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shoulmate · 6 months
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"What about you, Sakusa?" the reporter shifts their gaze from Miya to the ravenette. "Do you have any game-day rituals?"
Sakusa knows what they expect him to say, maybe what most of the world expects him to say...that he's got an intensive cleaning routine.
That it starts early in the morning from the moment he wakes up. Showering, meticulous preparation of his breakfast, leaving his home in pristine condition to which he can return and shut out the world.
Yeah, all those routines are essential.
But there's one thing more important than all of that.
One thing that can alleviate the stress better than any of these compulsory behaviors.
Sakusa smiles shyly and ignores the incessant clicks of cameras going off to capture the rare expression.
"Yes," he admits. He's not looking at anyone, eyes unfocusing as he says your name barely loud enough for the press conference to hear.
There's a murmured 'aww' followed by a hush of realization that Sakusa doesn't understand.
When his mind returns to the present and sees everyone staring at him he glances at the gaping Jackals until
Atsumu cackles.
His deep, jubilant outburst cracks the tension and there's a roll of laughter, scandalized muttering, and more affectionate 'awws'.
"Geez 'O-'Omi," Atsumu wheezes, "ya make-ya make it sound like ya need a good fucking before an' after a match." The setter has to wipe away tears as Sakusa's face pales. Then pinks. Then burns red.
He lunges across his teammates, Meian barely getting a hold of him before his hands can wrap around Atsumu's neck.
Across the city your office watches the press conference devolve into a common scene of chaos and embarrassment flames through your body.
Your friends give you cheeky compliments between jeers at the live broadcast. You stay silent.
Lips pressed into a tight line, eyes wide and disbelieving, you stifle every reaction you can as Kiyoomi's wrestled away from one teammate by another because even though the reporter had no idea what they were really asking and Sakusa wasn't really meaning it and Atsumu was just being his usual crass instigative-self,
he's not wrong.
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gyuaesp · 3 months
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a new kind of love mingyu x reader
genres: angst, unrequited love, not proofread (sorry huhu), reader is so in love with mingyu it’s suffocating but mingyu can’t provide it back.
wc: exactly 400
idk guys i just looovveee making sad unrequited love writes… its so fun… this one is short as well but pls do enjoy :)))
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it’s been two years, fifteen hours, and 27 seconds since mingyu last messaged you.
through those years, your mind pondered about what you might’ve done wrong. was it because you tried to reciprocate a relationship that wasn’t even there? it couldn’t have been. if he hated you that much why didn’t he just tell you instead of leaving? something wasn’t right in his mind.
you had so many questions for mingyu that were left unanswered. all of them were about love, heartbreak, and resentment.
maybe all of the “i love you” messages sent when you two still remembered each other’s faces didn’t matter anymore. maybe he got over it, became a dad, and grew up. maybe you can’t let go because you’re unable to look at another person without trying to make out their features into his.
you sacrificed everything to be in love. you bled, you lost, and you wept—but why didn’t he stay?
were you not worthy of being in love? were you born to be alone? was mingyu sent down to earth to help make you realize that statement?
you still remember the night you confessed. it’s a core memory for gods sake.
the cold night on your balcony. a cigarette in one hand and beer can in the other. you could still feel the goosebumps on your skin every time this comes up in your mind.
the way mingyu looked at you under the moonlight. the sound of cars zooming past becoming muffled by his gaze. your drunken eyes making out the perfect symmetry of his face, the way his mouth was slightly open with a gasp of realization. he was in love.
you still remembered the taste of his lips mixed with the bitterness of beer. his pillows for lips going against yours. the roughness of your sheets going against your skin as he went down on your marked body.
the feeling of euphoria in that room still remains. the emptiness and pain lingers without his presence. you were a mess without him. the small apartment, now scattered with clothes on the couch and empty bottles, longing for love just like you.
as you opened the letter left on your doorstep labeled with your name, a small huge piece of your soul crushed seeing that it was mingyu’s wedding invitation.
the love you have for him will stay in your blood, even if it wasn’t meant to be.
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instantnoooodles · 1 year
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A Driving Force
An ancient ask from an old friend, it came to me in a dream. Viola. 
Gibbs x Reader | No use of [Y/n] | 3.2 k | Mentions of Childbirth, swearing, pregnancy, mentions of sex, fluff with little to no angst
Pregnancy has got you ready to throttle your husband. 
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Nearly eight months pregnant, and you are going to kill someone. 
Someone's name is Jethro. 
Jethro, who- after your first baby- thought it would be a swell idea to have another (don't get me wrong, he is more than good at making them, it's the labor and the first trimester that does you in.) Jethro, who is at work and not at home making you tea or rubbing your calves, or doing literally anything other than being at work. It's driving you nuts, and your son may as well be training for the baby Olympics. There's no reprieve, not with a heating pad, not with an exercise ball, not with the piss-poor excuse for a nap you'd tried to take, nothing. 
So you do what anyone would've done: You drive your ass to his work and give the security guards some vaguely veiled threats to let you up to the bullpen. 
And naturally, he's nowhere to be found. 
"I am going to kill that man," you grumble, reclining in his chair, leaning your head back, and closing your eyes. Ironically enough, the background noise helps- you feel more relaxed than at home. 
The elevator dings, and in comes the trio. (McGee- you assume- is down in the lab. Jethro says he prefers it to fieldwork some days.) And- naturally- they're yelling. 
"I had him!" 
"You had shit! That dude outran you by miles! He's halfway to Timbuktu right now!"  
"Dinozzo-" 
"Boss, I am telling you-"
"Dinozzo."
They stop in the bullpen, and you stand, hand over your stomach, and downright glower at your husband. "Leroy." 
Tony's face crumples into something like horror, Kate looks like a bomb might go off, and Jet- well, he looks a little south of terrified. As he should. 
"Sweetheart," He walks toward you, hands outstretched, and immediately goes in for a gentle peck on the cheek. You swat him away. He frowns comically. 
"Your son is driving me up a wall." 
"You shouldn't be driving like this," he reaches down and caresses the bump. Damn him and his soft voice. Usually, you only hear it in the comfort of your home, never at work, and maybe that's what melts your resolve of putting up a fight. 
You sigh, slouching into him and leaning your head into the crook of his neck. He takes it all in stride, cupping his hand on the back of your head, drawing circles with his thumb on that place where the base of your skull meets your neck. It makes you fall apart like a card tower. You groan- he has the decency not to laugh, just winds his other arm around your waist. "Is he giving you a hard time?" It's asked softly, gently, kindly, with all the warmth of a roaring fire and the bourbon in the basement. This is the Jet that makes you question if he's really an agent. 
"He's been kicking my bladder for hours," you groan into his shirt. It smells like sawdust and mint. "You'd think he's training for boot camp in there." 
Jethro rubs gently at your waist- Tony and Kate sit quietly at their desks and have the decency to stop arguing. Tony even takes a field trip to God knows where- it makes you smile. "Better or worse than Dani?" 
Dani is your nearly five-year-old. A bundle of joy and Jethro's entire world, she has a smile to light up a room. 
And a temper to rival Hell, she gets it from her dad, but he handles her well. 
You scoff. "Dani didn't take up gymnastics, and if I recall correctly, you missed the first eight hours of my labor." 
"Twenty more to go- didn't miss much." You smack him gently on the back, and he only chuckles and continues to rub the muscles of your hips and neck. "You damn near broke my hand." 
"Twenty-eight hours of labor, Jethro. You're lucky I didn't break every bone in your body and shoot you." He mumbles something like 'touche', and you stand in silence for a moment. Jet quietly says 'here' and untangles himself from you (you nearly kill him) until he spins around. Facing your back and winding his arms around to your stomach, he reaches underneath your bump, intertwines his fingers, and lifts. 
You come this close to moaning in the middle of NCIS headquarters. 
Jet started doing this sometime towards the end of the second trimester when your bump became less of that and more like a mound. (These days, it feels more like a mountain.) The muscles in your abdomen relax, and the relief is instantaneous. Your head lols back onto his shoulder, and you kiss the underside of his jaw. "Thank you." 
It comes out in a whisper, but he gets the idea and returns the gesture to your forehead. "'Course sweetheart," And then you just stand there. It could be hours- it could be seconds. Realistically, it was probably closer to ten minutes. Jethro is strong, despite his age and his appearance. If you asked him he could probably do this for another hour and then some. Come to think- he'd do anything you asked him to. And you'd do the same, quite frankly, but right now- right now this is plenty. 
Jethro releases the weight of your baby boy slowly, oh-so-gently and it nearly makes you sob (damn pregnancy hormones) and hugs you from the side, careful not to undo the release he's just given you. You peck his cheek, leaning into the embrace, and close your eyes. 
And then water splashes down your leg, down your pants, and onto a puddle in the NCIS bullpen. 
Motherfucker. 
Echoed both in your head and out loud by your husband, Tony chooses this perfect moment to come barreling into the room. "Boss, we got something- oh shit." 
"Dinozzo, go get my car," and Jet hurls the keys at Tony's head. Tony, with all his goofiness and jokes, makes none about the situation and beelines for the staircase, Kate hot on his heels. 
Contraction number one hits with full speed, nearly taking you to your knees, and Jet hugs you around your waist, keeping you from collapsing and yanking the phone from his back pocket. "If the nurse doesn't give me an epidural this time, you have my full permission to shoot them." 
"Yes ma'am," he says, throwing the phone onto his desk. You don't see what he's done with it, you're too busy trying to stand. 
The contraction fades, you rise, and Jethro rises with you. "You're early." 
"Dani was three weeks early," you breathe deeply through your nose and out through your mouth. 
"This is nearly four." 
"Well, then, Jet, get a damn move on." And move he does. He makes sure you're standing steady first, before flying behind his desk to grab a bag. You do a double take. "You keep the hospital bag in your office?" 
He gives you a quick peck on the cheek, slinging the bag over his shoulder and guiding you toward the elevator. "Been with me for two months now, sweetheart." 
You're going to sob. 
Jet's gentle hand on your elbow and back gets you both to the elevator in one piece. An agent- you don't know who- is standing there as the doors ding open. Jethro gives him a look that could freeze over hell as he turns around to ask what floor, and the mystery agent steps out. 
You poke the 'G' button as another contraction punches through you. Jet gets you to lean against the cool metal wall as the elevator begins to move, and you grip his forearm tight. You're not swearing, not yet, just breathing deeply, but at this rate, you'll be calling the doctor a fuckwad the minute you walk through the hospital doors. 
Tony and Kate (bless their hearts) have the car running right out of the elevator in the parking garage. Tony reaches for your arm to help you in but a sharp, "Hands off my wife, DiNozzo!" Stops him dead in his tracks. Kate steps in as Jet throws the bag in the backseat. He opens the passenger door while Kate leads you. 
"You're gonna do great, call us when the baby's here, and we'll handle the case, Gibbs." The last part is directed toward your husband, who takes your other forearm as you sit gingerly in the car. 
He drives like Jethro. Which is to say: Like a maniac. 
You don't complain, even if it feels like you're in the middle of a police chase. He cuts the fifteen-minute drive to the hospital in half, skidding to a halt in front of the maternity wing, and barely remembers to turn off the car before reaching behind him to snag the bag and half-carry you to the doors. You can hardly blink before they've got you in a room, changed into a hospital gown, and are telling you to push.
Mike Leroy Gibbs' labor clocks in at a whopping two hours. 
It's a very painful two hours. Jet may have threatened several doctors and nurses to give you an epidural (who complies, you don't know the details and you don't want to.) They whisk him away to check vitals and clean him up, though Jet also threatens to maim or seriously injure someone if Mike isn't in your arms in fifteen minutes. 
He's returned rather quickly (you have a feeling you'll have to do damage control when you give a shit.) And he is the cutest bundle of warm brown hair and the brightest blue eyes you ever did see. 
You don't let Jethro hold him for something close to an hour, you damn near fall asleep with him on your chest for a little while, but with a soft, "Jet, look at your son." He takes him
Jethro is pretty quiet while he holds him- he was the same with Dani, awestruck by her existence and speechless. He coos at Mike, who's fast asleep, and sways him gently back and forth. He sits down, the armchair pulled as close to your hospital bed as it can get, with one hand cradling your son and the other holding your hand, rubbing gentle circles on the meat of your thumb. 
(You crushed his forearm during labor. Not literally, Jethro is still injury free, but there will be bruises in a few days. He knows how sore you are though, and if he wasn't occupied with his new son, you'd be sure he'd be giving you a massage. He was just as good- if not miles better- than when you gave birth to Dani. He was on a case, deep cover, and didn't get the phone call from Ducky or the hospital until you were well into labor. Ducky's phone call was far more urgent- Gibbs drove at least forty over to get to you.) 
"Jet, I gotta call Donovan, he still has two more days with Dani-" 
"Already taken care of sweetheart." 
You're going to melt. Absolutely dissolve into a pile of lovey-dovey goo. "Thank you." 
He brings your hand to his lips to kiss each of your knuckles. "He's on his way, your brother drives slower than I do-" 
"Jethro, everyone drives slower than you." 
The corner of his lips twitch upward at that, and he doesn't argue. 
The room is... nice. It's the only way to describe it. You feed Mike, and Jet is respectful and goes to find you OJ while you do it. "It doesn't make me uncomfortable, hun. Figured you could just use some time with him, skin to skin." 
Yeah, you're gonna cry. 
You actually do, while he's away and Mike has finished. It's not sad tears, they're definitely happy. When Jethro comes back he seems to know it, you don't even have to say anything, he just sits on the side of the bed, curls an arm behind your shoulders, and pets your hair. There are kisses laid atop your head, and he rubs your bicep. He whispers in his soft voice, the one you're so used to hearing that when you visit him at work his 'Boss' tone makes you do a double take. (Is it hot? Absolutely. But there's nothing quite like the quiet tone he uses when he asks if you're ready for bed.) 
You sniffle, Mike shifts in your arms as Jethro wipes a tear and a series of gentle knocks at the door sound through your hospital room. One, two, three, four, five, heads poke through the sliver in the open door. "Boss? Can we come in?" 
Gibbs looks to you for permission before answering. You nod and smile softly, and he beckons to the agents. Abby and Kate file in first, closely followed by Tim, then Ducky, who holds the door open for Tony, who's carrying two huge plastic bags filled with something that smells magical. 
Abby gives you the first hug, careful to avoid your newborn, she wraps an arm around your shoulder while Jethro untangles himself from you to help Tony. ("Did ya buy enough for the whole wing, Dinozzo?") 
Kate comes in next, taking Abby's place with a hug around your shoulder. You share grins, and she asks you how the labor was- the conversation is easy and nice. (Everyone knows how bad Dani's labor was. You've come into the office a few times a month, usually with coffee or breakfast, or-hell, even dinner for your husband and his crew when the nights turn long. You used to come in once a week during the first trimester. You and Gibbs would be in the NCIS bathroom with your head in a toilet, hair held back, and circles rubbed on your shoulders. Those were rough days.) 
"Do you wanna hold him?" 
Kate looks a little dumbstruck. Ducky and Tim are giving her encouraging glances, grinning ear to ear. "Y-you're sure?" 
You smile up at her, readjust, and hold Mike out. "Make sure to support his head, arm under his neck, keep the blanket- there you go." Kate kinda giggles- a breathy laugh escapes as she turns toward Gibbs and grins wide. He smiles back- then wider to you- and winks. To this day, it still gives you butterflies. 
Kate moves around the room- pacing in circles, bounces your son in the crook of her elbow, and quietly talks with Ducky. Tim comes in for a small hug. "Congrats, Mrs. Gibbs. You feel alright?" 
You scoff and pull him in with both arms. "I'm exhausted- I think Jet threatened someone for an epidural." 
You give him a peck on the cheek as he steps back, unfolding himself. Tim blushes pink and smiles. "Anything I can do? Food? Clothes?" You nearly start crying again. "I make a mean quiche, waffles too- Abby's can vouch for me-"
You laugh (Jethro's eyes light up at the sound, Tony notices.) "That sounds wonderful, Tim. Thank you, I mean it." 
He smiles, genuine, and you get the feeling sometimes Tony and Kate are a little hard on him. Then you remember how they rallied when he was in the hospital from a gunshot wound, and all those thoughts fade away. 
"McGee! Get over here!" Tony yells from across the room, gesturing with a plastic knife. 
Kate comes over to hand back Mike, but you gesture to Ducky. "Go ahead, Duck. I'm sure you've had your fair share of holding babies, don't make me lecture you." 
Ducky smile kindly (everyone seems to be smiling lately, and as cheesy as it sounds, it makes you happy. The my-heart-hurts-with-happiness way. You think the work is thankful, but even that seems too small of a word for what you feel.) Kate hands Mike over, carefully, slowly- his head fits neatly into the palm of her hand, where it waits until Ducky re-settles the blanket over him. 
Duckys' a natural- he sways with Mike and regals him with PG versions of his cases. Mike, sleepy and half-conscious, wiggles out of the blanket and wraps one of his teeny-tiny hands around the doctor's fingers. Abby and Kate coo and fold the blanket back over your son. They wiggle their own fingers at him, but Mike stays sound asleep, shifting minutely in Ducky's arms.
Tony comes in next for a one-armed, light hug. (You suspect Jet is behind that- you pull him in all the same. ) 
"Gibbs mentioned you were hungry," he gestures to the small table ladened with takeout boxes. "Said you were craving pasta." 
You pull him back for another, tighter hug, gifting him with a peck on the cheek too, "Thank you, Tony, that's really sweet of you." 
He blushes lightly, with a smug sort of look on his face. "You guys can keep the leftovers- McGee's idea."
You give his hand a squeeze instead of words, but he seems to get the idea, winking and holding up your shoulders while you sit up as Jet brings a plate over. He doesn't chastise Tony for his hand placement or the still-visible blush painted across his neck and cheeks, but you're more focused on the heavenly-smelling, rich, and sauce-loaded noodles being presented to you. 
You groan. "You are a saint, hun. Thank you." You grab the plate and fork with eager hands. Tony laughs and meanders off to grab a plate of his own while Jet sits on the side of your bed. He's got his own plate- carefully portioned and balanced on one knee as he catches a noodle falling off your fork and nearly onto the sheets. 
"Thanks," you reply with a mouthful, but it comes out more like a grunt. Jet gets the message anyway, smiling down at you. You're more at an even height now that you're sitting up, and you watch cheerfully as Ducky looks to you for permission to pass Mike to Abby. 
Tim and Kate are chatting quietly. They look over at you and Jet once and a while. (You get the sneaky suspicion you won't have to cook or do chores in the house for months.) Tony is still ladling noodles onto his plate, and you watch as he hands a similar one to Ducky. 
You didn't notice when they first entered- or maybe she was hiding it- but there's a little (not-so-little) bag sitting at Abby's feet as she takes Mike oh-so-gently from Ducky. You guess it might be something black- it'll contrast with his eyes, and you giggle internally at the thought. Abby sways over to Tony, rocking Mike in her arms- you think Tony calls him Giblet Number Two, and you roll your eyes playfully. 
It hits you suddenly how happy you are, nearly knocks you breathless as you watch everyone crowd around Abby as Mike opens his eyes. This is... wonderful. You don't have words for it: you have everything you can ask for and more, and Jethro seems to read your mind (as always.) He reaches down to squeeze your free hand, looking sideways through his eyelashes. "I'm proud of you, sweetheart." 
You smile tearily at him. "I know." 
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ladykissingfish · 4 months
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We've seen a "Sasori jealous of Deidara" ... Now we need one of Deidara jealous of Sasori 🙈🙈🙈💕
I tried 🙃
*Deidara folding clothes and Sasori at his desk, reading*
Deidara: Sasori. I want to ask  you a question, hm.
Sasori: Mm?
Deidara: You … you know that when I slept with you that first time, it was my first time ever. D-doing that, I mean. I know I told you that. But, um … I was just wondering if … if …
Sasori: You wish to know if that was my first time, as well?
Deidara, blushing: Y-yes. 
Sasori: Do you want an honest answer?
Deidara: Yes. Always.
Sasori: *sets down his book and turns his chair to face Deidara* No. You weren’t my first.
Deidara: *despite trying to keep it together, his face falls* I wasn’t? Really?
Sasori: No. Is that upsetting to you? 
Deidara, quickly: N-no! Of course not! But … can I ask who it was?
Sasori: It was so long ago, why does it matter?
Deidara: I’m just curious, hm. Please, tell me?
Sasori: Well, it happened when I was about 17 years old. I was traveling and I stopped at an inn for the night. The innkeeper was this very talkative girl, who —
Deidara: Girl?? You slept with a woman before?!
Sasori: I don’t have to go on if this truly bothers you, you know.
Deidara: It’s not! Go on!
Sasori: Anyway, long story short, we talked a long while, and towards dawn she took me into this little room behind the counter and she gave me my first experience with that.
Deidara: I see. And that was it?
Sasori: That was it. It was something I simply wished to try, so I did.
Deidara: Was she pretty?
Sasori: Dei …
Deidara: Come on, you said it was a long time ago, right? Was she pretty? Did she have long hair like mine? Were her eyes —
Sasori: Deidara. Are you … you couldn’t possibly be jealous, could you?
Deidara, angrily: Of course not! Don’t say stupid things, hm! *gets up* It’s time for my bath, so —
Sasori: Deidara. *pats his lap* Come and sit.
Deidara: I don’t —
Sasori: It’s not a request. Sit. Now.
*Deidara reluctantly crosses the room to sit on Sasori’s lap*
Sasori: My Deidara. My sensitive baby. I shouldn’t have to tell you something so obvious, but, sex does not always equate with love. It certainly didn’t with me and that girl; a person whose name I don’t even remember. But do you want to know something?
Deidara: Y-yes?
Sasori: That night, shortly after you and I did it. You were laying in the bed, so deeply asleep. I must have watched you for hours. And then when I couldn’t take just watching anymore, I couldn’t keep my fingers out of that gorgeous hair of yours. At one point, my fingertips brushed against your cheek, and you smiled. You were sound asleep but you presented me with the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen in my life. And for the first time in my life, I knew: THIS is what love is. It actually scared me a little, because the way that smile made me feel meant that no matter what, I would forever be in love with you. And I’d stopped praying long ago but I prayed you felt the same.
Deidara, tears running down his face: I do, Danna. More than anything, hm.
Sasori: *kisses him* Good. Do you feel better now?
Deidara: Yes. Thank you. Now I know that a meaningless experience from your past has no effect on our relationship right now.
Sasori: Meaningless? I wouldn’t say meaningless. That one night taught me possibly the most useful thing of my entire life.
Deidara, surprised: O-oh? And what is that?
Sasori: It taught me … that I am absolutely, unabashedly, one thousand and twelve percent terrified of vaginas. And breasts? *shudders* Don’t get me started on those crazy things. 
Deidara: *bursts out laughing* Geez, Danna! You can’t just say stuff like that! Women are strong and powerful and —
Sasori: I know all that, I’m just scared by what’s underneath their clothes. God, I accidentally saw Konan without her robe once and I don’t think I blinked for two weeks. I —
Hidan, from the other room: You lucky asshole! I’d kill for a view like that!
Deidara:
Konan, making dinner in the kitchen: *grips the knife tighter*
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Come Take A Break With Me
My Masterlist
Pairing(s): Pietro Maximoff x Fem!ADHD!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of sex, medication, and unhealthy eating and drinking habits. Maybe a bit of swearing, but I’m not sure. 
Word Count: 752
Summary: When Pietro realizes that you’ve been so busy writing you haven’t taken care of yourself, he convinces you to take a break with him.
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“Where’s Y/N?” Pietro asked Peter at the dinner table. “I haven’t seen her all day.”
Peter stabbed his fork into his bowl of pasta. “I think she’s in the library, said something about working on a deadline.”
Pietro rolled his eyes. “A self-imposed one, I bet. Oh my darling princessa never knows when to stop. Her adoring fans will be there no matter how long it takes her to get another fic out. They know she has a life.”
“Are you gonna go get her?” Peter asked.
“I’ll wait until after dinner, she won’t want to eat with everyone if she’s in the middle of her hyperfixation.” Pietro said, twirling his fork around. “When was the last time you saw her?”
Peter finished chewing before answering. “Two days ago?”
“She hasn’t taken her pills!” Pietro exclaimed, rushing to your room to grab your pills before heading to the library in the compound. “Princessa? Are you in here?” 
You looked up, hearing Pietro call for you. “Piet? What are you doing here?”
“Checking on you. How long have you been down here?”
“A couple of hours, I think.” You said, shrugging before turning back to your laptop.
FRIDAY picked that moment to chime in, “Miss L/N has been down here for 2 days without eating, drinking, sleeping, or taking her meds, Mr. Maximoff.”
“Princessa? I leave for a one day mission and you don’t take care of yourself for two? What in the everloving hell is this? Why another self-imposed deadline when you know that your followers will just be happy to see that you’re active? You’ve made it clear to them that you have a real and very pressing lifestyle outside of the computer, and you aren’t writing any series’ so there’s not a rush to get out the next chapter either.”
You looked down, embarrassed to have forgotten the most basic human needs while Pietro was away. “‘M sorry.” You said quietly, subtly wiping at your eyes.
Pietro rushed to your side, holding your hands in his. “Hey, princessa, I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you, I just worry because I know you can forget sometimes. Why don’t you finish your idea and then we can go upstairs and get some food, drink, and sleep? I brought you your meds. Come take a break with me.” He told you, kissing the back of both your hands.
“I love you, Piet.” You said, nodding gently. “Yeah, um, this fic really just needs me to step away, I’ve been killing myself trying to write it for weeks when all I really want to write is the next thing on my list. But I really want this done first, so I think it’s done, but I should come back to the fic later, in a different mindset.”
“More fed and rested.” Pietro said, pulling you in for a hug and resting his chin on top of your head.
“Exactly. I’ll bring my laptop upstairs with me and edit the fic in the morning before I post it.” 
He kissed your forehead gently before asking you a serious question. “Did you not notice that you were hungry?”
“You know how I get.” You replied.
“Oh, I do. But you didn’t notice you were hungry for two days?”
You kissed each of his cheeks softly. “Well, now that you mention it, I’m starving. What did Wanda make for dinner?”
“Some pasta dish, I don’t know, I probably let mine get cold rushing down here.” He replied, handing you your meds.
“A quick dinner and then we can cuddle, okay? I know you don’t sleep as well without me and you must’ve noticed I never came to bed last night.”
Pietro laughed, kissing all over your face. “You know me too well, princessa.” He zoomed the two of you upstairs. “Eat and then bed, okay?”
“Make sure you soundproof the room this time.” Tony remarked dryly, glancing back and forth between the two of you.
“She hasn’t slept in two days, we won’t need soundproofing to sleep, Stark.” Pietro said, taking up a bowl of dinner for you.
You rested your head on your hands, with your elbows on the table innocently looking at Tony, “Well, maybe we’ll just have to show you how loud Piet can be another time then, Tone.”
“Oh, princessa, I think you’re getting the two of us mixed up.” Pietro said, placing your bowl in front of you and sitting next to you.
“We’ll have to test and see, baby.”
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my-beloved-fandoms · 7 months
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Last Line Game
thanks for tagging @star4daisy! love your writing as always
It was unhealthy.
Channeling all the stress and the mental health issues and the ‘daddy issues’ (what Pandora calls them) and just taking it out with sex. Sex isn’t a healthy coping mechanism. He knows that, but he can’t help it. 
He moves slightly, Evan’s arm falling away. Evan slowly wakes, much as Barty had a minute before. He glanced at Barty. “Is your dad going to be here today?” 
That was what their relationship was. There was no pampering, no sweetness. The closest they got to affection was aftercare. Barty knows Evan wants more, craves more than just sexual touches, but he respects Barty’s boundaries enough as to not push for it. Barty honestly wishes he loved Evan back. He’d be in for a smooth ride, his best friend, someone who loved him regardless, someone his father might vaguely approve of if he got past the fact that he was male. “I- no.” Barty says, snapping out of his fantasies. 
“Okay. I should get going.” Evan says, stretching. Barty nods, and he plants a kiss on Evan’s cheek. Evan’s eyes widen, as normally he’s the one to display affection, but the look on Barty’s face shows that he needs it, so he doesn’t comment.
Evan pulls on his clothes as Barty watches from the bed. Evan looks perfect, skin bronze in the light and hair messed up just right. He wishes once again he found him properly attractive. 
snippet of a darksun fanfic! it’s gonna be out soon, so exciteddd
no pressure: @tadaxii-i @lizluvscupcakes @mooniethesimp31
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twopersoncult · 1 year
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Secret Affairs (Dramione)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 1k
Summary: “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library, to be honest.”
Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. ~ Harry and Ron find out about Draco and Hermione.
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley
Date written: July 27, 2022
Hermione was walking on air that morning. A sleepy, satisfied smile on her face as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she put the kettle on her mind was drawn back to the certain wizard who’d she left showering in her – their bedroom, as of last night it he was officially moved in. She still needed to tell her friends that her and Malfoy were in a serious relationship, but alas, she’d never found the right time.
The first time she almost told her friends were a few weeks after their third date but then Harry had announced his engagement to Ginny and Hermione thought it best to wait. Then a month after at a friendly quidditch match for ministry workers she’d intended to tell Harry and Ron about her and Draco, but the boys were bitter about losing to Malfoy and his team, so it definitely wasn’t the right time. Harry and Ron would sometimes get suspicious of her when she would disappear on them for days, but she’d quickly cover it up with her having to work extra hours as a healer in training. Coupled with the fact that Harry was busy with Ms. Weasley and planning his wedding and Ron being occupied with Auror work things worked out.
Even if she hadn’t found time to tell her friends it had nothing to do with her being ashamed of their relationship because she’d met with his friends more than enough times. Hermione wasn’t going to lie to herself and not admit that keeping their relationship to themselves – for the most part made it all the more intense. Fuck, just thinking about the way Draco claimed her after some poor ministry bloke had been flirting with her the other night had her blushing scarlet. Hermione was snapped out of her more than welcomed daydream when the sound of the floo activating had her pulling Draco’s white button up closed. As if now realizing she’d been naked underneath aside from some underwear, she turned away from the floo and hurriedly buttoned it up.
“Hey, Mione!” Harry called out as he and Ron entered the kitchen matching excited grins on their face, “Morning!” She said with a frazzled smile, “Harry, Ron, what are you doing here so early?” They each pulled a face, noting her frenzied state, “Uh…Hermione, it’s three in the afternoon.” Ron said cautiously brows furrowing, “Are you feeling sick?” Harry added, “Yeah Hermione you don’t look so good, your hairs a mess and you look a bit red, are you getting hot flashes?” Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes as they mothered her.
“I’m fine. I just slept in is all. I had a long night.” She bit the inside of her lip as she remembered just why she was up so late when her eyes caught on an Auror badge thrown haphazardly on the counter beside her. Trying to get the attention off her she said, “So, what brings you both here?” She said, slowly creeping her hand closer to the badge trying to keep her bottom half behind the kitchen island that separated her and the boys. Ron perked up saying, “You’re looking at the new Auror of the month, turns out with all the days Malfoy skipped I’ve finally beaten the git and got the position.” He boosted with a proud smile on his face and though Hermione should’ve felt guilty about being responsible for the days Draco missed she couldn’t. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you.” She beamed at him, genuinely happy for her friend. When Harry hadn’t said anything, she turned his way to find his stare trained on the movement of her hand and she froze.
“Did I leave my badge here the other day?” Shaking his head as he tried to remember if he ever misplaced it, he moved forward to grab the golden badge when Hermione quickly snatched it to her, “Sorry, no, Harry this isn’t yours.” She said with a hesitant laugh, Ron added looking at his friend oddly, “Mate you badge is on your belt,” he paused before adding, “wait, Hermione why do you have an Aurors badge here?” Both men's eyes widened comically as Harry said, “Wait, is your mystery guy an Auror? Damn, do we know him?” His hand went to his chin as he pondered who it could be, Ron added bashfully, “I thought your mystery guy worked in a library to be honest.”
Both men looked at her in earnest as they awaited her answer when the sound of a door opening dragged their attention to the hallway. Hermione watched their reactions as she stood frozen behind the kitchen island as Draco Malfoy walked out in nothing but his towel resting lowly on his hips. Hermione licked her lips unconsciously as she watched water droplets trail over his chest, disappearing beneath the towel. Oh, how she wished Harry and Ron wasn’t here, but there were. “Malfoy!” They both shouted comically, and Hermione would’ve laughed if she wasn’t feeling so tense, “Potter, Weasel.” He nodded their way before walking the rest of the way to Hermione, ducking low her wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered lowly in her ear, “I was just about to come get you, but it seems you have your self-occupied at the moment, Granger.” Hermione clenched her eyes shut as she leaned further into him, before opening them and looking up into his grey ones, “I’ll deal with it and make it up to you later?” She bargained with a cheeky grin before pecking him on the mouth, but it seemed that he had other plans when his free hand swiped her thigh making her gasp as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She melted into him forgetting about their audience, but he pulled away all to quickly for her liking and kissed her forehead leaving her panting to catch her breath.
Stealing herself she said, “Just let me grab some pants and I’ll be back.” When she returned she sat with her best friends who still looked to be in shock but she was ready to hear the onslaught of questions they aimed her way.
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Notes: was in the middle of an amazing Dramione fic and felt like doing a short one-shot because why not😂 Enjoy!
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gryphonlover · 6 months
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Whumptober 2023 Day 4
Prompt: shock
Victim: Sky
Words: 1234
Notes: Sky gets some unexpected news...
I made myself cry. Have fun.
Sky loved getting letters from Sun. It made the whole time traveling thing so much easier. He didn't like being separated from her, but it was very reassuring to know that she was safe in their era with Groose while he was out and about fighting evil.
When the mailman found them again he took his letter eagerly, and ducked behind a tree for a little bit of privacy. There was no need to traumatize young eyes with the contents of his wife's letter, after all.
He gently opened the letter, removing the seal with care, only to be met with the sight of Groose's handwriting. That was… odd. He dismissed the piece of fear stabbing his chest. It was likely nothing. Maybe Sun was just busy and didn't have the time to write, or maybe Groose just wanted to write about something inconsequential that he didn't think could wait even though it definitely could.
Yeah, that had to be it.
But after skimming the letter, that piece of fear dropped into his stomach like a shard of ice. Sun was pregnant, the letter said.Sun was <i>pregnant</i>. 
The paper slowly started to slip from his fingers, so he hungrily snatched it back up and reread it, this time more thoroughly. Sun finally had irrefutable evidence that she was pregnant, and had been trying to reach the mailman so that she could send a letter to Sky, so she'd moved down to the surface in the almost-finished house with Groose so that she'd have a better chance of catching him. But before the mailman arrived, she got sick. It took a long time, but by the time the mailman had finally arrived, she told Groose to write to Sky for her because her hands were shaking too badly. They were going to try and convince a doctor to come down to the surface since she was too weak to travel via loftwing, but Groose was afraid to leave Zelda alone for too long.
Sky could feel his hands shaking. This wasn't exactly the news that he'd been expecting.
Sure, he was very happy to know that a child was on the way. They'd both talked about having children before, they both wanted to be parents, and would be happy with all the children that Hylia blessed them with. However, they didn't want to force things, or rush into making a family. They had all the time they could want, and the surface wasn't going to populate itself. 
Now Sun was pregnant and all alone with only Groose to care for her. He should be by her side, he was her husband, it was his duty. His one duty and he couldn't even do it himself, he had to rely on a friend to care for her.
He must have taken a bit too long, because Twilight poked his head around the corner. "Sky? Are you ready to go? Time's itching to head out."
Sky knew that he wouldn't be able to say anything without breaking down, so he just turned his face away and nodded.
Twilight paused. "Are you sure? You don't… you don't look okay. What's up?" 
Sky blinked, the tears that had been budding in his eyes spilling over, and he shoved the letter at Twilight's chest.
Twilight fumbled with it clumsily. "Uh… do you need a handkerchief or something?" 
Sky pulled the edge of his sailcloth around his shoulder and pressed his face into it, guiltily soothing himself with the scent of his wife. 
Twilight awkwardly stood there for a minute and then wrapped an arm around Sky and pulled him close. 
Eventually Sky got a grip on himself and pulled away, giving his face a wipe with the sailcloth. "Sorry about that." Seriously, he was 22, he should have better control of himself. This was ridiculous.
Twilight's face softened. "Don't worry about it. Sometimes a person just needs a good cry. That's what my mama always says and she's never wrong about nothing." 
Sky laughed half-heartedly. "I don't know about that." 
Twilight gave him a look. "Are you saying my mama don't know what she's talking about?" 
Sky's eyes widened. "No, no, I didn't mean–"
Twilight laughed and playfully slugged him in the shoulder. Sky winced. Twilight was just not aware of his strength. At all.
"Look," Twilight nudged him back towards the path where the others were. "Sometimes you just need to let the stress out. We've been traveling through time for, what, a couple of months now? Just running around and hunting down monsters as if we know what we're doing. A bunch of boys and young men, not much more going on than fighting and pranking. It makes sense that you'd need some kind of break." 
Sky's face tinged pink. "I don't need a break, Twilight. I'm fine." 
"Come on," Twilight coaxed. "At least tell me what's got you all worked up." 
Sky fidgeted with the edges of his sailcloth. "It's… it's Sun." 
Twilight slung an arm over his shoulder and steered him in the general direction that the others were heading. "What's wrong with Sun?" 
"She got sick," he mumbled in response. Saying it out loud just made it seem stupid, and drove home just how immature he was. He was going to be such a horrible father if it was this easy to upset him.
Twilight rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "And that's got you so upset because…?" 
Sky's mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to squeak an answer out. "I- she's expecting."
Twilight choked and stopped dead in his tracks. Sky almost tripped over his own feet at the abrupt stop. 
"I beg your pardon?" 
Sky took a deep breath before spitting it out. "Sun is pregnant and she got sick on the surface and it's just her and Groose and I'm such a horrible husband chasing monsters instead of taking care of her and–" 
"Okay, okay, I get it." Twilight interrupted. "But it's not your fault, and you're not a bad husband. That's just ridiculous. You are literally everything a woman looks for in a man. You slayed a <i>god</i> for your wife, Sky. You cannot stand here and tell me that you are a bad husband because of something you can't control." 
"But–" 
"No buts. Listen to me. You and Sun have a really good relationship. Neither of you would ever hurt the other. Intimacy is something that naturally happens when you fall in love and get married. It would be ridiculous to expect the two of you to abstain from it if you both want it. You had a good time, Sun probably had a good time, and now there's a child on the way." 
"That's not what I'm worried about!" 
Twilight cupped Sky's face in his hands. "Sky, you literally cannot control sickness. It just happens." 
He released him. "Besides, sickness is not going to be what kills that woman. She can hold her own." 
Sky nodded slowly. "I hope so…" 
"She's the incarnation of a goddess, she'll be fine." 
Sky sighed. "Yeah." 
He was still worried, but Twilight had a point. Sun had survived a lot without him. She'd get through this sickness and then he would pamper her to pieces when he saw her again. He just had to take things one step at a time and things would work out.
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papayabrain · 3 months
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tonight (when we are together)
an F1 RPF fic by papayabrain
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Summary: Lando had fallen far past platonic love somewhere after their second time together.
It worked for them both and had done for years.
Best friends who fuck.
Carlos had well and truly ruined him for anyone else.
OR: Lando goes from pining for Carlos on the podium from the media pen to pining right beside him at the next race. It’s a shame Carlos isn’t pining right back…
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: Mature (contains mentions of sexual content)
Word count: 5,137
Read on AO3 🧡
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ondrug5 · 7 months
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TW: slight mention of sexual intercourse. (Not graphic)
I think MikaLight is a very good ship and honestly I LOVE IT AKSNNS like I’m a very open minded person, even if I don’t understand the ship, I still try.
But with MikaLight, it’s like Light and L except different. It makes sense, and Mikami is fairly intelligent and shares the exact same beliefs as Light, AND OH MA GOD HE IS VERY HOT. So I think that Light would totally go for him, but there’s an AU I am obsessed with. Although it is sad, i love it. So basically it’s an AU where Light and L had a thing going on, and well Light convinced himself that it was purely fake and he was just pretending so he could get his name and kill him. But when L dies, Light can’t help but feel absolutely devastated. Because deep down he knew he truly loved L. But ofc the Light being the prideful little bitch he is, just thinks its cuz he feels lonely since there’s no competition. And Near didn’t count, cuz Light thinks he’s an useless gremlin (oh how wrong he is) anyway, he remembers Mikami as the guy who was like kinda creepy but smart and very passionate about justice, so he like contacts him, everything goes like it does in canon, except that Light and Mikami meet and well have intercourses, yk what I mean. And the whole REASON Light goes out with Mikami is because HE REMINDS HIM OF L, and not only that, whenever he is having sex with Mikami, he always unconsciously refers to him as L. HE IS THINKING ABOUT L THE WHOLE TIME, He loves L, Mikami is just like a replacement. Which is sad because Mikami genuinely loves him, but Light still mourns L. He can’t get over him even though he denies it, he’s like in DEEP denial.
That AU is just wow, I love it. It’s angst mixed with hurt/comfort but like woah I love it. And I love a sad ending.
Anyways this was me rambling YAYYY
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csashton · 1 year
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Baby Making - SV X Reader
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Summary: the next part in the baby series with SV
Pairing: Sebastian Vettel/Reader
Warnings: fluff / mentions of smut, there's no real smut in this but mentions of it and some adultish language(?)
Word count: 2542
A/N: I did not mean for this to be as long as it was but I got carried away. k love you bye.
my master list 🖤
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Once you had made the decision that it was time to start trying for a baby, it was like Sebastian was glued to you whenever he could be. Any spare moment he could find - he had you either bent over the nearest surface or in his lap in the car. You honestly were enjoying all the extra attention, the only complaint you had was the fact that it was taking so long to get pregnant. 
The sound of his driver room door shutting stirred you from your thoughts, looking up from the book you had been reading while curled up on the couch.  “You’re back early?” You set the book off to the side as you watch him hurriedly pull off his race suit. “Of course baby, extra time with you.” he winked, moving to pull off his fireproofs. You smile as you watch him, admiring the view. “Seb..” you sighed as you put your feet back on the floor, smoothing the bottom of your dress back down. He froze for a moment with his hands on the band of his briefs, “What’s wrong?” he asked, one hand reaching out to cup your face. “We’ve got a little time before I have to be ready for interviews,” he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “and I plan on putting a baby in you.”  You smiled sadly against his lips, hand coming up to gently smack at his arm.  “I’m just worried as to why it’s not working. We’re doing all this,” you gesture around you, “I’m traveling with you just so you can try to get me pregnant. It’s been six months and I’m still not pregnant.” your voice slightly exasperated. 
Sebastian’s face goes through a few emotions before he settles on a soft smile, his hand caressing the side of your face. “Schatz, don’t get discouraged.” he murmured as he kneeled in between your legs so you were at eye level with each other. You bring your arms up to rest on his shoulders as your hands run through the slightly damp hair at the back of his neck. “It just means I need to try harder, yeah?” the tone in his voice joking as he was trying to make you smile, he leaned in for another kiss that you turned your head for so it landed on your cheek. “Seb, I’m being serious. What if something is wrong?” you asked quietly, your glossy eyes finally meeting his. 
“Liebling, there is nothing wrong with either of us. We’ve both been stressed and trying very hard to make this happen.” His voice was gentle but serious as his hands came to rest on your thighs, causing you to look at him again. “How about if we still get negatives after three more months, we will go to a doctor?” His eyebrows furrowed in concern for you. You thought about it for a moment before wiping your tears away with one hand, the other still resting on Sebastian’s neck. “Yeah that sounds good, baby.” you agreed, even though internally you were screaming. He wanted this so bad and was so excited when you finally told him you were ready. But now you couldn’t even fulfill your promise. “I love you, thank you for supporting me.” you murmur, pursing your lips for a kiss. “I’ll always support you, my love.” he promised as he leaned in for a kiss, his hand moving to the side of your neck as he pulled you in. 
“How much time do you have?” you ask against his lips, leaning back into the couch as you pull him with you. The smirk on his face sent shivers down your spine as you settled into the cushions with him crawling over the top of you, a position you found yourself in more often recently. “I think we have plenty of time for me to put a baby in you, if that’s what you’re asking.” His hands were already moving down to bunch your dress up around your waist. “Good, because seeing you sweaty in fireproofs always does something to me.” you admit, running your hands down his back as he leans down to place kisses from your lips down to your neck. You feel his breath puff against your neck when he laughs, his teeth gently nipping at your skin. “So that’s what does it for you, huh?” he asks jokingly, “Just need to get me sweaty in fireproofs?” The rest of his sentence is cut off by a knock at his door, a voice coming through. “Sebastian, we need you in five!” he lets out a groan, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Yeah! Got it!” he shouts back. “We’re not done here, I’ll finish this later.” he promises against your lips as he gives you a swift kiss, pulling your dress back into place before he got dressed and was out the door. 
He did in fact keep his promise. It couldn’t have been more than an hour or two later that he’d had you bent over the arm of the couch, his mouth spewing out all sorts of dirty things. When you finally caught your breath afterward you caught a case of the giggles, cleaning yourself up and straightening your clothes. 
“What’s so funny?” You turn to look at him, his eyes are closed and he’s sitting with his head leaning over the back of the couch. Smirking, you climb into his lap gently, laying yourself onto his chest with your head resting on his shoulder. “Just thinking about how wild this all is. We weren’t even like this when we got married, or even started dating.” His arms come up to wrap around you, “Now look at us, going at it like rabbits whenever we have a spare moment.” you giggled into his neck, closing your eyes. You’re not sure how long you both laid there enjoying the time together before a knock interrupted you again, “Seb, we’ve got our team meeting.” the voice called through the door, a sigh leaving your lips. “On my way.” he called back, one hand rubbing your back. “Why don’t you head back to the hotel and I’ll meet you there? Order some room service or something, I’m not sure how long I’ll be.” You kissed him before climbing off his lap, fixing your clothes and hair before offering a hand to help him up. “I love you.” You smiled, “I love you too baby.” 
After a few hours back at the hotel, you’d already ordered room service and taken a hot bath. You couldn’t stop yourself from scrolling through hundreds of articles on how to increase your chances of getting pregnant. “This is so stupid.” you mutter, tossing your phone onto the nightstand to grab your book. You curled up against the pillows clad in one of Sebastian’s t-shirts, intent on finally getting through the end of the book.  The next thing you knew you were blinking awake to soft kisses on your neck, the lights were off and your book long forgotten.  His warm body tight up against your back as you relaxed back into him, your hand reaching down to lace with his that rested on your stomach.
“When did you get back?” you asked, eyes still closed as you will yourself to go back to sleep. “Not long ago, I was surprised you didn’t wake up when I showered or anything.” he mumbled into your skin, you feel his lips gently brushing against you. He gently pulls you on your back as he moves to hover over you, the light from outside the window gently illuminating one side of his face. “Are you feeling okay?” he questions, one hand coming up to caress the side of your face. You shift underneath him to get comfortable in the new position, “Honestly a little sore.” you say with a laugh, pulling him down for a kiss. “Kinda like after our week-long honeymoon where I couldn’t walk properly for a few days.” He laughs against your lips, his hand moving down to trace the outside of your thigh from where you wrapped your leg around his hip. “I haven’t really given you a break in a while, huh?” You shook your head, closing your eyes again. “If you make it quick and I don’t have to do anything, I think I can manage.” you joke, pulling him down to lay on top of you. “You’re a minx, you know that right?” He was already pulling your t-shirt up and off, “Roll on your side baby, I’ll do the work.” 
The next morning you woke up with him still plastered to your back, arm wrapped tightly around you with his hand resting on your neck. You slipped out of the bed without waking him and you made your way to the shower. Halfway through your shower you feel cold air at your back, and then two arms wrapping around you. “I woke up and you were gone.” His voice muffled into your skin, you turn in his arms letting the water wash over him. “I wanted to let you sleep, you still had some time left.” you say as you cuddle into his arms, enjoying the warmth of the water running over your skin. “You’ve gotta get out of that pretty little head, baby.” He mumbles into the top of your head, pressing a kiss before he speaks again. “Stressing about it isn’t going to help anything, it’ll happen when it happens.” 
As he normally is, he was correct.
After two more months of what Sebastian started calling “putting in the fastest lap” much to your protests, it finally happened. You had been under the weather for a few days so you stayed home from his most recent trip, curled up on the couch. You were avoiding taking a test so you wouldn’t have to see a negative again and you were sure what you had was a cold, but the girls kept blowing up your phone telling you to do it. Your hands were shaking as you paced the bathroom waiting for the timer to go off, you didn’t even bother telling Sebastian that you were taking the test. He was trying to focus on the race happening in a few hours, the last thing you needed was to distract him with another negative test. 
The sound of the timer on your phone made you jump, clutching your hand over your chest as you took in a deep breath. “It’s going to be negative, I don’t know why you’re acting like this.” you mutter to yourself, shaking hands reaching out to uncover the test. When you saw the two pink lines you forgot how to breathe, it was like your whole body shut down.  You slowly picked up the test as you sank down to the bathroom floor while forcing yourself to take some deep breaths in. “Holy shit.” you breathed out as tears welled up in your eyes. You sat in the silence taking in the moment before your brain kicked back in, realizing that you were in fact finally pregnant. After you were sure you weren’t going to pass out you grabbed your phone and the test, bringing it all back out to the couch so you could curl back up to watch the race.
Watching Sebastian on the podium was something you loved to see, his wide smile and happiness radiating from him. It also helped to see him drenched in champagne, but that was something you would keep to yourself - or at least the girls group chat. 
You must’ve fallen asleep during all the post-race interviews because when you opened your eyes it was light outside and your phone was buzzing on the table. Pulling it off the table and to your ear, “Hello?” His signature laugh floats through the phone, “There’s my sleeping beauty, how are you feeling?” he asks softly, you can hear the sound of the highway in the background. “You coming second made me feel so much better.” you smirked, closing your eyes. “But really, I’m okay. Still have a headache and I’m feeling nauseous.” you hum, mentally checking yourself over to see if anything has changed. “I’m sorry to hear that schatz, I’ll be home in about an hour and I’ll make you some soup.” you freeze in your spot, breath catching. “What do you mean you’ll be home in an hour? I thought you weren’t coming home until Tuesday?” you ramble, sitting up on the couch in a panic. You needed to shower, clean, change and get some sort of surprise ready for him. “I thought I’d surprise you, I got a red eye after the race.” you hear him chuckle as you scramble off the couch, rushing to the bathroom. “I mean if you don’t want me there I can find somewhere to go.” he joked as you hurriedly turned the shower and stripped off your clothes. “No, please, I want you here. But I have to go!” you nearly shouted into the phone before hanging up and tossing it onto the counter. 
Exactly fifty-five minutes later you hear the front door open and the sound of him kicking his shoes off, you’re in the middle of grabbing the test off the coffee table causing you to quickly hide it behind your back. His eyes narrow as he stares at you from across the room, “Very suspicious.” You shake your head at his words, a smile on your face. “I don’t know what you mean?” you lie as you step towards him, pursing your lips for a kiss. “Welcome home baby, we’re so proud of you.” You watch his eyes narrow further before his whole face softens into a smile, “We?” he asks, reaching out for you. “What do you mean we, liebling?” he rapid fires at you, hands coming to your face as he searches your eyes for an answer. You pull the test out from behind your back to show to him, “I took it before your race.” you explain as he reaches for it, holding it in his hands with an amazed look before he pulls you into his arms. “Baby you should’ve called me.” he beamed, you were actually worried he might hurt himself with how wide he was smiling. “I didn’t want to distract you from the race. I was honestly sure it was going to be negative.” 
You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood in the hallway wrapped around each other, but after what felt like hours you heard him speak again. “We’re going to be parents. We’re going to have a baby.” You laugh against his neck, pulling back to look at him.  “We’re going to be parents. We’re going to have a baby.” you repeat to him, giving him a soft kiss. 
After he’d settled into being home again, you were in the kitchen making lunch when you heard him call out for you again. “Yeah Seb?” you called back, walking back into the living area with his plate of food. “Does this mean you can start calling me daddy now?” his signature smirk is back on his face as he winks in your direction. 
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jihnari · 11 months
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zhongchi - the ship that’s ruining my life
disclaimers: 
ship what u want. i cannot stop you. i do not care. be free. 
this post is an OPINION and you DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE. if reading about why i dislike zhongchi is going to upset you, maybe give this a pass 
i do not dislike childe OR zhongli. i just think their ship is silly. 
if you are a zhongchi shipper and you choose to read this anyway, this is not written as a personal attack. i said "zhongchi 😒" one too many times and a non-genshin friend said "why do you hate that ship so much" and then i wrote a manifesto 
ive never been involved in real fandom drama and idk how it goes but i would like to remain ignorant and free, pls do not attack me over this i am small and nervous and do not mean any harm 
part 0: the ship 
"who are they and why does this ship exist?" you might ask, if you've never played genshin. on the surface, this is a simple question with a simple answer. the two characters for this ship are in the same place at the same time and their stories overlap heavily. childe is the big bad of zhongli's story arc. (not that zhongli fights him; you, the player character, fights childe.) so they potentially have enemies to lovers, and they are actually friends before some truths come to light and it's revealed they're on "different sides". childe also pays for things for both you (the player character) and zhongli, which people read as caring. [1]
childe/zhongli is the most popular genshin ship on ao3. there are currently 132,000 works on ao3 for genshin impact and 12,735 of those have the ship tag childe/zhongli. that's only 10% of the all existing works, but the second largest ship tag has only 6,600 works, which is half as many. 
relevant as an influencing factor is another popular ship early on in genshin's inception. that other ship was the first two hot male characters to have tension and an overlapping storyline, but they turn out to be "related" and a large part of the fandom collectively dropped them like a hot potato. but these fans were already in the fandom, already playing genshin, and they needed someone to ship. so they collectively jumped over to the SECOND set of two hot male characters with perceived tension and an overlapping storyline, i.e. zhongli and childe. the story containing zhongli and childe is 1) permanent canon content and 2) presented relatively early to the player, so zhongchi as a ship is more accessible than other popular ships that don't show up for 50+ hours [2] of gameplay.
furthermore, neither childe or zhongli have many meaningful interactions with other characters, and both characters were very popular upon launch. their initial popularity caused an epidemic, and a subsequent over-saturation of the ship on ao3. [3]
part 1: the characters
zhongli is a retired ex-god who faked his own death so he could have a break and go play at being human in the most mundane way possible. he's spiritually and emotionally an old man. he watches operas and drinks tea, has very expensive taste but no money, and works the front desk at a funeral parlor. he's thousands of years old and not entirely human (more on that later). [4]
childe is in his 20s and an affable general in the evil army. at 14 childe fell through a hole into genshin hell and lived there for a few months and emerged Changed. he can also turn into a demon now, just as a fun side note. upon getting him back, his parents found him to be a very scary menace and they quickly enrolled him in the military. he is the youngest ever person to be made general in the evil army, but this is less due to him being driven by ambition and more being a violent gremlin who couldn't be controlled and who beat up everyone in his path. 
in his spare time, childe gets into unwinnable fights and pushes himself to the limit just so he can feel something. he's utilitarian, having grown up poor, and when you ask about his least favorite food he tells you that being picky about food is a bad thing and you should cut that out. he "has money" but it's not his money, it's his government's money. the budget for his evil task is very, very high, and he uses it for mission things though he tends to be pretty loose about what that includes. his mission budget shouldn't matter, but will unfortunately come up later. 
childe is diametrically opposed to zhongli and zhongli's city; or he WOULD be but childe is too friendly and zhongli secretly has a deal with childe's boss, paying them to do the evil thing so he can retire in peace. this is a slight betrayal to childe but when it comes to light he isnt upset at zhongli, he's upset at his coworker for being the literal worst. childe is still seen around fantasy china after he tries to destroy it with a meteor[5], and only the townspeople seem to have any hard feelings. zhongli and childe are not canonically depicted as having any hard feelings. 
part 2: "making it work"
past the superficial reasons listed in part 0, zhongchi makes no sense to me as a pairing. zhongli is a boring old man and childe barely seems to consider people anything more than NPCs unless they end up having fighting prowess, in which case he tries to fight them and then (if they don't die) considers them friends. 
childe is dynamic, always striving to be better, stronger, faster[6]; childe is an adrenaline addict. zhongli is static and intends to stay that way. 
the characters have undergone some personality changes to make them fit together better. 
zhongli is part dragon(?) so people give him an obsession for pretty things and a massive possessive streak. since he's "broke", childe becomes a sugar daddy type in many works. zhongli is also almost exclusively on top in sexual situations, because duh, old, powerful dragon. [7]
childe couldn't possibly be in a position of power when he's with a older, more powerful male, so he becomes very submissive and swoon-y and teenage girl. the betrayal hurt him *ever* so deeply and he may never emotionally recover. he canonically has a family whom he loves, so people come down on that hard and say he's a real family man and he wants to have a family of his own and obviously he wants to settle down with zhongli and have zhongli's babies. 
:|
part 3: losing sight of canon
the further this ship goes, the further we stray from god. [8] 
childe is now super rich and loves paying for other people's things, especially zhongli's (forgetting that the money he has was in fact part of his mission budget). the tag "battlesexual childe" is a sortable tag on ao3, but the zhongchi part of genshin has all but forgotten childe likes to fight. zhongli is now possessive to a borderline abusive degree, and childe likes being tied down (metaphorically) to his dragon husband (did i mention they're frequently and casually married? this is the erasermic[9] of genshin). 
another side effect of being auto-married by the fandom is that it pushes the domesticity angle of zhongchi. you know, zhongli, an ex GOD OF WAR who COMMITTED GENOCIDE and a childe, a dude so obsessed with fighting that his own family couldnt handle him and shipped him off to the military at 14. them. domestic. what drugs are you on [10]
part 4: dragons 
hey. why did so many people have to latch onto the dragon thing? on a personal note, i do not understand the appeal but have no room to judge. on a cultural note, zhongchi is DOING IT WRONG. 
in canon, zhongli's "dragon form" is based off of chinese dragons[11]. which makes sense, since the place he's from, liyue, is modeled after china. genshin impact is created by mihoyo, a chinese company. 
what im saying is a chinese company writing a chinese game with a character from fantasy china would NOT make this character a western dragon. 
western dragons breathe fire, are very aggressive, collect hoards of gold, and are often depicted as greedy and possessive. eastern dragons not only look different, they're associated with water (rain) rather than fire, they're cultural symbols of prosperity and good luck, and they FOSTER HARMONY. i have exclusively seen zhongli's "dragon personality traits" modeled after western dragons, not eastern ones. like. yeah. i get it. the dragons the english half of the fandom is familiar with are western dragons. maybe they don't even know how eastern, and specifically chinese dragons, are different. but that doesnt make them any less INCORRECT. 
and hey! seeing dragon eggpreg content makes me want to die[12]. there’s so much. i wish there was less much. this also further encourages the feminization of childe which is :\ must we keep returning the gender norms to fictional romantic relationships
part 5: the ripple effect
the zhongchi version of childe has escaped containment[13]. im unhappy about it. i always know it when i see it because childe is an insatiable uwu bottom who would rather have sex than have a street fight. 
because this ship is so hellaciously popular, other childe ships are relatively rare[14]. anywhere you go, if someone is a fan of zhongli or childe, they probably also ship it. i never want to see another piece of zhongchi fanart again and yet, i soldier on. this is my curse. this is my burden. for childe, i must persevere. 
in conclusion,
i dont have a conclusion actually i just hate zhongchi, thanks for coming to my ted talk 
[1] those people are incorrect. 
[2] i didnt look up this number even a little bit, but i feel in my heart that it is accurate. 
[3] "only 10%? and you're calling it an epidemic?" yes. yes i am. "don't you think thats a little harsh?" you haven't seen what ive seen. you haven't suffered what ive suffered. 
[4] sorry i know the childe section is like four times as long but i just don’t about zhongli like i do childe. 
[5] yes i know it wasnt a meteor but this was written to be read fandom blind and ff7 altered my brain chemistry. 
[6] Daft Punk, "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger", 2001
[7] there are, of course, bottom!zhongli works. the name for this ship is "chili" (dont get me started on the top/bottom dynamic wars within the same pairing, we'll be here all day and i will scream until i pass out). it's more difficult to use ao3 numbers to prove my point here, as i find the tagging of top/bottom dynamics on ao3 to be inconsistent. instead, i will use statistics on zerochan.net. at the time of writing, zerochan has 1,765 images tagged with "zhongchi" and 228 images tagged with "chili". (so, ~90% of the childe/zhongli ship on zerochan is marked as zhongchi, i.e. top!zhongli and bottom!childe.) should i be using only a single data point to definitively say that zhongchi is exponentially more popular than chili? no, i should not; that's what we call bad science. but it illustrates the skew in the dynamics and the clear fandom preference, and this is a rant post not a scientific study. 
[8] to some degree, inaccurate fanonizations involving popular characters in a large fandom is inevitable. i understand this. i do not accept this. 
[9] erasermic (aizawa shouta/yamada hizashi) is a popular fandom auto-married ship from boku no hero academia. im not a fan of erasermic either but at least it's existence hasn't left a permanent stain on the characterizations of either character. 
[10] ok so maybe zhongli could do the domesticity thing given that he's working that mundane human angle, though it would take some effort and learning and guidance. but childe? a house husband? lol. lmao. 
[11] to be specific, he's half-dragon half-qilin but everyone seems to forget the qilin part. this isn't unreasonable, given that my experience is with the english speaking part of the genshin fandom, and qilin isnt really a thing that shows up in english media. one time i was watching a cdrama with a friend and the subtitles said "he has a dragon tattoo!" and she started YELLING and we had to pause the show because it wasnt a gd dragon it was a QILIN and they are VERY DIFFERENT THINGs, and then i got a whole rant about how even a unicorn would be a closer translation than dragon and i had to look up qilin's on wiki to follow along with the rant. and thats how i know what a qilin is. 
[12] i have a visceral cringe reaction to dragons now, thanks zhongchi. from my favorite beanie baby being scorch to this, how far i have fallen 
[13] im sure the same is true for this fanon version of zhongli but i havent bothered to verify.
[14] @ chilumi shippers: ur cool, i like u, i also like ur art it's cute <3 but your fanfiction is not for me u_u 
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Midnight meeting pt.6
Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.
Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence.
More warning will be added as the story progess.
Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.
You guys are amazing!!
I have to say this has been fun so far, and playing around with everyone has been quite amazing. This chapter is a little intense, and Reader and Wanda are just getting closer and closer. Once again I hope you guys like this chapter, and my ask is open for whatever comments!
Words: 6,860
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue
Part 6 - The conflict, the jealousy
The morning caught you and Wanda with a drizzle and cold wind.
This time around you had offered the young woman your favourite hoodie before taking her down to the lake. The warmth gust of air you could create was enough to keep the temperature just right to focus on your training. Wanda didn’t get a chance to see you the night before, but the young woman had melted when morning came and she discovered herself lying comfortably on the sofa in the common room with a warm blanket on top of her. 
Without needing to ask, or confessing, Wanda knew you had been there the night before. Wanda had tried to wait for you, perhaps going back to watch her sitcoms in your company, but she had been tired and didn’t even notice when sleep claimed her. The blanket still smelled like you, and Wanda had come to her training with a smile on her face, eager to discover what the afternoon would bring.
“Perfect.” You mumbled nodding as Wanda slid her feet forward alongside her arm and hand. “Now learning this is all good and well, but I want you to start thinking about your breathing, about your power. At another moment you call upon it with just strong emotions, now you should be able to poke at it slowly.”
“”It’s difficult.” Wanda replied frowning, “do I breathe in a special way? How can you be sure of the amount of energy you need?”
You chuckled, cocking your head to the side, thinking over your questions. You came closer to the other woman standing right behind her while moulding your body to hers; in your mind there is only the training and the teaching part you were doing, nothing else crossed your thoughts. For Wanda however, the closeness was driving her mad. Her sore body tensed completely making her winced, though she almost faltered when your hands found hers, the warmth of your breath caressing her ear.
“Don’t think. That’s the first rule.” With only a tender probing you started moving alongside Wanda, directing her movements slowly, “take a deep breath and let it go slowly, there is no rush.”
Wanda was not completely sure she could breathe slowly, her heart was hammering against her chest and she was about to faint as you manipulated her movements with ease. 
“Now close your eyes and think about your power.” you continued letting go of the contact but without moving from the spot you were in.
The position allowed for you to keep guiding Wanda’s hands, slowly and surely until the air around the both of you charged unhurriedly with electricity and sparks of red. You smiled in triumph knowing Wanda had finally understood the exercise, without thinking about it your hands placed themselves on her waist which made Wanda jerked around and tripped over you losing her balance almost hitting her head on your nose.
In that instant, a lot of things happened.
You opened your eyes watching as Wanda staggered towards you, in your eagerness to help you lost your footing on the muddy terrain and the both of you fell to the ground. You heard the grunt of pain from Wanda and you winced at the sharp discomfort on your left wrist as you tried to hold yourself up.
Wanda’s throat went completely dry as you straddle her making a face at the mess the both of you were in. 
“Sorry, I didn’t notice my foot was so deep in the puddle.” You eyed the woman under you with concern, “did you hit your head?”
“Is this a new form of training you’re trying out, Y/N?” 
Your eyes opened wide as you realised the position the both of you were in, Natasha tinged her tone with some light amusement however as soon as you locked eyes with the other woman you knew she was anything but amused.
“I fell down.” you tried to explain lameley while standing up missing the disappointed look from Wanda, “and we fell.”
“Obviously.” Natasha rolled her eyes making her way towards you, her hand was warm against your left wrist while her brows knitted in concern. “You hurt your wrist, better tend to it before starting your training with Sam.”
“Aw, don’t worry, Nat.” You offered a half grin at the woman who can help but smile back. “I won’t do anything stupid like that.”
Natasha hummed, shaking her head, you turned around offering your right hand to Wanda to help her up. The brunette took it biting her lower lip, much like the day before when you helped her out Wanda ended up a breath away from you. Her cheeks burned lightly as her eyes met yours, the concern was still present in your eyes just as her left hand lifted to move away a strand of hair.
“You okay, Little Witch?” You took a step back, tilting your head and glancing over at the young woman.
“Yeah, just sore.” She replied, lifting her green eyes to meet the burning glare coming from Natasha.
“Then I guess, our training time is over.” You stepped aside glancing at Natasha then at Wanda, “You can go ahead and clean up a little. We will follow.”
Wanda hesitated but nodded, turning around and leaving you and Natasha behind, the spy shot you a curious stare that you didn’t return until you made sure Wanda was out of earshot.
“How are you?” You approached Natasha placing a hand on her arm, the woman lowered her gaze trying to conceal her emotions behind a hardened facade.
“I’m good, why?” She asked in turn, you just shrugged looking away.
“This last week has been erratic.” You shrugged, bumping against her with a teasing smile, “I miss my training partner, and our late conversations.”
“That’s all that you missed?” Natasha couldn’t help but ask, you opened your eyes in surprise before your lips broke into a smile.
“I miss my friend, Tasha.” You replied choosing your words carefully, Natasha had her eyes on you and the intensity of her stare made you think there was something else to these conversations. 
“And I missed being with you, but the other day you left it clear that this conversation was something you didn’t want.” Natasha leaned in until her lips were on yours, you frowned and after a while you answered kissing the woman back holding back until you stopped the rush behind Natasha’s actions.
As soon as your hand placed itself in her waist, and your kiss turned tender she broke the contact stepping back.
“And you still are not ready for that conversation.” You let out a heavy sighed wincing as your left wrist started hurting.
“We better go, Wanda is waiting.” Natasha all but spat out turning around without looking back at you.
For a brief moment you rolled your eyes glancing at the sky, a single thought dancing in your head.
Why did it have to be su fucking complicated?
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The second day of training with Natasha ended up being worse than the first. 
Wanda was already sore from the day before, but the older woman was not about to get soft with Wanda. What had started like a good morning was soon turning out to be a rough one, and Wanda couldn’t help but think this was the result of Natasha finding her and Y/N in a compromising position.
It hadn't been anyone's fault, and Wanda didn't even plan it. If she was going to be honest, she was still shaking at the memory of  Y/N’s body right above hers after the both of you fell down; Y/N it had been comforting in a way, even after Wanda hit her head and was sore all over. The young woman couldn’t help but smile at the memory, and that moment of distraction cost her dearly.
"You're distracted again, Maximoff." The coldness in Natasha's voice was unmistakable, the older woman approached Wanda scolding the witch. “Again, from the beginning and this time around try to not distract yourself.”
Wanda sat down, she was seething clenching her fists while taking deep breaths. It was humiliating for her not being able to best Natasha in a fight. The young woman knew if she were to use her powers this wouldn't even be a contest, Wanda had demonstrated this back in the shipyard where she got access to the deepest pain and secrets behind Black Widow's mind. If she could use them, this fight would have been over a long time ago.
An unpleasant twist settled in Wanda’s heart. Guilt. She stood up looking away from Natasha. Wanda knew, even in the deepest part of her anger and annoyance towards Natasha, she couldn’t do it. She was not a monster. She wasn’t evil. 
"Anger won't help you win, Wanda." Natasha stepped aside glaring at the woman that was now glaring openly at her, "stop being childish and come at me like Steve taught you."
"I'm not being childish." Wanda replied standing up, "but you, Agent Romanoff, seemed to hold a grudge against me. And I have to wonder why." 
Both women stood face to face in the middle of the room, the music filling up the silence and drowning the sounds of another training session happening close by. Natasha didn’t break eye contact as she made her way towards Wanda, the brunette stiffened getting ready for whatever might happen. 
"I don't like people snooping around memories that should be private," Natasha finally said, letting out the reproach she had been holding ever since the both of them crossed paths. "Your powers can be dangerous, but for someone like me, they could be deathly."
Wanda shifted uncomfortably, she broke the stare with the other woman knowing full well which memories she was referring to. Whatever Wanda had seen, she couldn't help but feel sorry for what Natasha had lived. It didn't justify her current behaviour, but Wanda could understand the initial animosity. 
"Your anger, however, must be for a different reason, am I right?" Natasha said all of a sudden, her lips curling in a knowing smirk giving Wanda  a quick glance before her eyes drifted the improvised ring at the other end of the room. 
Y/N was breathing hard, nose crunched up fighting Sam with a set of punches and kicks. Y/N was favouring her right hand, and while the fighting looked intense it was quite obvious that Y/N and Sam were enjoying their easy banter in the midst of the fight.
Wanda gasped, her eyes darkening slightly, Natasha closed to her. 
"Are you jealous, Little Witch? Knowing I have seen her sweaty, and undone under different circumstances?" 
Wanda clenched her jaw pushing Natasha away from her, her fighting stance changing just as Natasha’s smirk grew. This ought to be fun.
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Sam punched you straight on your jaw making you staggered backwards until you fell on your ass. 
"Shit! Y/N, are you okay? The hell happened to you?" Sam knelt down, giving you a critical stare. "I hope that doesn't leave a bruise or Romanoff is going to eat me alive."
You swapt the man's hand rolling your eyes, Sam offered a half smirk when he was satisfied with the lack of bruises on your face. The both of you stood up to see the women at the other side of the training room going at it with an intensity you had never seen before. 
"What the hell is this?" Sam exclaimed, turning to you who merely shrugged frowning. 
"Shall we…" You started but Sam opened his eyes wide, lifting his arms while shaking his head. 
"Hell no! You never get in the way of a Black Widow, and certainly not in this kind of fight." 
Sam noticed your reaction, he narrowed his eyes slightly before turning his attention back to the fight going on at the other end of the room. The Falcon had heard of the relationship between Y/N and Natasha, everyone knew they were going at it in private. And that was alright, everyone deserves someone to have fun once in a while; but Romanoff had been quite protective of Y/N whenever conversations turned to Y/N and her future inside the Avengers and SHIELD. 
It had been strange, but little by little the team had come to the same conclusion. 
Now, Sam was not that knowledgeable in relationships, and certanly not in how Romanoff worked or what the hell was the deal with you, but he suspected Romanoff thought of you more than a simple fuck buddy. 
Which would be all nice and hot, if it wasn't for the newest addition to the team. 
The rumour was Wanda Maximoff had taken a liking at you. And according to Stark and Pepper, it seemed as if it was more than a friendly interested. 
"Fuck!" Before Sam could do or say anything you went right ahead to intervene. 
The man watched everything in slow motion hoping Friday was recording everything, Steve would never believe what was happening at the moment. 
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“It looks to me, Agent Romanoff, that you are jealous.” Wanda finally spat out after having received a hit on her temple.
Natasha wore a split lip, her eyes burning with raw emotions she was not used to experiencing. Both women were breathing hard, sweat rolling down their faces while glaring at one another; before either of them could continue with the fight you got there separating them with a gush of wind coming from your hands.
You stood right in the middle glaring at the both of them, your eyes went from the split lip Natasha wore to the cut on Wanda's eyebrow. 
"What the hell is going on in here?" You turned enraged eyes to Natasha who held your stare in defiance, then you glared at Wanda who decided to look away. 
"We were training." Natasha replied while straightening herself up. "Nothing that you haven't done with me before."
You scowled at the spy shaking your head "I think that's enough for today, then."
Natasha clenched her jaw, her lips curling in a tersed smile. 
"As you wish, dear."  
The Black Widow turned around storming out of the training room. You hesitated for a moment, facing Wanda you placed your hands on her shoulders, your eyes softening slightly. 
"Are you okay?" The question was soft, and Wanda swallowed down her emotions and her words as she nodded. 
"Good. I… I'll be right back." 
You left to follow Natasha ignoring the broken state of the young witch that followed you until you disappeared behind the door of the training room. 
Sam whistled shaking his head, now this was better than any soup opera or teen drama he had seen so far on TV.
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"Hey! Nat!" You caught up to the other woman grabbing her by her wrist, Natasha stopped abruptly jerking her hand away while turning to face you with a deathly glare. 
"What?" 
You took a step back frowning at her reaction, for a brief moment the both of you breathed hard in the empty hall. Her eyes were burning with anger and something else, something you couldn't recognize. 
"What happened back there?" You finally asked tilting your head, you hesitated before lifting your hand to her lip. 
Natasha closed her eyes trembling under the tenderness of your touch, when she opened them your eyes were on her waiting for an answer. 
"We were training."
"You were kicking each other's ass." You corrected your lips. 
"She was trying." Natasha retorted through her teeth, you pressed your lips before you could say something. 
"Right, that didn't look very friendly." You continued your fingertips wiping away some blood cupping her cheek tenderly, concern evident in your eyes. 
"It was nothing. I need to take a bath, and I need to be alone." Natasha finally confessed stepping away from your touch. 
You nodded in understanding, you locked your eyes to hers your hand twitching at your side.
“Nat, I…I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk.” It was obvious you were not about to let go of this conversation, and Natasha knew she couldn’t keep pretending this was getting out of control.
“I know.” Natasha stepped back then, as an afterthought, she came forth leaning in brushing her lips against yours in a tender gesture she had never shown you before. 
At least not when this weird relationship between you two was concerned.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Natasha whispered, turning around and disappearing behind the door of her room. 
You were making your way back to the training room but as soon as you took a few steps you came face to face with Wanda. The young woman was not better than Natasha, she looked tired and heavily beaten with a single line of blood coming from her eyebrow. 
Wanda tensed when her eyes found yours, and you softened slightly approaching her slowly. 
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You asked knowing you wouldn't get lucky with Wanda either. 
She stood with tension evident in her posture. Her arms crossed glaring at a spot behind you. 
"Nothing, we were training." 
"So you're not going to talk either?" You couldn’t help the annoyance in your tone, you stepped closer to the young woman who stepped back looking away.
You paused considering your options, then as an afterthought you stepped closer until you had the young woman against the wall. Wanda closed her eyes when your fingertips touched the wound on her eyebrow softly. You purse your lips observing the cut there, the tension evident on Wanda’s face as if she was waiting for something. 
“You two have some serious issues I would love to know about.” You finally spoke, letting out a sigh. “Do you need something?”
Wanda gulped, shaking her head while moving away from your reach, “no, I think I’ll have a bath and then…”
“Are we going out later on?” You blurted out expectantly.
Wanda shrugged making her way to her room, “I’m not sure…I’m not…in the mood to go out today.”
“Okay.” Stepping back, you tried to hide your disappointment, Wanda opened her mouth to say something but then turned around and went into her room.
You were left alone in the middle of the hall, a pulsating pain going from your temple down your neck. These two women were driving you crazy, and you really need a nice cold beer. And afterwards, you needed to make some hard decisions.
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You were waiting with your back resting against the wall.
The midday sun was replaced by a group of heavy clouds gliding right above your head, you didn’t want to look at your clock but you were pretty sure in a couple of minutes you would know if Wanda read your note and accepted the invitation. The fluttering of your heart intensified, and all of a sudden there was a heavy weight settling on your abdomen. You really hated waiting when all you had before you was uncertainty.
You knew she told you she didn’t want to come, and while it would hurt if she didn’t come you were also hoping whatever the hell happened during the training session wasn’t about to tamper on your time with her.
By the gods, you hoped everything was easier. That you had a set of instructions that told you what you should do and what was happening around you.
You let out a sigh, fixing your shirt and jacket while waiting for the young witch. Today was supposed to be a day off for the both of you, the first time you would be on your own without any of the Avengers or any agent of SHIELD following your every step. And you just wanted you and her to enjoy that, you knew she hadn’t left the compound since she got there and while she might not look like it Wanda, just like you, needed to get away for a little while.
The alarm from your watch broke into your thoughts, your heart dropped when you realised you were still alone. You were about to leave when the sound of footsteps stopped you dead on your tracks.
The world slowed down the moment you saw Wanda coming towards you. She had let her hair down, waves of dark hair falling down her back contrasting with the red leather jacket and the dark make-up on her face and a bright red on her lips contrasting beautifully with her shade of skin. She came in wearing a black dress with knee-high socks and black chunky boots, it was as if she had chosen her wardrobe with utter care to look beautiful but also daring. 
She approached you with a shy smile, her hands wriggling around playing with the rings she usually wore. You pushed from the wall walking towards her with your eyes unable to stay still, you checked her up locking your eyes with hers noticing the soft blush on her cheeks.
“Wow, you look nice.” You finally found your voice tilting your head, “now I’m jealous, Maximoff, did you accept because you were betting on getting lucky today?”
Your comment was supposed to be a joke, it wasn’t meant to flirt but the innuendo in your voice was hardly missed by the other woman who turned her head to the side hiding away. 
“I thought you said this was a friendly date.” Wanda finally said facing you with more bravery than she actually felt. 
“I won’t leave you to go after anyone else, that wouldn’t be too friendly on my part, would it be?” You replied, enjoying the coy smile on the other woman’s face.
“I was counting on you being by my side all afternoon, actually.” Then as an afterthought, “perhaps getting lucky and coming home with you.”
Wanda smiled satisfied watching the blush adorning your cheeks, after a moment of silence you chuckled in disbelief.
“I walk into that one.” You fixed your jacket, your lips curled in a mischievous smirk catching Wanda checking you out.
Wanda narrowed her eyes at you as you put your hand on your pocket, slowly you pulled out a set of black keys the other woman was eyeing warily.
“So, since we’re going to the city, I thought we could go in style.”
“What did you do?” Wanda asked.
You started walking backwards with a teasing smile on your lips, Wanda couldn’t help but follow you until you stopped right beside the black Audi Stark had left early in the parking lot.
“I just borrowed these keys, nothing bad.”
“You stole them.” Wanda replied, crossing her arms. “From Tony.”
“Stole, borrow…semantics.” You shrugged, winking at the witch who was trying to hold back her smile. “Come on, Little Witch, we deserve this.”
Wanda hesitated for a second, but whatever resolution she had soon went flying out of the window the moment you grabbed her hand and opened the passenger door for her. Your hand was warm under hers, your eyes gleaming with a strange light that cut her breath away and without any more words she went into the car with you going in right after her.
“Where are we going?” She finally asked, turning her head towards you.
“You’ll see.” You started the car shooting Wanda a quick glance, “as I told you, we deserve this day so we’re going to enjoy it to the max.”
Wanda leaned against the window, her lips curling slightly as you started the radio and took down the road leading to the city.
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Wanda put a hand on her mouth, it was quite evident she was hiding her laughter though her shoulders were shaking and her eyes gleaming with amusement. You rolled your eyes though you could hardly hide your smile either. 
The day had been quite a success so far and you two had enjoyed greatly what the city had to offer in food and entertainment. Wanda had been just as excited as you were when you saw the fair going on in one of the parks around midtown, the games and the different attractions were out of every movie you and her had enjoyed at some point. 
Everything was just perfect until two men decided you two needed their company.  The situation would have gone smoothly with you two merely stepping away, but Wanda noticed your reaction. The subtle changes in your posture, how close you were to her, the flash of annoyance in your eyes when one of the guys decided to put his hand on Wanda’s shoulder trying to get closer than was probably necessary.  
The witch didn't want to get her hopes up, but perhaps you were really jealous or at least annoyed at getting your time together interrupted. Wanda had struggled to not get inside your head just to satiate her curiosity, but it wasn't as if she needed it. As soon as Wanda allowed the flirting from the guys and invited them over to play a few games with them Wanda was quite sure you were seeing red. 
Hence the situation you two found yourselves in at the moment, the shooting game was full of moving targets and the prices were quite simple though fun. The guy that had been trying to impress Wanda decided he would get her the black ring with silver by shooting the most difficult targets. The game operator had laughed, warning him that it was almost impossible to win.
“Oh, but I really like the ring.” Wanda all but pouted, placing a hand on the guy.
You wished the burning in your mind would stop, and that you could control the boiling anger growing inside you. Your eyes crossed with those of Wanda, while the man puffed out his chest paying up; with a snort you put a ten dollar bill and placed it in the game operator’s hand.
The guy flirting with Wanda scoffed, “are you sure you even know how to shoot?”
“No, I don’t, but you never know, today may be my lucky day.” You answer giving a dumb smile to the man. 
Ten minutes later and the two college guys and the game operator were glancing at you dumbfounded, you smiled innocently at them grabbing the rifle by the cannon as if you really didn’t have any idea of how all the targets were hit without too much of an effort.
“How…How did you do that?” One of them asked frowning at you, you blinked away innocently.
“I’m not sure.” You replied, shaking your head, “are you sure this game isn’t rigged?”
“No! You can’t cheat on something like this!” The other guy exclaimed, still glancing at the rifle and you.
The game operator gave you the prize before taking the weapon from you and indicating other games. You grabbed Wanda by her hand shooting a cute smile to the two guys waving slowly.
“Wow, this was fun but we gotta go…” before either of them could do or say something you dragged a laughing Wanda down one alley then towards the parking lot.
You seemed quite enchanted by the laughter coming from the young woman, it was the very first time you saw her so carefree. There was no tension around her eyes, or the dim light in her stare, if anything she seemed content. 
“What is it?” Wanda took a breath, the smile still present on her lips.
“Nothing just…” You swallowed down the words that wanted to leave your mouth. “I think it’s time to actually go to the tea house.”
“That sounds perfect, I think I need something warm.” Wanda replied, rubbing her hands. “You really left those guys confused and the old man angry after winning all those toys.”
“Oh come on! They are lucky I didn’t break their noses.” You started the car again.
Wanda leaned to her left, getting closer to you, “and why would you do that?”
You let the music washed over the silence in the car, you could feel Wanda’s stare on you waiting for you to confesse the reason why you tortured and teased those guys until you left them there to pay for the ten extra targets you hit while you ran away with the girl and the winnings. Wanda shifted on the chair waiting for you to say something, to pull her out of her misery. 
“He wasn’t really interested in your personality, and certainly was giving you a look that set the alarms in my head on overdrive.” You finally said trying to sound nonchalant and quite interested in Wanda’s well-being.
The young witch said nothing, though the smile she wore the whole ride was enough for you to know she knew the real reason behind your actions.
By the time you made your way to the tea house the place was packed and it was impossible to move past the entrance. You could see Wanda was disappointed, the day was getting to an end and the fact you wouldn’t be drinking tea until night arrived meant you would be back at the compound earlier than expected. 
“Stay here.” 
You left the car before Wanda could react or say something, the young woman waited for more than ten minutes. She was getting restless ready to leave the car and go looking for you until she saw you balancing a tray with two big cups and a single paper bag.
“Y/N, what is that?” Wanda helped you out by receiving the paper bag and tray, the smell of warm jasmine tea reaching her nostrils. 
“Tea, of course.” You replied sitting down on the chair, “but don’t drink it yet, we’re going to enjoy this delicacy at the best spot of the whole city.”
Wanda raised an eyebrow at you, but she followed your orders and placed the tray on her legs watching as you started the car again and took it down the road leading to the exit of the city. In less than twenty minutes you had reached the limit of the city, turning to the left driving down a wooded road. Wanda entertained herself with the sight, her heart was beating so hard against her chest she was afraid you would hear it at any moment, her mind going over and over to all the things the both of you had enjoyed while together.
The lunch and the walk down the streets of the city, the conversation about small things, her memories of her own life back in Sokovia or your life back in your world. The shopping you did in the stores, all the things they had done had led to this last moment in between the end of the day and the beginning of the night, you had parked the car right at the side of the road leading to a hill where the city was visible in its full splendour. 
“You know the tea is cold, right?” Wanda couldn’t help the amusement in her tone when you were to grab your cup. 
You made a face grabbing yours and her drink in your hands, “that’s not right, tea must be drunk warm.”
Wanda observed as you grabbed the cups and with a flash of white you handed the cup back to Wanda, the young woman gasped in surprise shooting you a quick glance before trying to take a sip from her beverage.
“How did you do it?” 
You shrugged, winking at her before sitting down at the edge of the hill, “magic, Ms. Maximoff, comes in all forms.”
“You know at some point you will need to tell me how you do it, right?”
“Ah, but until then I will have fun driving you crazy.” You replied, bumping lightly against her. 
Wanda rolled her eyes, focusing her attention to the city before her, it was the first time she allowed herself to forget or at least to not drown in the memories of Pietro, her parents, Sokovia. The wounds were still there, but she was giving into the healing process or at least that was what she liked to think was happening. 
Your eyes wandered around the lights and forms of the city, you took a deep breath lifting your eyes to the sky.
“Thank you, Y/N.” Wanda spoke softly, following your eyes to the sky. “This is one of the best days of my life.”
You turned to Wanda but her eyes were glued to the sky.
“I’m glad you enjoy it, Wanda.” You took a long sip from your tea before speaking again, “I think you deserve to heal, you know? And to move on, without having the weight of the world on your shoulders.”
“Like you?” Wanda inquired tilting her head to glance at you, you smiled nodding.
“Like me.”
Silence fell between the both of you, you finished your drink putting the paper bag and offering its contents to Wanda first. The young woman grabbed the muffin there, softening at the gesture.
“I don’t know how it happened, you know?” You started speaking all of a sudden, your voice filled with memory. “I just woke up here one day and…I couldn’t leave. And I tried to go back, over and over but…”
Wanda felt a twisting knife in her heart hearing you speak, the thought of you leaving forever to go back to your world made her miserable. Not only because she didn’t want you gone, but because she was being selfish wishing you could stay. 
“Now I’m not so sure I want to go back.” The confession left your mouth surprising you as much as it surprised Wanda. 
“Perhaps, you were meant to come here.” Wanda offered tentatively, “I’m sorry, I know you must miss your family and…”
“My girlfriend?” You cocked your head chuckling, Wanda’s face fell nodding.
You let out a heavy sigh, “I did at the beginning, but now…I mean, we never formalised what we had. We thought we had time. We obviously didn’t, and I couldn’t ask her to wait for me, just as I couldn’t wait for her. I’ve been here for more than a year, Wanda, I don’t think I will go back to my world anytime soon.”
“But if you were to go back…or meet her here…” Wanda let the question in the air, then she shook her head offering an apologetic stare at you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask this.”
You purse your lips shrugging, “nothing is the same, I wouldn’t search for her in here and even if I go back, it’s been too long, Wanda. Whatever I felt for her is different now.”
Wanda lowered her gaze furrowing her brows, her legs swinging slowly as she pondered your words. She almost jumped out of her skin when your hand grabbed hers, you offered a strange stare smiling at her.
“I made peace with this a long time ago, Wanda. But from time to time, I do think about it.” You didn’t let go of her hand, though you returned your attention back to the sky. “And I wouldn’t change anything in my life now that I got to be here and…get to meet so many people. People that are pretty important to me right now.”
You confused without saying anything further, Wanda bit her lower lip with fluttering butterflies in her chest and stomach. The moment extended far too long, and tension was quite palpable around them, a tension Wanda was afraid to break the way she wanted.
“What’s your most embarrassing memory?” Wanda blurted out all of a sudden, your eyes went wide at the question and the young woman smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.
“What?!”
“Yes! Tell me, what’s your most embarrassing memory?” She repeated the question, her heart almost leaving her chest, her hand trembling under yours.
“I’m not going to tell you.” You replied, chuckling while shaking your head. “You’re mad if you think I’m going to give you any kind of arsenal against me.”
“Oh, come on!” Wanda offered a bashful smile, “I can tell you mine”
You weighed your options for a long time before jerking your head in agreement, “very well, Maximoff, you’re on.”
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Night had already fallen by the time you two got to the Avenger’s compound. 
Your laughter filled the empty halls, trying to hold back your amusement until a spark of red hit you in the face.
“Hey!”
“I told you to stop laughing.” Wanda tried to sound stern but the grin on her face was not so convincing, you chuckled shrugging.
“It was funny. I really think you have a future as a make-up artist.” You replied following Wanda until the both of you reached the door of her room, Friday had lowered the intensity of the lights in the hall and you realised Wanda was looking stunning with her grin fixed on her face.
“Of course you think it’s funny, I'm starting to think you like the stories in which I am making a fool of myself.” Wanda rolled her eyes pressing her back against the door of her room, swallowing down when she noticed your closeness. If she were to lean in, to put her hands on your waist…
“I love them, yes.” You admitted shrugging, you stepped back a little, missing the flash of disappointment in the witch’s face. Your hand goes inside your pocket, eyes opening wide as you put the ring you had won for Wanda. “Look what I have in here.”
Wanda opened her eyes pleasantly surprised, you put your hand away, your eyes gleaming mischievously when Wanda pouted at you.
“You said you won it for me.” She tried to convince you, but you just shook your head.
“Nu-uh, I said I will win it, never said I will give it to you.” You laughed cocking your head. “Tell you what, what can you give me in exchange for such an exquisite prize?”
The world froze around you, Wanda was not even thinking when her hands placed themselves around your waist and she leaned in. Her lips warm and soft, brushing the corner of your mouth, a featherlike kiss that lasted more than was probably necessary. You could not move or even react, but you could hear the beating of your heart just as you heard the gasp from Wanda.
“So, do I get the ring?” Wanda all but whispered, locking her eyes with yours.
You swallowed down blinking a couple of times, then trying to shake away your dizziness you grabbed Wanda’s hand putting the ring on her forefinger.
“You can have it, Wanda.” You smiled at her, placing a kiss on her hand. “Good night.”
Wanda watched the ring for a long time, her grin covering her face as she entered her room, her heart still beating fast after the kiss.
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“Jesus!” You jumped startled at the sight of Natasha resting on your bed in the middle of the darkened room, the woman sat down raising a single eyebrow at you. “Natasha, you scare me! What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.” She said softly. “How did it go with Wanda? Did you have fun?”
You frowned at the questions, you stepped inside your room taking off your jacket tossing it to the closest chair. Natasha scowled at you, but you ignored her while sitting beside her.
“It was nice, I had a nice time.” You placed a hand on Natasha’s thigh, the young woman tensed but otherwise didn’t move. “How is your lip?”
Natasha let out a smile looking back at you to show her split lip. You let your thumb caress the skin around it, pressing your lips together. 
“Well, it’s healing.” Your comment made her snort, easing the tension in her body. 
Natasha took a deep breath ready to have the dreading conversation when her eyes fell on something in your face. The spy hated how her heart just broke, how whatever she had come to say shattered around her at the simplest of details you seemed to be unaware of.
As always, sometimes you were smart, and sharp and witty and some others…innocent, clueless. God how she hated the fact those were the qualities she loved the most about you.
With a bitter smile Natasha moved away from you.
“I see you really did have a nice time.” Natasha stood up as fast as her training allowed it, she made her way towards the gate glaring at you before leaving.
Natasha left without any more explanations and you just fell on your bed with a growing headache and more confusion than anything else.
“Have a good night, Y/N.” You were left there without a single explanation and by the way she left you knew it wouldn’t be wise to follow just yet.
“Damn, Tasha….” You stood up making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 
Once the light turns on your eyes fall on a single red mark placed right beside your mouth. Red lipstick. The same shade Wanda used, you clenched your eyes shut with a growing headache attacking your senses. 
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” You mumbled knowing you were in deep trouble.
What would you do now with Natasha and Wanda?
Because, you really couldn't ignore what was happening any longer. And it was quite evident, you would need to make a decision sometime soon before this exploded and someone got even more hurt.
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This is it for today, and I surely hope you like it.
Now for those of you who asked @dandelions4us @anxiousgoldengirl @dark-hunter16
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ladykissingfish · 5 months
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Tobi and Deidara have been dating for a few weeks. Deidara now knows about Tobi’s “real” self (or as much as he’s allowed to know, anyway) and the two get along pretty good. But Tobi really wants Deidara to share a bed with him at night. ALL the time, not just after sex when Deidara is too spent to leave, but every night.  Deidara finally, reluctantly, agrees.
And it’s an absolute nightmare.
But not for Deidara … for Tobi.
Every morning Tobi has to carefully pluck what must be a thousand long blonde hairs from his sheets, his pillowcases, the blanket, the area on the floor, the lamp … once even the ceiling although how the hairs got up that high is a mystery.
Also every morning Tobi has to massage over the bruises, old and new, on his legs and thighs because, surprise surprise, Deidara is a sleep-kicker.
And kicking isn’t all he does in his sleep; he talks. Entire conversations with everyone in the Akatsuki. Sometimes soft, sometimes loud, once acted out with wild hand gestures and punching “the air” aka Tobi’s chest.
Apparently sex is the only way to calm Deidara enough so that he remains quiet and peaceful all night, but Tobi hadn’t expected to need as much stamina as it took to keep up with his lover … and Tobi is quickly exhausted from everything going on. BUT it’s too late to ask Dei to move back into his own room, because Tobi was the one who begged the change in the first place.
And then comes a day when Deidara announces that he’s being sent on a mission with Hidan. Kisses Tobi and leaves.
And the room itself seems to heave a large sigh of relief.
Kakuzu: Tobi? I’ve got your share of the bounty from that man that you helped me —
Kakuzu: A-are you crying — ?
Tobi: *sniffles* N-no … it’s just … D-Deidara isn’t here …
Kakuzu: Good lord, kid; I know you’ve gotten used to him sleeping next to you, but a week shouldn’t be that big of a —
Tobi: A WEEK?! I thought they were only going for a couple of days?
Kakuzu: They were, but Leader sent them a message that he wishes them to stay a bit longer. He —
Tobi: *bursts into heavier tears*
Kakuzu, mildly alarmed: H-hey …. hey calm down, it’ll be alright … you’ll be okay …
Tobi, trying to hide the absolute joy in his voice: I know, Kakuzu-san … I know!
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redtail-lol · 10 months
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Zoinks scoob! Looks like someone forgot both parties can and usually do enjoy sex! Here's the easy step by step process to justify having sex with someone you are not attracted to
The person wants to have sex with you, they may or may not be sexually attracted to you
You want to have sex with them. That may be because you just want to have sex at all, you are in a relationship with them, or you trust them sexually. Regardless of the why, you also want to fuck.
You communicate that you aren't attracted to them because you are ace but you still want to fuck and then ask if that's okay. They say yes. They don't mind. They're just horny for you
You both enjoy the sex
There, justifying "using someone that I clearly have no interest in soley for sex, my own pleasure" in 4 easy steps
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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 11 months
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Couch Confessions and Heavy Petting
🖤 All Previous Parts Here 🖤
Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)
Warnings: ABO/Omegaverse dynamics (knots, slick, vaguely confusing reproductive explanations), mpreg, mentions of murder, mentions of fighting, sad boys, feeling left out, mentions of masterbation with a hairbrush, mentions of choking kink, masterbation, heavy petting, boys in love 🖤 Rating: explicit
They never ended up getting the call that Dom's father was dead but they found out what happened through the fucking media pretty quickly. Just a few days later it was plastered online but not in the way they thought it would be. 'Justin Harrison, Machine Gun Kelly's Future Father-in-Law Arrested in Hospital' was the last thing they assumed to see and the punk felt… mildly insulted to be honest. Was he chopped liver?
It seemed as if he'd crawled his ass inside the store to call for help and there must have been something obvious or perhaps the police were just waiting for an excuse, it wasn't like the bastard had been all that careful in his work. Justin was caught for fraud and forgery, even a connection with a mob of sorts. Dominic had been overwhelmed and at least a little calmed. They wouldn't have to deal with him for a while and even though he didn't snitch about who nearly took his life, the kid's family knew. He'd never been so harassed.
It had been two weeks since their trip and at first the singer had been flying high on finally getting revenge but after the calls started that pride began to fade to pain. It wasn't just his family, lots of rags wanted to interview him and eventually Gavin came for a visit to take his phone and set him up with a new one. It was the first time Kells liked the guy but he had to get everything off the device first. He couldn't lose all those memories and job or not he didn't trust anyone with images of his lover nude- and they both had plenty. Once that happened everything felt quiet again, especially with Tom fielding the social media bullshit.
Colson had been holed up in their music room for a few hours, trying to get his own suits off his back, they wanted him to ride the wave and speak out about it. They thought it would be great press since he came from 'the wrong side of the tracks' and was doing so well now. To him it felt like an after school special and that wasn't his vibe. Considering he was still the type to curb stomp an asshole and leave him for dead he didn't think speaking out about crime was right. He was sure it would come to light eventually but for the time being he just wanted to focus on his pack. They were so close to time anyway, he couldn't split focus yet.
When he was finally able to hang up with the men he ran a hand through his hair and wandered out to find his mate. When he didn't find Dom in the bedroom he was worried but of course his beautiful ball of bitch couldn't get far on his own and he found him on the couch, staring dead eyed at yet another news story. There was an oversized hoodie wrapped around him, a thick fuzzy blanket in his lap, and those damn white girl UGGs on his feet. The kid looked comfy but exhausted. "You cold sweetheart?" He hummed, leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss his lover's hair. The stench of depressed omega clogged his senses and a low whine got stuck in his throat. Did he have to remove all forms of media so his fiancé could rest? Shit.
"Yeah. Ain't it freezing?" Dom asked back with a soft tired voice but… fuck no. It was almost his birthday, smack in the middle of summer. Their flat was one of the few places around that actually had air conditioning but they didn't have it too low, the punk shouldn't be shivering that was for damn sure.
Colson sighed and hopped over the couch, bouncing as he landed and he grinned when his partner rolled his eyes. "What?" He huffed, laughing softly. He curled an arm around the kid's shoulders and cuddled close, fully ignoring the shit getting spewed from the news.
"Show off. Rude if ya ask me. I can't move like tha' no more."
"Cool cause I didn't ask. I know it gets you hot having such a badass alpha." He gave him his best cocky smirk which only got a bigger scoff but Dom's lips twitched in a smile and that's all he wanted. "Can we turn this off? You got cartoons here? Come on, just ignore it." He groaned, pressing his cheek to his boyfriend's temple. "Isn't it time to focus on my Jellybeans?"
The look Dom gave him would have shriveled a lesser man, as it was Col still had to swallow a whine. "Yours? YOURS? Tha's jus' it ain't it? We yours, I ain't me own bloody person! I'm an incubator for ya GIANT fucking spawn and a warm 'ole for ya cock. I'm your omega! Not fucking me anymore! 'Ey don't even fucking say me stage name Colson! It's jus' your mate, your every'fin!"
When the rant started to calm Kells arched a brow and pet a palm over the punk's belly. He knew aggression could work up their babes and he worried about any strong emotion starting labor. "You done? You forgot tight hole." The screech in response was immediate and the singer wiggled as if he'd somehow get off the sofa by himself. It was precious but Col just pulled him closer and pressed a loud over exaggerated kiss to his cheek. "Settle your ass down bitch. You're straining so much you're gonna push our kids out early- shiiit. I'm sorry this is happening but guess who's fault it isn't? Mine."
"If you 'adn't beat 'im…" Even as he tried to make the point he felt awful about it. He was proper proud of his daddy for kicking ass and he stopped the sentence short. He wouldn't let his family ruin anything else. Not between them. They'd been doing amazing. It seemed like having a new way to mark up the punk really soothed the fearl beast inside the alpha and seeing the ring of bruises on his own skin made Dom purr. He sighed deep, tears welling his eyes but he laid a palm over the rapper's. "We'd be fucked so fank you. Jus' 'ard."
"Yeah I get it, you're a spoiled little princess and you want to be in the spotlight." The bastard teased and he couldn't help but giggle.
"Fuck tha'! It's awful Cols. I don't know 'ow you 'andle it."
"Once a dirt bag always a dirt bag? Eh, I'm cool with it. This is probably the nicest I've been talked about in years. Especially considering the pedo shit is starting back up again." Even though he tried to shrug and act like none of it affected him, Dom could feel the pain. See the dark circles under his lover's beautiful blue eyes.
"Wait- cause of me? Fuck tha' I'm not tha' baby face. I'm a full grown man. Ya know 'ere you wouldn't even get shite for calling a seventeen year old 'ot. It's all fucking bollocks." He didn't mean to bring up old drama, it just slipped out and the alpha turned to look at him with wide eyes.
"Babe… how the fuck do you know about that?"
Dom swallowed hard and looked away, his lip rolling between his teeth. "Um, it was brought up in an article?"
"Bull-fucking-shit doll, you were just surprised they were using you to call me out. How do you know about that?"
"I… maybe… I'm sure I jus' seen it around. Shut up." He huffed, his cheeks pink. He tried to squirm away again but Col wouldn't let him. He kept him close. "I maybe 'ad a crush alright? Been a fan a lot longer 'an you." He didn't know why he was tearing up again but he felt exposed being honest. It wasn't like he was hiding it on purpose but it made him feel unequal in their relationship and he was already feeling that.
"How long?" Colson couldn't help but ask. He could barely believe it. He knew both his bitch and their photographer roommate used to blast Candy all the time but he just assumed it was something they found after they started messaging each other.
"General Admission." It was barely above a whisper but the kid went limp as if he felt defeated but honestly it was exactly what the rapper needed to hear. "I saw Alpha Omega and… I dunno. 'Ad a crush. You amazing Cols ya know tha'. It was actually um…" He trailed off, pulling his hoodie sleeve up to his mouth to nibble on. The next words were muffled he was so nervous and Kells found him absolutely adorable. "It was the firs' time I got wet."
Whatever sweet heart eyed moment was starting to build between them got shattered with those few words. The alpha's dick twitched in his shorts and he leaned close to his mate, getting right in his face. "Yeah? Bullshit. That couldn't be the first… You were- what? Eighteen?"
Dom dropped his hand and took a deep breath, the vibe between them had shifted and his daddy was in a mood. Sometimes he was almost overwhelming but he loved every moment. God he could taste the man's need. "Me body never worked like it was supposed to. Figured I came out wrong and I'd jus' be a beta wiv an extra 'ole. Docs said it was jus' taking time and Justin was pissed but I was okay wiv it. 'En I saw you and…" He moved closer, their lips so close he could lick him if he wanted. "I got so wet daddy. Got so needy I 'ad to touch me'self."
Col growled, his chest rumbling with it and he reached up to wrap his hand around his lover's jaw. His pulse raced in his chest, all his fears vanishing on a wave of need. He didn't know how he deserved all this but fuck he was thankful. "What did you do?" He rasped, flicking his tongue out to taste the boy's lips and when the punk blushed hotter he licked over his pink cheek.
"Found a 'airbrush-"
"You own a hairbrush?"
"Wanker. If ya don't wanna 'ear…" He trailed off and Kells snapped his fangs close to Dom's ear before he nibbled playfully at the lobe.
The rapper slid a hand down over the blanket, his palm cupping his future wife's hard sweet cock. He slipped the other into his own shorts, fisting his dick as he teased his mate. Dom was talking about masterbation so it just fit. He was just helping because his overly pupped baby momma couldn't do it on his own anymore. That was all. "Tell me."
"Put ya video on repeat-" His voice dropped to a whimper, his hips pushing forward. He could feel himself drenching his briefs and probably the blanket between them. He was never joking when he said only Col could make him feel this way. For anyone else it wasn't the same. "Rolled on me side and put- put um- fuck-" His lover's touch got harder, those long talented fingers rubbing over his cunt as his palm put all the right pressure on his cock. He could hear the way Colson's fist stroked his own and it drove him just a little mad. It always felt like a waste if they didn't finish inside each other.
"Where did you put it?" He demanded. Their play felt almost innocent compared to the way they normally made love. He could still see the dark skin on his future wife's neck, they'd been going hard lately and he meant to take a day off but of course they couldn't. They never could. His pace picked up, he knew they wouldn't last long and they didn't need to. If he got them off quick and dirty they could rest, he wasn't really breaking his vow for a gentle day. He wasn't actually fucking the punk. Right?
"Well first I touched me'self. Me f-fingers! Put two inside me- ohfuckdaddy-" He slurred, a bead of drool rolling down his chin. Colson struck, licking his baby's spit up before he nipped his plush bottom lip and tugged. When he let it go the omega almost broke but he pulled his touch back a little. He wanted the story before he'd let him cum. "In me pussy. Was so tight. So so- mmmfuck! Barely fit. Didn't feel like enough. Wanted to feel you. Oh God alpha-" Dom was shaking, his body trying to roll and grind his dick against his mate's hand.
"I can promise you that hairbrush wasn't it either." He joked, his voice low and desperate but laced with pride.
"Course not. I didn't know. Wanted to 'urt cause I knew you'd be too big." It shouldn't be hot but it so was and Kells had to squeeze the base of his knot to keep from blowing his load too soon. The singer was so into his own pleasure he didn't notice, he just kept going. "Needed to ache for you. From you. Shoved the 'andle deep and fucked me'self- fuck Colson! Fucked me'self 'ard and fast. Was so loud. So wet. Jus' for you. Ever."
That was it, that one vow broke the man and his cock jerked, his knot popping in his fist. White heat spilled over his palm and soaked his boxers till he full body trembled, watching Dom watch him. His rhythm over his mate's pussy faltered but the kid kept squirming and he kept the pressure for him. It wouldn't take much. "Slut. So fucking horny for me. Did you jerk that cute little dick or just play with your cunt?"
Dom flushed, he was swimming in sweat and slick but he didn't care. He was too close to pay attention to anything else. "Firs' time was jus' me cunt. Didn't fink you'd like me cock so- so- fuck! So much-" He could barely talk anymore, he didn't know how Kells was speaking or if maybe they were just that mentally connected that he was reading the alpha's mind.
"Love your dick. It's precious. I'd love to feel it- yeah baby. Can see it. You're close huh? Cum for me." He commanded, panting so hard it was barely louder than a thought but it didn't matter. Dom felt his permission and he shattered for his alpha. Warmth spread through the blanket, his bitch's slick gushing free and drenching everything in its path. He could feel that part of his lover that was barely more than a clit twitching against his palm and he didn't know what gave him more pride, the singer's orgasm now or all the times he'd gotten his boyfriend off before they even met.
Dom moaned as his daddy helped him through his pleasure but the moment he felt overstimulated the man pulled back and started helping him out of everything that was overheating him. "Not cold anymore huh?" He joked and the punk whined back. Of course he wasn't but he was definitely spent. How had they gotten there? How had a conversation about him feeling like he was disappearing end up with him talking about the first time he saw Col?
When he caught his alpha's still red rimmed gaze he felt his belly flip. Did it really matter if anyone else saw him when his daddy only had eyes for him? With his devil he felt more seen than ever before. His mate loved him and his babies would too. If it took the world a little while to catch up that was alright. The only man to ever make him slick himself was just as obsessed with him, the wanker he'd had a crush on for years. He was the omega to the Machine Gun's alpha, nothing could make him feel more special. "You still got that hairbrush?" Kells teased and he rolled his eyes. He couldn't let the bastard see how dick whipped he was for him.
"You filfy Cols." He scoffed, his nose wrinkling but inside he was fighting the biggest smile.
"Yeah yeah. Can't fuck me up bitch. I'm the only fucker that's ever gotten Yungblud wet." He winked, trying to cheer his lover up more but he wasn't lying about the pride. How could that not make him feel incredible? His baby momma was amazing.
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