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stuckybarton · 1 year

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Heads Under Water II

Summary: In which you find your epiphany. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,360 Chapter Warnings: Mention of Smoking. Mention of Death.

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Part II:

You did hate any bodies of water—when you are forced to be in the middle of it.

But it was a whole different story to be able to just settle yourself by the sands, watching the waves to and fro—almost daring them to come for you. It was fucked up, if you were to be completely honest with yourself, but it made you miss home for once and you wanted to look at something that reminds you of home—as terrible of a phobia it might give you.

Taking another hit of your vape pen, you had inquired Shuri if it was allowed before and she had seemed alright with it for as long as you did so in an open space and away from her mother’s eyes (fear of you influencing her somehow the major worry). You allowed the smoke to cover your vision for a moment, letting the events of the day slowly wash away from your mind.

Aside from the numerous projects you would be helping Shuri out with, you were volunteered into helping out a neighboring nation’s infrastructure and eventually led to roam parts of Wakanda and it was what led you to be in this very position that you know want to be something you would frequent from now on during your stay.

Sitting on a tree stump in the middle of the beach, the cool winds flowing against your skin, and the warm and rather minty sting of the smoke against your lung—it was, perfect. A perfect way to end the night. Lips clasped onto the vape pen, but before you could take another hit your eyes moved to the waters at the sudden change of the waves.

A head, just above waters had practically had you screaming in terror but the man was gone long before you could think if it was a real person or if your mind was playing tricks on you. Shaking your head, you stood up, believing you have finally had a long day.

But as the waves moved, it had become more violent even without the change of winds or the presence of a storm.

Before you could leave, the sound of your phone was quick to distract you—it was Tony and you were uncertain if it would be a good thing or a bad thing to talk to him right now. Eventually on the third annoying ring, you had answered the call and the sight of your boss’ hologram had you falling back onto your previous seat, readying for what he has to say.

“So how was the first day?” He inquired to which you gave him an empty look but said nothing. “Caught you in an awful time, Y/N?”

“No Tony, I just got done with work.” You sighed relenting and decided to give the man a break. “I’m making progress on the first day.” You continued, taking another much needed hit if you were to deal with him.

“You really need to stop with the smoking, you know that shit still fucks with your lungs.” He points out to which you chose to ignore and taking another hit just to spite him.

“Tony, we’re practically the same age at this point, so I don’t think it’s a good idea to have you act like a father to me.” You snort.

“Sometimes I wonder why I still bother with you.” He muttered looking away for a moment before turning his attention right back to you. “If you need anything, and I mean anything, please let me know and I’ll send out someone to help you out, okay?”

“I can handle things here, Tony.” You reassured your boss. “How’s your own progress in New York?” You inquired right back.

“Same old, same old.” He muttered. This was the thing with Tony, he loved to be nosy with anyone else’s business, but not his own. He kept his card close and that was one of the many reasons you could never truly trust him. He would say one thing and do another more times than you could truly handle.

But the straw that finally broke the camel’s back was when it was your creation that caused the death of more people than you could even attempt to count all those years ago. You had told him time and time again that your machine was still in the early stages and should not be used yet—he didn’t listen, he disregarded your warnings and lives were paid as a consequence of it all.

A guilt that wasn’t truly your own.

You could still remember the faces of family members during the court hearing. All blaming you for something you did not have a hand in. It was nightmare that you never truly woke up from even as the years have passed and everyone else had moved on.

Many still wondered why you stayed—you even wonder at times, but as you find yourself here in Wakanda, you might finally change your mind. Even after all the things Tony has put your through, he had helped you reached your full potential that you would never have if you stayed in the Philippines, if you remained a Professor that barely made ends meet.

He had given you a chance when no one would even bat an eye at you.

But owing someone has its limits. As you stayed in Wakanda and all the vision they have for you, you were slowly finding your own in this moment.

“Okay.” You relent, no longer giving the effort to press him.

“That’s weird.”

“What is?”

“You would usually annoy me for an answer by now.”

You said nothing, watching Tony’s hologram move closer to you, leaning in to look at you closer—far too close for your own comfort (even if he was a hologram).

“I’m heading to bed, Tony. Good Night.” You muttered instead when you didn’t break from his stare.

You didn’t let him speak, hanging up on him and once again staring at the waters. Once again seeing the head before you decided you’ve had enough for the night and headed back to your bedroom. ~ “You look good in a dress, Doctor.” You wanted to believe that Everett Ross was having a foot-in-mouth reaction the first moment you’ve opened the door to your room when he knocked. He looked surprised by his own sentiment as he refused to meet your eyes.

You blushed at his sentiment. In the rare chances that you had met with the man back in New York, you were always wearing “work” clothes which consisted of jeans and a sweatshirt—or on a professional setting a simple pant suit. This was—as far as you could remember, the first time in a long while that you had something a little more—feminine on.

You felt a little more comfortable as the both of you now walked your way towards the throne room with the Dora Milaje escorting the both of you. You wanted to think it was the more about feeling empowered with all was said and done. Working with a woman instead of another man somehow does it for you.

“We will also be meeting the King of Talokan for today.” Agent Ross had pointed out the closer you both were to the throne room.

“Who?”

“It’s a long story.” He points out.

You accepted his answer knowing it might just be so. You know your geography as much as the next guy but never once have you ever heard of a country by such a name. Was it as much as a secluded country here in Africa as Wakanda was?

Eventually as you both have made your way inside, you were greeted with three beings that were far different from what you would expect. Two out of the three had blue skin and from the looks of it, some sort of breather covering their mouth and nose. But the man that stood tall in the middle wasn’t normal either—the wings on his feet were far too much of an indicator of it.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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Hiii can u do a sort of love triangle with gavi and pedri ♡♡

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests.

If you guys want me to do another one of these but the other way round let me know

wc: 2200+

When moving to Barcelona I thought I would really struggle to make friends but right when I arrived I managed to make two great friends and now we are as close as anything. Gavi and Pedri aren't the people I thought I'd make friends with when I moved here but after we happened to meet and they were so nice and helpful I wouldn't have wanted things to go any other way. Being friends with them is like having two bodyguards at times they are always keeping an eye on me and protecting me when we go out anywhere together which I really appreciate. Its come to the point that I don't know what I would do without and I hope they feel the same way about me.

It has been far too long since I've last seen them both has they have been away for the World Cup but now they are back and we are finally going to see each other for a movie night which we do all the time but it's been a while since we've done one. Since we planned this I've been really excited but also a bit nervous as things have changed since they left. After they left and I had so much time to myself I spent too much time thinking and I realised that I have a crush on Pablo which I had been trying to ignore and push to the back of my mind for months. I feel so stupid because I told myself not to catch feelings for either of them as I know that if I say anything it will ruin everything as if he doesn't feel the same way it will ruin the whole group dynamic as things will be so awkward. While they have been away its been fine as when we talk over FaceTime I can hide it but I'm not sure that I can do the same thing in person as they know me so well that I just know I'll give it away.

To distract myself from how nervous I am about tonight I have spent most of the day in the kitchen baking as the boys both love the cookies and cupcakes I make so I thought I'd make some for us to have as snacks and as my way of showing how proud I am of them both for their performance. As a distraction it has been working pretty well as I've been busy and had music on which has kept my attention away from my worries but as soon as I stopped my worries came flooding right back into my mind. I can't stop playing out every possible scenario in my head which isn't helping at all as none of them end very well in fact they all end with me losing my friends and being all alone again.

The boys have their first training back with Barca today but afterwards they said they would stop off at mine and pick me up so we can go back to Pedri's place as thats where we always hang out which means I don't even get any time to prepare myself because as soon as they get here I'll have to see Pablo straight away. Since finishing baking I've been looking at my wardrobe deciding what to wear as I want to be comfy but I also still want to look nice as for some reason I still feel the need to impress Pablo. After ages of debating with myself I settled on some sweatpants and a crop top so that I didn't look like a complete mess but was still comfy although it still didn't feel right but it will have to do as the guys will be here soon.

Pedri's POV

Training seemed to drag on forever but eventually it finished and Pablo and I quickly got changed and headed to my car to go and pick y/n up. We have been friends for ages now but we haven't seen her in a while as we were away for the World Cup and she had to stay for school and work so the both of us are really excited to see her again. For a while now I've had feelings for y/n as in feelings that go beyond just friends but I haven't said anything as I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward with Pablo as he will still want to be her friend I know. Sometimes seeing her is hard because I just want to say something or for my feelings to go away but of course they don't so I just put on an act and pretend that everything is normal.

Pablo and I got in the car and since he’s been fiddling with literally anything in sight which isn't normal for him. He has been acting off in general today to start with he was way too excited about training in the freezing cold but since we finished he's been nervous as anything and I just can't figure out what's going on. Usually he will tell me everything but today there is definitely something he isn't telling me and I have to know what it is as this isn't usual for him.

"Hey man are you alright you seem really nervous" I said

"I'm fine its just y/n" he said

"What about her?"I asked

"Well I really like her and while we've been away I have been thinking more about it and I want to tell her how I feel but I don't want to ruin everything as I don't think I could handle not having her in my life" he admitted

As soon as I heard those words came out of his mouth I felt my heart sink. I should've known that he liked her I mean now that I think about it it’s so obvious she's the one person he FaceTimes all the time and he doesn't stop talking about her. Knowing that the both of us have feelings for her makes me feel even worse as I know these sorts of love triangles never end well for anyone involved.

"If you think telling her is the right thing to do then you should do it as whatever happens is meant to be will be" I said trying to be supportive

It hurt having to say that but I know that once Pablo has his mind set on something he doesn't easily let it go plus if he truly feels as strongly for her as he says then maybe they will be good for each other. Part of me is hoping that she will reject him and then maybe I might have a chance but I know deep down the right thing to do is back off and let them figure things out. Over my life I've had a few crushes that weren't reciprocated so this will just be another one to add to the list although I never stayed in contact with any of those girls so that will be a new aspect I have to figure out. I don't have long to figure it out though as soon we will be at y/n's picking her up.

Your POV

My doorbell sounding throughout the apartment made me jump to start with but pretty much straight away I got up and ran to the door to greet the boys as I just knew it would be them. When I opened the door I was right and both Pedri and Pablo were stood outside my door smiling. I gave both of them a hug but held onto Pablo for a bit longer but not too long as to give away my feelings. As we left I grabbed the cookies and cupcakes which they both tried to steal so they could eat one before we even got to the car but I didn't let them. When we got to the car I went to open the door but Pablo managed to get in there first and held it open for me before then getting in the back of the car with me. Usually when we are all together unless we use my car I sit in the back as people always try to take pictures of Pedri and Pablo so I hide out in the back on my own so that I don't have loads of pictures taken of me. It was strange having him sat next to me to begin with but I did like having him sit with me and it made me wonder if maybe he feels the same way I do.

When we got to Pedri's place he went and grabbed more snacks for us while Pablo and I sat down in the living room. He sat down first while I put the cookies out but when I was done I decided to test the water and sit right next to him on the sofa. For a second he looked at me before getting comfy and putting his arm behind me resting on the sofa clearly trying not to cross a boundary by touching me. We looked at each other for a second before quickly looking away again and I just know my cheeks were bright red but I was trying to pretend it wasn't happening. Things really feel like they have changed slightly between me and Pablo as we would never act like this with each other before but I don't want to get my hopes up as it could be anything or me just imagining things.

Things were normal for a while once we started watching the film but about halfway though I felt Pablo's hand drop to my shoulder so of course I looked over to him and he just smiled back which made the butterflies in my stomach even worse. The longer we sat there the more confidence I built up so after some back and forth in my mind I decided to lean into his side and rest my head on his shoulder. For a few seconds he tensed up and I worried that I'd done the wrong thing but after a while he relaxed and moved his arm again this time around my waist. That was all the indication I needed to know that he must have some form of feelings for me as although Pablo is touchy with other people he would never do this if he didn't have feelings for me.

We stayed in that position for the rest of the movie and only when it was over did we move slightly to put a small gap between us which was mainly to avoid Pedri asking questions. After the movie we all talked for a while until it was getting quite late and although I was willing to stay up later Pedri wanted to make sure I got home as I have work in the morning so I agreed to let him take me home along with Pablo. This time Pablo sat in the passenger seat but he kept turning round to talk to me and involve me in the conversation which quickly turned to football and what they were doing in training.

Once we got back to my place me and Pablo said goodbye to Pedri as Pablo doesn't live far so will usually walk the rest of the way from mine. After Pedri left things got a bit awkward as it was clear that both of us wanted to say something but just didn't know how to start. Seeing as we were just stood outside in the cold and dark I decided it would be a good idea to at least go inside as then we can talk for a as long as we need to. Without thinking too much I grabbed his hand and walked up to my apartment and I only realised what I'd done when we got it my door and I had to let go of his hand to grab my keys. When we got inside things were just as awkward for a few moments until Pablo broke the silence.

"I'm just going to say it I like you y/n and not just as a friend I know that this makes things awkward not just between us but also with Pedri but I can't hide it anymore being apart from you for so long made me realise just how much I love you which is why this is so hard to say" he rambled

"Hey stop rambling I like you as more than a friend too" I admitted

"Hearing you say that makes me feel so much better now I can finally ask will you be my girlfriend?" He asked

"Of course I will" I answered

He looked at me smiling for a moment before asking if he could kiss me which of course I said yes to. Pretty much as soon as I said yes his lips crashed against mine in the most amazing kiss I've ever had. I didn't want it to end but eventually we both pulled apart and he gave me one last kiss before leaving to go back to his place leaving me stood in my hallway smiling like an idiot at the fact that Pablo is now my boyfriend, life couldn't get any better.

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promisinininining · 6 months

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post project rambling

blood spills over is finished!

The whole thing has been planned from the beginning, but the exact scope of it kept creeping and creeping until it went form something I thought I could finish in around 5k words, to 10k, to 20k, at which point I gave up trying to estimate the length it would end up at. The last part (five of pentacles, reversed) ended up being longer than the previous parts added together, sitting at 26 out of 47k. Oops! That's longer than the previous longest fic I'd written on its own! It was only supposed to be a little thing to tide us over until the final part but ,,. uh, well, I got carried away a little. I had only written parts 1 and 2 before I started posting, and at that point I thought I was mostly done, so I thought it was safe to do so. (As an addendum, I did start posting because of my cute little stalker digging up my old accounts and sending abuse to those inboxes, where I hadn't closed anon off yet, so it was a bit of a spite fuelled adventure at the beginning.) I don't normally like to post things before they're finished because quite frankly I didn't trust myself to actually finish it, but I guess because I had a clear ending in mind, I was able to get there eventually.

I am not used to being in such a big fandom, so the support has been a completely new experience, and it's honestly been a little overwhelming (in the best way possible). I have been on the struggle bus these past few monoths with moving to a new house and a ton of unexpected bills on top of it, and I don't think I would have been able to get to this point without my friends and reviewers. I've met so many wonderful people, and it's been fun being in a fandom that isn't just me and my best buds.

About the story itself, there were a few deleted scenes that I wished I could put in, but ultimately decided against. Goro was initially going to physically meet Rumi, for one, but it didn't quite fit, and it felt like it was distracting from the main story too much, which was ultimately Goro finding something to live for. There was definitely not enough time for him to learn to love himself in just the short space of time where the third semester took place, but he has the rest of his life to learn how to, surrounded by people who are willing to show him by loving him back.

Sumire's relationship with Goro is also one that I really wanted to play with, especially as two extremely cynical people who don't really interact in canon. I feel like it's easy to just see Sumi as someone who's peppy and a little airheaded, but she's also extremely depressed, and put her entire existence on fulfilling her sister's wish, much like Goro's existence is based on killing Shido. I think they would understand each other intrinsically on a level that is very fun to explore, beyond "well we both love pego". Also, Atlus what the heck did you do with her. Give her to me. Let me sort it. I didn't think it helped her character any by being kidnapped for a week then beaten up and suddenly being like "wow you're right I can live as myself now". She needed to find that inner strength herself, with a little nudge from Goro who recognises the same pain. Of course, Goro's solution was "kill the person responsible" and Sumire can't reaaally do that with a hit and run, but she has a better support system than Goro and can learn to channel that more productively. If it's gymnastics, or something else entirely, I don't know.

I don't want to go too deep into the details with futaba and haru because this is already getting QUITE LONG, and I'm certain that there are only going to be a few people who have read this far, and those people already know how I feel about their relationship. I mean I was pretty clear in the fic itself, it's one of the less subtle things, I think; Futaba is the youngest, and she's extremely traumatised, and people have been enabling her bad behaviour by indulging it. It's 'helpful' rather than invasive, and okay, it saved Akira's life... but I do think there was definitely a better way to do it than bugging his phone. (Actually, another thing I didn't get to touch on is how the Thieves blatantly used Goro for their own plan regarding the interrogation room rather than attempting to understand him or his motives, perfectly fine with manipulating him back to thinking he's manipulating them, and how much that would fuck up someone who already has a complex about being used... but that's for another day and another fic, I think).

Finally, Maruki: this man is fucked up. I know it's easy to see him as sympathetic when he has the best intentions, and wants to 'help' people, but intentions don't matter when it comes to hurt and abuse. You can intend to be a perfectly kind person and still abuse your power over them. Don't get me wrong, I love him dearly, he's such a fucked up little skrungley boy, but he's definitely not the wet cat that he looks like at first glance. He's a researcher, forward in his field of cognitive pscience to the point where he awakened his own powers by himself, and has been shamelessly abusing his position as a therapist to get more information for his own gain (which, I emphasise, is to control the lives of everyone ever so that nobody suffers again) from the main cast.

Anyway, before I sign off, I will put out there that I have been thinking about Strikers, But With Baby Rei On Board. It's been spinning in my head since I finished. it's not going to happen (I refuse to do an entire game rewrite--just the third semester was an entire Thing, and I hate rehashing canon scenes), but hopefully you can glean some fun and entertaining thoughts about it. If you do, let me know! or don't.

A'ight, that's it from me. Thank you for reading. It's been... well, not long, but I feel like my writing is a little dense and requires some re-reads to fully experience it, so it FEELS longer than it is. Either way, I am kissing gently every single one of you who have made it this far down my massive ramble. Thank you, truly.

MIS

#the content creator is gurgling again #mis-types #comments welcome

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myckicade · 8 months

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Thoughts on the Finale Double-Header

Because I have so many, I want to corral them into one post, instead of the fifty or sixty I could make.

I'm genuinely surprised by all of the posts concerning dislike - and even hatred - for the finale. Not calling anyone out! Everyone gets their own opinion, and I stick by that, 100%! While I feel that it could have benefitted from another episode or two, or even another week for the final episode (which was surely impossible due to the Season Opener of the NFL next Thursday night), I loved this season. I think it contains some of their best stuff yet. The inter-character growth has felt fantastic, everyone getting closer, even without openly admitting it in audible words. Every episode made me feel something positive, which was nice. (See my notes on Mayans M.C. for how I react to negative feelings... Heh...).

I'll dive into the Nandermo first, because why not? This entire season has been about hiding betrayal, which has been just delicious. Like a group of friends who uncover infidelity amongst a long-married couple, unsure of what to do, but not wanting either party to get hurt. (They knew the guilty one had it coming, but they still tried to keep things hush-hush). I loved that Nandor knew not only what would draw Guillermo out of hiding, but he knew where to find Mama de la Cruz. (Because, let's face it, he was never going to hurt the woman. Fucker nearly got staked because he was so distracted). The intensity of Nandor's forgiveness, for lack of a better term, the whole time they had that stake between them? MM. It was better than makeup sex, because it was heartfelt, and genuine, if a little raw and drowning in hurt. Nandor getting everyone together for his turning-back ceremony? Happily staking the fucking guy who turned his familiar? Knowing Guillermo wasn't ready. The glasses. The effort. The love. That is the kind of Nandermo I enjoy seeing. Would I be upset if they (eventually) got to something romantic? Of course not. But now is just... not the right time. There is so much healing to be done now. Regaining of trust. Rebuilding of bonds. A romantic relationship right now would be the equivalent of a divided couple having a baby to save their union. It wouldn't look good, and it would be a set up for utter failure.

Speaking of that damned ceremony. The fact that everyone came together to save that boy's bacon? Come on. Come on. That even Baron Afanas and Goëjlrm turned up? Even if that part was just for sake of realism, they could have easily said no. They all give a damn about Guillermo, and that was wonderful to finally see. Words are a dime a dozen. Actions are where the proof hides.

FURTHERMORE, everyone checking in on Guillermo made me so happy. The kids coming to see him. Nadja scolding him for speaking to Derek in a manner ill-befitting his station. Even if they were mostly shit at it, aside from the Guide and the Kids, they kept a close eye on him, and that warmed my heart.

"We have a babysitter at home." That made me simultaneously AWWW!!!!, and wonder whether the poor sitter was going to be alive by the time they returned. Y'all know I'm all for their domesticity, so that little snippet was just perfect for me.

While Derek got the short end of the stake, he now has what he has always wanted. Friends. Community. Somewhere to belong. It's just a terrible, ugly way to have to get it.

I want so much more for the Guide. I do. I do agree that they all collectively suck nut at being good to anyone, more than 90% of the time, but that chick was well within her mind to pull her stunts at the Manor. I really do wish we could have had a twelve-episode season, at the very least. Both of last night's episodes deserved to be two-parters. Mm.

Good on Nadja, too, turning the noisy neighbors into an opportunity. She's an enterprising, resourceful broad, that one. Just love her. <3.

I'm still fucking floored, by the way. If someone had asked Nandor from the fucking beginning, this whole season could have been avoided. Granted, yes, that was the point, but it deserves the spotlight for a moment or two. He's such a dumbass, but he knows his vampiric shit. And really, so much good came out of everyone else being dopey as shit for a change. Guillermo learned a valuable lesson. New little lives were created. (R.I.P. to the one those that were ended). The secret surely broke up the monotony for the household for a little while. And, of course, my personal favourite... There are new parents in New Jersey! I'm so giddy for that one!

Liked it or hated it, one thing is for sure. Season Six is going to bring so much inner conflict for Guillermo, and a change of dynamic amongst the household, that I just can't wait!

#What We Do in the Shadows #WWDitS #What We Do in the Shadows Spoilers #WWDitS Spoilers #Nandor the Relentless #Guillermo de la Cruz #Nadja of Antipaxos #Laszlo Cravensworth #Colin Robinson #Nandermo #Baron x Sire #Afanas x Goëjlrm #Mycki Rambles

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the-real-bruce-banner · 2 years

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Yep I also just saw fb3 and I 1000% am on board with Aberforth and Bunty. They seem to just work, even with the small scenes provided. How has no one (that I’ve seen) written a fic yet? Regardless I’d love to know what other potential headcanons you and others have!

Ok I’ll give a few of my HCs for Buntyforth which might also serve as fic prompts 😂:

Bunty’s favorite nickname for Aberforth is “Abe” (obviously)

It took Newt a while to realize that Bunty was starting to fall for Aberforth. He started to notice that every time he sent her on a supply run, she didn’t come back as fast as she did in the past. He would ask her what kept her sometimes and at first she would slightly dismiss the question by saying she got distracted. Then, her excuses turned into her mentioning she was talking to Aberforth and she was sorry she lost track of time. Newt still didn’t think twice about it.

Newt got smacked in the face with the realization after Bunty started to make a habit of getting distracted while making converstion about what her and Aberforth talked about. Newt was use to Bunty talking about random things at work, usually he just tuned her out, but then she started to get overwhelmed with her iterations of the comments Aberforth made. She would mention a joke he said or something one of his customers said and next thing she knew, the animal she was feeding was sizing up to eat her without her notice. Newt told Tina about the constant mishaps at work and she just started giggling at his obliviousness. She told him eventually (when she got off the floor from laughing so hard).

Aberforth loves playing with Bunty’s hands. Just grabbing them, kissing them, and lightly touching her fingers randomly. Bunty is caught off guard everytime and always blushes.

Bunty, on the other hand, loves his face. She’ll just study his face while he works. He doesn’t talk much, so he’s made up for it with his facial expressions. Sometimes she’ll randomly grab his cheek gently and he’ll instinctively lean down so that she can kiss him. His forehead and his jaw are her go-tos. Then they both just go back to whatever they were doing prior.

Aberforth named one of the goat’s after her.

Aberforth gets even more grumpy when he’s sick and he becomes really agitated easily. Bunty is the only one that can tell him to go lay back down and he’ll instantly turn around without fussing.

Bunty took over the Hog’s Head Inn ONE time and never again. There’s a reason she doesn’t work with people.

Bunty took Aberforth to work with her one time and he just gently followed her around. He listened to her talk about each animal and their histories, smiling the whole time. She would tell him when to keep his distance and he would listen, then she would say “ok done” and he would continue his stroll. It was one of his favorite days. (He doesn’t get to take much time off work, but he tries to get someone he trusts to fill his spot for a few hours every few months for this reason only).

Bunty bought him a goat head pin for his vest and he wears it everyday at work.

Aberforth has a habit of seeing things in shop windows in Hogsmeade and just saying “Bunty would like that”. He then proceeds to buy that very item. She loves it every time without fail.

Bunty once convinced Aberforth to wear a matching sweater with her for two hours. There is no physical proof of this event.

Everyone in the bar knows to never disrespect Bunty or they’ll end up like Mundungus Fletcher.

Bunty let it slip that she loved him one night when he was cleaning glasses at the end of the day. She watched him as he became very still and she almost regret saying anything before he looked up at her and did a full teeth smile. Aberforth practically jumped over the countertop after that, racing to pick her up bridal style and kiss her as much as possible.

Aberforth asks Bunty to slow dance with him sometimes by the fireplace in Hogs Head Inn.

Aberforth can personally tell you how many freckles Bunty has.

I would keep going but I don’t wanna over do this one post 😂 Thanks if you actually read even 1/2 of this! Let me know your thoughts as well!

#buntyforth #aberforth dumbledore #bunty broadacre #fantastic beasts #otp: ever so gracious #Bunty fantastic beasts #fbsod #newt scamander #tina goldstein #newtina #mentioned at least

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concealedbybreeze · 2 years

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Nighttime Maneuvers

News begins to travel through the area of the emergence of a true heir, but the conflict does not stop. Many believe that she could not possibly still be alive. Others refuse to yield until she’s instated as the new head of House Marika first. And another… in the middle of the night, you catch wind of an assassin dispatched to find and eliminate the threat to his house’s new power. Stop him, or leave that task to the knights who have accompanied you and try to figure out why some of these other lords seem to know something instead. [ Grants Authority +1 ]

The plan was simple: redirect the suspected assassin with a distraction, and pincer them from multiple angles until they’d give in. Selected for the first role was Lewyn of Silesse, known only to Garreg Mach as a bard of many talents. It was fitting that someone so musically inclined would serve as a distraction, yet his insistence on volunteering worried the secret council formed to take on this mission. Judging him by his appearance alone, the board members thought Lewyn too frail to face the fury of a misguided killer. They knew not of his fighting experience, nor his holy blood, and he intended to keep things that way. It took a great deal of smoothing over, but they were eventually convinced to let Lewyn take on this task. As for why he bothered persisting so much, the death of an heir was something personal to him. He knew well how distraught the commonfolk would be without a proper leader, and was done leaving kingdoms to fall at the hands of conflict. If he wasn’t allowed to lend his aid to Jugdral, he would do so someplace else.

As part of the agreement, however, Lewyn was to be paired up with an exceptional strike-force. This is where Elincia came in. Even a fool knew that her reputation preceded her, and her skills atop a pegasus were second to none. She would serve as the second piece to the pincer attack, and to the war council, she’d be crucial to preserving Lewyn’s life. Of course, he knew in his heart that he could hold his own against an enemy, but he would never turn down the opportunity to meet someone new. Especially not a green-haired pegasus rider. Gods know how much time he’s spent with those.

The council had to be kept brief, on account of only recently having seen the perpetrator, so the two were dispatched in a heartbeat. This left neither of them much time to prepare.

On their walk to the site, Lewyn made one brief stop at the armory so Elincia could equip herself. He wasn’t sure if she had any weapon on her or not, and simply wanted to err on the side of caution. As for his preparations, he merely withdrew a flute from one of his outfit’s compartments. While he waited, he might as well make some light conversation.

“Nervous?” was the first word out of his mouth. It was spoken as he leaned against the door to the armory, signaling to Elincia that now would be the time to grab whatever she needed, “I wouldn’t put it past you. Most missions ain’t life-or-death scenarios. But this isn’t most missions.” His voice sounded soft and calm. The Silessean had no desire to wake anyone with this task, and a gentle tone would help to ease any of the Crimean’s tensions. “If it makes your job easier, don’t worry about protectin’ me out there. The faculty thinks otherwise, but I can stand on my own two feet in a fight. Besides, if I get hurt, I’ll just have gotten what’s comin’ to me. This whole operation was my idea, no?”

He delivered that last bit with something of a smile, before exhaling and kicking off the wall. “The name’s Lewyn, by the way. If this mission goes well, I’d ask that you remember it.”

Regardless of how much time Elincia spent getting ready, Lewyn would politely allow her to take the lead from here on out. In accordance with the plan, she would be going on ahead, so it made sense that he got used to covering her blindside.

@amitieos

#IC #THREAD NO. 5 ELINCIA (NIGHTTIME MANEUVERS)#AMITIEOS

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crystalkleure · 4 years

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I think a very important thing to understand about me is the very specific aesthetic that I absolutely adore more than anything.

I love it when something looks cute and innocent at first, so you assume it is sweet and harmless, and then you are very, very wrong. Ooh, that’s the good shit. Kills me every time.

#Surprise Filth And Gore. It's better than when it's expected.#.It speaks #About me yo #I think I know the reason WHY I love it so much too #I am 5'1'' and very pretty. And AFAB. And I HATE being infantilized. I am not a child or a doll I am a fucking adult here.#I just look cute. Oh well. It just kind of happened. I'm tiny and I have a pretty face.#I am also autistic. Yet another mark in the ''things that make people treat you like a literal brainless infant'' column.#Not to mention my mother raised me and she To This Day does not let me do fucking anything myself.#I am not allowed to cook or clean. Can't do the laundry; can't make food; can't clean up after the pets.#She explicitly thinks I'm just incompetent and won't ever manage to do anything right. She took all of the knobs off the stove. I am 21.#If I am trying to complete a task and she sees me; she will take that task away from me and just do it herself [or try to].#I dismantled my Nintendo Switch and reshelled it and gave it fancy new buttons and everything and she tried her BEST to not let me.#She wanted me to give it to her and let her do it. Even though I'm the one who spent the whole fucking day looking up how to do it right.#I eventually got it done by distracting her the whole time. I kept giving her little harmless things to do so she'd feel like she's helping.#Spoiler alert she couldn't do any of it and got frustrated and abandoned it and I -- you guessed it -- am the one who did it all myself.#If I had given her any Actual Important parts to fiddle with she probably would have broken them and trashed the system.#My Switch looks damn good now btw and I am still very proud of it. And it functions just like it's fresh from the factory. Nothing's busted.#So yeah I hate being treated like a fucking baby more than anything. That Is My Life Though.#So I fucking love it when something that everyone thinks looks Soft And Sweet And uwu babby-ish is actually Exactly The Opposite Of That.#Ideally the ''sweet thing'' never even lied and SAID it was Sweet And Dumb. People just made assumptions that bit them in the ass.

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justlulu · 2 years

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In The Wolf’s Lair

Warnings: dub/con, compulsion, underage sex, smut

Klaus Mikaelson wasn't used to being rejected, not when women had been throwing themselves at him for a millennium, but he couldn't say he didn't enjoy a game of cat and mouse once in a while. A thousand years had taught him patience, persistence, he could wait an incredibly long time to get what he wanted, and eventually, as always, he got it. That is what kept him going throughout the long wait he had to endure to break his curse.

If there was one thing he could not stand, though, that was being made to look like a fool. His troubled childhood had given him enough material to write a whole library about shame and mortification -his own so-called father was to blame for that-, he wouldn't accept even the slightest form of humiliation from anyone.

Klaus wasn't a man to play with. They-she-would find out the hard way.

When she entered the bar that night, a short dress exposing way more skin than she would usually allow-"I look like a total slut, Damon!", but she was on a mission so she would stick to the plan- and a sultry smile on her lips, he acted as if he hadn't expected her to show up. He thought he should be offended by her apparent lack of credit to his intelligence. Did she actually think he didn't understand her intentions?

What she didn't know was that he knew everything about Elena's escape and had already sent two of his hybrids to go look for her. He wouldn't let her know, tonight they would play by his rules.

He offered her a drink and she made a show of contemplating whether to take it or not, as usual.

He watched her take a sip, smiling sweetly at him through the glass, and smelled the perfume he had noticed she only wore on special occasions, mentally scoffing at the idea of him only being special to her when she planned to trick him. The first few times she had presented herself to him out of the blue, forcing conversations to keep him occupied, he had let her believe her tactics of distracting him from whatever poor and likely-to-fail plan they had come up with was working, hoping she would at least enjoy his usually unwelcomed company -joke on him-, and as much as he tried to suppress the feeling, a part of him still wished that was true, but he knew better than to give in to hope. This time, he would beat her at her own game.

He knew she felt something for him, and he knew she was repressing that feeling, whatever it was, because of her friends. She was scared of what they would think of her, scared of betraying them, but that was not enough to justify the way she was playing with his-absolutely obvious-emotions.

She only realized she had made a fatal mistake when his pupils focused on hers, and she could not reject his demands. Her whole body froze when she realized she had completely lost control of her free will, and regretted not taking the vervain that morning. How could she forget when she knew she was walking straight in the wolf's lair?

Her words were robotic when she repeated his instructions, hands sweating at the prospect of what was about to happen-if she was human, she would have died from a heart attack-, and when she was done, he had to fight the itching thought of taking her right there, on the counter, in front of the whole pub, in a show of dominance that, he was convinced, would effectively put her back into her place. Luckily for her, he was feeling generous enough to grant her some privacy for what he had in store for her.

He took her hand and led her to the local's toilets, where he had to compel a woman to leave them alone before she could comment his presence in the lady's restroom. He turned his attention to his pray as soon as she was out.

He didn't bother indulging her with his usual pleasantries (she doesn't deserve them anyway); instead, he scooped her up on the sink at inhuman speed and raised the hem of her dress upwards, spreading her thighs and moving his hand between them. She would have pushed him away, screamed at him what a sick monster he was, if it wasn't for the way her body reacted to him, telling her this was what it needed. Her body seamed to have a mind of its own, and it fought with her rational thoughts until it managed to shush them, forcing her to obey its every want. It was needy, it craved something it had been denied for way too long, and it was taking it now.

The lack of inhibition had her accept his touch, spreading her legs wider to give him more room. He rubbed her through her cotton underwear, making the moist damp the cloth, before moving it to the side to press against her bare sex, satisfied with how quickly he got it wet. He teased her entrance while his lips sucked on her neck, creating a new mark every time one faded. She moaned right in his ear and for a moment the thought of someone opening the door made her uncomfortable, but her mind was soon brought back to him when he started sliding two fingers into her hot channel.

Caroline gripped the counter when he accelerated his speed after adding another finger, stretching her on his hand. She rested the back of her head on the mirror behind her, biting down on her lip to keep herself from screaming too loud. This would not do.

"None of that now, love" His left hand raised to grip her chin, thumb freeing her bottom lip from her teeth, while his hypnotizing eyes locked on hers. "Don't hold back, I want to hear how much you're loving this." Her brain registered his order, and in an instant, her mouth formed an O shape, uttering a shameless whine under his gaze; he grinned at the sight, finally unmasking the repulsed act she wanted to sell.

He fingered her for way longer than he had initially intended, enjoying the way she would grip his forearms in a silent demand to give her a release. Instead, he kept edging her, slowing down every time he felt her core clench around his digits, while his teeth played with her earlobe. She would have to work for her prize.

"Do you ever fantasize about me, sweetheart? In the safety of your room, when you're certain no one can discover your filthy desires?" She nodded without a second thought, his compulsion forcing an honesty he would probably never get from her any other way.

"And, tell me love, do you masturbate as well, while you do it?" He felt his cock twitch in his pants when she nodded again, his brain picturing the blond vampire naked on her bed, trashing at the euphoric peak of pleasure her own hand would take her to, imagining it was his instead.

She blushed a deep red when he suggested she show him how she touched herself, slowly removing his long fingers from her pulsing walls and taking a step back to have a better look.

His gaze was on her the whole time, alternating between her face and her hand moving between her thighs. "Eyes on me, love." She was not sure whether she was more humiliated, or aroused by the situation. He had compelled her inhibitions away, the ones that had protected her from giving in all this time, but he had not forced her to feel the way she did; if this was turning her on, she was the only one to blame. She tried not to dwell on it too much as she kept rubbing two fingers up and down on her clit, unable to avoid his arrogant smirk when she couldn't help the little whimpers that left her mouth.

He was back on her the moment he sensed she was about to come, replacing her hand with his and chuckling at her eagerness when he kept it completely still.

"If you want it so bad, you'll have to take it." He set the challenge, an encouraging hand squeezing her thigh as he waited for her to move. She did so soon enough, bracing herself on his shoulders for support, before her hips started riding his still fingers. He gripped her hair and yanked her head back to look at her face as she fucked herself on his hand, a victorious grin on his lips. Her breaths became heavy when he attached an unmoving thumb to her bundle of nerves, giving her something to grind on. At last, when she was already in the throes of her orgasm, he started moving his long fingers upwards at an unexpected brutal pace, his knuckles beating her wet skin in a embarrassing splashing sound, vehemently rubbing her g-spot until her whole body stiffened, and she squirted a whole lot of fluids on his hand and on the marble counter she was sitting on. Her walls kept spasming when he removed his fingers from her sex, trying to recover from the most potent orgasm she'd ever had. She chocked a gasp when she looked down and saw that her panties, which had never been removed, had taken a darker shade.

"You've made quite a mess, love." He laughed at her shocked expression and internally cheered at the implied knowledge that no one had ever made her come like that-not that he would expect it-. He adjusted the ridiculously wet cloth back on her, and took the opportunity to give her over sensitive clit a tortuous caress as the fabric sticked to her flesh, which made her hips jolt in a vain attempt to escape him. He proceeded to raise his drenched fingers to her mouth then, flashing her a dimpled smile when she unconsciously took them in and sucked, while his other hand fixed her dress. He helped her down and steadied her when her legs trembled, but didn't let her go yet. He had to make sure about one thing first.

"Now, since you made it clear I must remain a dirty little secret, let's see how it goes if you don't remember any of this." He waited for the instructions to make their space into her head, before adding: "And, let's keep this convenient behavior next time we meet, shall we?"

When he told her to leave, she was too shocked to start a fight, so she kept her mouth shut and walked to the door, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he called her again.

"Oh, and Caroline?" She didn't even try to escape his gaze at this point, looking at him with pleading eyes. "No vervain when you come to me." His lips curled upwards as she watched the last glimmer of hope vanish from her eyes, before she turned and left.

He was not sure if all of this had made him feel any better, but he knew it had taught her a lesson.

A lesson he had to refresh the next time she presented herself at him, not even a week later.

She had dared knocking on his door that afternoon, beautiful as always, a radiant smile on her lips as he let her in. He offered her a drink, again, but this time she accepted it the second he handed her the glass, no snarky remarks. She was being kinder than usual, which meant she had to keep this running long. Not that he would complain.

He indulged her in a little small talk, letting her believe she was playing her cards right, before taking things into his own hands by simply looking her straight in the eyes.

She froze, widening her eyes as she realized she wasn't on vervain -how could I forget?-, but had no time to wonder before her brain focused on his words.

"Let's make things simple, shall we? From now on, you will answer me honestly."

That was it. She answered his every question for almost twenty minutes, revealing every little detail of every single plan they had ever formulated against him and his family. So much for not betraying her friends.

Once he was sure there was nothing more he would need to know, he got comfortable on his couch, stretching his legs on the small table in front of him, and folding his arms behind his head. He looked like he had won a war.

"And pray tell me, what brings you here my dear?"

She looked as guilty as she felt.

"I came here to distract you." She could tell he already knew from the unimpressed look on his face. He frowned, feigning a curious glance.

"And how would you manage that?"

"I- " she stopped for a moment, trying to mix the words in the least dangerous way she could, dragging them hesitantly to decipher his reaction."I guess I would just let my presence waste your time."

He smirked at her thoughtful reply. He wouldn't buy it.

"Does the way you're dressed have anything to do with that?" He took a shameless look at her form, the tight shorts she was wearing could have been mistaken for a pair of underwear if not for the fabric, cut just an inch from the juncture of her legs, while the deep cleavage of her T-shirt left nothing to the imagination.

"Yes." She was careful not do add more, but gave up when he raised a questioning eyebrow, pressuring her to continue.

"I thought it would turn you on, which would make you focus on me and so distract you from anything else." She cringed as soon as the words left her mouth.

There it was, his key.

"That's what you're here for, then? To turn me on?" He slowly placed his feet back on the carpet, unfolding his arms to rest both elbows on his knees, hands clasped under his chin as he leant forward.

This time, she couldn't utter the word, because of how fast her mouth had gone dry. She nodded, as a wave of anxiety made its way into her stomach.

"Let's not waste your work then. Come here." He beckoned her to get closer and watched in amusement as she tugged her poor excuse of trousers down on her legs, trying to cover as much as she could afford.

He got up as well when she reached the couch, and circled her until he was behind her. He heard her heartbeat quicken. She was scared, good.

"Let's say you've already succeeded.." He played with one of her golden locks, before brushing it to the side, laying it on one shoulder to expose her creamy neck. "Should we skip to the part where I.." his mouth got so close to her ear, she could feel his lips on her skin. "..focus on you?" He had placed his hands on her sides in the meantime, digging his fingertips in the flesh her short top left exposed.

It was happening again.

Her whole body heat up when his lips moved to brush her neck, peppering her smooth skin with barely-there kisses. If she had to describe it, she'd say it was like waking up as a vampire once again, and experiencing her senses intensify.

When he took her chin in his hand to turn her face, and pressed his mouth down on hers, her mind didn't seem to find a valid enough reason to push him away. Deep down, she was aware of the fact that she wasn't reacting as she thought she would, should she ever find herself in this particular situation -yes, she had thought about it- but she couldn't quite put a finger on why.

Klaus, for his part, hadn't imagined their first kiss to be like that either. He had planned to court her for as long as it was needed, and eventually persuade her to give in and accept her feelings for him. Spontaneously.

This was not spontaneous at all, but it was still real.

She let him open her mouth with his lips, her body makings all the decisions for her, and moaned around his tongue as it dived in and stroked hers, before taking its time to explore her wet cave. His kiss put to shame every single boy she'd dated in her life; sensual to the point she could have come undone just by it. She reciprocated as much as she could, although it was obvious who was the one in control.

Caroline had always had a strong personality, which lead her behavior in her relationships as much as in everything else she did; more than once she'd been the one to make the first move with a guy, the one who'd program dates, make rules ( that she scrupulously kept hidden on her list, because she knew it was insane but how else could she keep track?!) and and make plans. She was the definition of control freak, and as much as she tried -not much, really- she couldn't hide it in the bedroom either, or she'd just never got the chance. It was nice to hand over the reins for once.

Klaus kept devouring her mouth as he flashed them to the nearest wall, pushing her against it and pressing his body on hers as she spread her legs to let him settle between them.

Her bottom lip bled when he bit it, and he was fast to lick the blood off of it. His tongue moved to her throat, where she swore she could feel his lips curve into a smile when she arched her neck to give him more room. She was too aroused to be embarrassed from it. He had been in a rush the previous time at the Grill, too keen on making her surrender, to prove a point, that he hadn't bothered taking his time to explore her body the way he had imagined many times.

He would fix that now.

He was kind enough to pull her top over her head instead of ripping it, letting it fall on the floor before attaching his lips to her chest, sucking at the tender skin to form red marks that disappeared seconds later. He took her mouth again, while his expert fingers unclasped her bra and tossed it next to the shirt, his impatient hands cupping her bare breasts as soon as they were free.

He left her mouth to savour the sweet sound of her moans when he twirled one nipple, and appreciate the way she pushed her chest in his face when he gently took it between his teeth.

He played both buds in his mouth, while her fingers curled in his short hair, until he felt her press her hips against him. He took the hint -that was what he'd been aiming for after all- and helped her out of her shorts before letting her wrap her legs around his waist.

She felt his touch everywhere, his hands stroking her cheeks, her sides, her long legs as they clenched to bring him even closer as she grinded her core against the front of his jeans to find some friction.

He followed her movements, rotating his hips between her thighs, but the tightness of his trousers was soon too frustrating to ignore, so he unfastened his belt and unzipped his jeans to push them down just enough to give his erection more room to rub against her center.

Their lips connected once again, and this time he let himself grunt in her mouth as she slid frantically on his covered member. He knew she was wet when he smelled her arousal, the thin barrier of her panties not enough to hide it from his amplified sense of smell. He dwelled on making her come right there, against the wall, but opted for something more comfortable for them both.

He placed his hands on her glutes and supported her weight as he walked to his large armchair, where he sat, placing the girl on his lap, never disconnecting their lips.

He leant backwards, and encouraged her to straddle him with her core lowering on his erection. She had control over her movements now, and didn't waist time before resuming her previous motion, sliding back and forth on his hardness. She did not remember taking her underwear off, but she was suddenly rubbings her bare sex on his covered one, leaving a dump trail on the fabric.

He had yet to take a single piece of clothing off, and having her completely naked instead, so vulnerable under his hands, before his eyes, made him feel even more powerful -if that was even possible-.

He set back and enjoyed the show.

She looks ravishing, her heavy breasts bouncing with every thrust of her hips, some of her hair sticking to her sweaty face, eyes closed and mouth slightly opened as she sustained herself with both palms on his firm chest. He wanted to capture this moment.

He pinched her tight nipples now and then, earning the delicious high pitched moans he had learned to enjoy. He was this close to filming her and showing her beloved friends how the smart blonde was coping with being the secret weapon; he'd bet the look on their faces would be priceless once they saw how she had rutted on his cock so nicely. He would have chatted about their plans between her moans, and he would have made her reveal their latest trap for him while she came with a cry on his lap. They thought they could fool him and that sole assumption amused and bugged him at the same time.

He was to be feared and respected, not played by a bunch of kids.

He moved his hands behind her to grip her cheeks in a possessive manner, printing his fingertips on her soft skin and roughly slapping it a moment later. She'd never tried, but often imagined, how a little taste of violence during sex would feel like. She knew now, and loved it enough to utter a pleased sob when his hand came in contact with her ass. He repeated the action when he noticed how it made her grind harder on him, every slap serving as a means to ease some of his rage.

The walls echoed her moans, mixed with the sharp sound of his hand landing rhythmically on her skin. He imagined how the scene would look like if his siblings were to come home; Rebekah would find it hilarious, he was certain, watching the vampire she seamed to dislike so much, being spanked as she rode his brother in their living room. Perhaps she'd stop tormenting him for having feelings for the other blonde. "I told you she'd make a good whore, Nick."

And he wouldn't have argued, not then.

Her hands curled around the fabric of his shirt as she quickened her thrusts, seeking the bliss her body longed for.

"That's it, love. Say my name." He rasped as he prepared to watch her fall apart before him.

She didn't take him too seriously, caught up in her frenzy, ignoring his request to keep rocking on him. She soon learned she should have. The control she had was nothing but an illusion, nothing more than a permission he had decided to concede her and that he could revoke whenever he deemed right. Which he did when she wouldn't obey.

She let out an uncomfortable wail when his hands grabbed her hips and abruptly stilled her movements just when she was on the verge of a deep orgasm. She tried not to lose it, furiously bucking her hips as much as she could, but uselessly so, as he raised them just enough to leave her hanging over his crotch.

She wondered how he could manage such restraint as he watched in amusement while she vainly strained to win his force and find what little contact she needed to get her release.

"No.." she lamented as her tensed thighs tried to somewhat maneuver in search of a better position. Useless, he had her blocked in his hands.

"Now now, it's rude to neglect the one person who's making you feel so good, isn't it, sweetheart?" His fingertips tapped on her hipbones as he scolded her.

She nodded, out of desperation he'd say. He wasn't satisfied though, he wanted to see how far he could lead her. So he asked:

"You should be grateful for what I'm giving you, don't you think?" As if riding his cock was a privilege not many were allowed (he would be lying if he said he could count the people who had been in her current position in the past), as if he was doing her a favor; but for her body, inexplicably greedy and starving for his touch, he was. She said yes.

He lowered her pelvis, her sex barely grazing his prominent bulge, and chuckled as he felt her twitch in his hands, frustration clear on her face when she finally submitted, whispering his name.

"There you go! It wasn't t that difficult, was it?" But it was. She was at war with her own thoughts, her body and her brain running in two opposite direction, ripping her apart as she hardly tried to balance the two parts; she wanted him-needed him-as much as she hated giving him the satisfaction of showing how badly she did. Unfortunately for her, that was exactly what he sought.

He seated her on his crotch and took a moment to enjoy her defeat when she realized her predicament hadn't changed at all. She couldn't even roll her hips.

"Do you want to come, Caroline?" He sounded like he was laughing at her, but she didn't have the energy to be upset for that. She shivered at the way her name fell off his tongue, quickly nodding as she felt herself growing even wetter from the anticipation.

She instantly bit her lower lip, but released it as quickly at his chastising look. He guided her hips over him to his own liking, which wasn't hers at all, a snail would have moved faster. He kept his eyes on her the whole time, catching every response that crossed her face, the small winkle between her eyebrows when she narrowed her eyes in concentration, as if she could seize the pulsating pleasure running through her body and somehow amplify it by herself. She couldn't.

What she could do was tense her thighs when he angled her hips so that her throbbing clit would press directly on his hand member, and emit a frustrated sob every time he kept it there, pulsing with need, without the slightest hint of movement.He would make her come when and how he liked, and she would have to keep still and hope the time would come soon.

She guessed it would happen if she begged him enough to have him grant her some mercy, so she swallowed her pride, the small fraction she still had, and pleaded.

When her torrent of "I beg you" and "please" and "let me come" had finally satiated him, he didn't stop sliding her on his groin when she started trembling again, but still, he had her reach her orgasm at such a slow pace, she didn't know if it was the best or the worst sensation of her life.

Her muscles gave up and she found herself slumping forward, where her forehead found his shoulder to rest on. Her whole body kept convulsing as he switched their position, maneuvering her liquid limbs with her knees bent over the two armrests, spread wide to give him a delicious view of her slick labia.

He couldn't help but trace her hot, swollen sex with his finger as he got up, stepping back to admire her spent body, open and satisfied, a smug smirk on his lips. She looked like a Goddess.

She certainly didn't feel like one when she walked out of his door, still wet under her clothes.

The third time it happened, he was in a mood.

The little gang had managed to desiccate him, and before he could bring things back to normal -which was the equivalent of forcing the Bennet witch to put him back in his own body by threatening to dismember Tyler's- he had had the pleasure of witnessing the party she had thrown, to celebrate his apparent death.

They'd had a toast to "a Klaus free life", to which she had smiled and drank, and he had felt his blood boil in his veins as he'd watched her kiss her boyfriend.

As much as Klaus liked to believe himself to be a rational and cautious strategist, always two steps ahead of his enemies and not affected by unnecessary nuisances, such as emotions, even a scheming mind like his got clouded by impulses sometimes.

He was expecting her this time, he had lead her to him after all, and not with a glass of wine to offer.

She found him standing in front of the fire, arms crossed, back turned.

"What the hell is this?!"

He could hear it in her voice, how much she was trying not to lash at him, but the high pitch her chords reached betrayed her. She was pissed, but so was he.

"I thought you liked my art."

"This is not-this is-" she stumbled on her own words, furious and confused, before taking a deep breath and speaking again with the most confident tone she could master.

"This is pathetic. I don't care where your old perverted mind likes to go and I-.. If you thought this..this thing would make me-that I would find it-you were wrong! I have a boyfriend, that I love and-and you..disgust me." She spat out the last word with a deep inhale.

He tried not to focus on the boyfriend part, turning around when she was finished, an arrogant mask taking on his features.

"Do I, now?" His wicked smile made her blood freeze in her veins. "If I recall, you didn't look disgusted in the slightest last time." He stepped closer to her, smirking at the confusion her eyes portrayed. "Quite the opposite, actually."

"You're delusional."

She wished she would feel as convinced as she'd managed to sound, but her fingers started trembling around the paper she was still loosely holding. His next reply confirmed the horrific doubt that was making its way in her brain.

"Oh no, love. I just have a better memory."

Had it been any other day, the hurt look on her face would have made him feel guilty; he could see the wheels turning in her brain as she pondered his words, eyes watering as she stepped back. He intervened before she could jump to conclusions.

"Don't get me wrong, love. It was nothing you didn't want at least as much as me." He joked with his palms high in an act of defense.

She shook her head. "No, I-I would never-"

He was behind her in a flash, brushing off her attempt to dissent with a simple, cutting statement. "Oh, but I know you think of me at night." Her heart thumped in her chest as she swallowed down a gasp, she did not deny it.

"I know you close your eyes and slide your hand down your skin, imagining it was my fingers to slip in your knickers." His murmured right in her ear, a low tone that was threatening and seductive at the same time."Do you let yourself moan my name, love? Or do you keep it hidden behind your lips?"

His arms enveloped her waist as he pressed against her back, rough hands closing around hers, keeping his sketch from slipping from her numb fingers. "Is this what your attitude towards me is about? Is it me that you blame when you can't help coming on your fingers with my name on the tip of your tongue?"

It was a yes, but she didn't say.

He lips brushed the shell of her ear when he spoke. It made her stomach twist and chills run down her spine.

"Is it my fault you need to picture my face when you lay with boyfriend, when he's not enough to get you off?" His voice was hard, confident, and damn her, she couldn't even try to fight him on this.

She would have to convince herself first.

"Do you have to keep yourself from moaning my name when you come? Oh, I would pay to see the look on his face when he realizes you've been wishing it was my cock to pound you."

He pressed his face on hers, his rough beard slightly scratching her smooth skin, their cheeks touching, and he could feel her burning when she flushed in embarrassment.

One hand moved upwards, gripped her chin and forced her to set her eyes on him.

"Now look, and remember."

He directed her gaze to the drawing, and she fell in a vortex of memories. The scenes playing in her mind mixed with the lines of her body, printed on the sheet their entwined hands held. Her image seamed to be moving, graphite details turning into flesh and bones as she suddenly felt the heat hardness of his member under her sex, his taste in her mouth, his breath on her neck, a contrast to the cold marble on the back of her thighs. Her brain registered two powerful orgasms at once, leaving her breathless in the embrace of her secret lover.

The memories dissolved like a puff of smoke, but left her in a haze she was too weak to recover from. Still in a trance, she couldn't register his hands sliding on the smooth skin of her torso, tucking under her bra to cup one full breast. She could still hear his hypnotic voice in her head, sweetly compelling her to "Give in, love. Don't hold back."

She bent her head backwards, leaning it on his left shoulder, when he squeezed her nipple, rolling his thumb on it a moment after. Still caught up in a dream, she let herself breath out his name, as her fingers finally let the drawing fall on the carpet, to slip in her damp underwear. His hand followed hers, guiding her digits on her throbbing clit to press down on it in slow -torturously so- circular motions.

When he spoke, he pulled her from her comfortable daze. "I will give you something real to think of."

Her eyes snapped open as she was brought back to reality; she instinctively clenched her thighs, shutting them, a useless move as his hand, on top of hers, remained between her legs.

Klaus watched the conflict wash on her face, knowing she was pondering whether she could find an excuse, I thought I was dreaming, after all, or give in to the undeniable pleasure she was so close to reach; he made it his goal to have her surrender once and for all.

One hand gripped her hair to turn her face to him, a complaint ready on her lips as soon as she was released from his compulsion. He smashed it with his mouth, pressing his index finger more firmly on her clit to gain a gasp that was quick to follow, and parted her lips to take her mouth fully with his own.

Her protest melted under his tongue; he was way too good with that to think about anything that wasn't his strokes under her palate or the pressure of his full lips on hers. She was damned the second her mouth left a low moan, vibrating from her throat and falling directly in his, giving him the last sign he needed to keep touching her without having to dwell on the dubious nature of her consent later.

Not that he could ignore her arousal, so obvious on his fingertips and intense in his nostrils.

His fingers had enough room to continue working on her clit, while he resumed palming her breasts after removing his hand from the grip he had on her head. She couldn't withdraw from his mouth even if she wanted to.

It was a good thing vampires didn't really need to breathe, because he didn't leave her mouth until she was completely relaxed in his arms, and her legs had finally fell open, and even then she couldn't keep herself from chasing his lips as they parted from hers, drawing a smug chuckle from him.

She had finally stopped her useless resentment towards him. He squeezed one breast harder in a possessive manner he couldn't deprive himself of, leaving five well defined marks where his fingertips pressed on her sensitive skin, before lowering his arm to encircle her torso, blocking both of hers under his iron grip.

"There you go, good girl." He murmured when her hips followed his fingers, eager to press down on them when he gave nothing more than a brush of his knuckles. Her restrained position didn't allow much of a movement, and she was soon struggling to find the right amount of friction her body craved.

He seemed to like making her desperate.

He didn't tease her too much this time, spreading her nether lips with two deft fingers before pushing them in her hungry core, the rest of his hand cupping her mound, keeping her clit and outer lips well stimulated.

His hot mouth traced the length of her arched neck, sucking on every centimeter of it as she mewled right in his ear.

"Please.." He heard her purr, and moved back to her earlobe.

"Yes, love?"

"Faster..please." She squirmed in his arms, part of her anxiously praying they wouldn't have a replay of their last encounter; she didn't think she could endure that torture and not develop some kind of mental disease.

He gave her what she wanted, and she was soon gasping as he built her climax.

She had expected he would edged her, but she hadn't considered he would leave her unsatisfied.

Her pelvis bucked in his arms when he moved his sticky hand away from her, she pressed her thighs together as she'd done before, but the bubble had dissolved and she was left with a maddening buzz in her cunt. The bastard fixed her underwear and trousers for her, as if he wasn't fucking her with his fingers just a second ago, but before she could pick a word from her list of obscenities to spit in his face, he had grabbed both her arms and turned her.

Face to face for the first time that night, he didn't look as arrogant as she'd expected.

"You will come on my cock next time, Caroline." Something in her lower body clenched. "Because that's what you've always wanted." He was dead serious, he wasn't guessing, and at this point, she would look ridiculous if she tried to argue on that. "But you will only knock on my door when you'll be ready to acknowledge that."

His hands left her, and for a moment she thought it was her turn to speak, only, she had really nothing to add to that.

He didn't push her, turning again and walking to the shelves where he had his bourbon. He would have offered her some, but when he turned, she had vanished.

She trashed in her bed, trying to force her brain to stop thinking, stop imagining, and for God's sake stop replaying the night over and over again!

She was still aching in a not so convenient place, because she had refused to give in to the temptation, but it had been three full hours and she hadn't managed to close her eyes; well, she had, but a very skilled tongue had started licking her neck, and she'd had to snap them back open to make it stop.

She tried focusing on the most anti-sexual thoughts, like Jeremy's birthday party when they were 9, but as she remembered the game of hide and seek they'd played in the backyard, the scene had somehow switched to a whole different one, like, how would sex on the grass feel like, and most importantly, would it scrape her back as Klaus banged her on the ground?

She let out a frustrated shout, muffled by the pillow her sweaty neck was wetting, and when she turned her head and looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand, the numbers 4 and 36 looked at her as if they were capable of scolding her for being up too late.

She turned on the other side, closed her eyes, took a long breath, and gave in.

**********

A./N. We have a Klaroline! I know there’s a whole crowd out there that shares my passion for these two because let’s face it, there’s no better ship then this one right here. 😌

xoxo L

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captains-simp · 3 years

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can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet.

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side.

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by.

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while.

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress.

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site.

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas.

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV.

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself.

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved.

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves?

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months.

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything.

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow.

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip.

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back.

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline.

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands.

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently.

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory.

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist.

“So so much.” She added.

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away.

“Always.”

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could.

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you.

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both.

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her.

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste.

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake.

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you.

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked.

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively.

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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Semi-Flayed

Steve Harrington x Reader. Season 3 finale spoilers.

The floor was cold, the atmosphere chaotic. The screams of your friends were drowned out by the fireworks and snarls of the mindflayer. Despite the noise, you clearly heard Billy, or the Mindflayer rather, whisper, “Stay still, it will all be over soon," his words sent ice through your veins. You struggled against his grasp, but it was no use. Realizing the imminence of your demise, you felt an overwhelming sadness, not even for yourself, but for Steve Harrington, the first and apparently last love of your life. As the “flaying” began, he was the only thing on your mind. You hoped that he would survive this, that he would get out of Hawkins, that he would be happy. You hoped-

“Y/N!” Steve screamed as he blew his cover to run to your side.

This caught the attention of Eleven, who managed to use her powers to throw Billy away from you. She fell back against Mike. The rest of the kids were still blasting the mind flayer with fireworks. Steve used the opportunity to pick you up and carry you away from the action.

“Y/n? Can you hear me? You gotta wake up okay? I did not survive being tortured by Russians only to have you be flayed before I could even-” his voice broke, and before he could continue, he was rounding the corner to where Dustin was.

“Shit. Is she okay?”

“I don’t know. Billy - the mind flayer- how do we know if she? What if she was?” Steve tried, but his heart couldn’t even handle the idea of you being lost to him.

“She wasn’t flayed.”

“How do you know?” Steve asked reluctant to be relieved.

“The hive mind is activated, she would be awake and trying to kill us if she was,” Dustin explained.

“Then why isn’t she waking up?”

“I don’t know Steve, but we have bigger problems right now,” he said gesturing to the fact that they were almost out of Fireworks.

Steve hesitantly left your side to help the others and watched in absolute shock as Billy sacrificed himself. It was only moments later that the mind flayer collapsed. It was over. Jonathan hugged Nancy, Mike went to Eleven, Lucas held Max as she cried, and both Steve and Dustin turned towards you.

“Y/n wake up!” Steve tried shaking your shoulders. He lowered his head to your chest to hear your heart beating and feel your breathing, “Y/n, c’mon, I need you to wake up,” he tried again, sounding more desperate.

Before he could continue, the FBI came running in and they were all escorted out. Steve barely managed to convince the EMT to let him ride with you. He was stuck in the waiting room for what seemed like forever, shrugging off the nurses who offered to check out his injuries. Dustin, Mike, Nancy, and Jonathon came in, gathering in silence waiting for any news. The worst part for Steve was when your mother showed up, he had never felt more guilty than when he lied to her about what happened.

Eventually, the doctor came out with a flustered look on his face. He asked for your mom, and Steve quickly stood to join them. The doctor protested, but your mom assured him that Steve should come with her.

“So, I don’t know how to tell you this, but as far as we can tell there is nothing physically wrong with your daughter. She is seemingly in a coma with no cause. As such, there is nothing medically we can do other than sustain her condition if you choose to do so,” he then turned to Steve, “Can you run me through what happened again?” Steve managed to recount his story, trying to ignore your mother's sobs. As soon as he finished, he exited the room in shock, he sunk down to the floor, struggling to breathe, replaying the doctor's words over and over again in his head. His chest was filled with immense pain at the thought of losing you.

He sat there a while trying to calm himself down before forcing himself off the wall and back to the waiting room, where Will, Mrs. Byers, and Eleven had joined the others. All eyes went to him expectantly, but with one look at him Dustin said what they were all thinking, “Shit..."

Steve repeated what the doctor had said, Nancy pulled him into a comforting hug. While the others started brainstorming. There was an hour of outrageous theories until finally, Will realized something, “She wasn’t completely flayed, but the process was definitely initiated.”

“Obviously,” Dustin chimed in.

“But what is flaying? It’s like your identity being ripped away from you and replaced with the host mentality,” Will continued.

“So maybe Y/n’s soul or whatever was separated. Nothing medically wrong with her, because that’s not a physical connection” Mike added.

“So in other words, we have to jumpstart the connection again,” Lucas agreed, and then all eyes shifted to El.

“Do you think you could try to find her? Like you did Billy or Heather?” Mike asked.

“I can try,” El nodded.

Dustin walked over to where Steve was laying with his head in Mrs. Byers' lap. She ran her fingers through his hair like she had for her sons so many times, mind wandering to Hopper. Steve looked so broke, like he had given up any hope.

“We need to get into Y/n’s room, we think we know how to fix her,” Dustin announced.

It was like that swiped a switch in Steve, and he popped up at once, “What do you mean?”

Dustin explained everything to Steve and Mrs. Byers, and then again in layman's terms. From there the whole group formed a plan. Mrs. Byers and Nancy would go distract your mom. Dustin, Mike, and Will would distract the nurses. Steve and El would sneak into your room, while Jonathon kept watch. For once, everything went smoothly.

El was searching the cabinets for something to cover her eyes with, and Steve handed her the red ascot from his Scoops uniform. She went to your side and took your hand, instantly being transported into your consciousness.

It was dark, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Every step she took was echoing, the entire reality was glitching in and out, but there was no sign of you.

“Y/n?” she called out.

The blackness would flash to a scene of you and then back to the nothingness, “Y/n, can you hear me?” El tried again, “I need you to focus on my voice, and I can bring you back. I’ll bring you back home, back to Steve.”

At the mention of Steve, the glitching stopped and El could see you know for the first time, you laid on the ground folded into yourself. You were pale and shaking, looking only a moment away from death. As she got closer she could hear you softly repeating, “Please don't, I'm sorry.” There was no indication that you knew she was there. She touched you lightly on the shoulder, but it didn’t phase you.

“Y/n? We need to get out of here, I need your help,” she tried, again receiving no response. The glitching started again, each time putting more and more distance between the two of you. El knew that you wouldn’t survive it much longer.

In the hospital room, Steve watched as blood trickled down Eleven’s face. He didn’t know why it was taking so long. He tried to get an idea of what was happening through the one-sided conversation that he was hearing, but even that was being drowned out by his fear of losing you, What if this didn’t work? The lights started flickering, the machines in the room going nuts, and then suddenly Eleven called his name, “I need you to talk to her, to bring her back.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Steve, we don't have time, just talk to her!”

“Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend,” he started, feeling extremely uncomfortable, before his emotions took over. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you. I’m here now though, and I need you to come back to me. I need you to wake up, cause you are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you. Not now, not ever. Please Y/n. I love you so much, please wake up." As he finished, everything went black, the entire hospital lost power.

In your head, every nightmare you had ever had was playing through your mind. You were cold and afraid, feeling lost beyond anything you have ever felt. Whatever was happening to you it was killing you, you could feel it draining you. A strange numbness started to overtake you. You weren’t giving up, you were running out of fight. Just as you were trying to prepare yourself for whatever would come next, you heard a familiar voice, “Okay….Uhm...Y/n? It’s Steve. Your boyfriend.” Hearing his voice made everything stop. A warmth filled you, and you forced your eyes open, seeing Eleven.

"El?" you asked weakly.

“You’re going to be fine, I’m here,” she reassured, moving towards you and taking your hand.

The next thing you remember was hearing Steve’s voice, “Are you okay?” he asked, you forced your eyes open to see who he was talking to.

“I’ll be fine,” Eleven reassured him, wiping her nose.

“Everything was going crazy in here and then the power went out...Is she okay now?"

Suddenly Eleven’s face lit up, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

You had never seen Steve turn around so quickly in his life, a wide smile on his face as he practically dove onto your bed holding you like his life depended on it. “Nice to see you too,” you laughed. God did he love that laugh, and that smile, and you.

“I am so glad that you are okay,” he sighed, allowing himself to relax a little for the first time since he had found out about the Russian code from Dustin.

“Are you okay?” you asked running your finger lightly across his cheek. His eye was swollen and undoubtedly painful. His lip was busted and his nose was also bruised and swollen. In other words, he looked like he got into a fight with his hands tied behind his back.

He put his hand over yours and pulled it down to his chest over his heart as he had done so many times before, “It’s worse than it looks, I promise. I’m just glad you're okay.”

You were going to ask him what happened but were interrupted by the kids coming in excitedly. They were vividly telling you everything that happened after you were “Semi-flayed” as Will had coined it. You listened to every word, happy to know that it was all over. Their commotion gained the attention of the nurse, who proceeded to kick everyone out. Well, everyone but Steve who was practically glued to your side.

She went back to find the doctor and notify your mother, promising to bring back the ice that you requested for Steve’s eye. There were more happy reunions, followed by another round of tests, and finally, you were discharged. Joyce took Will, Jonathan, Dustin, and Lucas home. Nancy took Mike and Eleven back to her house. Your mom went back to your house and you went with Steve to his.

You both were exhausted but found it hard to sleep.

“What happens now?” you asked innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“How do we move forward from this? I mean nothing can ever really be the same can it?”

Steve thought for a moment, “I think we grieve and heal, then we start looking for the little victories again until this is nothing more than a memory.”

You nodded, “I love you, Steve Harrington,” you spoke softly.

You missed the grin that spread across his face before he kissed your forehead, “I love you too.”

You laid like that for a while, it didn’t take Steve long to fall asleep. You thought about what he said. Tomorrow would be hard, and the day after that too, but eventually your life would become some type of normal again. You shifted to look at his face, careful not to wake him. You felt a sense of relief, knowing that as long as the two of you had each other, you could work through the rest.

#steve harrington imagines #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve imagines #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert #stranger things imagines #stranger things x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

#Fili #Fili durin #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the company #the company of thorin oakenshield #Fili x reader #Fili imagine

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mamamamadrigal · 2 years

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People make mistakes

Dolores x reader

Summary(?): Basically Dolores being in love with Mariano while she was with you

*Not proof read

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Dolores watched as Mariano walked past, with Isabela's hand in his own. Isabela didn't look too happy, and neither did Dolores. She wondered how it would feel to hold his hand, or how fast her heart would beat if he'd ever look at her the way he does with Isabela. She'd listen to the songs he'd sing to Isabela, often imagining he was singing them to her instead.

And then you came along. You were just like Mariano, viewed as the perfect person because of your kindness and attractiveness. You met her through Isabela, giving her the occasional winks or flirts. Dolores would let you, often flirting back. She thought she'd finally be happy without Mariano the moment you mustered up your courage and asked her out.

Don't get me wrong, she was definitely happy with you at first, but as months passed by, she'd slowly start thinking about him again. Mariano would still be in her dreams, and every poem would remind her of him.

You knew ofcourse, and you were pretty sure the whole village knew about Dolores' having feelings for Mariano. You saw how she would look longingly at him, or how unhappy she'd become if she sees Mariano and Isabela together. You tried not to care, you'd remind yourself that she was with you and not him. But your jealousy slowly got the best of you.

Why wouldn't she look at you the way she did with Mariano?

You'd try to ignore the looks of pity the villagers would give you if you would walk with Dolores. Heck, even the rest of the Madrigals would look at you sadly everytime you'd go to casita to fetch Dolores for a date.

Now, Dolores was okay with public affection, as long as it wasn't anything too inappropriate. The occasional quick kisses or long hugs were fine, but as time went on, the most she'd do with you was to only hold your hand.

You tried not to care, you tried your best to be optimistic and understanding, ignoring the way your heart would ache or how your eyes would water at the thought of her falling out of love with you.

Was she even in love with you in the first place? Or were you just a distraction? You weren't sure.

The last straw was when she called you Mariano by accident. Sure, accidentally calling someone by another name was no big deal right?

Well, not if it kept happening.

"Maria- y/n, could you please help me?"

"Your voice is too loud Mar- y/n"

"Mari- y/n, do you want to walk with me?"

"I love you, Marian- y/n"

Now that, was the last straw. You didn't even bother looking at her as you stormed out of her room, ignoring her pleads and cries. You ignored every Madrigal as you went straight out the door.

The Madrigals were confused, you and Dolores never fought. They went and asked her about what happened, ready to pay you a visit if it you were the reason she was crying.

However, they could only look at each other in pity once they heard that Dolores kept saying Mariano's name instead of yours. They couldn't blame you for storming out, they would've done the same thing.

You hadn't left your house in weeks, not even bothering to open the door when Dolores would go to you and ask for forgiveness, not caring if there were people around.

Gossip was fast in Encanto, so they already knew why. And eventually, Dolores stopped coming.

Your family tried their best to make you happy, not pushing you to go outside, by cooking you your favorite meals and by telling you of gossip they had heard.

They tell you how Isabela broke Mariano's nose, how the proposal didn't go well or how Julieta's youngest daughter was rumoured to destroy the miracle. You had nothing else to do, so you just listened.

The only time you left your house was when your brother informed you that casita fell apart. You weren't ready to face Dolores, but you wanted to help rebuild the casita because the thought of the Madrigals having no home saddened you.

You accompanied the villagers in bringing building supplies to the Madrigals, and the first thing you noticed was Mariano's arm around... Dolores?

It didn't take long to hear from the villagers as you worked together to rebuild the house. Apparently Isabela never wanted to marry Mariano, and Dolores took this as her chance to talk to him.

It went surprisingly well. Wait, weren't you two together?

You asked Dolores if you could talk to her alone, ignoring the look of surprise on her face once she realized you were there.

Once you were alone with Dolores she begged for forgiveness and apologized for not being serious with whatever you thought you had with her. You were unsure if it was even worthy enough to be called a relationship, as neither of you have even labeled it yet.

You wanted to stop seeing Dolores cry, so you let her go.

Her smile was wider when her arm would be around Mariano's, her eyes would shine brighter everytime Mariano would recite one of his poems to her. She was happy with him.

But ofcourse, this meant you had to move on. As long as she was happy, you were happy, right?

#dolores encanto #dolores madrigal x reader #disney encanto

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mviswidow · 3 years

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wanda’s ride

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: SMUT!! porn w plot, thigh riding, a whole lot of teasing, bottom! wanda

Prompt: I was thinking maybe you could do something where wanda is flirting with natasha and other team members and fem! reader gets jealous and decides to... you know "punish" her

Summary: Wanda tries provoking R to get her to fuck her, but it lands her in trouble. A/N: there’s a bit of Sharon slander but pls forgive me, i love her. this is also kind of slow paced, but i wouldn’t say it’s slow paced in a bad way?

Your eyes settled on Wanda talking to flirting with Natasha for probably the hundredth time that night. You knew she was doing it to get a rise out of you, especially since she kept looking at you while she was doing it, leaning closer to Nat as she laughed at whatever she said, putting her hand on her arm to hold herself up.

A few minutes later Wanda came and sat beside you where you were listening to and occasionally participating in the discussion Bucky was having with Maria about weapons or something. To be fair, you were only half paying attention because of how distracting Wanda was being.

Your thighs were pressed against hers in the lounge chair so you could both fit, and your arm ended up around her shoulder. You placed a kiss on her bare collarbone, enjoying the skin you got to see in her off-the-shoulder dress, “Behave yourself,” You warned, placing another kiss at her sweet spot before biting the skin there softly.

Wanda took your hand that wasn't around her shoulders in her own and placed it on her thighs, her hand over yours.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Always so horny, aren’t we, darling?” You said in a low voice, not wanting Bucky or Maria to hear, even though they weren’t paying attention to the two of you anyway, too caught up in their conversation.

Wanda said nothing, but just nodded as you squeezed her thigh and smirked at her flushed face. She’d begged you to just tell Tony that one of you was feeling sick so you didn’t have to go to the party and you could fuck her into the next day. Her goal was to provoke you enough to get you to leave and take her with you and you knew it, but you had much more self control than she did.

You moved your thumb back and forth on the inside of her thigh for a few minutes, listening to Bucky and Maria, sometimes jumping in on the conversation, and other times nudging Wanda for her to say something.

She wasn’t listening so most of the time she just agreed with whatever she’d heard last. She was trying to think of something that would push you over the edge and get you to drag her out of the room.

Eventually, Steve came over to talk to Bucky and Tony had called you over, so the two of you had separated again.

Wanda was growing frustrated because no matter what she did, you would just smirk at her or stare stone faced. She was really horny after working herself up, thinking of all the ways you would ruin her. There was probably an hour left of the party when she got an idea, hoping that it would work.

Finally, your expression changed when she walked over to Sharon, starting up a conversation. She knew how you weren’t particularly fond of her. You didn’t hate her, but you hated the way she would look at Wanda sometimes when she happened to be in the training room while the two of you were training. And you despised the way her eyes flicked to Wanda’s cleavage when she got closer to her. Your eyebrows shot up when you saw Wanda put her hands on Sharon’s waist, and Sharon looked like she was thanking Wanda, so you assumed your girlfriend had complimented her, but you were having none of it when you were worried Sharon would put her hands on Wanda.

“For fucks sake,” You muttered, excusing yourself from Tony and Natasha, which made them laugh when they saw what Wanda was doing to get you riled up, before going over to where she was standing with Sharon beside the bar, your heels clicking on the floor.

Wanda backed up when she heard you getting closer, and when you put an arm around her waist before kissing her temple, she smiled at you, “Hi, sweetheart.”

You hummed in response before turning to Sharon, greeting her quickly to get the niceties out of the way, nodding at her half smile. “Do you still not feel well, my love? I finally convinced Tony to let us back to our room now that things have died down.”

You almost smirked at the excited look in Wanda’s eyes, but you just moved your arm further down her waist, letting it rest right above her ass while you both said goodbye to Sharon and made your way to the elevator.

You took her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to her knuckles and walked inside, clicking the button to your floor.

Neither of you spoke and the tension was thick, but you just stood there leaning against the wall, playing with the rings on Wanda’s fingers, thinking of all the things you could do to her, knowing she was reading your mind.

Her breathing had become irregular and her face was red, her lips slightly parted, and you noticed her thighs pressed together when you thought of ramming into her with her favorite strap-on.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. You smiled and let Wanda leave first, opting to slap her on the ass playfully, which made her giggle, as you made your way into the kitchen and took a banana from the fruit bowl, peeling it and taking a bite of it as you watched Wanda shift uncomfortably on the barstool.

“What are you doing?” You asked after you swallowed your first bite.

A look of confusion played on her features and she tilted her head, “Nothing, I’m just waiting for you.”

“Go get changed for bed, just panties and a t-shirt. When you’re done I want you to come back in here and have a snack. Once you’ve done that you can come back to our room,” You instructed and watched Wanda get up and walk to your room as fast as her feet could carry her without breaking out into a run, which made you chuckle.

On your way to the room you shared with Wanda, she was passing you in the hallway, and you gave her a little smile. She looked so soft, her makeup had been wiped away and her wavy hair was resting over her shoulders, the hem of her shirt just covering her bottom.

You almost stopped her, wanting to kiss her, but you refrained from distracting yourself and her, knowing that she would try to eat quickly and you didn’t want her to make herself sick or anything.

Once in your room, you changed out of your clothes from the party and put on underwear, a pair of sleep shorts, and a tank top that you often wore to bed. You wiped away your makeup and fixed your hair so it would stay out of your face before picking up the book you’d been reading from your nightstand and going from where you were.

After a few short minutes, you heard the door open, but you didn’t look up until you’d reached the bottom of the page you were on, noticing that Wanda was still standing at the door, looking unsure of what to do.

“Do you need something?” You asked innocently with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just thought we were - you know, that you would-”

“Spit it out, baby,” You interrupted.

She looked flustered and you had half the mind to laugh at her, “I thought you were going to punish me.”

You nodded and looked back to your book, “I will.”

She chuckled and finally closed the door, walking up to the bed and sitting on her knees in front of you, clearly wanting your attention. “Are you just going to make me wait?”

“I’ll leave you untouched for a week if you’re going to be a brat about it,” You challenged, looking up at her.

“I’m sorry,” She apologized immediately, panic in her eyes. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

You smiled, pleased at her response, and leaned up to kiss her. She tried to work you up, doing the little things she knew you loved, and you teased her back just as much, biting her bottom lip, brushing your tongue with hers. You squeezed her lower lip between your lips as you pulled away from her, making her smile.

“So are we-”

“If you want to get off right now, the only way you’ll be doing it is on my thigh,” You deadpanned, looking back down at your book and moving your thigh closer to her.

“What, while you just sit there and read?” She scoffed.

You sighed, feigning annoyance, “Would you rather I get the strap out and make you cockwarm until I finish my book? I have around 100 pages left, you’d be there for quite a while, my love, just dripping onto my lap.”

Wanda shook her head, as much as she loved cockwarming for you, “I need to cum, babe, please. If I ride your thigh will you let me?”

“Probably,” You shrugged. “Take your panties off before you get on,” You said, tapping your thigh before you flipped the page of your book. You were only half paying attention, it was really hard to read while your girlfriend was ready to beg you to fuck her, but you knew how much she absolutely hated the lack of attention you were giving her, so you considered it worth it.

You felt her weight leave the bed for a second, and she hurried to get her panties off before getting back on and carefully straddling your thigh that had been waiting for her and placing one of her hands on your shoulder and the other on the bed next to your leg.

You bit the inside of your lip when you felt the wetness from her cunt on your skin, she was dripping and you were itching to comment on it, but stayed silent until you heard her sigh, relieved that she could finally get what she needed, whether you planned on helping her or not, “Oh, I wouldn’t get too excited yet, princess, I can’t make it too easy for you, now can I?”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You opted to ignore her attitude, “By the end of the night, your ass is going to be nine different shades of red after that little stunt you pulled tonight. We’re only getting started with this.” You said, and you couldn’t resist looking at her, an exasperated look on her face.

“You’re cruel,” She whined.

You hummed in agreement and slapped her ass with your hand, which made her hips jerk forwards, “Move.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice. She immediately started moving her hips back and forth, spreading her wetness on you. You felt her fingernails dig into your shoulder blade and it wasn’t long before soft sighs were escaping her mouth, “What, does that feel good, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” She nodded, closing her eyes, and finally moaned. Quietly, yes, but it was your favorite thing to hear, so you didn’t care.

“Good,” You smiled and flipped your book onto yourself before taking the hand that was on your shoulder and removing the rings on her fingers off, seeing that she’d forgotten to do that in the haste of getting herself ready for you, which made you chuckle. You reached over and dropped them on the nightstand, hearing them clink together as they landed on the wood. “Now, hands off, princess, behind your back or on your thighs, your pick.”

She nodded, too turned on to protest, and put her hands behind her back, never stopping the movement of her hips. That didn’t last long though, and she only kept her hands behind her back before they fell to her thighs, gripping the bottom of her shirt and bunching it up, which gave you the most beautiful view of her clit bumping against your skin.

You noticed her pace had quickened, and you put a hand on her waist, “Slower.” You flipped your book back up to read, but you weren’t paying very much attention, it was merely for theatrics.

You kept one hand at her waist, since she was having trouble keeping the rocking of her hips slow, this was her punishment, you couldn’t make it too easy for her. You almost felt bad for her with how incredibly slow you had her going. Almost. Both of you knew she wasn’t going to cum like this, but you’d give her what she wanted eventually. The only sounds in the room were her whines and quiet grunts, and her head was down, chin almost touching her chest.

After a minute of her grinding slowly, you let her move her hips faster, you didn’t want to tire her out too quickly. Once she was going at a steady momentum, you removed your hand from her waist and smiled when she kept going at the same speed, “Look at that, who knew my best girl could be so independent?”

Wanda’s head lifted so she could glare at you, but you just smiled at her proudly and went back to your book, but you jerked your leg up while she was rocking forward, making her moan from the pressure on her clit.

“You can go faster now,” you mumbled, turning the page of your book, smiling when you got to the exact page you’d been waiting to find.

She moaned and complied, her pussy practically begging for release. You smirked as you felt her juices dribble down your thigh, “Look at that, Wands, you’re making such a mess.”

You put your finger in between the pages and shut your book, using your other hand to wipe upwards, collecting her wetness on your fingers and bringing it to your mouth, moaning when you tasted her on your tongue. God, you couldn’t wait to devour her later. Wanda whimpered at the sound of your moan and her hips started to move a little faster, and you let her.

“Hey, baby?” You hummed, wanting her attention on you.

Her eyes opened, and she looked at you, hoping that you would finally tell her you would take care of her, or that she’d been so good for you and now she could finally have what she wanted, but you said none of that. You simply turned your book towards her, pointing at a paragraph at the top of one of the pages, “Can you read this page out loud for me?”

Wanda grunted, tired, horny, annoyed, and frustrated, but took the book in her hands, moaning when she read the first two sentences in her head. You were making her read a lesbian fucking sex scene and she had never hated or loved you more.

You smirked at her as she tried to read coherently, but she was almost done, “Kate’s tongue licked a stripe up - fuck- up Alice’s center and flicked her tongue against her clit.” Wanda let out a whine and her pleading eyes met yours.

“Give me two more sentences, darling. I’ll let you fuck yourself on my thigh when you’re done, I promise,” You nodded, urging her on.

Her shaky voice continued, and you could tell she was struggling to focus, “God, Alice pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her moans, but as soon as she did, Kate pulled back, bit at her thigh. ‘Let me see,’ she- she murmured. fuck- ‘Please.’” She moaned once more and you took the book from her, tossing it to the nightstand.

“Fucking, finally,” Wanda groaned, as you sat up straighter.

Her hands surged forward and she pulled you towards her, not being able to stop herself from kissing you feverishly. You kissed her back, but not for long. You turned her head with your hand a little and started kissing down her jaw to reach her neck before starting to suck at her neck with the intention of marking her.

“Babe, fuck, don’t do that, they’ll see tomorrow,” Wanda moaned, but it didn’t seem like she cared that much, because she brought a hand up to grip your hair and her hips were moving faster.

“Good, I want them to. Maybe that bitch will learn to stay away from you then, hm? Or did you forget what got you into this? You don’t exactly have the grounds to tell me what to do right now, my love,” You smirked and nipped at the skin besides the hickey you just made.

Wanda’s hips jerked forward and her grip on your hair tightened, almost painfully, “Please,” She whimpered.

Your thigh was coated in her juices and the slickness was making it harder for her to get any friction on her clit.

“Do you want some help, princess? Is that it?” You teased, already starting to suck a new hickey above her collarbone.

She whined, “Yes, please.”

“Say it, I want to hear you say it,” You mumbled against her sweaty skin.

“Let me get off on your thigh while you play with my clit, god- please,” Wanda’s head dropped to your shoulder, but her action was short lived, because you detached your mouth from her neck, tilted her face up, and brought your thumb up to her mouth.

She parted her lips and sucked in your thumb, swirling her tongue around it and getting it wet with her spit, not that it would need to be already wet once it got down there.

You kissed her shoulder and tapped the side of her face with your other fingers, signaling for her to open her mouth.

You brought your thumb down to her clit and started rubbing slow circles, and she reacted immediately, moaning loudly and whining something in Sokovian.

You increased your pace and her hips sped up, knowing that she was close because she only started speaking in Sokovian in bed when she was going to come. She was moving almost erratically, and all she could do was babble in her mother tongue and moan at your ministrations.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted to see what I would do when I got mad, yes? You wanted me to make a mess of you? I think I’ve done just that, darling, I’ve reduced you to just moans and babbles.”

She nodded frantically and bucked her hips on your thigh. You kissed her and swallowed some of her moans, and at this point you were probably dripping onto the bed, too.

“‘M close, please,” She begged, needing release after being teased relentlessly.

“Take your shirt off,” You instructed, and she did immediately.

You took a nipple in your mouth, switching between biting it gently and swirling your tongue around it, and you used the hand that you weren’t using to rub at Wanda’s clit to tease the other nipple in your hand, making her back arch, almost dramatically.

She cursed in Sokovian and groaned, her movements jerky and you could tell how tired she was, “Please, ‘m gonna cum, babe, please-”

You lifted your head up from her nipple, but continued gently pulling at the other in between your fingers. Your noses brushed together as you kissed her again, before pulling back, “Go on, come for me, show me that you can follow instructions so this doesn’t have to happen again.”

Wanda moaned and her back arched, your thumb continuing to work at her clit until the tenseness in her body snapped and she let out a strangled cry as she came on your thigh.

You were quick to leave her nipple and put your arm behind her, supporting her weight as her hips slowed, and you kept working at her clit slowly until her hips stopped completely and her body was relaxed.

She was panting heavily and her head had rested on your shoulder. You chuckled airily and kissed the side of her face, “You did so well, pretty girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda smiled at your praises and mumbled out a ‘thank you’.

You knew you had to give her a break before going at it again, so you let her slump against you as your fingers danced along her spine and you continue to whisper praises in her ear.

Once she’d calmed down she pushed herself off of you and tried to settle into bed.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a single eyebrow raised.

“I’m sleepy,” She said simply and looked up at you.

You tutted and shook your head, “Oh, no, baby. I was serious, I’m not done with you. Your ass is going to be real tender tomorrow morning.”

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Like the back of my hand - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky and Steve explore your praise kink.

Warnings: smut, praise kink, poly!relationship, threesome

A/N: this is the beginning of my original plan for kinktober. Obviously, I wasn’t able to get it done in time, but I’ll keep working on it and sharing what I have written so far with you guys! The idea behind this story is that it can be read as the continuation of either somewhere only we know or put it all on me. Some will make more sense with one storyline than the other, but both can be considered the beginning of this one, if you’re willing to look over some minor sentences. I think it can also be read by itself? You’ll tell me. Either way, I’m compiling all of the stories that are a part of this shared universe in a single masterlist called ‘a shared future’, so that’s where this header come from. Let me know what you thought of it!

Bucky’s P.O.V.

I watched her sleep peacefully while I pondered over how lucky I was to have an incredible husband and now this incredible woman to shower with love.

A presence behind me cast a shadow over the dimly lit room and I looked over my shoulder to find Steve also looking at her, soft eyes denouncing just how he felt for our best friend.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” His hand ran up my arm until it could caress my cheek, and I turned my head a bit to the side to press a kiss on his palm.

“She really is.” We stood there admiring her quietly for a bit, just silently admiring her beauty until he decided to slowly unwrap her legs and take a position between them, licking his lips at the sight of her overflowing cunt.

“Look at how debauched she looks,” he commented, glancing at me with a smile. “So much cum covering her body… I don’t know about you, but my mouth’s watering. I’m damn hungry.”

“What are you waiting for? Go get some breakfast,” I whispered as I took a hold of his strands, burying his face in her cunt just as she woke up with a gasp.

“What?” She exclaimed, eyes wide as she met mine before following my line of sight and finding my husband between her thighs, licking at her pretty little pussy and the remnants of last night. “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, throwing herself back against the bed as Steve and I chuckled.

One arm covered her eyes as her thighs quivered under Steve’s hands that massaged her muscles, until she chanced a glance up at me, biting her lower lip in that way she did when she had something she wanted to say, but didn’t quite have the courage to do so just yet.

“What’s up, doll?” I asked, pulling the bottom lip from its prison so I could suck on it before parting to allow her to answer me. It took her a while to catch her breath, blinking a few times while her hips jutted up to drown Steve as he kept on lapping on her, but eventually she did voice what it was that had been concerning her.

“Y-you really are excited to keep this going.” The tone of her sentence left no place to mistake it: it was a realization, she truly didn’t believe that would be the case at all. Thankfully, me and Steve seemed to have the same reaction, as we each reached for one of her hands, him lacing their fingers together while I pressed a gentle kiss on the back of the one I held.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“What do we have to do to make you realize we’re in this for the long run, baby girl?” His words were like balm, soothing and exciting as Steve kept licking on me, undoubtedly feasting on the spent of what they left in me during the night.

“We want to keep you forever,” the blond man assured me, only momentarily parting from my taste before his tongue was back inside of me, making me groan in the pleasurable frustration of being eaten out so early in the morning - and after so many late-night orgasms.

“W-why?” I couldn’t help but ask. I knew I was being insecure - a part of me only they really got to see, as my best friends in the entire world.

But this time it was different. This time I was bearing my soul, the most intimate and vulnerable parts of me - quite literally, I was reminded as Steve sucked on my clit.

And I was terrified.

But I knew they wouldn’t let me fall down that trap. If there was something I was sure of when it came to Bucky and Steve, it was that when they knew what they wanted, they would stop at nothing to get it.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t you see?” Bucky asked, scooting further down the bed until he was eye-level with me, cradling my face between his hands. “You’re such a good girl for us, we wouldn’t want anybody else.”

With one last slurp between my thighs, Steve slowly climbed up my body, kissing my skin each step of the way until he was hovering above us.

“We want you to keep being our good girl,” he joined in, wet thumb brushing over my cheekbone until he grinned wickedly and leaned over me to lick the juices he’d rubbed off my skin.

“And we’ll reward you with plenty of orgasms,” Bucky assured me - as if I doubted that for even a second. “What do you say?” His hand had reached between my legs, occupying the space between my body and Steve’s to play with the same spot his husband had just left.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned, distracting me even further as I chuckled, legs instinctively opening wider to accept his caresses as Steve captured my lips in his, giving me a taste of myself. “So perfect, doll. Why wouldn’t we want you?”

The compliment excited me in a way I didn’t expect. And Bucky felt it, in the way my pussy clenched around his digits, and Steve knew, by the way my chest heaved when our lips finally parted.

“Do you have a praise kink, pretty girl?” Steve’s smile was warm, almost burning against my overheated skin. I’d never realized it before, but as I laid there, getting ravished by my two best friends both through touches and words, I was pretty sure that I did.

Steve’s cock entered me when I least expected, his hands holding mine against the bed as Bucky kept playing with my clit. His lips found mine while Steve kept sucking bruises all over my skin, paying special attention to my breasts, and all the while they whispered tiny little words of praise that went straight to my head, adding to my arousal.

“Beautiful,” “Gorgeous,” “Sexy”, it all brought me to an earth-shattering release that was surely the result of a whole evening of being brought to bliss over and over again, but into this one last satisfying climax. When I was able to breathe again, I found them patiently staring down at me, waiting for my response.

And if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t have to think too much about it. No one had ever come close to satisfying me the way that they had, in the single night we shared. And I knew I’d never love and trust anyone the way that I already loved and trusted them.

“Yeah,” I whispered, looking from one man to the other. “Yeah, I’ll be your good girl forever.” Being with them felt like coming home after a long trip through the desert. I owed it to myself to give this relationship a try.

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kissbentennyson · 3 years

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I have no idea if you'd do this but I need a nega ben x reader. He's my favorite out of the alternates. A softer one shot would be nice but whatever you're feeling is good too! I'll take any content I can get!

*Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica begins to play* Yeah me too.

Nega Ben x Reader | reader uses they/them pronouns, but dresses femininely.

Spill

He’d been waiting all day, and I mean, all day. Classes always seemed to drag on and on longer when he wanted something, and sure, he could have skipped. But that would have taken too much effort not to get caught. He isn’t afraid of the cops or the school administration… But dealing with his parents? Yeah, no. Not worth it. He’d b-lined it across Bellwood, all the way to the “café” he frequented. Truthfully, it wasn't much of a café seeing as how they specialize in more smoothie like drinks, but whatever. It has been rather crowded, too crowded, and everyone just wanted to get in then out.

He should have expected to bump or get bumped into someone, but it didn’t dawn on him until his espresso smoothie was all over your bright pink, fuzzy sweater. Both of you stood there with slack jaws and wide eyes as the brown liquid dripped from your chest and down onto an equally as pink lolita-esque skirt. It looked expensive, not in a daddy's money way, in a “I saved up to buy this” way. And so, he was prepared for hell.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!”

When it left you, Ben was confused. “Gosh, I should have been looking where I was going… But I was too distracted. Ugh, I-” You were flustered , more than actually, embarrassed is the correct word. “Um… Give me a second and I'll buy you a new one…”

“What?”

Watching as you tried to pat away the coffee with one of the recycled paper napkins the café gives out, a million thoughts passed through him. Of course he took the offer, he wanted that coffee. The line was a lot shorter this time around, and got by a lot quicker too. You ordered for him as he zoned out suddenly looking over your shoulder at him. “What?” He asks, watching you get even more flustered. “I just asked if you wanted anything else. Do you?” “Oh, uh, yeah.” he clears his throat, raising his voice. “The kale chips.”

You both walked out together, your head was down and you watched your shoes as you walked. “Again, I’m really sorry.” He glances at you with a slight side eye as he sips on the coffee, this was the gazillionth time you’ve apologized in just the last few minutes. “It’s… whatever.” He lets out a quick and breathy chuckle. “You apologize to me, but I ruined your sweater.” All of the sudden, your embarrassment seemed non-existent. A light and bubbly laugh leaving you. “Ruined? Oh, trust me, I’ll be just fine. I've dealt with worse.”

“Anyways! I have to get home and change, It was nice meeting you!”

The lunch room was beyond packed, packed like the reunion tour of a popular punk band from the 2000's. The doors and tables overflow with hungry and impatient mouths. You had managed to get in before the rush and snag a serving of less than okay school food, but by the time you got out of line, they had all flooded in. People had no concern for others around them, pushing and shoving like toddlers over toys, and you were getting the brunt of it. Not actually, but it sure felt like it.

You were halfway across the room and were looking around the tables for a free space- but it was too late for that already. A body slams into yours hard, you hit the ground as your food falls and splatters all of the chest of the sweater you had just gotten the coffee stain out of. Feet come down around you as you struggle to get up, the other person now looming over you. “Could you have watched where you were going!?” This whole situation was not intentional, but they had no right to get angry at you for that.

You felt the tips of your ears heat, unable to answer. Her eyes bore down on you as she sways with every passing body bumping into her. Suddenly, you feel a hand grab the back of your sweater and pull you from the ground, as if they were scruffing a cat. “Or, maybe you could stop play fighting with your friends in the cafeteria, like a bitch.” Her jaw drops and her freckled face goes red with embarrassment, obviously on the fact that she can't pawn her mistake off on someone else this time. The voice was rather monotone- in a way- compared to the words spoken. And rather familiar.

When you look up it’s the guy from the café, his neutral expression was a thin vale to hide his irritation- at least to you. His hand still had a grip on the back of your shirt, it was a firm hold, and it made you just a tad bit nervous. You swallow as the person swallows her embarrassment, rolling her eyes desperately to try and hide. “Whatever freak, sorry…” she turns and disappears into the crowd. You watch her do so, completely shocked at the situation at hand. Your lips part to say something, but his grip on your sweater releases, being replaced by an arm around your shoulder. Suddenly, you’re being dragged through the crowd and towards the cafeteria door.

He walks you out into the hallway, which is mostly empty at this point. “Thank you.” you choke out through the lump in your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps walking with you- and you aren’t in any position to object.

Eventually you reach the stairs. Under it is a mostly empty black backpack, and there’s a light reflection of gold from inside. The weight of his arm leaves your shoulders and he walks ahead, sliding under the stairs and sitting with his back to an old AC unit. You hesitate for a moment, you’ve only met this guy one other time… maybe you should just wait…… nah.

Sliding under the stairs right after him, you sit straight across from the guy. He’s already looked away. “I think we have third period together. Your name is Ben, right?” His phone is already out, and he’s scrolling through it. “Well I'm…” you give him your name, and all he does is look up at you with a nod before going back to his phone. The volume is low, but there are noises coming from it, ones you recognize. “Is that the Sumo Slammers mobile game?” There was no judgement in your voice at all, and suddenly the losing end sound plays.

The corners of his mouth twitch. “Yeah?” “My little brother is obsessed with that series. He says that the mobile game isn’t that good, but he still played it to the end.” He let out a little huff like laugh through his nose, pressing the power button and finally giving you his full attention. “Yeah, maybe the old one wasn't that good, but this one is a new release- Doesn’t even have dubbed lines yet.” He clears his throat, slouching a bit as his hands slide into his pockets. “Actually, it’s not fully released in the states yet. I got pre access to the game.” He watches you smile, and suddenly there's a slight tense feeling in his chest.

“That’s really cool, are you a beta tester or something?” He shrugs. “No, and it’s whatever.” He glances away, gaze holding on the wall. “Well I think it’s really cool, especially since it's a series you like.” “How do you know that?” His gaze snaps back to you, suddenly defensive. “Your backpack is open and the sun is reflecting off of the cold backing of the trading cards.” You lazily point to the stairs above you, and there is the reflected image of the symbol on the cards. “Those are the collectors additions, from japan. I know because I’ve been looking for that exact deck for my brother.”

You watch as his cheeks dust a light pink color, lightly nudging his bag so it falls over. He starts avoiding eye contact, leaning back fully against the old AC unit. “Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be cleaning up your sweater?” You lean back against the stairs. “Yeah, maybe. But I think you’re kinda cool, and I’d like to stay.”

It was rather silent the rest of lunch, when you tried to hold a conversation- he would end it with short answers that gave you nothing to build off of. The bell rings above you like the screech of an angered bird. You both get up, him raising from the floor before you. You brush the dirt off of the back of your thighs, the light sound of unzipping catching your attention. You watch as the zipper of his hoodie comes down as he pulls it. Yanking it off of his shoulders, revealing the greenish-grey long sleeve he had under it.

“Here. Even if you get the food off, it’ll still stain.” He hands you the coat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder, the already open flap lolling open even more. “Oh, thank you, I don’t know what to sa-” “Don’t. Don’t say anything. This never happened.” He walks past you and into the crowd of students, with his head down.

You watch as he does so, eventually looking back down at the hoodie in hand. You feel your face just slightly twinge with heat. “Yeah… Alright.” You say under your breath as you rush off to the nearest bathroom to scrub the food scum from your sweater.

It was a game day.

Not that he kept track of that, he had never been into football. Once upon a time he played soccer, but after he got the Negatrix any hopes of that former love returning was gone. Ben knew it was game day because his cousin was in her cheerleading outfit- and it was no were near time for cheer competitions. Her makeup was done and her strawberry blonde hair was pulled up, and she sat in the front seat of her boyfriend's car chatting to said boyfriend about the routines she had to do.

Ben sat in the back, as he always did, waiting for the drive to be over. It came soon enough as the car pulled into the drop off area in front of the school, slowing to a stop. Neither Tennyson waited for it to fully stop before opening their doors. He got out, closing it with a slam and without a thank you. Gwen still leaning in and talking. The chatter of the hoard of tired teenagers flocking into the building almost drowned out the shouting of his name.

Almost.

He groans, looking over his shoulder, spotting the mass of pastels jogging towards him with something in their arms. “I’m so glad I got here on time! They were packed this morning- and I thought I'd be late- but I made it.” In your arms is his hoodie and an espresso smoothie. You hand him your gifts with a large smile. “I um, washed the jacket for you. Thanks again.” The bell rings and you give a quick wave before pushing into the school building yourself.

His jaw hangs slack, looking down at his freshly cleaned jacket- lint free, folded, and still warm- and the smoothie. When he moves there's a light cracking from inside the jacket, like the sound of a chip bag. He pulls back one of the folds and there is a bag of kale chips, stuck to it is a yellow sticky note written on with a pink gel pen. A phone number with “See you at lunch.”

“Who was that?” Ben looks over at his cousin, an impressed smirk on her lips.

“You’re getting mileage out of this, huh?” “Soooo much.”

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