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Till death do us part.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, and some Angst

Warnings: Talks of death, blood and vomiting.

Word count: 7179

Summary: It was a joint decision between you and Wanda wanting to raise your family together full time. There is just one last mission before you retire.

A/N: Who do I think I am, posting three weeks in a row 😂 This one has been a long time coming. I was given the prompt (a long time ago) “She wakes to the sound of you dying.” by @cuinaminute229 - I finally completed it mate! I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think 😊

The three of you are running through the halls. You don't know how but an alarm was triggered and now you want to make it out of the building before a fight starts.

Too late.

Turning the next corner you are met with five guards all equipped to take you down.

This is not what you wanted.

The plan was so meticulously thought out, you allowed yourself to be optimistic, that this mission could be done without a hitch, but you should have known. Better to keep expectations low, right?

You can only hope they haven't found out about the support you have outside the building.

Tony, Sam, Vision and Wanda.

Two days ago

"Y/l/n, you're with Rogers and Romanoff."

You look up from the file on the table in front of you to the man holding the meeting feeling slightly perplexed.

"But sir, I'm normally partnered with Wanda because of how well we work together," you blurt out, before you can stop yourself.

"I know, but we need Wanda outside where her powers will be useful while the three of you get the job done inside," the man with the eyepatch clarifies.

You grimace slightly and it doesn't go unnoticed by Fury. So he continues, "I know you like spending time with your wife, agent, but you will have to spend a few hours away from each other this time," he finishes, getting a few chuckles from around the table.

You smile and nod your head to show you have acknowledged him. It is not your fault, you can't help but worry about your wife.

"How about Pietro? Where is he? He'd be perfect for this with his speed," you try to reason.

Fury is still smirking from his previous joke and keeps it going for his audience like this meeting is his very own stand-up comedy set, "Throwing the brother-in-law under the bus isn't going to work," causing another round of chuckles. "His skills are being used elsewhere," he finally clarifies.

Wanda notices your reluctance next to you. She takes your hand from the file to hold in her lap under the table for the rest of the meeting. The weight of her hand and the occasional squeeze she gives it brings you a semblance of calm.

After the meeting is over and everyone leaves to get prepped for the upcoming mission, Wanda speaks to you to reassure that everything will be ok. She has a soft smile on her face, "We've been apart in missions before, we'll get it done and be on our way home in no time."

Her hand still hasn't left yours since she took it earlier. You take a step forward leaning your forehead against hers while taking her other hand in yours, "I can't help but worry, it feels different this time."

You know she can take care of herself but you didn't want to be anywhere that wasn't by her side right now. This mission feels as though it has come at the worst time.

Present day

Taking out the five guards was easy work for the three of you.

Turns out they were just a warm up.

When you make it outside, you see Tony disarming someone who had a missile launcher aimed in Vision's direction. Vision throws two guys into the air that Sam finishes off as he flies past and Wanda, you can't see her, but you can see the red tendrils of her powers meaning she too, was engaged in combat.

After your quick assessment of the area the three of you spring back into action.

The base is in the middle of a forest deep underground. It's the reason the plans were so detailed, Hydra would have seen you coming from a mile away.

Hiding and manoeuvring behind and around trees you do what you are best at - taking down the enemy.

With Natasha by your side, watching each other's backs, you take down a few soldiers next to what looks like a turret. It is shooting out energy blasts to try and knock you unconscious so you can then be taken as prisoners. Once the area is clear you take over the controls using it to take out a similar one on the opposite side of the battlefield.

The machine makes it easy to take down bad guys while you do your best to avoid your teammates. For you this is just another 'day at the office' so your mind drifts to your home life.

Three months ago

Stirring awake you rub the sleep from your eyes. The warmth from your two bodies encased by your covers provide you with enough comfort to make you want to fall back into slumber.

You are about to nod off again when her soft whisper brings you back to reality, "You better not be going back to sleep," Wanda says, her warm breath that smells of toothpaste fans over your face making you smile silly.

"Of course not love," you lie, "I was just thinking about all the things you needed me to do around the house."

You hear her chuckle, "Oh, I'm sure you were." She pushes your shoulder so that you roll on to your back. Wanda presses most of her weight on top of you, stroking your cheek.

With your eyes still closed she places a few soft kisses along your neck and jaw. "Hmm...I could get used to this," you crack open one eye slightly, "but you missed a spot," you say, pointing to your lips.

"Uh uh, not until you've brushed your teeth, Morning Breath," Wanda says, slapping your chest once, causing you to whine as you stretch a little.

Wanda is always the one to wake up first. Usually she will get a head start on anything needed for the day. But considering it is a weekend she has chosen to come back into bed and allow herself a morning to lounge around.

Now, with both your eyes open, you move one of your hands that was resting on her waist to her cheek and look at her freshly washed morning face.

"Good morning," you finally say, rubbing her cheek with your thumb. Despite her 'morning breath' statement she gives you a peck on the lips and returns the greeting.

The two of you have been home for two weeks. No missions. No dire need of your presence required at the compound. Just you, Wanda an-

You hear the patter of small feet and a few knocks on the door signalling the end of your peace this morning.

Having had the luxury of experiencing it more than a few times these past weeks, you know how this is going to go.

"So, what's our play this time?" You whisper to her.

"I like the one where we pretend to be asleep," she whispers back. Being quiet is detrimental so the two, soon to be, intruders are none the wiser.

You take your positions, relaxed bodies, closed eyes, waiting for the unavoidable moment when they can't help themselves and try to sneak into the room.

The sound of a soft click, notifies you the door has been opened, along with hushed tones of, "Shh, be quiet!" You admire their efforts, they are still new recruits in covert operations after all.

When they are close enough the two of you sit up, arms raised with a loud, "AHHHH!" They both let out high pitched shrieks while the two of you can't help but laugh, giving each other a high five, Wanda giggling as she leans against you.

Tommy is the first to speak, "That wasn't funny!" Followed by Billy, "You do this every time," they groan.

You and Wanda are still giggling as the boys climb onto the bed. "That's what you get for trying to sneak in here," you say triumphantly, "when will you ever learn, huh?" You question as they get comfortable between you both.

Wanda can't help but wonder, "Why are you two always awake so early on the weekends?" The boys look at each other while you sit and watch the interaction in awe as she continues, "I struggle to get you out of bed on school mornings."

They turn back to their mother and shrug, "Weekends mean more time for fun," Tommy responds. The boy, always ready with a quick quip.

Wanda gasps as she moves forward, "Why you little-" she says, tickling him.

Tommy begins to laugh while you and Billy giggle as if you're watching a show play out in front of you.

Once everyone settles back down your stomach rumbles, starting off another round of laughter.

"Ok, ok, I think that's the signal for us all to get washed up and get some breakfast sorted," you instruct.

Just like clockwork, Wanda makes her way to the kitchen while you try and get the boys to cooperate.

After a little bit of a struggle to wrangle the energetic boys together you get them to complete their morning routine.

Before you head down, you check to make sure they are done with what they were told and eventually, you make it downstairs disturbing Wanda's peace.

When you arrive in the kitchen, Wanda smiles over her shoulder at you. Kissing her on the cheek, you take over flipping pancakes so she can finish getting morning beverages sorted.

The boys bicker about their toys as they wait in their seats for their pancakes. You and Wanda sit, passing plates around and help with any fruits they want.

You can't help but feel content at the quiet, the only sounds in the room coming from cutlery hitting plates as well as the occasional competitive comment from the boys about who can finish eating first. This is what your life is and you love every second of it.

Both you and Wanda are in agreement, you couldn't be happier with the way your lives have turned out.

These weeks have only solidified yours and Wanda's plans; officially retiring from the Avengers.

Present day

The fight feels never-ending. Bad guys showing up left and right. You can't afford to think about your fatigue, a distraction could mean the difference between life and death.

You feel something rush past you and the three guys you are shielding yourself from behind a sandbag wall are knocked to the floor.

Vibrations travelling through the floor from a loud roar signals Banner is also here, making you smile with relief. You are thankful some backup has arrived.

"What? You didn't see that coming?" The speedster says, putting his hand out for you to take so you can get off the ground. "And where's my thank you?"

"For taking so long? You know, for a speedster, you're pretty slow," you joke back to Pietro.

He laughs lightly before speeding off, "Try to keep up in-law!" The gray haired man taunts.

…

The battle seems to be coming to an end, only a few brave soldiers on the opposing side are still trying their best even if they are losing.

You take in your surroundings and deem the area you are in as clear before making your way to find Wanda. You follow her powers like a beacon to get to her.

Seeing her take out an enemy brings a proud smile to your face. You can see she is exhausted but will always fight till her last breath.

Feeling your presence, she turns to you after taking down a final soldier. She smiles at you tiredly as you make your way to her.

"I'm sorry honey, I wanted to get to you sooner to show you I was okay, but I was a little busy," you say when you reach her, hands cupping her cheeks, rubbing them and feeling her relax a little in your presence.

"Don't worry malysh, I knew you were here," she rests her face in the crook of your neck inhaling, "I could feel you." The vibrations of her voice against you make the hairs on the back of your neck stand on edge.

You take a short moment for yourselves, before you meet with the rest of the team gathered in one place as you usually do once the fight is over.

Making your way, everyone checks the bodies they pass on the floor to make sure they are fully knocked out, ready to be detained. The clean up crew will be here soon.

Walking towards where the rest of the team is, you notice you are the last to arrive. The team all gathers and you relax a little by one of the sandbag walls beginning small chit-chat. You allow Wanda to fully press her back against your front as you lean against the wall, anything to help with the tiredness she is feeling.

Bruce confirms a silent alarm was triggered when you, Steve and Natasha got to the targeted archive room.

All that mattered now was that the mission was complete, with no major casualties.

Wanda is now leaning heavily on you so you keep your arms wrapped securely around her to keep her upright.

As SHIELD agents start to appear they begin their part of the process so your team begins their trek in the direction of the quinjets.

Still feeling a little tired, you wait back with your wife, who is now sitting on top of the wall, to allow her a little more time to replenish some energy. When she is ready she takes your hand leaning into you again after you help her down.

"When we get back I'm running you a nice hot bath," you say into her hair.

Wanda moves her head to make eye contact with you, "I hope you're taking this bath with me," she smiles.

"Like I'd have it any other way," you shake your head, smiling back at her, chuckling.

As you look ahead of you while you walk, you hear something and see some movement from the corner of your eye.

In that moment everything feels as if it moves in slow motion.

You see an enemy soldier laying on the ground. Their arm sluggishly moves, taking something from their belt and pulling the pin. Your eyes widen as you turn to Wanda, pushing her away behind another wall you are passing.

It all happens so fast.

The grenade flying through the air in your direction, followed by a loud explosion of heat.

Your body flies backwards, hitting a tree.

Hard.

In the last seconds of your consciousness pain radiates through your body but all you can think about is if Wanda was out of the blast radius.

One month ago

You seem to be spending more and more time at home now that the Avengers have recruited more help, one of them being Natasha's sister who you were surprised to learn about.

There has been a steady flow of smaller missions where you then get to spend a full week at home. It has been a good time to be able to get a schedule into place. Creating a normal home life for Billy and Tommy.

As you put the boys to bed you hear Wanda in the bathroom throwing up everything from dinner for the third night in a row.

Even though she tells you it must be a bug and that it will pass soon, you feel worried.

The next day arrives and you take Billy and Tommy to school on your own for the second time this week when Wanda said she wasn't feeling too good this morning.

She hasn't been able to keep much down, first it was some dinners but the previous day she didn't keep anything down at all.

By the time you get back you hear her in the bathroom emptying the contents of her stomach once again.

You have been kneeling next to her rubbing her back trying to help her through this as much as you can. When she seems to be done, she sits to the side and you help her lean against the wall then take a seat in front of her.

"Three days in a row can't be a coincidence, my love," You think you might know what is causing this but-

"It's too soon, right?" She finishes your thought out loud, "I know I'm late but I thought that was from the stress of everything going on. It took months with Billy and Tommy."

"Either way, I've already made an appointment with Dr Cortez," you can't help the panicked look on your face. Wanda thinks it's admirable so she smiles at you.

"And when did you make this appointment?" Wanda asks, raising her eyebrows, "Also, when is it?"

You smile sheepishly at getting caught. "I called yesterday, she had a cancellation for this afternoon," Wanda shakes her head amused. She puts out her hand to show she is ready to get up so you help her to her feet and don't let go until you see she is steady.

Wanda wraps her arms around you and presses the side of her face into your chest, "Have I told you how much I love you?"

You kiss the top of her head murmuring into her hair, "No, not today you haven't," you scoff slightly.

She lifts her head to look at you with her chin now resting against you. You try not to make a face but you do. You know you have been caught from seeing Wanda's expression changing so you say something before she can, "If you think you're going to kiss me with your vomit breath, you've got another thing coming."

Wanda moves away and looks at you in the mirror as she reaches for her toothbrush, "What ever happened to 'in sickness and in health'?"

"Oh, I can still love you in sickness, it doesn't mean I have to kiss you," your response is a little too quick for Wanda's liking. "Besides I still remember you calling me 'morning breath', it's only fair I return the favour now," you finish with a cheeky smile meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"Not one for holding on to the past I see," Wanda muffles past the foamy toothpaste in her mouth sarcastically. While you just smile at her comment.

When you make it to your appointment, Dr Cortez takes some samples and instructs you to await her call.

You are done in time for the school run so the two of you pick the boys up and treat them to pizza for dinner.

Wanda's sickness still hasn't lightened up, you are glad she suggested the safe choice of a soup instead of the greasy food so you had picked that up too.

She ends up bringing up her dinner and instead of hovering around her you keep the boys busy with deciding on a movie to watch because they are done with their homework. The last thing you want is them to notice and be concerned for their mother's health.

Once you have them settled you go to check on Wanda. As you get to her she is already leaving the bathroom with a tired expression on her face.

You take her in your arms and comfort her. It's the only thing you can really do. Wanda wraps her arms around you leaning against heavily into your side as you make your way to the living room.

Once you make it to the couch, as always the boys are situated in the middle. You help Wanda sit on one side while you move to sit on the other side.

This is how you spend most evenings, cuddled up relaxing. This time the choice of movie is lost on you because all you can think about is Wanda and what could come from the test results.

You don't notice Wanda looking in your direction. She moves her arm to the back cushions stretching over to run her fingers through the back of your hair, "Your thoughts are loud, honey," she keeps her voice low so the boys don’t divert their attention from the television, before you look over.

"I'm sorry, I jus-"

She is smiling softly when she interrupts you. "I know, but please don't worry. We don't know anything yet," she continues speaking quietly.

Your gazes are pulled away by a small voice coming from between you. "Are you sick mommy?" You see Billy looking in Wanda's direction as Tommy pulls his eyes away from the screen.

Kids are always more perceptive than you realise.

"I have been feeling sick, yes Billy," Wanda answers truthfully.

This time Tommy speaks with a follow up question, "But you're gonna be okay. Aren't you?"

"She's gonna be fine," you reply, for her. "We went to see the doctor today, we just need to wait and see what they say."

Present day

Placing her hand to her pounding head Wanda tries to get past the ringing in her ears. When she stops feeling nauseous she looks around her immediate vicinity. She begins to panic when she doesn't see you.

Wanda was only unconscious for a moment and now that her mind has cleared a little she realises can't feel you as strongly as before. It is as if you are fading. Her mind concludes that she has awoken to the sound of you dying when she hears you wheezing, making her panic grow.

There is dust and debris everywhere and Wanda does her best to look through it trying to find you. She feels a breeze pass her and in the next second Pietro is in front of her, "Sestra, what happ-"

"Where's Y/n?!" Wanda exasperates, her worry overwhelming because she can only just about feel your presence.

Pietro helps her scramble to her feet as they both look around. Wanda walks in the direction she thinks you will be while Pietro trails behind her, looking around to make sure they are safe.

"No, no, no, no," she panics, seeing your boots a few feet away.

As she gets closer Wanda can hear you coughing and your wheezing gets louder. In her mind it is as if your light is dying out.

No.

She can't lose you.

You can't die.

One month ago

The movie still playing in the background is long forgotten.

You and Wanda continue to tell the kids not to worry and you should hear from the doctor soon.

As if he has an epiphany Billy asks, "Could it be a baby?" This gets Tommy perking up too.

You can't help but be curious how he got to that conclusion, "What makes you ask that?"

Billy responds like it's obvious, "You and mommy were talking about having another baby."

Tommy seems to have picked up how Billy got the idea, "Yeah, and we saw something on TV where someone said she was pregnant and that's why she was being sick."

You and Wanda glance at each other for a quick second, smiling at how smart they have gotten. Kids really are more perceptive than you give them credit for.

"We're not sure yet. That's why we went to see the doctor," you respond.

They still have questions. So Tommy asks, "But why did you go to a doctor, can't you check at home?"

"You check on a stick or something like that?" Billy adds.

"This sickness has been different from last time and it's come on quicker than when your mommy was carrying the two of you," you explain to the two boys listening intently.

"We were more prepared and it took a lot longer for you two to turn up," Wanda smiles, tapping Billy's nose making him smile. "And because this sickness is a little different, we thought it would be best to go see Dr Cortez. She said we will find out soon enough," Wanda finishes.

The boys ask more questions and you do your best to answer them. Eventually the conversation dwindles and you notice how late it has gotten. So you announce it is time for bed.

When you lay facing each other, you reassure Wanda, "Whatever this is, we'll get through it together."

You seal your promise with a kiss and hold Wanda until she sleeps. It takes you a little while longer, every bad scenario playing in your head regarding these test results.

Considering your track record of losing loved ones, your mother to leukaemia, your father to an aneurysm and your sister in battle, you don't like your odds.

Your stomach is in knots, something in your chest feels heavy while your eyes burn. You hope that these test results come quickly and not at all at the same time. You are not ready to lose the love of your life.

Present day

You can just about hear the footsteps closing in on you as you cough out the dryness in your mouth. But you don't care, you just want to go back to your dream. The memory of your family on the couch watching a movie. Talking to each other about funny parts.

As the frantic steps get closer, you close your eyes, ready to be finished off. You think of your boys and of Wanda, sorry that you won't be able to see them again.

"Malysh!"

You swear you hear someone voice you recognise.

"Y/n!" A different voice shouts.

At least you think you recognise them. It is hard to tell with it sounding like you are underwater.

You can barely feel it but cold hands meet your cheeks, rubbing your skin. So that's who it is. Wanda rests your head in her lap as your hand makes its way to hers resting on your face.

Quickly catching up and remembering where you are, relief fills you when you see her, "Wanda," you smile tiredly. "You're okay."

"I thought I had lost you," Wanda sighs. "I saw you lying here, I thought…"

"No, no. I'm okay," you wheeze out.

"Try not to talk, okay? You need to save your energy," she says with tears filling her eyes.

The back of your head is covered in blood. Dust and mud is mixed all over your face and uniform.

You soon realise you are not actually okay. You know what is going to happen, how this is going to end. You can already feel life slipping away from your body.

Pietro is trying to reach someone through his earpiece but it seems to not be working.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you begin quietly, your voice breaking as tears fall from your eyes.

"Stop… please don't talk like that," your wife begs you. She turns to Pietro and hurriedly tells him to get some medics and a stretcher to your location as fast as he can.

"Wanda, please look at me," you request, before the speedster disappears.

As always you are captivated by her green eyes that the forest surrounding you could never compare to. "Tell the boys I love them," your hand moves to rest on her stomach, "the baby too."

Wanda shakes her head not wanting to accept this was your end as you continue, "God, I hope they get your eyes."

One month ago

The day after your discussion with Billy and Tommy everything is normal, well as normal as the past week has been.

Wanda is forced to stay home because of her sickness while you take care of the boys then take them to school afterwards.

On your return you help Wanda however you can and get her to sit down to relax for most of the day, making sure she takes it easy.

To distract Wanda and even yourself you discuss a variety of things, from; getting things finalised with Fury - he says you will be needed for a little longer while they get the newcomers trained, he promises no big missions are in the near future, to; Billy and Tommy's progress at school.

It isn't until early afternoon that Wanda's phone rings.

She looks at you after she reads the caller ID on her screen, she finds you already looking in her direction.

You turn off the television as Wanda puts down her book to answer the call, picking up the device from the coffee table in front of you.

The look on your wife's face is undecipherable as she responds with short answers and verbal nods. You can't tell if she looks panicked, excited or nervous, maybe a mixture of everything.

A new appointment is set up which makes your stomach flip. Before you can say anything she thanks the doctor and hangs up.

Wanda takes in the apprehensive look you have on but a smile spreads over her face, tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Wasting no time she reveals, "I'm pregnant."

Your eyes grow wide as your tense muscles relax. The smile on your face now mimics Wanda's wide one. You lunge forward kissing Wanda wrapping your arms around each other. You celebrate with teary smiles, hugs and kisses. Words of not believing this is real take over as you place your hands on her stomach.

"You're pregnant," you whisper into the quiet room, the smile never leaving your face as a happy tear falls from your eye.

She puts her hands over yours, "We sure are."

When you arrive home with Tommy and Billy after collecting them from school you share the news. You sit them down and tell them this is a little family secret. They couldn't tell anyone, not yet.

You were probably being a little too cautious but you didn't want to jinx it. It was an easy agreement between you and Wanda to not let anyone know until at least three months into the pregnancy.

Present day

"Well, I hope they get your beautiful eyes," Wanda responds, "we'll see who wins in seven months, okay?"

You breathe out a pained laugh, "You're really gonna fight me on this, right now?"

Your eyes are barely open but grow heavier as your blinking becomes slower. Wanda looks up to see if help is on its way.

As she looks around you take in all of her features. The beauty marks dotted around her face, laugh lines you are proud to be the reason for helping make, her soft skin you like to trace in the mornings. Especially the mornings you wake up before her.

You feel colder and the weight of Wanda's hand in yours is no longer there. The end is near so you take in as much as you can before you say your final words.

Reaching up, you stroke her face with your finger, you hope you are not pressing too hard, "I love you. Always remember that."

When she looks at you, you continue, "You don't have to do it all by yourself-"

"Stop that. I'm not losing you," she desperately cuts you off.

It doesn't deter you from saying what is on your mind. "You have Pietro and Nat. Even Clint is always giving his advice even when we don't ask for it," you laugh getting a small smile from her until you fall into a coughing fit with blood spluttering from your mouth.

Once it subsides she looks at you with her eyebrows cinched, "I'm not losing you," she says firmly and slowly. "I can't lose you."

"You'll never lose me, I'll always be with you," you say, putting your hand to her chest. "Always." A tear makes its way down the side of your face.

You know you don't have much longer. There is not enough time but you feel like you have so much you want to say.

Your eyes begin to droop close, "No, I can't lose you," you just about hear. Your ears feel cloudy, just like your vision. You try to tell her again how you love her, your voice but a whisper using the last bit of energy you have to say it one more time, "I… lov-" with all your energy dispelled you don't stay awake long enough to finish your sentence as your consciousness fades into darkness.

One week later

There is a small smile on Wanda's face as she dreams of you and the boys - it is you laughing with them. Well, you are laughing at your own jokes and the boys giving you a weird look because they don't understand the punchlines. Instead of explaining you chase them around the room jokingly chastising them for not understanding them.

She loves to observe moments like this in your daily life, appreciating having a family of her own. A dream that had to be dropped after she joined Hydra. For a long time she didn’t think she would find her place in the world. Be at peace. But she found it with you.

Her limbs are stiff in her uncomfortable position on the chair she fell asleep in. Night after night of sleeping in an awkward position has not done well for her aching body.

Shortly after you fell unconscious, Pietro returned with Natasha and transportation to get you both out of there. Wanda didn’t let anyone else handle you, afraid they would jostle you too much so she used her powers to levitate you to the stretcher which she then moved to the truck where the medics hurried to look you over. There was no way she could risk losing you if she hadn't already.

If Pietro wasn't there she would have hit the ground as she collapsed, her fatigue catching up with her. She was checked over and apart from a few cuts and bruises she was deemed fine.

No one knew to check the baby.

Something stirs her awake, as usual she hears the sounds of the machines around the private room and footsteps walking up and down the corridor behind her. This time however there is a new sound, not new exactly but it’s you, laughing.

Once Wanda’s confusion subsides she realises your laugh isn’t a lingering sound from her dream. It’s real. Her eyes finally focus enough on you laughing because of something Sam said who is standing beside you on the opposite side of the bed.

The sound is interrupted with you coughing in pain holding your ribs, “You’re the one that needs to stop making me laugh, Wilson.” It is enough to get Wanda to sit upright, the other man in the room, Bucky, catching her movements first out of the three of you.

“You’re awake,” Wanda rushes from her seat to sit beside you, carefully wrapping her arms around you and pressing her face in the crook of your neck, “I was so worried.” She can’t help but let a few tears fall, which you feel soaking into your hospital gown.

After checking you over the nurse was going to wake Wanda but you stopped her, wanting to let her rest. When the nurse was exiting the room she found the men lingering outside your door until she was done for their daily visit.

You whisper reassurances to Wanda, that you are okay and explain that Bucky, Steve and Sam were the closest to the room when you woke up.

Steve left after a few minutes because he was needed elsewhere - training duty with potential new Avengers. He expressed his relief saying he was glad you were okay before hugging you then leaving shortly after.

Bucky taps Sam on the shoulder, signalling to the door to give the two of you some privacy.

"I didn’t mean to wake you, love,” you say as Wanda pulls away, wiping her tears. She takes your face into her hands, “Sam was telling me to - 'Stop laughing, your wife will kill me if she wakes up hearing you in pain'," you mimic Sam as best as you can.

Wanda scoffs and shakes her head at your antics. She looks at you, really looks at you as if assessing you. You look tired, the bruises and cuts that litter your face, arms and peaking out from your robe not helping.

You cup her cheek, tracing a fading cut there as you get her to meet your eye line, “I’m okay,” you promise her, then move your arms around Wanda as tight as you can. You power through, your aching body not liking the movement of your limbs even if the feeling has been dulled down due to the pain medication running through your veins from the bag attached to your arm.

Wanda can’t help but voice the deepest fear she has had this past week, "I thought I was gonna lose you." Your eyes well up because of her shaky tone.

"I know, I'm sorry," you pull back, "I'm sorry. I thought that was it, I was so worried. I had to tell you whatever I could." You look into her eyes, the ones you will be able to continue waking up to, thankful you still get to live your life with her.

Putting your hand on her stomach, you swallow the lump in your throat in fear of the answer you were about to receive, "Did you get checked out? Bucky and Sam didn’t mention anything about the baby."

When Wanda awoke the following day after the mission, she was told she was healthy. It hit her all at once about them not knowing to check the life growing inside her.

She places a hand over yours, with tears in her red rimmed eyes thinking about the worry she went through. First the possibility of losing you, then maybe losing the new part of you she had left.

“Natasha was there when I woke up, she found a doctor so fast when I told her,” Wanda recalls, remembering the sheer urgency she showed to find someone. Natasha all but dragged a doctor into the room to make them check Wanda.

"They did a sonogram," she trails off. You look at Wanda with regret in your eyes for not being there, "I got to see this little one for the first time," she says looking down to her stomach then back at you smiling, "they confirmed, everything is fine."

You sigh in relief, holding her hands between you, "I wish I was there to see and hear their heartbeat with you."

Wanda rubs the back of your hand with her thumb, "Would you like to see?" You respond by nodding your head. Wanda checks the pocket of the hoodie she is wearing and when it is empty she sees the small square photo paper on the chair she has been calling a bed.

Reaching over she grabs the photo that is face down and sits next to you after you scoot over making space for her, "We've got a strong one here," she says holding the image from the sonogram. You rest your head against Wanda's shoulder as you take in the blur of a baby in the picture.

You take a deep breath and smile at your wife. "We need to get that retirement sorted, huh?" You half joke, “This little peanut needs to stay safe, we can’t risk something like this happening again.”

Wanda agrees but senses your worry when you place a hand back onto her stomach, looking at it as if you can see the baby. “The doctors checked everything. Twice over, malysh,” she adds to reassure you. “She’s fine.”

Your head snaps up so fast, a small smile taking over Wanda's face, looking down for a second and scrunching her nose when she realises what she has just let slip. You can’t help the happy tears that well in your eyes, “A girl?”

Wanda replies with a nod, smiling tearily, “The doctor thought I already knew.” You move forward and kiss Wanda as much as your body will let you.

A little girl. She will be the one to complete your family.

After a few moments of silence basking in each other's presence, your forehead leaning against hers, you break it, "I would never have forgiven myself if I died."

Wanda scoffs at your comment effectively breaking you apart, "You wouldn't have forgiven you?! I wouldn't have forgiven you!" You chuckle at her comment.

You take both her hands in yours letting out a breath, “So Nat knows about the baby?” You ask in a whisper and Wanda hums in response. "And who knows about the retirement plan?"

"Just Nat,” Wanda replies.

“We are never going to be able to keep anything from her, are we?" You joke, making Wanda giggle.

"Erm, of course you’re not," Natasha says, walking into the room. "You two are always so obvious when you're hiding something. Though, I will admit,” Natasha pauses as she places her hand on your shoulder when she reaches your side, “I was surprised by the news of the baby." The three of you share a smile before she continues, "How are you feeling?"

"Alive." You smile gratefully, looking at Wanda then back at Natasha, "I hear I have you to thank."

"I'm sure Sam exaggerated but yes. Please send your praises my way," she muses, smiling back at you, taking a step back.

“He did mention something about you bulldozing a few trees to get to me,” you remark.

This gets the three of you to chuckle. When the joke passes Natasha asks, "You up for some visitors?"

As if on queue Billy and Tommy enter the room with Pietro following them. They run up to the bed and practically jump on you.

"Careful boys!" Wanda warns from next to you. They reply, sheepishly in unison, "Sorry mom."

Your chest fills with warmth as you push their hair back while looking at them, "It's okay," you look to Wanda before saying, "I'm okay," with an emotional smile.

Both boys start rambling on about all the cool things they have been doing with Uncle Pietro; playing games, eating junk food and something about being able to jump higher on the trampoline because uncle Pietro can use his superspeed to help. On top of that, how fun it has been having 'Aunty' Monica over too.

"So, not one nutritional meal this week, I'll take it?" You look at Pietro with a raised eyebrow. Then continue with a sarcastic remark, "And I see you've been showing the kids how to be responsible with powers?"

There is a beat of silence as everyone's attention turns to Pietro.

"The candy was fruit flavored!" He exasperates. The boys nod at his statement as Natasha stands to the side with her arms crossed, chuckling while you smile at the scene.

Pietro is about to continue but gets cut off by Wanda with an unimpressed glare, "Let's not forget this extra house guest I wasn't aware of."

"I needed the adult company…?" He shrugs unsurely.

It gets chaotic with Wanda telling Pietro off, the boys trying to defend him and Natasha standing on the side laughing at the whole thing. Even with the pain you can feel you can't stop yourself from laughing too.

Eventually your laughs stop and with a smile on your face, you take in the moment.

You wouldn't have it any other way. This is your family. Your small and silly little family.

You are glad to be able to live another day.

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I feel like I have goldfish memory but good news, I remembered what scenario I was thinking about for once.

So what if reader was trapped in a samsara like the sabzeru festival (is that how you spell it?) But instead of a festival setting it's the day where she got kidnapped by our beloved general.

On this day she got kidnapped it was just supposed to be another ordinary day but then the kidnapping happens and the next morning she sees that's she's back at home and now throughout the day she's been trying to find different ways to prevent the event but always fail in the end.

The only twist here is that Jing Yuan starts to notice how we start to predict his moves and whatever he's going to do so he starts to catch onto what's happening and tries to stop us from going into another samsara but since we don't know that he knows about this time loop he just pulls a move that we weren't expecting and kidnaps us again.

Idk if you've done this but my ✨insomnia✨ ain't letting me sleep till I type this whole thing out 😭

🍰anon

I'm starting to worry about your sleep 🍰anon 😭🥺 You seem to be as sleep deprived as me.

And never thought time loops could be so interesting! This reminds me of a gaslighting post I read before where a girl broke up with her boyfriend and he kept manipulating her by pretending that they never broke up. But this is really a time loop >_<

-CW: yandere, kidnapping, non-con, breaking into your home

On the day of the kidnapping, the sky was overcast, and the continuous dark clouds organized and gathered, swallowing up the sun. Just an ordinary day, a rainy day. The lights of passing spacecraft and the crowds. You complete your daily activities as usual, such as working/resting/shopping/walking/dining. Opening the door, you took off your shoes and packed your rain gear in the hallway, not noticing anything unusual at home…and then…you fell into a coma.

When you wake up, you're in a luxurious room with a cute cartoon tape covering your mouth. You mumbled something incoherent, thrashing around in panic. The huge figure turned - who was that? Who is that? This stranger had long, layered white hair, broad shoulders, and muscles that seemed to be hidden under the armor and cloth. As soon as he saw you waking up, he immediately approached you and spoke softly. "Oh, you're awake. I've already taken a bath for you. Don't worry." The rain fell pattering outside the general's mansion.

What bath? What bath!? For you? Your eyes widened, tears of horror running down the tape. A flash of lightning flashed across your face quickly and then disappeared. Jing Yuan held your face and looked at it for a while before kissing the tape on your lips. "Sh- don't be afraid. I'll be good to you."

If you respond tactfully, there's a chance you won't get fucked immediately on the first day. After a good night's sleep, you find yourself back home, like you've never been kidnapped!! You thought you were having an immersive dream and didn't care, but you've been kidnapped again. What happened happened again.

Check the time on your phone:

[same date].

You have searched several times and calendars on the Internet, but all of them are stuck on that day and have not moved forward. Maybe this is an opportunity to change the kidnapping? You start searching and investigating who that person really is. Of course, Jing Yuan told you the name (lovers will know each other's names.) You found his introduction on the Space Online public think tank… Uh… Jing Yuan is one of Xianzhou's generals.

Xianzhou Alliance, isn’t that a well-known space civilization alliance? He kidnapped you…does anyone believe it?

Within the time loop of the same day, you tried more than ten ways and routes to avoid being kidnapped, including returning home at different times, sleeping at a friend's house, preparing weapons, taking friends home, renting a hotel room to rest, etc. . Without exception, all failed. He can always resolve and recognize your defenses and lead you away.

Jing Yuan actually knows this time loop and all the struggles and precautions you take. He can't help but see how far you can go, how smart you can be, but doesn't want you to actually escape his chessboard.

Until, after you were kidnapped again, you thought you would wake up and return home…but no. Moreover, Jing Yuan has found a way to end this day's time loop, preventing you from entering another loop. He has Xianzhou technology support after all. You look around the room - this is still the General's mansion.

Why?

Jing Yuan enjoys the fruits and sweetness of victory. Putting you at his mercy - stopping your resistance, his warm palm rubbed between your swollen thighs, spreading your buttocks. He holds you with your legs spread forward, holding you like you were a cute puppy, and penetrates you with his cock. Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

"The only timeline is that we fell in love."

#jing yuan x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere jing yuan #yandere jing yuan x reader #honkai x reader

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vanishingcherry · 11 months

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Hi! I see the requests are open so can I get social media au for Ollie Bearman with camille pidoux as the y/n face claim? (I'll drop the detail of request and the face claim's intagram on the next one)

based on this request. hii! thank you sooo much for your request, i absolutely loved the details and tried to make it as perfect as possible.

masterlist

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(EXTRA)ORDINARY LOVE

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olliebearman date nights with my love

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olliefan1 this is like a hair appreciation post

formula1forever its the way we dont even know what she looks like but everyone is already simping over her

↳ olliefan2 its her vibes... theyre captivatingly powerful

olliefan3 I JUST WANNA KNOW HER NAME PLS OLLIE

olliesmysterygf we love someone who loves books

For as long as you could remember, Ollie Bearman had been in your life. Your parents claimed that the two of you met in 4th grade, but you could swear you had known him much longer. It was as though your brain was engraved with images and stories from his childhood, his old picture-books being your main source of entertainment at his home.

The two of you were inseparable growing up. Everyone gave up at some point, your parents, teachers and even friends. You came as a set, and that didn't change when you started dating.

Admittedly, you had been hesitant at first. You loved him, there was no doubt of that. It was clear as day to the both of you as well as everyone else. He loved you too, more than he thought possible. But his career prospects meant he would be far away from home majority of the year. Quite simply, you were afraid he would forget about you one day, leaving you behind, heartbroken and alone. Even as friends you found it hard when he left, it felt like the other piece of you was no longer there.

However, in classic Ollie fashion, he managed to convince you. Alongside a plethora of gifts and little notes, he made a promise to never do anything to hurt you or let you forget your worth. Till date he had kept that promise, not once giving you reason to worry.

The two of you were older now, no longer little kids running around in the backyard after school, but the intensity of your love was the same. Although you couldn't be with him in person all the time, you cherished the moments you could. You went on dates all the time, simple and quiet ones, but they were incredible nonetheless.

Ollie would regularly take you to bookstores, feeding into your love of reading. He didn't read much himself, and was perfectly content sitting back and watching you pick out things to read, looking over the back cover before bringing them back for him to hold. He didn't mind, he'd do anything for you. You were perhaps one of the few people in his life who had never used him for his fame, never befriended him with the sole purpose of scoring passes to a race. It was why he had vowed to himself to never lose you, he understood how rare it was to find someone who cared as much as you did.

Another sign of Ollie being perfect was the fact that your cat absolutely adored him. The moment Ollie entered a room, your cat would forget about everything else entirely, although you understood why, you sometimes wished you could do the same as well.

You loved him, and he loved you. That was all you knew, and all you needed to know.

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yourusername a little bearman appreciation post (because no matter what, ill always love you)

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yourbff HIS HAIR IN THE SECOND PICTURE

↳ olliebearman ITS HELMET HAIR LEAVE ME ALONE

olliebearman thank you my love ❤️

↳ yourusername ❤️

yourfriend you guys are so cute together!

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olliebearman so, so proud and so delighted to tell you that the love of my life got into cambridge! shes the genius out of the two of us, if you couldn't tell... i love you so much darling! ❤️

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olliefan4 CAMBRIDGE? DAMN RIGHT SHES A GENIUS

f2fan ollie is a genius too, he was smart enough to get the prettiest person ive ever seen

↳ olliefan5 yes bcs i want that pink sweater so bad

olliefan6 he brings her flowers that so sweet

↳ bearboy and the way the flowers match her outfit too like this man thought of everything

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olliebearman it seems you have found her... so i present to you the most wonderful person in the world- my girlfriend yn.

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olliefan7 not the emphasis on "my girlfriend" like that man knows were gonna try and steal her

yourusername thank you bebe

↳ olliebearman ❤️

↳ olliefan8 SHES COMMENTING ON HIS POSTS NOW

↳ olliefan9 yes cause we know who she is now

olliefan10 SHES SO PRETTY NO WAY

olliefan11 watch this account become a yn fanpage now bcs honestly i would do the same

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khuzena · 6 months

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Seasons.

Itoshi Rin, Michael Kaiser x g/n!reader

Summary: Like how flowers bloom in spring, how flowers bask in the warmth of summer's embrace, their petals fall in autumn and their essence crumbles in winter. Their heart does too, though it still beats for you <3

Warning: Angst, breakup, cheating, drifting apart, hurt just hurt. No fluff, we don't do that weak sh here (kinda but nothing lasts forever).

A/n: life update. Been gone for MONTHS, sorry for no update :(. i fell in love, fell out of love but took me months to get over and now i came back ^^ tho I'll post a full update if any of you still remember me and want to know everrrrything that went on these months i was inactive:>

Listening to: MR. LOVERMAN

Michael Kaiser

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

Upon this linoleum ground.

The memory still ingrained in the crevices of his heart like a fresh wound.

He remembers it like it was just yesterday.

It was spring when he met you.

His headphones blaring music so loud the world went silent around him as he walked without a care in the world. There you were, some nobody transferee with a dream, three books hugged to your chest as you bumped into him.

"A-ah! Sorry!" The books fell to the ground, kneeling as you tried to grab all your pens that fell too.

Kaiser sips his tea in his balcony, The cacophonic mantra of sorrys of that sunny afternoon still ringing in his ears.

When he also knelt down to your level to help you carry them, he shrugged it off and apologised back.

Your gazes locked, it was new, so exciting. Yet It felt so dangerous.

Then, he swept you off your feet on the summer beach.

There were three things that caught his eyes that day: the endless sea, the ice cream that melted on the sand and you.

"Pfft you— you wasted your ice cream!" That sweet laugh of you still haunting him in his dreams everyday. It was June when he told you -he was lonely- it would be fun if you tagged along in his trip to the seaside.

The soft sand touching your skin and his, as he inched closer to your face. His heart raced, faster than he's ever felt before.

Your lips touching, he expected it would feel like fireworks exploding in new years but no— it felt like home. He was no longer just a man, he was a lover (too).

The sun set and till autumn, every kiss, every hug was straight out of the movie.

It was just the two of you; his eyes never leaving yours, a kiss on his neck or two, maybe even the trickling sweat from his forehead.

Either way, it felt just right.

Autumn, he was tired.

Though he could not leave you, not when he was your loverman.

Not like this.

He may have loved you, but he loved feeling loved more.

A little too much— that he found himself in the arms of another woman.

"It isn't what it seems like, mein liebe please." His fingers gripping your wrist hard, begging you to stay.

How could you? Why would you?

He smelled too much like that other woman.

From a noble, rich, revered professional athlete now turned into an idiotic, dishevelled, weak man. Begging for forgiveness, he got on his knees and sang your name like a prayer but it was no use.

You were no god, it was not your obligation to forgive nor give salvation to those who've sinned.

You couldn't look him in the eye. All your love for him fell in a blink of an eye. Not all of it though.

"I'm sorry, I know you won't forgive me. But please, don't leave me tonight."

It was true when all your love wasn't gone for him, maybe you were selfish too.

That night, you indulged in this sin too. You were a sinner too, maybe even more than him.

You've sinned against yourself, your own morals for your pleasure.

It was Winter when you left.

The morning after that loveless night, he shed his tears in his dreams— he didn't want you to see.

Though you've seen through him.

It was natural to feel hatred, contempt and confusion because of his act of betrayal.

But you didn't.

You cupped his face gently, tracing your thumb over his tear-stained pretty face. He cried again; not in his dreams but in your embrace.

His heart broke more at the sight of you looking at him with such pity.

You've packed your things that day. As you opened the door you were greeted with first, the taxi cab then the gust of strong snow carried off by the wind.

"I guess this is it."

"Yeah"

A man with an ego of god, staring at you with eyes of a believer, still hoping, praying you realise that you can't live without him and run to his arms and stay.

But you didn't.

And you looked back to him one more time, the cold has already frozen your tears.

Then, silence.

'Shit, shit, shit' the thought raced in his head as kept pacing around in the living room.

Though he knows it's for the best. He's a selfish, self-centred, arrogant man.

Though if there's one thing: he loves being loved more than he loves you.

But when you left, he realised he loved you more that he let you go.

He was no longer a loverman, just a man.

Itoshi Rin

The ways in which you say my name, Have me wishin' I were gone

They ways that you say my name, have me runnin' on and on

Not too much, not too little.

How'd he describe his past relationship with you.

It was just right.

Where did it go wrong?

Was it when he stopped saying your name sweetly?

Or was it when you stopped cheering for him in his game?

It wasn't that, he still doesn't know why you both fell apart.

Though as cold as he is, he's as gentle as a flower on the inside.

When you started your midterms, he had a bouquet; the largest in the store possible.

He plopped it on your desk as he saw you tirelessly study your notes. Sighing, he made you some tea to calm your nerves.

"Rinnie, you didn't have to do this," Groggily said as you examined the bouquet to your left, "You didn't have to get me this…"

"But you deserve it."

A flush creeped in your cheeks when he blurted it out with no hesitation, did this loverboy love you to the moon and back this much? Oh how'd you tease him for this a billion times.

The bouquet was still as fresh as when you got them— it was already summer but he took good care of it.

His eyes watching your every move; the clicking sound of your pen, your frown as you tried to absorb the lesson and your oh so pretty eyes.

He could never get enough of this, he's wanted to see this sight every day, every night for the rest of his life.

Maybe marriage would do? But like all stories, not all are fairy tales.

Everyday until autumn he'd take you to a cafe you both liked. It was quiet and it smelled like coffee— the perfect combination.

Like all flowers do, the petals started to fall from the vase.

At this point of the relationship he was too busy to care about getting you flowers, or tending to your needs as he had his to attend to.

But, the relationship was happy… right?

He was oblivious, too naive to notice what was going on.

Though you were there, you wanted to fix things.

You'd bring him tiny trinkets from your work trips, a yummy cake from a nearby bakery or maybe some pair of cleats he was eyeing (though most of the time he already had bought it right after you gifted him one.)

The relationship was getting boring.

It was going nowhere.

Though none of you wanted to go anywhere.

Even though he'd hold you in a tight embrace, it felt cold. Was it the weather? Or was it just him?

The 'I love you's that'd slip from his lips often, stopped. There were no more random compliments or cute nicknames.

An occasional gift or two, though he was an idiot, he gives and gives and doesn't know how to take.

When winter came he was no longer begging you to warm up with him near the chimney or near the Christmas tree.

It was winter, his heart turned cold.

"Lets break up"

Adamancy dripped from his tone, he was serious about it.

"Why?"

Why?

"Because… I don't see this relationship going anywhere."

Your heart shattering into a million pieces, you wanted to punch his stupid face. How could he say that nonchalantly?

Though, it was true.

It wasn't going anywhere.

He knew it was for the better; he loved you too much to trap you in such a boring, loveless relationship.

Maybe one day, it will be spring all over again.

But your hand is holding another man's (or woman's).

He passed by another flower shop, he thinks he should buy you another bouquet again.

Notes: I wrote this at 12 am (it's 2 am now). I apologise for any grammatical mistakes :(( super tired and i have an unfinished sci assignment. I dont wanana live anymoreee. Idk if any of u still remember me tho LOLOLOL.

If u do i'm sorry if i dropped some underwhelming work as a return to the bllk tumblr fandom ehe (no kinktober just heart wrenching angstober ^^)

Written by @khuzena. Likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. ♡

#blue lock x reader #blue lock ansgt #blue lock fluff #blue lock fanfic #bllk angst #bllk x reader #kaiser x reader #bllk kaiser #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin angst #itoshi sae x reader #blue lock angst

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oddballwriter · 8 months

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Post-Nap Lunch

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Summary: A blurb with Marc just being a new dad and doing new dad things

Warnings: It's mentioned that reader was the one who carried and birthed the baby and breastfeeds so yeah, take that as you will.

Author’s Snip: Girl dad Moon dads are best Moon dad.

Notes: I didn't proof read this I just wanted to make something

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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"She's so little." Steven mused from the inside as Marc fronted as he looked at your newborn daughter, Abigail, Abi for short, napping in her crib.

"Well of course she is, Steven. She had to fit in there somehow." Marc said as he also looked at the infant lay peacefully and occasionally suckle on the pacifier in her mouth in her sleep.

"She kind of looks like a potato." Jake commented as he also watched from the inside of the head space, earning a small scolding from the rest about saying such a thing about their daughter. Even if she did look like one, a little.

This was the first time they were actually alone to take care of Abi. You had healed enough from the birth and decided to try and get back to work bit by bit. They, of course, knew the schedule that was settled for her since they've been right beside you in taking care of her but this was that first time that they were actually left to tend to her. And it was a bit intimidating since they're all new dads and worried that something would go wrong.

"Why are we watching her sleep again?" Jake asked.

"This is usually the time she wakes up from her nap, and she's usually hungry when she does." Steven explained. At least that was his reasoning. Marc agreed with him, and that was partially why he was there, but also because he just has a paranoia that something will happen while she sleeps.

"Well why don't we just do something till she wakes up. We have the baby monitor." Jake mentioned, "The most that would happen is that she'll fuss for a bit before we get her." Jake added before Abi starts to wiggle causing everyone to go silent.

She lets out the faintest little grunts before stretching out her little limbs. It takes another moment before she opens her eyes and looks around, now awake.

"Hey there, babygirl." Marc says softly as to not scare her. It takes only a second for Abi to realize that Marc is here before raising up her arms and making little grabbing hands as she makes a few louder noises, wanting to be picked up. Marc unlatches the bars of her crib and gently scoops her up and cradles her closely and securely to his chest, making sure he's doing it right. He's used to the small amount of weight that Abigail has to her so he's less offput by it and slowly walks out of the dimly lit nursery to the brighter rest of the house so that her eyes can adjust.

Abi rubs her eyes a bit before gripping at Marc's shirt. "Yeah, yeah. I know. You want lunch. Don't rush me." Marc comments as he walks towards the kitchen. Though Marc paused once he got there, a thought just now hitting him.

He'd have to get the baggy of milk from the freezer, a bottle from the cabinet, put some of the milk in the bottle, and heat it up while holding Abi. He knew that it was possible. Jake can cradle using one arm, Marc saw him do it. But he doesn't know how to do it and he can't just switch, especially while holding a baby. Marc took a moment before Steven budded in "Just set her down, mate. Her rocker is right there in the living room.".

"But I'm already holding her, and she might fuss or cry." Marc mumbled more so to himself. "She can still see you from there and it just takes a minute to make the bottle." Steven answered.

It took a bit of thinking but Marc managed to think of something. He gently placed Abi in her rocker and hit the mobile above it. And it actually worked. She got distracted long enough by the spinning and trying to grab at it that Marc was barely able to prep the bottle with milk and place it in a pot of hot water to warm up before the infant noticed that her dad wasn't there anymore. Only letting out displeased noise.

"I'm still here, sweetheart. Don't worry. Daddy didn't go anywhere." Marc said as he knelt down next to the rocker so that she could see him. It was so heartwarming to see Abi's face go from agape and confused to a gummy smile once she saw him again. And something that would be more heartwarming to you, if you were there, was Marc referring to him as "daddy" instead of just saying "I didn't go anywhere.". That was more of a thing that Steven and Jake did.

After a while of talking to and cooing at Abi, and distracting her with another mobile spin, Marc got the bottle.

"Okay. Now time for what you actually wanted, huh." Marc stated looking down at Abi and trying to get the bottle into her mouth, but she wouldn't put her mouth on it for some reason. Instead she just turned her head and made a grunt noise in disapproval. "Yeah, I know it's not the real thing but the real thing isn't available right now so we gotta do it this way." Marc said as he tried to coax the nipple of the bottle into her mouth some more.

After a few more seconds of trying, Marc decided to change position... literally, and scooped Abi up and sat on the couch to comfortably hold her and her bottle. Which, with her now being cradled, was now taking the bottle just fine and started drinking.

"There we go." Marc relieved. "Yeah, you would be used to eating this way wouldn't you?" Marc asked humorously while looking down at his daughter. Not like she'd really understand since she's an infant, or care since she was too busy going at it with her food.

Marc honestly had to take the bottle away for a moment to force her into a break because she was eating her post-nap lunch so fast, earning an "Okay, calm down.".

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader

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mackjlee9 · 1 year

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Azumane Asahi x Scary!Male!Reader [Fluff]

So, appearently, this one shot is not published?? somehow?? it doesn’t show up for me on desktop or mobile, so i’ll be posting it now i guess -_-

Masterlist.

Haikyuu!!

Requested by GaurikaDutta on Wattpad

Well, the day couldn't have gone better... well, it could have, if Nishinoya wasn't eavesdropping on Asahi's conversation with his boyfriend. But, was it eavesdropping? He just took a peek at his texts with (M/n).

"Asahi-san has a boyfriend?!" Was what he yelled at the top of his lungs after there were done stretching after practice was over for the day.

Of course, the third and second years had some explaining to do, since they didn't know about Asahi's sexuality. At first, he came out as bisexual, then asexual, and he finally got over his sexuality crisis, and realized he was demisexual. He never had a gender preference anyway, and he loves (M/n) as much as his family.

But, after the little explanation, everyone wanted to meet Asahi's boyfriend, something that made the brunette a little nervous, setting in just ask about it to his boyfriend. Even if he already knew what (M/n)'s answer was going to be.

Neither of them ever realize, well they kinda did, but Asahi never explained it to the rest of the Karasuno members.

(M/n) would go to every single one of their games, he was a scary dude in the audience, no one ever sat less than three seats away from him. His tough and intimidating appearance made everyone coward away from him. But the reality couldn't have been farther from that. (M/n) always tested him after every game, whether they lost or won, to comfort him or cheer him up.

They would meet up in an empty place, usually a deserted hallway, occasionally in one of the empty bathrooms, and no one ever found out. Like they had been dating ever since they met, which was when Asahi was still a first year and (M/n) a second year. Asahi knew everyone -except the first years- would recognize him immediately once they see him.

Well, back in his home, Asahi got a call from (M/n), wondering why he suddenly stopped texting him and Asahi explained everything that has happened almost an hour ago. Obviously, as Asahi already thought, (M/n) accepted meeting the Karasuno volleyball team, a cheerful tone of voice making Asahi's heart beat faster and they talked a little more, before saying their good night's to each other and falling asleep.

The next day, Asahi told them his boyfriend was going to come later in the day, since he had to work in the morning till the afternoon. Now, that made everyone though Asahi's boyfriend was way older than him, so they were kinda nervous now.

After a long way, their everyday practice came by, and they were all getting dressed and began stretching.

(M/n) walked inside the school campus, both hands inside the pockets of his leather jacket, he saw some students leaving the building since they didn't have club activities or just weren't in a club. He walked towards the gym where the volleyball team used to practice, since he had a feeling they still got to use it, and he stood outside by the door.

He took his headphones off, letting them hang around his neck and immediately, he was able to hear the squeaky sounds of shoes against the floor, followed by yells or the sound of the volleyball hitting skin or the ground.

The sounds reminded him of last year, during his last high school match at the Winter Cup tournament. Being the ace of the basketball team made him well known around the school, but people were also scared of him, mostly because of his looks and the way he dressed, but in reality...

He was such a cinnamon roll! Like a cute golden retriever!

And yes, Asahi always told him he was really adorable when he was happy, something that, inevitably brought a huge smile to his face.

But getting out of his thoughts, he heard who he presumed was the captain calling a break before another match, and he finally decided to make his presence known.

(M/n) slid the door open, targeting everyone's eyes. Hinata and Yachi flinched at the sight of the intimidating male, while the second and third years bowed with a loud greeting.

Asahi looked at everyone with a panicked expression, muttering that they shouldn't bow and be so formal with (M/n), which made them stare at Asahi with curious looks in their eyes.

"Asahi-san... you mean... that (L/n)-senpai is..." Nishinoya slowly spoke, causing the third-year brunette to blush and scratch the back of his neck.

"Uh, y-yeah... (M/n) is my boyfriend-" not even a second after, Tanaka and Noya were standing very close to the (h/c) haired male, an aggressive expression on both of their faces.

"You better treat our Asahi-san well, senpai." Boys said, causing Daichi to sigh behind them and Sugawara to chuckle at the duo's antics.

"Yeah, senpai, we're watching you closely," (M/n) kept his serious stare on them, making them tremble as they started losing their confidence, but the male just laugh and hugged them by the shoulders.

"I'm so happy I'm finally able to meet the volleyball team!!" He cheered loudly, a playful look in his eyes as he saw the small middle blocker hiding behind a stoic black-haired setter. "Hinata-kun~!"

He yelled as he rushed towards the smaller male, who flinched and shrieked as he ran away, but (M/n) caught him pretty easily.

"There's no need to be afraid, Hinata-kun, I'm not gonna hurt you." Eventually, the orange-haired male let his intimidating senpai hold him in his arms and soon enough, he was laughing out loud to his heart's content.

"Sugawara-san," the blond walked closer to the silver-haired third-year, and he looked at Tsukishima with a gentle smile. "Could you tell me who that guy is?"

At that moment, he realized that neither of the five first years nor the couch knew who (M/n) was, so he started calling out to everyone.

"Everybody, come over for a moment, you too, (L/n)-senpai." (M/n) had a pout on his lips as he set Hinata down, walking next to Asahi and the rest of his kohais. "Alright, this is (L/n) (M/n), he's our senpai and former ace of Karasuno's basketball team."

"Hi~," (M/n) said with a wide smile while he waved his hands.

Tsukishima sweatdropped at the male's behavior, but soon, everyone was having fun getting to know their senpai, while Asahi just watched (M/n) as he got along with everyone just fine.

Yes, (M/n) might look scary and sometimes he can be a little too much to handle, but that doesn't necessarily means is a bad thing. He was extremely kind and very, very sweet.

Just look at him, he even managed to make Tsukishima chuckle at a joke he told him.

#azumane asahi #haikyuu!!#anime #one shot #fluff #male reader #reader insert #x reader #azumane asahi x reader #azumane asahi x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

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flaxensmile · 4 months

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Neglected

OOOOOOOOKAY, before you guys read this, I have some things to say. This is my first time posting on Tumblr, and I'm absolutely sobbing. I usually keep my fanfics stored away to collect dust, and FOR ONCE I'm publishing SOMETHING. BTW this IS smut. So y'all are in for a ride. PS. Graves is so hot oml.

Also, this is around: 2100 words :)

MINORS DON'T READ, PLEASE. <33

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Smut warnings here: Masturbation, keeping quiet, Y/N getting caught, and fingering. (Tell me if I ever need to add any more. I'm not really sure what to put here when you guys know it's smut.)

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Graves had been your boyfriend for a couple of years. He was often off on missions, coming back stone cold before you fled to his arms. Maybe it was your dependency on him like a fresh fawn that didn't know your right from your left. A poor girl that needed him, and he could so easily have you in bed within minutes. This last time he returned, he didn't spring back as usual. He had been cold and distant, staying inside his office and working on paperwork you couldn't see. Some document or another that was not intended for your civilian eyes to witness what your country may be doing behind closed doors.

Of course, you gave him his space, but it was starting to get to the point where you were left in an empty bed while he was in his office. You had been in cold sheets before, but, this time, he had the option to sleep, and yet he waited till the morning. You haven't seen him in the span of months, and yet not a single hand was placed upon your body. Restlessness became common in your nightly routine. You were left with your devices when you had a random surge of heat between your legs. You were being ignored, neglected, and you couldn't stop them from heating the sheets around you.

At first, you were distracting yourself. It was anything that you could. Cleaning, working out, going out with friends, and nothing kept the heat from reappearing in your downtime. Of course, when you needed Graves, he was working on something you couldn't even see. Locked away behind the door of his office. That seemed to only mock you as you would steal glances from it.

Now, you were in the shower, trying this so-called distraction method you had been doing, hoping that the water would wash away any impure thoughts that had formed. The water ran down your body. The heated liquid created steam within the confined walls of your bathroom. Moisture swirled in your lungs, causing your breath to labor, and that's when you felt it again.

The ache.

The pain.

It was starting to get to the point where you couldn't deny it. Distractions could only bring so much solace to your nerves, and now you were paying the price.

The God-awful price.

Somehow every touch from the rain of the shower water caused small sparks, causing you to lightly twitch. It was embarrassing to have such a pain when your boyfriend of two years was sitting in his damn office. Your first mistake was to think about him. His glasses hung on the lower part of his nose as he mindlessly chewed on his lower lip. The tap of his pen as he held it firmly with his fingers.

His fingers.

Goddamnit. You were setting yourself up for failure as you thought about him. The ache had just become too much for you. You need something. Anything. The pads of your fingers snaked down your stomach, teasing the shocking sensation between your legs. You could almost taste the sense of victory to finally find release, yet you couldn't help but wish it was Graves’.

His hand would appear from behind your vision as he took his sweet time teasing every spot he had learned from his times with you. The thought of his possessive whispers that soaked into the skin of your neck. They had become unspoken rules–prophecies that you couldn't deny or rebel against as the god himself held you down.

You were under his rule–his command as he took what he wanted. Everything swirled within your brain as your fingers danced across your cunt. Embarrassment hit your cheeks as you already felt the slick between the folds. You were like a goddamn animal–a fiend that should be shamed for being so utterly helpless to a simple temptation.

Teeth clamped down onto the soft skin of your lower lip as you held down whimpers and soft moans from the exploration of your fingers. The neglect allowed your body to become more sensitive– more accessible to the sheet-gripping pleasure that had surged up your legs and sent it straight to your brain.

It was mind-numbing as one hand flattened against the shower wall to keep yourself upright. Steam seemed to flood from your mouth as you inhaled it with shallow breaths.

Fuck. You shouldn't have been the one doing this to yourself when your boyfriend was in the other room. This was his job– his expertise and yet, here you were letting your fingers slip within your own folds and doing his job. Your eyebrows furrowed as the damp air collected on your skin. Half of you wanted to barge into his office and demand him of something he had neglected for so long. You deserved it, didn't you? Being the faithful, cute, innocent girlfriend as he got to sit there owning you like a damn trophy.

The hand that held you up in the shower turned into a fist. Anger was your attempt to rebel against his martial law as your fingers increased their speed. It made you clamp your jaw knowing that Graves would hear you from the thin walls between his office and the bathroom.

Of course, an evil, twisted part of you wanted to be loud. Show him that you were pleasuring yourself without him even near you, but part of your throat tightened, causing you to keep quiet. You were just a small, frail fawn living with a wolf that would tear you limb for limb if you didn't stay within your line.

Your fate had been sealed since the day you met him.

Water dripped down your body as your fingers found the right pressure, causing small tremors down your legs. It was hard to keep yourself up with the pleasure your hand was aiding you. Shallow breaths left you before they ceased once the sound of a rolling chair slid across the wood flooring with force. The sudden sound made you stop as heavy footsteps followed.

You fell in the same line within seconds as you tried to act as if you weren't on the edge of climaxing off your own fingers. Those same fingers gathered soap onto them and acted as if you were still cleaning yourself as the footsteps stopped at the bathroom door.

Shit, did you forget to lock it?

The door creaked open as you heard the ruffle of clothes.

Fuck. You are so fucking screwed.

Graves' light grunts of him taking off the clothing filled the bathroom. He was going to walk into the damn shower.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You chanted the same word as you added in a prayer that God existed and saved you from this man, yet he let you down right as the curtain for the shower opened behind you. Not once had you ever had chills in the shower before Graves stepped in.

"Sorry, darlin'. I heard you takin’ a shower, and I just couldn't help myself.” He said with a low tone, avoiding most of the humor as his hand went to your waist. The touch sent a small shiver down your spine. Each nerve lit with a hint of fear and embarrassment.

Fuck, were you loud? No way, you hadn't made a sound, right?

Your thoughts swirled as his fingers on your waist brought you to his chest. A light smack of their skin hitting filled the bathroom as your breath hitched. Graves leaned down to your ear as his breath lightly tickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“Maybe I haven't been paying enough attention to you.”

He heard you.

The thick swallow down your throat was enough evidence to him. Your rebellion had been caught, and now you had to pay the fucking price.

Graves’ hands went down to your hip, tracing small patterns into the skin as you couldn't make eye contact with him. “Maybe I need to make you learn how to look at me when I'm talking to you.” He murmured against your neck before lightly kissing it. This was his calm before the storm. The fact he hadn't pushed you against a wall by now was surprising.

You didn't know what to do. His grasp on you wasn't something you could just slip out of and forget like it never happened. Graves’ claws were sunk into your flesh, creating a well of possession down your veins. It was like a poison that made your knees weak and your breath shamelessly shallow.

Every word of protest you had earlier was gone. It disappeared into the misty air around the bathroom and you had furiously turned into the weak prey. Nothing about this made you completely upset, he was giving you more attention than he had the entire week he had been home. “Mm, you seem to know exactly what I'm talking about, dontcha?”

A shiver ran down your spine once again. “You're not exactly the most quiet.” Graves murmured as his fingers slowly inched to your cunt. You were fighting the feeling of helplessness as you watched his two fingers slowly inch down to your needy flesh. His fingers teased the folds, causing you to lightly gasp.

“You just can’t keep it in ya, can you? ” He said as a dark smirk came across his face. His fingers delved deeper, and it somehow made you furious at how he so easily took control. Graves wasn't learning a thing, only coming in and taking you as if he hadn't been neglecting you for a week. “Did it feel good? Teasing me like that while I tried to work on my paperwork?” Graves teased as his fingers worked in circles.

Your hand went back onto the shower wall as his fingers worked so much better than your own. Graves knew the right amount of pressure and consistency. It made your head lighten and fall like how your knees wanted to sweep from under you.

“And you're fuckin’ wet, Jesus sweetheart.” Somehow through the haze, you got your anger back. It bit the sides of your cheeks as you gritted your teeth.

“We’re in the shower. Of course, I'm gonna be wet.” You bit back in a surge of confidence. There was no way you were going to let it go to waste. It didn't matter if your teeth didn't stick in, but it made you feel as if you weren't giving up.

Graves only laughed with pure amusement. His fingers continued to roll the sensitive skin of your clit as you tried to fight off his motions. “Don't try to lie to me, sweetheart. I know the difference between your slick and water.” He said before letting his fingers go down to your entrance.

Fuck. You're a fucking gonner. Maybe surrendering was the better option.

The guttural moan that left you as his fingers curled within you made your eyes slightly roll back. It was borderline embarrassing to see how much damage he could do to you with just his fingers. You wanted to bite back. Sneer at him with bared teeth, but you knew his white pears were sharper, more profound as he had ripped into you before.

How could a prey fight against her predator? The monster that seeks out her torture?

Your legs were shaking and your body kept close to his as you used him as a pillar to keep you up. The water from the shower became needles into your back. Their pricks reminded you of your place as Graves started to thrust his fingers in and out of you. He knew how to make you kneel, and it had become your ultimate flaw. The fact you couldn't sink your teeth down anywhere made you embarrassed, yet you had the thrill of being preyed upon.

As sick as that reality was, it was the one you were in. A cycle of being hunted as Graves kept hitting your G-spot over and over again with his fingers. It wasn't long until you climaxed, letting out a whiny whimper and a shudder. Graves silently chuckled against your collarbone as his hand retreated from you. The slick washed away from his fingers as he lightly kissed your neck.

“Atta girl.” He praised before leaning back and watching you from behind as you shuddered and shook from the intense pressure of your climax. “But I ain't done yet. I need you in the bedroom in ten minutes.” Graves said before leaving the shower and heading out of the bathroom door.

You were fucked.

#phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #graves cod #smut

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starryalpacasstuff · 2 months

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Indian BL? FROM 2017????

There's an Indian BL from 2017 that I just watched. And I have incoherent thoughts

Before I continue, massive thanks to my bestie @anixknowsnothin for telling me about this show and proofreading the post for me. You don't even watch bl so I have no idea how you found this, but I'm incredibly grateful nonetheless

Here's the link to where I watched the show from, there's a glitch in the first episode subs where the subs seem to be from another show entirely, but it's only for the first ep and about 50% of the dialogue is in English anyways, so it shouldn't be hard to follow.(My ask box is also always open if there's a specific dialogue/scene in Hindi that you want the translation of)

Edit: The link seems to be region locked, so to watch it you can use a vpn and set your region to India, otherwise the episodes are available on youtube, albeit without subs

Note:- this post is going to have a few mild spoilers throughout, but I'll flag major spoilers in red

It's no secret that India is fairly behind when it comes to queer love shows if we compare it to other Asian countries. While it has a handful of great queer shows and movies, it's still quite a small quantity. Additionally, before this, I'd never watched an Indian show that felt like I was watching a bl (if you have recs, please send them my way!!). I'm not going to get into the technicalities of what feels like a bl and doesn't, because honestly, I'm not completely sure myself. For now, I'm just going based off of vibes and feelings, and this show felt like a bl through and through.

Titled 'Romil and Jugal' after its main characters, the story is a modern, desi, bl remake of the classic story...

Romeo and Juliet

Well, Bad Buddy was the first Thai bl I ever watched, so Romil and Jugal being the first Indian BL I watched just feels right, no?

I didn't actually know that the story was based off of Romeo and Juliet till the second episode, because I didn't bother looking for a synopsis, and jumped right in. However, it's links to Romeo and Juliet quickly became apparent, around the same time I started to see similarities between this show and Bad Buddy. I also did not know that this show came out in 2017 before I googled it, having already watched the entire thing, which was a pretty huge shock, because this BL is progressive by 2024 India standards.

Alright, enough of my rambling. Here's a synopsis of the show in case you haven't heard of it. (I couldn't find an official one, so I did my best to write a spoiler free synopsis)

Ramya happens to start talking to a slightly older woman at an airport, who believes that there is no romance in the younger generation. To prove her wrong, Ramya decides to tell the older woman her brother's love story. The story from the past is shown to us as Ramya narrates it to the woman in the present. Jugal is a closeted 19-year-old who lives with his parents. One day, a family moves into the house next door, and Jugal immediately falls for the son, Romil. The two of them attend the same college, and eventually become friends. The two of them eventually get together, but have to face the challenges of a homophobic society and having parents that hate each other.

I was a little skeptical of the show going in, but the show surpassed all of my expectations in the best way possible. It's no masterpiece, and it has its flaws, but it was far better than what I expected. It had both comical elements and darker themes, and it did not shy away from exploring the darker themes at all. Oh, and it has a few musical numbers. What did you expect? This is India after all.

The show is 10 episodes long, with 20 minutes per episode, and so it does unfortunately fall into some of the pitfalls that shorter shows tend to fall into, namely underdeveloped relationships and rushed endings. I did end up feeling a little bit like it didn't make sense for the pair to sacrifice and suffer as much as they did because they hadn't known each other for very long, and I felt like they should have been given more time to fall in love with each other. But it also could be argued that the show stays true to the play, and Romil and Jugal are dumb teenagers who make mistakes and stick with each other through them. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it.

One thing that I loved the show for was that it showed us that the relationship is not all sunshine and rainbows. They argue, they break up, they get back together, and they do argue even after that. But every time, they eventually work through the issue and reconcile. The show even depicts Romil dealing with internalized homophobia and struggling to reconcile with the fact that he will never be who his family wants him to be. Although I do wish they'd have had more time to explore this, I'd say it was decently depicted and handled. The show really delves into how children are forced to uphold their family's wishes and are constantly put under pressure to make them proud. Although it clearly affects both of them, it's more obvious with Romil, who is expected by his family to date and marry the daughter of his father's boss, whom they think he is dating. There's a metaphor along this theme too, where Romil pretends to like the mango shake that his mom has been making for him since he was a kid, even though he hates it, and when he tries to tell her, he has to act like it was a joke to spare her feelings. The show also goes into the communal mindset of basing your actions off "what will people think?", and you can see how a lot of the characters' actions throughout the show are haunted by this question. Some of Romil and Jugal's earlier disagreements are due to this very mindset.

The show also very candidly depicts the extreme homophobia of society in India. Romil and Jugal had to constantly hide who they were, always having to keep up a mask and I felt that reach somewhere deep inside me. When the pair come out, the show really shows how ugly homophobia can be in India. Their parents immediately disown them. They're mocked in college and wrongfully suspended for a fight that was provoked by other students. Very, very few people stand with them, and the pair very quickly realize that now that they are out, they simply cannot live in the city anymore. So with the help of Jugal's best friend and her mother, they flee to Mumbai, where they get jobs and live as paying guests with a friend of the aforementioned mother. But, even in Mumbai, the masks stay up. They have to act like cousins, for fear of being persecuted. The series depicted the worst-case scenario that so many of us live in fear of, so watching it was something of a cathartic experience for me.

Another thing that the show did quite well is showing how different people and their mindsets can be. Jugal's best friend, Ahalya, and her mom are very supportive, and they help the pair out quite a bit. Ahalya's mother provided a safe house for the pair and helped them find a fresh start. Meanwhile, Romil and Jugal's parents are incredibly homophobic. There was a scene that really stuck with me, (mild spoiler ahead, skip to the last sentence of the paragraph) where Ahalya's mother came across Jugal's mother, who prided herself on being educated and well-read, searching up how to cure homosexuality. Ahalya's mother then tells her off for calling herself educated yet believing that homosexuality is an illness. It is so important to me that the show depicted both the violent homophobia that permeates Indian society and the surprising, warm acceptance that one can find.

One final thing that I loved about this show so, so much is just how authentically Indian it feels. Asian cultures share a lot in common, but they also have their differences, so seeing a show where I can imagine encountering the characters in real life is really amazing. Rather than something big, it was little things sprinkled throughout the story that warmed my heart. The story felt like something I could hear the local aunties gossiping about. The way it depicts queerness in India hits incredibly close to home.

One thing I've learned watching Asian bls is that the ending of a show can make it or break it, but with this one, I'm stuck. The best way I can describe the ending is absolutely insane and incredibly Bollywood.

I believe this show was supposed to get a second season because the last two minutes of the show leave us with a massive cliffhanger. Now, it's been 7 years, so a second season is unlikely, so I'm simply pretending that the last two minutes of the show never happened. But the ending has so much more to it than just this (Major spoilers for the ending up ahead. I mean it when I say major, this is like going into Bad Buddy knowing that they're going to trick their parents in the end).

About halfway through the show, I remembered what play it was based upon and realized that there was a very real possibility that Romil and Jugal would die. The first half of the last episode leads up to this, telling us that they died when reconciling after an argument in the middle of the road when they were hit by a truck. We get a super emotional scene (yes, I cried) where the two families somewhat reconcile in their grief as they go to the police station to identify the bodies. Except... they're not dead, which is revealed when Romil's father hugs Romil's (not) dead body. They reveal that they planned this to show their family that they still loved their sons. I did say it was like PatPran tricking their parents in the end, didn't I? So the families reunite, Romil and Jugal get jobs in New Zealand and get married, and return to India for a wedding celebration (yes, I cried. again). The ending does feel slightly rushed, but if I'm being honest, it wasn't as terrible as it could have been. Believing that your child is dead for a bit is a somewhat justifiable reason for a sudden change of heart. There's a part where Romil and Jugal tell their parents that if they choose acceptance, they can reconcile, but if they choose to remain prejudiced, Romil and Jugal can simply get back on the stretchers, because they'll be as good as dead to their families anyways and it is *chef's kiss*.

All in all, the show was surprisingly heartfelt and poignant. It had me laughing, kicking my feet and even crying. There's a lot more about this show that I could talk about, but I'm going to stop here for now, and I'll try to write more on it later. This show really does deserve more recognition than it has, and I'm almost mad at myself for not knowing about it before. Am I being really biased when talking about this show? Absolutely. But I do think that this show is a worthwhile watch, and I'd really like to see what other people on here think of the show, especially because I'm aware that I am biased towards this show.

I'm tagging a few people who I know might be interested/have some thoughts about the show because this is a show that I really want to hear other people's opinions on and have conversations about, so I hope you guys don't mind!

@waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm

#good lord this post is almost 2k words #i think this is the longest post i have ever written #and there's more thoughts rattling around in my brain about this show #did i convince you to watch the show?#please say yes #i need people to talk to about this show #bl recs #indian bl #indian bl recs #romil and jugal #romil & jugal #bad buddy #i mean it's related #how does everything i write about somehow find it's way to that goddam show #but seriously romil and jugal was surprisingly very good #i did not expect it at all #but i have never been so glad to be proven wrong

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ily-fictional-women · 1 year

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Date Me?

Summary: Not so close coworkers to friends. But with a caring bond like that, it's kind of hard to love someone just as a friend.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know!

Word count: 1104

a/n: Reader and Wanda are the same age post Age of Ultron I just couldn’t find a good source for her age around that time. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

There was a gunshot for comedic sake on the show Wanda was watching, and suddenly she was back there. The day that about seven gunshots took him away from her, her brother. The first week without him was a blur, and all it took was the sound of a gunshot to bring her back into that blur. Her breath quickened with tears starting to stream as she slowly moved her knees to her chest in a sitting fetal position.

The room continued to feel smaller by the second, but then she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She was worried it was Steve entering to give her another one of his generic pep talks– but a relief washed over her when she realized it wasn’t him. The words didn’t come clearly to Wanda

till she brushed a hand against Wanda’s jaw motioning for her to look at her.

“Hey, hey, you’re having a panic attack. I’m gonna ask you a few questions alright?” Wanda nodded her throat still feeling tight. “Good, okay, what’s your name?” She stuttered, her breath shaky, “Wanda. Wanda Maximoff.” Y/n rubbed her back gently, “Good, good. You’re doing great. Okay, now, what are two favorite colors?”

“Red and orange.” As she answered Wanda noticed that her tears were still falling but they became slower, and so had her breathing. “That’s cool, you’re doing amazing. One more question that’s all okay? What’s a show you like?”

“Bewitched.” Her breathing had finally regulated, and when it came to the crying all that was left was a few tears she quickly wiped away with her long sleeve. “Better?” Y/n asks with a soft smile. Wanda nods, “Yeah actually thanks.” Y/n lets her eyes wander around Wanda’s room but puts her focus back on her, “Do you want to be left alone now.”

Wanda twists around the hem of her sleeve in her hand, “No, not really.” Y/n sets her hand that was on Wanda’s back down onto the bed they had both been sitting on watching the TV that was still playing, "Okay, that's fine."

"Can you remind me what your name is again?" She looks back at Wanda that soft smile coming back faintly, "Y/n. We didn't get much time to talk the last few times we were around each other." Wanda stammers at the reply, "I- uh. I didn't do anything to you those first few times did I?"

Y/n quickly shakes her head, "No, and I wouldn't be mad right now if you did."

"Why not?"

"Because you were doing what you thought was right. It wasn't your fault you were misled." Wanda looks down at her hands, biting the inside of her cheek a little. She hadn't had these powers for long and she already caused so much pain and chaos with them.

Y/n could tell she was starting to spiral, or at least get lost in her own world, "Hey. The rest of the team was planning on ordering takeout and watching a movie soon. Did you want to come with me? It might feel good to get out of your room for a little."

To most people, Wanda would have said no. But with Y/n, it felt a little easier, better, and less forced. "Sure."

“Look at Maximoff out of her room and everything.” Clint grinned, followed by a quick glare from Y/n when Wanda’s back was turned. “Where is everyone?” Wanda scans the large living room, besides Clint the only people left were Sam and Bucky. Clint shrugs, “Last minute mission or something,” he smiles cynically. “And I was planning on going back to Laura and the kids because you all annoy me.”

Y/n takes Wanda’s hand in hers dragging her to the couch, “Love you too old man.” After a few murmurs from Sam and Bucky with confirmation they weren’t going to stay for the movie and Clint finally leaving that left Wanda and Y/n alone. “So, do you have any movie suggestions?” Wanda curls up into a nearby blanket shrugging, “No. You have any ideas?”

Y/n pauses tapping the remote against her chin trying to think. “Oh! Have you ever seen Enchanted?”

“No, what’s it about?” Immediately Wanda could see Y/n’s eyes light up, “Basically this animated princess winds up in the real world, in Manhattan, and its about all the craziness that happens because of it!” Wanda tries to hold back a big smile at Y/n’s excitement, “Sounds perfect.”

Midway through the movie Wanda turned over to Y/n, “Can we do this again? It’s just nice.”

“Yeah, yeah that’d be great.”

For a few months, Wanda had gotten closer to Y/n. Although to her realization it wasn’t as close as she wanted. The first time she realized this was when she was during another movie watch. It was the way she slowly grazed her hand against hers before holding it. Or the way she could be so reassuring after missions.

“How do I tell her I like her?” Clint groaned at the question, “What does this have to do with the mission report?” Wanda pleaded, “Please.” Clint hopelessly closed her laptop. “Do you know if she likes you back?”

Wanda shrugged, “I don’t know maybe.” Clint raised an eyebrow, “Can’t you read minds?”

“Yeah, technically, it’s complicated around her.”

“Well, then the best you can do is be honest with her. Hope for the best.” Wanda sunk into her chair, “Amazing.”

“You ready for movie night?” Y/n stood outside Wanda’s door, a blanket already draped over her shoulders. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be down a minute.”

“Well don’t take too long I picked a good one.”

Watching the movie was nice, but the closeness was nicer. Gathering up the confidence to ask Y/n she gently squeezed her hand for her to look at her instead of the movie Y/n put on earlier. "What's up Wands?" Typically the hand squeeze was a sign she was nervous, which wasn’t totally false. "What if we went on like a date? Maybe to like a bookstore?" Y/n looked at Wanda cluelessly, "What are you saying, Wanda?"

Her tone went quieter, "What if we dated? Like more than friends." A small smile crept onto Y/n’s lips "I'd like that." The moment would have been nicer if it weren’t for Sam, "HOLD UP!" Sam said dramatically from a distance getting closer. "So the two of you weren't dating this whole time?!" Y/n looked at him confused, "No why?" Sam facepalmed groaning, "I just lost $20 to Bucky."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff oneshot #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel fancic #clint barton #marvel imagine

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charliesgoodboy · 1 year

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Takemichi(the really hot timeskip one) x Male reader

WARNING: No matter your age(I really dont care) you are consenting yourself to read NSFW themes dont blame shit on me if something bad happens

A/N: this was supposed to be posted on @secretivemessenger's bday but I got impatient. Also this was written some time ago it was just in my notes- ewwww I'm reading over it rn it is so cringe🤢 imma change a few things hol up

"Boss! Boss I- oh..sorry did I wake him??" A worker of Takemichi walked in holding paper work for him to do.

"No, I'm sure he's still asleep, one heavy sleeper might I add." Takemichi chuckles as the worker blushes in emaressment.

You on the other hand were "sleep" on Takemichis lap cuddled into his chest, your body rising to each small, and shakey breath you take.

"Just set the papers on my desk please." The worker nods quietly walking over to set the papers his desk, walking away soon after.

"It's ok, gosh stop clutching so hard, your gonna give me bruises through my clothes." He says softly, your nails slightly letting go of his shoulder while still holding on.

"Hey hey, don't worry they're gone, calm down your clenching around me like crazy you know." He laughs quietly, while using his hand to softly caress your back, and using the other to do paper work.

His touch was soft, yet threatening, like he's telling you to stay still, and if you move your getting what he gives which you can't handle.

But you didn't care.

If it means getting fucked into than it's worth it.

You slightly rock onto his lap needing him, no you were needy you wanted him doesn't matter what it takes.

"Oi, quit it. Be a good boy and wait till I finish." He demands. But how could you possibly wait that long? He pretty much had mountains of paper work on his desk, and you know damn well he's taking his sweet time.

You grinded on him once again but harder, causing him to groan at your actions.

"Shit..you want it that bad huh?" You nod at his words, clinging harder onto his suit jacket.

"Use your damn words. I won't know what you want if you don't speak." He says sternly, his voice getting slightly deeper.

You inhale shakily, your lips quiver when your words quietly come out your mouth.

"P-please, I need you deep in me...and to fill me up with your cum please.." He knew you wanted this the moment you sat on his cock.

I mean of course you would, who wouldnt?

He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you speak up for me please??"

You hated this. And he knew you hated this. That's exactly why he did it, for his own pleasure as well as your own pain.

"Go ahead. Say what you want. What you need from me, go on." He urges you to say it.

"Please..I'm begging you, i-i need you in me..to fill me please..Takemichi.."

"See now, it wasn't that hard now was it? You even asked nicely, such a god boy for me yea?" He says patting your head, ruffling it a bit.

"Alright, if you want it so bad, get off and lean on the desk." You nod, doing as he says, propping your elbows on the desk.

Expecting to have to wait a while for lube obviously, it was the exact opposite you instantly felt his large hands on your waist.

"W-wait, your not going to-"

"Nope♡"

Without any warning he instantly slammed into you, one thrust after another, tears brimming at the corner of your eyes, choked noises coming from your mouth, your hands harshly gripping the edge of the desk.

No one could really hear you, but fuck the thrill of someone being able to hear you begging for more of Takemichi, and god if someone walked in on the two of you, just the thrill of it.

"Huh? Are you crying already? Isn't this what you wanted? What are you complaining? Oh it's fine I'll stop." God no, you didn't want him to stop, you needed him to keep going.

You shake your head no.

"P-Please! No, d-don't pull out!"

"Very well, we have all we want until someone walks in, but i'm sure you'd like that too."

#Rays bday smut #takemichi x male reader #Tokyo revengers x male reader #Takemichi x male reader smut #Tokyo revegers smut #hanagaki takemichi #Male reader insert #Bottom male reader #Top Takemichi

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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hi!!! i stumbled upon your broken promises series and love it a lot❣️ i realized that although it's ddlg stucky daddies don't rly seem to engage with baby sexually? it's just a lot of spanking when she misbehaves! so i'm curious do you plan on writing smut for them?? a little sleepy cuddles?? teaching baby to pleasure her princess parts??? i think it would be sooo😳😩🥵

blurb for broken promises: be a good girl for us

warnings: dark!daddy!stucky x reader, smut, ddlg themes

a/n: oh definitely. i haven't written smut for it yet but i definitely want to. i think in terms of engaging with hersexually they took their time and sort of did things at her pace. i did write a blurb a while ago but i didn't get a chance to post it but here it is!

She had fallen asleep after a rather brutal punishment from Steve for being bratty all afternoon and saying 'no' to everything he asked her to do. He tried to be patient with her but he just couldn't take it anymore after she 'accidentally' knocked over the milk after he asked her to go stand in the corner for timeout. He dragged her back to their room and she knew she was in trouble. At first she thought he was just going to spank her or humiliate her by dressing her up in an outfit that played into his fantasy. The last time she misbehaved like this, he told her if she wanted to act like a bratty little baby, then she should dress like one too. He made her walk around in an embarrassing set of light pink panties that had little satin ties on the sides. He didn't let her wear anything but the panties the entire day, forcing her into his arms whenever she felt cold.

However this time, he decided he wanted to try something else. He threw her on the bed, before getting up to lock the door. She gulped as she noticed the punishment box in his hands. Knowing that Bucky wasn't home, she felt even more terrified that nobody could save her from this punishment.

He put the box down on the bedside table before pulling her to the edge of the bed. He carelessly tore off her panties and threw them on the ground before climbing on top of her. She closed her eyes, too afraid to open them. However, she quickly opened them up as she felt his fingers starting to trace her inner thighs. She looked at him with a confused expression on her face, wondering why he was trying to make her feel good when he brought her there for a punishment. He slowly started to move up, gently circling his thumb over clit. She bit her lip and tried her best to be quiet as he started rubbing her faster, however, she couldn't help but moan his name as he spread her legs further apart. However, just as another moan escaped her lips, he took his fingers away making her whimper and beg him to continue. Ignoring her protests, he grabbed her wrists, holding them down above her head, and took out the wand from the box. She'd seen it before but she'd never gotten a chance to try it. He carefully turned it on and placed it between her legs, turning up the setting every now and then. The minute he could feel her getting closer, he would quickly turn down the setting to the lowest, making her whimper and beg. Tears were streaming down her face as he turned off the wand and replaced it with his fingers again. She begged him to let her finish but he just chuckled and said, "Only good girls get to cum."

Eventually, he stopped torturing her and got up to put the box away and wash his hands. He left her crying on the bed for him, till she eventually cried herself to sleep. However, she woke up when she felt the wand pressed up against her once again. She opened her eyes to see Bucky standing over, gently pressing the wand against her.

"It's my turn now, pretty girl. Maybe if you're good for Dada, I'll let you cum in a bit."

#haleyhunwritess #soft!dark!stucky x little!reader #soft!dark bucky barnes #soft!dark bucky x reader #soft!dark steve rogers #dark!stucky #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #daddy!stucky x little!reader #brokenpromisesau!#brokenpromisesseries

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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Seductress. - ITZY - Ryujin x M! Reader (+18?)

Tw: a whole lot of blue balling and cockblocks, trust me, even I got frustrated writing this myself.

She's oozing confidence...

She's something else...

She's well aware that you're staring...

She's doing it on purpose...

She's holding her pose for you...

She's seducing you...

"Cut! One hour break!" Finally the shoot's finished. You can take a well earned breather as you rest your behind on one of those flimsy ass film set chairs.

"Good work everyone..." There she goes acting all cute and professional as if she's the world most innocent human being, paired with her cutest dimple ridded smile.

"Great work out there." You said to Ryujin with the most convincing tone.

"You too, baby~." Oh boy there she goes.

Thank heavens nobody was near the two of you when she replied. You just quickly brush it off as you turn to the monitors to recheck the photos.

"Did you enjoy the shoot?" She asked, as her hand snakes down from your shoulder to your arm.

Tingling sensation comes up to your ear causing you to shiver as you feel her fingers softly glides on your skin. A blow to your ear almost brought you to yelp as you continued to brush it off.

"Oh-ho, you're resisting well today." She whispered as the staff left one by one to take their breaks.

"We're not doing this now Ryujin." You replied with such confidence.

"Oh really? Says who?" Said Ryujin who lips are inches away from your ear.

"As if you weren't getting turned on when watching me strike those seductive pose." Her hands has surprisingly traveled farther than you've expected having landed on your thigh.

"Uh... You're not taking your breaks?" Ryujin's hand was about to reach your weakpoint when you heard a voice from your back that cause the two of you to act naturally.

"R-ryujin s-said s-she wants t-... To u-uh, check the shots." The guy just shrugs before leaving the two of you.

"Safe." Ryujin suddenly took your camera before handing it to you.

"W-what am I going to do with this?" Confusion floods your mind as she pulls you to the set.

Without any word she gives you a wink sending shivers down your spine. You brought the camera up to your face aiming at her.

She strikes some basic poses but boy do those poses look so much sexier. Ryujin was hitting it tho. Not just the post but also your buttons... Overall, it's just Ryujin wanting more photos of her etched in the camera and mind, until...

You gulped loudly after seeing that smirk. It was a warning for what's to come, you know it... You've been here before.

Ryujin then pulls down her jacket unnecessarily slow, her grin is still there as her eyes bores a hole in the camera lens straight to your eyes.

A few clicks from your camera signalled Ryujin to strike another pose and boy did she strike another one pulling the thinnest thread that's considered as the strap of her top.

Your finger froze on top of the shutter button, this didn't go unnoticed as Ryujin raised an eyebrow, further lowering her top till her chests are ALMOST exposed.

"What's wrong?"

Beads of sweat forms on your forehead as you contemplate on hitting the shutter button, though it's totally useless since the lustful image of her is already engraved in your mind.

Your heart couldn't take it any more, you turned away breathing heavily as you try and fan the collar of your shirt as if that will help with your current situation.

Ryujin chuckles at your effort before commenting. "Dummy, quit acting as if this is the first time you've seen them."

She's technically wrong... It happened around 2 months ago.

[Flashback]

"ITZY?" Your shocked tone made the recruiter chuckle.

"Yeah, big fan?" He asked.

"You bet." Replying with a smug tone.

"That's great but remember you need to be professional, or else the client will most definitely replace you."

"Right. Right..."

You smile from the inside while trying to calm yourself, after all you're going to see ITZY in person as well as have the chance to take pictures of them.

The day went by quicker than you've expected, you just assisted the main photographer taking hints on what you're supposed to be doing. You held yourself together pretty well, managing not to passed out after actually seeing ITZY and giving them a handshake.

Now it's the end of the day, you stayed to help out with the packing up and if not the most cliché thing you saw Ryujin's necklace as you're cleaning up the equipment.

So you did the most cliché thing as well, hand it to her personally, you walked past a few RV's labelled staffs only before seeing one that says ITZY.

You were about to knock when you suddenly heard a click from the door and in such panic you hid in a small crevice beside the stairs for the RV.

"Did you see the new camera guy?" You heard the members voice as they stepped out of the vehicle, you can clearly recognize Lia's accent and the other members laugh.

"He's pretty cute though... I know right, that's why Ryujin took almost forever to finish." Yuna replied as you just hid there whilst also trying to hide your blush.

"Speaking of which, where's Ryujin?" Yeji asked.

"I'll be right there, I just need to... Urgh!" You heard from inside the RV as Ryujin seemingly struggling with something.

"Okie, we'll go ahead then?" Chaeryeong asks and a hum from Ryujin signalled the girls to keep walking.

Soon after the girls have left. You exit your hiding spot to check on the RV. You can hear Ryujin rustling and grunting as she continues to struggle on whatever the heck she's doing.

You're currently leaning on the RV's door when you realized that it's not even close. With a little tap it got ajar.

It was like the doors to heaven, as lights from the inside hits your eyes and once they're adjust you're greeted by something more blinding.

"Oh..." Was one of the last things that you'd expect as Ryujin's reaction. After all you've walked in on her while she's changing.

"I-i... I'm... I-..."

"You're staring..." She said with such a calm tone.

"I-... I'm sorry, it's... Uh..."

"Y-you're... G-gorgeous." What Ryujin did next will be a memory that will be in your mind for the rest of your life.

She slowly walked towards you as you just laid on the floor of the RV helpless for what's about to happen.

"Tell me something... What do you think of me?" Ryujin said as she squat down to level with you. You can see her safety short hugging her lower regions really well.

"I-uh... Think... You're..." Damn it complete something.

"Cute? Hot? Sexy? Beautiful?" Ryujin smugly replies as then she crawls slowly towards you.

"A-..."

"A?... All of it?" She asked cutely tilting her head to the side, you could only nod to get some form of conversation as the distance between the two of you have been gradually reduced.

"Hey~." Perhaps you were so lost wondering how did you end up in this situation that you've failed to realized Ryujin's hot breath brushed against your neck.

You tried to pull away but she grabbed a hold of your collar pulling you in closer with her lips lightly touching your neck.

You whimpered at the feeling as you can just hear and feel Ryujin's chuckle against your skin. You mindlessly whisper. "Professional... professional."

"Oh... Is that so?" Ryujin pulls away as she straddle your legs between her warm thighs that's crying to get out of her safety shorts.

"So, that's why you're not swayed by my subtle hints earlier." She wondered.

Mentally smacking yourself from forgetting as you remember that earlier during the shoot she was constantly making subtle eye contact with you and that caused her sessions to take up a bit of more time.

"Do tell, are you really going to keep being professional?" Ryujin ended her question in such a sultry tone.

"Y-ye-." Just when you thought you're finally about to finish a word, Ryujin puts her finger on your lips to stop you.

"Listen, new guy... We idols always need to keep it professional when working and that..." She paused.

"That's tiresome for most of us." There it is again, that grin

"So, right now we're not gonna be professional, okay?" She wasn't suggesting, it was more of a guarantee. As her hand travelled from your cheek to your chest and finally your bulging lower regions.

"Mhmm." You moaned as her warm breath continued to brush against your neck.

"I'm so done with being professional with you... I want to..." Her hand grips you on top of your pants as a yelp escapes your lip.

"Ravage you." She ended.

Just as your lips were about to crash a knock was heard from the outside.

"Unnie?" You two heard Yuna as she knocks continuously.

"Looks like this has to happen some other time." She whispered before winking at you.

"I'll be there just a sec!" Ryujin replies to Yuna.

"Alright but you've been there for far too long, do you need any help?" Yuna asked from the outside.

"Nope! I'm good..." Ryujin smiles before grinding on your leg.

You let out a yelp but thankfully Ryujin's hand covers your mouth immediately.

"Safe." She winks at you once more before placing a kiss on your cheek.

You sat there holding the spot on where she kissed you wondering what the in the fuck is happening.

[Flashback end]

Now you're back in the same predicament. You're frozen as Ryujin steps closer towards. Suddenly the temperature of the room becomes hotter.

Ryujin's eyes met yours, you tried to look away but it's too late, she has already closed the distance between the two of you. With her soft delicate hands, she gently turned your head to face her.

"Why don't we... Pick up where we left off the last time?"

She wasn't asking, or even suggesting. She's holding you down with her arms snaking around your neck once more your reasoning being taken away one by one with each second her skin touches yours.

Your senses hit as you feel yourself tighten through your pants and you embarrassingly tried to hide it. Your hand was slapped away however once Ryujin noticed it.

"Nah ah, I already know you're packing. So, there's no point in hiding it." She smiles before cupping your bulge.

You thought about moaning but that was all there is as your lips are now sealed by hers. Ryujin smiles in the kiss as she can feel your pathetic attempt at fighting it.

"So, you still planning to be professional?" As her other hand guides yours to her lonely breast. You gulped loudly feeling the supple ball as she gave you a close up of her lip bite.

"T-they m-might com-." Ryujin wasn't about to let you finish your stupid attempt at ruining her moments as she locks lips with yours once more.

She was aggressive and assertive as she slid her hand in your pants feeling you even more with just a singular fabric in between her hand and your manhood.

"Ugghh." You moaned as Ryujin grips your length tighter.

"Didn't I tell you that..." Having a hint of what she's going to say you focused on not letting out another sound of pleasure as she just continues.

"I will..."

"Ravage yo-."

"Ryujin?" Your eyes went wide when you suddenly heard a familiar voice right behind the blinds that separates the main background from the equipments.

You two panicked as the person slowly pushed aside the blind. Failing to move quickly enough you didn't have to help remove Ryujin's hand from your pants and just opted to.

"WAIT!" You and Ryujin shouted in perfect sync.

#itzy #itzy smut #ryujin #itzy x reader #male reader

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babylaptop · 5 months

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setting up an ipod is harder than you fucking think

just spent the last life four+ hours setting up this ipod classic 4th gen. here's a summary of all the problems i ran into:

(1) ipod had files in it. they appeared as gray and un-editable on itunes, so i thought reseting the ipod to factory would be the fastest and easiest solution.

turns out the last step of the process is connecting ipod to a wall power source. i do this. nothing happens for at least an hour. ipod is stuck in "connect to the wall" icon screen no matter what i do. the internet says it needs to connect with an actual apple firewire wall connector, which i do not have. tried using my ipad's charger with a usb-to-usb-c adapter that i own. didn't work. eventually figured it out the problem had to do with the amps it needs to get defibrillated. i remember that i own a pretty hefty power bank with a 5v/2.1a output. it works. ipod is reset. i have a nice fun time adding the 6 or so songs i have downloaded on my computer (:

(2) i had downloaded soulseek a while ago and gotten frustrated with it but decided to give it another spin since piracy experts on reddit sing it many praises. it seems to have a heavy culture of egalitarianism: a pop up window informs you that a lot of people's download's are restricted only to other people sharing files.

__(2.1) it prompts me to enter my account and password but i don't have one. there isn't an immediatly visible 'create account' link. i google this. eventually i find this soulseek forum where a ton of normies are asking questions pretty regularly. excellent. i search my problems and someone else has already made a post and had the question answered. thank you normies. also: google groups is still a thing???????

the inability to create an account is a weird bug. someone's answer tells me how to circumvent it.

__(2.2) i still can't search for anything. there are no files in this wasteland. i turn on my vpn. put my humble six songs in a folder and share it. voila!!!!!!!

soulseek is actually VERY cool. you can browse other people's music folders, which opens an incredible secret world of possibilities re: finding new music similar to your tastes. EXTREMELY exciting. feels like i'm in a cool secret club of the internet. feels like the old internet.

i download one (1) lana del rey song that's stuck in my head. choose .flac (a lossless audio file) because i want to be fancy.

(3) ...........itunes doesn't read .flac files

__(3.1) searches: what files does itunes read? > which of these files is best for lossless audio? > how do i convert .flac files to itunes-compatible file types? > download foobar2000 > click around till i figure out how to convert .flac files to .wav files.

__(3.2) it works! (: the songs are now in itunes! (:

............but the metadata (album cover, genres, artist, album, etc) doesn't transfer. i don't want to manually input it again. searches: how to keep metadata when converting files? tutorial is slightly different from the version of foobar i have, but i eventually find the setting to keep the metadata.

(4) it works! (:

.............but it won't transfer to my ipod ): i get the message: your ipod can't read this file <- paraphrasing.

okay. searches: what kind of files can an ipod classic 4th gen read? (perhaps they are different from the files itunes can read. this is, after all, the last version of itunes ever released, many years and itunes versions after the ipod classic 4th gen.)

this information isn't in the wikipedia page. this isn't in the ipod wiki. can't even find this model in the official apple pages. it's mentioned in several reviews but it's the wrong model. christ almighty. ok. here it is. found it. allegedly it should be able to read it. ok. why isn't it.

read through forum threads. some people say older ipods get fussy with high bitrates. (search: what is a bitrate? oh ok. higher bitrate > higher audio quality. got it.)

bitrates reccomended by foobar: 180-300something. lossless file bitrate: 2000 and change. hm. surely that's a huge difference.

i convert the .flac file to .mp3 instead.

__(4.1) it works! (: the files are in my ipod! (:

.....but goddamnit, i'm stubborn, and this goddamn ipod is supposed to be able to read apple lossless files (basically a .flac file, but designed to be used with apple products. lol.) i don't want a lameass mp3, i want lossless goddamn quality! even if this brick of an ipod won't be able to play it! it's the principle of the thing!

______(4.1.1) okay. try to fuck around with bitrates in the settings of the apple lossless conversion on foobar. foobar is like "you don't have the right encoder pack, bitch" <- paraphrasing.

oooh. surely, this is the problem. i download encoder pack.

______(4.1.2) foobar is like: "you don't have the right encoder pack, bitch" <- paraphrasing.

me: [crying] but i did.

foobar: bitch.

______(4.1.3) search: why is foobar calling me a bitch? > reddit thread: look closely at the sphynx's riddles three: it doesn't say "you haven't downloaded the encoder pack." it says: you haven't installed the encoder pack. (<- NOT A JOKE.)

go to C: > program files > foobar > find the encoder pack i downloaded > click on all the .exe files. powershell windows appear and dissappear. basically: stuff happened. i'm certian.

_____________(3.4.3.1) i'm STILL getting the riddles three message, but the same reddit thread says: if you know you solved th riddles three, you can just ignore it (: so i do.

__(4.2) .flac files seem to have been successfully converted to apple lossless files !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

....but i am back to "your ipod can't read this shit!!!!!!!!!"

do some more searches > turns out it's a weird itunes glitch. the thing is just moody. try turning it on and off. try disconnecting and re-connecting. try resetting your ipod again.

try uninstalling and installing again.

(5) "iTunes Library.itl cannot be read because it was created by a newer version of iTunes"

.......................to be continued. if i don't kill mysuelf first.

#apple #ipod #itunes #i did a couple more things but i am tired and want to go to bed i hate it here #progress report

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hi!! i saw the event post and immediately i was interested. nanami kento + angst prompts 9 + 11, gn!reader pls! (could u also maybe include reader being hurt and him comforting reader? if u want ofc) anyways i'm looking forward to this, and take ur time!!

the picture - nanami kento

summary: you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in.

tags: angst but there's comfort at the end, marriage, fighting, pet names (baby, love), overthinking

notes: it was so hard to not cry while writing this like gosh but im glad i could get out of my writers block bc of this

"kento, all i'm asking is that you help me with the wedding planning. i understand that you are busy and so am i. i just need-" you paused yourself, trying to carefully pick out words that won't set off your fiancé. "i just need you to be here with me. you even missed our kimono and dress fittings today." for a to-be-wife, you knew you shouldn't be this hesitant to touch nanami but as your hand went in to graze against his, it shook anxiously.

"if you understand then why don't you just leave me alone when i'm working? let's have this conversation later." nanami retracted his hand from under yours before brushing you off as if you weren't anything important to him. "you always say that and i'm tired of being ignored like this every time i try to talk to you." fighting with nanami was nothing new. petty fights, serious ones, or even jealous fights, the two of you knew that if you didn't calm down and communicated your concerns, you wouldn't get anywhere.

however, now, you felt as if you were just a lousy bug, flying around and about nanami's ear. "just talk to me please. you can't expect me to take care of this on my own. it's our-" the shakiness of your hands only worsened when you felt your heart rate increase. the pounding against your chest felt as if it was in your throat. no matter how many deep breaths you took, it just wouldn't ease the feeling in your throat. it squeezed and squeezed until it could choke a sob out of you. crying wouldn't get your way, you knew that, but somehow you couldn't stop yourself from letting tears fall down your face. "please, for the love of god, shut the fuck up for once. im busy so please leave." you were used to it. used to the monotone of his voice. yet his voice was laced with nothing but annoyance for you at the moment which shocked you to the core. you didn't need to turn around to know that nanami's own words didn't register in his brain yet.

without saying another word, you quickly left his home office. you looked around the shared house, different pictures of the two of you together from graduation up till now, but none of them stood out to you except the one where nanami proposed to you in. a smile subconsciously snuck a way onto your face before you quickly shook it off. you felt as if you were betrayed, no, mistaken by his words. nanami promised that no matter what, you were together, a team, that would help each other through the most difficult days and the easiest. and yet, here you were overthinking, on whether or not nanami truly meant his words. no, nanami never goes back on his promises. especially to you. but you couldn't help but to second guess yourself on if it was worth it to go back in there to try again and apologize but there was nothing to apologize for. you never did anything besides support him throughout his work. how come he didn't do the same?

your eyes wandered until it landed on your keys dangling from a rack near the front door. you doubted yourself. you doubted nanami's love for you in that second. you shouldn't have, really, but recently his actions weren't proving you wrong. hesitantly, you looked down at your engagement ring before looking back at the picture. no, you can't, you said to yourself before grabbing your keys and leaving the house. you didn't have a clue as to where you wanted to go but as long as you didn't have to be around nanami at the moment, anywhere was fine.

just somehow, somehow, your subconscious followed the same familiar path. the same roads that felt like home as they were leading you to the place in the picture. as if you wanted to relive the moment, not wanting to face reality. the bright half-moon that accompanied the twinkling stars in the sky did everything they could to comfort you, in some way. the picture was taken a little bit earlier in the night however you could see the soft glowing moon in the sky up above the love of your life kneeling before you. oh how you wished that nanami was there to hold you in his arms as he swayed along to the sound of the rushing river down beneath you. his chest pressed firm against your back as his face was cradled in your neck. your welcoming scent filled his senses as he basked in your love. nanami pressed soft kisses onto your neck, claiming that he's only trying to warm you up from the chilly summer nights. "yeah, whatever." you rolled your eyes clearly not annoyed as you quietly chuckled to yourself. "mm turn around." nanami said as he removed himself from out your neck, placing his hands on your hips loosely. "i love you." nanami whispered as he dived into your lips. "i love you too, future husband." the two of you laughed, flustered at the new name he held for you.

that moment was nothing more than two months ago. you sighed as you leaned against the same railing, hearing the same river flow down the stream, seeing the same moon that shined above, smelling the same occasional whiff of a nearby street food cart, and tasting the same chap-stick off your lips. it felt all too familiar but felt all the more distant. the feeling was comfortable but awkward as you stood there alone. though all you needed was time alone, time to calm yourself down before trying again. but that time was cut by the soft tap on your shoulder. "kento?" you nervously called out, your voice wavering as it filled the silence. "what are you doing here?"

"i could ask you the same."

"how did you know i'd be here?" you slowly but surely removed yourself off of the railing. the comfortable atmosphere faded out to be uneasy. the once comfortable silence came to be suffocating as you felt yourself being torn apart in nanami's gaze. "where else would you be?" nanami spoke after taking a deep breath. if nanami was being truthful, he saw your eyes linger on the picture before you left. the dejected expression that filled your eyes as you turned away towards the door made his heart drop. he didn't know where he stood with you at the moment, so he refrained from touching you. but all you wanted was for him to embrace you in his arms and hold you there like he did two months ago. it seemed as if the world was plotting against your desires. however, nanami took a step forward, shortening the distance between you two. you took a sharp breath in before looking away, pretending as if anything was more important than the overwhelming presence of your fiancé. and at that nanami felt daggers shooting into his chest. it was his fault entirely but he couldn't help but feel hurt at your reluctance to meet his eyes.

"please look at me." nanami pleaded as he took one step closer. you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding in as you turned back his way. your eyes were glistening in tears yet looked dry in expression as you met his. the ones that would be lighting up with love as soon as you laid eyes on him now were the ones that offered nothing more than a look of somberness. "i wish i never acted the way i did towards you, i'm sorry." your nails dug into your palm as you fought back the tears that threatened to fall once more. one step closer. that was all it took for him to only be mere inches away from you. "i should have never said those things to you and i am so sorry, my love." you truly couldn't stand it. being so close to nanami and yet his hands were placed by his side. but you were mad at him, you felt so displeased with yourself and him that you didn't know, you didn't let yourself be comforted by being in his arms. however, nanami couldn't let you stand there, fighting yourself in complete silence as he watched the victorious tears fall down your cheek. he carefully brushed back strands of hair behind your ear before slowly bringing you in his arms.

and upon impact, you softened. your tense shoulders dropped but the sound of your crying only got louder into his chest. his work shirt was getting drenched but he didn't care. not when your muffled cries were the product of his actions. nanami stood silently as he ran his fingers through your hair, petting it calmly as an action to soothe you. "baby?" he called out when he noticed your cries started to get quiet. you hummed as a response, too scared to trust your voice. "look up at me." you pulled yourself from his chest, looking up at him with tearful eyes but nanami only took his thumb to wipe away the stray tears. "i love you" nanami softly smiled as he witnessed your first smile of the night. "i love you too, future husband." though the two of you weren't bashful of the nicknames as before, it was used as a way to ground yourself. that after everything, nanami was still here, ever so hopelessly in love with you. "i'm sorry i've been so caught up in work recently. but let's go home and figure something out, okay? we are a team and i'll make sure it feels that way." you nodded as laced your hands around his torso. "okay."

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