#no I don’t know how to cartoon no I don’t let that slow me down

[fleur-bbyy]

late night rendezvous /// katsuki bakugo

rating: 18+. minors dni.

word count: 4k+

warnings: smut, daddy kink, breeding kink, degrading, use of pet names, characters aged up to 20’s, college!au, quirkless!au, sex without condom (wrap it up), use of birth control, tummy bulges, alcohol use, afab reader, pussy and cunt are used to describe reader’s parts, kind of rough katsuki, color-coded texting used. pink is mina, orange is bakugo, red is kirishima.

this is my first time writing smut, take it easy on my fragile feelings :’) i’m trying to work on having my writing flow so bear with me.

we hit the highway 1-5-5 with my whole foot on the dash, she’s in my ear, she’s got no fear, she could care less if we crash.

“too lanky.” swipe

“all of his pictures have girls in them.” swipe.

“he’s definitely lying about being of age.” swipe.

“mina, why did you even have me download the damn app if all the guys on here don’t have your seal of approval?”

“you’re thinking too negatively! you just have persist and find that hidden gem!” you don’t know how your roommate convinced you download tinder. you guys always had a midweek dinner together, just making sure you stay caught up with each other due to your busy schedules. after a few too many glasses of wine, you had confessed to her that you hadn’t been properly dicked in a few months. the thought of going without good sex horrified your pink-haired friend and she was practically on her knees begging your to download some sort of dating/hookup app.

“mina i don’t think this was a good idea. either none of them fit your ‘good hookup’ standards or they don’t fit mine.” you threw your phone down in defeat.

“oh c’mon! you just ha-“

“if you tell me i have to look a little longer i’ll rip your tongue out and slap you with it.” you said, cutting her sentence off. she slowly closed her mouth and looked at the ground in thought. twiddling her thumbs as she did so. your own mind drifted away in thought until she suddenly jolted up off the couch.

“bakugo!” she yelled whilst jumping up and down like a cartoon character.

“huh?”

“oh c’mon! i know you’ve always thought he was attractive! your face turns that tomato red color every time you see him! plus, he’s been single for a while and I really think you two would look good together!” you looked up at her with a dumbfounded expression, blinking slowly.

“bakugo? as in katsuki bakugo? as in katsuki ‘stares daggers at anybody who isn’t you or his close friends’ bakugo?” you slowed down each word spoken as if it would sink into the pinkette’s head. you could admit that he was pretty attractive, but you and katsuki had only had a few interactions, none of them giving off “perfect hookup” vibes. in fact, the only vibes he gave off were “i hate your guys” vibes. each time it was when mina had the friend group over and you happened to either come in late or leave your room for something. she always invited you to join, but you always declined. never wanting to intrude on the little group that’s been inseparable since high school.

“i promise, babes, he’s actually super sweet in his own scary kind of way! you have to get to know him,” she grabbed you by your shoulders, “let me text kiri and see if he thinks bakugo would be down!” before you could express any disinterest, mina had already skipped along over to her room to get her phone. you groaned and covered your head with a pillow as you slumped down onto your couch. contemplating the events of the last hour, wishing you hadn’t of taken mina’s offer to buy your favorite flavor of red.

you sat on the couch for a few more minutes before mina happily ran back into the room and tore the pillow from your face. she was practically shoving her phone in your face with the brightness all the way up.

“jesus, mina, are you trying to blind me?”

“oh get over it you baby. anywho, kiri said he thinks it’s a great idea, and he’s been trying to get bakugo out there again, so he’s gonna try to talk him into it!” she let out a little squeal as she shook her empty hand back and forth wearing the widest smile on her face.

“yay?” you replied, a little apprehensive, but also just trying to fake some excitement.

“don’t sound too happy, babes, you’ll piss your pants in enthusiasm.” her voice dripped with sarcasm and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“i’m sorry, meens, i’m just nervous! your friends are scary and you’re trying to set me up with the scariest one!” you thought about the times you’ve encountered her friend group. all of them (excluding bakugo) had always been super friendly and inviting towards you and even encouraged you to join them if mina tried inviting you to hang out. the sheer size of all of them intimidated you the most, all of them towering over you and most of them were built from years of weight training. kirishima was the biggest, with huge muscles that always seemed to be flexed, even if he was relaxing. bakugo coming in a close second. the difference between the two was kirishima was always outgoing and friendly and bakugo was…

well, he was just not.

it seemed like he always made a point to glare at you. barely ever speaking a word if you happened to come across him in the kitchen or in the hall where the bathroom was. only brushing your shoulder as he walked past you or muttering a “tch.” if you accidentally bumped into him, even if it was his fault you two collided.

that’s why you were shocked when kirishima told mina he had actually talked bakugo into hanging out at your apartment with you.

just the two of you alone.

alone.

the thought loomed over your head for the next week. you didn’t know why you were so nervous. it’s not like it was that serious or you actually wanted it to work out. it was just simply hanging out to watch a movie or two. it’s not like you admired his toned body every time you bumped into him in your little apartment, taking in the way he smelt sweet like burnt sugar.

watching the way his shirt would lift when he grabbed something from the top of the pantry and you got to peek at his toned stomach and the little v-line that disappeared in his sweats.

the way his adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

you definitely didn’t see him in that way.

when the night finally came, you were a nervous wreck. you tried to hide how nervous you were, but mina saw right through your little facade.

“you are going to be absolutely fine. if you need anything, i’m turning my phone off do not disturb for you, so don’t be afraid to call or text.” she lightly applied some makeup to your face, just enough to enhance your features. she dressed you in a tennis skirt and a tight graphic crop top. not too unusual for stuff you’d usually wear out, but not something her friends had ever seen you in.

“don’t make me feel too special now. you never turn your phone off DND for anybody.” she stretched the skin around your left eye to apply some eyeliner.

“you know I love you babes. you’re my best freaking friend! now shut the fuck up so I don’t mess this up.” she swatted at you and you tried your best to contain your laughter as she finished up. afterwards, the two of you couldn’t contain your fits of giggles.

before she left the apartment, she stuffed some condoms into the drawer on the side table. “just in case” she told you. she reassured you once more that you looked amazing and that the date would go fine.

date. a little word currently giving you so much anxiety. you made your way to your smaller couch closer to the door to wait on bakugo and try to clear some of the negativity from your head.

a few minutes after she left, you heard a slightly aggressive knock on your door. before opening it, you smoothed out any wrinkles in your skirt and admired yourself in the small mirror you kept hanging near the door. a second, more aggressive, knock scared you out of your trance and you finally gripped the knob and opened the door.

bakugo was leaning against the railing across from your door and you had to admit, this man looked damn fine.

he wore a simple outfit. black jeans, white tee, and a black bomber jacket. his undercut looked as if he gelled it to look more uniform, a gesture that made your heart flutter. an outfit like this usually wouldn’t affect you much, but knowing that a man with a body that looked like it was carved by michelangelo himself was wearing it made your core buzz to life.

“hey.” you said, trying to not sound as desperate for him as you felt and gesturing for him to come inside.

“hey.” he replied dryly, pushing past your body to come inside. this time though, his hands found your waist as he moved you aside so he could fit in the doorframe. any doubts you had about maybe wanting to take your chance and fuck this man melted away. any denial about your blossoming feelings for the man also gone. you became a woman determined to get in the blonde’s pants.

you shut and locked your door and quickly told him to make himself at home and gave him the remote to pick the movie. his fingers lingered on your hand a little longer than they should’ve.

“d’ya want a drink?” you asked, making your way to your small kitchen and pulling out the ingredients to make yourself one. hoping some liquid courage would calm your nerves and be a good excuse in case bakugo didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

“yeah you can whip somethin’ up for me. kirishima told me that mina said you have some bartendin’ experience.” he looked over his shoulder at you and flashed you a smirk. there was no doubt about it, this man was confident.

“that i do,” you smiled back at him, “so you’ve been asking about me, eh?” you joked, pouring together various liquids. so far, you were finding it relatively easy to converse with the blonde on your couch. mentally cursing yourself for having to admit that mina was right about him.

you decided to make yourself a simple mixture of pink whitney and lemonade. you made him a whiskey sour, remembering mina asking you to make one real quick after he and his last girlfriend had broken up and the group was due to come at any minute to cheer him up. she told you it was his favorite.

“how’d you know, huh?” he asked as you handed him the glass.

“i have my ways, besides, a magician never reveals her secrets.” you gave him a wink as you sat next to him on the couch. he had picked some netflix show that you never got the name of, mainly because as the night went on and the drinks kept coming, you found each other engrossed in conversation. hopping from one subject to the next and finding out you have a lot of similar interests. eventually, his jacket came off and was draped over the back of the couch. leaving his toned, muscular arms on display and ready to be eyefucked by you.

“no way! i would’ve never pegged you as a drummer!”

“believe it, sweets. what? pinky never told you?” the hand he had tracing circles on your exposed thigh did not go unnoticed. neither did the pet name. you’ve been practically drilling since you sat down next to him. unsure of if you’re actually this attracted towards him or just severely depraved of any action.

“truth be told, she never goes into too much detail about you. probably because you terrify me.” he furrowed his perfect brows at you.

“terrify you?” his hand moved up your thigh some more, your core that had ached since the moment he stepped in your house now screaming for something, anything. a damp patch starting to grow on your panties.

“oh come on, there’s no way you don’t recognize how intimidating you can be. especially since you’re a huge guy,” you gripped his bicep to try to and show him what you’re talking about, but you also just wanted an excuse to touch him. you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned into a smile or that his hand had moved to your waist, “plus, you’re always staring at me in such a mean looking way. could’ve had me convinced that you hate me.”

“hate you?” he started to lean in.

“yeah.” you leaned in to him too.

“‘m not sure if it’s just the alcohol talking, but i’m more than willing to show you just how big of a guy i am. i’ll show you i don’t hate you, just thought you were so fuckin’ sexy and didn’t know how to tell you.” the two of you were as close to each others faces that you could be without physically touching. your breaths fanning over his face and his to yours. his breath smelled like spearmint gum mixed with liquor.

“it’s definitely not the alcohol talking for me, wanted you since the moment you walked in.” and with that you finally closed the gap. making out with the huge blonde in the middle of your living room. hands running up and down each others bodies. yours making themselves at home in his blonde locks and his moving between groping your tits and ass, the movements making you moan into his mouth. suddenly, he pulled himself back. you gave bakugo a confused look.

“should we talk about this first? we’re both not completely there, y’know.” it startled you when he pulled away. it startled you even more when the caring words left his mouth. the gesture of wanting to make sure you weren’t taking advantage of each other while you both had alcohol in your system making you melt into his hands.

“no. i know i wan’ you, plus, im beginning to sober up.” you dove back in, but this time your lips found comfort in his neck. leaving soft kisses and nips on his sensitive skin while he tried to suppress the groans threatening to erupt from his chest. your hands found the hem of his shirt and started tugging it up. he took the hint and pulled his shirt off and throwing in behind the couch. letting you see his chest in all of its glory. any qualms the two of you may of had seemingly disappearing once his shirt was gone. he had a few blonde hairs on his chest and beautiful, tanned skin. his abs could compare to any body builder.

“y’know starin’s fuckin’s rude right, angel?” he grabbed your wrists and brought them to his chest. letting your fingers roam his nude upper half. you pinched and squeezed at his body, paying some extra attention to his nipples. the feeling of you touching his body was already becoming too much and a groan finally escaped his lips. “stop fuckin’ teasin’ me and lemme take your shirt off.”

you removed yourself from his chest and raised your arms, allowing him to take off your top. he moved his fingers slowly, delicately as if he were trying to give himself a show and savor every bit of your skin that was revealed as he pulled your shirt up. he was surprised to see that you had foregone a bra.

“such a dirty fuckin’ slut. so desperate for cock that you couldn’t even keep yourself decent.” he squeezed at your chest and took one of your nipples in his mouth. his wet tongue running circles over it again and again. he drank up the moans that left your mouth and you arched your back, making your chest press into him more and threw your head back.

“fuck bakugo!” you yelped out. you unconsciously started grinding your hips down onto his growing bulge. the arousal starting to leak through your panties and leaving a damp patch on the dark denim of his jeans. he moaned around your nipple at the contact, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight down to your core.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty y’know that?” he said as he released your nipple from his mouth, replacing it with his hands once more. his hands were rough and calloused, but felt oh so good on your aching body. “i would’ve gotten you outta your clothes ages ago if i knew how desperate you needed it.”

“oh yeah?” you said, breathlessly, “then show me how pretty you think i am.” katsuki’s stubbornness came to your advantage when you challenged him. you knew from nights where him and the group would play mario kart on your tv that he wasn’t one to back down and he certainly wasn’t one to lose. he finally let his hand slide under your skirt on grab ahold of your perfect peachy ass.

you kept your body moving back and forth on his. one of his hands rested lazily on your hip while the other gripped at your ass and moved you at an almost impossible pace on him. he removed the hand that was kneading your ass and moved it to your aching clit. using some of his fingers to push your panties to the side and using another to run his finger up and down your soaked slit whilst you still continued grinding into him. he let you coat his finger before bringing it back up to eye level.

“look at how fuckin’ wet you are f’me.” he twisted his finger to let the slickness catch the light. the tip of the finger started to prune because of the wetness. you were already started to approach orgasm from the rough grinding, but the sight of him admiring your arousal on his finger sped the process up. your hips starting to move even faster against him and he placed the finger in his mouth. moving his tongue up and down in a dramatic showcase just for you. slurping up any of your juices that dared to drip from his index with a wicked grin on his face.

the sight of him in combination with the rough grinding on your clit was enough to make the coil inside your stomach unravel. the pressure that had been steadily building for so long finally had you releasing a clear liquid all over his now ruined jeans. you threw your head into his shoulder as your body shook from such an intense orgasm. bakugo moving his hand down to rub you clit through your panties as you released a few more spurts of liquid.

“fuck, you just squirt f’me? just from some dry humpin’? you really are such a desperate slut.” he turned his head to whisper in your ear and his words made you start to gush again. he pushed your thighs back to give him some room to unbutton his pants and free his achingly hard cock from its confines. you had to admit, everything about him really was big. he wasn’t as long as some that you’ve had before, but boy was he thick. you eyed the vein the ran under his cock and his angry, red tip with a pearl of pre just waiting for you to suck.

you started to make your way out of his lap and down to the floor, but he grabbed your thighs and settled you back where you were resting before.

“you don’t want me to give you head?” you asked, quizzically.

“no, just fuckin’ need to get inside you.” he pushed your panties to the side once more.

“but baku-“

“don’t fuckin’ call me that after you squirted all over me. just call me katsuki.” you took ahold of your panties as he ran his cock up and down your wetness, lubing himself up. he lined himself up with your slippery entrance and grabbed your hips to keep you from slamming down onto him, you wanted this just as much as he did and you practically cried trying to throw yourself down onto him.

“please fuck me katsuki!” your eyes started filling with frustrated tears as you wiggled. your hips over him, trying to get some friction.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that, angel.” he gave you a devilish smirk and raised his hand to wipe some of the tears that dripped from your lashes.

you were desperate and willing to pull out all the stops to get what you wanted.

“fuck me daddy please i need you so fucking badly.” you didn’t even comprehend the words you were saying, so hellbent on getting him inside you. you watched his ruby eyes somehow darken even more with ravenous arousal.

“say that shit again.”

“fuck me daddy?” you said in a more confused than begging tone. the grip he had on your hips was so tight you were sure bruises would be left as he thrusted into your warm and inviting walls. the stretch of having him was so deliciously good that you either didn’t have any pain or it was easily overlooked. one of his hands found his face as he laid his head back on the couch. the sight of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself down on him was almost too hot to handle.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss and you roughly bounced up and down on his length. your tongues dancing together and his thighs beginning to flex from the pleasure of having you on him.

“fuck yeah baby uh throw that ass back on me. wish i could fuckin’ see it. fuck this cock shit fuckin’ use my body.” a harsh slap landed on your ass as he hiked your skirt up around your waist. making sure nothing could impede his perfect view. he loved watching his cock appear and disappear in in your tight folds. he used on his hands to spread your lips apart and get a good look at your glistening clit, the sight making him audibly groan. the lewd moans leaving your lips were loud enough for the neighbors to start pounding their fists on the other side of the wall.

“ignore them. jus’ wanna fuck you.” you said, voice barely above a whisper and tainted by strings of moans that kept leaving your body. his hips had now started to snap upwards into you. every time you bounced down on him, he fucked upwards causing his cock to reach impossibly deep in you. he put one of his hands over your belly and almost came just from the feeling of being able to feel himself deep in your guts.

“look at the way this pussy just sucks me in, you fuckin’ love it… you love the way i fuck this sweet pussy.. shit shit shit.” katsuki’s words shooting straight to your throbbing cunt and making you ride him and an impossible pace. the sound of skin slapping and the squelching of your juices fills your apartment and echos off the walls. your moans and his rough grunts somehow making the two of you even hornier. just two college kids with sex hormones going insane.

you really lost it when he leaned over and let a fat amount of spit slide off his tongue and onto the base of his cock before you slid down on him again. the added lube helping bring you closer to your second orgasm of the night. your pussy fluttering and clenching down on him.

“fuck, you’re close aren’cha? wanna cum on this cock? i wanna know what it feels like to have you cum around me.” his words causing the familiar burning sensation in your stomach to come back for a second time. one of his hands come down to roughly rub your clit and your nails start to dig into the junction where his neck and shoulders meet. sweat was causing his blonde hairs to stick to his forehead and his abs glisten.

“fuck yes mark me baby. wan’ everyone to know i’m fuckin’ yours.” his thumb rubbed your swollen clit at what felt like a near impossible pace and you know you were close to snapping once more.

“god fuck me daddy… fuck me daddy… fuck me daddy i need to cum around your cock! i need to feel you fill me up!” for the second time this night his eyes filled with carnal desire as he started relentlessly fucking into you once more. babbling in his pussy drunk state about how good you feel around him and how good he’s gonna fill you. words fall on deaf ears as your second orgasm overtakes you so hard that white flashes over your eyes and squeal at a deafening pitch. you grip his blonde locks as your long awaited release leaks down his thighs and onto the couch.

“that’s it baby. paint this cock with your cum. fuck i don’ know if i can last much longer.”

“jus’ fucking cum for me katsuki please, i need it so bad daddy please. god… fuck!” his pace never faltered, even though your pussy tried to force him out as you came. he just kept fucking up into you, desperate to let go.

“fuck fuck baby m’ gonna cum, gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good baby. take it fuckin’ take it all…. you on birth control? he whined in your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder completely fucked out. you managed to lift up a bit just to nod your head yes to his question. with your granted permission, his hips started to slightly falter and with a few more rough thrusts, he released his hot seed into your abused cunt. he threw his head back in ecstasy as he came so much it spilled out of you. you threw your hips onto him a few more times before he had to grab you to stop.

“fuckin’ hell angel are you tryin’ to kill me?” he said through breathless pants, shooting a tired smile at you. you smiled back at him with hazy eyes. it was clear you were both exhausted from the nights activities. in the room’s quietness, you heard him chuckle.

“what’s so funny hot-shot?” you looked up at him, confused.

“the screen, ain’t that fuckin’ classic.” he started laughing again as you turned over your shoulder to see netflix’s “are you still watching?” screen light up your living room. you couldn’t help laughing a bit too. after the laughing had ceased, the two of you remained in an embrace as he gently lifted you up and slid his now soft cock out of you.

he stroked your hair as you started to let sleep overtake you. bakugo didn’t mind. he thought your tired/fucked-out face was the most adorable sight to see.

“mmm ‘night katsuki.” your words came out slurred because of your sleepiness.

“g’night baby.” he heard you start to lightly snore against his chest. he continued petting your hair and rubbing your back, content with having you rest atop him. mina wasn’t supposed to come back until morning, so he didn’t have to worried about you guys getting caught naked with his limp dick still out.

he played on his phone for about ten minutes until he felt it vibrate. he looked at the top notification panel and saw it was his group message on snapchat that he sometimes dreaded being apart of. he slid open the chat and saw that it was kirishima that had texted.

hey man, how’s it goin between you 2?

it’s going fine. she’s sleeping right now.

well?

well what?

did you do it??????

are you fucking 12? just say sex.

is that a yes?

bakugo knew they knew the answer. they messed with denki the same way last time they knew he got laid. deciding to play into their little game, he pulled up the camera on snapchat while the group chat began to buzz to life as sero and kaminari also started typing. he angled the camera so none of your privates were seen, but enough so they got the point. he rested his large hand under your skirt and on your asscheek as he clicked the circular button to take the picture. neither of your faces visible, but his bare thighs and your bare back could be seen. he sent the picture and went back into the chat and started typing.

this answer your fucking question?

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[wri0thesley]

show me - welt x reader (3k)

it's easier if you show him, welt says. and if you show him . . . he'll show you too.

cw: afab reader (no pronouns). mutual masturbation, talk of past fantasising, welt has a corruption kink, reader is inexperienced. not sfw, minors dni.

[a/n: i used a random number generator to throw me some scenarios with some of my fav characters to write, kinks to write etc as a little birthday game for myself, and it threw up welt and mutual masturbation to begin with and it was so perfect for him i couldn't resist.]

Welt’s hands rest reassuringly on your thighs, warm and calloused – the single glove shed. His face above you is gentle as always; the stars reflecting off the glass of his spectacles, a small smile on his handsome face. His hair falling against his forehead, the silver threading through it catching the light.

“Show me,” he repeats to you again, his voice as low and calm as ever, even as your own heart jack-rabbits in your chest like a frightened animal. Your breath feels short. He sees the way that you take your steadying breath and smiles, one hand moving from your thigh to catch your chin in its grip and pull you into a kiss.

You melt against his mouth – he knows how to do this. Experience is clear in every moment of his lips upon yours; the way his tongue teases at the seam of your mouth, the way his teeth tug teasingly upon your bottom lip, the way that your jaw stays cradled in his sure embrace.

 “You don’t have anything to be afraid of,” he murmurs against your lips, breaking the kiss only the merest fraction of distance. “I just want to see how you touch yourself so I know what you like when I’m the one touching you.”

An embarrassed little squeak falls from your throat. 

It’s different, hearing it said aloud - and though it’s not the first time Welt has put forth the idea tonight, something about it still feels decadent and rich and sinful. You look up at him through the fringe of your lashes, your cheeks puffing out (Welt thinks that adorable; everything about you screams inexperience, and . . . a part of him, deep in his chest, roars with pleasure at the idea of being the one who gets to show you and teach you and have you in all of these ways for the first time). He smiles at you encouragingly once more, his thumb rubbing tender circles over your jawline. 

“I’ve never . . .” You swallow, heat rushing to the surface of your skin. “I haven’t ever done that in front of anyone, before.”

He raises one eyebrow and lets his smile curl the corners of his lips, always reassuring, always gentle, always patient. 

“But you have done it?” He presses, and you squeak again and for a moment he thinks you’re going to bury your face into his chest in embarrassment. 

You sit on his bed in nothing but a shirt that is too big for you (a faded cartoon kitten prances across your chest) and cotton underwear patterned with little roses, and Welt thinks he prefers you like this more than he’d enjoy you in lingerie and ribbons and lace. There’s something so real and raw - and yes, unfledged - about you in this manner. There is no pretense about you in this. You squirm under his gaze.

“. . . I’m not entirely innocent, Mr Yang,” you say, and there’s a prim little shadow to your words that has him achingly hard in his own nightclothes. He chuckles at your answer and presses a kiss onto your forehead in amusement, humming slightly as he pulls back to let you have more room on the bed. He walks his fingers up your calf, sending shivers all through your body, the hair standing up on end at the slow, luxurious contact.

Welt touches you like he’s holding himself back - forcing himself to go slow, tension simmering beneath his surface. You know that he holds back for your benefit - that there’s hunger in his eyes when he looks at you like he’d love nothing more than to throw you down onto his bed and have his way with you. Your insides give a twist at the thought; a bolt of heat between your thighs. 

Welt has already noticed you’re watering the roses on your pretty cotton underwear. 

“You’re playing a very good game of it,” he says, with only a little amused rebuke. “Here. Would it make you feel better if I touched myself too?”

You take a soft intake of breath, eyes flickering up to his - he holds your gaze with a firmness that remains as sweet as he can manage when his instincts are screaming to stop being so patient about all of this. 

“Th-that’s something you’d do? Over me?”

“That’s something I’ve done over you,” he corrects you. “More than once, my dear.”

You don’t quite know how to respond to that. Your breath hitches sweetly, and you toss your pretty head as if you can’t quite believe his confession. He continues, just to see you get more flustered - you’re so adorable when you’re nonplussed. And . . . a part of him delights in just how naively you respond to him saying how he has fantasised about you - a reminder of your own chastity. He longs to make you come undone. To ruin you.

“I’ve touched myself and thought about how pretty you’d look split open on my cock,” Welt murmurs, skating his thumb higher on your thigh, leaving a hot trail of desire in his wake. “What you’d sound like when I made you come. The way you’d taste when I bent my head between your thighs . . .”

You gasp softly as his thumb rubs over the seam of your sex, feeling the dampness there. You shudder under his touch for a moment, before you open your mouth and your words escape out in a rush. 

“You first,” you say, and it comes out a little more petulant and demanding than you’d meant it to - but Welt doesn’t scold you. He merely quirks an eyebrow at you. 

“Why,” he says, “I didn’t know you could be such a bratty little thing.” 

Your cheeks heat again, shoulders drawing in, rushing to apologise - but Welt chuckles again and pinches the softness of your thigh to stop you in your tracks.

“Don’t apologise,” Welt murmurs. “I think it’s rather cute.”

“O-oh,” you say, and you wet your lips, your tongue shining pink in the light of his cabin. He wonders how that tongue would feel tracing the veins of his cock - how your pretty lips would look, wrapped around his length, eyes gone wide at how thick he is. A gossamer strand of drool, perhaps, leaking from the corner of your mouth - your tongue licking and suckling at his reddened head like you were enjoying some kind of delicious treat . . .

Time to teach you how to do that later on. 

“Well,” you breathe, keeping your eyes firmly fastened on the spot at his crotch where his cock is longing to be freed from the confines of his own nightwear. “Will you? Show me first?” You look embarrassed. “It’s easier for me to . . . touch myself . . . i-if I have something to look at and think about--”

“Have you ever touched yourself and thought of me?” He asks, with a small smile, and your response - the whimper of embarrassment, the way that you avoid his eye - tells him all that he needs to know. “Ah. How flattering.”

“Mr Yang . . .” 

His eyes go half-lidded and he sighs, shifting backwards again - reaching to the waistband of his trousers to push them down and free his cock. He lets you look at it - thicker than average, a length he’s never had any complaints about, tip ruddy and ridged with veins that pulse in time with his heartbeat, silvery precome soaking the head - before he gently lets himself take hold of it. It jumps in his hand at the contact. 

“I love it when you call me that,” he says. His glasses slip down the bridge of his nose, clouded with the heat of the moment - but that just allows you a better view of his eyes, pupils blown wide as he rubs his thumb over the slit at the head of his cock. He sighs.

. . . He’s so handsome. The ravages of age have touched him only lightly; silvery streaks in his hair, fine crow’s feet at his eyes, smile lines at his generous mouth. Unconsciously, you let your own thumbs hook into the waistband of your underwear. You’re a little embarrassed at how it sticks to your cunt as you roll it down your own thighs - the threads of your arousal clinging on, the gusset all damp with your own slick. But Welt’s eyes flicker to it and he sighs again, slowly pumping his hand up and down his shaft. 

“Spread your legs for me,” He says to you, voice stern but kindly. “Let me see all of you, pretty thing.”

You bite your lip, but you let him see - urge your thighs apart to reveal yourself fully, cunt wet and dripping onto his bed. You stay very still for a moment, as Welt takes in the view - his sharp eyes caressing every inch of you, learning you as if he intends to know your body by heart. He smiles a secret smile that manages to be at once gentle and predatory as you tremble beneath the intensity of the gaze.

“You don’t disappoint,” he murmurs. “You’re even lovelier in the flesh. Look at how wet you are. Is that all for me?”

You are wet - you’re not sure you’ve ever been this wet before in your life. Even as Welt looks at you, you feel your cunt clench around nothing; an emptiness inside of you that you wish were being filled by Welt’s fingers or his cock or anything at all. Your clit throbs at the exposure to the cool air, sensitive. 

You nod shyly, and Welt exhales through his clenched teeth. The hand on his cock remains slow, his pumps purposeful instead of frenzied. As he works his own shaft, more precome bubbles from his tip, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the thought of wrapping your mouth around him. 

“Come on,” he encourages. “Let me see how you touch yourself.” 

“O-okay,” you exhale again softly, and let one of your hands drift down to between your thighs. It hovers there for a moment nervously, unsure what to do - but you try to let the tension drain from your shoulders, the embarrassment of being so thoroughly studied fade, and you concentrate on what Welt is doing instead. The rhythmic motion of his hand as it works his cock, the way it twitches in his grip at the sight of you. You let two of your fingers dip between the plump lips of your cunt and a whimper falls from your mouth. “S-sorry for being noisy, Mr Yang--”

“Oh . . .” Welt sighs. “Don’t apologise on my account, my dear. You’re very nice to hear after imagining what it would sound like for so long.”

Your fingers slide down to your entrance, slippery with your own slick. You feel yourself pulse at contact as you circle it, huffing out a hot breath. 

Welt does not stop touching himself; alternating the slides of his hand on his cock with rubs to his slit, loosening and tightening his grip on his own shaft as he watches you slowly, slowly, slide a finger inside of yourself. He sees that you cling tightly to only one finger; that droplets and rivulets of your arousal ooze out from around the finger. He hears that the noise of your cunt sucking your digit in is indecently loud and wet - you deserve to have something more fulfilling put inside of you. Welt hopes you will allow him, one day, to fill you up more thoroughly.

A soft whine escapes parted lips as you urge your thighs wider and begin to slowly move the finger inside of you. Your other hand moves to part the lips of your sex, fingers in a ‘v’ formation, showing him a tantalising glimpse of your clit and how it stands swollen and hard for attention. He licks his own lips without realising he’s doing it, imagining wrapping them around the little bud and suckling upon it until you cry out, fingers tangled in his hair. How pretty you are.

He wishes he could draw you right now; an erotic tableau for his eyes only, a memory made paper he could return to on lonely nights. You’re so lovely. So much better in the flesh. 

You get shy after displaying yourself for him so lewdly; the hand spreading you open dips between your folds and begins to circle your clit instead, rubbing clumsily backwards and forwards on it. A smile plays at his mouth. You may have touched yourself and thought about him, but nobody has ever really taken the time to teach you the finer points of self-pleasure - you’re unsure and awkward, fingers slipping, whimpers falling from your mouth and face scrunching sweetly in frustration that you can’t quite get it to feel as good as you know it could. 

That makes him harder; the ball of tension in his stomach draw in tighter. Such sweet naivety, so green to the ways of the world . . . Welt will take great pleasure in finding exactly what motions on your clit have you squealing. What rhythms of your fingers will get you gasping. Teaching. 

Time enough for that later. Right now, he watches you - the pump of one lone finger, the awkward rubbing of your clit. The thought of you alone in your cabin with your face in a pillow to muffle your whimpers almost makes him come early.

(He wonders how you prefer to do it, if nobody is watching. Do you lie like this, on your back, fingers delving between the pretty folds of your cunt? Or do you prefer hands and knees, imagining being fucked from behind? Perhaps you slip a pillow between your thighs and dry-hump it until it’s saturated through with your slick, imagining yourself atop of someone. Imagining yourself atop of him.)

He lets you struggle along for a few more minutes, before the sight of your awkward inexperience is just too adorable to bear for a moment longer. 

“That’s right,” Welt murmurs, his eyes so focused on you that you feel like they’re burning. “I think you could take another finger, pretty thing. Let me see how you look stretched around something wider so I can imagine my cock inside of you.”

A strangled noise, aroused and bashful, falls out of you but you obey him even so. You press a second finger inside of yourself, and Welt doesn’t fail to notice how it’s a tight fit even like that. How tight would you feel, then, clinging to his cock? How hot and wet and snug would you feel if he were buried inside of you, hips stuttering into you over and over until your insides moulded to the shape of him? The wet squelching sounds of your fingers working in and out of you mix in the air with your laboured panting, the slick sound of his hand over his cock as he works it faster and faster. Unconsciously, he shifts closer to you. 

“Mr Yang,” you whine, a pitiful little noise. “I-I’m not going to last very long--”

“Fuck.” He breathes out. His cock jumps in his hand as you speak - you’re so very pretty like this, frustrated and teetering on the edge of your orgasm and embarrassed all at the same time. He isn’t going to last very long either. Just touching isn’t enough any more. “Stay still, pretty.”

He shifts - and you cry out in surprise as he gathers himself on his knees, as he works himself closer to you, using the hand not wrapped around his cock to take the one of yours currently shyly circling your swollen clit. His fingers intertwine with yours as he presses your hand down on the bed - and slaps the head of his cock against your clit.

The intertwined fingertips dig into the roughened flesh of his hand. You whine out again as he continues to pump his shaft, but this time with every movement of his fist the flushed leaking tip of his cock nudges at your clit, mixing his precome with your slick until tears are beading in your eyes. The entire experience is decadent and wet and feels wonderful - your fingers inside of you, Welt’s cock gliding all over the hard nub of your clit. It’s like a scene dropped from a fantasy you’d never let yourself think too hard about.

Your release doesn’t sneak up on you so much as it all falls upon you at once - rushing up on all sides to overwhelm you with heat and pleasure, hot and desperate jolts of electricity as your mouth falls open and you whine and your cunt clenches and tenses around your fingers and your release coats your fingers in an extra gush of wetness. You’re breathing heavily as you come, whining and whimpering filling the air of his cabin. 

“Mr Yang-- Welt, please-- I want you to come too--”

The way you say his surname and his forename and the little plea are all too much for him. His own breath labours as his hips stutter, and his cock jumps and jitters and twitches in his grip - and strings of his own pearl release paint your cunt like he’s marking you out as his. He chases the dregs of his orgasm, smearing his release all into your already-wet folds, making a mess of you - but as he does, you just sigh prettily and your fingers squeeze his own where they are entwined and he thinks he could stay here forever.

You’re both silent for a few moments, the air filled with the lightning crack of something changing. You look at one another and think how beautiful the other is, how every moment lives up to the fantasy--

“Mr Yang,” you say, shyly, when your breath has returned to normal. “I’d . . . like for you to know what some of your other fantasies are like. I-in person, I mean. For real.”

He looks at you. His other hand cups your cheek as he pulls your face forward, resting his forehead against yours. A soft smile plays on his lips.

“I would like that very much.”

#writing #hsr x reader #welt x reader #welt yang x reader #welt smut #welt yang smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #not sfw text #its my birthday i bring gift

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this is quite self indulgent (you have no obligation to respond if this is not something you are down to write, i totally get it lol), but as someone with ptsd, i get nightmares more nights than i don’t. this kinda made me realize- how would keeper! simon react if he can hear feral having a nightmare in her room, especially with his rule of letting their space be theirs and theirs alone? how do you think the other would react to one if they were watching her?

(also, can i be ☘️ anon?? this and the scientist au live in my head rent free and i have so may ideas lol)

Hi!! You can absolutely be ☘️! Welcome aboard!!

And oooh yeah, nightmares I can def do.

The first time it happens is early on in your time with him. No surprise, your life has been turned upside down and you’re still very frightened of him! It’s entirely understandable. He also knows that going in to wake you up probably won’t help.

So he turns your light on so that when you wake up, it won’t be dark. He leaves a glass of water at the door, and a heating pack in case you need it.

The next morning, he’s extra slow and careful with you. You’re so tired you barely even notice.

Later on, he starts gently waking you. He doesn’t mind that you react violently, just makes sure you don’t fall out of your tall bed. He offers you things - water, snacks, a trip outside for fresh air, a cuddle? The first time you ask him to just… stay, don’t speak don’t touch, just be in the room, his heart melts. He stays until you fall asleep.

He gets you a pretty fake moon that he hangs from the ceiling. It casts a pretty soft glow that’s much easier to wake up to after nightmares. You bump your forehead against his arm in thanks for that.

When you two actually have a bond, though, you’re running into his room if he’s not already in yours. The “your bed is untouchable” rule no longer applies if you’re screaming and sobbing and hyperventilating in your sleep. And that’s by your own permission! You told him that!

You can’t handle being held after a nightmare, don’t like feeling trapped or pinned. So he just stays where you can see him, hands to himself and you decide the level of contact. Sometimes you yank him down to play with his hair to soothe yourself. Sometimes you lean into his side for something sturdy and warm. On really bad nights, the two of you go back to his room. He lies on his side facing away and you press against his back, palm flat to make your breaths match his. He stays awake all night those times, just to make sure you sleep alright.

When he’s away, you’re much more likely to have nightmares. Unfortunately, the care guides are not very helpful. You won’t let anyone do what he does for you, and you react to them all differently.

Price takes a similar approach to Simon in the beginning. Leaves things for you to comfort yourself with and stays available if you need to be with someone. Later on, after you’ve gotten more used to him, sometimes you creep out of your room and sit in the couch with him. It works for you, even if you’re very tired and grumpy the next day.

Johnny will only enter your room if it’s really bad to wake you up. Those are the few times you’ve apologized for biting or scratching him. He brings you hot chocolate and holds your hand a respectful distance away, sometimes on the couch, sometimes on the floor of your room. He asks what you’ve dreamed of, but you never tell him.

Gaz is allowed in your room always to wake you up. You feel so bad if he doesn’t dodge fast enough and gets hit or bit. He just shakes it off a little smile and squeezes your hand. He takes you out to the sunporch to look at the stars under blankets usually. Or cuddles up on the couch with you to watch cartoons or comedies or tiktoks. Sometimes if he asks, you do tell him. But you feel bad for doing that whenever you do.

#asks #my writing #fanfiction #cod #thoughts™️ #reader fic #keeper ghost #kept pet ghost #dark fic #kyle gaz garrick #john price #john soap mactavish #keeper/kept au #☘️ anon

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Chapter 15

Summary: It's the morning after Y/n's drunken night and they have no idea where they are. Wanda recruits Agatha to help with a legal issue. And Tommy and Billy have a tournament that they are excited about.

A/n: Y'all this is almost 10k so please don't be mad at me for the slow update haha. Also, this kind of got away from me so I hope it's good? I don't know. Also, I can't believe we're at Chapter 15 and it's not even close to being done! Ugh, I have such good chapters planned too! I can't wait to write them. Anyways... Enjoy!

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You wake up, confused by your surroundings. You fear for a moment that you might've slept with someone random at the bar the night before. You don’t remember getting flirty with someone but with the way things have been you wouldn’t be surprised if you acted impulsively the night before. You groan softly as you shut your eyes. The last thing you need right now is another compilation. So you're careful as you step out of the bed, hoping you’re able to make a clean escape. 

You're filled with relief as you find yourself fully clothed as you sit on the slightly familiar bed. Is this an ex’s bed? Did you call Daisy? No, you doubt she’d have answered anyway. You are almost certain she has blocked your number by now. Then you think back to who you invited and consider that maybe this is Darcy’s home. Your head is pounding as you wrack your brain to remember where you know these soft sheets from. As you look around the room you notice pills on the nightstand and a glass of water. You take the pills and brace yourself to stand up. As you stand in the middle of the room, it clicks in your mind where you are and you can’t believe it took you so long to figure it out. Wanda. You stretch before you walk out of the room. 

As soon as you open the door, you're greeted with an inviting aroma. You follow it as if you were a cartoon character all the way down the stairs. Wanda is in the kitchen cooking French toast. “That smells amazing,” you compliment through a yawn. 

“Good morning,” she says as she hands you a cup of steaming coffee. “You gave us all quite the scare last night,” she says as she keeps her focus on the stove. She isn’t ready to look at you after what went down between the two of you last night. With how much restraint you’ve shown her in the past, she is upset that you kissed her last night. She knows that she is guilty of kissing you when she shouldn’t have but she couldn’t let go of the annoyance she feels towards you for drinking so much. You were supposed to be the stable one out of the pair of you. 

“I'm sorry,” you say with a frown. “I shouldn't have had so much to drink. I just. Things have been really weird lately. I don't really know what or how to process. I don't know. There's no excuse. I shouldn't have gotten so wasted that I don't remember last night and you shouldn't have had to take care of me.” 

Wanda places the toast on a plate as she listens to you express your guilt. “It’s okay. I'm glad Darcy called me. She and two giant guys couldn't keep you under control. It gave me a bit of an ego boost,” she smiles playfully as she takes a sip from her mug. She’s going to give you a pass because you’ve given her many. “Besides, it's not like I haven't done worse with you before. It happens. Just don't make a habit of it.” 

You nod as you remember the time Wanda got drunk with you and tried to convince you to have sex with her. At least nothing like that happened last night. You hope. “I promise, I won't,” you state as you watch her continue to cook. You find her attractive when she performs even the simplest of tasks. You wonder how you'll be able to sustain a friendship with her now that you're both single again. You pat your pockets for your phone to direct your attention to downloading a dating app before you let your heart convince you into doing something to jeopardize this friendship. 

“Are you going to tell me what it was about or do I need to mind my own business?” Wanda asks as she adds more toast to the plate. 

“I um,” you sigh as you close your phone and return it to your pocket. You look at her again and then look down into your mostly full mug. “Jean and Anna want to have a baby. With me. Except not with me. Well, they want me to help make him or her or them, they just don't want me to be the kid's parent.” 

Wanda quickly turns off the burner and looks at you with wide eyes. “What?”

You nod, “Yup and they expect me to have sex with Jean. No, wait, how did Anna put it?” You tap your chin as you try to remember. “Ah yes, they want me to fornicate with Jean for reproductive purposes only.” You scoff as you bring the mug up to your lips and take a drink.

“I can't,” Wanda shakes her head. “I don’t even know where to begin to process that,” she says as she resumes cooking the breakfast. You set the mug down and look around to make yourself useful. You start chopping the vegetables she has out so that you can busy your hands and attempt to make omelets. “Are you thinking about saying yes?” 

You sigh, “Only because I keep thinking about how much Rachel would love it. I mean.” You stop chopping and turn to lean against the counter and face Wanda. “I never talk about this but I had an older brother. I didn't get to know him because he passed away before my first birthday. But my parents would talk about him. There are pictures of the four of us in an album somewhere. And I've thought about how different my life would have been if I still had him. I wonder if my parents divorce would have been easier if I had someone by my side to go through it with me.” You cross your arms and shake your head. 

“Rachel has already gone through her parents divorce alone, Y/n,” Wanda reminds you. “Giving them a baby isn't going to change that. She's ten, she's going to be facing big changes soon and a baby isn't going to be able to help support her. In fact, I think a baby will distract from the vital issues she is bound to face. Especially when she'll need her mom's the most. I think you need to take her out of this equation.” 

You nod, “That's… well, you’re not wrong.” You scratch your cheek in thought. Trying to come up with a reason why you think you should say yes. “Jean pointed something else out to me,” you start and Wanda gives you her full attention as she stops cooking entirely. “I can have more kids whenever I want. Jean and Anna are ready to have a baby now and they don't want to have to compromise on a dream of theirs because of their inability to,” you struggle for a moment to come up with a way to end the sentence, “reproduce on their own.” 

Wanda licks her lips as she thinks. She didn’t realize that Jean had this much control over you that you would tear yourself apart in order to keep her happy. She thought the two of you had the healthiest relationship she’d ever seen of a divorced couple but now she can see how wrong she was. You cannot say no to Jean and it’s killing you at the thought of having to. It seems as though there isn’t a thing she could ask of you that you will say no to. She was the one that asked for the divorce. She wanted to keep the house you put so much care in. Wanda had only been there once when Rachel invited the boys over to play. Rachel gave her a tour of everything you’d ever fixed. Vision wouldn’t even replace the batteries in the TV remote and he was pissed that he lost the house in the divorce. You cared about that house but you gave it up without a fight. 

You once told Wanda about a car you saved up for in high school and paid for on your own but Jean convinced you to sell it, you did so without a thought. Your version of the story was that Jean had just told you that she was pregnant and that she didn’t think it was practical. There was a picture of it with you and Jean on the hood sitting on a shelf at her house. When Wanda asked if that was the same car from the story she was told. Jean laughed and claimed that she had you sell the car months before she found out she was pregnant simply because she didn’t like it. But because you are who you are, your memories were altered to believe the decision was made as a parent. That wasn't Jean's fault, it's just the way you had programmed yourself when you were young and in love. 

This, however, wasn't about a car. She'd actually prefer that you sit here and tell her about Jean asking you to buy her a car. But asking you to procreate with her this way is… Wanda can't even fathom how the two normally level headed women came to this conclusion. 

“Are you willing to sign away your parental rights? This isn't a closed adoption situation. You would have to see this child at least every Sunday for years,” she stresses the length in time to prove a point. “I think I've gotten to know you well enough that I can say, you aren't the kind of person to just help bring a kid into the world and not be part of their life.” Wanda shakes her head. 

You go back to working on the omelets as you go quiet. You didn't know what to do or say. All you know for certain at the moment is that you are hungry and that you want to have an omelet with the French toast that Wanda made. “Do you have any bacon?” You ask as you rummage around her refrigerator. “Yes, you do!” You find it before she answers. Wanda is concerned about your sudden change in attitude as she watches you move around the kitchen.  But she doesn’t say anything else. If you want to move on from the subject, she will move on from the subject.

While the two of you are sitting at the kitchen table eating in silence, Wanda is thinking of ways to help you if you do agree to help Jean have another baby. It wasn't fair to ask so much of you. What would you even get out of this? She can’t believe the couple is being so selfish. The entire time you were staying here, you were putting in a lot of overtime and it was painful to watch you come here beaten down and exhausted. And yet you smiled around the kids, you were playful and were very helpful in putting them to bed. Wanda could see it in your eyes that you were stressed but you never let it show. She thought about how dirty you came back every night. Evidence that you have to put in a lot of hard and physically demanding labor in order to provide. Something that many people have the luxury of never having to experience. Wanda thought about how grateful she would be to you if she had to depend on you that way. What she would do to show her appreciation. Meanwhile Jean and Anna are coming up with more ways for you to spend that hard earned money on anyone but you. 

As you ate your breakfast, your mind was running around in circles about the whole thing. Even though you had a week so far to think it over, you realize that focusing on work and getting drunk every night didn't make the decision easier and it definitely didn't make any of the issues disappear. You didn't want to do this but you couldn't think of a good reason not to other than you simply didn’t want to. That doesn’t seem like enough. Not when it comes to something like this. Since you couldn't think of a good argument, you felt that your hands were tied and you might as well do it for Jean. Er, for Rachel? No, Wanda is right, Rachel cannot be a factor in this decision. But it feels weird making the decision based on your ex-wife. She isn’t your wife, which means you’re not obligated to her anymore. Only Rachel. The thought is freeing as you begin to analyze your relationship with Jean. This causes you to worry you about transferring most of your paychecks to Jean instead of directly to the hospital because she said that she should be the one to manage the payments. Was she putting the money where it’s meant to go or was she doing something else with it? She wouldn’t do that. Would she? Nothing seems as clear cut as it used to. 

“Do you want a baby?” Wanda asks as the two of you take care of the dishes together. 

You shake your head, “Not right now. I've had to dip into the secret college fund I have for Rachel to pay rent this month. Not a lot but still. I’m not financially in a place to have another kid. I always thought I’d wait to even have kids when I checked all of the boxes and then well, Rachel happened.” 

“You have a college fund for Rachel?” Wanda asks as she dries the plate. You nod as you scrub a glass cup. “Why is it a secret?”

“Because, there is the one Jean and I started when Rachel was born and that one Jean is constantly using as a rainy day fund,” you state politely because she really did use it as a savings to pay for anything she didn’t want to use her money on. As you continue to wash the dishes you're starting to wonder if she even adds money in there at all at this point or if it’s only you. “The one I have kept a secret, I started after the divorce because I can't really trust Jean with money. She actually used the last attempt of the joint college fund on the DJ for her wedding last year. It was Anna’s cousin and he didn't actually need to be paid since he's in high school and the entire setup was his laptop, my bluetooth speakers, and YouTube. He didn't even have a paid plan so there were a lot of ad breaks throughout the event. The worst part of it all is that he has Spotify premium but he didn't want to use it because he didn't want his recommendations to be all, in his words ‘lesd up,’” you shake your head as you recall the sweaty sixteen-year old that vaped away your daughters college money all night. 

The more the two of you talk the more Wanda is finding reasons why you shouldn't get involved in this. Jean might say that you would have no involvement with the child but what happens when she's having a rough financial patch and she goes to the courts for child support? Wanda knew she was going to have to call Agatha as soon as she dropped you off. You clearly needed someone to intervene and Wanda has just appointed herself to be the one to do it. 

“You don't have to give me a ride home, I can pay for a ride home,” you mutter as you pull your phone out of your pocket. Wanda swipes it out of your hands. 

“Are you crazy? I've seen the medical bills you guys have to pay, you need to be saving as much as you can,” Wanda says as she puts the device in her pocket. “You can have it back when you're home.” You roll your eyes but apologize as you express your gratitude. She was being kind. You didn't need to be giving her this much attitude when she was doing nice things for you. 

The two of you chat lightly in the car ride to your apartment. You don't want to dive into the issues on your mind and Wanda doesn't want to upset you further. “Oh! Tommy and Billy have a big match coming up for their martial arts classes. They're really excited about it. Billy is more nervous than excited but he's still really into the whole thing. I've asked him if he wants to do something else but he's pretty dedicated to the sport. I'm glad he's staying committed. Besides, it'd be really unfair for Tommy to be better trained in how to beat up the poor kid more than he already does. At least this way, Billy has a chance.” 

You smile as you agree. Billy needed the martial arts classes more than Tommy did but at least they could be fighting on an even level. “Hey, what was that brand of vodka you gave me last night?” Wanda makes a face as she doesn't recall giving you any vodka last night. “Come on, I'm not going to go on another binge. It was just really good and really familiar. What was it called?” 

Wanda tries to wrack her brain for a memory of what she could have served you the night before. “I didn't, I only gave you - oh,” she smiles at you for a second and quickly returns her attention to the road ahead of her. “It was water. You wouldn't drink it so… I kind of tricked you.” 

You shake your head. “I don't know if I could trust you ever again,” you say dramatically as you turn to face the window on your side of the car. “I can't even look at you.”

“What?! I was trying to keep you alive!” 

“By lying to me?” You playfully accuse. 

“It was for your own good!” She argues. You cross your arms over your chest and pout as you slouch in your seat. 

“I'm not a child,” you say in a baby-like voice, making Wanda laugh. Her laugh breaks your act and you sit up laughing with her. It goes quiet for a bit as she gets closer to your apartment building. Then you remember the crazy work schedule you have. “Hey uh, can you help me with picking up Rachel from school this week? I'm not going to work as late as the past few weeks but I don't think I'll get out in time and I want to avoid her moms as much as I can while we figure out this whole thing.”

“You ask a lot of me,” Wanda says as a joke but you don't catch it at first so you start to stumble on an apology. “I’m kidding, of course I'll be happy to help you out with Rachel.” She doesn't mind helping with your daughter because she loves her almost as if she were her own child. Plus her boys behave better when Rachel is around. It doesn't hurt that Wanda will get to see more of you, but that’s not why she agrees. 

“Thank you,” you smile at her, grateful for her generosity. You have no idea what you would do without her. You have no idea how you’ve gotten this far in life without her. You want to express more than a simple thank you but you decide against it. Now is not the time. 

The next day you go over what you want to say to Jean and Anna on your drive to their house. You practice denying them over and over again. It goes poorly during the fake scenarios. One of the scenarios even ends with you offering to set up a date to start the process. You don't know why it's so hard for you to say no to Jean. You've done it plenty of times. You think. You can't come up with an example of when you've been able to say no and put your foot down when it concerns your ex-wife. But that doesn't mean that it hasn't happened. 

As you walk to the door you whisper the words over and over again to yourself but once Jean opens the door the word gets lost in the back of your throat. “Have you thought about it some more?” Jean asks innocently. She's giving you a look that has made you crumble and cave into anything she has asked of you over the years. 

“Um,” you start as you hold eye contact with her. Rachel has so much of her, you wonder if a new baby would look more like you or… No! You have to remind yourself that you're not doing it. You're not going to agree to this. “I have given it some consideration and I-” 

Rachel hobbles by with Anna behind carrying her school bag. She should have been able to get one of those scooters. You shake your head slowly as you take the bag from Anna. Hoping that it’s enough of an answer since Rachel is present. You watch Jean’s expression drop. “Baba! Look at all of the signatures I got at school!” Rachel says excitedly as she shows off her cast.

“Wow, look at you miss popularity,” you smile at her and she blushes as she calls you a dork. “Let's get going, sweetheart.” You walk with her to the car and Jean follows, she helps you get Rachel into the truck and once the door is shut, she asks you to reconsider. “Jean, do you know what you're asking of me? Do you really have no idea what this would do to me?” 

“This isn't about you and it isn't about me! It's something bigger than both of us!” She argues a little too loud for your liking. 

You hold your hands up as you start to walk to the driver's side of the vehicle. “I'm not going to talk to you when you're like this. I don't even recognize you right now,” you shake your head. Jean grabs your shoulder and forces you to look at her. 

“You can't say no,” she pleads, “I need you. Please. Please reconsider.” You look into her eyes and feel your throat close up. You were in love with her once upon a time. You would do anything for her. You have done everything for her. But this was too much. It’s gone too far. 

“I can't, I'm sorry. You have to find someone else,” you tell her softly. Jean lets go of your shoulder and storms off to the house. She slams the door and you enter the truck with a confused and concerned daughter. “It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Mom is just,” you shake your head, not really having the words. “Anyway, I'm going to work late this week so I asked Wanda to pick you up with the boys if that's okay with you.” You inform her to get her mind onto something more positive. 

Rachel lights up. Completely forgetting about her mom’s odd behaviour. “Are we staying with her again?” 

You shake your head as you start the engine. “No, no, that was a one time thing honey. She's just going to take you to her house and I'll pick you up from there. Okay?” 

Rachel frowns for a second but quickly perks up. “Okay, that will be cool.” She puts on some music and it cheers you up to hear her happy little voice singing again. 

“Wanda! Darling, how are you?” Agatha greets Wanda with a hug. “What is this big emergency?” Wanda had asked Agatha to brunch a few hours before she had to pick up the boys from their dad's. 

Her friend is a family attorney and she has seen many unique cases over the years. If there was anyone that might be able to help you, Wanda believes it will be Agatha. “It's about a friend of mine. They have been put in an interesting position and I was wondering if you could help me understand their rights.” 

Agatha looks at Wanda as she ponders her words. A waiter walks by and she stops him. “Hey there cutie, do you mind getting my friend and I here a couple of mimosas. Thank you, you are such a gem!” The young man blushes as he walks off to get the drinks. “What's the position your friend has been put in exactly?” Agatha asks Wanda, assuming that it has something to do with Wanda and she’s a bit embarrassed. 

“They've been asked to help bring a child into the world and then sign away any parental rights should they succeed in conceiving. Giving the mother sole custody and the other parent a front row seat to their childs-” 

“I'm going to stop you right there. I actually know what you're talking about,” Agatha cuts her friend off. 

“You do?” Wanda is shocked, she begins to wonder if your friends told her or worse, if Jean and Anna hired her. 

“Yes, I just didn't think it was going to be a real issue. I mean, the idea came from a shrooms trip, I wasn't exactly inclined to believe them. Oh! Thank you,” Agatha takes the mimosa from the waiter. “You are really earning your tip, sweetheart. While I have you, I'll take two omelet breakfast burritos with a side of french toast and a side cup of fruit. Wanda? What are you having?” 

Wanda is thrown off by the new information she had just received that she doesn't remember a single menu item that she had been mulling over while waiting for Agatha. “I-I suppose I'll have the same. Thank you,” she hands the waiter the menu and takes a sip from her mimosa. “So wait, they told you about this?” Wanda asks as she tries to make sense of anything. 

“You're talking about Jean and Anna right?” Wanda nods. “Then yeah, at your new years eve party, we were sharing stories about experimenting with a substance or two and they said that they had taken shrooms on their day off to help them heal or whatever and they both saw a baby that was supposed to be theirs and they were thinking of asking Y/n to help them,” Agatha explains and suddenly everything seems clearer to Wanda. Why else would they think this was a sane idea? 

“Wow,” Wanda shakes her head just as she gets into the details of what Jean and Anna actually asked of you. The food comes out before Wanda is finished explaining, interrupting her for a moment. Agatha shakes her head as she cuts into her burrito shaped eggs when her friend continues the absurd story. 

“The nerve,” she says as she stabs her fork into her food. “The amount of cases I see where people are begging for the other biological parent to give a single fuck about their children is ridiculous as it is. But never do I experience someone expecting a caring person to give that up.” Wanda agrees. She has to work so hard to keep Vision in her kids' lives. Part of her has thought about what it would be like to just stop calling him, stop dropping the boys off, but she knows that doesn't benefit the boys. Besides, he would most likely use that as a reason to take her to court or use it as a way to tarnish her reputation with mutual friends and colleagues. He's very good when it comes to working a room against those he loathes the most. 

“I don't want to believe that Y/n would agree to something like this but, I am still getting to know them. It seems like Jean is a person in their life that they can't say no to,” Wanda starts. “What legal steps do you think Y/n should take in order to protect themselves and their rights in this matter.” 

Agatha tips her head side to side as she thinks. “You're lucky I lost that bet, because if Jean and or Anna had to pay me on new years eve then I wouldn't be able to help. It would have made it a little more difficult, I should say.” She pulls one of her business cards out of its holder and hands it to Wanda. “Give this to Y/n as soon as possible and have them book an appointment immediately. I'll have to take a lot less than my normal fee but I'm willing to take the case and be their lawyer. Besides, it's a requirement that I take a few pro bono cases a year. This will help me meet my quota. Y/n just has to be vigilant and meet with me first.”

Wanda nods as she listens to every direction carefully. Agatha then changes the subject to her dating life and how she's thinking about taking a break from the dating scene. Mostly because one of her hookups turned out to be the gym teacher at the kids school. She didn't know until after an awkward encounter when Nicholas had been dropped off early without her knowledge and he recognized his gym teacher. “Poor boy is traumatized, we're both starting individual therapy this week,” Agatha concludes as she takes a sip of the tea the waiter brought out for her. 

“You're seeing a therapist?” Wanda’s mouth hangs open. 

“Close your mouth, you'll catch flies,” Agatha taps the tips of her fingers against the bottom of Wanda's chin. Wanda shuts her mouth. 

“I'm sorry, I just, I never saw you as the therapy type is all. But, no, I'm sorry that came out all… that's great!” Wanda stumbles on her words, amusing Agatha. 

“Oh please, I've been very vocal over the years about how you and Carol are the only therapy I need. But, well, now Nicholas is scarred for life and it was my actions that caused that, so I have to face the consequences,” Agatha elaborates. “We'll see how it goes, of course.” 

On Monday, Bucky and Thor check in at the start of their shifts when they arrive at the job site. They each take turns in expressing their concerns and you assure them that you are fine. You thank them and they eventually move on to do their part of the job but you can tell that they don't fully believe you. It’s not something you can dwell on when you’re working. It’s dangerous to think about anything other than work when you’re here. A distraction and a simple mistake could cost someone’s life in this industry. 

After a long shift, you drive to Wanda’s house to pick up Rachel. You’re exhausted but you mentally prepare yourself to be in Rachel’s presence. You know that she will have so much to talk about and you want to give her your undivided attention. Plus, you’re going to have to have the energy to make her dinner. When you pull up to Wanda’s driveway, you call your friend to have her send your daughter out but she invites you inside. You didn't want her to invite you to stay for dinner because she was already doing so much for you, but Wanda is pretty convincing. After some resistance, you end up in her bathroom to clean up for dinner. Washing your face and your hands to remove the dirt and grime.

Dinner starts with Tommy and Billy going on and on about the tournament that they're training for. Just as Wanda warned that they would. You hang onto their every word as they describe what they practice at the dojo. Eventually they get too excited and start talking over each other, resulting in them to start bickering with each other. 

“Hold on, boys. Please, you can go one at a time. I don't mind hearing both of your perspectives,” you say calmly to get them to focus on the subject rather than the argument of who should tell the story. The boys are so used to competing for Vision’s attention that neither considered that you’d like to hear from the both of them. Wanda watches as you get them to settle down without raising your voice or threatening them with some sort of punishment. She can't see why Jean would want to cut you out of this part of having a child. But she definitely understands why she's asking to have another child with you. Your patience is giving Wanda baby fever. 

Then you make sure that Rachel gets to talk about her day once her boys have gone on too long. You listen with the same enthusiasm that you showed her boys as Rachel goes on about how she was a warrior princess during recess even though Wanda doubts you have any interest in either of the topics. When Rachel is done speaking, you turn to Wanda. “And how was your day? I know it's tough to follow ninja training,” you gesture to the twins, “and my little warrior princess. But I’d still love to hear about it.” Your tone is soft as you speak to her. Wanda finishes her meal to occupy her mouth as she thinks of a proper response and to stop herself from blushing because of your attentiveness. 

“It was good. I got a lot of work done and then I picked up the kids,” she smiles at the three of them and messes with Billy's hair since he's the closest to her. You smile as you watch her. “We did homework and then we made dinner together. Rachel was a really big help. We were very happy to have her. Weren't we?” Wanda directs the question to her boys who nod with wide smiles. 

“I don't like salads but I think Rachel made the best one I've ever had,” Tommy compliments as he helps himself to another serving of the salad.

“Thank you,” Rachel responds shyly. “I really like the bread you made. It was my favorite part.” The meal was spaghetti with salad and cheesy garlic bread. She grabs another slice of bread to add to her plate. You watch the kids interact with a slight fear that they might develop feelings for each other in the future. For the moment, you push the thoughts away from your mind. Rachel is smarter than you and her mother, she won’t make the same mistakes. You hope. 

When the kids eventually run from the table because you warn that Rachel has ten minutes left here, that's when Wanda finally brings up the conversation she had with Agatha the day before. “I just want you to be protected if you decide to go through with it,” Wanda says as she finishes explaining. 

You stare at the card for a moment and sigh. “Thank you for this but I already told her I'm not doing it.”  

Wanda is surprised to hear that you said no. When she last saw you on Saturday, you were beating yourself up about saying yes. She wonders what changed but she doesn't question it. “Still, call Agatha and set up a meeting. Just in case. You don't want to be caught in something that you can't get out of and Agatha is a really great lawyer.” 

On Wednesday, you are spending your lunch break sitting in Agatha’s office. You tell her that you already declined Jean’s proposition but express your concern that Jean might try something in retaliation. “Interesting,” Agatha starts as she leans closer. “How so?”

You look out the large windows in her corner office and sigh. You clench your jaw as you think about the times that Jean has been denied in the past and it wasn’t ever good. “She just, she doesn’t like to be told no. I don’t know what she’ll do but she’s capable of anything. Honestly, I’m kind of scared to drop Rachel off on Sunday because she might not let me see her again until I change my answer.” 

Agtha sits up with a concerned frown. “She shouldn’t be able to do that. Unless,” she squints her eyes as she looks you up and down. “Do you have partial custody of Rachel?” 

“Yes, but it’s a little more complicated than that.” You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at Agatha like a child telling his mother that he did something bad. “At the time of our divorce I was between jobs and didn’t really have my own place to live. The judge saw me as an unfit parent that should only be allowed supervised visitations on the weekends.” You explain slowly as you go over the details from your memory. “Jean thought that was a crazy ruling but didn’t say anything in court. I think because she was broke and single at the time and wanted to be the one who received child support.” You shake your head as you remember the darkest period of your life. “We eventually worked out our own arrangement but we never updated it with the court. And honestly I forgot all about it until this stuff came up. But, gosh, I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.” You run your fingers through your hair and lift your tongue to the roof of your mouth to prevent yourself from crying. “On paper, Jean has more parental rights to Rachel than I do.” 

Agatha nods as she takes notes. “Actually, you might have more than you think,” she says. “I have looked up Jean’s address and it’s not within Rachel’s current school district. Correct?” You confirm. “But your address is, is that correct?” You confirm again and sit up straighter as you clear your throat. “Well, then that means you have documentation stating that Rachel’s permanent address is the same as your permanent address. Which could be used as evidence that you are her primary caregiver and not your ex-wife.” 

“But I’m not her primary, I mean, we both take care of her eqaually,” you respond nervously. Not wanting to start a nasty custody battle with Jean right now. 

“Listen, I know this is overwhelming. I’m not going to send a formal letter to Jean or petition the court without your say so. I’m just thinking about worst case scenario. I genuinely hope that when you drop off Rachel on Sunday that you will be able to pick her up on the following Sunday. But in the event that Jean decides to enforce her rights as the primary caregiver, then we have to be ready to present your case to a judge. Besides, for Rachel’s sake, you should have that updated soon. You’re a good parent and anyone can see how much she adores you. Do you want to have that taken from you in the blink of an eye?” Agatha poses a compelling argument and you really start to consider your options here. 

“Can I get back to you on that? I really have to get back to work,” you say instead of giving her the go ahead. You really needed to think about this some more. You worried that if you took Jean to court right now to get it formally stated that you should have equal custody of Rachel, and maybe even got your child support payments lowered, she would do everything in her power to stop you. She was so upset the last time you saw her. You’re surprised she didn’t rip Rachel out of the truck right then and there. Agatha is right, though, Jean can decide to take Rachel from you at any moment and you can’t do much to stop her. 

You consider your options the rest of the day. When you are inevitably left alone with Wanda, you talk about how the meeting went with Agatha. You tell her the information on the patio as the two of you sit and have a glass of wine together. Wanda is speechless at the end of it and she brings two fingers to her lips and blows air out when she removes them. “Are you fake smoking?” You ask as you recognize the gesture. 

“Yes, this is stressful but I'm a mom this week so I can't light a real one,” she says as she continues to pretend to smoke. I can't help but laugh at how serious she is as she speaks. I hold my hand out. 

“Do you mind if I get a hit of that?” I ask and Wanda agrees. She hands you air and you pretend to take a couple of puffs before you hand it back to her. “Whoo, you didn't tell me that was weed!” You say playfully, making Wanda smile. She shrugs in response. 

“I told you I was smoking, I didn't say what I was smoking,” she goes back to pretending to smoke. 

You look up at the night sky and sigh as you think about everything going on in your life right now. “How did everything get so messed up?” The question is rhetorical and not at all directed to Wanda and she knows that. She lets the question go unanswered for a few minutes as silence lingers between the two of you. 

“I don’t know,” Wanda looks at you with a slight frown and sad eyes. She reaches out and holds your hand. You accept the small gesture of comfort. “What do you think you're going to do?” You shake your head, not really knowing what you should do. “Do you think you can have a rational conversation with her?” You shrug, before Jean made the request you would have said yes without any doubt. Now, you're not as confident in any answer. 

“I should at least try though, right?” You ask rhetorically. Wanda shrugs, mentioning that it might not hurt. You smile. “Would you mind if I dropped Rachel off here on Saturday? So that I can have a conversation with Jean and Anna without risking Rachel's ignorance to the situation.” 

Wanda nods, “Of course! I'm sure the boys will love it. Besides, I'm probably going to be in your debt for a while since you've volunteered yourself to be the boys punching bag until their tournament is over.” 

You laugh, “You're never in my debt, Wanda. I'm happy to help the boys with any extra training. And if anyone is in debt here it's me with you. You've done so much for a stranger that you met last summer in a liquor store.” You smile fondly at the memory of seeing a woman who looked like she needed some kindness in that moment. “I don't know how to thank you enough.” 

Wanda thinks about how the two of you haven't known each other for a year and yet it feels as though you've always been in her life. She smiles, “When you put it like that, I don't know how we ever got here in the first place. I should have had you arrested.” 

“What?” You are amused by the statement. “Why would you have me arrested?”

“I was a mess that day! Then you're hitting on me? I don't know, it's kind of a red flag that you were interested in me when I was broken.” 

“Hitting on you?” You make a face. “No offense, but I was far from hitting on you that day. You looked lonely but not in the ‘I’m open for a hookup’ kind of lonely. Like the ‘I might throw myself off a bridge if someone doesn't smile at me’ kind of lonely.” 

Wanda’s jaw drops. “You're telling me that you only approached me because I looked suicidal?” 

You shrug with a nod, “Kind of.” Wanda’s grip on your hand loosens as she shakes her head but she finds the whole scenario to be a bit funny. “But hey, if we hadn't met that night, we would have met a number or times. That just happened to be our origin story.” 

Wanda closes her fingers around your hand again as she thinks about it. She was going to meet you for the first time when you came over to work on her wall. And if she hadn't met you either of those times, then it might've been because of Rachel and her boys being friends. If not then, it could've been a PTA meeting or at a school sanctioned event. She hadn't realized how connected her life is to yours until now. It feels like destiny. It feels like she was enchanted to meet you. 

On Saturday, after you dropped Rachel off with Wanda, you are standing at the front door of Jean and Anna’s house. You are working up the nerve to knock on the door. You pace back and forth making the situation bigger and bigger in your mind. 

“Y/n?” Jean’s voice startles you and you jump as you turn around. Jean and Anna both have grocery bags in their hands. You didn’t even think that they weren’t home this entire time. 

“Hey, hi, um,” you stumble on your greeting. “Here, let me get that for you.” You take the bags from Jean’s hands and she looks at you weird but she doesn’t stop you. She unlocks the front door and you follow the two women inside. 

“What brings you here?” Anna asks as she starts to pull items out of the bag, 

“Where’s Rachel? Is everything okay?” Jean asks with a concerned frown. 

You are confused by their calm demeanors. You expected the two to be upset with you. You expected Jean to be hostile towards you. “She’s fine, she with her friends. I wanted to talk to you guys about the whole baby thing. Without Rachel being nearby,” you state as you nervously rub your hands together. 

“Oh,” Jean says as she stops unpacking the reusable grocery bag. “I’m sorry about my reaction on Sunday. I’ve been so emotional lately, I don’t know why. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. Especially not with Rachel so close by.” 

“So you’re not mad that I won’t do it?” You ask with caution, not sure if you’re safe or not right now. 

Jean takes a deep breath and Anna comes up behind her to hold her. “I’m not mad at you. It was an unfair thing to ask of you. I truly apologize. I don’t know, I just thought that Rachel is such a wonderful kid and she was such a good baby that I didn’t want to risk creating some sort of little monster with someone else.” 

You smile as you think about what Rachel was like as a baby and she wasn’t easy at all. “I hate to break it to you but Rachel was a nightmare when she was a baby. She didn’t become enjoyable until she was a toddler.” Jean makes a face as she claims that’s not how she remembers it. “That’s because I let you sleep through it. But that kid had a set of lungs on her and she made sure to use them at two in the morning every night for months. Then she spit up everything we fed her, then she had the phase when she would grab her poop and fling it. I can go on and on.” Jean’s expression changes as she makes a connection from your words to a suppressed memory.

“I guess you’re right,” Jean mumbles. “I guess I just had my rose colored lenses on it all. I’m sorry.” You shrug and let her know that it’s okay. “Is that all that you wanted to talk about?” 

You bite your cheek as you wonder if you should even bring up the custody issue but decide that now is as good of a time as any. “I will admit, your reaction on Sunday did scare me. It reminded me that I don’t have as much custody over Rachel as I should and -”

“Wait, no, you do,” Jean stops you and you make a shocked expression. “Don’t you remember? There was all of this paper work that we all had to fill out when Anna was adopting Rachel. So that we have equal custody?” You crease your eyebrows as you think back to several months ago and you vaguely remember signing a bunch of legal documents. Jean walks out of Anna’s arms and over to her study. She reappears with a folder and shuffles through the documents inside. “Here it is,” she hands it to you. “Right there it states that we have an even split joint custody with no imbalance. Not like that bullshit first ruling. I think that judge was just mad that you identify as nonbinary.” You take the document and look it over and that’s when memory comes back to you. How could you forget a momentous occasion like that?

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry. I don’t know how I forgot,” you look up from the document. “I’m sorry that my mind went to the idea that you would keep Rachel from me.” You hand the document back to Jean and she puts it back into it’s folder. She hugs you and you relax in her arms. 

“It’s not your fault, I have done some questionable things in the past. I mean hell, I asked you to be a sperm donor in the most bizzare way possible. I wouldn’t have trusted me if I were you.” This causes your body to shake with laughter. “Are we okay?” Jean asks as she steps back. You nod with a relieved grin. “Good, because we are going to be in each other’s lives forever and I don’t want us to hate each other. Forever is a long time.”

“I agree,” you say softly. “I’m glad that we could resolve this too. It’s been weighing heavy on me the past couple of weeks.” You stay with Jean and Anna for an hour to catch up with them and make sure that everything between the three of you is actually resolved. Then you drive to Wanda’s house. She and the kids are playing an intense game of Mario Kart, a game you’ve been banned from because you win every time, and you don’t want to interrupt. You sit next to Wanda and laugh when you notice that she is in last place. When Tommy wins he jumps out proudly. 

“Take that! I win! I’m a winner! You’re all losers! Haha you guys suck!” He does a little dance that makes you dislike him for the moment. You know that he’s a good kid but he wasn’t a good sport when it came to competition. It was something that Wanda says that Vision encouraged. That Vision only produces winners. 

Rachel doesn’t like the excessive showboating and she stands up with a red face. “We don’t suck! You’re just a cheater!”

“Am not!” Tommy scowls at the accusation. 

“Are too!” Rachel fires back. 

You grab her around her waist and pull her to sit on your lap. “Cool off, tiger,” you say as you hold your daughter. “It’s just a game, okay?” 

“But Baba, he always wins and it’s not fair!” She pouts as she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at Tommy. You look at Wanda for help but she is preoccupied with comforting Billy, he was fighting tears. So instead you start to tickle Rachel to distract her from the loss. She squeals as she tries to get out of your grasp. You let go of her and stand up after she does. 

“Bad sportsmanship has awoken the Tickle Monster!” You roar as you hold your arms up in the air and wiggle your fingers. Tommy and Billy’s eyes widen along with Rachel’s as they watch you act foolish. You stomp up to Tommy and start to tickle him until he escapes your grasp. 

“Run! It’s the Tickle Monster!” He shouts as he runs away. You grab Rachel again as she runs past you ans she screeches out as you tickle her. “No! Rachel!” Tommy says as he turns around.

“Go!” Rachel gets out between laughs. “Save yourselves!” You don’t stop tickling her until Billy and Tommy both charge for your legs. They knock you down and you releas your daughter. Tommy and Billy start tickling you back and you laugh until you can’t breathe. 

“Okay, that’s enough boys,” Wanda intervenes. You open your eyes and see that she is recording you. 

Tommy and Billy don’t stop so you have to beg them, “Boys! Boys! The Tickle Monster is dead! It’s me! It’s Y/n!” They finally stop tickling you and move away. Rachel then challenges the boys to a physical race in the backyard. You lay on the floor catching your breath as the three kids run to the backyard. 

“Thank you for that,” Wanda says as she sits on the couch. 

“To be honest, I wasn’t sure if Rachel was going to kill Tommy or if Tommy was going to kill her,” you say as you sit up and lean on your elbows. “Figure I turn myself into the enemy before we had a massacre on our hands.” Wanda laughs as she nods her head. She look out the backdoor and watches the three kids set up their little race. 

“So, how’d it go?” She asks as she turns back to you. 

“Everything has been resolved,” you state as you stand up. “It was a nice conversation, actually.”

Wanda puts her hand on her chest, “That’s amazing news. I’m so glad to hear that.” Then she makes a face as a thought crosses her mind. “Wait, when you say that it got resolved you don’t mean-” 

“No,” you shake your head, “I didn’t agree to the whole baby thing.” Wanda relaxes again and then stretches over the couch to get a better view of the kids. She doesn’t want any of them to get hurt and she is especially worried about Rachel and her bad leg. “I’m surprised she thinks she has a chance to win in that cast,” you say as you watch the kids aswell. 

“Well that’s what happens when you teach kids to believe that they can do whatever they want,” Wanda shrugs. She smiles when the boys don’t run as fast as they can and let Rachel win. She knows that they can be a little competitive at times, well Tommy more than Billy, but she still has hope that they’ll grow into kind men one day. 

After their race is over, Tommy tackles Billy, making you and Wanda run outside to break it up. Tommy gets punished because Billy got a bloody nose from the attack. While you help Billy practice for the tournament, Tommy has to do chores. He washes dishes and has to clean his room. He’s upset that he has to clean but he did feel bad for causing his brother to bleed. So he does as he is told. 

Billy’s nose doesn’t bleed for long. You examine it carefully and tap the nostrils and ask him if any of it hurts. When you can confirm that he is fine you start to ask him a ridiculous amount of times if something hurt until he started to laugh. You tell him to get his uniform on so that Wanda can get the blood stains out of his shirt and so that the two of you can practice. 

You didn’t take martial arts when you were younger but you wanted to be helpful to Wanda’s kids because she is always so helpful with your daughter. Since the day you offered to help them, you went to bed watching training videos. You were a little nervous about practicing with them but you knew how to be careful enough to not hurt them. Plus, you figured that anything you did wrong, Tommy and Billy would correct you. 

When Billy is ready, you and him stand in the middle of the backyard on the grass. Wanda is sitting on her patio with Rachel. Both of them have a glass of ice tea in front of them with a pitcher sitting in the middle of the table. They both cheer you and Billy on. The both of you bow before getting in the fighting position. You are impressed with how coordinated Billy is and you can tell that he wants to be a winner. Tommy is finished with his chores before you and Billy are done with the match and as you predicted, when you did something wrong, the boys called you out on it. Tommy ran over to show you how to properly stand and make the move. You did as he told you and then rewarded him by telling him to get dressed because he was next. 

Wanda was planning on making dinner but because she enjoyed watching you train with her boys, she ordered takeaway instead. She figured that it would be a nice treat for everyone anyway. She watches your every move, you’re not as coordinated as her boys but she is impressed by what you’ve been able to learn in the past few days. She knows that you weren’t an expert in the sport but she was touched by your dedication to help her kids. 

“Alright, time to eat!” Wanda calls out when the door bell goes off, signalling the delivery of the food. “You boys were so good,” she praises as she kisses her sons on the tops of their heads. “Go wash up so we can eat.” Rachel runs off with the boys to go wash her hands as well, leaving you and Wanda alone for the moment. You and Wanda set the table together and lay out the different types of pizza on the counter. When everything is set, Wanda surprises you with a hug. You accept it with a small laugh as you ask her what the hug is for. “You don’t know what it means to me that you’re being so helpful with them,” she admits against your chest. You don’t know what to say so you just hold her for the moment. 

“Wanda, I need to wash my hands too,” you say when you’ve let go of the hug but she hasn’t.

“Fine,” she says as she steps away. You wash your hands in the kitchen sink. The kids run through and Wanda goes over the kinds of pizza’s she ordered and the kinds of drinks she has available. The each fill their plates and you help them with filling their cups. 

“Are you going to be at our tournament?” Billy asks as he adjusts his glasses on his face, they had slipped down the bridge of his nose. 

“Um,” you look at Wanda, unsure about how to answer. You figured that this might be something that Vision might go to and since Rachel isn’t in the class or even remotely interested in the activity, you couldn’t use her as an excuse. Wanda shrugs at first because she isn’t even sure if Vision will attend. He hasn’t been interested in Tommy and Billy since his daughter was born. It hurts Wanda on many levels but she knows the boys have support other than Vision. They have Pietro and Tony and their grandparents. But what helps her the most in this rough moment in her life is that her boys seek your support and validation and you give it unconditionally. She doesn’t want you to worry about not being able to attend so she decides to nod. “Yeah, of course I’ll be there. I have to support my two favorite fighters.” 

“Yes!” Both boys cheer with grins. You find it adorable that they want you there, even though you are nervous about Vision causing a scene. You just hope that nothing goes wrong.

Chapter 16

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[sarahsmi13s]

Told Them (pt 1)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, domestic hangman, grayson feels like a burden bc of his injuries, i believe that’s it

word count: ~2.9k

a/n: 3/3 (1/3) okay so I know i said this was supposed to be 3 parts but had i done this last part all at once it would have been unproportional: 3.4k (part 1), 2.9k (part 2) and then 9.4k (part 3)

soooo i broke part three up into 3 parts 

lightly proof-read

part 3 summary: after nearly losing his son, jake decides to tell the team about his family and invites them to his home for a cookout

part 3.1 summary: the morning of the cookout and the seresins are getting ready

pt 1  pt 2  pt 3.2  pt 3.3

*******

Saturday was finally here, and Y/N was stressing out over everything.

“Kenni, did you pick your toys up out of the backyard?” She asked as she moved around the kitchen. “Yes, Mama.” “Did you get your toys out of the living room?” “Yes, Mama.” “Did you put them away, away?” Nothing. “Kennedy, did you put your toys away?” “I put them in my room.” Y/N shrugged, “Good enough for now. They won’t go in there.”

“Y/N, Sweetheart, slow down. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. People won’t show up until three.” 

Turning to Jake, Y/N threw her dusting rag at him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t make sure the house is clean.” He laughs with a shake of his head and throws the rag back at her, “Whatever you say.”

Grayson’s voice cut through the morning cartoon his sister was watching, “Dad!” “Yeah?” “Could you bring me a water?” Jake turns to the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle out of it, “Be there in a second!” “Kay, thank you!”

ake placed the cold bottle on the back of his wife’s neck. “Jacob!” He chuckled, “Let me get this to Grayson and then I’ll help.” “Thank you, Honey.” “Of course.”

*******

After Y/N and Jake cleaned the kitchen, living room, downstairs bathroom, and picked up the backyard they got the kids ready.

Now yes, Grayson was 16 but he also just got home from the hospital and needed someone just in case.

“Ken, do you have an outfit picked out to meet Daddy’s friends?” Y/N asked, walking into the living room from outside. She shook her head. Y/N nodded, “That’s okay. Do you want to pick it out yourself, do you want Mama and Daddy to help you pick, or do you want Mama to pick?” “Can you and Daddy help me pick? I want them to like it.” “Princess, they’re gonna love it. They saw a photo of you the other day and they can’t wait to meet you,” Jake said as he squatted in front of her.

“I’m right here, Dad,” Grayson teased. Jake rolled his eyes playfully, “They can’t wait to meet you either kiddo.”

Y/N looked between her son and her husband. “Hey, Kenni, why don’t you go up and pick out three pairs of bottoms and three shirts? Daddy and I will be up in a minute.” The five year old nodded and happily ran up the stairs on all fours. Y/N shook her head laughing, “That girl…” “She’s your daughter, for sure.”

“Grayson, did you pick something out or were you just gonna wing it about thirty minutes before?” Grayson sighed, “Mama, my clothes are upstairs. I can’t go upstairs. But I do have an outfit in mind.” 

Y/N nodded, “Okay. Well let us get Ken sorted out and then will get your clothes for you okay, just send me the clothes you want.” He nodded, “Okay.” “Change the channel if you want,” Jake said when he stood up.

Both Y/N and Jake headed up the stairs.

“Do they know?” Y/N asked when they got to the top of the stairs. Sighing, he shook his head, “No, but I wasn’t gonna tell them without you.” She nodded, “Okay, do they even know he’s 16?” Jake shook his head, “I’m honestly not sure how old they think he is.” Y/N let out a shaky breath, “Okay.”

“Hey,” he grabbed her shoulders. “I know you’re nervous. But they are going to love all of you. They will not give two shits, okay. If I thought they’d have a problem with it, I wouldn’t have wanted you to meet them. Your happiness and the kids’ happiness are my top priority.”

She nodded, “I know. I love you.” He kissed her, “I love you too. Now, let’s go see what Kennedy has picked out for herself.”

When they got to their daughter's room, she was actually cleaning but had the 3 outfits on her bed.

“Princess, what are you doing?” Kennedy just shrugged, “Putting toys away. I picked outfits, so I put my toys away.” Both of her parents smiled at her.

Kennedy usually found things to busy herself with if she had to. She got that from Jake; ‘I did a task, let me see what else I can do while I still have the energy to do it.’

“Thank you, Sweetheart. Good job,” Y/N praised her daughter. They had learned when Grayson was little that praise encourages them to do things like this without really having to be asked.

“Let’s see what you’ve got picked out, okay?” Jake said as he lowered himself to the floor. Y/N sat right by the bed and looked over what she had picked out. Kennedy came over and sat in Jake’s lap.

“Okay, how do we wanna do this?” Kennedy just shrugged. Y/N nodded, “Alright. Let’s tackle the bottoms first. Do you want to wear a skirt or shorts?” Kennedy hesitated, “Hmmm, shorts.” Y/N sat the skirt aside. “Okay, and do you want jean shorts or shorts like Mama has on?” Jake asked, referring to the athletic shorts Y/N had on. “Jean.” Y/N pulled down the jean shorts and put them in her lap.

“Which shirt do you want? Captain America, cow, or plane?”

Kennedy adored Captain America, mainly because he reminded her of her dad; which is the cutest thing. The ‘cow’ shirt was actually a University of Texas ‘Longhorn’ shirt that her aunt sent her for her birthday. Then the ‘plane’ shirt was actually one of Y/N’s old shirts, with a tiny paper airplane on it, that her mom made into a shirt for her granddaughter. And underneath it says ‘h_ng-girl’ because Kennedy loves her dad.

“Plane!” She said excitedly. Y/N smiled, glancing at Jake who was smiling down at his daughter. “Alright, sweet pea, let's put it on and see what Daddy thinks,” Y/N said, getting up and holding her hand out. “No peeking,” Kennedy said as she got up. Jake laughed and covered his eyes, “No peeking.”

Y/N quickly changed her daughter’s clothes, “Okay, you can look now, Jake.”

Jake slid his hand down his face, arching a brow as he looked over. “Princess, you look beautiful.” Kennedy giggled and ran to her dad, arms wrapping around his neck. 

“Ken, do you want to help get Bubba's clothes and take them to him?” She nodded and followed Y/N out of the bedroom, Jake not too far behind.

Grabbing what Grayson had texted her out of his drawers, Y/N handed the items to her daughter, “Will you go give these to Grayson, sister?” Kennedy nodded, wrapping her arms around the sweat-shorts and black t-shirt before running out of the room.

“Kennedy, be careful! Do not run down the stairs!” Y/N called out, peeking out the door frame just to see Kennedy slide downstairs on her butt.

She groaned and rested her head on Jake’s chest, “That girl is you made over I swear.” Jake chuckled and kissed the top of her head, “You love it.” She hummed and wrapped her arms around his waist, “That I do.”

Placing a kiss to his chest, Y/N pulled back, “I’m gonna shower. You go help Grayson, and then you shower while I’m getting ready.” “Yes, ma’am,” Jake mock saluted and kissed her.

Jake went to the living room where Grayson was still propped up on the couch, watching something on the TV. “You ready?”

Grayson jumped a little, startled by Jake’s sudden presence in the room. “Uh, yeah.” He moves to push himself up off the couch, but Jake stops him. “Grayson,” Jake helped him get to his crutches before grabbing the clothes off the couch.

“How are your ribs?” “A little sore, I need to put ice on them but I can do that after I change.” Jake nodded and followed him to the guest room and waited outside after placing the clothes on the bed.

It was silent for a minute before Grayson spoke, “Hey Dad?” Jake could hear the anxiety in his voice. “What’s up, kid?” He heard him sigh. “Grayson, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know. I just- I feel like I’m gonna be a major buzzkill.” “They’ll understand, Gray.”

“Um, hey, could you come in here?” Jake glanced at Kennedy who was curled into a pillow watching the movie that was on. “Yeah.”

Grayson was sitting on the bed, “Could you, uh, could you help me with my shoes?” Jake nodded and knelt down, sliding the socks onto Grayson’s feet.

“God, I feel like a child.” “Technically, you are.” Jake chuckled and looked up, clearing his throat when he saw the unamused look on his son’s face. “Not helping, got it.” Grayson groaned and rubbed his face.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” Grayson hit the mattress with his hands, “I just- I hate this. And it’s only been 6 days, Dad. 6 days!” “It’s hard, I remember when your mom was on crutches, she hated it.” 

“I feel useless, you know. Like I can’t help you or Mom around the house. Mom can’t go to work because I can’t do anything for myself… it sucks.” Jake nodded, listening to his son talk and jerked his head up when Grayson sniffled.

Jake abandoned the shoe in his hand and sat beside him. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s okay.” Grayson used the back of his hand to wipe his eyes, “I’m sorry.” Jake shook his head, confused, “Why are you sorry?” “For getting upset about this. For being a burden.”

Jake held his hand up, “No, that is not what we’re gonna do. You are allowed to be upset, son. This is a difficult adjustment for everyone. But never, ever think you are a burden for something that is not your fault. You got hit, you had the right of way and someone hit you. This is not your fault.”

“But Mom has to do everything for me! She’s going to have to cancel clients to babysit me because I can barely do anything for myself. She’s gonna be losing money for weeks!” “Her clients will understand,” Jake tried to reason. Grayson just shook his head.

“How about we talk more about it later with your mom? We can work something out, but right now let’s focus on tonight, yeah?” Jake offered. Grayson took in a shaky breath, “Yeah, yeah that sounds good.”

Jake smiled and moved to put Grayson’s shoe on. “Have you told Mom about any of that?” He shook his head, “No, she’s already doing so much, I didn’t want to pile on..” “Okay, we’ll make sure to talk about it later okay?” Grayson nodded and stood up with assistance from his crutches.

Jake got him an ice-pack and a towel before going upstairs to shower.

****

Upstairs, Y/N had showered and was braiding her wet hair, before putting on light makeup. “Looking good, pretty girl,” Jake said as he walked by, smacking her towel covered butt. “Thank you, pretty boy.”

Jake turned the shower on, “Grayson’s having a hard time.” Y/N sighed as she tied the small elastic in her hair. “Says he feels bad for not helping around the house,” Jake said as he undressed before stepping in the shower.

She grabbed her mascara and opened it, “He shouldn’t, it’s not his fault.” Jake stepped under the stream, “I know. I told him as much. But it didn’t change his mind. He also feels like a burden because you’re gonna have to take time off from work to take care of him.” “That boy…” She sighed and closed the mascara. “I told him that we’d talk about it later tonight.” “Sounds good.”

Y/N walked out and into their bedroom, getting dressed in a matching set of underwear.

She stepped out into the hall and at the top of the steps, but out of view, “Kennedy?” “Yeah Mama?” “Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit?”

No words were said but she could hear Grayson chuckle as Kennedy’s bare feet slapped the floor as she ran to the stairs, climbing them.

Kennedy ran past her mom, grabbing her hand and dragging her to the bedroom.

The five year old climbed up on the bed and sat down. Y/N kissed her head and went to the closet. She pulled down a sundress and stepped back into the room, “Dress? Yes or no?” Kennedy tilted her head, “Put it on!” Y/N laughed, “Oh, so you want a fashion show?” Her daughter giggled and nodded.

Shaking her head, she slipped it off the hangar and then over her head. “What do you think?” Kennedy took her pointer finger and made a circle motion, something she learned from her dad.

Y/N laughed and spun in a circle. Kennedy once again tilted her head and tapped her chin. She ultimately shook her head, “Not tonight Mama.” Y/N quickly took it off and put it back on the hangar.

She went back into the closet and tapped her chin in thought. “Ken, do you want to pick out what I try on?”

Two little feet thumped on the floor and a blonde blur was at her side soon after.

“Let’s choose pants first,” Y/N said as she picked her up. She went to the pants section of the closet and Kennedy ran her hand over the hangars. The little girl closed her eyes and went a few more seconds before stopping, “These!” She did her best to pluck the hangar of the rod.

It was a pair of light wash overalls that were distressed all over the front of the leg. Y/N took the pants from Kennedy, “Oooo, these are nice! Good choice. Now, let’s pair it with a shirt.” 

She took the hangar from her daughter and placed the article on the bed before going to her drawers. She put Kennedy down and pulled open the drawer.

Y/N had a few shirts that she wore with those pants, so she grabbed them and laid them out.

“Okay, I want you to pick one of these shirts for me to try on. Think you can do that, Kenni?” She nodded, eyes already scanning the shirts. She grabbed a ribbed white tank-top and held it out to her mom. Smiling, Y/N ruffled the girl's hair, receiving an annoyed whine in return, “Thank you, honey.”

She put on the outfit and looked at Kennedy, who was smiling and nodding. “Yeah? This it?” Kennedy nodded, “Wait!”

She ran to the chair by the bathroom door, and grabbed the button-up that was on it, “This!” Y/N laughed, “Sweetheart, that’s Daddy’s.” “And? Put it on!” She shook the shirt, urging her mom to take it. Y/N rolled her eyes fondly and put it on, cuffing the sleeve of the green denim shirt.

Y/N walked over to the full body mirror and adjusted the shirt, bending over to cuff the legs of her overalls.

“Mama, you look pretty! Doesn’t she, Daddy?”

Y/N turned to her daughter, seeing Jake drying his hair with a towel. “You’re Mama always looks pretty, K.” Kennedy rolled her eyes, “I know that, silly. But-” She gestured to her mom, “Look at her!” Jake chuckled and kissed his daughter’s forehead before going to his wife and doing the same.

“You look gorgeous, Honey.” Y/N hummed and kissed his lips, “Thank your daughter, she has impeccable taste.” Jake smiled and kissed her temple, “I love seeing you in my clothes.”

Before anything else could be said, Kennedy pulled on Y/N’s pant leg, “Can you do my hair, please?” Y/N nodded, “Of course, baby.”

She turned to Jake, “All of your clean underwear and undershirts are in the basket still.” “Thank you, Sweetheart,” he pecked her lips and spun her. “Now go, so I can get dressed.” Y/N scoffed, but giggled afterwards and nudged Kennedy out of the room towards the kids’ bathroom.

“How do you want it done?” Y/N asked as she sat Kennedy on the counter. “Like the blonde Black Widow.” “Yelena?” Kennedy nodded, “Yeah, her!” “Okay, so you want the braids?” She nodded. “Alright, do you want to brush it or do you want me to brush it?” “You, please.” Y/N smiled and picked up the brush and did her daughter’s hair.

*******

After doing her daughter’s hair she went downstairs, daughter on her hip.

“Daddy, Gray! Look, my hair is like blonde Black Widow!” Grayson smiled, “It looks great sister. Do you want to watch Black Widow with me?” Kennedy nodded adamantly and wiggled out of her mom’s hold. 

“Your hair looks amazing, Princess. Mama did a good job didn’t she?” Kennedy nodded as she gently cuddled into her brother’s uninjured side. “Yeah, thank you Mama!” “You’re welcome, sweetie. Dad and I will be in the kitchen if you need us okay?” Both kids nodded as the opening to Black Widow played.

“Wait,” Grayson called, reaching to his side. “Could you put this back in the freezer?” Y/N nods and takes the ice-pack, “Course, when will you need it again?” “Probably right before I go to bed. If it hurts at all I’ll let you know.” She nods and she and Jake go to the kitchen to begin prep.

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Hiii! It's me Bat 🦇, you don't know me :( but I've got a request if you're up to it!

Perhaps a regressed Swiss and phantom. Swiss was taking care of phantom as usual, making sure their dressed and ready for the day, giving them their breakfast and their usual morning routine together.

It all starts getting to swiss when he sees phantom play with their Legos and dinos. Watching them smile and giggle as they made the dinosaurs crush down the Lego buildings. Swiss' mind starts getting all fuzzy, feeling himself slipping. But he refuses to let his guard down when Phantom was regressed, he didn't want anything to happen to his bat.

But it's so so hard to fight the urge to slip and be care free, he finds himself panicky and worried the more he gets fuzzy. Then Mountain comes to the rescue! He notices Swiss' odd behaviour, quickly helping him calm down and reassuring him that everything will be okay, mount telling him that he'll be there to take care of both him and phant <3

The end!! I've been thinking about regressed Swiss for so long haha, but only do this request if you want to! And take your time :D

i didnt follow this word to word but the concept is still here, i hope its okay. i did my best even tho i dont really see swiss as a regressor

740 words, little phantom (they/them), overworked and tired cg swiss, then little swiss, cg mountain, brave helper phantom, bit of panic and doubts about himself on swiss' side

Swiss was tired. He worked too much lately and he knew it, but he had things to do and not enough time to spare for a proper rest. He’d planned on taking a break during the weekend but things such as fussy little ghouls came up and he didn’t get a chance. He wasn’t upset with them, of course not, but it all started to pile up on top of him.

Now, the weekend was over and Swiss was more exhausted than before. Phantom had had a bad day the day before and went to bed with Swiss all small and scared. They woke up still little, but not upset anymore.

The multi ghoul was taking care of them all morning, helping them get dressed, making them breakfast and coming up with something to entertain them. Phantom ended up watching one of their favorite cartoons as they played with Lego’s on the floor in front of the TV. Swiss was sitting on the couch, keeping an eye on them. It’d be so easy to just fall asleep and take a nap, but Phantom couldn’t be left unsupervised and no one else was available. He’d push through, it was nothing.

Except he couldn’t.

The near silence of the common room, with only Phantom’s cartoon filling it, left his mind vulnerable to all the pressure that was gathering around him for the last few days. Before Swiss could really notice what was happening, his mind was slipping and he was curling himself up under a blanket.

He couldn’t do anything about it, though, Phantom was still small and needed to be watched over, he just had to shake himself out of it. It’d be fine, he was okay, it wouldn’t–

“Swissy? Are you o– okay?” Phantom perked up, their brows furrowed. They weren't only observant, but also a quintessence ghoul. Of course they noticed something was wrong.

“Y– yeah, buggy, don’t worry,” Swiss forced himself to smile as he hid half of his face behind the blanket. He started to panic.

“No! Something’s w– wrong,” they stood up and made their way over to where Swiss was curled in on himself. They knelt in front of him and looked intently into his eyes as he tried to avoid them. “T– tell me, Swissy, I can help!”

The multi ghoul thought for a moment. Phantom would get upset if they couldn’t help and he didn’t want that. He didn’t know what to do, though, how they could help. All they could do was–

“Can– can you get Mounty?” he mumbled, tightening the blanket around himself. Phantom shot up, nodding, and ran away before Swiss could process what was happening and tell them to slow down and be careful.

He was left alone with Phantom’s cartoon as background noise. He couldn’t stop the ugly thoughts his mind was supplying him with, that he was useless, that he failed at the simplest task of watching a little ghoul, that he should–

“Swiss, darling?” he heard Mountain’s voice and tears filled his eyes. He wanted him, yes, but now someone would see how weak he was. He hated that. “Oh, baby…”

“‘m s– sorry,” Swiss whispered shakily, hiding even further behind the blanket. “Where… Phantom?”

“Left them with Dew,” Mountain explained, knowing that this knowledge alone would calm the multi ghoul a bit. “Do you want a hug, my heart?”

He nodded and was quickly scooped up, straight into Mountain’s lap. Swiss buried his face in his chest, letting out a single sob at the feeling of… love.

“It’s alright,” the earth ghoul mumbled into his ear, doing his best to call him down. It was working, Mountain had something about him that made it impossible for any ghoul to be upset around him. “It happens, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. Let me take care of you for once, okay?”

Swiss thought about it. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad. He was really tired, after all, and Mountain was always so nice to him, he loved him so much. Maybe… maybe it was a good idea. “Okay.”

“Good,” Mountain smiled and pressed a kiss to Swiss’ forehead. “Can I carry you to my room? I know you like it there.”

The multi ghoul nodded and wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, letting him pick him up. “It’ll all be okay, my heart. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

Swiss never dared to doubt him.

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[fernsnailz]

January 2024 Review Roundup

hello everypony‼️ something i want to do through 2024 is a mini review series where i recap some of the media i watched/played/read at the end of every month. this was inspired by tumblr user ponett’s 2023 media wrap-up, it's a great collection of quick reviews so go check it out!

i’m doing this partially as writing/analysis practice, but mostly because my memory is really bad and i want to keep track of what i've seen this year. with that said, my thoughts on everything i finished in january 2024 is under the cut :]

Portal 1 + 2

yyyup i beat Portal and it only took me (checks watch) 13 years

the first time i played Portal 2 was at a friend’s house when i was in middle school, and i had a fuckin blast. but after all that time... it still holds up! i don’t think anything i have to say about Portal will be particularly new since people have been praising this series since it came out. the writing, the level design, even the controls feel tight and engaging the whole way through. i played on switch and expected a bit of jank, but i was pleasantly surprised at how smooth it felt to play. the only part that dragged for me were the levels through the old aperture labs, but i think i would like them a lot more on a second replay. Portal 2 is fantastic and one of my new favorite games, the artistry behind it is truly incredible and i’m really glad i finally finished it. while i was playing Portal 2, i described Glados and Wheatly to a friend and said “they’re like if a ceiling fan could be passive aggressive and if Fozzie Bear was an evil golf ball”

I Think You Should Leave

finally. i can truly understand and appreciate Subspace Dubbed Over

i think one of my favorite things about I Think You Should Leave is how it utilizes horror. beyond sitting slack-jawed in disbelief at the crazy events unfolding before my eyes, a number of the sketches dipped into bits that genuinely kinda scared me. like the one sketch that circulates on here where the guy (pig?) in a mask crawls through a dog door, which is. genuinely terrifying. but so many of the other sketches have slow, nerve-racking pacing leading to crazy shit that would be perfect in a horror film were the context different. idk i like dissecting how horror and comedy are essentially the same thing and I Think You Should Leave was very good at enabling that <3 favorite sketches are probably “then let my wife eat the damn receipt” and “55 BURGERS 55 HOTDOGS 100 FRIES 100 TATER TOTS”

Sonic Prime Season 3

man. ohhhh man. i didn’t go into this with high expectations and i still feel let down. Sonic Prime Season 3 was definitely my least favorite “season” of the batch - abysmal pacing, very few character moments i actually enjoyed, and the things i praised about the show felt very underutilized through these episodes. Nine is the shining star of Sonic Prime and i was looking forward to seeing his more villainous side, but his character took such a sharp turn into pure evil and it felt like he spent the entire season repeating the same three lines. and as much as i praise Shadow’s writing in Prime, it doesn’t really matter when he spends half of the season trapped in a hole that he just… runs out of later.

lastly, i cannot stop thinking about how bad the pacing of this season is. three episodes for a repetitive final battle feels like such a waste of time when you see just how much they rush the emotional resolutions in the last episode. however, there is one thing i truly love about Sonic Prime Season 3 - i love the Sails and Mangey fakeout death. it's so fucking funny. like you really expect me to believe that two cartoon animals in this Y-7 rated show EXPLODED?????? absolute comedy gold.

overall, i just… don’t really know what to think of Sonic Prime. anything i enjoyed in the show was often fleeting, and much of it felt like its only purpose was to waste my time. also Rouge i can’t believe they did you so dirty oh my god

Ghost Trick

i was so proud that i figured out the secret behind Sissel’s memory loss like halfway through the game. however i also kept getting caught during the prison escape sequence like an idiot

Ghost Trick is in a similar situation as Portal where 1. it’s incredible and one of my new favorite games, and 2. there’s nothing i can really say about it that hasn’t already been said or just. shouldn’t be said. Ghost Trick is a fantastic mystery game, and because of that i think it’s best to go into its story as blind as possible. the narrative unfolds in such fascinating ways - even though the actual object manipulation gameplay isn’t directly about solving the mystery (like in Ace Attorney or other mystery games), it still ties wonderfully into the story in some incredibly unique ways.

i also really love the artstyle of Ghost Trick - i love 2D character artwork with that sharp lineweight, it reminded me a lot of Sonic Battle (another game with an artstyle i love). i was also really impressed by the 3D character models and animation - despite the limitations of the camera, you get a wonderful sense of everyone’s personality from the limited body language expressed in the overworld (even though the models lack much facial expression which. i guess they don’t really need? idk that was the only thing that threw me off). anyways yeah everyone should play Ghost Trick so Ghost Trick fans can be freed from their curse and talk about it without having to tag like 10 different spoiler tags. and for Missile

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

ok bear with me. i went into Scott Pilgrim Takes Off without reading the comics first. and i fuckin loved it

my understanding of Scott Pilgrim before SPTO was mostly from the movie (I KNOW I’M SORRY), but even with my base understanding of the series i really enjoyed this show for what it was. i found myself appreciating the time they dedicated to further develop every single character in the show - especially Ramona. she’s fantastic as the lead, i really loved watching her reconcile with her exes and seeing all of them grow instead of exploding into coins. my favorite episode was probably the one with her and Roxie - not only did i adore the movie-jumping set pieces, but you really understand the weight of Ramona’s mistakes in their past relationship and how much it hurt Roxie. despite the big climactic fight, the flashbacks are quiet, subtle, heartbreaking. Ramona’s apology is genuine, and it feels so wonderful to watch her confront her past throughout the show. also i think it’s really funny that for all these characters to become the best versions of themselves, they had to kill off Scott for most of the story

and holy shit the artstyle and animation. oh my god. i love watching something that makes me immediately go “i need to see the storyboards for this RIGHT NOW.” SPTO is such a visual delight to watch, it elevates the artstyle of the comics while also keeping what makes that style so appealing - i love the line weight on the characters, i love how much forward energy the animation has, i love the fucking. virtual boy section. as soon as i found out Science Saru was also behind Keep Your Hands Off Eizouken, everything made immediate sense. i was destined to love this show.

another worry i had going into SPTO (besides the fact that i hadn’t read the comics lol) is that the original cast from the movie was returning. i think the movie cast is fine, but i wasn’t sure how some of them would fare with voice acting for animation. however, i thought they all did a good job - i think the whole cast loves these characters and would be able to fit into them fairly easily no matter what form their performance takes, and they definitely had a good voice director in the studio with them. the only thing that felt off about the voice performances to me was that sometimes it sounded like some of their mics kept peaking?? idk some of these episodes i watched high as balls and i felt like i could hear and see every single sound and frame of the show. so that might have just been me.

god i did not. expect to have this much to say about Scott Pilgrim. i really loved this show and i’m currently reading the comics to fully catch up on the general Scott Pilgrim experience - i think reading the comics AFTER Takes Off is making me appreciate even more of the character work that went into the show. like they do so much with Mathew Patel in SPTO, a character that was. not originally around for a long time from what i’ve gathered? also i like the funny little robot. oh my GOD i cannot talk about this show anymore whatever it’s good get me out of here

Sword AF Season 1

i put on the Smosh cast’s D&D series to play in the background while i was drawing. i did not expect to think much of it. instead, i had one of the most enjoyable D&D podcast experiences since i listened to The Adventure Zone Balance???

i haven’t really enjoyed other D&D podcasts since i dropped off of The Adventure Zone, and i wasn’t expecting much from Sword AF of all things. then i saw that Shayne was playing as a druid warforged made of plants and his name was fucking Fernie and i sat my ass down and LISTENED. while i think Sword AF is currently lacking in its world and larger story, those things just. aren’t really what Sword AF is really trying to provide at the moment. it’s main focus is comedy, and the players are genuinely such a delight to watch play together and build off of each other. they mostly focus on bits and goofs for the sake of she show's comedic tone, but i still found it thoroughly enjoyable because every player embodies and performs their characters really well. idk Sword AF was an unexpected hit for me this month, i thought it was fun. and i love Fernie so much

Plastic Death - Glass Beach

so originally i wasn’t going to include music reviews in these roundups at all, but then i was entirely surprised by a new Glass Beach album and oh my god. holy shit. oh my fucking god jesus christ. holy shit. its preddy good

Plastic Death gets the low point of the album out of the way immediately. it starts with the “phone call/conversation audio” trope that i don’t particularly enjoy - HOWEVER despite me disliking this opening, 1. it sets up the overall themes of Plastic Death very quickly, and 2. the rest of the album blows this 40 second opening completely out of the water. from there, the album grows into something beautiful and uncontained, and i just. i really like it

Plastic Death captures the beauty of the temporary, asks what it means to be created for a cause you can’t fulfill, questions if you can reclaim yourself from cycles and constraints designed to destroy you. and is also about being transgender. the lyrics are abstract in a way that requires a conversation with the listener, many of the vocals obscured and smooth like waves - this album is definitely one that needs to be listened to a few times. i wasn’t sure how i felt about the vocal style at first before realizing the vocals were the main reason i was relistening to this album, allowing myself to find even more that i loved about it. the instrumentation is also incredible, i love the use of marimba in a number of songs - distant, eerie, almost skeletal. and the fucking. 8-bit section?? which kinda rules???? and that’s the only point in the album it ever shows up??????? incredible. a fleeting, somewhat silly moment that i love every time.

this album left my heart aching, in part from my connection to it and in part from the pure love and joy emanating from this music. i can feel just how much fun this music was to perform and create, a cohesion of time and sound that just clicked for me. Plastic Death made me miss playing music, which is something i haven’t felt in years. all from an album that starts with a conversation about CrankGameplay’s dead youtube channel. good lord

i like this album a normal amount. go listen to it a few times. my favorite tracks are cul-de-sac and commatose

Wish

i watched Wish with a couple of friends and knew i probably wasn't going to like it. with that in mind, i gave myself a challenge: i wanted to find one thing about this movie that i genuinely really loved. it could be anything, and loving it for ironic reasons was allowed.

here's the complete list of things i loved about Disney's Wish (2023):

i love the one shot where King Magnifico stirs an evil caldron evily. i thought it was hilarious. what was he cooking

i loved that the end credits included a reference to Dinosaur 2001 at all, and i loved that they paid homage to Big Hero 6 by showing the forgettable villain of that movie instead of their Baymax cashcow for some reason. my friends and i saw him show up in the credits and were like "who's the trenchcoat guy??"

you may notice that this list is very short and 50% of it is about the movie's credits. so yeah this movie is not very good

Wish is an empty husk of a movie. everything about it feels so, so hollow - lifeless town squares, uninspired character designs (to quote a friend: "i have all of these characters' hairstyles in The Sims"), characters whose existence is only justified to fill empty space or an overused archetype, and an "evil" villain who lacks charisma and spine in a futile effort to remind the audience of previous disney villains with actual character. even the artstyle lacks any sort of sauce, the watercolor effect they were trying to go for only makes the backgrounds and character textures run together, and the dull lighting makes things look even more faded. it's like disney was scared of making a movie that made its audience feel... anything. all to celebrate 100 years of Disney slop, baby!!!

Some YouTube videos I liked in January: 💥 An Exhaustive Look at Pokemon Brilliant Diamond 💥 TomSka's Guide to Plagiarism 💥 Paradise Bombed (this video is a great piece of journalism and i’m definitely not doing it justice by throwing it into the youtube vid list) 💥 Surprising Our Friends with Zoo Animals 💥 Did FNAF Ever Have a Good Story?

thanks for reading! next month’s roundup will be wild because i’ll likely be reviewing House of Leaves and Hazbin Hotel. can you guess which cursed house gives me a worse headache? WHO KNOWS! (hint: it's Hazbin Hotel)

#under the readmore is pretty long! oh boy i love having opinions about media #most stuff in january i liked a lot though :] good month of stuff!! #review roundup #<- oh boy new tag for this series #long post

[wormstacheangel]

Day 2: Pumpkin Patch

Run. Run. Run. 

Dean's lungs hurt with every step he took. He felt as if he was going to pass out, throw up, and then his heart was going to jump out of his chest like a cartoon. All in that order.

But he couldn’t slow down. He needed to save his own ass from getting sacrificed—he really needs to stop using himself as bait—as well as the poor son of a bitch they left in here with him. Dean barely saw the dude but he knew one of them was getting nailed in the cornfield—not in the cool sexy way—and the other in the pumpkin patch. 

He wished they had given him the pumpkin patch because running for his life through a fucking cornfield during the midnight hour sure wasn’t his idea of fun. 

He had a spell ready to kill these tiny Gods but they had to be together and where ever the sacrificial guy was, the Pumpkin King was sure to follow. Unless he was eaten already then Dean was screwed. 

 He wasn’t sure if he was even running in the right direction, the cornfield felt never-ending, but then he tripped into a clearing. Rolling behind some hay and bumping heads with somebody.

“Ow!” Dean hissed. Not because of the head bump but because someone just punched him hard on the shoulder. The dude looked like he was ready to do it again, winding up his arm and wide blue eyes looking extra crazy under the moonlight.

“Stop! Stop! Stop. Hey….buddy?” Dean grabbed the dude's fist and quickly pinned it behind him. “You got kidnapped and left for dead in this field for a monster to kill you?”

The man quickly nodded, knocking Dean backward and pinning him underneath his body. Dean looked up, surprised but in awe of this beautiful man. 

“I had a bad morning.” The handsome stranger said. A voice so smooth and deep it made Dean want to sigh dreamily at him, but he needed to not be killed first. 

“Tell me about it.” Dean tried to charm his way out of this one but a loud scream of something otherworldly brought his attention back to reality. “Sorry let me introduce myself,” The man raised a brow at him but Dean felt the body weight on top of him become lighter. “I’m Dean and I know how to kill these bitches.”

“Oh?” They heard footsteps come closer and Castiel looked around before they both quickly crawled toward the cornfield. They lay low and held their breath for what felt like forever. 

Eventually, the footsteps got further and further away and they crawled their way back to where they met. Backs against the stack of hay and eyes facing forward towards the cornfield. 

“Cas.” The man whispered to Dean after they both finally caught their breath. “And I don’t know how I got here. But I want to go home. Alive. Preferably.”

“Well, Cas,” Dean held his hand out for Cas to take for a shake but Cas kept their grip. Dean could feel their pulse race between their palms and didn’t pull back either. Instead, he gave Cas’s hand a little squeeze of reassurance, meeting those wide eyes filled with terror but determination—probably a bad combination. “I’ll make sure of it.”

Cas smiled, it was small but Dean wanted to see more of it. “Thank you, Dean.”

Oh. 

Oh no. The sacrifice is cute.

#suptober23 #destiel #destiel au #meet cute #fic #wormstachewrites

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 18- Home Seems So Far Away

Summary: Both Wanda's come to a conclusion on how to get you home, but it seems so far out of reach.

Vision let out an exhausted sigh as he walked out of the boys’ bedroom. He didn’t know how his wife was going to locate where you and America came from.

He gave a small smile to his wife who looked just as exhausted and puzzled as he did. “What a night, huh? Are the girls settled?”

Wanda nodded her head as she walked into her husband's open arms and placed her head on his chest. “America fell asleep on the couch and the little one is fast asleep in the crib. Vision, what are we going to do? It’s odd but the baby seems to know who I am.”

Vision's eyes grew big at Wanda’s statement. “Honey, do you think it’s possible she belongs to a version of yourself in an alternate timeline?”

Wanda gasped as she pulled away as the thought processed. “Vision, my love you’re a genius! Oh, but I don’t know how I would get in contact or find the right Wanda. I’d have to use chaos magic… and I just don’t like what it does to me.” Wanda said as she felt conflicted emotions arise.

“Honey, let’s head to bed. We can figure things out in the morning.” Vision said as he led his wife to the bedroom.

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“Is it possible Y/n is in an alternate timeline?” Carol asked the team of Avengers who were tirelessly trying to locate you.

It took a few minutes for Wanda to process what Carol was proposing to the team. “It’s possible. Y/n has powers but the portal that took her felt different. It didn’t feel like Y/n’s powers that whisked her away.”

Nat stood up and began to pace, “if y/n is on another timeline how the fuck are we going to locate her?” She half shouted as she began to pace even faster. She felt so helpless as she looked at her team who were all worried about her, Wanda, and you. “I’m sorry. I just… I just want to find our little Tiger.”

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Billy and Tommy sat at the kitchen table rubbing their tired eyes.

“Babies are so loud.” Billy said as he let out a loud groan.

Tommy groaned as well, as he put his head in his hands.

America looked just as tired as everyone else. The only one who seemed well rested was you.

You babbled happily when Wanda clipped you into the high chair. You ate the cereal puffs and scrambled eggs that she placed on the tray in front of you.

“Mama!” You squealed as you kicked your feet and stuffed your face.

“We’re going to find your mama, little one.” Vision said as he talked to you. He found you absolutely adorable even though you had woken up several times in the night crying to be fed.

The kids ate their breakfast as they watched cartoons from the living room tv. You babbled happily as you ate your food. Mealtimes always made you happy now that you were fully a little.

Wanda placed a sippy cup full of apple juice and placed it in front of you. “Here, little one. Are you thirsty?” She asked as she watched you drink happily.

Your eyes lit up as you tasted the sweet juice. Your real mama’s didn’t let you normally drink sugary drinks very often. If they did give it to you they normally filled your cup with water as well. You drank your juice so fast that you started to choke a little. Tears began to form as you started to cough.

“Slow down, little one.” Vision said as he saw you sucking down the juice. He moved quickly when he heard you begin to cough. You began to cry as you felt the juice go down the wrong pipe and you found it hard to breathe. Vision patted your back and spoke softly to you.

“It’s alright. You’re okay.” Vision said as he gently swayed back and forth once you had caught your breath.

Wanda felt scared when she heard you begin to cough but felt reassured when her husband jumped into action. She remembered when the boys were toddlers and had a habit of putting things in their mouths. “Is she alright, Vision?”

You laid your head on Vision's chest and let out a shaky sigh as you sniffled. You felt safe in his arms. It was a different type of safety you normally felt with your mama’s. It reminded you of when your uncle Clint or Tony held you.

“She’s perfectly fine. I think she just got excited when she got a taste of the apple juice. Her mama must not give her sweets very often.” He said as continued to gently rub your back.

The kids had all watched you choke and they looked relieved as they saw you relax in Vision’s arms. America walked up to you and patted your back gently as well. “I’m glad she will be okay. Have you found out how to get her back to her family?” America asked.

Wanda bit her lip nervously as she nodded her head. She looked at her boys, “boys why don’t you go give Sparky a walk? It’s about time he has one.” She told more than asked the boys. She didn’t want them to hear about chaotic magic.

Tommy and Billy both groaned as their shoulders dropped, “but mom… we want to hear how you and dad are going to find their parents.” Tommy argued.

“Boys, listen to your mother. Go on and walk Sparkly.” Vision said firmly.

Both boys crossed their arms in defeat and obeyed their parents as they grabbed Sparkly’s leash and walked out the front door.

America turned to face Vision and Wanda, “it’s not going to be easy finding her parents is it?”

Wanda let out a defeated sigh as she sat in front of America, “no, it’s not going to be easy. We think that you and her come from alternate timelines. In order to find the right one I will have to use chaos magic.”

“Is chaos magic bad?” America asked. “It isn’t always bad; but it can be. I don’t like how it makes me feel or who it turns me into; but I’m going to try to find her parents. Speaking of which, what about your parents?” Wanda asked after she explained the details of chaos magic.

America’s head hung low and for the first time she felt tears trickle down her face. “They’re gone. My home. My planet. My mom’s. Everything is gone.” Sobs erupted past her lips as she allowed herself to grieve.

Wanda moved quickly to pull the young girl into her arms. Wanda didn’t know what to say or how to respond. When her parents had died, the words of strangers never gave her any condolences. Sometimes it was just better to hold someone and offer them comfort.

Vision looked down at you asleep in his arms and then looked sadly at America who was grieving in Wanda’s arms, “don’t worry my dears. We will figure things out.”

#wandanat x little reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #wandanat imagine #little reader #marvel imagine #natasha imagine #wanda maximoff

[letssimptogether]

(G/N)Reader Cuddling w/ the Sinclair Brothers

a/n: i’m taking a bath and i’m feelin fluffy don’t @ me ansbsbsbsb i hope you all enjoy!❤️✨

warnings: none! this is pure fluff🫶🏻

Bo Sinclair

Bo came back to the house from the garage, and sat on the couch with a huff. He was working on fixing the spark plugs on an old Jeep one of the victims left behind, and it was causing him way more trouble than he expected.

He let his head fall into his hands, as Y/N walked into the living room.

“What’s wrong, babe?” They asked, worry evident in their tone.

“‘s these damn spark plugs,” Bo started, “I just can’t get them out of the spot in the damned engine bay.”

Y/N nodded, not really understanding much about cars, but understanding how complicated it can probably be. They placed a supportive hand on his back, rubbing in slow circles.

“I’ve been out there since 8, it’s what, 3 now?” He huffed again.

An idea struck Y/N, and they pulled Bo to lay down, his head facing up on their lap.

“Don’t worry about that for now,” Y/N spoke as they switched the TV on before reaching their hand to rub Bo’s scalp gently.

He closed his eyes softly, and let out an relieved sigh. Bo’s head sank in Y/n’s thighs as he relaxed his head into their touch.

After a few minutes, Bo fell asleep on Y/N’s lap, and they sat on the couch contentedly watching a marathon of old cartoons.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent was in the basement, carefully sketching and sculpting his latest project. It’s been a few hours, and he hadn’t paid attention to eating or drinking anything; he wanted to get this piece done.

Y/N knocks, and follows the stairs down to where Vincent’s seated, a tray with two small sandwiches and matching cups of water, and placed the items down next to him.

“Have you eaten yet today, Vinny?” Y/N asked, slowly draping their arms over Vincent’s slouched shoulders, careful as to not damage the warm wax he was working with.

A small grunt escaped his lips as he leaned into their hug.

“I haven’t either,” They pursed their lips together, “would you want to eat lunch together?”

Vincent smiled slightly under his mask, and accepted the offer, listening to Y/N talk about the latest story in their life, and laughing along with Y/N as they both ate.

When they were both done, Vincent motioned Y/N to sit on his lap while he sculpted, leaving his head into the crook of their neck as if to leave small peppered kisses.

The both of them sat peacefully in each others presence, enjoying how warm each others body seemed against their own.

Lester Sinclair

(poor bby deserves more love😭❤️)

Lester laid a blanket down on the grass, motioning Y/N to sit. The deep blue turning to a black haze overtook the small town of Ambrose, as the moon illuminated the clear night sky.

As Y/N began to lay, Lester joined them, pulling another blanket overtop of them so they don’t get cold.

“Do you know any of the constellations?” Y/N asked.

Lester shook his head, and pulled Y/N closer to his chest, to which they happily rested their head on.

Pointing up, they hummed happily; “That one up ahead is Perseus. In my mythology class, I learned every 3 days, one of the stars would go out, and that would be the Graeae sisters fighting over the one shared eye.”

Lester smiled, and pointed a little to the right, while tightening his grip with his other arm, as if to give them a hug.

“That one’s Andromeda!” Y/N listed the myth behind her as well.

Y/N dozed off after a while, the soothing sound of Lester’s heartbeat playing a soft lullaby to them.

#slashers x reader #slashers x gn reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x gn reader #vincent sinclair x gn reader #lester sinclair x gn reader #x gn reader

[theboywithburninghands]

Greetings. I got Funnybunny and Buttonblossom. So this is a direct sequel to my last story. If you know anything about shipping, you can probably see the direction these tidbits are taking. But hopefully it’s a welcome direction! Anyway, enjoy, it was a while in the works I know… sorry!

Friends Who Kiss: Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Doll

Pomni never thought she’d get stir-crazy in her bedroom. Her one safe haven in this rainbow-colored madness was starting to bore her. She supposed it was inevitable, people tended to get bored of doing nothing, even if doing nothing was what they wanted with all their heart. Jax, Kinger and Zooble got carted off to enjoy their “reward” of a day at the amusement park after that day’s adventure, so she couldn’t go talk to her boyf-

…

Her friend that she kissed. So, instead of letting time slow to a crawl as she laid in bed, probably getting her depressed in the process, she decided to get up and go for a walk.

The circus grounds were pretty, but in the same way that N64 or PS1 games were pretty. Vibrant, phony green grass, hills that were smooth enough up close but jagged and blurred at a distance, a lake of royal blue water that flickered on the surface if you stood too far away. It at least felt real enough, the sunlight was warm and she could hear birds… although she didn’t see any birds. Probably just a looping .wav file.

Sun: HIYA POMNI!

Pomni: GH- Oh. Uh. Hey… *waves awkwardly at the Sun*

Sun: Don’t look at me too long! I cause irreparable solar retinopathy!

Pomni: …Uh huh. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.

Sun: Okaaay~!

Pomni went down to the Digital Lake. Caine had dunked her in the water on her first day here, and her sensory overload from that experience basically blocked out what the water felt like. She sat at the edge of the deep blue simulated water, listening to the sound (or was it sound file?) of the waves lapping against the shore. Pomni stopped to remove her shoes, found that she couldn’t, and simply waded into the water. The water felt… nice. Cool, a little too chilly to jump right into. She would have cringed at the thought of her socks getting wet, but she couldn’t tell if the yellow things on the ankles of her shoes were socks or not. So whatever.

She thought about going out into the water. Her outfit was anything but swimwear, but it didn’t stop her from sleeping in it, so what did she care if it got wet? This world was like a cartoon, she’d probably dry off in like five seconds… still, it would have been nicer to go swimming with a friend. She sat on the beach.

Pomni: Hm… I wonder if he likes swimming?

Pomni heard footfalls behind her and flicked her head around. Ragatha was making her way towards the beach, but she paused mid-step upon seeing Pomni turn to look at her.

Ragatha: Sorry, can I join you? Or did you want to be alone?

Pomni: Uh… n-no, I don’t mind. I- just… I’ve never seen this part of the circus up close.

Ragatha smiled and moved to sit down beside Pomni, smoothing out her dress as she sat cross-legged on the sand beside her.

Ragatha: It’s kinda peaceful when things aren’t insane, right? I like coming down here too. It’s like a safe area in a video game… Did you ever play Legend of Zelda?

Pomni: Uh… I might’ve. It’s hard to remember a lot about the outside.

Ragatha: Yeah. Some things I forget, but there are some memories I can’t even if I tried. I remember when I was a little girl and I saw Ocarina of Time for the first time… it was like magic. The lake here reminds me of Lake Hylia.

Pomni: Uh huh… I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for saving me from that snake.

Ragatha: Oh, Pomni, I was just looking out for you! No worries!

Pomni: N-No. I abandoned you when you needed help on my first day here. I can’t believe I was so selfish…

Ragatha: Pomni. It was your first day. I know you were desperate and scared, because all of us were on our first days. I forgive you. *smiles warmly*

Pomni: …..Okay. *her cheeks redden* I uh… had another question. And it’s a little more, uh… personal?

Ragatha: Alright?

Pomni: …Do you… Do you like girls?

Ragatha: …Romantically?

Pomni: Uh… yes?

Ragatha: Honestly? I’m not sure. It’s been forever since I’ve thought about stuff like that. Why, do you?

Pomni: *blushes again* I like… both. Men and women.

Ragatha: I’m glad you have so many options! Well I guess… had so many options. Again though, why? *gives a curious smile*

Pomni: Uh nothing… I mean, no reason. Just curiosity I guess.

Ragatha: Can I ask you a personal question?

Pomni: *gulp* Sure?

Ragatha: What’s going on with you and Jax?

Pomni: What? Nothing! Uh… n-nothing? Nothing.

Ragatha: *Ragatha rests her chin on her closed fist, smiling* Jax never apologized for anything before you came along. I won’t tell anybody if you guys are fooling around, I promise.

Pomni: We’re not in a relationship or anything…

Ragatha: So a situationship?

Pomni: No-? What- What is that?

Ragatha: I dunno. I heard Zooble say it once and I thought it sounded neat. Plus it seems like the only thing Jax would get into…

Pomni: Well we’re not…

Ragatha: Alright. …So, maybe sometime, you want to go to the amusement park together?

Pomni: WHAT-

Ragatha giggled with a hand over her mouth, then gently shushed Pomni.

Ragatha: Hey, hey, no need to shout! Just a question.

Pomni: Wh-Wh- uh… why…?

Ragatha: Because you’re my friend and I like you?

Pomni: I mean… I-You… I-We-The…

Ragatha: Heyyy, easy, New Stuff. You need to breathe with me again?

Pomni: N-No-I just… I really wasn’t expecting that… I mean… *sighs* Yeah, I’d like to, but Jax would ge-

Pomni gasped sharply and clapped her hands over her mouth. Ragatha raised her eyebrows a bit before her usual pleasant smile turned into a smirk.

Ragatha: I thought sooo.~ You really shouldn’t lie, Pomni. I know you’re shy about things like that, but I mean it when I say I’ll keep your secrets. We have to trust each other.

Pomni: WE’RE- IT’S- NO, You-You-You- got it all wrong! We’re not in a relationship, honest! We’re just friends that kiss sometimes..? *she palms herself in the face for admitting too much yet again*

Ragatha: Ooo la la! You guys have kissed, huh?

Pomni: S#!%!

Ragatha: It’s ok-ay Pomni, I promise I won’t tell. I’m happy for you, really.

Pomni: Y-You’re… happy?

Ragatha: Yeah! I’m always worried when someone new shows up. What if they… you know, abstract? Especially if I really like them. But you’ve got a reason to keep on going now, you know? And oh my god, it must be amazing for Jax. I know he’s unhappy like the rest of us, it’s why he pulls all those… “jokes.” At least I imagine that’s why he does. Having a little joy in his life must be so rejuvenating. It’s hard to come by these days… Joy. You know?

Pomni: …You promise you won’t tell anyone..?

Ragatha: Needle in my eye. *she taps her button and smiles*

Pomni: Okay. …Well. Thanks. Uh, wait… were you serious about the whole going to the amusement park thing?

Ragatha: If you want to, sure! I’ve been on all the rides like a dozen times.

Pomni: Wait, as… friends? Right?

Ragatha: As friends. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of what you and Jax have.

Pomni: We’re just friends! That kiss!

Ragatha: Right, well, I don’t want to get in the way of your “friends-that-kiss-ship.” But I hope you’ll be my friend. That doesn’t kiss.

Pomni: It’s not like I would mind kissing you, but-

Ragatha: What?

The silence that followed dropped like a lead weight. Pomni felt her core freeze solid from adrenaline. She got to her feet robotically and turned back to the tent.

Pomni: Gottagosorry.

Pomni dashed across the field to the tent and ducked into the tent, panting with her hands on her knees.

Pomni: “I wouldn’t mind kissing you-“ UGH I’m such a dum@$$! Stupid, stupid, stupid! *she thumps her fist on her forehead*

The jester sat down on one of the many oversized cubes scattered around the tent and groaned. What was she thinking? Why couldn’t she just be attracted to one person?! It wasn’t that hard! Anyone that showed her a little bit of kindness earned her affection now? Well… no. Jax had been nothing but a troll to her, and she still ended up finding him attractive… Despite his irritating tendencies, the rabbit was one of her only sources of real joy in this place, she couldn’t mess things up with him… That was selfish. Jax’s feelings mattered just as much as hers. It would be beyond selfish to leave him because someone else caught her eye. Selfish and dangerous. What if he was heartbroken, and that heartbreak led to hopelessness, and the hopelessness inevitably led to…

Pomni: F#$%... F#$%!

Pomni covered her mouth with both hands and screamed as loud as she could. She had no fingernails to bite or loose hairs to pick out, so she had to relieve her anxiety somehow. She panted, covered up and screamed again. It wasn’t enough, not even close, but it was something. Like scratching a bug bite, it felt good in the moment but it would only itch again. She knew there was only one real way to cool down the white hot ball of anxiety in her belly, and it was going to suck. She wanted to projectile vomit.

The only real thing to do was rehearse. She got up and began to pace around the tent. Pacing helped her think. Helped with a lot of things, really… It didn’t cure anxiety but it helped temper it somewhat. What was she going to say..?

—-----

Jax, Zooble and Kinger arrived back at the tent around the late afternoon.

Jax: Well that was a waste of time.

Zooble: No s#!%. I think I rode the ferris wheel seven times in a row. ‘Least that way I won’t be nauseous for dinner.

Jax: Time flies when you’re having fun. *gives a huge, fake smile before immediately scowling again*

Zooble: Ugh. Whatever.

Kinger: Hey! W-Who’s that?!

Kinger pointed into the tent. Pomni was in the main room, pacing in a tight square.

Zooble: Oh for… That’s Pomni, Kinger. Are you gonna forget every time she leaves your line of sight like a toddler? Seriously-

Kinger: She’s coming right for us!

Zooble: What?

Pomni was indeed making a mad dash for them. Kinger braced for impact and Zooble took a few steps backwards before Pomni collided with Jax, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

Jax: OOF! Hey what-?!

Pomni only squeezed him tighter, burying her face in his overalls. Jax felt his cheeks warm up despite himself.

Zooble: …Ew.

Jax: Uh… *in a nervous, sing-song whisper* What are you doiiing~...?

Pomni didn’t reply with words, instead grabbing Jax by the wrist and tugging him off to their bedrooms. Zooble and Kinger watched the two of them leave, then swapped confused looks.

Zooble: That was… interesting.

Kinger: Something is amiss. No one has ever hugged Jax before.

Zooble: I’m amazed you remember that and not who Pomni is…

—---

Pomni dragged Jax into her room before slamming the door shut hard enough to rattle a few smaller toys scattered about.

Jax: …Oh, hi Pomni. Yeah, I’m really tired and hungry, thank you for asking. Why, that’s right, I do have a few questions-

Pomni: I can’t calm down. I need to get this all out. Listen for a second…

Jax: …Okay.

Pomni: I don’t want to lose you. I know you said we’re just friends that kiss but you’re really f@#$ing important to me. So just know that you didn’t do anything wrong. But- I have a crush on Ragatha. We didn’t do anything together, but I can’t stop thinking about her and I don’t know why! You-You-You make me really happy and you make me feel like I can survive here and that hasn’t changed but I just feel the… the same thing when I look at her the same way I do when I look at you, and… and… I just feel horrible! I don’t want to replace you because you… you… I… Without you I would have gone crazy by now, and you’re an insufferable clod but you’re so charming and funny and-and-and handsome even if you’re just a cartoon like me, and… oh God I wish I knew how to stop what I’m feeling but I can’t, and I felt like exploding all afternoon because I thought of you hearing all this and then abstracting, and it would have been my fault because I just couldn’t keep my stupid hormones in check and then I wouldn’t have you anymore and I would basically be a murderer and I’d cry myself to sleep every night and-and it… and… and-and-and-and…

Pomni stammered for a while longer before panting heavily, staring down at the floor. She couldn’t bring herself to look at Jax.

Pomni: I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I-I-I-I… I’m sorry…

Jax: …You think I’m handsome, huh?

Pomni: WRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! *claps her hands to the sides of her head and falls to her knees*

Jax: Jeez, okay! Not the answer you were looking for, got it! Just trying to lighten the mood..!

Pomni: And I so appreciate it! I mean that! But I feel like the world’s gonna end right now! And I’d appreciate a real reaction pleeeease! *yanks on the bells of her coxcomb hat*

Jax: If this is about yesterday, I told you I forgive you. I thought you were cheating, but you weren’t.

Pomni: B-But isn’t this cheating? Liking someone else?

Jax: No? I told you, you can be “friends that kiss” with Ragatha too, if you tell me first. If that’s what you want, go ahead and go. Honestly, I’m not surprised. You said she was pretty.

Pomni: She is pretty.

Jax: If you like kissing Raggedy Ann. *short chuckle* Look, Pompom. We’re already in technohell. Whatever keeps you from abstracting is okay with me. As long as I get my time with you.

Pomni: Don’t call me Pompom. But… of course… I’m not replacing you. I just… I like Ragatha too.

Jax: Gay.

Pomni: Shut up. I… I guess I was worried you’d be really upset.

Jax: Nah. I think you were more upset than me, honestly. I get it, it’s kinda weird to just have a bunch of people you kiss. But honestly? Who cares? …I gotta wonder though, what made you want to ask? Was it the snake?

Pomni: Sort of the snake. But… she asked me to go to the amusement park with her today.

Jax: And you said you would? Spoilers, it sucks.

Pomni: *small laugh* It’s not like we have other options.

Jax: There’s the lake.

Pomni: …I think I want to take you to the lake.

Jax: You- Oh. ….Eheh. *he blushes* Yeah. I think that’d be fun.

Pomni: Fun? In this place? That’ll be the day!

The two of them laughed together, before Pomni gave him a hug. He hugged her back.

Pomni: …We’re just going to the amusement park. It’s not like we’re going to make out or anything yet.

Jax: Pompom. I’m not jealous.

Pomni: I know, but you said this was your first relationship, and… and I didn’t want to ruin it. And I don’t want you to abstract…

Jax: I’m not gonna. I’ve got you.

Pomni: Yeah. You do have me… until this whole place comes crashing down. I lov-

Jax’s ears shot up, and Pomni froze, looking up at him with wide, roulette eyes.

Jax: …Yeah. Same. *he winks* But we both know that already, so don’t say it, okay?

Pomni: Okay… do… you want to stay here tonight?

Jax: I’d really like that, yeah.

The two “friends that kissed” hugged each other for a long while longer, until Jax broke the silence.

Jax: Uh… why are your shoes so wet..?

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“What is wrong with you?” You asked and glared at Nick. He had shown up out of the blue one day and befriended you. It had been a slow-going friendship but it was clear that he wanted more from you.

"Simply knowing you existed wasn’t good enough for you. I needed to have you. To keep you for myself." He answered. The two of you had been walking home. He always walked you home and by the time you closed your door and rushed to peek out of the window down the side of the front door, he was gone. You frowned at him. It started to rain as you thought over what he said.

“You knowing I existed wasn’t good enough for me?” You asked and narrowed your eyes, looking at him suspiciously. He nodded and smiled. It had started to rain lightly as the two of you spoke.

“You deserve better than…” He trailed off and gestured towards town. You gave him a hard stare and started walking again. Hurrying to keep up with you he jogged a few steps forwards and tried to keep up with your fast pace.

“That’s creepy.” You pointed out. He sighed and nodded slowly.

“I can see how that… could be… seen that way.” He said carefully. You hummed and stopped at the end of your driveway. Watching him carefully you smiled and turned to walk down the driveway, leaving him there without saying a word. You expected him to follow you or to turn and leave but he just waited until you were inside. You rushed to the window and yet again he was gone. After a few minutes, your friends ran down the drive and let themselves in.

“He vanished.” They said excitedly.

“Well yeah, I know he does that. That’s why I asked for your help figuring out what his deal is.” You said quickly. One of them shook their head and held up their phone. 

“He vanished!” They repeated and showed you a video of the two of you. Once you heard your front door close in the video he vanished from sight. You stared at the phone as the video ended. “We… I need to do some research or something!” 

“Something.” You agreed in surprise. The three of you stayed up most of the night, finding an old notebook that you ripped the use pages out and started searching what could be going on online. You managed to find a chat room that was dedicated to witches and warlocks. 

“This is silly. I know what we all saw but come on. Witches? This guy is talking about hunting people down that he thinks are witches.” Your friend said quietly. You snapped your laptop shut.

“Why don’t we go to the library tomorrow? We can see if there are some books or something…” You offered when the three of you became equally creeped out by the online ramblings. Agreeing, the three of you settled in to watch an old cartoon rerun and quickly forgot about the whole ordeal for a few hours.

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The Angel In Garden of Evil | Chapter Eleven: Putting The Pieces Together Again

Summary: Hobie's in town and Angel isn't a very good patient.

Warnings: 18+ Only, mentions of injury, soft Peter, angsty Angel, mentions of the bombing, medical equipment, business talk, genre typical tropes.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Okay, so I'm still really unsure about the end of this, I feel like things went from 0-100 real fast regarding Angel and Felicia and feel like the end just feels clunky in rhythm but I don't know how to fix it so we're just gonna let it be and keep moving forward. This is mostly plot and dialogue. We are bringing things down into a slow period here because everything else so far has transpired in the space of around 48 hours and of course with Angel's injuries we need a little time to settle. Anyway we start puzzling together the back story of why Angel really came back to New York in this chapter so I hope you're ready...

ELEVEN

Beep boop… Beep boop… Beep boop…

“I don’t care how much it’s gonna cost, I want her at home where it’s safe, not in some shitty hospital room where anyone can walk in off the street.”

‘Peter?’ Her body was so heavy, her brain foggy. ‘What was that sound?’

Beep boop… Beep boop... Beep boop…. Kurrrrsshhk. Beep boop... Beep boop...

‘Did he say hospital?’

Nothing.

Beep… Beep… Beep.

“Hey, boss, the British cavalry has arrived.”

Eddie?

Beep… Beep… Beep.

There was a change in pressure on her hand. The scrape of chair legs on the floor.

“Thanks man, do you think you can…”

Nothing.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

Ouch. Her whole body ached. She scrunched up her face, her skin felt so dry as her facial muscles creased. Uhhhggg. Why couldn’t she move? Why did she feel so heavy and achy and…

She opened her eyes, blinking a couple times in the dark room. Where was she? 

“Hey Sleeping Beauty- No, no! Don’t move.” A feminine voice said beside her.

She rolled her head to see a woman with bleached blonde hair sat in a chair beside her, a magazine now held closed in her fingers as she sat forward and reached a hand out to her. 

“Hurts.” Angel said hoarsely.

“I bet.” Felicia said as she stood up, stepping closer to something just out of sight of her vision. Felicia hit a couple of buttons on the morphine machine and it let out a small hiss as the next dose was released down the tube, feeding itself into the cannula in the back of Angel’s hand. There was a couple second delay as it took the liquid a moment to start pumping through her bloodstream, but she soon released a small sigh of relief as it began to take effect.

“There you go.” The blonde said as she stepped back into Angel’s field of vision.

“Where’s Peter? What happened?” Angel tried to say.

“Don’t move, I’ll go get him. Just wait here okay.” Felicia said. Angel noted it was the kindest she’d ever heard the young woman speak.

Angel let her head sink back into the pillow as she tried to remember what had happened. They’d interrogated Jackson Brice and she and Peter got into a fight because she had shot him… then she had stopped in at the cafe… wait she had been picked up by Miles… Then it came back to her. The bomb. She grew panicked, trying to sit up, the machines that seemed to surround her suddenly increasing their beeping.

“Hey, hey, hey. Stop! Don’t move.” Peter said, rushing into the room. “Angel stop it. Stay still-“

She sneered at a pain in her side, a bandaged hand bracing her ribs. “Ahhhgg.” 

“Baby- Princess, look at me. It’s okay, you’re okay, relax.” Peter tried to soothe.

“-Miles!” She attempted to interrupt.

“He’s okay, he’s okay.” He reassured her. “He’s currently sitting on the sofa down the hall with his leg up on the coffee table watching cartoons, he’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

His hands helped to relax her back into the pillows of the bed as the beeping machines began to return to their previous steady rhythm.

“The hub.” She croaked, tears in her eyes as she looked at him. He couldn’t say anything, his eyes falling to look at the bed sheets as he gave a small shake of his head.

“No.” She said quietly. “NO!” She said again, her voice breaking into a wail as tears stung her eyes. “How many people?” She tried to ask, her words strained as she fought to contain her tears. He shook his head again, unable to speak. “Peter!” Her voice pleaded.

“They’re still digging people out of the rubble.” He said broken.

Her head rolled away from him as she sniffed, tears silently staining the pillow as she tried not to sob, knowing it would hurt her body too much. He brushed a soothing hand over her arm. She sniffed again as she turned back to him and asked, “how bad-“

“You sustained a small fracture to your wrist and broke 3 of your ribs. You’re probably also gonna have a nice scar here.” He said, lifting his thumb to gently ghost across her left eyebrow, not close enough to actually touch, but still indicate where she’d split her head open. There was a pause as he looked her over. “If you guys hadn’t stopped off at that cafe…” he said, his voice trailing off. Then they probably wouldn’t be here right now. Her mind filled in for her. “What made you…” she could tell he was too emotional to even complete his sentence, just relieved she was still alive.

“My Mom.” She said wistfully. Her brow furrowed, “We turned onto the street and I just, after our argument, I just needed a time out… Peter she was there. I know she was there, I could feel her. She saved me.”

Peter never really believed in ghosts or spirits but he knew there had to have been someone looking out for him that day to be able to bring her back home to him.

“How long…”

“You’ve been asleep for a couple days.” He informed her.

“What else have I missed?”

“Hobie arrived last night.”

“Hobie’s here?”

Hobie Brown was the head of their British operation. They’d sat down with a few people on their London visit four and a half years ago to help expand Peter’s operation and reach. Hobie had been her choice. He was old school British punk with a heart of gold, a stick it to the man attitude with loyalty to the little guy, just like Peter. She thought he had been the perfect pick and it turns out she wasn’t wrong seeing as their London alliance was still going strong.

“Yeah, he called and said he was hopping on a plane the moment they started showing the bombing on the news.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” She tried to shift herself back up against the pillows so she sat up, instead of lying down.

“The plan is that you’re going to rest.” Peter quickly said.

“Am I fuck!” she began to protest.

“Angel, you have 3 broken ribs and a fractured wrist, what do you think you’re exactly going to do?”

“I can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“Yes you can. And you will.” he insisted. “Unless you’re hiding away any other secrets that are gonna help us put an end to the Vulture, then there’s nothing more you can do and I’d sooner die than let you go back out there and get hurt- again.” he pressed.

She was silent. She had to analyse the facts, no matter how much she hated it, he was right. 

“Look I promise to keep bringing you updates but there’s no way I’m letting you leave this building again until I’ve personally put a bullet in Adrian Toombes’ head.”

There’s a long pause between them before she asks, “So I guess this means you’ve forgiven me for everything that happened downstairs?”

Peter fights the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips at her choice of subject change as he turns his head to look at the ceiling, composing himself, before he can look at her again.

“Princess, I heard that bomb go off and immediately thought the worst, you think I’m gonna stay mad at you for what happened?” There was a quiet raspy chuckle to his voice, like he couldn’t even believe she had asked that question. “But there is something I need to ask you about.” He said, his voice turning serious. “I need you to tell me what happened when you came back from Italy.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, your Father was adamant about keeping you out of the city, heck even out of the country to keep you away from me and caught up in our drama. Why did he suddenly change his mind?”

She thought a moment as she tried to work out what he was getting at before recounting the events that had brought her back to the city. “Hymie just showed up at the house one day, said he had orders to bring me home.” she said with a frown.

“And you didn’t think that was odd?” Peter asked her.

“I mean yeah a little, but I had been writing letters to my Dad and asking to come home ever since he sent me there. I figured things between you and him might have died down, that you might have come to some sort of arrangement, but then I got home…” her voice trailed off as she continued to think. “They took me straight to his office when we got back. I was so jet-lagged-” she shook her head as she tried to shake off the drugs and recollect, but it just made her head throb and feel dizzy. Peter recognised the anguished look on her face and immediately reached his hand out to cup her cheek and hold her head steady, his thumb brushing over her temple as she closed her eyes.

“It’s okay, you should rest.” he cooed.

“No, no, no. I can do this,” she reassured him. “They took me to the office.” she started again, “He said he’d allow me to stay home on three conditions.”

“What were they?”

She opened her eyes to look at him. “I mean the first and most obvious one was I wasn’t allowed to see you.” Peter reluctantly nodded in understanding, willing them to get past the fact before it started to consume them again. “Then he said he wanted me to learn how to use a gun properly and how to fight. I was awoken at 5am the following morning by Luka to start my training. I wasn’t allowed out of the building until I was deemed proficient enough.”

“Okay and what was the third thing?”

“I had to do exactly what he said, when he said it. Said it was for my safety and protection.”

“Did he say anything about the Italians?” Peter asked her.

“No, not at first. Not until the stash house on west 53rd and 9th got raided.” her brow furrowed again, trying to work out what her husband was getting at. “Why?”

“Hobie said the Vulture had had a sit down meeting with the Romano’s in Italy not long before shit started kicking off with your Dad.”

“As in the Italian mob?” she asked.

“Yeah, seems they reached out to the Bianchi’s over here who started targeting your Dad’s business.”

“But what’s that got to do with me coming home?”

“Did your Dad mention something to you about a break in at the Phoenix?”

“The club?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

She shook her head. “No.”

“We thought it was just some kids breaking in and stealing some liquor, but turns out it was never about that.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not about what they took… It’s about what they left behind?” She was silent as she waited for him to get to the point. “It was pictures of you.”

“What?” her voice was a whisper, she didn’t understand.

“They were pictures of you, in Italy.” Peter said, getting his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the snap shots Eddie had forwarded on to him after he’d gone digging and asking questions the day before.

There was picture after picture. Her walking through the little village grocery shopping. Her helping a neighbour pick grapes. There were even pictures taken of her through the windows of her little secluded cottage. Pictures of her cooking in the kitchen. Getting changed in her bedroom.

“They were left on the desk in the club’s office. Jimmy found them when he came in the following morning to find the place had been robbed. Whether the kids were sent to deliver the pictures or just the perfect cover we still don’t know but the message that was left was pretty clear. They knew where you were and they wanted your Dad to know they knew that.”

She was silent as she tried to process it all. “So he brought me home because he thought it’d be safer by his side.” she questioned, her brow frowned to the point Peter thought she was gonna split the stitches above her left eye.

“Hey! There she is! I heard you was awake.” Hobie’s voice boomed as he entered the room. His tone and ever jovial mood instantly broke the brewing tension that had been beginning to fall on the space.

“Hey Hobie.” she smiled for him as he moved over to try and gently hug her. She groaned slightly, her muscles still slightly tense, achy and bruised, despite the morphine now steadily pumping through her body.

“You know, this guy right here has been one moody fucker without you.” Hobie jested, slugging Peter in the shoulder.

“What? Spider boy here?” she jested with a smile, “Never.”

“Haha.” Peter deadpanned, still uncomfortable with being the butt of the joke, ever since she returned. “Look she needs to get some rest, I’ll talk to you downstairs.” Peter said, kindly dismissing Hobie. Although Hobie worked for Peter, he was much taller than Peter and he’d seen Hobie throw a punch many times; and being at the end of Hobie’s rage was not a place Peter ever wanted to be. so he always made sure to speak to him like an equal. “You gonna be okay if I’m gone a moment?” he turned to ask her.

“Depends, how long is a moment?” she asked back coily.

“Get some rest.” he said standing before leaning over her and placing a kiss to her head. “You hungry? I could get Eddie to bring something up if you want?” He checked in with her as Hobie left the room.

At the mention of food her stomach growled and they had to hold in their laughter at its uncanny timing. “Can I get one of those chicken avocado sandwiches from the Diamond?” she asked sheepishly, as if it would be too much of a task.

“I’ll go get an order put in now and have someone run it over.” he said. “I’ll try not to be too long.” he said again before reaching to place another kiss to her head. “Rest.” he commanded as he pulled the door too, but she was having none of it.

With no one else around, she fully assessed the room. It wasn’t their bedroom and it didn’t look like either of the guest rooms Peter had shown her either. She assumed she must be in one of the other empty apartments in the building, the room having been especially kitted out to fit the machines she had around the bed. Her body groaned as she tried to carefully reach for a tv remote on the simple bedside cabinet, her fingers hitting the power button and switching it over to the news channels, eager for any news to start piecing together what had happened.

‘16 dead, 49 still critically injured after Chinatown bombing.’ A headline across the bottom of the screen read.

“2 days after the bombing here on Mulberry Street,” a reporter said as she stood in front of a line of yellow caution tape posted at the end of the street to cordon the area off, “the final number of those injured or deceased is still to be determined. Police are saying the explosion is tied to an increasing number of incidents linked with organised crime families here in the city.”

“Hey, turn that off.” Felicia said as she stormed into the room.

“But I want to know-”

“No, you don’t. Trust me.”

“They said 16 people were dead.”

“Stop asking questions you really don’t want the answer-”

“For fuck sake!” Angel exclaimed, snapping. “I am not a child. I have been wrapped up in this shit since before you were even born.”

“Don’t get all high and mighty with me!” Felicia sassed back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“Yeah, I’m sure fucking my husband has been so hard for you!”

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” Eddie said as he rushed into the room. “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? WE’RE ALL ON THE SAME SIDE, WHY ARE WE GETTING AT EACH OTHER?”

“Uuuhhhgg I’m done here. She can be your fucking problem.” Felicia said as she stormed out of the room. She slammed the tv remote into Eddie’s chest as she left.

“I know you’ve just been through a whole thing and are hopped up on pain meds but not cool Angel, not cool.” He continued to mutter as he went and put the tv remote on top of a chest of draws on the other side of the room.

“I just want to know what I’ve missed and what’s going on!” Angel protested.

“What’s going on is that we’re barely hanging on by a thread right now.” Eddie said to her honestly. “The Vulture has made shit very fucking personal and also put a spotlight on everything going on making it impossible to retaliate. The cops are up our ass, Peter is trying to work out a new deal with Stacy but given their history it is not going well. I’m not gonna lie, it’s an absolute shit show and with you out for the count Pete has been working with one hand behind his back. We need everyone to work together right now, not making shit worse.”

“Did you know that he’d been fucking her?” Angel blurted out.

“I suspected but it wasn’t my place to say.” Eddie said. “But it doesn’t mean he wasn’t fucked up about you being gone. You’ve always been his everything Angel and you know that.” She rolled her eyes at him. “Look, I was coming up here because this just arrived downstairs for you.” He said handing her over a phone.

She frowned for a moment thinking it was a brand new phone that Peter had got for her, but when she clicked the power button she saw it wasn’t a new phone, it was her phone. She’d left it behind at the house when everything had happened. She hadn’t even thought about it. “One of the kids handed it in.” Eddie informed her. By kids he just meant one of the younger recruits around the same age as Miles. “Said he found it when they got sent over to the house.” The screen had a small crack across it now, but it was completely functional. “They umm charged it up, they didn’t know who’s phone it was because it was dead and of course the picture.”

The lock screen picture was an old photo of her and Peter on a beach in the Bahamas. It was where they had gone on their honeymoon all those years ago. It was the only thing that had kept her going the whole time they were apart.

“He really did miss you Angel.” Eddie reassured her before he started to back out of the room.

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The Only Gift

Just a little modern AU E/R Christmas fluff ahead of the winter storm we're supposed to get here. Happy Holidays!

A knock sounded on the door and Grantaire all but sprinted over to answer it. A rumpled and exhausted-looking Enjolras gave him a bemused sort of look before remarking, “I must have the wrong house. My boyfriend is never up before 5am.”

“Ass,” Grantaire said, with no small amount of affection, not the least because it was a generally accurate statement, on most days at least. But this was not most days – today was Christmas, and far more importantly, Enjolras was home. Which was why, despite smelling almost as rough as he looked, Grantaire didn’t hesitate before reaching out to wrap Enjolras in a hug. “I missed you,” he said, his voice muffled against Enjolras’s chest. “Terrible attempts at jokes and all.”

Enjolras kissed him on the forehead before remarking, “You know, I was only gone for a week.”

“It felt longer,” Grantaire informed him, lacing their fingers together and tugging Enjolras inside. “Especially since I was up all night waiting for you.”

“Well, it’s a long flight from D.C.,” Enjolras said, scrubbing a hand across his face as he trailed after Grantaire into the kitchen. “Made longer by all the nightmarish travel delays.”

Grantaire just arched an eyebrow as he leaned against the kitchen counter. “I don’t think you can blame travel delays from a storm two days ago for you voluntarily booking a ticket on the 1am flight.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes even as he took a step forward, his hands bracketing Grantaire’s hips as he pressed him against the counter. “What can I say,” he murmured, his eyes dropping to Grantaire’s lips. “I had a promise to keep.”

He hummed a few off-key bars of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” before kissing Grantaire, a slow, heady kiss made all the better by the few days without such kisses. Of course, just when the kiss was getting good, Enjolras abruptly broke away, sniffing the air like a cartoon character who had caught scent of a pie cooling on a windowsill. “Coffee!” he exclaimed, stumbling over to the coffeemaker which was letting out its usual hisses of steam as the coffee finished brewing.

Grantaire watched with amusement as Enjolras fumbled for a coffee mug and filled it almost all the way to the brim before taking a hefty gulp. “You act like they don’t have coffee in D.C.,” he teased.

Enjolras didn’t even bother giving him a look. “For my purposes, they didn’t,” he said. “I barely had time to leave the hotel, so I’ve been drinking instant coffee all week. This is real coffee.”

“Barely left the hotel, hm?” Grantaire said innocently, picking at a stray thread at the cuff of his sweatshirt. “What were you doing in the hotel all that time? Or should I say, who were you doing?”

Enjolras gave him the finger. “Ass,” he said, just as affectionately as Grantaire had earlier. “As if anyone else would put up with me for long enough to get me in bed.”

Grantaire barked a laugh. “Now that is fair,” he admitted.

“Besides,” Enjolras added, draining his coffee mug and setting it down on the counter before crossing to Grantaire again, “the only person I would want to spend a marathon fucking session with is you.”

“You really know how to romance a guy,” Grantaire murmured, tilting his head up to kiss Enjolras once more.

Enjolras laughed lightly as he pulled away to refill his coffee mug, this time also courteously filling one for Grantaire, though he made sure to leave room for cream and sugar. “By the way,” he said, handing Grantaire his coffee before heading to where he’d dropped his bag, “I brought you a little something.”

He tossed the small, wrapped box to Grantaire, who almost fumbled the catch in his attempt not to spill his coffee. “Christ, give me some warning next time, would you?” Grantaire grumbled.

“Sorry,” Enjolras said, though he didn’t particularly sound it. He took a sip of coffee before prodding, “Are you going to open it?”

Grantaire glanced down at the box in his hands before giving Enjolras a somewhat furtive look. Then, without warning, he peeled the shiny bow off the top of the box and darted forward to to stick it on Enjolras’s chest instead. Enjolras looked questioningly from the bow to Grantaire. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Grantaire jerked a shrug, a small half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re my present this year,” he said.

For a moment, it looked like Enjolras might understandably make fun of him for the pure level of schmaltz, but then his expression softened, and he reached out for Grantaire. “C’mere,” he said, a little gruffly.

Grantaire stepped forward into his embrace, leaning his head against Enjolras’s chest.

They stayed like that for a long moment before a frown puckered Grantaire’s forehead and he pulled back, just slightly. “Hang on a second,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to recall something.

“What?” Enjolras asked, amused, taking advantage of Grantaire’s pause to sneak another sip of coffee.

“This seems…” Grantaire trailed off, searching for the right word. “Familiar,” he said finally.

Enjolras blinked. “What?” he repeated, more confused than amused now.

“Like this has happened before,” Grantaire said slowly.

Enjolras stared at him as if he’d grown a second head. “Like we’ve done this before?” he asked, slightly baffled.

Grantaire shook his head impatiently. “No, not us, but—” He broke off, his eyes widening in horror as he lurched backwards from Enjolras. “Oh my God,” he said, a little faintly, before repeating, his volume and pitch both escalating dramatically, “Oh my GOD.”

“What?” Enjolras asked urgently, confusion turning rapidly to concern. 

Grantaire shook his head, his eyes still wide. “We just—” he started, breaking off again, this time to fall into a veritable gale of laughter, literally doubling over and clutching his stomach from how hard he was howling with laughter.

Enjolras stared blankly at him. “What the fuck,” he said, less of a question than a statement.

Grantaire recovered enough to wheeze, “We just accidentally reenacted the Folgers incest commercial.”

Enjolras blinked. “The what now?”

Five minutes later, a now hiccuping Grantaire had managed to pull up the commercial in question on YouTube on his phone and show it to Enjolras, whose horror had grown exponentially with each passing second. “Oh my God,” Enjolras said faintly when the commercial was over.

For a long moment, he and Grantaire just looked at each other.

Then they both burst into hysterical laughter, undoubtedly fueled by the circumstances, the lack of sleep, and the sheer, intoxicating joy of sharing a completely ridiculous moment together.

Enjolras recovered first, wiping tears from his eyes as his laughs subsided into giggles. He glanced at Grantaire, who had practically shoved his fist into his mouth in an attempt to control his own laughter. “How the fuck did that commercial make it on TV?” Enjolras asked.

Naturally, this set them off again.

Finally, they had both recovered enough that they were able to sip their coffee again without choking – though Grantaire’s muttered “Thank fuck this isn’t Folgers” very nearly killed them both – and Grantaire, after finishing his coffee, picked up the gift that had started this all. “So should I, uh—?” he started, and Enjolras’s eyes widened.

“Oh, absolutely the fuck not,” he practically yelped, reaching out to try to smack the box from Grantaire’s hands. 

Grantaire scowled, yanking it out of his reach just in time. “What the fuck?” he demanded. “You were the one who wanted me to open the damned thing in the first place!”

To Grantaire’s surprise, Enjolras looked almost…embarrassed. “Yeah, I did,” he huffed, “when I thought we were having a normal Christmas morning not marred by creepy, coffee-fueled incest. Now…”

He trailed off, and Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “Now what?”

Enjolras shrugged uncomfortably. “Now I don’t think it’s a very good idea,” he said delicately.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Enjolras flushed slightly. “Nothing,” he muttered. “Just. Let’s save it.” His tone turned almost wheedling. “There’s plenty of Christmas left,” he said, reaching out to pull Grantaire close. “Maybe you can open it tonight when all of Les Amis are here.”

Grantaire wasn’t remotely taken in. “Why don’t you want me to open it?” he asked, holding the gift just out of Enjolras’s reach.

Enjolras rolled his eyes. “I told you—”

“Enjolras.”

Enjolras sighed heavily and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I just. I don’t want this to be what we remember.”

“What we remember about…” Grantaire trailed off, realization hitting like a bolt of lightning. “You didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” Enjolras asked, in an attempt at innocence.

Grantaire glowered at him. “Do not tell me you are attempting to propose to me after our incest commercial reenactment!”

Enjolras gaped at him. “As a matter of fact,” he spluttered, “I am actively trying not to propose to you after our incest commercial reenactment, and you’re the asshole who is trying his damndest to force me to propose to you after our incest commercial reenactment!”

They glared at each other for a moment before Grantaire couldn’t quite stop his grin, hefting the present as he asked, “Is this really a ring?”

Enjolras eyed him warily. “Do you want it to be?”

Grantaire looked genuinely torn. “I– I mean yes, obviously yes, but the circumstances…”

Enjolras nodded in understanding. “Yeah, exactly,” he said, before adding sourly, “Not to mention you already stole my line.”

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “Which was…?”

Enjolras just scowled. “Well it obviously doesn’t matter now.”

“I disagree,” Grantaire said, grinning. “C’mon. Tell me. I know you had a speech.”

Enjolras glowered at him. “Did not.”

“Bet you did,” Grantaire said, his grin widening. “Bet you worked on it on the plane.”

“Yeah, I did,” Enjolras snapped, pouting. “And guess what? It didn’t involve incest.”

“For which you and I are both very grateful,” Grantaire said solemnly.

He gave Enjolras his most pleading look and Enjolras sighed before relenting, “Fine, I was just going to say that this year and every year to come, the only gift I want for Christmas is, well, you.”

Grantaire’s expression softened. “Enjolras,” he murmured, reaching out to him, but Enjolras jerked away.

“And now you’ve ruined it, so. Merry Christmas.”

Grantaire just laughed, pulling Enjolras to him and kissing his cheek. After a moment, Enjolras uncrossed his arms to instead wrap them around Grantaire’s waist. They stayed like that for a long moment until Grantaire started, a little hesitantly, “On the other hand—”

Enjolras looked at him. “What?”

“This is gonna be a helluva story anyway,” Grantaire pointed out.

Enjolras considered it. “You’re not wrong.”

Grantaire shrugged. “So we might as well give it a happy ending.”

A slow smile spread across Enjolras’s face. “I suppose that is true,” he agreed.

“Yeah?” Grantaire asked.

Enjolras nodded. “Yeah.” Grantaire grinned and tore the wrapping paper off, revealing the ring box he had already known would be under it. He opened the box to reveal the platinum band nestled in velvet, his grin wide enough to hurt, and looked up to find Enjolras on one knee in front of him, also grinning. “What do you say?”

Despite himself, despite the absolute absurdity of everything thus far that day, it took Grantaire a moment to clear his throat enough to point out, “You haven’t asked me a question yet.”

Enjolras rolled his eyes but still asked, with great solemnity, “Want to spend every Christmas for the rest of our lives reminiscing about accidentally reenacting a coffee commercial with heavily implied incest?”

Grantaire laughed. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

Enjolras beamed, standing up and pulling Grantaire into a bone-crushing embrace. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I know,” Grantaire said. “I love you, too. Even after all of this.”

“Especially because of all of this,” Enjolras corrected.

“True,” Grantaire agreed. He pulled the ring out of the box and put it on his finger, holding it upright to look at it admiringly before glancing back at Enjolras. “You know, I always thought there’d be more tears if I ever got proposed to, or proposed to someone.”

Enjolras snorted. “Too bad we already cried them all from how hard we were laughing.”

Grantaire nodded. “Which means there’s just one thing left to do.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “What?”

Grantaire grinned, leaning over to grab what he had brought down earlier before Enjolras arrived from the counter. “Mistletoe,” he said cheerfully, holding it up as high as he could.

Even though Enjolras rolled his eyes, he was smiling, though he also couldn’t help but mutter as he closed the space between them, “Thank fuck there wasn’t any mistletoe in that fucking commercial or I would be walking out now.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” Grantaire said.

For the first and almost certainly the last time during their engagement, let alone marriage, Enjolras did exactly as he was told, which was, as Grantaire would later add when retelling this story for the millionth time, somewhat of a Christmas miracle.

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[burnitalldowndarling]

I just realized something

I’d been trying to figure out how Knives ends up looking like this at the end of episode 12. That is, pretty blatantly “demonic.”

Pretty much everything that happens in every frame of this show has layered meaning. It seemed too obvious for the narrative to just openly say “See, he’s not an angel at all!” like that. Studio Orange hasn’t been whacking us with cartoon mallets all this time, so why would they start that now? Finally I realized (ok I know a lot of you figured it out before, I’m slow) he’s using his generation powers to literally rebuild his body, by the second, as it gets fried away.

That mist coming off his hand? Some of it might be, uh, barbecue smoke. But to me that mist resembles the way objects (like Knives’ Wolverine claws) look when Knives is “generating” them. I couldn’t find a good screenshot of that, but here’s Elendira generating nails. Notice the “mist” around the nail right in front of her.

So the skull of Knives that we see over the course of that “hibachi” sequence is not his actual bone structure, but more like a 3d printed copy of his skull that he’s creating from memory or imagination as we watch. Dude is Ship-of-Theseusing himself, and the ship does not look the same. That’s the underlayer:  it’s not that the creators are trying to let the audience know they think he’s demonic, it’s that the character himself knows how evil he is, deep down. This is his self-image.

I’ve never subscribed to the idea that Knives is “crazy” or has had some kind of break with reality, though I’ve seen a lot of fans frame his behavior this way. The cackling and melodramatic ranting probably don’t help. But nope, he’s in full possession of his faculties, and not even he believes what he’s done is right. I think you could read his conclusion two ways: either a) he hates himself for what he’s become/how he’s hurt Vash and feels guilt over it, or b) he’s committed to becoming even more of monster/continuing to hurt Vash as much as he needs to, in order to get what he really wants (safety from the humans).

I don’t have any particular conclusion to draw from this. It was just something I noticed.

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