#this is Maria's final smash

[marylinofvinheim]

My name is Maya and bosses I feel so much Artorias & Sif, Burnt Ivory King, Maria & Morgott

#|| Artorias and Sif get my tears every time #|| I just hate fighting Sif I don't like hurting canines in games - I always run past dogs and wolves tbh #|| People smashing DS2 but it's like - IVORY KING is my one true king of that game #|| the whole build up to the final battle and the THEME #|| ER I am like - Morgs you are worthy ;_; probably holiest of beings #|| Maria... I just feel pain in Bloodborne dlc nghh #|| she needs a hug

[atinylittlepain]

ok so given that the oscars just happened, imagine a joel x actress!reader. before everything went to shit joel was a normal human being who loved watching movies and like any basic person had a celebrity crush. fast forward and the world has gone to shit and joel and ellie (and maybe tommy too) go on a patrol that goes wrong and get saved by miss “i just smashed a guys head in with my oscar” or something like that, just a fluff and fun imagine that isnt gonna break my heart in a million pieces like last nights episode

oh my god, your mindddddd - I love this idea :)

Big Fan

Joel Miller x actress!reader

Joel Miller masterlist

Joel recognizes her right away. After all, she starred in his favorite movie of all time.

warnings | 18+ a little angst, nothing wild, this is fluff through and through

Read part two!

.......................

“Are you–”

“I am.”

“You were in–”

“I was.”

“Well I’ll be damned.” 

“Alright, somebody better start speaking in full sentences, because I have no clue what the hell is going on.” Joel huffs, glancing at Ellie who's looking at him like he’s gone crazy, her gun still cocked at the woman in front of them.

“What? You don’t recognize her, kid? I just showed you Curtis and Viper.” Ellie’s brow furrows, but then she looks back at the woman and her eyes finally widen in recognition.

“Holy shit.” The woman laughs, eyes still focused on the barrel of Ellie’s gun.

“That’s not usually the movie people recognize me from. But I suppose it was my big break.” Joel nudges Ellie, muttering for her to put her “damn gun away, jesus christ,” and she quickly tucks it back in her belt.

He’s trying to not be weird right now, they did just kill five clickers together, but he’s finding it hard not to lose his cool over the woman who had been a silly crush of his since he first saw that cheap action movie as a teenager. He knows she did much better films afterward, remembers hovering behind the couch one night while Sarah was watching one of those awards shows, lingering just a bit longer when he saw her giving an acceptance speech with a blinding smile in a dress that probably cost more than his house. She’s certainly less elegant-looking now, but even after twenty years in a world like this, he can’t help the quick kick of his heart at actually meeting this woman in the flesh.

He clears his throat, also trying to clear his mind.

“Are you alone?” She sighs, wiping the blade of her knife on her jeans before sliding it back into its sheath.

“I wasn’t, and then I was. We were headed toward a settlement we heard about, I think a bit further north from here?” Joel keeps his expression steady, but can feel Ellie glancing at him. Movie star or not, he knows they have to be careful about who finds out about Jackson. But apparently, this woman isn’t just pretty, and she seems to pick up on the heavy pause after what she said.

“Do you two know about the place I’m talking about? Are we close?” Joel, sighs, looking at Ellie before making a decision that Tommy is probably going to smack him for later.

“We, um– we’re from there, actually. If you’re talking about where I think you’re talking about.” She huffs out a laugh, and offers them that megawatt smile Joel remembers seeing on his TV screen. Ellie, meanwhile, scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she glares at Joel.

“No shit. Do you think you have room for one more?” Joel’s eyes dart once more to Ellie, just seeing the subtle shake of her head, but he chooses to ignore it. How could he say no to the woman who had, embarrassingly, been one of his first wet dreams?

“You’ll have to talk with my brother, but I’m sure you’ll be welcome to stay on.” Megawatt, megawatt, megawatt. He reckons that smile could melt steel beams.

…

“Joel, what the fuck–”

“Ellie–”

“No, what are you thinking? If not Tommy, Maria’s gonna be so pissed she’ll probably cut your balls off.” He shushes the girl, glancing ahead at the woman hiking further in front of them.

“Look, she’s all alone– hardly a threat– and she’s looking for somewhere to stay–” She scoffs.

“Oh, so this has nothing to do with the way your eyeballs practically popped out of your head just looking at her?” He grumbles, hand tightening around the strap of his rifle.

“You just mind your own business, alright? I’ll take care of it.” Ellie huffs, starting to trudge further ahead of him, but not before muttering out “whatever you say, fanboy.” Joel is stunned still by her words.

“Where the hell did you get that word from?” She turns on her heel, walking backwards for a beat as she smirks at him.

“One of those old magazines. Pretty sure she was on the front page if you wanna borrow it.” Before he can get a word in edgewise, she’s already turning back around and continuing their hike back to Jackson.

…

“Holy shit. Joel, look who it is!” Joel grunts, nudging Tommy out of his starstruck stupor.

“Yeah, I know. Just hiked five miles with her.” Tommy laughs, slapping him on the back before grinning at her.

“It’s real nice to meet you. You know, Joel here had your poster on his bedroom wall–” The nudge he gives his brother this time is a little less friendly, causing Tommy to grumble and rub his arm. She, however, takes it in stride, laughing lightly as she shifts in her boots.

“I’m flattered, really. It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you, Tommy.” Tommy’s eyes go wide.

“I can’t believe you just said my name. This is crazy–”

“Tommy.” Joel cuts his brother off with a hard look before he embarrasses himself anymore. He clears his throat, seeming to get a hold of himself as Joel continues.

“She had been traveling with a group, looking for this place. She’s the only one left though. Was hoping to join the town.” Tommy grins again, glancing between her and Joel.

“Well, I’m sure we can make that happen. I think Joel would kill me if I didn’t let–” He squeezes Tommy’s shoulder hard, willing him to shut his mouth. 

“That little house next to ours is still empty. Why don’t we set her up there?” Tommy’s smile at his brother’s words is all too smug for Joel’s taste, but he still nods, turning his attention back to her.

“If that’s alright with you, ma’am. I’ll let the folks know to turn the gas and electric back on for that place.” She smiles brightly at that.

“That would be amazing. Thank you so much. I owe you all big time.” Tommy snorts.

“I’m pretty sure you can pay Joel back with an autograph, he’d probably cre—“ Joel’s heard enough, resorting to kicking Tommy in the ankle to shut him up. Ellie huffs from where she’s watching their pathetic display.

“Alright, well if you two freaks are done making fools of yourselves, I’ll show her over to that house.” 

…

When Joel gets home, the first thing he does is look at that DVD. He had found it a week or two ago on a patrol shift, left in a hollowed-out RV. Ellie was less than impressed and Maria refused to show it at movie night because it’s so gory, but he held onto it anyways. He can still remember going to see it in the theater with Tommy, both of them too young to get in if not for their friend working the ticket booth. He flips the case over in his hands, and sure enough, there she is on the back cover, looking impossibly beautiful while firing a machine gun. What’s not to like, right?

He’s broken out of his revelry by the sound of the front door opening, and soon enough, Ellie is stomping up the stairs to come looking for him. When she finds him in his bedroom, sitting on the end of his bed, she glances at the DVD he’s holding, a grin spreading over her face.

“Just like you remember, huh, old man?” He grumbles, getting up to set the movie back on the bookshelf before turning back to Ellie.

“She settling in alright?” She hums, nodding lightly.

“Yep, made a beeline for a shower. Told me to thank you. I told her you’d be coming around for your autograph later.” His face crumples in indignation while Ellie lets out a cackle.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. But in all seriousness, I think she’s interested– in you– which pains me to even say, but, I figure you deserve to know that the woman of your pubescent dreams was asking questions about you.” Joel’s jaw goes slack, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead.

“She– she was asking about me?” Ellie nods around a smirk.

“Mmhmm. And I told her you’re a grumpy old bum who doesn’t take kindly to strangers.” He huffs, but she laughs again.

“Sorry, kidding again. I didn’t tell her much. Just that you’ll be around. But if I were you, I’d “be around” sooner rather than later, before the rest of Jackson gets a piece of her. Snatch her up before there’s sweeter bait to bite down on, you know?” He thinks briefly that he needs to see just what sort of magazines this kid is reading, because he can’t quite believe what’s coming out of her mouth. He grumbles, shaking his head at her antics.

“There ain’t gonna be any snatching going on. Just mind your–” She huffs, already walking out of his room.

“Mind my business, yeah, yeah, I know. But think about what I said, old man. Better cast your line quick for this one. My guess is you weren’t the only one who had her poster in your bedroom back before.” 

He’s not letting that kid read magazines anymore.

…

When he steps out on his porch later in the afternoon, fully intent on what Ellie has affectionately started calling his “adult nap time,” he’s interrupted by someone calling his name. He catches sight of her sitting on the porch of the little house next door, waving and smiling at him like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“Hey, neighbor.” He tentatively waves back, but that doesn’t seem to satisfy her as she motions for him to join her. He sighs, rather stiffly walking over to her porch and joining her on the bench seat, keeping a very respectable distance between them. Clickers, raiders, general imminent danger, he can handle. Pretty lady? That’s touchy. Pretty lady who he imagined marrying as a teenager? Just put him out of his misery already. He knows it’s ridiculous, that none of that matters now. She’s just as worn and weathered as the rest of them by this crumbled world. But that smile she keeps flashing him might just bring him to his knees.

“I wanted to thank you– for bringing me along. I was, uh, starting to lose hope back there a little bit.” He nods, glancing at her.

“No need for thanks. Just the right thing to do in this world. I’m sorry– about your group. I don’t know what happened, but that couldn’t have been easy being out there on your own.” She shrugs, waving off his sentiment.

“It was barely a group to begin with. Just some folks who happened to get out of the San Francisco QZ together.” His brain is quickly trying to knit together the movie star he remembers from the past and this woman who sits before him now, an obvious edge to her.

“Were you in California? Back when everything…” She nods, her face set in a grim look.

“LA, where else? Now that was a nightmare. I bet the only worse place to be when everything went down was New York. Bodies everywhere. Don’t think I’ll ever forget it.” She lets out a humorless laugh before glancing at him.

“That movie you like so much? I remember when I got the role, I had no idea how I was gonna pull it off. Grizzled heroine with a dark past and a penchant for violence. I was nothing like her. But now, I feel a whole lot more like her and a whole lot less like me.” She sighs, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I dumped that on you.” Joel is quick to shake his head, leaning over his thighs to catch her gaze.

“No, no. I get it– in my own way, I guess. The world changed and– we had to change with it.” That coaxes a crooked smile out of her as she looks at him. A simple silence descends between them as they share quiet smiles. She finally giggles, scrunching her nose at him.

“That girl– Ellie? I think she said something about you wanting an autograph?” Joel can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck as his face goes slack. She just splits out in a laugh, tipping her head back in delight.

“I’m sorry, I’m kidding. But, you know, what I went by, what people still call me, that isn’t my real name.” Joel’s eyebrows quirk up and she sighs, shaking her head.

“Just a stage name. I don’t really mind people calling me that, but can I tell you my real name?” He can feel the smile tugging at his mouth as he nods. Before he knows what she’s doing, she’s taking his hand into her lap, slowly tracing out her name with her finger across his palm. An autograph, of sorts. He’s pretty sure his brain short-circuits, just barely stringing together her name as she finishes. He murmurs it lowly and she offers him her brightest smile yet, still holding his hand lightly in her own.

“And you’re Joel, right?” He’s only a little embarrassed by how quickly he nods.

“Mmhmm. Miller– Joel Miller, yep.” She lets out a breathy laugh, now clasping his hand in a firm shake.

“It’s nice to really meet you, Joel Miller.” 

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #tlou fanfiction #tlou #the last of us #joel miller imagine #joel miller blurb #request

[anika-ann]

Seven Minutes (S.R.)

Type: TWO-SHOT, independent, canon-ish

Pairining: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 8700

Summary: You’re not obliged to go to that party, but you go because it’s a rare occasion during which most of your fellow Avengers meet and have some fun together. Until someone suggests a stupid teenage game. Until you and Steve end up locked in a closet together and things take a turn you couldn’t have possibly predicted.

Maybe you should have. Whenever Tony or – god forbid – Loki gets involved, it’s bound to end up in a disaster. Only this time, the victim of the shenanigans might be your heart.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, NSFW, (unprotected sex, fingering, glimpses of size kink and praise kink, soft hints of D/s, mirrors, possessiveness;), alcohol, a drop of angst, language (a lot)

A/N: written for @jtargaryen18 Halloween challenge. Prompt in the final notes. I toyed with it so much that it might have been cheating 😅 dividers by @firefly-graphics 💕

Part 1: Seven Minutes in Hell

“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.” ― Ally Carter, Don't Judge a Girl by Her Cover

The party had died down; or as Tony said, only the fittest had survived. Banner, drunk on Asgardian liquor, let out a sensible chuckle at the words and fell asleep as he was, sprawled over one of the couches in the communal area, which looked more like a war zone than an aftermath of a giant party.

It wasn’t the mess of empty bottles and glasses and cushions having been thrown around at some point. It was the skeletons. The fake blood. The few smashed pumpkins, literally beaten to a pulp. Luckily, the one single torn-off arm which some idiot had smuggled in despite the strict ban on those, based on the fact that at least half of the guests suffered some form of a PTSD, had been kicked under the bar and covered by a cloth as soon as you had found it. Tony, despite already finding himself in a drunken haze, agreed to kick the asshole who had brought it out. Steve had shot you a grateful look when you had asked Tony to do so. Bucky – thankfully – never learned about the tasteless joke ever taking place.

Unlike the space, the Avengers had an aura of comfort around them. Lying around, some chatting sleepily, chuckling every now and then, some talking animatedly with a few friendly nudges under the ribs, they lounged in the area and welcomed the 1 a.m. announcement by Friday with relative grace.

Except for Tony, who booed and proceeded to glare at every single conscious Avenger present, one by one; Natasha and Clint comfortable on one couch, Steve and you on the other, Thor filling out a huge armchair, Rhodey looking a bit small in the other in comparison, Wanda practically lying in a lounge pug with Vision hovering by her like a guard, Helen and Maria crossed legged on tiny tabourets, Sam and Bucky, having been fighting each for their space on the couch, now sitting carelessly with Bucky’s feet against Sam’s thigh. And then there was Loki, spinning slowly in his egg chair he had charmed up and kept up in the air with his magic, Pepper having reluctantly sat down in the other which Loki had graciously made for her with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, guys! Just… boooo! This party is dying! We need to shake things up!” he called out theatrically, standing in the middle of the Sleepy Hollow with judgement written all over his face. Then, he lowered his voice, a wicked smile twisting his lips. “Do you wanna play a game? I do.”

At least four distinct snorts sounded around the group at his poor impression.

“Really, Tones?” Natasha questioned, probably referring to both his acting skills and the suggestion.

“I do want to play a game. It’s called let’s go to bed,” Bucky groaned, rolling his shoulders and throwing his feet back to the ground, startling Sam in the process.

“The night is still young, Barnes,” Clint huffed despite his eyelids barely staying open as he kept twisting a rubber imitation of femur between his fingers. “You sound like an old man.”

“Oh? That coming from you really says something,” Sam pointed out, a good-natured smile curling his lips; at the same time, Tony hummed: “Or a kinky one.”

“I must say I agree with Stark this once,” Thor boomed, nodding thoughtfully as several voices groaned at the gleeful grin lighting Tony’s face. “There seems to be a lull to these revels and it is indeed too soon to retire to bed. The sun has not even risen yet!”

A single clap of hands and Tony was gesturing towards Thor. “See! The Asgardian agrees with me. I must be right.”

“I bet he’s already regretting his words,” Steve noted, drawing a small chuckle from you.

In all honesty, you would be inclined to agree with Bucky on this one. Going to bed sounded heavenly, but there was one huge disadvantage to bed compared to the Sleeping Beauty Castle the Halloween party had turned into: the company wasn’t nearly as good. You weren’t greedy – you wouldn’t need all the Avengers present to come cuddle you in bed. Just one would do. The one whose thigh occasionally brushed yours as you talked about anything and everything, all kind smiles and a slightly tipsy spark in his gorgeous blue eyes which were complimented by the treacherous midnight shade of his one-size-too-small shirt.

“Now, now, Captain. The other Asgardian agrees too,” Loki’s voice slowly sneaked in, something in his tone causing your heart to skip a startled and yet excited beat.

Loki was… a friend. After trying hard for redemption, he had begun to join the Avengers business on occasion, his magic always proving to be of enormous help. His humour was a little wicked and twisted, but his heart was not nearly as dark as people had believed – or even he himself had. You sensed Steve’s wariness towards him still and understood his reasons; and secretly, you revelled in the worry Steve expressed whenever you spent time with Loki, which the golden-hearted captain feared you did so with a little too much trust.

The only reason why you wouldn’t throw it back to Steve’s face that he was questioning your judgement was the fact he had admitted he did actually not do that, ever – but simply cared for your safety – and that fact that he attempted to be as respectful about it as possible. That and the heartwarming knowledge that he thought of you, one way or the other. Maybe him being the person who was giving out the gentlest hugs could have played a role as well. Or perhaps even that you had – like a silly, silly girl – fallen for him long time ago and would let him not only get away with murder at this point, but probably also ask him if he needed any help to hide the body. Because you’d either believe him it was for a good reason that he had committed the crime, his moral compass just about perfect, or simply because he deserved the most loyal friends and loved ones he could get.

The sudden heavy thud snapped you back to present, causing you to jump in your seat. Steve’s warm hand covered yours in an instant, gaze trailing to you to make sure you were alright. As he gently squeezed your hand, you glanced at him and shot him a grateful smile.

He let go as soon as your gaze returned to the source of the noise: a large closet now standing a few feet from the seating area.

“How about this?” Loki suggested, calmly beckoning to the piece of furniture having just appeared out of this air.

“Do you… want to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?” Wanda, suddenly wide awake at the stronger present of magic, questioned.

“Why not? I was under the impression Midgardians enjoyed this game during a party.”

“What are we, thirteen?” Sam asked, eyebrows creased sceptically.

“…going on thirty? Good movie,” Clint hummed, his grin showing pride at his reference.

“Ew, no-“

“Do you even know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is about?” Natasha asked, her expression intrigued; you had no doubt her mind had already begun to race as she tried to decipher the trickster’s motivations.

“Yes. I am quite pleased by the concept. If we play, perhaps I will be lucky enough to spend some private time with lovely Lady Speedy.”

Your eyebrows shot up as your gaze found Loki’s, a provocative smirk twisting his mouth. Interesting. Maybe even intriguing. Except it was not; at least not for the reason one might think. Loki was not at all interested in you. If he had, you would have known without a shadow of doubt. He wasn’t one for subtlety; if he had had an eye on someone, he would make sure to court them, persistently so. Or perhaps he would simply take.

No, Loki had not spent time thinking of you, much like you hadn’t spent time thinking about him.

There was only one Avenger whose company and love you longed for and had for the longest time – and you wouldn’t be surprised if Loki knew. What you hoped he had no idea about was the fact that you could have had it, once.

You could have had Steve, but you had mucked it up, too shocked to yes when he had asked. It had felt too fast, too surreal to be even happening – Steve Rogers asking you out for a cup of coffee – too good to be true.

Naturally, in a very Steve Rogers fashion, he had been too polite to disrespect your decision or let it negatively impact your blooming friendship back then; he had not made a single attempt to ask you out again since. In return, you had been too embarrassed to explain yourself – to explain that you felt like the luckiest girl on Earth, if not in the universe, that you would have jumped at the chance if he as much as hinted he was still interested – and in a very mature way, you never mentioned it again.

That was fine. You and Steve had become friends. Perhaps even good enough friends to mention it as an awkward memory; and only that, because you doubted that he was still carrying a torch for you. He had even briefly dated with Sharon Carter after the incident; he clearly moved on, because there was nothing to move on from. You had barely known each other back then. It wasn’t like you broke his heart or something. You just decided mess up what could have been a beautiful relationship.

Instead, you had a comfortable caring friendship. That counted as a win, yes?

And if you ended up in a closet with him for seven minutes now, you would, once again, acted like mature adults and… hug or something, yes? You would not give in into some stupid game and kiss him just because you’d have an excuse to do so. You would not be tempted to--- no. You respected Steve too much for that. You would never make anything to make him uncomfortable; if you had, you would not only not deserve to call yourself his friend, but even a decent human being.

And you were not thirteen anymore. You knew better. The awkwardness would not be worth it; the rejection would not be worth it. Losing the gift of Steve’s friendship would most definitely not be worth a few seconds of Heaven, of testing whether his lips were be as soft and gentle as you thought, if they tasted like you dreamed of. Knowing whether he would respond, whether he would kiss you, whether maybe, just maybe, there could be the faintest traces of seeing you differently than a friend and colleague.

No, the stakes were be too high.

“Hm… I think we should play,” Natasha said, earning at least five shocked stares, including yours.

“What?!”

“We should definitely not,” Steve protested, leaning forward with a very displeased frown, his eyes burning as he glared murderously at Natasha for entertaining the trickster’s whim.

“I mean… why not, after all? Two people in a closet, in cramped space? What is not to enjoy?” Bucky added, clearly changing his mind about going to bed. He was next at the receiving end of Steve’s disapproval.

“Ask a claustrophobic, I’m sure they’d come up with a reason or two,” you hummed, earning a sardonic ha ha from the dark-haired supersoldier.

“I mean… who knows. Could be magical,” Tony wiggles eyebrows.

“Are we back to 13 going to 30?”

Wanda, Pepper, Maria and Sam said NO with impressive coordination.

“I must say I am intrigued as I cannot quite see the appeal. It would be an enriching experience for me to understand. What is the worst that can happen?” Vision questioned.

“You did not just ask that,” Sam complained.

“Please tell me it’s just a closet and not some sort of a portal to Narnia?” Pepper chimed in, Loki’s smile surprisingly pleasant as he turned to her.

“It is simply a closet, my dear Lady Potts.”

“I don’t know, you guys, it still sounds like a pretty bad idea,” you chuckled nervously as you felt the air shift towards agreement to participate in this ridiculous game.

“Seconded,” Steve grunted by your side – but it was too late.

“Too bad, I’m getting an empty bottle,” Tony blurted out as he practically sprang after the nearest bottle indeed.

It was the perfect opportunity to walk away; it was the last chance to get out.

You didn’t.

Perhaps you didn’t want to look like a coward. Maybe you didn’t want to be a party pooper. You guessed you hoped they would scrape the idea after one round, because they would realize the game was lame and boring. Maybe, just maybe, a little part of you wondered if something interesting would come out of it – and you didn’t want to miss it.

Those were the things running through your head when you walked side by side with Steve, cursing the universe or some sort of physics cheat Tony had pulled or maybe Loki’s magic. Because of course it happened. Of course, the bottle pointed at you – and then on Steve.  

Could have been worse, you reasoned with yourself. Could have been… yeah you didn’t know who. Bruce who might turn in to the Hulk while in there was asleep, so he never was an option.But it was too late to back out now.

Steve, ever the gentleman, let you walk in first, offering a hand, a gentle smile on his face as he rolled his eyes at your friends being children. You squeezed his hand and smiled back, grateful – and calm.

Yes, being with Steve in such tight space with the knowledge what the game was about sent a few tempting thoughts into your head – but you’d be fine. You’d just chat, privately; you had done that countless times before, late night talks and maybe even your head resting on his shoulder when you got too sleepy to sit straight. You’d be fine.

Steve climbed up after you so you stood face to face, flashing you one last comforting smile. And then Tony closed the door behind you, leaving you in utter darkness.

Your first thought was that the inside of the closet was a lot smaller than it had appeared from the outside.

Your second thought was that perhaps that was not the fault of the closet or your eyes; the sheer width of Steve’s shoulders and other proportions of his body which had starred in too many of your dirty dreams and innocent fantasies alike were to blame instead.

Your third thought was that the air was becoming a little too hot and heavy to breathe a little too fast and that you weren’t certain you could last seven full minutes in this space where it felt you might as well already be wrapped in Steve’s arms. The subtle tones of his woodsy cologne, the heat radiating off his skin, the faintest light peeking through the door reflecting in his slightly ruffled hair and in his eyes, caressing his features the very way you always wished.  

Your fourth thought was, incidentally, less of a thought and more of an emotion – a red hot one at that. The flash of anger that ripped through you honestly took you by surprise, and hit you too hard to be ignored.

Because this was stupid.

This game was the stupidest thing possible that your friends could come up with. Steve was entirely stupid with his brilliance and courage and care and morality and outrageous handsomeness and most of all with giving you hope once that you could be good enough for him, that there was a glitch in the universe large enough that would somehow made the two of a potential couple. And you, oh you. You were the most stupidest of it all. To allow yourself to hope as well. To not let go of that fleeting seconds when the light of Steve Rogers was in your reach and you stood there like a dumbass without grabbing it, never speaking of it again then and yet still carrying a torch for him for two idiotic years.

Maybe if one of those things had been different – most likely of all, you – you could have been making out now. Maybe, you would feel his gentle touch in these shadows; or maybe hungry touch even. Maybe, because your friends were nosy assholes and drama queens, they would have banned you from participating in this in fear that they would have to disinfect the closet after you got full seven minutes in here.

Instead, all you had was a tentative brush of Steve’s hand to your elbow and the kind rumble of his voice, laced with worry.

“Hey, Shines. Are you okay?”

Ah yes. Another maddening thing: Steve’s sweet nickname for you. Where others called you Speedy – because of how quickly you had finished the intelligence test and made your way up in the Initiative – Steve had expressed his distaste in the nickname because just around the same time, he had learned about the modern term “speed”. Apparently, he did not like the idea of calling you something that reminded him of amphetamines. So instead, he had once admitted, he converted it in his head to the speed of light. And so Shines had been born.

The affection he sometimes spoke the single word with – the affection you longed for and mostly only imagined – was perhaps even more idiotic than your lack of reaction to his slightly shy advance two years ago.

For someone with your IQ score, you really were surrounded by stupidity and radiated it generously yourself.

The chuckle that escaped you tasted bitter on your tongue. “Why, sure. You?”

Even with the limited amount of light, you could see Steve’s searching gaze clearly. You could practically hear his mind whirling, wondering where the sudden ire had come from.

In an instant, you felt bad for snapping. Your trouble and your insecurities nor your anger at yourself were something he deserved to bear consequences for.

“I’m… fine,” he said after a while, kinder than you would have in his place. “Is there anything I can do to make the ‘sure’ better?”

Yeah, you thought. There were quite a lot of things; either put his mouth on yours – or elsewhere on your body, you weren’t picky – or maybe stop being so damn good of a person and being so damn loveable all the time when he didn’t mean anything beyond friendship by his behaviour.

You swallowed the once again bitter note and charmed a smile, your hand covering the back of his, still softly resting on your elbow.

“No. But thank you. I’m… sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he replied, eyes still searching. And soft. So annoyingly soft and caring.

You lowered your gaze and gulped, not finding it in yourself to respond. What could you even say to that?

The problem with Steve was that even if you weren’t looking at him, you could still feel him looking at you. At rare times, it felt like a punch, if he got truly angry with you – when you did something he considered stupid and dangerous as if you hadn’t been quite inspired by his own bravery – but at other times, like this, it felt like a fluffy blanket and a warm cup of tea pressed to your hands when the blues came knocking on your door.

No words were spoken for a long minute. And then, like you should have known they would, Steve’s arms carefully pulled you to his chest and wrapped you in a hug which felt just like his gaze a moment ago; except this feeling was real. He sucked up all your anger and frustration you into his chest with ease, breathed in once, then twice and unlike you, he simply let it go, allowing you to soak in his affection instead. 

You could cry at the sweet gesture. Sweet, sweet Steve: deadly force, righteous passion, beautiful soul and infinite kindness locked in a body of a gentle giant.

“Thank you,” you muttered into his shirt and you could hear the smile in his voice when he responded, arms tightening just a fraction.

“Any time.”

You felt your lips curl up in a smile too, allowing yourself to bask in the goodness he was. Strong embrace, but kind. Almost too hot to touch, like a sun, but somehow still feeling like sunshine instead. Lips soft as they touched your hairline, fingers gently running through the length of your hair-

You stiffened. It felt too good; it felt like what you wanted but didn’t actually have. Steve Rogers did not kiss you; not your cheek, not your lips, not your forehead or the crown of your head.

Or at least he never had before.

“Steve?”

His smile was a little bashful as he retreated, his hand sliding down your hair, holding your chin in gentle hold you could easily escape should you want to. But you didn’t. Why would you when his thumb caressed your cheek, eyes firmly holding your gaze even as his smile was slightly shaky?

You didn’t dare to stop whatever this was; because this was what you wanted. Whether this was Steve giving into the game only or anything else, you’d take it. Because you didn’t start it, you didn’t force him into something you wanted. He initiated it; he held you as if you were something precious all on his own. If this behaviour expired in a few minutes, well. At least you would have a sweet memory to cherish, wouldn’t you?

“I’ve been thinking of you.”

Your eyes must have been wide – even ridiculously so – at the admission, your heart like a thunder in your chest and in your ears. You… certainly you must have misheard. You must have misinterpreted what he was trying to say. That was not right. Was it?

“…you have?”

His smile widened, eyes full of good-natured amusement. “I’m always thinking of you, Shines. I’m honestly surprised I’m keeping it so subtle that you are this shocked by the revelation.”

You licked your suddenly dry lips. You must have breathed in something. You had too much to drink. Tony sneaked some edibles into the refreshments – yes, that had to be it.

But then the even more rational part of your brain chimed in: you could never dream up something as detailed. And Steve would have been immune to the drugs. He hadn’t drunk too much of the Asgardian liquor from Thor’s flask either.

You were both perfectly sober at this moment – as insane and surreal as it felt. Did Steve really…? You swallowed the slightly hysterical giggle trying to claw its way up your throat.

“You wouldn’t… you wouldn’t make fun of this, would you?”

Steve’s eyes grew serious even as they remained kind.

“No. I wouldn’t,” he assured you, the slightest hint of offence in his tone. “You’re just… you’re everywhere. I try to focus on work, but you’re always on my mind. That smile, those pretty eyes. This… this drive and passion you have and turn it into hard and good work and kindness. Those gorgeous, gorgeous lips…”

You licked again them on instinct, not missing the fact that Steve’s gaze flickered down at the motion.

No way. No way.

You had hit your head. This was a fever dream, this… this was all you wanted and needed, it couldn’t possibly become true all of sudden. Right?

But if this was a fever dream, you might as well enjoy it. If it was reality, even the better. Because Steve Rogers was serious in matters of heart – he was most definitely not pranking you. So if he was saying he had been thinking about you, you had no reason to doubt him.

There rarely ever was a reason to doubt Steve Rogers.

“I… I think about you too,” you reluctantly admitted, his lips suddenly so, so close you could feel his breath when he spoke only one word in response.

“Good.”

The first touch to your lips was nothing but tentative; nothing but temptation and yet everything you could ever want. His hand cradled your face like precious porcelain and his kiss was like one of an artist asking his muse to allow him into her favour. Warm and soft; his lips were as soft and gentle as you had always thought they would be. The tender brush of his fingertips to your face however made your first kiss all the sweeter, as did his smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he released your lips. The giddy feeling burst inside your chest with intensity you couldn’t possibly contain.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m gonna have to agree with good,” you whispered; and before you could feel silly, Steve’s low chuckle echoed in the limited space, his thumb tapping your lips.

“Yeah.”

That was the only warning you received before his mouth were back on yours, letting you taste that smile of his; his arms, still around your waist, pulled you closer against the hard planes of his chest, the sensation reminding you that you could in fact too do more than simply lay your hand on him. He appreciated your initiative with a content hum, the vibration against your lips sending pleasant shivers down your spine and into your belly. When he deepened the kiss, his touch on you growing firmer, angling your head to his liking, you felt like you could melt from the inside, all nerves on the most beautiful fire.

Your startled sound when your back bumped into the wall of the closet drowned in Steve’s mouth, your parted lips but an invitation for him. The sensations were quick to rise into your head like a heady wine and suddenly only seven minutes in whichever alternate reality you felt as if you had entered seemed unfairly short. Your fingers flexed in the material of Steve’s shirt, his large palm sliding to your hip and squeezing. His hips rocked ever so slightly against yours and the semi-hard bulge pressing against your core had you whimper his name just as his lips moved to your jaw.

“Love hearing my name like this from your lips, Shines,” he whispered like a secret into your skin, teeth grazing your sensitive flesh and nearly causing your knees to buckle. I’ll say it as much as you want, you wanted to say, the words stuck in your throat, only a breathy Steve coming out again, much to his apparent delight. “That’s it. Wanna hear it more… but not here.”

The flash of a rationality was brief; before it could take, his lips were back on yours and you felt yourself falling, leaning into his touch, hands wandering over his exquisite body, hips rutting forward at the beautiful, beautiful groan your touch elicited from him.

I did that. He wants me, he wants me like this. I want him. I need him.

The simple thoughts occupied your brain, a last portion of coherency you managed as his palm slid to your ass with purpose and pressed you against his hardness in a promise of what was to come. You decided that you could die a happy woman right there and that you needed his mouth on your more than you needed oxygen; you grabbed onto his face, pulling his lips back to yours, rewarded by a deep kiss and both of his hands grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your flesh with a little too much vigour.

You succumbed to the pleasure of his touch, head spinning, the world passing by in a blur.

It didn’t matter how you got into his room next; it didn’t matter, not when his hands were on you again, an absurdly polite can I? as his dextrous fingers slid the strap of your dress off your shoulder, a kiss to every inch of the newly revealed skin, leaving nothing but hunger for more in their wake.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he praised as he mouthed at your skin, the new endearment causing your heart to tremble, stomach fluttering pleasantly. “The times I imagined this, imagined you… turn around, Shines.”

You’d swear that you would let Steve Rogers get away with murder; but asking you to turn away from his hot lips, that was toeing the line of insanity.

“Steve-“

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” he cut of your protests, strong hands simply spinning you around.

He rewarded you for the lack of resistance by placing his hand over your stomach, skin hot even over the thin fabric, pressing you back against his chest and his more than evident arousal, lips attaching to the column of your neck, sliding the other strap of your dress down. Instinctively, you leaned your head back, exposing your throat to him, a small but sharp nip of teeth sending a fresh wave of arousal into your core.

Long fingers slid up your throat, turning your head so his lips could meet yours again, demanding and yet so giving, hand inching from your belly down your thigh, toying with the hem of your dress and causing your breath to hitch.

God, you needed him. You wanted him in every way possible, but if this was what came before he’d take you out, you had zero problem with that. You needed to feel him.

The please escaping your newly freed lips sounded almost pathetic to your ears, but Steve clearly disagreed with your assessment.

“Oh sweetheart, you sound so pretty like this… and look at you,” he rasped, nudging you to actually look ahead, only for you to realise you were now facing the tall mirror of his closet, gaze setting on your own face, dominated by the kiss-swollen lips and pupils blown up by lust. “Gorgeous… and you’ll look even more beautiful when you’re coming apart for me. First on my fingers and then…”

You shuddered when his fingers finally slid under your skirt, caressing the lace of your thigh-highs, chest vibrating against your back with an appreciative hum. Your gaze strayed to Steve’s face, only to find his eyes laser focused on your face in the mirror, flashing darkly when his fingertips found the soaked fabric of your panties and pressed.

“So wet for me, Shines. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me. Can’t wait to make you mine… you want that, don’t you?” he whispered, your lips parting wordlessly and at the very moment, he pushed the offending fabric to the side and dipped his index finger in your slick. He stroked a few times, coating his fingers in your essence and entered you with two with laughable ease. You pushed your hips forward on instinct, already needing more.

“Steve, oh god-“

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, free hand pressing your back to his front, hardness digging into our ass. “I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…”

Vainly wriggling against his strong hold because that was exactly what you wanted, you caught his smile in the mirror, his lips pressing softly against your temple as his fingers begun pumping in and out of your tight channel, stealing the breath from your lungs. Resigned and secretly thrilled by his dominance, you leaned against his chest, letting your head fall back against his strong shoulder, praying he’d give you more soon.

Instead, he pulled his fingers out altogether, painting your inner thighs with your slick, stepping back, leaving you cold and empty.

“St-“

His hand landed gently on your shoulder, his other hand easily sliding the zip of your dress down your back, letting it fall to the ground. Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your stockings, soaked panties and lace bra, you shuddered under Steve’s hungry gaze; but at the same time, the adoration and admiration shining from his gaze even made your stomach flip and stopped your hands from self-consciously covering yourself at least a bit.

You weren’t shy. You weren’t ashamed of your body; but goodness, Steve’s eyes trailing the length of it, taking in every inch of bare skin and appreciative of how the fabric hugged the parts still covered made you feel like a goddess. A muse.

His gaze was hypnotic as his eyes met yours in the mirror again, his smile soft before it earned a lustful edge.

“You’re a piece of art, Shines…” He stepped back to you, lips attaching back to your neck and his fingers pushed the panties down and let them slide down your legs, hand sprawling over your pubic bone and teasing your core with his fingers again. “And I’m going to appreciate that in every way I know… but you’re gonna watch. I wanna watch you as you fall apart for me, and I want you to see how beautiful you look when I make you mine. Can you do that, sweetheart?”

You didn’t think. You nodded at the promise of pleasure, instantly rewarded by three fingers stretching you, one of your hands landing on his wrist to keep him inside, the other grabbing at his head behind you. You felt his smile against your neck before he sucked on your skin, setting a punishing pace, this time letting you meet his advances. The sight of his large hands over you was insanely erotic; his size and strength captured in a repetitive picture, your muscles contracting as you tried to encourage him to give your more. The pleas seamlessly blending with his name were falling from your lips as the pressure inside you built and built, the wicked curl of his fingers nearly having you reach for the stars.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Steve-“  

“Watch, sweetheart,” he reminded you feverishly, the blue of his irises nearly swallowed by his blown pupils, dark, pleased and unabashedly on you taking his fingers one moment, on your face contorted with pleasure next, the sheer hunger in his gaze aimed at you only adding fuel to the heat in your abdomen.

You tried to keep your eyes on your pair, you truly did, just to please him, just to gain more. It earned you a whispered praise to your ear, a sucking kiss on your throat and circling motions on your clit.

That had you were done for. Your eyes fluttered close as you clenched around Steve’s fingers with a breathless cry, ecstasy exploding inside you and lighting your body on fire.

You could feel Steve’s burning gaze on your still, but he didn’t push you again, didn’t deny you just because you didn’t give him what you couldn’t at the moment, too wrapped in your bliss. Of course, he didn’t. He was still Steve; much filthier than you imagined, but still himself. Warm and safe, holding you close when his motions slowed down, prolonging your pleasure, still supporting your weight when your legs nearly gave out. Chuckling silently with an adoring soft kiss to your jaw when you breathed out a thank you, thinking about the fact he caught you, probably sounding as if you were thanking him for absolutely ruining you with his fingers only, not so subtly showing you that you might not survive when he’d turn it up a notch and actually took you.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” he whispered into your hair, carefully pulling out his fingers as not to hurt you. “Even more beautiful that I imagined.”

You shuddered, unable to respond with words, turning around and chasing his lips instead. He obliged and kissed you sweetly, wrapping his arms around you close, only now having you realize he was still fully clothed himself. And that the way his had cock pressed against his slacks must have been painful at this point. For that reason alone – that he put your pleasure before his, as you knew he would – you would sink to your knees in an instant if your core wasn’t already throbbing for him.

“I want you,” you said against his mouth, revelling in his smile and the playful nip on your lower lip he graced you with upon your admission.

“Good. Because I need you. I need to see those pretty lips parted for me and unable to speak anything but my name when I fill you up so well you’ll never even think about another man again,” he said slowly, letting every heavy syllable sink into your skin and have your already racing heart nearly give out – and letting your lips loose.

“Yes. Please.”

When you suddenly found yourself in the air, held firmly in his arms and carried to the bed, you couldn’t find the shame in you to be bashful about your needs.

Because when he sunk into you and delivered on his promises, you felt like you entered another plane of existence. When his hands grabbed onto you, his body an art piece you could feast your eyes on and touch, you suddenly understood his need for a mirror, for a glimpse from every angle, the absolute beauty of your bodies together as one, of seeing him lose himself to pleasure of his own.

His chants of endearments, praise and mine echoed in your ears, your lips indeed only remembering to speak his name, whisper it and scream it. When he lifted you to your high two more times, filling you with his spent to make you his indeed, you knew that you would be his forever; you had been for a long, long time.

“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

“Yours, I am yours.”

Blinking your eyes open, you slowly realized you never knew darkness could feel so violent to your eyes. Steve’s deeply concerned gaze was firm on you, frown settled in his brows, both hands on your biceps holding you as if you were about to pass out any second.

His relieved breath brushed over your face, shoulders sagging.

“Thank god, Shines. I was starting to get worried. Are you alright? It’s like you went to a completely different place for a moment there.”

Why were you standing? You had been just lying down, the heat of Steve’s skin seeping into yours from your back and his arm wrapped around your middle as you had fallen asleep.

“What?” you rasped, feeling the ghost of the soreness in your throat as you nearly lost your voice having screamed his name. You blinked again as the image of his beautifully red parted lips trembling with your name flickered in front of you, disappearing just as fast – replaced by him growing worried by the minute.

In a closet. You were in a closet. The sound of idly chat and chuckles dimmed by the walls of the closet reached your ears. The party was still in a sleepy swing; a stupid game was still on.

The realization was like a bucket of icy water dumped on your heated body, all-consuming confusion swallowing all your thoughts.

But… how? You--- that wasn’t- you had been to Steve’s room. He had—- he had kissed you, right here, a dream coming true when he admitted he was still thinking of you and was ready to act on it, his hot soft lips, his hands, deliciously long thick fingers, wickedly dextrous as they sneaked between your legs, opened you up for his--- he had stretched you so good, in every way imaginable, his gaze so dark as he watched you both in the mirror, so sweetly and devilishly delighted at filling you up to the brim, making you his-  

“Okay, that’s it, Shines. We’re out of here-”

“No!” you blurted out, horror seizing you at the mere thought of coming out to the light right now. With you face flushed; with your core painfully empty and slick even as the aftershocks of your orgasms, having felt so real, turned from echo of pleasure to mortifying all-consuming shame. “No, no, it’s fine! I’m fine. I just… I must have had too much to drink and zoned out.”

“You didn’t drink that much,” Steve opposed swiftly, his gaze so unnerving, and could he just stop, stop looking at you like he cared, so sweet and nice and so frustratingly not yours even if the affection in his gestures felt all the same as in whatever fucked-up dream experience you just had just been through. “We should-“

“Please, don’t-- they’re never gonna let us live this down if we bail,” you argued lamely, unconvincing even to your own ears, feeling tears burn in your eyes and desperately trying to stop them from showing.

“Fuck that. It’s just a stupid game.”

‘Fuck, look at you. I can’t wait to see you take my cock. You’ll be as pretty as a picture…’ echoed in your ears, so crystal clear you would have sworn it had happened – but what other evidence did you need that it was just a wild creation of your mind?

Steve didn’t love you. Steve didn’t want you this way. It had never happened. You were still in this closet in the dark, blinded by the light his persona, this time annoyed since the light only hurt your eyes.

And you heart. Your stupid little foolish heart.

“…yeah. Yeah, just a stupid game. Just… so so stupid,” you muttered, no longer talking about the game – and unable to stop the tears from coming anymore.

You laughed bitterly, understanding nothing, but not caring, even more irked at the alarmed expression on Steve’s face when he noticed the few glistening drops rolling down your cheeks.

“Shines… what is it? What can I do to make it better?”

His hands, having been burning a brand onto your biceps, shifted, one caressing your arm, the other rising to your face; and you couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take the touch, not when it meant less than what you wanted and needed, not when his fingertips brushed your cheek as if it was something precious to him – not when you knew it wasn’t.

You stepped back out of his reach hastily, your back hitting the wall; but not without catching the flash of hurt on his face when you rejected the affection and comfort he was offering.

“I’m sor-“ The words died in your throat, the sudden almost electric shift in the air making your hair stand on end.

As fast as if you snapped your fingers, Steve was no longer looking at you.

In fact, he wasn’t looking at anything.

Your stomach dropped.

“…Steve?”

Your whisper was tentative, but your step forward was not. Heart thundering in your chest, your eyes roamed his suddenly expressionless face. What the hell was happening?

Gulping, you reached out for his hand with yours; but as you squeezed, his hand remained limp by his side.

“Steve, can you hear me?”

Frustration and shame swiftly forgotten, your fingers slid to his wrist, feeling for his pulse. It fluttered under your touch like a hummingbird; but with how fast your own heart was beating, it might have been that you could feel your own.

You went to a completely different place for a moment there, you recalledhis words, real words, right after you found him observing you with concern rather than pulling you to his bare chest after an intense session of fucking.

Whatever had happened to you, be it blamed on alcohol or anything else, was clearly happening to him now. That or you accidentally triggered some kind of a flashback with the way you had reacted. If you had, you’d never forgive it yourself; but you’d have time to feel like an asshole later. Now, Steve needed your help. Fast.

Except you had no idea what was actually taking place in here, let alone how to solve it.

“Yeah, fuck this game.”

You were not going to stay here another second. Not when Steve, sweet kind Steve who deserved the world, was stuck in some strange trance you might have caused.

You were just about to bang on the door of the closet with all your might when a gasp for air had your head snap back to Steve so quickly you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

Your hands were on his arms to steady him before you could think about it twice. Relief flooded your body when his gaze unmistakably found yours, even if he stared at your wide-eyed, clearly rattled by whatever had just happened.

“Shines?” he rasped, blinking a few times as if to adjust his sight to the darkness again, following the lines of your arms to where you were holding onto him with confusion. You swiftly dropped your hands, his frown only deepening at that.

“Sorry. Are you okay?”

“I--- I think so?”

The uncertainty in his voice and the suddenly unreadable emotion in his face made a lump grow in your throat.

“Yeah, the fact that this sounds more like a question than an answer really tells me you were right,” you stated, feeling small as you saw Steve had trouble finding his footing. As his friend, you had the privilege to see him vulnerable more often than the general public, but that didn’t mean the fact he seemed clueless and slightly lost now was still unsettling. “We should get out of here, right now. You were staring blank ahead for at least a minute. You really scared me, Steve.”

His eyebrows shot up as he learned that was what happened.

“I was…? That’s what-- you scared me too. You were staring into space before too... What happened to you in that time?” Steve queried, gently despite obviously being affected himself. “Do you… do you remember any of it?”

You let out a small distressed noise, heat of shame flooding your body all over again.

Yeah, no. You were not going to tell him what exactly happened, regretfully only in your head.

You rarely lied so blatantly, less so to Steve, but these were desperate times. You’d rather keep at last some of your dignity.

You licked your lips. “I… I just zoned out. And then suddenly you were here, asking if I was sure I was okay. You?”

His eyes searched your face for a moment as if he could sense your lie – or at least lack of complete honesty. Yet, he didn’t press, swallowing loudly instead and giving you a shaky smile.

“…yeah. Yeah, same. That was… strange.”

No kidding. You believed him losing consciousness the way he had was strange indeed.

Except when you zoned out, you dreamed of a world where Steve railed you into oblivion while watching you both in a mirror. Until now, you thought that shoving you against a wall and hauling you up in those enormous arms and railing you like that would be more than enough to satisfy your cravings, but apparently you were wrong. But never mind that, right? You could be flexible… flexible enough, in more ways than just one. God knew sex with a man as fit as Steve might require some stretching.

You licked your lips again, mouth feeling dry at the memory. And yet. It wasn’t all a memory. He still was so close, watching so intently. Almost as if… no.

You laughed without a trace of humour.

“Yeah, well, maybe Stark laced the walls with something when he was closing the door-“ your voice trailed off, eyes growing wide as you entertained the wild thought. “Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

Honestly, it would be a perfectly plausible explanation. In fact, you wanted that to be the explanation; it shifted the blame. You and Tony could share the blame for the inappropriate images still flashing in your mind at least.

Not to mention that theorizing was the most welcomed distraction you could get in the tiny space growing hotter by the minute, full of Steve’s masculine scent seeping into your skin and making your underwear even damper by the second.

“Hm…” Steve hummed, intrigued, his concern melting into outrage. “Loki suggested the game and made the closet. Whatever happened could be on him.”

You frowned at the implication, instinctively protective of the god of mischief; Tony was the kind of guy who would pull this kind of shenanigans using precisely the fact Loki might end up being blamed while he’d laugh his ass off.

“Tony didn’t exactly protest, maybe he just jumped at the chance.”

“Hold on a second… do you think they would team up? To deliver some sort of an advanced Halloween prank?”

Your first instinct was to say no. The thought was absurd. Loki and Tony tolerated each other at best, Tony being one of the people having the hardest time forgiving Loki for the destruction he had once caused… when it suited him. Other times… well.

“I’m…” you hesitated, “I’m not sure, actually. But I know I’m not laughing.” For sure.

Steve face was serious as he observed you, worry creeping into his expression again – you only hoped he forgot all about your earlier outburst, even as you were aware that was very unlikely.

“Can’t say I do. Once we’re out, this game is over.”

“Yeah, good idea,” you agreed instantly. “Are you sure that you’re okay?”

He seemed a little flushed, a little shell-shocked still. Then again, you imagined you did too. At least you hoped you did; you hoped Steve couldn’t read you like a book… and you hoped Wanda was smart enough not to enter your mind while you were in here.

Oh god, Wanda.

“Yeah… but that’s only cause it’s not a terrible imposition to be here with you of all people,” Steve said lightly, a ghost of a genuine smile curling up his lips, an unvoluntary smirk passing over yours at his choice of words.

“Well, I’m honoured not to be a terrible imposition to you, Captain,” you sassed, unable to stop the warmth spreading in your chest. “I suppose there are worse people to get stuck with.”

“Such a compliment,” he threw back readily, eyes twinkling. Minutely – and you would swear it – his gaze flickered to your lips.

You heart started racing. You only imagined it. There was no way. Was there? Or…?

“Shines, I… there’s something I think I should tell you,” Steve said slowly, voice turning surprisingly soft.

You blinked, the feeling of déjà-vu hitting you like a train. You had to be dreaming again. There was no way he said those words, not so tenderly, not-

The door opened so suddenly you had to squint against the flood of light; light as harsh as the truth, overtaking all of your senses.

You stumbled out of the tight space with a deep breath, the colder air sobering you up fast.  Whatever Steve was about to say, it didn’t matter; it was probably your mind playing tricks on you again and if it wasn’t, it was probably just words of consolidation he came up with at the spot, an attempt to sooth whatever had bothered you before. Nothing more.

Because whatever you had fantasied about in the closet, it was just that: a fantasy. True, one you weren’t aware you had, but a fantasy nonetheless.

Steve had long moved on from asking you out two years ago. Whatever could have been, you had missed your chance then; he was just being friendly. He tried to offer comfort, because that was what he did. Even when you hurt him by your rejection of it, even when he was rattled himself by whatever he had experienced, he tried to comfort you again what could be two minutes later, because that was what good friends did.

Not a terrible imposition – that was what he said, after all. Even as you knew he probably chose the words on purpose to distract you and amuse you, it was not exactly a declaration of love. There was nothing but friendship between you, not from his side and that meant you would keep it that way unless you were ready to risk it all.

Which was going to be never.

As Steve firmly announced that the game was over, contrary to the booing from several Avengers, you wondered what it would take to rename the stupid activity to Seven Minutes in Hell.

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Hyacinth - Joel Miller x Reader

Hyacinth (Hyacinthus) - Meaning: Please forgive me

Summary: After hitting your car, Joel Miller takes you out on a date to apologize.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Word Count: 1921

Warnings: Fluff!, slight language, reader wears makeup and a sundress but is otherwise a blank slate, Pre/no outbreak AU, no Ellie, reader was left at the altar, dinner date conversation, making out, nicknames 'sugar' and 'darlin', Joel Miller is a warning in and of himself

I'm really happy with how this turned out! Just a fluffy first date with Joel Miller. Enjoy!

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“Am I crazy?” you asked your best friend, Maria, while applying your mascara. 

“For what? Going on a date with the guy who smashed up your car?” Maria asked dryly, shrugging her shoulders while she watched you get ready. “Nah, I’ve done crazier shit.” 

“What if I remember him much more handsome than he is? Like the adrenaline made me think he was super hot?” you asked. 

“You can always invoke the code phrase and I’ll call you from ‘the hospital.’” Maria offered, putting ‘the hospital’ in air quotes. You smiled over at her and reached for her hand, giving it a squeeze. She smiled back at you. “Though I hope he’s not a dud. It’s about damn time you got back out there.” 

“You’re telling me,” you muttered, touching up your lipstick. You hadn’t had anything more than a hook-up since you were left at the altar two years ago, throwing yourself into work and fixing up the house you bought with your ex. 

With a final look in the mirror, you fluffed your hair and gave yourself a look of approval, then turned to Maria for final approval. 

“You look hot, babe. This guy isn’t gonna know what hit him.” 

You laughed, “Good, cuz he’s the one who hit me. Well, my car, but you know.” 

Three days ago in the grocery store parking lot, you’d been pulling into a spot when a scruffy-looking man hopped into the truck in the spot across from you, started it up, and pulled forward without looking. The front of your little sedan stood no chance against the grill of his behemoth contractor’s truck. 

He’d been incredibly embarrassed and apologetic, offering his insurance info and to pay for the damages himself. Amidst all this, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was. Brown curls with a striking hint of gray at the temples, broad, square jaw, and his eyes. Oh, you couldn’t get enough of his eyes and their dark brownness that threatened to swallow you whole. He must’ve noticed you staring because shortly after the tow truck arrived, he asked you on a date. 

“I know this ain’t the best time and, y’know if you’ve got a boyfriend or somethin’ feel free to tell me to shut up, but uh, I was wonderin’ if you’d let me buy ya dinner Friday night? As an apology.” A light blush had risen in his cheeks and he shuffled his feet like he was nervous, so you agreed to it. The smile on his face could’ve lit up the whole city. “Great, I’ll drive.” 

You’d both laughed at his joke. 

The doorbell you installed yourself rang, pulling you back to the present. Maria went downstairs and opened the door. You turned back to the mirror for one last once-over before Maria called your name. You descended into the foyer of your house and couldn’t help the smile that rose on your face. 

Joel Miller framed in your front doorway, wearing a dark green button-down and dark wash jeans would forever be seared into your memory. He looked, in a word, delectable. When he saw you, he smiled. 

“Hey,” he said. “Ready to go?” 

“Yep,” you said, but Maria cleared her throat from where she held the door open. “Oh! Joel, this is my friend Maria. Maria, this is Joel.” 

They muttered hellos and you grabbed your purse, muttering to Maria that no hospital visit was necessary. She smirked her knowing smirk and nodded, bidding you good night. 

Joel brought you to a nice Italian place, behaving like the perfect Southern Gentleman the whole time. He’d opened doors for you, pulled out your chair, and kept his hands to himself other than a hand at the small of your back to guide you to the table. You’d thought manners like this had gone the way of 8-track players and rotary phones, but you were utterly charmed by him.

While you looked over the menu, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him in the candlelight. You didn’t know he’d been doing the same since he picked you up until he cleared his throat. 

“Uh, you look really beautiful tonight,” he said. You could tell he was nervous — dark brown eyes darting all over, fingers tapping on the table.

You smiled warmly at him to try and ease his nerves, “You look really nice, too, Joel. I’ve been looking forward to this since you hit my car.” 

Your assurance seemed to calm him and he chuckled, “Me too, actually. Best accident I’ve ever been in. Well, second best.” 

“What’s the first?” you asked, curious. 

A pink hue tinged his cheeks and he looked down at the table. “My daughter. She wasn’t planned, but she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

“You have a daughter?” 

“Yeah, is that,” he cleared his throat again, “is that an issue?”

“God, no!” you insisted, “So you’re divorced? I hope?” you joked. 

“Uhh, her mom split before we got married. Haven’t heard from her since.” He muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as the server came over and took your orders. 

When the server left, Joel wouldn’t meet your gaze. Before you got the chance to ask about his daughter he leaned forward a bit and made eye contact. “I’m sorry, I don’t do this often. I think the last date I went on was when Sarah was in preschool so it’s been a while.” 

Because you had a faulty filter, or because you wanted him to know you knew how awkward dating was you blurted, “I was left at the altar two years ago. So I haven’t dated much either.” 

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

“Yeah. We’d been together for six years, I followed him out here for his job, and then on the big day — poof! He disappeared. Two days later, he called from Florida and said he’d gotten a job offer he couldn’t refuse but he didn’t want to uproot the life I had built here,” you scoffed at the bitterness of your memory, washing it down with a sip of wine.

In the dimness of the restaurant his features softened, but you didn’t see pity in his eyes. Only understanding. 

And damn if it wasn’t exactly what you needed. 

Joel, you were coming to realize, was exactly what you needed. 

“Well he’s a goddamn moron,” Joel said. “Only spent a few hours with ya and I can tell.” 

Your heart fluttered when his big hand landed on top of yours on the table. The weight of his hand on top of yours felt incredibly intimate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind. In fact, you really liked it.  

“How old is Sarah now?” you asked, not moving your hand.  

“Almost fourteen.” 

You couldn’t help your reaction — your eyebrows shot up and you tried the mental math. Joel wasn’t that much older than you, maybe mid-thirties, late thirties max, so if his daughter was a teenager he had her in his early twenties. 

“That must’ve been hard,” you said, turning your hand over under his so you were palm-to-palm and squeezing his hand gently, “Raising her on your own.” 

Joel nodded and squeezed back, “Yeah, but my brother helps out and working for myself helps too.” 

“What do you do?”

“I’m a contractor.” 

You lit up at that, mentioning all the little house projects you’d attempted and the two of you chatted about how much subway tiling a bathroom sucks until your entrees arrived. 

You kept talking as you ate, finding more and more topics as the night wore on. Joel agreed to split a tiramisu even though he “didn’t much like sweets,” which you giggled at. 

“Me neither, but tiramisu is the exception.” 

You let him have the first bite, and he nodded in pleasure. “Yeah, that’s pretty damn good.”

Once the tiramisu was gone and the server dropped the check, you did the check dance, but he insisted that tonight was about him making amends so he should pay. You conceded, but only after insisting that next time was on you. 

He’d raised an eyebrow at you, dark eyes getting somehow darker, “There’s gonna be a next time?” 

Returning his smile, you nodded, “If you’d like to. I know I would.” 

Joel finished signing the receipts and stood up, extending a large hand down for you to take. He lifted you up and your body filled with heat at his gaze. Even though you’d just eaten, he looked hungry. 

“Me too, sugar,” he said lowly, lacing his fingers between yours and leading you out to his truck. Again, he opened the door for you like a gentleman and you could feel his eyes on you as you climbed in. You watched him round the front of the truck and get into the driver’s seat, eyes fixed on his hands as he turned the key and made a show of double-checking before he backed out of the parking spot which made you laugh. 

You couldn’t help your eyes landing on him every few minutes as he drove you home, talking incessantly about his daughter. It was incredibly endearing how enamored he was with his kid, how much he admired her accomplishments and how he wished he could spend more time with her without work getting in the way. You could tell this was a man who loved deeply, was loyal to the core, and would carve his own heart out of his chest to make those he loved happy. 

You were half in love with him already, but you shoved that thought away because it was way too soon.

Joel turned down your street and pulled into your driveway, hopping out and opening your door yet again. He helped you down and you kept hold of his hand. 

“Walk you to your door?” he asked, voice husky and eyes dark. You nodded and he led you by the hand onto your porch. It was like something out of a movie. The warm night breeze wafted his spicy cologne toward you, making you lean in closer. His eyes bounced from your eyes to your lips, his own lips parted. From this close you admired each of the gray hairs blooming along his temple and in his short beard. 

“Can I kiss you, darlin’?” he asked, accent thicker than it had been. 

“Yes please,” you breathed, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was warm, soft yet firm, like the first bite into a perfectly ripe peach. He tasted like tiramisu and your hands wandered up to his chest. Underneath his shirt, you could feel his pulse quickening along with your own as his hands came to rest at your hips. 

You wanted more, wanted to deepen the kiss and pull his firm, broad body flush against your own — 

But then your front door opened, revealing Maria. 

“Oh! Sorry, thought I heard…”

You and Joel broke apart at your best friend’s interruption. Joel looked sheepish, burying his hands in his pockets. 

“Give us a sec,” you said to Maria, who shut the door. Years of friendship told you she was eavesdropping on the other side of the door, so you kept it brief. 

“I had a really, really great time tonight, Joel,” you said. 

He smiled down at you, brushing some hair behind your ear. “Me too. You busy tomorrow night?”

You shook your head, “Free as a bird.” 

“Good. Pick you up at seven?” 

“It’s a date.” 

#writing challenge #fanfiction #in bloom #fluff #tlou fic #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fluff

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The White Healer Chapter 7

Warning: Smut, thigh riding, making out, detailed description of injuries, graphic violence.

Authors note: I KNOW I PROMISED SMUTTY SMUT BUT I GOT DISTRACTED AND THE STORY TOOK ANOTHER DIRECTION. This chapter is definitely the longest because I had absolute no idea where to split it so here we go.

Series Masterlist

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Natasha’s heart was going to beat out of her chest. She’d been dreaming of being with you since the moment you had completely ignored her and Wanda’s suggestions on what to wear and chose your own. You weren’t scared of her. Every time you looked at her it shook her completely. There was absolutely no judgement, it looked like you were just happy to spend time with her and Wanda. The first day the three of you worked out together, Natasha couldn’t help but admire your stamina, wondering where else you could use that. When you removed the oversized sweater you were always wearing? Good lord Natasha wanted to devour you. She couldn’t hold it back any longer.. she cared for you, deeply. Maybe as much as she cared for Wanda. Maria’s flirting was the final straw. Natasha had to physically restrain herself from throwing hands at Maria. Admittedly she may have gone a little overboard by pinning you against the wall but your reaction was… something else. Natasha was terrified of how easily she had given in to you. She had never given in to anyone. Even when she had to seduce targets, she was simply pretending to be submissive. But that look you’d given her. It made her core clench with need.

Natasha was brought back from her mind the moment she reached the door to your room, her heart pounding. Unable to help herself, she looked at you, asking for permission to enter.

“Get it together” Nat told herself.

She jumped a little when she felt your hand on her lower back.

“Go ahead darling” You whispered in her ear.

Why she found you calling her nicknames so hot, she’d never know.

She entered your room and smiled softly. You’d only been here a little over a month yet your room felt more homely than hers did. There were plants in each corner, every shelf, along the windowsill. Your scent permeated the room, a mix of earthy tones and something that just screamed you.

“Before we do anything” you started, “I just want the two of you to know that you are in no way obligated to go through with this. You can ask to stop at any moment.”

Natasha found herself melting at your words. Before Wanda, none of her previous partners cared too much about how comfortable she was.

“I just have one question..” Wanda asked, playing with her rings and looking at the floor.

“Does this mean just as much to you as it does to us?” She asked, her voice wavering slightly.

You smiled softly, lifting her chin so she’d look at you.

“The both of you mean the world to me. I’ve wanted the two of you the moment I met you. Not just for sex but to be with, to cherish.”

Wanda’s shoulders sagged in relief.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked gently, staring into her eyes.

Her smile widened as she nodded. Slowly, you leaned in closer and captured her lips. Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut as her hands slowly made their way around your neck. You licked her lower lip, asking for permission. The moment she gave it you deepened the kiss, her hums of pleasure slowly getting louder. Much too soon, you pulled back. Her lips chased yours for a second but stopped when you put a gentle hand on her shoulder. You chuckled at the dopey look on Wanda’s face. 

When you turned to face Natasha, you were caught off guard at the look of pure desperation on her face. Smirking, you stepped towards her. What you weren’t expecting was for Natasha to throw herself at you, legs wrapping around your waist. You gripped her thighs tightly. Letting out a surprised groan when she smashed her lips against yours. It seemed to you that Natasha wasn’t completely willing to give up control. That wasn’t a problem for you. Both of your tongues battled for dominance for a while. When you squeezed her thighs tightly, she let out a moan, giving you the upper hand. You completely dominated her, overtaking every single one of her sense. When the two of you parted for air, you finally noticed that Natasha had started rubbing herself against you. 

Oh no that won’t do at all.

“Off.” you told her.

Confused, she stood back up as she let go of you. Had she done something wrong? Did you not like her.

“Hey” you interrupted, her thoughts clearly visible on her face.

“None of that, darling. You were such a good girl.” You reassured her.

Nat blushed at the praise, her body tingling. Something you made a note of.

“However” you continued, “for your behaviour earlier. I’m going to have to punish you a little. I was going to edge you until you couldn’t take anymore but I want the first time I properly touch both of you to be special.”

Her eyes widened. Before she could apologise you shushed her.

“None of that darling, be a good girl and take your punishment without complaint. If you do that, I promise to reward you later today. Now, go sit down on the chair facing the bed. Do not move, and absolutely no talking unless you need to safe word, okay? Does the traffic light system work for you?”

Natasha nodded. You pecked her lips with a ‘good girl’.

“Now then” you said, turning to see Wanda sit on your bed, eyes glued to you and Nat. “I think someone deserves a reward for being a patient little girl, don’t you agree?”

Wanda grinned, nodding. Chuckling you sat back on the bed, beckoning Wanda to come straddle you. You positioned her so her core was pressed against your thigh. She experimentally moved her hips and gasped, your jeans provided the perfect friction despite Wanda’s shorts. 

Wanda’s hands dug into your shoulders as she slowly started grinding down onto your thigh. 

You absolutely adored the little sounds she was making, unable to help yourself you pulled her in for a kiss. 

The new angle made Wanda moan loudly. Flames of pleasure licking their way up her belly making her grind against you faster. She could feel the coil in her belly start to tighten, her moans getting louder and louder.

Wanting to assist her, you grabbed her hips and pressed her further into your thigh.

“Oh fuck” Wanda cried out. She squeezed her eyes shut, chanting your name louder and louder as she was brought closer to her peak.

“Cum for me, baby” you told her in her mind.

Hearing your voice in her head giving her permission had her coming. Hard.

“Y/N Oh my god” Wanda screamed out loud.

Pleasure took over every sense of her, wave after wave.

You sat there, staring at Wanda in wonder. She looked absolutely ethereal. Her whispers of your name as she slowly came down from her high, chest heaving and thighs quivering slightly.

A whimper from the corner of your room brought your attention to Natasha who sat there, legs pressed together, lust blown eyes, biting her lip hard and breathing heavy. You were one lucky girl, both of these goddesses wanted you. You would do everything in your power to be with them no matter what. Wanda grabbed your cheeks, bringing your eyes back to her. Her face was red and she was smiling shyly, you realised she’d heard your thoughts.

“I meant what I said” you told her softly.

She bit her lip and leaned in to kiss you

Knock knock

The three of you froze.

“If the three of you are done, everyone is waiting for you” Pietro yelled out.

Wanda groaned in embarrassment, while you and Natasha looked at each other in shock.

“How does he know?” Natasha asked you.

The three of you scrambled to look decent. Wanda borrowed a pair of panties and tracks. The two of them noticed you’d grabbed a pair of sweatpants and gone to the bathroom to change.

Wanda frowned, wondering if she’d made you uncomfortable by changing in the room in front of the two of you. Natasha pressed her hand on Wanda’s lower back reassuringly. Before either one could say something you had emerged from the bathroom.

“Shall we?” You asked.

The three of you opened your room door only to find Pietro standing with a smug smile. 

“Y/n you should really ask FRIDAY to turn on soundproofing the next time you decide to do anything.”

You stood there appalled at the thought of Pietro hearing everything.

“You’re lucky I volunteered to find all of you and that it wasn’t anyone else” Pietro continued to tease.

Wanda smacked him on his shoulder and scolded him in Sokovian, while your group walked towards the meeting room.

“Are you okay?” You whispered to Nat as you walked.

She nodded, holding your hand.

“I was hoping to get my reward but I guess I’ll have to wait until after the meeting” She whispered back, her breath against your ear sent goosebumps down your arms.

God these women were going to be the death of you.

You entered the room first, followed by Pietro, then Wanda and Nat who entered holding hands. Wanda had informed Natasha that everyone knew about the two of them so there was no point trying to hide. 

Maria looked at you entering and smiled widely.

“Hello there” she purred, “I see that you’ve changed. It suits you”

You blushed at the interaction, aware that everyone was staring at your interaction. Wanda coughed, causing you to look at her. The blood drained from your face when you saw her eyes narrow as she titled her head slightly. Natasha similarly glared at you.

“I’m not even doing anything” you pleaded in your head.

Whether Wanda heard you or not you weren’t sure. They decided to go sit down on one side of the room between Vision and Clint.

Sighing in defeat you went and sat down in the corner of the room, your spirits lifted slightly as Pietro sat besides you but deflated again when Wanda’s eyes glowed red for a brief second, causing Pietro give you a look of pity and went to stand at the other side of the room.

To your credit, you were able to pay attention for most of the meeting. Seeing as it was your first mission you wanted to put your best foot forward. You were, however, caught off guard when Maria said that the jet will leave in 20 minutes so everyone should suit up.

Everyone left to get ready, Wanda and Natasha continued to ignore you. As you entered your room you started to panic. You didn’t have a costume like most of the others. Surely they knew that? You picked the least embarrassing outfit which turned out to be a sports bra, an oversized sweater and some sweatpants. It wasn’t very different from what you usually wore except it was all black. You knew you’d be running around so you wore some sports shoes. You made your way to the hangar, where the jet was. You were shocked to realise mostly everyone was already in there. Steve did a double take when he looked at you, Tony snorted.

“What are you wearing?” He asked, laughing.

Even Pietro was holding back his smile.

Blushing you mumbled “It was the only thing I had to wear, I don’t really have a costume like all of you”

Chuckling everyone went to sit down in one place or the other, Tony sitting in the pilot’s seat.

“Finally” Sam said, looking behind you at the entrance of the jet.

You turned around and almost choked. 

Wanda and Natasha were wearing outfits that were downright sinful. When you finally looked up you saw Wanda’s eyebrows raise in amusement. You wished the earth would swallow you up at that moment. Your embarrassment was overshadowed by an ache in your heart when the two women didn’t say a word to you and sat down, talking amongst themselves.

The jet took off and everyone decided to do their own thing, Steve was reading the mission briefing, Pietro was taking a nap, Tony was listening to music while flying the jet, Sam was eating a sandwich watching something on his phone. You took this as an opportunity to go and sit beside Wanda and Natasha.

They went silent but still refused to look at you.

“I’m sorry” you whispered to them.

“For what exactly?” Nat asked coldly. “One moment you’re with the two of us telling us how you care for us. The next moment you’re flirting with Maria in front of everyone.”

“I wasn’t flirting, I promise” you pleaded, “I’m just not used to people giving me compliments.”

Natasha scoffed but didn’t say anything.

“Please, give me a chance to show you how much you both mean to me. I swear I don’t want anyone else. I’ll do anything to anything to make it up to you” you begged.

Wanda raised an eyebrow at that.

“Anything?” She asked.

You nodded, desperate to do anything for them to make it up to them.

The two women looked at each other for a moment, then smirked simultaneously.

Natasha looked at you, smirking. You were glad you were sitting because you weren’t sure your knees would be able to support you with the look they were giving you.

“Beg.” Natasha said lowly, her smirk widening.

Your eyes widened.

“W-what?” You stammered.

“You said you’d do anything, right? So beg for forgiveness” she said lowly.

Your face burned at the insinuation. Whelp, if you’re going to do it might as well pull out all the stops.

You stood up much to their confusion, walked to be in front of them. Not caring whether anyone was watching you kneeled, their eyes widened. You gently took one of their hands in your own, stroking the knuckle.

“My darling girls” you started, “I am so terribly sorry for making you jealous. When Maria flirted with me, I should have made it clear that I wasn’t interested. I shouldn’t have led her on and for that, I’m sorry. I beg of you both to find it in your hearts to forgive me, for I am yours. Mind, body, and soul. I wish nothing more than to be with both of you, to cherish you and call you mine. To claim you in every way known to man. I am yours just as much as you are mine. I am sorry.”

Their eyes were shining with pure adoration. You stayed kneeling, staring into their eyes for as long as required, the gravity of what you confessed washing over all three of you.

“That was.. something” Natasha whispered, clearing her throat slightly.

You smiled sheepishly. Wanda gently caressed her palm against your face, your eyes fluttering as you leaned in.

“I hope you know, that I absolutely feel the same. I want to be yours too, detka” Wanda whispered.

Natasha squeezed your hand, making you look at her.

“Me too..” She said softly

“It’s a little.. hard for me to talk about my feelings.. the red room taught us caring for other’s is a  pathetic weakness.. but with you, both of you, I feel stronger than ever.”

Your heart warmed at her words, Wanda kissed Nat’s cheek softly.

“So does this mean I’m forgiven?” You asked sheepishly.

They looked at each other for a second and broke into smiles.

“Of course you’re forgiven draga” Wanda said, stroking your cheek.

“But the next time you let someone flirt with you, I’m throwing them through the wall.” She warned.

Nat hummed in agreement, whereas you merely gulped. You stood up and were about to go back to your seat when Nat held your hand. You glanced at her questioningly.

“Come sit with us devochka” she said warmly.

You smiled in gratitude and sat beside her. The three of you started chatting about what everyone’s favourite food was, what they liked to drink, so forth. 

Eventually, Steve spoke to Tony and let everyone know that they would be landing in 5 minutes. Everyone started getting ready in their own way and you just kind of stood there, doing your best not to ogle the two beauties in front of you. Nat and Wanda obviously noticed what you were trying to and decided to put on a show.

To distract yourself, you chugged a bottle of water. Mid-chug, you saw Natasha bend down deeper than necessary causing you to inhale the water. You started choking and gasping for air, everyone looked at you questioningly while Wanda stood up and walked towards you, leaning down to rub your shoulders comfortingly. What nobody else saw was that this angle practically shoved Wanda’s ample breasts almost right into your face.

“Fuck me” you thought to yourself.

Your face burned as you used every ounce of your self control to look up at her face which portrayed fake sympathy. 

“Are you okay, detka?” She asked she asked with faux-worry.

“My eyes are up here, you know” she said into your head.

You inhaled sharply, your face burning at getting caught. You nodded weakly and finally let out a sigh of relief when she went to sit back in her seat.

Steve began to quickly remind every one of what they were meant to do. Clint and Natasha were to infiltrate the building, check for any prisoners. Wanda and Tony were meant to be the distraction, causing havoc. Steve and Pietro were to take down the hydra soldiers and Sam was meant to provide aerial support to anyone who needed it. You were to wait back at the hanger and come only if someone was injured.

It was barely 10 minutes when you heard Pietro through your comms.

“Y/n, Steve's taken a hit. He got shot pretty badly in the leg.”

“On my way” you said quickly and ran towards where they were. 

The watch you were given for this mission allowed you to see where everyone was on the map.

You saw Steve in front of you, taking shelter behind a large rock. You caught a glimpse of Pietro’s speed trail as he ran around, taking goons down one by one. You ran towards Steve when a bullet hit you square in the chest, throwing you back.

“Y/N” Steve yelled, his eyes wide.

You got back up groaning, felt the bullet pop out as your lung and muscles healed. Lucky for you the bullet missed your heart. Heart injuries hurt like a bitch, they always caused you to choke blood. In hindsight, wearing all black in a landscape that was pretty much only white and green wasn’t the brightest idea. You ran back to Steve, crouching near him.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

You merely nodded in confusion. You remembered that no-one had really seen your abilities until now.

“Skin, I need to touch your skin” you said quickly.

Nodding he removed his gloves quickly. You grabbed his hand and started to heal him. You made a point not to show any pain as you felt multiple bullets tear through your leg. Steve gasped as any pain he felt in his legs had dissipated. He could his injuries glow with a white light on the inside but didn’t feel anything. Within a couple of seconds, he was completely healed. But it wasn’t just his injuries, his stamina had completely recovered.

“You can recover people’s stamina too?” He asked surprised.

You nodded and before you could answer you heard Natasha through the comms.

“Y/n there are prisoners down here, some of them are hurt pretty badly. One of them is missing a leg.”

You quickly told her you were on your way and just as you were about to get up he grabbed your hand.

“Head to the north tower, I’ll cover you here.” He said, adjusting his shield and standing up.

You ran directly towards the tower and witnessed Steve throw his shield at the hydra soldiers that were aiming for you. To your surprise the shield hit the bad guys, bounced against a couple of trees and flew back into his hand.

“Y/n, eta?” You heard Clint call out.

“Thirty seconds” you yelled as you jumped down the stairs.

You didn’t pause as you twisted your ankle, having it heal almost immediately.

You turned the corner to find Natasha crouching down, giving a little girl chest compressions while Clint was tying a make-shift tourniquet around a boy’s arm which was missing two fingers. The last was a slightly older boy (maybe mid teens) who had blood soaked gauze just below his knee, where the rest of his foot should have been.

“I’m here” you called out.

You immediately crouched down next to Natasha’s panting form. You grabbed her hand moved it off the girl while simultaneously relieving Nat’s stamina. She let out a surprised sigh as the warmth of your healing spread throughout, her energy recovering as well as the few cuts and bruises she had gotten while fighting the prison guards healing.

You raised the unconscious girl’s t-shirt a little bit, exposing her stomach. You pressed a hand against her forehead, and her stomach. Natasha frowned at the action.

“I need to make direct contact with skin” you explained, closing your eyes in concentration.

Once again, you tried to keep your reactions to a minimum but couldn’t help letting out a groan when you felt your heart stop, brain not receiving the oxygen it required making you feel dizzy.

Natasha looked at you in concern when you had groaned, a disturbing idea was forming in her head but before she could think anymore about it she gasped as the little girl’s chest and head began to glow white. Within seconds the girl gasped, her eyes fluttering around. The moment you let go she got up slowly, looking around in panic.

Natasha quickly reassured the girl that they were here to help them get out. The little girl hugged Natasha, thanking her. She saw you wordlessly get up and crouch next to Clint. She saw the gash on his leg glow white. Within seconds it was replaced with fresh clint-skin. He looked at you in surprise, probably because his energy had returned. You didn’t give him another look and gently undid the tourniquet on the boys arm, he grimaced as blood started to trickle out of his finger stumps. You simply reassured him that he’ll be completely fine. The moment you touched his arm and face, his hand started to glow with white light. His forehead was glowing too, which made Natasha realise that the boy probably had a concussion. Within seconds the light faded and to Natasha’s absolute surprise, the boy had all his fingers. The only hint of injury was the blood on his t-shirt and the floor. Unable to form words out loud Natasha continued to stare at you in amazement. She never thought you could regrow limbs.. that was completely unheard of.

‘Was there really no limit to your healing ability?’ She wondered.

You turned to the boy with the missing leg, without hesitation you put your hand on his leg and his exposed stomach. Immediately the boy’s body started to glow with white light in multiple places, brightest of all came from his leg wound. Natasha saw your entire body tense as you let out a loud groan, extremely concerned she stood up and came to face you when she froze. Your face was contorted in immense pain, your hands were trembling. Within moments the light faded and the boy sighed in relief. He looked at his newly regenerated foot in wonder and tried to wiggle his toes. He paused for a second and lifted his t-shirt all the way and squealed in glee. He lunged forward, hugging you with enough force that the both of you fell. He had tears in his eyes as he spoke.

“Merci beaucoup, madame” (thank you so much ma’am) he told you.

You merely laughed and ruffled his hair.

A loud boom caught everyone’s attention.

“Y/n, Tony’s been hit pretty bad. Reinforcements ambushed us, need help asap” Wanda’s voice echoed in everyone’s earpiece.

You got up, giving the boy an apologetic smile before looking at Natasha who merely smiled at you.

“Go help them, hero” she teased.

You grinned and sprinted off. Natasha’s attention was brought back to the boy who stared down his t-shirt and laughed in pure joy. Chuckling she knelt down next to the boy.

“Qu'est-ce qui te rend si heureux” (What’s got you so happy) Natasha asked.

The boy beamed at her when he realised she could speak French.

“J'ai à nouveau mon foie et mes reins” (I have my liver and kidney’s again) he said happily.

Clint’s eyes widened at the interaction.

“She can regrow entire organs?” Clint said amazed.

Natasha briefly turned around so he couldn’t see her face and quickly wiped the tears that had fallen. She could barely hold herself together at the realisation that Y/n could somehow feel the pain of the person she was healing. Taking a deep breath, she spun around seeing that Clint had already gotten the kids to stand up. Luckily there were only three prisoners in the entire facility. Nat nodded towards the exit and the five of them made their way towards the quinjet.

It took you longer than expected to reach Tony’s location. You briefly watched in amazement as Wanda had constructed a magic barrier that was reflecting all the bullets. However, from her expression, you could tell it was draining her energy. Beads of sweat made their way down her forehead, there were a couple of cuts through her outfit which were bleeding and she was panting hard.

You weren’t sure whether you were allowed to give orders or not but the situation was dire.

“Sam we could use some air support, there are a bunch of bad guys here” you called out into your comm.

“Be there in a sec” came the reply immediately.

Less than a minute later the entire area exploded with multiple bombs. The heat slapped you in the face as some debris flew through you. You paused for a second, unable to scream as a few large chunks of molten hot rocks and made decent sized holes in your side, shoulder, and throat. You gurgled blood as you healed. Spitting it out the moment you could. Thankfully Wanda had created a sphere of protective magic around herself and Tony to shield them from the blast. Her eyes widened as she saw you approach them. Before she could utter a word you rested your hand and healed her. She sighed in relief as she felt warmth bloom throughout her body. Her cuts and gashes healed and she felt her exhaustion drain away. The moment she was healed you kneeled next to Tony to examine him. His armour was badly dented but intact save a 9 inch hole through Tony that started on his side and ended with his spine which you could literally see. You never thought you’d see the insides of a human the way you could see Tony’s. Your breath caught in your throat you tried to remove his helmet but it wouldn’t budge. 

“Wanda I need you to open his helmet and give me access to his chest” You stated without looking at her. 

When nothing happened, you turned to find her staring at you with a look you didn’t have the time to place.

“WANDA” you called loudly.

That brought her back as she kneeled beside you.

“What can I do?” Wanda asked worried.

You repeated what you needed her to do. Immediately her magic tore away the metal on his chest and ripped his helmet off. His t-shirt was exposed and you could see his stuttering breaths. That was definitely a good sign. You used all your strength to tear his t-shirt away and pressed your hands on his forehead and chest. You started healing and within moments you let out a horrific scream, unable to hold it in anymore. All the injuries you’d healed and ones you’d received yourself left your pain tolerance in tatters. Unbeknownst to you the rest of the team had reached your location. Wanda scrambled backwards when you let out a scream. None of it mattered to you, you felt your insides rupture, burn, tear, and dissolve. You felt your spine shatter and your ribs pierce your lungs. The team watched horrified as you continued to scream, a great white light shone from deep inside of Tony, his missing side glowed so brightly that everyone had to cover their eyes. A few moments later the light dimmed, then stopped.

Tony gasped and opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings. His eyes fell on your face caked in dried tears and blood. Frowning he looked at himself and felt himself freeze when he saw the gaping hole in his armour. His body felt perfectly fine, though. Not a single flash of pain anywhere. He felt refreshed as if he’d just woken up from a complete 8 hour’s rest, something he hadn’t had since the battle in New York.

Wordlessly you stood up, eyes widening when you noticed everyone staring at you in shock.. maybe even horror.

“I can exp-“ you began but stopped the moment you saw movement behind Wanda.

It was one of the last surviving hydra soldiers with a gun aimed straight at the back of Wanda’s head. Since everyone was focused on you, no-one had noticed him slowly getting up.

“WANDA WATCH OUT” You yelled, pushing her out of the way.

Before anyone could react, the soldier shot the gun. Instead of hitting Wanda, it hit you square in the forehead.

To Wanda it felt as though everything happened in slow motion. Maybe this is how Pietro saw the world. Except while he could move, she was immobile. She saw you push her aside and get shot in the forehead. Her eyes widened as she saw your body shoot back as blood and brain matter splattered across the ground.

“Y/N” She let out an ear-piercing scream.

She barely registered Steve throwing his shield, knocking that guy out. She ran towards your body and fell to her knees.

“No no no no no, please y/n please wake up. Detka please I can’t lose you. Please wake up” Wanda muttered, pleading you to just open your eyes. She felt Natasha kneel beside her crying. Your face looked deathly pale. 

Wanda let out a sob as she held onto your hand. Nat holding on to your other one.

“You can’t die. That’s literally your entire thing.” Nat whispered.

“Please come back to us” she pleaded.

As if you had heard both there please, your eyes shot open. Gasping for air gripped their hands. They saw your forehead wound heal and presumably the exit wound too.

Wanda let out a sob of relief. Nat not too far behind.

You groaned as you brought your hand to your head.

“Fuck” you said loudly, “head injuries are the fucking worst” you groaned.

Everyone chuckled in relief. Your eyes shot open to see quite a few of your team had shed tears. You tried to get up but winced. Both Wanda and Natasha, who hadn’t moved from their spot, pressed a hand to your chest.

“You just got shot in the fucking head, y/n” Wanda scolded, “You can rest for a minute”.

“Besides” Natasha continued slowly standing up, “there’s something we need to take care of.”

You closed your eyes and mumbled about how you were going to take a 5 minute power nap.

You were the only one who hadn’t heard the hydra goon slowly drift back to consciousness, groaning and standing up slowly. All eyes except yours were on him. He scrambled to grab his gun but with a blur Pietro had taken it in his hand and completely disassembled it. Realising the futility of his situation he raised his hands in the air.

“I surrender” he exclaimed.

He let out a surprise yell when he was slowly lifted into the air.

“No.” Wanda spat, her eyes glowing with power and complete and utter rage. “You don’t get to surrender”.

The goon started screaming and the pressure around his joints intensified, he would writhe in pain but Wanda’s magic left him helplessly immobile.

Wanda wondered for a brief moment if Natasha would be horrified at what she was planning but that thought was quelled the moment she heard Nat speak.

“Do it” Nat said coldly, “but leave him alive. I want the last shot”

Nodding subtly, Wanda started pulling her magic. The goons screams reached a new volume, but abruptly stopped when an arrow expertly sliced through his vocal cords.

“Shut up, you’ll scare the kids” Clint spat.

Already tired of this man, Wanda ripped his arms and legs apart with horrifying ease. 

Dropping his body onto the ground she stared at his body, his chest desperately heaving. 

Natasha walked up to him and saw he was trying to ask for help, unable to as his throat had been sliced.

“You won’t get any help.” Nat said apathetically. “The only person who would have and could have helped you is passed out on the ground because you shot her in the fucking head.”

The red room had trained Natasha to be a ruthless and efficient killer. To assassinate devoid of emotion. But this.. this was personal. Without another word, Natasha shot the guy. Emptied her entire clip into the man. She stared at his lifeless eyes for one more moment before turning around and walking back to the group.

Nobody was surprised. Nobody said anything. Everyone thought the same exact thing. They were the Avengers. While you may be alive, nobody hurts one of their own. Even Captain America, who would have frowned upon the use of excessive force said nothing, merely looking at the dead body with disdain.

Steve walked towards Tony and helped him stand up, since the iron man suit wasn’t functional it was pretty damn heavy. 

Meanwhile, Nat and Wanda walked back to your sleeping form.

Smiling Natasha knelt beside you.

“Sladkaya” she whispered, “it’s time to wake up”

You grumbled “5 more minutes”

“You can sleep on the quinjet, devochka” she cooed.

Your eyes shot open the moment you realised where you were. You turned onto your front and slowly pushed yourself up, in doing so you had shown the back of your sweatshirt. It was in tatter and resulted in showing everyone glimpses of the burns on your back. Wanda’s eyes widened and immediately took off her jacket and draped it over you. You blushed and mumbled a thanks, as you started walking towards the quinjet.

You felt significantly more awake as soon as you and the team entered the quinjet. To your pleasant surprise, the three kids the team had rescued were sleeping peacefully on one of the beds. You sat down on one of the chairs, blushing a little when Wanda and Natasha sat on either of your sides. They hadn’t left your side for a single moment ever since you woke up from your nap after getting shot. Pietro sat opposite you, leaning his head back and closed his eyes.

“FRIDAY set a course for the compound, enable autopilot” Tony called out.

“The compound?” You frowned.

“What about the kids?” You asked, glancing back at them.

“We’re going to take them back to the med bay and have Dr. Cho run a scan to ensure they don’t have any hidden injuries” Steve reassured you.

You scoffed.

“The can’t have any injuries. I would know because I healed them.” You said narrowing your eyes.

“About that..” Steve said as he sat down facing you. 

The rest of the team who were standing all found a place to sit, looking straight at you.

“I saw how you reacted when you healed my leg, and then when you healed Tony. You can feel what you’re healing… Can’t you?” Steve asked gently.

You paled, looking away unable to maintain any kind of eye contact with the man. You felt your girls take your hand and squeeze gently.

“It’s okay, detka. You can tell us” Wanda urged softly

You took a deep breath, figuring there was no point in lying. You began.

“Okay so.. It’s not that I feel what I’m healing exactly. What happens is when someone is injured, I make physical contact with them and transfer a little bit of my soul into them. My soul needs to register exactly what happened in order for my powers to activate. As a result, I experience the entire injury myself, however, my body heals it before it can even show on my body and starts healing the injured part of my soul that’s in the other person’s body. The moment it’s healed, that fragment of my soul returns to my body. The source of my power isn’t in my body but in my soul. That’s why if you draw my blood, or even remove an organ.. it’ll show it as a part of a regular human’s body.”

You let out a breath after you finished. Feeling the weight on your shoulder’s lighten.

Tony cleared his throat.

“So you experience every injury you heal?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“My soul experiences the injury” you corrected.

He frowns.

“How is that different?” He asks.

“So souls actually experience the flow of time very differently. Unlike the mind and body, which have a limited lifespan depending on the species, a soul lasts far as long as it desires to. Once the body dies, the soul moves on to another realm. Basically, my soul doesn’t experience the injury in real time. But rather sped up so that a single instant is stretched out into however long it needs.” You explained, cringing inwardly at the shocked expressions everyone gave you.

“And when you heal our pain and exhaustion..” Steve trailed.

“I’m essentially transferring it to myself” You completed.

“Good god.. That’s…” Sam murmured, unable to find the words.

“Torture. That’s literal torture.” Natasha finished.

You raised your head to look at her and saw tears streaming down her face.

“Why would you do that to yourself” She whispered, gripping your hand tightly.

“Because I have to” you said with a sad smile. “Because if I don’t people die. And if I don’t help them, then I feel like it's on me.”

Steve cleared his throat, unable to hold it in any longer.

“I’m sorry Y/n but knowing what I know now, I can’t in good conscience let you be a part-“

“No” you said firmly. Your heart beating faster at the prospect of not being able to help Wanda and Natasha.. or the rest of the team of course.

Steve frowned, before he could ask you continued.

“You can’t stop me because I won’t ever stop. Even if you kick me out of the team I’ll go around healing people until another government abducts me and tries to turn me into a weapon. Please. Don’t kick me out” You pleaded with him.

He sighed.

“Fine. But how can we make it less painful for you?” He asked.

You wondered for a moment and smiled sheepishly.

“Try not to get hurt?” You suggested.

Pietro, who you thought was asleep, let out a loud laugh.

“You heard her boss. You’re not allowed to get your ass kicked anymore.” Tony said chuckling.

Steve chided him for using indecent language in front of the children. You sighed in relief, grateful that you were allowed to be a part of the team.

You turned to Wanda and grinned.

“Guess I’m staying with you guys for a little longer” You said smugly.

She merely laughed at the thought. Your smile dropped, tilting your head in confusion.

“Oh draga” she said in a sultry tone, “You’re funny if you think we’re ever letting you go.”

Your eyes widened. You weren’t entirely sure why but that sentence caused heat to pool deep in your belly.

“Besides” Nat whispered in your ear, causing a plethora of shivers to run down your spine, “You’re not going anywhere until I get my reward.”

The rest of the trip back to the compound consisted of them teasing you in various ways.

Steve sat beside Tony, still thinking about everything that you had said.

“I can see the steam coming out of your ears, you know” Tony teased.

“It’s just.. the things she goes through on a daily basis.. it’s barbaric” Steve said, frustrated with in inability to help you. 

Despite it being your first mission, you had proven yourself to be an invaluable asset to the team. More than that, you had somehow brought everyone closer together.

“She’s a tough kid, cap. If anyone can do it, she can.” Tony said in admiration.

Steve looked at Tony in surprise, the man absolutely never complimented anyone, much less admire someone.

The quinjet arrived at the compound shortly. Steve and Sam had opted to take the children the med bay, just to ensure there wasn’t any severe psychological damage. The rest of you made your way to the kitchen, Pietro claiming that he could eat a horse. Resulting in you crinkling your nose in disgust.

“Why would you want to ever want to eat a horse?” You asked incredulously.

Natasha laughed and informed you that it was merely an expression, causing you to blush.

The lot of you entered to find Thor standing there, leaning against the wall. Beside him was another man with long black hair wearing an all black suit.

“THOR” you squealed, immediately running towards him only to stop in your tracks when Natasha gripped your hand, her other hand had her gun pointed at the black haired man. You saw Wanda’s eyes glow red and Clint notch an arrow. Tony had run off to his lab to work on his suit. You looked at Pietro who seemed just as confused.

“What’s going on?” You asked them.

“Detka, please stand behind me.” Natasha said, her sight never wavering from the black haired man.

“Please, let me explain” Thor said, taking a step forward.

“This is Loki, my brother” he introduced.

You waved at Loki, who merely looked amused and waved back.

Natasha’s hand gripped your wrist tighter.

Sighing in resignation, Thor began to speak.

“There is a problem among the nine realms. Loki here was impersonating our father. I have suspicion to believe that our father may be injured. That’s where you come in, y/n” he said looking at you, his eyes pleading.

“We require your help healing All-father and bringing peace to the nine realms”

Um.. what the fuck??

X--X--X--X--X

Taglist: @marvelwomen-simp @nothanksbye07 @jono723 @luadyjcmd @alexawynters

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #the white healer #Wandanat smut

[kyoriis]

BUT I LOVE YOUUUU ! ☆

featuring !! — iluna x gn reader.

synopsis !! — when you don't say ily back *gasps*.

format !! — headcanons.

warnings !! — a lil cursing. the use of word " bro ".

kyori's note !! — fist post ayyyy. pog. stan iluna besties <3

REN ZOTTO ! ☆

he just finished streaming, and he was tired asf.

"i love you baby" (◕ᴥ◕)

"mhmm" (￣(ｴ)￣)

he gasps. i just know he's a dramatic mf in private <3.

"baby?"

"..."

"aight no kisses for you" he smirks.

now that's scary but you maintained ur composure cause ur pog.

"babyyyyyyy i love you" insert more whining.

if that doesn't work well, our alien prince will use plan b. tickling.

won't stop until you say ily back LMAO.

laughs proudly when you say it cause he's a cheeky mf. ( pls i love his voice sm bro- )

SCARLE YONAGUNI ! ☆

mommy-

so y'all were cuddling.

"i looooove you" she kisses ur forehead, expecting a response but you just nod.

she literally goes (´⊙ω⊙`)！

"love, is something wrong?" she asks a lil confused.

"y/n?" oh shoot not the name-

idk why but i feel like she'll lowkey try to remember if something upset you because she's such a sweetheart.

she won't talk unless you say something so u finally tell her it was a prank.

will yeet you lovingly off her lap ( ◜‿◝ )♡

scarle yonaguni supremacy indeed.

KYO KANEKO ! ☆

baby boy just yeets himself onto you to tell you how much he loves you.

"god i love you so much mwah" ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"wanna play smash bros?"

are you fr? y/n are you seriously ignoring ur adorable lover? honey no.

"umm uhh sure?" he replies, his voice slightly breaking.

HOW DARE YOU HURT HIM YOU-

literally for the entire three matches you both played he looked more and more sad :(

the guilt that filled you when you looked at his lil pout was enough for you to explain that it was a prank and apologize.

"so umm so like can you say it now?" he chuckles, hugging you.

"i love you too kyo."

don't do that again, or else ಥ_ಥ

MARIA MARIONETTE ! ☆

my precious lil being.

how could you do this to her y/n?

"i love you" she says shyly, hiding her face in her hands.

"mhmm"

she's confused. (・o・)

was this supposed to happen?

that's not what she learnt from google tho-

like my girl literally goes out of the room to ✨research✨ ur reaction.

a true #girlboss indeed.

like your had to chase her down and explain it to her lmfaooo.

"oh" pls i love her sm aaaaa.

please tell her ily again bro.

ASTER ARCADIA ! ☆

pretty boy was always pretty nervous when it came to expressing love.

"i love you y/n" he whispers (◍•ᴗ•◍)

"....."

i feel like he's very sensitive when it comes to this type of stuff.

he gets very worried. immediately apologizes before dashing out of the room.

ur lover is crying cause of ur stupid ass prank y/n. ಠ︵ಠ

"ASTER BABY NOO IT WAS A PRANK" you try to comfort him.

poor baby :(((

stop crying after a lil while.

"i love you too ! i love you so much" you kiss his forehead <3

cuddles to make him happy. NOW.

AIA AMARE ! ☆

she knew what was going on.

queen shit amirite?

"i love you, you lovable idiot." she smiles.

but that sweet smile turns into an amused smirk as soon as she hears no response. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

"babe please, you're too easy to read"

if you still don't budge or pretend to be confused. ( which is epic btw i would just surrender lol )

"no more cuddles" and you know she's deadass about it too.

instant panik.

a prank <<< cuddles from aia amare 😍

so you end up admitting it because who tf would wanna be banned from cuddling with such a beautiful woman?

aia : 1, y/n : 0.

© KYORIIS 2022

#✍🏼 — dua's works !! #iluna #iluna x reader #aia amare #aster arcadia #kyo kaneko #maria marionette #ren zotto #scarle yonaguni #ren zotto x reader #scarle yonaguni x reader #aia amare x reader #aster arcadia x reader #kyo kaneko x reader #maria marionette x reader #vtuber x reader #nijisanji x reader #luxiem #noctyx

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Up to snow good! 🎄 | Christmas Special

Pairing | Husband!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

Word count | 4.5K

Summary | This year, you're spending Christmas at Howard and Maria's house, and it is bound to be a Christmas you'll never forget. From unexpected guests to snowball fights, and from some spicy moments to cuddles with your Munchkins, it'll have everything and more you could (or couldn't) want out of a Christmas at your in-laws.

Rating | Teen (T)

Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ Husband/Wife, use of nicknames ~ Sunshine, Love/My Love, Little One, Munchkins, references to breastfeeding

A/n | I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas this year, and I will celebrate it by gifting you all this gift in the form of Young!Tony and his family. This fic is dedicated to my best friend @ccbsrmsf1! Carol, I want to sincerely thank you for everything you have done in the lead-up to not only this fic, but everything else you do for me and my blog! I love you 3000 ❤️

Events Masterlist | ''You're my one-in-a-lifetime-person | @marvel-smash-bingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist | Part 2

It's the day before Christmas, and outside is a layer of snow that has fallen overnight, transforming the surroundings of your house into a true winter wonderland. The sun shines through the window, casting a golden hue over the entire room, Tony and yourself. He has pulled you against him for much-needed cuddles and soft kisses in the morning, his favorite way to wake up.

"You're beautiful this morning, Sunshine. Even more than usual," Tony whispers between soft kisses peppered over your cheek and jaw, his hand gliding over your waist and hip before softly caressing the big scar on your tummy. It will always be a reminder of one of the scariest yet happiest moments of your life: the emergency c-section that brought your beautiful son Paxton into this world. He also lets his fingers glide over the tattoo on your thigh with all the names of your little family: Tony, Hudson, Orion, and Paxton, surrounded by beautiful flowers. It's one of his favorite pieces that you have on your body, and he can spend hours telling you what he loves about every tattoo that found its home on your skin.

Your hand is threaded in his long locks, gliding through the silky strands as your fingernails rub softly over his scalp, making him feel utterly relaxed. Mornings like these are a godsend, and you are eternally grateful for every morning you wake up next to one another.

"I may be beautiful, but you're my one-in-a-lifetime person, Tony. I'm so grateful to have had the privilege of falling in love with you and building this amazing life with you," you tell him, and you see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Those deep, dark brown eyes always look at you with pure adoration. The eyes that always look at your kids with proudness and a love that goes deeper than any other love you will ever know. The eyes that have you falling in love with him every single day, again and again, day in and day out. You can always get lost in his deep, dark brown eyes.

"I love you so much, Sunshine." "I love you too, My Love," you tell him as you wipe his tears away, followed by a small, lingering kiss on his forehead before he pulls you impossibly closer. His nose buried in your neck as he let out a deep sigh, melting into your embrace.

No words are shared between you for a while, and it's okay. Tony's hand is rubbing circles over your lower back while your fingers are scratching his scalp softly again until it's finally time to get up and get started with the day. Tony wiggles out of your grasp before giving one more kiss and getting up to get your youngest son, Paxton, for his morning breastfeeding.

"I'll be right back, Sunshine; you can just stay in bed for a little longer," he says before he gets up, and since he's only in a pair of boxer briefs, you can't help but look at him in all his glory. Broad shoulders, a small waist, a plump, round butt, and legs for miles. When he turns around, you can see every ridge and muscle of his chest and abdomen and your not-so-secret favorite part, his delicious and prominent bulge in his underwear. You're very thankful he's been attending the gym for an upcoming movie.

"Don't drool too much, Sunshine, or you'll get dehydrated," he says with a wink after he puts on his glasses and runs a hand through his messy hair. He bends over to put on a pair of sweatpants, and after, he walks out of the bedroom, leaving you to squeeze your thighs together for just the slightest bit of friction and relief. You sit up against the headboard to get comfortable and ready for the alone time with your son.

Meanwhile, Tony finds a sleepy but happy Paxton in the other room, who is always excited to see his Dad. Even though Hudson and Orion have a clear preference over who their favorite parent is, Paxton has no preference and will always be equally happy to see you both.

"Good morning, Little One! How did you sleep?" Tony asks with a big smile as his son happily swings his arms at the sight of his Dad. A big smile is on his face when Tony reaches into the crib to get him out for some cuddles.

"Look at you, you're growing up so fast! Before we know it, you will be just as big as your brother and sister," he says as he places some big kisses on Paxton's cheek, making him giggle uncontrollably, which you can hear in the main bedroom.

"Alright, let's take you to Mommy so you can have breakfast; how does that sound? Are you excited for cuddles with Mommy?" and with another happy wiggle, Tony takes him to you, his happy noises carrying through the hall and over to the bedroom, making you smile widely at the sounds.

"Look who's here?! It's Mommy!" Tony says excitedly as he hops Paxton carefully up and down on his hip. As he walks through the door, the smile you have is only growing wider. Paxton is already a morning person; you will never get enough of his antics. His enthusiasm is infectious and never fails to seep into every fiber of your being.

"Hi, Little One! Did you have a good sleep last night? You're such a big boy now that you're sleeping in your room," you tell him as Tony hands him to you, and you hold Paxton close for some cuddles, too. It's your standard routine in the morning: first, some cuddles as you're both waking up, and after about 5-10 minutes, it's time for his breakfast, though sometimes you skip the cuddles if you're very uncomfortable from the night before.

He doesn't always seem to drink as much each time, so it's always a surprise how he will do it, but lately, he has been drinking a lot, and he is growing rapidly as a result. Not just in height, but he's also getting a lot chubbier as time passes.

Paxton has his arms wrapped around your neck as he cuddles you, and Tony gives one last kiss to both of you before getting the twins out of bed and ready for breakfast. Paxton latches on this morning without a problem, and you get to read a bit while he has breakfast. It's some simple quality time, but you will cherish it for as long as it will last because you won't have moments like these for much longer.

"How are my two favorite Munchkins doing this morning?" Tony asks as he swings the door to their shared bedroom open. They're already awake and playing with their stuffed animals together.

"We're good, Daddy; we're playing Doctor with our stuffed animals," Hudson tells him as he rubs some sleep out of his eye. Tony sits down on the bed next to them, and they both crawl onto his lap for their daily session of cuddles in the morning, and he peppers both their heads with a generous amount of kisses.

"Shall we get ready to go to Grampa and Glamma?" After a few minutes, he asks, albeit reluctantly; they pull themselves away from Tony to get themselves dressed, and he lets them do their thing as he is going to get ready, too.

When he walks into the bedroom, you look up at him with a small smile and push your glasses back to the top of your nose as they tend to slide down while reading. Paxton is still having his breakfast when Tony bends over to capture your lips with his, biting your bottom lip playfully before pulling away, leaving you wanting more.

"You shouldn't tease your breastfeeding wife like that, My Love; it's not fair," you say with a slight pout, and Tony chuckles before he kisses it away and walks over to the walk-in closet to find his outfit for the day. He's opting for a simple outfit since you'll spend a lot of time in the car, first to drive to Howard and Maria's house, and after you have dropped off the kids, it will be time to pick up your Mom and her boyfriend, Jackson.

Paxton appears to have impeccable timing today because as soon as Tony is dressed and ready to go, he is done with his breakfast, and you're burping him before he can change his outfit. When that's done, Tony is taking him for his change, and it's time for you to shower and get dressed. You wear a comfy outfit, your hair loose around your shoulders, and your glasses to finish it off.

''Oh wow, look at you this morning! You look gorgeous,'' he says before pulling you in for a kiss, which you happily reciprocate. Not long after, everything is ready to go, and you're on your way to Tony's parents, where you will be staying for the next two weeks. The drive is longer than usual with all the snow outside, but the kids are kept busy in the backseat, and Tony's hand is lying on your thigh as you read some more. You've found a thrilling book and are looking forward to finishing it.

''Alright! Who's ready to see Grampa and Glamma?!'' Tony asks excitedly as he turns into the driveway of their house, and the twins cheer excitedly. Paxton coos in excitement, even though he doesn't know what's happening. You can't help but chuckle at their happiness, and when the house comes into view, you instantly feel like you're coming home. They have taken you in as their daughter from the moment you met them, and you wouldn't have been where you are today without their support. You are nothing short of grateful for it.

''It's nice to get the blood flowing in my legs again! I love to be here, but I honestly wish they lived much closer,'' you tell Tony. Your leg had fallen asleep several times, and no matter what you did, you couldn't prevent it from happening repeatedly. The snow sounds crispy under your boots, and the endorphins flow rapidly, especially when you see the twins run through it before throwing snowballs at one another.

Maria hugs everyone as soon as everyone is inside, but she hugs you a little longer each time. You have spent many nights discussing motherhood and how difficult it can be, especially while your Mom lives in California. Each time she sees you, she hugs you for a few more seconds, gives you an extra reassuring squeeze, or gives you a small to let you know everything will be okay. You love her like you love your own Mom, and even though she will never replace her, you treat her like she very well could be.

''How're you doing, Sweetheart? Especially seeing what happened last year,'' she says, referencing the fact you were about to go into labor around this time but eventually had to have the c-section.

''It's a lot harder than I thought it would be, but Tony is taking excellent care of me, and all three of the Munchkins are keeping me busy too, so I have enough distractions,'' you say with a smile and a chuckle. You love them to bits, but they can sometimes be a handful or two. It's a good thing you have someone like Tony as your husband because he's willing and able to help you whenever and with whatever you need at any given time.

''Are you ready to pick up your Mom and Jackson, Sunshine? The twins are playing hide and seek with Dad, and I just put Paxton down for a nap; he was almost sleeping in the car, so I figured I'd put him down for an extra one today,'' he tells you before standing next to you and pulling you close by your waist. A tender kiss is placed on your temple as you nod, letting him know you're ready to go.

After you let your Mom and Dad know you were pregnant with your little twins, Hudson and Orion, your parents have practically no contact with you. Not that your Mom wanted that, but because your Dad thought it was very stupid of you to be pregnant at such a young age and while you're still in college as well.

You did not know that Tony contacted Virginia to let her know how the pregnancy was progressing. It was about three months before you gave birth that she finally got the courage to leave her husband and start over again. She has always kept in close contact with Tony, and when you were nearing your due date, Virginia flew to New York to be close.

After the divorce, she was alone for nearly five years until she met her new colleague at work, Jackson. They hit it off instantly and were practically inseparable from day one. When they eventually started dating, you were over the moon and couldn't be happier for her.

Today will be the first time everyone will meet Jackson, and even though you've seen him and talked to him on video calls countless times, it's still a big hurdle for you to overcome. He's the complete opposite of your Dad, and even though that does reassure you a lot, you're still nervous, and Tony can pick up on that.

''Everything will be fine, Sunshine. I'm with you the entire time,'' he says as he rubs your thigh with his thumb, effectively calming you down. The drive to the airport is long, but with each mile, you're getting closer, and you're also getting increasingly anxious and nervous.

There's so much Tony wants to do and say, but he knows all he can do is be there by your side. It pains him to see you like this, but you have gone through much worse and come out stronger on the other side, so this won't be any different. When you arrive at the airport, Tony can find a parking spot close to the entrance, and now it's all about playing the waiting game.

''Can we get a pastry and some tea before we head to the pick-up terminal? I'm feeling a little nauseous, so I hope it'll help the feeling go away,'' you ask him, and that's precisely what you do. You have opted for a simple but delicious-looking croissant and your favorite tea while Tony sips some black coffee. You still don't know how he can stomach that stuff, but as long as he likes it, you will let him do his thing.

Between small bites of the pastry and even smaller sips of tea, you're starting to feel a little better, and the color that had previously almost disappeared from your face is slowly returning, the healthy flush on your cheeks making Tony feel better, too. He's always worried about you, but this eases his worry and makes him more relaxed.

''You're doing better already, aren't you?'' he asks between the sips of coffee, and you nod as you start to feel like yourself again. The feeling of a stone in your stomach has lifted, and even though you're still nervous, you're doing much better than before.

Before you know it, it's time to head to the pick-up terminal, and your gaze is fixed tightly on the sliding doors. Tony is standing behind you as he pulls you close to him, his hands resting on your hips while yours are in your pockets to stop you from fidgeting too much. Your eyes are trained on the glass doors, and as soon as you see your Mom, Tony lets you go, and you fling yourself into her arms while sobs leave your chest.

''Oh, Buttercup, everything's okay! We're here, Sweetheart,'' she says, rubbing her hands over your back to calm you down. While you and your Mom are having your moment, Jackson has made his way over to Tony to introduce himself, and the two men are already starting to get to know each other a little.

''Hey, it's so good to meet you. I'm Jackson, Virginia's boyfriend,'' he says with an outstretched hand, which Tony takes in his, and they share a firm handshake as he introduces himself as your husband, and he can't help but let the warm feeling envelop his chest as he talks about himself that way.

Once it's finally time to head back to Howard and Maria's house, you're in the backseat catching up with your Mom, and Jackson has taken the passenger seat next to Tony. They're already talking about everything, nothing like the two have known each other for years.

It didn't take long for the twins to warm up to him, and eventually, they managed to drag him outside and into a snowball fight, which everyone joined except for you. Paxton was just about to have his second feeding of the day, so you opted to sit in a rocking chair in front of the window to oversee everything and still enjoy what was going on.

Tony constantly glanced your way and even shot you a wink, making you melt. Eventually, he came in to check up on you and prepare the soup for dinner.

''How're my beautiful wife and adorable son doing?'' he asks as he's crouching next to you, his thumb rubbing softly over Paxton's head as he looks at both of you with pure adoration.

''We're doing great, and I'm pleased the twins are getting along with Jackson. He's so sweet with them; it's honestly like they're his grandkids,'' you say as you look at how he interacts with them now that they're both hanging on one of his legs. Tony agrees before getting the dinner ready for everyone, and the rest of the evening is spent eating dinner, cuddling on the couch while watching Christmas movies, and drinking hot chocolate.

The following day couldn't arrive quickly enough for your liking because it's officially your son Paxton's first birthday. You and Tony started the morning off in each other's arms and between your thighs while sharing memories of your son and thinking about how they always grow up so fast.

''Are you getting the birthday boy out of bed or-'' but before you could even finish your sentence, you could hear Maria over the baby monitor. You should have known she would be the one to wake him up on his birthday, and you shake your head as a chuckle escapes.

''We should have known,'' you say as you glide out of bed before putting on a pair of panties and one of Tony's shirts. He has worn it recently, so his scent is still heavily embedded into the fabric, and you feel happy as the soft fabric envelops your body. You put on your glasses and go over to his room, too, already hearing his happy babbling on the other side of the hallway.

''Good morning, Birthday Boy!'' you say excitedly as you walk in, and Maria is dancing with him as she softly sings for him. He's laughing and babbling excitedly, and when you walk into the room, you take him from Maria's arms for some much-needed cuddles. You sit down in the big armchair in the corner to be comfortable while you feed him, and that's when Maria is going to finish the cake and prepare breakfast for everyone.

By the time you're finally going downstairs after feeding and changing Paxton before getting changed yourself, everyone is already having breakfast. When you're about to pull back a chair to sit down, Tony pulls you onto his lap instead.

''It may be Paxton's birthday today, but I am going to take extra good care of you today too, Sunshine,'' he says before popping a juicy strawberry in your mouth, and you let yourself happily melt into his embrace. He feeds you your breakfast, and no one even bats an eye at the sight; they're used to both of you being practically conjoined at the hip.

''I love you so much, and thank you for thinking of me as well today,'' you whisper as your head is on his shoulder. He turns his head to brush his lips over your forehead lovingly.

The celebration is, of course, entirely over the top because Maria can never do anything halfway, and when it's time for Paxton to do his cake smash, you can't help but tear up at the sight. There's a number one written on the cake with icing, and that's when you realize your youngest son is finally one year old and growing up far quicker than you'd like him to. A tight feeling in your chest clutches you onto Tony, who pulls you tighter against him.

Before you know it, the cake is smashed, and everyone has a piece of it, which everyone happily gobbles up, though Tony can't resist feeding you. He has always enjoyed caring for you in every way imaginable, and this isn't an exception. He's ensuring that even though today is all about your son, no one forgets the tough time you've gone through.

After this, it's time for more Christmas movies, and Tony has situated himself in one of the corners of the couch so that he can stretch his legs out in front of him, ready for you to sit on his lap to get some cuddles in. His hands are splayed out over your stomach under your shirt, and his thumbs are softly rubbing over the scar. It has always been your biggest insecurity, but you have learned that you don't need to hide it from anyone over time.

''You're magnificent, Sunshine, the scar on your belly doesn't suddenly make that go away,'' is just one of the things Tony tells you daily, and over time, you have started to appreciate his words and the scar adorning your body. It has become just as big a part of your body as every one of your tattoos, and there are many of them.

After a little while of sitting like this, you even fall asleep, which is more than welcome since you had an awful night. You had a terrible nightmare that kept reoccurring every once in a while, and you sat up straight with a scream, and Tony was instantly there to calm you down and ground you.

''Hey, it's okay, Sunshine, nothing will happen to you. I'm here with you,'' he whispers as he grabs your hands, squeezing them reassuringly to show you that it's not real and that he's there with you now. You managed to have a dreamless sleep after that, but you didn't have many more hours of it, so you're glad to be able to take a nap in the safety of your husband's arms.

Once dinner time rolls around, you're already awake, and you have helped Maria out in the kitchen with your Mom, making it a lovely afternoon with the girls while Tony, Howard, and Jackson are having some alone time with all three of the kids. Tony is feeding Paxton a bottle this time while Hudson is playing with Jackson, and Orion is busy teaching Howard a trick she learned at school.

''Is everyone ready for dinner?'' you eventually ask, and everyone almost runs to the table as they're drooling over everything the three of you have made. The entire table is filled with delicious food, from homemade bread to different varieties of meat and salads, but before everyone can start, you want to give a small speech.

''Before we all eat this delicious food, I want to tell you all how thankful I am for all of you. Hudson and Orion, you are the two best twins I could have ever wished for, and you make each day just a little brighter with your happiness. I love you both with all my heart. Paxton, the little birthday boy, you're the light of my life, and I can't believe we've gotten so lucky to have you as our son, though you can stop growing up now!'' you say, and everyone bursts out into laughter at this.

''Mom and Jackson, thank you both for being here for me no matter what. I know it's not easy to live on the other side of the country, but seeing you two find love after everything you have both gone through has me believing in true love and soulmates. I found mine a long time ago, and I want both of you to know how proud and happy I am for you two to find your way to one another finally, and I can't wait to see what your future holds.''

''Now, it's time for the people who took me in like their daughter: Howard and Maria. From the moment I set foot into this house, you have welcomed me with open arms, and there aren't enough words in the universe to express my gratitude. Life may not have been easy for any of us, but I do know that without your love and support, none of us would have been where we are today. So thank you, and I love you both deeply.''

Then it's time for the last person, your husband Tony, the man you love more than anyone in the entire universe.

''My Love, my rock, my dearest husband, I want to start by saying how much I love you. You have shown me what true love is after everything that happened to me, and for that, I cannot thank you enough. You have helped me learn to love myself again and to be proud of myself and what I do. You have helped me to rediscover myself, and I am so happy to have done that with you by my side,'' you say as you start to tear up a little.

''From the moment we first kissed during the spring dance, I knew we were destined for each other, and my god, I'm so glad to have found you. I get to kiss those lips every day and look into those eyes as well. You're the love of my life, my soulmate, you're my lobster!'' you say as you wipe your tears away, and everyone laughs at the FRIENDS reference you just made.

''Thank you for all the beautiful moments we have had together and for being by my side during the not-so-beautiful moments. I couldn't have gotten through them without you, and I love you, Tony. I can't wait to see what the future has in store for us, but I'm willing to find out with you by my side. I love you, and I can't wait to grow old with you,'' you finish and he gets up to capture your lips with his, leaving you breathless.

''I love you so much, Sunshine; thank you for being the best wife, mother, and best friend I could ever wish for,'' Tony says, and after a few more kisses, it is finally time to eat dinner, surrounded by the people you love most.

Christmas has turned into your favorite time of the year, and it's all thanks to the people around you. What you don't know, however, is that your favorite holiday might quickly be replaced by another one that will be unforgettable.

To be continued...

#Christmas #marvelsmashbingo #tony stark #young tony stark #no powers au #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fanfic #tony stark one shot #tony stark imagine #tony stark x female!reader #tony stark x reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark angst #tony stark fluff #tony stark smut #young tony stark fanfiction #young tony stark fanfic #young tony stark one shot #young tony stark imagine #young tony stark x female reader #young tony stark x reader #young tony stark x y/n #young tony stark angst #young tony stark fluff #young tony stark smut

[squish-o-blair]

So I got bored and decided to compile all the lore revealed in the Sonic Twitter Takeovers.

I've highlighted in Green stuff that could be (or is) canon to the games (AKA stuff that's canon, isn't contradicted in canon, or isn't some meta joke), in red is stuff that definitely isn't canon, and the rest you can make your own decision on.

-This is just regular lore but "Ivo" in "Ivo Robotnik" is pronounced "Evo" it's supposed to sound like "evil"

-Eggman is a PC gamer

-Eggman might not be able to swim

-Eggman is in smash he's just super hard to unlock

-Eggman wants to take over the world because "It's Friday" (in other words it's implied that most Sonic games take place or at least START on a Friday.)

-Eggman can't get any bitches

-Eggman works out

-The Sega Saturn is Eggman's favorite Sega console

-Eggman's a fan of old show tunes and lullabies

-There's an Eggman empire lot in North Hollywood

-Eggman has a cat he calls "Biggy Wiggy"

-Eggman is fan of Tokyo Ghoul and Chainsaw Man

-Eggman is Youtuber Cobanermani456's father

-The Egg Pawns have names (one is named Fred)

-Eggman and Sonic hang out sometimes

-Sonic and Eggman are both streamers

-Roger Craig Smith is a fake alias used by Sonic

-Sonic shares a universe with Assassin's Creed and Sonic and Eggman once kidnapped Ezio

-Sonic's a shitty gamer

-Sega is Sonic's agent

-The Sega Genesis is Sonic's favorite Sega console

-Sonic's a fan of Mongolian throat singing

-Sonic is salty about reviewers who continue to bring up Sonic 06

-Sonic's favorite Sonic games are Sonic Boom Rise of Lyric and Sonic Frontiers

-Sonic's favorite movie is Chao in Space (even though he hasn't seen it)

-Tails hacked Eggman's Twitter account (which eggman stole from Sonic) via a "lonley robots in your area" virus

-Tails is a My Hero Academia fan

-Tails is fucking ripped

-Tails is a pro among us gamer

-All their gloves stay clean because of a special polymer that Tails made

-Tails is an Acapella fan

-it took Shadow until the aftermath of Forces to find the damn 4th Chaos emerald

-Shadow only uses Android phones

-Shadow is a Breaking Bad fan

-Shadow has killed a real life person and plans to kill more

-The Dreamcast is Shadow's favorite Sega Console

-Shadow's a fan of classic rock

-Shadow is a fan of anime (specifically Kill La Kill)

-Shadow eats coffee beans raw with a spoon

-Shadow is good friends with Big and Knuckles (more-so than Sonic)

-Shadow hates Capitalism

-Shadow donates his rings to charity

-Shadow shops at a convenience store named "Maria" and feels like if he can support some Maria out there, then he feels like he's making the world a better place

-Shadow has a soft spot for kittens and wants to open a cat orphanage

-Shadow's favorite movie is Chao in Space 3 (which he features in)

-Shadow is a fan of Infinite's theme

-Shadow writes poetry

-Shadow and Maria ordered pizza on the ARK that came from Earth

-Doom's eye is still alive, him and Shadow occasionally go out for dinner

-Shadow is the living embodiment of drip

-Shadow very heterosexually hypes up Knuckles a lot

-Shadow specifically tried to keep Sonic away from him during the final boss of SA2 because he knew Sonic would've fell to Earth too if he tried to rescue him

-Despite all the issues Shadow has with Sonic's methods and morals, he doesn't hate him

-Shadow is a bad cook

-Shadow is (or will be) legally married to @/RealShadowFan01 on Twitter

EDIT: the wedding's off :(

-Shadow is panromatic/pansexual

-Shadow volunteers at soup kitchens

-The Shadow Dark Chao seen in promo art and the IDW comics does in fact belong to Shadow

-Shadow and Amy are both huge Taylor Swift fans

-Amy's favorite Sonic game is Sonic Heroes

-Amy is a Fruits Basket fan

-Amy still visits Little Planet and makes jewelry out of gems found in Quartz Quadrant

-Knuckles collects rocks that look like animals

-Knuckles is a Lizzo fan

-Knuckles, Cream, and Vanilla are big One Punch Man fans

-Chaos Control is activated by literally just holding the emerald and shouting "chaos control" that's it, anyone can do it.

-On the Planet Wisp, Hide and Seek is called "Don't be seen or perish" and whoever gets found is tossed into the volcano on Planet Wisp

-Yaker died once

-They physically can't take their gloves off

-The Sonic OVA is canon

-Mean Beans are living beings

-Grounder is canon

-Metal Sonic is a series of multiple robots and not just one that gets repaired each time (this probably isn't canon anymore)

-Infinite is still alive

-Infinite occasionally sends Eggman gay Sonadow porn

-Charmy runs a thrift store

-The stone tablet in Frontiers translates to sonic version of the Bee Movie script

-Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Shadow, all work in an unknown office somewhere

Things that exist in Sonic Universe (all of these could be red. You decide man idk):

-Twitter

-All forms of Sonic media (including games, comics, and TV shows) (they're retellings of Sonic's stories)

-Summer of Sonic

-Sonic Stadium

-Sega

-Undertale the game (and specifically Sans as a fictional character) and Toby Fox

-Game Grumps (specifically Jontron era)

-Tootsie pops (big day for tootsie pop Sonic fans)

-The Macarena

-Twitch

-Sonic songs (Escape from the City, Live and Learn, E.G.G.M.A.N., Believe in Myself, Infinite, and Vandelize are mentioned by name or referenced.)

-Cobanermani456

-Hulu

-Tyson Hesse

-Super Smash Bros (both as an event AND an in universe video game)

-SiivaGunner and GilvaSunner

-Hyper Potions

-Crush 40

-San Diego

-Apple

-Sega HARDlight

-Breaking Bad

-Sonadow porn

-Spike Chunsoft

-The Danganronpa Games (or at least V3)

-Etika

-North Hollywood

-Kill la Kill

-regular ass cats (not like Blaze, just normal real life cats) (also regular dogs)

-Alpharad

-Jacksepticeye

-Patreon

-Youtube

-Xbox

-Playstation

-Nintendo Switch

-The Completionist

-Gushers

-The "you know I had to do it to em" meme

-Tokyo Ghoul

-My Hero Academia

-Global Giving

-St. Jude

-Extra Life

-Hot Topic

-What does the Fox say

-Tee Lopes

-Tyler Smyth

-Sam's Procastionation Station

-Elsie Fisher

-Barry Kramer

-RubberNinja

-Sonamy fans

-Caddicarus

-Mario

-Among Us

-Colleen O'Shaughnessy

-Youtube

-Fadel Gamescage

-Lizzo

-Taylor Swift

-Elon Musk (implied)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #dr. eggman #eggman #miles tails prower #Knuckles the Echidna #Shadow the hedgehog #Amy Rose #Sonic Lore #Yaker #Wisps #Planet Wisp #Black Doom #Doom's Eye #Cream the Rabbit #Vanilla the Rabbit #Metal Sonic #Charmy Bee #Infinite

[smallearthboundfindings]

Hi folks, I'm back! And I come bearing another theory post. Tonight's episode: Magicant in Mother 3 and why Tanetane island is a manifestation of Lucas's.

It's rather common knowledge that Magicant, both of them, are a manifestation of one's subconcious, with Smash 4 stating "[Magicant is] a magical world in Mother and EarthBound, brought to life by the memories of certain characters." and Mother Encyclopedia stating "You get the feeling you've stumbled into somebody's dream. Going inside another person's slumberland shouldn't be possible, yet this country is like the replicant (the reproduction) of a dream."

However, with the mind, comes one's fears. As Ness's Nightmare and regrets over his previous battles, Buzz Buzz, Porky, and the Flying Men (if they die) appear in Ness's Magicant, likewise, Maria's Magicant contains the Forgotten Man and similar regrets over the Flying Men. Mother Encyclopedia even makes this clear by saying this about the final stretch of the Crystal Caverns: "With strange apparitions flying all about, if there were ever such a thing as the bottom of the world, it would, without a doubt, look like this desolation of immeasurable loneliness. You can't help but think to yourself, is this really how lonely Queen Mary's sorrow is?"

Magicant is known for really showing the mental state of its owners, but this series stable is oddly not present in Mother 3.

Or is it?

It's not really clear if Magicant is a physical location in either case, but it is clear that they have some form of tangibility given how both Ninten and Ness can bring back items from Magicant to the real world. In Ness's case, it is most clearly a mental location as otherwise, he's in Fire Springs. He didn't move in any extreme way between passing out and waking up, so that one is mental, but Maria's is a little more debatable. There seems to be no tunnel between the entrance and exit caves to her Magicant, and yet, Ninten is able to enter one, pass through Magicant, and exit though the other tunnel. Perhaps her Magicant is placed over the otherwise invisible tunnel in some way or it's just some form of teleportation, but it's clear that Magicants can have some interaction to the real world. Cue the theory.

I think Tanetane Island is some manifestation of Lucas's Magicant. Now, not the regular island itself, but the state it's in under the mushrooms' effect is, in essence, Lucas's Magicant leaking out into the real world. With his mind in an altered state, he doesn't control certain cognitive abilities, and with this, it just may include his ability to confine his Magicant. Let's go over the points: does the altered Tanetane reflect on Lucas's mental state? Absolutely. It is rife with his fears and some of his team's fears. (Side note: this may be some kind of telepathy gone wrong where this might even be everyone's minds contributing a little.) On top of that, altered Tanetane is bizarrely colored as the previous two Magicants were with surreal elements, similarly to a dream. The island may be real, but it's modifications are not. This, I believe, is Lucas's (and possibly Duster or Kumatora's) Magicant. It would certainly bring things full circle.

#not a finding #mother series #mother 3 #lucas mother 3 #fan theory #magicant #tanetane island #long post #can you tell i like magicant lore

[imtryingmybeskar]

Come Home Chapter Twenty Four

Joel Miller x F! Reader

Word count: 4,219

The aftermath of the dam attack.

Warnings for blood, death, violence...and without giving too much away, one very happy Joel.

Come Home

Chapter Twenty Four - Blows Me Away

For a moment you and Joel look at each other in shock, then overwhelming relief melts into his features and he scoots over to you quickly on his knees, embracing you in a one armed bear hug. You wrap your heavy, pain laden arms around him too and squeeze him tight, relief coursing through you until he twitches away from you, hissing in pain.

“What’s wrong?” you ask urgently, pulling back from him.

“Nothin’ that can’t wait,” he replies, his voice pinched and tight. “Fuck…I didn’t realise it was you…Christ, lemmie look at you.” His eyes are soft with concern, his fingers gentle as they tilt your head back and run gently over your definitely bruised neck. “Are you okay?” he asks shakily.

“Bit dazed. I will be though,” you answer shortly, and he nods, trusting that you would tell him if anything was seriously wrong.

He stands and helps you slowly to your feet. Your vision is still a little blurry and you cling on to him as you stand, dizziness coursing through you. In the distance, you hear the rumble of thunder and the room seems to grow even darker before your eyes, the storm that has been brewing all day making its final approach.

“We gotta get back to Maria,” you say in a low voice. “She was in the control room when I left her.” He nods.

“Who else is with you?”

“Three at the gate with the horses. Twelve inside working our way through. No Maydays over the radio so they’re probably okay. Maria told me to break off to take care of this one before he could see that we killed a couple more of them. How many are there?”

“Too many,” Joel growls, frowning his displeasure. “They got what’s left of us holed up in the supervisor’s office. Tommy told ‘em he’s got explosives in there, rigged the place to blow if they try to get in. He doesn’t but it bought us some time. I managed to climb out of a window, tried to take ‘em out sneakily. Got a few but I don’t know how many are left. We gotta get our people outta that room. You okay to keep goin’?” You nod, though your throat feels raw and achey and you’re still a little spaced out from your ordeal. “C’mon, then,” he says, firmly but not unkindly as he takes your hand.

You make your way back upstairs, through the control room and take up your previous hiding place that has now been vacated by Maria and the others. You risk a look around the pallets that disguise you, briefly catching sight of a group of seven raiders in various states of bored lounging outside a heavy looking door. You also catch sight of a flash of familiar blonde hair – Maria has advanced on them again and this time her gun is drawn. You see her sign toward someone out of your line of sight and the message is clear – take them out. Clearly, she is of the same mind as Joel and wants to release your people from where they have been pinned down. You withdraw back behind your protection and take your gun out too, giving Joel a meaningful look as you do. He draws his own weapon – a wicked looking pistol with a scope mounted on top, and his expression is all business as he nods firmly at you.

The first shot rings echoingly through the large room and is swiftly followed by a volley of additional gunfire. Keeping the pallet covering as much of you as you can, you raise your head above the parapet and take aim, shooting one of the men through his shoulder. Bloodspray fans over the concrete wall behind him as he drops his weapon and a second bullet that did you did not fire drops him permanently as it passes through his skull. You duck back behind your cover as a bullet whizzes over your head, smashing through the glass of the control room behind you. Angry and confused bellowing almost drowns out the sound of the gunshots, and you move to aim again to take advantage of their confusion.

“Scatter,” comes the screaming command from their leader below, and the remaining four that you can see do just that, scrambling away from the door they have been protecting and hiding themselves out of sight somewhere under your feet. Your bullet misses, hurtling through the air to plant itself harmlessly somewhere in the wall. If the raiders are moving, you need to too before they stumble upon you, so you grab Joel's arm and tug at him to follow you, hurriedly moving along the exposed parts of the gantry before you can be discovered.

“Am I glad to see you,” Maria whispers fervently as you join her. “Is Tommy-“

“He’s fine,” Joel assures her. “And now those assholes have left that door unprotected I’d say its about time to let our people outta there to take care of 'em.”

For all the initial element of surprise that the invaders had, the battle is short lived. Maria takes out another of their number when you move down to the lower level of the engine room and despite their attempts to snipe at you from behind the turbines, once you release your people from their confinement it’s close to being all over. Tommy’s face is as coldly furious as you have ever seen it as he steps through the door. He claps Joel on the shoulder in thanks and drags Maria into what looks like a bone-crushing hug before moving away with her through the dam, the sound of rapid gunfire following shortly afterward.

As Joel moves to follow them you stop him, grabbing his wrist so he turns to face you instead. The fact that you’re feeling more yourself after your near-death experience in combination with the adrenaline rushing through your body means that your head is much clearer than it was twenty minutes ago. And you have finally noticed the large, red, shiny stain on the sleeve of Joel’s shirt. In the brief breath of space you have in this moment, you need to make sure he’s not seriously injured.

“One sec. You sure you’re okay? That’s a lot of blood.”

“I’m okay. I promise. Nothin’ a bandage won’t fix.”

“Looks like more than a bandage job,” you say dubiously. “Might-“

The shot rings out almost at the exact same moment that you feel yourself savagely shoved aside. A searing, painful heat erupts along your ribs as a second, louder bang comes from alongside you. The wall stops you from falling to the ground as you as you stagger against it, still on your feet but with your knees trembling and your ears ringing madly. A hand on your arm and Joel’s anxious face appears in your line of vision. His mouth is moving but the noise in your ears is still too loud for you to hear him. His hands come to cup your face, his eyes searching yours for something you can’t quite understand. Slowly, so slowly, his voice percolates through.

“-heart, please. Tell me you’re okay.”

“Yeah…yeah. Just…loud.” You feel dazed again and realise you’re not making much sense. Joel’s hands leave your face to come to your side and you bite back a whimper as his palms rub over something which feels raw and tender.

“S’okay,” he says smoothly, and you recognise the tone he uses to calm the horses when they’re skittish. “You’re okay. Bullet grazed you. We’ll get you fixed up.”

“Fix you first,” you counter and he gives a tiny half smile, the first you’ve seen from him since the previous evening.

“We’ll patch each other up,” he promises, “but first we gotta get to the others. C’mon, lemmie help you.” He links your arm through his uninjured one and ensures you’re steady on your feet before walking through the engine room, following the trail of bodies left in the wake of the residents of Jackson.

By the time you reach the sleeping area it appears to already be all over. Dozens of people are standing in the space, their chattering voices raised excitedly over the heavy rain that is now lashing the windows. Tommy is in the midst of it all looking slightly harassed and when he spots Joel he comes over to hug him before releasing him swiftly upon hearing Joel’s noise of pain, much as you had.

“Come on,” he says decisively. “We got medical supplies back here. No one’s too badly hurt thank goodness, but the doc’s still gonna have her hands full when we get back.”

“We got ‘em all?” Joel asks, his voice sounding a little breathless.

“Damn fuckin’ right,” Tommy growls, his eyes flashing menacingly. “And we’ll make sure no one’ll fuckin’ dare try to pull this shit again.”

At his confirmation that the dam was indeed secure once more, Joel sags more heavily against you and you suddenly realise just how badly in pain he must be. You reach the triage area where people are being cleaned, bandaged and generally cared for, and deposit Joel gently on to a chair before fetching some supplies of your own to help him. He tries to faintly protest, vaguely muttering something about taking care of you first, but falls silent again at the stern look you give him.

“Can I say hello to you now?” he asks after a moment of watching you unwrap gauze and bandages, his voice hoarse with pain. Those big brown eyes are looking up at you and how can you ever resist? You lean down to brush your nose over his and place a tender, gentle kiss on his lips.

“Properly once I’ve patched you up,” you say gently, trying very hard not to let him hear how worried you are. You’re not sure if it works because he begins to undo his shirt without another word. The upper sleeve is slashed wide open, revealing his ripped t shirt underneath, and a large bloodstain covers most of the fabric from shoulder to elbow. He peels it away from his skin with a pained grunt and a horrible sticky sound and now you can see the large, jagged gash that runs the length of his tricep. It’s a nasty wound, but not life threatening and you feel the anxiety in your stomach begin to recede again.

“So…what happened, Miller? One of them cut you? Stray bullet?”

Joel looks sheepish. “Actually it was glass from a broken window. I had to dive in to a room in a hurry before one of ‘em could see me.”

“Hurts just the same,” you say matter of factly as you unpack the medkit. “And this is gonna be a bitch too. Sorry.”

“You do what you gotta do. But don’t forget, I’m returnin’ the favour in a minute.”

“I’ll try to be gentle,” you smile.

You quickly but thoroughly wash the wound out with iodine. Joel grunts and grimaces, his teeth bared, but he doesn’t make any kind of fuss. Once you’re done you cover the worst part of the gash with gauze and finally you wrap it up in clean bandages.

“That’ll do till the doc can see you. I think you might need stitches.”

“Lucky me,” he mutters sarcastically as he stands and guides you gently to sit where he has just vacated. “Let’s hope you don’t. Come on, let’s get that shirt off.” He gives you a muted half smile along with his flirting, but you can see the worry in his eyes.

The graze is just that, and you thank the heavens that Joel had spotted your assailant and pushed you out of the path of certain death. It still hurts, more so when he too cleans it out, but you manage to keep your discomfort to some vague grunting noises as he works on you with gentle, deft hands.

“Some first trip back out, huh?” he smiles up at you, his big dark eyes now full of relief now that he too knew you weren’t in any danger.

“Could have gone better,” you agree, absent-mindedly touching over your bruised and sore neck. “But could have gone a hell of a lot worse.”

“True,” he murmurs, leaning forward to capture your lips in a gentle, tender kiss. “I’m just glad you’re here with me.”

Unsurprisingly, Maria decides it would be best to leave additional bodies at the dam for the foreseeable future, and she isn’t short of volunteers. Though the immediate threat has been vanquished and there is a celebratory mood in the air, it is underpinned by a grim determination to not be caught short again, to bear in mind how precious and precarious all that Jackson is. You choose to remain, and are surprised when Joel volunteers too, having been certain he would want to get back to Ellie.

“Are you sure, Joel? You should get that arm seen to-“ you begin, but he cuts through you.

“I’m stayin’,” he says firmly. “The doc can look me over tomorrow. Jus’ check in with Ellie for me will ya?” he requests of Tommy, who nods his acceptance of the task.

While Joel showers you take a patrol with Chloe, who has opted to stay in order to check out the electrics and make sure that no unseen sabotage had occurred during the attack. She gives you a basic crash course in how everything works, her enthusiasm for her profession clear in how eagerly she talks about the subject and not dampened even a little by the pattering rain and thunder that punctuate her explanations. Thankfully, the dam is pretty intact, aside from some damage to doors and windows. While she assists to get everything back online, you help to drag the bodies of the interlopers to a relatively dry and sheltered spot outside of its walls where they are doused with oil and burned to nothing but ash and bone. Afterward you feel even more grimy and sweaty than before and decide that you could do with a shower as well.

When you return to the sleeping quarters Joel is lying on one of the bunks, his fists bunched on his chest, fast asleep and snoring softly. You look down at him for a while, his skin looking more tanned than usual in the stormy evening’s half light, some of his worry lines smoothed away in his relaxed state, his hair once more damp and slicked away from his face. You want to kiss him, stroke his face but you know he can’t have got much, if any, sleep last night and must be exhausted. Instead you take a blessedly lukewarm shower, allowing the tepid water to cool your overheated body and rinsing the grime and sweat and blood from you. As you allow the water to cascade over your skin, you utter words of silent gratitude in your mind. For Joel’s safety. For Jackson. For the continued presence of the dam and those who would protect it. Your mind turns to Chris and you have an odd sense of sad gratitude there too – that her loss enabled you to have all of this, and the tears of relief and sorrow you shed mix with the shower water and flow away.

The bunk next to the one Joel is occupying is vacant, and you begin to prepare it for your own rest. You don’t want to wake him, so you’re as quiet as you can be, but he stirs anyway as you shuffle the bedding and pillows around, cracking one eye open and humming sleepily.

“C’mere,” he husks, his voice low and sleep laden.

“You need rest,” you say softly as you go to him and stroke your hand softly over the greying scruff at his cheek.

“Sleep better with you. C’mere,” he insists again, and when you hesitate for a second longer he takes you by the wrist and drags you in to the tiny space, shuffling backward so his back is against the wall to give you more room in the bed.

You settle in, facing him and he laces his fingers with yours as he rests his hand on your leg. All you can see of him is the darkness of his facial hair standing stark against the relative paleness of his face, and his eyes glittering in the dim light.

“Thought I’d lost you,” he murmurs. “Didn’t even realise it was you at first, only that he wasn’t one of ours. Then when I saw your face…”

He trails off and you move your face closer to his to kiss his nose gently, the warmth of your bodies mingling now in the cool, damp night air.

“Thank you,” you say gratefully. “I didn’t have a chance to say it before.”

“I just wish I’d gotten there sooner,” he replies, his hand now coming to trace over the bruises on your neck again. “I should-“

You cut him off with another kiss. Bruises and cuts would heal. All that mattered was that you were here together, alive and uninfected.

“You should rest,” you repeat softly when you draw back from him again.

“Probably. But havin’ you here after what happened…I just wanna keep talkin’, you know?”

You understood. To have him back when it was entirely possible you could have lost him. You’d forgotten that feeling. You’d been away from the outside too long, even though it had only been a few months. And it was worse now. Far worse that you had something, someone to lose. But now wasn’t the time to talk about that. It was time for him to sleep so that you could ride out as early as possible to Jackson and get him to Doctor Graham. It seemed he was going to be stubborn about it, however. A wicked thought strikes you and you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.

“What?” he asks suspiciously. “I know that look. You’re up to somethin’.”

“Damn right,” you confirm as you reach up to pull the privacy sheet down over the side of the bunk. “If you won’t sleep, I’m gonna have to make you.”

The sheet has made everything in the tiny space pitch black now and the air suddenly seems a little more stifling. You disentangle your hand from his and stroke your fingers upward until you find the whiskery hair at his cheek again.

“Lie on your back,” you murmur before kissing him tenderly.

“What-“

“Just do it.”

He does, shuffling in an ungainly way until he is supine. You kiss him again before running your hand down his body, this time more firmly and with intent. When you reach his jeans you flip the button open and lower his fly quickly.

“Naughty,” he admonishes softly in the dark, his tone in no way actually disapproving of what you were doing.

“You want me to stop?”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he replies and you can hear the smile on his face.

“Good,” you say smoothly before beginning to shuffle yourself down in the bed. Your positioning is not elegant – the tiny space doesn’t allow for much manoeuvring and the graze at your side throbs in protest at your movements – but you manage to wriggle down so you’re kneeling between his legs, your hands wandering up from his thighs to torso, an unseen smirk on your face at the prospect of what you’re about to do.

His t shirt is rucked up, fabric turning to skin just above his belly and you kiss the warmth expanse of flesh on show, feeling the softness of the hair there slowly turn coarser the lower you go. He smells amazing – the harsh chemical tang of the soap he had used softened by his own beautifully warm and masculine scent. You trail your hand down, stroking softly over the growing shape in his boxer briefs, and when you drag your lips down over the fabric he hisses softly in the darkness. You cup him, softly massaging while kissing his clothed cock from root to tip, a few drops of precum making a wet patch that you give a dainty lick to before you begin to free him.

“Wait-“ he whispers urgently.

“Hmmm?”

“You…I mean you’re gonna…”

“If you’ll let me.”

“But there’s…people. Around.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quiet, Miller.”

“Fuck” he hisses softly and you feel his hand stroke over your hair. “You sure?”

“Are you?” His cock is finally free and you kiss his tip, the warm stickiness already coating him smearing over your lips, and the stuttering breath he releases tells you all you need to know. You trail down the underside, barely touching him with your lips, Your breath is hot against his skin and you flatten your tongue to lick a wide strip from root to tip, feeling more than hearing his shuddering exhalation as you run it up the prominent vein there. You’d felt him in your hand before, but he seems so much bigger now as you take him in hand and swirl your tongue strongly over his head, savouring the sticky warmth that coats him.

“Been…a long…time,” he breathes raggedly. “I don’t know if I’ll-“

His words abruptly turn to a muted gasp as you slide your mouth down over his length, slowly bobbing lower and lower, testing how far you could take him. It had been a long time for you too and you hope you can make him feel as good as you wanted to. Give him a moment of bliss and relaxation, make his worries ebb away in the pleasure. His head reaches the back of your throat and you force yourself to still, to accept and to swallow around him. His breath comes like it’s been punched out of him, but his hands are still gentle as they stroke softly over your shoulders. You feel his thighs tremble beneath you, can feel the effort it’s taking for him not to buck up to seek more of the warm, wet heat of your mouth. As you begin to pull off him you hollow your cheeks, sucking firmly as you move back to his tip to lap there a little more.

“Good?” you murmur as you plant soft kisses upon him.

“F-fuck,” he breathes. “So good, sweetheart.”

Encouraged by his praise you begin to take him in your mouth again. He is thickening more already, and your hand pumps what you cannot easily take. You don’t know if it’s your own technique, that it’s been a long time for him, or the fact that he’s enjoying the prospect of doing this when there are other people so close, but he’s already starting to lose some of his self-control. His hands are gripping your shoulders a little more tightly and you gaze up at him in the darkness, not able to see much except the hollows of his eyes as they look upon you and of his mouth where it has fallen open.

You slide your unoccupied hand up his torso, brushing your fingers across the soft hair at his belly and his soft skin, now covered by a sheen of perspiration. As you run your nails down he releases a quiet moan and then covers your hand with his, pressing you more firmly against him. You take the hint and rake your nails more insistently and his hips begin to move, setting his desired rhythm that you fall into as you swallow him more deeply. He’s close - his cock swelling in your hand and mouth, his breath now with an edge of dampened moans as he attempts to keep himself quiet, and suddenly all softness is gone as he moves more forcefully, fucking himself into your fist and throat as he pulsates into you. Bitten off curses and half whispers of your name accompany the salty tang of his release as it coats your tongue, and you swallow the beautiful warmth of him down as his body slowly relaxes under you. You hear his head thump back against the pillow above you and take the time to gently suck his softening length, cleaning him of every last drop before kissing your way up his belly again and coming to rest with your head on his chest, his heart pounding wildly against your ear.

“Christ,” he mutters as he kisses the top of your head. “Fuck.”

“You sleepy enough to actually get some rest now?” you tease, your wide smile very evident in your voice.

“Mmmmm,” he rumbles, relaxing further back into the thin mattress and wrapping his arms around you. “I really am.”

“Then rest, Joel,” you whisper tenderly, sliding your hand under his t-shirt to feel his bare skin against yours.

“So good t’me,” he mumbles, his voice slack with impending sleep. “Luh you.”

Your eyes had been closing too, your body overwhelmed by the departure of so much adrenaline from the events of the day and the warm strength and comforting scent of Joel all around you, but at that they shoot open and your body stiffens.

“What did you say?” you whisper into the dark, but your only reply is a soft snoring.

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[ynscrazylife]

Happy Birthday | nat imagine

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Natasha, happy birthday to you!” You and the rest of your friends sang as you carried Natasha’s cake out into the living room, setting it down on the table in front of her. Natasha was wearing a huge grin, sitting next to Clint and wearing her prettiest dress for her birthday celebration.

“Make a wish,” Maria gently reminded.

Natasha looked around at everyone whom she adored: the Avengers, Laura, Fury, Coulson, Maria, Alexei, Melina, and Yelena and finally—you. Her gaze lingered on yours, the candlelight dancing in her eyes.

You nodded eagerly, so Natasha dipped her head down and closed her eyes. When her wish was made, she blew out her candles, catching them all in one fell swoop. Everyone cheered and Clint wrapped his arms around her.

“Are you 1? Are you 2? Are you—” Tony began to chant.

“We don’t have to do that,” Natasha cut him off, chasing laughter to ripple around the room.

You dashed around the table to regain your seat beside the love of her life. She gladly turned towards you and allowed you to smash your lips against hers, capturing her in a strong and passionate kiss. The others cheered you on, although Yelena cried: “Ew!”

You two broke apart giggling. You leaned your forehead against hers, cupping her face in your hand. “It’s your birthday,” you said, almost more excited than Natasha was about the day.

“I know,” she said, grinning, and kissing your forehead before leaning back in her seat. She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, pulling you against her, and you threw your arm over her stomach, nuzzling your head against her neck.

“Okay, snuggle bugs, can we do presents now?” Wanda asked, teasingly.

Natasha rolled her eyes and nodded whilst you stuck your tongue out at Wanda.

Yelena practically leapt to grab her present, while Steve followed close behind. “Hey! We should do my present first. I’m her best friend,” Clint argued, going to stand up.

“What about me? I’m her partner,” you said, copying his action.

“I’m her sister!” Yelena yelled.

“Blah blah blah. My present is gonna be the best,” Tony chimed in.

Natasha just smiled as she watched the people she love fight over who got to give her their present first. Coulson told her to stop it, but Nat was enjoying the show.

(When it looked like Steve was going to win — he was the strongest, after-all — you jumped on his back. In the end, you got to Natasha first, smugly giving her your present while the rest moped)

“Happy birthday, Nat!” You squealed.

“Happy birthday, Nat,” you said softly, your voice cracking as you gazed at the small cupcake with one candle on it.

You had gotten multiple calls today — from Maria, Tony, Steve, Wanda, Clint, and even Yelena. Tony had suggested you come over to the tower and Clint said he was making dinner at the farm, but you declined, opting to stay in your apartment.

Once upon a time, you had shared it with Natasha. Her things were still there. You had tried once to pack them up — you broke down crying before you got the first box filled. The only light on was from the candle, as you sat on the couch by yourself.

Looking out the window, you said: “I got you a present.” It was perfectly wrapped, sitting on the table next to you. An expensive necklace was inside. It had cost a lot. You weren’t really sure why you had bought it, but it just felt right. You hadn’t ever once not gotten her a present on her birthday. You wouldn’t stop now that she was—

Squeezing your eyes shut, you made a wish, and blew out the candle.

The wish? That someday Natasha might come back to you. It was wishful thinking. Some might call it stupid. But it was grief and honestly, you didn’t care at this point. You just wanted her.

“I’ll always celebrate your birthday,” you vowed, before setting the cupcake down.

Eventually, you fell asleep on the couch, a thin blanket thrown over you and tear stains running down your cheeks.

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[leonisdumbasallhell]

Another DI request for u loll can you pleeeease fix the fight scene between Leon and Maria, it's so underwhelming in terms of damage. I totally believed it would be a step up from Vendetta in many ways like!! Claire is finally there!! This ask is getting away from me!!!!

Anyway. The part where she smashes his face into the pillar or the railing or whatever specifically, i'm never going to shut up about that T_T could u make it crunchier like make it pop💥

Crunchy enough? :3

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #gore #resident evil death island spoilers #death island spoilers #i spent so much time trying to find the specific frame where his face hits the fuckin railing #it actually happens twice lmao

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

SONAMY ongoing evolution

I've been playing Sonic frontiers and I watched Sonic prime and I read the IDW comics... Omg where's do I start???

Sonic frontiers is just a work of art in general, but the sonamy inside is just beautifully portrayed, I can say that Ian Flynn totally ships them 😌😌. I'm just so utterly happy how things had changed even if it took so many years

Sonic changed a lot his perception of Amy! 🥲🥲🥲 Also the detail of the umbrella line, remember that sonic was created in Japan, say fellow anime fans what does usually means when two characters share an umbrella? What does it mean when students in Japan draw an umbrella in the blackboard with two names written under it? It is clear that Ian Flynn totally knows the meaning and the MUSIC! Seriously those scenarios with Amy and that music felt like it came right out of a shojo anime😖😖😖💗💗

But also the feels... THE FUCKING FEELS!! The way Amy is kind of too calm with her situation but Sonic is just so worried and you could tell how worried he was even if he tried to play it cool... His expressions girl... Look at him with his cute ears dropped 🥲🥲🥲 Guys this game fed us good stuff... We shippers finally got what we had always wanted.

Next topic: Sonic Prime.

So I'm a bit conflicted, cause i only liked one of Amy's different designs and that was Thorn Rose, I'm obsessed with her hair but dude Rusty Rose? That could have been better... Also why Rusty Rose and not Metal Rose? Cyborg Rose? Badnik Rose? Mecha Rose? Robot Rose? Rusty sounds a bit degrading... It is because she was made like that by the Egg council? Pff also her robot appearance is just so ugly! What with that eye? But I love the dark concept and I love her SASS 🤣🤣🤣🤣Anyway my problem with Rusty Amy and Sonic is that it feels like the situation is not treated nearly as serious as Nine situation and boy ok you are a hurt loner with bully victim issues but Amy is basically dead, like there's no flesh or organs in her, she literally has a Birdy as a source of life and what is the outcome of that? Is there another outcome different from Gamma's fate in sonic adventure? Because the second Amy gets back her emotions she will want to release the bird... But more importantly... I can't wait to see Shadow react to her... This is the girl that reminded him of Maria, i really shouldn't but I really have high expectations for what kind of interaction will they have, we really need to see Shadow and Amy interact more let's be honest. As for the other Roses, there's no much to say about Black Rose but with Thorn we got good stuff too:

But I have to say one thing... Ok I know Amy is a strong power character but... It's a bit ridiculous that she could fight off characters like Rouge and Knuckles THAT EASY is just...🙃🙃🙃 Well i loved the part when he tries to reason with her all like: you liked me... A bit? Remember? And she is just so irritated and done with him already 🤣🤣🤣 but then... We also got this:

Actually touch her cheek you COWARD!!😤😤 Also when he was about to smash her and but stopped because he has a flashback of his Amy 😭😭😭, it's curious that Thorn Rose seems to be more impactful in Sonic than Rusty Rose which is ok but is odd plot speaking, after all Rusty is the one in the worst condition and is the one hunting him down, I'll just wait for next season and see what happens

And last but not the least I Shall say something about THIS!!

This illustration hit me right in the kokoro, date with hands holding and Sakura petals... is pure shojo manga energy!! I'm so blessed 😭😭💗💗

And of course the important reminder that Amy is a POWER CHARACTER and that's why she and knuckles make a good POWER SIBLINGS team as I stated in their own post about them... And dear Silver fucking gave her a COLOSSAL hammer 😂😂😂do not mess with the pink hedgehog buddy, and of course Sonic knows exactly how awesome she is as it should be, seriously she is really getting better and better, i really hope we'll see her in the next movie

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic idw #amy rose #sonamy #sonic prime #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic frontiers

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

To Have and To Hold (Falk Maria Schlegel x Fem! Reader) - Part I

Well Hello! So, uh, this happened during my hiatus. I decided before jumping back into, well, everything, that I should probably get my toes wet writing for one of my beautiful men. This is going to be a multi part fic but I decided to not make it a whole series, since I don't think it's going to be too too long. But, apologies for my absence to all the Powerwolf girlies, I should be back for good this time. I hope you enjoy, I'd love to know what you think so feel free to drop a comment!

WARNINGS: None

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

Part II

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You set the steaming mug of coffee down on your desk, humming softly to yourself as you sorted through the pile of mail that had been delivered when making your daily morning drink run. You tucked the few envelopes under your arm, snatching up the mug with a sigh. You pushed into the room without thinking, your eyes trained on the cup in your hand to try and ensure that you didn't spill any of the contents. Your mouth fell open to speak as your eyes trailed upwards. The words dying in your throat, your jaw snapping shut as you realized that Roel was not alone in his office. “I am so sorry, I didn’t see a meeting on the schedule.” You felt warmth settle behind your cheeks as you met Falk’s warm brown eyes. “Father Falk, good morning.” You give him a soft smile that he returns with his own lopsided grin.

“Good morning to you too, Maus.” The sight of the amused smirk on Roel 's lips made you want to scream, you were sure you were going to get an earful about your flustered state after Falk had left. But, for now at least, you were too focused on the way his voice was still slightly gravelly and thick with sleep as he greeted you.

“You weren't interrupting anything, don't worry.” Roel finally decided to speak up, deciding he had let you simmer in your embarrassment long enough. “Falk just swung by for a visit before Mass.”

“Will you be attending Mass this morning, schwester?” Hearing him speak even a single word in his native tongue sent a shiver down your spine, his voice growing slightly deeper at the language shift.

“Of course, I wouldn't miss one of your sermons for anything Father.” Roel snorts out a laugh, trying to cover it up by turning it into a cough. Falk either didn't notice or decided that it wasn't worth the trouble to acknowledge.

“Well, I always look forward to seeing that pretty face of yours in the front pew.” You sucked in a sharp breath at his words, managing to knock over Roel’s mug of coffee, sending it smashing to the floor. Your eyes widen before they snap up to Falk before immediately turning to Roel.

“I'm going to get something to clean that up.” You rush from the room, slamming the door shut behind you. You buried your face in your hands, stomping your foot against the floor a few times to quell the need to thrash around after making yourself look like a fool. You groan as you start down the hallways, hopefully by the time you get back Falk would have left for Mass so you wouldn't have to be face to face with him after that.

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“You’re going to give that poor girl a heart attack one of these days.” Roel chuckles.

“You're the one who encouraged me to flirt with her in the first place!” Falk exclaims in response, dragging a hand down his face. “Now look at what happened, she’s embarrassed, she’s probably going to do everything in her power just to avoid me after that.”

“If I remember right that's not something that wouldn't have stopped you befo-”

“This is different.” He snaps, cutting Roel off. He immediately raises his hand in defeat, knowing it was better to not try and poke at Falk’s temper.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to strike a nerve.” He leans back in his chair, eyes raking over his friend’s disheveled state. “You were up thinking about her again weren't you?”

Falk just shoots him a look. Of course he was, and Roel knew that was a stupid question to ask. It started off as something simple; glances that lasted a little too long, accidentally brushing his hand against hers. But, Falk’s little crush on his friend's assistant quickly grew into something much more than that. You eventually started coming around to see him, even outside of the errands you had to run for Roel. Your short conversations gradually became longer, you would go to see him to borrow books, he would invite you to his study for afternoon tea. “It’s wasteful to make a whole pot for myself, it'll get cold before I finish it.” He would always argue. “You know… I'm not a young man anymore Roel. It's foolish of me to even entertain the idea of courting her.”

“It doesn't seem to change the fact that she’s interested.” Falk struggled not to roll his eyes in response.

“Coming from you, I don't know how true that statement is.” He quips in response, causing Roel to chuckle.

“Listen, all I'm saying is it wouldn't hurt to try.” Roel states your name with a particular fondness as he tries to find the words to describe you to his fellow high clergy member, in his years of working with you he not only found an incredible assistant but also a friend. “She’s… a bit difficult to read, sometimes, I won't lie.” He chuckles. “But, I can tell. The way she looks at you, the way she straightens up and almost glows whenever you're in a room, my friend, that's the closest thing to being in love with another person I've ever seen.” He explains. Roel sighs, leaning back in his chair as he studies Falk’s somewhat disheveled state, it was obvious this was eating away at him. 

Falk was reaching the age and the point in his career where he was being expected to settle down. With his title, however, things worked a bit differently than your standard marriage. Falk being a high clergy member meant that there were specific traditions and rituals that were passed down throughout his family that he was expected to partake in. “Okay, hypothetically, let’s say her feelings are mutual. Is all of this something I could really ask of her?”

“Well, unfortunately my friend, that's a question only the two of you can answer.” The two men perk up at the sound of you chittering to one of your fellow Siblings in the hallway as you make your way back towards the office. “You seem to be pretty confident that she’s you Seelenbindung.” He continues quickly, in a hushed tone. Both of them listen cautiously for the click of the doorknob signaling your entrance.

“Listen, I know it sounds crazy, I know the whole soul tie concept is nothing more than an old wives tale-”

Roel cuts him off, jutting himself closer to the other man, “old wives tale or not, all of us can tell that there’s been something different about you. You're more irritable, high strung… all of that until she’s by your side.” The pair fell silent as you made your way back into the room.

“I should be heading out to prepare for Mass.” Falk pipes up cheerfully, but despite his pleasant demeanor you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Falk stands, nodding his goodbye to Roel before starting to walk out. He pauses as he reaches you, his eyes scanning over your much smaller form in a way that has heat settling behind your cheeks. “Schwester, I look forward to seeing you again later.” He gives you a wink before quickly slipping from the room. Your gaze landed on Roel, the shit eating grin already spreading across his features.

“Don't even start.” You groan, walking over to the puddle of coffee you had spilled and dropping to your knees to clean it up. You pause at Roel calling your name.

“Don't worry about that right now. Come, sit.” He motions to the chair across from him. You noticed the leather arm was still warm to the touch, the image of Falk sitting there flashing through your mind and making your heart thrum in your chest.

“Why do I feel like I'm about to get in trouble for something?” You ask with a nervous chuckle.

“What did we talk about last week?” You groaned, collapsing back in the seat, whatever professionalism you had immediately disappeared at his question.

“It's not that simple!” You exclaim in response. “What? You expect me to walk in here, bat my lashes, and tell him to take me to dinner?”

“That is exactly what I'm saying to you!” He booms, standing up with a force that sends his chair scraping backwards against the hardwood floor. “Do you understand how much that would make that man melt? If you walk in here and look at him with those big pretty eyes I think you could convince him to do a lot of things, personally.” 

“It's not like he would feel the same way.” You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest and turning to the window to hopefully hide the defeated expression on your face.

“How do you know?” He asks softly in response.

“Because he's a High Cler-”

“That means nothing and you know that.” You chew the inside of your cheek in irritation. He was right, you did know that. There was no rule against Siblings and High Clergy members starting relationships, it wasn't something your superiors believed in. This was supposed to be a place to experience joy in all aspects of your life, dictating who you can and can't fall in love with just never seemed to sit right with their ideals.

“I'm scared…” you finally admit, and he didn't miss the slight tremble in your voice as you spoke. “If he finds out it could ruin everything between us.”

“I think you need to remember this is Falk we're talking about here.” He finally sits back down with a soft sigh, resting his elbows on the dark wooden surface of his desk. “You saying your entire relationship will just disappear because he finds out you have feelings for him… well I'd say that's a little harsh, wouldn't you agree?” He did have a point. You were talking about the same man who sat there drying your tears and telling you that you still looked beautiful after spilling wine on your dress at a party, who would offer up his free time to go visit with the kids in the Abbey's daycare, who no matter the time of day or night always offered you a safe place to go work through anything with a warm fire in his hearth and a piping hot pot of tea ready in a moments notice. This was Falk you were talking about. Roel took your silence as a cue to continue. “Now, I know I'm just some old man who doesn't know anything.” A soft smile passes over his lips at the sound of you giggling at his joke. “But, I think you should go get ready for Mass, make yourself look all nice.” He glances down, scanning quickly over the planner he had open in front of him. “Oh, would you look at that, after Mass Father Falk just happens to have the rest of the day off.” He looks back at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leans in. “Are you feeling alright, ducky? You're not looking so good… maybe you should take the rest of the day off as well.” Your jaw fell open in shock as you tried to stammer out any words at all in response, but nothing came. He nods in the direction of the door, “get out of here, I don't want to see you until tomorrow.”

“Don't get mad at me if I just end up having a relaxing day at home.” You chuckle as you push yourself out of your chair. “But, thank you Roel.”

“Oh, don't you worry sweetheart. If I have anything to say about it you're in for a lovely afternoon with your little crush.” He smirks in response before turning back to his paperwork. You just simply roll your eyes in response, used to this kind of behavior from him after so many years working at his side.

“Goodbye Roel.” You call loudly as you swing the door shut behind you. You cleaned up your desk as you got ready to head out. Checking the time, you realized you had about an hour left to get ready before Mass, you decided that for once you would actually take Roel’s advice seriously considering it sounded like he was up to something. You found yourself standing in front of your wardrobe, agonizing over your outfit decision as you pulled out just about every article of clothing you owned. “Too formal, too formal, too formal.” You cursed under your breath. Your closet was filled with clothes suitable for meetings and business trips, but not much else. All of your casual clothes would be acceptable for Mass but you felt like it was defeating the purpose of making yourself look nice. You pulled out a plain, black dress. It was one of your favorites, it hugged your curves in all the right places. You stood in front of your mirror, holding the fabric up to your body. “I guess it's better than nothing.” You shrug, deciding to take the plunge.

You smoothed the dress down your legs, making sure your hair was fixed how you liked it and that you hadn't managed to already smudge your makeup. You stepped carefully into a pair of low heels taking one final deep breath before leaving the safety of your dorm. “Someone's got a hot date!” Father Matthew’s voice booms from behind you. You whip around, eyes wide as you hurry up to him.

“Keep your voice down.” You whisper aggressively at him. “I'm trying to not draw attention to myself.”

“Wearing that?” He smiles playfully at you. “Hun, I don't know if you've noticed but there isn't a single person in this room that hasn't checked you out at least once. You look hot, just accept it.” You groan, rolling your eyes before turning to continue on your way to Mass. “So who's the lucky guy?” He jogs to catch up with you, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he saunters at your side.

“I don't believe that's any of your concern, is it Father?” You quip, causing Matthew to grumble.

“You're no fun, Charles and Attila’s assistants always catch me up on their gossip.”

“Well, Rachel is the biggest gossip I know and Jeremy, even if he means well, can't keep a secret to save his life.” You wave to a few Siblings that greet you on your way into the chapel. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my seat.” The phrasing of your words was enough to set Matthew off.

“Your seat, huh?” He chuckles. He leans in, looking around to make sure no one was trying to eavesdrop. “You got all dressed up because you knew you would be seeing Falk, isn't that right little bird?” The sudden color change of your cheeks gave you away immediately. “Well, don't let me keep you from the object of your affection any longer. Just make sure you swing by and tell me all about it later.” He winks before ducking into the crowd, disappearing before you had the chance to yell at him. You hurried up the aisle, hoping your usual seat would still be open considering the massive turnout this morning. You glanced up at the pulpit only to lock eyes with Falk. His mouth slightly agape as you watched him drink in the sight of you. You're snapped from your thoughts when a hand is placed on your back. You recognize the face you're met with, but just barely. You felt the need to cross your arms over your chest as he leered in your direction, your dress leaving you feeling exposed under his malicious gaze 

“Now how did I miss a pretty thing like you?” Your brows furrow at his mumbled statement. The hand he had on you now burning against your skin.

“Excuse me?” You step away from him, his arm smacking against his side as it falls away..

“What can't you take a compliment?” He chuckles, straightening himself up to make himself appear bigger. “Wait a second, I know you. You're Roel's girl, right?”

“I'm his assistant.” Your snap I'm response, eyes darting around, looking for an escape.

“It's a shame that you let that pompous asshole keep you all to himself.” He sneers, realizing that he wouldn't be able to win you over with what he considered charm. “I guess it makes sense that his lap dog would be such a stuck up bitch.” You took one step forward, ready to put this jackass in his place. Before you had the chance a body placed itself between you and the random sibling who had decided to give you grief. It takes you a moment to recognize the familiar sight of Falk’s vestments. “Father Fa-”

“Shut up.” He growls, pushing the now terrified younger man back with every step. “You are going to turn your sorry ass around and pack up your belongings, I want you out of here by nightfall.”

“Sir, I don't know what this is about-”

“Don't. Play. Dumb.” Every word dared him to try and come up with another excuse, you could feel the seething rage rolling off of Falk in waves. “Since it seems you don't remember, Father Roel is your superior.” The color drained from the man's face. Falk adjusted his stance, blocking you from his gaze when the man's eyes flashed to you. “Don't look at her. I saw your little stunt, the last thing I want is for a member of my ministry to be so shamelessly disrespectful and predatory towards any of the other siblings. You’re lucky I'm letting you just walk out of here after what you just called her, I suggest you get out of here before I change my mind.” Falk watches him run off with his tail between his legs, making sure he had left the chapel before allowing his attention to focus on you. “I'm sorry you had to see that Maus.”

“Thank you.” His mouth snaps shut, whatever he was about to say dying in his throat at your thanks. “I wasn’t sure how I was going to get out of that… I'm really happy you were here to protect me.” He breathes out a laugh, giving you a polite nod in response.

“I'll always be here to protect you.” You grow flustered under his warm gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth before your eyes dart to the floor. 

“Father Falk, um…” you wring your hands nervously. You had to take matters into your own hands before Roel inevitably blew things out of control. You looked back up at him, your eyes meeting his warm golden brown ones. “Can I talk to you after Mass?” You couldn't do it, losing all of your nerve at the sight of his patient smile.

“Of course you can Maus. I'm free the rest of the day so we can talk as long as you like.” He chuckles. “I'll be looking forward to it.” He winks at you before hurrying up to the pulpit, doing his final checks before starting Mass. You quickly found your seat in the front row. Your gaze catching Falk’s as he greeted the congregation, you didn't miss the sight of the faint smirk passing over his lips as you locked eyes.

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You waited patiently in the pew, watching person after person approach Falk at the pulpit. Finally, as the last person left, you rose to your feet. You eagerly approached the altar, you could already feel your words tangling together as Falk’s eyes met yours. “Can I take you out to lunch?” You freeze when he beats you to the punch, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah,” you let out a flustered giggle as you tried to string together a sentence. “I have the rest of the day off.”

“Perfect.” He gives you a lopsided grin. “I’ll meet you in the garage in a half hour?” You nod, swaying on your heels slightly.

“Works for me.” You blush as he carefully studies your features. “I’ll see you then.” You politely excuse yourself, trying your best to walk calmly out of the chapel. The moment the door closed behind you, you kicked off your shoes and bolted down the hall. Turning every corner perfectly from memory until you skidded to a halt in front of Roel’s office. You knocked firmly on the door, hearing him welcome you in from the inside.

“Well don’t you look nice.” He smiles at you. “How was Mass?”

“What did you do?” You point an accusatory finger at him.

“Normally you would be aiming in the right direction, but whatever happened, I have nothing to do with.” He explained, his tone perplexed. You froze on the spot, your arm falling slack.

“So you mean, you don’t have anything to do with him asking me out to lunch?” You asked, confused. 

He points to the chair across from him, “sit, explain.” You fall into the seat, recounting the afternoon's events to him. Roel stared back at you with a shocked expression, comparable to an old woman clutching her pearls. “That son of a bitch beat me to the punch.” He lets out an exasperated sigh.

“So you were planning something!” You exclaim.

“I may or may not have planned to slip you both an anonymous letter asking you to meet at a specific place at a specific time in order to… encourage you to spend some alone time together.” You can’t help but chuckle at the lengths he was willing to go to. “Guess I didn’t have to after all.”

“What am I going to do?” You groan, anxiously raking a hand through your hair.

“What do you mean? You’re going to go down there and have a wonderful afternoon with him.”

“It’s not that simple.” You attempt to argue.

“Oh, I think it might be.” He rebuttals instantly. “Just think of it like we’re talking.”

“I want him to, you know, like me, so no, I don't think I will.” You quip in response, causing Roel’s jaw to fall slack in shock.

“Wow, and after all this time I considered you a friend.” He feigns a hurt tone in his voice before it almost immediately dissolves into a chuckle, you letting out a soft laugh of your own. “But, in all seriousness, you don't have anything to worry about. You've been alone with Falk plenty of times, what about this is so different?”

“This is the first time him and I are going to be alone together without an excuse to hide behind.” You explain slowly, trying to pinpoint what exactly was making this so nerve wracking for you. “Before it was business meetings, or I was delivering something for you and it turned into a prolonged visit, asking to borrow books for my studies, it’s my turn to help with Mass for the week, there's always a reason that can just explain away why we’re together… This time it's just because we want to be together. There's no event to prepare for, no notes to go over. It's just the two of us, sitting across from each other at a table, with all the time in the world for him to realize that I'm nothing special.”

“You are more special than you could ever realize, I have a feeling Falk’s already figured that out.” He glances up at the time and then back down at you. “Do me a favor, go see Charles.” You shoot him a curious look. “He’ll give you a better idea of what to talk about. Falk and I might be friends but I feel like you're looking for more… more intelligent topics to discuss with him than what I could provide.” You share a laugh. Even if everything wasn't magically fixed like you were hoping, your talk with Roel did make you feel a bit better.

“Thank you Roel, for everything.” A tender smile passes over his lips before he stands up.

“Come here.” He beckons you closer, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know it's hard, but try not to be too nervous. I think out of everyone at the Abbey I know you better than most, and if he can't see how wonderful you are he's an idiot.” He stops down slightly, taking you by the shoulders as he brings his eyes level with yours. “Everything is going to be just fine.” You sucked in a deep breath, balling your hands into fists as you realized your fingers were trembling at your side. “You can do this.” He states firmly.

“I can do this.” You respond in a similar tone.

The short walk to Charles’ office felt almost insurmountable at the moment. Every second that ticked by only brought you closer to seeing Falk. You were excited, of course, but you couldn't stop the anxiety that drowned you as it bubbled up in your throat. You tap gently on the heavy door, hearing Charles call for you to come in. “What a pleasant surprise.” He smiles warmly at you, removing his reading glasses from their position perched on his nose and setting them down on his desk. “What can I do for you, my dear?”

“I'm sorry to bother you, Father, Roel told me I should come talk to you.” You fall comfortably into one of the worn leather chairs across from him, folding your hands neatly in your lap as you recount the events of this morning to him. Charles listened attentively, doing little more than give you an occasional nod or hum to show he was paying attention. “And now I have to go meet him downstairs in twenty minutes and it’s taking everything I have to not just run off and disappear because I'm so scared I'm going to make myself look like an idiot in front of him.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He coos fatherly. “Don’t trouble yourself with thoughts like that. You're very smart and I'm sure the two of you have a lot in common, you shouldn't have any trouble keeping up a conversation with him.” He chuckles, reaching across his desk to pick up your hand in his. “I could tell you exactly what to talk about, what to say, things that are going to impress him. But, sweetheart, falling in love isn't about being perfect.” Your cheeks grew warm at the mention of falling in love. Falk was definitely a man you could see a future with down the line, that was something apparent from when you first acknowledged your feelings for him, but the road to get to that point was always so terrifying you had trouble finding the nerve to even try.

“I just don't want to mess this up.” Your voice comes out softly.

“You won't.” He reassures you. “You just need to go down there and be your usual radiant self and the rest will fall into place.” You give his hand a gentle squeeze, trying your best to put on a brave face. “You should get going, don't want to be late.” He pays your arm before pulling his hand back.

“Yessir, thank you for your advice.”

“Of course my dear, anytime.” You smile at each other before you get up, preparing to leave. Just as your hand slid over the knob Charles chimes in again, “and don't be such a stranger. I know Roel has you on a tight leash but the rest of us would like to see you from time to time.” He chuckles.

“I'll make sure to have a word with him.” You shoot him a playful wink in response before you slip out of the room. You tried your best to steady your racing heart as you made your way down to the garage. You paused as you reached the top of the stairs, Falk adjusting the cuff of his sleeve he had rolled up as he hurried in your direction. He glances up, freezing in place when his eyes land on you.

“Perfect timing, huh?” He chuckles. Slowly striding forward to close the distance between you. “I'm really happy you agreed to come with me.”

“Well thank you for asking.” You smile sweetly at him. “What's the plan for the day?”

“Well,” the two of you head down the stairs side by side. “There’s this hole in the wall cafe I like to go to sometimes. After that I have something planned, but it's a surprise.” He chuckles.

“Fine, keep your secrets.” You giggle. Falk pulls his keys out of his pocket, twirling the ring around his finger a few times before catching the keys in his hand with a jingle. He opens the door for you, taking your hand carefully in his own as he helps you lower yourself into the car. Falk walks towards the back of the car, you can't stop a smile from passing over your lips as you catch sight of him shaking his hands to try and steady his nerves before getting into the driver's seat. His eyes trail over you, you blush under his gaze.

“Sorry… I just can't get over how pretty you look.” You breathe out a laugh, your cheeks flushing at his compliment.

“Thank you Fath-” You freeze, cringing slightly as you realize you might be acting too formally.

“Just Falk is fine Maus.” He chuckles at your flustered state. “I think we’ve known each other long enough to drop the honorifics, don’t you?” You nod, fidgeting with your fingers in your lap.

“Sorry, I'm just a little nervous I guess.” You admit, looking out the window to avoid meeting his gaze accidentally.

“Nervous?” He asks softly. “Maus, I can promise you there's nothing to be nervous about.” He pauses for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek as he pulls over whether or not to say something. “Would it help to know I'm a little nervous myself?”

“You?” It was hard to hide your tone of disbelief. “Why?”

“Well, it just so happens that the most beautiful woman I've ever met agreed to have lunch with me this afternoon. Now you're sitting here in my passenger seat and for the life of me I can't think of a single thing to talk about.” Your eyes widen slightly, your head snapping in his direction. You couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up in your throat, dropping your face into your hands as you struggled to regain your composure.

“I'm sorry.” You breathe through a fit of laughter, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hand. “I was so scared I was going to look stupid because I didn't know what to talk to you about.”

“I guess we just got ourselves all worked up over nothing then.” He chuckles. You notice his shoulder visibly relax, the prior tension fading away with ease as you both acknowledged how silly you were both acting. The silence you shared after that wasn't uncomfortable, if anything it was actually kind of nice. Falk turns on the radio, some random station crackling to life in the confined space. His hand leaves the knob, hovering in midair for a moment before he tentatively rests it over your own. “Is this okay?” He asks softly. You nod, carefully pushing your fingers in between his. 

“This is more than okay.” You smile back at him. You gasped as a small head jutted out of one of the windows of the car in front of you, a small hound dog letting his long ears flap freely in the breeze.

“I take it you're a dog person?” That was all it took. One question tumbled from Falk’s lips and any nerves left between the two of you melted away. You spent your long drive swapping stories of your various escapades around the Abbey, Falk told you about moments from his childhood that he still held onto with extreme fondness.

“You know, I've always been curious about what it was like for you and the other High Clergy members growing up, I imagine you were all under a lot of pressure.” You muse, your thumb tracing around one of Falk’s prominent knuckles.

“Eh, it's probably not that different. I went to school, had friends, I grew up like any other normal kid. It wasn't until I hit puberty that any changes really started to come up.” He chuckles at how effortlessly he referred to these changes. “It doesn't always go over very well when a 16 year old finds out they have to transform into a hideous beast once a month.”

“Hey, same here.” You joke. “Except I learned that harsh reality at 12 and instead of the super strength and the cool transformation my body just releases an alarming amount of blood once a month.” Falk laughs loudly, making you smile in response.

“Yeah, I guess that also has to really suck didn't it?”

“You really had no idea until you were 16?” You ask.

“It's not exactly the easiest thing to explain to a child.” He ponders over his thoughts for a moment before continuing. “To be honest, my parents weren't even sure the transformation was going to happen. See, you have families like Charles and Matthew’s. Both of them changed, and I think both of them started showing signs before I ever did. Attila is an only child, so is Roel.”

“And you?” You question, hanging on every word of his explanation.

“I have an older sister.” He responds.

“When did she first transform?”

“She didn't. At first my parents thought it was just some type of delay, there was no reason for her to have to take over from my father at the time so they figured it would be better to just wait it out. It wasn't until I started to show signs of my first transformation that they looked into it a bit more seriously. Apparently, nobody really knows why this transformation happens. There's been tests done with genetics, learned behavior that could awaken it, any rituals that would cause or stop it, nothing.” He absentmindedly fidgets with your fingers as he talks.

“So, they never figured it out?” He shakes his head in response to your question.

“No, she’s just as mortal as you are.” He sighs. “I'm sorry when you have to meet her, she still has a huge chip on her shoulder about it.”

“When I have to meet her, huh?” You shoot him a flustered grin. “Already planning on bringing me home to meet the family, huh?” You tease, lightly nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Sorry, it's way too soon for me to start talk-”

“I'm flattered.” You cut him off, watching the panic briefly pass over his features as he worries he said the wrong thing. “Our first date isn't even over and you've already decided I'm decent enough to meet your parents, I must be doing a damn good job at the whole small talk thing.” You both laugh.

“I can officially say this is a date, huh?” His deep brown eyes meet yours, the smirk lacing its way across his lips threatening to make you melt on the spot.

“I mean, if you want it to be.” You stutter in response, making Falk chuckle.

“I just wish I'd planned something a little more exciting, all things considered.”

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[anti-katsuki-lounge]

So I’m writing a fanfic, and due to the fact that it's a very important set piece I have to adapt, I watched Two Heroes a few weeks ago

And after reading fanfic for a good four years straight (and reading manga chapter summaries and reviews) I was fucking whiplashed by the fact that the moment Bakugo opened his mouth I was reminded why fucking hated him again

Like yeah I'm intimately aware of the fact that his personality is steamed sewage (thanks Kaminari) but good fucking Lord, Izuku didn't even beat him in the villain target practice shit (and that's another thing, I forgot how Horikoshi will literally never let Izuku have a dub over Bakugo-*** even though this is Post-Full Cowel and Stain and realistically should have won)* but he immediately fulfills his role as barky pomeranian and curses his general existence.

Thank God he's barely a factor since Melissa takes up most of his possible screentime (should have been a more important character tbh- they should have imported her to the main storyline)**

There's a reason I turn him into a minor antagonist (emphasis on minor, like a recurring mid-boss) in most fics I outline

*If you didn't know, Izuku got 16 sec on what was basically Break the Targets from Super Smash Bros Melee/Brawl, and Bakugo got 15. Todoroki beating them both is more understandable since he nuked the course and cut the knot to say.

**QUIRKLESS INVENTOR COME THE FUCK ON!!!!!! I like Mei-Mei as much as the next guy but dude, missed opportunity- hell they could have been foils.

***Bakugo has literally won all of their fights (except the first which was technically losing the entire game rather than that specific fight so it barely counts) AND All for One has generational beef with him in the newest chapter (he [in]conveniently looks like the Second User who humiliated him with all the stuff he did to oppose him), over Izuku AND All Might the holders of ONE FOR FUCKING ALL THAT ARE DUELING HIM AND TOMURA NOW

Thank fuck I don't have to watch Heroes Rising or World Hero Mission cause he actually IS important in those movies and I would legit follow his Ch 1 advice if I had to watch them

(If you want to know what happens to Bakugo in said fanfic that is currently being written [DAMN YOU EXECUTIVE DYSFUNCTION] basically he gets his finger bitten off when he's five by Maria (the fic’s version of Izuku) who ain't takin his shit and gets expelled from UA after he tries and fails to attack her [AS HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN] and later gets humiliated in several different fights from both heroes and his own villainous allies before getting annihilated and thrown in jail during a way more pressing matter [the training camp going way worse than in canon] as an afterthought)

All of this. It’s odd that Izuku’s not allowed to surpass him in anything. Not grades, not likability, not in combat. Even when Izuku finally gets something Katsuki’s either there to shit on him or surpass him.

#anti katsuki bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki

[corffee]

Since people wanted to know about my Captain Shadow’s curse from this post, I wrote something for it! I hope you all enjoy it!

Here’s the Google doc version link by clicking here

“For Eternity”

Word count: 2,044

Chapter: 1/1

TW: DEATH AND BLOOD

Ever heard of the phrase, “once in a blue moon?”

You all should know by now what happens to the Robotnik family.

On a moonless night, the young hedgehog’s ship was attacked. Screams and yells of mobians and humans filled the air, accompanied by cannon fire and the clashing of swords.

These attacks were done by the Royal Navy themselves. But what would they want from an old scientist? Nothing probably, if the scientist wasn’t a rouge one. He ran away with his granddaughter, Maria, and his lab crew. He abandoned his role as a royal scientist to focus on the ill Maria, who grew worse by the month. But, what’s this? He also had a living secret project who also accompanied him? Now this is what the Royal Navy really wanted.

The young hedgehog and his sister hid in the deepest corner of Gerald’s study, surrounded by knocked off books and papers by the rocky ship. Above them was where Gerald was destroying his years of work. Burning papers and documents while smashing beakers containing colorful liquids. These actions were soon interrupted by the collapsing of the lab’s door. It was the captain of the Royal Navy. He grabbed Gerald by the collar, and dragged him out onto the main deck. He was surrounded by mostly men, but some large mobians were scattered. Gerald explained why he ran and pleaded for the mercy of his granddaughter. His words were loud enough for Maria and Shadow to hear below. But all went silent until the Naval Captain shouted “Aim.”

Maria knew what was happening next. She freed herself from Shadow’s grasp and scrambled out of the corner, running up to the main deck. Shadow yelled her to stop, struggling to follow her with his trembling legs. As soon as he reached the first step of stairs, *BANG.* He froze, making sure he was still alive. He then forced himself up the stairs and yelled for Maria. Laying there on the deck was his dead creator, punctured by multiple gunshots. The rain struggled to wash away the blood flowing from the body.

Shadow was able to stop staring at the corpse and looked up to see the Naval Captain holding Maria by her golden hair.

“LET HER GO!” Shadow said, trying to hold back the fear in his voice.

The captain ignored him but was intrigued to finally see what Gerald’s life was truly dedicated to. A small, dark, puny, hedgehog. With Maria still in his grasp, he raised his other hand and walked toward the front of the ship. His crew slowly walked towards Shadow with guns cocked and swords in hand. Shadow wasn’t ready for a fight. He never had proper training. Or even the courage. But for family? Anything. He slowly managed to form a green flaming spear from his hands. The crew was amazed and delighted to finally have an interesting fight. The Naval Captain was looking at the horizon but heard everything. The yelling of men, clanging swords, gunshots, the buzzing of the spear, and finally the thuds of bodies hitting the deck. He turned around seeing all his men lying dead, some still holding on to their weapons. All that was left was the small, thing, holding a spear, looking him dead in the eyes. Its red eyes pierced through him, glowing like the rest of its scattered red stripes on its body.

“I SAID. LET. HER. GO.”

The captain turned around facing Shadow. He was standing by the guard rails of the ship. Shadow moved a step closer but halted when the captain stopped turning around. His right arm was lifted over the edge, revealing the dangling girl.

“Save yourself.” Maria whispered.

Shadow froze again at the sight of his sister hanging from the captain’s grasp. He didn’t know what to do or what would happen if he did. He was trapped. He clenched the spear and was about to lunge himself at Maria to try to catch her. As soon as his eyes left Maria’s, the captain let go.

“Goodbye, Shadow.” Maria whispered again as she was descending towards the angry waters below.

“MARIA!!!!” Shadow shrieked. He was going to run but he couldn’t. He was too scared and overwhelmed by the sight of his sister disappearing. His whole body was shaking and his teeth were glued together. He was useless. He could’ve done something. He could’ve saved her. He was lifeless. Just a thing. A weapon. He destroyed life only for his to be taken.

Shadow was so consumed by his thoughts, that he didn’t realize the captain was out of sight. He then noticed a blur coming straight towards him. He quickly lunged his still fiery spear into it. He was saved. The captain’s pocket knife was inches from Shadow’s nose, but the spear was feet deep into his own chest. Pain and anger filled his eyes as he started slowly dying.

“You…will be..reminded of this pain…for eternity…” said the captain with a strained voiced. He quickly slashed his knife to Shadow’s right eye. Shadow yelled in pain as he covered his eye with his hand. With his last breath, the captain pulled out a vial of a light blue powder and broke it in front of Shadow with his bare hand. The powder was released into the air while the captain’s body slammed into the ground, finally dead. The storm ceased and behind the dark clouds was a large, bright moon, giving light to the corpse ridden ship.

Shadow now had both of his hands on his eye, trying to keep the blood at bay, whimpering and grunting. Unnoticed before him was the light blue powder, now a floating substance, wavering in circles. The bright moon slowly turned blue as the substance surrounded Shadow’s head. Then suddenly, the blue moon glowed and the air made a loud boom. Shadow released his hands from his bloody eye and watched as the light blue magic absorbed into it. This took the wind right out of him and make him fall to his knees. He could feel a stinging pain in the right eye but, at the same time, it was also soothing. He blinked a couple of times for the feeling to go away. He could see.

The blue moon dimmed until it was to its natural cream color. Everything was calm. No wind, no crashing waves. Just the creaking of the ship and the deep breaths Shadow took. He was the only living thing left. He should be dead. He should’ve been the one who was shot. He should’ve been the one to meet the sea. But he was there. Alive and alone. With nothing but a beating heart. Shadow was able to see himself in the pool of blood that was made by the dead naval captain. His eye was still there but it was only a light grayish, blue-ish color. Like a blind eye, but still seeing. There was no scar around the eye. Shadow slowly raised his hand close to his eye, but it stung him. He closed it to open it again and see it glowing a light turquoise blue. The iris was still black as the night. But what was truly different was that the eye was moving like the sea, drifting back and forth. And surrounding it, were big and small blue circles. They were swirling around the eye like tiny fish in a whirlpool. It was surprisingly beautiful and mesmerizing. The ocean waves started to knock against the ship, making the young hedgehog realize he was alone again. Just him. And the ocean.

The hedgehog hoped he’d never have to tell this story. Or be reminded of it.

But that changed on one starry night, years later, on a blue moon. It was the love of his life who listened to every word. A blue hedgehog, with emerald eyes, stared lovingly and worriedly at his cursed captain.

“I think I should stop there.” stated the hedgehog captain.

It was quiet between the two. Until the first mate broke the silence.

“May I see it?” He said. He believed his captain’s words were true. That his eye was beautiful and mesmerizing. But, he wanted to be the one who said it. To be the one who said it with his whole heart. And meant every word.

“Please, Shadow?” He begged again, setting his hand on his captain’s cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb.

Shadow was scared of what people might think of the true appearance of his eye. But seeing his first mate in front of him, didn’t make him feel nervous. He was calm. He even wanted to just melt as he looked at him. Shadow took in a small breath and removed his eyepatch. He tried not watch as his first mate’s eyes gradually grew wider, and mouth slightly agape. He was staring in awe and thought how the words “beautiful” and “mesmerizing” weren’t even close to what he was seeing. It was magnificent, stunning, charming, fascinating, handsome, hot, dazzling, ….wait what?

Shadow wanted to stop staring at the sea below them and look at his first mate’s eyes like he was doing to his. He took in another small breath and placed his head into his mate’s hand, closing his eyes. This made his first mate slightly jump, like he was woken from a trance. Shadow then held the blue hedgehog’s hand tightly, wishing he could never let go. He finally opened his eyes to meet his love’s.

“Do you still love me?” purred Shadow with slight worry in his words.

This took the blue hedgehog aback. Did he not know that he loved him? That he would do anything he asked even if he wasn’t his captain. He would even spend his only wish from the Master Emerald to always see his smile.

“For eternity. As for I, Sonic the Hedgehog, would always love and be there, for my captain.” Sonic proudly exclaimed as he took Shadow’s hands. Shadow chuckled as he shed a tear from his glowing eye.

“Woah, woah! I didn’t mean to make you cry, captain!” Sonic quickly leaned forwards to swipe the falling tear.

“You know you can stop calling me that right? We are alone-“ explained Shadow.

“As you wish, Shads.” Sonic said with a smug smile.

“I take that back.” Shadow rolled his eyes as he knew what he was getting into.

They both laughed as Sonic still had his hands holding Shadow’s face. He still couldn’t choose the word describing Shadow’s eye, but all he knew was that it truly was beautiful. He wanted to look at it everyday. To look at Shadow everyday. Just like how the Sun and Moon meet at sunrise and dawn to embrace in each other’s beauty. It was fate. Sonic gently pulled Shadow closer to meet his lips. He never wanted this taste to leave.

The cold night air shifted as the sun rose from the horizon. The warmth between the hedgehogs increased as the sun grew bigger behind them. They never wanted this to stop. Sonic was begging Chaos for a wish to never let his lips separate from Shadow’s. As for Shadow himself, oh yes. He felt the same. He never wanted to let go of Sonic’s hips, like a link to a chain. But, he needed to attend back to his ship and crew. It was morning and some might worry to realize that their captain, and his first mate, went missing overnight. Shadow let go of Sonic’s hips and tucked his hands under Sonic’s, making him let go of his face.

“Aww, it was just getting good…” Sonic whined as he made a pout.

“Heh, don’t get your quills up in a twist. I’m still here. But we have a ship to sail and a crew to look after. If we get our jobs done, then there will be plenty of time to continue this tonight.” Shadow explained as he began rowing the jolly back to the ship.

“YIPPEE!! I love my job.” Sonic put his hands behind his quills and laid back on the boat’s side. Shadow rolled his eyes again and sighed, releasing a chuckle.

“I hate you, hedgehog.”

“I love you too.”

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