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ma1dita · 8 months

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it will pass

part two can be found here -> without a doubt

words: little under 2k

summary: Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

warnings: none! fem!reader; i would die for best friend!james, did not demonize lily; angst, unrequited love, lil childhood speech impediment, cheesy nicknames, sharing clothes, will they wont they (they wont im sorry)

a/n: guess who just rewatched fleabag szn 2! i chose pain today sorry— god i missed writing. i am a words of affirmation gorl pls affirm me

(posted 9/8/23)

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There isn’t a single doubt that James Potter loves you.

You’ve been attached at the hip since training broomsticks and pinky swears in Godric’s Hollow. You accidentally call a boy ‘Jam’ once because of your childhood speech apraxia, and he swears you’re meant to be his best friend.

“Don’t worry, I can be loud enough for the both of us, peanut!”

Like peanut butter and jelly, you two were a perfect match– and even better partners in crime. When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So even if you were honestly unable to string the words together, who were you to say no?

Technically it’s somewhat official too, by whatever imaginary power was bestowed upon the Potter’s house elf for your very elaborate backyard fantasy wedding the two of you had when you were seven. All of your parents were in attendance, along with your cat and you all had blueberry cupcakes after your first and only kiss.

“Miss Mippy pronounces you huzbind and wife!”

Giggles are heard all around as the tiny elf tripped on her way off the stool, knocking both your heads together. James lost a front tooth that day, but he grinned for the pictures your mothers took anyway. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

There wasn’t anyone at Hogwarts who would expect one of you to be present without the other following behind. You never had to hold back your smart mouth because James was always willing to finish your fights. The both of you were a package deal, with your number of protectors growing once Remus, Sirius, and Peter came along. It was not a routine you both consciously established, but rather second nature to be in each other’s lives. Like how you always made sure his glasses were clean before quidditch matches and he’d chuck his extra jersey at your face for you to wear.

“Stay warm during the game okay? I’ll see you later, love you!”

He skated around your waist, blowing a raspberry onto your cheek as he grabbed his glasses from your fingers.

“Don’t fall off your broom. Love you too, loser.” You’re already tugging his jersey over your head, inhaling his signature scent of broom polish, cinnamon, and Sleakeasy’s hair potion.

James smiled at you softly, before running to meet up with his team. After Gryffindor won again, he threw you over his shoulder and you laughed and yelled that he smelled like sweat. He always tucked you in his bed after parties, wrapping you in his arms once the lights go out. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

Your friendship is stronger than most romantic relationships, and as your teenage years fly by, both of you realize how rare that is. He often took you to the kitchens to eat vanilla sundaes after boys broke your heart (and they got black eyes to match, courtesy of him and the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team) and you would listen to him, building him up and calming him down through years of pining over a certain Lily Evans. You were there for each other through everything, silly crushes, secret trysts, boring detentions, and highly esteemed accolades. If there ever were such a thing as soulmates, you knew it had to be him, even if it was platonic. Just being around someone as vibrant as James made you consider yourself lucky.

You once saw your best friend with his head in his hands on your way to a date—he was moping after a nasty prank on Snape went wrong; it ended in Lily crying and after defending her albeit quite boisterously in true James fashion, he still didn’t get the girl.

He gets up to see you walking down the corridor to meet him halfway, and before you even speak he rubs his eyes, posture shrinking as his towering frame melts into your embrace.

“Don’t know why I thought it’d be different this time,” he mumbles, and you gladly carry the weight of his heart.

“Let’s go swimming in the Black Lake, ” you say suddenly, rubbing his broad back in small circles.

“But peanut, you have a date in an hour! You’re all dolled up and pretty...”

“I’ll have more dates. You need me right now, jelly. I’ve got you.” His nickname makes you blush a little more than you should sometimes, so you only ever pull it out as a trick up your sleeve to make him feel better.

“Love you,” you whisper, brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck.

He breathes easily for the first time in hours, mouth curling up from its frown when he sees you walk straight into the lake water with your nicest clothes on, not even hesitating for a moment. Without a doubt, he loves you.

—

When James puts his mind to something, he sees it through. So years later, when your best friend asks you if you could go wedding ring shopping with him to propose to the love of his life, who were you to decline? I mean, who else would go with him?

“Come on, (Y/N). I need my best girl with me to make the biggest decision of my life.” he’s practically moaning, the man ever so dramatic as he’s sprawled across your couch.

“And why aren’t you dragging Sirius with you again?”

Your eyebrow is raised as you stand at his feet, lifting his burly legs for you to place yourself under and get comfortable.

“What does Sirius know about women? He’d tell me to get the shiniest one and leave!” James’ yells into your throw pillow, anguished at the thought. You pull it off his face, before he quietly admits, “I just want to get it right.”

“When are we going?” you answer, without missing a beat.

Later that week, the saleslady recommends a wide array of glimmering engagement bands, none of which are for you. But you let yourself fall into the fantasy of the what-ifs, flashing back to your flower crown and candy ring wedding, wondering if it could’ve been you getting proposed to by him in another life.

“Would you like to try a few on?” the saleslady asks, assuming you two are together.

“Show me and my girl your best. No price limit.” he grins.

And how dare she assume that, as he puts his head on your shoulder, whisking you around the store to look at stunning rings, fingers brushing, and the both of you being able to communicate clearly with no words spoken. James plays along with the saleslady, finally choosing a whimsical-looking diamond setting placed upon your left ring finger. You remind yourself it’s not yours. Your heart comes to a screeching halt and you can’t help but feel all of a sudden like he’s being mean.

After all, he’s not yours, not really.

There is a little bit of doubt now and a weird tightness in your chest that makes you think of the possibility that you’re in love with James Potter.

—

Like a good best friend, you help him plan his proposal. James’ love is loud, pulling all the stops, and preferring the grandest of gestures.

“James, you are not proposing to Lily with a flash mob.”

“But it would be so cool! After all, my heart dances every time I see her face.” he wiggles his eyebrows as he takes a sip of his butterbeer.

“Your heart might, but you, unfortunately, are the worst dancer I’ve ever seen.” You laugh, reaching over to tug the quill out of his hand, crossing it off his list. He pulls you into a headlock, kissing the side of your face teasingly.

“What would I ever do without you, peanut?”

You wipe James’ spit off your cheek, pushing his face away, blushing from his attention.

“Combust, probably.”

Your heart is dancing now too, and you realize that there isn’t a single doubt that you’re in love with your best friend.

—

You keep yourself busy in the month before his proposal. It hurt learning too many details, such as what flowers he wanted to order to bring out her eyes (pink and yellow tulips), and scouting out the perfect location on the beach he picked (next to the lighthouse you and him visited as kids), even down to how he’d convince Lily to wear white without being suspicious (honestly he just expected you to do him a favor for this one). But after seeing each other almost every day for more than half your life, he knew something was off when you became distant.

James shows up at your apartment, his key in hand, but he decides to knock anyway. The sound of the TV is muffled, lowering in volume until he hears your footsteps pad over to the door and it swings open. You’re in one of his old Quidditch sweaters and fluffy blue socks.

“Hey. Wasn’t expecting you to come by.” You smile timidly, as he leans against the doorframe peering down at you.

“Never used to have to tell you.”

“James...” you stutter, before awkwardly opening the door completely. He shuffles towards the couch, keeping his shoes on as he sits at the end, and there’s a certain tension in the air that frightens you. You’re not sure if you’ll come out of this one unscathed.

“Talk to me (Y/N). What’s been going on with you? You don’t answer my calls, you don’t write back, hell, I haven’t seen you in a month because you started deadbolting your door. Did I do something?”

Yes, James Potter. Ever so blunt and to the point, your favorite person in the world is sitting on your couch uncomfortable with the fact that you’re not comfortable around him anymore.

You fight back against your instincts to tell him what’s wrong, but the three words escape your mouth before you can even take a breath.

“I love you.”

It’s silent. The floor creaks as you shift your weight onto your other leg. You lock eyes with him for the first time that night, and so many things are going through your head that you hope he’s able to pick up on how you’ve been physically aching, carrying the weight of his love for Lily for years.

James looks like he’s about to shake his head, and you beat him to it. You don’t want pity, and he knows that, but he mutters a consolation into the air.

“It’ll pass.”

No, it won’t. Not this.

You think he knows that too. He smiles sadly, watching you turn shrinking into yourself. You never were good at thinking before you spoke. A tear drips down your cheek as you look at your socks again. Your love for him is too big and too loud for your chest cavity to handle. This love feels like dramatic choral music clashing and banging around in your ribs.

“I’m—”

“Don’t apologize. This one’s on me,” you say, stopping him before he finishes speaking.

Without a doubt, James Potter loves you. But he’s not in love with you.

“What I was going to say...is that I’m going to have to ask you not to show up to the engagement party. It’ll be better for the both of us. We can start again from there if you want... Peanut...”

The term of endearment hangs in the air. Your dancing heart was a ticking time bomb after all. The fragments hit your insides, tearing you apart as it combusts, and you realize that nothing will be the same after this.

James stands abruptly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hesitates before he kisses your temple, and for some reason, this feels like a goodbye. After all, when James sets his mind on something, he sees it through. He’s been set on Lily for years.

You’re his best friend, he swears. And there are no words you can think of to deny that.

—

The End

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I know what

we are— and I know what we’re not.”

Lang Leav

#james potter x reader #marauders era #james potter x y/n #james potter x reader angst #marauders x reader #james potter x you #best friend!james potter #made by ma1dita ♥︎#james potter x fem!reader #mischiefmoons iwp

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girlboypersonthingy · 26 days

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Can I request something really fluffy Chaggie x female reader? I love them and refuse to separate them.

Yes yes yes! I love them and I love you too anon. Lovely idea, I love me some poly lesbians from hell ❤️‍🔥 thanks for requesting! Just an update for yall: still at like 40 reqs bc every time I post one, I get at least one new one to replace it 😮‍💨 so thanks for being patient! And as always, enjoy~

Notes: implied fem!reader, sorry this is short :(

TW: none really, just a lot of fluff

Chaggie x fem!reader ❤️🖤💜

Literally the devil and the angel on your shoulders…😈😇

And they often swap roles- sometimes Charlie is the angel offering wise advice while Vaggie is the devil telling you to just go crazy. Other times, Charlie is the devil talking you into doing ridiculous shit while Vaggie tries to hold you back and talk some sense into you,

What can I say, they’re both switches 😉

You really are in a great polyamorous relationship with these two tho, so full of trust and communication. It’s quite easy actually

You have two girls who love each other and you so deeply that there’s never even any talk about boundaries- you do things as a unit, as a team and somehow, you guys bond so well and rarely bicker

Charlie is always the one to lift your spirits and cheer you on and support your dreams all the way and baby you whether you win or lose.

Vaggie is always the one to bail you out of tough situations and comfort you when things don’t go right and offer you really really great advice and words of affirmation.

Bruh, they’re just so so sweet

SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED ALL TOGETHER EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AHH 💗

Vaggie definitely has to be on one of the edges of the bed, Charlie totally doesn’t mind being on the edge or in the middle so you can choose where you want to be!

They both love to cuddle and they don’t care what position, as long as everyone is included. You wanna be the big spoon? Cool. You wanna be in the middle? Go for it! Wanna lay over both their laps? Do it!

BEWARE: Charlie talks in her sleep and Vaggie occasionally kicks and flails when she has bad dreams lol

You and Charlie definitely stay up until like 4 am some nights, laughing and snacking and watching silly videos online and keeping Vaggie up 😋

Vaggie likes to teach you and Charlie how to defend yourselves- idk I feel like Vaggie would work out often, like at least some yoga in the morning and then like practice sparring ya know? So she likes to spend time with her girls while play fighting and learning together

They’re both very protective of you- they’ve seen a lot of shit down here, Vaggie has seen how tough it can be to be in heaven too.

Walking down the streets of hell, you’ll have Charlie holding your hand or linking arms with you just to keep you close and keep the other sinners away.

Vaggie is your scary guard dog following right behind you two as she looks back and forth, glaring at any sinners who look at you guys for too long.

Often times, they turn to you for advice and comfort too.

Charlie comes crying to you and Vaggie when she’s dwelling in the thought of her mom

Vaggie comes stomping up to you and Charlie, ranting and cussing in Spanish about Alastor pissing her off.

It’s just all very happy and cute and loving and supportive and open.

Never any fights

Only kisses and cuddles and play fights

Very sweet sapphic vibes all around

#hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vaggie x reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie #chaggie #chaggie x reader #hazbin vaggie x reader #hazbin charlie x reader #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel charlie #charlie x reader #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar

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creationcitystreet-em · 1 year

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The Proposal

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x Reader

Summary: Jamie’s marriage proposal to you

Word Count: ~900

Warning: none, it’s just super fluffy

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Jamie Tartt has this huge idea to propose to you after the Richmond match. Its plan includes music and choreography by the team leading up to him on knee proposing in front of everyone. He’s the type that wants to loudly declare his love with the entire world watching.

As the date in plan approaches, he gets nervous. Sure he loves to be a show off and he lives his life publicly… but that’s not you. You’re okay with the public life that comes with being in love with Jamie, and you even find his showmanship enduring, but it’s not something you seek out. You enjoy quiet private moments, you find them to be extra special because they are more rare. In truth, you would love whatever proposal he came up with, you were just happy to have found the man that you wanna spend the rest of your life with. But Jamie knows you. And once his excitement at the idea leads into nervousness the day of, he starts to second guess his approach because he knows that wouldn’t be your idea of a perfect proposal.

These nerves throw him off his game in the first half. It gets him angry and his team knows why, being in on the surprise proposal. You’ve been in the stands, concerned about Jamie because you can tell something is on his mind that’s throwing him off. The team arranges for you to see Jamie during halftime because they know if anyone can help him and calm him, it would be you, even if you didn’t know exactly what the reason was for.

So there you are, left alone in the locker room with Jamie, asking him gently what is on his mind as you two sit next to each other on the bench. Jamie’s leg is bouncing as he is deep in thought, and you give him the patience and time he needs to speak. Soon his entire body pauses and he turns towards you, knowing exactly what he wants to do.

He gives you a private and intimate proposal, just the two of you. He declares his love for nobody to hear but you, and he makes you laugh and he makes you cry and you get to enjoy this moment with just the two of you. After you obviously give him your yes and he puts the ring on your finger, you ask him why this was making him nervous during the match. He tells you about the wild and elaborate proposal idea he had for after the match and you laugh with love for his theatrical nature.

You think for a moment and then ask him to still give you the public proposal he planned. He’s confused at your request, but you tell him that you know that’s something he worked hard to put together and something that you know he would love to still do and share with everyone. You take the ring off and give it back for him to keep and give to you at the end of the match. All of Jamie’s previous nerves are forever gone and he’s only filled with excitement again for the show he was going to put on for you and for the life the two of you were going to build together after.

The match continues, and with Jamie happier than ever that he has you, he plays better than ever and Richmond wins with their team once again a cohesive unit. As they celebrate their win on the field, the proposal unfolds. The music begins to play your favorite upbeat love song as you make your way onto the field with this guidance of Higgins who is of course also in on the plan. The team puts on a dance that surprises the entire stadium and there are cheers from all sides. You smile and laugh at their synchronized silliness and Jamie appears before you. He dramatically gets down on one knee and pulls out the ring. The stands are going crazy, finally realizing what is going on.

Jamie gives you a knowing smile, and asks you once again to marry him. You are so happy you asked Jamie to go through with this proposal. You had your beautiful moment together during halftime, but now you get a different but just as special moment to remember forever. You say yes and nod your head quickly with a large smile and Jamie quickly stands and pulls you in for a kiss. The fans cheer loudly for the two of you as he then puts the ring on your finger. You look out at the crowd and smile at everyone watching.

Jamie asks what you think and you tell him it was perfect. Not as perfect as his locker room proposal, but still perfect. The two of you kiss once more and then look back at the crowd. You play along with the energy and point to the ring on your finger with a smile to get more applause. Usually you don’t like all the attention, but the experience with Jamie makes it fun and exciting this time. Soon you are surrounded by the team in celebration. Your friends, Rebecca and Keeley, come down to congratulate you. All of it just reaffirms to you and Jamie how both proposals will always be incredibly special to you both.

A/N: This idea was inspired by the Bye Bye Bye dance the team did in season 2 and also my favorite scene in the Office where Jim and Pam get married in secret and then again after for everyone else. I honestly even picture it being the same song from that scene, but you can imagine any song you’d personally like.

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fic #jamie tartt fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfiction #richmond greyhounds

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letters2won · 27 days

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10 things I hate about you

01: on my bucket list

half written, 0.6k

You tapped your foot aggressively by the gates near the soccer field as Beomgyu finally makes his way over to you with a juice box and a half eaten hot dog.

“Seriously Gyu?” you huffed out with furrow eyebrows. With ketchup all over his mouth, he gave you a puzzled look before he handed over the other half of his hot dog.

“UGH! I know, I know! I’m such a cool president but save the compliments for later my disciple” he laughed out proudly, making sure to pat you on the back harshly as he made his way to the bleachers.

You gave him a puzzled face, it was baffling how free spirited he was. To be honest it’s starting to scare you. Your face scrunched up at the sight of the hot dog that was falling apart in your hand before finally tossing it into the trash can.

You were too busy cleaning your hands to notice the game started. Clasping your hands together with closed eyes, you begged to get this over with quickly before rushing to the field.

Your camera dangled around your neck while you looked for a spot to take pictures of the boys. Not wanting to be close to the two teams fighting over the ball you opted for the corner of the field. You were getting ready to snap a few pictures when all of a sudden an aggravating noise came from behind you.

It was Beomgyu, he was cheering like he won an over watch match. Somehow he was decked out with face paint of the school color all over him and a big poster board which had “Decelis Soccer team #1 fan” written on it.

He felt a chill go down his spine out of no where til he realized you were shooting daggers at him. He gave you a sheepish smile and thumbs up while you gave him a tight lipped smile.

You turned back around with an actual smile this time as you think of how unreal Beomgyu is when you hear him let out a few barks. You shook your head and finally began to shoot.

You managed to get shots of the boys scoring points and hyping each other up, even sneaking a few of the crowds supporting them with cheers. Scrolling through the pictures, you failed to realize the ball aiming right at you and the quick “WATCH OUT!”

The voices went in and out as your eyelids grew heavy. The last thing being heard was a panicked voice going, “oh shit i killed her!?”

When you awoke from your slumber, your head was pulsing as you sat up. “Yn you’re up?! I thought you died on us!” Gaon cried out while running over to cry into your shirt.

You looked up to see all your friends sighing in relief, “Okay why is he crying about me being dead and why on earth is Eumppappa is here?” you deadpanned as you rub Gaon back comforting him.

“For moral support—” Gyuvin began cooing at his dog causing you to roll your eyes.

He then continued, “plus you got hit in the face with the soccer ball in front of everyone!” he snorted.

You groaned before banging your head on the wall behind you on accident, wincing in the process. “Gyu even got it on camera!” Chuu blurted out.

“Chuu that was between us!”

“oops. .”

“Gyu you are SOO dead when i recover.”

Beomgyu waved you off absentmindedly, “I guess you don’t want to see who sent the ball flying in your direction~” he teased.

“NO! Tell me. . please”

He smiled in victory before pulling his video to show you. He slowed down the video and zoomed into someone with jersey number 01 on the back.

You’re eye twitched as you clenched your blanket while Beomgyu laughed loudly, “No way!”

“Lee Heeseung is dead meat the next time I see him!”

⤷ first chapter! i really don’t like how the written part came out but it’ll have to do as it still trying to get better at writing🤕

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SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ Lee Heeseung has it all, he’s captain of the soccer team, popular, charming and hilarious (at least in his eyes). What he doesn’t have though is a girlfriend OR a prom date making him desperate. You on the other hand want nothing to do with him or his silly problems, but how come you two are always clashing heads in the end?

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mrs-weasley-reid · 1 year

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Colored Bullets

Summary: BAU team x agent fem!reader. All fun and games until one of the BAU members gets shot... with a paintball.

WARNING: nothing besides mention of guns (paintball) and shooting, just a silly time with the BAU team

found the gif somewhere round the web, so whoever created this credits to u :))

None of you knew how things ended this way. Not even someone who pranked death like Emily could explain the maroon smears that horrifyingly decorated every crooks and crannies in the bullpen.

"I don't think I can take it anymore," Spencer cried as he leaned his back against the foot of his desk, hiding under his once peaceful workplace.

A bruise was forming on his temple, and another by his neck. He was a mess. His hair flew out like a birds nest.

"You better not give up on me, Reid. Or I will shoot you myself." Emily growled, peeking out to fire a shot. Her ponytail was loose, dried yellow paint spreading on the left side of her head.

"What the fu—" Derek groaned from another end, also hiding under his desk. He felt the pang of Emily's bullet on his shoulder, wondering when everything went wrong.

In fact, all of you were taking shelter under your desks. Albeit, you sharing yours with JJ, who had a maniac smile on her face as she fired her gun in whatever direction she could.

The bullpen was painted red. A dead battlefield. God knows what the midnight janitor would think when he finds the place drowning with fired bullets and various bright paints.

And just before you were about to shoot Spencer's ugly crying face, Rossi swung the glass door open.

"I don't want to know." Rossi immediately stated.

All of the agents stood up, a special mention to Derek, who hit his head midway. You snorted at that, and continued a laugh when he glared at you.

Rossi's eyes roamed all over the bullpen, taking note of your bruised faces and paint-splattered vests. He looked at all of you disappointedly, "None of you can wait for tomorrow's paintball match?" He immediately knew that asking was a big mistake.

"Derek started it!" You roared immediately.

"What?! It was Emily! She shot me—" Derek pointed a finger towards the dark-haired woman.

Emily rolled her eyes, "I wouldn't have started it if JJ didn't pull the trigger and accidentally shot me." She air-quoted with her gun clutched under her ring and pinky finger.

JJ's jaw dropped, frowning her eyes at Emily. "It was an accident! Spencer was asking how to use the paintball gun."

"And I regret it. I don't feel like joining the team tomorrow." Spencer placed his small gun on his desk and hooked his messenger bag over his shoulder. He survived worse before, but a war with his friends without hesitation was more traumatizing than being kidnapped.

And all of you began to blame each other like children, shouting over one another. Rossi winced at the sound of all of your voices. He couldn't believe that after three wives, the thing that made him want to smash his head on the wall, was all five of you.

“And I just had to ask.” Rossi muttered to himself, closing his eyes as he placed a hand over his forehead. He silently retreated back to his office.

But before he could even step on the first stair, a hard impact spread on his back. Rossi turned around with furrowed eyebrows. Someone did not just mess with his suit.

Everyone’s index fingers synchronously pointed towards you, a fake innocent look over your face as you held your paintball pistol.

"You will regret this, Kiddo." Rossi sped to his office to grab his paintball gun, simultaneously dodging your fires that ran after him.

And you finally got to shoot Spencer, much to everyone's enjoyment. He took his gun and shot you back, straight on your chest. “Oh, you’re on, smarty pants!” You scoffed, reloading your gun as fast as you could.

Meanwhile, Hotch just stepped out of the elevator, coming back from a meeting and unaware of what lies behind the double glass doors. “Of course, Jack. You can wear my vest for tomorrow’s paitball tournament.” He was about to walk in the bullpen when Penelope blocked him.

Hotch knitted his brows, giving her his signature stern confused look. "Save yourself. It's war in there." Penelope said in horror, peeking through the glass door and squealing at the sudden splatter of red paint right in front of her eyes.

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bun-lapin · 8 months

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hiya! i saw requests are open so I wanted to request something platonic/silly like game night at ramshackle with the first years?

Hello! Thanks for the request! I had a lot of fun with this prompt but I once again went a bit overboard and probably wrote too much. I decided to experiment with the format a bit as well. Sorry that it took a little bit to finish! Hopefully this is what you were asking for! <3

CW: humor, platonic friendships, just a generally silly time (is this considered a crack fic??)

You walk down the dim hallway, carefully balancing a wooden tray loaded with various snacks and cans of juice in your hands. As you enter the warmly lit lounge, you smile at the lively sight of your fellow first years sitting on Ramshackle Dorm’s antique sofas and chairs and excitedly shouting at each other from across the room. You set the tray of snacks on the low table in the middle of the room as Jack stands up from his seat to address the room. He holds a small cardboard box filled with folded scraps of paper in his hands and announces, “Alright, so now that we’ve finally decided on the teams, is everyone ready to start?” He turns his head to look at each team in turn. The teams are Ace with Epel, Jack with Deuce, Sebek with Ortho, and you with Grim.

Everyone in the room nods and yells affirmatively. Jack grins and declares, “Then let’s get this game of charades started!”

Round 1: Ace ❤️ and Epel 🍎

Epel picks out a paper from the box with a pleasant smile on his face. He reads his selection and his smile immediately drops into an expression of outraged annoyance.

He tries to quickly make another selection but Jack calls out, “Hey! You’re not allowed to pick a new phrase once you’ve read it!” Jack starts the timer and shouts, “Two minutes starting now!”

Epel begins flapping his arms wildly in the air. He occasionally takes a break from flapping to throw his arms in a wide, circular motion over his head. While he’s doing this, he’s also strutting around and bobbing his head back and forth.

Everyone cracks up laughing at Epel’s performance. Ace tries extremely hard to not laugh and puts all of his focus on concentrating on his guesses because time is quickly running out. “Is it some kind of bird? Chicken! Duck!” Ace keeps yelling out random bird species until the timer finally rings.

Epel’s starts yelling and stomping around, “AH CONSARN IT! WUT IN TARNATION WAS THAT?! IT WAS ‘POSED TA BE A PEACOCK!”

Epel and Ace’s phrase was “Pretty Peacock”. Everyone except Epel dies laughing when they find out.

Round 2: Jack 🐺 and Deuce ♠️

Deuce picks out a paper from the box. As soon as he reads it, he looks unbearably confused and conflicted.

Just standing in silence, Deuce puts his head in his hands and everyone exchanges slightly concerned glances. After a silent minute passes, Ace picks up the timer hesitantly, saying, “Uhhh, I’m going to start the timer now.”

Deuce immediately looks panicked and starts waving his arms and legs in random directions. It is extremely evident to everyone that he has no idea how to act out the phrase.

Jack looks just as confused as everyone else and doesn’t even try to make any guesses.

With ten seconds left, Deuce’s panic kicks into overdrive and he resorts to just pointing aggressively at Jack until the timer rings out.

Sinking to the floor in defeat, Deuce silently hands the paper to Jack.

Reading aloud, Jack says, “Lone Wolf?” He looks at everyone with an incredibly offended expression on his face. “Did one of you set that up?” Somehow everyone looks a little guilty.

Round 3: Sebek 🐊 and Ortho 🤖

Ortho picks out a paper looking very calm and collected. After reading his selected phrase, he lightly laughs and says, “This should be easy enough to act out. I’ve been developing my acting skills in the Film Research Club, after all.” The timer is started.

Putting both arms to one side, he brings them together and apart a few times in a chomping kind of motion. Next, Ortho acts out a crying motion, putting special emphasis on tracing imaginary tears down his cheeks.

After watching Ortho run through these motions a few more times, everyone in the room comes to the same conclusion that Ortho is acting out the phrase “Crocodile Tears”. However, Sebek doesn’t hear the rest of the room come to a whispered consensus because he is shouting out an uninterrupted stream of guesses at an extremely loud volume.

Almost loud enough to shake the room, he shouts, “It’s a dragon! Something with a powerful bite like that must be a dragon! Ortho! It’s a dragon!” Sebek continues in this way, never guessing anything else, until the time finally runs out.

Looking absolutely defeated and done with everything, Ortho flatly states, “The phrase was Crocodile Tears.” Everyone, except Sebek and Ortho, cheers and laughs.

Round 4: Grim 🐱 and You 🦐

You pick a phrase from the box while Grim brags to the rest of the room that he’s going to be able to guess it in under five seconds. After reading your selection, your face breaks out into a big, secretive grin and you ask for the timer to be started.

As the timer ticks away, you simply stand there looking at Grim and don’t make any movements. Everyone glances at each other looking very confused.

With almost half your time passed, Grim starts yelling and waving his arms angrily in the air, “Myaaah! What’re you doing hench-human?! Do something!!” As Grim waves his arms, you suddenly begin moving and copy his movements. Grim moves his legs, his arms, jumps up and down, and you perfectly mimic his every motion.

With only fifteen seconds left on the timer, Grim yells out in frustration, “Mrrrgh!! Quit it! Stop being such a copy cat!”

You throw your hands in the air and, just before the timer rings, you shout, “You got it!”

With a smug smile on your face and your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter, you show everyone your paper with the phrase “Copy Cat” written on it.

#request writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst first years #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #twst grim #twst x reader #fluff and humor #bun-lapin écrit

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sellawrites · 5 months

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SWEET

word count: 1.5k

pairing: paige bueckers x azzi fudd

⚠️warnings⚠️

hurt/comfort, angst, swearing

prompts:

paige is upset at her team and misses azzi

pazzi are each other’s person but haven’t figured out exactly what that means

title from the cigarettes after sex song (somewhat inspired)

Paige breathed a sigh of relief when the final buzzer sounded. It should’ve been a relatively easy game, but this season had been anything but easy so far and she hadn’t been taking anything for granted, especially since Azzi got hurt again.

Azzi…. through the photos, autographs, and media, Paige couldn’t help her mind from drifting back to her. Azzi, her rock, her person, her best friend… maybe that last one wasn’t quite right anymore. They hadn’t put a label on anything yet, but she didn’t think that the parameters of “best friends” quite explained what they were to each other.

All she knew was that Azzi should’ve been a part of the win, not laying in a hospital bed. She knew sitting there watching must’ve been killing Azzi as much as it was killing Paige to not have her on the floor.

The team was already chattering excitedly when she stepped onto the bus.

“There she is! P-SKIII!” cheered KK, trying to get her to join in on whatever silly dance her and Aubrey were doing.

“Thanks KK, but I’m too tired for all this. I think I’m gonna go pass out in the back if anyone needs me.” She ignored the confused looks of most of her teammates.

Aaliyah must have seen the look in her eyes because she spoke up suddenly. “You guys heard her, her back hurts from carrying your sorry asses with her 34 and 12!”

As everyone laughed, Paige shot Aaliyah a grateful look and went to sit down. After making sure that no one was paying any attention to her, she pulled out her phone and called Azzi, who picked up almost immediately.

“Congratulations! I watched the whole thing and I’m so proud of you guys!” Azzi’s excitement was painfully fake, even over the phone.

“Thanks,” Paige mumbled hollowly. “You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?”

“I know, it’s just that you finally got a win and we really need those right now and I… didn’t wanna take away from that, I guess,” Azzi sighed. Her voice had lost all its prior enthusiasm.

Paige wasn’t prepared for how broken Azzi sounded. Despite her best efforts to blink them back, her eyes began to fill with tears. “Don’t worry about anything like that. It wasn’t a good win and we both know it. I guess I played fine, but where is the rest of this fucking team?”

Paige knew it was unfair, but she couldn’t stop herself from saying it. “Where are you, Az? I need you.”

The call lapsed into silence, Paige trying to stop the tears from leaking out of her eyes while, alone in a hospital bed, Azzi’s cheeks were already wet.

“No, Azzi, stop it. You’re not allowed to be crying right now,” Paige leaned her head against the bus window.

“How did you kno- whatever, you’re literally crying too, baby,” Azzi was quick to reply when she heard the tremor in the other girl’s voice. “I should be there for you, I don’t know why shit like this keeps happening.”

Paige gave up on wiping the tears now freely flowing down her face.

“I can’t have you crying because of me, I can’t. It’s just a game- well it’s not just a game but it’s also not your life. You shouldn’t have this — shouldn’t have my problems — on your mind as well! It’s not fair to you, it just isn’t.” She went silent, realizing she’d let slip more than she’d intended to.

“How can you even say that when you’ve cried over me more times than I can remember?” Azzi asked incredulously. “You’re right, Paige, it’s not just a game, it’s your whole life, and mine! It’s the reason I’m here right now, still fighting for a chance at one of the most important things in the world to me, to both of us.”

So many miles away, Paige’s broken sigh was a shot straight through Azzi’s heart.

“I’m tired, Azzi. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be… I miss you.” The last part was whispered like a confession, Paige seemingly still not sure if it was something that she could just say.

“I know, P. None of this is fair. I miss you too.” It came out easier for Azzi. She’d always been better at stuff like that.

Neither girl knew what to say after that, the only sounds on the call being soft breathing and faint sounds of rain hitting the bus’s windows.

“It’s raining here, like a lot. It’s kinda soothing if you close your eyes,” Paige broke the silence, her voice a bit rough.

Azzi wiped her eyes, squinting at the curtains drawn over the window in her room. “I think it’s raining here too,” she finally said.

Paige sat in silence as she listened to Azzi call for a nurse to come open her window.

“It is kinda nice, you’re right.” Azzi took a deep breath as the soft pattering of raindrops filled her ears.

“Can I say that I miss you again?” Paige asked after another long silence.

“You can say anything to me.” Azzi’s voice was suddenly groggy.

“It’s late. I think you should go to sleep. I’ll see you when I get back.” Paige couldn’t hide the fondness in her voice.

“No, I’ll stay up with you. I’m not even tired, I promise.” Azzi tried to argue despite the heaviness of her voice.

Paige waited a while before answering. “You know it’s gonna be another couple of hours. I don’t mind, I promise.” She mirrored Azzi’s words.

There was nothing but silence on the line.

“Hey, Az?” Getting no response, Paige listened for a few minutes before she hung up, Azzi’s peaceful deep breathing eventually coming through.

She looked ahead at her teammates still celebrating and decided she’d just try to get some sleep herself.

•••••

The light knocking on Azzi’s door blended with the sounds of the rain, not waking her up. “I can come back tomorrow, she should probably sleep,” Paige sighed, trying to hide how close she was to breaking down again.

“Are you sure? I think she’d want to see you,” The nurse looked confused. “She seemed quite adamant when she told me to let you in any time, no matter what.”

Paige was speechless. It wasn’t even all that surprising as she knew that she’d do the same for Azzi, but the confirmation of those feelings being reciprocated meant a lot more to Paige than she thought it would.

Seeing Paige’s indecision, the nurse placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m just going to unlock the door for you, honey, and you can figure out what you want to do,” she said kindly. “You’re a great girlfriend, by the way,” she tossed over her shoulder as she walked away.

“We’re not-” Paige started to say automatically, trailing off when she realized that she liked other people thinking of her and Azzi that way.

After hesitating outside the door for another minute, Paige slowly turned the handle, trying to make as little noise as possible.

Azzi’s room was dark, the only light being the sliver coming in from the hallway. It illuminated her sleeping face, and she looked so peaceful that Paige almost left again, not wanting to disturb her at all.

Shutting the door, Paige was fumbling for the switch on a lamp in the corner of the room when she heard Azzi’s blankets rustle.

“…Paige?” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes as Paige located the switch and light flooded the room.

“Hey, I’m here,” Paige said softly.

Azzi opened her arms and Paige crawled into her bed, neither of them minding that the size of it forced their bodies to be pressed against each other.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” Azzi pressed her lips to the top of Paige’s head, her fingers combing through blonde hair.

Paige lifted her head to meet Azzi’s eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you were actually resting like you were supposed to be,” she smirked, dodging the other girl’s attempt to flick her forehead.

Azzi’s retort was cut off by Paige’s lips pressing against hers, both girls smiling into the kiss. They pulled apart, foreheads pressed together.

In the intimacy of their little bubble, Azzi allowed a confession to slip out. “I’m glad you came. It means a lot.” The words may not have been anything novel, but she could tell that Paige understood why she said them so solemnly.

“Azzi, I…” Paige swallowed, embarrassed, and buried her face in Azzi’s neck.

“I know you do, P,” Azzi reassured her with a soft smile. “Me too. You don’t have to say it.” She knew that Paige wasn’t ready, and that was okay. She was here in Azzi’s arms, and for now, that was more than enough.

#pazzi my loves #sweet #paige my love #azzi my love #paige bueckers x azzi fudd

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writeouswriter · 5 months

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pls no anti ai art demagogy on my dash, thx

(X) in reference to this reblog I assume.

This is the wildest ask I’ve ever gotten.

“Please no love for the humanity of creation on my dash, please. Please no acknowledgement that art and the human experience behind those making it is inherently and fundamentally intertwined. Please no shoving the fact in my face that art is meant to connect rather than consume.

And please no pointing out the basic truth that most AI engines are built off the stolen work of others.”

Demagogy, noun: political activity or practices that seek support by appealing to the desires and prejudices of ordinary people rather than by using rational argument.

You come into MY house, you tell me what not to reblog on MY blog, and you what? Call me “irrational” and insult my understanding of the topic in the process?

Political activity, political activity... fuck off. Actors, writers, artists, those most affected by this ARE the ordinary people, and their concerns and fears surrounding this are perfectly rational.

And you know, nothing hits it home more for me than when I thought about my favourite show at the moment, the one that makes me lose my mind a thousand times over, I thought about everything in it that makes me tick, thought about both strong points and weak points, because it is flawed, god, is it flawed because people inherently are, and that’s the beauty, but mostly, I thought about the sheer amount of care/thought and depth put into it in a way I've never really seen before and in a medium/genre/whatever you'd absolutely never expect to find that thought put into, especially if taken completely at a surface level. Thought about the levels of metaphor and symbolism layered in beneath the silliness, thought about the callbacks and clever timing, thought about the behind the scenes arguments about what direction worked best for the narrative and the audience, arguments that took place because of how much they cared not just about telling a good story, but about telling one that really means something to them.

Thought about the love, the time, the excitement and the flair and personality and background and intent of each and every person behind the team bleeding its way into the scripts, into the acting, into the heart of what makes it truly what it is, and how that love bleeds into the audience as well, how that love and human connection is what prompts people to write full page essays and analyses on it, draw fanart for it, create the most beautiful fics for it, that love is what prompts them to laugh and cry and vibrate at the speed of sound thinking about it, and what prompts thousands upon thousands to come together in their appreciation for and relation to it, rallying around it like a group of cavemen around a campfire when they had never before seen the flame.

And then.... then I thought about the idea of that same show being written by an AI and genuinely felt physically ill. Because no real care will have been put into that beyond "If it looks like a TV show, sounds like a TV show, it must be a TV show." And on the surface, maybe it’d look fine, I’m sure some people wouldn’t notice. But it’d not only be made without thought, but consumed without thought. And, sure, maybe that'll fill you up in the short term, but it's gonna leave you feeling hollow and sick eventually. Because stories are not a thing to be mass produced with a random assortment of the cheapest quality materials on a conveyor belt that shovels them directly into people's throats at the most efficient speed possible, stories are not a thing meant to just be consumed! They are a thing made with intent in every aspect, even when accidental because our lives shape it subconsciously, they are a thing made with love, a thing to be savoured! And yes, for that to happen, they will take a lot of time and hard work and dedication, all of which deserve fair compensation and respect, all of which cannot just be replaced by a sham amalgamation of these things, and they will be all the better for it.

And on some level, corporations know this, and they want you to blame their shortcomings on the writers, on the artists, they want you to look at things like the strikes and those rallying against AI and get mad that they’re keeping art from the common people, or forcing them to come to this, or they want you to think they’re simply trying to make art more accessible, all the while building their conveyor belts in the background with the blood of those they’re kicking down, taking away jobs and shoving the humanity out of the picture.

Art is made to communicate, and sometimes it’s frustrating when we can’t get that communication across, when the image we want to convey is out of our skill level, our capability, when our words get tangled up, jumbled together and we need a helping hand to find the right ones again, and on this level, maybe AI could be a useful supplemental tool, or a fun little thing to mess around with, if ethically sourced, if used for good, if taking into account and graciously acknowledging exactly how it’s being used as a tool, rather than trying to pass it off as something it’s not.

But is it political, is it irrational, to merely state that the human condition cannot be replaced?

——

The unfollow button is free, I don’t work for you.

#AI #ask #long post #bizarre bizarre #ai discourse #humanity

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byeuijoo · 7 months

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not so secret 𐀔 kim woonhak

genre : pure fluff ⋆ warnings : nothing particular just some marvel endgame movie spoilers ⋆ word count : 1219

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your mother always taught you that lying was a sin, but was lying so bad if it meant preserving something that could make you happy? you'd thought long and hard about whether you should finally tell your group of friends that you were in a relationship with one of them — all this to end up telling you that keeping your love story a secret for the time being was the best solution.

you and woonhak tried hard to keep a low profile, slipping away from time to time, each time finding a new hiding place to spend a little moment just the two of you. but sometimes, the temptation to glue each other was too strong — and fortunately, it seemed totally natural to your friends' eyes.

after a long week of classes, your tradition was to spend the night at sungho's house, eating anything and everything while playing silly games with quality background music specially chosen by the one and only han dongmin. so here you are, in sungho's living room, sipping your peach iced tea while watching jaehyun fight dongmin over the best marvel superhero.

« i'm telling you captain america is the best ! » he suddenly swung a cushion at the black-haired boy's face. and after that, taesan retorted, trying to convince jaehyun that iron man was actually better than captain america. « but he's dead ! » jaehyun shouted, which amused the rest of the people in the room, including you. but your attention was drawn to a certain young boy, climbing the stairs, who gave you a look and a smile you couldn't resist.

« i'm going to the bathroom, i'll be right back. » you say to the boys, before throwing off your blanket and making your way discreetly upstairs.

looking around you, tiptoeing on your toes, your body was suddenly dragged into a room, which almost made you cry out in surprise. but your eyes soon found the beaming face of your boyfriend, who had taken you prisoner in his arms.

« i could have hit you. » you said softly, pinching his rib, which drew a little laugh from his lips. « i know you wouldn't have done it. » he said in return, in a whisper, before placing a kiss on your cheek.

it was this kind of moment that you cherished the most, a relaxing, soothing atmosphere that made you feel safe and warmed your heart. and this kind of cocoon, you only had it with woonhak. certainly, you were still young, just discovering what love is — but you already knew that your heart had a soft spot for him.

camouflaging your tiny body against the warmth of his, woonhak stroked up and down your spine, simply enjoying your presence. « we're going to get caught if we stay here much longer, » you whispered, gently straightening up to rub the tip of your nose against his cheek, « we should go back downstairs. »

the young boy nodded, but didn't miss the opportunity to place a little kiss on your cheek, which made your heart beat faster. you didn't even have time to retort, he was already out of the room, running to join the other boys in the living room. tapping your cheeks to keep from grinning like an idiot, you followed his lead as you joined them again, without noticing the suspicious looks juggling the youngest and yourself.

later that evening, jaehyun had the bright idea of playing a silly and childish game called : truth or dare. sitting next to woonhak, his hand naturally clinging to yours but camouflaged by your blanket, you rolled your eyes as you observed the dares given, each more idiotic than the last one. « you guys really are a great team of idiots.. » you sighed as you finished your pizza, instantly regretting your words when your gaze met dongmin's.

« y/n, you talk a lot but don't play much. » you saw it, the machiavellian look in his eyes, and the mischievous smile on his lips just afterwards, the black-haired boy undoubtedly had an idea in mind, « so, truth or dare? »

in both cases, you knew you would regret your decision. but in both cases, you were obliged to play. so, glancing slightly at your (secret) boyfriend, who was urging you to answer, you sighed, finally declaring : « truth. »

taesan seemed satisfied with your answer, and glanced at jaehyun who nodded briskly, with a smile so big it could take up the whole of his face. « are you and woonhak in a relationship? » he asked so boldly that you might have fallen off your chair if you'd been sitting on one.

you were trapped, and your round, big eyes must have betrayed your answer. you seemed speechless, unsure if it was the right time to finally confess to all your friends that, yes, you were in a relationship with woonhak. but before you can say anything, leehan, who had slipped in behind you unawares, pulled the blanket from over your hands and revealed to everyone what was hidden underneath : your fingers entwined with each other.

« you can no longer deny it. » commented riwoo, who found the scene unfolding in front of him particularly amusing. and when you finally give in, nodding positively and sighing, thunderous applause and shouts of euphoria echoed through the room, « yes. we're together. woonhak is my boyfriend. »

observing the reactions of the boys one by one, who all seemed very happy to finally know the truth, you insisted that he was YOUR boyfriend while throwing lasers with your eyes at jaehyun, who had just thrown himself at the younger boy, already starting to tease him about your relationship. woonhak's hand unhooked from yours in a desperate attempt to get rid of the big puppy that was crushing him right now, giving sungho the opportunity to approach you, a smile far too glorious to be natural.

suddenly pushing him away and crossing your arms against your chest, you prevented a laugh from escaping your lips, wanting to continue sulking. « you're not mad? » you asked in a small voice, glancing at your friend out of the corner of your eye. for his part, sungho shrugged, shaking his head negatively, « not at all. if you hadn't told us, you must have had a reason to do so. » — you loved that he was so understanding, and you thanked him inwardly for not reacting immaturely and reproaching both of you for your silence. but something wasn't quite right : how could they all have known?

« how long have you known about this? » you finally asked, as he ruffled your hair in a comforting gesture. the eldest of the group sat down beside you, patting your shoulder as you watch the youngsters making a mess a little further on, « dongmin has been having doubts for a while, » he explained, before pinching your cheek, « but next time remember to lock the door when you hide somewhere in my house. »

with a falsely shocked expression and round eyes, you nodded and laughed. in the end, sharing your secret with your closest friends wasn't such a bad idea.

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reblogs & feedbacks are highly appreciated !

#woonhak imagines #woonhak scenarios #woonhak drabbles #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor drabbles #boynextdoor fluff #boynextdoor timestamps #boynextdoor #boynextdoor woonhak #kim woonhak #woonhak timestamps #woonhak fluff #woonhak x reader #boynextdoor x reader #kim woonhak imagines #kim woonhak scenarios #kim woonhak timestamps #kim woonhak drabbles

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jealousy, jealousy - chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

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previous chapter

summary: imagine your love being so inspiring it gives other people hope...

chapter 10: monaco sure is pretty this time of year

Max had lived in Monaco since almost the day he turned 18. But as he watched Charles bounding up the slope of the Tête de Chien, gasping at the panoramic view below despite it undoubtedly being the hundredth time he’d seen it, it occurred to him that he had never lived there.

Until now.

On a precious free day before the Grand Prix weekend, Charles made good on his promise, holding Max’s hands as he helped him climb onto Charles’ yacht. He had donned one of his many paisley bandanas—this one white, with swirling patterns of blue—and his messy curls flapped in the wind as he steered them along the French Riviera. Max appreciated the view of the golden sands on the beach, the colorful umbrellas crowding the shoreline, the smooth road that hugged the coast…almost as much as the sight of Charles undoing the buttons on his pale blue shirt, grinning at Max as he raised his tanned biceps overhead, and effortlessly diving into the turquoise water.

“WOOOOOOOO!” came a jubilant cry from below.

Max followed suit, just knowing Charles would be lying in wait underwater to ambush him. The pair emerged on the surface laughing breathlessly, treading the water as one.

Charles pointed to the distance. The sky had blessed them with an utterly cloudless day; Max squinted as he focused on the horizon, where the endless sky met the sea. It was the clearest, bluest thing he’d ever seen.

“You know, Max,” Charles said, gently pushing a lock of dripping hair back up Max’s forehead.

“Mm?”

“I changed my mind. The ocean has nothing on your eyes.”

Max was right. It was nice to see La Mala together.

It was the nicest thing that had ever happened to him in his whole life.

epilogue

George and Alex stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the tangerine sun slowly sink below the horizon. Its very last rays filtered through Alex’s bleached hair, turning it a glowing, fiery red. George’s heart ached just a little bit.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Max milling around the paddock aimlessly like an unmoored ship, tapping his foot. His patience was eventually rewarded when a driver emerged from the Ferrari hospitality; Max’s joy was practically palpable as he raced over to Charles with a now barely noticeable limp. George knew without having to look that Charles was grinning from ear to ear, and that an arm clad in a Red Bull suit would casually lope around the Monégasque’s shoulders.

“La Mala, here we come!” he thought he heard Charles say distantly.

Nothing was ever guaranteed in Formula 1. You could wake up one morning and find out you’re off the team, off the grid, just like that. Waiting for the perfect opportunity, waiting for exactly the right time…god, George thought, we could all just be gone by then.

He looked at Max and Charles striding away from the paddock hand in hand, then back again at Alex, and made himself a promise.

I’m going to do it. Before the end of the season. I’m going to tell Alex that kiss wasn’t just silly—wasn’t just casual—to me.

I’m going to tell him I love him.

notes: so it's probably not surprising the next fic's gonna be george x alex...right? 😅

this is a little bit personal, but i wanted to say that as someone who always loved writing for fun but ended up in the most stem field to ever stem, it was too easy to push it to the back burner over the years. don’t get me wrong, i love practicing medicine and doing The Science™️…but writing this has been an incredibly cathartic experience; it was like resurrecting the creative part of me that i thought had died for good.

what i didn’t expect was to have the idea to share my writing, to allow total strangers to read (and hopefully enjoy) it. this community has some incredible talent, and i’m so very grateful to have discovered it, and even more so to each and every one of you who joined me on the absolutely wild ride of bringing my first f1 story to life. so much love to y’all 🫶 i can’t wait to keep being creative with you.

inspo: charles’ sun-soaked day in monaco, courtesy of this video

taglist: @fangirl-dot-com @spacegirlstuff @vroomvroomgang @perfectlyrainywerewolf

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barcalover86 · 11 months

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j a day with gavi being clingy going to grocery stores, shopping cooking all that stuff

Bebé-Pablo Gavi

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You were living in different countries so when you came to Barcelona to surprise your boyfriend, he was the happiest. He didn't expect to see you at the time because after 3 days he had to go to the national team in Madrid.

Now it was your last day together and you could see that your boyfriend was getting emotional. You missed each other a lot and being separated again, broke both of your hearts.

He wanted to be with you all the time, hug you, kiss you, love you.

"Bebé, I'm gonna miss you so much it hurts me" he told you with his sad face, while his head was on your chest and hands on your waist, hugging you.

He is so needy for you all the time. He is an affectionate boy with you, and he's really different from how he usually is on the pitch.

"I'm gonna miss you too, Pablito, but we'll see each other again soon" you responded after kissing his forehead.

"But I'll have to be without you and I hate it. You make me feel so happy and when I think that you have to leave, I'm becoming the most saddest boy ever "

"No, no, amor, don't say that."

He felt exactly in that moment like crying. He hugged you tighter and put is head on your shoulder, kissing your neck slowly.

He loved to kiss you, especially your lips and neck. Every time he touched your bare skin, some electric energy was going through your body. Butterflies all over your stomach.

It was already 11 a.m. and you didn't eat anything, so you asked Pablo to stand up so that you could go make some late breakfast.

Not to lie, you loved late mornings with your sweet boy.

"Nooo, don't go, por favor" he said with love in his eyes.

"Then come with me" you smiled sweetly at him.

He groaned, but if that meant that he could be with you, he accepted it.

You went together to your kitchen. You wanted to do some salad with eggs, so you asked Pablo to wash the vegetables and then cut them. Your job was to do the eggs.

Gavi, all the time told you that your eggs are the best one he ever ate, and that made you smile even if you didn't really believe him.

"They are made full of your love, and that's why I think I love your food, cariña"

"Thank you, my boy," you replied with a kiss on his cheek, and he blushed hard.

When you two were waiting for the eggs to be done, he hugged you from behind and kissed your shoulder. You smiled at his touch.

"Te quiero mucho mucho, mi vida"

"Y yo tambien te quiero, Pablito!" you chuckled at his clinging.

After you two ate, you asked your boyfriend what you wanted to do today, and of course, he answered with "just cuddles," but you wanted way more.

"No, no. It's my last day in Barcelonaa, I wanna do something special with you"

"Like what?' Now he was really curious.

"Wanna go for a walk to the beach?" you asked with hope in your eyes.

He couldn't say no to you, so he accepted it, but before you had to meet his sister so that she could say her goodbye to his little brother.

"It's hot outside, what should I wear?" You asked your boyfriend with a confused face.

"I like everything on you, linda"

You smiled at his compliment.

"Gracias, Pablito. What's your outfit today like?"

"If we're going to the beach after we meet Rora, I think I'll go with some brown jeans and a black t-shirt. What do you think?" he asked for your opinion after he showed you the chlotes he's gonna wear tonight.

"I think that it'll look amazing on you" you said while he blushed.

He went to you and kissed your lips with love after taking your hands and then started to dance with you. You laughed at his silliness, but didn't mind at all. You love soft Pablo.

After a long fashion show, you and Pablo chose a beautiful white dress.

"I hope Aurora is late too," you told Pablo while laughing .

When she saw you both holding hands, she smiled at herself. His brother has the perfect girl for him, and she couldn't be happier.

"Y/n, you look so pretty"

"Gracias, Rora!! Y tu tambien, cariña"

You two hugged and then let a little bit of space for the brothers to say their goodbyes.

Pablo was still holding your hand, needy for your touch. After you left his sister to meet with her boyfriend, you went to your favourite place to eat some ice cream.

While you were walking together eating your dessert, Pablo was telling you stories about your future and how he would want to give you 3 children.

"Oh, Pabs, you really want that?" You asked with a big smile on your face.

"I can't ask for anything more, mi amor. Bit right now I just wanna be with you. Our last day.."

He looked at you sad with tears in his eyes before his chin was on your shoulder. You turned around and kissed his lips a little so that he wouldn't be sad.

When you arrived at the beach, Pablo took your hand and started to run with you towards the water. When you knew his intention, you ran away from him while he was following you.

"Don't you dare throw water at me, Gavira" you shouted at him while he only laughed hard at your little run.

Of course, he was faster than you, so he caught you and hugged you while spinning you around.

"Stoop, I'll get dizzy, amor" you laughed.

When he put you down, he kissed your lips again and again and again.

He loves you so much.

After you took some photos, you decided to head home to prepare Gavi's baggage.

While you took his maleta he started to cry.

"Oh, amor, don't cry"

You hugged him and kissed kis forehead until he slowed down a little. While you two were choosing some chlotes for him, you could still hear the sobs that were coming from him. You fel so sad, as well, but didn't want to cry because you knew if you'll begin, you couldn't be able to stop yourself.

After you were done, Gavi told you he wanted you to stay with him while showering.

You were staying out of the shower, looking at him while putting on some music for both of you to sing and dance. He looked so beautiful with his hair wet and smile when he looked at you.

"Who do you think will win the champions league?" You asked him

"Hard one, amor. I think City, but I'm sure it will be a great match. You?"

"I'm with Inter honestly, but if City wins, I'll be happy for them. Both worked hard, and anyone deserves to win. We'll see "

After Pablo was done showering, you cuddled together on your bed while looking at your phones. You saw that Gavi posted something, and when you saw it, you were so melted that you decided to post him on your story too.

All night, Pablo cried because he had to leave you. He loved football, but he also loved you. So much

You tried to calm him down with kisses so eventually he fell asleep.

In the morning, when you said goodbye to each other, you felt tears in your eyes, but Pablo smiled at you and kissed your neck cuz he loves it so much.

You promised yourselfs to talk every hour and you did that. You were all the time on the spanish national team insta account to see more of your boyfriend, and also, you were getting photos of him from some of his teammates.

You were so excited for his next match so that you could go and see him, but now you were back in your country, spending time with you lovely family.

Let me know if you liked this..!?

#fc barca #fc barcelona #football #gavi #pablo gavi #pablo gavira #pablo martín páez gavira #gavi imagine #gavi x you #gavi x yn #gavi x reader #gavi fluff

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team7-headquarter · 1 year

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Laughing while imagine Sasuke in another life, where he's mentally healthier and keeps blushing and smiling like he used when he was a little kid.

Becuase he would be the first to notice the OT3 dynamic of Team 7, the first to realize that the attraction he feels for both of them is different and they speak on their own terms, so trying to compare them would never work. I think Sasuke is somewhere in the ace/aro spectrum, not being able to feel a romantic or sexual connection until he has first a friendship connection, you know?

So maybe it is Shisui or Obito who pinpoint the fact he technically has both a boyfriend AND a girlfriend, mostly joking, but Sasuke goes oh shit in his mind. It stays glued on his brain. He's not entirely convinced about Naruto having a crush on him until he realizes that Naruto talks 70% of the time about him like it is his favorite thing to talk about. Ever. Sasuke's comically aware of how popular and wanted are the three of them, yet they keep going round and round, tunnel vision on each other.

He plans and schemes and doesn't sleep thinking about how the hell is he going to fix their stupid situation. He's no way going to approach them with the proposal of a threesome that don't even include sex to start with (he's not in the sexual attraction part yet), so our little Uchiha is having an ongoing headache that seems to get worst the more he has to deal with Kakashi knowing face. Fuck Kakashi to begin with, fuck his perverted books and the fact that he somehow pulled off with Rin and Obito the same thing Sasuke is attempting, (allegedly, no one's sure how Kakashi fits there or if he does, 'cause there's the thing with Iruka and Gai going on?? Sasuke hates it all).

He almost breaks down crying on his knees the day he realizes Sakura feels something for Naruto. It is not romantic love yet but she is getting there, if the looks she keeps giving Naruto are a clue, or the blushing and defending and sleeping on each other's laps... He does panic for a minute thiking about the possibility of them falling in love for each other and forgetting about him, but they keep bonding by talking about him, so yeah.

So far so good.

I can't stop laughing, really. The idea of Sasuke's big suffering being "I feel in love with my TWO best friends" is adorable to me, the type of life he deserves, rather than being mentally fucked up with hatred and revenge because his older brother massacred his entire clan. It fills my heart with joy to put him in those scenarios, silly and common with the possibility of an incredible pay off.

He deserves all the love in the world.

#sasunarusaku #narusasusaku #sakunarusasu #naruto #sakura haruno #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #team 7 #team kakashi #naruto shippuden

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lefthandedhotch · 10 months

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screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!

(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)

screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!

SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((

(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)

you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

#jess!#SOBBING!#SCREAMING!#the team is Flabbergasted seeing aaron be so soft and giggly #but neither you nor jack is phased because!!!! this is how your aaron is at home All The Time!#he’s your silly sweet handsome man :(#and he’s so happy to take care of you and his lil hotchners :(#aaron.hotchner #.hotch #cw pregnancy #aaron hotchner x reader

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theconstellationprincess · 2 months

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House MD is so special to me. Everyone is a flip there, all of them. They’re just all silly little guys.

House is- oh geez he regresses all over the place. No age range, just chaos. Wilson was the first to know, before even House, because House didn’t actually know what it was (very rare occurrence.) It’s hard to tell when House is small because he’s just *like that* all the time, but he has a few tells. He’s quieter, more reserved, but only sometimes. Other times he gets more energetic and paces and fidgets more. Wilson can always tell, and eventually Foreman gets there too, and 13 clocks it right away like Wilson. 13 always knows, always. House can/will caregive, but it’s not his favourite. Except for Wilson, and Chase, and 13, because they are his (not so) secret favourites. Even then, he’s still not… amazing at it. He’s Wilson’s go to, And 13s on occasion.

Wilson is- he’s my little guy. Oh my gosh. So both agere and petre. He’s just- he’s a puppy dog, sometimes. He’s a baby, and a dog, sometimes at the same time. Wilson learns about age regression from Bonnie, who was selling a house too a couple and they wanted a second bedroom to turn into a nursery, but a sized up on. She had laughed at it at the time, so had he, but he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He did research, and when ‘ooh uh oh.’ Because he’s silly like that. Pet regression wasn’t even something he knew he did, he just viewed it as regression over a general term, House introduced him to the specific term. They are flips for each other, Wilson takes care of House (very well) and House takes care of Wilson (he does his best) and they are happy. Occasionally, Wilson also caregives for a duckling, and gets taken care of by Cuddy or one of the ducklings.

My brain is stuck on Taub so- listen- he’s just a little fella. Not that he’s short, because he is average height, but ooh boy. Sometimes the fact that he is physically shorter than everyone on Houses team makes his brain do funny things. Taub needs human contact, he needs a hug so badly, and really he wants to be held, but his self-esteem is low so he doesn’t let himself even consider affection from people. When Taub regresses, these reservations go out the window. He wants hugs and hand holding and for someone to rub his back as he cries, and he will ask, so hopeful that no one says no. If they do say no, he will go hide so he can cry by himself, because he’s very worried about guilt tripping people into liking him when small. He regresses pretty small I think, like 1-4 range, and he does not regress at work for ages, but eventually it happens. He feigns illness and hides at home.

His wife knows, how could she not? But she doesn’t understand it. When he moves in with Foreman, hiding it is both easier and harder. Foreman doesn’t really care what he does, but he does want to sleep well, so Taub stops the late night TV because nothing makes him regress more than the original Dr Who. Well, that and the staying up late because his brain is a terrible place to be.

Foreman finds out eventually, at around 3am, when he walks in on Taub crying as the Third Doctor regenerates, which wouldn’t have been super odd, if Taub was not clutching a stuffed animal with a thumb in his mouth. That was the first time Foreman hugged Taub, though not particularly willingly.

And Foreman tells Chase and Cameron, of course, and it makes it to House by the end of the next day. Taub is both relieved and extremely stressed when House doesn’t mention it.

Let me know if you want more House, or any specific characters for me to write about!

#star writes #age regression #agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #house md agere #house Md #Gregory house #house #James Wilson #Wilson #Chris Taub #Taub #house Md age regression

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Chapter Three - Series

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 5.234k

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Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff needs a family

Steve Rogers gets vulnerable in a fight, and that ends with you being unconscious.

Well, Wanda is a great fighter now, and all her training and your insistence that she does not fear her magic make her easily the strongest member of the team.

So when Lagos happens, Wanda doesn't hesitate to protect Captain America. You don't hesitate to protect civilians.

The little trick is Wanda's magic grows in strength every day, and when you fly in to absorb the whole bomb held with her power, it's more powerful than you expected. It would have brought that building down, but it only brought you.

Wanda doesn't leave the infirmary until you wake up, and she's not talking to Steve.

You are only unconscious for a while, maybe two whole days, but then you suddenly wake up, as if you are still in the fight. Wanda jumps up in fright, and Natasha, who has come to check your vitals, almost knocks the equipment to the floor.

"Christ!" She exclaims but you are holding your wrists up, confusion on your face.

"Fuck, where is... what..." You mutter confusedly, falling silent when Wanda suddenly jumps on you, hugging you tightly by the neck.

You flinch because she is crying. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Natasha leaves the room, exchanging a look with you and you hug Wanda back, holding her on top of you.

"Don't be silly, this was all Rumlow's fault. You have nothing to apologize for."

"You could have died."

"I don't die-"

"Stop saying that, it's not true!" Wanda cuts you off with a shove to the shoulder, despair in her gaze. Her face was wet with tears. "You get hurt. And I hurt you. I don't know what I would do if I had... if you-"

"I won't die on you, I promise." You cut her off with a small smile, bringing your hands to her wrists. "We will get very old, and you will lie in a chair one day and fall asleep. And I will rest when you are gone. Deal?"

"You are so dorky." She retorts with a whiny laugh, and you smile affectionately.

"Why, this it's like that movie you like. Up, right? We'll be like Carl and Ellie."

Wanda feels a soft pink on her cheeks and looks at you with a certain curiosity. She almost asks if you are thinking of marrying her like the characters, but the question dies on her tongue when the door opens again.

"I'm glad you're awake, Y/N. We have problems." It's Steve, half-heartedly interrupting the moment. You sigh wearily, keeping a firm grip on Wanda's waist as she makes mention of leaving your lap.

"Do I get five minutes to recover, Captain Rogers?" You sneer, and he sighs.

"The problem affects Wanda, Y/N." He retorts, and you frown immediately, growing tense. Wanda looks at the captain, but his expression doesn't make things any better.

–//–

General Ross' visit is not at all pleasant. Wanda can feel his aura too, and it's tiring to absorb all those bad intentions at once.

When the General turns on the television in the conference room to the news of the day, and the newscasters complain about the unmonitored attitude of the Avengers, the danger of Wanda's abilities, and how irresponsible it was to have someone hurt their own team, let alone other civilians, things get worse.

She blinks and you've broken the television - General Ross rolls between shards of glass, the whole team standing in shock. And the gun of the agent who came with him directly pointed at your head.

"Attacking the Secretary of State is a federal crime. You're coming with me." Says the man, but you look at him in fury and he shudders, the grip on the gun shaking.

"Y/N, don't." It's Nat, trying to put some sense into your head. Although the television is destroyed, you can still hear in the commode the sounds of reporters arguing over whether Wanda should be considered a terrorist.

You turn to Tony. "Why did you bring them here, Stark?"

Iron Man swallows dryly but doesn't hesitate. "It's time for us to take responsibility for our actions, Y/N."

"Like you did with Ultron?" You challenge back, and he falls silent, looking away.

The agent lowered his gun, probably realizing it was ridiculous, and went to help his boss stand, cleaning the shards from his suit. Ross turned angrily to you.

"This will not go unpunished, Miss L/N. You have 48 hours to give us an answer." He threw thick Accords Files on the table, but you locked your jaw, staring at him unflinchingly.

"Do you really have the audacity to threaten me? I can break your spine with one breath."

The man turned pale with fear, taking large steps backward with the agent at his side. "If I come back here, it will be with a team. I'll put you in a cell-"

"We'll see how this turns out, Ross." You cut him off with a nod toward the door. "Get out of my home. Let the adults talk."

Vision escorts them out, to give the agents some kind of reassurance that they would not be attacked by you again.

You don't sit down, unlike the rest of the team, because Natasha pulls you into a private room, and spends a good thirty minutes arguing about how you've lost your mind and made things worse. You are no happier than before when you go back to the common room, where the team discusses the Accords, and you see Tony bring up an emotional appeal with the boy who died on Sokovia.

You cut his story with a "Did you apologize to her?"

Tony frowned in confusion at the question.

"Excuse me?"

You didn't hesitate. "With the boy's mother, Tony. You looked into her eyes, and said, I'm sorry that I made a mistake even if it was with the greater good in mind, and that it cost your son his life."

Tony swallowed dryly, blocking the tablet. "I was in shock. She left before I even-"

"Search for her then." You insist. "This is all about your guilt, after all. Check the guest list for your fancy event. Find her, apologize. Ask if there's anything you can do to ease her pain. Anything, a memorial, donations. Be respectful. That's taking responsibility, Tony. Not selling yourself to the government and standing against your friends."

Stark steps forward, a mixture of anger and guilt on his face. "That's not what I'm trying to do!" He justifies himself. "We've gone on too long without supervision. You saw all the damage we caused, so much destruction!"

"We were saving people!" You insist seriously. "There was no one else, Tony. No one would stand up to the Chitauri army, the earth would literally be destroyed. We're getting back on track after we lost Shield, and that's just why Ross is all over us. He wants a group of superhumans working on his behalf, any country would want that. Do you think the Accords is about the American government being the good guys? It's a facade. We will be their puppets, and people will keep dying, only this time, we don't get the blame."

Stark is stubborn and leaves the room angry. You don't follow him because you see him immediately pull his cell phone out of his pocket, and you know that it is because he will consider your suggestion.

Your next attitude is to sigh loudly and turn to where Wanda is sitting. She bites her tongue when you approach her, and you make an annoyed face at the synthesizer sitting next to her.

"Excuse me, microwave." You kick his direct foot lightly, and Vision frowns.

"I'm sitting here, Miss."

"And I don't give a shit." You retort, and the next touch is a harder push that causes him to lose his balance to the side of the couch. Vision moves begrudgingly, and your expression softens completely when you sit down next to Wanda, one arm behind her shoulders and the other hand on hers in your lap.

Natasha disapproves of your behavior, commenting on your aggressiveness, but you ignore her completely, staring at Wanda.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" You ask meekly. "I hope you're not letting that bullshit Ross put up get to your head."

Wanda swallows dryly, overwhelmed by the whole thing. She pulls away from your touch and stands up.

"Sorry, I… need some time." She leaves the room, and you cross your arms, more annoyed than before.

Steve sighs, and a hand pushes his hair back.

"We need to make a decision." Sam recalls. "And I know she didn't mean to, but Y/N made our deadline shorter."

"There is no decision, if we don't sign, we will be criminals." Rhodes declares. "It may mean nothing to some of this team, but to those of us who are just flesh and blood, without super serum or super something, it means losing everything. I am grateful for the Avengers, for all that it means, but I am not willing to turn my back on my homeland and lose all my achievements for a piece of paper."

To everyone's surprise, you nod to Rhodes and are completely calm when you say, "I understand, James. Do what is best for you. Each of you must think of all the consequences."

Nat leans in gently, her elbows propped on her knee.

"What about you, Y/N? What are you going to do?"

You give a sad smile. "Wanda is all I have, I'll stand by her. No matter what."

Nat and Steve exchange a look. He begins. "That's not true, you have us... "But he cuts himself off, his cell phone vibrating in his pocket.

Him leaving the room kind of just proves your point.

"This should be a collective decision." Nat insists looking at everyone. "Either all the Avengers sign it, or no deal. We shouldn't have sides, we're a family."

You sigh impatiently at the exchange of guilty looks among the team.

"I'd say we should offer Vision as a peace deal..."

"Y/N!" Natasha scolds you, and Sam and Rhodes laugh softly. You raise your hands in surrender.

"Hey, it was just an idea!"

But Vision uncrosses his hands in his lap and adjusts himself on the couch. "Actually, Miss Y/N, given my nature, I could serve as a peace settlement."

The team is surprised, you especially because it was just a joke. You give a nervous laugh after exchanging a look with Nat, "Dude, I was kidding. You're a pain in the ass, but you're still part of the team. I wouldn't offer you up as a sacrifice."

Vision laughs shortly, nodding. "Don't worry, miss. I think we can work all this out peacefully.” He declares, and once Stark is back in the room, he adds: “And Tony can help us."

–//–

Wanda's room was dimly lit because of the closed curtains. You didn't mind, walking over to the bed, and crouching over the pile of blankets on top of it.

"May I join you, Fort Princess?" You asked in a whisper, and Wanda resisted the urge to complain about how you turned off the news as you came in.

"Yeah." She retorted with her voice muffled by the pillow. You pushed the covers aside to get in from underneath, and Wanda couldn't even resist the instinct to hide her face in your ribcage. "Why don't you hate me?"

Your shock is so great that you think it's a joke. Your hand goes to her hair, twisting the brown strands between your fingers. "Why on earth would I hate you?" You retort almost indignantly. Wanda sniffles softly.

"They do." She mutters, and you know it's about the television. "And I hurt you. And everything that's happening is my fault."

"That's not true." You say immediately, your tone firm but not repressive. "This has been going on for some time, Wands. Ever since Shield went down, Tony bought the team name. It's pure politics, honestly. There is no state organization representing us, so technically we are a military group made up mostly of American-born people who fight battles around the world. It was a ticking time bomb and Lagos was just the excuse they needed it."

She hugs your tighter, trying to believe your words. You move a hand down to her back, and Wanda takes a deep breath as your hand enters her blouse, and your fingers caress her skin directly. It's instinctive, she realizes because you don't even seem to notice what you're doing as you go back to talking about how the meeting with the team happened and how you're going to deal with all of this together.

"[...] Vision is going to be our cash cow." You comment with good humor. "He offered himself to have some sort of protocol in his source code, whatever the UN requires of it. A guarantee that there is someone monitoring the Avengers' activities. But if you ask me, we shouldn't answer any country. The Avengers should protect the Earth as a whole, because to the rest of the universe, we are one. No borders."

Wanda pulls her head away from your chest to look at you. "Isn't that what Vision was created for? Or rather, Ultron. To protect the earth as one."

You raise an eyebrow at her. "You and Tony have been talking." You state somewhat teasingly, and Wanda twitches her nose, laughing off. She tries to pull away, but you firm the grip on her waist, skin to skin, and she bites her tongue, tensing gently against you.

"Don't go. Stay here with me." You pout and sound very small all of a sudden. Wanda looks at you with uncertainty. You swallow dryly. "I feel that things might change from now on. I just want to... stay with you for a moment."

Wanda smiles warmly, returning to her previous position. She listens to your heartbeat get slower until it seems like you are going to fall asleep. But suddenly, you are whispering.

"I'm sorry about the scene with Ross. I lost my temper."

She looks up, and you have your eyes closed. The hand on her back draws patterns on her skin, but Wanda has gotten used to it. She loves it.

"It's okay, you were just defending me."

You chuckle, your cheeks rosy. "I guess so. Quite chivalrous, don't you think?"

It's Wanda's turn to giggle, and she takes advantage of the fact that you have your eyes closed to admire your features. "Yes, very charming." She joins in on the joke. You chuckle, licking your lips before speaking again a moment later.

"Hydra used to reward me." You state in a husky voice. "Whenever I...lost myself to the rage. I'd cause real damage, a disaster. They made sure I knew it was because I was powerful, that they were proud. I don't... I try really, really hard not to be like that. But sometimes, it feels like they're still in my head."

Wanda settles over you, her fingers tracing a path from your collarbone to your face, landing on your eyelids for a moment. "I don't agree." She murmurs. "I've been looking around this beautiful mind of yours. You've freed yourself of them. But old habits die hard. And as you said yourself, you were just being chivalrous."

You open your eyes at her, and Wanda pulls your hand away. "Beautiful mind? That's a new compliment."

She laughs, rolling her eyes. "I can take it back-"

"No, it's irrevocable." You interrupt with a smile. "And, I do indeed have a beautiful mind. And a beautiful face, and an incredible person-"

Wanda interrupts you as she grabs the pillow and throws it in your face, turning your cocky joke into a laugh. A mild pillow war begins between you, and somehow, Wanda manages to knock you out of bed.

She laughs guiltily, a hand on her face as you sit on the floor.

"Dirty move, Maximoff. Dirty move." You retort smiling, crawling back onto the bed and throwing yourself down beside her. "Come on, let's watch something or I'll fall asleep on you."

"You'll fall asleep anyway." She comments, using magic to turn on the DVD. You chuckle, settling against her as the television turns back on, now to an episode of Addams Family. "You know that eventually, we're going to have to leave the room and face reality, right?"

"That's absurd. I intend to live under your blankets with you forever." You retort casually, staring at the television. Wanda thinks her heart has stopped and tries to push down all the emotions welling up in her chest. This is not friend talk, this is something else.

"I'm not opposed to that." She handles whispering back, her heart racing in her chest. You give a little corner smile at the sound you can hear in her rib cage, which she doesn't catch because she's pretending to pay attention to the sitcom.

But in the end, you are both just paying attention to each other.

–//–

"So the Haus des Meeres has these giant turtles, they are incredibly beautiful, you have to see the pictures I took for you!"

Wanda smiles warmly at your stories, leaning a little over the kitchen counter to get a better look at the polaroid photos you are showing her in the video call. The background behind you is a hotel wall, and as soon as you stop telling about the tours, she teases:

"And here I thought Vienna was a business trip. I would have gone with you if I had known it would be so much fun."

You huff softly. "First, I wish you were here, okay? One hundred percent. Nat and the Prince are super busy and I'm all alone. Pretty boring if you ask me."

Wanda sighs. "And how are things going, Y/N? With the accords and everything?"

You shrug, using the towel on your shoulders to dry your wet hair from the recent shower. "Fine, I guess. Everyone was tense at the conference of course, with all that trouble. Good thing I can smell sulfur, huh?" You joke, and Wanda gives a small smile, still not believing the whole thing. Three days ago, Nat had gone to the meeting with the United Nations concerning the Sokovia Accords. You went along with her request, to publicly apologize to General Ross for your behavior at the compound. Your presence, and your abilities, were the only reason that the public attack on the building had been prevented. The King of Wakanda was in a hospital, but he was in stable condition. And Prince T'Challa was thinking of making some sort of deal with the Avengers, in gratitude for you preventing his father's death.

You, on the other hand, were bored in a hotel room now.

"And what happened to him? The Winter Soldier?" She asked. You sighed.

"Steve went after him. After I caught Zemo using the poor guy's face." You repeated the story to your friend, as you repeated it to the police, and to T'Challa. "He's just another victim of the fall of Sokovia if you ask me. It was arrogant of us to think that no one would try anything after what we did there."

"We did what was necessary." Wanda retorts, and you know it's more for herself than for you.

Giving a small smile, you nod. "Zemo is in prison, Nat interrogated him too. He seems to know some important things, but I think it's going to be treated as confidential. She's been acting strange, and T'Challa is even worse with secrets, so I'm here. Locked in a hotel room."

Wanda raises an eyebrow. "Except you're not locked in. You've visited all the tourist spots in Vienna, haven't you?" She taunts, making you laugh.

"You know what, smarty-pants, I can't wait to get back. I owe you a trip to the beach."

"Don't worry-" Wanda cuts herself off because a synthesizer appears behind her on camera. She stands up properly, smiling at him. "Oh, hey Vision, come to say hi to Y/N!"

You force a smile, resisting the urge to say you have no interest in talking to him at all so as not to upset Wanda.

Vision nods absently. "Wanda, I thought we were going to cook together."

"Oh, that's right. Y/N I have to go, it's getting late for lunch here in America. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

You mumble your goodbyes, and as soon as you turn off the tablet, you are throwing the towel away and preparing a suitcase to return home.

–//–

There was a 99 percent chance that the Accords would be revoked. That was T'Challa's opinion after the King of Wakanda withdrew his support - as soon as the powerful Wakanda was revealed to the world - and with it, several countries withdraw their nations as well.

You also received a dozen or so gifts in the mail, thanking you for your heroic act at the conference. Someone made a blog for the Iron Angel and you turned so red when Natasha showed it to the team in the conference room that Wanda couldn't stop laughing.

The Avengers were at peace for the moment. Even though Vision still had new code in his algorithms that would force him to make tough decisions when necessary, the team was in no danger of breaking up.

The problem came from the outside. And by mail.

You were planning a holiday in Hawaii with Wanda, courtesy of Tony's money when red vials and pictures of children arrived for Natasha.

Steve received the package with a confused laugh. "Is this some kind of prank?" he asks curiously, but when Nat sees the pictures, she looks like she is going to faint. He frowns in concern immediately. "Nat, is everything okay?"

The redhead gasps, looking about to cry. "Yelena." She whispers, and grabs the items from Steve's hand, rushing off toward the labs.

"Who's Yelena?" Sam asks from the couch, also worried about the reaction.

You drop the trip flyers in Wanda's lap and stand up with a tense sigh. "Yelena is Nat's sister."

You declare surprising everyone. But you are busy pulling your cell phone out of your pocket. "I have to call Barton." You say, walking off in the direction Nat went off.

Wanda is not surprised by the postponement of the trip - The news that the Red Room is still in operation, and the whole plot with Nat's family that no one but you or Clint knew about, has everyone intrigued. Of course, Tony wants a full team operation, but Nat thinks this is the kind of thing to be done in a smaller number so that Dreykov doesn't have a chance to escape again.

And she wants your help, of course. And you would never refuse.

"I promise I'll be back before you can miss me. And then we'll take a vacation, with coconut water and shrimp on the hot sand." You assure her on the phone, it must be the last time you will be able to call her in a few days, at least during the approach to clue Yelena's whereabouts.

"I don't mind the wait, detka. Just be safe, and come back in one piece. With the whole team." Wanda whispers back, and you smile affectionately.

"I will."

"Say goodbye to your girlfriend, we're late." It's Barton, and you raise your middle finger at him before muttering your goodbyes to Wanda, unaware that she heard what he said and is blushing on the other end of the line.

You adjust the costume around you while Clint does the same in front of you. "We're going to jump in how many minutes?"

"One minute!" Natasha shouts from the driver's seat. The spaceship goes into autopilot as soon as she gets up.

"I hear Tony is looking for new recruits for the team." Clint comments making the final adjustments to the parachute. "Maybe some of the widows wanted to join the Avengers."

Natasha snorts softly, and you laugh. "You see, Barton? She's already terrified that Yelena might be cooler than her."

Clint laughs, and Nat grimaces. "Shut up you two."

You are intrigued by Yelena, that is a fact. Natasha, to provoke you, says that it is a crush. But that's not true, because you know what a crush feels like, and you have a good reference in your head, and in your heart, for it.

Yelena is quick and sarcastic like Nat, but there is a sweetness about her. And she seems to like you too.

And when the fight with Antonia - The Taskmaster - takes you by surprise for the difficulty, she is the one who tends to your injuries.

"You've never fought someone like you, have you?" She assumes, cleaning the cut on your upper arm. Clint and Natasha are in the room, exchanging information about the final approach to the Red Room.

You snort in a laugh. "She's not like me." You say. "She can copy my moves, but there is no one like me. Hydra made a point of that."

Yelena frowns in curiosity. " Your powers came from a magic stone, didn't they?" She questions, sliding an alcohol-soaked cotton swab across the cut that makes you whimper softly.

"Yep. The blue one." You retort. "And it was a lot more painful than knife cuts." You joke managing a small smile. "I was born in Norway, you know. They found me there, stole me from my family, and put me in a laboratory. Kind of like how Dreykov does, but younger. The general doesn't take babies, does he?"

"No, they recruit from the age of four." She replies sadly, and you tense up as she begins the first stitch. "That's when they can assess your potential profile."

"Fucking sickos." You mutter, and she hums in agreement. "They took me when I was a baby and I grew up in a lab, being trained by a machine and a bunch of agents. It was Natasha and Steve who found me after New York and sent me free."

Yelena steals a glance at her sister in the other room, and there is a soft hesitation. You feel bad for saying that, knowing that Nat didn't save her as she did for you. "I'm glad she was there for you."

You sigh. "You two should talk. About everything."

"Maybe later." Yelena cuts off seriously. "We have work."

You don't push it, and you wouldn't have time to. Clint hands you a cell phone the next moment, and the small image of Wanda makes you jump with excitement.

"Hey, Wands, I missed you!" You comment, smiling when she says the same. You don't notice the insinuating exchange of glances between Nat and Clint. "How are things going over there?"

"I should be the one asking that, detka. I haven't heard from you in days." She mutters and you shrug, bad choice because the pain from the bruise makes you groan in pain, and Yelena complains about you getting in the way of stitches. Wanda frowns in curiosity. "Who is...?"

"Oh, Wands, I have to introduce you to Yelena Belova." You interrupt by turning your cell phone to the blonde girl stitching your arm. "See, we barely met and she's already bandaging me up!" You joke managing to make the blonde girl roll her eyes as she laughs.

"Love at first sight I'd say." Natasha teases, and you grimace, giggling awkwardly. You mumble confusedly, but Wanda is no longer smiling.

"Maybe it's dangerous for me to keep calling. You're obviously fine. I'll talk to you when you get back." Says the witch, hanging up without another warning.

You stare at the phone in confusion, and Clint shakes his head. "That was so mean, Romanoff." Barton comments, taking the cell phone from your hand.

"What just happened?" You ask confused. Yelena finishes her point.

"Your girlfriend got jealous of me, of course." She replies as if it's obvious, and you turn the color of Nat's hair.

"S-she's not my girlfriend."

Yelena raises an eyebrow. "But she calls you babe and phones you in the middle of a mission?"

"W-we're friends. Best friends." Yelena doesn't buy that one bit, and Nat gives her a gentle slap on the shoulder.

"Don't even try to understand. Come on, we have to go over the plan." Says the widow, pulling her sister lightly to go to the other end of the room. Luckily, the subject of the call is forgotten by them.

–//–

After the RedRoom collapses, the Widows' serum is finished, and Yelena has killed Dreykov, she decides to free her colleagues around the world. Of course, it's going to be a side job for Nat, and she assures that Yelena could count on the full support of the Avengers for this.

You can't resist and end up inviting Yelena to join the team. She gently refuses, stroking the stitches she has made in your arm.

"I think it would be fun to be in your company, but that's just not me, Y/N. The whole superhero thing."

You nod in understanding. "Can you visit at least? I'd like to, and I'm sure Natasha would too."

"Of course, detka." She says and you twitch your nose softly.

"It's kind of weird when you're the one who says it." You confess making her laugh.

"Yeah, because we're just friends."

"What's that supposed to mean...?"

"Think about it on the way back." Yelena says before hugging you in farewell.

The trip to New York is kind of tiring, but you have a dozen new photographs to show Wanda.

But she is not at the compound. Vision is the one who welcomes you.

"She left something for you, Miss L/N." He says, handing you a white letter in Wanda's handwriting.

"Detka,

If you are reading this it means that it took you long enough and I have already traveled. A few days ago we received a visitor. A Master of the Mystic Arts from Nepal. That is where I am now. She wanted to talk about my magic and warned me that the internet didn't work very well there. And that if I accepted the training, I should spend some time in meditation.

I will leave the address in the letter. I am sorry to postpone our vacation again, but I guess I think you would understand this.

I can't wait to see you again.

Love,

Wanda."

You read the address before turning to Synthesized with a grimace. "Did you get a letter too?"

He crossed his arms. "She said goodbye to me personally, Miss L/N."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Show off."

You let the team know that you were traveling after Wanda the same day during lunch.

"We'll be back soon, I think. She has some kind of training." You explain half uncertainly, and Steve smiles.

"Take all the time you need, Y/N. We're not going anywhere." He jokes, and you smile, glancing around the crowded table for a while.

There are empty seats that never belonged to anyone, and you think that someday, new Avengers might occupy those spots.

"See you guys soon."

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