#MM fic

[callsignspark]

Mar[r]y Me - part 8.5.2

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food.

series warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, extreme fluff, like soooo much flirting, warnings to be added as needed

word count: 3.6k

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note: happy Friday! I hope everyone had lovely holidays and 2024 is going well for you so far! I did have some issues tagging people so apologizes if you didn't notified! I really loved writing this chapter, especially since it's going to help set the stage for the rest of the story! (only 4 more parts to go! isn't that crazy??) please be safe if you have snow coming towards you this weekend, and enjoy these two pining and yearning for each other more than ever.

part 8.5.2 - rambling and rings

Friday, April 16, 2021

Mary waves at the obnoxiously large SUV as Slider honks and drives away. Leaning against the entryway table, she slips her heels off and wiggles her painted toes at the feeling of the soft runner beneath her feet. Shuffling over to the entertainment console, she hums as she connects her phone, choosing the song that was on in the car.

The dreamy guitar intro floats through the air, making her smile. And the last beams of golden sunshine disappear as she dances through the living room, enjoying the peaceful feeling that’s settled in her chest and closing the blinds in between twirls.

Good things are happening at work, rumbles that there’s a promotion coming on the horizon. The monthly call back home to her parents hadn’t ended in tears for the first time in months. Most of her evenings are spent in the company of at least one Dagger family member, helping Kris and Dani with their kids or enjoying the adult-only life with Aaron and Flora. Bradley is messaging her as often as he can, every email making her heart flutter, increasing her joy with every sentence he types.

Everything is coming together in ways she had never even dared to dream about.

An early dinner with Ron, Mav, and Penny was the cherry on top of a great week. The four of them laughing and telling stories the entire time, taking advantage of the warm spring weather at the patio table Pete had reserved for Slider’s birthday. As stories and photos were traded across the table, Mary felt like her heart could burst learning about baby Bradley. The only quiet moment of the evening was when their waiter brought an unordered round of drinks to the table, prompting the men to venture inside and thank the old Navy buddy that had spotted them through the window.

“Thank you, Matt; it was getting just a tiny bit too windy for us.”

“No problem, ma’am.” The young man smiles over his shoulder as he finishes turning the outdoor heater on. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”

“I think we’re good for now, thank you,” Penny answers, glancing at Mary, softening at the sight of the younger woman lost in thought as she stares out at the ocean with a content smile.

She watches as brown eyes drift from the water to the table, gentle fingers tracing over a copy of a photo that’s older than the girl studying it. Penny stays quiet, letting the sound of waves crashing on the sand accompany the slight furrow that creases Mary’s brow as she brings the photo closer to her face.

“He looks just like his dad, doesn’t he?”

“He does; he acts a lot like him, too, more than he realizes.”

“You knew him?” It’s not a surprised reaction, just curious.

Penny hums, “We weren’t close, but I knew him enough to see how much Bradley has turned out like him. He’s a good blend of both his parents.”

“Did you know Carole very well?”

“More than Nick, by default, but for the most part, we were at different stages in life. She was older than me by a few years. I was in college and she was a widow raising a toddler. But, as you know, the aviator community is pretty small, so we were friendly. I would even babysit Bradley sometimes when the guys were deployed.”

“He was a cute baby,” Mary says softly, eyes back on the last photo taken of the whole Bradshaw family.

“He was… turned out to be a handsome man, didn’t he?” Penny asks, taking advantage of the moment.

She smirks as the younger woman looks up at her through her lashes, a shy smile stretching her pink cheeks. “He did.”

“Can I ask you something while they’re still inside?”

“We’re not together. But we are going on a date the week after he gets back.” Now it’s Mary’s turn to smirk at how Penny’s eyebrows rocket up to her hairline. “That is what you were going to ask me, right?”

“It’s close enough. Are you excited?”

“I am. I really like him.”

It’s the first time she admitted it out loud to anyone other than her best friend. She revels in the encouraging energy and words Penny gives back, both of them still giggling like school girls when Pete and Ron return.

“What are you two laughing about?” Slider asks as he slips Mary’s wrap over her shoulders.

“Oh, nothing.” When Penny winks, she has the overwhelming urge to cry. The knowing look accompanying those two words is more affectionate and maternal than anything her mother has done in years.

Their hug goodbye lasts a few seconds longer than expected, and the gentle hands that smooth some stray hairs back make her throat tighten. Slider is quiet on the ride home; familiar with the many moods of Mary, he lets her work through her thoughts with the radio on low.

“Y’okay, kid?” He doesn’t speak until he pulls into her neighborhood, giving himself a five-block buffer to determine if a pit stop to the closest ice cream shop is required.

“Yeah. Just-” Mary pauses, trying to figure out how to best explain. “Just still getting used to it.”

“To what?”

“To how easy it is to just be me out here. Surrounded by people who have just folded me into their lives with zero hesitation, like I’ve always been here.”

“Mary, were you happy in Florida?”

“I was content. Getting to know you helped with that a lot, but let’s face it; if I was happy, I wouldn’t have been so excited to leave.”

“And you’re happy now?”

“I am. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”

It's a cheesy line, but true. She knew that when she said it, accepting the light teasing that followed with a smile. One that hadn’t left her face as she said goodbye to her mentor, one that grows as the song starts again. She can’t help how big her grin gets. This song always reminds her of Bradley.

“I'm in love, I'm alive. I belong to the stars and sky.”

Letting the song stay on repeat, Mary stops in the kitchen for some water on her way to the bedroom. It’s still early - not even eight yet - but a full night’s sleep is calling her name, eyelids feeling heavy.

She slips her clothes off, folding the jeans for tomorrow and tossing her shirt in the laundry. A small groan of relief accompanies the unclasping of her bra before she slings it into the hamper. Turning the bedroom speakers down slightly as she enters the bathroom, a grimace instantly creases her face when she catches sight of herself in the mirror.

“Jesus…” Her disbelief echoes in the room as gentle fingers rub over the harsh red lines where her clothes dug into her skin. It’s evident where the waistband of her jeans sat all day. And the tender spots under her arms lets her know it’s time to look for better-fitting bras, again. Mary tugs the leg of her panties up, relieved to see at least one piece of clothing hasn’t left its mark.

She’s massaging the sore spots on her chest, letting her warm hands diminish the pain, when her phone rings. Her eyebrows furrow deeper at the unknown number flashing across the screen.

Usually, at this time of night, she’d ignore an unknown number and let the other person leave a voicemail, but something in her gut tells her to pick up before it’s too late.

“Hello?” There’s a muffled response, and she scrambles to disconnect her phone from the speakers. “Hello? Can you hear me?”

“Hello, ma’am. Can I speak to Mariella Vertucci?”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“This is Lieutenant Corso in the communications bay on the USS Roosevelt. Can you confirm your identity with your full name, birthday, and the eight-digit code given to you by Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

Mary’s heart stops for a second. This is it. Bradley is calling. She’s going to get to talk to him after forty-eight days. Hear his voice. See his face.

“Ma’am?”

“Sorry. Mariella Theresa Vertucci, born March 14, 1987. The code is 0125-2020.”

“Thank you, ma’am. One minute, please.” The soft clacking of a keyboard filters through the phone, the Lieutenant's tongue clicking as he types. “You’ve been verified. Does the phone you’re using have video chat capabilities.”

“It does, Lieutenant.”

“Excellent. Stay on the line, and in a few minutes, a video chat will come through with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw. You have been allotted 30 minutes today. I am required to remind you that communication is not secure. This means, for security purposes, you cannot ask what time of day it is, what location, or how any missions have gone. Please confirm that you understand.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you. I am also required to let you know that this video chat is conducted in a private area and will not be monitored. However, the audio will be recorded, so any lewd acts are discouraged but not forbidden.”

Mary can’t help the snort that escapes. “But not forbidden?”

“Uh- the uh-” She smothers a chuckle at how the kid trips over his words. “The Navy understands that loved ones are apart for long periods of time and can’t forbid any uh- urges that couples may wish to act upon during their chats. But we are legally required to inform everyone of the recording.”

“Ah, I see. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“No problem, ma’am. Please stay on the line, and your loved one will be joining shortly.” She giggles at how quickly the hold music starts, humming along to Anchors Aweigh as she clips her hair up, ready to take her makeup off. She’s about to wet a washcloth when the music cuts, and the video call comes through.

Taking a second to look herself over, Mary admires the tendrils that have escaped, perfectly framing her cheeks that are still flushed from the wine she had with dinner. The slightest bit still tipsy and a little frazzled about Bradley, she realizes just in time that she’s still only in her underwear, hitting the accept button and dropping the phone on the counter.

“One second! Just- oh, come on! Fuck!” She curses under her breath as she struggles to slip into her bathrobe. “Hang on, Bradley!”

Finally getting both arms in, she ties the robe, eyebrows raising in surprise at how it cinches her waist, before eagerly grabbing her phone.

“Hi, Mary.”

“Hi, Bradley.”

She greedily drinks him in. It’s been 48 days since she’s seen his handsome face or heard his warm voice - the longest since they met - and she’s missed him. Her heart clenches at how tired he looks, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than ever.

“Hi, honey.” The sweet name hits something deep inside, and she can’t help the tears that immediately form or the way her bottom lip wobbles. “Oh, shit, Mary. Please don’t cry, honey.”

The emotional reaction surprises even her; she was expecting to be a bit overwhelmed, but nothing like this. It makes her feel a little ridiculous, crying about a man she’s barely even kissed. But you love him, her brain chimes in, sending more heat to her face.

“This is your uncle’s fault!” She laughs, swiping tears away and propping her phone against the mirror.

“Mav?”

She can’t help but giggle at his disbelieving tone as she reaches for a tissue. “No, Slider. He’s in town this week, and he may or may not - but definitely did - get me tipsy at dinner, like he always does!”

She trills on about dinner, telling him about the childhood stories that were shared and the baby photos that now live on her phone, not noticing the look on his face until he interrupts.

“You getting in the shower, Mary?”

The husky tone immediately grabs all of her attention, a shiver running down her spine at the smoldering look on Bradley’s face. She follows his eyes down, surprised to see how much her robe has come undone. The valley between her breasts is completely visible, and the fabric is threatening to expose her belly button - and more - if it’s not fixed.

“Oops…” She mumbles to herself, tightening the robe so much it pushes her cleavage together.

Normally, this is where her insecurities would ruin the moment - flooding her brain with terrible things. Make her spend the rest of the call analyzing how she looks in the tiny corner box, agonizing how prominent her double chin is from this angle. But the soft fuck that crackles through the phone squashes the anxieties before they can take root, shifting her attention to admire the man looking back at her.

And god, he is a man.

Bradley Bradshaw has always been gorgeous: tall, strong, and deliciously tan. But mid-deployment Bradley Bradshaw is a vicious attack to the senses. And the hormones.

His broad shoulders have gotten broader, filling the little privacy cubicle in the communications room so much that he’s brushing both sides of the walls. His curls are more golden than usual, clear evidence of time spent flying in the Pacific tropics. His tan is deeper, too, glowing even in the harsh florescent lighting, the bridge of his nose slightly sunburnt. His neatly trimmed mustache moves with his lush pink lips, warmth building in her core as her thoughts drift to the memory of how they felt pressed against hers.

“Mary?” She hums, eyes focusing back into the present and away from her favorite post-deployment reunion fantasy. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“You.”

It's clear he wasn’t expecting that answer from the way he drags a hand over his mouth to muffle a cruse, his eyes scrunching shut.

She wasn’t expecting it either; the effects of the wine have mostly worn off, leaving her with flushed cheeks and apparently a slightly looser tongue. She can’t bring herself to be embarrassed about the overly honest answer. Communicating exclusively via email for the last month and a half has allowed Mary to gain confidence in Bradley’s feelings. It’s hard to wonder about his intentions when every email ends with him telling her how many days are left until he’s home.

“Your lips…” She continues, emboldened as the last remnants of wine soften the sharp edges of her insecurities and the pink working its way up his neck. She loves how easily Bradley blushes for her. Their few kisses have always ended with his cheeks a lovely, rosy shade. “How soft your hair is. Your mustache. How strong you are. How much I miss you…”

The words make them both pause. It’s not an uncommon phrase, every email containing some variation of the sentiment, but hearing the words out loud makes it real. Cementing the longing in their chests.

“I miss you, too.” The words are quiet, echoing against the tiled walls. She chuckles, throat thick with emotion, and Bradley can’t look away from her soft smile. His heart pounding at the emotion on her face, something he can’t quite place. He can’t stop staring as she picks the phone up and flicks the light off, “Where are we going?”

“Couch.”

He smiles as the familiar walls of her living room appear, grin going slack when she props him up on the side table, and the slit of her robe reveals a thigh that he’s dreamt about as she shuffles pillows. Bradley manages to pull his mind out of his post-deployment fantasy as she plops on her couch - that damn pink couch - and smiles at him over the arm, her eyes almost closing she grins so hard.

“I’m sorry I missed our call.”

“It’s okay, Bradley. I knew it was a possibility, and Mav let me know what was going on. I understand.”

“I want to hear about your birthday.”

“I told you about my birthday! We’ve discussed it extensively.”

“I still want to hear about it. I want to hear your voice.” He revels as she softly whines and smooshes her face into a pillow, thrilled to cause that reaction. “C’mon, please, Mary?”

“You’re not fighting fair.” The muffled complaint comes back, making him laugh, but she does as asked.

Bradley listens, humming along as she recounts her birthday for him and insisting for the hundredth time that it was his pleasure to give her presents. He lets her lead the conversation as it shifts to what’s happening in San Diego, content to watch her as she shares stories of what he’s missing at home. Happy to just admire her and occasionally ask questions.

It’s so easy to get lost looking at her. Dark hair swishing around her shoulders, just slightly shorter than it was in February. Her brown eyes look darker than usual, the low light in the room making them almost black instead of the warm brown he’s used to staring into. And despite resecuring the robe, it’s coming loose again, enough that the top curve of her breasts are visible; freckles dotted all over, disappearing beneath the baby blue fabric. Bradley thinks about what it would be like to connect the dots on her soft skin, tracing invisible lines with his fingers or lips. He imagines there’s more hiding behind the waffle material. He wonders if she’d let him find out.

The fantasy of how wonderful it would be to memorize every mark on her body is interrupted as red nail polish grabs his attention. He loves her hands, smaller than his but so strong when she’s working on a jet. Steady as she calls out instructions to her team, grease smeared up to her elbows and her nail color of the week shining through the black sludge. Mary insists that she doesn’t talk with her hands, that she managed to avoid that stereotypical Italian-American trait, but Bradley smirks as her hands swirl through the air. He’s about to interrupt the story she’s giggling through - something about the latest swear word that Danielle accidentally taught Annie - when something sparkly on her finger distracts him.

A ring.

A diamond ring.

A simple silver band lined with tiny diamonds.

On her ring finger.

On her left ring finger.

His eyebrows furrow as he tries to study the never-before-seen piece of jewelry. Mary must notice his confusion because she cuts her story off and flashes her hand at the camera. “I bought this for myself when I got promoted for the first time. I went from EI to EII, which is entry-level engineer to associate engineer. It was $50 from this little shop that was on the same block as my first solo apartment in St. Louis.”

Relief sweeps through his body, thrilled that Mary hadn’t gotten engaged with him.

“That’s awesome. Have you done that every time you’ve moved up?”

“Kinda? I always buy myself some sort of gift - last time, I splurged and got that big blender we used at the Christmas party. But I’ve only done jewelry a few times. I think I’m going to get a necklace next time, something to match this.” She explains, wiggling her fingers so the gems shimmer in the camera.

“It’s very pretty.” Bradley compliments, feeling bold enough to go further. “You look good with a ring on that finger.”

“Jesus, Brad-”

She’s cut off by the two-minute alert popping up. They had been so distracted they weren’t paying attention to the countdown timer.

“Already?” Mary pouts, forehead crinkling as she frowns. “But I didn’t get to ask you about carrier food.

“It’s bad, honey. Yours is so much better.”

“Or how you’re sleeping.”

“Reuben’s snoring has somehow gotten even louder since last time we shared a bunkroom; Bob, Mickey, and I owe you for the extra earplugs you sent.”

“You’re sunburnt.”

“I’m wearing the sunscreen you gave me; the sun is just strong.”

“I knew I should have sent the SPF 75!” Bradley smiles as Mary throws her head back in faux despair. “Oh well, now I know for next time, I guess.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah. You didn’t think I’d only send you a care package one time, did you? I gotta make sure you have everything you need. I know I missed some stuff this time, but I’ll get better in the future! I promise.”

I love you.

He just barely holds the words in.

“God, I fucking miss you.” He stares at the screen, watching the prettiest brown eyes in the world fill with tears at his words. “Oh, honey, please don’t cry. I’ll be home so soon.”

“But twenty-four days is such a long time, and I miss you so much.”

“I know, but we’ve already done 48 days. Twenty-four will be a breeze to get through.” The timer starts blinking, the last 60 seconds counting down. “I gotta get going, Mary. But you keep sending me flirty emails so I have something to read and think about.”

He chuckles at the little surprised noise she makes. “You noticed that?”

“Did I notice that? Mariella, in the kindest way, you are not subtle.”

“Well- I-” She splutters. “Neither are you!”

“I’m not trying to be, baby doll,” Bradley revels in her reaction to the pet name - mouth dropping open as she blinks at him, cheeks pinker than he’s ever seen - one he didn’t even mean to use.

The flustered hand she waves at the camera while yelling at him makes him laugh. “Bradley!”

“I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Be safe. Only 24 days.”

“Only 24 days.”

“I miss you, handsome.”

Bradley's face feels hot, choked up at the look in her eyes, the softness of her words. “I miss you, too, baby doll.”

They don’t say goodbye, choosing to admire each other as the final seconds tick away.

5…

I can’t wait to see you in person.

4…

God, you’re so gorgeous.

3…

I don’t want to hang up.

2…

I miss you.

1…

I love you.

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After All Is Said and Done | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: Hey Jack! Can you please write a Marvin Milk (MM) x m!reader with the prompts “i wish you would have stayed” and "You think we would've learned from the past" like, maybe they broke up a long time ago and then Billy tracked reader down to help with the soldier boy & homelander situation and Maybe Marvin and Reader rekindles their old romance?

summary: Butcher is a cruel man for bringing you back into the team, and although you know that you hurt the man you loved, you couldn't deny it - you still have some sort of feelings for him.

tws: swearing, mentions of smoking

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Oh, Butcher was a fucking cunt and a half for pulling this stunt; you were happy, you had moved on from The Boys and you had had time to think it through, you never wanted to return. You had a good job, good friends, you didn't worry about Supes anymore, you were estranged from the man that you used to be; and Butcher went and fucked it all up.

You resented him. He had pulled you away from everything and everyone in your life, he had destroyed it and picked it apart and talked you back into his little group, and you resented him for it; you didn't want to be there, didn't want to be near him, but you couldn't bring yourself to run off. You couldn't, when you were sitting opposite a man you used to love so dearly.

Maybe if you turned back time, maybe if things had come out a different way, maybe if you didn't hurt him; maybe if you hadn't done and said what you did, then you wouldn't be looking at Marvin like it pained you. Like it was a sword in your chest. You didn't mean to hurt him, didn't mean to make him cry and to leave; but you couldn't turn back time, and you couldn't take back the way that you had hurt him.

Yet, Marvin didn't act any differently towards you; he still offered you his lap to rest your legs on, he still scratched that spot on your back that he remembered used to itch, he still made your coffee the way you liked it. He remembered what biscuits you liked and that you liked to have a cup of coffee with your morning cigarette; he remembered everything, and it pained you that he did.

The thing that hurt you most was that he even remembered that you used to love sitting down with him and watching nature documentaries, and from the second you had arrived, he always had one playing; like he was just waiting for you to sit next to him with your head on his shoulder and your arm around his waist. Your legs stretched out and using his soft skin to warm your hands when you dipped them under his shirt; it fucking killed you.

But you weren't there to rekindle a lost romance, you were there to do a job; you were Butcher's most trusted tracker, you could find a man quicker than anyone else, and he needed you. He needed you to find Soldier Boy and to keep tabs on Homelander; that's what you were there to do, hunched over your laptop all day and night.

When, at last, Butcher was around, he decided to take over watching the screen, and before you could head out, Marvin offered to go with you; you weren't strong enough to say no, to shake your head and tell him that you were just going to grab a cup of coffee and wander around for an hour to stretch your legs. So you shrugged, and you allowed him to go with you; Butcher and Frenchie's teasing comments didn't mean shit, you shrugged them off.

Marvin payed for the coffee, even when you said you would do it; something about him owing you for agreeing to rejoin the boys. You didn't pay much attention to it. Oh, but he looked so good.

That brown leather jacket, the Wu Tang Clan T-Shirt, the faded and scuffed jeans, the trainers with soft stains on the sides of the soles, the chain hanging around his neck; he smelled of coffee and freshly sawed timber, and his beard had recently been trimmed, all neat and tidy. You wanted to swoon, to let your legs go weak and break beneath you.

Just one look, and you forgot that you had ever hurt him in the first place; you couldn't resist him, you missed him more than you cared to think, you weren't strong enough to admit that you still felt for him. The dozens of apologies you had sent over the years, the hundreds of text threads, suddenly all meant nothing; you had hurt him, and even though he had accepted your apology and promised that you would always be friends, you knew there was never a chance of being together again.

Nudging you gently, Marvin raised a brow. "You're doing it again."

"What?"

"That thing where you're trying to hide that you're worried," he pointed out. How did he know you so well even after all the time away?

"I'm not worried about anything," you murmured, shaking your head.

He scoffed, daring to drape his arm across your shoulders and pull you into his side. He was so warm, his embrace so welcoming. "Please don't lie to me."

"I'm fine," you grumbled. "What's it to you, anyway? It's not like-"

"Because I'm a motherfucker with a heart," Marvin sighed. "And I do still care about you... and I wish you would have stayed."

"I couldn't," you shook your head. "I know I hurt you, Marv, but-"

"You didn't hurt me that much," he admitted. "But you didn't need to disappear... it just cut deep, our hearts were still fucking attached. Janine still asks about you, and Monique... hurt them like Hell that you left."

"I never meant to hurt them," you admitted, shaking your head.

"I know," he nodded slowly. "But it hurts."

"Yeah," you scoffed. "No kidding."

Of course it hurt. The empty feeling in your stomach, the tight knot in the middle of your throat slowly suffocating you, the gaping wound in your chest where your heart used to be; of course it hurt. But you had no right to feel pain, not when you were the one that had caused them so much more and when you were-

"But, they understood," Marvin told you quietly. "They miss you, though... so did I."

"You missed me?"

"Yeah," he nodded again, licking his lips. "I missed you... and I mean it - I still care."

You sighed, chewing at the inside of your lip, tugging at the soft and wet flesh as you started to taste the faintest prickle of copper on your tongue. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

"It's water under the bridge," he shrugged. "You did what you had to, even if... fuck, even if I did want you to stay."

"What if I stay this time?" You asked quietly, nearly mumbling. "What if I stayed?"

"I'd be happy," he shrugged, pursing his lips for a moment, contemplating whether or not he wanted to say the things he should have before you left. To tell you one last time that he did love you, really.

Would he, though? Would he actually be happy if you decided to stay? Or would he just be waiting for you to hurt him again? Would he just be on edge, waiting for you to abandon him again?

Marvin tugged you a little closer, daring to gently run his hand up and down his arm the way that he always used to when he knew you were thinking too much. "You're doing it again."

"I just... you think we would've learned from the past."

"Nah," he chuckled. "Not much to learn from this time."

You huffed, chewing at the inside of your lip. "Marv... do you actually wanna give it a go?"

"Yeah... do you?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted, shaking your head. "Can we... can I think about it?"

"You got all the time in the world," he agreed. "I'll wait."

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never start nor end in blood is at 20 chapters.

And I'm still not at the pilot episode.

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[forgetful-nerd]

The best tmnt crossover fanfictions have this interaction I swear. These fanfics are feeding my soul.

#I love found family’s across dimensions #“did we jus adopt younger versions of ourselves? #yup you sure did #new younger brothers #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #I REALLY want to read more but I don’t wanna have to shift through all the bashing fics just to find a good one #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #raph #mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #tmnt mutant mayhem #donnie #mikey #leo #rise mikey #rise of the tmnt #rise leo #rise raph #rise donnie #tmnt leo 2012 #2012 leo #2003 leo #1987 tmnt #2012 raph #2003 raph #2012 mikey

[missmonsters2]

Mirror, Mirror | One

Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The thought of something more had never really crossed Wanda's mind when it came to you. Best friends for 10 years and there hasn't even been one instance of accidental sexual tension. You're her best friend, that's all—until someone points out that you obviously have a very specific type when it comes to dating.

Warnings: best friends to lovers. shenanigans. jealousy, jealousy. sexual tension. pining. yearning. sexual thoughts. spicy (tumblr's version). stupid steve. neurotic nat. brat & stinky. bug as in shutterbug.

*explicit version will only be available on Ao3 & will be posted there after series is completed*

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It's strange how sometimes a single sentence can change someone's entire life. 

Wanda's thought about what sentences could change her life—usually, they're morbid and depressing.

'You have cancer.'

'Someone you love has died horrifically in an accident.'

'Your cat actually finds living with you miserable and would prefer the dangers of living in the streets.'

Never in a million years would Wanda ever think it'd be, 'Hey, have you ever noticed how your best friend exclusively only dates girls who look like you?'

And don't get Wanda wrong. It wasn't a morbid or depressing change; it was just...a change. An irrevocable change because now, Wanda couldn't stop thinking about it or noticing it. 

This was all Steve's fault. 

Because if someone like Stupid Steve could notice something like that, it had to mean something, right? But as Wanda remembers about the past girls you've hooked up with and brought around, she doesn't know what to make of it.

A part of Wanda wishes she had never talked to Steve that night at the bar. 

"Where's Vis?" Steve asked, looking around.

"With Tony playing pool, I think," Wanda shrugged. She doesn't particularly keep track of where her on-and-off boyfriend goes. She thinks they might be on an off-period right now, anyway. 

"And where's—oh, nevermind, there she is," Steve started to say but cut off when they both saw you across the bar talking with the bartender, flirting over drinks—which were probably free if Wanda could guess. 

Wanda's slightly annoyed because it's been a long week without seeing you, and Wanda's been used to seeing you almost every day for the past several years of her life. But you've been gone on a work trip this week for a wedding shoot and only came home just a little after lunch and needed an immediate long nap before tonight's get-together. 

That meant Wanda was sorely missing out on best-friend time, and now you were off flirting shamelessly with the hot bartender. Wanda's rooting for you, make no mistake. The bartender is definitely easy on the eyes, luscious hair, and lips—something Wanda knows you're weak for. 

Plus, Wanda's worried you're not anywhere near getting close to settling down. She wants you to be in a happy, fulfilling relationship. But she supposes she's in no position to talk herself. 

Wanda loves Vision without a doubt, but their relationship is definitely chaotic, and Vision keeps pushing for something more serious now that they've been dating (sporadically) for a long time. She's been considering it in her downtime and thinks it might make sense as the next step.

Best friends do everything together, right? So, maybe if Wanda decided to take the next step in a serious relationship, you'd find someone to commit to seriously as well. 

Then, both of you could get married at the same time. Then, they could buy a house in the same neighborhood right next to each other. There'd be endless double dates and vacations together. Wanda wouldn't have to miss you.

But first, Wanda needed to regain lost best-friend time, one-on-one style.  

"Hey, you know what I just noticed?" Steve said, breaking Wanda's drifting thoughts. 

"What?"

"Bug—" 

Wanda makes a face at your nickname. Granted, it was Wanda's fault you ended up with it back in your first year of university. You never let her forget it, especially now that you're a professional photographer.

"—over there has a very specific type she goes after for girls," Steve mused, sipping his whiskey before continuing. "I mean, they always have green eyes and brunette—wait, that's not true. She had two red-headed girlfriends in our last year of university. They still had green eyes, though." 

"Oh," Wanda said, unsure what to say since she's never paid attention to the girls you were dating. On average, they were a brief fling, and only a few lasted longer than half a year. "I guess so?"

Wanda distantly thinks about how she dyed her hair auburn in her last year of university because she was looking for a change that year and Natasha was insistent that she'd look amazing. Wanda recalls you were a fan of the look.

"Yeah," Steve nodded along. "Ironically, they always look like you in some way. Check out that bartender now—long, wavy-haired brunette with green eyes. She's got thick, long lips and even does that dark eye-shadow makeup thingy like you."

Steve just laughed it off, finishing his drink, thinking nothing more of it before he started talking about Bucky.

But it was like something clicked into place in Wanda's brain. A daunting realization that she was wholly unprepared for and not equipped to do anything about. 

Wanda watched as the bartender clocked off for the night and dragged you into a corner booth, drinks in hand. It gave Wanda the perfect view that the bartender wore many rings just like she did. 

In the poor privacy of the dimly lit corner booth, there was a staunch and needy kiss from the two of you, and Wanda swallowed roughly. 

From here, if you were none the wiser, Wanda could be easily mistaken for the girl in the booth with you. 

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Sometimes, Wanda believes she's just being absolutely ridiculous. So what if you go after girls who share the same features as her? That didn't have to mean anything. You've always told Wanda she was beautiful, and it was perfect how you said it. 

It didn't feel insincere or creepy. It felt good to know her best friend thought she was absolutely gorgeous. But just because you thought she was beautiful doesn't mean you harbored secret feelings for her. 

You'd be insulted if you knew Wanda had ever thought that. She'd just be another one of those girls Wanda's seen you humble on multiple occasions when they found out you dated women, and they were worried you might have a crush on them. 

But then, Wanda couldn't stop thinking she actually might be one of those girls because then she'd think about if you didn't consider her like that, it wasn't about her looks but something about her personality that wasn't your type. 

And what could that be?

Wanda thought long and hard, trying to remember the girls you've introduced her to. 

Sometimes they were funny, and Wanda was funny. She made you laugh all the time. She specifically remembered one time in high school when she made you laugh so hard you peed your pants just a little. 

Sometimes they were intellectual, and while Wanda didn't have an IQ of 160, she did fairly well academically and was on the right track in her career. 

Sometimes they were charming, and Wanda was the type where she got more charming the more you got to know her. 

So, Wanda just doesn't understand. She's nowhere further with her thinking ever since this weird information has been bestowed upon her.

Maybe it all just means nothing. You just didn't feel that way about Wanda despite the type of girls you dated suggesting otherwise. You didn't need a reason for it, and maybe the fact you only felt friendship for her was the reason. 

"Wanna order pizza in tonight?"

Wanda turns her head from the tv and notices you've put your book down. "Hm, not really. We had pizza last week," Wanda shakes her head. 

"How about that Greek place that just opened up on Willington Ave?" You suggest. "Pretty sure I heard you grumbling about wanting Greek food earlier this week."

"I was not grumbling!" Wanda scoffs but smiles when you raise your eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was grumbling a little."

You snicker as you pull out your phone to order delivery. "Oh, sweet golden best friend of mine, whatever shall you do when you get married to Vis, who hates Greek food. Do I foresee a life of Greekless cuisine? Oh, the suffering you'll go through!"

"I don't need him to like it," Wanda slaps your arm, sticking her tongue out before she cuddles you. "I have you to eat it with."

You laugh unabashedly, a sound that Wanda's accustomed to hearing the joyful sound. "Better hope the person I marry also hates Greek cuisine. I don't know if I can live a life of eating double the Greek food. I love tzatziki sauce, but if I grow to hate it from eating it too much, I will make you suffer the consequences of that."

Your voice trails off as you focus on ordering food, unable to see the cogs in Wanda's head turning. 

It's all so easy. There's no tension, no electric vibes happening. Just best friends enjoying the banter and making plans to eat. 

It was all in Wanda's head, right? You're her best friend, so of course you'd know everything about her. 

The right type of friendship is fulfilling and soul-connecting, and that's what Wanda has with you. When you have a one-in-a-million connection like that, the line between friendship and romance is thin, isn't it?

Wanda hates Steve. She'd never think about this if it wasn't for Stupid Steve. She can hear his dumb laugh, blissfully ignorant about the observation bomb he dropped upon her. 

"Do you wanna get ice cream after?" You ask, throwing your phone to the side. "I'll even treat you to the gelato despite knowing I'm going to suffer through your crazy farts later."

"Oh my god, I'm going to trap you under the blanket with it just for that!" 

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Within two months, Wanda forgets about it. Forgets, as in that she decides to drop it (let it linger in the deep depths of her brain that she refuses to acknowledge), and resolves that Steve has no brain cells and has no idea what he's saying. 

"Have you seen my strapless black top?" Wanda shouts from her room with the door open. "The one with the v-shaped front!"

"In your closet!" You yelled back from the living room, not taking your eyes off your phone. 

"I can't find it," Wanda whines, and she hears you sigh as you get up. The footsteps approach her room, and she finds you standing at the door with an unimpressed look.

"I don't want to hear it," Wanda sniffs. 

"Hear what, brat?" You say with a brow raised before you start rummaging through her closet. The nickname was a joke you started that Wanda was entirely a spoiled person, exhibiting bratty behavior at times. "That I'm not gonna be your roommate forever, so you need to learn to fold it yourself before putting it away?"

Wanda makes grumbling noises that are mostly nonsensical but smiles when you pull out the top she was looking for. 

"You are the apple of my eye, stinky," Wanda grabs the top from you before she runs into her washroom to briefly change into it. 

"A match made in heaven, yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes with good humor. "Hurry up, Natasha will kill us if we're late for Yelena's birthday. They're on an upwards mend in their relationship, so she's been so unbearably uptight lately to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"I know, I know," Wanda mutters, carefully pulling the top over her head to not ruin her makeup. 

"Alright, I'll hail us a cab, meet me outside."

"Wait, wait!" Wanda calls out. "I need help putting on my necklace."

You chuckle, walking back just as Wanda steps out of the bathroom with the delicate necklace she wants to wear. 

"Alright, alright, relax," you tell her. "Your accent gets really strong when you're stressed."

"You're stressing me out by rushing me," Wanda scrunches her nose even though you can't see it. "I'm also stressed knowing that you have to rush me, or I'll spend the party getting lectured by Natasha."

Wanda's voice comes out husked with the accent, something she's struggled between hating or loving, but mostly loving since you've expressed how lovely it is.

You grab the necklace from her hand, and Wanda moves her hair out of the way. The routine of it all starts to bleed the tension out of her shoulders. 

Then, that horrible Stupid Steve Sentence kicks into her brain. 

 It's only as you put your arms over, placing the necklace against Wanda's chest, and focusing on trying to get the clasp in. Wanda can feel your warm breath against her neck, summoning goosebumps along her arms. You're so close, and she can feel the heat of your body radiating onto her, your fingers just barely brushing against her.

The tension comes suddenly, squeezing inside her chest as her breathing slows and shakes. Her body warms in an unexpected way. 

"Ah, got it," you say, but Wanda can only focus on your voice and breath on the shell of her ear. "Cute necklace but the clasp is so annoying."

You pull away and start walking off. "C'mon, I bet if we tip our taxi driver an extra $20 bucks, they'll speed and we can pray we're on time."

Wanda's left standing there, knowing she probably sounds like she's fresh out of Sokovia with how stressed she is. Her right eye twitches.

Was that...Wanda gulps. Was that sexual tension?

And was she the only one who felt it?

Fuck.

She's going to kill Steve.

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Natasha's absolutely neurotic when they arrive. It's just a simple backyard party, but it almost looks like a wedding venue with all the catering and flowers. 

Wanda's pretty sure Natasha's only being like this because she's overthinking about whether to cling to Yelena or give her sister some space to mingle with others. She seems to be sizing up Kate, who Yelena might be seeing, but it hasn't been confirmed. 

Yelena looks between exasperated with Natasha and secretly happy about the entire thing. Wanda can sympathize with her. After all, she's also a little sister, and Pietro can also be way too overprotective. Sometimes she's glad he's abroad in Europe for work while she remains in New York, but she misses him more often than she admits. 

"Alright, alright, Natasha," you groan, and Wanda's mind slips back into the conversation. "We're 3 minutes late, relax, will you? Damn, are you always gonna be like this until you and Yelena get back into whatever sibling bond you had before? Hope you're just like this with us because otherwise, you're gonna scare away all her friends, and she's going to hate you."

"Oh my god, do you think she'll really hate me?" Natasha bites her bottom lip in worry while looking around at all the people that they can only assume she's nagged about being late or whatever mishap. 

"Oh, man," you sigh, putting your hand on her shoulders before pushing her towards the bar. "You need some drinks and maybe some desserts in you."

Wanda's about to follow you when you turn around and nod your head in a different direction. She looks over and sees you're nodding toward Vision.

"You should go say hi to him," you tell her. "You've been complaining about not seeing him all last week, even though I don't know why you guys won't just FaceTime, but I digress. Come find me later, or I'll find you after."

You look over at Natasha, who's peering on her tippy toes to see if she can find Yelena.

"And, hopefully, I'll have ditched this nutjob," you whisper conspiratorially and laugh when Natasha turns around to smack your arm. 

"I heard that!"

Wanda chuckles as you walk off with Natasha while she turns and heads toward Vision. Despite how she was complaining about not seeing Vision last week because she did miss him, her expression was sour as she made her way toward him. 

Vision spots her immediately and waves at her with a warm smile. Wanda feels herself somewhat loosened at his expression. They'd also been friends a long time before they started on-and-off dating, so at the very least, she does miss his easy friendship. 

"Hey," Vision hugs her, slightly rubbing her back before he pulls away but keeps his arm around her. "It's been a while; you look lovely."

"Thanks," Wanda smiles with a shrug. She looks around and sees he's standing with Tony and Pepper. "How are you guys?"

"Could be better," Tony sighs dramatically. "Natasha won't let me do any of my cool party tricks as if I'm going to ruin her little sister's party. If anything, I could make it the party of the century!"

Pepper rolls her eyes good-naturedly. "We were just talking about how we're thinking of going to the Bahamas for vacation in December and escaping the cold. We've invited you and Vision along since it's been awhile since we've all gone together. Of course, we can also invite Bug and Natasha."

"Oh," Wanda says for a lack of anything else to say. She doesn't know how to feel about it, but she peers over at Vision, who's just smiling at her and looking eager about it. 

"I need another drink if I'm going to suffer through this party," Tony sighs. "Maybe I can convince Yelena instead!" He grins, dragging Pepper along, and they walk off together. 

"So, what do you think?" Vision asks when they're alone. "I didn't want to reply on your behalf since I wasn't sure, but I think it'd be good for us. I've missed you," Vision pauses as if he's about his next words but then says, "a lot."

"Yeah, me too," Wanda starts to say, but then her brain gets all haywire because it feels like a lie. She did miss him, but did she miss him a lot? "I think."

"You think?"

Wanda wants to smack her forehead because she didn't mean to say that out loud. "I mean, I was complaining a lot that I haven't seen you in a while all last week."

"Yeah, work has just been overwhelming. I get so tired after work, I just can't keep up with the texting or calls."

But you can, Wanda thinks. Granted, you're her roommate, so it's easier. But even when you have to go on work trips, you regularly text her no matter what time and squeeze in a quick call, even if it's just to say goodnight. 

The entire thing makes Wanda bite her tongue because why was she even thinking about that? That was completely irrelevant to Vision. 

Then—because as if just thinking about you wasn't enough—her eyes trail across the room, and the scene before her makes Wanda even more confused about her feelings.

You're standing there with Natasha at the bar, but it looks like Natasha's calling someone over to introduce you to them.

Another brunette with long, wavy hair, like she just had a blowout done. Wanda's not 100% sure from this distance, but she has an inkling that the brunette also has green eyes. She's wearing a white halter top and wide-legged sage green pants. She wears a lot of rings, but her makeup is lighter and more summery compared to Wanda's darker, smokey eye makeup.

In short, this woman was the clean girl aesthetic version of Wanda. 

And you look interested. 

This was ridiculous, Wanda fumes, feeling her stomach sink and cheeks flare hot in anger. As quick as the anger came, it dissipated.

Why was she so angry?

She feels betrayed, and her thoughts are turning very ugly. Wanda is definitely not being a girl's girl right now with how much she's thinking she's better than the girl in front of you. 

But that just makes everything so much more confusing. 

"Wanda?"

Wanda turns her head back to Vision. He looks concerned, and even when his eyes trail toward what Wanda's staring at, there's no additional reaction. He's not upset that she's staring at you, and that has to mean something, right?

It must mean there was never a concern about how Wanda might've felt about you. Sure, there were a few things Wanda couldn't be without, and you were one of them, but nobody can't be without their best friend. 

No one had ever blinked twice about you and Wanda.

Except now.

And that person was Wanda herself. 

The more Wanda thought about the entire thing, the more she became curious. The idea of you dating people who looked like Wanda was intriguing. She wanted to ask questions but didn't know what to ask.

It might mean nothing, but it also might mean something. 

And if it does mean something, Wanda wants to know what exactly it is. 

Therefore, Wanda needs nothing in her way to find out the truth and exactly what she wants, regardless of the answer. 

This was insane, wasn't it? Wanda's always been ambivalent about dating women. She's never gone out of her way to try it since she had Vision. Never mind entertaining thoughts about dating her best (girl)friend. And now, she was giving everything up in the pursuit of finding out what it could mean that her best friend was dating her lookalikes—and why she cared.

Wanda doesn't even know what she'll want to do with that information. 

Wanda looks at Vision, peering at his features she's always found handsome. When she thinks back, she's not even sure why she complained to you about how she hasn't seen or heard from him lately. She hadn't even gone out of her own way to do something about it.

"I'm not going on the trip. I don't think I actually missed you like that."

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The girl introduced to you was named Raye, Natasha's coworker that recently moved from Nashville. It was also confirmed she has green eyes, though they had specks of brown in them. She was a southern belle with a bold attitude, witty, and a wicked sense of humor. All in all, undeniably charismatic. 

At least, that's what you told her in private because all Wanda could feel was unrestricted aggravation with the other girl. The southern twang made Wanda's eye twitch, mostly because she knew you were head over heels for accents.  

"And then before I knew it, I was panicked and more lost than a blindfolded turkey on thanksgiving!"

You burst out laughing while Wanda's expression is stony, but when you look at Wanda, she forces a smile on her lips.

"Hahaha," Wanda dryly let out. "So funny."

But it wasn't. What the fuck did that even mean?

Raye continues to talk while you listen with rapt interest, and Wanda takes the time to observe your features in a way she's done many times before but with a different mindset. 

Your lips are curved in a smile, glistening from your chapstick. They're shapely, and they look soft. It rivals her favorite feature of yours, which is your eyes. They've always been so expressive with her, and Wanda's been around long enough that she knows what every expression means. She can tell when they glint with mischievousness or are soft with immense compassion and empathy. 

"So, what did you think of Raye?" You ask Wanda as you leave the party.

"She's cool, I guess," Wanda answers nonchalantly. 

The rest of the party was excruciating between Raye constantly hanging around you and Wanda also being too nervous to be alone with you. 

"Really cool," you sigh with a grin. "Glad I got her number. It's been a while since I've met someone so funny."

Was she funny, though? Wanda wonders.

"Funnier than me?" Wanda finds herself asking.

"No one could be funnier than you, brat," you smirk. "I almost peed myself laughing again when you almost knocked off Yelena's cake. I thought Natasha was about to enter into a coma." You snicker while Wanda rolls her eyes with a smile. 

"Glad I can always give you the biggest laughs, stinky."

Wanda glances over at your face, recognizing the excitement by the brightness in them. It's just another reminder that, as your best friend, she knows you like the back of her hand. 

But lately, when Wanda watches you pick up girls, she can tell when they're heady with desire. That look hasn't been directed at her, and Wanda wants to know what it'd be like if it were.

Wanda recalls the night you kissed the bartender and imagines if it had been her instead. She pictures your hand sliding across her jaw and cheek while your other pulls her closer at the waist. 

It's horrifying when a slow pit of arousal builds in Wanda's gut and...other regions. It feels utterly frightening and wrong like she's betraying the friendship for having and then reacting to such thoughts about you. 

But there's another part—the part that tells Wanda there's nobody in this world that she loves more than you. The mere idea of ever being apart from you was unfathomable. Wanda could and has endured so many things, and it would always be okay as long as she had you. 

So, knowing that Southern Belle Raye has the potential to be more than a one-night stand to you, Wanda realizes that she has a very small window to not only come to terms with her newfound feelings but also act on them as well. 

If this didn't go well, Wanda would definitely murder Steve.

PART TWO

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x y/n #avengers imagine #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #modern avengers au #Elizabeth olsen x reader #mm: my fics

[the-peak-tmnt]

This screenshot from the upcoming video game is a HUGE win for me and my "Mutant Mayhem Leo meditates" propaganda campaign 😂

I have literally been writing a fic based around the idea of Leo meditating since the month the movie came out. I am beside myself with joy right now 😭

#I CALLED THIS BACK IN AUGUST #reciprocity fic #reciprocity #tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt mm #tmnt fandom #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #tmnt video game #mutant mayhem mutants unleashed #mutant mayhem: mutants unleashed #mutants unleashed #teenage mutant ninja turtles mutants unleashed #teenage mutant ninja turtles: mutants unleashed #tmnt: mutants unleashed #tmnt: mu #tmntmu

[whatthefuxkkk]

For the tmnt fans that need to hear this 👍

#so tired of yall mfs simping for literal kids #THE AMOUNT OF RAPH X READER FICS UNDER MUTANT MAYHEM ON AO3 IS SO SCARY WTF #THAT DUDE IS 15 #i don't care if you're the same age it's still mad weird #raph tmnt #mikey tmnt #leo tmnt #donnie tmnt #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt #honestly as long as u don't sexualize them idrc if ur attracted to them or not #I've got my fair share of silly crushes on weird ass creatures (venom for example) #but if ur over 18 simping for them... #and YES sexualizing the bayverse turtles is weird too!!! #they're still teenagers (even if they don't look as young as other versions) #and are much thirstier (cough mikey cough) #but if ur 30 calling them sexy then you need mental help <3

[callsignspark]

Mar[r]y Me masterlist

ongoing series

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mariella “M&M” Vertucci (fem!OC)

summary: A love story told through friendship, laughter, and food. Part of the Dagger, Sword & Shield universe.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, discussion of insecurities, difficult family relationships, discussions of food and alcohol use, mentions of emotionally abusive ex-bf, mentions of pregnancy and giving birth, discussions of body image, conversations on what it’s like to be a fat woman trying to date in today’s society, eventual smut, warnings to be added - check individual chapter warnings for more details

part one | indecision cookies | recipe

part two | strawberry shortcake | recipe

part three | banana bread | recipe

part 3.5 | Panera Bread

part four | the perfect post-beach meal | recipe

part five | buffalo chicken dip | recipe

part six | pancakes | recipe

part 6.5 | drip coffee, sweet and light

part seven | pasta e piscelli | recipe

part eight | peanut butter bites | recipe

part 8.5 | McDonald’s apple pie

part 8.5.1 | snacks and SPF

part 8.5.2 | rambling and rings

part nine | roasted potatoes - coming soon

part ten | lemon coconut cake

part eleven | patriotic punch

part twelve | coffee cake muffins

one-shots

the ninth of January (smut, 18+)

Romeo, oh Romeo

surprise?

you'll be in my heart

your lap is my safe place - part i

your lap is my safe place - part ii (smut, 18+)

we’re having a baby, my baby and me

It’s Admiral Bradshaw

this has really been a good one

the life that could have been

White Christmas

If you’d like to be tagged in future parts please send an ask!

total word count: 65.7k | last updated: January 8, 2024

fic tag | main masterlist | credit for dividers here

#top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick au #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fic #top gun au #top gun imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x oc #bradley bradshaw x oc #rooster imagine #DSS universe #MM fic #css masterlist #mar[r]y me fic #elle writes

[scarylarry376]

Tried something new? sorry it took so long omg Mutant Mayhem Leo high school burnout hc.. I have no regrets other than the fact this took me three days. Here's a comic I made for it

Side note! the first chapter of my fic is out! and trust me, I am NOT holding back the angst💗

You can read it here !

#artists on tumblr #digital art #young artist #artwork #fanart #cute art #mm tmnt #leo mm #tmnt mutant mayhem #mutant mayhem #leo angst #leonardo tmnt #leonardo #angst #illustration #my art #burnout #my fic

[mlmxreader]

No Sugar | Mother's Milk x m!reader

anonymous asked: hi! would you please write a Mother’s Milk x male reader with the lyrics (slipknot) “Let me tell you, man, I said it, I meant it” and “What do you need?” where they idk, like finally admit they like eachother bc they’ve been working together for a few years! maybe it ends w/ them cuddling or something!

summary: a routine game of cards turns into something much different than you first planned.

tws: swearing

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Of all the people in the world who made you feel safest and soundest, it had to be Marvin; you had known each other for years and years, worked shoulder to shoulder and spent many breaks sleeping against each other, you really loved him, really liked to have him close and to be close to him.

You were actually so close that his daughter would run up to you and jump in your arms whenever she saw you, and as she got older, it did get more difficult to keep your balance when she did so; but you looked after her like she was your own, and you knew Marvin appreciated the times that you volunteered to look after her while he took a much needed nap on the sofa.

Thankfully though, he had come over to see you tonight as part of your weekly routine; once a week, he would come over to play a few card games with you and to have a few drinks, kick back and relax, just the two of you. The moment he walked through the door was the very moment your heart started to pound, and when he hugged you, it felt like home; burying your face against the side of his neck as you clung onto him, wishing for the embrace to never end.

He let go eventually, reluctant to pull away, and you didn't miss the way that he briefly looked at your lips as he kept you close, the tip of his nose nearly brushing against your own; you tried your best not to whimper when he broke the embrace and took a step back, clearing his throat as he smiled.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Yeah, yeah, not bad - how's Janine?"

"She said thank you," Marvin chuckled. "She loves that jaguar teddy bear you got her... y'know, she even said you're her favourite babysitter."

You laughed softly as you shook your head, letting him follow you into the kitchen; he made himself at home at the dinner table, reaching for the deck of cards and starting to shuffle them.

"Coffee?"

"Please," he agreed. "No sugar."

"I know," you hummed, reaching for the cup that he always had. It was an older mug, some of the colour and life drained from it, but it had once proudly had the album art of Wu-Tang Clan's 'Enter The Wu-Tang' on it. "I do remember those things, y'know - same as I remember that you always show up here when you're wearing your Snoop Dogg shirt."

"You really remember that?" He hummed, starting to dish out the cards, already knowing by instinct where you would sit, at the head of the table and always to his left.

It was the same as when you walked together, you were always on the outside of the pavement to his left. Always to his left when you worked together, too, and always slept on the left side of the bed when he napped with you; he almost felt like something was missing when you weren't there with him. Just like how you knew he took his coffee without sugar and how he always wore the same shirt, he knew you would always be to his left.

When you finally came to sit beside him, you sat in the exact chair, and Marvin easily pushed the chair out for you, grinning when you picked up your cards and playfully glared at him.

"So, motherfucker with a heart," you cleared your throat to avoid the urge to laugh. "What're we playing? Strip poker?"

"Not today," he shifted in his seat, swallowing thickly as his breath hitched for just a single moment. "Today's poker."

"Texas hold 'em?"

"Texas hold 'em," he nodded. "Your favourite."

You watched him for a second, leaning back in your chair and bringing your legs up so that you could rest your feet on his thigh; grumbling softly when he put one hand down and started to rub little circles into your calf with his thumb.

"Don't try and butter me up," you warned. "That's cheating."

"You cheat all the time," he pointed out. "Last time, you sat on my lap and stole my cards... or did you forget?"

"I'll do it again," you cautioned with a slight grin.

"Come on, then," he pushed his chair back, spreading his legs as he laid his cards facedown on the table. A soft groan coming from the back of his throat when you planted yourself on his lap. He put his arm around you to keep you steady. "Don't look at my cards."

You leaned into him, placing your hand on his as you paused for a moment. "Marv?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm starting to feel something," you mumbled.

"Was it that phaal curry you had earlier? Because I told you last time, if the food keeps upsetting your stomach, don't go to the-"

"No, not that," you shook your head, shifting a little to get more comfortable. "It's... fuck."

"What?"

You weren't sure if you could actually admit it, chewing at the inside of your cheek as you tried not to focus on how it felt to be held by him and to be sitting on his lap; heart racing and your hands trembling, forcing you to put down the cards as you turned around. Straddling his waist and putting your hands on his chest, covering some of the writing on his shirt as your breath hitched.

You couldn't help but to look down at his lips for a moment, a soft and quiet whimper slipping from the back of your throat. "Marvin..."

"I got you," he whispered, shaking his head. "What do you need? Talk to me, (y/n)."

You held onto his shirt, trying to concentrate on the feeling of the soft fabric against your fingers but constantly distracted by how he kept his hands on you to keep you steady; the way his breath was so gentle and how his words were your oasis in the desert. Fuck.

"Shitting fuck, Marv, I think I might be in love with you."

"Think I might feel the same," Marvin admitted quietly, nodding as he looked at your lips for a moment, swallowing thickly and trying to focus on keeping you steady on his lap. His concentration constantly broken by the way you looked at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he breathed out. "Can I, uh..."

"Kiss?" The word came out so softly, so hesitant and nervous, you couldn't believe you had even said it.

But then he nodded, starting to bite at the inside of his lip as nervousness overtook him. "That."

"Sure..." you made the move, edging closer until the distance was slowly closed.

He kissed you back immediately, so soft and so gentle, so slow and so cautious; it was plain to see that neither of you wanted to make a mistake, but it was easy to get lost. The way he kissed you took your breath away, one hand coming up to rest on his shoulder as he deepened it, stealing more of your breath as you held onto him.

It had been a while since Marvin had actually kissed another man, but fuck, he was glad it was you; he was glad that it was the man he had slowly fallen absolutely head over heels for, and when he broke away, breath soft and hurried, he couldn't help but to smile.

"I... fuck, (y/n)."

"What?"

"I haven't kissed a man like that in years," he admitted quietly, a little anxious about how you felt.

Your hand dragged from his shoulder to his jaw, gently rubbing your thumb up and down his face as you smiled. "I liked it."

"You did?"

"I did," you nodded, even daring to kiss him again. "And, y'know... you could always, uhm, always kiss me like that again, if you wanted to."

Slowly, he moved, coaxing you onto the table and standing between your legs as he planted his hands either side of your thighs. "I love you, and let me tell you, man, I said it, I mean it... I... I love you."

"I love you, too," you put your hands on his shoulders. "Marvin, I've... I've loved you for a long while and... and if you wanna be in a relationship, that's amazing - but... but if not, that's amazing, too."

"I do," Marvin assured softly. "Just... as long as we can take things slow."

"Slow is fine by me," you agreed. "I think I should remake our coffee, though... it's probably gone cold."

"Later," he pleaded gently. "But remember-"

"No sugar," you grinned. "I know."

#mlem writes #marvin milk x reader #marvin milk x you #marvin milk imagine #marvin milk #mother's milk the boys #mother's milk x reader #mother's milk x you #mother's milk imagine #mother's milk #mm x reader #mm imagine #mm fic #the boys x you #the boys x reader #the boys imagines #the boys imagine #the boys fanfiction #the boys fic #the boys fanfic #amazon the boys #the boys amazon #the boys #laz alonso

[undercoverpena]

WELCOME to PART ONE of a little fic rec celebration ✨ so the beginning/end of last month, i did a post about being kind to creators and at the end of this month i wanted to shout about some of the writing work i love.

most of this list is adequately organised over at @murdvckreads, but I wanted to scream about it on main, too.

remember, if you can be anything, be kind.

this celebration is part one (all pedro characters)

KEY: smut = smut* | s = series | wip = work in progress | os = one shot

be sure to check out each fics warnings and tags at the top before reading. *if a series warns smut is coming up, I'll include this here too

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS

JAVIER PEÑA

insomnia by @iamskyereads | s smut

señorita by @lavendertales | s wip smut

why don't you by @lavendertales | os smut

unholy by @lavendertales | s smut

neon dreams by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

strawberry shortcake by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

the crush by @the-ginger-hedge-witch | s smut

use me by @swiftispunk | os smut

just keep breathing by @swiftispunk | os

infections of a different kind by @psychedelic-ink | s wip smut

secret smile by @thelightsandtheroses | s wip

stolen glances and secret bets by @wildemaven | os

i can see you by @proxima-writes | os smut

letterman jacket by @fuckyeahdindjarin | os smut

JOEL MILLER

stay in bed by @psychedelic-ink | s wip smut

ravish by @psychedelic-ink | os smut

spitfire by @psychedelic-ink [joel x tess] | os smut

atrophy by @yeyinde | os smut

in my hometown by @swiftispunk | s smut

here in my doorway by @swiftispunk | os

a fascination by @iamskyereads | os smut

baby came home by @lavendertales | os

bluebird by @moondirti | os smut

seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin | s smut

to do the right thing by @darkroastjoel | s

no time to die by @davosmymaster | os

joel miller: teacups, bad people by @charnelhouse | s (ish, some are connected) smut

sleeping bag by @quin-ns | os

couldn't love me if you tried by @nexusnyx | os smut

moment's silence by @nexusnyx | os smut

patrols by @pedgito | os smut

FRANKIE MORALES

frankie in new york by @iamskyereads | s

homecoming by @astroboots [frankie x reader x santi] | s smut os

telltale heart by @astroboots | os smut

grays by @fuckyeahdindjarin | s smut

heartbeat by @floralpascal | s smut

real love baby by @guess-my-next-obsession | os

listen by @frannyzooey | os smut

a taste by @frannyzooey | os smut

old house by @moralesispunk | os smut

done for by @pedrito-friskito | os smut

fictional death by @psychedelic-ink | os

fuck it i love you by @psychedelic-ink | os smut

worship this love by @swiftispunk | os smut

sing fever to the form by @thelightsandtheroses | os

DIETER BRAVO

sweet creature by @wildemaven | s smut

EZRA (PROSPECT)

compulsion by @iamskyereads | s wip smut

JACK DANIELS

i can feel your heartbeat by @psychedelic-ink | s smut wip

interested in call of duty recs ->

#mm: fic recs #pedro pascal characters #javier peña x reader #frankie morales x reader #joel miller x reader

[thr-333]

Leo would look at a small anxious version of himself and be smacked in the face with pure unfiltered big brothertm instinct.

Anyway go read exactly that happening if you haven't already:

You're being Adopt(Do not Resist)

#am I exaggerating how small the mutant mayhem turtles are? #yes yes I am #but your honor consider #they're just little guys #Leo: is anyone going to adopt this kid? #then not wait for an answer #mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #tmnt mm #mm tmnt #tottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt fic #tales of the tmnt #tmnt

[artsyunderstudy]

"I've gotten better at identifying Penny's magic when I feel it. Apparently Normals aren't supposed to feel magic at all, but I can sometimes. It's a warmth that somehow feels sweet—it's hard to explain. But we're pressed against each other in our blanket burrito, and I feel it wash over me when she casts. Better safe than sorry. Safe. That's what her magic feels like. That's what she feels like."

The Cutest Knees by @stitchyqueer

Carry on Countdown | Day Eleven: Side Ships

This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.

#shepard love #penelope bunce #stormchaser #penlove #carry on #carry on fanart #wayward son #any way the wind blows #rainbow rowell #carry on countdown #COC 2023 #artsyart #okay i took a little break because i was so tired #but im back #and ive been so excited to draw this one because PENNY AND SHEP #this fic is so fucking sweet and sexy and just #mm #go give it a go

[whats-it-mean]

Period cramps? Never fear, the great 707 is here ☆

i just got my period and i am n o t having it and yknow what i want. i want someone to give me blankets and hot chocolate and tea and hsdksjdl. Also the mysmes brainrot is real so why not combine the two !! its a bit short today but im tired so whatcha gonna do

C/W - Reader is suggested to be AFAB (it's a period comfort fic, what did you expect) but no pronouns or specific gender

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Although he ultimately struggled to express it sometimes, Seeing you all bundled up on the couch, face scrunched up in discomfort, he could feel his own mood souring. You had your nose buried in whatever manga you’d wrapped yourself up in this time, but your focus was all over the place with how much your abdomen hurt. There was no way to think straight through the pain, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, and it bothered him almost as much as it bothered you. It had been a bit since he had slipped out through the entryway with a promise to return soon, with the grin on his face that only meant he was up to something, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to pay too much mind to it.

After about a half hour of you sitting on the couch, stomach aching and barely even reading your book anymore, the jingle from the doorway ensuring your boyfriends return had you directing your gaze to the hallway that led to the door, where said red-haired boy poked his head around the corner, watching you for a reaction.

“Seven…?” You asked, confusion evident on your face as you stared at him, manga now forgotten as it lay abandoned at your side.

He smiled at you, eyes closed while he beamed. “I got you a couple things~” He said, reaching out a hand to showcase the full shopping bag that dangled from his arm.

“Eh--? Why did you--”

He strode over to you, sitting down on the floor next to the couch you sat on as he shushed you, before turning to open the bag. He seemed rather proud of himself as he pulled it open, reaching in and handing you a freshly bought, fluffy blanket in your favorite color, offering it to you with the cutest grin on his face.

“I got you a better blanket, some extra supplies, some hot chocolate…” As he spoke, he laid each item out in a pile, eyeing you from time to time to make sure you were watching him and his little performance. “I got you a heating pad too, Jaehee mentioned once that those are useful. Do you want me to make you the hot chocolate now, or wait a bit?”

You stared at him, completely still as you watched him stare right back, puppy dog eyes on full display. “W- What is… Why……?”

He grinned at you as if it was obvious. Leave it to Seven to make you feel stupid even on your period. “You looked uncomfy, so I wanted to help~ Is that okay?”

Well, how are you meant to say no to that?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───  End

#period fic #period cramps #⤥ Mairu Writes ! #mysmes #mysmes x reader #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger #mystic messenger 707 #707 #luciel choi #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #luciel choi x reader #seven x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #mm x reader

[missmonsters2]

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WandaNat

Pairing: WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: awkward!reader. clint slander. WandaNat no mercy.

Note: i miss them

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This was your worst nightmare—trapped between the bodies of two incredibly hot, kind, and funny women. 

And no, it wasn't in the sexy way—your brain refused to even let you go down that route. You'd implode at even the slightest thought of it. 

This was Clint's fault, you quietly seethed, plotting his gruesome murder that could later be turned into a true crime podcast. Laura will have to be a widowed single mother, and the children will have to grow up fatherless, but surely it was for the best. 

"Come down to visit us!" Clint said to you, your mind mimicking his voice unflatteringly. "It's been way too long since you guys came to stay with us."

It was a normal occurrence; you thought nothing of it. You, Wanda, and Natasha often went to stay with Clint and his family quarterly. Natasha visited more with her girlfriend, Wanda, and they invited you every time, but you settled that four times a year was enough. 

It was usually fun, and the time spent was enjoyable, so you really had thought nothing about it.

Until Clint decided he was actually the incarnate of the devil and condemned you for some undisclosed sin. 

"Oh, you three are cool sharing a room, right? The other spare bedroom is under renovation. I mean, one of you can take the couch but I highly don't recommend it with what the kids have spilled on it over the years."

No, it wasn't okay, you wanted to say at the time, but Wanda and Natasha nonchalantly waved Clint off and told him it was fine, and the conversation breezed on, never to be returned to again. 

Why would he invite all three of you if there wasn't enough space!? You tried to tell Wanda and Natasha that you could drive to the nearest hotel at night, but they looked at you strangely and asked if you hated them. It was jokingly, but you could hear a tinge of hurt in their voice, which silenced you from offering to leave again. 

But now you were suffering. 

The bed was way too small for three people but left enough room for just a couple of inches to keep you from coming into skin-to-skin contact with either redhead.

You stared at the ceiling, despite being unable to make out any details of the room in the darkness. 

Why the fuck were you in the middle?

You should've been on the edge. At least then, you could hang half your body off it to keep some distance. 

You started at the edge of the bed—make no mistake. But then Natasha came to your side and asked you to scootch over. You assumed she preferred sleeping on the right side, so you started to make your way down to the other side. But then, to your horror, Wanda climbed in from the other end, effectively trapping you in the middle. 

The words were caught in your throat as you tried to force them out and ask if you could have the edge, but Natasha and Wanda mumbled their goodnights before promptly falling asleep. 

This was unacceptable; you mentally cried. This was—weird. You know that Wanda and Natasha have been together for ages, and they probably didn't care, but it was strange to be in the middle of them like this. You're way too awkward for this. 

It brought up the unwanted feelings you've been trying to get rid of for months. 

The worst part was that it was winter, and this room was so fucking cold. Was Clint going through financial hardship? Why isn't there any heat in this room?

You wished him ill, you wished him ill, you wished bad things upon Clint Barton. 

You shifted, trying to pull the blanket up higher and shrink yourself to retain some of the heat. You turned on your side, facing Wanda's back, and frowned. You could practically feel the heat radiating off her and wanted to scoot away from her. But you couldn't. You'd scoot right into Natasha, who was also radiating heat as she faced your back.

At this moment, you hated them for being so unaware of their temptations. 

You swallowed. Moving a little closer to Wanda wouldn't be too bad, right? Just to steal a bit more of her warmth, so you could fall asleep and wake up early to get out of bed. 

You scooted a little closer, your nose just inches away from her back since there wasn't much wiggle room. Her heat emitted off her like a goddamn fireplace, and you sighed a little at the warmth on your nose and the parts of your cheeks. 

It was still pretty cold, and you shivered a little. 

Your movement seemed to wake Wanda as she lifted her head to look around at you. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Turning back, Wanda lay her head back down and shut her eyes with a yawn. 

You started to scoot back to where you were, but Wanda grabbed your wrist from under the blanket and pulled it over her waist as she shuffled back into you.

The warmth pressed against your front jolted you, and you were stiff, despite how good it felt. 

"любимая, she's cold," Wanda mumbled in the dark as she threaded her fingers through yours.

Wanda was clearly speaking to Natasha because the redhead behind you shifted and moved closer until she was pressed against your back snuggly. Her arms wrapped around your midsection as she tangled her legs through yours. 

You wanted to die. 

You wanted to kill Clint Barton and then run into oncoming traffic. 

"Um," you croaked. 

"Is this better?" Natasha mumbled sleepily, and she was so close you felt her lips move against your shoulder. 

No.

Yes.

No.

"Uh," you dragged out before finally deciding with an awkward stiff, "Yes."

It was warm—almost too warm now. You closed your eyes with a silent groan. 

You weren't getting any sleep tonight.

#wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff x you #wandanat x you #wanda maximoff imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #wandanat imagine #wanda maximoff fluff #natasha romanoff fluff #mm: my fics #mm.drabble.wandanat