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sevcasejay1chicago · 9 months

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sweetheart if you don't mind ofc Whould you write me a imagine of me and Will Halstead pliss

Refrigerator Light- Will Halstead

Summary: After locking eyes at Molly’s three years ago, you find yourself slow dancing in the refrigerator light with your husband, Will Halstead.

Warnings: none really. Hints to drinking and morning sickness, but nothing blatantly obvious.

Authors note: Writing for Will is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I hope you enjoy it! Sorry for the wait!

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The first time you met Will Halstead was across the bar at Molly’s. It was karaoke night, so Stella and Brett forced you onto the small stage after a few drinks to help convince you a bit easier. You sang “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis, but in a female key. Will had barely been paying attention to the karaoke as everyone that got up there was pretty mediocre and couldn’t catch his attention. However, as soon as you started singing, Will stopped talking mid sentence and turned his back to Jay and some of the other intelligence unit in favor of watching you. He was so mesmerized that he missed the way Jay and some of the other occupants at the table started joking about love at first sight and what not. They were right.

You had your eyes closed as you sang until you felt a pair of eyes burning into you. You slowly slipped your eyes open and scanned the crowded bar until you locked eyes with Will Halstead. You had heard of him and passed by him in the ED when you and Brett dropped off patients, but Brett was more of a talker and normally filled the docs in while you stocked the ambo. You recognized him immediately and he recognized you. You felt an emotion that you haven’t felt before. Like you finally found your home, your answer to living. Something clicked when you finally locked eyes and there was no denying the fact that you found love at first sight.

Anyone in the bar that was paying a bit of attention noticed the change in the atmosphere. The song went from you just singing it to having meaning to you for someone in that bar. The emotions in your voice gave it away to those who were paying attention, but what you did once you finished singing sealed it for those that were pretty oblivious. Once you finished, you put the microphone back on its stand and pushed your way through the crowd, Will doing the same. When you finally reached each other, you noticed he was just slightly taller than you as you peered up at him with a grin.

“Hi.” You whispered, letting Will take you by the waist and pull you closer as someone else got up and followed your love song with another slow one.

“Hey.” Will whispered back, bringing his face closer to yours.

The connection was palpable. A warmth was spreading from the two of you as you danced, your arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. For the majority of the song, you guys slow danced and stared into each other’s eyes. Unknown to the two if you, Stella, Brett, Jay, and Kim were all snapping pictures of the two of you. They knew this was going to be a forever thing. Luckily, they believed it because now, a picture of the first kiss you shared at the end of that song is on the mantle next to your wedding picture.

Now, 3 years later, Will finds his pregnant wife standing in the dark kitchen at 3 am. The only light on is coming from the refrigerator in an attempt to not wake your sleeping husband, but the baby wanted pickles, peanut butter, and vanilla ice cream. So, here you were, eating while illuminated by the refrigerator light, knowing you would regret falling for the craving, but you couldn’t sleep until you fulfilled it.

Will walks up behind you and slides his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “Now, Mrs. Halstead, why are we eating like a little gremlin at 3am and not in bed?” He teases, lightly rubbing the slight bump under one of his shirts you slipped on.

You didn’t even bother turning around when you answered, instead you leaned into your husband. “Well, Mr. Halstead, your little gremlin child wanted this and I wasn’t going to be able to sleep until I fed the peanut.” You said, matter of factly around a bite of your concoction.

Will chuckled and kissed your cheek. “First of all, it’s DOCTOR Halstead. Second of all, that’s disgusting.” Will said, finally getting a good look at what you were eating.

You shrugged, putting another spoonful in your mouth before replying. “Not my idea. The gremlin. It’s the gremlin.” You said, shaking your head. “It’s actually not bad.”

Will grunted as he watched you finish what you had left. “Your gonna be saying something different in the morning.” Will commented, inwardly cringing as he thought about the start you would have to your morning in a few hours.

You shrugged, resigned to your fate. “You’ll be there. I’ll hate it and I’ll panic, but you’ll be there and it’s all worth it for this little munchkin.” You replied, glancing through the kitchen doorway as you leaned fully into Will, catching the pictures on the mantle. “For now, dance with me.” You said, turning around and looking up at your husband.

Will chuckled, looking at the time and then back to you. “Baby. It’s 3am and we have no music.” Will pointed out, pulling you into his chest anyways, mostly out of instinct. It was weird to feel that slight divide between the two of you from baby Halstead showing up some, but Will held you as close as possible anyways.

You thought for a moment before giving Will a small, almost bashful grin. Then, you started singing the song that you fell in love to. Will pulled you as close as possible as you rested your head on his chest. Will swayed you both around the kitchen until the song was over, then he leaned down to kiss you. He didn’t comment on the taste of your lips after the little snack you just finished. He just held you and kissed you like he did when you first clicked that night. All in the light from the refrigerator.

#one chicago #one chicago x reader #will halstead #DOCTOR Will Halstead #love at first sight #can’t help falling in love #refrigerator light #fluff #more fluff #all the fluff

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onlybagels · 3 months

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It's no secret that both Toby and Jack are becoming fast friends, however, it's not like the two have outwardly said anything about it. Even so, seeing the two interact is an interesting display.

Other another note, Toby is usually the one who strings Jack along, showing him something new or taking him out of his room.

Or 4 times Toby shows Jack something new and 1 time Jack teaches something to Toby in turn as well as 5 times the other pasta notice something is up with their fellow pasta's.

#ticcijack #eyeless jack x ticci toby #eyeless jack #ticci toby #sally williams #jeff the killer #ben drowned #kate the chaser #masky marble hornets #hoodie marble hornets #more fluff #fluff all around #This is over 7k words

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jhalya · 7 months

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🪟💞 Galadriel had forgotten how awkward new relationships can be (a WCH update)

🔗Read on AO3.

#haladriel #professional window cleaner hal #meets amateur matchmaker cel #more fluff #and awkwardness

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bambinella · 2 years

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Second first impressions

A/N: This fic is a special request for @moonkowkow ! They requested me to bring an underrated character in the spotlight, and I was very intrigued to do so! This is my first time writing for America! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: When America unexpectedly stumbles into the nice version of Wanda, she has a difficult time accepting that Wanda may not be the monster America thinks she is

Warnings: angst, some light swearing and fluff

Word count: 4492

It was fair to say that, while her day had started as usual, things had not gone the way she had expected them to go.

It had been over a year since the events with Scarlet Witch, Dr. Strange and Wong, and a lot had happened in her life since then. For about a year she had stayed with Wong, to practice and gain better control over her powers. However, the longer she had stayed in that one universe, the more guilt she had, since it meant postponing the search for her mothers. After many nights of pondering what to do, she had finally decided to continue her journey to find them. For the past two or three months she had traveled from dimension to dimension until she had lost count, and she was no step closer to locating them. So, she had decided that it was time to take a break. Next universe she ended up in - unless it was really bad or comparable to the paint one - would be the one where she took a pit stop, even if it was only for a few days. However, when she had stepped through the portal this morning, she’d immediately noticed that something was different.

She had ended up inside of a building, instead of outdoors, which was odd compared to all the other times she had appeared into a new dimension. America could tell that it was a pretty tall building, by the amazing view from the large windows. She stood next to a large couch, looking at a currently turned on television as she took in her surroundings.

“Wait, I can teleport into buildings now? That would have been good to know three weeks ago,” America mumbled, putting her hands on her hips.

“Uhm-”

“What the fuck just happened?”

The teen jumped as she suddenly heard voices from behind her, immediately turning around with her hands up. A surprised Wanda and Natasha stared at the ‘intruder’, who had interrupted their afternoon of cuddles and movies by opening a portal in front of them.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I usually don’t end up inside a building! I’ll leave right awa-” America said rapidly, before suddenly freezing as she noticed Wanda. Letting out a sharp gasp of panic, the teen stumbled over her own feet and fell down hard, crawling backwards to create as much distance as possible between her and the couch. Natasha stared at her in utter confusion as Wanda stood up, a frown covering her face.

“Are you okay? What happen-”

“Get away! Get away from me right now!” America nearly yelled while pointing a finger at Wanda, leaving the witch stunned. Natasha immediately jumped up and stood between them, looking as confused as Wanda. While she had no idea who this girl was or where she came from, the redhead could tell that there was genuine fear in her eyes. She could also tell that the girl didn’t come here to harm or kill either of them.

“Please! Get away from me! I won’t hold back this time!” Anger and fear were both present in America’s voice, and both women could tell she was serious. Natasha and Wanda shared a look, to which Wanda nodded before leaving the room. Natasha watched Wanda leave before turning her attention back to the teen. She slowly knelt by her side, holding her hands up.

“Hey… you’re okay, nothing is going to happen to you, okay?” She said, looking America in the eyes. “So you can relax, okay?”

“She… I… I-,” The brunette said, too shaken up to give a proper explanation. The assassin realized this, stood up and reached out her hand while giving her a gentle smile.

“Come on, let’s sit on the couch for a little. I can tell that you’re scared and you have questions, and I can assure you that I have questions of my own as well,” She added, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “But there’s nothing to be scared of here,” Natasha promised. America looked at the hand for a few seconds, before accepting it. So now, she was currently sitting on the couch, covered in a blanket while staring at Natasha. While she was still a little shaken, the teen was much calmer compared to ten minutes ago. Natasha had made her a hot choco, which had helped calm down her nerves quite a bit.

“Are you feeling a little better?” The assassin asked as she sat across from America, far enough to give her some space yet close enough to make her feel at ease. She was just a kid, Natasha realized, after having a good look at the teen.

“Yeah… yeah I’m okay now,” America said after a few deep breaths, looking at the unfamiliar yet comforting face of Natasha while putting the empty mug on the coffee table. The older woman smiled at her, patiently looking at the brunette. America knew that she expected an explanation, yet she was kind enough not to force it out of her. But how could she even begin to explain the situation she was in?

“Why don’t you start from the beginning,” Natasha suggested, as if she could read minds, sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap. “Telling me who you are would be a good first step,” She added with a chuckle. America nodded and took another deep breath.

“Okay so… my name is America Chavez,” She said slowly, earning a nod from the widow. “And I have the power to travel through the multiverse,” She added, causing Natasha to blink. Not exactly what she had expected to hear.

“Uh…” She started, yet was quickly interrupted by America, who seemed very intent on continuing to explain.

“I know what it sounds like!” America immediately said, looking at the redhead with an almost pleading expression. “But it’s the truth! It basically means I get to travel from one universe to another! It used to be really hard because at first I did it by accident, but now that I kno-” She rambled, only to be interrupted by Natasha this time, who raised a hand.

“Hang on. Rewind. You travel from universe to universe… meaning there’s multiple?” Natasha asked carefully, earning a nod and a smile from the teen.

“Yeah! Honestly, I’ve lost count at this point, but I’m pretty sure I’ve traveled to over a hundred by now, maybe even a hundred and fifty. Every universe is unique and has its differences and changes, some more than others. This one seems pretty close to the universe I ended up in a year ago, and I really liked that one,” She said with a smile.

“Why are you traveling across the multiverse?” Natasha asked with a puzzled expression, immediately getting to the point. This caused America’s smile to falter as she stared down at the couch, looking almost ashamed.

“I’m looking for my mothers… like I said, the first few times I opened portals it was by accident, and I opened one behind them, sending them to another universe…” She said, swallowing hard. It never got easier to talk about it. Natasha couldn’t help but feel sad for the girl, not sure what to do to comfort her. However, before she could do anything, the teen slapped both palms hard on her thighs, pulling herself out of the sad spiral.

“I’m not giving up. I don’t know where they ended up, or if they’re still alive, but I won’t give up. I’m gonna find them,” America concluded, nodding to herself as she smiled, and Natasha couldn’t help but admire her a little bit.

“Alright… so now for the big question,” Natasha said, making America look up at her. “Why are you so afraid of Wanda?” She asked. The teen immediately froze at the mention of the name, breathing deeply through her nose before looking up at Natasha.

“Remember when I mentioned the universe I ended up in a year ago? I met Wanda there, or at least, the ‘Wanda’ of that universe. She desperately wanted my powers, and tried to kill me for it. She followed me across multiple universes, and she almost succeeded, so yeah… it was a shock to see her face again,” America said with a sheepish smile. This caused the assassin to frown.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that, especially since you’re still pretty young,” Natasha said, feeling horrified at the thought of Wanda killing an innocent child. People always feared Wanda for her powers and called her a monster, while Wanda was actually one of the kindest people around. To think there was a universe where those claims actually were true.

“I mean, I get that Wanda would do anything for her children, especially since she lost her robot husband… I mean, I’m willing to do a lot to find my mothers, but-” She rambled on, yet stopped at Natasha’s confused expression.

“Wanda has children? With Vision??” Natasha questioned, both eyebrows raised. The confused expression created some hopeful feelings within America. Could this Wanda be different?

“You mean to tell me that… this Wanda doesn’t have children?” She asked carefully, earning a chuckle from Natasha, who shook her head.

“No she doesn’t. Well, sometimes she claims that Yelena and Kate are her children, but not real children no,” Natasha explained. America nodded, biting on her lower lip. Yelena and Kate. If she remembered correctly, the ‘other Wanda’ had called her children Billy and Tommy. The fact that there was no mention of them here made her feel slightly more at ease.

“So… this Wanda, your Wanda… she’s not going to try and steal my powers?” America asked just as carefully, her heart jumping up as Natasha shook her head.

“If you want, I can go get her and you can ask her that question yourself. I’m pretty sure she’s dying to know why you’re terrified of her,” The redhead suggested with a smile. When America once more chewed on her lower lip, looking very uncertain, Natasha scooted a bit closer to her. “And if you want, I can stay here in the room with you. Make sure she won’t try anything, even though I can assure you she won’t.” She added.

“Okay… okay yeah, if you stay here then I’d like to talk to her,” The brunette said after a few seconds of doubt, nodding to herself. Worst case, she had kicked Wanda’s butt once before, she could do it again, right?

Natasha reached out to place a hand on the teen’s leg before getting up from the couch, exiting the common room to get Wanda. Every second seemed like an hour, and America felt more and more nervous. What if it was a trap? Was she making a mistake? However, before the teen could do anything, Natasha returned to the living room with Wanda, and America froze. Her breath stopped in her throat as she eyed the woman, who seemed just as nervous as she was.

“Wanda, this is America,” Natasha said slowly, eyeing the two women carefully. “She would like to talk to you,” She continued, sitting herself down on the couch. America remained frozen as she stared at Wanda, who slowly walked over.

“May I sit here?” She asked, looking at America with a smile while pointing at the spot next to her. The teen swallowed and nodded, trying her best not to back away. She seemed much nicer than the other Wanda, but she knew from experience that the Scarlet Witch was a talented liar. Wanda sat herself down, staring at her hands for a moment, before looking at America with a curious expression.

“I can sense that you’re afraid of me, and while I don’t know who you are, I want to apologize for anything I may have done wrong to you,” Wanda said, and for some reason, America knew she meant it. She closely inspected Wanda’s face, looking for traces of deception, and when she found none the brunette relaxed just a little.

“You… you truly don’t know who I am?” America asked, raising a brow nervously yet curiously. Wanda slowly shook her head, slightly tilting it while inspecting the young girl’s face.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you, when you stepped through that portal in front of the television,” She explained, before suddenly frowning. “Did I do something to your family? I know I hurt a lot of innocent people over the past years while I tried to gain control over my powers, but-” She said, yet stopped talking when America shook her head quickly.

“No no, it’s nothing like that! It’s… actually, it’s much more complicated than that, and I don’t even know where to start,” The teen said with an empty chuckle.

“Why don’t you tell her what you told me?” Natasha said from behind her, giving America an encouraging nod as she looked at the redhead.

“Alright, well… this is gonna sound crazy, but it’s the truth, I promise,” She said, earning a nod from Wanda. The brunette took a deep breath, before finally looking Wanda in the eyes.

“My… my name is America Chavez, and I come from another dimension. I originally started traveling through dimensions because I’m looking for my mothers, but… a year ago, I did it to escape from you,” She said, carefully watching Wanda’s reaction, as she was still scared of the Scarlet Witch. Whatever Wanda had expected to hear, this wasn’t on her list as she looked at the teen with a shocked expression.

“Wait, what do you mean multiple dimensions? And you were running away from me? But how is that possible, I’ve never seen you before, or left this… dimension?” Wanda asked, as confused as Natasha had been. This gave the brunette the boost of confidence she needed to continue talking.

“I wasn’t running from ‘you’ you,” America said, holding her hands up. “There are many dimensions, and the Wanda from that dimension… well she wanted to kill me, to gain my abilities and travel across the multiverse herself,” She added, letting out a deep breath as her hands were slightly shaking from emotions. “So while I’ve never met the ‘you’ from this universe, your face still scared me…”

“But that makes no sense… why would she… why would I want to kill you? Why would I do that to you?” The witch asked with a deep frown on her face, looking horrified at the thought.

“You needed my powers to travel to the dimension where your children were still alive, and you were desperate,” America explained, and Wanda’s expression went blank.

“My what? Children?” She asked, once again looking just as confused as Natasha with the mention of the kids. Natasha looked up at Wanda with a smile, one eyebrow raised.

“Apparently, in that other dimension at least, you were married to Vision, and you had children with him,” Natasha explained, seemingly having a hard time not to burst into laughter. The confused expression turned into another blank stare as Wanda looked at the two of them for a few seconds, and America couldn’t help but mentally prepare herself for an attack. Then the exact opposite happened, as Wanda started laughing out loud.

“Me? Married to Vision?? And having kids with him? Oh man… I thought I was messed up, but I guess I can’t compare to the other ‘me’,” She chuckled, shaking her head slightly. While America hadn’t expected this reaction, she surely welcomed it as she already felt more at ease now. A small yet real smile formed on her face for the first time.

“So… you’re not going to try and kill me to steal my powers and go to the universe where you have children?” The teen asked in one long sentence, holding her breath as she looked at the witch, who shook her head with another chuckle.

“No! I have no intention of doing anything like that, I promise,” She assured, holding out her open hand towards America. The brunette leaned back out of reflex, yet quickly relaxed and reached out to grab it. “I mean, I did feel a connection with Vision, but I never felt romantic love for him. I was sad when he died, but it was the same kind of sadness for all our other friends we had lost in that fight,” Wanda said with a sad smile. America nodded, not really knowing what to say so she gently squeezed the witch’s hand.

“Well… you do seem a lot nicer than the other Wanda I met,” America concluded with a smile, no longer scared to look Wanda in the eyes. “I guess I was less afraid of you, and more of your magic,” She added. Wanda’s expression softened as she looked at the young girl, once again opening her hand. This time, however, two of her red wisps appeared.

“My magic can be very scary, that’s true,” She agreed, making the wisps float towards America. “But they can also be very gentle and kind,” She added with a smile. The little sparks of magic reached the teen and brushed against her cheek and neck, making her giggle in surprise as they caressed her skin. The wisps felt nothing like the other Wanda’s magic, they were pleasantly warm and gentle, they even tickled! She scrunched up her shoulders and giggled loudly, both at the sensations and relief as she now truly felt safe. Wanda looked at the scene in front of her with a wide smile, a playful idea forming in her mind. While only knowing her for a little while, she wanted to make America feel truly safe around her. And what better way than to make her laugh?

“Can I hug you?” Wanda suddenly asked, making the brunette look up in surprise. There was a split second of doubt in her eyes, before she finally nodded with a smile. Wanda wasted no time as she pulled her closer into a tight and comfortable hug. America let out another giggle, a stupidly wide smile spreading on her face. She had never expected this Wanda to actually like her, and it filled her stomach with butterflies of happiness. Her back now facing Wanda, the teen looked up at Natasha, who was sitting across from them. The redhead winked at her, and it was exactly what America needed to fully relax in Wanda’s arms.

“Thank you, for… this,” America said, a blush creeping on her cheeks. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been hugged like this, and I never expected you to be kind... sorry for thinking you were a monster in every universe,” She added.

“Well, you know…” Wanda started, not even trying to hide the mischievous tone in her voice. “There have been several moments where the people I love called me a ‘monster’, but for an entirely different reason than the one you’re thinking of,” She said with a smirk. America, who instantly felt nervous again, looked over her shoulder at the witch.

“What do you mean?” The brunette asked, not sure where Wanda was going with this. A nervous tingle filled her stomach as she noticed the wide smirk. She looked back at Natasha for an explanation, slightly calming down when the assassin, who obviously knew Wanda wasn’t going to do anything bad, winked at her. When she tried to shift in the hug, America immediately noticed that she couldn’t move either of her arms, which were being held next to her sides by red magic.

“Let me ask you one simple question,” The witch said, leaning closer to the young girl’s ear. “Are you ticklish?” Wanda asked, her smirk growing even wider. America could hear the teasing undertone, and couldn’t suppress a shiver going down her spine. The panic she had felt in the last ten seconds was quickly replaced by nervousness and… joy? It had been years, but she still remembered what it was like to be tickled. She recalled her mothers slowly closing in on her, a similar smirk spread on both their faces while America’s stomach filled with butterflies of anticipation. Those butterflies had once again returned.

“What? No, of course not!” America said, a little too fast for her liking. Wanda grinned at the small note of panic in America’s voice. They both knew she was lying.

“Oh really now? Are you sure?” Wanda almost purred, causing another shiver to roll down America’s back, the hairs on the back of her neck slowly raising as giggles started to build up inside of her. Oh no.

“Y-yes?” She said, this time barely able to hold back a laugh as she shot another glance at Natasha, who was smirking just as widely with an eyebrow raised. She tugged at her arms, yet her attempts were futile as she was utterly stuck in Wanda’s hug.

“... Wrong answer,” The witch cooed, wasting no time in making the young girl laugh. America let out a shriek when she felt sharp nails scribble up and down her sides, immediately jolting up in Wanda’s lap. With her arms trapped in place next to her, she had no chance to either try and stop those hands, or move away. She threw her head back against Wanda’s shoulder, helpless giggles filling the room.

“N-nohohohoho! No wait! I take it baahahahahahhack! I’m ticklihihihish!” The brunette giggled loudly, clenching her fists while kicking her legs on the couch. Wanda chuckled and shook her head, gently shaking her nails into America’s ribs, earning another loud shriek.

“Too late, you decided to lie to me, so now you’ll have to deal with the consequences,” She teased, keeping her tickles light and gentle since she didn’t want to overwhelm her. When she prodded a single finger between her ribs, America arched her back and closed her eyes shut.

“NO! No pleeheheheEHEHEHEASE!” She cried out, unable to deal with the sensations at all. Wanda slipped her hands under her shirt to tickle her bare sides and stomach, and America dissolved into hysterical giggles and snorts. “NOT THEHEHEHEHHERE!”

“Not there? What about here then?” Wanda grinned, moving away from her sides only to scribble her nails into America’s helpless underarms. The latter let out a scream of laughter, now shaking her head side to side. The witch chuckled and continued tickling under her arms for another while, before pulling back to give her a break.

“You’re definitely ticklish,” Wanda teased, releasing America from the invisible hold. “And your snorts are cute,” She added with a wink. The brunette groaned and crawled away from Wanda, shooting her a playful glare while hugging her own sides. Natasha had been watching the two of them with a fond smile, glad that the ‘misunderstanding’ between them had been cleared. And while she didn’t have a direct reason to help America in her current situation, she definitely felt the need to show the teen just how non-scary Wanda actually was.

“Oh Wanda, don’t pretend you’re not just as ticklish, if not more,” Natasha said teasingly, slowly standing up from her spot on the couch to walk over to the witch. They both looked up at the assassin in surprise, Wanda’s expression quickly shifting from a surprised one into a nervous one.

“Natasha, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t!” She said, yet before she could jump off the couch to escape, Natasha had already straddled and pinned her.

“Don’t worry, kid, Wanda is the least dangerous person in the room right now,” Natasha said to America with a smirk, her fingers immediately going for Wanda’s ribs. America looked in amazement as the ‘Scarlet Witch’ burst into loud laughter, immediately reaching for the redhead’s wrists to try and stop her. A smile spread on the teen’s face as she watched the two women wrestle around, quickly getting up from the couch to get out of range.

“Wait, why isn’t she using her powers to win? Isn’t she the Scarlet Witch in this universe too?” America asked Natasha, who was currently hands-deep into Wanda’s underarms.

“When my poor baby witch is being tickled, she can’t concentrate enough to use her powers,” Natasha chuckled, turning to Wanda with a teasing smirk. “Can you now? You can’t do anything to stop me right now, can you?” Natasha grinned mischievously.

“NATASHAAHAHAHAHHA! STOHOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHEHE!” Wanda pleaded, her laughter increasing both from the teasing tone and the fact that Natasha had moved her hands down to her hips.

“That’s what I thought,” The assassin smirked, keeping her friend pinned down easily. “Now, are you going to be nice to our guest? Play fair and not bully her with your magic?” She questioned with a playful smirk, drilling both of her thumbs into the dip of Wanda’s hips. The witch absolutely lost it.

“YEHEHEHES! NOW PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHP!” She pleaded, tapping one hand on the couch as she gave up on the hopeless fight. Natasha chuckled and ceased her tickle attack, releasing Wanda from her hold. Sitting down next to her friend, the redhead shifted her attention back to America.

“So what are you going to do now? Are you going to keep traveling?” Natasha asked, making America chew on her lower lip. She had dreaded this question, because even if she had only met them, the brunette liked Natasha and Wanda. Well, this version of them, at least.

“I… I don’t know,” America said truthfully, sitting herself down on the couch again. “I mean, I want to find my mothers, but I have no clue where to look. And if I just keep hopping from universe to universe, I might miss clues on where they are,” The teen sighed. Natasha and Wanda looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes before looking back at America.

“Well… you don’t have to, but we wouldn’t mind if you stayed as our guest here,” Wanda suggested with a smile. “There are many people living in this building, and Tony is too rich for his own good. We could throw it in the group and see what the others think about it, but I don’t think anyone would mind you staying here for a while,” She concluded, giving America a wink.

“Plus, if we have free time, we could help you look for those clues, find out if your mothers could be staying in our universe. The choice is yours, however. If you want to keep traveling, we’re not stopping you,” Natasha said, raising one eyebrow at the young girl. America looked at the couch for a moment, before looking at them with a shy smile.

“I like this universe better than most I’ve ended up in, and I have nowhere to go so… I would like to stay?” She said, making it sound more like a question than a statement. The two women looked at each other with a smirk, before once again looking back at the brunette with a smile.

“Well then, welcome to the Avengers, Ms. Chavez,”

#Marvel #Black Widow #Wandavision #America Chavez #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda Maximoff #Scarlet Witch #angst #fluff #angst/hurt/comfort #more fluff #tickling #cuddling

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imogenlefay · 5 months

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Chapters: 11/25 Fandom: Glee Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blaine Anderson/Sebastian Smythe Characters: Blaine Anderson, Sebastian Smythe Additional Tags: Christmas Compilation, The Great Seblaine Christmas Extravaganza, Fluff and Sweetness, Occasional hurt/comfort, probably, But mostly fluff Summary:

A collection of Christmas-themed oneshots about Seblaine.

#glee #fic #seblaine #sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #the great seblaine christmas extravaganza #day 11: gingerbread houses #future fic #more fluff #established relationship

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dailybrittanysnowpics · 2 years

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Beca: miss you, Chlo. Love you 🥰

#brittany snow #anna kendrick #my sendrick heart #sendrickforever #more fluff

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apothecaryforwearysouls · 7 months

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Given Uthorim doesn't have a family of his own he would definitely find it super important to get approval from those closest to Loke. Would definitely ask if it is okay to ask Loke to marry him, making sure they're apart of it all in some shape or form. :p

#<3 #Uthorim and Loke #more fluff

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edgeofn1ght · 2 years

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Hiya, dear friend! 🧡

Sorry, I’m a bit late but if you’re still doing prompts, may I request numbers 3 & 14, please? You can pick one or combine them! 😊

Have a wonderful week! 💖

ROSIE!!!! Hello, my dear. Well, I finally finished it. I'm sorry once again that it took so long (I know what you will say 🧡). Anyway, I hope you will enjoy it. 😊

The prompts were "whispering to each other and holding each other's gaze"

they've danced around their feelings long enough • obikin • 3.8k words

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Obi-Wan stood at his room's full-length mirror, tugging at the cuffs of his jacket, pulling the fabric down to his wrists to make sure the sleeves covered the shirt underneath. He was used to wearing layers – he'd done so almost his entire life – but this was quite different from what he was accustomed to. For one thing, it wasn’t his, so it didn’t fit as comfortably as it could have, and certainly not as comfortably as his usual attire.

Both he and Anakin had been given complete ensembles by the Minister’s staff after being informed their Jedi attire ‘wouldn’t cut it,’ and not having brought dress clothes on their mission wasn’t going to be an excuse to not attend the evening’s banquet – much to his vexation. But considering he and Anakin were among the guests of honor for their work in the planet’s recently-completed peace negotiations… he supposed that was fair.

Despite his misgivings, the clothing was beautiful and finer than anything he ever owned or worn – particularly the coat. It was a deep, rich purple with gold brocade decorating much of the edges. It fell mid-thigh over slim-fitting breeches which he tucked into his own boots. If only everything had been slightly larger, it would have been perfect. But he could suffer a small outfit and extended social interaction for an evening with the promise of good food and drinks.

And having Anakin at his side.

They had not been on a diplomatic mission together for months, each constantly sent in their own direction as needs of the war dictated. Anakin wasn’t exactly sent with him this time either, but as Obi-Wan prepared his ship for take off, the younger man surprisingly rushed into the hangar and joined him on board. Obi-Wan protested weakly, surely Anakin had other things to attend to rather than going on some peace negotiations with his old master, but Anakin didn’t leave and he was secretly glad to have him.

As it turned out, Anakin left most all of the negotiations to Obi-Wan anyway – as he was wont to do – then protested long and loud against going to the banquet. That was, until they received their evening wear then he quickly inexplicably changed his mind. Even now Obi-Wan still didn’t know why, but at least he wouldn’t be subject to complaints about it all night.

However, Obi-Wan still wished to complain. He had been looking forward to resting for the remainder of the evening when the negotiations concluded in the early afternoon, but that was clearly not to be.

Well, at least he wouldn’t be alone.

He pulled at the lapels of his coat one last time, making minute adjustments as he stared at himself in the mirror. It gave him some comfort knowing Anakin would be forced to suffer through his own set of dress clothes. He might have also been a bit secretly pleased that they were very similar to each other in style and complementary in color – as if chosen for a couple.

Which they most certainly weren’t. But the thought that they could be mistaken as such did strange things to Obi-Wan’s insides that he didn’t want to examine right now.

“How am I supposed to eat or dance in this when I can barely raise my arm??” Obi-Wan turned quickly at the sound of Anakin barging into the room. He was pulling and tugging at the cuffs and sleeves of his own coat. If it was possible, his coat looked even more snug on him than Obi-Wan’s own, but somehow it still fit.

Anakin strode over, never making eye contact and stepped around Obi-Wan to stand in front of the mirror. He pulled at the rather frilly shirt underneath and adjusted the knot that was tied at his throat. Obi-Wan just stood there and watched him, then raked his gaze across and down Anakin’s back, appreciating the way the dark teal material clung to his biceps and stretched taut across his shoulder blades. As if suddenly possessed, he reached out and smoothed his hand across the top of Anakin’s shoulders. Anakin looked up and they made eye contact in the mirror.

“Apologies,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat and took a single step backwards. “Just smoothing out the fabric.”

Anakin silently watched Obi-Wan in the reflection then turned to face him. “But really, Obi-Wan… this jacket seems a little tight?” Anakin raised his left arm to barely shoulder height before he could move it no further. Obi-Wan chuckled.

“Mine is a bit, too,” he replied as he leaned in to adjust his own necktie. If he had been less aware, he might have missed the way Anakin watched him in the mirror’s reflection. But he didn’t and decided to tuck that away for later.

“That color suits you,” Anakin finally added. Obi-Wan smiled. He wanted to comment on how the teal of Anakin’s coat made his eyes bluer, but it felt almost like the wrong thing to say.

“Are we ready to go then? I’m starving,” Anakin continued, the quiet and strange moment thankfully passing.

The soiree was filled with good food and drinks, just as promised, but Obi-Wan found himself alone quite often. Which he hadn't expected. Well, not so much alone as Anakin-less. Obi-Wan had watched in amusement over the course of the dinner at how the Minister's twin adult children took a shine to his former padawan, and ever since, they took turns pulling Anakin around the banquet hall talking and laughing.

Obi-Wan's time was then unfortunately monopolized by the Minister as well as members of his cabinet and various other high-ranking officials and senators but he found his attention always making its way back to Anakin. Who was more of a natural at negotiations than he let on, complaining and feigning ignorance so Obi-Wan would do most of the work. But he seemed to be enjoying himself, and he couldn't remember the last time Anakin had looked so easily happy. And that made Obi-Wan happy.

The evening wore on, and feasting and talking gave way to dancing. The hall became a bustle of activity as the floor was cleared and a small ensemble entered and began warming up. Obi-Wan was a decently proficient dancer, but he didn’t want to be pulled into the fray – he much preferred to watch in these situations. Perhaps instead he could slip away onto the patio for some cool, fresh air. At least there he could clear his head and not think about Anakin, where his thoughts had been drifting all evening.

He watched the couples make their way to the center of the room and caught a glimpse of Anakin being pulled onto the dance floor by the Minister’s son. Truthfully, he expected him to disappear as well – he never took too much to dancing, ever since he was a padawan, even though he was decent at it. He used to spend their lessons complaining and stepping all over Obi-Wan’s feet, but eventually he did make progress so now only the complaining remained. But from Obi-Wan’s vantage point near the drinks table, it seemed even the complaining was gone now, too.

Anakin was actually smiling as the Minister's son positioned them for the first dance. He held their hands out to the side then placed Anakin's right hand on his shoulder, then moved his left hand to Anakin's waist. And Obi-Wan gripped the glass of champagne he had been holding slightly tighter.

Obi-Wan watched the pair as they deftly maneuvered around all the other couples in the hall when the music began, twirling and stepping lightly. He held onto Anakin tightly, hand resting mid-back then slowly he began sliding it down until it rested on the small of Anakin's back, possibly lower – it was hard to tell with the long, dark coat he wore. But it made something stir deep in Obi-Wan's chest… something unsavory he had been trying to ignore all evening. He furrowed his brow, a deep frown line appearing between his eyebrows, as he downed his champagne in one swig. He set the glass back down on the table, harder than he intended, and winced. Then picked up another glass.

Halfway through the piece, Obi-Wan stepped away from the table to the open archways to get some air. It was a balm against his too-warm skin. He wished desperately to go back to their suite of rooms. He wanted to get away from the fakery of the politicians (and apparently their children, too(. He needed to meditate and focus on the control of his emotions even though he wasn't quite ready to confront what he was feeling now for Anakin.

He couldn't.

A gentle breeze suddenly blew in, ruffling the decorative curtains and lifting the hair away from his face for merely a moment, but it was enough for some relief.

"There you are." Obi-Wan froze. That voice, as familiar to him as his own and infinitely more dear, had grown deeper over the years, but could still be just as soft as it once was. And even though barely a day went by when they didn't speak to each other, the timbre could still catch him off guard.

He took another sip of his drink and turned around. The soft golden lighting in the dance hall made his skin glow, and the exertion of dancing in a warm room filled with many bodies, pinked his high cheekbones handsomely. His wavy hair gently tousled by the gentle breeze made him even more lovely than usual. When had he become so beautiful?

"Anakin.”

"I've been looking for you," his face softened. He was just dancing, enjoying himself. He should still be doing so, not following after his old master.

Obi-Wan straightened up, pulling on the lapel of his own dark jacket. "For me? And why is that? Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Anakin looked down and scrubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "Oh I don't know, it's all right, I guess. But you don't seem like you're enjoying yourself too much."

Obi-Wan huffed, "I found the drinks, I assure you I am enjoying myself." Then surprisingly, Anakin took the glass from Obi-Wan’s hand and placed it on the tray of a passing waiter.

"Well, I think you could have a little more fun," he reached out for Obi-Wan’s hand and took it in his own, interlacing their fingers. His glove was soft and warm, the warmth no doubt coming from his previous dance partner where they had held hands for so long. He tried not to think about it as Anakin tightened his grip and pulled him back inside towards the center of the room.

As the opening notes of the Alderaanian Waltz began playing, Anakin set them in the opening stance – just like Obi-Wan had taught him all those years ago. He placed his left hand low on Obi-Wan’s waist and held his right hand out to the side, holding his hand tightly. Obi-Wan's eyes widened when he pulled him closer, their bodies now mere centimeters from each other. He just hoped Anakin couldn't feel his heart thumping in his chest.

As they began to dance, Anakin locked eyes with him, and try as he might, he couldn't look away.

In those long moments as they danced, it was like time had stopped, and Obi-Wan only knew Anakin. The feeling of him in his arms, the weight of his own hands and arms as they rested on Anakin's shoulder and in his hand. They had practiced this dance so often when Anakin was younger, it was no surprise now that they knew each other’s movements so well. What was surprising was that Anakin never looked away once, not at the couples around them, not down at his feet, not around the room or his former dancing partner. His dark blue eyes were fixed only on Obi-Wan. As Obi-Wan’s were fixed on him.

He wanted to blame the warmth in his chest on all the alcohol he had consumed, but he was feeling staggeringly sober. And anyway, the warmth was too strong, too deep, and he'd felt this way too long.

He loved Anakin. Of course he did. He'd loved him for a very long time.

But now that love had shifted and changed and developed into something slightly different.

He found himself also in love with him.

Obi-Wan blinked and finally tore his gaze away, feet slightly catching underneath and he stumbled. But Anakin kept him upright.

"Master," Anakin smirked. "You missed a step. I can't believe you of all people…"

Obi-Wan tightened his grip on Anakin's hand, "Yes, well, it happens." He cleared his throat and looked around again, wondering when the waltz would end.

He turned back to Anakin who was still watching him as they continued the dance. He suddenly felt Anakin's warmth brush gently against their bond, and realized, too, that even physically they were pressed even closer together now.

"Are you okay, Obi-Wan?" Anakin asked, leaning in close and whispering in his ear. The heat of Anakin’s breath on his cheek was intoxicating.

He tried to pull back, but Anakin didn’t let him get too far. His gaze flicked between Anakin’s eyes then down to his lips before he even realized what he was doing. "I'm fine. Just perhaps... uncomfortable in this too-tight coat."

"Hmmm," Anakin hummed as he twirled them around twice. "Well, isn't our job done for the evening?"

Obi-Wan had been thinking of his room for hours now – to go back and rest, meditate, read, or just enjoy the view from his balcony. But now the thought of going back to their suite filled him with slight trepidation.

"Obi-Wan,” he said gently, trying to pull Obi-Wan out of his head. But Anakin's gaze was too soft, too knowing, and it felt as if he could read his thoughts. He had heard this waltz enough to know they were nearing the end, and Anakin twirled them through it with ease – just like Obi-Wan had taught him. He couldn't help but smile a little.

"What is it? Tell me what you're thinking for once."

Obi-Wan had looked away at the other couples in the room, but turned his attention back to the man who still held him. "I was just thinking of when I taught you this dance. Watching you all night has…" he trailed off, suddenly aware that he shouldn't have even started that sentence.

The music finally stopped and so did they, and Anakin released him from his hold as they clapped for the musicians. But he was still watching him. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a wry grin, "You've been watching me all night?"

"Anakin, that's not–" he was cut off again by the sudden appearance of the Minister's daughter who grabbed Anakin's elbow and spun him towards her.

"I hope you've saved a dance for me!" She huffed. She quickly glanced at Obi-Wan with something akin to disdain. Well, that could be his exit. He bowed slightly to her, remaining silent, and turned to head off the floor. Away from the couples, the next dance, and Anakin.

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief at the blissful quietude of their suite of rooms. All he could hear now was a gentle melody floating out above the very low cacophony of the gathering. He pulled off his boots then struggled out of his coat, which felt like it had gotten tighter over the course of the evening. Next he untied the knot at his throat then cast both items over the end of his bed. He removed his shirt and trousers and dropped them on the floor as he made his way towards his small balcony where he had left the door slightly ajar. He breathed deeply, feeling some of the tension slip away just by being out of those clothes. Now in nothing but his smallclothes, the night air hit and cooled him a little too quickly, raising small chill bumps on his arms.

He probably should have said good evening to the hosts and other guests, but he hadn’t felt like it then – he just wanted to get to his room as quickly as possible.

Perhaps Anakin would make excuses for him. Like he had done so often for his former padawan. It really was the least he could do.

He stared into the middle distance, transfixed, as the small villa's lights twinkled on the lake. He shivered once more when a stiff breeze blew through the crack in the door – a good reminder to dress and go to bed.

He closed and latched the door then turned and found Anakin standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Anakin!" He startled, then crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to cover up. He wasn’t quite sure why he was so bothered, they had seen each other in varying states of undress plenty of times before, but this time felt wildly different. It might have been comical in any other circumstance but tonight when his emotions felt too raw, he was failing to see the humor.

Anakin stepped further inside, and even though the room was very dimly lit, he could see something like intent in his gaze. He grabbed his sleep pants from where they laid across the back of the chair in front of the balcony window, and as he put them on, Anakin came even closer.

"You left," he said as he began to take off his own coat.

Obi-Wan shrugged, "I was tired."

His eyes tracked the movement as Anakin threw his coat on top of Obi-Wan’s on the end of the bed then as he attempted to untie the knot at his own neck. "You left without saying anything. To the Minister, to his children, the senators– " he stopped, leaving 'to me' unspoken.

He stood and watched as Anakin struggled with the knot. When he began to recognize frustration, he closed the gap and reached out for Anakin's neck. "Here, let me." Anakin lifted his chin, exposing his throat.

"You were watching me all night?" Anakin asked again. Obi-Wan tried to focus on the necktie, but it was difficult not to watch the way his throat bobbed when he spoke.

He couldn’t avoid the question any longer. "Well… not all night.” It was a half truth, but a truth nonetheless. It was hard not to watch him though – he was taller than most others in the hall to begin with. And he looked happy for a change, even when the minister’s children were taking up all his time. He could have settled on the fact that it was easy to keep tabs on him because of his height, but no. “It's difficult not to really, you always shine so much brighter than everyone else in the room, even outside the Force." Which was something he just said out loud instead.

He carefully avoided Anakin's gaze now but he could feel himself flush under the heat of it. Maybe he could blame it on the champagne.

“There,” he said as he let the ends of the tie drop to Anakin’s chest. He took a single step back before he did something he’d regret, then met his gaze once again. “It was nice to see all those lessons in the old great hall weren’t a complete waste of time anyway. Maybe you did learn something from me after all.” He smiled softly, suddenly melancholy.

Anakin furrowed his brow, “What? Are you– I mean, of course--!” He turned and ran a hand through his hair. Obi-Wan took the break in tension to move back towards the chair and grab his sleep tunic, while Anakin yanked his own shirt and undershirt off, dropping them on the floor where he stood. He watched him as he stalked back and forth across the room until he stopped in front of the fireplace and raised one arm to lean against the mantel.

Obi-Wan slipped on his tunic and waited for Anakin to do or say something. It was times like this when he wished he knew what he was thinking. “I assumed you’d stay downstairs longer – you seemed to be having fun.”

Anakin turned to look at him. “You clearly weren’t.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “Anakin, you really don’t need to be worried about me. I can entertain myself.”

“Well, what if I wanted you there?”

Before he could stop himself, he asked, “Did you?”

He turned away from the fire and walked back over to where Obi-Wan still stood. “You're the master of changing the subject, you know that?" Obi-Wan chuckled, knowing Anakin was right, but still not wanting to give him ground in it. "Why were you watching me all night?"

He sighed now and put his hands on his hips. "I did answer you."

Anakin stopped not three feet from where Obi-Wan stood. "That wasn't really an answer."

"Anakin, this is ridic–" he began but never finished the thought when suddenly Anakin's mouth was on his. The heady feeling of warm, soft lips combined with the taste of champagne and jogun fruit drove every single thought from his mind. He closed his eyes and melted into the kiss when he felt a warm hand come up to cup his jaw.

It took him a few moments to catch up with the fact that Anakin was kissing him. And he was doing nothing to stop it. On the contrary, he was quite enjoying it. But when he suddenly felt two strong hands slip under his tunic and settle on his waist, he pulled back, but not away.

"Anakin…"

Anakin brought his head forward and rested his forehead against his own. "Obi-Wan…" he sighed, his eyes still closed.

Anakin dragged his thumbs slowly back and forth across the exposed skin above his waistband. The touch was achingly gentle and Obi-Wan didn't want to move or say anything that would interrupt the quiet moment. A quiet moment that he never dared to imagine.

"I love you," Anakin broke the silence first and pulled back to look at Obi-Wan. He looked so sincere and earnest, but also apprehensive.

"I meant what I said when I said you always shine the brightest," Obi-Wan replied after a moment. "You always have. And I couldn't look away because I didn't want to miss one moment of being able to just watch you and see you happy. Even if I wasn't on the receiving end of it. But also because… well, I love you, too."

A grin slowly spread across Anakin’s face and he wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him closer. "Now kiss me like you mean it."

Obi-Wan chuckled as he leaned in again, "So bossy."

"You already knew that."

"I did," Obi-Wan smiled then kissed him again, pouring all the love and longing into it that he could muster.

#happy monday my dear #my writing #asks #obikin #prompts #more fluff #canon divergence #obi wan x anakin

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