#it's so funny. they fall for her front and whatever she says about her mother postretcon

[rosemaryyuri]

it's so hilarious how a large chunk of the homestuck fandom actually and genuinely believes everything rose lalonde says about herself and her life. she would be so happy. You think I'm cool, calm, and put together? You think I'm a reliable therapist for my friends? Tell me more.

#it's so funny. they fall for her front and whatever she says about her mother postretcon #(yes mom lalonde WAS abusive and severely neglected her child emotionally and physically to the point rose could not take a genuine gesture #of gift giving as anything other than deeply ironic and spiteful and also actively snuck around the house to avoid interacting with her #mother. not to mention mom lalonde was Drunk All The Time and offered rose alcohol. but yeah sure just believe the 16 year old) #talk tag #rose #sorry i just saw such a take i needed to say something about it or i would Die

[star-girl69]

As much as I love overprotective Clarisse which believe me I DO😍😍 am I the only one who kinda wants to see a protective reader if something happens to Clarisse or even Ivy?!

I feel like Clarisse may just sit back and be Yh that’s my girl 🤭

Literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this

Also I love your writing so much it’s so goodddd I check my phone for any new posts all the time and scream when you do

TYSMMMMM BAE ILY!!!!!! been in a writing slump recently. someone else please write a mind bogglingly good clarisse fic to inspire me again. lord give me strength…

forget the fact this is 2 days late. thank y’all 🙏🙏

anyways officially adding danny to the perfect family bc I DO WHAT I WANT!!!!!!!!!!!

ok so imagine this

clarisse is participating in some sort of contest

like

idk roman gladiators LMAOOOO

but basically it’s like a big tournament? and yk she’s destroying eating it up cooking, whatever you will

finally she gets to like the semi-finals and atp everyone kinda knows she has it in the bag

her opponents are scared

(trust an underground betting ring was formed. everyone who bet on clarisse is thanking the gods and everyone who didn’t is shaking in their boots)

clarisse is happy bc you and the twins (danny and ivy)

are sitting right in the front row cheering her on

and she got a wonderful good luck kiss from you

so not only is she happy and thinking about that but also she’s convinced that she’ll win just bc she got a kiss from you

so the fight starts, ivy is genuinely SCREECHING at the top of her lungs she’s so me she can’t be normal about anything ever

and you and danny are just regularly cheering for her 😭

eventually someone behind you tells ivy to shut up

YOU WHIP AROUND BC WTF???

harshest death glare in the universe. like even zeus would be a little scared.

ivy doesn’t even notice she’s chill

the other person quickly shuts the fuck up.

then you turn back to watch clarisse and the fights just starting, the other dude is scared and knows his ass barely stands a chance

she’s having fun pummeling him

ugh fight scenes are hard to write

so eventually she tosses his ass to the floor

“GO MOM GO GO GO BEAT HIS ASS MOM BEAT. HIS. ASS.”

“IVY STOP FUCKING SWEARING”

and this dude, who’s laid on the ground, who knows he’s cooked, decides the best option is to grab some dirt and throw it in clarisse’s face

and no one was prepared for this

like clarisse was standing over him with her spear at his throat, smile on her face, everyone knew he was done for- THEN HE DECIDES TO PLAY DIRTY AND DO THIS???

like everyone thought clarisse had it in the bag

the rules for this competition were that you’re not allowed to use anything but your person and/or pre-approved weapon(s)

NOT EVEN CLARISSE WAS EXPECTING IT

SO SHES DISTRACTED BY THE FREAKING DIRT IN HER FACE

SO WHEN THIS BITCH KICKS HER SHE GOES DOWN

DEAD SILENT!!!!!!!

EVERYONE GASPS!!!!!!!

whispers in the crowd… “oh bro is cooked…”

(sorry i’m obsessed w saying cooked rn)

and he is cooked

but by someone unexpected.

clarisse is wiping the dirt off of her face swallowing her shame she can’t believe she got distracted and let herself fall she should have saw it coming but suddenly she hears someone screaming

she opens her eyes and sees you menacingly walking towards this dude, who’s still on the ground and scrambling away

and what’s funny it you’re yelling at him like a mother would

the crowd is giggling…

“THAT IS AGAINST THE RULES. WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT MANNERS??? WERE YOU NEVER TAUGHT DECENCY??? SHAME ON YOU SHAME ON YOUR PARENTS SHAME SHAME SHAME”

clarisse is literally sitting there mouth dropped open when you grab his ear and he HOWLS

dragging him back towards clarisse, he’s kicking and screaming and literally CRYING

“HELP HELP HELP ME HELP SHE CANT SO THIS SHE CANT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG”

“YES THE FUCK I CAN YOU BROKE THE FUCKING RULES NOW APOLOGIZE YOU LAWLESS SWINE”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING PLEASE I DIDNT”

one of the apollo kids who organized the event is looking around (kinda enjoying it) but mostly very scared

“technically you did break the rules… sorry pal…”

“PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME”

obviously, this is the hottest thing clarisse has ever seen in her life.

she’s sitting back on her palms, watching in utter amazement, trying not to bite her lip

someone loving clarisse… that gets her going

someone loving clarisse enough to PROTECT HER??? she’s about to explode. EXPLODE. she’s never needed you so bad in her life LMAOOOO 😭

and this bitch is STILL refusing to apologize

like damn it’s not that hard… it’s not like you have any pride left to speak of you just got dragged around by the ear 😭😭 bro you’re cooked just apologize and get out while you can

AND YOU’RE GETTING FED UP WITH IT TOO

“hey, dumbass, why don’t you look at the stands?”

you point, and everyone follows your finger.

ivy is a literal cartoonish whirl of her pink t-shirt and the white shorts with the little trees on them

danny is holding her back (with ease, might i add he’s strong as fuck 💪)

“i’ll let her out.”

“I DIDNT DO ANYTHING-”

“LET HER OUT”

he barely escapes that attack.

when you finally call ivy off of her attack, she stands next to clarisse, literally growls at the dude, before hugging clarisse

clarisse is still on the ground in utter shock.

she can’t keep her eyes away from you and ivy. she can’t get rid of the GLOWING feeling in her chest

is this… what it’s like… to be loved?

WAHHHHHH WAHHHHHHHH BITCH NOW IM THE ONE CRYING NOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭

danny eventually walks over and helps her up

then they all watch as you smile sweetly at this very traumatized dude and ask if he’s ready to apologize

“IMMSORRUOHGOEE IMSORHR ESEBIMS YORUUE”

(i’m sorry oh gods im sorry i’m sorry”

then you walk over to clarisse, rolling your eyes and mumbling about bad parenting, girl she pounces on you.

kisses you so hard in front of everyone

ivy and danny are hugging each other and shielding each other’s eyes, screaming, begging for you two to stop

“y/n” she breathes as she pulls away “you are… the most amazing mother, the most amazing girlfriend, and literally the love of my fucking life.”

literally twirling your hair “omg baeeeee you’re too sweet 🤭”

(y’all don’t end up leaving her cabin for a LONG time.)

after this clarisse definitely sort of realizes a whole new side of your relationship. seeing you publicly defend her like that, publicly care about her, love her, omg she is going crazy for you!!!

after this incident she definitely stops calling you her gf.

gives you a really pretty ring she got one of the hephaestus kids to make, starts calling you her wife

and nobody better have a problem w that lol or else they got two ares killing machines, one feral attack dog, and a literal mother who is not afraid to drag you by your ear.

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 10

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers

Warnings: Slow burn - slightly Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - idiots in love - homophobia - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: There are some revelations as Reader takes a leap of faith and Wanda is finally confronted with her emotions, Kate is finally getting some progress, and someone just spot the twins in the mall.

As always, English is no my mother tongue, so please forgive the grammar, spelling and funny mistakes!

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 10

Breaking the distance

The snow was falling slowly right outside your window.

There was a small smile playing on your lips, you could hear Maria giving you a full debrief of the latest developments on the different projects you were leading. A part of your mind was on what she was saying, but your other half, the one daydreaming at the moment was replying to the last couple of days inside your head.

From the moment you met her, you knew there was something about Wanda Maximoff that would either drive you mad or make you fall in an instant. It wasn’t only about her looks, for you had always thought she was a beautiful woman, it was more about her own personality, her stubbornness, and her witty nature that made you believe she was out there to drive you off the wall.

Then, you actually got to know her.

She wasn’t as self-centered as you thought she was, and she certainly wasn’t as strong or as bitchy as she pretended to be. What you discovered behind those green eyes was someone vulnerable, someone reaching out to protect her children and to feel loved. Whatever scars she was carrying from her past were deep enough to make her vulnerable and strong and the same time.

You couldn’t help but remember the recent weekends you spent in her company; you never thought you would look forward to meeting with her or her children, to actually spend such special moments with her while fully aware of the growing tension between the both of you. It had been subtle at first, perhaps the tension carried by the fact you had been a bitch to her, and she was still slightly guarded around you. Then, you realized there was something else in there, you knew you were attracted to her that was the reason why you were so careful with your own delusions.

Yet, you couldn’t deny the recent looks she sent your way, or the lingering touches or the deepest of your conversations whenever you two were alone. You couldn’t help but long for these moments to be real, for those accidental touches and that timid smile to mean what your heart craved. That weekend, while America was trying to ease the pain on her back with the twins helping her around brought you closer to Wanda. In your mind, her green eyes lingered, her words, and the softness of her lips on your cheek moments before she left with the promise of coming back the next day. And the day after that, and the day after that one.

Your heart trembled, and your jaw clenched tightly at the overwhelming emotions running rampage inside you.

“You’re not paying attention to me. Again.” Maria huffed leaning back against her chair, the cold reproach in her voice broke you from your thoughts, you turned around smiling apologetically at Maria before settling yourself on your seat.

“Sorry, Maria, not my intention.” You laced your fingers together your eyes drifting to your mobile then back to Maria. “I just got a lot in my mind, what with the festival coming over next week and…”

“And Wanda.” Maria finished shaking her head. “Really, if I didn’t know better, I would say you two had a date tonight.”

“I wish.” You mumbled lowering your face to hide your blushing cheeks.

“You two still in the ‘we’re only friends’ phase?” Maria stated amusedly, she put her tablet on the table taking a closer look at you.

Maria Hill had been your father’s personal assistance, when he died, she took it upon herself to teach you the general workings of the company before presenting her resignation letter. She didn’t assume you would stay with her by your side, but it was obvious to you the woman was a valuable asset and a great friend you couldn’t let go. So Maria stayed and since then, she had always been the voice of reason around the company.

The older woman had seen you as of late, the moment Wanda Maximoff came into your life she had seen the changes from that fake annoyance in your voice whenever you mentioned her to the subtle affection in your tone as of late, Maria knew there was something there. You had changed so much; you were heard humming happily whenever you thought no one was looking. From time to time, a content smile would decorate your features, while your fingers tapped happily on any surface.

Whatever was happening with Wanda Maximoff certainly had a positive effect on you, and the other woman. Maria had heard Natasha talked about the other woman as well, how she was more relaxed as of late, how her smile was easy on her lips and she was always just waiting patiently to go into her phone and continue a conversation she had left unfinished with you. Natasha had seen Wanda grow while, at the same time, giving herself the chance to be herself without anyone dictating her life.

Now, if they both stopped being so stupid, everyone would be happier for them.

“We are friends, you know?” You rolled your eyes when Maria merely snorted.

“Right, but you want to be something more, don’t you?” Maria inquired, leaning forward.

You hesitated for a moment before shrugging in defeat, “I do but I think…I just don’t know how to approach this, Maria, she is just…confusing at times, you know?”

“No, not really, what do you mean?”

You contemplated the hard surface of your desk, your mind going through all the moments you had shared with Wanda so far. The mixed signals, as well as those conversations that had left you wondering if perhaps the woman was really looking for something else or she was just being nice. You really had been diving into an ocean of confusion that was finally catching up to your resistance and it was starting to drive your crazy.

“I just think…well, she has children, right? And a husband, right? I mean, she is not even divorced yet and well, nobody assures me she will get one any time soon. And perhaps I’m reading too much into her being nice.” You intertwined your hands rolling your eyes. “I feel like an idiot.”

Maria offered a comforting smile, she had never found herself so inclined to broke a promise she made to Natasha as she felt at that moment.

“You are overthinking, Y/N. You are not an idiot, but I do think you should have a serious conversation with Wanda.” Maria trailed off for a moment before continuing. “You have been dancing around this topic for far too long, why don’t take a chance? Why don’t just be honest?”

“What if I am wrong?” You asked softly, Maria smiled at you and the question that left her mouth next made you tremble with anticipation.

“What if you are not and you are actually loved?” Maria hesitated for a moment; she locked her eyes with you before continuing. “Don’t let this chance slip away from you, Y/N. Life is too short, and taking a leap of faith may lead to that happy ending you and her deserve.”

“Why do I have the feeling that you know something I don’t, Maria?” You retorted narrowing your eyes at Maria, the other woman shifted on the chair looking away from you.

“Talk to Wanda, Y/N. This is not my story to tell.”

“Everyone seems to know that story but me, why?”

Maria grimace shrugging, “not really my place, boss, now if you don’t mind me getting away from this conversation we could continue talking about your projects, and what we have been doing with Jarvis.”

You opened your mouth ready to protest but decided against it, Maria would not tell you what you wanted but mostly what you needed. And Maria was right about something, you needed to talk to Wanda and get the full story from her before making any rash decision. With a heavy heart, and a whirlpool of thoughts, you gave your full attention to the report and the situation with Jarvis.

________________________

When Wanda glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror she found herself looking into the eyes of a completely different woman.

A year ago, Wanda found herself scared to death while the cries of her children were muffled by the basement door. Vision had been furious after a party in which Billy, Tommy and Wanda had failed to make a good impression and had costed Vision a business deal with an important businessman. The twins had been locked the hole weekend, and Wanda…

Wanda shivered at the memory of the abuse she suffered that day.

But now, almost a year later, she was different.

She was no longer Wanda Jarvis, nor was she Wanda Frank.

She was Wanda Maximoff.

The only way she got to be closer to her mother, her brother, and her family.

Now that Wanda was looking at her reflection, she could see the longer hair and the green eyes gleaming with life. The traces of fear were no longer marking her features, and while letting go of her past was hard, she no longer feared her home, or loud noises, or the fact she was not on time with her house chores. And her children were free, they had grown so much in the last couple of months, the fear left them completely and instead of running from their neighbour, they were just excited to see them, to share time with them and have Wanda just as happy as them. 

No, the woman looking at her back was a woman that was discovering new things about herself. 

Wanda offered a tentative smile, her hand lifting up to the spot you had kissed that morning before saying goodbye. It was a foolishly gesture, something you had taken upon yourself to do whenever the both of you parted ways. The kiss was simple enough, but it lingered in Wanda's cheek with a burning fire Wanda was still uncertain to admit. 

She dropped her eyes, her phone unlocked and open in the conversation she was having with you. Since America had gotten into her little accident whatever time Wanda spent at home she either spent it at your place or hers. It had become a habit, preparing dinner and sharing some good conversation as well as watching some silly TV show in the company of the twins and America. 

And every morning, whenever you two crossed paths before going to your respective jobs, you would just approach Wanda wished her a good day and kiss her cheek. Wanda placed a hand on her face, her cheeks burning up and her lips curling slightly. She felt like a teen all over again, experimenting the tingling emotion of new discoveries, new relationships, new attractions. 

Attraction. 

Yes, because Wanda could no longer kid herself with what she was feeling, you had become an important part of her new life, and with you she had discovered something she thought buried a long time ago. She was attracted to you, she liked your smile and your silliness as much as she found exasperating your smugness and know it all nature. Wanda found herself thinking about you, waiting to see you, wanting to talk to you and that scared her in ways no many could comprehend. It wasn't only the fact that Wanda didn't think you would find her remotely interesting to consider anything at all with her, it wasn't only the fact that you were dating someone already. It was also the fear Wanda kept in her of getting lost in another relationship, of losing herself once more and not being able to be her. 

“You are thinking too hard, Wanda.”

Wanda jerked away from her reflection turning to see Natasha standing by the door of the bathroom. The older woman smiled at her, a single eyebrow lifted while her long legs carried her to the sink. 

“Are you alright?” Natasha inquired in the same sisterly tone she had taken to use with Wanda. 

“Yes, I am just… Nervous.” Wanda revealed, Natasha took that chance to teased her. 

“Nervous about our meeting with Y/N, or about the divorce papers?” Natasha gauged her reaction; Wanda opened her eyes wide hiding away her blush by bussing herself with her phone. 

“The… The divorce, of course.”

“Of course.” Natasha rolled her eyes but said nothing, she then put on a serious mask making sure Wanda understood the seriousness of what she was going to say.

“I know that this is a huge step, but you just have to sign them with the full custody of the twins papers and I will take care of everything else.” Natasha could see the tension building in Wanda, but this time around it came with a silent anger and determination she didn't feel months ago. 

Natasha was happy to see the progress, and if everything went fine the man would spend the rest of his life in jail. 

“I know, I already signed them, I just…” Wanda hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I really don't want to see him anymore, and this is going to be a long process that may come in the way…”

“You don't have to worry about that, Wanda. We have you covered and he would never know where you are hiding.”

Natasha could see there was something else bothering Wanda she waited putting a hand on Wanda’s forearm. Wanda lifted her eyes giving in and saying what was really tormenting her. 

“I haven't told Y/N the complete story, you know? What if… What if she finds out?” She sounded vulnerable, as if the mere idea of you knowing such a detail of her life really scared her. 

“Why haven't you told her?” Natasha asked but Wanda merely shrugged. 

“I just didn't want her to think less of me, I guess.” Wanda heard herself shaking her head and breaking into a bitter smile. “I just didn't want her to know how weak I am.”

“You know Y/N thinks the world of you, right?” Natasha balanced the knowledge she had of you and Wanda, of the growing relationship between the both of you before deciding she could push Wanda in the right direction. 

“She does?” Wanda looked surprised at this, Natasha nodded and continued. 

“You are a strong woman, Wanda. And Y/N can only see in you a strong woman, and someone she has come to really like.” 

There was a flicker of doubt shinning behind those green eyes, Wanda couldn't deny these words were somewhat comforting to her. But her doubt was rooted in the knowledge that you might had entertained the idea of liking her. Perhaps as something more than a friend.

“Don't think too much, Wanda,” this time around Natasha allowed the small contact with the young woman, her hand comforting on Wanda's shoulder, “let it flow, and let it be for the time being. You are doing fantastic so there is no rush.”

Wanda offered a tiny smile, she sighed following Natasha right outside the bathroom to the huddle room where you were waiting patiently for them to come in. 

Your face lit up at the sight of Wanda, and soon the both of you engaged in an animate conversation as if you had not seen one another in quite some time. Natasha observed from afar, she analysed your every gesture and your every word and soon she knew that all Wanda and you needed was time. 

Because everything else was already there. Two fools in love. 

_____________________

America had been out of commission for more than a week, she had tried to keep up with her physical therapy and her heart had been jumping in joy when Kate had joined in the different routines making sure America got them right. 

It had been a moment America had treasured greatly, Loki and Yelena had congratulated themselves for such a magnificent plan until Kamala chimed in to remind them Kate and America were technically still friends. 

This of course, didn't stop the pair who had everything planned out in the best way possible. Hence America nagging you with her plans for the day.

“So you're going to the movies?” You asked slightly confused by the comment. 

“Yes.” America nodded bouncing on her feet, she glanced at you then at her phone.

“I thought you were gonna babysit the twins while Wanda and I went to the school.” You made a gesture with your hand, trying to make sense of the request. 

“Yes, and I thought that we could see a movie with everyone else.” America leaned forward wiggling her eyebrows at you. “It will give you more time with Wanda, you know? And Billy and Tommy would be in good hands.”

You frowned looking away from your sister. 

“Have you told Wanda about this?”

America winced rolling her head, “Well, no. I haven't but… I have a card under my sleeve.”

You arched a brow at her, your chest filling with dread when you caught sight of her mischievous smile. 

“What did you do, America?”

“My dear sister, I know what you are experimenting and what you are going through.” America stated moving closer to you, her hands on your shoulders. “I have only cared for you to be happy, Y/N, and I can see Wanda makes you happy.”

Your body tensed completely, you tried to look away from America but whenever she stood her ground speaking at you with such a serious stare you knew there was nothing much you could do. America dropped her shoulders, her eyes hiding away the conflict inside her mind. 

“I don't want you to get hurt, you know?”

“I know.”

“If Wanda is someone you want then, the least I can do is to make sure you can be with her.” America offered a half smile, her hands squeezing your shoulders comfortingly. “But you need to do something already, this indecision would only create more confusion to you, to her and to the twins.”

“The twins?” You repeated blinking slowly. 

“Of course! They had noticed, you know?” America rolled her eyes at you. “They had noticed the changes in Professor Maximoff and in you, the amount of time we spent with one another, they may not understand but they know something is going on.”

You never stopped to consider that Wanda's children would be aware of what was happening. You didn't even consider the possibility, not because you thought they were fools, but because they were children. America opened her mouth to say something else but she stopped before anything came out of her mouth, while it was true that you shouldn't jump into any kind of relationship with a woman you didn't know too well, it was not her place to share her discoveries, Kate had explained to her that much. America stepped back, she knew what she had to do and that opportunity would present to her sooner rather than later, as soon as you and Wanda stopped dancing around one another. 

“So, you think…I mean, not that you are right but… You think there is a chance that anything may happen?” You asked casually, America snorted hugging you tightly. 

“You are an idiot.”

“Thank you, Lil sis, that's what I need to hear.”

America chuckled before going back to her initial request. 

“So, about the car…”

“Ugh, let's see first if Wanda agrees with this crazy plan then the car is all yours.” 

“Yes!” America punched you on the shoulder strolling down the hall calling her friends to share with them your approval. 

You snorted shaking your head, your eyes lifted to looked out of the window to the next-door house wondering what kind of conversation Wanda was having with her children. There was a moment of silence, your eyes fixated on the house next door until an idea formed in your mind; that Saturday would be the best chance you got to be with Wanda alone. It would be the chance to…

You sighed grabbing your phone and looking for the familiar name in your contact list. You chewed on your lower lip, if you didn’t take a leap of faith…you would never know, right?

“Hey, Ajak, how is it going?”

******

Just as America had told Y/N, the twins had noticed the changes in their lives.

It wasn’t that hard, the had spent most of their childhood afraid of the clock marking a specific time, or the door opening and closing, they had been afraid of the smell their dad usually brought with him when screaming and hitting at them. They had seen their mother cry, and they had seen and experimented the pain and the suffering the same way as Wanda did.

Then, one day, they just went inside a care and their mom took them down different roads, crying and confused until they reached anew house. It had taken some time, but Billy and Tommy had come to love their new home. They liked America who was always nice with them, she was always playing games with them or reading them stories or actually treating them like big boys. Tommy like Y/N first, while Billy just thought she was a silly woman.

Tommy disagreed with his brother, he had seen first hand how nice Y/N was and how good she was with medicine. Then, Tommy had seen how her mom smiled more often whenever Y/N was closed, and Billy had grumpily agreed with Tommy because Y/N seemed to be a constant figure in their lives.

And their mom liked Y/N.

Of that, the twins had not doubt.  And if their mom liked her, then they could like her as well, right?

The confusing part was to define what exactly meant for their mom to like Y/N; Balder had said that they wanted to kiss, but it was not possible because they were girls. Then, they started their own investigation when Balder told them that Nathaniel a boy in their class had two daddies, and then Balder talked about Val a friend of their dad that lived with another girl and they kissed one another.

It was confusing, but if their mom was happy then…well, then she needed to kiss Y/N.

It was either that, or their dad coming back. But they hated this idea, and they would prefer their mommy alone than back with their dad. Of that, their little minds were completely sure.

Now, the only thing they needed to do, according to Balder, was to make sure their mom knew they agreed to her and Y/N to kiss. It was only that, right?

Billy and Tommy glanced at one another; Tommy opened his eyes really big mouthing something to his brother. Billy scowled grabbing his glass of milk before speaking.

“Mommy, do you like Y/N?” Wanda was caught off of guard, the question made her choke on the coffee she had been drinking. Tommy gave his twin the thumbs up, but Billy was still scowling openly at his mom.

Wanda was coughing trying to recover ignoring that Tommy was swinging his legs in the air, his hand grabbing the spoon filled with cereal.

“I like Y/N! She is funny, and nice and she is… Warm.” Tommy scrunched up his nose, not really sure he had chosen the right words. 

“I…I…Warm?” Wanda stuttered.

“You are all red when she is here! Like when is hot in the house!” Tommy exclaimed as if that was enough explanation, Wanda winced trying to hide her mortified expression from the twins. 

“She makes mommy smile too.” Billy lifted his eyes to Wanda blinking innocently as he waited for an answer to his question. 

Wanda tried to take another sip from her coffee, her eyes glancing everywhere but at her children who were now focusing their attention on her. 

“Mommy?” Billy asked again, Wanda sighed placing her mug on the counter. 

“Yes, Billy, I like Y/N.” Wanda answered casually trying to quiet down the butterflies flying around her abdomen. 

“I like her too.” Billy nodded in agreement; Tommy grabbed another spoonful of cereal. “She is pretty.”

Wanda had to silently agreed with Billy, she softened her eyes slightly knowing her children really liked you a lot. It was one of the things that had made Wanda feel attracted to you. How easy you fit in with the twins, how you had earned their love and their friendship by being just plain silly with them. You and America had taught them how to be children again, how to let go of their fears of watching the clock every once in a while or trembling when the door opened and closed, or to let go of Wanda and run freely to have fun. 

“Mommy, do you have to go today?” Tommy asked softly, Wanda opened her eyes at the question, she had told them already that day they were needed it back at school to finish the decorations for the ball. 

“Yes, Tommy, but mommy won't take too long, and America is going to watch over you…”

“Can Y/N stay here too?” Billy asked and Wanda winced lightly at the request. 

“No, Billy, she will come with me to school.” 

Billy and Tommy glanced at one another; Wanda narrowed her eyes at the sudden spark of mischief that shone in their eyes. 

“Can we watch a movie?”

Wanda leaned forward waiting for the real request. 

“Yes, of course.” She answered tentatively. 

“Can America take us to the theatre to see a movie?” They both asked at the same time, Wanda opened her eyes leaning back as they grinned widely at her. 

Wanda hesitated before shaking her head. 

“To the cinema.” She clarified then, “you mean, to the mall?”

Billy and Tommy nodded eagerly, Wanda opened her mouth then closed it again, her mind going through the possibilities of her children going to the mall with America. Then, as she went to drink another sip from her coffee she almost choked again at Tommy's next words. 

“We promised we won't get mad if you and Y/N kiss each other, Mommy!”

“Tommy!” Billy exclaimed hitting his brother while Wanda tried to recover. 

“What?”

“Balder said you and Y/N want to kiss one another but that you need to be alone because that's what you do when you like someone.” Tommy said in one breath trying to get away from Billy who was trying to shut him up. “and you say you like Y/N!!”

“Tommy!! You ruined it!!” Billy scolded his brother crossing his arms and glaring at his twin. 

Tommy crossed his arms as well, red and slightly guilty at what he just said. Wanda placed a hand on her face, she was trying to collect her thoughts and had a serious conversation with her children when the doorbell sounded tearing her attention from the current situation to be door. 

“We will have a serious conversation about this, guys, but now stop glaring at one another and behave. I'm going to see who it is.”

Wanda was trying to regulate her heartbeat that actually skyrocketed when she opened the door to see you standing there. You were dressed rather casually, with a light jacket on and a scarf that helped out a little in the cold winter weather. Your grin showing off the dimples on your cheeks, with your eyes gleaming warmly at the woman standing in front of you. 

“Y/N!” Tommy was the first one to come running towards you, he wrapped his arms around you grinning while looking around until his eyes found America and he went right in to greet her as well. 

“Hope we didn't interrupt anything?” You asked after the silence stretched out for far too long. 

“Oh, no, no we were having breakfast.” Wanda stated not overly excited to tell you what she had been talking about with the twins. “Would you like to come on in? I was getting ready, but I thought we will go later today.”

Billy was standing to the side, his eyes narrowed and the small scowl he had been wearing before was back on his face. You hesitated before going over to him, your hand stretched out. 

“Good morning, Billy.” The boy glance at your hand, then at you and Tommy before taking your hand. 

“Hi.” He then stepped back and went to hug America who winced at the force the twins had greeted her with. 

Wanda winced but you merely chuckled, shrugging. 

“So I know we said later but… I have a proposal for you.” Your grin was infectious and soon Wanda found herself smiling back. 

America held back the twins, whispering with them while glancing at the adults every once in a while. 

“What proposal?”

“Well, you can have lunch with me.” You sounded more confident that what you really felt, your heart was threatening to leave your chest and your palms had gotten sweaty all of a sudden. “I mean, we could have lunch and then go to the school. America and her friends were thinking of doing something today and well, that includes taking Tommy and Billy to the movies… If you agree?”

Wanda soon found herself being cornered by her children, one teenager, and you all four looking at her with puppy eyes and pleadingly smiles. She gave in, it was hard not to do so even with the latent fear of having her children going outside with people that was not her, and perhaps risking their well-being by getting spotted by someone of their previous life. 

“We're not going to be alone, though.” America decided to intervene, she had the twins on each hand making sure she could show just how responsible she was. “Thor and Sif will come with us, Balder is also and we were actually going with them because they are planning Loki’s birthday party so… We won't be alone.”

“And, it's free lunch, so it's a win-win situation.” You completed it, Wanda knew her battle was lost the moment she found herself looking into your warm eyes smiling back at you with a hint of disbelief in her features. 

It was such a foolishly thing to fall for, she decided to ignore the warmth filling up her chest as well as the fluttering wings of butterflies in her lower abdomen. She felt her mind melting at the sight, and her cheeks coloured pink when you winked at her. 

“And mommy can kimphf.” Billy and America both grabbed Tommy silencing him before he could finish the sentence. 

You furrowed your brows, America was shaking her head while smiling apologetically at you. Tommy and Billy were arguing while Wanda had placed a hand on her face, slightly mortified and embarrassed. 

“So, what did I miss?”

“Nothing, just never mind, I think that's a good idea.” Wanda spoke quickly placing a hand on your forearm. “I was finishing something up, and then I guess you guys can go and…”

“And we can go too. Excellent, need any help?”

By the time midday arrived you were on the road with Wanda glancing at her watch and phone every chance she got. The car drive was silent, with not a single word shared between you just as you drove down streets Wanda had barely recognized. 

“They're gonna be fine, you know?” You finally said glancing at the woman beside you out of the corner of your eye. 

Wanda let out a snort, her eyes closing lightly before she leaned back on the seat. 

“I know.” She hesitated playing with the idea of telling you her real concern before dismissing the idea with a sigh. “I just… I have never let them go out without me, you know?”

You pursed your lips before speaking, “if you want we can join them, I can take the exit down there and we will be there in twenty minutes.”

Wanda turned sharply at you, her eyes opened and her brows lifted. 

“Really? You… You would do that?”

“It is obvious you are not comfortable, Wands, and that you want to be there with them.” You explained softening lightly, your hand sneaking around to grab hers in yours. “If it is important to you, then it is important to me.”

Wanda swallowed down her emotions, her hand squeezing yours. She played with the idea of accepting your proposal, she had this bad feeling with her children but she was also conscious this was due to her paranoid mind. She glanced at her hand and yours, before shaking her head. 

“I just think I need time, that’s all. We don't have to go over there.” Wanda felt her hand twitched before she let it rest against yours. “We haven't been this far from one another in a while, and well…”

Wanda trailed off she was not ready to share with you her tumultuous past. Or the story of her abusive husband. She was happy with the knowledge you had only seen the new Wanda, her new family and no what she was. 

“I can't even imagine what would be when they are dating.”

You chuckled, a content smile playing on your lips while you drove with a single hand. 

“I don't think it would be that terrible, you know?” Your eyes wandered around the mirror to take a look at Wanda. “Are you afraid they would bring a girl or a boy home?”

Wanda found herself shocked by the question, she looked out of the car thinking over before speaking her thumb caressing the palm of your hand absentmindedly. 

“I'm afraid they will bring a bad person home. I just want them to be happy with the right one.”

You could tell there was more to that story, but your attention was soon grabbed by your mobile announcing the proximity of the restaurant you had been looking for. Wanda leaned forward finding Olympia in all her glory standing proudly in the midst of powerful decorations of ancient times. 

“Today we're going to try a different setting, if you don't mind?”

Wanda tilted her head curious, she then smiled at you. 

“Not at all, free food, right?”

You chuckled parking the car while tilting your head to the side, “free food.”

The place was still packed, and this time around Wanda didn’t feel the pressure of being around so many people as she felt it before. There were families and group of friends all around the restaurant, the noise increased as they stepped further inside the building. You had said no word to Wanda yet, but to ensure she was never too far behind you grabbed her hand in yours leading her through the tables and the people until you found yourself at the back of the building.

Ajak was waiting for you there.

The older woman had the same smile she wore last time, in her eyes Wanda could recognize the traces of intelligence mixed up with the knowledge of unknown secrets. She was standing by a glass door, inside Wanda could see a world filled with colours, and she couldn’t help but stepped forward her curiosity sparked by the beautiful sight in front of her.

Your eyes followed Wanda around, there was no doubt in your mind that seeing the smile on her face and the innocent excitement in her expression was enough for you to be happy as well. Ajak snorted knowingly stepping aside while showing the doorknob decorated with golden holding the glass door closed.

“I hope traffic was not too bad, Y/N.” Ajak spoke her eyes going from Wanda to you.

“Not at all, Ajak, how is business so far?”

“You know, this is the best season for me.” Ajak shrugged this time around turning to Wanda. “And, Wanda, I hope your children are doing okay?”

Wanda was slightly taken aback; she offered a tentative smile nodding.

“They are, thank you.”

Ajak offered a tilt of her head before placing her hand on the doorknob, there was a strange tension in the air and Wanda had just noticed this section of the restaurant was not that busy. She looked around the place before her eyes settled in you, you shifted with some hesitation before stepping forward.

“Well, as always, I’m glad to make my customers happy, so I hope you liked what we did here.” Ajak opened the door stepping aside, her eyes following you and Wanda inside the glassed domo.

The theme chosen to decorate this place had been nature.

Wanda gasped the cold of the day forgotten as a warmth breeze caressed her skin, the sweet aroma of flowers and nature filled her nostrils while her eyes were enchanted by the sight of colourful flowers and multiple plants that create a path stretching out deeper inside the dome. Wanda had forgotten all about you, she just stepped inside touching the leaves of the closets tree finding this was actually a real tree and not some artificial creation. She walked down the road, her eyes gleaming excitedly taking notice of the sunflowers and the roses, she even got sight of orchids and some palms.

“You really know how to woo a girl, don’t you?” Ajak whispered beside you, you almost jerked away forgetting all about the older woman.

When you turned to face her, Ajak was already smiling knowingly at you. There was no use in denying what was happening or what you were trying to accomplish, you shrugged lightly lowering your face before speaking.

“Do you think…she likes it?” You finally asked, Ajak placed a hand on your forearm shaking her head.

“I think she loves it, and I think you are in deep trouble.” Ajak didn’t let you defend yourself, she merely nodded towards the greenhouse placing a gadget on your hand. “Everything is ready over there, Thena was already warned so you just had to press the button and they will bring everything, okay?”

“Thank you, Ajak, I really owed you one.”

Wanda was already walking down the artificial road by the time you caught up with her.

The young woman turned to you, and the sheer happiness she was wearing at the moment was something you realized you were not familiar with. Something inside you stirred with affection, your own expressions softening while it was quite evident you could not look away from her.

“This is amazing, Y/N, how did you find out about this place?” Wanda asked never losing her smile.

“Well, Olympia is really famous for being a themed restaurant and having the best food in the country.” You replied standing closer to Wanda. “And this place, is a new environment she was trying to get tested, so…I thought, why not?”

Wanda offered a tentative smile, looking away while trying to understand why she was feeling disappointed. You opened your mouth to say something else, but decided against it, your hand twitched at your side until you made up your mind and soon you were grabbing Wanda’s hand in yours.

“I hope you like it, I just thought of you when they offered me to try out this place.” You waited until those green eyes turned to you, this time around Wanda broke all pretences and there was a glint of vulnerability in her stare.

“Really? Why did you think about me?” Wanda could tell her question made you nervous, you avoid her eyes while stepping back bringing her over with you walking slowly down the road.

“I can’t seem to stop thinking about you, Wanda.” The sheer honesty behind your words made the other woman hesitated, you didn’t dare to look at Wanda and instead of that you turned around your voice being carried by the echo in the greenhouse.

“I couldn’t help but think you may really like this place, and perhaps that I could make you smile.” Then you tilted your head back, and the smile that showed on your face was one filled with doubts and longing. “I hope I am not overstepping or that you I mean, I just I’m not sure if…”

“This is perfect, thank you for the gesture.” Wanda didn’t let go of your hand, but her body language turned confusing for you it was as if Wanda was fighting with herself, she had stepped closer to you yet her eyes turned into stormy whirlpools of green.

There was an obvious tension around you two, and you knew if you were to lean in you would be able to discover the taste of her lips. Wanda was standing there, her eyes travelling around your face falling always on your lips before she returned to your eyes; she wished she was stronger, that she probably was more daring to end with her confusion and her curiosity but…what if you didn’t want to? What if you rejected her? What if Wanda was reading the situation incorrectly?

She could lose everything, and what she had found with you was something she didn’t want to let go off anytime soon.

“Can you show me around?” Wanda finally whispered; your stomach dropped in disappointment but you didn’t give up. Instead, you just put on a smile leading Wanda around while telling her the story of Olympia.

The greenhouse had been built right outside the main building, it was erected with tempered glass that gave the place the right environment to keep most the plants and flowers alive. The road had been made with wooden planks that twisted and turned around the place giving the visitors a nice view of the flora growing inside the dome. The main dining area was actually at the very centred, in which a pond rested filled with water flowers and a huge Oak tree. The dining sets were all made of bamboo, simple yet fashionable and comfortable; Wanda was beyond herself surrounded by such beauty.

It wasn't only the sight of the trees, or the flowers, not even the warm climate or the pond that was giving up the impression of a multicoloured source of water.

“This is amazing.” Wanda said breathily, she walked towards the only table that had been set up, her heart fluttering in her chest. What was the meaning of all of this?

By the time Wanda turned to you, it was easy to read the questions and the confusion inside her eyes. You wished there was an easy explanation for what you had done, for what you had planned in less than an hour that very morning. But the truth was, you couldn't. Whatever explanations you might have gone out of the window when she faced you with such a gleeful expression.

“I'm glad you like it, we are the very first ones to try this place out so…” You walked past her putting the chair out, your hand showing off the empty chair. “Madam, if you might…”

Wanda dipped her head hiding away the flush on her cheeks, with a hesitant step she went to the offer chair sitting down. 

“How did you do it?” Wanda asked, waving her hand at you as you sat in front of her. “How did you get a table in this place?”

“Oh, Ajak was a friend of my parents, my father even provided some investment to her business.” You shrugged. “She has always been kind to us, and she always has a table for my family.”

“But this is a new environment.” Wanda could see your shifting on the chair, your eyes looking everywhere but at her.

“Yeah, Ajak was needing some testers, and I thought we could be those testers.” You tried to sound casual, fixing the napkin on the table before lifting your eyes offering a half smile. “She is supposed to open this formally by the end of the year.”

Wanda placed her elbows on the table, her eyes dancing around the place before she set them on you firmly.

“Well, this is nice, thank you again.”

“I think your smile is thank you enough, Wands, you really should try smiling more often.” You replied before you could stop yourself, Wanda’s smile grew just a little with her cheeks colouring pink.

“I…” Wanda bit her lower lip ready to ask something when the sound of footsteps called her attention.

Your eyes lit up, and as soon as the owner of those footsteps show up you stood up and met the older woman halfway. Wanda shifted uncomfortably on the chair, her stomach twisted unpleasantly while her hand grabbed the closest napkin tightly; Wanda rolled her eyes turning around to fixed her attention in something else when the older woman leaned in to place a kiss on your cheek.

“You look just as beautiful as I remember, Y/N.” Thena leaned in, her clear eyes falling on Wanda that had her back to you two. The older woman raised a single elegant eyebrow, her attention coming back to you.

“And you, my dear Thena, are as flirty and as mischievous as I remember.” You shared a smile; the older woman placed a hand on your shoulder before stepping forward to go over to Wanda.

“And you must be, Mrs. Maximoff, am I right?” Then stretched out her hand to Wanda who looked like a deer caught in the headlights, she put her chair back her hand trembling as she grabbed Thena blinking away her confusion.

“I…yeah, yeah, you are…”

“The chef.” Thena lifted a single hand and soon two waitresses came right in. “As a courtesy, I would like to offer you a simple appetiser with drinks, you will have a chance to look at the menu and as soon as you decided you can go ahead and call for us.”

“Thank you, Thena.” You sat down looking excitedly at the table, wiggling your fingers as everyone set up the table.

“Don’t even mention it, I am always more than happy to attend to you and any of your women when you come here. Please, enjoy.”

You opened your eyes wide at those words, you opened your mouth to protest but Thena left as fast as she had come. Wanda frowned lightly, waiting for the rest of the people to leave before she set her eyes on the menu in front of her.

“So, you bring many women here? Is that it?” She asked coldly, you gulped shaking your head.

“No! I don’t…” You sighed rolling your eyes before closing them. “I haven’t brought anyone here since Shuri.”

Wanda made a face, a mixture of disbelief and curiosity that didn’t went amiss by you. You fixed on your chair, selecting your favourite dish from the menu before speaking again.

“We were together since high school, you know? I thought we would be forever, it was strange mainly because of our backgrounds.” You leaned forward making explanations that Wanda was not asking for but you had the need to share.

“When did…” Wanda trailed off, hesitating for a moment until your hand found hers on the table.

“What is it?”

“You may think I’m a fool.” She mumbled looking away from you, you chuckled brushing your thumb on the back of her hand.

“Come on! Nothing you said may make me think that, what is it?”

Wanda glanced at your joined hands, her heart skipping a beat feeling the overwhelming emotions drowning her senses. Whatever was happening at the moment, whatever had pushed you to invite her over for lunch that day and to spend the day alone with her, Wanda was still afraid of crossing over that thin line that had been drawn between the both of you in the last couple of weeks. But being here with you, enjoying the soft music playing in the air, and the beautiful place you had brought her to, Wanda could feel her resolution crumbling the moment you offered that tiny smile and those gleaming eyes.

“When did you realize you like women?” Wanda asked in a thin voice, almost shyly waiting for you to laugh or make fun of her question.

The question caught you by surprised, it didn’t make you laugh but it ignited some hopeful flame inside you. You shifted slightly, leaning to the side while never letting for of the hand you were holding.

“I mean, you don’t have to answer, is just, I was curious, I have never I mean…”

Wanda tried to let go of you, but you were faster than her, and her breath caught in her throat when you intertwined your hand with hers giving her a comforting squeeze. You relaxed into the chair, making sure that the other woman was as comfortable as she could be while you started sharing your story.

“Well, actually, it was quite funny, you know?” The world soon disappeared and in the midst of the greenhouse, near a pond and nature, you started sharing a part of you that not many had worried to ask before.

And, as you words filled Wanda with images of your memories, she herself felt a tug in her heart wanting nothing more than to know more about you, to know more about your process…to perhaps get to see if she was just as brave as you had been when you realized you like women.

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The mall was packed.

It seemed as if everyone had decided to go out on that very day to make any shopping and go to the movies. Billy and Tommy were excited to just go outside with America and her friends, they had learnt the hard way to never get too far from the grown ups and as memory goes, they didn’t remember the lats time they were allowed outside in such a place without the watchful eye of their father on them.

As soon as they arrived at the mall, Balder and Loki joined them with Thor and Sif trying to set up some ground rules from the teen and child they were chaperoning for the day. Minutes later, America and Loki had been joined by Kate, Yelena, Kamala and Peter all of them ready to go to the movies before going for something to eat.

“You are a grown man, Loki, so I expect you to be in your best behaviour.”

“Yes, brother, I will be.” Loki rolled his eyes when Thor placed a hand on his shoulder trying to make the same gestures Odin used on him.

“Sif and I will start the shopping list, and we will be around if you need us,” this time around Thor redirected his attention to the rest of the group, “don’t get th youngest out of your sight, and if anything happens…”

“We will scream and ask for help, we know, Thor stop it!”

Thor opened his mouth, but stopped himself when Sif came in, this time around Loki gulped dropping his shoulders and submitting right away.

“We are just concern, Loki, and since you have three young boys under your care we want to make sure everything goes well.”

“We know, Sif, don’t worry, we have your phones and we won’t leave them alone.” Loki grumbled crossing his arms, Sif smile nodding and stepping away.

“Then we will see each other in the food court at 3pm, don’t be late.”

“No, ma’am.”

America held back her laughter when Yelena made a whop sound at Loki’s words, the young man glared at her while Kamala and Peter snickered. Kate held Billy’s hand in hers, she and America glanced at one another and decided to start walking down the hall towards the cinema. Tommy was holding onto America, his eyes huge glancing around the place quite excitedly, squeezing America’s hand while pointing around to the stores.

“America! Look! Look! Did you see that?” Tommy squealed dragging America to a toy store, America chuckled following him with a smile in place.

“Yeah, Tommy, this is one of the biggest toy stores in here, if you want we can go in after the movie.”

Tommy turned to her wide eye, his mouth hanging open.

“Really?”

America almost winced, it was as if Tommy really was completely shocked to be on a place like the shopping centre and more so that he would be allowed to go into a toy store. Kate stood by her side, Billy was standing by her but his eyes were just as wide as those of her brother’s.

“Yeah, kiddo, really.”

America felt a hand on her lower back, she turned to see Kate smiling at her reassuringly, and the young woman returned the smile leaning into the touch. Billy lifted his eyes curious at the interaction, with Tommy blinking with curiosity before grabbing Kate’s hand. The young brunette lowered her stare and her heart almost exited her chest when Tommy joined her hand with that of America, the both of them blushing just as Tommy and Billy each one of them stood by the corners with America and Kate standing closed to one another.

“You know? Those two are far more subtle than you two.” Kamala stated to Loki who had just giving Peter the task to take care of Balder.

“So it seems.” Loki smirked, turning to Yelena and Kamala before speaking loudly, “did you see Chavez and Bishop blush like a pair of schoolgirls with a crush?”

“Shut up, Loki!” America and Kate exclaimed at the same time.

Tommy and Billy had taken it upon themselves to make sure Kate and America were as closed as they could be without crossing the line between friendship and something else.

By the time the movie had started they both sat closed to one another, with billy sitting at America’s right and Tommy sitting at Kate’s left side. America accommodated herself on the seat, her eyes would seek Kate every once in a while finding the other teen smiling at her while also engaging Tommy in small conversation.

“I think this is a good idea.” Kate whispered in America’s ear, the young woman shivered turning to see Kate’s face was dangerously close to hers.

“Wh-what?” America winced at her stutter, Kate merely rolled her eyes leaning closer resting her head on America’s shoulder.

“I think this is a good idea, Tommy and Billy are really enjoying the movie. And I bet your sister is having a good time as well.”

“Oh, yeah, I think so to. But this is thanks to you, Kate.” America hesitated before placing a single kiss on her friend’s forehead.

Kate smiled contentedly, “I guess we really are good together.”

America’s breath caught in her throat, she dared to grabbed Kate’s hands in hers knowing Kate could hear the hammering of her heart at the moment.

“I guess…I guess we do.”

Kate smirked into the movie, she knew it would be just a matter of time, she really hoped so because she was tired of playing the game of mouse and cat with America. Without anything else to say, they spent the rest of the movie holding hands ignoring the knowing glances their friends were sending their way.

By the time they exited the movie, it was almost three in the afternoon.

The movie had been silly, and they found themselves laughing and having a good time shooting cautious glances at one another all through the movie, leaning closer to one another until it was quite obvious tension had been building amongst them. The group had decided to move onto the food court while Loki tried to contact Thor and Sif.

America winced seeing the place completely packed, it seemed as if every single person in the city decided to go that day to the shopping centre.

“There are too many people.” Kamala made a face standing on the tip of her feet trying to look around.

“Ugh, I’m hungry, we should have eaten before going to the movie.” Peter tilted his head grabbing his stomach. “Come, Kam, let’s see if there is anything at the back.”

“Be right back, guys.”

America watched as Peter and Kamala left, and Yelena and Loki made a quick exploration of the different food stalls. Kate observed as Tommy rubbed his eyes, he yawned turning to America and tugging on her sleeve.

“Are you okay, Tommy?” America knelt, tilting her head.

“I’m sleepy.” Tommy yawned again wrapping his arms around America’s neck, the young woman melted picking him up in her arms.

Kate came around with Billy who was still quite active shooting his brother curious glances.

“Is everything alright?” Kate turned to the food court rolling her eyes when she spotted the rest of the group still struggling to get a table.

“Yeah, Tommy is tired, and I think we won’t find any place to sit.” America made a face with Kate wincing as well.

“I think you’re right.” Kate then perked up her eyes growing wide. “Oh, what if we grab the food and go back to your place? Tommy and Billy really looked tired and well…”

“Can we?” Billy mumbled as well, “I’m tired too.”

America shrugged fixing tommy in her arms, Kate melted lightly at the overprotective nature of America with these kids that had ended up becoming like little brothers to her. Kate hesitated for a moment before stepping closer to get Tommy in her arms, America furrowed her brows but the young woman merely shook her head.

“Your back is not completely healed yet, and you look as if you need a hand.” Kate blushed lightly when her hand brushed against America’s. “Besides, you’re the only one that can get them to behave.”

“Thank you, Kate.” America made sure Tommy was comfortable, she leaned closer until her eyes met those of Kate. For a brief moment the both of them looked at one another, like this America could see the soft pink colour in Kate’s cheeks.

Then, as if she just thought about that, America leaned in placing a kiss on Kate’s cheek.

“I’ll be right back then. Billy you take care of them.”

“Yes!”

America winked at Kate turning around to get Loki and the others. Billy shot a curious glance to Kate who was smiling like a fool, her cheeks completely red by now. Tommy stirred in the young woman’s arms, his eyes going wide when he spotted a woman right at the other end of a store. He shivered trying to hide his face while holding tightly onto a very distracted Kate.

Billy stood right beside Kate, talking once more about his favourite cartoon before Balder and the others joined Kate.

No one of them, not even Thor and Sif once they caught up with the group, realized they were being watched. None of them noticed the older woman stepping out of the store with her phone on her hand, her eyes going wide and a frown adorning her features as she went through her contacts to dial a familiar number.

“Vision dear, I hope you’re doing okay.” Agatha Harkness smiled into the phone, her eyes losing sight of the twins but she had already seen enough. “I’m good thank you, I was visiting my sister here in the city when, you won’t believe who I just saw, dear. Your children are here, Tommy and Billy. No, Wanda is not with them. Of course, let me tell you everything.”

The lights in your house and Wanda’s were out.

You parked the car right outside Wanda’s garage, the other woman had fallen asleep along the way knowing her children had gotten home earlier than expected and were just sleeping happily in your home. Snow had started falling by the time you two made it back, the school organization had taken most of the afternoon and the evening, but everything had been left ready for the kids to have a nice festival during the week, and the seniors to have a good dance on Friday.

You turned to Wanda, the young woman was facing you with her right arm around her abdomen and her mouth slightly open. You chuckled leaning in to see if she had started drooling yet, but seemed as if she was just in the early stages of sleep.

That day had been magical.

Wanda had been opened as well, she told you about her childhood back in Sokovia, she was happy telling you about her brother and her mother and how they had learnt English through old sitcoms while their father found a way to move permanently to the States. You had told Wanda about your first time facing your sexuality, and how you went through a lot of dates before finding Shuri. You told her about the tumultuous past with that relationship, the break-ups and the reconciliation, the lack of character on your part to end something that was going nowhere.

Then, everything turned into funny stories of failed mischief.

And her laughter had filled the auditorium while you supervised the set-up of the ice skat rink, and they set-up the music and the platform for the main event.  Your heart crushed under the overwhelming affection you felt for the woman sitting beside you, there was a hole in your abdomen filled with butterflies and uncertainty of what exactly you should do. Should you lean in and kiss her? Should just keep sending her messages about how much you like her?

You sighed turning to the house, then back to the woman that was still fast asleep. You wished you were braver than this, that you would just cross the line without the latent fear of losing everything if you were to finally close the distance between the both of you.

“I’m an idiot.” You mumbled before turning around and placing a single hand on Wanda’s cheek. “Hey, Wands, we’re here.”

Wanda stirred leaning into your touch with a single smile decorating her lips, she let her eyelids fluttered for a moment before letting out a yawn she tried to cover with her hand. You chuckled tugging a strand of hair behind her ear, your eyes softening lightly finding her green ones staring at you.

“We’re here already?”

“Yeah, just on time, is starting to snow.”

Wanda stretched out blinking away her sleepy state, she glanced out of the window grinning at the sight of snow falling right outside her window.  

“I love this season, you know? It reminds me of home and Pietro.” Wanda leaned back on the seat, wiggling her hands together before turning to you wrapping her arms around you, her mouth close to your ear. “Thank you, today was amazing, Y/N.”

“I’m glad you like it, Wands.” You smiled into the embrace, your hand drawing soothing circles in Wanda’s lower back. “I imagine you could use some grown up time, and I just…I want to see you smile.”

“Why?” Wanda leaned back, but not enough for you to not feel her warm breath on your face.

“You have a beautiful smile, Wands. I think you already know that.” You replied letting your fingertips played with some locks of her hair. “I thought it was pretty obvious how smitten I am for that smile.”

You knew that day you had been playing with fire, and while you had taken a leap of faith, Wanda was still as confused as ever. The young woman didn’t move from her position, and you almost choked yourself with your spit when she leaned over to place a single kiss on your cheek.

“You are not the only one smitten, Y/N, I also like it when you smile.” Then she leaned back and turned to your house. “I think we better go inside, it’s getting cold already.”

Without any more words, the both of you exited the car strolling down the entrance leading to your house; all the lights inside were off but you could see a silver one coming from the basement.

You made your way to the door with Wanda following you closed behind, by the time the both of you got to the bottom of the stairs you had to snort in disbelief at the scene.

“Seems like your house was the center of a sleep over.” Wanda wrapped her arms around herself, her lips curling into a soft smile that you shared with her.

“Looks that way, I guess we should let them, right?”

Tommy and Billy had arranged themselves at each side of Kate and America that were sharing the same space, Loki and Yelena were snuggling closer to one another, while Kamala and Peter were sprawled on the corner. There was a movie playing on the TV, but you decided to just leave it there. Everyone was fast asleep, and you could only guess the day for them had been just as tiresome as it had been for you.

“I think we better leave them be.” Wanda grabbed your hand tugging you to her and going upstairs, your heart skipped a beat at the gesture and soon you and Wanda were closing the door of the basement and moving to the kitchen.

“I guess I should get going, I mean…”

“You can stay, you know?”

There were no lights at home, and Wanda was still holding your hand in hers. The younger woman didn’t dare to look you in the eye, and you knew that if she did you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself. Wanda gulped chewing on her lower lip, you stepped closer shivering under the stare of the other woman.

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why?”

Wanda sighed but did not make any attempt to step back, “you know why.”

You tilted your head, your face falling and your eyes showing your shattered heart.

“I really don’t understand it.” You replied furrowing your brows. “I thought…”

Wanda shook her head, this time around she let go of your hand and her hands cupped your face. She was trembling, much like you were at the moment, and as you locked eyes with her you could see the struggle she was living. The tears in her eyes, the storm going on inside her head.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N, and being near you fills me with unbelievable happiness and I am scared.” Wanda fluttered her eyes close, and you could see a single tear rolling down her cheek. “there are things you don’t know and I wish…I want to tell you, but I just…”

“You need time.” You stated brushing tenderly the tears, Wanda nodded and her lower lip quivered waiting for an answer.

You nodded allowing your arms to sneak around Wanda’s waist pulling her closer to you until you were hugging her comfortingly in your arms. Wanda let out a sob and buried her face on your neck allowing the gesture while her hole body tingled with anticipation.

“So, this means…I didn’t read wrong any of this?” You mumbled softly, “I am known for reading incorrectly into many situations, and I don’t…”

“You didn’t. But I’m not…I just…” Wanda hid herself in the crook of your neck. 

“Cool, that’s okay. Don’t worry, I can wait.” You took a deep breath wondering at what moment this outing became such a deep revelation. Having Wanda in your arms felt like heaven, and you really wished you didn’t need to let got.

“You can stay still, you know? I have a guest room and if you…agree to stay with me I will behave.”

This last part made Wanda giggled, she stepped back with her cheeks turned completely red.

“What if I tell you I may not behave myself?” She asked with a glint of mischief in her eyes, you opened and closed your mouth scratching the back of your head feeling the heat rush to your core.

“I would say, follow your heart?”

Wanda laughed leaning in to place a single kiss at the corner of your lips, you closed your eyes only to open them and find her looking at you.

“I think the guest room is okay.”

“Good, then…let’s go.”

That night as you rested on your bed, your eyes fixated on the ceiling you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman sleeping in the other room. Your heart swelled with affection, your mind replaying all that happened that day and how close you felt to Wanda. That day you had crossed one line, and if what Wanda needed it was time, you could give it to her without any issue; you had come to realize she was worth it of the wait. With a single smile on your face, you turned around and fall asleep. Tomorrow would be another day.

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Next Chapter: The Yule Ball is here! There is a Winter Festval everyone is enjoying and Wanda finally learns the meaning of family. Reader is determine to win her over, and Wanda is finally done waiting. There is a kiss, and some tragedy waiting to happen.

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[pupcuck]

NOUVEAU GAULTIER !

ft. leon s. kennedy x reader x ashley graham

tags. leon is ashley’s dad, daddy-daughter incest, age gap, threesome, implied/referenced cheating, reader has a pussy, 1 tiny reference to an eating disorder, creampie, daddy kink, dub-con, reader gets cucked sort of, ex-president leon :3

notes. was gonna name this nouveau roturier like newly rich but thought I was soooo funny for making a designer brand pun and I’m not even french so it’s probably wrong like but idc omg I’m sorry!!! the timeline of this is fucked like idk but leon is old in this 50+ i’d say :3 i adore ashley with all my heart and she’s one of my faves but i totally bimbofied her in this fic so excuse that 😭 no pronouns are used but reader wears dresses/skirts and is shorter than ashley and leon calls them wife once, leon is ooc againnnnn I promise next time he will be getting pegged.. I am not happy w the smut in this bc it’s oddly put together but whatever not proofread ignore typos

You’re a social climber. Admittedly so. The minute you see Ashley, kitten heels clicking on the marble floor, shiny blonde bob, cat-eye sunglasses - you need her. Whether it be as friends or lovers, you need her. Her dad spent two terms in office a few years back, the name alone was enough to get people to vote for him, President Kennedy has a nice ring to it. Been tried out once, so why not again? He was super cute at the time too. Well dressed, soft-spoken, and Italian-American, but not Italian enough to make the general public go into a frenzy about how some foreigner snuck his way to the top. C’mon, look at those baby blues, that’s an American man born and bred. You wanna do the whole Happy Birthday Mr. President shit with him, bastardised JFK and Marilyn.

Ashley is easy, the sorority girls flock to her, use her till they get what they want. All it takes is some shiny shoes, a flashy handbag, and a pearly smile to get her attention. You go the extra mile, manage to snag a Miu Miu chino miniskirt after hours of bidding to match hers, put on some knee-high socks and loafers, saunter into class and sit right in front of her. Pull out your very authentic and vintage Vivienne Westwood pouch that you use as a pencil case, make sure she gets a good look at it.

She approaches you after class, flutters her fingers at you and asks you to wait up. “I love your bag,” she gushes, “I’m Ashley, sorry, I didn’t catch your name today.” Her bangs are clipped away from her face today with a crystal-embellished pin, matching the pendant that sits nestled in her cleavage.

You tell her your name, smile at her just as wide, tell her you’ve seen that cardigan in the Blugirl fall 2004 runway. She says it’s a replica, couldn’t get her hands on the exact one, but her daddy did manage to get her the bag straight off the model. Albeit a little busted from all the years of use. She’s too open, so willing to spill all her secrets to the first person she deems trustworthy.

It takes approximately three weeks before the two of you are thick as thieves. You feel like you’ve known her all your life. Ashley invites you over to her gilded cage in no time, located in the very back of a gated neighbourhood where all the old money is. Colonial mansions, lion statues, perfectly trimmed hedges, something out of the Stepford Wives. Gives you the creeps.

“Daddy’s home, but mom’s on vacation,” Ashley loops her arm in yours, greets the man who opens the door for both of you . He nods at her. “He’s probably in his office though, so he won’t bother us.”

The family portrait on the wall is too much. Isn’t that some mediaeval shit? Ashley looks like her mother, you note. Just kinder. She can never help the smile that reaches her eyes. Her mom’s a total bombshell, heels that make her taller than Mr. Kennedy, all tits and not much else. You always thought wealthy guys liked them small.

Her room is what you expect from Ashley. Tidy, shelves upon shelves of squeaky clean shoes, a handbag variant in fifteen different colours. Walk-in wardrobe that’s entirely colour-coded and sorted by brand. It’s a wannabe nepo baby’s personal heaven. The thing all your dreams are made of.

“Ash, this is crazy,” you find yourself opening drawers and cupboards, doing the complete opposite of what your parents taught you. Totally invading her privacy by playing dress up in her closet, and yet, Ashley doesn’t mind one bit. She lets you try on a Shushu/Tong dress, one that was tailored to fit her just right, so it’s slightly tight in the bust for you. A little too loose on the waist, she’s taller after all. Fatter ass too. Got that from her dad, you’ve seen how those slacks stretch uncomfortably far around his thighs. “It’s like a department store.” You wonder if she’s ever been in one. Probably not.

“I guess so,” Ashley giggles, helping you out of the dress with ease. “I’m glad I met you.” She wears her heart on her sleeve, can never lie to you, has to say it right there and then. “People are so mean to me ‘cause I have a lot.” Poor little rich girl.

“They’re just jealous, Ash,” you say breezily, fixing your hair in her full-length mirror. Framed by lights and everything. “It’s not your fault you’re rich, babes.”

“I know, that’s what I’m saying!” Ashley tosses her arms in the air, “like, it’s not my fault, I was just born into it.”

“Exactly, you didn’t ask for it.” You coo, cupping her soft cheeks in your hands. God, you’d kill for China doll skin like this. Some people really do have it all.

“You just get it,” she sighs, bats her mascara-coated lashes down at you, “I love you like so much.”

“Aw,” you stand on your tiptoes to kiss her cheek, she doesn’t complain when your lip gloss stains it, “I love you, like, even more, Ash.”

Sleeping at Ashley’s becomes a frequent thing. Anytime she asks, you agree. What’s better than free food, a big comfy princess bed, mani-pedis, and a pretty blonde by your side? Literally nothing tops that. You’d do anything to leave your dorm, your roommate smokes too much and never airs the place out.

You’ve never seen her dad despite spending all this time over at hers. A second home by now. All the staff know you by name. Bow their heads and greet you like they do Ashley. It gives you a real rush. Don’t even need that pat-down security check outside the gates anymore. Dude just lets you straight in.

At the dining table is where you meet him for the first time. You and Ashley, in matching slips, hers minty green and yours baby pink, sit chatting away and picking at your breakfast the way rich people do. ‘Cause god forbid you actually eat, Ashley said her mom was bulimic in winter and simply starved in spring. Anorexia is totally in this season.

“Daddy!” Ashley’s off her feet throwing herself at him the moment he steps into the room. He catches her easily, and it really is heartfelt, till they kiss. On the lips. Like. Tongue and all, spit dripping down Ashley’s chin kinda kiss. It takes you off guard, you choke on the shredded cucumber you put in your mouth, serves you right for trying to eat. No fucking way. Her hand dips low between their bodies, did she just grab his fucking balls? A ball grab is sacred. No way this is real. Oh my god. Jesus Christ, lord and saviour, this is what you get for making friends with rich girls. You’d rather the family secret be murder, not incest.

“Hi, my princess,” he coos, whispers something in her ear and winks, Ashley giggles and slaps his chest. Ew. You need to get out of this place, stat. “Who’s this, Ash?” Mr. Kennedy straightens up when he sees you, face goes stern, makes him look older. You used to find him so dreamy. Face like an 80s pornstar.

“Oh, daddy, I told you already,” she says your name and it must ring a bell ‘cause he nods his head slowly in recognition, “We’re going shopping soon, so I’ll see you later, daddy.” Ashley wraps her arms around his neck, god, you’re going to throw up a breakfast that you didn’t even eat.

They kiss and it’s even worse than last time. His hands go from her waist to her round ass, gives it a squeeze and Ashley squeals in delight. “I love you daddy.” She chirps.

“Love you too, princess,” he takes his freshly brewed coffee from the counter and leaves like he didn’t just traumatise you. Like you don’t need years of intensive therapy to get over what you just saw. No wonder her mom is still on vacation.

you: i need cbt

claire: cock n ball torture?? why??

you: ?? BITCH?

you: need to get out of here like asap

claire: told u they r part of a cult !!!

claire: illuminati

you: worse i’ll tell u when i escape

claire: send me ur will :(

“Isn’t he so sweet?” Ashley giggles as she sits back down beside you. “Daddy can drive us to the mall today, he said he’s free.”

It hurts to smile. “Oh, Ash, he’s so busy, he totally doesn’t have to!” Your voice is strained, but she doesn’t notice. “I don’t mind walking either.”

“No, it’s okay, it’ll be fun!”

It is not fun. It’s the farthest from fun actually. ‘Cause all you can see is them kissing. The scene keeps replaying in your head anytime Mr. Kennedy speaks. A man you’d once found so handsome, all suave and suited up, kissing his daughter on the mouth. Just as weird as every other politician. Worse maybe. Biden don’t get down and dirty with his daughter.

He doesn’t pay much attention to you, meets your eye in the rear-view mirror a few times, and that’s it. Daddy doesn’t like you, huh? Whatever. Ugly freak. Ashley and her mom are too pretty for this guy. Poor Ash, does she even know that it isn’t normal to kiss your dad? The thought is making you nauseous.

“Wait, can I get out here?” You blurt it out after thinking too hard. Ashley blinks at you in surprise. “I feel a little sick.” You admit.

“Oh em gee, are you, like, okay?” She covers her mouth with a dainty hand, light brows bunched up in worry, pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. “You’re kinda clammy, oh my gosh.”

“Yeah,” you smile at her weakly, “must be what’s going around college.”

“Daddy can drop you home,” Ashley insists, but you’d rather not let her see the state of your dorm building. The university does nothing to make it look pretty. Crumbling, old-fashioned brickwork, moss stuck to every inch of it. “He doesn’t mind.”

“No, I think the fresh air would be good for me, Ash,” you pat her shoulder, Mr. Kennedy pulls up near the curb, doesn’t spare you a second glance.

“Only if you’re sure…” She chews on her bottom lip, slender fingers intertwined with yours. Clingy. Ashley doesn’t want to let go.

“I’m sure,” you kiss her hand, “I’m sorry for cutting it short, Ash, we can go when I’m better, alright?” You tell her as you get out, she’s about to roll down the window and speak, but daddy drives off the second you shut the door. Fucking asshole.

Straight to Claire’s it is.

“I don’t believe you,” Claire laughs in your face when you recount your distressing morning. “You could've told me anything and I would believe it, but I do not think Leon S. Kennedy fucks his daughter on the low.”

“Claire, I’m serious,” you dig your acrylics into her arm, stomp your feet, “I fucking saw it, she grabbed his balls, like, like, she fuckin’ groped him!”

“Right,” Claire rolls her eyes, “Jill doesn’t even grab my balls ‘n we’ve been together since forever.”

“You don’t have balls to grab, bitch,” you’re shaky when you take the drink she offers, breaking out in a cold sweat when you think about it too hard. “Fuck, Claire,” you whine, “I thought you did journalism, can’t you like, tell someone? New York Times?”

“I’m in my second year of college, dude, I don’t think it works like that. No one’s gonna believe me when I say Kennedy kisses his kid.” Claire picks at her cuticles, she’s so over it already! Couldn’t this be her big break?

“Kissing your kid is fine, but not like that.” You keep grabbing and pinching her, trying to emphasise just how wretched it really was, but Claire tears herself free each time. “Like, that was porno shit, man.” To be fair, if Claire really did go to someone with your story, then wouldn’t they know it was you who leaked it? Then you’d be killed and it’d be framed as suicide, and so would Claire. Or a murder-suicide. They’d act like you were capable of such things. Claire might be, but you’re certainly not.

“Film it,” she shrugs, “then I’ll believe you.”

“No,” you shake your head, face grave, “Claire I couldn’t show you that, it would be too much, way too much.”

She laughs at you again, full belly laugh, pinches your cheek like you’re a toddler. “C’mon, it can’t be that bad. I think you’re just not used to it ‘cause you’re not close with your dad.”

“That has nothing to do with this!” You elbow her in the tit, “Even if I was close with my dad, I wouldn’t have my fucking tongue down his throat.”

“Suppose so.”

“Dude, if you had a dad would you be deepthroating his tongue?”

“I’m not deepthroating any guy,” Claire retorts, “Dad or not.”

“Okay, then what about Chris?”

“Gross!” She elbows you in the gut to get back at you, “Don’t even go there you fucking freak.”

“Claire, I’m like, you don’t get it, I’m fucking freaking out right now.” You can feel the tension headache building already. All the pressure is ready to pop. Is this how you die? Spontaneous combustion? In Claire’s apartment? All over the back wall that reminds you of how T.G.I Friday is decorated. Weird ass biker shit, old rock band posters. It’s ugly and this sucks. Who even listens to Guns ‘n Roses now? Axl Rose isn’t even cute and girly anymore.

“Dude, film it and I promise I’ll do something ‘bout it.” Claire holds out her pinky, you wrap your one around it. Deal. Some fucking friend she is.

Acting normal around Ashley is so hard. The hardest thing you’ve ever done. Harder than any exam, harder than any cock you’ve sucked. Just looking at her makes your tummy flip. Luckily, Mr. Ex-President ain’t around today, so you don’t have to worry about any ball fondling. No footage for Claire.

“My mom has that,” Ashley says offhandedly when you show her the Jean Paul Gaultier gown saved to your Pinterest board of needs. She’s filing her nails, popping her gum, having a good ol’ time like she hasn’t just dropped a nuclear bomb on you.

“Are you fucking serious, Ash?” You sit up in her bed, grab her by the shoulders, “I’m literally gonna throw up, can I see it?”

Ashley tilts her head to the side, and smiles cutely, “Of course you can, you can wear it if you want.” Holy shit. You’d kiss her on those gorgeous doll lips if she didn’t kiss her daddy with that mouth.

You knock her back into the bed when you hug her, “Ashley, I am literally going to take you home and put you on my shelf.”

“What?” She giggles again, “why?”

“Because you’re a fucking doll, babe, god, I could kiss you!” You could, but you won’t. Don’t really want Mr. Kennedy cooties.

Her mom’s wardrobe is significantly bigger than hers, there’s a single rack of suits that all look the same in the corner, obviously belonging to Mr. Kennedy. He gets a sad slither of space where he’s stashed a bunch of folded polos and slacks. That’s how it should be.

“I’m gonna shit myself, Ash,” you tell her when she pulls it out. There’s a fair amount of garments on the floor at this point, all costing more than you would if sold on the black market.

“Please don’t do that,” Ashley looks genuinely worried, she holds it to her figure so you can see the dress in all its glory. A lace bodice, sheer and naughty, delicate and subtle beading threaded into the patches of fabric. The skirt is sleek, sticks to the body like a second skin, but stiff like it’s unworn. Never been put to use. You’d be wearing this shit at every event no matter how small. Night out at the local bar? Yeah, you’re whipping out the Gaultier.

���It’s gorgeous,” you mumble, reaching out to touch it ever so softly like it could fall apart at any second, break apart like butterfly wings. “Are you sure I can put it on?” It sure looks good on Ashley, she’s lithe and slender in the way models tend to be.

“Duh, mom won’t notice anyway,” Ashley’s nimble fingers come to slip you out of your clothes, “it’ll fit,” she reassures you.

“Hi, beautiful,” you run your hands over the dress, it’s snug on the hips, loose on the bust. Opposite to how Ashley’s clothes fit. “Shit, Ash, I feel like I’m gonna pass out.” You can’t take your eyes off of it, the intricacies of the beadwork, the lace flora that stretches to your shape.

“You look so pretty,” Ashley fawns, “your tits look great.”

“Right?” You cup them, “I don’t even know how to thank you, Ash.”

She’s about to speak when the door to her mother’s dressing room clicks open. With his belt halfway undone, Mr. Kennedy enters, lips parting like he wants to say something. No god is on your side.

“Hi, daddy,” Ashley greets him with a kiss to the cheek today, thank fuck!

“Hi there, babydoll,” he rubs his cheek against hers, the roughness of his stubble making her cry out. “You playin’ dress up?” Good lord, get me out of here, you’re praying to whoever’s listening. The devil himself could answer and you’d take it.

“That tickles, daddy,” she clings to his arm, then nods at his question. “Mhm, doesn't it look pretty?”

Mr. Kennedy narrows his eyes at you. Alright, jeez, calm it, old man. You smile at him sheepishly, “Hi, Mr. Kennedy, sorry ‘bout this.”

“It’s alright,” he says coolly, “I’m sure it was Ashley’s idea.” He smiles at her fondly, eyes going soft and watery, he draws her in for a lip-smacking kiss.

It takes every morsel of your self-preservation to not cry out, run out screaming, take the dress with you and never come back. Move to Greenland. Meet some nice fellow and settle down with him. Are there hotties in Greenland? You stand there with a tight-lipped smile, bottom lip wobbling ‘cause your cheeks are starting to ache.

“It’s cute though, right, daddy?” Ashley’s lips are shiny with his spit as she makes her way back over to you. “Looks better than it does on mom.”

“Hm,” Mr. Kennedy raises a brow, looks you up and down. “Guess it does, Ash.”

“Will you help ‘em out of it, daddy?” Ashley asks innocently enough, she holds out her hand, “I don’t wanna break a nail if the zip gets stuck.”

“Sure, baby.” He agrees so easy ‘cause Ashley’s so sweet she gives you a cavity.

“No, it’s okay!” You turn your back away from him, reaching back to feel around for the dangling zipper, “I can do it myself, Mr Kennedy, there’s really no need.”

“I insist,” Mr. Kennedy steps forward, two strong hands on your hips and he spins you around to face the mirror. You feel his breath on your neck, the scent of his cologne wafts your way. Wearing so much you can taste it. It’s expensive of course.

You can’t stand him. Your knees go weak when his eyes catch yours in the mirror. Damn him for being so handsome. If he wasn’t such a freak, you’d do unspeakable things to him. Dip your tongue in his cleft chin, suck on his neck like a mosquito, grab his ass, his balls. Whatever he likes. He unzips it slowly on purpose. Or maybe it just feels extra long ‘cause this is so painfully awkward.

“It fits real nice,” Mr. Kennedy comments, his lips curl upwards, did he just pat your ass? Um, Ashley, hi, stop folding those clothes and control your dog of a father. “Wanted to be my wife or something, that’s why you put it on?”

“No, sir,” you say shakily, you’re so gonna vomit all over these cute heels.

“Might fit, but it don’t suit you,” the zip is open, you wrap your arm around your chest so you’re not left completely without dignity. “Low-class whores shouldn’t be playin’ house with my Ashley, alright?” He says it with a smile so blinding you almost thunk to the ground. Hold your horses, Kennedy, classism is so twenty years ago. “I know Ash likes you lots, but don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to.” Oh shit. C’mon Mr. Kennedy, you called her a bimbo once. That’s a compliment these days. Then you called her ditsy, airheaded, and a plethora of other things. Did he have access to, like, all the weird shit you’ve said?

“I love Ash,” you do, you really do. There’s no one in this world sweeter than Ashley. “She’s sweet to me.” You’ve got cottonmouth. Can’t get much else out.

“Did you get it off, daddy?” Ashley peeks over his shoulder.

“Almost, baby,” he urges you to move your arm, “lemme hold ‘em up so you can take it off, sweetheart.”

In your dreams old man. Never in a million years will he get to hold your prize-winning tits. Organic and homegrown on the farm that is your body. Okay, never mind, he’s holding them. You’re shaking like crazy, fingers hooking in the fabric so you can wriggle out of the tight skirt.

“Daddy, you’re so sweet,” Ashley flutters her lashes at him, so enamoured by this ugly creep. Handsome creep you guess. With a nose you’d like to ride.

“I’m sweet, huh? Shouldn’t you give daddy a kiss then?” Are they seriously doing this when you’re standing there ass naked with your tits in his hands?

“I’ll give you lotsa kisses, daddy,” Ashley peppers kisses along his jaw, down his neck, okay, she’s getting on her knees. Strangling yourself with that Hermés scarf sounds good right now. “Down here too.” She better not be giving him that ball squeeze. Trademark Kennedy ball squeeze.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, sweetheart,” Leon clicks his tongue, Mr. Kennedy was getting old and long to say. Fuck you, Leon. “Eyes up here, yeah?”

“Sorry, Mr. Kennedy,” you mumble, hear the sound of a zipper. God, she’s really going to town. Sucking and slurping.

“Step out of it,” Leon instructs, you do so carefully, leaving the dress pooled beside your feet. “Keep those on, darling.” Oh, only if you insist, daddy. You were going to run home in these red bottoms no matter what. “Why don’t you get those lips movin’, yeah?”

What in the fuck does that mean? Does he want you to suck him off too? He does. Right. You can do this. You’ve sucked every dick on campus, what difference does his make? It might be a little more wrinkly, balls might be more saggy, but plenty of guys have fucked up sacs. When you get on your knees next to her, Ashley takes your hand, gives it a squeeze as she works the shaft. Seriously, is this bitch leaving you on ball duty?

“Oh, you look so much like mommy, babydoll,” Leon tips his head back, runs his fingers through her silky bob. Does she find that hot? Being compared to her mom? If a guy said that to you, he’d be buried in a parking lot somewhere. Ashley takes him to the hilt, her button nose buried in dark hair, her throat bulging with his cock, and she’s not even gagging. She’s got skill. You gag a hell of a lot. But most of the time guys find it hot, ‘cause they start thinking they’re real big, brag that you couldn’t even make it to the balls. Really, you’re just not much of a giver. They taste weird, the burn isn’t pleasant, you just don’t really do a lot of cocksucking. Never got the appeal.

You make a meal of it still. Try to take his fat balls into your mouth, one at a time ‘cause they’re much too big, too heavy. Shouldn’t they be drained by this point in life? He’s like fucking old. Ashley and her daddy have it all. Nice cock, fancy suits, big car. Men don’t need much else. By the time you’ve managed to fit a single one in your mouth, suckling and licking along the seam, leaving him spit-slicked, Ashley’s making him cum down her throat.

She pulls off with a slick pop, cum drooling from the tip of his heavy cock, she puts a hand on the back of your head, forces her fingers into your mouth and keeps your tongue out. You feel the velvety head of his cock, dripping his salty seed in your mouth, he’s uncut on the fat. Cute. You like ‘em uncut. They look better that way. Like they’ve got a jacket. As he pumps himself, the head peeks out past the foreskin, nudges the tip of your tongue till he’s all done.

Ashley kisses you, swapping her spit and his cum into your mouth. She tastes like her raspberry lip balm. And cum. Lots of cum. Is this some initiation into the presidential candidate cult? Count you out.

“C’mere, my good girl,” Leon helps Ashley up, brushes off her clothes, uses a handkerchief from his breast pocket to clean up her messy face. And what do you get? Nothing. Every man for themselves, bitch. The heels hinder you from succeeding, but you hold onto the cabinet and stand all on your own. Didn’t need daddy’s help.

“Daddy,” Ashley whines, “I’m all wet.” Can you leave now? You gave the blowjob, more of a balljob on your part, but still, is it cool if you just slip out the back door. Or do they want you here for all this sweet talk too?

“You’re all wet, babydoll? Don’t worry ‘bout it, daddy’s gonna make it all better.” Are you in a porno right now? Is this all a huge setup? Where are the cameras? Shit, right. Cameras. You were supposed to be filming. Too late now, Leon grabs you by the wrist. Plops down on the chaise lounge, Ashley on one knee and you on the other. He’s got you by the tit and Ashley by the waist. How charming. Really shows what he sees in you.

Ashley kicks off her panties with ease. When she slid out of that cashmere miniskirt is lost on you, and where’d her bra go? Leon cranes his neck towards her, puckers his lip for a kiss that she gives to him instantly. They kiss more than they fucking breathe. He nudges you off of his lap, manspreads so it’s harder for you to sit comfortably. Why he put you on his lap in the first place? You don’t know. Maybe just to piss you off.

His ringed fingers part her puffy pussy, pink just like her nipples. She’s slick and shiny for him, doesn’t take much work to open her up. You watch her hole flutter when he takes them out, clenching around thin air, Ashley’s greedy. Even you know that. She needs everything in excess. God. Her cunt’s just as pretty as her face. Clit and folds sticking out past her lips, all pink and wet, wanna bite down on it. Needy little pussy that’s begging to be filled. Leon pinches her bud, plucks her nipples with his free hand. Ashley jumps with each touch, her chest heaves, eyes lidded.

Leon shoves his fingers in your mouth, coated in her arousal, candied as you lick it all up, every single drop. Pussy sweet just like the rest of her. Like she’s been dipped in a pot of sticky honey. “Ain’t it just the prettiest?” Leon hums, grins at you wolfishly, “My little girl got a pretty little pussy.”

“Daddy, you’re so sweet to me,” Ashley coos, her lashes dusting over her cheeks as her eyes close, his thick fingers stretching her open.

“That’s ‘cause you’re daddy’s princess, aren’t you?” Leon’s dick is hard again, standing proud against his stomach. Calm it, old man. Isn’t going multiple rounds bad for his heart? Is he on viagra? You wouldn’t put it past him. “Daddy’s spoiled little girl.”

Ashley throws her legs over his lap, sits so she’s facing him, sinks down onto his fat cock with such ease you choke on your saliva. Oh, so she’s like a fucking whore. Who takes big dick that easy? Her pussy swallows up the widest part of his cock, the base, leaves him glistening with her slick.

“Look at that,” Leon flicks her perky nipple, “takin’ daddy so fuckin’ well. All grown up now, aren’t you, babydoll?” You really don’t know if you’re supposed to be here anymore.

“No…” Ashley‘s little hands stroke down his broad chest, her nose scrunched as she grinds down into him, “I’m still daddy’s baby.”

“You’re always gonna be daddy’s baby,” Leon melts beneath her, he stops her hips from moving. Aw, she might be too intense for the old man. That girl fucks like a bunny, you’re not surprised. “Go on, sit.” Is he talking to you? He is. You take your seat between his thighs. Why you’re listening to him is beyond you. Okay, so maybe it’s turning you on a little. Like got you sopping wet, panties see-through kinda turned on. Shit. Pussy always thinking for you. Head says one thing and next minute you know you’re on your knees ‘cause Mr. President says so.

There’s some rustling, Ashley giggling, then your face to face with her sloppy cunt speared on his cock. Oh, that’s nasty. What a nasty old man. Fucking her like that. Full Nelson is just disrespectful to a preppy little lady like Ashley. Personally, you’d take her from behind. Watch her ass jiggle.

He doesn’t need to tell you what to do. Your tongue works quicker than your brain, lapping at her swollen clit as he fucks up into her, sucking on his balls, swiping up whatever mess she leaves behind on his dick. You’ve got a hand between your legs, grinding your clit into your fingers in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. Ashley squeals, her toes curling as you latch onto her clit, you’re rewarded with a gush of her cum. Splashes your chin, dribbles down your neck, wetting your tits.

“Was that good, babydoll?” Leon hums low in her ear, teeth pulling at her pierced lobe. “Enough for you?”

“Yes, daddy,” Ashley yelps as your nose bumps her clit, tongue still working to clean her up, but it’s inevitable, each thrust of his cock gets her creamy again.

“Yeah? Baby’s all done?” Leon’s cock twitches inside of her, then he dumps his load in his kid. Stuffs his princess with her daddy’s cum. Pats her belly and cradles her as you sit on the ground dumbfounded.

“Gimme a minute ‘n we can go again, daddy,” Ashley yawns, letting him pamper her, head twisting so she can see you, a dopey smile plastered on her face.

“I’m gettin’ old, princess,” he chuckles, “don’t know if I can keep up with you.”

“Course you can, daddy,” Ashley strokes his prickly cheek, “you gotta take both of us this time, promise?”

Sorry Claire, looks like you’re not making your big break in the journalism scene anytime soon. Not like she deserves it anyway. Stupid bitch didn’t even believe you. Well, if he puts his dick in you and calls you his baby, you might let it go. Might ask Ashley if this can become a regular thing.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #ashley graham smut #ashley graham x reader #tw incest

[sweetandscarlet]

unrequited love | pt 1

notes: hi everyone ! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something, unfortunately it was out of my control up until recently and i’m finally not shadowbanned :)

words: 4.2k

warnings: stepmom!wanda (32), stepdaughter!reader (22 & afab), yearning, alludes to smut in certain parts of the chapter ! eventual smut, eventual cheating - this chapter is just fluff, reader being an absolute simp for wanda and plot building. next chapter which i’m working on will literally just be pure smut (with a little bit of plot, idk how many parts i want to make this tbh). minors DNI!

guilt had become the constant in your life.

you had never felt such a strong feeling before, and as much as you tried to swallow it down and go about your day as normal, the gnawing ache of shame ate away at you until all you were left with is a hollow shell of disgrace.

in your defence, you and your little life were perfectly fine before now, it was you, your dad, a few close friends and your wonderful girlfriend who you had been dating for quite a while now. you were content and happy until a certain woman came crashing into your life unexpectedly like a bulldozer and flipped your world and everything you knew upside down.

albeit, none of this was her fault. all she did was meet a man and fall in love. how was she supposed to know the man had a shitty daughter?

well, that's how you'd best describe yourself. you felt sinful and disgusting every time your eyes stayed fixated on the older woman for a second too long. every time a smooth patch of her skin was exposed from her shirt innocently riding up and all you wanted to do was reach out and feel her soft, milky skin under your fingertips. 

or your mouth, either or was fine with you.

you hated how much of the woman consumed your thoughts throughout the day. what she was doing, if she was having a busy day at work, if she'd had plenty of sleep, drinking water, was taking care of herself.

all thoughts that you should be relating to your girlfriend, not your stepmother.

but alas, you were and all you could do was pretend like the woman wasn't the first thing on your mind when you woke up and the last thing when you went to sleep.

it was proving really hard to do when she wasn't a cliched wicked stepmother. you honestly would prefer it if she was, but instead, she was perfect, poised and so, so pretty. she treated you like you were her own and was so sweet to you, it made you feel sick. 

you were now six months into your spiral of shame. your stepmother and father were happy and your girlfriend was still blissfully unaware of the crush you harboured for the older woman. you kind of wanted to pride yourself on how well you've hidden the feelings. it was painfully difficult, to say the least. she was and is the most beautiful woman you had ever laid eyes on. so smart and funny and charming and-

"y/n, are you listening to me?"

your head shot up as a voice pulled you out of your thoughts. the voice belonged to a concerned redhead who was perched in front of the island in the kitchen, her hands skillfully cutting up vegetables for the dinner you'd be sharing.

"i- sorry wanda, i'm just tired. i didn't get much sleep last night. what were you saying?"

the older woman frowned at that. her mind thinking of all the possibilities as to why. were you stressed about university? girlfriend trouble? the strong urge to fix whatever problem you had quickly replaced whatever thought wanda currently possessed.

"aw no, how come, my love? are you using the tea i bought for you? you know, my mother always said-"

"chamomile tea helps you get eight hours of sleep, i know, i know. are you sure you're not just making that up?" you tease, an eyebrow wiggling at her as she continues to dice her bell peppers. "i mean, as a soon-to-be holder of an english lit degree, i for one have never heard of that saying"

wanda eyed you playfully, her hands still working on autopilot as the knife carefully sliced the ingredients below her. you had seen her do it plenty of times before and it still never failed to impress you.

"well, smarty pants i think you've forgotten i'm sokovian. ever heard of a little something called translation?"

you rolled your eyes at that. of course, you hadn't forgotten, it was also another aspect of wanda that consumed your every waking thought. the way her r's rolled off of her tongue, her accent growing thicker the sleepier or more frustrated she got.

everything about her voice never failed to make you ache with want.

“ya trenirovalsya, mozhesh' skazat'?” you gaily shot back, a small smile playing on your lips when you saw the redhead's eyes widen in surprise.

“my my, smart girl indeed, i can tell. you’re getting better" wanda mused as her gaze from you dropped to finish off the last of the vegetables before turning around to put them all in the simmering pan on the stove. "now, why aren’t you sleeping properly?"

your eyes slowly fell, the gnawing guilt returning as they landed on the swell of the sokovians' ass.

“uh, no reason” you mumble in response, your eyes staying trained on how well the jeans hugged every curve of hers. “i think it might be uni stress”

i’m lying. it’s you, i can’t stop thinking about you.

wanda placed the cutting board on the countertop next to the stove before turning back to face you. your eyes instantly dart up and you just pray she didn’t catch your lingering stare.

if she did, wanda didn’t show any sign of it.

“i’m sorry darling, is there anything i can help you with?”

you shot her a lopsided smile before clearing your throat and answering with a “i’ll be okay once finals are over, but thank you”

“i might not be your mumiya but i’m always here if you need me”

i do need you. in more ways than you know.

“that's mommy, right? well, you're a better one than she'll ever be��

it didn't dawn on you until a few seconds later. your mouth just moving without ever thinking about how it would sound.. or maybe you're just overanalysing this? your gaze drops to your hands as you mindlessly start playing with your fingers nervously. not everyone believes that word to be sexualised, right?

“i-“ wanda cleared her throat, turning to busy herself with the pan behind her. “i’m glad you think of me as such, malysh” 

the older woman gripped at the wooden spoon she used to stir the food with. “now, why don’t you get your father from his study and i’ll dish everything out”

you were thankful wanda had yet to turn around, as a shy blush must be evident on your cheeks right now. “sure, wanda. thank you, by the way, it smells great”

the redhead couldn’t help but beam at your approval as she continued to mindfully stir the food before turning the gas off and moving the pan to an empty burner.

when she heard your footsteps retreat, wanda let out a sigh as her hands fell to grip the counter in front of her, willing herself to calm her beating heart and the pulse that formed much lower.

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"so, how's it going with kate, y/n?" your father wasn't one to ask too many questions. the man would always let you do as you please, even as a kid. of course he was protective, but he also trusted your decisions. thus, usually keeping his curiosity to himself. "i haven't seen her around here much lately"

you continued to chew your food before raising your head to meet his small smile and kind eyes. "we've just both been busy, i guess. i am seeing her tomorrow though, we're going to a party and then going back to her house after"

the sound of cutlery clattering on a plate made you jump, the noise cutting through the silence of the room like a knife and you instantly turned your head to where the sound came from.

wanda sat there, unfazed at her disturbance as she stared back at you. her eyes narrowed in on you as she pursed her lips. "a party? what kind?"

you let out a chuckle at the question, your mind not quite registering the redhead's hard gaze and peeved demeanour. "the kind that you don't really remember the next day? you've heard of them, right?"

wanda sucked the tip of her tongue between her pearly white teeth and fought the urge to correct you on your bratty attitude. in actuality, if she was being honest with herself, you didn't have one at all, you were being your usual playful self. the older woman was just taken aback and albeit slightly annoyed at the mention of your partner. 

but, she was just looking out for you, right? like a good mother should, even if she was a step.

"yes, sweetheart, parties were around in the eighteen-hundreds"

the sound of your laugh helped ease some of the tension in the sokovians shoulders and she couldn't help but let a smile shine through as it echoed throughout her mind and invaded every sense of her being.

"damn, you all partied during the ipswich witch trials? that's hardcore, wanda, even for you"

wanda chuckled in response. "oh yeah, but i was just celebrating because i wasn't caught"

you sniggered at that, replying with a, "do you reckon i could still get the bounty if i ratted you out?" before returning to your food.

the redhead let out a playful gasp, her arm stretching over the corner of the dining table to swat at your shoulder. "you wouldn't dare! plus who would make you all these meals if i'm burned at the stake?"

you hummed at that, your finger coming to rest on your chin as you tapped at it, pretending to linger in thought on the question. "you make a point and i don't think i could survive without them"

the redhead beamed proudly at that before she heard the telltale sign of her husband's impatience and feelings of being left out as he cleared his throat.

"so, about that party, y/n. when are you thinking of leaving?" he asked, before placing his fork on his now-empty plate.

wanda mentally rolled her eyes, her sour mood instantly returning at the question. that was until an idea popped into her head and the scowl that formed on her face quickly inched into a smirk. "how about you stay in with me tomorrow night instead? your father will be gone for his conference and i could sure use the company"

you struggled to swallow down your food as your mouth dried up and you immediately reached for the glass of water to ease it down.

"oh, that's a great idea!" your father intervened, the sound of wood scraping against the floor as he pushed back his chair and stood up. "a bit of mother-daughter bonding time might help alleviate your stress"

your eyes stayed trained on your plate as you tried to muster up any excuse you could think of as to why that wouldn't be such a great idea.

unfortunately, your brain short-circuited and your mind went blank.

"i- but what would i tell kate and the rest of my friends?" you asked, your head raising to meet the redhead who was already staring back at you.

you wanted to audibly groan at the way she looked at you. soft, doe eyes bore into you and you found it impossible to deny her.

"you know what, just leave it with me, i'll tell them you're sick or something and i need to take care of you"

wanda's plump lips instantly curled into a smile at your response. exactly y/n, she thought. you need to take care of your mommy.

ᗢ

the next morning you were awoken by the sound of a sweet voice humming the tune of a song you didn't know, the sound started small until it faded into earshot and grew louder.

you turned your body onto your back to stretch, and your eyes soon flickered open to see wanda towering over you. a mug of steaming tea in one hand and two slices of toast on a small plate in the other.

"good morning, i thought i'd bring you breakfast in bed" the older woman smiled before placing them down on your bedside table.

when your eyes properly came into focus, you gulped dryly at the sight.

wanda was wearing a silk scarlet nightgown with a matching short robe to match, the colour was a striking contrast to the milky skin that lay underneath and your eyes flashed down to see she had yet to put on a bra. the cold morning air was clearly evident in the room as your eyes trailed away from pebbled nipples that strained behind her nightwear.

shit.

"thank you," you managed to croak out, one of your hands reaching up to wipe away the sleep from your eyes, using your other to push yourself upwards to rest your back on your pillows. "i'm excited for today, do you have anything in mind for what we should do?"

it took everything in you to not reach out a hand to yank your stepmom into your bed and have your way with her. because, god, how you longed to feel the warmth of her body underneath you as you trail your fingers over the apex of her hips and down to her soft thig-

"me too, malysh. i have some errands to do first, so while we're out we could do some shopping and grab some food?"

you nodded in response, a shy smile playing on your lips as the older woman's eyes bore into you. under wanda's gaze, you felt minuscule like a goddess who was staring down at you, a lesser deity.

but the sokovian never saw you in such a light, in her mind you were a woman worth worshipping. a magnificent being that should be held up on a pedestal for all the world to adore.

"good, i'll go and get dressed while you eat and get ready"

ᗢ

a few hours had passed since you woke up, and both you and wanda were now walking around the mall aimlessly with no destination or rush to be anywhere. the two of you just spoke about anything and everything until the occasional gasp left your lips when something caught your eye in a store window.

"do you want it?" the redhead would ask, her eyes trained on your face to gauge your reaction.

most of the time your eyes would widen upon seeing the price before sighing in defeat and setting it back on the shelf and muttering, "no, it's okay. i'll wait until my birthday or something"

against your wishes, wanda would pick up what you held in your hands moments ago before waltzing over to the tills, her hips swaying with purpose as she quickly pays for it. wanda then walks back to you like it was no big deal with the said item now in a plastic bag as she hands it to you.

soon enough you were now walking through the mall with a few bags in your hands and wanda carrying the rest in hers.

guilt weighed heavy on your chest as you looked down at what you were holding. wanda, who was walking a couple of steps in front of you turned to see your bottom lip jutted out and your eyebrows contorted.

"what's wrong, detka?," her legs came to a stop and her face was quickly etched with worry. "do want to leave?"

your eyes instantly met hers and you could feel the guilt building up your throat, threatening to spill at any given moment. "what? no, of course not! i'm sorry... i- i just feel bad that you've gotten me all of this stuff. i can't imagine it came cheap"

the sokovian shook her head with a chuckle. "don't worry about money, sweetheart i'm fine.. plus you deserve it. i want to spoil you, so don't feel bad about it"

as much as you wanted to argue that you didn't deserve it, you bit your tongue and smiled in response. "you're right, thank you wanda. i am really grateful for everything, although i do still feel bad, is there anything i can do for you?"

full pink lips curled into a small smirk at the question. there was definitely something she wanted you to do but she knew she could never ask that of you, could never step over the line and cross a boundary that should remain uncrossed.

you watched as wanda pondered for a moment before shaking her head. "thank you, y/n. but, i don't want anything in return, just being with you today is enough"

your heart swelled ten times at that and you instantly felt your heart beat deep and fast in your throat. this woman was going to be the death of you.

ᗢ

"so, how about i open a bottle of wine and you pick a movie for us to watch?" the sokovians' voice echoed loudly in your mind, pulling your attention away from the bags filled with everything wanda had bought for you.

you raised your head to see wanda standing in front of you. the position of you on your knees on the carpeted floor instantly dawned on you as the older woman's figure towered over you. you gulped dryly before pushing yourself upwards on your hands to stand face to face with the redhead.

"of course, wands. any suggestions?" you asked meekly, shifting your weight on your feet slightly as you tried your best to maintain eye contact with her.

your stepmother shrugged in response before taking a step back you almost wanted to whine and close the distance between you but you swallowed down the urge and kept yourself still, frozen like a statue.

"your choice, dorogoy. i'll be right back with the wine" and with that, wanda took even more several steps back until the distance grew. she then rounded the sofa and entered through the swinging door and into the kitchen.

you breathed a sigh of relief, a breath you didn't even realise you were holding. you willed yourself to calm your beating heart and moved over to the cabinet beside the television, your eyes scanning the selection of movies and box sets of tv shows.

your lips instantly curled into a smile upon seeing a certain one.

you opened the glass door before sliding out the box set, your hands racing to pull out one of the discs and quickly place it into the DVD player. you couldn't wait to see the look on wanda's face when she sees the loading-screen play on the television.

you heard the door swing open once again, wanda's sweet voice sounding behind you as she began to speak. "so what did you decide on?"

a gasp left her lips when her eyes landed on the television and saw the loading screen of her all-time favourite tv show.

"oh my god, the dick van dyke show?!"

you stood to turn around and face the older woman and you felt pride beam brightly in your chest at the smile that was plastered on her face.

"yeah," you said sheepishly, your cheeks flushing a hint of pink. "i know it's your favourite"

wanda stepped closer to the sofa before reaching down to place the two wine glasses and the bottle on the table in front of it. "you're too sweet, detka. i don't even think your father remembers that"

the pride enlarged even more at the fact and you couldn't help the evidential blush on your cheeks brightening. "well, dads stupider than i thought if he doesn't remember something like that about you"

it was now wanda’s turn to blush, and as she felt the heat rise to her cheeks she quickly busied herself with opening the wine and pouring it into both glasses, more so in hers than yours.

“i’ve actually never seen it before, you know?” you mention, before kneeling off the ground and wiping your now sweaty palms onto the jeans that hugged your thighs.

 “wow, really? well, there’s a first for everything," wanda smiled and you swear your heart skipped the smallest beat when you saw those dimples form in her cheeks. "i haven't seen that dragon show you like so much"

you make your way over to the sofa and plop yourself down, shifting slightly to situate yourself and get comfortable. "dragon sho- oh, you mean game of thrones?"

wanda hums in response as the rim of the glass sits perfectly on her lips to take a sip of her wine.

wanda watched intently as you mimicked her actions. the way your arm flexed when you leaned forward to pick up the glass and how your lips look deliciously wet as you licked away the lasting taste of the wine you had just sipped. it was a sight to see and it made the sokovian's head reel with lust.

"it's a great show," you finally respond, tucking your feet under yourself before leaning back onto the comfy cushions behind you. "i could show it to you sometime, maybe? it's well-acted and has great storylines in it, just be prepared for a lot of sex scenes"

wanda sniggers at that, "medieval porn? i'm sold"

you laugh loudly, the sound escaping you before you could even attempt to lower the volume. you almost want to apologise for the outburst but when you turn your head to wanda, she's staring back at you with a cheshire cat grin that eases your anxiety.

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the night carried on smoothly, you and wanda laugh over the bottle of wine as you switch between watching the episodes of the dick van dyke show and talking about different topics and interests. the drunker you get the more random the conversations become.

and as you look at wanda, her smile reaching from ear to ear as she watches a scene unfold on the television, it only seems to make your drunken crush-filled mind worsen.

"wanda, can i ask you something?"

you clamp your mouth shut as soon as the words leave your mouth and you instantly mentally scold your brain for speaking without so much as a thought of the possible consequences.

wanda reaches forward to set her empty glass on the wooden table before shifting slightly to turn and face you. "of course, sweetheart. you can ask me anything"

you swallow dryly, making you lift your wine glass to your lips to finish off the rest of what's in there. you chew on your bottom lips nervously, your eyes staying focused on the glass in your hand. "can you.. does it make you a bad person if you're with someone and you like someone else?"

wanda's brows knit together as the words hit her ears. she stays silent for a moment before her lips part slightly, thinking of the best way to answer such a question. "i think that's a query that could have many different answers, moya lyubov"

she pauses for a moment.

just a moment and the tranquillity makes you hear your heart beat loudly in every pulse point of your body.

"why do you ask?"

you shouldn't say it. you really shouldn't.

but, the alcohol had settled within you a while ago and it left you tipsy, needy and with a newfound confidence that screamed at you to tell her everything. to just confess even if it could leave you humiliated and deflated. "well, the thing is.."

the words faded on your tongue, quickly dying as wanda's big green eyes bore into you and what felt like, your soul.

"go on," wanda urged, her arm reaching over to place a gentle hand on top of your thigh, just below your kneecap. she gave it a soft squeeze before continuing. "you can do it"

"i'm happy with kate, she's great. but, there's this other person and i just.. i don't know what to do. i feel like such a shitty person"

wanda arched an eyebrow, her lips parting just an inch. "okay, i- how long have you been seeing this other person?"

"the thing is, i haven't, it's complicated, they don't even know how i feel"

your heartbeat was deafening as it beat loudly in your ears. you should stop, this is a bad idea.

"i can't tell them because then it'll ruin everything and i like what we have right now but, i can't eat, i.. i can't sleep, they're all i think about and more"

wanda's grip on your thigh tightened as you spoke and all your brain could do was stare at her hand, using it as a fice to focus on, anything to keep your eyes from welling up and breaking like a dam as you splurge out the truth and every pent up emotion you've felt since wanda entered your life.

"oh, honey. i'm sorry this is happening, maybe you'll feel better if you're honest with this other person? i mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

you let out a shaky breath, your eyes pricking with tears as you look up from her hand and into the sea of green that lies beneath her eyes. "you could hate me"

"i don't understand- i could never hate you, y/n. how could i?"

you didn't respond, you couldn't. the words felt trapped in your mouth, the honesty dancing on your tongue in a silent battle with your brain and all you could do was hang your head in shame as wanda's body stiffened, her hand loosening its grip on you as her face soon turned to realization. "oh"

#wanda maximoff smut #stepmom wanda #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff/reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel mcu #elizabeth olsen

[warm-cat-hika]

TWICE members as your girlfriend

pairings: nonidol!Nayeon x reader, nonidol!Jeongyeon x reader, nonidol!Momo x reader, nonidol!Sana x reader, nonidol!Jihyo x reader, nonidol!Mina x reader, nonidol!Dahyun x reader, nonidol!Chaeyoung x reader, nonidol!Tzuyu x reader

tags: headcanons, fluff, romantic relationship

a/n: love twice, stan twice

Nayeon

your dates are the most enjoyable things in the world and i mean that

she loooveees shopping with you

your walks are mostly quiet but so atmospheric

in public, when people either staring at her or at you, she would kiss you in front of everyone to make them jealous

says "us!" on every two random characters, just because they look cute

the gifts she makes with her own hands are the most precious to you

often eats the last pieces, even though she promised to share

ALWAYS feeds you

may start whining and acting like a child if you still haven't kissed her that day

on your birthday or your anniversary she makes the most beautiful stories or posts on social media that makes you think “wasn’t she an editor?���

Jeongyeon

teases you about everything

seriously is the most chaotic and effortlessly funny person on this world

she loooveees dogs, that's why she has you <3

in public she gets more serious around you and is your bodyguard

usually lies with "there's something on your hair" just to touch it

was joking around before you started dating and after

can be strict when she's serious about something

loves hugging with you, wrapping her coat around you

literally the most long and comfy hugs are with her

can hit you as joke

Momo

dancing is her passion, so everytime music starts playing, no matter where you are, she's dancing to it

kisses you everytime she can because she loves it

likes acting tiny in front of you just to get your attention and affection

sometimes you can just talk in the kitchen at 3 am, drinking tea

loves fields with flowers and you often go there for a picnic

animal crossing is the only game she can play

when you both wake up, she just grips you hard and forces you to sleep more with her

her love language is to make you things and her gifts are the best because she knows you

usually rests on your chest and falls asleep just so that you would take care of her or even carry her to your bed

this bitch is actually really romantic, but hides it ??

Sana

the most innocent girl you can ask for, but then turns out she's not because of the way she thinks about you

sends tonnes of emojis like "k, see ya, honey 🥰🥰😍💕💕😻😻😘😘😘💜💜🩷🩷💘💖💗💓💞💕💖💌❤️‍🩹"

her laugh is your favorite sound

can randomly switch moods and give you that mischievous stare

when she's jealous, she becomes the boldest person alive and does everything to show others you're hers

exchanging flowers is your love language

loves watching movies, series, shows, anything, as long as it’s with you

she can flirt. AND I MEAN IT

loves when you straighten her hair

on calls with you when she's not around

Jihyo

your morning is always in a good mood because of your sunshine hyo <3

you can feel she's not on the bed beside you but then you find out she cooked you breakfast

her habit is getting up REALLY early so she can do everything she planned to

the most happy and fun moments are only with her.

she's a green flag in everything, that's why you're lucky to have her

caressing cheeks is your thing

her kisses are the most feelingful and sincere, and you miss them all the time

if you have a bad day and she drives you home, she'll buy you mcdonalds or whatever you like because she knows you like the back of her hand

the initiator of random adventures

loves biting your earlobe

Mina

is very shy when you kiss her in public

lying on her and being buried in her neck is your favorite thing to do

her kisses are the most gentle and loving

sometimes you notice her walking in your clothes

the way she hugs you is like she's your mother and you're her baby

always calls you pet names or nicknames she came up with

buys board games or things like beads, plasticine and spends time with you doing it

likes small matching cute things with you

loves it when you praise her or say what you like about her the most, that makes her blush

cooks while you hug her from behind, you both LOVE it <3

Dahyun

she is effortlessly funny, so she can make you laugh very easily

loves watching stars with you

you guys buy clothes for each other

you both watch or read a lot of stuff and share your opinion about different things

her hands on you >>>>

will go out with you no matter what weather it is now

you do lots of tiktok trends together

your roman empire is to paint her face with children's paints

she's very romantic actually

lies with a serious expression

Chaeyoung

this girl is artistic as hell, so she draws you, sings for you, dances for you, she does everything

shopping for clothes together is your life

before you started dating, you didn't have a clue that she likes you

karaoke together? YES

you go to nightclubs together but she keeps an eye out for you always and doesn't let you drink too much

since your girlfriend is a creative person, you often go to various museums

sometimes she steals your phone and takes photos of herself

you're just happy that you live with her

when she's jealous, she hides it pretty well but when you talk to her, she's sulking

most of her tattoos are about you, you and only you

Tzuyu

people admire her insane face card, so better keep her near you

smiles a lot when she's with you

honestly, she was obvious even before you started dating

asks you often "am i cute?"

her favorite pillow is your torso

rests her head on your shoulder cause she loves it

always has those heart eyes when you don't see

loves everything you give to her

appreciates and likes it when you also care about her dogs

can insult you with a cute smile (and you can't blame that angel)

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୨⎯ thank you for reading!⎯୧

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[randoimago]

hello could i request Mitsuru, Yukari and Minako after they've hurt reader by accident due to being charmed, confused or any status ailments?

Fandom: Persona 3

Character(s): Yukari, Mitsuru, Minako

Note(s): Ngl, I was super confused when I read Minako😅. I didn't realize that Kotone had another name before the P3P remaster had come out (I'm still going to tag as Kotone for this, but I'll use Minako when I write the headcanons).

Minako

Oh if she was able to kill that shadow again then she'd gladly curb stomp it. She's pouting so much as she checks you over to make sure you're not hurt too badly. She knows some of her personas are very strong and causing you harm makes her so upset.

It's a little funny as she's fretting over you like a mother hen while cursing under her breath about that shadow that should be lucky it's dead because the things she's saying is a bit worrying.

Minako is absolutely planning a date with you the next day. She'll make up for accidentally harming you and promises to buy you whatever you want. If you want her to spend hours getting a hundred Jack Frost plushies then she absolutely will (so long as you go with her to Karaoke afterwards).

Mitsuru

She's a little in shock after the battle and she realizes what had happened. Mitsuru is tied between wanting to make sure you're okay and processing the fact that she had hurt you.

Mitsuru knows that shadows are tricky and that status effects are awful, but the fact that she ended up hurting her S/O makes her very upset.

Once she's taken a couple deep breaths, she'll walk over to you and gently nudge your hand with hers as she asks if you're alright. She apologizes and after you're out of Tartarus, she makes sure to hold you close as she apologizes more.

Yukari

She's so upset. Upset about the situation but mostly upset at herself. She had hoped unlocking her persona would make her stronger and instead she was so weak to fall under a damn ailment from a shadow and harm you.

Yukari is a little distant from you, not that she's trying to be, but she's just trying to think of what she can do to make things up to you. Sure, she knows it's not her fault, but she's still your S/O and she's supposed to be able to protect you.

After leaving Tartarus, Yukari invites you to her dorm room and pulls you into a hug, sighing as she apologizes to you. The physical comfort helps a lot, but she also makes sure you're okay too. Now that it's just the two of you, she wants to make sure you're okay and weren't trying to stay tough in front of the others. Yukari is happy to grab a first aid kit if you need it.

Taglist: @reo-the-leo @abellaheart-blog

#Anonymous #persona 3 x reader #yukari x reader #yukari takeba x reader #kotone shiomi x reader #kotone x reader #mitsuru x reader #mitsuru kirijo x reader

[12-seconds-to-live]

(Un)Lost: Half a heart

Pairing: F12022/3!Grid! x Fem!Driver!oc

Warnings: DNF’s, angst, a little bit of love, episodes of anxiety.

Lando P.O.V.

Charlotte Robyn-Jones, the girl I fall in love.

Some people say that I’m just a lucky guy. To be young, full of energy and to be chosen as a formula one driver for McLaren. But even being so talented doesn’t make you feel complete, even when you’re surrounded by people who tell you how good you are, how loved, how lonely.

By the end of the 2021 season, my attention of how the standings finished for formula two wasn’t important at that time, so when the news of the driver for Williams came as a surprised. Another girl, I thought, wrong, she’s something else. I kept myself quiet when she was around just waiting for her eyes to look at mine, knowing that at the end, her smiled always showed up.

Charlotte is beautiful, intelligent, polite and loved.

I always wanted to know if she feels the same as me when the attention is higher. Nobody can deny how well is she doing this year and what the future may bring to her, I hope something good.

When Carlos introduced me to her I was scared, I feel my cheeks red and my anxiety higher that ever, I wasn’t brave around her but the way her eyes light up when she met someone new, how she talked about her mother, how she always laughed with the boys, almost everything about her made me smile.

The day she was included in the groupchat with the drivers, I decided to text her, I was nervous but she was funny and tell me I was the first of the boys to talk to her. We looked for each other in the mornings and almost every night we spent talking about things outside our carreers.

I was falling in love

No.

I’m still falling.

The problem is me, scared of a non-existing future, but at the same time I know that she is the better half of me.

I looked for her every morning when we arrive at the paddock, hoping she would be sitting in the front of her hospitality waving to every person who said hello to her, cracking jokes with the mechanics as she ate her favourite snack.

Every place I walked into, I was looking for her, hoping she wouldn't be looking at me first as I was embarrassed, of not knowing how to express my emotions, let alone tell her.

I don’t even like coffee but she is like a warm cup of coffee in a cold morning, she'll make me shiver without warning, make me laugh as if I'm part of the pranks she was always into with Daniel or Pierre, she’s the full moon and I’m the stars, not outshaining her, no, I’m 

She was like a warm cup of coffee first thing morning, waking me up and setting me up for day, or like the first bite of my favourite meal that I always wanted to repeat.

Charlotte Robyn-Jones made me feel things I had never felt before.

She invited to spend a week with her dad and Carlos’s family in Mallorca. We spend the day doing many activities with the others, but when it was time to sleep, she sit next to me in my room’s balcony, sometimes in silent, she trying to teach me a bit of spanish or talking about whatever come to our minds, but in my mind was the feelings I have, pictures of us.

My last night with them I was brave and I went for the kiss.

Once she told me that she likes to go straight to the point, she hates waiting, she hates when you can’t tell her the truth, maybe she knew about me. I told her that she always looked beautiful when her eyes shine looking to the sky, how her green eyes seemed like almost change to a different shade. She looked at me with a smiled and told me that the sun made mine look like color olive with a small shade of yellow and she really liked it.

I took her hand and she asked if she can kissed me, I did it. My hands cupped her cheeks, her hands went to my back, like a hug, I didn’t want to let her go.

I learned too much about her, she feels lonely since her mom passed away. How she is still picking her broken pieces even when she is always smiling and trying to make everybody happy. She wanted to grow up into F1. She is scared of dying and left things to say. She hates to wake up in the cold mornings to go to the gym. She hates to feel uncapable to love and being loved.

“I’m not gonna leave you, I promise to love you. Teach eachother to love. I’m here whenever you need me even if I’m thousand miles from home”. 

“I finally see what it means to be complete”

And I kissed her again.

You're going to realize it one day- that happiness was never about your job or your degree or being in a re-lationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you; it was never about being like the others.

One day, you're going to see it--that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself; it was always about embracing the person you were becoming.

One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that your happiness was never in the hands of others.

It was always about you. It was always about you.

📍London, UK

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landonorris With you, I’m happy being me.

user1 THIS WASN’T ON MY BINGO CARD

user2 SOMEONE CHECK CARLOS

carlossainz55 glad to see you man up, cabrón

charlotterjones London or Madrid?

landonorris As long as I am by your side

user3 CHARLOTTE? OH MY

user4 Carlos and Lando are going to be real family fr

mclaren @/williamsracing now we are family

williamsracing  💙🧡

danielricciardo Charlando ❤️

maxverstappen1 you owe me 50

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[simplynotcapable]

since we're just picking AUs out of a hat now- Baelon is Rhaenyra's twin, not Visenya?

Baelon and Rhaenyra, the dynamic duo Westeros did not need or want or ask for and would really like to go away!

They bicker so much. Ruthless mocking at all times. She shoved him down the stairs when they were eight. He waterboarded her once. He finds out she has a crush on Daemon when they're fourteen and laughs so hard that he almost throws up. She told the pretty handmaiden he was ogling that he has whatever the Westerosi version of STDs are.

(Baelon: *shoving a dresser in front of his bedroom door so no one can surprise him in the night*

Aemma, who came to say good night: why

Baelon, who put laxatives in Rhaenyra's food two days ago and is anxiously waiting for payback: no reason)

But they love each other! It is very much a "I am allowed to commit war crimes against you and enact terrible punishments upon you, but I will carve out the organs of the next person to make you cry who isn't me" relationship.

Baelon has his mom! He loves his mom, is the epitome of a mama's boy, is always popping in to be like "hi, mother! found you a flower! okay, love you, bye!" He's not as angry, doesn't feel guilty. He has a better relationship with his dad because of this, even if he still feels the pressure and the unease of it all.

(There is always, always the nagging sense that he has forgotten something, is missing something, but he can never figure out what it is.)

Rhaenyra's childhood isn't better exactly because she's still in Baelon's shadow, but she also grows up with less of the desperate energy around her parents having a son. There isn't the constant pressure of "you're a disappointment for not being a boy, we need a prince, why couldn't you have been this, you're useless to us" because Baelon's around.

Now, when Visenya is born, there are two paths it can take.

One, Aemma lives.

Baelon loves his little sister! He does! The age gap is...weird, to say the least, and he doesn't really know what he's supposed to do with her, but hey! Everyone's happy.

They grow up, all of them. Daemon runs off with Rhaenyra--Baelon is significantly more angry about this than our Baelon is, since he's older and more aware that "hey he took my sister into a brothel and then took her from her wedding??" But he gets over it.

His father betroths him to Laena, despite Otto Hightower's wiggling about to put forth his daughter. He doesn't really have a reason to protest, so he doesn't. They get married. They name their daughters Alysanne and Rhaena, and they call their only son Corlys for her father.

He never really falls in love with Laena, but he does love her! They're happy, they're content. It's a nice life.

And, yes, maybe sometimes he catches his eyes lingering on Visenya when she gets older--eighteen and nineteen and twenty. Maybe he likes the way she laughs and the funny faces she makes at him, the jokes she whispers under her breath that make him choke on his wine. Maybe. Maybe she makes that feeling he's had all his life disappear, and he only notices it's back when she's away from him again.

But Baelon isn't Daemon. Baelon is married, Baelon is a father, and she is a girl young enough to be his daughter. Not a full handful of years older than his son. He puts those odd looks and the odd feelings away, locks them away deep and deeper.

(She tries, oh, she tries so hard to make him see her. Her brother with his laughing smile and the warm gaze, who never treats her like a child, who took her flying because her egg never hatched. She loves him, she loves him, but he calls her little sister and never takes the bait.)

And when Visenya marries, some Tully boy with bright eyes and a quick smile, he tells himself the missing feeling had nothing to do with her at all.

Their parents die, eventually. He becomes a king. His son marries one of Rhaenyra's daughters. His twin daughters marry Rhaenyra's twin sons, and they all pretend they don't know why. Visenya has a daughter, and he sees them both at weddings and during visits, and he loves his little sister even if he doesn't understand why looking at her makes his soul ache.

They live. They die. Parallel lines in this life, both alive and breathing right beside each other, but neither of them ever bridges the gap.

Two, Aemma dies in childbirth as she does in canon.

This path is a very depressing path! Baelon and Viserys's relationship is a thousand times worse than it was because he's not losing the idea of a mother, he's lost his mother that he's known and adored for fifteen years.

And, beyond even that, Baelon blames Visenya.

God, does he blame Visenya.

Just. This little brat, this squalling and screaming and useless little thing that he and Rhaenyra had been so excited for! They picked her egg out together, though he let Rhaenyra have the final say, joked to each other over whether the babe would be a boy or a girl. And now she's here. And his mother is gone. Rhaenyra has thrown herself into being around the babe and loving the babe, has decided that Visenya is her responsibility, but Baelon can't. He can't look at her. He hates her, and he knows that isn't rational. He knows! But he can't stop.

His father remarries, and he and Rhaenyra both are furious. It is her friend he marries, the Hightower girl Baelon has never liked very much and liked even less for the way her father was always sleazing about. It is their mother he is disrespecting, taking a wife so soon, a wife so young it is shameful, a wife Baelon knows was sneaking alone into his chambers in the weeks after his mother died. He hates her. He makes no secret of it.

His father weds him to Laena to appease the Velaryons. Rhaenyra is meant to marry some pompous arse of a man, but Daemon snatches her from the wedding. Viserys will not allow her to take Visenya with her, will not allow his brother to return, and so the babe stays. Baelon refuses to have anything to do with her, leaves the table when she is brought too near.

He and Laena have sons, two boys with Laena's brown skin and his violet eyes. They name them Jacaerys and Lucerys.

His stepmother has four children, and he does not hate them, exactly. He does not love them, either. Does not like them, except for the girl. Helaena is sweet and strange, and she asks him often in a prim little voice to lift her up on his shoulders so she might catch the spiders in the corners. He has little use for his brothers, though, Aegon or Daeron or Aemond.

("He looks just like you," Viserys laughed, when Aemond was maybe seven or so, and Baelon turned a flat, expressionless look on his little brother. The boy looked back, lips upturning faintly in the corners, hopeful, hopeful, but it faded when Baelon snorted a laugh.

"I've not nearly as much common blood muddying my veins."

Aemond swallowed, and, beneath the table, Visenya slipped their hands together and squeezed.)

They grow up together, his sons and his siblings, and they are close for the most part. Rhaenyra comes home with her giant brood, occasionally, and then it is a madhouse, but it is usually just the six of them.

His boys and Aegon pick mercilessly at Aemond and Visenya both, they the only two without a dragon, and so the two of them are often alone. Reading on staircases and in the godswood, bickering in the halls, and more than once he's had to restrain himself from tearing into them both when they've gone running past him too quickly to keep from knocking into his shins.

They marry when they're older, as he always thought they would--sneak off to do it, two dragonless whelps half-grown ducking a ship to Dragonstone, and they come back with scars on their lips and dragons beneath them. Visenya and Vermithor. Aemond and Silverwing.

He never forgives her for living. He never forgives her for his mother dying.

Their father dies, and his brothers bend their knees. Part of him always wondered if they would, if he'd have to kill them for it, if he cared enough to kill them for it.

Aemond and Visenya spend a few years bouncing here and there and back again, exploring and exploring, but there is something itching beneath their skin, something calling for them. It will kill them, if it is what he thinks it is. He does not care much.

He's right about the calling, and one day they aim themselves towards Valyria and don't come back down.

They don't come back. He doesn't ever really wish them to.

He lives in this life. So does she. But there is no love between them. No anything, really. Baelon dies first because he always does. Visenya, all those miles away, doesn't even notice.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Omg Percahlia + #4 on the child prompt pleaseeee

#4 - teaching the child how to pronounce their own name, but they just can't get it right

Yes, yes, very well. He had a lot of names. 

It had been a running joke amongst his friends ever since he’d first introduced himself and it had stayed one even as life and death and the chaos of living a normal life drew them apart from one another. Because the world could nearly end, their party could triumph and grieve and become legend and Vox Machina would still never give up on a good gag. 

Each new letter from Pike about how Scanlan’s tour was going and how their children were doing at school would come with its envelope nearly entirely black with all the names inked on its front, longer and more ridiculous each time. There was now a variety of lily that grew exclusively in the mountains of Zephrah with a name that made botanists blink in dismay and the Voice of the Tempest giggle. Every birthday, every anniversary, every Winter’s Crest, the same joke came out and they’d laugh the same way and remember that so much was lost to them, but this never would be. 

Yes, Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III had a lot of names. But there was one he treasured more than any other. 

“Papa?”

Percy smiled and hooked the goggles away from his eyes, setting them on top of his head as he turned his chair, “All done with napping are we?”

His youngest daughter was already halfway over the small fencing around the workshop creche, her chubby little tail thrashing for balance. Making a mental note to either make the fence higher or move faster, Percy kicked off of the workbench to catch her before she could fall. Given the ache in his knees as he did, another few inches of height was probably the way to go.

“Papa!” Gwendolyn cheeped happily once she was settled into his lap, little hands opening and closing as she reached up to him. 

Percy chuckled and hugged her close, inhaling the soft, sleepy smell of her dark hair, all mussed by her blankets, “Sweet dreams, my angel?”

“Mmhm,” she hugged tight before letting go, eyes bright and blue and very much awake, “Playtime now.”

It wasn’t a question and the firm tone of her voice made Percy miss his wife, off in the forests on another hunt. 

“Very well, Madame Bossy Blouse,” he hummed, “Just let me finish what I’m doing, if I don’t solder this now, it’ll harden and I’ll have to make more…”

Gwen nodded sagely, clearly not understanding a word her papa was saying, “Then playtime.”

“Then playtime,” Percy echoed in agreement, clicking his cane free of its magnetic clip and using it to nudge them back to the desk, looking to save whatever was left of the cartilage in his knees, “A little tinkering, then playtime.”

He sat her up on the bench, making sure nothing dangerous was in the range of her grabby hands, snapping his goggles back into place and pulling a face at her to make her laugh. 

“Papa’s silly,” Gwendolyn giggled, peering curiously at the metal frame Percy was dripping molten metal onto, “What’s that?”

“Oh this?” he moved back for a moment so she could see, “It’s something called a chassis, angel, it’s the framework that holds up a carriage. They’re usually bigger but this one is from Wolfe’s toy. One of the braces- these things here, do you see, darling?- one of them snapped so I’m putting it back together.”

“For Wolfe!” Gwen nodded happily, kicking her legs to make the skirt of her dress billow.

“Exactly, for Wolfe,” Percy winked at her, “Special customers get bumped up the job list you see. And no one’s more special to me than you five.”

That obviously pleased her, her cherry cheeks lifting in a wide, sunny smile. After a moment of watching curiously, she piped up, “Wolfe is a funny name.” 

“Hey now,” Percy chuckled, “Your mother named all of you children. She did all the work, she gets the honor. So keep your opinions hush hush.”

Gwendolyn giggled, conspiratorial, holding a finger to her lips and shushing, though she immediately kept on talking, “We all got funny names. Vesper…an’ Wolfe and Leona…an’ then there’s Vax and then me!”

Percy smiled, though his eyes were fixed on not dripping molten metal on his hands, “Very well done, angel. And what’s your name?”

“I’m Guh…um, Gweh…uh…” her little face screwed up tight, frustrated, “Hmph.”

Percy looked up, tilting his head fondly, “You’re Gwendolyn, angel.”

“Gendollie…” his daughter mumbled hesitantly. 

“Gwen…” Percy prompted, his smile gentle.

“Gwen.”

“...dol…”

“Doll.”

“...yn.”

“Yinn.”

“Gwendolyn!”

“Genbobbin?”

Percy had to grin at that, reaching over to ruffle her bed head with a gloved hand, “Nearly there, angel.”

It wasn’t enough for his little girl, her face becoming a stormcloud, “My name is stupid.”

Percy made a soft sympathetic noise, sliding his soldering iron back into its holder, sliding his chair down until he was right in front of her, the two of them eye to eye. 

“Listen, angel,” he murmured, tilting her chin up with a finger, “Your name isn’t stupid. You can call yourself Gwen or Gwennie until your mouth gets big enough for it and, if you still don’t like it then, you can change it completely. But your mama gave you a name she thought was beautiful because you are such a beautiful little lady.”

“Beautiful…” Gwendolyn hummed, leaning into his touch. 

“Exactly,” he smiled broadly, running his thumb across her cheek, “Hell, if you want a stupid name, try Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III.”

Gwendolyn only beamed, “But I love that name? That’s my papa!”

“And I love Gwendolyn because that’s my angel,” Percy leaned in and kissed her nose, making her giggle when his goggles bumped her, “But you’ll always be my angel, no matter what name you have.”

“Well…maybe it’s not stupid. Maybe it is beautiful.”

“Maybe,” Percy nodded, grabbing his cane and easing himself up, “Come on, angel, let’s go play while that dries.” 

Gwendolyn bounced eagerly, practically climbing into his arms as he carried her out, head resting on his shoulder. 

“Do you like your name, papa?” she hummed conversationally, thumb in her mouth as it often was when she was feeling safe and cuddly. 

“You know, I really really do, angel. But I like ‘papa’ better.”

#percy de rolo #gwendolyn de rolo #de rolo family #fluff #please consider reblogging!

[eclectics-world]

Hellos

Part 6 of the "Gabriel Returns " series

Summary: Reader and her daughter show back up at the bunker

Pairing: Past Gabriel × Reader; eventual Gabriel × Reader again

Word count: 610

Genre: And the fluff begins

Warnings: An argument, I guess? A child that's probably very unchildlike

You made plans to come back in a week. The schools had a break then, so your daughter wouldn't have to miss class. Besides, you got the feeling that the Winchesters needed Gabriel's help with the whole "alternate Michael" thing, and you weren't going to be around for that.

When you pulled back up to the bunker, you weren't entirely sure what to expect. The boys knew to expect you back today, so you figured that they'd probably done whatever it was they needed to do it the other world.

Sam had given you a key to the bunker when you left, so you let yourself and your daughter in. You walked straight into an argument in the front room.

"-- be so stupid! You two dicks -- "

"Hey buddy, it's not our fault that -- "

"See, that's funny, because I thought -- "

"ENOUGH!" The argument must have been going on for a while for Cas to get so angry, but it made everyone fall silent.

You cleared your throat from the balcony. All four heads in the room swiveled up. "I must say, not quite the greeting we were expecting." All the men looked appropriately apologetic.

"Sorry, Y/n." Sam was the first to apologize.

"Sorry, Y/n."

"Sorry."

Gabriel was the only one who hadn't spoken. He had yet to take his eyes off your daughter. You squeezed her hand, and led her down the stairs.

"Well, these are the people that I was telling you about, baby. This is Sam --" Sam nodded as you pointed to him, "-- and Dean --" Dean raised his fingers, "and Cas and Gabriel."

Your daughter lit up at the mention of Gabriel's name. "That's my name! Kinda. My middle name is Gabrielle. Mama calls me Abbie."

You saw Sam gesturing to Dean and Cas to leave. You caught his eye, and he nodded. So the boys knew. You nodded back -- a gesture of thanks.

"You look so much like your mother." Gabriel finally spoke. You smiled.

"She acts like her father."

You and Gabriel hadn't discussed exactly when you were going to tell her that he was her father. Instead, you'd both agreed that the wise thing to do was to let them get acquainted and tell her once she'd gotten to know him a little bit better.

"I'll tell you what, baby. You know how Sam and Dean are being nice and letting us stay here, at their house?" Abbie nodded. "So, I think we should do something nice for them, too. How about we go find them and ask if we can make them dinner? And if you want, Gabriel can help us, too." Abbie nodded again, grinning. You looked over at Gabriel from the corner of your eye, and he nodded.

"I'll tell you what: how about you and I race to see who can find them first?" Abbie looked to you, and you nodded.

"If you and Gabriel want to race, you can, but you need to both be careful, okay? No running into things, and no getting lost." Abbie nodded, and she turned to Gabriel. He looked at her.

"Are you ready?"

"You have to agree to Mama's rules. No running into things, and no getting lost." Gabriel smacked his forehead.

"Of course! How could I forget?" He turned to you. "I promise to follow all the rules." He turned back to Abbie, and held out his hand. "Now are we ready?" Abbie nodded, shook his hand, and was off like a shot. Gabriel whispered to you, "I'll look after her, make sure she stays out of trouble."

"I know." You smiled. "You're doing good with her." Gabriel smiled, and went off after her.

#archangel gabriel #gabriel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #supernatural #gabriel returns

[hellcatinnc]

A Girl & Her Guard Dog Anime Review

Includes Spoilers

First off I want to mention I have watched all the first season of the show but also read the manga. I would suggest reading the manga if you can't wait and see if they make another season. However I can say I know some say that anime's leave alot out I can honestly say the only thing left out was the manga had a little bit more of a naughtier side I thing like nothing extravagant but I swear you see Keiya with out his shirt more often in the manga than the show. Its so little thought you wouldn't much notice it. As the ending of the anime talks about how he talked to her friends about their love life in the manga its funny because you actually see two young girls lash into a 26 year old man and him practically bow down to them due to him wanting to be everything Isaku's wants.

On to the show I love this show its really a guilty pleasure fluff piece to me. Yes there is a age gap but it doesn't both me especially since in japan the age she is doesn't effect anything. Not to mention I think its beautiful he loves her so much. I do think the anime did a good approach to the end of this show though. It gave you flashbacks of everything he and her had been through that led them to be together. You got to see how much they both loved each other but you also got to see the way he looked at her changed over time. Not only that but going into it you only hear him say he will be her mother and father and even her brother. But in the ending they continued the rest of that day where he told her he would be whatever she needed even though he wasn't blood he would protect her. This means he said what he said to comfort her in everything she needed in life and he wanted to be that person she loved and needed most.

It might sound creepy to some but I honestly think it was beautiful. I mean yes he didn't know how to love maybe the same way she did but that is because I think he has been so in love with her he wanted to hold her and be intimate without thinkin of her age and experience. To me I see it as a reaction you love someone you want to be as intimate as possible, however that was the only thing that wasn't getting in Keiya's head because he was so excited to be with her for her to feel for him even a ounce of what he felt he went over board. She is alot more reserved to I mean even in the manga its not like they have slept together after like 40 some chapters. It is a slow burn love story and some it might annoy due to that. I normally don't care for slow burn but if the characters are likable enough I will stick through it and I loved both Isaku and Keiya.

Its light hearted and even though there is some violence I mean come on he is a yakuza body guard, even with that I would say its milder. Like there is a episode she is kidnapped but he never lets them get to far to take her back. He gets shot and he shoots someone as well at a point. The only thing thats a warning I would say is there is a guy who claims he is going to rape her in front of Keiya to hurt him, granted it never gets that far but you do see him cut all the way down her shirt and you never see soo much. That even is in the anime its touched on but never fully goes into it because of her reaction and Keiya's that shuts this shit down. I love Keiya's response though he can't really touch the guy without causing ruckus however he comes at Isaku again and all bets are off he plainly just told the mans keeper that he would kill him.

Honestly it really is a touching story that brings them together and watches them fall in love. Their loves may not be exact but they can learn from each other. I will say though I feel like Keiya has a sexier edge to him like a yakuza would have in the anime and I feel like he can be more aloof and not the smartest in the manga actually pretty dense at times, my opinion I prefer the anime version of him better.

#anime #shoujo #shoujo anime #a girl and her guard dog #a girl & her guard dog #anime review #reviews #review #utou keiya #senagaki isaku #isaku senagaki #keiya utou

[wendayee]

wendy corduroy is a 28 year old human based on wendy from gravity falls. they are a gift shop employee with no powers. she uses she/they pronouns, and most of her memories are intact !

INFO.

full name: wendy blerble corduroy

date of birth: september 4, 1995

hometown: gravity falls

zodic: virgo sun, capricorn moon, libra rising

sexuality: bisexual/biromantic

education: high school graduate

occupation: employee at the mystery shack

height: 5′8

hair: dark brown

eye color: dark brown

tattoos/piercings: earlobes, cartilage, nose (just nostril), eyebrow she never wears anymore

markings: faint freckles across their cheeks

mother: linda corduroy

father: daniel corduroy

siblings: markus corduroy, kevin corduroy, gus cordurory

pets: n/a

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: mellow, friendly, daring, upfront, lively

negative traits: lazy, inconsiderate, suppressed, irresponsible, reckless

fears: never making something of themself, never caring to

likes: not working, hanging out with friends, free things, flannels, funny gossip, laid-back but fun nights, good music, hot people, food, chilling on the roof, laughing, breaks

dislikes: working, not hanging out with friends, being told what to do, feeling overwhelmed and tied down, people fighting, hurting people's feelings, crying in front of people, schoolwork, taking anything seriously

hobbies: reading too many magazines, smoking, going to parties with friends, mindlessly scrolling dating apps, snacking

aesthetics: a stack of green plaid shirts, candid photos mid-laugh, sneaking out of (and into) bedroom windows, glass bottles of coke, teasing out of love, sitting on tree branches, book reports with red circled Fs, tangled earbuds, the forest at night, sarcasm painting over real emotions, crumpled up bi-flags on bedroom walls, leaning back in chairs with feet propped up on the desk, lumberjack hats, fingerless gloves, 100+ day snapchat streaks, condoms tucked into wallets, spotify premium, scalding hot showers, unmade beds

HEADCANONS.

wendy is someone who doesn't tend to dislike people. she is pretty easy-going, and while she was seen as a "cool kid" when she was younger, she never alienated herself from the less popular crowd. they were a friend of anyone that was fun to be around, never really caring much about status symbols or judging people for liking things deemed lame. (though they might tease a little.)

the coolest thing about wendy is that she doesn't care much what people think, and isn't afraid to own making a fool of herself.

she is someone that doesn't really hold grudges, opting to forgive friends and boyfriends for the past and move on with a positive attitude whenever possible.

she wouldn't necessarily say that she is lazy... but she is lazy. while she is more than capable of having a good work ethic and making something of herself, she often just doesn't feel like it. though there is more to it than meets the eye; wendy is crippled by the idea of choosing the wrong path. time moves so quickly, and they'd rather choose to be stuck at the mystery shack than go into a major they fail at and get stuck with college debt and a career that turns out to be one big disappointment. they don't always bottle their feelings up, but on this subject, it is something they would rather push down and ignore for as long as possible. even if it haunts them at night. besides, life is all about the moments and she is much more interested in enjoying whatever it has to offer than wasting even a handful of seconds sitting at a boring desk listening to teachers drone on and on.

soooo she skipped school a lot... leading to bad grades. leading to her feeling like she would fail at college.

in their defense, without their mom there to guide them and their dad constantly busy and tied up with her brothers, they didn't have anyone pushing them into the right direction until it was too late and they just felt like a disappointment. it's easier in evermore where their dad isn't there to remind them they need to plan a future for themself; why can't she just mull around at the mystery shack all day and stay out with friends all night?

wendy loves free shit. if there's any sort of lame event going on that she has no interest in, she will most definitely show up for the refreshments alone. and she will eat until she is asked to leave.

has a track record of... not keeping relationships. for various reasons. sometimes forgetting to actually end the relationship. it isn't out of ill will and they never actually intend to ghost someone. they just get bored.

it probably goes without saying that she likes flannels, huh?

if you're ever wondering if anyone subscribes to magazines anymore, wendy is here to tell you they absolutely do. her favorite way to zone out on the clock is flip through magazines so she constantly has at least three subscriptions and she doesn't really care if they're for fashion, housekeeping or wildlife.

best secret keeper. as long as they care about you. if they think it's important, wendy will go to the grave with what you tell them.

bi af, they're so much better with guys than girls. girls are just so... pretty, and smell so nice, and she finds herself getting tongue-tied and flustered and all red-faced trying to flirt back sometimes. guys are cute, but they're just guys.

with wendy, bribery gets you everywhere!

their middle name is indeed blerble. her dad claims it was supposed to be bluebelle and there was a horrible misunderstanding when it came to her birth certificate... they're not really sure if they believe that or if bluebelle is any better.

she misses her mom. a lot. but she doesn't grieve as much as she used to. wendy is pretty good at accepting things for how they are and moving on after a little time has passed. it just... would've been nice to have her there to talk to when they felt stressed, to look after them when they were sick, encourage them when school was rough. now she can look back on the memories she does have with her with a smile, but it doesn't erase the tears in her eyes.

has definitely been to a few feminist rallies and goes all out with their homemade signs.

getting around on skateboard > any other mode of transportation.

boots and converse. no other shoes allowed. the converse is almost always doodled on.

wendy doesn't really want to leave evermore. at least, not yet. if she goes back to gravity falls she has to figure shit out. here she doesn't have to worry about it because... she can't. she's stuck. the future is one big question mark and for her? that's perfect.

if you want the vision just listen to the rise and fall of a midwest princess by chappell roan.

#evermorehqsintro

[snwusberry]

warning(s): one mention of death, talks of gambling, language (ig??) papa jun (not a warning but yeah)

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THIS IS FICTION AND DOESN'T DEPICT THE ACTUAL PEOPLE IRL

san's point of view

"so beomgyu trusted you to get the engagement ring and you decided to gamble it away?" yeosang asks me judgmentally while i pace back and forth in front of the 6 men.

"yes."

"YOU GAMBLED AWAY MY SISTER'S RING??"

i nod.

"just one question; why?" hongjoong asks with a defeated sigh.

"i was drunk!l, i don't know! i won a good majority of rounds so i felt unstoppable."

"and stopped you were, my friend." seonghwa laughs into his glass of water, taking a sip.

"yeah you were so greatly humbled." wooyoung comments.

"i need to get it back somehow..."

"and how would you do that?"

"i don't know. beomgyu hasn't spoken to me in 2 days, i NEED to fix this."

"buy a new ring." yunho suggests and while some of them do agree...

"can't do that." yeosang says, making everyone look at him. silence falling on everyone.

"wait, why?" seonghwa asks and yeosang smiles. THE MOTHERFUCKER SMILES!!

"because when he asked permission to propose from my parents, they gave him a ring which was my grandmother on my mother's side's ring. he went and got it customized, or modernized or whatever, at their go ahead."

"bro you gambled away a family heirloom??" wooyoung shouts.

"yeah let everyone know."

i do not need him to add insult to injury like this, i'm already stressed the fuck out.

"well i will help you look for it. especially because the poor boy feels guilty for losing it even though his only fault was trusting you." yeosang says.

"are you trying to make me feel guiltier?"

"is it working?" yeosang sarcastically asks and i roll my eyes.

asshole.

beomgyu sits across from me as i anxiously clear my throat, taking a sip from my cup.

"so... you come here often?" he raises an eyebrow and i cough immediately taking another sip. "look i feel terrible about what i did."

"as you should." he bluntly tells me, not sparing me a glance. now i know my brother and this man right here is not it. "and anyway, how will that bring the ring back?"

"i'll go through every corner of las vagas so i can find him."

"and if he's not in the city?" he questions.

"then i'll search the country."

"if he fled?"

"i'll scour around."

"and what if he's dead?" i almost choke at his question.

"okay beomgyu you're doing too much now." he rolls his eyes and tries to stand up and i stop him.

"i'll do anything, everything to get your ring back. everything."

"just leave it. i'll save up for another ring and hopefully i can propose to her by next christmas." he tells me, leaving me in the café alone.

this is gonna be tough.

yeonjun's point of view

BEING A FATHER IS NOT AS EASY!!

i smile at the little girl in my arms as she mumbles absolute nonsense. her eyes are wide open, darting around the room looking at everything that surrounds her.

she's a bit more fussy being away from home but she's still a well behaved girl.

hayoon is somewhere around the house, most likely hanging out with miyoung and kaya. they've all been super close since they met, kaya being a new addition to their little alliance against us.

i look back at my daughter who's still mumbling and i coo at her cuteness.

i hum, closing my eyes and enjoying the gorgeous peace with my baby.

"papa jun!!"

spoke too damn soon.

my eyes snap open and i see taehyun make his way towards me.

"what do you waaannnnt?" i whine at his sudden appearance, finding him annoying all of a sudden.

"relax, i'm not here for you. i came to see my sister." he says.

"well i don't know where she is." i respond, closing my eyes again.

"TAEEEE!!"

for fucks sake.

"funny, we were just talking about you." i sarcastically remark and she sticks her tongue out.

"y'all just be gossiping." she remarks moving closer to coo at minji. "your father just be gossiping about me minnie."

"yeosang is going to vagas." taehyun announces and kaya stands up straight, sharply turning to him at the announcement.

"yeosang is going to vagas?" she asks.

"who's going to vagas?" soobin asks, appearing out of literally nowhere.

"yeosang is going to vagas bro." 

"why you is he going to vagss though?" soobin questions further.

"oh my God." i pinch the bridge of my nose.

"I HEARD THE WORD VAGAS FIVE FUCKING TIMES IN LESS THAN A MINUTE!!"

yeah that's san.

"what's his deal?" kaya asks and taehyun shrugs.

"nothing is his deal. are you looking for beomgyu?" soobin interrupts and kaya just shakes her head.

"tae is here... for?"

"you. we're having lunch with mom amd dad remember?"

"of course i do."

he scans her up and down, looking at her outfit which is white mikey mouse shorts and a white tank top.

"judging by the attire you are sporting-" i remark but my head is pushed back.

"i was waiting for taehyun to get here before i go change. bye."

she runs up the stairs.

"so what are we watching?" soobin asks, throwing himself on the couch.

man i just wanted to spend some time with my daughter.

sorry about the late update, today was mad busy

#choi beomgyu #beomgyu #choi beomgyu imagines #beomgyu imagines #choi beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #soobin #yeonjun #taehyun #huening kai #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #tomorrow x together #ateez #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt fluff #txt fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic

[neptoons1998]

Black Pearls

Previously

Summary: Okoye went back to find the blue boy, she hopes he liked peanut butter. Attuma brought a gift for her.

A/N: Writer's block is a bitch ain't it? I should be fine for the next two chapters lol

Attuma was back in the cave, it took him forever to get rid of Namora. His cousin kept asking why he wanted to play alone all of sudden. He just wanted to see the sun girl one more time. He beaded his bracelet for her. The mix with jade with strings of gold. His mother said that’s how she knew his father liked her. Attuma wanted to let the sun goddess know he liked her and wanted to be friends with her.

Attuma knew they didn’t speak the same language but he wanted to know everything about her. Even with the threat of punishment, Attuma still took the current system again. It couldn’t explain why he wanted to go back and see her again. Once Attuma arrived back in the small cave he heard her voice, “Oh you’re here,” The sun spoke as she crawled up on one of the stones in the cave.

 “I was wondering if I made it all up,” Okoye said as she dipped her toes into the water. Attuma knew this was his chance to give the girl his special gift. Attuma grabbed the girl’s wrist, “Hey I thought we were friends?”

Attuma placed the small jade bracelet in her hand, “Oh wow, it’s so pretty.” Okoye gave a closer look at it. Attuma beamed looking at the girl. He felt the proud feeling of giving this girl his gift. “Oh, I forgot I have a gift for you too,” The girl went into her satchel, Attuma being curious followed by his eyes as she open the jar. 

“Here try this,” Okoye said as she scooped peanut butter out of the jar. Attuma opens his mouth the substance was different. The color remind him of sargassum, but whatever this stuff was delicious.

“It’s good right,” Okoye smiled at him. The boy could help but nod to whatever the girl was saying. Attuma couldn’t help but lend closer to the girl. He couldn’t explain why he wanted to be close to her. 

“I don’t know about personal space do you?” Okoye questioned after they ate all the peanut butter. Attuma just stared at her, this is the weirdest friendship I ever had and that’s including Aneka, the girl thought. Okoye crossed her legs as she faced the boy, “My name is Okoye. Can you say that?” 

Attuma continued staring at Okoye,“Koko?”

“No, Okoye. Oh-ko-ye,” She sounded it out. Maybe the language barrier is too hard for both of us, the girl thought.  

“Koko,” Attuma repeated. The boy was deeply confused on what the girl wanted him to say. 

Okoye could only roll her eyes in frustration, Yeah, this wasn’t getting them anywhere. 

“Okay how about you tell your name,” She said pointing at him. The boy pointed at himself as puffed out his chest with proud of his name, “Attuma.” 

“Attuna?” Okoye titled her head. 

The boy shook his head,“Attuma.”

“Attuna,” Okoye could see the flustered look on his face, “See it isn’t funny when someone else does it huh?”

Before Okoye could tease her friend so more, she remembered that it was her turn to feed the baby rhinos today. 

“I have to leave mama is going to kill me for  forgetting to fed the calves on time, “Okoye said to her new friend. She gave a quick goodbye wave as she raced out of the cave. Okoye stumbled up the hill as she continued to run against time. Maybe her mama and baba wouldn’t notice that the baby rhinos haven’t been fed? She shook the hopeful thought out of her head. As her mother would say she was born at night not last night. Okoye gave huffed as she made into the fields where the rhinos where kept. She saw a figure standing in house front door. 

“Uncle M’Kathu?” Okoye called out, as she walked closer to him. Why was he here? The man only shows up for special holidays even though he was there just his quick hellos and goodbyes. 

The man looked at her with red eyes misty with tears that threatened to fall, “Sweet Okoye. There’s been a horrible accident.”

Her parents died in an unforeseen accident. That was the day Okoye grew up. 

As the years continued  Okoye joined the Dora Milaje. Her dream had been somewhat achieved, but she still had to work hard to be general. That took time, time that wasn’t promised, Okoye bit her lip this success was supposed to taste sweet, but to the young teen, it was bittersweet with her loving mama and baba not being here to witness it. 

After a hard day of training. The young trainees were allowed to go see their families for a week. As Okoye started to pack she witness all the girls' joy and anticipation of all the food they miss eating with their families. All Okoye would go back home to the cold cottage with her even colder uncle. While other trainees raced out like a herd of antelope. Okoye decided she would take a long way hope. 

“Maybe you’ll see that mysterious boy, eh Okoye,” Aneka said to her as she bump her shoulder into hers. Okoye gave a questioning look at her friend, “What are you talking about?”

Aneka raised one of her eyebrows, “You know the boy that gave you that bracelet.”

“Aneka be serious,” Okoye said. “I probably made it all up. Like how we used to be afraid of Mami Wata.”

“Who said Mami Wata isn’t real,” Aneka pressed. “We don’t know that. Best not to say her name three times.”

Okoye shook her head, “Have a nice break Aneka.”

And with that Okoye started her long walk to the empty cold cottage. She walked passed the markets and food stands. She walked close to one the stream, the same stream where she met him. 

She felt silly, she most likely imagined the strange blue boy. But if he was just my imagination. Then where did I get this bracelet? She thought as she looked down at the jade bracelet. Her mother wasn’t a big fan of gold, she always claimed it washed her out. Silver and red were more her style. It didn’t belong to her father, the man was a big fan of jewelry since he worked with animals. 

Then where did she get it from? She thought as she went downhill into the cave. The cave still smelt the same humility of the salty sea.  She felt the rough bumps of the cave, Okoye couldn’t help but feel foolish it had to be fake. As she was deep in her thoughts as she look up. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She didn’t make up it, she imagined that she made it while she was grieving the loss of her parents. 

“Attuma."

A/N: call me Ryan Coogler cause killing off parents gives character growth lol. 

#attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic

[atopearth]

Ikemen Prince Part 8 - Clavis Lelouch Route

I'm so excited for Clavis!! It seems like his route will delve into why he hates Chevalier, which is interesting. On the other hand, I love how he completely ignores what the heroine says and drags her around causing trouble for all the princes, it's just so funny hahaha! I think the funniest was him digging a pit trap in the garden and having Yves and Licht fall into it because they started running away from him the moment they saw him coming hahahaha. Even though I love Clavis, I have to admit that if I was the heroine, I would be so creeped out by him because of how entertaining and "interesting" he views the heroine's reaction to people dying around her, especially since he's forcing her to watch it as a part her duty as Belle. Lolll at Clavis lockpicking to get into her room and seeing how she is, this guy really does whatever he wants haha.

Honestly, it was pretty cute how Clavis cooks terrible food, but seeing how happy and appreciative he was of the heroine actually eating his food instead of outright rejecting it was very sweet. I'm surprised she's the first one to actually eat it though lol! Guess the others have no qualms towards rejecting his suspicious food, which I guess makes sense lol. I like how Clavis helped her think about looking at the history of Belles and seeing what kind of kings they chose to help her think about what else she can take into account when it comes to her decision. Lmao when Clavis was about to stab Chevalier to wake him up, I guess it would be the fastest way. How interesting that Clavis' mother was Chevalier's mother's maid and their family had served as their servants for generations🧐 Lmao at the heroine willing to spoon feed Clavis to try and avoid his nasty looking soup🤣 I can't remember if it was mentioned much in detail before, but knowing that Flandre's hatred for Chevalier came from seeing his family be sacrificed 'for the kingdom' and having to witness his family and probably all his friends and everyone in that village burned to death is definitely understandable. Obsidian are the despicable ones though, so the fact that he 'helps' them in Chevalier's route to get revenge on Chevalier just goes to show how blind he is towards his revenge. Anyway, Silvio isn't my type but Gilbert certainly is🤭 Omggg, a drunk and vulnerable Clavis is the cutest thing ever. Especially when he asked the heroine for a lap pillow haha, that's so adorable. Honestly though, I love how Clavis came to her rescue and carried her back to her room even though he can't take alcohol at all, but his desire to protect her outweighed everything else, my heart melted for that.

Well, Clavis was going to cause real trouble sooner or later so I guess we'll just have to see what comes out of him escaping with an Obsidian spy. On the other hand, it was really nice to see how Clavis really treats everyone the same, including the town he watches over. It was so funny to imagine everyone running away at the sight of him and then talking shit about him in front of his face haha. But it was also really sweet to see him remember these people and try to enrich their lives instead of punishing them if they did something wrong. I assume Clavis' mother's death is the reason why Clavis hates Chevalier. It's actually really cute how all along Clavis never allowed anyone to enter his room because it was filled with books and documents that revealed how diligent he was in his work and studies to the point that he doesn't even have a bed for himself. How unexpectedly sweet. It was also nice to see that little snippet where little Chevalier told the little crybaby Clavis to achieve something that he can't, and then he'll acknowledge him as a prince since Clavis was always sad that everyone praised Chevalier as a prince but never him.

Nice to see the heroine finally figure out why Clavis let the spy go since it was to protect her, and honestly it's pretty cute how despite how crafty Clavis may seem to be, his heart is probably one of the most pure out of all the princes and he genuinely would protect his people over his kingdom no matter the costs and sacrifices to himself. I didn't expect Clavis to have actually been captured on the Bloodstained Rose Day because he didn't want to give up on the prisoners and tried to save them. He really is true to his words, and a very silly but admirable prince. I also didn't expect Cyran to actually be Obsidian and to have been part of the soldiers who burnt those prisoners to their deaths. I can now see why he follows Clavis and follows everything he does. If you told me that Clavis was a loser his whole life before I started this route, I would have laughed and said no way, but seeing Clavis never waver even at moments of life or death, ready to continue to go against Chevalier's rationality and stick to his principles and ideals to save all the people he can save as his meaning to live, he's such a cool loser that can't win against Chevalier, but will always be a winner in many people's hearts haha.

I'm happy for Clavis that he found something he can believe in and worth risking his life for. It's funny how Chevalier is one extreme where he prioritises the kingdom above all else, and it's because Clavis has seen his way of life since they were kids that he decided that he won't live his life like that, and ends up on the other end of the extreme where he prioritises human lives above all else. I really enjoyed the heroine's pep talk of encouragement when Clavis was about to give up when faced with Chevalier. He's always been suppressed by Chevalier's intelligence and failed to see how smart he is as well so I was glad the heroine helped him remember and realise that what's stopping him right now is him giving up at the sight of Chevalier and not because he's giving up knowing that there's no other choices left, since even if there are seemingly no other choices left, Clavis is the type to make one out of something even if it may be futile. I expected him to create a new kingdom to fix all the problems but I didn't expect Chevalier to quite easily allow it, I guess he's soft towards Clavis after all haha. I love much Clavis doesn't care about Clause 99 and just told the heroine that he'll take responsibility for making her fall madly in love with him, and then asked her when does she want to move in with him🤣🤣 I really loved Clavis's  confession, it really showed how much he loved and appreciated the heroine, and I'm glad the heroine also understood that clause 99 isn't something that would stop Clavis when he founded a new kingdom and was ready to die to save people he barely even knew. I love how when Clavis was talking to Gilbert, he said that Chevalier will save the thousands he can't save, and he will save the dozens that Chevalier abandons because I really believe that. It was really nice to see the heroine and Clavis so happily tease each other and spend time together, they're so cute.

Overall, Clavis really lives up to his charm in his route and I loved every bit of it! He probably has the best route tbh because not only did we get to know him on a much deeper level, but he never lost his fun and charm throughout the route. He was always teasing the heroine, always being silly, but he always so kind, so sweet and cool too haha. The fact that he has so many weaknesses and worked hard to keep up with Chevalier and hope to beat him one day made him all the more endearing and I loved how he never gave up on doing what he believed he was right no matter the cost. He wavered at times, but the heroine was there to support him and I love how she always did her best to try and understand him and got to know how hard he worked for his people. As Gilbert noticed, Clavis is an amazing guy that underestimates himself because of his genius brother, but I'm sure the heroine will always be there now to tell him how great he is and support him. I really enjoyed their romance and I really enjoyed unraveling Clavis as a person, definitely not a disappointment and would 10/10 recommend his route!

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