#I was distracted by the purple suit jacket

[only-one-brain-cell]

I was yesterday years old when I realized his suit jacket is purple.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #I should have posted this yesterday #I was distracted by the purple suit jacket

[randomshyperson]

Old Yellow Bricks - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: The conclusion to the adventures of an international thief and an Avenger witch. Or the one where you stop skipping work, Valentina answers the phone and Wanda does an ultrasound.

Warnings: (+18), smut (wanda taking the lead ‘cause that’s hot), bl*wjob, unprotected s*x, creampie, more shapeshifting stuff, some supervillain drama, minor angst with a happy ending I promise. | Words: 7.094k

A/N-> Hey folks, yes, I know I disappeared for a long time but I was so busy and mentally exhausted that I couldn't keep writing anymore, and I used practically half of my vacation just to get a decent amount of sleep. This story was almost abandoned, but I decided to give it an ending, even if it was a bit hasty, out of affection for the plot and out of consideration for those who have followed it up until now. I hope you aren't too dissatisfied with the ending, I tried to address any loose ends and leave it open to the canon we already know. Good reading.

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-&-

It shouldn't come as a surprise that you got caught. But you did, mainly because for the past weeks you've felt so comfortable around Wanda that for a moment, you weren't you. No international bounty for your head, not gangs or supervillains or big schemes. 

Just you and Wanda.

Your small argument with the Black Widow was to blame for your distracted state, but fairly, those men were probably following you for a while now, just waiting for the right opportunity to show themselves.

They weren’t aggressive, despite everything. You're just walking a little further from the hotel and this Van - Strategically hidden with paintings from a pest control service - was parked next to the sidewalk and you immediately knew. The door opened and nobody came out. 

It was an invitation.

You took a deep breath and a last glance at the street before getting in.

The face of one of Valentina's most trustworthy henchmen, Mrs. Cassian Camorra,  came to focus in the poorly lit car. He was not alone, masked guards armed to the teeth took every other seat. The only vacant spot was for you.

With a discreet shift, there was no longer much difference between your muscles and theirs. The change made the white-collar man chuckle at you.

“There's no need for that, reaper.” Says Cassian with a smirk. “We're not here for a fight.”

You stare at him with an indifferent expression, lifting your chin a little. 

“The Guns send a different message.” You say but he smiles again just before nodding to the others, who immediately relax their alarmed posture even though they continue to listen to the conversation. In that small space, it would be impossible to do anything else.

You don't let your guard down but sigh once your eyes meet Cassian’s again.

“I don't go by that name anymore, Cass, you know that.”

He chuckles. “Would you prefer shithead?” He teases but you roll your eyes, wishing this conversation would end soon. He laughs again at your expression. “I still don't understand why you would be ashamed of one of your greatest achievements. The Reaper was a goddamn legend! The name gave people the chills!” He recalls excitedly. 

You swallow, shifting in your seat. “Just tell me what you are here for.” You cut his enthusiasm with a sharp demand, managing to make your voice deeper. The security guard next to him has this immediate reaction of touching his gun, but you offer him a cocky smirk before focusing on Cassian again.

He adjusts his suit, one of his hands moving to his jacket pocket to grab something. A small purple cart is extended to you but you don't move a muscle.

“I'm not looking for a job at the moment.” You tell him but he chuckles, flipping the card to show you the back of it.

You thought it was the traditional mission paper with a coding at the back, for you to find target information but instead of that habitual info, there's a written number there.

“The Countess asks to meet in person.”

You don't grab the card. “If that is what she wants, then why didn't she come here herself?”

The man chuckles, and without giving a damn about the concept of personal space, he moves his hands to find your pocket and shove the card inside.

“The Countess is a clever woman, child. Why on earth would she talk business with your new superhero friends around?”

“They are not my friends.” You mutter, pushing his hands away with a slap before pulling the card out of your pocket. “And if she really wished to see me, her face would be the one to welcome me into this car.”

But when you make mention of getting up, Cassian loses some of the calm facade he kept so far. 

“Sit your spoiled ass back right now, kid.” The bodyguards in the two seats behind you grab you by the shoulders, but their hands move away once you are back at your spot so you don't try to start a new fight. “This is the problem with Valentina's little freaks. You all think you're special. She's too soft with your type, so you grow confident in your insignificance. Let me tell you what's going to happen if you don't take this cordial invitation seriously, Lady Fontaine. Every favor for your protection, every deal, is off. You won't be CIA protégée anymore, you'll be on your own. For once in your life. That might talk some sense into your head.”

The anger is burning in your chest because of the cruel words but it spreads around with shame and guilt. Tears beg their way to your eyes but you keep your cheeks dry.

“I've been alone my whole life, Cass. You don't know shit.”

But he laughs, truly, as if you're joking.

“Alone? You? Hydra's golden egg goose?” He mocked managing some chuckles from his colleagues. “You're the one who doesn't know shit, you brat. You have no idea what people like us would do to have the kind of protection you so proudly display without a second thought. The mansions, the travels, the luxury. All that money. And don’t get me started on the attitude. The rest of us living in the gutter, trying to survive out of crumbs while freaks like you get to walk around like you own the world.” He narrates with a trace of bitterness and contained hatred that makes you shudder.  “How many times have you walked out of prison? Do you think it's the same for the rest of us? That we get those same privileges?”

Some redness escapes to your cheeks but you manage to keep your cool.

“I have no power over how things happen in our line of work, Cass. And I am hardly the one you should be angry at. Those privileges you say, believe me, they came at a very high price.”

But Cassian rolls his eyes, dismissing your words with a hand gesture. “Fragile. You always have been. Crybaby should be your next nickname.”

You sigh impatiently and this time, when you move to open the door and leave the car, they allow it without any fight. Standing on the sidewalk, you hear Cass hold the door open and look at him one last time.

He leans for one last warning. “If you ignore her invitation, she will have her answer. And we will be back, this time, not for a conversation.” He lets you know with a little smile that makes you shallow hard. The possibility of putting Wanda in danger makes your heart miss a beat. And when Cass lets out a small exclamation as if remembering something, you somehow know it's not a good thing. He searches in his other pocket only to take a small photo.

“Almost forgot. She asked me to give you this. A gesture of trust, she said.”

But that was nothing trustworthy about Valentina being aware of you and Wanda's relationship, especially for such a long time. The picture is from a security camera and is clear by the poor definition, but still, that day is still fresh in your mind as if it happened yesterday. The Avengers fair you once infiltrate to find Wanda, only for her to end any plan you might had or ever could by kissing you. Inside those tents you were safe but outside, the camera caught the last kiss you stole from her before your departure.

The fact that Valentina knew about this, for so long, makes you feel sick in your stomach.

You don't take the picture - it's a symbol of the false freedom you possessed under Valentina's wigs. You storm off and hear the agents giggling and muttering threats before the car is gone, and so are you when you make a curve that takes you back to the hotel parking lot.

The whole thing made your blood boil. How dare she? What was she even after, what did that photo even mean? Was it a treat? Or it could really be a gesture of trust? Something like, yes she knew and she never did anything about it, so maybe Valentina doesn't want your complete misery.  But then again, you know her well enough to tell that every action she takes is a well-planned one. If she knew about your relationship with Wanda and allowed that with no fuss other than a small bait in the first weeks, telling you to read Avengers files in an attempt to get you away from Wanda, then for sure, Valentina had a bigger plan. 

And for once in your life, you're done with being the pawn.

Wanda's asleep when you're back in your shared motel room so you do your best to keep it quiet on your way to the bathroom.

This will be painful but you're confident you can manage, with your powers help at least.

The small device hidden under your ribs is a high-tech tracker and it's your last physical connection to your old life. It doesn't work unless you want it to, because it answers to a biological stimulation only you can provide. Baron von Strucker gave this to you as a work tool, if you were ever captured, you could call for help without anyone being aware.

You haven't tried to use the device purposefully in years, but sometimes, when being too hurt, it would activate on its own. And because it's quite easy to forget a hidden object behind your ribs, it occurred to you that it has been active since you bled out in Greece, the same day Wanda called to tell you she was pregnant.

The realization that Valentina was aware of your location for so long, Wanda's and her friends especially, rips a sob to your throat. It’s more painful to know you’ve been putting her in danger than the open wound.

You muffle down your crying the second you hear the bed shifting. But luckily Wanda doesn't wake up. Taking a deep breath, your shaky hands keep doing the hard work - to cut open with a medical kit's scalpel your skin so you can remove the tracker.

It's painful of course but it ends quickly. You don't need a badge but it does take a lot of energy to heal on your own so when you're finally back at the bed, after destroying the little device with a squeeze, storing everything else, and getting clean, you're quite exhausted. Stumbling around, you do a poor job of laying down without much noise.

Your girlfriend only grumbles sleepy in return before her magic brings you closer to her body.

-&-

“Wake up.”

It's less gentle than previous attempts, but Wanda had to do it. You were really disturbed in your sleep - mumbling and sweating as if you were running.

Your restlessness and discomfort disturbed her greatly, but she gives you a tender smile as she sees all the tension ease when you meet her eyes.

Sleepily, you close your eyes again the next moment and Wanda takes the opportunity to move the sweaty hair away from your face.

"You were having a nightmare." She mumbles, and she's almost sitting on your lap so you think that it would be a waste to miss the opportunity. Your hands bring her into the position with ease, but Wanda has concern on her face. "Talk to me, detka."

A smile fills your lips, and you remain in a half-asleep state. "I love it when you call me that. You're so lovely, Wanda."

A faint blush fills your cheeks, but Wanda is determined to clarify a few things. "You came back late and as big as a bodyguard. I want to know what happened." She says, and seeing you sigh with your eyes closed, she frowns her heart racing. "Did you find trouble?"

"No, everything's fine." You retort quickly, stubbornly. And Wanda tilts her head incredulously at the clear lie. You finally look her in the eye, and she thinks it's unfair that you're such a pretty liar. Unable to hold her gaze, you look away, the flush on your face more from embarrassment than anything else. "It was nothing." You correct, annoyed, and Wanda sighs at the whole thing. She hopes that one day, your barriers won't have to be so raised all the time and you'll be able to trust her by instinct. But considering the kind of life you've led so far, maybe something like that is just impossible to achieve. 

She moves one of her hands to your face, caressing the skin tenderly. "If you can't put it into words, let me see."

You close your eyes again, nodding, and the invasion is almost immediate. The whole thing happens very quickly - Wanda is getting better at it. Accessing last night's memories is easy, the hard part is dealing with their significance.

When she comes to her senses, the room comes into focus again and so does your turned-away face. Pure guilt and shame in your expression.

"I'm sorry." You say promptly, your voice a bit tearful. " I keep fucking things up. I brought them to us because I forgot the damn tracking, and I got everyone in danger. I understand if you're angry and want to shout at me."

Wanda sighs at the words, shaking her head. "No one's going to be yelling at anyone." She says, her hands moving lower to pull your shirt up a little. She traces the new scar, feeling some of the tension leave her shoulders as she sees that, apparently, you've healed fine. 

"Don't ever do anything like this again." She says, and you sniffle.

"That was the only trace I had-"

"Not that." She cuts in seriously, waiting for you to look at her. Wanda looks more hurt than angry and that confuses you. "You can't just self-harm in the bathroom and sew yourself back up in silence. You have to tell me things. You should let me take care of you, all right?"

Aware that the warmth spreading through your chest is quickly creeping up your neck and ears, you give up on putting together a coherent sentence. You nod quickly, and Wanda gives a weak laugh.

"I'm not angry." She continues, adjusting your shirt again, although her hands remain underneath, drawing patterns on your skin as she speaks. "You're always so... jumpy. And you get into trouble like it's second nature. And you're so incredibly stubborn-"

"Thanks." You grumble ironically, but your annoyance turns into a choke when you feel Wanda shift in your lap. It's an intentional fit at your hips, she's probably noticed the bulge you'd forgotten you were even carrying now. And the fit takes the air out of your lungs and makes your body jerk gently, waking you up completely. 

Wanda doesn't pay a second's attention to your reactions as she continues to talk. "You also have this habit of not letting me finish my sentences." She says with a little grin, her eyes dilating as your breathing starts to get heavy. "And I have to admit that you're hard work, but darling, you're worth every second of that effort. I wish I could take all the pain out of your past, but since I can't, I need you to understand that you're no longer dealing with things on your own. That I'm as devoted to you as you are to me."

These are romantic, intense, and considerate words. But Wanda is grinding slowly against your hips as she says them and you can only return a desperate nod, a deep moan tearing its way into your throat.

Wanda won't even let you lead - Your hands grab her barely covered ass through the oversized shirt she's stolen from you in an attempt to intensify the friction, but bright magic threads pull your wrists away in the next second. 

With your hands pinned to the headboard, you can only squirm at the mercy of the woman on top of you.

"You feel bigger than last time, baby." She whispers, almost losing her train of thought during a particularly hard thrust against your hips. You struggle to breathe.

But Wanda stops, and you bite back a sigh of frustration as you stare at her in a mixture of desperation and curiosity. She works with a certain urgency on your underwear, but instead of rewarding you with her warm cunt, she moves away until she's between your legs, her nails scratching your thighs.

"W-wanda, what are you doing?" You ask, suddenly very shy, your eyes slightly wide. She giggles, as her magic removes your underwear completely, and she leans in, planting kisses on your thighs that make you shiver.

Her dominant hand finally grabs your length and it's not very gentle so you let out something between a moan and a whimper and Wanda looks at you with a certain regret.

"Sorry, babe." She says softly, still holding you now more carefully. "I've never done this before."

Your mouth is dry, and your eyes want to close and just enjoy the sensation, but you fight these instincts to speak. "Done what, Wanda?"

She giggles mischievously, and her hand moves slowly, giving a tentative squeeze that makes the muscles in your thigh twitch. "You know what." She says in return, although you both share the strong blush on the cheeks, Wanda seems more confident about what she's about to do. "It can't be that hard. And if I do something wrong, you can just tell me to stop."

"Wanda, you don’t have to-" But she leans in, and unceremoniously takes your member into her mouth. You break down in an aroused sob, arching up on the bed. 

It's heaven, you're sure. Wanda Maximoff decided to wake you up with a blowjob, it’s a gift from the heavens that you must definitely don’t deserve but you won’t complain. You struggle against the magical chains just as you struggle to breathe and not to come immediately when Wanda continues to suck you off. 

It's sloppy at first - as she mentioned, she had never done that before. But the lack of practice doesn't make the act any less deliriously enjoyable. You feel very close very quickly and have to use all your concentration when Wanda meets your gaze, mouth full.

"Jesus." You groan, your whole body vibrating. Wanda pulls back, licking the tip and your eyes roll back. "Fuck."

She revels in your moans as much as she does in the whole thing. She can feel her own core throbbing at seeing you so pathetically at her mercy, but she wants you to finish first. Her hand moves to help and with each lick of the head leaking pre-cum, your body jerks in a way that makes the bed shake.

"Come on, baby, you can cum." She encourages you firmly as she alternates between sucking and licking. "You need this. And I got you."

You cry out the warning, and Wanda takes your whole length so as not to waste a drop. Your back arches on the bed, and the hot shot is deep into her throat. Wanda moans in return, making a mess all around as you try to return to orbit, your chest heaving and your body jerking.

She kisses your now flaccid member, biting back a smile as she watches the final throbs. Taking advantage of your state, Wanda resumes her previous position on your lap. Her magic fades from your wrists.

Just the brief rubbing of her thick thighs against you is enough for Wanda to feel you harden again.

"Are you sure, babe? You're still shaking." She asks teasingly, but all you give in return is an affected chuckle, your hands helping her to settle into you. The invasion happens slowly, and Wanda groans satisfied at the proof that yes, you are bigger. The stretching is gentle, and it's not painful because she's soaked, but it's still there and she has to bite her lips as she slowly sinks down until you bottom up.

Panting together, you watch her adoringly, your hands on her hips helping her move.

Wanda doesn't rush things. She rides you leisurely, feeling every inch of your cock inside her warm walls until the slowness is too overwhelming. 

Her hands rest on your shoulders, and you don't care that her nails are digging into your skin because Wanda feels too good for you to think of any other sensation than that tight pussy wrapping around you.

She holds your gaze, and between the grunts and moans she lets you know; "I love you." You can only nod, trying to gasp the same when Wanda suddenly bounces harder.

One of your hands grips with more strength, enough to mark the skin and she has to grab the headboard for a firmer support.

You groan at her nearly roughness; "Easy, woman." You try, even though she's grinding vigorously and the room has started to spin. "Wanda, damn it. Be more... ah... careful. You're pregnant...slow down… God."

She comes first, which is a surprise because you honestly don't know how you managed to hold it for so long.

You're still coming inside her when she collapses on top of you, falling down against your shoulder. But then there's satisfied laughter filling the room, and a joke about that being a very incredible way to start a day.

-&-

It's decided that you guys need to move as soon as you and Wanda are properly dressed and Wanda has encouraged you to be honest with the other Avengers.

And she also doesn't need to be a mind reader to know that there's something wrong with Natasha, who doesn't offer more than a mumble of agreement and doesn't say anything about you keeping a tracker jammed in your ribs all this time. 

While Wanda goes out to buy breakfast for the team, you stay behind and busy yourself packing the bags. But she is recognized at the grocery store near the motel when she tries to buy breakfast. It's just a child and her older sister, wanting photos with an Avenger, but it still causes her so much anxiety that she goes back to the bedroom with something more than food: a box of hair dye.

"I thought I'd follow Natasha's idea." That's what she gives as an explanation, and you laugh confusedly but end up believing it until Wanda has bleached spots and ends up confessing what really made her late. 

You're standing in the doorway, and she's focused on painting her hair, her eyes meeting yours through the reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"I'm sorry for not saying it right away. I just didn't want to worry you." 

You let out a sigh before offering her a small smile. "No problem, love." You assure her, reaching over to pick up the empty box of the product and read some of the labeling on the back. "I'm more concerned about whether pregnant women can dye their hair."

Your comment makes Wanda giggle. Her magic continues the process of coloring the spots, and she busies herself with washing her hands at the sink. 

"Well, most pregnant women can't manipulate energy and move things with their minds. I think I'll survive." She jokes back, sticking her tongue out at you when you smile. It ends up being a small grimace battle before you return the empty box to the garbage can and lean in to steal a kiss from her.

Wanda smiles through it, but her cold, wet hands reach under your blouse and make you jump. She laughs at the reaction, and you can barely notice the time passing as you play with each other and wait for the dye to finish settling on your locks.

When Wanda disappears back into the bathroom for a while, you wait for her to finish washing her hair and nothing really prepares you for the new look. Your girlfriend is slightly shy as she reappears, the towel still slung over her shoulders.

"So, what do you think?" She asks about the red hair and you swallow dry, speechless. Wanda blushes immediately, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. "What?"

"You look..." Your voice fails you and you have to clear your throat. "Really beautiful."

Wanda smiles, but then raises an eyebrow, gesturing gently in your direction. "It does seem that you truly like it, dear, I'm flattered."

You blink in confusion, before following her gaze and noticing your own body, and the bulge in your pants. Grinning in embarrassment, you quickly cover yourself with the nearest pillow. "Sorry." You mumble with your ears burning, but Wanda giggles, glancing quickly at the ajar door.

"I wonder if we still have time before we leave." She comments, scarlet threads appearing through the wood with the thought of closing it, but as if guessing the intentions of a delay, the door suddenly opens and Captain Rogers is practically pushed inside by Natasha.

"Nice change, Maximoff. But I hope your suitcases are ready." That's what the widow said, and she looked stressed, most likely because of all the stories about her adventures the night before. If your embarrassment over the tracker story wasn't enough, there was the other one you were trying to hide under your pillow. Wanda disguised it better than you, nodding quickly to the widow and gesturing toward the ready backpacks. "Steve can you take these to the quinjet please, I want to have a word with Romeo and Juliet."

The Captain sighed, trying to ignore being made a baggage handler - Muscles must be good for something - and offered you and Natasha a sympathetic look before leaving the room.

The widow closed the door but you spoke first. “Listen Nat, if this is a second scolding for the tracker, I've already made sure it can't be retraced and-"

"That's not it." She interrupts you with a certain determination, then a forced smile. "I've found a doctor for you. For Wanda, to be more exact."

The now red-haired woman gives Nat a surprised look and it's you who asks; "Are you sure it's safe? Risking a medical appointment in the situation we're in."

"You underestimate me."

"I didn't mean it like that."

But Nat smiles genuinely, shrugging. She checks her watch.

"We're actually going to meet her. Apart from Banner, she's the only doctor I trust."

You and Wanda exchange a look before nodding to Natasha in thanks. Your girlfriend then asks; "That's not all you wanted to talk about, is it Nat?"

The widow nods, seeming to get upset for a moment.

"I'm not saying this for the tracker story, I swear I'm not, but... maybe it's better if Y/N doesn't stay with us anymore."

Wanda snorts indignantly, ready to protest, especially as you lower your head. 

"We stay together-"

"I know." Natasha cuts off Wanda's defensiveness with a sigh. "I wouldn't expect otherwise." She mutters, taking a deep breath to gather her courage. "Rogers doesn't agree, you know how protective he is over you. I mean, he was pretty indignant when Tony tried to ground you in the Tower. Anyway, that's not the point. Clint left. He accepted a decent deal until things settle down, and yes, they will settle down. I know it feels like our world has turned upside down overnight, but we need to remember why the Avengers were created in the first place. It's only a matter of time before they need us, all of us again, and maybe it's experience talking, but I've seen so many governments collapse and rise again. I have seen this movie before."

The widow vents and you and Wanda don't have the heart to interrupt her. 

"What I mean is that Clint can make a deal for his family, and maybe you can do the same."

Wanda thinks for a moment until she swallows. "I'm not an agent with years of military service to my credit. General Ross would never offer me a deal."

"Not him. And not to you." Natasha retorts, turning her face towards you.

You sigh deeply as you understand exactly what she's implying. " Is there really no other option?"

Natasha gives you a sympathetic smile. "That's not an ultimatum, mercenary. Just think about it. None of us wants a pregnant woman in the life of a fugitive, and don't make that face Wanda, I know you don't want the baby to be in danger either." Your girlfriend begrudgingly shuts up, knowing that the widow is right. "Just give it a thought. Melina has agreed to do the prenatal care, so you have all this time to make a decision."

Natasha nods in farewell before heading out the door, and you turn to Wanda.

"Do you have any idea who Melina is?"

-&-

In the safety of the Quinjet and the untraceable lines of the Avengers, you call Contessa Fontaine.

The first thing Valentina says when she sees your face in the high-definition hologram is a scolding; "That tracker was worth a billion dollars."

You have to laugh, your back resting on the cold metal of the ship. "Can't say I'm sorry, boss. Having a tracker in the middle of your ribs doesn't scream work ethic."

She gives a short laugh, and you realize from the surroundings that she's in the private room of the Fontaine Mansion, a place you've been to countless times before.

"What can I do for you, my dear child?" She asks, slightly impatient. You swallow dry.

"Your people said you wanted to see me." You comment. 

Valentina laughs wryly. "Oh, yes, in person. Not talking through an Avengers line. You must have lost your mind."

"There are no more Avengers, Val, you know that." You retort, and she smiles in satisfaction.

"Touche." She mutters before raising her bright eyes to you. "But let me guess, they're listening to this conversation."

You sigh impatiently. "What difference does it make? I've been with them for weeks. I could have told them all the secrets I know about your work, but I didn't. Just as you didn't inform General Ross of their location. So how about we stop playing games?"

Valentina gives another evil little laugh, nodding. "Oh, dear, I miss our conversations, you're always so direct and attentive. Yes, I didn't hand over Team America to Ross, because unlike that arrogant fool, I have no interest in seeing our heroes trapped in the Raft. Only someone like Ross and his ballistics background would think of something as stupid as taking out Earth's main line of defense for threats we have no means of dealing with." You remain silent at Val's words, and she takes a breath to continue. "You know me, Y/N. I like my... enhanced ones. I understand the grandeur of this new world, men like Ross, impressionable with colored rifles, don't."

"So... you've been trying to help the Avengers?"

She breaks into a laugh. "Help? Don't go that far." She retorts grinning. "Let's say we had allied objectives up to the present moment. And I have no reason to put them out of work, you know? In any case, perhaps a little time out of the spotlight and struggling will lower some of their egos. It's a shame that Mr. Stark always seems to shrug off the consequences of his actions, he could learn something without having billions to spare."

You sigh without patience for the speech, adjusting your body. "Val, speaking of money-"

"Oh, it's about time."

With a short laugh, you continue; "I need mine."

She looks at you for a moment, before smiling. "Your money has always been yours to use. Nothing has changed."

But you force a smile, not quite believing it. "Everything has changed, Val. I don't want Lady Fontaine's money. I don't want to be one of your pawns. I want a new account, a new life. With everything I've worked to earn."

"And what makes you think I can give it to you?"

You snort, rubbing a stress point on your forehead. "Please, Val, don't take me for someone naïve, who doesn't know the extent of your influence."

But Valentina sighs deeply, resting her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands, to look at you intently.

"In fact, I'm beginning to think that your naivety is indeed remarkable and, unfortunately, my responsibility." She comments, and you chuckle ironically and indignantly, but she doesn't let you question it. "There is no new beginning for you, Y/N. Not the way you're asking me, not the way you really want. You're deluding yourself if you think I can bring in false documents and billions of dollars without anyone ever finding out the truth. That's not how things work. The bill always comes, and a past so stained with red always catches up with people like us." She says and you swallow, not having the heart to interrupt when you know deep down that she's not lying. Despite her seriousness, Valentina's gaze softens: "I know it's not what you wanted to hear, but all is not lost. You've been walking around for weeks with someone who committed as many atrocities as you did, and yet have been allowed to experience the greatest version of freedom a criminal can get."

It takes a moment for you to realize that she's talking about Natasha. You glance quickly at the main area of the quinjet through the glass of the private room they got you to call Val, and your former boss uses this time to light a cigarette.

"I'm not a black widow."

Val chuckles. "Of course not, they fight much better." She comments and you grimace. Val takes a slow drag, blowing smoke against the camera before continuing to talk; "Speaking of them, you should thank your new friend sometime. The amount of black widows she's put on the market looking for work is what's given you so much time off. I'm not short-staffed, thanks to that."

"I'm glad the rescue of trafficked women has given you new employees, Contessa." You sneer in annoyance, stepping out of the way of the video and ignoring her confusion to tap lightly on the glass. The Avengers outside look up at the same time, but you wave for Natasha and Wanda to come inside. 

"Where'd you go, little bird?" Val asks the wall, and ends up choking on her smoke as the faces of the two Avengers come into focus next to you. "Oh, hello. What an honor-"

"Cut it, Val." You interrupt annoyedly, squeezed between Natasha and Wanda on the seat in the room. "Make your proposal. I want Romanoff to tell me if it's true, because she's the only one with any real experience of these things, and well, Wanda's my partner and she should be up to speed."

Your former boss smiles impressed. "What a lovely thing, a thief and an Avenger, my eyes can hardly believe it." 

You snort impatiently, but Valentina doesn't keep up the teasing. She nods, before turning her attention to the personal computer next to her phone. As she types, she repeats her earlier proposal. "I need to work on it first, dear. But I understand it will be something very similar to the agreements Miss Romanoff signed with Shield when she was hired as an Agent. Serving the American government entirely in exchange for freedom."

Natasha looks at you. "Is that what you want to do? Be an Agent?"

But you shake your head, offering her a sad smile. "There's no more Shield to recruit me. And I don't think I'm fit to be an Avenger anyway. But Val is director of the CIA. She could offer me something perfectly legal. And I could have an almost normal life."

"But what about the Sokovia agreements?" Wanda asks in concern. "You're an enhanced one."

Before you can answer, Val hums and grins. "Oh, I can see why you like that one, she's clever." You roll your eyes at the provocation, wishing you'd gone to see Val in person and could pull a gun on her to make her behave. Your boss stops typing and turns her full attention to the three of you. "Miss Maximoff has a very good point. If you wish to work with me at the moment, a CIA Agent contract, you would be legally obliged to sign the Sokovia Agreements."

You snort impatiently. "I'm not signing something that would force me to become a lab rat again! And certainly not something that says Wanda should be behind bars or-"

"Relax, I didn't say I was going to make you sign it." She cuts in. "And you're the one in a hurry for a new job after all. I don't understand the hesitation to do something that could be entirely bureaucratic if you stay out of the spotlight."

You hesitate, and exchange a quick glance with the two women next to you. Natasha shakes her head in the negative, but Wanda sighs.

"I'm pregnant."

Valentina chokes on her cigarette again, and Natasha covers her face with her hands. You don't know how to react, and Wanda keeps talking.

"Y/N is doing this for us, and if your partnership has meant anything other than work all these years, I know you'll help her."

But Valentina shakes her head, chuckling incredulously to herself. Wanda begins to worry. 

"I don't want to appeal to sentimentality, I'm just asking you to be considerate. Job or not, no one is going to put my family at risk. I won't take it lightly if your people follow and threaten her again."

But Val gestures quickly. "A child, little bird? How can you keep this a secret from me?"

You sigh tiredly. "It wasn't exactly any of your business."

But Val leans over to pick something up from the table, and you frown as you recognize your old research file. "Except, well, it's entirely my business." Val retorts seriously, her eyes running over the pages she's leafing through. Until she lets out a small exclamation. "Yes, here it is. Strucker specifically wrote that you were infertile. And that was a disappointment of course, because everyone who gets an enhanced one, would love to make more of them."

Wanda looks at you with confusion, but you stand up as if you're going to choke on the attention, taking the cell phone with you to the other corner of the room.

"I know exactly what those pages say, you don't have to read them to me." You retort angrily. "Strucker had to believe that he couldn't have more of me, okay? I couldn't..." Your voice falters, but you control your emotions by swallowing hard. "I did what I had to do. The changes to my body so that he would never find out. So that no one would find out. But when I'm with Wanda, I just... I don't think about the past. I can breathe, Val. And it happened. And I'm asking you, if your mentoring has meant anything all these years, to give me a chance to be more than a goddamn puppet. Please."

Your boss remains silent, thoughtful, before sighing and offering you something like a sincere smile, however small.

"Ten years, little bird."

You frown in confusion. "What?"

"Ten years." She repeats. "That's the most I can offer you. Your money, a new identity, a fresh start. Think of it as extended maternity leave. The child will be old enough for boarding schools, and I'll charge you for the services."

"I-I..." You hesitate, looking at Wanda who has an expression that says she can't make this decision for you.

Valentina stands up, taking the phone with her. "I'll work on your contract carefully. Nick Fury is not a foolish man, little bird. He sees the world as I do, the dangers that surround us and that must come from the outside. I like the idea of a team working on my behalf, but it's too early for anything like that. Especially with everything that's happening with the first team." Val continues, and you swallow. She gives you a genuine smile. "And of course, all those years have meant something to me. You're the first person I'd trust with the job."

You want to tell her that this isn't the kind of meaning you'd like, but you think that work reliability is all Valentina can offer you. You nod and thank her and she says goodbye before hanging up.

Natasha thinks it best to leave you and Wanda alone for a moment, and when you sit down on the floor, Wanda sits down next to you. Silently, she holds your hand and rests her head on your shoulder.

"A lot can change in ten years." You murmur, and you don't need to explain for Wanda to understand your hope that you won't have to fulfill any contracts. She squeezes your hand tighter because the decision has already been made. 

Your cell phone vibrates again, not with the CIA contract, but with your new documents and bank account filled with all the money you've earned as a mercenary. It makes your stomach turn with the feeling that you've just sold yourself again, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Wanda turns away to look at you and waits for you to do the same. Once your gazes are connected, she raises her hand to your face and pulls you in to kiss you softly on the lips.

"I'll always love you. Nothing will ever change that." She whispers against your lips, her forehead resting against yours. "I need you to promise that you'll always remember it."

You caress the wrist of the hand she holds to your cheek, and continue with your eyes closed. "I won't remember anything else."

She smiles, ending the distance again.

You kiss for a moment before you pull away to press your lips to her forehead and squeeze her hand. 

"We'll be fine, Wanda. It's me and you, and just one baby. We can manage."

She smiles tenderly, nodding before hiding her face in the crook of your neck and sighing as she repeats the words. "You're right. Two of us, and a whole team of grumpy superheroes to handle one little baby. How hard can it be?"

Six hours later, Melina Vostokoff carried out Wanda's first ultrasound, which would reveal not one, but two little boys growing inside her womb. Both of them had a natural inclination towards superpowers. 

But that's another story.

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the Wayne kids would definitely wear something from their partners without them knowing. or they just forgot because they're so into it.

[a bit long as this is for each Wayne kid]

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Dick, enters the movie room at the Manor, announcing himself quite loudly: Who missed me????

his siblings exchange looks as they judge the The Flash joggers their eldest brother is wearing.

Bruce eyes fall to the clothing, a light smile on his lips.

Dick, plops himself beside Damian, ruffling his hair: I hope I didn't miss too much. I got caught up with something.

Jason: Did that something have anything to do with a specific speedster, Dickface?

Damian, huffs as Dick gives him a side hug: You've been frolicking quite often with West these days, Richard.

Jason, attempts to whisper but he obviously wanted everyone to hear him: I'm sure it's more than frolic.

Tim and Duke snicker at that.

Dick, steals Jason's bowl of popcorn: What you guys talking about? He's my best friend. If he needs something, I'll be there-

Cass pokes at Dick's knees and gives a knowing look at the joggers.

Dick, goes red as he continues to eat more popcorn: Um... My pants got dirty. Had to borrow. No big deal. Now..... What we watching????

~

Dick, grins and bows down as he stands on the mat: Okay! Who's ready to spar with the Master?

Jason and Tim roll their eyes in sync as they do their own business at the Batcave.

Cass emerges outside the changing rooms, wearing her workout clothes with a purple headband that's totally not her brand, and waves a hand to Dick as if indicating "me".

from his place at the Batcomputer, Bruce smiles when he sees his daughter.

Dick, coos: Awww. That's a cute headband, Cass. Where'd you get it?

Damian, emerges from the changing rooms: It seems to be Brown's.

Cass pretends not to blush when she touches the headband on her head.

Dick: You look adorable, Cass.

Before Dick could tease her even more, Cass does a move that knocks Dick on the floor.

~

Jason enters the dining room. he's the last one to join the rest of the family on the table.

his siblings exchange looks when they see the Star City shirt he's wearing, a shirt that's clearly tight for him.

Jason is minding his own business, stacking pancakes on his plate when Bruce starts the conversation.

Bruce, hides his smile behind the newspaper: Morning, Jaylad. I thought you were arriving later tonight.

Jason, shrugs: Business was cut off short.

Dick, grins from across the table: Just admit it, Little Wing. You miss us.

Jason, groans: It's too early, Dick. Please.

Duke: But not too early to wear a shirt that's clearly not from Gotham, right?

Damian: Must be some lousy business Todd got into.

Tim, snickers: Or an interesting one for Jason as it's clearly a Roy-related business.

Jason: What the fuck are you guys on about?

Cass, who is sitting beside him, tugs at his shirt.

Jason, pretends not to blush and continues to eat: 'nd your o' ucking 'iness

Alfred: Language, Master Jason. And you must not talk with your mouth full.

~

Tim enters the dining room after a long day at work as CEO of Wayne Enterprises. he hopes he isn't too late for family dinner.

Tim, sits down: Sorry, I'm late. It's been a looong day.

his siblings exchange looks when they see Tim wearing a leather jacket, which clearly wasn't part of his suit and tie that he initially wore to the office.

Bruce has to bite his lower lip to refrain from smiling.

Steph, raises her brow: Was there a photoshoot or something?

Tim, who doesn't look up as he starts typing on his phone: Huh...

Damian: You just got here, Drake, but you're already distracted. How childish of you.

Duke, clears his throat beside Tim: Tim, sorry to break it to you, but you're wearing a leather jacket. It doesn't seem to be your style.

Tim, almost drops his phone: Sh- Oh, yes, it's Kon's. He dropped by to the office to report something. Some team stuffs that doesn't concern any of you. I was cold, so he let me borrow.

Steph: We already know Tim secretly wanted the jacket even though he wasn't cold.

Tim tries to aim a pea on Steph's face, but she just catches it with her mouth.

~

Duke, enters the Batcave after morning patrol: Seriously, these rogues are coming out at morning too often these days.

his siblings, who were present at the cave, exchange looks when they see the cap with the letter R on his head.

Bruce pretends to cough to cover his chuckle.

Dick, grins: New getup, Little D?

Tim, smiles from beside Bruce by the Batcomputer: It looks good on you, Duke!

Duke, blushes: Wait, huh- Oh. It's Izzy's. She was nice enough to let me borrow.

Jason, pats Duke's shoulder as he makes his way to his motorcycle: You're one of the people I can say looks good with a cap, D.

Dick, shouts: Wait. Who's the other one, Little Wing? I don't wear a cap!!!

~

Damian enters the vehicle.

the rest of his siblings exchange looks when they see the oversized hoodie their youngest brother is wearing.

Bruce, who is on the driver seat, doesn't even try to hide the smile he has on his face.

Jason: I didn't know that after a sleepover, you get to bring home your host's clothes.

Tim: Oh, shut up, Jay. As if you're any better.

Jason: No one asked you to open your mouth, Replacement.

Dick, cuts the conversation: Aww, you look really adorable with Jon's hoodie, Dami.

Cass, beside him, plants a soft kiss on Damian's cheek.

Damian, curses internally before pulling the sleeves of the hoodie to his wrists: Tt. How did you know this was Jon's?

Duke: Well, it couldn't be Clark's right? It would drown you.

Damian, huffs, definitely not blushing: Whatever. Let's just go.

and the Wayne kids would definitely not return the things they're wearing.

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[these-written-reveries]

Broken Pieces

‣ Pairing: Ledger!Joker/Jack Napier x GN!Reader

‣ Summary: You’re burnt-out and overwhelmed and you’ve finally hit a wall. Now, all you can seem to do is fall apart. Good thing you have a special clown who knows just how to put you back together!

‣ Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, soft!J

‣ Warnings: burn-out, overwhelm, emotional breakdown, negative thoughts, feeling like a burden, lots of tears.

‣ Word Count: 3,050

‣A/N: This is dedicated to my lovely friend, @jslittlebirdie! I told ya I’d get around to writing you something eventually! I know you’re overdue for a proper break, and while I wish I could better help you carry the weight of life’s burdens and give you the true rest you deserve, I’m limited to just how much I can do. I hope this helps, even just a little. I love you, Sukie!💜

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Heavy sobs and messy sniffles had long replaced the silence of your bedroom as you sat curled up on the bed with your face buried in J’s pillow. You were sure he wouldn’t appreciate his pillow being soaked with your tears, but it happened to be the first thing you reached for at the start of your breakdown, his scent always helping to calm you down whenever he wasn’t around. If you closed your eyes, you could almost imagine him there with you. As for the tear-soaked pillowcase, you’d be sure to wash it later before he got home, whenever that would be…

Jack had been gone for a week now, unleashing his newest schemes upon the city of Gotham. This meant you were home alone, which wasn’t really a problem for you. You had a lot of your own things to do during the time of his absence, so you planned on being busy and distracted anyway. The problem was, you were already overwhelmed and burnt out before you had dived into completing these tasks, and after multiple days of trying to push yourself through your to-do list, you finally hit a wall.

Cue you curled up in a ball on your unmade bed, your salty tears staining your beloved’s pillow as you simultaneously worried about all the things you should be doing while also remaining helplessly stuck in your place. You were utterly exhausted. Yet, the cruel voices in your head continued their endless loops of degrading words, telling you that you’re a failure, a disappointment, you should be doing better, you’re never going to get anywhere if you keep sitting on your ass, why can’t you just get up and do it already?

Your hands gripped the pillow harder as you cried, feeling like there was no escape from the overwhelming hell you were experiencing. All you wanted to do was curl up in J’s arms, knowing he was the only one who could quiet your mind and make everything better.

As if some divine force had heard your yearning desire and generously granted your wish, you heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, followed by J calling out to you in a singsong voice.

“Honey, I’m home!”

Instead of the usual comfort you’d feel upon hearing his voice, you suddenly felt a wave of anxiety fill your being. You couldn’t let this be the first thing he came home to after working so hard all week. Before you could think of anything else, your legs began bolting it towards the bathroom across the room. You quickly locked the door and leaned against it, closing your eyes as you tried to gain control of your breathing.

Jack had happened to see a flash of you go by as you ran to the bathroom and raised a quizzical brow at the sight.

“Hm…So we’re playing games, are we? I see how it is…”

He dropped his large purple coat and suit jacket on the edge of the bed before walking over to the bathroom door. He tried the handle, only to let out a huff once he discovered it was locked. Swiping his tongue over the edge of his scars, he glared at the wooden door that stood between him and his love. Immediately, he could tell something was wrong. You always ran to him when he got home and practically smothered him in hugs and kisses —that which he always secretly looked forward to. Never had you run away from him upon him getting home. This was enough to set his nerves on edge.

“I don’t think I like this game, doll. Open up.”

Hesitating to speak for fear that you’d give yourself away, you took a shaky breath as you stared at yourself in the mirror, trying hard to suppress the tears that continued to flow from your red and puffy eyes. You had to find a way to pull yourself together, and fast. This is not how you wanted to be reunited with your love after he returned home from such a long trip. You could talk about your problems later. For now, you wanted to welcome him home and hear about all of his latest antics that you’d only briefly heard about from the news. You loved how excited he got whenever he told you about such things. Seeing that alone would surely make you feel loads better. You quickly tried to spit out an answer, hoping he wouldn’t be too suspicious.

“S-Sorry! I’m just…g-going pee! I’ll be out in a minute!”

Jack did not buy your lie, rolling his eyes as he leaned his shoulder against the doorframe with his arms crossed against his chest. He knew you were in there crying. He could hear your muffled sniffles and unsteady breathing. It made him practically vibrate with agitation; protective alarms going off in his head as he tried to ignore the part of himself that suddenly wanted to murder whoever could’ve hurt you and focused his attention instead on getting through the stupid slab of wood in front of him.

“Sweetheart…If you don’t open this door, I’m gonna have no choice but to blow it wide open.”

“You wouldn’t do that. I’m in here…” You mumbled, your voice managing to sound a bit more stable that time. But it wasn’t nearly enough to convince him that you were okay.

Jack snorted in amusement, though his tone remained overall serious. “Don’t tempt me, doll. I will take down this door one way or another.”

You took a deep breath, a final attempt to calm down and get a hold of yourself. While you’d barely managed to stop the tears, your red and puffy eyes, along with your runny nose, were a dead giveaway that you’d been sobbing for the last half hour. Realizing you wouldn’t be able to make this disappear, as well as the fact that Jack’s patience was wearing thin, you decided to try your best to appear like you were fine and opened the door to the bathroom.

Jack remained leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed as you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek before scurrying across the room, his eyes following your every move with close observation

“Welcome home, baby. I’m sorry; I’m really busy. I have to get this work done before the end of the day. Just give me a minute to sort through some things.” While this was an excuse, it wasn’t technically a lie. You hoped J would believe you and leave you be for just a moment so you could better compose yourself. One wrong move, and you’d be a heaping pile of tears all over again.

As you stood there, pretending to sort through the papers and notes on your desk, you could feel Jack’s footsteps growing nearer. His silence was deafening. Oh, how you hated it when he got so quiet. It always meant he was onto you.

To avoid what was to come, you began rambling about anything that came to mind, trying your best to direct his focus to anything else but you.

“How was your day? Did things go well? I saw you on the news earlier.”

“Doll…”

J was growing increasingly frustrated with the way you were behaving. He knew that you knew just how well he could read you. He had practically become an expert at understanding all of your little emotions and how best to handle them. So why were you still trying to hide from him? Surely you didn’t think he was so stupid as to fall for whatever trick you were attempting to pull on him…

“Oh, I found the tie you were looking for last week! I put it in the-”

Before you could say another word, Jack let out a growl and grabbed your wrist, tugging you to his chest and holding you securely in place. Carefully brushing a strand of hair out of your face with one hand, he examined your features closely. You stood frozen in place as his firm eyes softened a little. He let out a ‘tsk’, followed by a heavy sigh.

"You know I'm not a patient man, doll."

This was true, except when it came to you. Jack had always shown a lot of patience with you —as much as he was capable of giving. It remained one of the many ways he showed you just how much he cared about you. But such patience did not extend to moments like these, where you actively tried to avoid him and hide yourself from him. He hated this. It made him angry, but more than that, it made his heart ache. And he didn't like that one bit.

“M'sorry,” you muttered quietly, looking away as you felt the tears begin to fill your eyes again.

“Uh, uh. Look at me,” J ordered. Your lip quivered as you looked back at him. His eyes were much softer now as he bent down a little to reach your eye-level.

“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s wrong. Can you do that for me, toots? Hm?”

“If I do, I’ll fall apart,” you said, your voice cracking as you desperately held back the lump in your throat.

“I’m here. I’ll put ya back together.”

You whimpered at the soft tone of his voice, paired with his thumb gently grazing over your cheek. So badly did you want to fall apart in his arms, and now he’d given you full permission to. You could no longer resist the one thing you’d been needing during your entire time apart.

The moment you melted into his embrace, the floodgates re-opened in full-force. Jack wrapped his arms around you tightly as you spoke through your sobs, telling him all about your week without him and how much you’d been struggling. When asked why you didn’t tell him sooner, you responded by saying you didn’t want to be a bother. A bother? Jack’s brain glitched as he tried to understand why you would ever feel this way. Despite this, he remained silent as you continued to talk, and felt a twinge of pain in his chest as he realized just how much you’d needed him this last week. He felt guilty for not being there and angry at himself for not recognizing sooner the severity of your burnout and overwhelm. If he had just paid more attention, he never would have left you alone in the first place.

You could argue that you were just good at covering things up, but that wasn’t an excuse for J. He held himself to quite a high standard with you, knowing that someone like you, someone willing to ignore his massive flaws as a person and love him anyway, deserves so much more than the minimum that he could give. Jack knew he wasn’t able to give you a lot of things that he wished he could, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to find every other way he could to please you and make sure you were well taken care of. And whenever he failed to keep you happy, as presented to him in moments like these, it tore him apart inside with anger and guilt. Although he’d never tell you this, you could see the swirling emotions behind his eyes which told you all you needed to know. That he truly did love and care about you more than anything else in the world, even if he didn’t always say it.

When you were done speaking, J let out a soft coo. “Sounds like my dove had a rough week. Good thing I know just what ya need.” He pulled away from the hug with a goofy smile, the same one he always put on whenever he was trying to make you feel better.

“What?” You pouted as you wiped your eyes, playing into whatever he was trying to get at.

“A break.”

His serious response quickly turned your pout into a frown. “What? No. I already spent all day doing basically nothing. I have to-”

“Noo, you don’t. You need a break. A real one.” He took your hand and began pulling you over to the bed.

“But-”

“No buts! Except for this cute little tush parking it right here,” he said as he pointed from your butt to the bed.

You stood silently and unmoving. Jack rolled his eyes with a huff and clapped his hands insistently.

“Ahem, get a move on! Or do I, uh…have to make you?”

Knowing there was no way you could possibly win against J’s demands, you slowly climbed onto the mattress. You sat awkwardly with your legs pulled up to your chest and looked up at him through your eyelashes. J kicked off his shoes and removed his vest, tossing them both to the side. He took a glance at you and shook his head, letting out a light-hearted scoff as he loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt.

“Ya know, if you weren’t so dang cute, you’d be annoying. Now scooch!”

You made room for him as he climbed into bed. Once he was positioned with his back and neck supported by pillows, he turned to look at you.

“Well? What are ya looking at? Get over here,” he said, arms opened wide towards you.

Jack felt the air leave his lungs as you immediately dove into his chest, a breathless chuckle passing through his lips as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your hair.

“Alright, listen up, toots. Ya can’t keep chugging along without proper breaks-”

“You do that,” you muttered into his chest.

“Ah, very funny, sassy pants…Well, you should know better than to compare yourself to me. I’m not exactly what one would call a, uh, “good example”,” he said, smirking slightly at your pouty attitude.

“Now, before I was so rudely interrupted, I was gonna say that ya need to take better care of yourself, doll. That pretty noggin can only take so much at once, you know. Same goes for your body. And if everything is too much and ya can’t handle it, you need to tell me. I don’t like this whole “hiding how you’re doing” schtick ya got going on. So it better stop. Oh, and you’re not a burden. Not to me. So, get that out of your head. Got it?”

You nodded and sniffled into his neck. One of his hands ran up and down your back comfortingly while the other cradled the back of your head.

“Good.” There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time much softer and less stern. “Ya know…If you told me sooner, I would’ve come home right away…You know that, right?”

“But there’s nothing you can do. And I didn’t want to interfere with your plans,” you spoke, your voice wavering in a way that made J’s chest hurt.

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong, toots. See, I may not be able to take all your problems away, but I can help where I can. Even if it’s just to make sure you get proper breaks. Or to give ya a good squeeze.” He hugged you tighter in that moment, making you giggle. Jack smiled at this, having missed the sound of your laugh up until this point. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, leaving a small trace of red paint in its place.

“You’re more important than any of my plans. You come first, doll.” He pulled you away so he could look into your eyes once more and playfully wagged his finger in your face in a reprimanding manner. “So ya better call next time. Capiche?”

“Capiche…”

“Good…Now, uh, where’s my big smooch? I can’t wait forever, ya know.”

This elicited another giggle out of you as you eagerly leaned forward and pressed a fervent kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were smiling. Jack grew even softer at the sight.

“I missed you. Thanks for always putting me back together. I love you so much, J.”

Instead of responding with words, Jack showed you exactly how he felt by cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a loving kiss, followed by a bunch of sloppy kisses all over the rest of your face. You laughed, which only egged him on more. He chuckled as he continued until he felt satisfied with his work. When he finished, you had little marks of red and white paint all over your face and a big smile. Jack held your face between his hands and looked at you like he was admiring a piece of art.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. You almost melted into a puddle with how tenderly he was treating you. Heat quickly rose to your cheeks as you suddenly found yourself shy under the ardent gaze of his eyes.

Burying your face into his neck, you snuggled into him as close as you possibly could. He smelled like a mix of gunpowder, smoke, sweat, and gasoline, but you didn’t care. In fact, by now, you found this smell to be comforting —something you always missed whenever he was gone. It was a unique smell that belonged only to your J.  

You relaxed into him, allowing yourself to let go of your worries and stresses for the time being. As long as J was around, you could trust that everything would be alright. Jack would always watch out for you; he’d always keep you safe and do what was best for you. Above all else, he’d be sure to pick up all the pieces of you and stick them right back where they belonged.

As J shushed you softly while gently running his fingers up and down your spine, you surrendered to his will and drifted off to sleep, knowing that he’d have you and your worries sorted out by the time you awoke. Whatever pieces that remained would be handled together. For now, all that mattered was Jack’s slow breaths and steady beating heart as he held you tight in his arms.

No matter how many times you fell apart, he remained the only true fix, for his love was the glue that the broken pieces of your soul so desperately required.

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Hellooo I’ve come again to ask for another request since yours are still open!! :)) I can’t remember if I wrote this already but I loved the platonic xisuma oneshot you wrote and was gonna ask for another one but this time X asking Boatem to babysit the reader for the day and the reader and Boatem Crew getting into lots of shenanigans!! : DD thank you and have a good day/night!!

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Boatem Babysitters

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Character: Boatem x Child!Reader

Type: Series blurb (3) (3.3k)

Theme: Fluff, platonic

Summary: When Xisuma is needed off-world, its up to Boatem to keep you safe and entertained. Lets just say their better at one aspect than other.

TW: Mentions of respawn mechanic, panic, jokes about kidnapping

A/N: Lovely to have you back 🪨 (Rock anon) :D. Boatem is not childproof at all, this is a horrible idea X, but some good shenanigans.

The sun was bright in the sky, hot rays basking your shoulders and cheeks. Squinting against the onslaught you toddled after your dad, following the familiar green armor. His hand tucked safely around yours. It always annoyed you that you couldn't feel all his skin this way, but the smooth cold press of the armor was welcome in the heat.

"You remember what I told you?" Dad asks suddenly, pausing before a strange splay of houses, with a pole of boats going into a large hole. The houses were mismatched but somehow felt woven together. The start to a large-chair? of rocks, what seems to be a mountain range, a factory? and a couple of homey looking houses. The scenery almost completely distracted you from the question, but you managed a response.

"Course!" You chirp back, eager to run around this new territory and touch EVERYTHING. A stern but gentle squeeze of your hand reminds you where you should be focusing.

"Can you repeat it?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow underneath his purple tinted visor. You've always wanted to try on his helmet, but he says its to delicate to play with. You sigh, dramatically.

"Behave, follow any orders they give, don't run away, don't eat food off the ground, and avoid nighttime and dark spaces." You recall the words he had engrained into you from the moment you had started getting other babysitters. Speaking of, the prospect of seeing the funny cat man, the bird, and the mustache man excited you. They had never babysat before!!! Maybe you could get away with not following some rules! Papa K was always quite strict when it came to enforcing things. Dad sighs, letting some tension drop from his shoulders and letting go of your hand.

"Good now-" He's cut of by the sound of rockets, and his head turns to follow the sound. Excitement rushes through you suddenly, and you cant hell but crane your neck to look for the source. A black blur swoops down, and lands clumsily onto the grass. Straightening out almost as if flustered.

"Sorry if I'm late! I got really into building and-" Its the mustache man!!! His posh accent contrasts dads own, and he sounds so fancy- paired with his suit- you want to have a tea party with him!!

"Your alright." Dad assures, "I was just going over the rules." He nudges you gently towards the mustache man. "Kiddo, this is Mumbo, Mumbo this is my kid."

Mumbo- but you prefer mustache, nearly stumbles over himself to offer you a handshake. Sort of silly, you think, because kids don't do handshakes, but it makes you feel special. His fingers are long, and very gentle and he shakes your hand softly. Theres a weird red stain on his palm, and when he pulls away you realize theres some on your own hand. Curiously, you sniff it- then sneeze harshly as dust infiltrates your nose.

"Ah- sorry!" He's wiping his hands down the front of his jacket now, smearing the red dust onto the black suit coat. You giggle at his antics. He flushes. "I-um Impulse and Grian should be here soon." He informs both you and Dad, but the words are instantly lost on you.

"What's your base?" You ask, tilting your head and trying your best to coax him with puppy eyes. Mumbo crumbles immediately.

"Uh well-" He turns to point at a weird...tree Gollum? Holding a van? "Thats my starter base- the tree is called Tereesa." That pulls a giggle from you. Tereesa- like tree- a smart name. He smiles, eyes crinkling and creating a sort of sparkle you enjoy. "-And that's the beginning to my mega base!" He's pointing to the big weird chair, but before you can ask-

"I'm here!" A loud voice announces behind you. You jump, spinning around and nearly crashing into Mumbo. Instantly hands clasp your shoulders to stop your decent. The voice belonged to the bird! Golden hair and bright red feathers glitter in the sun- he probably didn't need rockets to fly- which explained how he was so quiet.

"About time!" Dad scolds him, "I was waiting for at least two of you to be here- sure Mumbo could probably handle it but I like more eyes."

"Sorry X." The bird rubs the back of his neck, smiling sheepishly. "Well im here now! and so you can skaddle off to whatever important admin business and we!-" He leans towards you and Mumbo, nudging you with his elbow. "Will have a great time."

Dad pauses only a moment, squinting at the pair suspiciously before sighing and shaking his head.

"You better keep 'em safe- alright?" He asks, and the pair enthusiastically nod. "Okay- good bye hug." Dad opens his arms and you throw yourself in, nuzzling into his armor. A wave of sadness passes over you- and you lean back with puppy dog eyes.

"Do you have to leave?" You ask, his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes stay impossibly soft.

"I'm sorry Kiddo, I told you I'll be back before sundown." He reassures you, reaching forwards to pat you on the head. "Love you." He smiles.

"Love you too!" You respond enthusiastically, finally letting go and letting him stand. He pulls up his communicator- and is gone in a flash. The momentary silence is deafening.

"Sooooooooo..." The bird starts, "What do you want to do?" hmmm, what DO you want to do? You consider your options. You could....see their bases?

"Show me around?" You request, turning to face the pair. The bird looks enthused and Mumbo smiles as well.

"Course!- though thinking about it, maybe we should avoid the Boatem hole-" Mumbo trails off, thinking hard.

"Yes. We absolutely should avoid throwing Xisumavoid's child into the void." Another voice agrees from behind you- WHATS WITH IT AND PEOPLE APPROACHING FROM BEHIND???

You spin around, nearly knocking into the bird and Mumbo, who catch you again. This sight is very different- not the cat man but a new person! He has a yellow top hat, odd yellow suit, and a HUUGGGEEE purple bowtie. You almost want to ask if he got dressed in the dark!- but his eyes shine with amusement and affection, and his stance is casual. He smiles at you, offering you a handshake.

"Impulse- Wonderful to meet you." You reach for it immediately, his much larger hand easily grasping yours. Its warm and surprisingly smooth- but something odd presses between your palms-

You pull away and find a small hard candy in your hand. A gasp pulls from your throat before you realize it. Candy!!!! He gave you candy!!! Instantly he moves up the list of 'favorite people'.

"Oh c'mon Impulse thats a cheap move- buying favor with candy?" Bird man sounds disappointed, but you honestly couldn't care less. Impulse holds up his hands in surrender.

"If it works it works." and it works indeed.

"Thank you Mr.Impulse!" You chirp, remembering your manners before cramming the candy into your mouth. It's sweet and smooth, coating your tongue in mouth watering goodness. It's a flavor you can't quite place, but you don't care, its amazing. He chuckles, seeming amused by your reaction.

"Theres more where they came from." Impulse winks, and Mumbo stifles a laugh. His gaze snaps to the offending spoon. "What?"

"Sorry its just- your offering candy to a child you just met-" Mumbo breaks off into giggles and you gasp in realization. Your eyes widen and you stare at Impulse, gaping.

"Dad told me not to accept candy from strangers!!" You squeak, shuffling to frantically hide behind the pair.

"No no-" Impulse seems slightly panicked now, "I'm babysitting you just like those two- Xisuma trusts me." You just glare out from your spot behind Mumbo. He sighs, "Look, do you even know the bird's name?"

Hmmm....

oh.

"No...I guess I don't..." You squint at the bright red bird now, who squawks and glares at Impulse, before turning sheepishly around.

"I'm Grian." He offers a hand, its smaller then Mumbo's and Impulse's, but has a pointed claws extending from his nails. Your slightly worried he may hurt you- but hes extra careful to avoid that. Then, he spins around to face Impulse. "Now they know!" he declares, making the other shake his head fondly and approach.

"So whats the plan with activities?" Impulse asks, and you break into a grin.

"Show me your bases!!" You bounce on your toes, looking at the mismatched group excitedly. Nods all around.

"Mumbo's first!" Grian decides, grabbing said mans hand, and your own, to pull you towards the structure. Admittedly from afar it seemed quite cute- but as you approach...

Its large claws and gaping maw hang over you- its shadow completely consuming you and your small group. Instinctively, as Grian pulls you closer, you start to slow, tucking behind the cozy looking red sweater. The creature- Tereesa, as you learnt, stares down at you. Its beady eyes dig into your soul. Shivers run down your spine. Grian is talking, but the words are muddled compared to your heartbeat in your ears.

You jolt as a hand is delicately places on your shoulder.

"It's okay. It's just a build, it cant hurt you." Mumbo's voice is low, his grip tightening only a moment before releasing. The tension releases from your shoulders- right- just a fake tree.

"So what do you think?" Grian spins around with flourish, seemingly happy to take the role as tour guide. You fumble- having not payed attention.

"Its cool!" You nod, hoping your convincing enough "Sorta scary." he nods, too enthralled to notice anything wrong- but Impulse laughs under his breath.

"Next we should go see Scar's!" Grian declares, the other two nodding along. But this begs the question-

"Who's Scar?" You ask, Grian looks offended- but Impulse cuts him off.

"I think you call him 'Cat man?'" He tilts his head, watching to make sure it's correct. You gasp- of course!! Jellie!!! You bounce excitedly.

"Yea! I wanna see Jellie!!"

"Oh- so you know his cats name but not his?" Impulse laughs, nearly knocking off his top hat as he leans back. You glare, crossing your arms.

"He never told me his name! And Jellie likes me so I like her and want to know her name!" You defend immediately- and its true!! When Jellie had escaped she had spent her afternoon basking in the sun on your lap while you colored outside. When the cat man had found you two he was so frazzled he didn't introduce himself! Now you'll remember. "Can we go see Jellie??" "Of course!" Grian chirps, butting in. "I'm sure Scar will be delighted to show her off- she's practically his prized possession!" His wings flare out- but he catches himself. "Right-can't fly-" He murmurs, offering you his hand. You eagerly accept, threading your fingers together, then sticking your other hand out. You fumble. You have two hands...but there's three people! What happens now? Mumbo steps forwards, accepting your hand, and, seemingly sensing your distress, offers his other hand to Impulse. Who shakes his head, but accepts. Now satisfied, you tug the line forwards. Scar's base turns out to be the series of houses, a winding path beginning to be strung amongst the homey, pointed roof houses. The color pallet of reds, browns, blues and grey blends into a pleasant environment of peace and warmth. The roofs in particular catch your eye- copper! It was easy to find, but apparently really annoying to make the nice blue Scar had. There was so much of it! Scar must be super cool!! Thankfully- instead of sneaking up on you like the others- you notice Scar immeditly. He to wore a top hat, but his was a lovely shade of red compared to Impulse's bright yellow. A matching suit, and monocle. What's with people and dressing so fancy here? Then, just as you had noticed him, he notices you. "Well hello there!" He calls, waving with the hand not on his cane. Not wanting to let go of any hands, you tug forwards. Your group shuffles towards him as he strides to meet you. "What's with this little entourage-hm? Getting up to some mischief?" The words are accusatory, but the sparkle in his eye and gentle smile tells you that even if it was the case, he wouldn't be mad. "No Mr. Scar, we're here to see Jellie!" You inform him, practically vibrating with excitement. "I like your base! Lots of blue copper!" "Thank you, thank you." His infectious smile grows at the compliment, and blush dusts his cheeks. "And it would be my absolute pleasure to present lady Jellie-" He bows, gesturing into the very house he exited from. Peering inside- you spot her! Fluff curled up on a plush couch just inside. Unable to help yourself you squeal, letting go of your new friends to dash inside- minding to wipe your shoes to not track mud onto the carpet. At the commotion, she lifts her head, blinking sleepily.

"Hi Jellie- remember me?" You blink back, grinning at the small creature. She perks, letting out a long thrill. You reach a hand to cart if through her soft fur- giggling when she presses into the touch eagerly. Her wide green eyes watch you contently, pupils wide and comfortable. Scar always took such good care of her- her fur was free from tangles, and she smelt vaguely of flowers. You pet behind her ears, and enjoy the purrs that vibrate her small body. "She likes you a lot." Scar's voice rumbles behind you, gentle enough to not startle. It's almost reminiscent of Jellies purring with the sheer amount of fondness it's laced with. "I like her a lot." You respond, craning you neck to glance at the fancy man. He grins widely at you. "Are you planning to spend all your time here cuddling Jellie?- Not that I'd object to it, certainly makes our job easier." Ah so he was told. You hum, genuinely considering it. You liked Jellie a lot! But...there was more bases...so many cool things to see... "Sorry Jellie, but I think I want to keep exploring." You tell the cat, watching her watch you. She meows, and you'd like to think she's saying 'Go have fun!' With that you stand, turning and offering your hand to Scar. "Okay- I want to see Impulse's base now" Scar's hand is warm, calloused and scarred skin odd against your own, but he's so careful and sturdy in a way that's distinctly him. You don't mind. The group is still waiting, stopping their conversations at the sight of you and Scar. Then, you notice another problem. You had two hands, as did Mumbo, Grian, and Impulse- but due to Scar's cane he could only hold one hand! and if he was holding yours- he couldn't hold someone else's! But...you didnt want to NOT hold his hand.... Before you can worry any longer Grian accepts your hand, taking Mumbo's, and then Mumbo holds Impulse's. The line is a lot more uneven this way...but it solves your problem! "So you said you wanted to see Impulse's base, but I think we should stop at Pearls before- she'll want to say hi!" Scar informs you, and you nod along. Pearl..thats such a pretty name! Maybe..

"Is her base the purple one?" You ask, and Scar nods. Excitement sparks, its such a good color!! "That's a great idea Scar." Mumbo adds, making the other man beam. "Hey- I'm the tour guide!" Grian objects, "Maybe I'll just avoid Pearl's base completely in protest!" "Well that wouldn't be very nice!" A new voice cuts in, and you realize abruptly you were basically already there. Their bases were so close together!! You squint for the new person, and find a lady leaning against the fence of her porch, watching the group with a smile. "Hi!" You greet, waving your hand, still clasped with Scar's. Your toothy smile clearly catches on, and she grins back. "Heya Kiddo!" Skipping her steps, she effortlessly strides to you. "Want a tour?" Its clearly mostly to annoy Grian- but you cant help the excitement. "Yea!!!" You nod enthusiastically, and he huffs, releasing your hand to allow you accept Pearls. Her hand is soft, but still bore the marks of tons of building- like Scar or Papa K's. As she gently guides you to her garden you decide you like it. The garden is a wide range of flowers all in bloom, purples, reds, yellows, blues, pinks- every color imaginable!! You want to touch them- but the fear of breaking the delicate blossoms holds you back. Pearl begins to name them, pointing to each and explaining a bit about them. Her voice is soothing, but carries and energy to keep you from falling asleep. As the sun beats overhead, and the gentle breeze ruffles your hair, you cant picture a more perfect day- A loud yelp makes you jump. You spin around, terror clutching you for a moment. Your original group had wandered a bit, until lingering around the large tower of boats and pit. Impulse, Mumbo, and Grian. Where was Scar? Horror clutches you as you notice his hat at the edge of the hole- and you lunge forwards before you can think. Your legs carry you quickly, and you skitter to a stop, landing harshly on your knees. Reaching to pick up the hat and peer in. Did he fall in? Was he okay? Why wasn't anyone doing anything? When your unable to see him down the hole, you lean further, peering into the dark depths below. Further...just a touch more- The ground under your left hand crumbles- and the sudden lack of support sends you forwards- For a second you feel weightless, fear clouding your mind and tears springing to your eyes- Wind whips by- Then your abruptly caught- slight pain pulling in your shoulders at their newfound strain. "I've got you-" A voice growls, labor clear. Your tucked into a chest- immediately burring into the soft material- and your brought to the surface. The grass under your feet has never felt more reliving. Knees buckling, you bring your savior down with you. "You're okay." A hand pats your head, the voice rumbling the chest you were clinging to. "You're safe."

Slowly, your heart slows, and the tears fade, while your limbs still shake- confidence begins to dribble back. Eventually, you lean back, blinking up at the person who caught you- Grian. His eyebrows are drawn into a worried expression, but he smiles upon seeing your face. "That was scary, huh?" you nod in agreement, sniffling. "Where is Scar?" You ask, still caring despite the shock of the event. Grian chuckles, clearly still recovering himself. "Don't worry, he's okay- he's back home." "B-but why was his hat here?" You ask, now searching for the offending garment. "Uh- well- Xisuma can explain later." He promises, seeming to awkwardly avoid the topic. Not want to cause any more stir, you simply nod, vowing to remember to ask later. Mumbo appears in your vision, and offers a hand. You take it, letting him basically pull you to your feet. The rest of your group lingers nearby, clearly wanting to approach, but also wanting to give you space. They all apologize, check in to make sure your okay- and Impulse gives you more candy. Then, a small warping noise. You gasp, spinning excitedly to see him. Dad stands right where he left, having just warped back from where he was. He spots you as well- and you waste no time in launching yourself at him. "DAD!" You squeal, letting your self burry into his chestplate. You wish it was the soft material of his shirt- but when he hugs back you deem it okay for now. "Hey kiddo!" He greets, voice tired, but warm. "How was your day with Boatem?" "I nearly fell into a big hole!" "You What."

#hermitcraft fandom #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft #hermitblr #atlas writes #hermitcraft fic #grian #xisumavoid #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #impulsesv #pearlecentmoon #boatem #hc s8 #dadsuma

[englishstrawbie]

Marina + number 7 please and thank you 🤍

Here you go, my friend, I hope you like it! 😊

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Carina moves around the room on full charm offensive, cosying up to potential benefactors as she persuades them to donate their money to the Elena Bailey Memorial Clinic. She finds it an easy task; a friendly tone to her voice, a hand on their arm, the tilt of her head as laughs at their jokes. She has always found people easy to manipulate with a little bit of flirting and, so far, she has secured over $100,000 thanks to a particularly generous woman who has made her fortunes selling a wellbeing lifestyle. All nonsense, as far as Carina is concerned, but if it means money for the clinic then she is more than willing to boost the woman’s ego.

As she moves on to the next group of people, she can feel a pair of blue eyes watching her from a distance. She knows she looks good in a strapless black dress that clings to her slim body, accentuating her hips that Maya loves to grab and exposing her neck that Maya loves to kiss. But still, she doesn’t dare look over her shoulder at where those blue eyes are coming from because she doesn’t need any distractions.

And her wife is certainly a distraction tonight.

Bailey had roped in 19 to help with the fundraiser and they had dutifully agreed. They might have shown up almost thirty minutes late (thanks to an ember that had blown from a fireplace into a nearby pile of blankets, setting them alight and starting a house fire less than one hour before the end of their shift), but they had turned up suited and booted in their Class A uniforms, ready to sell as many raffle tickets as possible.

The first time Carina had seen Maya in her Class As, she had not been able to take her eyes off her. Travis had reminded her more than once to close her gaping mouth. Who could blame her though? The crisp white shirt tucked into tight black pants that show off the curve of her ass; the tie, neat under her starched collar; and the jacket that fits smartly over her broad shoulders.

Carina groans inwardly at the image that won’t leave her mind and tries to concentrate on what the man next to her is telling her about the water quality in the bay. She picks up on the important stuff – he owns a yacht that he keeps in the marina, which means he has money; and he has fifteen-year-old twin daughters, which means he is interested in women’s rights. She secures another $20,000 for the clinic before taking a break and heading towards the bar.

It takes her a few minutes to get the attention of the barman, but just as she is about to order, she feels a hand on the small of her back and a familiar voice beside her.

“Water please. And she’ll have a white wine,” Maya says.

“Oh, will I?” Carina arches an eyebrow in amusement.

Maya smiles cockily as she leans in and kisses her wife lightly. “Hi.”

“Hi bella,” Carina says softly.

Her eyes sweep Maya up and down, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she appreciates her wife in her formal wear; except the smile on her face fades away when she notices the purple bruise on Maya’s cheek, hidden by a thick layer of make-up.

“Maya, your face,” she says, running a finger lightly over the blemish and watching as Maya winces a little under her touch.

“It’s okay,” Maya reassures her immediately. “It was stupid, I was coming out of a basement and tripped on a loose step. I wasn’t in any danger, the fire was already out. I landed awkwardly, that’s all.”

She must see that Carina isn’t convinced because she slides her hand into Carina’s and squeezes it gently. “I’m okay, I promise.”

Her eyes are bright and honest, and Carina lets the worry go. She nods and smiles, stealing another kiss from her wife. The drinks are placed on the bar in front of them and they take them, Maya guiding Carina away from the crowd towards a small table nearby.

“So, the fundraising seems to be going well,” Maya says.

She gives Carina a sideways glance, a playful accusatory tone to her voice. Carina smirks, brushing her hair back and watching as Maya’s eyes land on her bare shoulder, a lick of her lips giving away her thoughts.

“It’s work, bambina,” Carina says. She can’t deny it though, she does enjoy making Maya a little jealous.

“Hmm,” Maya says knowingly. A glint in her eye, she slowly unbuttons her jacket.

“Maya,” Carina warns her.

Maya lifts her eyebrows. “What?”

A low growl escapes from the back of Carina’s throat. Maya chuckles and pushes her glass towards her, an innocent look on her face.

"You need some water, babe?”

Carina ignores her and closes the gap between them. “Maya Bishop,” she says under her breath, “don’t tease me. You know how mad Doctor Bailey will be if we leave early.”

It is Maya’s turn to grin, the use of her full name means she knows her plan to weaken Carina’s resolve is working.

“But you know we could be having a lot more fun at home,” she says. “Because the more I look at you, the more I think we need to leave.”

“We can’t,” Carina tries to argue, but when Maya’s hand comes to rest on her hip, pinching her waist lightly, her body betrays her and she lets out a small gasp.

“Are you sure?”

Carina narrows her eyes, knows that Maya’s choice of phrase is supposed to remind her of the night they met, to play on Carina’s fondness for nostalgia. She sighs, close to relenting.

“But the party…”

“I bet you’ve already raised more money for the clinic than everyone else in the room combined,” Maya says. “And I have sold every raffle ticket in my book already.”

“Of course you have,” Carina says, shooting her an amused look.

She looks around and spots Bailey and Ben on the other side of the room, chatting to another couple who are dressed in what look to be very expensive clothes. Carina is pretty sure a donation from them would solve the clinic’s budget issues for at least a couple of years. She watches as Bailey’s face breaks out into a wide smile and she shakes the hands of the clinic’s latest benefactors with vigour.

She feels Maya step closer, her warm breath on her neck.

“I think that’s our sign we can leave, don’t you?”

When Carina turns towards her wife, her breath gets caught in her throat when she notices that Maya has loosened her tie and unfastened the top three buttons of her shirt, revealing her collarbone.

“Yes, bambina,” Carina says, grabbing Maya’s hand and yanking her towards the door, all patience gone. “Let’s go.”

#station 19 #carina deluca #maya bishop #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #fluff prompt list #capitano-marina

[bookshelf-dust]

it worked!

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1,119

warnings: literally none other than swearing, sweet sweet fluff and candy eating

a/n: another halloween fic!! i hope you like it!! also i’m a sucker for eddie and wayne, so i had to incorporate him. <333

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October 1989

“Sit still! It’s gonna get all over your face!”

“It tickles! And it’s cold!”

“Stop being a baby!”

“You stop being a baby!”

You slammed the mental canister down on his dresser, putting your hands on your hips. “Eddie. If you don’t stop writhing around because I’m spraying something in your hair, I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

He crossed his arms, stuck his nose up in the air, looking at you indignantly. “Do it.”

You took his chin in your hand, planting a quick and sweet kiss on his lips. He grinned as you pulled away, tilting his head. “Oh. That was cute.”

“Oh, that was cute.” You mocked him playfully, reaching for the can of bright green temporary hair spray again.

Eddie sat on his hands, squeezing his eyes closed like the spray was gonna get him. You went back to work, coating his curls as best as you could, putting your hand under his bangs to prevent it from getting on his skin at all.

You walked around the back of the chair, making sure you hadn’t missed any spots, and set the can down again. Raking your fingers through his hair, you began to separate clumps and make sure everything looked okay, messy as his mop was.

Eddie peeled one eye open, looking at you. “Am I safe?”

“Yes, Munson. The big bad can of hair spray can’t get you anymore. I’m all done.”

He hopped up, bounding to the mirror to look at his newly green hair. “I kinda like it.” He shook his hair around, head-banging to test it out. “Okay, your turn.”

Just to get back at him, you did your best to not move a muscle while he sprayed your hair black, ignoring his death stares as he gets the chunks framing your face. Finished, he handed you your little clip in bangs—ones that you’d already put gel in to separate the pieces—albeit aggressively.

“Show off,” he mumbled, jumping into his black and white striped pants. You got distracted watching him get dressed, pulling on a white shirt, slowly buttoning it up. When he got to the tie he stopped.

“Wayneee,” he whined, stomping out of his room and down the hall to the living room in search of help.

You cracked the door so you could change, pulling on tights, and then your multitude of black layers until you felt eclectic, but lazily so.

“How many times have I tried to teach you this, boy? Did you even try this time?” You could hear Wayne’s deep grumble of a voice from the other room, giggling to yourself. No, he hadn’t tried.

“It’s hard,” Eddie pleaded with his uncle.

“Yeah, well you’re not gonna live here forever.”

You were smudging black shadow around your eyes when Eddie returned, tie knotted neatly, suit jacket slung over his shoulder. You met his eyes in the mirror. “You really do need to learn how to tie a tie, Ed.”

“Oh, fuck off. Need me to zip this?” He pointed to your bare back that he could see where the fabric hung loosely, considering you couldn’t reach to do it up properly, what with all the accoutrements.

“Please. There’s buttons at the top, too.” You felt his lips graze your spine, above the band of your bra, before he got to work securing you in. You fastened the choker around your neck and turned to face him, outfit all finished.

“Yum,” Eddie said, finally putting his stripey suit jacket over his shoulders. He’d found it at the thrift store and then spent a couple nights painting thick black lines all over, claiming that he’d worked so hard he’d be using this costume for the rest of eternity.

“Oh, shut up.” You held up a purple fingertip, skin covered in shadow, and beckoned him to sit again so you could fix him up real nice. “You know, this is pretty easy considering how deep the circles under your eyes already are. Maybe if you got some sleep once in a while.”

“I am a busy man, my sweet. Sleep is overrated.” You hummed, slightly annoyed, but still enjoying putting makeup on him.

Once you were both finished, you trudged out of his room, ready to be photographed by Wayne, as per usual. He was very fond of a photo album, and the one of Eddie and you was growing exponentially.

“You two be safe tonight.”

“Always are uncle Wayne.” Eddie waved him off, walking you outside.

You were just going to a costume party at a local bar, one where Eddie knew the owner, who had been very generous to Corroded Coffin in recent years. You planned to try and win this costume competition, bring home a shitty trophy, and stop for candy on the way.

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You wandered through the aisles of the video store before ending up at the market, now having separated from Eddie who went to get ice cream, leaving you to pick through the leftover candy aisle, still in your Lydia Deetz costume.

You were off to look for him, having scavenged as best as you could, but he’d obviously gone somewhere else, no longer in front of the frozen section. “Beetlejuice…”

Another aisle, another miss. “Beetlejuice…”

Skirting around the corner to where the chips were, you hoped to find purchase there. “Beetlejuice!”

Eddie’s fingers grabbed at your waist, spinning you around. “It worked!”

“So it did.” He took the candy from your arms, putting it in the basket hooked over his forearm with two little pints of ice cream.

“You were following me, weren’t you?”

“Sure was.”

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Given that Wayne had no idea what the two of you had dressed as, and he’d had the night off, the three of you sprawled out in the living room, watching Barbara and Adam drive off a bridge.

Wayne laughed at their joint death, his sick sense of humor being one of your favorite parts of him. He was set up in his Lazy-Boy, you and Eddie on the couch.

Eddie’s legs were in your lap, his hand in the popcorn bowl sitting between the two of you. He still had purple shadow smudged around his eyes, green in spots across his neck, and he’d yet to rinse his hair out, even though he’d helped you do yours a little earlier.

He’d never looked prettier. You found yourself hoping every Halloween looked like this.

You smiled in his direction, reveling in his deep laugh at something Delia said. Your eye caught the said little trophy sat on the shelf above the television, seeing as Wayne had chosen it’s spot. “Best couple’s costume,” it read.

Indeed it was.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #halloween fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie the banished #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #wayne munson #uncle wayne #uncle wayne and eddie #eddie munson comfort #savannah’s fics

[citadelofmythoughts]

You know I never understood the hate for the Brown in Yang's outfits? It allows for her hair and eyes to pop more, and helps keep her color palette from being just...straight yellow. The colors in RWBY have always been very vibrant (even in Atlas, although not as much) so having Yang wear a neutral tone like brown keeps her brighter colors from overtaking the screen in a way. Plus, it makes her purple bandana stand out more obviously, since its a single cool color mixed in with warm ones.

Warmth is kinda Yang's thing so it makes sense that her outfit would reflect that.

and yeah, with those amazing eyes of her and that mass of golden hair, anything less neutral would distract from them.

It's not like she's lacking color anyway, orange fingerless gloves, bright gold arm and Ember Celica.

And tbh I feel like her current outfit really suits who she is. She's practical and is most likely the team's go to repair person and pilot when Maria isn't around.

Tan coveralls, sensible boots and a bomber jacket are PERFECT representations of her along with that little purple bandanna.

#yang xiao long

[crepe-of-wrath]

Very Silly Wish Fulfillment with Alucard (Again)

Notes: Work contains explicit material, but more foreplay/build-up as opposed to direct smut

***

You'd lost track of how many times Alucard asked you if you were sure you truly were ready for him to come to you when he was in that sort of state. He didn't want to hurt you, he explained, and sometimes he did not have full control when he came back to the Manor still keyed-up from his work, with his senses heightened, once again reminded of how powerful and fundamentally horrifying he was.

But you had insisted.

Even still, he'd asked you again, just before he left, and you'd pulled him close, whispering, "If you don't, I fear I shall combust. Please, Alucard." His breath had gotten heavy for a second or two when you begged and clasped his arm as hard as you could.

He had said nothing, merely bowing as he took your leave.

You knew Alucard would be gone for hours and you genuinely tried to distract yourself with rote tasks, but it was pointless. Less than an hour after he left, you were in your room trying on every combination of makeup you owned, making sample cards of your perfumes, and discarding various silken things.

For the longest time, you were debating between your makeup in pinks and corals and between nighties in gentle colors like mauve and gold and mossy green, but it did not feel right. Tonight was to be about unbridled lust. Bloodlust. There was only one option.

It was the simplest silk nightie you owned, without a single bit of ornament. But true royal Tyrian purple, the color of goddesses and empresses, needed no ornamentation. All it needed was a swipe of your deepest red lipstick and a spritz or two of your most alluring perfume: smoky, resinous, and with a hint of indolic jasmine. You went into your bedroom and laid down on the bed, which was dressed in black silk. You looked at yourself in the mirror: in the candlelight, you looked like you were wearing molten blood.

You were ready for the king to take what was his.

The wait was agony. Every time you closed your eyes because you ached so badly in your core, your mind conjured up images of what he would look like, how his his huge frame would fill up the doorway, how his ebony hair would be long and vital, how his skin would positively glisten in the nighttime. Would he still have the jacket, or would he have already thrown it aside in his haste? Would his tie be loosened, his shirt unbuttoned...his sleeves rolled up? What filthy things would he command you do to with that voice of his?

You were a soaking mess, overstimulated and aroused, writhing on the mattress, pressing your thighs together so that you would not come until Alucard was there to make you beg and worship and scream.

Just as your started to fear he would not come, you heard something in the hall: footsteps, heavy and real. The realization that you would soon be devoured by Alucard's lust came so close to sending you over the edge that you bit down on your finger.

It bled. Just a little, but it bled.

A growling laugh rang through the hallway, and you swore you heard gasps and other doors in the hall shutting quickly. Alucard appeared in your room like magic.

When you looked into his eyes, your desire shrank in the face of your terror. In a mere moment, you now genuinely understood what he was and what you had gotten yourself into. The very atmosphere of the room seemed bent to his superhuman will. Reddish-brown blood from the hapless creatures he had destroyed stained his clothing, his fangs were on full display, he had the Jackal tucked in his waist and it had never looked so scary.

His crimson coat was apparently long gone, and he tore his suit jacket off as he took in your entire body. He advanced toward you slowly, pausing with every step to loosen his tie, or undo a vest button, clearly enjoying and finding arousal in your fright.

He had warned you, oh God, he had warned you, but you hadn't listened. He would be upon you soon and it would be over. You would become just another cautionary tale, a foolish girl who thought she could be like Sir Integra and play with this monster.

Alucard took one last heavy step toward you. His shirt was still tucked in, with his black tresses flowing over the collar, but it was mostly unbuttoned, showing off his lean muscles. It was almost as if he was taunting you, reminding you that you had no hope of stopping him from taking what he wanted. As a final humiliation and sign of your total submission, the tiniest little electric flutters flitted through your insides. Alucard started laughing and stopped to breathe it all in.

A tear trickled down your face as you turned your neck to him, hoping he would at least be quick. When he leaned over to get close, the last shred of courage you had failed and you closed your eyes, held your breath, and waited for the sensation of a sharp bite. Instead, there was a thud on the floor.

You let out a shallow, ragged breath and forced your eyes open. Alucard was on one knee, like the most chivalric of knights. Your head was spinning, as you were still frightened and a little intoxicated as you tried to contemplate the magnificence and might of the man before you. He had your hand, tiny and frail in his own, and he raised it slowly--so, so slowly--until you could feel his breath ghost against the back of your hand. His own fingers were so gentle, and you started breathing deeply as he finally pressed his lips into your hand. Your body shuddered, and you could not suppress a moan.

Alucard spoke: "What is your desire, my lady?"

Words and thoughts failed you for a moment. His eyes were still boring into you, devouring your essence, but he moved not a muscle. Finally, you somehow found the will to breathe, to force air through your vocal cords, to speak:

"I would have a dance, my lord."

"Then we shall dance. To please my lady is my greatest delight." He said the words, but you were still a little unsure. You had never heard Alucard sound so husky, never seen him so close to the line of control. When he did not immediately move, your fear spiked again. The air was so heavy with his want you feared you would choke.

The stillness broke. Alucard plucked you off the mattress as though you were weightless, and you instinctually pulled yourself close to him as he gracefully arced you toward some open floor. As your feet touched down, he already had your arm elegantly posed, his arm secure around his waist, and had begun a waltz.

Fear receded as arousal ran rampant.

#alucard x reader #alucard imagine #alucard hellsing #hellsing alucard #alucard x you #hand kisses #alucard simping #my writing #yes i will absolutely play along with alucard's mistress/servant thing thank u very much #literally wrote this bc a post about hand kisses came up on my dash

[bootyhoe-123123]

Rizzy reo (reo x reader bllk fluff)

(Hi guysssss this is my first work so im sorry if this is bad 😭 feel free to let me know how to improve 😋😋 -bootyhoe)

(warnings‼️‼️ no pronouns are used for Y/n in this story but it is said that they wear a skirt in their uniform you can of course just say pants if you feel comfortable with that instead anddd that’s it ENJOYY ❤️❤️)

Y/n’s POV———————————————————————

06:37 AM

I walk down a long sidewalk. I’m not the most familiar with it but i go this way when I need it. It’s an early Tuesday morning and it was just so difficult to get up this morning. I’m in dire need of a latte right now. I was up all night studying for an upcoming exam and kept on getting distracted thinking about a certain purple haired boy. Oh how I loved his purple hair, it suited him really well. Reo Mikage. I’ve had a crush on the guy for a few months now. I stop in front of a cafe I usually visit when I have a rough time in the morning, I swing the glass door open and walk inside the warmth hitting my face immediately making me feel cozy. I greet the girl behind the cash register, she looked a little older than me, somewhere in her early twenty’s. I give her my order and pay, after, I go sit at a small table with 2 chairs facing each other. I pull out one of the chairs and hang my beige messenger bag on the back of it, after I do I sit down and pull out my phone. It read 06:44 as the time. I didn’t have to be at my school till 07:10 and it was only a five minute walk from the cafe. I actually had time to enjoy my latte and it will be a lot more enjoyable considering the cold weather. “Y/n!” I hear one of the other girls shout out my name and I stand up to go get my drink. I thank her and take my drink off the counter and go back to where my bag was. I sit for a few minutes scrolling on my phone and taking sips of my drink here and there. I check the time again. “06:56.. I guess it’s time to start walkin’ towards that stupid ass school.” I Mutter lowly to myself.

I stand up and push the seat in. I open my bag and toss my phone into it. I sling it over my shoulder and take a final sip of my latte then walk over to throw it away. I brush off my uniform. I don’t mind the uniform we have to wear to school, the black skirt is cute and I like the checkers in my top but they’re hidden underneath my winter jacket right now. I wear basic new balances but I switch it up here and there, not like it matters to much anyway. The stockings I wear underneath my skirt are only for winter, I wear knee high socks any other season. I wave goodbye and say thank you to the women before walking out of the door. I pop my AirPods into my ears and play some music to keep me entertained on my short walk.

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07:02

I take my time switching my shoes into my school ones and walk into my classroom. I see a few people here and there. I wave at a few of my friends. We’re all sadly separated me in the back and the two of them in the front. And don’t get me wrong it sucked i didn’t sit with them but my seat partner was good enough for me. It was my crush, Reo. He wasn’t here yet. I didn’t expect him to be. He always comes into the class with a minute or 2 to spare with his best friend Nagi. I slowly take out my books and a few pencils from my bag before placing them neatly in my desk. I pick up my mechanical pencil, pump out some led, and draw little hearts and stars on my desk. “Hey Y/n! How was your morning? Sure was cold out today huh.”

I hear the oh so familiar voice of my seat mate and feel the tips of my ears heating up. “Hey Reo, yeah it was really cold this morning I love winter but my hands were freezing my whole walk here! My morning wasn’t the best but I’ll manage.”

I let the answer roll off my tongue to the handsome boy who was now facing me in his seat, our knees touching. “Oh? Your hands, are they still cold?”

He raises an eyebrow at me, “Well..yeah, not as bad but they’re still kind cold.”

I mumble, as I place my hands on top of one another on my desk. “Here, I wore gloves to school, let me warm your hands up.” I hear what Reo says and my eyes dart from him to my hands that were now enclosed into his bigger ones.

I feel not only the tips of my ears this time, but my whole face heat up. Reo rubs his warm, calloused fingers against my softer ones. I stared at our hands for a few seconds and slowly bring my eyes up to his face again. He was also looking at our hands but he seems to notice me look up because he looked up into my eyes with his deep purple ones, a slime plastered on his face. He leans over to me our faces closer together as he places his mouth by my ear. “Are your hands alright now or do you want me to keep warming them up?” I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears as I gulp not knowing how to answer.

I hear Reo start giggling next to my ear as he pulls away from my face still keeping my hands in his. “I’m just messing with you, Y/n. I wouldn’t mind though. If you wanted to keep our hands like this I mean .”

Am I hearing right? Did he just say he wouldn’t mind? Doesn’t matter now. This is a good opportunity for me to shot my shot with my crush and I’m not going to let it go to waste. I nod to Reo and say, “I wouldn’t mind either. If you wanted to hold hands a little longer I mean.” I mimic his words, a smile growing on my face.

He returns the gesture and mutters a little “Good” before facing the teacher in the front of the class.

Our hands were still together underneath our desks. I’m definitely not going to be wearing gloves to school if it means I get to hold hands with Reo again.

#reo mikage #reo x reader #blue lock #bllk reo #reo mikage x reader

[symphonic-scream]

I can't help it I'm giving y'all more of the heroes au

Makoto and Haru study at the same school! Makoto is a very studious law student, glasses, collared shirts and crew neck sweaters, the full nerdy look. Haru is a business major, appears to be all kindness and smiles, wearing bright colours and fluffy clothes

Queen is a total punk. Loud, follows her truth, doesn't back down. Her main suit is dark blue, based on her dad's old one from his time as a Prime Age hero (spandex, bleh). To modernize it and give it a spin more towards her tastes, she wears big, spiked combat boots, dark sliced up jeans, double studded belts, fingerless gloves, a choker, and of course, a leather jacket. Her mask is metal and the top is spiked upwards like a crown. Her jacket has a lesbian flag patch on the front, near the breast pocket! She's known for being a lady-killer during interviews

Noire is teasing smiles, flirty words laced with distraction, slipping past through the night. Her signature is the dark hat she wears with the indigo feather. At each scene she visited as a vigilante, a perfumed feather would be left behind. The light pink collared shirt, the tall purple gloves, her indigo slacks and maroon boots, they all scream musketeer. Her purple lipstick is another icon of her appearance, under the standard black domino mask she wears.

(Queen becomes accustomed to trying to wipe said lipstick off of herself before reuniting with her team)

Makoto and Sae have a stilted relationship. Sae blames the Iron Will power for their father's death, and resents Makoto for "choosing it over her, just like dad"

Haru has a hideout! It's an attic above the barely used arts building at the University. Since it's more of an academics based school, no one really spends too long there. The garden on the roof above the attic gave Haru the perfect excuse to visit, however

Okay some power notes for everyone

Joker has his Wildcard deck. It's a 52 card deck of 52 different powers! He received them from a higher spirit (Lavenza) who chose him to be her chosen hero, bestowing unto him her deck of powers and. A companion. [psst that's Morgana]. The deck resides in a pocket dimension unless he calls upon it, and with practice he's able to pull just one card rather than the deck, making it easier to just draw his random power

Ryuji was struck by lightning. Yup that's it. Now he's like a walking static charge! His hair stands on end from his natural charge, and now (with practice) he can hold back from shocking people randomly. He finds it best to use a metal bat to channel his power

Ann is rather hot (pun intended!), thanks to her flames. It's an inherited power, it skipped a generation. Her grandfather was a hero back in Europe! Her pigtails end in flames when her power is active, and she can form flames in her hands, though she's working on mastering control over the temperature and shit

Yusuke is from the 1800's, he was frozen and thawed in this age and he's. Still a bit odd. His body temperature is always lower, and the frost tends to crawl from his touch

Futaba can speak with machines, like when she touches them she "hears" what they're all about. That's all I have to say she's a nerd. Her mom had the same thing lmao

The Niijima Iron Will is, well, manifesting strong metal around themselves. Makoto tends to pull forth metal fisticuffs, aka brass knuckles, for punches and shit, though she can also bring up personal shields and minor bits of armour

And Haru!! She has the classic Psychic stuff. Telekinesis and all that. An unofficial power of hers is being really good at flustering miss Queen wink wink

TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS I WANT TO TALK ABOUT TJIS PLEASE

#persona 5 hero au #persona 5 au #makoharu #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #ann takamaki #ryuji sakamoto #p5 joker #futaba sakura #yusuke kitagawa

[positivelybeastly]

All right, so I've decided that I'm going to talk about my favourite comic book of all time, panel by panel - or, well, Beast panel by Beast panel, because they are the best panels (wa-hey!). Because this is the single best that Beast has ever been written. I love Grant Morrison. I love J.M. DeMatteis. I love David Michelinie. I love Chris Claremont. I love Rainbow Rowell. But none of them ever wrote a better Beast than Kieron Gillen. So, starting off with the context - Beast has just left the X-Men. Why? Well, for one, he was suffering from PTSD flashbacks and distracted, not doing well. For another, he kept pushing back against the more extreme measure Cyclops was advocating to keep mutantkind alive, to essentially no effect. And in the end, he just couldn't take it and left. So now he's going to work with his girlfriend, at S.W.O.R.D, which is basically space S.H.I.E.LD. Hank is a giant Star Trek nerd and scientist, so this is basically his dream come true. I like to imagine he had to be talked out of showing up in a blue science shirt with a toy tricorder. Instead, he's wearing this really lovely little suit and tie ensemble! White suit jacket and pants, smart brown shoes, a pink waistcoat, a crimson shirt, and a purple tie - honestly, he looks like a fucking pimp, I love it. I'd also like to note that I've read this maybe thirty times, and taking crops of this for this post was the first time I noticed the starfield is the background for the entire first page Hank appears, visualising just how vast the cosmos is and providing a really beautiful contrast between Earth and the Peak. Also, space shuttle car! So cool!

S.W.O.R.D vol. 1, issue #1 (2009).

Written by Kieron Gillen, pencils by Steven Sanders.

#memories. #hank mccoy #henry mccoy #s.w.o.r.d #kieron gillen #steven sanders #I'm just going to be gushing about this series over the holiday season don't mind me.

[dracoqueen22]

For @fuzipenguin who prompted: 'Rude/Cloud/Reno, the exception, not the rule'

They always share. 

That’s the rule. Rude always shares with Reno, and Reno always shares with Rude, and they never share more than once because no one else actually matters. They’re toys or distractions or brief surges of lust. 

But it figures pretty boy Cloud would be the one exception. This is… what? The fifth time they’ve had that blond bastard between them? Rude would know; Reno’s lost count. There’s something about him that they just can’t quit. 

Like right now. 

Cloud’s naked, bouncing up and down on Rude’s cock like it’s his job, his wrists cuffed behind his back and sweat sheening all over that pale skin of his. Pale, unmarked skin because fuck Soldiers and their super-fast healing. Bastard doesn’t have a single scar on him. 

Rude’s leaned back in the chair, all comfortable, but still wearing his suit. Took off the jacket because cumstains are a bitch to get out, and he’s rolled up his sleeves the way he knows Reno likes, but he’d only opened his pants enough to get his cock out and into Cloud. 

Fuck, it just don’t get better than this. 

Reno finally stands from where he’s been watching the show. He takes the last swig of his beer and sets it aside. Rude looks at him – not Cloud, despite all that muscle twitching, soft whimpering he’s making – and Rude’s eyes are an invitation. So Reno strolls on over and leans on Rude’s shoulder, whispers in his partner’s ear all seductive-like. 

“How’s he feel?” he asks with a friendly nip to Rude’s ear. 

Those big hands tighten on Cloud’s waist. Pull him back and into stillness so Rude can push up for a nice and deep grind. 

“Tight,” Rude grunts, his thumbs pressing dimples to the left and right of Cloud’s spine. 

“Better than me?” Reno asks, not because he’s suddenly feeling replaced, but because it makes Cloud tighten up when they talk about him like he isn’t there. 

Rude chuffs. “Don’t be stupid.” He plants his feet and thrusts up, jolting a cry out of Cloud from behind clenched teeth. “You want him next?” 

“Nope.” Reno pops the word and nips Rude’s ear. “I want him now.” 

Rude’s breathing hitches. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead that Reno tastes with his lips. “I’m not done.” 

Yeah, but sharing is caring, right? 

“His mouth’s free, ain’t it?” Reno asks, and both of them shudder at that – Rude all over as he drags Cloud down for another one of those deep grinds he likes, and Cloud visibly tensing, his fingers curling into tight fists as he fights off a moan. 

Reno doesn’t wait for an answer. He strides around so he can see Cloud’s face, and his dick, already frustrated at not getting wet inside a squirming blond, gives a hard twitch and blurt of pre. 

Cloud looks wrecked. The kind of wrecked Reno feels after a good dicking from Rude, face all flushed, hair limp, cock purple and dripping, nipples tight and red from Rude playing with ‘em earlier, eyes all bright but hazy. He’s trying to glare at Reno, and it’s a pretty cute attempt. Cloud always acts like this, like he didn’t show up on their doorstep specifically to get fucked unconscious. Like he’s their dirty little secret and it’s not the other way around. 

“How about it, soldier boy?” Reno asks as he gets a grip of Cloud’s chin and runs the pad of his thumb over Cloud’s lower lip. “Your mouth good for more than bullshit?” 

Cloud’s tongue flicks over the tip of Reno's thumb. He’s trying to glare again, but his breathing is all quick and hot. “Is yours?”  

Reno barks a laugh. “My mouth is the best in this room,” he declares, which Rude agrees with a hum. “But you haven’t earned that yet.” 

He keeps hold of Cloud’s jaw, tilts his head down to watch as Reno thumbs open his belt, his button, his zipper, lets his pants sag down and his dick pop free. He gives himself a stroke and squeeze, pre spilling out around the ring in his slit. 

“Come on,” Reno purrs as he pulls Cloud’s head down and Rude helps out, the way a best partner does, until Cloud’s right where he needs to be, staring right at Reno’s dick. “Give him a lick like a good boy.” 

Reno says ‘lick’. He expects the bright-eyed glare that flicks up at him. He waits for the muttered sarcastic comment. He is not ready for the way Cloud attacks his dick like a starving man at a buffet. Cloud gobbles him down like he’s not happy without a dick in his mouth, no finesse, no style, just straight up tongue and throat, and Reno’s knees go weak. 

“Fuck,” he breathes and buries his hands in silky blond hair. He’s got Cloud’s nose in his pubes, and Cloud’s throat tight around his dick, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to last. 

Especially not when Rude fucks Cloud forward, like he’s fucking Cloud onto Reno’s dick, and it’s just like that. Because Reno rocks his hips, matches Rude’s rhythm like the partners they are, and there Cloud is, spitroasted between them like he belongs there. 

Never more than once, they told each other. Never more than once, but here Cloud is for the sixth or seventh time, and Reno already knows there’s gonna be an eighth. Cloud’s gonna show up again, looking all wet and pathetic and greedy, and Reno’s gonna haul him inside, shove his tongue down Cloud’s throat right before Rude drags them both off to bed. 

It’s inevitable. 

***

#draco writes #unedited fic #flash fiction fest fill #cloud/reno/rude #ff7 fanfic

[lavenderwhirls]

Chapter 2 : fated meeting brought by your words

《The Regrator's sunlight》

Pantalone x reader|| modern au

You woke with a groan as the phone alarm beeped early in the morning. You huff as you grab your phone from your bedside drawer.

 

 'What the... 6:31 a.m!? ' 

 

Your eyes twitch slightly, forgetting how you set up your alarm early yesterday. With a groan, you sat up and stretched your arms above your head with a satisfied sigh.

 

"Time to get ready," you lazily mumbled to yourself as you got up, walking out of your bedroom and to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for yourself before leaving to prepare the pastries at the café.

 

You got ready and wore a (favorite color) floral blouse and some black pants.

 

"Where did I put it again?" You mutter to yourself as you look around the apartment to look for your black winter coat. "There you are," you grumble to yourself as you grab the black winter coat from the blankets on the couch.

 

"Keys, keys! Damn it!" you sigh in irritation as you now look for your car keys.

 

Five minutes later, you finally found the keys under your wallet on the countertop. 'What is wrong with me today?! ' You sigh to yourself and shake your head.

 

You locked your apartment door and went to the elevator to head down to the parking lot. Opening your car, you turn on the heater as you get inside the car. Heading to the location of your mini café, you drive safely and carefully.

 

"Brr...it's much colder than usual," you say, shivering slightly from the cold breeze of winter.

 

As you arrive at the location, you immediately open your café and turn on the heater. You rubbed your hands together for warmth as you took off your winter jacket, putting it on the coat rack in the back. You yawned slightly as you got ready to prepare the ingredients for the pastries and desserts.

 

You wash your hands and wipe them with a clean towel. It was about 8:28 a.m. when you finished making half of the pastries. You stretch your arms slightly as you adjust the apron that you wear over your clothes.

 

"Heaven...when I held you again," you sing along to the shuffled songs of your Spotify playlist.

 

You grab a clean cloth as you wipe the tables around the room.

 

"How could we ever just be friends?"

 

"I would rather die than let you go."

 

"Juliet to your Romeo"

 

"How I heard you say"

 

The sound of the song in the background distracts you as you sing and clean.

 

"I said, I would never fall...unless it's you I fall into," you hum...

 

~~~~~~

 

"I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her."

 

"I found you."

 

Pantalone listens to his car's radio as he drives his expensive car through the busy streets of Snezhnaya.

 

Slightly humming to the song, he drove with one hand while the other fixed the dark, pale purple tie on his suit.

 

 

"I would never fall in love again until I found her."

 

"I said, I would never fall until it's you I fall into."

 

The radio continues to play the music.

 

"I was lost in the darkness, but then I found her."

 

Pantalone quietly sang the verse under his breath.

 

"I found you."

 

The radio finished as it went silent for awhile.

 

~~~~

You smiled as the song finished, just as you finished cleaning at the same time.

 

You tied your hair up in a braid hairstyle as you sat behind the counter with a contact sigh.

 

Raising an eyebrow as Childe suddenly messages you on your phone

 

"What..?" You quietly mumble as you see his message.

 

'"I think my colleague liked the dessert, (Name)," Childe messages you.

 

"Hm. What's wrong about that?" You ask to no one as you reply back.

 

"Is that a bad thing?" You message Childe.

 

Well, no, but I'm surprised he liked it because that guy likes expensive things!" Childe replied back, and you let out an amused chuckle at his message.

 

He was about to message back a teasing, sassy reply when he messaged again.

 

"Wait no! That came out wrong! Wait," Childe messaged as you laughed slightly.

 

"Don't worry, I get it," you messaged him back.

 

Phew, I was worried you were going to scold me because of that," Childe replied.

 

"Wait, a black expensive car pulled up in front of the café." You quickly messaged back, and he quickly replied.

 

"Oh heck, good luck (Name)," Childe messaged before leaving on read now.

 

"Good luck? What do you mean by good luck?" You instantly messaged him; however, he left you on read.

 

"Damn it," you mutter to yourself, and your eyes widen as the wind chimes make a sound.

 

Turning your head towards the male, your eyes widen in recognition as you notice the fatui symbol pin on his black suit.

 

"Ah, you're the—" you stare wide-eyed at the ravenette standing tall before you that just entered your mini café.

 

"Indeed, I'm the banker of the Northland bank and Tartaglia's colleague, or you probably know him as Childe, the ravenette calmly said as his eyes remained closed.

 

'How the hell does he see? ' You think to yourself with a slight deadpan expression.

 

~~~~~

Pantolette stopped by the road, glancing briefly at the outside of the café. He sees a young woman with her head bowed down to the countertop behind the counter using her phone, clearly messaging someone.

 

"Ah, she must be the barista and the owner of this café." Pantalone raised an eyebrow as he smirked to himself.

 

He locked his car and got out as he adjusted his attire.

 

Entering the café, he was greeted by the soft chimes of the wind chimes above the door.

 

His eyes open slightly as his golden-yellow eyes scan the area, observing how the café is designed for calmness and comfort.

 

His eyes briefly met with yours as the young woman glanced at him slightly wide-eyed.

 

Something...

 

His heart flutters.

 

He quickly snapped out of the trance as he replied back at your seemingly speechless action.

 

"You must be the owner of this café, aren't you? Tartaglia has said a lot of praise regarding your business, Pantalone calmly states as he gets a hold of himself.

 

"I am," you respond quickly and nod.

 

"Then" he starts...

 

"It's a pleasure to meet you, darling," the banker smirks, his tone having a slight flirtatious tone to it. As he steps forward, nearing the counter.

 

You stare deadpan at the man with an unamused frown on your lips.

 

'The audacity-! ' Your eyes slightly twitch.

 

As you think of yourself and cross your arms over your chest in the process.

 

"Ah, please do call me (Name), sir." You sweatdropped as you told him that.

 

"Oh, hm..alright, then (Name) it is," Pantalone said as he smirked.

 

"And let's skip the formalities; do call me Pantalone," the banker calmly states as he sits on one of the stools near the counter.

 

"Alright, Pantalone," you said with a stiff nod.

 

The man intertwined his fingers as he placed his elbows on the clean countertop.

 

You silently and briefly glanced at him as he seemed to be checking the menu of available pastries.

 

'How the hell? You think to yourself.

 

With a small hum, the ravenette suddenly speaks.

 

"Are you occupied next week?" Pantalone asks suddenly as he looks up from the menu and then to you.

 

"Why do you ask, sir Pantalone?" You ask back.

 

"Can I hire you for next week? There is an upcoming party in the fatui on next week's Wednesday," Pantalone smirks.

 

"And I needed to find a baker, and it seems," Pantalone continues.

"I found a capable one." Pantalone opens his eyes, golden-yellow eyes meeting with your (Your eye color) eyes.

 

"So... do you accept?" Pantalone speaks as you think about the offer.

 

"My dear?" Pantalone finished with a smile.

#pantalone x reader #fatui pantalone #pantalone #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #regrator

[astrid19202]

He looked so handsome it hurt. His baby blue suit jacket, black shirt that showed off his tone muscles, and silver rings that wrapped around his fingers. Those same fingers that have been used in and out of you so many times you’ve lost count. His eyes were lighten up and happy, which in result made you happy too. 

Luke stood against the bar talking to his band mates and friends, discussing the take my hand tour that he’d be leaving for in two days. In this moment you were all at a quaint party, celebrating the success of the band, appreciating their lives and the new forth comings of shows and memories they’d be making. 

Your joining Luke on tour after two months in since you still have work things to finish up with, but you’d miss each other dearly regardless. It wasn’t that you two couldn’t stand being without each other,  it was that the love you both held in your hearts bled endless and relentlessly. So sometimes time apart felt like a million years because of impatience. However, despite that you still managed to groove together lovely whether a minute or a year away. 

But right now it wasn’t the party, the food, the people that were talking to you. Nope, not at all. Instead, it was Luke who was making it very difficult to listen to your friends speak in your ear as you watched him stand there, unintentionally making your thighs clench and body ache in need. 

“Hun are you okay?” Michelle, asked as she nudged your shoulder lightly.

“Hmm?” You shifted your gaze lightly to her to show you were listening, but truthfully you were still looking at Luke through your side vision. But you weren’t sneaky enough cause she saw your eyes move rather quickly on him again.

“Oh I see what’s going on” She giggled against the rim of her glass and taking a sip with her eyebrows raised. 

“What?” You blushed into the palm you were leaning on and shifted in your seat. 

“Well with the way your looking at old Lukey boy over there I’d say your-“ But before she could finish her sentence you covered her mouth. 

“Hush…I can’t help it okay shut up” 

Michelle laughed and shook her head, “It’s okay we’ve all been there. Just go do what you have to, I’ll cover for ya‘ll”.

You looked at her surprised, “I’m not actually gonna go do that, especially now. It’s not the right time”.

“Oh c’mon go have fun, I know you want to. Now go!” She pushed you out the booth and blocked the entrance so you couldn’t sit back down in your place again. 

It wasn’t that you were a prude, far from it actually. Plus, you and Luke have done it in public spaces before. But it’s always been initiated by him with you following along. But the idea thrilled you the nonetheless. Maybe you could start it this time, why not?

Your black dress clung to your curves, sheer in the right places such as over your breasts and behind your back. It made you look both elegant and sexy in the best ways possible. 

While you were on one side of the room admiring Luke and having your thoughts, he had them right away when he saw you step out of your guy’s bedroom to leave for the party an hour ago. Sadly he had to push them away and avoid them to get through the party. So now that he was distracted and having simple fun, he barely could register your hand slipping into his and taking him to the dance floor of swaying bodies. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck and body clung to him, his arms securing your waist in his large hands as he looked down at you innocently and happily to see you.

“Missed me sweetheart?” He grinned cockily, thinking he had the upper hand already. But that would quickly dissolve into your palm.

“Mhm” You mumbled as your hips began grinding into his subtly, “so much Lu”. Your lips began to suck lightly onto his neck, forming pretty red and purple roses into his skin making him grunt and dig his nails in your hips.

“W-what are you doing” His eyes fluttering closed as you brush your hand down the front of his pants to his cock in his trousers. Thankfully with all the people distracted with each other, no one saw what you two were doing. 

“Luke, do you know what I’ve been doing for the past hour?” You whispered into his neck as you kissed lower to his collarbones and playing with the chain around his neck with your other hand.

Luke was in a daze, he was so used to initiating the public sexual intimacy with you. Obsessed with the way you got coy and fell apart for him. But this time the roles were reserved and he can’t say it didn’t make him hard, because it painfully did. Especially with the way your hand began rubbing him and lips attached on his neck. 

“Hmm” He choked out as you turned around pressing your ass into him letting his hands wander over your body. 

Your head tilted back, the both of you swaying and rocking into each other as his cock pressed into you from behind with ease. 

“I’ve been sitting in that booth all night, wet and thinking about you. I’ve been so tempted to blow you against the bar or having you fuck me against a wall or table. Wouldn’t that be fun?” 

Luke broke and pulled you into him, “Fuck come with me” He grabbed your wrist and guided you to the back of the party, opening a back door that led into a nearby empty office room. 

He pressed you into the door as it closed and pressed his mouth on yours quickly. The kiss was heated, messy and perfect at the same time. His tongue gliding into your mouth as he spread your thighs to wrap around him. 

His hands were everywhere, now sliding up to your breasts as they felt heavy in his palms and groped them. His kissed down your neck and to your chest, sucking marks as he pulled the top of your dress down before sucking your right nipple in his mouth.

“Such pretty tits baby, all for me huh?” He moved to the left, biting and sucking as his lip ring brush against it making you shiver.

You threw your head back, whimpering out as he appreciated your breasts and with his other hand ripped your panties down your thighs. His thumb attached to your clit, rubbing circles expertly as your wetness coated his fingers immediately.

“Y-yes Lu I’m all yours”. His cock strained at your weak voice and the way you called yourself his. His possessiveness and lust overtaking him quickly.

“All fucking mine, pretty girl” He pushed his pointer and middle into you, his chunky sliver rings brushing over your clit as his digits dragged in and out of you. 

And it’s true, you did look so pretty. Your hair was splayed out around you, lips parted and noises falling from what he was doing to you as your breasts were displayed in front of him, thighs spread and ripped pink underwear barely hanging off your thigh.

Luke kissed you again, you leisurely trying to kiss him back as he pleasures you.

He felt you clench around his fingers as he smirked and brushed your g-spot with the tip of his middle digit, he repeatedly graced over it and dragged his fingers out and back in again. He was teasing you. 

“P-please” You whimpered as your hips lifted slightly.

“Please what honey?”

“Please I want you”, You looked up at him with pouted flush lips and desperation in your eyes.

Then, his fingers were gone and you watched as he pulled his cock out into his hand, pumping him himself as he looked back you smug.

Your mouth practically watered and before Luke could stop you, you were on your knees in front of him and sucking the head of his cock into your mouth feverishly. Your tongue smoothed over the tip making him whimper and tilt his head back.

Now it was his turn to be pressed into the door as you rested your hands on his thighs which were dressed in his straight baby blue set pants that covered his long legs perfectly. His ratted converse spread out his legs slightly as he gripped your hair in his hand, and moaned watching your head move back and forth on him. 

“Fuck sweetheart just like that, doing so good for me baby” His words making you press your thighs together as you got wetter. You loved pleasing him, especially when he sweet talked to you during it. 

But you felt like teasing him yourself a little tonight too as you pulled away and began stroking his cock in your hand, dipping your head down and sucking at one of his balls lightly. 

Luke moaned out loudly, his eyes closing shut as his Addams apple bobbed in his throat. 

“S-shit” Your hand kept working him until he had enough and lifted you up, settling you on a nearby table. 

“Gonna fuck your pussy so hard” He lifted your thigh up around him as he slid into you, hips flush against each other’s as he went as deep as he could. 

You whines as your walls took him in and wrapped around him quickly.

“How are you so” 

  thrust 

“Tight, fuck” 

  thrust

Your back arched as Luke slid his other hand around and gripped your ass, harshly pulling you into him so you sat at the edge of the table and he fucked you.

“Harder Luke please fuck me harder” You cried out and gripped his blonder hair in your hands. 

He groaned and drilled into you harder, his cock pushing into you that you felt a slight bulge in your tummy. 

“Louder honey let everyone know I’m fucking you this good” His hand smacked down at your ass and you felt the table shake beneath you as he went faster, slamming against the wall it was near. 

“Wowwww!” 

You opened your eyes and there was Michael and Calum leaned against the door, drunk out their minds. Thankfully, Luke was covering you up with his body but their sudden entrance didn’t stop him. Instead, the image of you spread out on the desk with Luke’s cock pounding in and out of you continued. 

“What” He angled your hips as towards him more as he fucked you, “Do you want? I-I’m busy boys” He grunted into your neck. 

The boys shielded their eyes once they realized he didn’t give two fucks and wasn’t gonna stop, “Nevermind have fun Hemmo!” They laughed as they stumbled out and closed the door behind them. 

Luke’s free hand slipped around your throat as he made you look at him, fucking you with pride vigorously.

“You liked that baby huh? Having my friends watch me fuck you. I know you did, I felt your pussy get wetter around me, dirty girl” 

You whined, and blushed because it was the truth. It gave you an adrenaline rush and you couldn’t deny it.

“Yes luke I liked it” You moved your other thigh up to his waist, giving him more access to slip between you.

“Fucking whore” He grunted he as he tilted his head back and he kept both hands on your ass holding onto you. It turned him on too but he wouldn’t say it out loud, instead he’d show you.

You clenched around his cock at his words and moaned laying your forehead on his shoulder, feeling your orgasm dangling in front of you.

Luke saw you breaking apart beneath him and lifted your head up by your hair, “Love you so much, cum around me lemme feel you baby” He started rubbing your clit again quickly and sucked at your neck, reviving previous marks he left and making them brighter. He wanted everyone to see you were his. 

His mouth attached your breasts again, tongue lapping up your nipples, giving each equal attention. It was all so much, his cock fucking you, his mouth, his fingers on your swollen clit. You came quickly, coating him of your wetness.

Luke felt himself about to cum, but before he could pull out you pressed him against you making him stay in place.

“Want you to cum in me Lukey” You whispered in his ear. He whimpered as he rocked in and out of you, the thought spurring him on as he started fucking you again harder.

You kissed down his jaw and he bit his bottom lip, closing his dark blue eyes as he came, hips stuttering into yours as he filled your pussy up. 

“So good sweetheart, s-so good for me” He brushed your hair out your face as he finished, and placed sloppy kisses on your cheek. 

Panting, you both caught your breathe and fixed yourselves up. He pulled you into him and gathered your cheeks in his hands as kissed your lips. Guiding you both back to the party, you looked around at the crowd and saw your friend giving you a thumbs up as you hid your face into Luke’s chest while his friends caught him up in conversation again.

#luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings #luke smut #5sos smut #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings x you

[stiffyck]

thinking about genderqueer scar.

thinking of scar wearing super masc clothing in s4-5, thinking how he looks at cleo and joe and how free they are in their gender expressing, but if he isnt wearing masc clothes, how will the others react? thinking how he desperately wants to hide his scars when he first joins hermitcraft, how he's afraid of judgement and losing the connections he made. looking at how iskall just wears dresses without any remorse and feeling jealous. but hes a man, why would he feel jealous of someone wearing a dress? he likes wearing suits! he likes looking fancy!

cue s6, concorp vs sahara. grian pulls out ariana griande as propaganda and scar just cant stop looking. keeps feeling jealous at how everyone seem so comfortable in their own skin and how the minute he sees his scars in the mirror, or he sees his body, himself, he doesnt see himself. he feels disgusted. cub notices and asks his long time friend if he wants to do promotion ads, like sahara seems to do with ease. scar reassures him hes fine, they dont need to do that. cub just shrugs and tells him the offer will always be there for him.

scar doesnt know what to do. so, he sews mystic suiits for him and cub, and tells him they can do the promo together. and he added glitter and bright blue, sparkles and blue handkerchief. and cub didnt say anything how it wasnt manly enough. just grins at him and tells him how beautiful the garments are. and scar wears them and it doesnt feel wrong, not like his bomber jacket, and he adds flowers to it, flowers that dont match, but people expect it from clumsy, oblivious scar.

s7, and after discovering cub wont judge him for not wearing masc clothes, his outfit of the season is wizard robe. he has an excuse to wear something long, something without pants. and to say he liked it would be an understatement. thinking how he wore this robe for a good half of the season, and thinking how he would twirl it while he walks in his magical village. the beard was itchy, he would only look in the mirror if he was only wearing the robe, still hiding most of his scars. thinking how it would be his comfort clothing after a long day of wearing the aqua town outfit. thinking how he made his mayor outfit ugly bc people wouldnt question how not manly it looked. purple suit with yellow pants? what a silly idea, sounds like scar. bdubs complimenting the outfit almost everyday, cub helping with the turf war wearing a pharaoh robe, which made scar adding long tails to his jacket.

s8 and embracing the most eccentric outfit. yes, he was wearing pants, but he was wearing a hat! and being complimented for his looks, saying his scars made him look badass, not being alone, he felt ready to show more of himself. looking in the mirror doesnt bring that sense of disconnection. heck, taking his shirt off during third life was the best thing that could've ever happen to him. people being distracted by it, he felt this sense of confidence.

wearing the wizard robe again in last life, to twirl again, to give himself a break from the pants, even growing his hair for the first time, just feeling free. it didnt help he ended alone, needing to make contracts with others to gain some sort of friendship. but they all went back to hermitcraft, and mumbo forced everyone in boatem to have a mandatory sleepover, to let everyone cry bc crying was a human thing to do, and no one judging scar to arrive with a nightgown.

and in s9, he forgone the masc look completely, embracing the fem look. long hair, fancy dress, earings, tiara, everything. and people saying he looked beautiful. and thinking how great he felt. and thinking how he looks himself in the mirror, in his tree, and finally seeing himself. this is scar. that's him.

just thinking about genderqueer scar

-- bloop anon (sorry for giving you this best of word vomit, and no, i havent watch any episode from s6 to s4)

YEEESSSSS OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

#scar is so full of gender its unfair #like share some with us man #we are starving here #gtws #asks #stiff talk #goodtimeswithscar