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amazingmaeve · 11 months

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FINDING COMFORT

queen maeve x fem!reader

summary — after maeve was ruthlessly outed by homelander vought had the bright idea to make one of the first sapphic superhero couple. that’s where you come in, and since you’ve been out vought has used you for profit so it’s not much of a surprise, what surprises you is the feelings that grow between you and maeve.

warnings — smut, oral (r receiving ), scissoring, some, bits of angst, fluff, and vought and Homelander just being really annoying

word count — 6,240 words

authors note — im so excited for this I’ve been wanting to write for her since I first started watching and finally I got to its. anyways I hope you enjoy this and happy reading. gif credits. also got some inspiration from @venus-haze fic kick it out so if you hadn’t read that please of because it’s amazing!

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“Are you fucking crazy,” Maeve snapped as she stood in front of Ashley with her arms across her chest. Her face hardened as soon as Ashley said those stupid words. Maeve could feel the blood inside her start to boil and she had to refuse to punch her in the face.

“I’m sorry this is just what The Seven needs their first lesbian-,” Ashley began to say.

“Bisexual,” Maeve interrupted with a glare in her eyes.

“Bisexual superhero in The Seven and in a relationship with another woman. The world will love this, it will bring a whole new meaning to girl power,” Ashley ranted as her face was filled with excitement.

“I’m sorry I’ve done this shit already with Homelander why would I want to do this again,” Maeve questioned as the word ‘Homelander’ came out her mouth, er stomach was burning with vile and chest filled of vitriol towards the man who thinks he’s the best thing to ever be conceived.

“This will be different, this girl isn’t like Homelander, she’s actually not murderous and she won’t cause as much drama as him,” Ashley defended the idea she came up with.

Maeve sighed as she stood in Ashley's office, she didn’t know what to do, she hasn’t been with a girl since Elena, and yeah she’s had lots of sex with guys but girls are different. She had such a strong bond with Elena and she didn’t know if she could do it over again with this girl Ashley was talking about.

Not to mention that Homelander is a jealous prick even though Maeve and him aren’t together, he’ll cause her life a living hell and this girl as well. Maeve didn’t know if she could bring this random superhero into this already heated up drama.

“You know what Homelander is like,” Maeve muttered knowing that he could be listening at any moment and barge through the door. “You know what he might do to this girl and you want to bring her into this,” She questions.

“Trust me he won’t do anything,” Ashley reassured Maeve. “And plus I think this girl can handle her own,” She says.

“Who is the girl anyway,” Maeve asked, as she was piqued with curiosity. There weren’t many openly gay superheroes and she doesn’t have enough willpower to recognize all of them or she just wasn’t interested.

“Oh it’s The Traveler,” Ashley whispered and Maeve nodded. She’s heard of you, of course, you were one of the few lesbian superpowers. She knows that you can travel between time and make portals to travel place to place.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Maeve's head snapped towards the direction and Ashley said, “Come in,” and you came through the door.

You walked through the door and Maeve couldn’t deny that you were a beautiful woman. You were dressed in your superhero costume, a black skirt and a black leotard for a top and leather jacket to cover it. There were purple gems glittering all over your outfit and the end of the outfit was topped with some black boots.

“Can you hurry up Ashley I don’t have all fucking day,” You snap as come to walk next to Maeve without even giving her a glance.

“I know you probably heard that Queen Maeve here is now part of the LGBTQ+ community and we wanted to make something good out of it,” Ashley told you and you rolled your eyes.

You had great sympathy for Maeve as she was outed on public’s television at the hands of Homelander and if you were in her position you would have never worked with a man as vile as he is. But you understood that getting out of the Seven and getting out of Homelanders sight is a hard thing to do.

Plus she wasn’t hard on the eyes.

“You mean you want to capitalize on her sexuality,” You say, letting your arms fall to your sides. It wasn’t surprising since it was what they do to you all the time. Having you do commercials for Vought as one of the lesbian superheroes. It was especially hard during pride month where they used you for monetary gain, having you speak at conventions and on talk shows about how you were so proud of your sexuailtiy and you were but you hated how they took advantage of you. But hey at least they pay you graciously.

Maeve looked at you covering her surprised face with her usual hard shell. You were right, they were just going to use her and bleed her dry until she was just a shell of her old self, as if she wasn’t already.

“You know that’s what I mean,” Ashley defended herself and you let out a huff when she said those words.

“Do we even have a choice,” Maeve questioned and you nodded alongside her. You were curious if you could even say no to Vought.

“Yes of course you do,” Ashley says.

“I guess I‘ll do it,” You muttered looking at the ground at your boot-covered feet.

“Maeve,” Ashley questioned, her tone dropped to a more serious tone.

“Whatever,” Maeve responded in her bitter tone and you understood it all too well. You were just like her when you came out and Vought used you, and plus she was a part of the Seven, she’d be more valuable and by proxy more profitable.

“Then it’s settled we’ll have the both of you post something to your social media about how you two were in a secret relationship and decided to be out as a couple in the public,” Ashely says, her eyes back on the iPad she had and her tone more happier.

Maeve rolled her eyes at the ‘decided to be out as a couple in the public’. Homelander outed her on fucking live television there was option as coming out but she swallowed her words as she always did with Vought. She didn’t like it but it was something she was used to and something she was starting to hate more and more.

You on the other hand were looking at her with sympathy, being outed sucks and you knew this. When you were younger your friends decided to out you as lesbian so you understood to an extent. She was outed on live television where most people watched and now everyone knew.

Letting out a sigh you look at the ceiling getting ready for the shit storm Vought was about to do and how they were going to get money out of it.

It’s been a few weeks since the ‘relationship’ between you and Maeve went public and least to say people loved it. Not the conservatives and the bigots who thought that the LGBTQ commiunity is infecting the youth. But you and Maeve were the number one trending Supe ship.

After the social media post went up the two of you went on talk shows and talked about how you were excited to finally be out and proud.

Obviously not meaning any of the words either of you said. It was just Vought scripts that were as lifeless as a corpse. Nor you or Maeve didn’t believe any of the shit Vought told you to say because you two weren’t in love. At least not yet.

The two of you got along well and you could tell that Maeve was closed off to you and you weren’t mad, you were closed off as well. But when you two did speak it was only for a few moments and it tended to be more awkward than anything, but you had a mutual respect for each other and that was all that you needed.

Maeve on the other hand didn’t want to get you hurt, you seemed like a nice person and you didn’t deserve the wrath that Homelander held, her on the other she felt like she deserved. You didn’t. So if she kept her distance with you unless the two of you were expected to show up somewhere or public dates the two of you go on.

To be completely honest Maeve was starting to like you, you were cute, you made jokes that made her stifle a laugh and that was more of a reason to distance herself. She couldn't get you involved her fucked up mess. She didn’t know if you liked her but you liked her enough to make small talk and to seek her out and ask her about her day. Even if you didn't, she needed to do what was right.

She couldn’t do that to you even though she was finding herself more and more into it, the more she found out the more she was interested. The more she was in this ‘relationship’ was way more comforting than the one she had with Homelander and deep down she was loving every second she had with you. But she would get a happy ending with you or with anyone.

The two of you enter an elevator after a long day of work, going out and stopping criminals and least to say the both of you were tired.

“God this day was really tiring,” You mutter leaning against the wall of the elevator.

“You can say that twice,” Maeve muttered, crossing her arms across her chest looking down at the elevator floor.

“Is it getting any better,” You blurted out the question that you've been wanting to ask her but didn’t want to be too intrusive.

“Is what getting any better,” Maeve questions even though she knew what you were talking about.

“Believe it or not I know how you feel with the whole outing situation but I can’t imagine what you’re going through, especially since Homelander did that to you. But all I know is after I was outed it took me a while to get comfortable in my own skin,” You say and Maeve does her best not to react to his name being brought up. She sure as hell knows that he’s probably listening so she’s going to have to be herself.

“Things are….. better,” Maeve says with uncertainty in her tone and you gave her a look of pity knowing that she was lying.

She had her walls built up higher than you can ever imagine and you wanted to help her break those walls down, so that she could look at herself and see what you see. A beautiful strong woman. You felt your heart start to race as it usually did when you were alone with her.

“Hey,” You say, approaching her and putting your hand on her upper arm and she tenses as you do so but she’s not willing to admit that your touch caused some sparks to go up her spine. “Just so you know if you need anything from me, or just to talk I’m always here for you, just because Vought is making us do this doesn’t mean I don’t care and talking about it really does help. So just remember that, any time of the day you need something, don't be afraid to knock on my door,” You say with a soft tone that almost made her melt, that almost made her just say screw it and kiss you but she held back.

“Thanks, right back at you,” Maeve says and you give her a soft smile before removing your hand.

“I’m gonna need to take something before I go and see Ashely because she is getting on my fucking nerves,” You say to break the tension.

“Trust me you’re gonna need a lot more of anything you have,” Maeve snorts and you let out a small giggle.

“I know and I’m hoping that she’s either too tired to talk too much or just is gone at her home because I can’t wait to go home and finally get some rest,” You say, resting your head against the hard wall.

“Or maybe she’s just getting fucked and even then she might be even grouchier,” Maeve blurts out.

“Maybe, just maybe she finds the love of her life and decides to just quit but hey dreamers can dream,” You shrug your shoulders with a slight eye roll.

“Cheers to that,” Maeve gives you a nod.

The elevator finally reaches level 99 and the two of you walk out and prepare to go your separate ways, no matter how much the two of you want to stay and talk the night away.

“See you tomorrow,” You give her a wave before heading to Ashley's office, getting ready for everything she has to say to you.

“Bye,” Maeve gives you an awkward wave as you turn around and she curses herself and shakes her head.

God she was so awkward with this, with someone she actually liked, not guys she brought up her to just fuck and to get her mind off everything. You were different and she was using all of herself to not just say screw it and try it with you. Because he would always be there and taunting her.

“See you two are getting along,” Homelander says walking up to stand next to Maeve.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“What do you want,” Maeve questioned, her hands turning into fists beside her. She did not want to deal with him right now, she didn’t want to deal with his condescending tone and him just bothering her when she didn’t want it.

“What I can’t see if my teammate is doing well in her relationship,” Homelander says feigning hurt and Maeve rolled her eyes at that. He didn’t feel hurt, he was just upset that he didn’t have her anymore.

“Why the fuck do you care, you and I both know that you’re not hurt by that, you were the who practically had it happen,” Maeve commented, telling the truth. If he didn’t out her, she wouldn’t be in this relationship with you, hell she might not even know who the fuck you are.

“That is true but is it so hard to believe that I hope you two are happy, that you guys happen to be just like the two of us. Starting out fake and ending up in a real relationship,” Homelander says putting his hands behind his back and Maeve had to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t tell him how much she fucking despised him.

“Just leave her the fuck alone please,” Maeve says her tone with an underlining of fear. Fear for you.

“Why would you think I want to hurt her? If anything I might thank her for making you happy, and who knows we all might be friends in the end if things work out right,” Homelander calmly says and Maeve could hear the subtle threat. Even if he wasn’t outright threatening you, she knew something would happen to you if she didn’t do something to protect you. Staying away was out of the question. She needed to make sure you were okay.

“Plus, you seem really comfortable with her, especially with that talk you guys just had,” Homelander says with a grin. Maeve could swear she felt her heart stop but she kept a straight face. “Hopefully she knows what she's in for when she signed up for this, literally,” He chuckles.

“Whatever, can you please just leave me alone,” Maeve snapped and Homelander gave her a shocked and surprised look.

“You know you might want to keep your eye on her, I mean who knows what could happen to her, especially at night,” Homelander says with a cryptic tone as his shoulders tense before he leaves.

Once Maeve made it to her penthouse she finally let out a breath of air that she’s been holding. She knew that he wouldn’t out right kill you right now, so she had some time to get a game plan. She had to protect you. No matter what it took.

Taking a swig of her whiskey she took a seat on her couch as her shoulders slouched with tiredness and stress. Besides everything she couldn’t wait to see you, no matter when.

It’s been a few days since that day in the elevator, but you don’t know what’s changed in Maeve. She’s been more into talking to you and you can’t say you’re upset. She’s been more of a comfort, and you loved that.

But she’s been flirting with you at least more outwardly.

You can’t lie when you say that you've been loving it. Ever since this relationship started a few weeks ago you’ve been trying to talk to her and now she’s actually talking to you. Whatever changed in her you loved it.

She’s also been very sad whenever you have to leave, whether it was to go to work somewhere else or go home. She always looked a bit upset and you didn’t know why, it couldn’t be she’d miss your presence. At least you didn’t think so.

But you've always reassured her that you’d be back whether it's the next day or a few hours from then. She seemed to like the reassurance you gave her and you’ve been using that so she doesn’t get so sad, upset, or hurt when you leave. It sometimes left you up at night wondering if she was just lonely or she acutely did like you.

On the other side of the fence Maeve has been keeping her eye on you after Homelander not so subtly threatened you. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy flirting with you. Even though it’s been a while since she has flirted, you seemed to enjoy whatever line she threw your way based on the shy smile you’d give her, or the tiny laugh.

Even though she enjoyed flirting, she’s been getting more and more clingy due to Homelanders eye now being on you. Asking you if you were going to be okay, or when you’re going to be back and you’ve always reassured her that you would be back and you were fine.

It helped but it didn’t help the thought that you may be dead the next day and when you walked in the room with your signature smile she felt herself relax. What usually helped her get through the night is alcohol but she hated drinking that shit even though it helped her clear her head.

On this particular night, Maeve sat down on her couch trying to just watch tv but her thoughts kept coming back to you. If you were okay and if you were, what were you doing? It was only 11 at night so you wouldn’t be doing much and she hasn’t had any alcohol today. So nothing stopped her when she stripped herself out of her costume and into some jeans and a flannel t-shirt.

Looking in the mirror she cringed a little, it’s been a while since she’s been in casual clothes.

Putting her hair into a ponytail and then she shook it out trying to figure out what to do with it. She decided to just leave it down and put some sunglasses on to make sure no one recognized it was her, people were probably already asleep or in their homes so hopefully they didn’t recognize her.

Walking out of the Vought tower she looked around to make sure no one knew her or even worse, if Homelander was following her. He’s been in and out of it recently so she hoped he set his eyes on something else.

She walked in the direction of the Vought owned apartment building where you lived. You told her where you lived, if she needed to see you or if she just wanted to talk.

In this particular moment she just needed some comfort, whether it be talking or just being in the same room as you. Anything would do, if she were there, she would be able to make sure to keep you safe. At least try.

Standing in front of the door she raised her hesitantly and stopped trying to control her racing heart, but she took a deep breath as she knocked on the door and took a step back waiting for you to answer it and took her sunglasses off as well.

No going back now.

At first she was worried that you weren’t there, or worse that you were just dead because you weren’t answering the door but she felt her shoulders drop as soon as she heard you walking to the door.

Once you opened you were surprised to see Maeve standing there, especially in casual clothes since you’ve never seen her in anything else. But you saw her give you an awkward smile and you licked your lips before deciding to say something.

“Maeve what’s wrong,” You question, clearing your throat moving out of the way so she could come into the apartment. Luckily you were still awake because you were about to go to sleep, she probably knew due to you wearing sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted to come over since you always said I could if I needed to,” Maeve awkwardly rambled as she entered the room and you closed the door behind her.

“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep yet, I was about to but you got here just in time,” You reassured her standing in front of her.

“I just needed to talk to you, or to just be here next to you,” She says while shaking her head as she feels her body finally relax. You were safe.

“Oh well, I’m glad you did, I did say you were welcome here anytime,” You give her a cheeky smile making your way into the kitchen. “Want some water, or any other beverage,” You questioned.

“Water is okay,” Maeve answers, scratching the back of her head as she makes her way to sit on your couch. Your apartment was very homey, nothing like the lifelessness of her penthouse back at the tower. This place made her feel safe, like she could just live here with you.

“Okay here you go,” You say, giving her the glass of water before sitting down on the couch next to her leaning against the cushion and facing your body so that you were looking at her. “Since you are here, do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you or do you want to just watch tv, that’d be fine as well,” You question not wanting to feel too pushy.

“Let’s just talk,” Maeve softly replies before turning her body to look at you as well. It was pretty dark but not dark enough to see that Maeve looked really happy and that made you feel good.

“What do you suggest,” You ask, contorting your body so that one leg was under you.

“Uh what do you do besides being a superhero that works with Vought, or is this your full time job like me,” She asks.

“Well I do like to volunteer on my own time, without any cameras to talk to kids in children's hospitals, I just feel like Vought would just use that to monetize it so I just kept it to my spare time,” You answer looking down at your lap.

“Wow, so you're just a real superhero,” Maeve says, looking at you with adoration. She always wanted to be a hero and when she started, she felt like it, she really wanted to help people but Vought ruined it like they always do and soon she was just another person they could get money from.

“Well so are you, I mean you’re Queen Maeve for fucking sake, you make a difference even if you weren’t out in the front line,” You chuckle.

“I don’t think I do,” Maeve answers with a tiny cringe. She wishes that she was everything you said about her but she wasn’t and that just made her heart almost stop.

“Come on, you’re an inspiration to little girls all around the world and now you’re probably helping a lot of kids come to terms with their sexuality and trust me I wish I had someone like you to look up to when I was growing up,” You say, your tone full of happiness.

“I don’t see it,” Maeve laughs, taking a swig of her water.

“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” You muse looking at her with such warmth that would make her feel like the only person in the world. You put your hand on her arm giving a smile caress.

“Vought just fucking sucks,” Maeve remarked and you give her small nod.

“That is true, I mean I’m only doing it for the money now,” You say with contempt. “It’s just another greedy corporation that doesn’t care about anything they say it does.”

“It just feels like I’m projecting this persona and no one knows the real me, with all the fucking scripts and talk show interviews, its just fucking tiring,” Maeve sighs, resting one of her hands on your knee just taking in the comfort you’re offering her. “It’s just one thing after another they want you to do and it’s never enough.”

“That’s true nothing will ever be enough for fucking greedy companies like Vought, but you knows what helps me,” You say leaning in a bit.

“What,” Maeve questions, using her thumb to rub figure eights on your knee as she unconsciously starts to move it a little higher.

“Knowing that someone out there, no matter who they are, and they need inspiration and we can give them that, even if it’s just to stand up to their fucking boss or kick a guy in his balls if he can’t take fucking no for an answer. People who just look up to us and know that we make that difference, I know it sounds kind of stupid but it really does help me sleep better at night,” You say knowing the stories your fans have told you, about how much you helped them.

Meanwhile Maeves had started to give your leg some goosebumps. You were already a bit hot and bothered due to her just being her and now she was teasing you.

“That makes sense, I just wish I could look through those lenses,” Maeve lets out a tiny giggle.

“I hoped that helped you though, because I totally see where you’re coming from,” You say with a bit of worry.

“Don’t worry you totally helped me, you just being here and listening to me helped me,” Maeve reassured you, giving her hand a squeeze on your thigh, she moved a bit closer to you as you felt your heart start to race a bit. “Can I uh try something,” She asked with a laugh.

“Of course, anything,” You say with a swallow.

Maeve leaned in closer til she pressed her lips to yours and you put your hand on her cheek and moved your lips along hers. It’s been a while since you’ve even liked someone so kissing someone felt like eons ago.

But it felt good kissing her and her hand lightly caressing your thigh as she kissed you hard and slipped her tongue in your mouth after you lost the battle of dominance. You moaned into her mouth as she started to trail kisses down your neck and started to suck a bruise on your clavicle.

You moaned as you felt yourself get wetter and wetter by the second and the only sound you could hear in the apartment was her heavy breathing and your moans.

“Where’s your room,” Maeve muttered the question as she started to trail kisses up your neck and right below your ear and started to make another hickey right there.

“Uh,” You began to say but moaned when she found your sweet spot on your neck. “It’s straight down the hall,” You say as you clear your throat.

Maeve then surprised you with your strength (which you shouldn’t be really surprised) and picked you up so your legs were wrapped around her waist as the two of you kept kissing as she made her way to your room. Her hand was on your ass and started to gently squeeze, making you moan into her mouth again.

She finally got your door open and walked to your bed and gently put you on the bed but not leaving you alone for a while as she made her way on top of you and started to kiss you again.

Your hands found their way into her long red hair as she ran her hands up and down your thighs which made you sigh into her mouth as her tongue started to explore what felt like every inch of your mouth. You started to grind up into her hips trying to get some friction you most desperately needed even though you were still in the confines of your shorts.

Making her way down your neck she started to pepper kisses along your chest and got frustrated when your shirt got in the way. She moved her hands to the hem of your shirt and you leaned up a little so she could pull it off you. She gave your chest a look of adoration before she started to trail kisses and started to leave hickeys along your chest.

You were letting out little whines and whimpers due to the fact that you felt like your pussy was getting more and more wet each time she kissed your body.

Her mouth finally made its way to your nipple and wrapped her plump lips around the tiny bud that was already hard due to it being a bit chilly. You moaned and arched your back a bit when she began to suck your nipple and you started to grind harder and harder against her own hips.

Moving away Maeve unbuttoned her own shirt and threw it to the side to where your shirt laid. You didn’t even have a little time to stare at her chest before she started to kiss down your stomach and around your belly button and started to toy with the strings of your shorts.

“Please,” You moaned as her hands moved down to your upper thighs and squeezed a bit harder but it definitely didn’t hurt you.

“Please what,” Maeve said with a cheeky tone that almost made you explode into pieces.

“Just touch me please,” You begged, jutting your hips up trying to get more friction on your pussy as you felt yourself get more and more wet if that was even possible.

Her hands made their way to your hips and pressed them down to the bed so you couldn’t move your hips and you let out a whine at that. You felt like you were about to burst into pieces.

“Just relax and have some patience sweetheart,” Maeve said with a sultry tone that made you whimper.

You nodded and decided to relax against the pillow which made Maeve give you a little smile. She moved back to your lower stomach and returned to kissing your body and you closed your eyes and let out tiny moans whenever she decided to give you a little nip.

Once she decided she was done with teasing you which felt like an eternity, she pulled down the shorts and let out a little laugh when she saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. While you moaned as the cool air came into contact with your wet pussy.

“God you are so fucking hot,” Maeve cursed as she moved down little and started to tease your inner thighs and decided to resume her kissing as she slowly made her way up.

You moaned as she sucked another hickey right above your aching clit that was throbbing. Her hands were still on your hips so that you could grind your hips up and that level of strength she held made your insides heat up. She chuckled against your skin as she felt you try to but she didn’t let up.

Once she did decide to take mercy upon you and press a gentle kiss to your kiss, you let out a tiny moan due to the sensitivity. She dragged her tongue along your wet folds, that made you moan and squeeze the blanket that you were laying on and your hand turned into fist.

Her tongue started doing wonders as she ran it up and down your folds multiple times and went up to your clit and your hips stuttered a bit when she wrapped her lips around your clit and started to softly suck on the soft nub.

“Maeve,” You moaned louder this time, that your neighbors might hear you.

Meanwhile Maeve had her thoughts clear of Homelander once you started moaning and she already adored the way she could make you melt with a couple kisses and touches.

Due to her teasing you, you could already feel your organsm rising and you would feel a bit embarrassed but Maeve seemed to know and started to suck harder and her mouth left your clit once which made you whine a bit but was quickly reassured when she ran her tongue up your folds and sucked your clit harder this time. She ran her tongue all around the little nub that she could feel throbbing.

“Maeve, I’m about too-,” You say your voice a little high pitched.

Maeve gave your hips a squeeze and nodded her head in reassurance without removing her lips from the tender muscle. So you just let your body do your thing and you let out strings of moans and yelps as Maeve started to suck faster and harder and with another single suck you let out a loud moan as you came all over her tongue.

Even though you felt like you blacked out, you could feel Maeve dip her tongue into your folds, deciding to clean up your release and moaning at the taste of you. You winced at the overstimulation and put your hand on her arm tugging her back up and luckily she did.

You could taste yourself on her mouth as she started to kiss you again and your hands started to move to her hips wanting to return the favor.

“Come on, take your pants off and let me help you,” You mutter against her lips, which makes her moan into your mouth. She nodded against your lips.

Once she got her pants and panties off and she returned to kissing you, your hands made their way to her hips again and started to move around to her thighs. But deciding that she still wanted to be in control she moved her hands to yours and put them to the sides and gave them a squeeze which made you moan into her mouth.

“I just want to help you like you helped me,” You whimper against her lips.

“I know but just trust me with this,” Maeve muttered moving her lips from yours.

The next thing you knew you felt her grinding her pussy on top of yours and her clit dragging across yours. You moaned but that was quieted once she decided to stick her tongue down your throat again.

You weren’t complaining.

Her grinding didn’t stop or show any hesitance as she felt her own release start to rise. Her clit throbbed against yours as she felt the knot in her stomach start to tighten even more. And due to the fact that she’s been wet ever since she kissed you it didn’t even take one more thrust before she came against your pussy with a strained moan of your name.

You smiled against her lips and kissed her neck and shoulder as she came down from her own release.

Once she felt legs stop shaking Maeve pulled the blankets over both of your nude bodies and wrapped her arms around and rested her head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“Feel better,” You quested drawing random things on the arm that was wrapped around your waist. You felt her chuckle against your neck and pepper a few kisses below your ear.

“Feel amazing,” Maeve whispered in your ear which made you let out an airy giggle.

“Well I’m glad I could help,” You laugh as you put your hand on top of hers.

“You definitely did more than help,” Maeve says as her eyes look over your nude form. Even though she couldn’t see much she saw something that made her let out a giggle.

“What are you laughing at,” You smile, twisting your body a bit so you could get a better look at her. But you had to admit a smile looked amazing on her.

“I just wanted to apologize,” Maeve says between little laughs.

“For what and you don’t seem sorry for whatever it is,” You laugh along with her.

“I just wanted to say sorry for the bruises,” Maeve sheepishly says and you look down to your hips and you could feel yourself already get more wet by looking at them.

“No need to say sorry, It’s kinda hot,” You say with a smirk.

“You dirty dog,” Maeve laughs, resting her head on the pillow.

“Says you,” You laugh and for what feels like ages you finally feel happy.

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Thinking way too hard about the queer possibilities of X-Men ‘97

When X-Men ‘97 was first announced, I’ll admit I was kind of ambivelent to the entire project... It felt very nostalgia-focused and was just less interesting to me then an all-new X-Men cartoon that could do its own thing without being burdened with established canon...

...and then I listened to the X-Men 60 Uncanny Years event earlier this year and hearing the executive producer of the series discuss what the X-Men meant to him as a kid as a gay black man in Florida basically changed my mind about the entire project. Now I’m excited for it!

The X-Men are so fucking queer. Even ignoring the ways that the mutant metaphor have been used to discuss queer issues before queer issues could be discussed textually, Marvel’s merry mutants just have... so many queer members and even more when you expand the list to include sub-textual and intended queerness.

So, with all that in mind, I did a little thinking and decided to take some guesses about who could make for queer representation in '97... Let’s dive in!

Part One: The Comic Canon Gays

Let’s start with the characters who are explicitly no-subtext-required queer in the comic books themselves. These are a few of the characters Marvel uses in Pride events and generally parades around every June.

Northstar

Jean-Paul Beaubier may seem like the vanilla ice cream of this rainbow sundae, but there’s far more going on with this character then the “Marvel’s first explicitly gay superhero” title that he is so often boiled down to. A French-Canadian superstar athlete, he’s lived never being entirely sure if his skiing career success was a result of his talent or his mutant abilities.

While his depiction in X-Men The Animated Series just had him be painfully French-Canadian with an on-the-nose accent and French exclamations, there’s a mean catty gay under the surface that is just waiting to be unleashed. They could also adapt his famous wedding arc, wherein he married his husband Kyle Jinadu...

Also he hates cops, so y’know... Maybe Marvel did nail the queer experience on their first try?

Iceman

Bobby Drake is arguably the most famous queer character at Marvel. A member of the original five X-Men, he was famously confirmed as gay when his teenage self was transported to the present and, with some unsolicited help from a teenage Jean Grey, questioned why his older self remaining closeted, even in a world that was (comparatively at least) accepting of queer desire.

In the original show, he showed unrequited interest in Polaris, as he had in the comics before his coming-out. This reboot could potentially give a more grounded and less fantastical take on coming-out then what he had in the comics... or maybe time travel will be involved again - who knows really!

Prodigy

David Allyene, aka Prodigy, is one of the most notable bi men at Marvel with one of the most distinctive coming-out stories. His mutant powers cause him to instantly learn things that other people know, hence the name Prodigy, and, through his powers, he also learned his own sexuality. How’s that for a crazy journey of self-discovery.

Prodigy is a newer character who did not appear in the original animated series at all, so there’s no continuity concerns there...

Mystique and Destiny

Destiny, also known as Irene Adler, met her lover Mystique when he was presenting as male and operating as a consulting detective in Victorian London.

Yeah uh. This is implying what you think it is.

The two of them have been lovers for centuries now, though both took other partners at different points during their relationship. Their love is something special though and together they raised Rogue as a child - as well as maybe sired Nightcrawler together? That was once intended to be Nightcrawler’s origin, but it was famously scrapped due to Marvel editorial not wanting to depict a child that is a product of a queer relationship at the time... but now this November a new comic will explore the “true” origin of Nightcrawler, so maybe Mystique/Destiny having a biological child is back on the table!

Mystique was, of course, in the original series. I’m not sure the actual odds of her relationship with Irene being acknowledged in ‘97 - partially just because I imagine Marvel would be concerned about backlash to queer villains... but also they’re adorable and good to me so I’d like them!

Captain Britain and Askani

Betsy Braddock and Rachel Summers are two incredibly complicated characters to summarize. Rachel is the time-displaced daughter of Scott and Jean from a hypothetical alternate feature, while Betsy Braddock spent like 30 years of her publication history trapped in the body of Kwannon, a Japanese assassin. While these two characters are some of Marvel’s most actively in-your-face unquestionably queer characters - the last Betsy story had a surprising amount of implied sex for only five issues - they’ve never really had a chance to shine in a multimedia way (well, at least not with Betsy in her own body and not being merged with Kwannon).

In the original show, Rachel cameoed briefly as a prisoner of Apocalypse while Pyslocke appeared without being named - assumedly they didn’t want to bother explaining the body-swap storyline. Personally, if they were to be in the show, I’d suggest that Betsy should be introduced as having inherited her brother’s title of Captain Britain, with Pyslocke of the original show being revealed to have been Kwannon in her own body all along...

Part Two: The New Mutants

There’s so many queer New Mutants that I’m just giving them their own category here... plus, with Sunspot being in the main cast, I wouldn’t be surprised if the rest of the time got (Sun)spotlighted as well!

Note that the sapphics of the first generation of New Mutants can also be mixed and matched when it comes to shipping. I present them based on the pairings that are currently canon/teased in the present comics, but Dani/Xuan, Xuan/Kitty, Kitty/Rahcel, etc. are all valid too and could be within the cards for the show.

Karma & Galura

The first explicit lesbian of the X-Men line, Xuân Cao Mạnh is a refugee of the Vietnam Boat Crisis, a thing which makes no sense when you consider that she is still canonically like 20-something years old in 2023. Her coming-out was a much lower-key affair then Jean-Paul’s, with her friends just casually running into her at the Exploding Person festival (i.e., Burning Man) with a shaved pink haircut and already travelling with her two “girlfriends”.

After the musical festival, she proceeded to fall in love with her roommate Kitty Pryde and then her co-worker Dani Moonstar, both of which were never (textually) requited. Recently, she’s started dating the winged mutant Galura and finally gotten to do stuff like “kiss a woman on-panel regularly” after two decades of being a lesbian denied a girlfriend...

She has cameoed in X-Men ‘92-related media with a design that is truly terrible IMO, but I think she could be rebooted and appear in this series in her full glory... especially after the New Mutants movie left her out entirely!

Mirage and Wolfsbane

Introduced in the original New Mutants run, Dani Moonstar and Rahne Sinclair share a unique telepathic connection, helpfully described as them being “soul-mates.” The Comic Book Code prohibited depictions of queer people, but uh. This first run is incredibly not subtle, even as Rahne nominally has interest her male teammate Cannonball.

Unfortunately, post-Claremont, their relationship was more or less abandoned for a few decades (coinciding with a massive downward spiral in Rahne content in general) climaxing with Rahne being killed off entirely in an allegory for transphobic violence... Thankfully, she recovered from her death and has recently been written by a non-binary author and now a trans author, both of whom have leaned back into the idea that these “soul-mates” may, in fact, have romantic feelings for each other.

Oh, also they were explicitly gay in the movie. So. Good for them for that!

Magik and Shadowkat

Another classic pair of X-Men “roommates,” Illyana Rasputina and Kate Pryde are another Claremont-created “soul-mate” duo - albeit without the telepathic bond. After decades of queer-coding, both were able to do queer-adjacent things explicitly for the first time in the Krakoa era, with Illyana asking a group of people of various gender presentations to make out with her and Kate kissing a tattoo artist who looks suspiciously like her bestie on-panel.

Pryde famously lost the spot of “Teen X-Men PoV character” to Jubilee in the show, but maybe X-Men ‘97 could give her a second chance... plus Illyana is one of the most popular X-Men characters not given a full spotlight in the original show, in spite of her more or less being an A-list X-Men in 2023. I don’t know if Marvel is brave enough to make this one canon, but I do think these two are two of the most obviously missing characters from the ‘97 line-up.

Escapade

Shela Sexton, aka Escapade, is a transgender sapphic who debuted in Marvel Pride last year and has since then had a starring role in the most recent New Mutants series. She has the incredibly unique power of the ability to “steal” things from people - including everything from stealing physical objects like their wallet to stealing abstract concepts like their emotional or physical state. Her character also generally has embodied the intersectional approach to mutant identity which has become more and more prevalent in the modern era - her mutant identity and trans identity are both important to her character, but neither are allegories for the other.

I think she’s probably too new to be added to the X-Men ‘97 cast pragmatically, but maybe they could have snuck in a cameo at the last minute? Idk. I figured I’d include her on the list.

Part Three: Let’s Get Wild!

Okay. Fuck it. Let’s talk about some comic book justifications that could be used to queer up the actual main cast from the original classic X-Men The Animated Series.

Jubilee

Jubilation Lee, the teen PoV lead of the X-Men, has been written as queer a handful of times, but never explicitly in 616. Most notably, she was gay in an AU Runaways story (written by N.D. Stevenson), where she dated a bisexual version of Pixie as well as an ice-powered sapphic named Frostbite. Monet also had a crush on her in the X-Men ‘92 animation-inspired comic book series. In terms of 616 content, her relationship with Laura Kinney has often been read in a sapphic way, especially in Liu’s X-23 series where Laura notably breaks up with her boyfriend only for Jubilee to be waiting back at her apartment to go out with her.

Storm

Ororo Munroe, aka Storm, famously has had a subtextual Sapphic fling with the bundle of chaos that is Yukio. They two met for the first time when Ororo went to Japan and their time together was almost immediately followed by her famous punk Storm era, which is very queer when you consider that context. Yukio was also later made explicitly queer in Fox’s Deadpool 2 movie, though the movie character doesn’t share much of the personality and thrill-seeking antics of her comic book counterpart...

Storm is the central protagonist of the original Claremont Uncanny X-Men and will be central to the ‘97 series as well. It’d be really bold to confirm her as queer, but I’d say this is the kind of move that would be worth it if they want this to stand out among X-Men adaptations.

Wolverine, Phoenix, and Cyclops

Finally, Jean Grey, Scott Summers, and Logan were implied to have been in a poly relationship throughout most of the Krakoa era - though they have fallen on hard times recently in the run-up to Fall of X.

I’ll be blunt: I don’t think there’s a chance in hell that Marvel corporate would approve this being textual... but I’m willing to be proven wrong, I guess!

WHEW. Okay. That’s my list. This is nowhere near definitive of course - I didn’t discuss Shatterstar’s bisexuality, Deadpool’s pansexuality, Gwenpool’s aroace identity, et al - but also basically every X-Men character is either textually queer or could be justified as being queer based on comic book lore. This entire brand has a queer poly energy that even the straightest writers weren’t able to fully shake off of it... so, while this is my list, they could really do anything they wanted (and that Mickey Mouse lets them do, at least)... We’ll see what happens!

[PS: In light of the strike and the general shitty way that megacorporations in entertainment have been treating their workers for years now, I’d be remissed if I made this post and didn’t encourage people to consider donating to the Entertainment Community Fund as well!]

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Cap-IM Rec Week 2023 (Thurs)

Golden Oldies Thursday, July 20 for @cap-ironman Rec Week!

This is a day late, but here are some of my favorite older Steve/Tony classics!

Remember to show some love for your hard-working creators!

The Twice-Told Tale by arysteia

For someone he'd hero-worshipped for so long, Steve Rogers in the flesh is a pretty big disappointment. For one thing, he keeps looking at Tony as though he reminds him of someone else, and even if he never says anything, Tony's pretty sure it's his father. A lifetime of not measuring up to Howard's expectations is more than enough, thank you very much, and he's certainly not going to make an effort to live up to any of Steve's. Steve's pretty clearly failed to live up to his expectations, in any case, and that's not hypocritical at all.

(First Impressions Are) A Work in Progress by ras_elased

Tony has a point system for the times he can get Steve to be less than perfect.

i stole the keys to this guy by kellifer_fic:

Where it was Nick Fury's idea, but he didn't mean it like that.

many names in history, none of them are ours by aubkae

Steve's not sure if he'll ever understand Tony Stark, but it's good, living here. If he still wakes up sometimes convinced this was all a dream, well, it's better than it was before, and that's something, isn't it? The Avengers live in a world that both glorifies and fears them, but they know each other now behind the scenes.

bedrock and brick by lyra_wing

Immediate sequel to the movie, wherein Tony builds Avengers Tower. Or plays interior designer, take your pick.

Four (Or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by scifigrl47 @scifigrl47

There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony's sick of all of them. Well, there's potentially a fifth, but it's highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony's deeply disappointed about that. Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn't him kidnaps Tony. Then he's just pissed.

Honey, I Can See The Stars by twentysomething:

"The most he'd ever cared about anything remotely related was his uniform, which, beyond the stylistic, was pretty necessary. But now his suit comes from a lab far more advanced than the basement of a Brooklyn antique shop, and the only decision he really gets to make is if his pants are too tight. (They were, but he doesn't really think they changed them. He doesn't know why, but he thinks that might have been on purpose.) That being said, he doesn't know what he's done to deserve the double take Tony gives him as he walks in the room."

Mr. July by jibrailis

Tony is the only one who can defend Steve's virtue. Tony hates his life.

The Best Policy by starknjarvis

Tony Stark breezes through life on bluster and bullshit. When he gets hit by a truth spell, he locks himself away in his workshop so he can find a way to reverse it without anyone finding out. So why can't he say no when Steve keeps asking to spend time with him?

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge @copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

the reason you ruminate the shadowy past by Mizzy

So, Captain America effectively manages to cockblock Tony for a year.

It's not Steve's fault. Well, actually, it is. But he was just proving a point - that if a superhero is gay, how can it be wrong? Steve just picked the wrong superhero to make the point with. Now America will think they're dating - and Tony's not going to be the guy to break Captain America's heart.

There's only one way out. To save face, Steve and Tony have to become fake boyfriends. Steve thinks the "boyfriends" bit will be the hardest to act... but maybe it's the "fake" part that will be the hardest act of all.

Even the Light is an Illusion by Mizzy

Death threats are an unfortunate side-effect of being Tony Stark, so he's learned to ignore them. The problem is, when someone really wants you dead, hiding your head in the sand just kinda exposes your ass. But it's not just Tony's behind on the line. Whoever wants him dead wants him to suffer first, and they're willing to do anything to make that happen. Tony knows there's only one way out. To save Steve, the Avengers, and the general public, Tony has to die. Of course, death isn't always the end, and Tony does what any other self-disrespecting scientist would do: he finds a way to fake his death and avenge his own murder. The trouble is, terrible decisions usually have a terrible price, and this one is no different. Tony has a chance to save the day, but the cost may be more than Tony was ever expecting to pay…

Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier by RurouniHime (@thegertie)

The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.

Two Out of Three (Ain't Bad) by plingo_kat

It blindsides him one morning in the middle of his customary third cup of coffee; Steve walks through the door in loose cotton pants, shirt pulled up to wipe the sweat off his face from his usual morning workout, and Tony thinks: adorable.

and of course, the one that started it all:

Resurrection, Reconstruction & Redemption by Elspethdixon, Seanchai (616)

Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaugely be considered plot.

Hope you guys enjoy the recs, and stay tuned for more! Please mind the tags before reading. Check out my tag for previous years’ rec lists :)

#stevetony #capimrecweek #stony #superhusbands #steve x tony #my rec lists

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Spider-Gwen is Very Likely Trans in Across the Spider-Verse, says One More Person

But this shit matters.

I've rewatched Across the Spider-Verse for probably the eighth time recently, and it continues to be blaringly obvious to me that Gwen is most likely a trans girl. I'm most certainly not the only one to have pointed this out, and I don't really think I'm adding anything new. But we need as many voices to speak up, I feel, and I might as well share what I think of it. Now, this little essay is going to focus mainly from the movie's material alone since I'm not much of a comic reader, and it'll be limited to my own experience as a Filipino trans girl who really wants to express some thoughts.

Spoilers ahead!

Across the Spider-Verse explores the journey of Miles Morales after the first film, Into the Spider-Verse, where he rises up to the mantle of Spider-Man. Now, we follow him as he fights to be recognized as Spider-Man by the rest of Spider-Society, who reject him for factors out of his control—and yet he made the best of them, took pride in them, and rose up to become Spider-Man in all the ways that matter. Unfortunately, the exact circumstances, Spider-Society doesn't like—represented by Miguel O'Hara. From all that I've heard and read, a lot of Miles's story strongly being a very Black story, drawing from Miles being Afro-Latino, and though the story itself never shows racism nor do the different universes explicitly show systemic discrimination and whatnot, his story still clearly draws from that. Miguel O'Hara isn't some racist white dude excluding Miles because he's Afro-Latino, Miguel is an Irish-Mexican man and the entire theme of the Spider-Society is that it is extremely diverse and open. But that doesn't mean that the institution that it represents in the context of literally everything Rio Morales, Miles's Mother, tells him. To remember where he's from, to not let those big institutions tell Miles that he doesn't belong there, and all these things that are brimming with subtext.

The subtext is there, and it's all intentional.

Then there's Gwen Stacy. Who, for her entire arc of the film, hinges on a relationship setup from the beginning—her father, George Stacy. Now, for a lot of trans people, including me, we found it striking that that arc felt pretty queer-coded. Now, by itself, there's nothing much to be gleaned, just Gwen struggling with the fact that she's forced to reveal her superhero identity to her dad in a tense moment, ripping them apart, and later reconciling. Now, I'm quite young for a queer person, but I'm aware of the history of all these subtle things or narratives about identity being all that queer people had in the mainstream for a very, very long time.

But these days, we celebrate every win, for every explicitly queer character, for every confirmation from creators where they couldn't explicitly show anything in the material (except for Rowling bullshit, fuck that fake shit), and every hold that we're constantly fighting for. I know I'm speaking for a lot of people when I say we are so happy to see so many gay and bi characters see the mainstream's spotlights, be left unquestioned, that I, someone on the other side of the world, am left in positive awe whenever I see some middle-aged white dudes casually say, "My daughter's girlfriend." But of course, it's always a fight. We can't be complacent, because for every win, people will always try to tear it down, and I know I just happen to be in pretty inclusive online communities to see what I see in the west. There, people queer sexualities still fight. Here, people still fight. Queer identities will never stop fighting.

All this to say, what of Gwen? Well, one of the moments that made me think about her this way was when I was putting the little hints together. Because her arc does not stand in isolation. Her arc is literally colored by transness. From the big trans flag above her door, the trans colors that literally paint her and her world, the reflections that show her other identity, her reconciliation with her father hitting us with "They can only know half of who I am," the acceptance, and even the tiniest bit of Mary Jane's voice over talking about raising a child that's different than everyone else and learning to learn as a parent, and all these details. Hell, she even hangs out with Hobie Brown, whose entire thing is anarchism, the rejection of what society has considered the norm for bullshit reasons, to hang out with a radical leftist—and as one of those, there's not any other group (or at least from my experience) quite as intersectional with solidarity with marginalized groups as radlefts. To those who say, "Maybe she's just an ally," I challenge you: why would the film stop there?

Why does the film that goes out of its way to casually show more people of color as normal, to show people with disabilities playing basketball, to show an entire arc about Miles striving to fight the institutions that want to keep him down, to drive with progress, to drive the narrative that anyone can be behind the mask, why would it stop at making Gwen Stacy a trans girl?

And very similar to Miles, of course there's no one explicitly transphobic nor are any groups shown to be that. It's a more personal story, and is more subtle about it. And it's crazy how much this reminds of when I grew up watching The Legend of Korra, when Korra and Asami's relationship was only some endgame thing and hinted at with a "vacation." Gay people didn't have that much there. Not much in other places in the mainstream either. They started making their own, of course. Through fan-fiction, through art, making their own stories. But fortunately (I say with as much dripping sarcasm as I can) capitalism now sees it as a big enough market for billionaires to profit off of. (Which is, in a very dystopian way, a win.) And now, it's eerily familiar to see trans people get the same treatment now, stuck in a limbo of infrequent and rare representation in the mainstream if we aren't clawing for every inch.

So, while Miguel O'Hara isn't a racist authoritarian, George Stacy isn't a transphobe—not when he goes out of his way to wear trans flags (and no, it's not a trick of the light; nothing is a trick of the light, it's all intentional in animation). But the conflicts they represent aren't any less meaningful in the subtext. And that means a lot for people who are fighting tooth and nail to be recognized.

And all of this, too, is representative of one of the first and second film's main themes. It's not that it doesn't matter who's behind the mask, it's that it can be anyone behind the mask, carrying with them all the richness of their experiences, bringing forth a Spider-Person unlike any other. And in the second film, to defy the patterns and labels set by the institutions that govern our lives, doing things like using fear and preserving an order for some grand picture.

So, I'm pretty sure Gwen Stacy is trans. What does it add to the story? Nothing. Being cis never added much to the story.

But for someone like me, it's doing a lot. It gives me hope.

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Favourite sineala fanfic

🔫🔪🔫🔪🔫🔪cruel and unusual to try and make me pick just one so here's five six (in no particular order)

Mercy in You

When Tony comes back from a very bad D/s date, in pain and abandoned by his dom, Steve offers to help Tony out and give him all the aftercare he so desperately needs.

How to Date a Robot

How do you date a robot? Even the twenty-first century doesn't have the answers to every question. Steve will have to figure this one out for himself -- after he politely rebuffs Mr. Stark's interest, of course. Sure, Mr. Stark is handsome, but Steve would rather be with his bodyguard. So when Iron Man agrees to go on a date with Steve, Steve couldn't be happier. He loves Iron Man with all of his heart, and their relationship rapidly grows serious. But why does Mr. Stark hate Iron Man so much? And why in the world is Mr. Stark trying to tear Steve and Iron Man apart?

Not So Secret Anymore

When Steve's laptop isn't working right, Tony offers to fix it for him, and he quickly discovers the problem: computer viruses. He also discovers a fairly large amount of porn. Gay porn. But that can't be Steve's gay porn, surely. Captain America doesn't have hundreds of gigabytes of gay porn. A virus must have put it there. Clearly the best thing to do is to delete all of this gay porn that doesn't belong on Steve's computer and then they'll never have to have a conversation about it and Steve will definitely never find out about the massive crush Tony has on him. Good idea. This plan is perfect. Right up until Tony gets an email from Steve, asking if he could please have his collection of homosexual pornography back now.

Never Too Late for Love

Steve has always believed that a soulbond is a blessing -- a rare and beautiful miracle, joining the thoughts and feelings of two people forever, from the first time they touch. Steve knows he's not going to be one of the lucky ones. He knows Gail isn't his soulmate. But he loves her, even if they're not soulmates, and he's going to do right by her. After the war's over, he's going to marry her, and they're going to settle down. They'll buy a house. They'll have children. He'll see his family again. Maybe Bucky will live next door. It's going to be a good life. He doesn't need a soulbond. He'll be fine without one. Then Steve wakes up sixty years in the future to find that his wonderful life has moved on without him. His family is long dead. His fiancée married his best friend. And the only purpose he has left is leading the Ultimates, a misbegotten team of superheroes with flaws too numerous to count. Steve hates everything about the future -- but most of all he detests Tony, flashy and flirtatious, who embodies everything Steve hates about a world he never wanted to live in. And, oh, yeah, Steve has a soulmate after all: Tony fucking Stark.

Thrust Issues (specifically chapter 8) ((more specifically the last half of chapter 8))

A battle gone wrong leads Tony to the unexpected and pleasant discovery that Steve is much more well-endowed than he could ever have imagined. But when Tony learns that Steve has never actually been able to sleep with anyone because of his size, Tony does what any good friend would do: he offers to relieve Steve of his virginity. Personally. Tony's determined, Tony's methodical, and Tony has a plan. He's going to get Steve laid. Tony just needs to make sure Steve never finds out that Tony's in love with him.

Man is a Wolf to Man (that's right it's capwolf time!!)

When Antonius is falsely accused and convicted of murdering an ambassador, he is condemned to death by the wild beasts of the arena. But the wolf sent to kill him is something rather more than he ever expected.

#who am i kidding though every time i wanna just read chapter 8 of thrust issues i end up reading chapters 9 & 10 too #this should be an ask meme though. like send me a fic author and i'll send you a list of my fave works from them #that would be fun if i wasn't god awful at answering things in a timely manner (i'm sorry!)#fic!#stevetony #signed sealed delivered #yanderefreud #btw i hope u know you are legally obligated to tell me your fave sine fics now🔫🔪

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WELCOME TO THE FOURTH ANNUAL COMIX OF THE YEAR EXTRAVAGANZA!

I've grown very fond of this little tradition we've started here, and it's nice to get a chance to showcase all the books I've read and loved and could shout about from the rooftops. This year I've read 140 completed series out of a total of 474 over all completed series (as always, that's not counting single issues or current ongoings!) and I've come to expand my physical collection to 735 issues -- that's more than any previous year!

It's been a really great year, from getting to see my first article published in print and getting to write a couple dream articles for a magazine that's meant the world to me to getting to visit Graceland & Memphis with some of my best friends in the universe and then getting another two weeks with my beloved best buddy @slaapkat right here in London! I also feel like I've gotten more into the local comics scene and grown more confident as the true real fanboy I am.

The JSA's renaissance also remains a miracle to me and the definitie highlight of these past two years. Without further ado, here's this year's favourites:

Justice Society of America (2022) #8 In a November 2022 interview, Geoff Johns said: "to me, he's the most iconic character in the Justice Society of America. […] To me, Alan Scott is the main character." Right then and there, I knew we were in good hands. I have loved this series from day one and I still love it like nothing else in the world but this particular story might be the best single issue I've read this year -- it feels like coming home, it feels like the first time we've seen the real Alan Scott in so long. There's something very special about the few occasions team books have allowed a spotlight to shine on Alan alone, more so when he's found himself the heart of the story. This issue with its gorgeous art and picture-perfect characterisation feels like just the thing I've spent so long searching for.

Slam-Bang Comics (1940) It's hard to explain how the funniest comic you've ever read is a wildly obscure Fawcett publication that lasted six issues in 1940, but that's precisely what the Diamond Jack stories in Slam-Bang Comics are to me. Diamond Jack is early absurdist comedy, Diamond Jack is a case study in what made the Golden Age sincerely and genuinely the medium's best era -- its endless room for innovation, the lawless approach of creators building a new art form from the ground up. On the first page of his first appearance, we learn Diamond Jack was given a miraculous gem by an "old magician": this is all we ever learn of our hero. In the third panel of that same page, he dares a pair of robbers to shoot him. It only gets better from there.

Enigma (1993) An eight-issue miniseries about an ordinary guy whose favorite 1970s obscure comic book character seemingly comes to life with all that implies and in the process of investigating this bizarre series of events with the help of the original series' writer, he also comes to terms with his sexuality as a gay man. It's the single most compelling, complex, meaningful book I've ever read. It's also the very first explicitly gay mainstream comic, and it might as well be the only one for its radical no holds barred approach to sexuality (on-screen gay sex included, a complete rarity in this era of sanitized intimacy).

A Contract with God (1978) Widely acknowledged as the world's first graphic novel, Will Eisner's classic anthology certainly lives up to the immensity of its legacy. As the man himself writes in the introduction to the 2000 edition, "I realize I was really only working around one core concept – that the medium was an art form in itself. Unique, with a structure and gestalt all its own, this medium could deal with meaningful themes. Certainly there was more for the cartoonist working in this technique to deal with than superheroes who were preventing the destruction of Earth by supervillains." Four stand-alone tales make up the book, all following Jewish characters living in the same New York tenement in the 1930s, all based on Eisner's childhood recollections and impressions. I remember crying, really crying, at that first story and then laughing uproariously at the next and so on. There's really no way to express just how special this book is without reading it for yourself.

Seven Miles a Second (1996) Published posthumously, Seven Miles a Second is David Wojnarowicz's autobiographical graphic novel detailing the last years of his life before his AIDS-related death. It's urgent, angry, hard-hitting, bleak, and a sincere mandatory read for any gay person interested in our history. It made me sob like few things have. In the here and now, it's surreal to think that DC Comics had published this in the mid-1990s under its Vertigo imprint -- it's often surreal to me that we used to have genuinely daring gay comics published by one of the 'big two', and we've been left with less than a shadow of comic books' former self. Still, the few we have are some of the most significant to have ever graced the medium.

Catwoman: Selina's Big Score (2002) This is a funny one. I'm not a library-goer but while wasting time at the library down the street early this year, I ran into this big collection of all of Darwyn Cooke's Batman stories -- they're great, they're always great because Darwyn himself was a giant of the industry, but Selina's Big Score was one I hadn't read before and it's ended up being something of a life-changing chance encounter for yours truly. Something about this little book utterly changed the way I look at Selina Kyle as a character. I'm a big crime fiction buff, there's no denying that, but it's the subtext that makes the book; the exploration of the cold, hard, mean way Selina navigates the limitations imposed by her gender and social class. It's something else, it's really something else.

Parker (2009) And speaking of cold, hard, mean things. Darwyn Cooke's Parker is something of a package deal with the above, Selina's man friday in Big Score is named Stark and undoubtedly based on Richard Stark's Parker. That's how I got here, but I certainly never left. Months and months later, Parker's still on my mind as one of the most compelling characters I've ever encountered and one of the most beautiful, right-up-my-alley series in existence. Darwyn's four graphic novel adaptations are masterpieces in their own right and I cannot recommend them enough to anyone who's willing to listen but I'm also forever grateful that they've introduced me to my ongoing obsession with Stark's actual novels -- one of the few pieces of fiction I've been genuinely blown away by in recent times. "Rough, macho stuff but tight and exciting, too" is what a blurb on the back of one of the books says and I couldn't agree more, and I can't say I've ever found anything else so uniquely suited to all my interests.

Stargirl: The Lost Children (2022) I'm not the biggest fan of sidekicks or original characters, or children. Yet, somehow, this series won me over in a heartbeat. Geoff Johns has a truly uncanny ability to make a new character feel like they've been here for decades; in this particular case, the so-called Lost Children mix so well with actual Golden Age characters that their introduction betrays nothing except a genuine passion for and knowledge of 1940s comics. Geoff's work has been some of the best of the modern era for a long while now but this one's really a beautiful and beautifully self-contained little story hitting some great emotional beats.

I Die at Midnight (2000) On New Year's Eve 1999, a man decides to kill himself by swallowing too many pills after a bad breakup. Immediately afterwards, his ex decides she wants to reconcile and he's sent into a mad-dash attempt to save himself without her finding out about his impending death. Misunderstandings, frustrations, lies and hare-brained schemes ensue. It might not sound like the makings of a comedy but I Die at Midnight ranks up there with the funniest books I've ever read, I've spent this last year making my way through all of Kyle Baker's DC work and it's certainly tough to choose a favourite but there's simply no other book that captures his delightfully offbeat humour quite like this one.

Silverblade (1987) One thing's clear: 1987 was a magical year for DC Comics. I don't think there's a single year in the industry's entire history that's produced more hits or better books. Silverblade's a special one though, it's the Sunset Boulevard of comics. If there's anything I love half as much as crime fiction, it's anything dealing with Old Hollywood, throw in a heavy dose of gaycoding and it's the book for me. I read this one very early in the year but it left a lasting impression and I've definitely come to consider it something of an all-time favorite.

SPECIAL MENTION:

Flashpoint (2011)

Blackest Night (2009)

Before Watchmen: Dr. Manhattan (2012)

Face (1995)

Jay Garrick: The Flash (2023)

A History of Violence (1997)

Batman: Death and the Maidens (2004)

You Are Here (1999)

Stuck Rubber Baby (1995)

V for Vendetta (1988)

#THE BEST OF THE BEST RIGHT HERE FOLKS AND MY GOD I DO LOVE DOING THIS #comix of the year #personal #u can rb though etc

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rustycopper4use · 9 months

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It’s Always Been You (2.0)

It’s Always Been You

(Kyoya x male reader story)

2 3 4

Background Info:

Here’s the main things about my y/n, first off his mom runs multiple casinos well known across Japan. Y/n is roughly 16-17, and lives alone.

Chapter One -A New Host!-

The marble walls shone and echo the steps of a particular brunette searching this seemingly endless high school.

After another failed attempt at finding a quiet place to study, it felt as if every room felt students doing everything except doing work, finding ways to waste the mounts of free time they possess.

Finally, the now mildly annoyed brunette gets to a supposedly empty music room, having no other options left, they open the door.

They’re greeted by a burst of light accompanied with a rush of rose petals, and—

“Welcome!”

The brunette was greeted by the school's very own host club.

“This is a host club?” The brown haired questioned

Two ginger twins spoke ignoring the student.

“Wow, it’s a boy!”

“Hikaru, kaoru, I believe this young man is in the same class as you, isn’t he?” Kyoya asked, already knowing the answer.

The twins thought a minute before dryly saying.

“Yeah, but he’s shy. He doesn’t act very sociable, so we don’t know much about him.”

“Well that wasn’t very polite.”

Kyoya ootori tilted his head studying the commor.

“Welcome to the Ouran Host Club, Mr. Honor student.” Finally giving attention to the now very confused student.

Before he could even respond, a now very eager blonde speaks.

“What? You must be Haruhi Fujioka! You're an exceptional honor student we’ve heard about.”

Haruhi, very uncomfortable with the spotlight on him asks.

“How do you know my name?”

“Well how wouldn’t we know about you?” Y/n asked Haruhi, clearly not getting through to him.

“Why, you're infamous, it’s not every day that a commoner gains entrance into our academy.”

He continues,

“You must have an audacious nerve to work hard enough to fight your way into this school as an honor student Mr. Fujioka.” Kyoya spoke clearly, hitting a nerve with Haruhi, who was barely processing anything.

“Well uh, thank you I guess” Haruhi was slowly getting a migraine at this point.

The spotlight shifts over to the blonde.

“You're welcome. You're a hero to other poor people, Fujioka. You've shown the world that even a poor person can excel at an elite private academy.” He now just prancing around, akin to a peacock.

“It must be hard for you to constantly be looked down upon by others."

“I think you're taking this ‘poor’ thing too far.” Haruhi gets frustrated with the group.

Tamaki ignores the feedback and keeps going.

“Spurned. Neglected. But that doesn’t matter now. Long live the poor! We welcome you, poor man, to our world of beauty.” Clearly not getting a hint.

“I’m outta here.” Haruhi started to back away from the intrusive host club.

Mitsukuni starts going towards the fleeting brunette.

“Hey! Come back here Haru-chan! You must be like a superhero or something. That’s so cool!”

Haruhi rebuttals.

“I’m not a hero. And who are you calling ‘Haru-chan’?!” Haruhi has started to reach his limit with these rich people.

Tamaki starts talking.

“I never would’ve imagined the famous scholar would be so openly gay.”

Y/n interjects.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Haruhi, who would rather be anywhere but here, asked.

“Openly, what?”

Tamaki ignoring Haruhi for the third time starts.

“So tell me what kind of guys are you into.” Invading the personal space of a very shaken Haruhi.

“Do you like the strong, silent type? The boy Lolita?” He gestured to the duo.

“How about the mischievous type, maybe the space cadet or the cool type.”

Y/n looks at Kyoya who’s writing in his sleek black notebook.

“Really space cadet? I don’t think I’m that bad at focusing.” Y/n who is now picking at his bitten nails.

“Really now, what’s the honor student's name?” Kyoya closed his book focusing on him now.

“….” Y/n looks off to the side racking his brain for anything.

“It’s Haruhi.” Kyoya said plainly.

Y/n went back to listening to Tamaki and Haruhi, quietly accepting defeat.

“Uh… I, uh… it’s not like that, I was just looking for a quiet place to study.” Stammered getting backed into a va corner.

Tamaki is still not getting the hint. And getting even closer to Haruhi.

“Or maybe… You’re into a guy like me. What do you say?” Scaring Haruhi.

“Wait the vas-” before Y/n could finish, the elegant blue and white vase shattered by the brunette, despite his attempts of saving.

“Never mind..” Y/n mumbled before getting overlooked by the twins.

“Aww..” the twins whined, now towering over the distressed honor student.

Y/n starts.

“We were supposed to feature that renaissance vase in the school's upcoming auction.”

Kaoru adds.

“Oh, now you’ve done it, commoner. The bidding on that vase was supposed to start at eight million yen!”

Haruhi, who is pale as a ghost, frantically runs the number through her head.

“Eight million yen!? How many thousand yen is that? How many thousands are in a million?”

“Uh I’m gonna have to pay you back…” defeat filling his entire body.

The twins adding salt to a wound, states.

“With what money? You can’t even afford a school uniform.” Hitting the point home to an already stressed commoner.

“You're going to end up paying us one way or another.” Y/n shrugs, thinking of other options.

“Well, what do you think we should do about this Tamaki?” Kyoya looked at Tamaki who is now dramatically sitting in a chair.

“There’s a famous saying you may have heard Fujioka, ‘when in Rome, you should do as the Romans do.’ Since you have no money, you can pay with your body. That means starting today, you’re the Host Club’s dog.”

Haruhi is now just a shell of a person, talking to himself over his current situation and comes of it.

Mitsukuni pokes Haruhi, no reaction.

“I think we killed him.” Y/n waves his hand over Haruhi’s blank face.

The next day….

The sounds of chatter danced across the elegant walls, filled with girls who have too much time on their hands. And hosts who also have way too much time on their hands.

Tamaki is entertaining his usual customers, who are just hanging on to his every word. When a voice grabs his attention.

“May I have a word with you Tamaki?” Seika Ayanokoji spoke.

She continues. “I’ve recently heard the club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree.” She spoke with underlying bitterness.

“I don’t know if I’d call him that.” Tamaki responded.

Haruhi walks in the bustling room with a paper bag. Along with y/n, helping carry the extra groceries.

“Speak of the devil!” Tamaki declared.

“Thanks for doing the shopping little piglet. Did you get everything on the list?” Tamaki Turing his full attention on the male.

“What? Piglet?” Haruhi questioned.

Tamaki snatched the bag out of Haruhi’s hand before inspecting a brown container.

“Hey, wait a minute, what’s this?” Tamaki studies the container, puzzled by it.

“Just what it looks like. It’s coffee” Haruhi deadpanned.

An unbelieving Tamaki inspects the suspicious coffee before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that’s already ground?”

“What do you mean? It’s instant coffee.” Haruhi is baffled by the lack of awareness coming from the blonde.

The girls who’ve been listening the entire time but in.

“It’s instant?”

“Tamaki, it’s the kind you add hot water to powder.” Y/n explains, before Tamaki could say anything.

“I didn't know there was such a thing” a girl said in shock. Another girl joins in.

“So it is true then. Poor people don’t have enough time to grind their own coffee beans” said as if it was a revolutionary concept.

Kyoya appears out of the blue and adds his thoughts.

“Commoners are pretty smart.”

Twins join in the chaos taking the instant coffee in their own hands.

“Hundred grams for three-hundred yen.”

“That’s a lot less than what we normally pay.”

Haruhi, fed up with the commotion over coffee, takes the coffee back.

“I’ll go back and get something else. Excuse me for not buying you guys expensive coffee.” Frustration leaking with every word.

But before Haruhi could do so, Tamaki stood with dozens of other eyes peering at the coffee.

“No, I’ll keep it.” He said, causing a multitude of gasps from the guests.

“ I’m going to give it a try.” Causing more shock throughout the pretentious group.

“I will drink this coffee!” He stood lifting the coffee in the air. An array of applause erupted at Tamaki's display of bravery.

A dumb founded Haruhi stood there as he was made to make ‘commoners coffee’ for everyone.

“I’ll help yo-“ y/n gets talked over by a bitter redhead.

“Oh Tamaki, now you’re taking the joke too far. Your palette won’t be able to stomach that crap. You don’t have to drink it just because he bought it.”

Haruhi paused and looked at the girl. But the redhead continued.

“Sorry I’m just talking to myself.” She said staring daggers at him

“Haruhi!” Tamaki called. Causing Haruhi to rush over to the demand of the group.

After a few minutes multiple teacups are placed before Tamaki and the rest.

“Let the tasting begin!”

As girls spoke their concerns with this mysterious instant coffee, Tamaki quickly charmed the girls out of their fear.

After everyone went back to their usual duties, leaving Haruhi and y/n watching everyone do their job.

“Shouldn’t you be entertaining your guests.” Haruhi look to see the twins doing their typical routine.

“I don’t have a lot of guests so most of the time I just end up doing nothing ” Y/n answered.

Mitsukuni walks in with Mori behind him. Causing Haruhi a lot of confusion.

“Is that boy really a third year student?”

“Honey-senpai may seem young and childish, but he's a prodigy.” Y/n said.

Causing Kyoya to come out of his place of hiding.

“And mori-senpai’s allure is his strong and silent disposition.” Kyoya added

“Uh..” Haruhi is barely understanding anything.

Mitsukuni grabs Haruhi’s attention.

“Haru-chan!”

Causing Haruhi to yelp not expecting Honey-senpai.

“Hey Haru-chan, do you want to go and have some cake with me?” Honey asked, looking up at Haruhi.

“Thanks, but I don’t really like cake.” Haruhi stammered.

Honey holds up a pink fuzzy bunny up to Haruhi.

“Then how would you like to hold my bunny Usa-chan?” Honey gave the sweetest puppy eyes.

“I'm not into bunnies.” Haruhi politely declined.

“Are you saying you don’t like Usa-chan?” Honey looked as if he was about to cry.

“I- I guess he is kinda cute, huh?”

The bunny gets shoved into Haruhi’s hands.

“Take care of him, okay?” Honey giggles before running off to cater to the guests.

Kyoya, without looking up from his book, starts talking again.

“You’ll notice that our club utilized each man’s unique characteristics to cater to the desire of the guests. Just so you know, Tamaki is number one around here, he's the king. His request rate is seventy percent.”

“What’s this world coming to?” Haruhi exasperated.

Kyoya continues.

“And in order to pay back your eight million yen debt with us, you will act as the Ouran Host Club’s dog until you graduate.”

“I’m sorry I mean errand boy, you can run away If you want Haruhi, but just so you know, my family employs a private police force of 100 officers. By the way, do you have a passport?” Kyoya looked up from his notebook.

“Huh?”

Tamaki appears behind Haruhi,

“You're gonna have to work hard to pay off that debt. My little nerd~.” Tamaki cooed into Haruhi’s ear.

Haruhi understandably jumps up and backs away from the prince.

“Never do that again.” He said hyperventilating.

“Tamaki please don’t make me use a spray bottle again.” Y/n states pinching his eyes in frustration.

Tamaki once again ignores Y/n.

“You need a makeover or girls won’t ever look twice at you.”

“Yeah well I’m not trying to get girls to look at me.” Haruhi argues with the dense blonde.

After Tamaki goes into a rant about how important it is to be a gentleman to the ladies and other nonsense, Haruhi speaks his reason why.

“ I just don’t think it’s that important.” Causing Tamaki to be more puzzled at the concept.

“Why should I care about appearances and labels anyway? I mean what really matters is what’s on the inside right? I don’t understand why you even have a host club like this.” Haruhi bluntly said, striking a nerve with Tamaki.

“Cruel reality isn’t it?” Tamaki asked.

After what felt like hours of a one sided debate, Haruhi finally stopped Tamaki.

“Oh did I strike a cord?” Tamaki smirked.

“Obnoxious!” Haruhi said, breaking the blondes heart.

Twins laughing came over to Haruhi.

“You’re a hero alright!”

“ I’m sorry Senpai, but your lesson did strike a chord with me.” Haruhi politely explained. Causing Tamaki’s mood to boost up.

“Really? It did? Let me show you more. My friend.”

“He got over that quick.”

“Boss?” The twins looked towards tamaki

“Call me king.” Tamaki corrected.

The twins carry on.

“You can teach him the basics of hosting but.. he’s not going to get very far with the ladies if he doesn’t look the part you know. He’s not exactly host club material.” The twins proceeded to remove the honor students' glasses.

Revealing a gorgeous face behind the specs.

“Hey! I need those. I used to have contacts but I lost them on the first day of school.” Haruhi explained but it came to deaf ears.

Tamaki snapped his fingers.

“Hikaru, Kaoru.”

“Got it!”

The twins ran off while Tamaki sent out more orders.

“Kyoya, my hairstylist. Mori senpai, go to the eye doctor and get him contact lenses.”

As the others went off it left y/n and Honey-senpai left.

“What about us Tama-chan?” Honey asked innocently.

“Honey senpai.” Tamaki said.

“Yes sir!” Honey responded.

“You…go have some cake”

“Looks like it’s just me and you-…” y/n starts but honey-senpai is off sadly eating cat with Usa-chan.

“Never mind… I guess.”

The twins come back and throw Haruhi into a changing room along with the purple uniform. Causing the twins to get thrown out by Haruhi.

Everyone gathered around the changing room waiting with bated breath until-

“Um, senpai?”

“Aren’t you done changing yet?” Tamaki asked.

“Are you sure it’s really okay for me to keep this uniform?” Haruhi is fidgeting with the cuffs on his sleeves.

Tamaki rushes closer to Haruhi along with everyone else.

“Cute! You're as pretty as a girl! Adorable!” Tamaki said tears welled in his eyes.

“You think he knows?” Y/n questioned tilting his head towards Kyoya.

“Highly unlikely.” He said

“Haru-chan you look so cute!”

“If we had known that’s how you really look… we would’ve helped you way sooner.” The twins say, looking at the new Haruhi.

“Who knows, maybe he’ll draw in some new customers.” Kyoya chimes in.

“ You know, that’s just what I was thinking. Our errand boy is moving up in the ranks. Starting today, you are an official member of the Host Club. I will personally train you to be a first-rate host. If you can get 100 customers to request your service, we will completely forget about your eight million debt!”

“A host?” Haruhi is shocked at what is happening.

Haruhi is now at a table surrounded by girls, getting asked a multitude of questions. At the start he stumbles through, really unsure of what to do. After a while Haruhi starts talking about his long gone mom, which causes the girls to grow emotional and become attached to the new host.

Tamaki is spying on Haruhi over the sofa blatantly ignoring his guests.

“Why is he so popular?” Tamaki question.

“He’s a natural.” Kyoya calmly spoke.

“No training needed.” Y/n agreed.

“Unlike you y/n.” The twins teased.

“I wasn’t that bad on my first day!” Y/n argued. The twins have a knowing glance and started laughing.

A familiar voice breaks Tamaki’s attention.

“Have you forgotten about me?” Seika said, jealousy painted over her face.

Tamaki quickly regained composure, and responded.

“Oh, no. Sorry princess. I’m just a little concerned about our newest host.”

Her eyes narrow and look at the host.

“Well that’s obvious Tamaki. You sure have been keeping an eye on him.” Her tone grew more bitter.

“Of course I have to. I’m training him to be a gentleman like me!” He declares.

The other girls giggle and Tamaki calls over Haruhi.

Haruhi excuses himself and goes to Tamaki.

“What’s up?”

“I'd like you to meet someone. This is my regular guest, Princess Ayanokoji.”

He gestures towards the girl.

“Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you.” He politely smiled.

Tamaki fussed over Haruhi again but this time refusing to let go despite the protests from the male.

Causing Haruhi to call out for Mori-senpai’s help.

Mori rushes over to the two and swiftly lifts Haruhi away from Tamaki. Surprising Haruhi in the process.

“Mori-senpai you really didn’t have to go that far.”

“Come on little one, let daddy give you a hug!” Tamaki is now back to babying Haruhi.

“I’ve already got a dad, I don't need another one!”

Later on the next day the club continues except now with the lack of Haruhi.

And as you would expect Tamaki is worried, and asking all of the hosts on the whereabouts of him yet to no luck.

Finally he asked y/n.

“I believe he’s looking for his bag last time I checked.”

Tamaki runs off to look for him.

Y/n look around the room for a host who isn’t busy. As luck would have it the twins were free.

“Hikaru, Karuo! Wanna play cards?” Y/n called out to the two.

They walked over as Y/n set up the game.

“What do you want to bet with this time?” Y/n said finishing dealing the cards.

After a few rounds, the twins grew bored and ended up wandering off to do who knows what.

The end of the day comes and y/n packs up and starts to head home. But as y/n went by the crystal windows he saw Haruhi and Tamaki in the school pond drenched in water with Haruhi’s bag emptied across the water. He smiled and continues his walk.

Haruhi is now stuck hosting with the redhead girl. The tension was deathly uncomfortable. It was clear to anyone they didn’t like each other.

Glass shattered along with screams.

“No, Haruhi! Leave me alone! Somebody help, he just attacked me!” She whined, causing the entire room to look at her and Haruhi who is now on top of her.

“Somebody do something! Teach this commoner a lesson!” She yells more.

The twins pour water on the two, shutting the princess up.

“Why did you do that? Do something, Tamaki, Haruhi just assaulted me!” She tried putting on the victim act.

“I’m disappointed in you. You threw his bag into the pound, didn’t you?” Tamaki said no longer having his usual cheerful smile.

She was taken aback and try to turn things around.

“You don’t know that. Do you have any proof I did?” She argued the act slowly slipping

As he finally kicked her out permanently, the last people now in the room after all this was just the hosts.

Tamaki turns to Haruhi who is still soaked in water.

“Hmmm.. now how am I going to punish you after all it is your fault. I got it! Your quota is now 1000!”

“Haruhi here kyoya helped me get another uniform” y/n hands Haruhi the bag. “Sorry it might not be your style but it's better than nothing!”

Haruhi goes and changes to the new uniform.

Tamaki went off to bring Haruhi towels, clearing thinking this was a bright idea.

“Wait, should we send him to help Haruhi?”

“He needs to find out one way or another.”

“But I mean-“

Screams erupt from the other room, it seems like he found out.

Nothing Haruhi is saying is going through to Tamaki. But Tamaki flushes when he hears Haruhi compliment him.

Kyoya turns to y/n

“Now I may be wrong but I think we may be witnessing the beginning of love here.”

Y/n smiled.

“To be fair I think it started well before he found out.”

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Note: Hi I’m back from the dead!

Sorry for being gone for like a year but here we go

#x reader #kyoya is gay #kyoya ootori x reader #lgbtq #kyoya x reader #Ftm #ohshc #Gay #kyoya ootori #gay people

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michinnyun · 2 years

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could you maybe write more wanda comfort? both your wanda fics are so comforting for me. anything of wanda taking care of reader or something idk. no pressure!!

me when i see y'all request more wanda comfort

okay I'm reading this back and realizing this is not so much Wanda comfort as it is Wanda domestic fluff. idk man when i write for her i just get possessed into not fulfilling the prompt. SORRY. i'm really proud of this though. and i'm gay

Mrs. Maximoff

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader

Summary: Are we all depressed LMAO

Tags: Fluff × Domestic Fluff × Date Night × Date Night Gone Wrong × inappropriate use of wanda's powers × you know what i might use that tag in future fics × eyes emoji × Comfort × ruining dinner × i have no idea what else to tag this as × request × hi

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It amazes you how many things Wanda can squeeze into her day.

She’ll manage to keep the entire house clean, make breakfast lunch and dinner for herself and the twins, and still look as fresh as a spring morning while simultaneously protecting the planet from magical and extraterrestrial threats.

You think she’s going to ask you to move in with her.

It’s a little scary, but not because you aren't ready to do it. You just don't want to be dead weight. You aren't sure how you’re going to fit into her routine.

You don’t tell her this, because she'd probably think you're being silly. “The boys love you,” she’d say. “I love you. That’s all that matters.”

Yeah. She’s amazing.

You want to do something nice for her, after all her hard work. After everything she’s been through.

Your apartment is modest compared to her neat home in the suburbs. Tonight’s date night, and Wanda called a babysitter to watch the boys. You’re waiting for her to come by, fidgety. You check the time on your phone every five minutes, even though she’s not due for another hour and a half.

You’re making paprikash, which is cheesy of you, but you know it’s her favorite. It reminds her of a home that's long gone. You stir periodically, checking the spices to make sure it tastes right. You got sweet paprika from the Eastern European market a couple blocks away over a week ago in nervous anticipation.

You’ve gone out of your way to make everything perfect. The living room is clean, your bed is made, everything is as neat as you can get it to be in this tiny, cramped space. You even bought flowers, which are cut and sitting in a vase on the kitchen counter.

So yes, everything is perfect.

And then the power goes out.

It’s out for the entire building. People are gathered in the first floor office, demanding to know what’s going on.

Unfortunately, you live in a world constantly disrupted by superheroes and aliens. You don't know why the other tenants of your building haven't been expecting something like this. You just want to know when the lights are going to come back on so that you can treat your girl to a special night.

Wanda walks in through the front door of the building at that precise moment, turning heads. She’s wearing light wash jeans and a cardigan, like some sort of PTA supermom, which you guess she kind of is. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“It's the Scarlet Witch!” a little boy tells his mother, tugging on her pants leg excitedly and pointing at your girlfriend.

You rush over to her before she can be crushed by the mob, taking her hand and running towards the stairwell illuminated by emergency lights.

“What’s going on?” she asks as you drag her up the stairs.

“Power went out,” you explain, out of breath. “My landlord’s hiding. We probably won’t have lights until tomorrow.”

You feel horrible. Tonight was supposed to be perfect, and of course life had to get in the way.

“Hey,” she says, stopping you on your mission up the stairs. She cages you against the wall, holding your cheeks in her palms. “It’s okay. We can light some candles! It’ll be romantic.” She smiles, tilting her head the way she does when she's trying to be cute.

It works. You nod. She kisses your nose. “Okay,” you whisper, letting her press a quick kiss to your mouth.

You’re buoyed by the hope that this night isn't totally unsalvageable. There’s only a few more stairs to take, and then the night can finally start.

Then you reach your floor, sniffing. There’s a burning smell coming from the direction of your apartment.

“No, no, no, no,” you murmur, hurrying to unlock the door.

Just as you suspected. The paprikash is ruined. Your heart sinks into the floor. “I thought I turned the stove off,” you groan, moving the ruined pot to an empty burner.

You put your head in your hands, lamenting your short attention span.

Wanda puts a hand on your back. “You were making paprikash?” she asks quietly. You nod, embarrassed. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmurs, folding you into her arms.

“I made noodles. They’re in the fridge. We can have those I guess,” you murmur, trying not to cry. “Plain noodles and burnt stew. This has been a total bust. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey,” she says, sternly. She pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. “What are you sorry for?”

You sigh. “You’re a full time mom and a superhero. I can't even make one meal right. How am I supposed to-” You don’t let yourself finish that sentence, growling in frustration.

“How are you supposed to…?” she asks, pecking a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You press your lips into a thin line. “Take care of you,” you answer after a minute.

She laughs, not meanly, but still. “Don’t laugh!” you groan, throwing your hands up in the air and trudging to the stove. You take the ruined remnants of your meal and throw the whole thing in the garbage.

“Sweetheart,” she says, using her powers to lift the pot out of the trash and place it gently in the sink. It’s such a simple use of her monumentally impressive magic that you almost laugh. “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“I know,” you sigh, wringing your hands. “I know. You’re the strongest, most wonderful person I’ve ever met. Doesn’t mean I don't want to.”

Her face softens. She walks over to you slowly, like she’s trying not to frighten a wounded animal. Wanda rests her hand on top of yours.

“You’re wonderful. You know why?” She kisses you, so softly. Every kiss feels like the first time, when you were a nobody who worked security in Avengers tower, a lifetime ago. Things are so different now. Everything is different.

“Why,” you murmur, trading more sweet kisses that steal your breath.

“Because you care. You try,” Wanda lays her hands on your waist, resting her forehead against yours. “That’s enough for me.”

Now you’re really going to cry. Her lips are soft, dry. She’s wearing new perfume. Your heart skips a beat. She must have picked it out for tonight.

“I just… I want to do nice things for you. I want to be part of your life. I want to make things a little easier.”

She chuckles and says your name fondly. “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that life is never easy. All I need is you and the twins. You make it all worth it.”

You sigh, nuzzling your nose against hers.

“Just, you know. You wouldn't be my first pick for housewife of the year,” she jokes. You slap her arm.

“I knew that was coming,” you say, trudging to your closet where you keep your unscented candles.

“Aww, come back,” she complains, wrapping her arms around you from behind in the dark. “I didn’t mean it honey, I think you’re so good at being a housewife.”

“Yeah?” you say, igniting your lighter and illuminating your face in the soft light. “Want me to try making dinner again?” She hesitates. “You are so full of shit, Maximoff.”

Wanda laughs, and you laugh with her. She has this way of making everything better. Lighter. You love her for it.

She ruffles your hair. “Let’s order a pizza, Mrs. Maximoff.”

You pause, the flame flickering in your hand. Wanda freezes too, as if just realizing what she said.

“I-”

“Don’t apologize,” you say quickly. “Don’t take it back. I liked it. I-I want that.”

She gasps softly, her long lashes fluttering against your hair.

“I’ve been married before,” she says quietly.

“I know.”

“It wasn’t the most traditional union.”

“I know,” you turn around, holding the candle between you. It lights on her face, flickering, insecure. Uncertain. “I don't care what you did, Wanda. I know about it all, and I still want you.” You place your hand under her chin, tilting her mouth to yours.

“How?” she asks after a minute of terse silence.

You shrug. “Like you said, life isn't easy. You had a lot going on. I wish I could’ve been there for you. But I’m here now. I’m not leaving.”

She bites her bottom lip, and you resist the urge to tug it out of hiding with your teeth. To show her how much you mean what you’re saying. Maybe later. She needs to eat something first.

“Let’s order a pizza,” you say before sealing your lips together in a short kiss. “Mrs. Maximoff.”

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