

Thena whimpers as he kisses her a little more firmly. "There's no time."

"I know," he whispers back. It doesn't stop him.

She doesn't stop either, letting her tongue slide against his, morning breath aside. Her hand tangles into his and she arches her back slightly, knocking her dainty little shoulder against his meaty one.

"Thena," he whispers, and it comes out a little rough. His watch beeps and she rolls her eyes. "I told you there was no time."

"Fine, go," she flops onto the on-call bed again as if he's dropped her from six feet up.

He chuckles, kissing the corner of her lips, "sorry, sweetheart. Next time."

"Hm," she crosses her arms at him as he climbs over her to get out of bed. She rolls over into his spot, "leave the hoodie."

"And where is yours?" he asks, even as he's pulling off his work hoodie to leave it for her.

"At home," she answers shamelessly, even reaching out for the garment with grabby fingers.

Gil does her one better, laying it over her preciously and leaning down to kiss her cheek, "fine, but I only get so many of these, y'know."

"Hm," she doesn't reply, inhaling as she pulls the hood up to her chin, "go, you're needed."

He chuckles on his way out the door, "I'm gonna get jealous of that thing."

"Don't," she at least looks at him before he leaves, "it's not as warm as you."

Maybe he should just give up.

He's not some pining schoolboy, desperate to hold her hand in the hallway. He likes what they have, and he liked it even before the sex. She will always be enough for him.

He catches the increasingly familiar scent of vanilla as she sits down with her coffee. He looks at her, a pen behind her ear and vanilla latte in her hand and crumbs of power bar on her lip.

She doesn't even blink as he wipes her crumbs away for her, "thanks."

"You're off in 10, right?" he guesses, still taking her in carefully as she flips through charts.

"Mmhm," she confirms as she scribbles a truly horrendous signature on paper after paper. "You?"

"Same," he confirms. He tilts his head to look at her better, "vanilla again?"

"Hm," she brings the cup up to her lips. She's barely listening.

"You really like it suddenly, huh?"

"Well, you said-"

He looks at her more closely, and now she's aware of what she's said. She's aware of her mistake. He leans closer, and she looks away from him more. "I said what?"

"Nothing," she mumbles, trying to bury herself between the pages of charts.

"Nu-uh," he chuckles, even pulling the completed charts away from her. He tilts his head further down, catching her trying to avoid his eyes. "What did I say?"

She fidgets a little now that her hands are bereft of distraction. "You just...mentioned that you like it, is all."

He doesn't even remember it, he must have said it so casually, just in passing. He grins, "the vanilla lattes, the shampoo--the candle at your place?"

She huffs, obviously embarrassed, "and? I happen to like it too!"

Gil's smile continues to grow, which he knows isn't helping her feel less embarrassed. But he adores her--he loves this woman so much. He leans in, kissing her cheek, "aw, honey."

Thena squirms, pushing his face away from hers as colour rises in her cheeks, "ugh, it's not a big deal."

Gil lets her press her fingers to his lips, because even that's still a kiss. His heart is skipping around happily in his chest and he realises now is the time. "Hey."

She peeks at him anxiously, still blushing faintly, "hm?"

"I'm off," he begins and she nods at the obvious being pointed out. He gestures, "you're off."

She nods, still not getting it.

"You wanna...?"

She tilts her head at him, "get...food? My place or yours?"

He leans closer, and he catches that look she gets sometimes when he leans in close but doesn't do anything more. She looks flustered. "I was thinking...out."

"Out?"

"Out."

"Like," she blinks and looks away from him again, not that there's anywhere to go with them just sitting on a gurney parked by the elevators. "Go...out?"

He can lead his Thena to water, but he can't make her say it. He pulls her hand into his, clasping their fingers together, "like a date. What do you say?"

He asks it gently, and if she says no, he'll let it go completely. He'll never bring it up again. He might need a few days to lie around his apartment and listen to breakup ballads, but he'll never bring it up again.

Thena looks down at their hands, that lovely rouge coming back to her cheeks. She nods, and if he weren't watching her so closely, he might miss it. She swallows, "okay."

"Yeah?" he asks, and the Goddess of War refuses to meet his eye as she nods again, more clearly this time. "Dinner?"

She nods again, letting go of his hand and standing off the gurney. "I, uh, I'll need to-"

He just stares with a dumb grin as her hands flutter around her. He's pretty sure she means she has to get ready, although he'd be happy to go to a five star restaurant with her in scrubs. "Sure--I'll pick you up at home?"

She nods, holding her charts desperately as she makes it partway down the hall. "Right."

"Half an hour?" he suggests, enamoured with the sight of her nearly tripping as she finally turns away from him.

"An hour!"

She doesn't need all that time, but he supposes he can go home and shower and shave, throw on some cologne. Maybe he can pick up some flowers for her on his way. She likes roses.

Sixth time's the charm.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #I love these idiots so much #idiots in love #work spouses at their finest #Gil is out here wondering if Thena has feelings for him #meanwhile Thena overheard Gil mention to Kingo that he likes the smell of vanilla #and goes and buys a candle and shampoo and replaces all her coffee pods at home with vanilla flavours #she doesn't have it bad you have it bad!#Ajak asks her if she's trying something new and she just avoids the whole ass question #poor Ajak has witnessed everything of course #and she knows #she doesn't have evidence but she knows #people who have been intimate aren't good at pretending they haven't been #not that these two weren't making ooey-gooey heart eyes at each other before anyway #also I have been wanting to bring in Eros more #I think it's hilarious that they are his villain origin story #and they have no idea #like he has been in love with Thena and she wouldn't be able to remember his last name for all the money in the world #he's out here seeing Gil as a rival and Gil is just like oh yeah Eros he doesn't like me but I don't know why #the man is madly in love with your wife sir

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theageofsims · 6 months

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The Age of Sims 2.7 - Part 3 - "A Day at the Museum (Part 2)" (Language Warning)

Of course not everything could be a bright, clear, warm sunny day -- even in Oasis Springs, because these days life for them had started to throw them curve balls they weren't always able to dodge.

She didn't want to turn around, but there was no way around the eyes that were staring her down and so she did… but said nothing.

Eric spoke to her like he always had. So many days spent around each other in their youth made him feel he had every right to approach her whenever he felt like it and however he felt like it.

"Got time for the museum these days, huh?" He asked her in a tone that let her know he still hadn't forgotten about the one time he asked her and the one time she turned him down. "What's up with that?"

"I don't know Eric, but a lot has changed since ten years ago."

William's ears were wide open to their conversation and the new knowledge he now had made the wheels in his head begin to turn.

He had met Eric from the first day he had stepped foot on the unknown sacred land everybody seemed to not want him walking on -- except for one person, and there she stood becoming angrier than he had ever seen her since knowing her.

"You couldn't just say yes? After all we've been through -- after all that we were to one another."

At this point Gloria was far too caught up in a rage to pay much attention to William who was now looking at her more intently than he ever had.

"Seriously, Eric -- if our mothers hadn't thrown us in the playpen together we probably wouldn't have grown up together which means we wouldn't have even tried to be more than friends."

"Maybe they saw in us what you never could."

"Hardly--"

"I'm serious -- I'm a big deal around here -- always was."

"Good for you." She shrugged, "Makes no difference to me. I wasn't ever looking for a big deal."

"You're fucked up, Gloria. You fucked up and you're still fucking up--"

Something inside William snapped and he found himself looking away from her while putting himself in front of her, and staring at the man who was hellbent over something he most likely should have let go of long ago.

"Why don't you get outta the way." Eric said, as he reached his arm out to pat at William's arm, "This isn't your business besides isn't there some, I don't know, fucking plant or leaf you've got to tend to anyway?"

"Don't talk to him like that--" Gloria began.

"It's fine." William said, stopping her from going on. "What do you want?"

"I know you're not asking me a stupid ass question like that. YOu know damn well what I want -- I've been wating it for a long time now. You, fucking outta my face and out of my town is number one on my list--"

"You don't own the town, Eric." Gloria loudly sighed, "Between you and Claire I swear…" She fell into a grumble. "This isn't the place for this."

"Tell that to your man here staring me down like he's trying to win some sort of staring competition. Probably the only thing he's good at, am I right?" He snickered, glancing between the both of them. "He's gotta be good for something, am I right?"

Gloria started to speak when William turned around and motioned for her to stand back.

"William--"

"Gloria… I can handle it."

"But William--"

"I said -- I can handle it."

She opened her mouth only to close it, but then to open it right back up again after Eric's remarks grew far more worse and incredibly personal.

"He's not worth it, William." She finally said as a way to finish the situation at hand. "He's been like this his whole life--"

"You--"

"Yeah, Eric -- I know. I've known you my whole life and you've been the same exact person since the first day I heard you speak."

"There ain't nothing wrong with the way I speak because I speak the truth and nothing, but the truth. You're wrong for being with this man then, now, and forever. You're always gonna be wrong."

Gloria turned around and faced William who was far more interested in staring Eric down.

"Hey…" She said easily, trying to break his concentration. "Forget about him."

And just like that, Eric walked off. Disappearing so quickly it was like he hadn't even been there… but he had been because his words had left a darkened cloud hanging right over their heads.

And a wave of anger William didn't know what to do with.

"He's gone--"

"I don't care that he's gone! He had no right to approach you and then the shit he said, what the hell is that about -- and --"

"William -- he's gone." She said once more, hoping he would calm down, but he hadn't. Instead he just walked away from her and entered the museum leaving her behind to wonder what to say or do next.

#the age of sims #sims 4 story

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obsidiancreates · 2 years

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Not As Bad As It Could Be (Gradually Getting Worse) Part 2

"No, no, we do not let Donnie in on this."

"Why not?! He deserves to get some closure, Leo!"

"Closure and revenge aren't the same thing! Besides, he's-he's Donnie! He won't want revenge the way you do, anyway!"

"Um, I dunno Leo. He and Raph get pretty close in butt-kicking when I mess with their stuff."

"See? Mikey gets it."

"And that's meant to convince me why?"

"Hey!"

"Look, I- hmm. I'm just saying, he's still... recovering. I think it's worse than he's letting on, I keep hearing him whimper in his sleep. I'm worried about... what we might find. And what it'd do to him."

"... Fine. I get that. But it's gonna be a while before we find out where all these missing mutants are going anyway, so if he's better by then, I say we tell him. If Slash is right, this is putting all mutants in danger, including us."

"Alright. Alright, we'll wait to see if he starts to get better. Now, um, speaking of... has anyone seen him eat today?"

"Don't sweat it bros, I ordered him an awesome keratin bomb pizza! He'll totally eat it up."

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"I'm not hungry." Donnie pushes the plate away. Mikey pouts, and Raph growls in annoyance.

"You say that every time these days, yet once you start you always scarf it down! Just skip the charade and eat it!"

"My stomach hurts again!" Donnie hugs his torso. "I-I think it must be a stress response, or maybe they- th-they ruined something in my stomach lining when they..."

Raph sets down his comic book. "Hey, your stomach itself wasn't cut open, remember? They didn't make it that far. It's probably not physical."

"Yeah, probably," Donnie mumbles, still hugging himself tightly. He eyes the pizza. "Fine, but if I throw up I'm doing it right here, on the couch."

"We'll make Leo clean it up, bro," Mikey says in a sweet tone, patting Donnie's hand.

"Make me clean up what?" Leo looks over from Space Heroes, finally tuning in to the conversation.

"Nothin', dude. Go ahead, Donnie, I'll get you a bucket or something if you need it."

Donnie takes a bite, and then another, and soon half the pizza is gone.

"Told you so," Raph says from the beanbag.

"Hey man, he was just hurtin'. Don't shame him for it." Mikey pats Donnie's hand that still rests on his plastron. "Does your stomach feel better?"

Donnie swallows his bite. "Eh... I guess? I don't know, it- it just aches all the time, and sometimes there's these sharp pains. I used a metal detector to see if anything was... left in me, but nada."

"It'll get better with time," Leo says, bringing Donnie a glass of water. "And since we're still grounded, we've got plenty of it."

"It's not grounded, it's just... biding our time." 'Grounded' makes Donnie feel... guilty, about it. Which is nonsense. He didn't ask to be opened up.

Except his whole existence asks for it. Wouldn't he want to do the same, if he was on the other end of the scalpel? Figure out how a freak like him works?

No, no, he's dabbled in unethical science once or twice, but never that badly. Vivisection is just... cruel. Cruel and cold. And after his experience, he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. No matter how much his worst enemy might wish it on him. No matter how vile, heartless, evil. DESERVING OF IT-

"You're spacing out again dude." Mikey's elbow jabs his side, and Donnie lets out a sharp yelp. He hugs himself tighter, putting his hand over the spot and glaring at Mikey. Mikey laughs sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hey guys."

"April!" Donnie perks up right away.

"How're you feeling, Donnie?" She sits next to him.

"Eh, about the same as the last week and a half."

"How's it looking?" He moves his arm just for April, and she winces before remembering to pretend it's not that bad. "Um, coming along great! It's finally starting to fill back in!"

"And it looks nasty." Mikey leans over to look, wrinkling his not-nose. "Why's it look like I can peel it?"

"How should I know? None of us have ever had this wide of a crack heal back over before."

"But you're the medic science guy."

"I'm also the hurt guy."

"Speaking of, I got some stronger painkillers if you need them." April pulls the bottle out. "Don't ask where I got them... let's just say Casey's been keeping a lookout during his fights."

"Wait, you brought stolen painkillers into the lair?!"

"Sorry, Leo, I just thought Donnie could use them!"

"Thanks, April. I- gah-" Donnie closes his eyes as another sharp pain shoots through him, gritting his teeth as he waits for it to be over. When it is he sighs, and holds out his hand for the bottle. "I'm getting tired of waking up in the middle of the night like that."

"Is it infected?" April digs in her bag. "I might have some hydrogen peroxide."

"I have plenty, don't worry. And no, it just- guh- hurts. It's possible it'll scar pretty badly, which could mean I'll have to completely adjust my entire way of moving and fighting."

"Aw, I'm sure it won't be that bad. And if it is, I'll help you come up with some new moves."

Donnie smiles thankfully at her. He's managed to regulate his feeling for her to "just enjoying having her around without wanting more" for the most part, and it's honestly a lot nicer than the former obsession.

Sometimes he thinks back on the ways he acted, and it both gives him chills and makes him burn with shame. The following her, the obsessing over her and Casey being alone together... he's glad she looked past it to remain his friend. Even if it is also concerning that she didn't cut him off.

Her being friends with a freak like him in the first place is concerning. Even though she has Kraang DNA she's more human than he'll ever be. What's wrong with her? Something must be. Something must be wrong in her brain. Maybe he can find it an fix it. She'll leave them all, though. But what keeps her here?

"Donnie?" Her hand gently taps against his cheek. "Hey, stop that. I don't know exactly what you're thinking, but I don't like what I'm feeling from you."

Donnie sighs. "Can't hide anything from you," he says with a weak smile. He takes some of the new painkillers. "Ugh, I hate looking at the crack. Mikey is right, it's growing back in layers and- oh, I might be sick. Terrible textures..."

"Here, I thought of this." April digs into her bag and pulls out a very large hoodie. "Ta-da! This should fit over your shell."

Donnie takes it, eyes widening as he rubs his hand over the fabric. Slowly, carefully, April helps him get it on.

She hands him a mirror when it's done. "There. Hey look, you're actually wearing real clothes for once," she says with a giggle.

Donnie stares into the mirror, mouth a little agape. The hood falls over his eyes a bit, hiding most of his face. It's truly huge, baggy enough that it's hard to tell there's a bulge from his shell at the back. The sleeves are too long, hanging well past his hands.

April's smile fades a little. "Sorry, um, it was the best I could fi-"

"I love it." Donnie pulls the hood forward a little more, further obscuring his face. He pulls his legs up, tucking them into it. Almost none of him is even visible, and he truly loves it. "I-I might never take it off."

April tries to smile again, but Donnie can tell it's strained. She must feel something from him, but what? He's just happy. He can barely see his stupid body, and he's delighted by it. Not even the near-blinding, dizzying pain in his torso can ruin it.

"Donnie!" April has her hands on him, and oh, he's tipping forward. "You almost passed out, I-I felt that! That didn't feel normal!"

"It's just, hhh, just healing." Donnie finds himself panting, struggling to talk through the continuing flare-up. He thinks about her words, and starts to laugh. It hurts, it hurts badly, but he can't stop.

"Donnie, you're scaring me."

"Probably just, gah, the p-painkillers kicking in," he assures through laughter and grunts of pain. "But I- ha! You-you said normal!"

"And?"

"Does any- hhhnn- anything about thi-this situation say normal t- ah- to you?"

"You know what I meant."

"I don't," he giggles, head feeling fuzzy. It's not that different from when Vizioso sedated him, actually, and the memory send another stab of pain through him. He doubles over again. "I don't h-have a clue what normal is!"

"Master Splinter! Donnie's having a bad reaction to some painkillers!"

"This is-is what happens when a freak tries some normal medicine!" Donnie laughs deliriously again, he feels all floaty.

"April, what has happened?!"

"I don't know! Casey and I checked to make sure the painkillers weren't laced with anything, but now he's just laughing and talking about being a freak-"

FREAK!

Donnie puts his hands over his ears. "I don't want to hear it!"

"My son, look at me."

Donnie can't open his eyes.

"Donatello!"

Why do his stupid guts hurt so bad?!

"April, get Raphael, I need his help carrying Donatello to his room."

And once again, suddenly Donnie is being lifted and carried. He hugs his midsection tightly again. "The freak can't even process painkiller right," he spits, then laughs. "Look at me, I have the biggest brain of the mutant sewer people! So special!"

"Aw, shut it, Donnie," comes Raph's far-away mumbling. "That's the drugs talking."

"Suuuuure." Donnie pulls the hood around his face. "Sure it is."

"Where's all of this coming from?"

Freaks

Ugly

Mutants

Monsters

"It hurts."

"... I know, bro. Here." He's laid down on a sort of soft, old, sewer-water-stained mattress, too familiar of a comfort to be a comfort. "Rest up, okay?"

Donnie starts to drift off, and the last thing he hears is Leo outside of the door speaking to Raph, voice low and very I-told-you-so.

"What was that earlier about him getting better soon?"

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt donnie #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfiction #angst

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supernatural s8e3 heartache (w. brad buckner, eugenie ross-leming)

another jackles directed episode. hold on to your butts.

oh boy they're in minneapolis, i lived there for 8 years? 7? *trying to calculate the year based on my oldest being 3.5 when we moved....* ok yes, 7. anyway. lake! no wait, river. wait, that's actually the minneapolis skyline. i worked downtown for a while. did you know the mississippi river goes through minneapolis? (i did not before i moved there)

cool thing about minneapolis?? skyways! enclosed walkways between buildings downtown so you don't have to go outside because it's fucking cold in the winter: The Minneapolis Skyway System is the largest contiguous system of enclosed, second-level bridges in the world—composed of 9.5 miles of pathways connecting 80 city blocks. all right. weird. getting nostalgic. MOVING ON

oh babes with the orange faces, again. i am so sorry.

SAM [slowly] Farmers' market. [He holds up the apple.] Organic. What? I had a year off. I took the time to enjoy the good things. DEAN While avoiding doing what we actually do. SAM Wow, Dean, does it make you feel that much better every time you say it? DEAN All right, man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay, we're back, which means that we walk and kill monsters at the same time. We'll find Kevin. But in the meantime, do we ignore stuff like this? Or are innocent people supposed to die so that you can shop for produce?

i so do not like this conflict. putting all this weird shit on sam, taking the year off from hunting and settling down because he thought dean was dead, that's fine! whatever! maybe that's in character maybe not, i dunno! but having him totally fail kevin.. maybe you could argue without dean he stops caring about anyone? but i don't think it's that deep :p (also the whole girlfriend dog situation)

so i think they wrote sam into a shitty situation. i think dean is being extra asshole-ish about it. i'm mad at everyone in this scenario

DEAN All right, case is coming together. Things are coming together, man. You and me. It is all good. [SAM doesn’t respond.] Hey. SAM What? DEAN What are you thinking about, organic tomatoes? SAM Uh, I'm not thinking about anything. DEAN I don't know about you, but this last year has given me a new perspective. SAM I hear you. Believe me. DEAN I know where I'm at my best, and that is right here, driving down crazy street next to you.

oh, dean. why'd they set you up like this. (lol also it sounds like he smacks sam's leg when he says right here *pat*)

SAM Makes sense. DEAN Yes, it does. SAM Or... maybe you don't need me. I mean, maybe you're at your best hacking and slicing your way through all the world's crap alone, not having to explain yourself to anybody. DEAN Yeah, that makes sense, seeing as I have so many other brothers I can talk to about this stuff. SAM Look, I'm not saying I'm bailing on you. I'm just saying make room for the possibility that we want different things. I mean, I want my time to count for something. DEAN So, what we do doesn't count?

what year is this, i feel like we've been down this road enough. i can come up with good justifications but i don't think again the show is doing the work to support that.

DEAN Well, this is gonna singe your axons.

what?

pretty!

SAM So, everybody knows about Brick's football career, obviously, but no one knows much about his personal life. Was he ever married? MRS HOLMES Just to the game. He gave it everything he had. It's a difficult life.

LOLLL she made him do the sad thinky thoughts how this parallels my life and i can never get married either if i stay married to the job ;( ;( i am so over this plotline lol

looks like we're back to the old desktop again (s8e1 for comparison)

DEAN Uh, oh, got another e-mail here, too. This one is for you. From a university. Answering questions about admissions. SAM Just something I'm looking into. An option. DEAN You're seriously talking about hanging it up? SAM I'm not talking about anything, Dean. I'm just looking at options.

my heart hurt with that one. having no privacy, including email, really sucks. i was in an abusive situation for years where my partner could read my email. that said, sam knows it's shared, he knows dean could very well see it. and well. hurts dean sam wants to leave again. so now i'm hurt by proxy while also being mad at the contrivances of the plot. bah.

DEAN Maybe she moved into Brick's room after he died. Or... DEAN looks at the bed. SAM Oh. Thanks, Dean. Now that image is permanently etched into my retinas.

did the supernatural fraternal incest subtext-bordering-on-text show just make a joke about incest

oh no. get someone better at photoshop, please, it's dick all over again 😭 (looks like we're back to the new desktop)

that's some kind of situation he got himself in

did dean need to almost get his heart ripped out for sammy to learn some lesson about his brother needing him? (nope) *insert imaginary future arguments of "well why don't you just go hunt with benny"*

SAM Dean, listen, when this is over – when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet – I'm done. I mean that. DEAN No, you don't. SAM Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that. DEAN I think that's just how you feel right now.

continue to hate this lalala

um. okayyyyy

s3e10 dream a little dream of me (dean's dream of lisa)

and he's tearing up over the memory. all right. crisis of faith at the altar of dean.

HAH actually it's like that awful nonsense lisa braeden said, about how the past year was the best of her life - meanwhile dean said he was falling apart and miserable (she deserved better writing) -- except in this case, dean died (presumably) and sam moved on and it ~WAS (apparently) THE BEST YEAR OF HIS LIFE~ (he also deserves better writing)

good luck getting down here to my deep thoughts when you gotta wade past a glowing review of minneapolis minnesota first

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 8x03 #spn 3x10 #brad buckner #eugenie ross leming #spn desktop background update #winchesters love picnic dates apparently #lisa braeden #amelia richardson #minneapolis #skyway #spnwhinge #very much veered into whinge territory #spn and no privacy

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Jackson knew that he wasn’t supposed to be seen or heard, or people would get angry, he knew that. Which was why he was under the table, tucked way back in the corner. He was hugging his knees to be smaller.

He’d just been following him behind the curtains, because his mom had to be all shiny and fancy and he wasn’t allowed to be around, and he’d just gone to see if there were any bruised apples he could beg for very politely (the kitchen master taught him how to say it properly), and then there had been very big men in the corridor. And he hadn’t meant to be seen so he hid, and one of the men had a sword that was almost as big as his mom probably, and the other had big huge wings that looked soft and moved interestingly. He wanted to see more. So he followed, and then the door shut, and now he was in big big trouble he knew. (If only his mom was here. She was so good at making people not angry. She could make almost anyone be happy again.)

The big men were talking about something, and putting things on the table. Swords. They had so many swords and knives. Maybe they were going to stab him with a knife when they saw him? He really wished his mom was here.

They were still talking, and the man with wings was standing, which meant his wing was right there. Right in front of him. The feathers were shiny when he was this close. And they looked soft. Jackson reached out and patted one of the feathers.

It was as soft as it looked, and also the whole wing jumped under his hand and the man said “fuck, what’s that”, and Jackson had to scramble even further back into the corner, into the shadow.

The man with wings was crouched down to look under the table, and he definitely saw him. Jackson closed his eyes and pressed his face into his knees. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said, nose starting to run. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know how to do anything, sir.”

“Hey mate,” he said. “We’re not mad. Why don’t you come out here? Techno was just about to break out the snacks.”

anon I am holding you so gently rn

Phil expects one of any number of things when something touches his wings; a rat, one of the castle cats, some other small animal that wandered its way into the manor.

He had not been expecting a child. Let alone a Cat child who was cowering like he was expecting to be hurt at any moment.

(Perhaps he shouldn't be so surprised; he'd seen the marks on the hybrids in the courtyard and the halls. Even now he burns with the knowledge that their company's services had been purchased by a slave owner.)

The kid looks up at him with wide eyes at the offer of food, hesitating slightly. Phil can feel the weight of Techno's gaze as he nods.

"We've got some apples and bread if you want some. Techno and I don't mind sharing. Actually, you might even be doing us a favor, we've got all this food that needs to be eaten before we go to our meeting and it might just be too much for the two of us." He winks, a friendly smile on his face.

#jewels replies #anon i am *living* with this #small jackson!#so tiny and getting into so much trouble!!!

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Random Harry and Mia Potter moment that just didn't leave me alone.

For reference: Mia | Godfather duty | The Talk 2.0

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"You were the lucky sibiling."

Harry lifts his eyebrows, taking his eyes off his the report he needs to approve before finally retrieving for the holidays.

"This scar begs you to differ," he replies, smiling at his young sister. Mia's hazel eyes don't show any amusement.

"Facing Voldemort is a lot easier than your dad being your professor."

"Come on," Harry says bracingly. "Everyone says dad is a cool teacher. Teddy always—"

"Teddy isn't his son, isn't he?"

"No, but—"

"And Dad didn't catch Teddy making out behind the greenhouses, did he?"

"Oh." He lays down the quill now. There is a battle inside him between laughing about Mia's embarrassment, protecting her and dealing with the fact his young 14-year-old sister apparently "makes out" behind greenhouses now.

"Don't give me that look. I bet you and Ginny did the same."

"Oh, no. We were never caught."

"Never? Not once?"

"That's why we have an Invisibility Cloak, pumpkin."

She rolls her eyes at the old nickname. "You gave it to my dear nephew."

"But you got the Map. How did you not notice—"

"The whole point of making out is being busy, Harry."

"Oh, yeah. I guess." He pauses, still torn, before deciding he needs to be the big brother here (later he will find out who was with Mia, just in case—he has access to records, after all). "Do you need me to talk to Dad?"

"No, I—I don't know. Actually, he... he didn't say anything. That's bad, right?"

"I thought he had given you a detention."

"No, he just walked away, which somehow was worse. Ugh." She puts her hands over her face. "Dylan will never talk to me again. As if people aren't enough bothered by the fact that I'm your sister."

"Hey! Being my sister is you best quality."

"Prat. Yeah, wait until my nephews and niece begin dating. You'll see how much they will love having a famous hero as their relative."

"As a famous hero myself, I say my dating life was pretty good."

"Didn't you marry your first girlfriend?"

"What can I say? I got it right the first time." He gives her a sideway look. "So you and this Dylan, is it—"

"No, no, don't give me the older brother talk. If I ever get married, you'll be invited and that's it." Mia sighs heavily. "Dad is so mad at me."

"I think he is just worried about you."

"He can't be worried. I need him to say I'm too young for dating—how can I be a rebellious teenager if he is just quiet about it? I have a whole speech ready at how I'm not a kid anymore."

Harry laughs quietly. "Trust me, Dad won't ever believe we've grown up enough."

"You were so bloody lucky he wasn't your professor."

"Mia." Lily is at the door, frowning at her. There is a resolute expression on her face that feels weirdly familiar to Harry, like a repressed memory he wishes he didn't have anymore. "Language."

"Sorry, Mum." Mia looks at her pleadingly. "So—is Dad around?"

"No, James is out today."

"Oh." Mia fidgets with her hands now, looking more bothered by his abscence than if he were there.

Lily's expression softens a little. "Everything is fine, Mia. Why don’t we just go to your room for a nice chat?"

The words are familiar as well, and Harry urges his mind to remember when he heard them before—actually, it had been his father that called him for a chat, and their talk had been... the talk.

"Oh." He stands up, again torn between the deepest embarrassment and an urge to laugh. "You can use this office, I've just finished this report."

"Don't worry—"

"It's fine, Mum, really. I have to check the kids anyway." He pats Mia's shoulder. "Good luck."

She might need it.

#Eyes glistening #Harry as a big brother is just too adorable okay #so bear with me #Jily Lives #Jily Lives AU

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astro-rain · 3 years

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delicate; b. barnes

chapter thirteen - “sober desires & the reminiscence of a winsome smile”

delicate masterlist

word count: 4k

synopsis: wakanda gets a visit from our favorite captain, two drinks is too much rum for a reticent psychologist, and bucky knows (& feels) more than meets the eye.

pairings: bucky x fem!reader

[A/N]: this took so long to write but WHEW this chapter!!!! pls let me know what you think >:D

The knock on the outside of his hut was followed by a deep accented voice, one that he had heard before.

"Sergeant Barnes?" it called.

Quickly enough Bucky was outside, facing the king of Wakanda himself. He wasn't sure exactly what to say. You see, the majority of their past interactions included the Black Panther trying to kill him. T'Challa was kind and Bucky trusted him. It was just... a little awkward given the history.

"Your highness," he greeted.

He smiled bashfully at the title.

"I have some news for you."

Bucky's head cocked to the side, curious. News? Should he be worried? He hadn't been expecting anything.

"Captain Rogers is on his way here. He was alerted about our recent complication with N'Jadaka," he said, referring to who Bucky guessed was who Y/N called Erik Killmonger, "and he asked to come check in, make sure you're okay."

Steve was coming. His mood was immediately uplifted. He hadn't seen his oldest friend for months. It was weird to have Steve feeling the need to make sure Bucky was okay; it was usually the other way around. Nonetheless, he was excited. And he had the sudden urge to tell Y/N.

- - -

READER

"Sharon. Hey," she said into the phone.

The friends hadn't spoken since Y/N left for Wakanda - security measures since Sharon helped Steve and betrayed the... well everyone.

"Y/N!" Sharon greeted. "How is everything? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, no I'm totally okay. The Killmonger thing was more the royal family's deal than mine. I was just hiding out in some bunker with Barnes."

Concerned weaved its way into Sharon's voice. "Oh my god. Did anything happen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, historically, stress hasn't affected him well..."

She wasn't sure why she almost got offended. "No... he was completely fine. He doesn't lose control out of nowhere and turn into the winter soldier. It's a lot more complicated than that... We were fine."

"Oh, that's good. Listen... I'm actually on my way to Wakanda right now."

"You're-... what?"

"Steve needed to check in on Bucky after Killmonger. Wilson and I are coming too."

They must all be together. It makes sense considering what happened after the disaster in Berlin, and then the airport fiasco in Germany and then... everything in Siberia.

Aw, they're in hiding together, Y/N joked in her head. She almost laughed out loud.

"Oh. Is that safe? For you? For everyone?"

"I've been careful. We've all been careful. But, things don't always go as planned. And T'Challa feels bad about putting you guys in a dangerous situation when he was supposed to protect you."

"It wasn't his fault."

"I know. We all know. But, it's kind of his way of making up for it: letting us stay so that Steve can check in on Barnes and we can cool off for a bit."

"Was Rogers mad?"

"Well, he wasn't thrilled that his best friend was trapped alone in a country that just got taken over..."

He wasn't alone.

"...he was mostly worried," Sharon continued. "Still is."

"Right."

"Alright, well I got to go. We'll be there in a couple hours."

"I'll see you. Be safe."

"See you."

- - -

BUCKY BARNES

"Hey Buck," the happiness in Steve's voice was genuine as he patted his oldest friend on the back in the middle of an embrace. "How you been?"

"A hell of a lot better than the last time I saw you, that's for damn sure," Bucky smiled.

Sam Wilson stood next to the star spangled man with a plan. Bucky briefly glanced at him.

"Wilson," he deadpanned.

"Barnes," he returned the greeting.

"I was worried when T'Challa told me about Killmonger," Steve said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful that they let you stay here, but I just didn't think I'd have to be worried so soon."

"It's alright. Everything turned out okay and I was fine the whole time. You don't have to lose your head."

"I'm not losing my head."

"You never had it in the first place."

The blonde changed the topic of conversation.

"You were with that therapist right?"

"Yeah."

"What do we think about her?" he asked with equal parts caution and suspicion. "Do you trust her?"

Bucky wasn't sure why he was almost offended.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you know what happened the last time you were with a psychiatrist..."

"Yeah well, this one doesn't have a personal vendetta against the Avengers."

"You sure she's alright?"

He looked serious, and Bucky could see the genuine concern etched into his friend's face. Steve was truly wary.

"I'm positive. She's helped so much since I've been here. I really trust her."

"Okay, if you say so. I trust you."

Bucky smirked. "Hey uh... is Sharon with you?"

Sam said nothing but radiated a smirk to match Bucky's perfectly, a kind of smirk that only a ball-busting best friend cracks.

"She is..." Steve replied. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh nothing. Just wondering, that's all."

"She said she wanted to talk to a friend."

"Oh, she's probably with Y/N."

"Who?"

"Y/N. Dr. Y/L/N. 'The therapist.'"

"I didn't know they were friends."

"Why do you think Sharon recommended her?"

"She said she knew 'the best' person to help."

"That true. She's crazy smart."

"As long as she can do the job, I'm all for it, no matter whose friend she is."

In a short-lived thought, Bucky wondered what Steve Rogers would think of who else Y/N was friends with. He wondered if Steve would think it was strange to be friends with your doctor, or if he'd be pleased that Bucky had gotten close to someone, anyone else in this world.

"How long are you guys staying for?" Bucky asked.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. "Honestly, we were only planning on staying for like a week or so. We've been moving throughout Europe, and the other day, when we were in Prague... it was almost really bad."

"We need to stay low for a while," Sam added.

"What did you do?" Bucky asked, used to Steve getting himself into trouble.

"It's a long story..."

"What did T'Challa say about it?"

"He said to take as much time as we needed," Steve filled him in.

"You know, I'm startin' to really like this guy," Sam nodded, smiling. "Obviously when he went all cat murderer on you, he was a bit of a pain in the ass. But now? Guardian angel."

Bucky shook his head at Sam's nonsense. What an idiot, he thought. He wondered what Y/N would think of Sam, but then a more pressing question popped into his head.

"Where are you guys gonna stay?"

"I'm guessing there," Steve said pointing behind Bucky.

When he turned around, Bucky was shocked but he also wasn't. Behind and around his hut stood three more just like it, but slightly smaller. He could've sworn those weren't there yesterday, but that's the beauty of Wakanda. They were ten steps ahead of the rest of the world and he guessed that included speed building as well.

"I will never stop loving this place," he admired.

He tried not to sound too eager when he knocked on her door. She looked shocked but didn't really try to hide it.

"Oh," she sounded confused. "Hi, Bucky..."

"Hey," he grinned. "I have a proposition for you."

Her eyebrows lowered as her lips twisted into the most devilish smirk. She could communicate an entire joke with just her face.

"Not like that!" he exclaimed.

She laughed, smirk morphing into an endearing smile. "Like what then?"

"Steve wanted to have like a bonfire sorta thing to catch up since we're all together for once. You know, just like drinks and stupid stories from the forties. D'ya think you could part with your paper work to grace us with your presence?"

"Oh, uh... are you sure?"

"Of course. I'd love to have you there."

She wrung out her hands. "I don't know, Buck. Is that really appropriate? To have your doctor hangin' out with your friends?"

"That may be, but that's not what I'm asking. I want my friend to 'hang out' with my other friends."

Out of her composure seeped a meek smile. The air felt softer to him.

"And maybe you can analyze Wilson and tell me what his biggest fear is later," he added.

She snickered.

"Okay. Lead the way, James Buchanan."

The fire was a monster, roaring and crackling with all the life in the world. Bucky loved it. He loved the warmth, the heat, the lack of cold.

"I'm gonna get another drink," Y/N said. "You want anything, Buck?"

"I'm all set," he smiled, gaze lingering for only a second too long.

"Sharon?" she turned. "You?"

The blonde shook her head. "Oh, I think I've had plenty."

Surrounding the fire sat five chairs. All but one was empty as Y/N went to get her second drink. Of course they were in Sam's hut, Bucky thought. After all, even though it was Steve's idea, Sam was most excited about the whole thing, actually sitting down and just relaxing instead of fleeing from belligerent governments.

"Therapist's pretty," Sam noted with a smirk once she was out of hearing range.

"Y/N," Bucky corrected, mind going completely elsewhere. "She's so smart."

"Smart enough to call you Buck..." Steve said, catching on to Sam.

"What?"

"She calls you Buck."

"Yeah, so? You do too."

"Yeah, but I've known you longer. And I'm your friend."

"She's my friend too," he shrugged.

"She's your doctor..."

"And I'm a hundred year old man with one arm trying to get un-brainwashed in a country that the rest of the world doesn't even know exists. None of this is conventional."

"...fair," Steve said, with only a little bit of skepticism. "Are you guys close?"

Does spending hours alone talking with someone in a hidden bunker make you close? Does them comforting you after a nightmare and then subsequently allowing you to get the best night sleep you've had in forever? What about making daring voyages to quaint waterfalls and laughing a kind of laugh that makes your heart swell? What about-

"Buck?"

He shrugged. Again. "I guess so."

Sam narrowed his eyebrows. "How close?"

"Wilson," Sharon admonished exasperatedly. "Y/L/N's his doctor, come on. That's inappropriate to suggest."

Sam put his hands up in mock surrender. Briefly, just briefly, Bucky imagined kicking the leg of Sam's chair and watching him fall back. He didn't, obviously. But it would have been funny if he did.

The seemingly never ending conversation was cut short when Y/N returned, drink in hand, and took her seat next to Bucky.

"What'd you get?" he asked, demeanor subtly but swiftly changing into something lighter, something happier.

"I don't know, but it has rum in it," she shrugged sardonically before clinking her glass with Bucky's.

"Cheers," Sam raised his glass, trying to engage.

Y/N wordlessly, and with a half-smile, raised her glass in his direction.

"So," Steve started, comfortably crossing his legs and leaning back into his chair before asking Bucky, "you wanna know what actually happened in Prague?"

"Do enlighten me. I've been waiting all night."

"Jerk."

"Punk."

The rest of the night went on sort of like this. The group took turns telling stories and then listening. Cracking jokes and then laughing. Everyone but Y/N, Bucky noticed. She just... sat and drank, livelihood only extending to the borders of her seat.

He hadn't seen her like this before, and he found himself stuck halfway between confused and worried. Had something happened? Had something wrong been said?

He kept an eye on her as dusk melted into night. He told himself it was because he was concerned, but that was only in addition to the way he was magnetized to how she looked with the light of the fire gleaming on her skin.

After she would finish a drink, she'd stare into the fire for a little while, before leaving to get another. When he made sure no one was looking at him, he'd look at her. Discretely. At her eyes. The reflection of the fire in her pupils made him wonder if she would burn the fire before it could ever burn her. He was all too aware of the heat that accompanied her gaze. It was a ravishing burn that made him ache for the searing feeling as soon as it was taken away.

He didn't dare think of it for too long or else he would get distracted. And someone would call his name, pulling him out of a trance he didn't want to be caught in. A trance he wasn't sure he wanted to admit that he was in.

The night remained as such until someone - he couldn't remember who - said they were tired, and everyone bid their farewells, and wished their good nights.

Y/N spared about a side hug to Sharon before walking off on her own. Bucky half volunteered, half insisted on tending to the fire to make sure it went out, only to ignore it as soon as everyone was gone and follow after his psychologist.

He caught up to her as she was in the middle of opening the door to her living quarters.

"Y/N."

She turned around in the spot, door wide open, staring up at him.

He bore into her eyes, looking at something, noticing her dilated pupils and hazy stare.

"You're drunk," he said, but it sounded more like a question.

"Yeah."

"But you don't seem drunk?"

"I'm not wasted," she padded into the room, carelessly leaving the door wide open for him to walk through. "Just drunk enough to remember why I didn't drink in college."

She rubbed her eyes.

"Think I want another one," she sighed, heading for the door with a bitter smile. "More rum."

Bucky gently closed the door, maneuvering himself in front of it, and blocking her from exiting. Another drink is definitely not a good idea.

He changed the subject. "Why didn't you drink in college?"

Her eyebrows raised, introducing a look that said Really? You think I don't know what you're doing?

"Wow, look at you being the voice of reason for my otherwise inebriated brain."

Nevertheless, she cooperated.

She sighed. "It just... makes me miserable. I'm a sad drunk."

"Better than a mean drunk," he offered.

"Possibly. It's a real mood killer, though."

"That why you were off all night?"

"Off... ? I don't know, I guess so... I'm usually pretty inconspicuous when I'm drunk. Didn't think anyone would really notice."

There was no hesitation when he spoke.

"I did."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. Just... why did you keep drinking if it only makes you miserable?"

"Alcohol is a depressant," she breathed mechanically, as if speaking was difficult. "It depresses your nervous system, then you get disinhibited. Then you don't care about rationality and just drink! Then in the moment it feels kinda good... but then it makes you sad... and then you need more to blur the feeling away. It's like... the worse you feel, the more you need to drink... but then the more you drink... the worse you feel..."

"How are you drunk but still talking... sorta still like you usually do?"

She smirked, looking like she was trying not to laugh. He was glad she was smiling.

"Maybe you're not the only one with heightened metabolism as a result of the serum..."

He looked at her quizzically, amused. She wasn't making total sense, but he couldn't find it in himself to give much of a damn. She smiled, again.

"Kidding. I just have outstanding self-control."

She plopped down on the floor, deciding that she no longer wanted to use her legs. Fine motor function was overrated for intoxicated people.

He sat down with her, next to her.

"If I tell you a joke will you be less sad-drunk?"

"I already am 'less sad-drunk.' I wasn't before, but," she took a breath in, "now you're here, so... improvements have been made."

"That's good 'cause I was worried before."

She glanced up at him with brazen eye contact. Her face held a mixture of what looked like a confused and pained expression, as something changed. Some sort of realization or reality check.

She wiped her hands over her face. "God, this is so ridiculous. I'm sorry. You shouldn't be worried about me, that's not your job. I'm sorry. I should just go to bed, and you can leave..."

"I know it's not my job. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I was alright- it... it's not like I was crying at the fire or something. I was fine."

"After your second drink, you were silent almost the entire time."

"You were counting my drinks?"

Not exactly.

"I was paying attention."

"To what?"

To you.

"You completely turned into yourself. Your elbows and legs were drawn in close to your body: unrelaxed and almost apprehensive posture. You were nonverbal, didn't make any jokes, no sarcastic commentary. I was literally purposefully saying things I knew you would correct or tease or laugh at and nothing. I was waiting for a 'smartass' or a 'there's a reason behind everything' explanation or anything science related. But there was nothing."

Her face was blank. It took her a second to catch up. Blinking slowly, she shook her head, eyebrows furrowed, all emphasis on the word. "Why?"

Her tone was truly confused. It was like she, in her heart of hearts, for the life of her, could not believe he was concerned.

"Y/N you're my friend," he chided. "Why wouldn't I be?"

She averted her gaze. Her voice was barely above a whisper. "I don't know."

"Look," his voice was soft. "I know you know everything and you know my mannerisms and micro-expressions and you know when I'm lying and whatever else 'cause you're a genius psychologist. But is it really that hard to believe that, after all the time we've known each other, I know you a little too? That I saw you for once instead of you always seein' me?"

"I think you're the only person who sees me."

The words leaked out before he thought to analyze them, tone lower than a whisper.

"Well I can't seem to look at much else."

He had never felt such potent silence. Did he just fuck up majorly? They just sat, on the floor, eyes glued to each other like twenty year old dried cement. He didn't think he could move away if he tried.

"I see you now," she whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"Blue," she breathed. "Your eyes are so blue. I don't... think I've ever seen that shade of blue."

It happened exponentially slowly, but the closer her face got to his, the more his chest felt like it was going to burst in the best way possible. As if liquid light poured into his lungs, inflating his chest and igniting every nerve with adoration.

Her lips hovered over his so lightly it was as if it wasn't even happening, like her affection was a ghost. But it was happening, and he could feel it. He could feel the softness in her lips and the smell of the rum she drank as they combined into the wondrous dual sensation that permeated throughout his brain.

They weren't kissing by any stretch. Their lips were hardly touching. However, in that moment, he was at her mercy. He was prepared to bend the laws of nature to her will if she would allow the continuation of this feeling for even a fraction of a second more.

Until it stopped and she waned away like the moon bidding adieu to the morning sky.

Her voice shook. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't... it's-"

"No. It's not okay. It's not okay."

He leaned back, examining her face. She looked confused and embarrassed and scared.

"Y/N, it's fine. It's okay, seriously, don't worry about it."

"I'm sorry, I'm... I'm drunk and I'm disinhibited and it's affecting my judgement and making me impulsive. I'm sorry."

He couldn't be exactly sure, but it sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than she was trying to convince him.

Neither of them moved a muscle.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked.

She was silent, frozen. It reminded him of a past conversation about the fight or flight response.

Bucky stood up and offered his hand to the woman sitting on the floor in front of him. "Here."

She took it gingerly and stood up with him before wide eyes stared into his apologetically.

"Please don't feel bad," he pleaded. "Barely anything happened."

"Still..."

"Why don't you just get some sleep and we can talk tomorrow. I promise it won't seem like such a big deal when you're sober."

She nodded but they both remained motionless, hands still together. He knew they needed to let go, but her hand didn't move, and she just kept looking into him.

"Okay," she whispered.

She walked him to the door, hand still in hand, and until he was forced to let go of her to open it. He stepped, ever so slowly, out of her room and onto the grass outside. He looked up at her, the doorway between them suddenly feeling like worlds of distance. They stood on opposite sides of the open door like statues. Bucky didn't know what to do and he wasn't sure what to say.

He settled on a, "Goodnight."

He tried not to make it sound so weak and timorous but he failed entirely. He didn't want to leave her like this. Guilty and alone. God knows he knew what it felt like.

Her voice was dry and quiet. "Goodnight."

He wasn't sure when the door shut or which one of them had shut it. The only thing he was sure of was the feeling of formidable regret pooling in his stomach.

On one hand, there was regret for letting her lean in and get so close because now he was scared that their dynamic was ruined and worried that Y/N felt awful. On the other hand, there was regret that he just let her pull away. Regret that he didn't lean in more and shamelessly drown in her. Regret that he didn't unapologetically suffocate himself with the softness of lips, the inebriating smell of rum on on her tongue, and the utterly bewitching taste of her he was sure would follow.

He wasn't sure what he felt, to be honest. He was a muddle of emotions of which he had no idea how to sift through. Momentarily, he wished he was drunk so he wouldn't have to think so hard. Then, he remembered the saying, "drunk words are sober thoughts," and he was damn glad he was stone cold sober; he could only imagine the things he would say to her if he was drunk.

This lead him to pondering, it got the gears in his brain turning. It made him wonder. Maybe... just maybe... if drunk words were sober thoughts, then what if drunk actions were sober desires?

Thinking like this could cause him read the situation completely differently. Thinking like this could make him read the situation in such a way that conceived the slightest sliver of hope for emotions gone repressed. Hope is dangerous...

Hope is dangerous, so Bucky shoved it down into the deepest cavern of his brain, the very same cavern where his feelings for her resided. It was a monster in a cave, growling and hissing menacingly. Intensely.

It scared him, this intensity. It scared him so much that the only way he could fall asleep was by thinking about the way James Buchanan sounded when she said it with a winsome smile.

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Do I Wanna Know?

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: You and Pietro’s friendship could best be described as a relationship that never was, it was constant flirting that you both brushed off as just a very close friendship. A friendship so close that sometimes you flirt with others, so when feelings get hurt; dynamics are crushed. But those who are meant for each other will always come crawling back. Vaguely based off the song “Do I Wanna Know?” by the Arctic Monkeys.

Warnings: Slight angst, kissing, fluff, all that :)

Word Count: 2.3K

It all started when you first joined the avengers, a few months after the battle of Sokovia. Tony had a last minute thing with Pepper and assigned Pietro Maximoff to show you around the compound, which he initially whined over. Not wanting to do anything more than stay in bed on his day off, he begged Wanda to take over for him. She agreed under the circumstance that he’d make dinner for a week.

Sitting on the couch watching whatever was on TV at the moment, Pietro munched on some chips, enjoying his day off to its fullest extent. He heard some chattering behind him and turned his head to see his sister Wanda and another woman with her head turned the other way, who he could only assume was the newest member to the team. Waving a small hello to his sister he turned back around and continued his program, but of course Wanda wouldn’t let him off that easy.

“Ahem,” Wanda said, clearing her throat as she now stood next to the couch Pietro sat on with the newest recruit, you.

“Y/n, this is my brother Pietro. Pietro, this is the newest addition to the Avengers, Y/n.” she said with a smile, mentally slapping her brother for being so lazy. Pietro gave you and Wanda a half-assed glance ready to wave you off, but he did a double take when he saw you. Choking slightly on his chips he stood up abruptly and brushed himself off, extending his hand out to yours.

You started to feel hot under his gaze as you gladly accepted his hand and shook it; he had a firm grasp that made you want to melt into the ground.

“So, what’s your thing printcessa?” He asked smoothly, slipping his hand out of yours, making you frown slightly as the loss of contact. But then you quirked your head to the side, not understanding his question.

“He means, what powers do you have?” Wanda interjected, clarifying his question.

“Oh you know, telekinesis, super strength, some healing abilities, the usual.” you joked

“Hey we could’ve really used you a few months ago during the battle of Sokovia. This asshole nearly got himself killed!” Wanda said, raising her eyebrows at her brother.

“Ahh sister you worry too much, I was fine!” Pietro insisted, waving her off.

“Sure you were. . . we’re going to finish this tour now okay?” Wanda said, turning around and getting ready to show you the rest of the compound. But of course Pietro had something to say about that.

“And take this gorgeous new Avenger away from me? You know Tony assigned me to show her around, right? So rude of you to just steal her away like that. . .” Pietro said, rushing to your side and taking your hand, pulling you along.

“I thought you wanted to-”

“Sorry! TV is too loud, I can’t hear you!” Pietro said running off with you, making you giggle.

The rest of the tour Pietro slipped in little compliments and flirty touches; in fact, the rest of your time there was practically the same. You had an innate attraction to Pietro, and he was drawn to you from the moment he laid eyes on you. But yet, nothing ever actually happened between the two of you, which quite frankly annoyed the hell out of the team. Having to constantly watch you two flirt and cuddle as if it was nothing was borderline ridiculous.

It’s been four months since you’ve joined the avengers and your tension with Pietro was higher than ever, and with another successful mission down Tony decided to host another one of his famous parties. You saw this as the perfect opportunity to look irresistible for Pietro, but when you walked out onto the dance floor in your sexiest dress and saw Pietro at the bar with some blonde bimbo caressing his muscles, and you damn near lost it.

Rationally, you had no right to be angry at all. You and Pietro weren’t an item, you never were. But seeing him in such close proximity to some girl who's name he probably didn’t even know practically made steam come out of your ears. You disregarded your fellow teammates saying hello to you as you entered the party and the compliments thrown your way as you made your way towards Pietro, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

But you were too late, no more than 10 feet away from Pietro the nasty blonde he was with pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. You watched in horror and pain as you felt your heart break into a million and one pieces. You rushed off to your room before any tears could spill from your eyes, staying there for the rest of the night as the party raged on, only imagining the worst in your head about Pietro and that bitch he was with.

What you didn’t see was Pietro promptly pushing the blonde away from him, and Wanda finding her brother soon after slapping him across the face.

“What the hell, Pietro?!” Wanda shouted at her brother, drawing attention from the others at the party.

“Suka! What was that for?!” He exclaimed, holding the left side of his face in pain.

“That was for kissing that girl when you know Y/n’s been pinning after you for months!” She yelled, not caring about the excess attention from the others.

“She doesn’t feel that way about me. We've been over this a thousand times Wanda!” He fired back, anger and hurt lacing his voice.

“Yes she does! Did you forget I can read minds?” She said rolling her eyes, a little red glowing in them. Pietro got quiet and turned away from his sister.

“You better go and apologize to her and tell her how you really feel before she changes her mind after what she just saw!” Wanda pointed out, causing her brother to rush off, leaving streaks of blue in his place.

You sat with your back pressed to your door as you sobbed quietly, jumping when you heard a knock behind you.

“Y/n?” You heard Pietro call out. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have any condoms Pietro, go ask Sam.” You said bitterly.

Standing on the other side of the door your words were like knives in Pietro’s chest; he wanted to respond and tell you how he really felt, but after your harsh comment he turned away and went back to his room. Wanda visited him when the party was over and he gave her the same bitter attitude you had given him hours ago.

“I don’t know what part of her head you looked into but she definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so thanks a lot.” Pietro said harshly, making Wanda leave without another word.

Things were a lot different in the compound after that night. You and Pietro were no longer lovey-dovey, now holding nothing but contempt towards one another. It changed the whole dynamic of the team, none of them knowing how to act around you two now, or even what happened.

It had been about three weeks since you and Pietro last spoke to each other, and here you were at 3am sitting on the couch crying while you ate ice straight out of the carton. You sat silently as the tears streamed down your face, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around you saw a very tired looking Wanda.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked quietly.

“No, but your thoughts did. I never knew someone’s thoughts could be so loud when they’re heartbroken.” Wanda said, sitting down next to you.

“Pfshh, I’m not heartbroken! What in God's name are you talking about?” You said casually, pushing your emotions back down as you set the container of ice cream down on the table in front of you.

“You know, he’s torn up too.” Wanda said, turning to face you.

“And you expect me to believe that why?” You asked, neither of you noticing the new presence that stood in the kitchen.

“Did both of you magically forget I can read minds?” She asked with a laugh, making you feel small.

“Okay well even if he did have feelings for me at one point there’s no way he still feels that way. If he did he wouldn’t have let that girl kiss him at the party,” you said bitterly.

“You have no idea how much he regrets that, and for the record that blonde kissed him. He pushed her off after you ran away.” Wanda explained, putting more hope than you’d cared to admit in your heart.

“He’ll come crawling back to you soon enough, I promise.” she said with a small laugh, patting your back as she got up and left you alone on the couch. Wondering if your feelings for Pietro flowed both ways.

A little more than a week had passed since that night as you were constantly tormented by the question, “Do I wanna know?” because if Pietro did feel the same way towards you at one point, how would the recent events change how he feels for you now?

However now was not the time to dwell on the question racking your head; now you were on a mission with the rest of the team getting some much needed intel from what you thought was an abandoned HYDRA base. But when gunfire erupted you immediately took cover and soon followed Steve’s orders to fall back and head to the quinjet. Running back you tripped and fell face first into the dirt. Getting up you winced as you looked around and saw the last person you’d want hurt.

“Pietro’s shot!” You scream into your comms as you crawled next to him as he laid up against a tree, falling in and out of consciousness. You started to cry worrying your powers wouldn’t be enough as you placed your hands over his wounds, mustering all of the power you could. You thought all hope was lost until you heard a loud gasp as Pietro grabbed onto you and held you close to his chest.

“It’s okay Pietro, I’m here, you’re alright,” you whispered as you started to feel very tired. He ran his fingers through your hair as he stared down at you, in awe of your abilities. You looked back at him with tired eyes.

“I’ll always come crawling back to you,” you said as sleep took over your body. Pietro took it upon himself to speed your sleeping figure back to the quinjet, setting you down as you snored softly. He admired you, but only for a minute as Wanda embraced him in a big hug from behind.

“You have got to stop making the sacrifice play, brother.” she said, more than relieved that he was okay.

“Now I just might. I wouldn’t want to put this beauty under so much stress again right?” He joked, motioning to your sleeping figure. Wanda smiled brightly at him.

“You better not mess this up again, otherwise I’m finding her a more suitable partner.” Wanda joked, punching her brother in the arm playfully.

“No one is more perfect for her than I.” Pietro said with a cocky tone. Wanda only sighed in response, not wanting to admit that he was right.

You woke up slowly in a dimly lit room; looking around you saw a familiar man with silver hair asleep in the corner of what you now recognized as the compound’s recovery room. You smiled contently as you used your telekinesis to bring the chair he slept in next to your bed. You reached out for his hand and gently ran your fingers over his knuckles, sighing tranquilly

Pietro slowly awoke as you just stared shamelessly at him.

“Dragosté!” Pietro exclaimed, now fully awake, jumping up and embracing you in a tight hug. He pulled away but kept his close distance, his hot breath fanning over your face as your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. A few more stolen moments passed by before Pietro closed the space in-between you two and pressed his soft lips to yours. Moving lazily against each other he slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“I’m so sorry for everything, I should’ve seen it sooner.” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your cheek as you smiled.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” you said, bringing your hand up to the side of his face, admiring his cobalt blue eyes. His eyes filled with the most love-struck look you’d ever seen as he pressed his lips back on yours, grinning from ear to ear.

You’d have some explaining to do to your other teammates in the morning when they’d inevitably find you both sleeping together in the cramped hospital bed though.

Hi all!! I hope this short imagine was fun for you all to read! Some of my more recent one-shots have been getting a lot of attention lately and it makes me so happy! I am over the moon that I’m not only writing again but gaining some traction. Thank you all so much! Don’t forget that my requests are open and feedback is encouraged! Also I just hit 100 followers and I know it’s not much but I’ll be starting a sleepover tomorrow!

Much Love,

-Skyler

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