#well I get crushed too but those last way too long and we don’t speak of them

[senualothbrok]

Love and beauty

Summary: A few days after Astarion has taken you to his grave, you are lying in bed together. You decide it's time to make a confession.

Musings on beauty, love and death.

Word count: 1.3k

Non-18+. Astarion x female Tav. Non-ascended Astarion. References to bereavement.

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You are lying on your side, looking at Astarion.  Here at the Elfsong Tavern, morning is rousing from its slumber. You are cocooned in the bed you have shared with him since the night he took you to his grave. The sheets are warm and soft beneath you, and in their burgundy shadows, his skin glows like porcelain. He lies on his back, his silver eyelashes fanning out below his closed eyes like silk. His crown is a white maze of waves. Just recently you have noticed the faint threads which form around his mouth and eyes when he laughs, slight indents where his eyebrows meet his nose when he is focused. And sometimes, barely perceptible dimples dance on his cheeks.

You never tire of looking at him. There is always something new to see, and you never know how long you have left to see it.

“I can feel you staring at me.” A lazy eye opens and fixes on you. “Has no one ever told you that it’s rude to stare?”

There is mischief in his smile, and you return it. You run your fingers over his collarbone. He shifts his chin closer to your hand.

“I can’t help it.”

He stretches, long and languid, a fang peeking out on his lower lip.

“I know, darling.” He turns onto his side to face you. “It’s why you’re here. You can’t get enough of my devastating beauty.”

The words carry no edge. He is still himself, not the masked imitation. He twirls his fingers around a strand of your hair as it caresses your shoulder.

“You are devastatingly beautiful, it’s true.” You play with a curl at his temple, tracing the edge of his ear. You consider for a moment. “But you know, all of that… it only goes so far.”

“Oh?” He regards you quizzically.

“Well…” You turn the thoughts over in your mind. “I’m human, Astarion. Even humans blessed with devasting, soul-crushing beauty, like yours – most of us don’t live that long. We get old and grey. We get wrinkles.”

He scrunches his nose. You laugh.

“I know, disgusting, those wrinkles. But when you have to contend with ageing, and with death… it’s different.”

You are not sure he understands what you are saying. You yourself are not entirely sure.

You nuzzle your nose into his. He slides his arm under your head, circling it around your shoulder. You curl into his chest. There is a silence, but it is so light, like being bathed in morning sun.

Maybe it is because every day draws you closer to the Netherbrain. Or maybe it is because he has shown you where he died, and has shared with you his rebirth. Now, you feel the last bastion inside you can come down. This last pearl you have hidden from him, you can now give, trusting he will not cast it away.

“I had a husband once,” you say.

You have not spoken about him for a long time. It surprises you that it does not hurt anymore to mention him. To remember.

“It was a lifetime ago now. He was beautiful too, when we met. Though nowhere near as beautiful as you.” You brush your lips across Astarion’s skin. “He was smart. He had a way with words. And he was kind.”

You are relieved that Astarion does not say anything. He does not tense in shock or anger. There is no judgment. He only listens, holding you.

“He actually looked a lot like Gale. Sometimes when he speaks, Gale even sounds like him.”

Astarion bristles at this. “So you’re telling me that one of our travelling companions, one of our closest allies and friends, is the spitting image of the love of your life? And you’re telling me this, why?”

You are not entirely surprised by his reaction. And maybe you find it endearing that Astarion could feel even a prickling of jealousy about a man you loved and lost so long ago. You chuckle, reaching up to kiss him lightly on the curve of his jaw. He eases with a huff.

“This isn’t the point of my story.”

“Well, you best get to it soon,” he shoots back, but he does not pull back his embrace.

There is a softness, a playfulness, to his irritation. You nibble his ear lobe gently and he sighs. He waits. You go on.

“He was a lot older than me. When he got sick, I took care of him. He died in his sleep. I laid him to rest. By that point, he was an old man. And he’d lived a good life.”

You remember your husband’s face through a haze. His papery skin, so thin you could tear it by mere touch. Frosted hazel eyes, and snaking veins on hands that you clasped so tightly against your wet face after he had breathed his last. The years of love that had filled the hole he left, buoying you through the grief.

“There’s something about that kind of love. Through age, and sickness, and everything in between. The long and boring days. The petty arguments. The stupid things we joked about. Everything we shared together.”

You heart fills as you speak of him. There is no more sorrow when you think of him now, only gratitude.

“I loved him till the end. That kind of love - it went well beyond his beauty.”

Astarion is quiet and still for a long time. When he moves back to look at you, you cannot read his gaze.

“But I won’t age,” he says. “I won’t die.”

You nod.

“I’ll be like this forever.”

“Forever beautiful, forever young.” You glance at the scars and ripples of your flesh, and you cannot help but feel a pang of envy.

He frowns. In the pause that follows, you wonder where he has gone. You wish he could take you with him.

“How will I know, then?” he asks suddenly.

“Know what?”

“How will I know…” He struggles, as though each word is a heavy load. He clears his throat. “How will I know what kind of love it is?”

There is an emptiness in his eyes now, like a kind of sadness. A loss. You reach out and press your palm to his heart.

“Are you asking me whether I would still love you-“

“If I wasn’t beautiful.” He grimaces. “If I was old and grey, or sick, or…” He trails off briefly. “If I had wrinkles. Like Gale.”

You laugh, and you see that it gives him comfort. Because Astarion still cannot help but mask a plea with a jibe.

“What do you think?” you ask.

He hesitates. His eyes caress your face, drinking in every detail, every line and curve, every shadow and blemish. A balm spreads through you as he sees you, just as you see him, since the very first time you promised to be his mirror. You know he can see your answer.

But he is uncertain, and he is still afraid.

“Without a doubt, Astarion,” you breathe.

He turns away. You wait. It no longer weighs on you when he withdraws. You know now that he will always return. You will give him time, now. You will give him space. He will come back when he is ready.

But then, so abruptly, he clasps you against him. You are enveloped in the coolness of his skin, the warm wetness of his mouth, the blanket of his body around you. The moment is a world in itself, swirling and gathering and expanding, holding you fast.

It ends as it began. You lie there, tracing circles in each other’s souls. Morning has broken, and muffled voices are bustling through the bedroom walls. Slowly, you edge to the side of the bed, and he rises to join you.

“I don’t think he was the love of my life, by the way.” You say it like an afterthought, but it is not.

“I damn well hope not,” he counters, sharp and fast.

But the gentleness in his gaze tells you all you need to know.

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[cozage]

Hello!! I love your writing and would love to see a follow up of the captured by marines ask where they go and rescue the reader :)))

A/N: This is the last of the Captured by Marines/Rescued by Pirates short fics! Luffy’s and Law’s were posted earlier today, check them out :)

Characters: female reader x Ace

Cw:  angst, torture, reader in peril

Total word count: 3k

Part 1

Rescued by Pirates - Ace

It wasn’t long before he saw the Navy ships, and he smirked to himself. How easy it had been to get to them. He wondered if the Marines even knew who they had, if they knew what kind of death sentence that had placed upon themselves by taking Whitebeard’s crew. By taking you. 

He heard cannon balls splash around him and knew he had been spotted, but he wasn’t concerned. His Striker was too fast and too small to be caught by a stray firearm.

Watching the Navy scramble around like that on the ships made him laugh. Actually laugh out loud. So loud that he knew his crewmates could hear it. That you could hear it. 

The navymen on the ships took aim and fired to no avail. He wondered if they knew it was a lost cause. Not that it mattered. They should’ve known he would come after them. They really should’ve prepared better. 

He lept off his Striker and jumped up to the deck, smirking at all the wide-eyed marines. Everyone just stood there unmoving for a second, shocked by his sudden appearance. 

“Hey there fellas, you wouldn’t happen to know where my crew mates are, wouldya?”

His question nudged them into action, and they all began firing. The bullets went right through him, and he stood there, letting them empty their rounds of ammo. Once they were done, he shrugged and ran past them down the stairs. 

His division had taken a few ships like this hostage, and he was familiar with the layout. He didn’t worry himself with the Marines staring at him. They’d all be at the bottom of the ocean soon enough, but he couldn’t sink a ship with his crew on it. 

“Ace!!” He heard a small group of about five men cry out, finding them locked behind a cell of sea prism stone. He cursed the substance, but smiled at the men regardless.

“Hey guys, howya been?” He looked around, but you weren’t there, and his heart sank a little bit. This would be a lot easier if he knew you were here fighting with him. “Any idea where the key is?”

“The vice admiral!” One of them shouted.

“Be back soon!” He tipped his hat and ran back up the ship to find the keys. 

He found the Vice Admiral holding the keys out over the edge of the ship. The man looked very nervous, and Ace knew he was a coward without even speaking to him. 

“Give me the keys, and I’ll spare your life. How’s that?”

“No way,” the man’s voice trembled as he spoke. “I don’t make deals with pirates. 

Ace didn’t argue. He just held out his fingers to create crosshairs aimed at the man.

“Listen here,” Ace said, his voice deadly serious. “I don’t have time to play around. Either you give me those keys and I let you and your men go, or I send everyone on this ship to a watery grave. Your choice.”

It turned out that Ace had picked the right ship, because the vice admiral was nice enough to give him the keys for every jail cell on every ship. Ace ran back down the stairs with the keys in his hand, and the feeling of success on his shoulders. 

He unlocked the cell and his crewmates rushed to hug him, but he waved them off. “Tie up all the marines and hold them hostage. Once we have everyone, we’ll put them on one ship and let them go.”

The pirates look at him like hes crazy, but he shrugs. “I got the keys without a fight. That was the trade off. I’m a man of my word.”

The second ship was as easy to take as the first, but you weren’t on that ship either, and Ace was starting to feel nervous. Three ships with Marines this weak shouldn’t have crushed the third division of the Whitebeard Pirates so badly. 

The third ship was quickly taken over as well, and you were still nowhere to be found. His crew mates must have sensed his panic, because finally someone spoke up. 

“They took her separately since she had devil fruit powers,” a crew mate said. “They said she was too dangerous to keep on these ships. She’d be..” the man trailed off, scared to finish. 

“What? What’d they say?” Ace said, trying to rush him. 

“They said she’d be good bait.”

“Bait…” Ace could feel his skin catch fire at the words, and his crewmates backed away from him. He wanted to destroy the small fleet of ships they had just captured, and he struggled to keep his cool in the moment.

“Get on the other ship. Now. Sail back to Whitebeard.” He handed Whitebeard’s Vivre card to a man and stood as they all scrambled away. 

He weighed heavily what to do next, and forced himself to clear his head before he decided what to do. Once the Navy ship with Whitebeard’s pirates were out of sight, he stripped two of the Navy officers of their clothes and put one outfit on, saving the other for later. He burned their main sail, and made sure all of the men were tied up tight on one ship. He took the small transponder snail with him, and then as he left, he set the second, abandoned ship ablaze without looking back. 

He moved fast, following your vivre card again. He hadn’t even thought to look at it while he was freeing the others on the ship, but it wouldn’t have mattered. He couldn’t have left his family there, in the hands of the marines and sentenced to Impel Down. Unlike with you, he would’ve had no way to find them again, and they’d be gone forever. He knew he had made the right choice, but it still hurt to know you had been moving further away from him rather than getting closer. 

He sailed through the day and into the night before he saw lights of other ships. He quickly extinguished his own boat light and watched the ship closely. He wanted to go in as wild as the fire he created, but he was certain the members of this crew would be significantly stronger than the last ones he encountered, and he needed to get you out alive. 

As his Striker crept up to the side of the ship, he was surprised by the lack of watchmen. He was expecting infiltration to be harder than this. And then his Striker tapped the side of the boat. 

“Did you hear that?” Ace heard a voice from above, and he silently cursed himself. 

“Hear what?” An older voice huffed.

“I dunno. Sounded like something hit the boat, I think.”

“I think you’re hearing things, Cadet.”

“We should probably check it out.” The voice moved closer, and Ace readied himself for a battle.

“I told you kid,” the older voice spoke. “The Captain said that the Whitebeard Pirates wouldn’t come until a public execution was set. They’re going to take this time to rally their forces, and they’ll attack when it’s a public event. It’s much less impressive to kidnap some girl from a Marine boat, but to fight the entire Navy while the world is watching? That's the spectacle the pirates will want.”

“How do you know?” the kid asked.

“I was around when Roger was executed-” Ace flinched at the name. “-and it was the same thing. Pirates everywhere, waiting for someone else to make the move. But nobody ever did, and he was executed because of it. That won’t happen again though. They’ll take a stand. They’ll make a show of it.”

“You were there for Roger’s execution?” Fascination filled the young man’s voice, and Ace rolled his eyes. “What was it like?”

“Ha! Let’s go grab a drink and I’ll tell you all about it.” The older man’s voice was paired with footsteps leading away from the railing, and Ace tied his Striker to the ladder and climbed up it.

He peeked his eyes over the railing and only saw two other men on deck, other officers who were probably on watch. They were facing away from him, and he silently jumped over the railing and landed on the deck. 

He smoothed out his Marine uniform and straightened his cap, trying his best to blend in. 

This ship was similar to the last three he had taken over, and he had to resist running downstairs to find you. Instead, he walked around, trying to figure out where the keys were. He found a board with a schedule for watch duty on deck and watch duty for the prisoner. 

As he was staring at the board, another man came up to him. He looked to be about his age. 

“You wouldn’t want to take my shift watching the bitch, would you?”

Ace’s anger flared up, but he smothered it quickly to keep up the appearance. 

“I don’t know, man. When do you have to watch her?” He said, eyeing the man next to him. 

The man was about as tall as Ace, but extremely skinny. It looked like he was too tall for his own body, like he hadn’t filled out his own skin yet. He had bright orange hair and a crooked smile, and just looking at him made Ace want to punch him in the face. Though Ace wasn’t sure if that was because of the man’s comment about you or his appearance. 

The man chuckled. “In thirty minutes, and I'd love to go back to bed. Had a bit too much to drink, if you know what I mean,” the man chuckled, and Ace joined along halfheartedly until the man continued. “Last thing I want to deal with in the middle of the night is that chick.”

Ace raised his eyebrow. Of course you were giving them hell. “She that bad, huh? Have you seen her?”

“Just when she got on the ship. She was kicking and screaming until they put a gag in her and knocked her around a few times.”

Ace gritted his teeth. “Sounds feisty.”

The man snorted. “You can go find out for yourself just how feisty she is in about thirty minutes if you want.”

“You’ve intrigued me,” Ace said, pretending to be casual. “I’ll take it if you switch for my shift tomorrow.”

“Deal.” The man held out his hand, and Ace took it. “I’m Rogan.”

Ace nodded. “Nice to meet you. Chance.”

“Well, you’re really doing me a solid, Chance. I’ll see you in the morning.” And with that, the orange-haired marine walked off to bed. 

Thirty minutes. Ace had thirty minutes to keep a low profile and find the key to your cell, and then you would be free. He grabbed some coffee from the cafeteria to rejuvenate him, and got a small snack as well. He had been fighting and sailing for over a day, and the exhaustion was starting to catch up with him. 

He must’ve dozed off at some point, because a loud speaker jolted him awake to alert a shift change. He cursed himself, now he wouldn’t have time to find the keys to your cell. 

He walked down the stairs to the jail cell, and found another man waiting for him. 

“Here,” he said, shoving a rod at Ace. The man’s eyes flicked nervously back to the cell behind him. “If she acts up any more just stick her with that.”

The man started up the staircase and then turned back to Ace. “Just some advice: Don’t taunt her. She’s…” he paused, and his eyes shifted back to the cell where Ace guessed you were. “Just don’t acknowledge her. The other guy should be here soon, and I know we’re supposed to only guard in doubles, but I can’t take it anymore.”

The guy disappeared from sight, and Ace heard your voice chirp up from behind him. 

“If you think you can subdue me, you’re wrong.” He could hear the animalistic growl in your voice, and he shuddered to think about what you had been through while you were parted. 

“Oh,” Ace laughed, turning to face you. “I think I can handle you just fine.”

He could see your eyes shift when you caught sight of his freckled face, hatred instantly turning into relief. 

Your eyes flicked to the doorway to make sure nobody was there, and then you looked back at him and smiled. “That Marine outfit suits you,” you said, your voice returning to the sweet sound he was used to. “I get why Garp wanted you to live this life.”

Ace laughed loudly, and then clamped a hand over his mouth as you both looked towards the doorway. 

“I don’t have the key to get you out,” he said disappointingly. 

“The next guy who comes will,” you said. “He should be back in about 10 minutes I think.”

Ace raised an eyebrow at you, and you smiled wickedly in return. 

“They think I’m weak because I’m a girl,” you scoffed, and you saw his lips tug upwards at the corners. 

“It’s a dangerous thing to do, underestimate a pirate.” He winked at you, which made you erupt into a fit of giggles. 

“Quiet down now, spitfire,” Ace chided back to you, and you rolled your eyes. 

“I’m going to sleep,” you said, leaning your head back against the wall. “Wake me up when it’s time to move.” 

Ace turned away from you, watching the door. He waited for someone to come, and finally the door opened a bit. 

“She’s finally asleep, huh?” a hushed whisper came from the door. 

Ace nodded, glancing back at you slumped against the wall. 

The man smiled sinisterly, and Ace’s entire body tense watching  his expression. 

“Good,” the marine hissed. “Hand me that electro-rod. I need to teach her a lesson.” He grabbed the keyring around his belt loop and unhooked it as he walked towards your prison cell. 

So that’s what Ace had in his hands. An electrified rod. He had seen them used before, but he had never been hit by one. 

Ace frowned at the man. “I thought we weren’t supposed to-”

“Shut up, boy,” the man snapped. “She mocked my honor. I’ll be damned if I let a pirate laugh at me, and a female one at that.”

He unlocked the door, and held his hand out for the rod. “Give it here, and get over here if you want to see a show.”

“No,” Ace said, pressing the button to activate the rod. “I don’t think I will.”

The man looked at Ace with a baffled expression, and Ace jabbed at him with the rod quickly. It was such a swift and sudden movement, the man didn’t have time to react, and he fell backwards. 

Your eyes snap open and your throw your hand around the man, using the chain on your cuffs to act as a clothesline around the man’s neck.

Ace stands over the both of you with a dark look in his eye. “You made a mistake, and it’ll cost you now.”

He jammed the prod into the man again, and you covered his mouth to muffle his screams. 

“You underestimated her.” He prodded the man. “You underestimated me.” Another prod. “And you underestimated the Whitebeard Pirates.” This time, he smacked the man with the blunt rod, and you felt the marine go slack in your arms, unconscious. 

He grabbed the key ring and unlocked your shackles quickly, his eyes watching the door.

“Ace!” You cry out, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him into a hug. “You’re so scary!” He can hear the smile on your lips, your voice full of pride. 

You both wrap the Marine in the shackles and relock the door to the cell. Ace looked back at you, watching the man with hatred. 

“What did you do to him?”

You smiled slightly. “He’s just sensitive about some things, that’s all.”

Ace gave an impressed whistle, but didn’t ask anymore questions. “You ready to do this?”

You look at him and raise an eyebrow. “You think this is gonna be hard?”

“Not with you by my side.” He gave you a quick kiss on the lips. “The hard part is over.”

He was right. The few marines that you encountered were quick to take down. It made you nervous. You kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. But it never did. You all dropped onto his Striker without anyone being alerted of your absence. 

“The Marines I heard earlier said they weren’t expecting Whitebeard to make an appearance until an execution was set,” he explains, reading your thoughts. “Makes sense why this was so easy.”

“They only took me separately because I was a devil fruit user.”

“They had no idea who they captured,” he said, and he roared his Striker to life. “Stupid mistake on their part.”

You hum in agreement at that. “Still seemed too easy,” you said, frowning. 

His arms wrapped around you, and he kissed your cheek. “You’re so used to fighting powerful foes, you don’t know what to do when we catch a break.”

He started to take his Marine outfit off, but you stop him. “Keep it on,” you say with a wink. “It suits you.”

He smirks, looking down at himself and then at you. “I’ve got an extra one if you want it.”

You scrunch your face. “No thanks.”

“Fine, but I’m taking off the hat.” 

He took his Navy cap off and placed it on your head, and then he unbuttoned his shirt, but kept it on for you. For now.  Ace opened a side compartment of his Striker and found his hat, placing it back on his head, feeling a lot more comfortable. 

“Perfect!” You said, pulling him in again for another sweet, long kiss.

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[aizawasnumberonefan]

here have this garbage brain rot i wrote because i’m lonely

not proofread, not really thought through, just bakugo cuddle hours

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“HEY!”

“What.” you reply, clearly annoyed. You sit up in bed and yawn, squinting at your phone to see who called you. “Denks, you know it’s like four in the morning and I have a midterm tomorrow right? What could possibly be so important that you’re risking my A in economics?”

Kaminari giggles over the line and you can practically see his flushed face, swaying and drunk at whatever party he’s at. “Well fuck you too.” He giggles and ends the call.

For a brief moment, you consider laying back down and going back to sleep before groaning and calling him back.

“Yeeeees?” Denki replies and you can hear the amused grin on his face as well as the booming music in the background.

“What, what do you need? A ride? Some food? Spit it out.” Normally you wouldn’t cop an attitude with him but considering the circumstances, you feel perfectly justified to as you slide out of bed to put on shoes.

“Kacchan got too drunk and Ei wanted me to call you cuz he said I’m a-“ you hear grappling before Kirishima’s voice speaks. “Sorry, he got away from me for a second. I was about to call you: Bakubro is drunk and needs a ride home. I would be able to give him one but I think Sparky is going to be a handful tonight.” He states, after which you hear an offended “heyyy!” from Denki in the back.

“Yeah of course, just send me the address and I’ll be there in five. But you owe me a coffee in the morning as a thank you before my midterm.”

You pull up in front of the house, hearing the music and the people from a block away. You spot Kirishima, Denki, and Bakugo standing on the lawn, the two latter using Kiri as support to stand. With Kirishima waving, Katsuki walks (stumbles) over to your car, leaning down to peer through the passenger side window.

“Hey princess.” He slurs with that signature smirk of his.

“Get in, dumbass.” You reach across the seat to push open the door and he stumbles before clumsily getting in.

The two of you had been in the same friend group for years, even before college, so you didn’t mind seeing him at his least inhibited and vice versa. The person you were a few years ago would be humiliated to be seen in pajamas with messy hair, literally fresh out of bed, but she had long since disappeared. The fact that you had a crush on Katsuki is old news. You’d told him your feelings and were rejected. It was rough for a while but you found your way back together as friends.

“Give me the aux.” Bakugo snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Absolutely not. Last time I let you pick music while you were drunk we listened to We Are The Champions by Queen on repeat for the rest of the night.”

“You suck.”

“You swallow.” You quip back with a smile.

Your friendship had become much closer than it had been before your confession, and part of you is grateful for that, but some deeply repressed part of your mind still dreams about life with him. All broad shoulders, tan skin, freckles along his pretty face and shoulders. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he was mistakenly sent to Earth instead of heaven. Fortunately, you know all the nuances that make him, him. How he gets smiley and cocky most while drunk, how he still gets the steps to the macarena mixed up, how he refuses to admit that he likes his hair messed with but gets goosebumps every time you play with it, and how he sprawls out while spending time with those he cares about so that he can be touching his friends as much as possible. His tall, muscular frame and semi-permanent scowl implies that he is a different person than who he is while with you and the group.

“Are we going home?” He asks, words slurring together.

“We aren’t going to the North Pole.”

“Can I stay at yours tonight? You always take good care of meee.” He says, playing with the air conditioning.

“You can if you don’t play with the AC.” You reply, smiling as you grab his hand to put it back in his lap.

After a battle to drag Katsuki up the stairs, he’s finally face down on your sofa. You grab your hangover kit for him for when he wakes up, but as you go to set it down on the coffee table, he grips your wrist.

“Wanna stay with you tonight. Pleeeeeeeease?” He asks, vermillion eyes peering up at you from under the mop of blond hair.

“With me?”

He rolls over onto his back, his cheeks still flushed and appearance still a little rumpled after the party. “Your bed is cozier.”

“Only if you promise not to puke.”

A drunken “mhm” is murmured as he gets up, swaying slightly as he makes his way to your bedroom.

You make sure he’s cleaned up and has taken the appropriate medicine to ease his pain in the morning before letting him climb into the other side of your bed.

“Comfy?” You ask from the bathroom, brushing your teeth in the mirror.

“Mmmmmm.” Katsuki utters, his face buried in your pillow. He moves his head to the side to see you as you make your way to the bed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” You reply, sliding into bed, instinctually scooting into his arms as you had during shared naps so many times before.

“You’re pretty.” He mumbles into your hair.

You let out an abrupt laugh, caught off guard. “You’re drunk.” You know that you weren’t dolled up, that you’d rolled out of bed, literally, before seeing him.

“Nuh uh,” Katsuki insists, leaning up over you on one arm. “You’re pretty.”

“Kats, you’re drunk. Lay back down and let’s sleep off that hangover of yours, okay?”

Pouting, he lets himself back down and pulls you tight to him. He gets a flush to his cheeks when drunk, but thankfully that means that you can’t tell when he’s blushing from being around you as well.

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[babiebom]

Hiiii. I hope ur ok with my just constantly being like *ahem* spencer reid 👉🏻👈🏻🥹🥹. I loved how you wrote him in the last request! I feel like a lot of the time, people write him very ooc - just bc he can be hard to get written the right way, but like that's my boy, look at him spitting random facts for HOURS 🥰🥰?? Like yes, pls info dump on me while I stare at u lovingly, Spence 💞.

I recently came to terms with being ftm, but it's almost impossible to find any male! reader x Spencer Reid content. Which can be very dysphoric 😵‍💫. Which sucks! Bc holy hell, there are some fuckinnn amazing writers out there writing fanfics.

So now, I have come to you, an amazing writer out here writing fanfics, to beg ask if ud be down to write any kind of oneshot with Spencer Reid dating a male reader! It honestly doesn't have to be anything specific - romantic, angsty, enemies to lovers, slow burn, whatever peaks ur interest atm!

I would just love, love to have that content with Spence & a male reader if you're down for the task! Thank you so so muchh 💓. Hope ur having a wonderful morning / afternoon / evening !

A/N:im sorry this took so long!! I’ve been busy working (blegh) and I wanted to write something sweet for you!! I’m happy you’ve come to terms with being ftm!! As a cis identifying person myself I can’t say that I know how it feels, but I am VERY happy that you’re more comfortable with your identity!! Also never worry about being too “crazy” over Spencer I’ve been obsessed with him since I was about 5 or 6 (yes it’s been a long time)!! I’ll try more to write in a more gender neutral way when writing anything reader insert related that way you can enjoy my writing without feeling left out or anything!! Always let me know if there are things I can do better <3

Tw: maybe some cursing but overall should be wholesome

Wc: 0.54k

Criminal Minds Masterlist

Spencer Reid often came home dejected after a case gone wrong, it was often that he came home tired but happy after a successful case. It wasn’t often, however, that he came home excited for a break; but then again he hadn’t had a boyfriend to come home to on previous breaks. Now, as you watch him walk through the front door of your shared apartment, you can’t help but grin at the absolutely goofy look on his face.

“Emily gave us all 4 weeks off to rest after our latest case, so that means I get four WHOLE weeks of you to myself! Isn’t that great?” He lets out a giggle after he finishes speaking, putting his bag down on the kitchen counter. You didn’t even have to ask him why he was so giddy, he answered unprompted.

“It is great!” You try to match his energy, only seeing him this excited for the first time since you’ve met. He brings you into his embrace, hugging you so tightly that you think you might die if he squeezed you any tighter. “So what are your plans now that you’re a free man for four whole weeks?”

“Well we could go to the park and play chess, or stay here and play chess but I think the sunlight would be good for both of us. Or we could go to the movies, or take a class together, or…”

“Your plans are to just have dates with me every single day?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow.

He nods as if the answer is the most obvious, concrete fact in the universe. He looks at you, not as if you’re dumb, but as if to say ‘duh what else would I be planning to do?’.

The two of you move to sit on the couch, enveloped in each other as he talks about the many, many dates you’re going to go on now that he’s free from his time constricting job. “What if I don’t wanna do those things?” You ask playfully. He shrugs.

“It doesn’t matter what we do, as long as I get to do it with you”.

“Oh?” You look at him as if he said something scandalous, “I didn’t know you had that big of a crush on me.”

He shoves you gently, rolling his eyes at your attempt to joke off his sweet words.

“You’re joking but studies have found that couples who have regular date nights more often result in higher relationship satisfaction, better communication, and a stronger emotional connection. Us going on dates during these four weeks will be better for us in the long run.”

You don’t reply, or interrupt. It’s always amusing to listen to him ramble on and on about facts that he finds interesting or applicable to the conversation. And all it does is make you fall more in love with him, seeing how serious he is about your relationship working out in the future. He says that he loves you often, but it’s things like this; seeing and listening to how much he genuinely cares about your relationship.

Being the boyfriend of a pretty boy genius has its perks, and how much he cares about you compared to others is definitely one of them.

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[htmliu]

◜𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 tropes that i associate haechan with !

genre. fluff (?) wc. <700

frenemies to lovers

everything about hyuck is so very “oh i don’t understand or know how to deal with my feelings, so i’m just going to annoy the crap out of you.”

a LOT of bantering. stolen glances. it’s the pushing and pulling he gets the thrill out of. he can make fun of you, but if anybody else does it, they better know how to fight bc !?!?!? OH HE’S AB TO SQUARE UP.

stupid stupid oblivious mutual feelings (idiots to lovers)

this one is like a follow up of the previous one. almost joint, actually. it’s like when you both are with other people, everything is fine. you guys are left alone for ONE SECOND. and Boom. TENSION.

BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND

NEED I SAY MORE ???? honestly speaking, this trope is RIGHT behind enemies to lovers when it comes to the most hyuck-coded fanfic tropes to ever exist. it’s THERE.

you basically grew up with him. he’d been friends with your brother for as long as you’ve known. every summer vacation, your house was his paradise. but his presence — to you — was HELL.

now from here, we either go with you have had a crush on him for the longest time, he drives you crazy, and everything along those lines.

OR

you think you hate him to the bone (and he relishes in your so called hatred bc, again, PUSH AND PULL). but in reality, you really just don’t know how to deal with your feelings. there is a pattern with me as you can tell.

SECRET RELATIONSHIP

this is me pulling out the big guns now.

“if only the others could see you right now, literally melting in my touch.” followed by MESSY making out. disheveled hair. Hands Everywhere but where they should be. just him trying to make up for all the times his lips could’ve been on yours but he could’t just kiss you anywhere and everywhere bc of the whole “secret dating” part.

but then again. the adrenaline rush that he gets bc of this entire ordeal? he’s ABSOLUTELY there for it.

friends with benefits to ?? to lovers

this trope is always a MESS — to say the least. but ukw, that’s why i like it. why i associate hyuck with this trope is very self explanatory.

one drunken night accidentally led to a hook up session. it’s definitely not something you both hadn’t fantasized about before either. although, you always shook it off bc you knew you couldn’t be jeopardising your friendship.

but would it be wrong. if you guys were do it do it again. and again. and again. until none of those times were an “accident” anymore. and before either of you knew it, you were caught up in a web of your own mistakes. feelings were everywhere. along with the fear of losing whatever was left of your friendship. fear of messing everything up.

but for some reason, haechan still wanted more. bc everything just felt right when your lips were on his, his hands on your hips.

oh, you had him at your fingertips.

fake dating

see. the thing with me is. i love the push and pull as much as haechan does. perhaps even more than him. EVERYTHING ab this is just so HIM uk?

with the silly little contract that goes like — no kissing when not in front of people, no skinship, stay 5ft away when not in front of people, and ofc DO NOT FALL IN LOVE. and then just that happens. it’s so cliché. but that’s what i’m here for.

the way haechan will test your patience to the fullest. break every rule on that contract until you break the last rule yourself. after all, rules are made to be broken.

BUT THE BUILD UP TOO LIKE. when haechan doesn’t realise that he isn’t just doing stuff for you bc he’s your pretend boyfriend, but bc he actually cares for you. and there you both were, obliviously falling into an abyss of love.

“i think i could get arrested for breach of contract. bc i might or might not have broken the last rule.”

“well looks like we’re both getting arrested then.”

SUMMER AU

personally, it’s either a summer + road trip + e2l. there is this one specific scenario stuck in my head.

while everybody is out and about with their significant others, exploring the beaches and what not. you’re stuck with haechan, the last person you’d want to spend your summer with. but alas, god had it his way, and two single pringles had to mingle (#userhtmliufunnyera)

so somehow he convinced you to go out (re: lured you with a free ice cream treat). you are ab to hop onto a bike. you say something about him making you fall off the bike bc of his incompetence. and haechan, without missing a beat, “falling off the bike is the least of your concerns. although, falling for this guy — points to himself — is something i should warn you about in advance.”

OR

summer + childhood friends to acquaintances to lovers. i have a very cruel summer by taylor swift x summer!au x hyuck vision and it’s driving me INSANE. it’s angsty, but it’s fluffy, it’s mutual pining, and it’s everything i want and more.

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[metallicaislife]

Childhood Friends

A/N: omg this is the longest fic I've written so far. It flowed so smoothly out of my brain I'm gonna cry. 🥹💚

Genre: Fluff, suggestive themes and brief mentions of smut but not explicit

Word Count: 2,180

Warnings: Smoking

When I was young I had a neighbor. He was my best friend. From dawn until dusk we hung out. Whether we wandered the neighborhood on an adventure or at his house as he practiced the bass. He was the kind of person we didn’t need to have constant conversation with to be comfortable. I was absolutely heartbroken at age 14 when my family moved to be closer to my dad’s parents. We called each other every once in a while, but that soon stopped as we got busy with the lives we had going on around us. I’m now in my 20’s and I think about him every so often, I hope he’s doing well, and that all his dreams came true.

It was a typical night, I came home from work. Had a small dinner and curled up on the couch to watch my favorite sitcom. The phone started ringing so I got up to answer it.

“Hello?” 

“Is this, Y/N?” A deep calm voice came over the receiver. 

“Speaking. Who is this?” I asked.

“It’s Cliff.” He spoke. My eyes widened. 

“Cliff? Like Cliff Burton?” I asked. He chuckled. 

“Yeah, it’s me. How are you?” He asked. My heart was thrumming against my chest. 

“I’m doing well. How are you? How did you get my number?” 

“Glad to hear. I’m doing great. I took a chance and looked in a phone book.” He answered me. I laughed. 

“I dunno why I never thought of that.” I said. 

“I called because my band is going to be in your neck of the woods, I’d love it if you came to our show.” 

“You’re in a band?” I asked excitedly. Cliff chuckled.

“Yeah, I am. We’re called Metallica. Do you know where the bar on Main Street and 9th is?” He asked. 

“Sure do. When is the show?” I grinned, feeling giddy. 

“Tomorrow night. Sorry it’s short notice.” He said. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’m just glad you called. What time is it?” 

“8. I’ll buy you a drink after.” He said. 

“God, last time I saw you we were kids. Where’d the time go?” I leaned against my wall. 

“It’s been far too long. I’m excited to see you.” He said, I could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Me too.” I replied. 

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good night.” 

“Thanks, see ya tomorrow Cliff.” I said and hung up. 

I pinched myself. Yup that happened. I didn’t fall asleep watching ‘Cheers’ and dreamed of that conversation. I squealed in excitement. 

The following day went by quickly, which I was super grateful for. When I knew Cliff he was playing Thin Lizzy on his bass. I’m curious to see what kind of music he plays. I found a comfortable but cute outfit and left to go to the bar. 

I got a cocktail and waited around. Soon the band Metallica was announced. I spotted him straightaway. It was hard not to. I thought he was tall when we were young. He grew so much more. He was tall and lanky yet toned, his auburn hair long and unruly. His hazel eyes met mine and he grinned. The same smile that brightened my days all those years ago. I smiled back and gave a small wave. 

I’d never heard anything like their music before. It was loud and fast. Absolutely electrifying. I was mesmerized by Cliff, his head banging and the passion emanated off him. 

“Thanks everyone!” The lead singer and rhythm guitarist waved. Cliff caught my eye again and motioned for me to head backstage. I gave a nod and made my way back. He was leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets. He looked up and grinned. He pushed off the wall and walked toward me pulling me into a bone crushing hug. I hugged him back tightly, uncaring that he was sweaty from his performance. He pulled back and held my shoulders studying me. I grinned staring back up at him. 

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to my bandmates then we’ll get a drink and catch up.” He shifted, placing his arm around my shoulder as he took me back to the green room. 

The drummer was sprawled on a couch fanning himself, the guitarist was drinking some water while sitting on a chair and the lead singer was packing up his equipment.

“Hey guys, I want to introduce you to my childhood friend.” Cliff said. They all looked in our direction and I gave a small wave. 

“Y/N, this is Lars.” He pointed to the drummer, “Kirk,” then to the guitarist, “and James.” He motioned to the lead singer. “Guys this is Y/N, we used to be neighbors growing up.” He introduced. 

“Nice to meet you guys.” I smiled at them. 

“Nice to finally meet you, we’ve heard so much about you. Our guy Cliff here talks about you a lot.” James said. Cliff shot him a look and I stifled a small laugh as my cheeks heated up. 

“Anyways, I already packed my things. We’re gonna go get a drink and catch up.” Cliff said steering me out of the dressing room before any of the others had a chance to say anything. I turned back to wave at them before we exited the room. 

“So you talk about me, huh?” I asked, jabbing him in the ribs playfully. 

“I mean, yeah. You’re really the only person I hung out with until I started playing in bands.” He confessed. I smiled but didn’t say anything further. 

He got us a couple beers and we found a place to sit. 

I was a little worried it would be awkward, we hadn’t seen each other or even talked in years. It was so comfortable though, telling Cliff what I’d been up to, and listening to his stories about how he’s gotten to where he’s at. 

The night was coming to a close and there was a part of me that wondered if this was it. Would I only see him if he came to town for a show? The kind of friends that saw each other maybe once a year to catch up. I didn’t want that. 

“I wanna see you again, soon.” Cliff said as we walked in the crisp night air. 

“Me too.” I responded. 

“You know I thought you moving away was the end of the world. You’re only 45 minutes away though.” He chuckled. 

“As kids that might as well be across the country.” I laughed, he laughed too. 

“Well now we aren’t kids.” He said.

“No we aren’t.” I replied, “So I'll see you soon then?” I asked. He nodded. “Good.” I smiled. He hugged me again and we parted ways.

True to his word, Cliff called the following night, and we made plans to see each other again. Over the course of a few months, we saw each other as much as we could and talked almost every night. Sometimes we didn’t even talk. He’d call and play the bass for me. I knew that I had missed him, but I hadn’t realized how much until he was in my life again. 

“We’re having a party on Saturday, I want you to come.” Cliff said over the phone. 

“Yeah, I can make that. What’s the address?” I asked. I wrote it down as he relayed it to me, and the time, but he said I could come over whenever. 

I took a bus to El Cerrito. I was lucky enough to find the house pretty easily. The party was in full swing. Cliff was on the porch as I walked up. He saw me and his eyebrow furrowed. 

“Where’s your car?” He asked and exhaled his cigarette smoke. 

“In the shop, it’s been giving me trouble so I caught a bus here. I don’t mind, I'll take one home too.” I replied and stuck my hand out. He placed a cigarette in it, I placed it in my lips and he flicked his lighter so I could light it. 

“Don’t be silly, I’ll take you home.” He said. 

“No, it’s okay.” I said. I looked up and his face was stern. 

“Yes, I will drive you home.” Cliff said with finality. I nodded. 

“Thanks.” I replied. Lars came bounding out of the house. 

“I know you like keeping Y/N all to yourself but it’s a party Burton!” Lars said and grabbed my wrist. I laughed as he dragged me into the house. Cliff rolled his eyes and followed after us. 

The night was filled with laughter as we made memories I will carry with me until the end of my days. 

The party wound down and people were falling asleep. 

“Ready to go?” Cliff asked me as I leaned against the porch smoking a cigarette.

“Yup.” I smiled and put the cigarette out. 

Neither of us got obliterated like the others so we were good for travel. 

“Next time I’ll spend the night so we can party a little harder.” I said. 

“You’re always welcome to.” Cliff grinned and opened the car door for me. I slid in and buckled up. Cliff got in and started the car. 

“There are some tapes in the glovebox.” He said. I opened it up and looked through them. I smiled seeing the first Thin Lizzy album he shared with me, ‘Vagabonds of the Western World’. I put it in, his face lit up as the music played through the speakers. 

The car ride was mostly silent, occasionally singing along to the music. I stared out the window, and I could feel what I’ve been wanting to say to him for a couple weeks bubbling beneath the surface. 

“I love you.” I said aloud as I continued staring at the darkness outside. 

“I love you, too.” Cliff replied. 

“No, Cliff, I’m in love with you.” I said refusing to look in his direction. I don’t think my heart could handle it if I saw a look of disgust pass across his features. His hand came to rest on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze. I finally tore my gaze from the darkness and looked over feeling completely vulnerable. He kept his gaze on the road, but he glanced over, the look on his face the opposite of what I had imagined. 

“I’m in love with you, too.” He replied. I smiled and placed my hand on his, giving it a squeeze as I looked back out the window. A huge weight felt as if it had been lifted from my shoulders. 

We arrived at my place not long after and he walked me to the door. 

“Why don’t you spend the night, it’d be silly to drive all the way here just to head back.” I offered as I unlocked my door. 

“I think you’re just trying to get into my pants.” He teased me as he moved my hair out the way so he could place a kiss on my neck. 

“Maybe a little of both.” I teased back. I opened the door and he followed me in. He shut and locked my door. He turned around and placed his hands on my waist. We stared at one another. The only sound is our even breathing. Cliff tucked my hair behind my ear, he cupped my face and brought his lips down to meet mine. I’ve been kissed before, but never like this. It took my breath away. 

We stumbled clumsily through my apartment giggling and losing clothes along the way. We laid in bed and worshiped each other for hours. Learning each other's bodies inside and out. 

We laid in each other's arms, sweaty and worn. I traced soft shapes on his chest as he tickled my back. 

“How are you feeling?” Cliff asked softly. 

“Content.” I replied and kissed his chest. Cliff chuckled. 

“Thank you for telling me how you feel.” He said. 

“If I held it in any longer I think I would’ve combust.” I replied and placed my chin on his chest so I could look at him. His hazel eyes in the dim light held so much love and adoration. I hoped as he looked back he could see that same look mirrored in my eyes. “Thanks for reaching out and inviting me to your show. If you hadn’t, we probably wouldn’t be here.” I said. 

“It was a long shot, but I really missed you. I loved you back then, ya know. But I never could have imagined how much further I could have fallen for you.” He said. My heart skipped a beat and buried my head in his chest. He chuckled and kissed my head. 

I wish I had a Time Machine so I could go back and tell the heartbroken girl that had to move away from her best friend that it wouldn’t be that way forever. She was able to grow up and fall deeply in love with the quiet boy next door who played his bass so passionately.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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[mouschiwrites]

Heyyy ich loveee your Wirtin sm and i would love to See a Kai x Reader story so like they are sitting on a house or something and they both don’t know who they are like u don’t know that the red ninja is Kai uk?

Anyways so Kai is telling about the girl in school he has a crush on and that would be y/n but he doesn’t know that he is telling her and in School they are like enemies so y/n would never ever think that it would be Kai telleing her . And like they often meet as Nina’s but don’t know their idenetie so they kept going to see eacht other and they got reallyyy close and y/n got even close with the other ninjas and they know Kai likes her at then at some mission y/n got hurt and Kai is saving her and then he like know who she is idk if it makes sense but after that like at the next day or something then they meet at the spot they always met and he tells her who he is and then they like fall in love 😻

I would love that 😍😍

Ooh yess!! This gave me miraculous ladybug vibes! :D

Word count: 1.6k

Ninjago - Falling for the Mysterious Red Ninja

You were on the rooftop with the red ninja. That’s all you knew him by; you didn’t know his name, nor did you know what he looked like under his mask. And he knew no more about you; beyond your f/c mask, you were a stranger.

Despite this, you got along pretty well. Fighting crime together is apparently a pretty good bonding activity. The long periods of peace between crimes permitted you to speak with each other; get to know each other, joke around, whatever you fancied in the moment.

Tonight, you somehow got on the topic of love.

“There’s this girl at my school,” the red ninja was telling you, “who I’ve got a huge crush on.” You could see the tops of his cheeks through the mask, and they turned pink as he spoke.

“She’s really cool. Spunky. We like to argue.”

“Like to argue?” You giggled.

“Well, I like it. I like seeing her get all passionate. Man, you should hear her insults—they’d make an old woman faint!”

“She sounds like a riot.”

“Oh, she is. She’s pretty, too… h/c hair, e/c eyes…”

He was interrupted by the blaring noise of an alarm down the street. Springing to your feet, you abandoned the conversation and rushed into action.

You didn’t get to continue your discussion. As soon as the cops came to collect the crooks, the red ninja saluted you and sprung away into the darkness, and you went home.

Pulling off your mask, you stared at yourself in the mirror. H/c hair, e/c eyes…

“Wait a second…” You leaned in, pursing your lips. “But he couldn’t have been talking about me. He doesn’t know what color my hair is.”

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was you that he was talking about. The mere thought made your heart flutter. Though you hesitated to admit it, you had developed a little crush on the red-masked hero. His charming personality was just enough to win you over, but your genuine conversations made him beyond alluring to you. And perhaps that air of mystery about him was another quality that attracted you.

You could’ve spent the whole night mooning over the thought of him liking you back, but you had school in the morning, so you forced yourself to catch a few hours of sleep.

The next day, your face twisted in disgust when you boarded the bus to find all the seats but one filled. The single empty seat was right next to Kai, the boy you hated more than anything in the world.

“Starting the day off on the wrong foot, I suppose,” Kai grumbled as you plopped down next to him.

“Shut up before I cram your pencils where pencils are not meant to go.”

“Yikes! Not even 9 AM and she’s already plotting to kill me!”

You gave him a harsh elbow to the side, which finally shut him up. Finally, you had the quiet you needed to think about last night.

Those reddish brown eyes gazing at the moon, the stars reflecting in them like freckles of light, the breeze carrying the scent of fast food joints from the street up to the rooftops… the way his smooth voice talked, enchanted, about this mystery girl… This mystery girl that you hoped, prayed, was you.

Lost in your daydreams, you didn’t notice the pair of reddish brown eyes next to you, quietly admiring your thoughtful expression.

Nighttime couldn’t come quick enough. You waited on the rooftop where you always met the red ninja, but he was certainly taking his time. You tapped the tips of your feet together impatiently.

“F/c!” A familiar voice—not the one you were waiting for—came from behind you.

You whirled around, smiling under your mask. “Zappy!”

“The others are taking care of a gang fight a couple blocks over. Wanna patrol with me while they finish up?”

“You know I do.”

The blue ninja was another close friend of yours. Not quite as close as the red ninja, but you’d still call him a good friend. It was strange, the way you befriended these masked heroes without knowing a single thing about the people under those brightly colored masks.

It would be several more nights before you’d see the red ninja again. Though you appreciated your time with the other ninjas, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious to see him again. Somehow he always managed to be off on a different mission, leaving you with another colored ninja for the night.

Your dissatisfaction was exacerbated by a certain pig at school. Seeing Kai every day was like a punishment; as if being deprived from your red-clad crush wasn’t enough. Your luck really seemed to turn for the worse when you were assigned to work together on a group project.

“Just let me do my part, and I’ll leave you to do yours.”

“Can’t you do my part, too?”

“What, are you gonna be too busy desperately flirting with every female you can find?”

“I’ll have you know that I am not desperate. There’s only one girl I’ve got my eye on.”

“Eugh, spare me the details. I pray for her, whoever she is. Poor girl.”

“And I pray for whoever you have a crush on, if there’s anyone so unlucky in this world.”

Your cheeks reddened a little as the image of the red ninja flashed in your mind.

“Wait, do you actually have a crush on someone?”

“No! Shut up!”

You buried your nose in your textbook, trying to hide your darkening face. Through the pages you couldn’t see the crestfallen expression of your partner.

So you really liked someone… He should’ve seen it coming. You were a stunner; you could get anyone you wanted. Of course you’d set your eyes on someone. You probably had full intentions of asking them out, too. Kai sighed, following your lead and burying his nose in his textbook. The words were like abstract symbols to him; he was falling too deep into despair to comprehend them.

He was grateful to be back out on the streets, taking his frustrations out on hooligans who deserved it. His anger fuelled him; he ran faster, jumped higher, punched harder, all in an effort to drain the rage of knowing his love had eyes for another.

He barely noticed you joining him. You had noticed him fighting a gang in an alleyway, and, perceiving that he was far outnumbered, decided to jump in. I’m like his knight in shining armor, you thought with a smirk. The smile diminished as you realized that he wasn’t even paying attention to you.

This upset you a little. Weeks of not seeing you, and this is how he acts?

You were distracted. The man you were fighting pulled a knife out and slashed at your face. You dodged, but not quick enough to completely avoid the attack. You let out an anguished yelp. Luckily it wasn’t enough to knock you over; you bounced back and downed the assailant in a single blow to the head.

You were bleeding. You could feel the fabric of your mask growing wet and sticking to your face. You touched your cheek, wincing as your fingers brushed over the cut.

“Woah, that looks bad.”

“So now you notice me,” you chuckled, turning to face the red ninja.

“Sorry, I was… preoccupied. Here, sit down. I have some gauze in my first-aid pouch.”

You resisted, but the thought of having his hands gently touch your face was irresistible. You slumped down against the wall of the alleyway. He crouched down before you, examining the wound with those brown eyes you adored so much.

He moved his hands towards your face, but hesitated. “I… I’ll need to take off your mask.”

Your heart pounded. Was it time? Was now the moment you’d reveal your identity to him? As the questions swirled in your head, your hands seemed to move on their own. You pulled off your mask.

His eyes went wide. He was frozen there, crouched before you, hands halfway between you both, for a solid few seconds. Then, you heard him whisper, barely audible through his mask: “Y/n?”

You could feel the enchanted look in your eyes extinguish. Did he know you? Did you know him?

Before you could voice your questions, he ripped off his own mask.

“Kai?!”

“I’m… actually really glad you’re the f/c ninja. I don’t think our connection at school is exactly romantic.” Seeing your baffled expression, he elaborated rather bashfully. “Uh, you know that girl I was telling you about a while ago? That girl is Y/n. You.”

You chewed your lip. “You know how I kind of implied that I had a crush? Well, that crush is the red ninja.”

“Me,” Kai breathed, a smile spreading on his lips.

You always hated that smile, but this time there was something different about it. You cocked your head, bringing a hand up to hold his cheek. There was a certain quality to his face, a face you spent years of your academic life hating, that now seemed irresistible. You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in.

The kiss was tender and gentle, but short. Kai pulled away first. You were about to ask what happened when you noticed the splotch of blood on his cheek.

You laughed, wiping the blood off with your thumb. Kai placed his hand atop yours, kissing your knuckles before returning your hand to your side.

“Now let me patch you up, my flower.”

Thank you for this fun request, anon! And thank you for reading! <33

(divider by saradika)

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago x reader #kai smith #kai smith x reader #kai x reader #kai ninjago

[peeves-gurl]

Kiss Me, You Idiot

Fred Weasley × Fem! OC

Summary: Amie's feelings are revealed to Fred. Does he feel the same?

Warnings: fluff, angst, that's all!

"So what do you like about him?” Angelina asked, crossing her legs on the common room couch.

“I mean, he’s cute, isn’t he?” Amie said, smiling to herself at the thought.

“And?” Angelina prodded further.

“And he’s really sweet to me all the time.” She answered, facing away from her friend to hide the light blush that dusted her cheeks. “I love how he can create absolute chaos the minute he walks into a room. And you know, he’s really intelligent, going around inventing all of that new stuff and finding ways to get everyone interested in them.”

Amie failed to notice how Angelina’s eyes widened in shock, and how she tried to silently deter her from speaking any further. Instead, she carried on speaking about her not so subtle crush that her dorm mate had just asked her about.

“He’s got nice hair too. They look so soft, and they kind of remind me of the sunset back at home, near the beach. And last week, when we were in class, I found him looking at me instead of Professor Bins, and I realised his eyes are so beautiful.”

“Damn, woman! I never thought you had it so bad!” A familiar voice spoke up from behind Amie, and she turned around hurriedly to find a very smug George Weasley.

“George! How long have you been eavesdropping?” Amie asked, afraid of her feelings being disclosed.

“Just long enough to know you’re absolutely smitten by none other than my twin.” George smirked, sitting down next to Angelina and throwing an arm around her.

“Oh no, no, no! It wasn’t about Fred, love.” Angelina tried to cover up quickly, trying to save her friend from the embarrassment.

“Really? Then it must definitely be me, isn’t it? I mean, there’s only the two of us who can do everything you’ve been describing.” George joked. “Angie, sweetheart, I thought you were rather possessive about me. I never thought you’d let another girl talk about me like that, and that too right in front of you!”

“It wasn’t about either of you, George.” Amie tried to convince him.

“Then who, may I ask, is the object of your immense affection?” George teased.

“Just some character I read in my book, that’s all.” She said vaguely.

“What book?” He demanded, raising his eyebrows.

“The… The Great Hig..” She said, trying to come up with some book name, and failing miserably.

“Does this character of yours attend History of Magic classes with you, and sit next to you at the dining table at all meal times? And could he possibly be someone who looks a lot like me, just a bit less handsome? And maybe he’s called Fred Weasley?” George suggested, and Amie knew there was no way she could hide from this one.

“Please don’t tell him George!” she begged.

“Tell him what, Amie?” he teased, slowly getting up from his seat. “He already knows.”

“Georgie, c’mon! It’s not fair for us to get involved.” Angelina warned, trying to pull her boyfriend back towards herself.

“I’m not going to tell him anything, I promise!” George said, gently freeing himself from his girlfriend’s grip and taking a few steps away from the couch. “I just really, really need to run upstairs,” he said, walking backwards towards the stairs that led up to the boys’ dormitories, “and give a nice, loud, clear confirmation to my brother about how much you like him.”

And with those words, George bolted up the stairs and ran into his room. Amie could hear him shouting his brother’s name on top of his voice, and she knew immediately how fucked up it was going to be now. She was going to loose one of her closest friends, and it was all because she couldn’t control her feelings for him.

Tears began to well up in her eyes, and Angelina immediately shifted closer to her.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I’ll have a word with George about this. He really shouldn’t be messing with you like that.” She comforted.

“Well it’s no use now. Fred already knows about it. And he’s going to hate me for ruining our friendship.” Amie replied, getting up from the couch to walk away to her dorm and lie in her bed until her embarrassment faded into sleep.

Amie had to promise and extremely guilty Angelina the next morning that she wasn’t upset with her, and once they were dressed, they headed down to breakfast in the Great Hall. Fred was at his usual seat, the one next to him reserved for Amie as always. She mentally prepared herself to face him, and to apologise for making him uncomfortable, and began walking towards him, trying her best to hide her feelings that had now turned to guilt.

He looked up to her like he usually did, and Amie smiled politely. He reciprocated her gesture, but she saw the slightest bit of a change in his expression, especially in the way his eyes stayed on hers without blinking. It was hard for her to realise that her feelings would never be reciprocated, and now it was even harder to realise that Fred didn’t want to be around her. His expression clearly showed that he was nervous. And he was only nervous when he was uncomfortable.

Feeling her eyes water, she turned around and walked out of the hall. She took a few deep breaths to steady herself and rushed towards the corridor and walked alone to her first class for the day.

Through the day, she successfully avoided Fred at all costs. She didn’t sit with him in classes, instead requesting Angelina to sit with her. She didn’t pair up with him during potions, and found it easier to work with Cho Chang, who kept on giving her almost pitiful glances as if she knew exactly what was going on. But worst of all, she could feel Fred’s eyes boring into the back of her head across the room, and she knew she deserved every bit of his anger for ruining the amazing bond that they shared.

It had been over a week of avoiding Fred, and it was much harder than she had anticipated. Her eyes would instinctively flick over to his usual seat every now and then, and she had caught him looking back at her way to many times to count. But each time she found him walking towards her, she immediately sped off into the opposite direction. She already knew that their friendship was ruined beyond repair, but she didn’t want to hear it from his mouth. Perhaps if she didn’t hear him say it, she would find a better excuse in a couple of days and pretend that they had never been close.

Things didn’t quite go to plan when she was suddenly pulled aside one Friday afternoon, and all of a sudden she was engulfed by the darkness of a broom cupboard. Amie opened her mouth to scream, but a hand over her mouth stopped her.

“Hey, Hey, Amie! It’s me, Fred.” He whispered hurriedly, causing her to ease out as he pulled his hand away from her mouth.

“Why did you do that, Fred! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She said, lightly swatting his arm, almost forgetting that they weren’t on talking terms anymore.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Fred stated simply, bringing back everything that she had been trying to avoid along with him.

“I’m not!” she lied, as she could make out Fred raising his eyebrows in the dim lighting. ”I jus-“ she was interrupted again, as she realised someone was walking towards the cupboard and was only moments away from finding them inside.

Filch’s voice was echoing the halls, his heavy footsteps thumping against the floor, almost as loudly as his grumbling.

“Absolutely no regard for the rules, always messing my brooms up. Snogging in my cupboards again, these stupid lovesick teenagers.” He hissed to himself.

Through the gaps in the door, Amie could make out his shadow, right in front of the door. Her heartbeat hadn’t yet got back to normal from being pulled aside so violently, and she could feel herself get even more tensed as she knew they were on the verge of getting caught.

Fred suddenly stepped closer to her, pinning her against the side of the cupboard, and holding her against the wall as he towered over her. He pulled out a silvery blue cloak and pulled it over both of them just as Filch threw the cupboard open.

Filch’s bulging eyes moved across the cupboard, looking at everything inside carefully to find any trace of hidden students, and to Amie’s surprise, he didn’t seem to see them, even though they were right there.

“Right here, they were! I saw them bloody get inside. One of those Weasley boys.” He grumbled and began to shut the cupboard door, when his tabby cat, Mrs. Norris, jumped inside and began sniffing around.

For the first time ever, Amie saw Filch get irritated at his beloved cat, as he grabbed her by the scruff around her neck and threw her onto the floor near his own feet.

He banged the door shut, and Amie almost gasped at the way the cupboard shook, but Fred’s firm hand on her shoulder brought her attention back to him. Slowly, Fred peeled the cloak away and dropped it aside to bring his focus back on her.

He was so close to her now, cornering her inside the cupboard with his body. She could feel his breath just as much as she could feel her own, and the warmth radiating off him brought her comfort and made her nervous at the same time.

The butterflies that would erupt in her stomach whenever he was close had returned after a week, and even though her mind was screaming at her to get away and stop day dreaming, she wanted to stay there for just another moment and enjoy this familiar feeling.

Her crazy thoughts were interrupted when Fred spoke up again.

“How long do you think you’re going to avoid me, Amie?” he asked, clearly sounding upset.

“I’m sorry,” she said honestly this time. “I don’t know when I started liking you more than a friend. I never meant to tell you about it but then George found out. It’s just a stupid crush. I’m sure it won’t last if I don’t think about it.”

“Why wouldn’t you want to tell me about it?” he asked sincerely.

“I know you don’t feel the same way, Freddie. I’m not the kind of girl that you want, or the one you deserve. I just don’t want to stop being friends,” she explained. “You’re my best friend. I can’t loose you.”

“What about my feelings? Am I stupid too if I’m head over heels for you?” he asked, pushing a strand of hair away from her face.

Amie stared up at him dumbfounded. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and nothing but Fred’s smiling face made sense to her.

“It’s one of your pranks again, isn’t it?” she asked after a long pause.

“You know I’d never do that to you Amie,” he whispered. “I’ve been crazy for you since the day I met you. There hasn’t been a day that George didn’t tease me about it.”

Her arms slowly moved around his body until she was pressed up against him entirely, her head resting on his chest. His heartbeat was as wild as hers, and when he engulfed her in his arms, his scent filled her.

Hugging Fred was one of her favourite feelings in the world, and now, to know that he felt the same about her, it felt even better. She could stand there forever, but Fred pulled away too soon for her liking.

He looked down at her again, a huge smile plastered to his face.

“What now?” he asked, holding her cheeks between his palms.

“Kiss me, you idiot.” She said, and he leaned in immediately, connecting their lips.

It felt so good, and Amie knew it was exactly what she had been wanting for ages. It was soft and sweet, and filled with the longing that they both had for this moment to come to life. And the fact that it was her first kiss, and Fred’s first too, made her realise how special they were to each other.

When they moved away eventually, Fred’s forehead was against hers, eyes looking directly into hers. She could make out a deep blush on his cheeks and his beautiful smile, and her heart fluttered in her chest knowing that it was all because of her.

“Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Fred asked hopefully.

“Of course,” she smiled, immediately connecting their lips again.

#fred weasley #fred and george #fred weasley smut #harry potter #weasley twins #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fluff

[transfemarmin]

just a quick gwen ‘x’ gn! reader I wiped up!

warnings: slight angst if you squint

gwen ‘x’ gn! reader

fight back!

a harsh day was shoved upon gwen; as she was forced to travel through dimension, and dimension fighting villains she hardly knew anything- besides what jess told- about! what she didn’t need was your bickering her ears about her job..about how she played apart on the team..the anger boiled in her stomach as she swiftly turned around to you; who was still babbling away about how awful of a job she was doing.

“ …honestly gwen..I’m surprised Miguel even picked you to be on this team! the only thing I’ve seen you do is fuck up..and cause extra work for the rest of us! “ you spoke; a grimace on your face; gwen didn’t understand why you didn’t like her; but all she knew was she didn’t like you either. “ maybe if your canon event went the way it was supposed to go…we wouldn’t be on the same team!” gwen shot back; and that made you pause for a minute, and her as well; your canon event was supposed to have your mom or your little sister die.. but instead; both ended up dying because the spot had held you defenseless for a second too long. a look of horror flashed across her face as she realized the words she just spoke; and she couldn’t even open her mouth to utter an apology.

“…wow…jesus..you really know where to hit the spot.” you spoke with a soft wince; and placed a hand over your heart, any normal person would’ve been mad at the mention of their dead relatives.. but you could acknowledge your constant bickering with gwen was possibly causing some sort of mental damage on her; and that she responded based off impulse instead of using her logical side and ignoring you; like she had been for the last few months.

gwen’s horror turned into a look of caution as you spoke; a chuckle leaving your lips. she was expecting some sort of double down remark.. maybe one about her dad trying to arrest her.. accusing her of murdering her best friend.. but that never came instead you turned around on your heel and left her alone..for the first time since she joined the team: that rendered her speechless.. she didn’t know what to say..

and it had been like that for months; whenever gwen saw you; she’d avoid eye contact, and avoid interacting with you at all.. to ashamed of herself to even attempt to talk.. to even try to apologize for her wrongdoings.. so she just left you alone. it wasn’t until one day she was sitting.. in hq with miles and hobie when you approached her and asked if you could speak with her in private.

the two guys she was with shot her a look of caution mixed with confusion and she looked at them and then you; before getting up and following you to the private place you had wanted to speak with her in.. a deep exhale was released from your lips as you guys finally were alone.

“ …listen I just..wanted to apologize-“

“ no! don’t.. I shouldn’t have been.. so mean those last few months.” you cut her off, and let out a weak chuckle; “ that’s actually what I wanted to talk to about.. to kinda explain my behavior.. I know it’s not exactly an excuse but.. along the days of whatever we have going on.. I’ve gotten.. more into you.. if you catch what I’m saying…?” you spoke carefully; your face was flushed, and hot.. so hot in fact gwen felt as if she could feel herself becoming hot too.. “ oh? well..still I shouldn’t have..ya know.” she spoke; gesturing towards bringing up your family’s death. “ so..why do you have it out for me..again?” she spoke; wanting to get back on topic with you; and that caused you to let out a chuckle

“ well.. somewhere along the way.. i realized I had a crush on you..and.. I didn’t..ya know.. wanna say anything.. because in every other universe gwen stacy -“

“ -dies..” gwen finished the sentence for you; and you gave a nod; “ so I’ve been trying to be as mean as I could to push you away.. but I don’t think I can do that anymore.. gwen.. i-i…I love you.” you placed a hand on her wrist; your eyes showing the sincerity of your feelings towards her.

her heart dropped.

she liked you too.. she couldn’t deny that! but..she didn’t..she didn’t want to die. every single variant of herself died after being in a relationship with spiderman.. every single one she could remember!

“ …no..” she mumbled as she pulled her hand back; “ …it’s not that I don’t…like you.. we can’t-“ she started; she struggled to find the words as you stared at her in utter confusion; “ we can’t be together…especially after..everything between us.. and the different versions of..us.” gwen mumbled the last part; in order to make it seem like the reason she didn’t want to try was the bad blood between you two.

“..oh..” you looked at her; shock in your eyes. you weren’t sure she liked you back but you certainly weren’t expecting this!

“ but-“ you started.. before she turned around and started to walk away.. you felt your heart shatter as she did this.. as she turned her back to you.. in your eyes.. you deserved it, you did push her away in such a harsh way.. you were selfish enough to confess to her.. while knowing every other version of her DIED.. after returning the feelings of spiderman.. but gwen didn’t think this.. she just..didn’t want to die

she was a scared teenage girl.. who saw no other option in this flawed system she had somehow gotten herself into.. other than to push away every single version of spiderman that liked her.. whether it be miles or you..

she refuses to be just another version of gwen stacy.. and have her story blurred between the lines of the other versions of herself.. no.

she was gonna live.

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #Gwen x you #gwen x y/n #gwen stacy x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #angst #spiderwoman #spider gwen x reader #spider!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader

[lindzaylove]

E. M. | Many Moons Ago

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

word count: 2k

trigger warnings: mean!eddie briefly; swearing; angst;not proof read; bad formatting because I wrote it in my notes first

a/n: I wrote a part two!!! Read it here :)

If life had led you in any other direction, you knew you would have been in love by now. It was a crazy thought, one you had in just the right moments. When the wind blew against your skin on a hot summer’s day, when the rain hit for the first time in the summer and was crazy electric. When you saw Sixteen Candles for the first time and immediately knew a love like that could never be yours.

Not that you didn’t know love, how to get it, or even been in a relationship. You’d done all those things, but it felt so foreign now. It was like your childhood, most of which you remembered through photographs and other people’s stories. It was there, in the back of your mind. Somewhere.

“Earth to Y/N,” Dustin waved his hand in front of you, making you swat at him as you turned off Family Videos’ copy of Valley Girl.

“Steve is in the back,” you told him, leaning on the counter.

“I didn’t come here for him.”

“Shocker,” you rolled your eyes, standing back up. “What do you want?”

“Do you guys have any scary movies?”

“You’re like eight-“

“Thirteen.”

“-what are you doing wanting a scary movie?” You paused as you came around the counter, crossing your arms to stare at him.

“Is Robin in the back too? At least she’d give me decent service,” he looked toward the back of the store.

“Hey,” you patted him on the head, a little too roughly for his liking, as you passed by him to head to the horror section. “That attitude will get you no where you know.”

“Yeah yeah,” he huffed. “I need something super scary, it’s for-“

“Henderson, how long’s it take to grab a damn movie?”

The barrier in your mind shattered. The voice all too familiar to you all of a sudden, your breath catching in your throat. It felt like years suddenly changed to mere minutes. The pain you felt your sophomore year of high school (and all the way through to graduation) was suddenly a stone’s throw away and was getting closer. It’s name was Eddie Munson.

He was a senior your sophomore year and you thought he could probably walk on water. Your freshman year you knew of him, saw him passing in the halls. You knew him the same way you’d known Steve or Robin, barely putting a name to a face. Your life was all-consuming at the fresh age of 14, but sophomore year changed everything.

Eddie Munson was not quiet, not in the slightest. It didn’t click until you realized you shared a lunch period together. He sat at the head of his table, talked a lot of shit, and was quick to watch chaos ensue. The more you watched made you realize he was all bite and no bark, and there was no way he was as scary as everyone made him seem.

You beat him to lunch the next day, sat right next to his seat, and waited. He was the last of his friends to arrive, but you’d already been speaking to Jeff and Gareth when he finally sat down.

“Well what do we have here?” He teased, sliding into his seat. You met his eyes and watched as the dark brown melted into something lighter.

“Y/N,” you stuck your hand out to him. “Sophomore, loser, and in desperate need of friends.”

“Eddie,” he shook your hand, though he was smirking now. “But Hellfire isn’t a charity, we don’t just take in stray sheep.”

“You do now,” you shrugged, finally pulling your hand from his. No more words spoken to each other. Actually, it seemed like he was kind of annoyed with your presence. Just like you thought, he did nothing about it. He was just there and watched you.

He may not have spoken to you, but he was still at a table with his friends. He was passionate, loyal, flirtatious, charismatic. Eddie was your first crush.

He was also your first boyfriend. By the time winter break had come and gone, you two were friends. A weak term that didn’t even begin to include your unnecessary debates, obvious tension, and unresolved requited feelings. Even after becoming an official member of Hellfire, the two of you were always back and forth. He talked a lot of shit and you always called him out on it.

“You know, this movie isn’t even scary,” he said one night, referring to The Shining that was playing on his TV. You were on the couch next to him, closer than when you started because he kept moving closer.

“No shit,” you told him, turning to look at him. “It’s a little weird, but it’s no The Hills Have Eyes.”

“I love that movie!” He sat up straight, turning to look at you.

By now, you were hopeless. He was funny and kind, even if he was simultaneously an asshole. But he also had pretty brown eyes and a sweet smile, and even sweeter laugh. He was an excellent guitarist and passionate dungeon master. One day you had realized that his lips looked far too inviting. It was an understatement really, because Eddie Munson was absolutely beautiful.

“Sweetheart?” He poked your forehead, leaning forward as your eyes regained focus on his. “Where’d you get lost at in my story?”

“You were telling a story?” You confessed, watching him try and fail to hide a smirk.

“Were you gawking at me, L/N?” He teased, touching your cheek again. Your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch.

“Oh, you’ve totally got a crush on me,” he said, though he didn’t move his hand away. It cupped your cheek while he held your gaze.

“You’ve got a crush on me, too,” you told him. “Otherwise you would have already rambled about how much you don’t like me.”

“Aren’t you lucky?”

“Munson,” you placed a hand on his thigh. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

Your first kiss happened simultaneously as redrum was written.

Those moments weren’t what your brain remembered first. It remembered the rain on a March evening, parking outside Eddie’s. It remembered the fight you had, that started over whether or not he had a thing for a cheerleader named Chrissy. It escalated, just got worse and worse.

“Eddie, all you do is stare at her!” You argued, smacking your hands against the counter as you took a few breaths. The thunder sounded once more, a little closer than thirty minutes ago.

“As if you’re not staring at the basketball team,” he scoffed.

“How could I, when all I do is stare at you!” You turned around to look at him. “Dammit Eddie, you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And you do?” He laughed, a vicious and cruel laugh. “You’re barely sixteen, what do you know?”

“Why is me being sixteen such a big deal to you?” You shook your head. “You didn’t have a problem with our age difference when you kissed me. Or when we went to the movies. Or when you would hug me after Corroded Coffin got off stage at that shitty bar. You turned eighteen literally three weeks ago and we were fine. So what’s the deal, Munson?”

“You act like a child!” He exclaimed, all frustration leaving him as he yelled. “You’re some dumb, know-it-all kid that thinks it’s cool to be with the freak.”

“It’s cool because you’re cool, Eddie!” You took a step closer to him, which was actually quite a bit of space in his kitchen. He stepped back. “I’m not some kid. You m your girlfriend. I love you.”

“No.”

“What?” You asked, feeling your heart drop.

“I don’t….” He ran his hands over his face. “I can’t do this.”

“Do what?”

“Us!” He groaned. “I don’t love you. I loved the way you looked at me and how you wanted me. But I never, not once, loved you.”

“You don’t,” you took a step backward. “Eddie, I don’t understand.”

“It means I’m breaking up with you,” he crossed his arms, looking at the ground. Your eyes began to fill with tears.

“Eddie, baby, it’s just a fight. You don’t mean that,” you begged.

“I mean it. We’re through,” he walked back toward his room.

You grabbed your things, the thunder loud in your ears. Everything felt stilted, like you were trying to walk underwater. You were soaking wet when you got in your car. It poured out of you, the pain of Eddie Munson, the love of your life, breaking up with you. It killed you, ruined you. You were surprised you made it home between the storm and the tears.

You never sat at the Hellfire table, never played D&D, never went to another band practice nor gig ever again. You nearly failed your sophomore year. You were silently glad he failed and was a repeat senior your junior year.

All it ever amounted to was your staring. Your desperate looks at Eddie “the freak” Munson, someone you knew like the back of your hand, was all you had left of your whirlwind two month relationship. You really had loved him, and you were completely enamored with him. You didn’t date again, and you knew he didn’t either - not even the cheerleader he liked.

You thought that graduating would separate you two, though he was set to graduate the same year as you now. You and Eddie only had a month left before you made it across the stage. You wanted to be rid of him, afraid any interaction would silently kill you. Yet there he stood, ten paces away from you and Dustin.

“Y/N is what takes so long,” Dustin said, completely throwing you under the bus. You grabbed a movie off one of the displays and walked back to the counter, avoiding eye contact with either of them.

“Three dollars,” you mumbled, voice exceptionally monotone. You prayed Steve and Robin would return from the back any moment.

“Y/N L/N, didn’t take you for a Family Video girl,” Eddie said, leaning on the counter as Dustin fished around in his backpack.

“It’s a job,” you replied, eyes still trained on Dustin’s inability to produce three ducking dollars.

“Didn’t you use to work at that record shop?” Eddie continued, tilting his head.

“Sophomore year,” you looked at him then, raising an eyebrow. “Had to quit, some asshole kept coming in.”

“Oh yeah?” Eddie had the audacity to smile at you. As much as you wanted him to disappear, you couldn’t help but revel in the fact that two years had gone by and he remembered you - remembered the job you’d had whilst together. “What made him an asshole?”

“Are you fucking-“

“Got it!” Dustin cut you off as you damn near stabbed Eddie with a pen. He slammed the two dollars and four quarters on the counter with a grin.

“Get out,” you slid the tape to him, putting the money away.

“Finish your thought,” Eddie stood up, tapping his fingers on the counter. Dustin grabbed the movie and slid it into his bag as he watched you and Eddie.

“Okay,” you narrowed your eyes. “Are you fucking serious? You’re the asshole. You broke up with me.” Dustin’s audible gasp made you and Eddie both look at him.

“You… you two dated?”

“You broke up with me,” Eddie argued, frowning. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You literally can’t be serious. You called me childish, then told me you adored the attention I gave you, but that overall you never even loved me.”

“I didn’t-“ Eddie paused, looking absolutely lost.

“Forget it Munson, it was forever ago,” you came around the counter. “Just get the hell out of the store.”

It was many moons ago, but just like the tide it brought back the hurt. What the were you supposed to do about the fresh wound he created? How were you supposed to sleep when he said he remembered your job, but not how he’d broken your heart? He may be all bark, but god did this lack of love hurt just as bad as a bite.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie the freak munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #many moons ago

[cyb3rscoups]

Patience and Desire (2)

A/N: Explicit Content Ahead, Minor DNI. Part one of the series

Patience and Desire on Ao3

“Attuma is on his way again.” Okoye’s brows furrowed at her assistant, Shuri.

“I didn’t call him. Is he just coming to see me?” She smirked.

“He said it was urgent. It needs your attention as soon as possible.” Shuri followed Okoye into her office and handed her a stack of papers. “These are the resumes of a couple employee candidates he sent your way.”

“Oh Attuma. Always working. Thank you Shuri.”

The woman took her leave as Okoye looked over the resumes to pass time until he arrived. It only took a couple of minutes before Shuri was showing him in.

He thanked her but didn’t stray far from the door. “Well I don’t bite handsome. Come sit.”

“I called you last night. Just before midnight.” Attuma sat in the chair in front of her desk and as always, Okoye got up and sat perched in front of him on the wood.

“Hm. I was out like a light. What about?” She smiled at him as his eyes wandered her body briefly and cleared his throat.

“It was nothing. Did you get the resumes?”

“I did.” She lifted her hip to free the papers under it. “Not sure they’ll be a good fit here.”

“Did you really look at them?” Attuma rolled his eyes at her neglect.

“Well I just got here mere minutes before you did. Cut me some slack and tell me where you get your suits tailored.”

Okoye admired the grey piece he had on, fitting and adorning his body in just a way that made him look delicious. She lifted her self off of the desk and leaned over him, feigning an inspection of his jacket.

“Okoye-“

“Come on Attuma. Entertain me for a bit. You’ve gotten so stoic since college.”

Her hands ran down his arms, giving them an experimental squeeze. Yup, he could crush her with those things.

“College and what we are experiencing now are very fucking different.” Okoye just shrugged as she tugged at his suit jacket.

“Take this off. Let me see.” Attuma grabbed her wrist and forced her backward making sure to meet her eyes where ever they trailed off.

“Enough with the games Okoye. You don’t seem to care about shit but getting your hands on me.”

“Those are some harsh words coming from someone who’s been putting up a front since you’ve known me. Attuma, why did you call me last night?”

The man let her wrist go, regret flashed across his eyes as he adjusted his clothes from her tugging.

“This was a mistake.” He mumbled, getting up and walking towards the door. “Get back to me when you decide to take this seriously.”

Okoye beat him there, trapping herself between him and the way out.

“How am I supposed to take anything seriously when you won’t act on what you feel? Huh?”

“Don’t do this right now. I have work to do.”

“Quit trying to walk away from me Attuma.”

“Okoye-“ It was a tone warning she wouldn’t heed to.

“Tell me why you called, you big coward!” She all but shouted and pushed him backwards. “You’re a fucking coward! I’m trying to make you come to terms with what you’ve wanted for so long and you won’t even acknowledge it. You can’t keep hurting yourself like this cause it hurts me too.”

Okoye found herself hot with anger. The whole situation made her angry. Her company falling in a pit with no way out and all she wanted in the end was for Attuma to man up. It was frustrating really to be the only one not afraid to speak up sometimes.

Attuma ran his hands over his face as he turned away from her. “I called…to ask you over. I was hoping that I would be more willing to tell you that I love you if you were in my face but you’re right. I’m a coward.”

“Turn around. Face me and say it.”

He sighed, turning to her again before uttering the words. “I love you and I’m a coward.”

Okoye held back her smile, stepping forward until there wasn’t an ounce of space left. She brought her hands up to cradle his face. “I love you too. Now kiss me.”

He only had to lean down an inch as she was eager to jump up in his arms to meet him the rest of the way. Her legs wrapped his waist as his hands slid their way up her skirt, rubbing the soft skin of her thighs.

Okoye didn’t kiss him for long, opting to fit her nose against his neck and breathe in his being instead. Attuma couldn’t help but chuckle at her antics as he set her atop her desk and slotted himself between her thighs.

He got rid of his jacket as she threaded her fingers in his hair and ran them down all the way to the ends. God, she always wanted to do that.

“Attuma. You know what this means right?” She pulled back with a cheesy smile, running her hands down his body to get rid of his belt. “You’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours as long as I’ve laid eyes on you.” He hiked her skirt up til it bunched around her waist and pulled her panties out of his way so he could press his thumb to her clit.

The sudden movement made Okoye jolt as he drew slow circles on the bud. “Attuma..” She whined into his shoulder as her attempts to get his pants off halted. “Shit its been so long.” She mumbled more to herself.

“It’s alright. Relax.” He soothed, pressing a kiss to her forehead as his finger got quicker and more precise.

“Fuck- just like that. I’m so close.” Okoye’s eyes squeezed shut as the knot in her stomach snapped. She clawed at his shirt as she muffled herself in his neck.

As her high faded, Okoye could almost feel him ready to run away again. Her grip on his body didn’t falter even as he adjusted around her.

“Hey.” He rubbed her leg. “You okay?”

Okoye nodded. “Reality hit me kind of hard just then.” She laughed and he smiled. “I’m okay though.”

“Good. Stay with me.” He pulled his erection free and lined him self up.

The sudden stretch almost made her cry out as he pushed into her. Attuma on the other hand was greatly struggling to keep a premature orgasm at bay. She was so wet and warm it almost sent him tumbling over a cliff.

He was in to the hilt and didn’t move an inch as they both caught their breath. Once Okoye was ready, she pushed her hips back and forth a good once before his hand was on her neck with a force that could’ve broken it. Of course she didn’t mind.

“Be patient. I want to get used to this.” Attuma huffed, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he thrusted up into her.

He planted his other arm firmly on the desk as he started to drill into her with no mercy. Sounds got caught in her throat as her hands wrapped around his wrist.

“Fuck..so damn good for what.” He growled, his torso snapping into hers with persistence.

“Attuma!” She forced out as the pressure of his hand let up slightly. He only responded with a long groan as he moved his hands to adjust her legs, folding them up to rest on his shoulders while Okoye laid back onto her desk.

His hips faltered as he became increasingly aware of how loud they were being. The skin clapping against each other, the desk creaking and his own noises as his resolve crumbled thanks to the beauty under him.

“Where’d you go hm?” Okoye moaned, bringing her hand up to his cheek and rubbing it until he locked back in with her.

“Everyone probably knows what we’re doing now.” He smirked, picking his pace back up as he held her legs in place. Okoye let a yelp slip before her hand clasped over her mouth with wide eyes.

“No. Go ahead. Let them hear you.”

“That’s embarra- Ah fuck! Attuma.” The man pressed a hand to her stomach as she shuddered under him.

“Mhmm Thats it.” He loomed over her, peppering kisses on her face and neck, not once covering her lips in attempt to hear everything she gave him.

It didn’t take long for her to clench around him in another climax, triggering his own as they moaned against each other.

Okoye wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat up with a huff.

“Mmm I wanna go again.” She sighed.

“Right now?”

“Until the paint starts melting off the walls.”

When Attuma stood up straight, he carried her with him. “Sit down.” She motioned for the chair behind them, and he sat.

Okoye fixed her legs into a straddle as he entered her again with a deep groan. “I won’t last long this time.”

“That’s the point.” She started to bounce herself on top of him, the new position allowing her to take control of the pace.

Already, he couldn’t handle it, gripping her hips as he moaned softly. “Okoye..shit I’m gonna cum.”

“Just a little more. I’ll meet you there okay?”

“Please!” His voice broke and Okoye could feel the rush of warmth it sent straight to her core. With every bounce, Attuma swore he could break under her. “I can’t hold it. Fucking hell!” It was like he shattered into pieces, his once dominant mentality gone with the ropes of white that painted her walls.

She was still going, determined to get herself another high even if it meant that he was nothing but atoms under her.

“Oh my- Ah!” It hit her like a blaring freight train, making her limp against him.

“Fuck. Everyone knows. They have to.”

“We are so damn loud.”

“It’s gonna be hell walking out of here.” Attuma grimaced at the thought as she removed herself from him.

“Aw. And I made a mess.” She laughed at the stains now seeping into his pants and the hem of his shirt.

“Oh my god..”

#attuma x okoye #attuma #attuma smut #alex livinalli #black panther #wakanda forever #danai gurira #attoye #attoye fanfic #modern au #business partner attoye #the author is not ashamed #smut #this is disgusting

[therunawaykind]

Got Drunk On You and Now I’m Wasted - The Persuasion Part 2

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 9.4k

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI Smut, Consuming of Alcohol, jealousy, possessiveness, teasing, Curse Words, fingering (Wanda receiving) , top!reader, bottom!Wanda, praises, cheating

A/N: Here is the long awaited 2nd part of my series called 'The Persuasion' I would've had this up sooner but life got in the way. But speaking about life you may have seen in a separate post I did earlier on today that tomorrow I'll be going away for like 3-4 weeks with quite unreliable internet. So sadly you will not be getting long posts like this from me for awhile! But I might pop up here and there to do some ask games or something with y'all! But nevertheless I hope you all enjoy part 2!

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Wanda was standing with Vision outside of The Bitter End she could only hope that Vision couldn’t tell how tense and nervous she was about entering this bar with him by her side. She would have to try her utmost not to have less than innocent thoughts about her old college crush/best friend. Christ how is she going to get through this night. The start of the night was calm she didn’t see any sign of you or your band wandering around the bar getting drinks so it was just her and Vision conversing as normal.

She was trying her best to pace herself and drink the beers she was getting slowly but all of a sudden she heard a slight gasp from Vision as he started to tap her abdomen with the back of his hand. Wanda clenched her eyes shut as she took a deep breath and turned around. She let her eyes rake over your body as fast as physically possible so Vision wouldn’t notice anything. She smirked behind her beer bottle as she noticed your style hadn’t changed much since college, however, something tonight about you wearing ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was ever so slightly too tight for you to be wearing made her feel a bit fuzzy inside but not like she was complaining. 

You cleared your throat as you approached the mic wrapping your hand around it as your eyes scanned the room for Wanda. They stopped as you noticed her and recognised a familiar blonde man standing beside her both staring up at the band. You turned your head back around to the band as you said loud enough for just them to hear you “We’re playing Medicine tonight instead and we’re playing it last.” They all nodded as they took note of it mentally as you turned around to face the crowd again you didn’t notice Adrian and Dylan smirk at each other. You clicked your tongue as you faced the crowd again lifting your hand and giving them all a little wave as you said “Hello everyone, most of you here probably know who we are already. But for those of you who don’t, I am Y/N Y/L/N singer and guitarist, on lead guitar we have Dylan, Adrian is on Bass and backing vocals and lastly, on drums we have Natasha, Altogether we are Fallen Flame. I hope you all enjoy your night whilst we perform for you and all the other performers after us.” You smirked as you heard all the cheers in return as you placed the guitar strap around your neck. 

So far as Wanda could tell the night was going well, she wasn’t having so many thoughts about you that shouldn’t have been crossing her mind at all. Was it because she was so aware of Vision by her side….yes more than likely that was why. Wanda could guess it was nearing the end of your set with just how sweaty you were, your shirt was sticking to you even more than it already was…if that was even possible with how tight it already was on you. The sight of the beads of sweat rolling down your neck was quite literally ruining her. She took a deep breath to get herself under control but as she attempted to do that you approached the mic after drinking some water as you stated “I know some of you are going to be very sad about this announcement but the next song we’re playing is gonna be our last song of the night then we’re done.” You were met with a bunch of boos and groans “I know, I know I’m so sorry!” 

At the thought of Wanda getting through the night without any mishaps, she heard the faint beat from the drums, bass and guitars. She immediately knew what song it was and cursed under her breath. You and her both knew just how much this song affected her and how if she had the chance whenever you played it she’d do whatever possible to you right there and then. Albeit nothing ever happened because it couldn’t mostly because it was always played in public around others. But she knew you saw the expression on her face change and the look in her eye was always slightly different when it came to this song. 

This song would be her downfall. And every not-so-innocent thought she kept away would all come crumbling down within a matter of seconds, with the attitude you portrayed on stage. Honestly, who could blame her.

You intended to keep eye contact with Wanda throughout the song. Although that didn’t last long as you noticed out of your peripheral vision the second your eyes lingered on her too long Vision put his arm around her waist and held onto it tightly. It was pretty hard for you to not notice the tall blonde man standing beside Wanda as she leaned into his embrace whether it was just so he doesn’t get suspicious or she actually likes his touch you couldn’t tell but you couldn’t look that way for much longer. The second you dragged your eyes away from her he placed kisses on the top of her head. So what if you decided to play the song because she was there and just because she didn’t speak about it openly didn’t mean you didn’t know how that song affected her and made her feel. 

So your eyes scanned the crowd albeit reluctantly seeing if there was any other person or group of people you could focus on. That’s when you spotted your ex Jessica it ended on good terms so you both stayed friends and kept in contact with each other. It wouldn’t exactly be how you planned your night to go….but it was known between the both of you that neither of you were seeing people. You looked back at the band briefly as you did a subtle gesture with your hand for them to keep playing as you motioned for Jessica to approach you so you could talk to her, She eyed you suspiciously as she approached. As you got down to whisper in her ear you could feel someone’s gaze watching your every move and you couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across your face. You sat back on your knees as you eyed Jessica to gauge her reaction you saw her eyes glance at Wanda and Vision considering you talked to her about Wanda before since she was your best friend. Although she sighed she reluctantly nodded and agreed. 

You decided to kneel on the stage as you gestured back to the rest of the band to stop stalling. As you bring the mic up to your mouth you move your tongue against your bottom lip as you bite it slightly. You make sure to keep all of your focus on Jessica as you start singing the lyrics to the song again. Adrian and Dylan couldn’t help but share confused glances at each other as they saw your focus on Jessica when Wanda was literally in the same room and Wanda being the whole reason you all were performing this song in the first place. You attempted to lessen the smirk spreading across your face as you started to perform again, the only person you focused on was Jessica as you albeit reluctantly ran your free hand down your chest making sure to tug up your shirt slightly exposing just a slight bit of your abdomen. The only way you could describe the way you were acting and looking at Jessica right now is that you were eye fucking her….albeit reluctantly but if it got you the reaction you wanted from a certain someone you’d go through with it. 

Wanda shook her head slightly and clenched her jaw as she took in everything you were doing on that stage. One thing she was certain of was once you got off that stage she was going to kill you. Why that was her initial thought she didn’t know….she couldn’t be jealous because she had her partner right beside her. But the sight of you eye fucking that girl, performing at your best, being in your element as well as looking that good being all sweaty….the only thing thought that ran through her head was…it literally should not be allowed. 

As soon as you all finished playing you and the band started to disconnect everything so the other performers could get set up. Vision intended to leave straight after your band had performed but after seeing how you and Wanda were looking and acting with each other from a distance he knew, he couldn’t leave Wanda here alone with you under the influence of alcohol. Where who knows what could happen between you both. So he took it upon himself to try and convince Wanda to leave with him now and use the excuse he had work early tomorrow morning and that he couldn’t stick around.

He was about to speak to Wanda he noticed her taking a step forward but before she could get any further Vision tapped her on the small of her back. She spun around to face Vision as she hummed and raised her eyebrows for him to continue. Vision leans down beside Wanda’s ear to talk since it seemed just to get more crowded and a lot louder “Baby, I was gonna ask if you wanted to head home since I have work in the morning so I was gonna say we leave now.” Wanda paused and thought about it briefly as she weighed out both of her options in her head. She could either stay out and talk to all of her old college friends and connect again or she could go home with Vision either be asleep in bed or more likely downstairs in the living room drinking wine alone. Wanda drags her eyes up to look at Vision “Is it okay if we stay out for a while longer?” 

Vision grimaces slightly and he takes a quick breath in “I mean Wanda I have work early in the morning and-” Wanda very quickly cuts him off “and that’s completely fine Vision if you wanna go home and sleep early for work do. But I am finally reuniting and being able to see and talk to college friends I haven’t seen in years and I don’t wanna pass this opportunity up. So you can leave if you wish but I hope you’d stay because you did hang around with them too.” Wanda pouts slightly looking up at Vision. Wanda watches his face closely to gauge his reaction as he clenches his jaw ever so slightly and nods albeit reluctantly unknowingly to Wanda of course. Wanda grins up at him as she jumps up and down whilst placing a kiss on his cheek “gah! You’re the best!” Wanda smiles softly as he places another kiss on her face. 

What they didn’t know was you had witnessed the whole conversation going on, albeit you couldn’t hear anything that was going on. As you were placing the guitars and bass into their cases and closing the latches. You and Wanda made eye contact with each other as she spun around and let out a breath through pursed lips. You tilted your head back and quickly waved Wanda and Vision to come over to you and the rest of the band. 

As Wanda approached you and your band she started to nervously wring out her hands weirdly nervous to talk to you all even if she just talked to you all yesterday albeit somewhat briefly. You noticed how hesitant Wanda seemed even with the alcohol that was probably in her system to try and get her to loosen up slightly you bumped your hip against hers and slowly started to roll your shoulders forward and take a hold of her hands softly to get her to start dancing with you to relax a bit more. Which sadly didn’t work as well as you thought it would as you saw Vision place an arm around her shoulder and pull her in closer to him just as she started to dance. You cleared your throat briefly as you clenched your jaw and stuck your tongue into your cheek to try and relax.

You’ve never seen her quite so tense…, especially beside her partner whom she is ultimately meant to be completely relaxed and at ease around. But you shake your head slightly at that thought that wasn’t something for you to worry about. You notice she only starts to relax a bit more when she notices Natasha which very quickly turns into excitement, she quickly runs over and throws her arms around her neck and they both start jumping around the bar never breaking the hug. You smile to yourself seeing the both of them together again you didn’t know for sure just how often they stayed in contact after college and everything. You also knew that just because there wasn’t much contact between you and Wanda didn’t mean everyone else stopped talking to her as well.

They weren’t the ones that had problems or found Wanda’s partner annoying. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched the two best friends reconnect briefly

Before you, Adrian and Dylan started to move everything outside for others to be loaded onto the truck. You approached Natasha, Wanda and Vision slowly as you tapped the lower part of Nat’s back softly to get her attention. “Hey, I just said I’d let you both know me and the guys are gonna start moving the stuff backstage for the crew to move onto the truck. All of you can stay here, talk, catch up and do whatever else you three do.” Natasha and Wanda shook their heads immediately as Natasha stated, “don’t be foolish I’m a part of the band Y/N I have to help you all out somewhat with this.” 

“Natasha you literally have been playing the drums and using your arms all night relax take it easy!”

Before you could walk back to where the instruments were you heard Wanda scoff as she pushed up the sleeves of her leather jacket “fine if Natasha can’t help I will, more hands means it’ll get done quicker.” You swallow dryly just as you were about to nod Vision cuts in as he places his arm around Wanda and pulls her back to him “Wands leave them off I’m sure they can handle it, they do this on the regular don’t you Y/N/N?” You can’t help the grimace that spreads across your face at the nickname the band and Wanda calls you.

Nat places her hand on your back to zone you back in as you look back up at Vision and nod confidently “Yeah…Yeah, you’re right Vis. We do this on the regular we can handle it.” You can’t help but roll your eyes and scoff slightly as you approach Adrian and Dylan, you pause briefly as you face the trio again as you yell across the space “Hey! Hey Vis! I would’ve expected you to know we’d be able to handle doing this since the three of us have all this muscle.” The three of you try not to burst out laughing as you all bend down slightly and flex your arms in different shapes. 

Before the three of you get any worse you all hear Nat exclaim “get outta here you three and get all our stuff ready to be packed away. The three of you stand up straight as you all raise your hands to your forehead and salute back at her. Whilst you all giggle slightly shoving and pushing each other as you walk off. 

Wanda stood there….frankly in shock. Her reaction changing frequently either her mouth being agape ever so slightly or just clenched beyond belief. Nat’s reactions weren’t much better she was either glaring at Vision for what he was doing and acting or looking at Wanda with the softest eyes and smile ever knowing Wanda just wanted to help out and be around one of her best friends again. Natasha clears her throat slightly once she realises you won’t be appearing anytime soon “Soo Wanda how has the job been going for you?” 

Natasha couldn’t help but grin seeing Wanda get so excited about that question however just as Wanda was about to answer…Natasha squinted as she realised Vision started to answer for her. “It’s all going great for her she has been focusing more on the smaller events to do with this career. But the concert for Fallen Flame she photographed probably has been one of the bigger if not biggest events she’s done so far. But I have a feeling she prefers the smaller events so like weddings, business events and so on. I imagine she’ll stick with those.” Natasha clicks her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she nods “right…right okay that’s good to know Vision thanks... I would’ve loved to hear Wanda talk about her own career and what she wanted to do but thanks Vision.” 

Natasha couldn’t notice Wanda shrink into herself more as Vision answered for her as she tried as subtly as possible to manoeuvre out of the grip he had on her. Natasha couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face behind her bottle of beer as she heard the nervous chuckle escape Vision’s mouth. “Hey hey Nat it’s fine we all know each other here.” 

She couldn’t help but sigh “Vision first of all it’s Nat. Second of all why don’t you go get us some drinks?” Vision let out an incredulous laugh “nonono we’ll just wait for the rest to get back and we’ll get drinks then how about that?” Wanda couldn’t feel and be more confused at this moment in time “Vision what-” however before she could finish her sentence you and the boys appeared next to them. 

You jumped slightly to get next to Natasha and Wanda as you threw your arm around Nat’s shoulder. “Yo yo yo what’s going on people, what’d I miss out on?” Both you and Natasha couldn’t help but notice Vision’s arm stretching across to be around Wanda since you were back but before he could place it around her Wanda shoved him off slightly. Natasha smirked to herself as she nodded slowly. Vision cleared his throat as he stared at you “we were just saying how great it would be for you our dear friend Y/N/N to get us all some drinks.” You scoffed and started laughing slightly thinking it was a joke until Wanda and Natasha gasped slightly which led to Wanda hitting Vision in the stomach as she spoke between gritted teeth to him “Vision I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight but stop it. And get us some drinks.” 

Vision clears her throat and nods his head “round of drinks coming right up.” You watched Vision walk-off seeing him mutter something to himself as he ran his hands down his face. You groan slightly as you feel Nat elbow you in the side and nod her head slightly over to Wanda as you see her run her hands through her hair and take a deep breath in. You let your eyes scan the bar as you look for a booth for you all to sit in as you finally spot a place you point at it briefly to Nat and the rest. You grin to yourself as you take Wanda in after all these years, you yell over to her slightly “Hey Maximoff come with us, me and you have some catching up to do after all these years.” You hold your arm out for her to place it over her shoulder as you all start walking over to the boot together. 

Wanda mutters slightly “What about Vision?” 

You give her a tight-lipped smile “I’m sure he’ll find us it’s okay.”  When Wanda hears that response she nods albeit a hesitant and slow nod but nonetheless, it was a nod. Wanda lets you sit into the booth first as she slips in beside you. Natasha smiles seeing the two of you together again talking to Wanda sitting underneath your arm, however, her smile fades quickly as she notices Vision approaching out of the corner of her eye so she sits down beside Wanda forcing Vision to sit with Adrian and Dylan. Nat bit back her smile as she heard the two of them groan at the realisation. 

Both of you talking non-stop all night practically just to each other as if nobody else was in the booth with you. However, the next comment Wanda made truly took you by surprise considering you didn’t expect her to make any comment like this especially with her being here with her partner sitting across from you both. “Y/N/N I just want you to know how happy and proud I am of you. I know we lost touch for a bit but…this isn’t me trying to make you feel bad or anything but I did keep track of the band and all of you guys no matter what. And last night seeing you all perform at a sold-out concert..hell even tonight it is quite surreal to be seeing in the flesh. You’ve all made it…in a sense I guess.”

Wanda takes a breath and clears her throat before she makes her next statement. She hesitates slightly but moves over closer and places her mouth by your ear. “And If I do say so much you look very good up performing on stage. That whole persona, stage presence, just that sweaty sexual tension thing you have going on….it….it works, it works very well Y/N. You just look so fucking good.”

You chuckle slightly as you scratch the back of your neck “Thank you it means a lot coming from you. You know more than anyone how much hard work and time got put into this actually becoming a thing and I love nothing more than us achieving it. It feels amazing whenever I do get to perform in front of people…heck just even performing with those guys is just….fun. Even if we didn’t “make it” per se and it was just us writing and performing for ourselves I’d still love it, I wouldn’t care. But um no I- I don’t think you mentioned how good I look up there. D’you mind mentioning it again?” You bite your lip slightly as you look at Wanda after making that last comment. Wanda rolls her eyes as she slaps your stomach with the back of her hand “you’re a jerk.” Wanda tried her best to hide the reaction as she slapped your abdomen and felt nothing but muscle, she bit her tongue and clenched her eyes shut as she cursed herself internally. You cleared your throat as you stared at your bandmates sitting around you both “but um genuinely thank you for coming, you didn’t have to considering we haven’t talked for…..well quite some time.” 

Wanda shook her head slightly “it’s okay as I said before I still listen to your music as often as I can and hey! Who said it was you I came for? I could’ve been here to support Natasha, Adrian or Dylan!” 

You grimaced ever so slightly as you stared at her mouth agape as you tilted your head side to side “that’s fair…yeah sorry-” you cough into your elbow “well they are lucky to have you supporting them then.” 

Wanda looks up at you as she twirls her rings “Can I ask something though….why….why did we stop talking because from my recollection we were doing fine, there was no bad blood between us literally nothing happened.” Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as you shake your head as your eyes dart around the booth trying not to stop on Vision “It was…is a stupid reason I wouldn’t worry about it too much Wands.” She nods slowly as she keeps looking at your face trying to get a read on you.

Going unnoticed by you, Wanda and frankly everybody else at the booth much to Vision’s dismay he couldn’t handle sitting and watching stolen glances and touches between the two of you anymore. So rather abruptly and scaring everybody else at the booth Vision hits his fists at the table as she stands up. You can’t help but scoff and stare at him incredulously as the words leave his mouth “Come on Wands we’re leaving and going home.” As everyone else’s eyes dart around the booth yous stay glued to Wanda as she stares back at vision with her mouth agape. Wanda sighs slightly as she wets her lips “Come on Vis we’re all having a nice night here can’t we just stay?” 

Vision scoffs and nods “I can see very well how good of a night you’re having being reunited with your little fuck buddy back in your life.” For both you and Wanda it’s like time stopped however you’re very quickly brought back to reality by the sound of Adrian choking on his drink. Somehow you all know the truth by now but for Wanda’s sake…and the sake of her relationship you decide to get her out of this situation “Listen here Vis buddy, I’m not her fuck buddy I never was. Frankly, I’m flattered you think I could pull someone as beautiful as Wanda.” 

Just as Vision was about to retort Wanda leaned forward and stood up “Vis…can…can we not do this…here? Out in public around everyone and especially in front of our friends….please?” His posture relaxes slightly both you and Nat glance at each other and squeeze Wanda’s hands as she exits the booth shooting you all a tight-lipped smile as they both leave to talk somewhere privately you assume. You sit back in the booth with a huff as Natasha slides in closer to you as she nudges you “what was all that about? You both were never fuck buddies?” You shrug lazily as your eyes roam the room “I dunno just tried to save her relationship a little I guess. If she is really happy with him ya know?” Nat smiles sadly at you as she pats your shoulder “you’re a great friend Y/N/N” You aim a tight-lipped smile her away as you tip the bottle of beer into your mouth as you mumble “just the fucking greatest friend aren’t I.” 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Wanda and Vision had left to go talk. All you knew was you and the band were randomly tapping out rhythms with your fingers on top of the table as you all listened to the other performers and just talked. The next thing you knew was Nat repeatedly slapping your thigh underneath the table as you all heard the bell above the door ring again indicating someone new has entered. You begrudgingly looked up to the entrance to see Wanda approaching you all again walking rather relaxed with her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. “Is it okay and cool with all of you guys if I stick with all of you for the rest of the night?” instantly she gets met with a jumbled mess of multiple “yes, of course, it’s okay.” 

Natasha laughs lightly as she states “Maximoff get your butt over here and sit beside your bestie Y/N/N.” You and Wanda both look at each other hesitantly so you try your best to get rid of the awkwardness by opening your arms out wide “get on over here Maximoff we’ll make your night better.” Natasha leans against her fist as she turns towards Wanda to look at her as she states “so Maximoff what happened that you’re back in here and Vision isn’t?” 

Wanda scoffs and rolls her eyes “I honestly don’t even know. Like..he knew back in college there was…someone I hooked up with regularly before we were together he just didn’t know it was Y/N/N. So I dunno how he got to that conclusion tonight that it was them even though you did try to diffuse that problem when it arose so thank you Y/N/N” She places her hand on your thigh and squeezes it gently “So he was upset and angry about that. He also didn’t like that I was avoiding pretty much all of his affection tonight by shoving him off. But I just…. There was something about it tonight that didn’t feel right….it didn’t feel like it normally does. So I got shit for that. There was just a whole lot of yelling back and forth and threats of us breaking up coming from the both of us but….mostly me. But before we could clear that up he stormed off….so I am sitting here right now in a situation not knowing if I am in a relationship or not.” 

Natasha and the boys couldn’t help the displeasing sounds that left their mouths at that revelation “D’you want…screw that do you need a drink Wands?” Wanda chuckles lightly as she shakes her head “no I think I’m good that argument has sobered me right up.” You all look at Wanda with soft sad smiles but Nat also leans over and places a kiss on the top of her head “please know that we are all here for you. Even if some of us haven’t talked to you longer than others.” You raise your hands in surrender which gets a laugh from everyone. 

It was much later in the night now the five of you were stuck around listening to the other performers there were a few of Nat’s friends that popped up here and there to sit with all of you such as Clint his partner Laura, Maria Hill and Bucky. Once Bucky and Maria arrived Nat left with them and slowly after that whether it be calculated by Adrian and Dylan…hell possibly even the three of them. It was just you and Wanda left in the booth watching the nightlife go through a loop of winding down and starting back up again. As you glanced at the clock on the wall you grimaced slightly as you clicked your tongue and breathed out slowly thinking about how to approach this. But you didn’t see any way around this besides saying it straight out “hey Wanda do you want me to drive you home?” 

Wanda couldn’t help but look shocked at you after saying that she waved her hands in the air frantically “Okay so two things. 1 Y/N/N you’ve been drinking all night you can’t drive me home and 2. I don’t exactly want to go home tonight so can we just stay here for a while or can I stay with you, Natasha, Adrian, Dylan literally would stay anywhere else tonight just not home to Vision.” 

Who were you to deny Wanda when she was looking at you all sad and vulnerable. You nod your head confidently “okay we can stay here for a lil while. Oh and also for your information Miss Maximoff, I have been drinking nothing but non-alcoholic beers all night. So I am very capable of driving you home.” Wanda smirked to herself and made sure to shove you with her shoulder “alright smarty pants. Since you’re a genius what are we doing for the rest of the night?” You quickly glanced at the stage to see a heavy metal band start to get up on the stage as you attempted to hide your grimace “Well we can either stay out here very late listening to heavy metal or I have a dressing room backstage we can hide away in until we head back to mine if you like.” Wanda smiled to herself as she nodded at you “yeah I’d like that Y/N/N” 

You both laugh as you see each other grinning as you slide out of the booth you place your hand on her back as you walk with her backstage. 

As you both reach your dressing room you push open the room door as Wanda walks in first, you hear the door click shut as you walk over to sit on the sofa as Wanda’s eyes scan the room. You watch Wanda looking around the room seeing polaroids of you and the band scattered around the room as well as some old instruments, drumsticks and guitar picks she arches her eyebrow as she hears you laugh, and you wave your hand back and forth in the air “sorry, sorry you just look like a kid in a candy store looking around at everything.” She hums absentmindedly as her eyes scan the room again “see anything you like Wands? Anything to your liking? Anything you wanna take for yourself?” 

As you’re making all these stupid comments you don’t notice Wanda making her way slowly over to you on the sofa. She couldn’t lie her eyes were scanning the room to see if there was any proof of you being with someone more specifically seeing if that girl you were eyeing tonight was in any of the pictures and so far she couldn’t see anything. You start humming to yourself as you hear the other performer starting their set tapping the beat onto your thighs. When Wanda finally sat down beside you on the sofa she had no idea what had come over her, the next thing she knew was her leg had swung over your lap for her to straddle you as she placed her hands on your jawline and neck. She knew she shouldn’t have been doing this or even thinking about this but something just shut off in her brain.

When you felt Wanda’s body weight on top of yours you immediately tensed, you knew neither of you should be doing this, especially considering Wanda didn’t know what the status of her relationship was anymore. However the second you felt Wanda’s lips on yours all rational thinking went out the window. It was like you and her were back in college again, you placed your hands on her back as you pushed her closer to you. The hesitancy you felt from Wanda at first very quickly vanished as she felt your hands wrap around her and start to roam her body. You felt Wanda’s hands place themselves at the back of your neck and started to move her hands up through your hair. Suddenly she decided to tug on your hair in that second your rational thinking came back in full force as you tried to move your head away from her as you started to mumble “Wands…Wands….Wanda Wanda!” you place your hands on her hips as you push her away from you. Wanda grumbles slightly due to being forced away from you, she stares at you with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs “what Y/N/N?” 

You gulp as you lick your lips “Should….should you be doing this right now? Like should this be happening right now or at all?” Wanda was puzzled slightly as she heard your questions and once she thought about it she clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip. She knew you were probably right considering she doesn’t know if she’s single or dating someone right now, she knew..she knew she probably shouldn’t be doing this but she couldn’t lie to herself. Especially since she knew there were moments where she would get herself off where thoughts and images of you would be the thing to cross her mind to help her reach her high. Hell, there were even moments where her and Vision would be intimate and you would cross her mind it wasn’t her proudest moment. But you have to do whatever is necessary to satisfy her needs right?.....right? 

God, this was going to turn into a mess. It already was a mess. But she knew what she had to do. 

Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks as she leaned her forehead against yours as she whispered between you “I can assure you this is fine, whilst for me at this moment in time it may be very very wrong. I will fix this and make sure everything is okay for you and us alright? But if you aren’t okay with this happening I am giving you the option of you taking me off your lap and us leaving now and pretending this never happened okay?” 

You stare at Wanda hesitantly as you see her gazing at you like you were the most important thing in her life. You clear your throat “Are….are you emotionally and mentally stable enough for this right now.” Wanda nods her head slowly “I can assure you that I am.” You inhale deeply and nod your head “okay..but Wanda this can’t get out that I was the cause for a ruined relationship, me, this whole band and this whole career that I worked for will be over. It’ll be done for.” Wanda nods her head rapidly “I promise you nothing like that will happen. Your career will stay intact, nothing bad will happen to you, this will stay a secret between us…until it doesn’t have to be.”

You can’t help but stare at her hesitantly but you can’t help but nod your head slowly and agree as she’s sitting on your lap like this. “Because we all know I wasn’t the downfall of your relationship…well not directly I don’t think. But we know how people like to twist and spin things.” Wanda nods instantly as she rubs her thumbs across your cheeks and in turn, places small kisses around your face “I know, We all know. As much as you didn’t directly ruin my relationship whether Vision knows it or not….which he probably does let’s be completely honest….it was to do with you.” You both let out a nervous giggle at that realisation. 

This time Wanda waited for you to make the first move as she sat there patiently. You raised your hands to the side of her cheeks as you placed your lips on hers softly. The kiss continued slowly until you felt Wanda’s hands move down to grip your t-shirt as you felt her hum softly into the kiss. You pushed Wanda closer to you again her chest against yours as you placed your hands on her back. Wanda gasped over the sudden movement which gave you the perfect opportunity to lick along Wanda’s bottom lips and slip your tongue into her mouth. Wanda immediately sat into you more as she ran her hands through your hair and pulled you as close as possible to her. 

You couldn’t help but groan into Wanda’s mouth as you felt the subtle movements of Wanda’s hips rut against you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you move your hands under her jacket and drag your nails down over the back of her shirt which results in Wanda’s hips moving against you at full force. You hum slightly as you slowly move your hands down to Wanda’s thighs as you say in between kisses “mhmm Wands…baby you think you’ll be able to do me a favour?” 

She nods instantly as she presses herself against you more continuing to kiss you as she bites your bottom lip “Mhmm yes anything, what d’you want me to do.” 

You smirk to yourself as you start dragging your tongue and moving your kisses down against her jawline and neck “I need you my darling, baby, Wands to try your absolute best to be super quiet when there are breaks between songs and performers. D’you think you’d be able to do that for me?” Wanda nods her head as best she can as it tilts backwards over the feeling of your lips on her neck. “Wands, words now.” 

“Yes, yes I’ll do that. I’ll try my best.” As you glance up at Wanda you can’t help but smirk at her with her eyes closed, mouth ever so slightly agape as she moves against you. Wanda places her hand on the back of your head as your lips reach a specific part of her neck as she mutters “there, fuck… right there don’t move.”  Even though it is so appealing to leave marks on her neck right now you know you can’t so you resort to soft yet forceful kisses on her sensitive skin. Once you hear the slight whimpers coming from Wanda you groan internally as you place your head on her shoulder and take a deep breath. 

Wanda tries to get her breath back to normal as you take a break from kissing her neck whilst also using it as a chance to take off her jacket and throw it across the room. Whilst she subtly runs her hands down your chest and manoeuvres her hands under your shirt to run her nail across your stomach. You tense immediately as you let out a shaky breath. Wanda lifts up your head and places it against hers as she starts kissing across your cheeks and nipping at your ear as she whispers “Y/N/N, honey if you don’t start doing something to me now I’ll do it myself or I can go to-” you cut her off with a squeeze to her thigh which lets out an involuntarily moan as she stares at you wide-eyed before she can say anything else you place a passionate kiss on her lips as you let your hands gradually roam around her body making sure to take everything in not knowing when this would happen again….if it would ever happen again.

Just as your hands skim past the side of Wanda’s breasts she simultaneously lets whimpers fall from her mouth as her hips start to grind against you again. When you feel Wanda’s breathing and movement start to increase, you shift her ever so slightly so she’s lying on the sofa underneath you. As Wanda settles beneath you it's only then can you feel the heat radiating off of her body. Though the teasing is quite frankly annoying you and more than likely absolutely tormenting Wanda you can’t help but smirk teasingly as you let your fingers glide over her legs starting from her calf. You lean down closer to Wanda pressing your chest against hers so you can feel the rise and fall of her chest as you bite the lobe of her ear.

“Tell me Wands….how long has it been since you’ve had a good fuck? That your needs have honestly felt satisfied to the max….don’t tell me it’s been since our last hookup in college because I’ll be very devastated for you and ashamed for that man.” When you feel the falter in Wanda’s breath as you click your tongue “that’s disappointing petal.” Wanda gasps suddenly as your hand cups her core as you moan into her ear “fuck Wanda…..I’m sure you already know but I can already tell you how wet you are even through your jeans. Getting this wet for someone you haven’t seen in years….who hasn’t touched you in years….who has barely touched you now and yet you’re putty in their hands right now aren’t you?” 

You smirk as you see Wanda’s breathing increase as she shakes her head “mhmm no.” Whilst she’s distracted you slowly start to undo the buttons on her jeans “what’s no petal?” 

She swallows dry “it’s a no to you saying you have barely done anything and have barely touched me now.” You raise your eyebrow at her as you hum in thought letting on nothing as you finish undoing the last button. Wanda’s too enamoured by the movement of your lips and everything else to realise the movement that is going on past her waist but shocks herself when a moan gets stuck in her throat as she feels your hand go down the waistband of her jeans. Running your fingers along the lace designs of her underwear, you click your tongue as you place your forehead on hers watching her pupils dilate even more a small smirk passes across your face “Wands you always were a fan of wearing any kind of lace panties weren’t you….and if I remember correctly you were always a fan of wearing a matching set. Shall we see if my memory is correct?” Wanda nods her head slowly, you place a slow sensual kiss against her lips as you whisper “it never mattered what you said anyway Petal I was going to check anyways.”

Wanda whimpers quietly as she feels the movement of your fingers against her clothed core as you sit on your knees pushing her shirt up above her chest with your free hand, a grin spreads across your face as you take in the sight below you. “Well, what do ya know Wands, my memory was right. I have to say though Wanda I adore that you kept that habit up….cause God I don’t think I’ve seen anyone look better in a matching set than you.” You bite your lip as your eyes stay on her chest as it rises and falls. 

Wanda can’t help but pull you down to her when she sees you eyeing her like some sort of predator hunting their prey, Wanda bites your lip harshly giving her time to slide her tongue into your mouth as she moves against your hand. You attempt to keep the kiss going as you feel Wanda start to lose herself to the friction of your hand. When you pull back and see her mouth open wide again and her whimpers beginning to turn into moans you decide you’ve put her through enough torture as you whisper to her not knowing if this will even register with her “Wands lift your leg and put it around my waist.” You scoff as you see her do it in an instant “mhmm very quick responding to that command weren’t you?” You hear a slight giggle come from her mouth as she nods in response, as you look down at her you can’t help but take pity as you push her underwear to the side whilst moaning into her mouth slightly as you run your fingers through her folds. 

Wanda knows she should be giving out to you for how you were looking at the girl during your performance tonight. But all those thoughts went out the window the second you started touching her again….than again she never really was the dominant one between you two. As you slowly push your fingers into her core, you attempt to hide the groan that escapes your mouth as you feel her walls clench around your fingers. Wanda chokes out a moan as she feels your fingers move in and out of her slowly curling just at the right spot. 

As you keep the same slow pace of your fingers moving in and out of her you bite your lip hard at the sight of Wanda moving her hips more to try and meet your thrusts. To alleviate her suffering some bit you place your thumb on her clit and slowly start drawing circles around. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you hear the sighs and moans of pleasure that are escaping Wanda’s mouth. Wanda stares up at you with her eyes half closed whilst your head is thrown back she grabs your t-shirt and pulls you closer to her “Y/N/N….Y/N honey, sweetie, baby if you don’t start moving faster I’ll get myself off.” 

You click your tongue as you start thrusting your fingers harder and faster into her at entirely random intervals. “See Wands, Wanda, petal…what would be the point in you getting yourself off….when we both know you picture me to reach your high. So why deprive yourself of the real thing huh?” Wanda stares at you in disbelief wondering how you knew that, you bite down on your tongue as you see her retort back to you “oh fuck you.” You smirk as you move your mouth closer to her ear “oh you wish you could petal. But it’s nice feeling how warm and how fucking wet you are for me.” 

Wanda’s breathing grows heavier as she finally feels you starting to increase the pace of your fingers. She places her hands on the back of your neck holding you as close as possible to her as her nails leave marks on the back of your neck. As Wanda very quickly reaches her high you feel her leg start falling to the side of her, you grunt as you push your fingers into her harder and hold yourself up “Wands your leg’s slipping.”

Instantly Wanda wraps both her legs around your back as she crosses her ankles over one another. Which is met with a loud moan left directly in your ear as you thrust further into her. You know it won’t be much longer till she reaches her high as her walls clench and tightens around your fingers far more frequently. You chuckle lightly as you whisper in her ear “God he really has ruined your stamina hasn’t he…you used last so much longer than this with me. We’ll have to get you back on track petal.” Wanda groans and whines more as you press harder on her clit making her arch her back and press against you even more if that was even possible as you felt the twitching of her thighs around your waist. 

With how laboured her breathing was and how high the pitch of her moans were getting you knew she was trying to hold off cumming for as long as possible. As much as you would have adored making her wait to cum. You couldn’t do that to her tonight it was far too long since she slept with someone like this. You placed soft kisses along her neck and jawline moving up towards her ear as you whispered “As much as I would love you writhing underneath me for so much longer. You can cum petal.” 

Her eyes clenched shut as her legs and arms tense slightly where they are around your body, just as you were going to cover her mouth with your free hand to quieten her moans she pushed your head towards her lips as she kissed you fervently letting the sounds and vibrations of her moans into your mouth. You started to slow down the movement of your fingers to help her ride out her high slowly. 

The rise and fall of Wanda’s chest slowed significantly which in turn led her to slow down the kiss between the two of you. Wanda couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth as you pulled your fingers out of her. She watched you like a hawk as she felt you adjust her underwear and pull out hand out of her jeans. You stared at your fingers that were covered in her juices deciding what you were gonna do next and grinned to yourself when a thought came to mind. Wanda assumed you were either gonna place both fingers in her mouth or possibly even yours but what took her by surprise was when you very precisely placed one finger in your mouth to suck all of her juices off. 

You made sure to keep eye contact as you get every single part off your finger as you also groaned and moaned to yourself at the taste of Wanda on your tongue again. As you removed the finger from your mouth you scooted up to sit on top of Wanda as you teasingly held out your other finger in front of her mouth waiting for her to open up. Wanda stared up at you unimpressed “you’re really making me do this aren’t you?” 

You pouted slightly at that retort “Oh that’s a shame you never disagreed with this before, you always did it so willingly like the good girl you are….or maybe now it’s the good girl you were? Since you wanna disagree and not do this.” You shrugged as you started to move the finger back to your mouth “I guess I’ll just have to clean this one off as well myself.” Before it could get anywhere near your mouth Wanda sat up with her mouth already placed around it staring up at you with wide eyes. You smirked as you pushed all the hair stuck to her face back. “There’s my Good Girl back.” Wanda let out a muffled whimper at that comment escaping your mouth. 

Both of you were brought out of your little bubble as you heard the applause from the crowd out front. You glanced at the time quickly “shit they must be finishing up, I guess it’s time for me to get us to my house.” 

Wanda nodded as she yawned “Yes please, everything that happened today has taken it out of me.” You giggled slightly as you stood up and buttoned up Wanda’s jeans again “If I know you Maximoff, you’ll be perfectly fine again after a few minutes.” Wanda gasped as she smacked your shoulder “Rude!” 

You held open the door as you waited for Wanda to walk past and exit. Wanda walked past making sure to accentuate the sway of her hips as she walked which got a boisterous laugh out of you. 

As you finally parked your car outside your house and turned off the ignition you stared at it rather blankly as you murmured “welcome to my humble abode.” you turned your head to look at Wanda only to find she was already looking at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” you chuckled nervously. Wanda smiled softly and shook her head as she spoke “I dunno you just looked at the house weirdly…as if it doesn’t feel like home or like you’re missing something from it…just something like that.” 

You tilted your head side to side as you whispered as quietly as possible “yeah you’re the thing missing.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder again to get your attention, as you turned toward her she leaned over the console of the car. Just as she was about to kiss you again her hand landed on the wheel of the car which led to her pressing the horn and it going off. You both laughed at each other straight in the face as you started to open the door of the car and get out “alright Maximoff come on and let’s get inside.” Wanda laughed as she ran to your front door as if it was a race. 

The two of you laughing and talking as you opened the door to your house and walked in. the door closing behind you both. 

What the two of you didn’t know from that night was during the time you and Wanda were in your dressing room. Vision had come back to bring Wanda home with him, he knew he shouldn’t have left like that and left you both not knowing what it meant for them and their relationship. But he was just so angry he couldn’t think straight so he had to go and calm down.

However, when he arrived you didn’t find any of you sitting where you were before he left. So he kept asking people around the bar if they had any inclination of where Wanda or even you went. After many useless answers, someone had finally told him you both had gone to talk in your dressing room. 

Although he slowed his steps at the sounds he was hearing coming from your dressing room. He recognised and knew those sounds….knew those sounds too well. So as he opened the door ever so slightly and saw Wanda underneath you moaning and gripping onto you for dear life. He knew everything he guessed tonight was correct but he also knew there was no way he was letting you get away with this. As much as Wanda was probably going to hate and despise him for this but there was no other way to attempt to save his relationship. 

He took out his phone taking photos and videos which blocked Wanda’s face of course and even audio recordings. When he was sure he had enough he contacted any magazine, newsagent, or journalist and posted the content online on social media under randomly created anonymous social media accounts. 

If you were gonna ruin his relationship, he was gonna make sure he ruined your career.

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*Long post ahead*

Okay, I’m going to go out on a limb here and just say that Byler will happen--if not in volume 2, then most definitely in season 5. I’ve been lurking in this tag for some time, specifically ever since volume one dropped, and I have seen the endless essays of pessimism and doubt that’s been bogging people down. While I share your guys’ doubts to an extent, I can’t fully bring myself to accept that Byler won’t come to fruition this season or the next. I hope my little tangent will provide you with at least some reassurance, because to be honest I’m searching for as much as I can before our hopes are either fulfilled or brutally crushed in t-minus 23 days. I’d like to preface this with saying that character/ship analysis posts are not my area of expertise, but I’ll give it the good old college try. 

Alright-y. So. Season 4. There’s a lot to cover character-wise, but let’s just go right ahead and jump into the meat and potatoes of it, starting off with the dichotomy that is Mike Wheeler. According to Finn, Mike is trying to figure himself out this season, and, as we the audience know, he’s very kind of oblivious when it comes to his and other people’s feelings, and Finn also said Mike was a bit clueless. Up until this point, it seems that Mike’s character arc (vis-à-vis his relationship to El) has been flat and banal. They’re in a precarious place in their relationship right now; a fragile place. Having Mike and El repeat the same break-up-and-make-up storyline from last season is bland, and I don’t exactly see the Duffer brothers going in that direction again because it’s cheap and quite frankly a let down. This is where Byler comes into the mix. Despite the potential backlash it might face--having two main characters in a gay relationship in such a massive franchise--I do believe that it is in no way contrived, regardless of what some vociferous shippers might claim. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. The foundation for Byler has been laid since the very beginning, and if you rewatch the previous seasons you can see the evidence if you make a conscious effort to. Especially on Will’s side. And if you take into consideration the sudden wave of Byler content being churned out by Netflix social media accounts and the actors themselves (looking at you, Noah Schnapp), it becomes increasingly apparent that they are trying to warm the general audience up to the idea of Byler. Hell, I’m convinced Noah and Finn have had barely any press together because they’d be giggling and twirling their hair if the ship was so much as mentioned. Either this is some elaborate queer-baiting scheme (during pride month, too), or we’re genuinely getting Byler. But I digress. What I find particularly interesting, and what really has me convinced of the ship happening, is the amount of heart-to-hearts Byler share this season. The bedroom talk, the talk on top of the car, (and the leaked talk in Hopper’s cabin). Those talks feel emotional. Special. It feels like the dynamic of their relationship is beginning to shift, and what that entails has yet to be clarified until volume two comes out (get it? ha). It feels like it’s all building up to something, like a big reveal. But we’ll see when we get there. For now, I’ll just let the open closets next to Mike Wheeler speak for themselves. 

Before going any further into my excessively long post, let’s touch more on Mil*ven. A wedge has been intentionally driven between Mike and El for the second time. It’s undeniable to shippers on both sides, although the explanations for why begin to differ from there. Mil*ven’s relationship has been somewhat tenuous this season, and arguably it was tenuous in season 3 as well. It’s a dying flame that both Mike and El are trying to rekindle, with El seemingly putting forth more effort into salvaging it than Mike. Calling into question the integrity of Mil*ven for a second time seems odd to me, unless it’s going somewhere we least expect it. Now I’ve seen speculations floating around about how Mike can’t say ‘I love you’ back because of his parents’ inability to properly show love to one another, and while I sort of buy into that I think that there’s a deeper, less-superficial spin to his reluctance to say those three words, let alone write them to his girlfriend. Throughout this season, Mike has felt suspiciously off-kilter. Odd. Sure, he’s lovey-dovey with El when they reunite at the airport, and a little bit during their time at the rollerskating rink--but then the fiasco with Angela goes down, and this is where it takes a sharp nose-dive south. Mike makes an insensitive comment during dinner about the ordeal, which hurts El who abruptly leaves the room. Later on they have their argument, and El brings up the elephant in the room: Mike’s refusal to say ‘I love you.’ Rather than say it back to her, he gives her empty answer after empty answer. Answers she doesn’t believe. He even calls her ridiculous for raising valid concerns she has, and he gets defensive. Comparing this scene and the scene with Will and Mike in the bedroom, you can see the difference in Mike’s body language and his delivery clear as day. But where did his refusal to say/write ‘I love you’ come from? This passive, aloof attitude toward their relationship? If I had to wager a guess, it’s Mike unknowingly facing identity issues. He’s conflicted, and he’s confused. His awkward exchange with Will at the airport--a far cry from their farewell hug just a few months prior. His insistence that Will and him are just friends. Friends. His curiosity and reaction to Will’s painting. Mike loves El, there is absolutely no doubt about it. Whether it is romantic or platonic is the million dollar question, and I’m leaning towards the latter. Let me say that platonic relationships are in no way beneath romantic relationships, and a lot of times they are even stronger and run viscerally deeper. For Mike and El, they started dating at a young age before they could really, truly discover themselves and what they want. They dove into it head-first; two kids head over heels for each other--the girl with superpowers and the boy who saved her. They were perfect for each other; they’ve been through hell and back together, and share a trauma bond. But as time goes on, Mike starts to slowly realize that his feelings for El have been misconstrued all along. Being Mike, he’s too damn dense to reflect on himself and continues acting as if everything is fine when in reality it’s far from it. This sounds an awful lot like someone who is struggling with newfound feelings and trying to push them down to maintain a semblance of normalcy in a life that’s been extremely hectic and traumatic.

Point of the matter is, there is a method to the Duffer brothers’ madness. Everything they do in this show is tastefully methodical and so well thought-out to the minutest detail. They planned this story since the very beginning. I seriously doubt they will pursue such a pivotal plot point only to later discard it, especially since it could benefit all three characters’ arcs in a unique way. I think they’re definitely building up to Will’s confessing to Mike, and I have a book of theories centered around that that I will keep to myself for brevity’s sake. In short: have a little more faith in this ship. You’re not delusional, and you’re not over-analyzing. You’re observing things that are supposed to be observed, and drawing conclusions that need to be drawn. I will gladly eat crow if I’m wrong, but something tells me I’m far from it.

#Byler #will byers #stranger things #mike wheeler #ship analysis #i originally wrote this at four am and then went to bed before posting #didn't touch on if it's requited or not but i think it will be

[buddiewho]

In a logical sense, I see what we’ve witnessed with Buck and Tommy as the one off experience. It could last a little longer than anticipated but it’s that first time kind of thing, most of us queer people go through, I think.

We have those people in our lives who either were part of the first time relationship or stayed the crush/friend and yet they were a part of understanding the feelings. Perhaps it wasn’t long term at all. Perhaps it was the one kiss and one date. Perhaps it was a few more dates and you mutually parted ways. For some, it could be that lucky one where they too were developing feelings and so it blossomed into a long term relationship.

And I think the episode made it super obvious that Tommy has things in common with Eddie. If someone were just to speak those words out loud in a later episode when people know or suspect and Chim goes, “you know Buck you essentially went on a date with a version of Eddie…” just saying it seemed like they were going for something there with the being in the Army and enjoying Muay Thai. Except there are things Buck doesn’t know or doesn’t enjoy like basketball so Tommy having more in common with Eddie too soon, makes Buck spiral as he did. And as he called it, “bad behavior” reared its head and as Chim said, “well, you Bucked that up didn’t you.”

What I’m saying is, Buck can have fun for now. Buck can enjoy this or try to because it’s just his luck that apparently Eddie and Marisol end up at the same restaurant…anyway, I think it’d be nice if the writers mentioned more of Tommy’s behaviors and we see an active apology and/or active forgiveness over his past mistakes. However, they have not…

But if a fictional character cannot be given the chance to grow, change and understand when they Bucked up then what’s that say about real life? Some people are obstinate to change, but I think a majority of people want to understand how to change for the better, to correct the wrong that they made, and to be an overall better person. Personally, I like to fill in the gaps and believe Chim and Hen have since been apologized to and Tommy knows he was dumb back then. Bigoted and dumb. He’s shown accountability for it but it wasn’t put on screen. If they wanted to insinuate he hadn’t changed and was still some bigoted bad apple why bring him back at all for any reason?

If it’s not being brought up and made into something that’s still an integral part of the character then I also don’t see the harm in Buck being giddy about this version of Tommy he gets to see and has admitted to wanting to get know. That’s a cool guy. I like that guy.

Buck is the guy who had Buck 1.0 and 2.0 phases; please, he’s the epitome of wishing he could grow and change and be a better person so I think off screen I can assume that Tommy has done the same since his departure from the 118.

#buddie #buddie 911 #evan buckley is bisexual #tommy kinard

[delikaitxx]

🚨I’m back! Did you miss me? Miss Roxie and Eddie? We’re back! Now every Wednesday night going into Thursday morning will be a new chapter. Long story short, holidays and birthdays are CRAZY! Welcome back! 🚨

‘86 // Chapter Nineteen: Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart

Midnight - March 23, 1985

Tw: mentions of Jason, mentions of Walter and abandonment, longing for a friend.

The insomnia hits me like the harsh cold air. My heart is beating out of my chest. Everyone is scattered all over the cabin. Eddie is soundly asleep next to me. So peaceful. I smile at my peaceful metalhead. As if nothing is going on. I can’t help but to think of what had just occurred.

Henry using my trauma against me. Disorting Eddie, the boy I fell in love with just a year ago, with the voice of Walter, my estranged father. The one person who I loved so dearly, only to be abandoned by. I can’t even imagine how Max is feeling right now. The fact she’s still grieving Billy. She feels like she should’ve died with him. My heart aches for her. Which somehow brings me back to my situation. How would he know of my situation with Nancy? It’s as if he’s in my mind.

“You also, don’t know what you want.” His taunt echoes through my mind. I try to make sense of it. What could he possibly mean by that? It’s obvious I want Eddie. Always. Sure, I loved Nancy a long time ago. It was so long ago. What could he mean? It would crush Eddie if I told him, “hey, just fyi, that thing with Nancy… yeah I loved her!” Yeah, that would crush him.

I yearn for normalcy, I miss him so much. I look at the clock on my side of the bed. 12am, March 23, 1986. Happy anniversary, darling. I sit up and examine the room, making sure everyone’s okay. Eddie, of course, is sleeping next to me. Dustin and Steve are huddled together on the floor while Nancy and Robin sleep at the table with the files scattered. Probably dozed off researching there’s to know about the Creel family. Then, my eyes scan the most heart stopping sight. Max and Lucas.

Lucas, I’m pretty sure, put a blanket over Max. Max possibly fell asleep writing a letter judging by the pen and paper in her hand. Who could it be for? For Lucas? You can cut the tension between those two with a knife. Lucas cares about her deeply and Max reciprocates those feelings.

I get up finally, putting on a sweater and wrapping around the clothes I have yet to change out of. After everything, I was too exhausted to care. The light scent of weed and old spice hits my senses as I put on my boots. I walk outside and cling to the wood.

I take the first deep breath I’ve been able to in the last couple of days. No lightning and red clouds in sight. No vines slithering to catch you and take your life away. Comfort hits me as I breathe in the chilly midnight Hawkins air.

I hear the door behind me open then shut. The scent of weed and Old Spice intensifies as does my comfort. It’s the person I need most. I turn around to meet Eddie’s tired gaze. I immediately take notice he doesn’t have a jacket. “Where’s your jacket?” I manage to slip as I scurry to him. My arms wrap around him, as if to keep him warm. His arms wrap around me, as if it’s been ages.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. How about you? How are the guys?” I chuckle and smile up at him. “I’m okay… now that I’m with you. Not some hallucination… as for the guys, Gareth is explaining everything we know. About Vecna, well, Henry, since we’re in cahoots apparently.” I attempt to make light of the situation. Eddie strikes my cheek. “We’re not going to let that bastard get you, or Max.” He whispers deepens.

The corners of my lips form a smile. “Do you wanna go for a walk?” I softly speak, “to Lover’s Lake? It’s not far.” The corners of his lips form a smile as well. “Our old spot? I would be delighted to.”

Eddie grabs my hand gingerly and we make way for the lake. “Are you sure they’re going to be okay?” Eddie asks. “Positive. The cabin is pretty secluded by trees. Also, Reefer Rick’s is close by. I figured we could swing by too.” “That sounds amazing.” Eddie says as we continue our little adventure.

As we approach the lake, which is glistening in the distance, Eddie asks what happened. “When I was under his trance, I was talking to you… but he had Walter’s voice. It was… chilling…. I-I knew it wasn’t you. He just taunted me. About my father, about you… about…” I stammer off, trying to avoid his gaze, thinking about Nancy.

“Rox, darling, are you okay?” I begin to shake a bit looking into his darkened chocolate eyes. “Nancy… Eds… I need to tell you something.” We near Reefer Rick’s. “But first, let’s get inside.” We walk in to where the boats are. Eddie climbs into one and helps me into one. I smile at his gesture. The water is calming. Eddie holds my hands. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

I grip on his hand tightly as I look around, as I hear ruffling. “Remember when Nancy and I stopped being friends? How I’d long for that friendship back? How I’d be jealous of Harrington?” I begin to speak softly, like a little kid. “Yeah.” He matches my tone. Here goes nothing.

“I liked Nancy… like, I was in love with her. I was infatuated by her… Obviously those feelings for her are long gone. I’m with you and I’m in love with you. I love you. I just… I don’t know what took me so long.”

The way the vulnerability slips out. It feels so good, but also terrifying. I can tell by the look on his face he’s taking this in. The way his eyes flicker between realizing what I mean and taking it in. Now, he’s the one gripping my hands tightly. “Eddie…” I say in a hushed voice, scared for what’s to come out of those luscious lips.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. Not a damn thing could ever change that. Ever. You’re still the same girl I swore to protect in the cafeteria last year.” I smile as he strokes my cheek and his hand rests easily on my thigh. “And you’re the same guy that swooped in to protect me.” I rest my hand on his hard chest, where his beating heart is threatening to jump out. “I love you.” I say hushly before our lips reunite.

Eddie tightens his grip around me and our lips dance. It’s electrifying. The kiss. We’ve been longing all day for it and it feels like the world is semi-right again. “I love you so much sweetheart. We’re going to kill Vecna. Whatever it fucking takes. I can’t lose you.” I rest my thumb on his bottom lip and hold his chin. “Didn’t you make that clear? You are not going to lose me, got it? We’re going to save Max, this shit town too. Then, take over the world when Corroded Coffin makes it big.” Eddie chuckles. “That’s my girl.”

We continue to kiss and my fingers tangle in his hair, that is until we hear car doors slamming. Eddie and I stop and share a confused glance. “What was that?” I whisper as I grab an oar that’s behind me. I squint to see if I can catch it, but nothing. I watch as Eddie tenses up. I hear male voices saying something I can’t quite make out. That’s not until they come closer and it’s clear. “HE CAN BE HERE!” “AND THAT SMOKING GIRLFRIEND OF HIS TOO.” “WHEN WE GET THEM, THEY’RE DONE!” Panic sets in as Jason and his goons approach.

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x oc #maya hawke #robin buckley #eddie stranger things #eddie fic #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #max mayfield

[blackberry-bloody]

Meet my ocs: Mibium

This is going to be a new written "series" that I will be doing for each of my characters.

This is meant more to be silly and give a twist to an "into post" for ocs. So it's not meant as a "serious" whump piece.

Italics= narration and action

Regular= oc speaking

Bold= the interrogator

Please enjoy the first of several!

CW: brief implied unreality if you squint (being told something is a dream when it's not.), drugging (At the end), character death (mentioned, not described)

Mibium groaned blearily as he was slowly pulled from his sleep, reluctantly opening his eyes. Once he did though, he realized he was not in the same place he’d fallen asleep. Which, realistically, should have sent him into a panic. But he’s been through this sort of thing far too many times. Looking around he was in a decently sized, if incredibly plain, room. On the ceiling was a single lit bulb shining down on a metal folding chair. The chair was facing a wall that looked to be made of a mirror. He stood up and cautiously walked over to the seat, and sat down. The metal creaking under his weight. The sound of a speaker turning on made his attention shift to the wall.

“Hello?”

Hello!

“What am I doing here?” He fidgeted with his hands resting in his lap.

You’re still asleep. Don’t worry about it.

“Uh… No? This feels far too real to be a dream…”

You’ve had far more realistic and vivid ones though, haven’t you?

“I suppose you’re right.” A chill runs down his spine thinking about those nightmares…

So, with that out of the way. I wanted to ask you some questions. 

“Ok, shoot, I guess? An interview-” He glanced around the room. “Well… Interrogation? With my subconscious? Sounds interesting…”

Let’s start with some easy stuff. What is your name?

“Well my given name Is Mibium. And most angels don’t feel the need to have last names. But for work and socially I’ve been going by Mibium Martins.”

An Angel you say? What kind of angel?

“Two kinds actually… While I never got the chance to know them, one of my birth mothers was a guardian, and my other was a healer. Though I take after my guardian mom more.”

 And what about your adoptive parents? Your Siblings?

“Well… They were busy a lot of the time. But did their best raising me and my three siblings. Like most nests, there were three of them. But we were a rowdy, and powerful, bunch.I have one older brother, one younger brother, and one younger sibling.” He gets a pained expression. “I wonder how they’re all doing now… It’s been so long since I’ve seen them…”

Oh? And why’s that?

He tensed, shifting uncomfortably in the too small chair. “I’m a fallen.There’s no going back after that. And before that I made… A lot of mistakes.” He shakes his head. “But none of that matters now. I’m happy here. End of story.”

End of story indeed.

“What?”

What?

… “Next question please…”

Oh, right. How old are you?

“Angels age a little differently than humans, but I’m in my early 30s. But If I have to give a human age, I say I’m 32. And I celebrate my birthday on October 1st.”

How would you describe your gender and orientation?

“I’m a cis man. And I do tend to prefer masc presentation, but I’m not uncomfortable with a more feminine presentation. And I use he/him pronouns.” He took a breath before continuing, “As for orientation, I am gay.”

Any significant relationships in your life, aside from family, you feel like sharing? Romantic or otherwise?

“Oh geez… Well, there’s really three major people who’ve had an impact. One for the worse, one for the better, and one without even knowing.” He reached up to his feather earring and tenderly ran his hand over it. “Azzie, was my first crush and childhood best friend. But… I made a mistake. And it cost him his life.” His hand drops back into his lap. “Which led to me ending up as Octavian’s guardian. And that man… Has had far too much an impact to briefly discuss… But on the other hand, I am now in a place where I am happily in a relationship. With another demon named Dayzel.”

What do you do for work?

“I work as a teacher! I work at a highschool teaching French, and helping run the drama club. Though of course I disguise myself as best I can.”

How would you describe yourself physically?

“Um…” He glances down at himself. “I guess most noticeably, I’m pretty tall. I’m 7-foot-2, which tends to raise some eyebrows. I am a bit more broad shouldered, and a good bit of muscle. I have blonde hair down just past my shoulders. Um… I have purple eyes? Some facial hair… And, while I usually keep them covered, I have a few tattoos.” He looks back into the mirror. “Does that suffice?”

Yes. Thank you for your time Mibium.

Mibium nodded into the mirror and closed his eyes, waiting to wake up after such a weird dream. But he cracked an eye open again, hearing an odd hissing sound. Before he could locate the source, he felt a sharp jab in his shoulder that made him jump with a shout. He reached behind him and pulled out a small dart. Then he was hit with another. And another. Before he could even register what was happening. He suddenly felt woozy and his movement slowed, before he slumped back in the chair, yet again unconscious.

#nightingale sings #nightingale writes #meet my ocs #but whump! #mibium oc #meet mibium