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Anonymous said: Who do you think would be a perfect match for Launchpad?
"...Dude, I dunno. I'm twelve."
Dewey shrugs the question off. It's not that he doesn't care, just that he's not that into theorizing about his not-dad's potential love life. Not unless something actually happens that's worth theorizing about. Then it stops being weird and starts being super cool, mega helpful wingman action.
"I'm pretty sure he could make it work with anyone. He's that kind of guy."
#((personally I the mun am a drakepad truther. but i multiship lp a lot and i don't think d//ewey really cares as long as he's happy))#★ that sounds like a challenge! ★ [answered] ★#anonymous#★ tougher than the toughies! ★ [ic] ★
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(Mk1)Flirty intro dialogues
-Suggestive Content-
Johnny Cage,Kenshi Takahashi,Kung Lao,Tanya,Syzoth and Liu Kang
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Johnny Cage 🎬
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★ Johnny: “on a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine, and I’m the one you need.”
-Y/N: “No, I’m the one you need to leave alone.”
★ Johnny: “Did it hurt when you fell from hea-“
-Y/N:*rolls eyes* “that one is so over used,cage”
★ Y/N: “I don’t think you can take me”
-Johnny:*smirks* ”oh ho, is that a challenge, kitty?”
★ Johnny: “You, me, and a fancy dinner date” *wriggles eyebrows*
-Y/N: *cocks eyebrow* “Was that asking…or?”
-Johnny: “please” *😩🙏🏼*
★Y/N: “…Johnathan Carlton”
-Johnny: “Future Wife” (Husband/Spouse)
★Johnny: “So… any answers on you being in my movie?”
- Y/N: “I already told you, most likely not the big screen”
-Johnny: “Oh no honey, I wasn’t talking about that movie”
★Johnny: “Just one chance Y/N, I promise you won’t regret it…”
-Y/N: *smirks* “I’ll consider it…”
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Kenshi Takahashi 🗡️
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★ Kenshi:*lightly shakes head* “I do not understand what you see in cage”
-YN: *shrugs* “me neither”
★ YN: “I’m so,so sorry I wasn’t there when-
-Kenshi: “You are not to blame, dear.”
★ YN: “So the sight of sento…”
-Kenshi: *smiles* “Lets me admire your beauty in an amazing, new way”
★Y/N: “I can’t wait for you to see my new moves”
-Kenshi: *sarcastic* “har-har.”
★Y/N: “you won’t be able to see me coming”
-Kenshi: “really? What a shame”
-Y/N: “I-…” *😳*
★Kenshi: “you truly are a sight to behold”
-Y/N: “you flatter me, swordsman”
★Kenshi: “Your kombat skills are quite admirable.”
-Y/N: “as are yours,Kenshi”
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Kung Lao 🥟
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★Y/N: I’m gonna do Madam Bo a favor, and beat some sense into you.”
-Lao: “Don’t threaten me with a good time”
★ Lao: *chuckles* “So now we’re on ‘friendly sparring’ terms?”
-Y/N: *rolls eyes* “if that’s how you wanna put it”
★ Y/N: “I do appreciate a man with a good work ethic”
-Lao: *smirks* “of course you do.”
★ Lao: “How about after this spar… we go out for a bite?”
-Y/N: *shrugs and smiles* “loser pays”
★Lao: “I can’t wait to have you pinned down”
-Y/N: “that sounds…”
-Lao: “tempting? *smirks* I know.”
★Y/N: “You need a humbling experience.”
-Lao: “Whatever you say, short stack.”
★Y/N: “Aren’t you cocky?”
-Lao: “And single.”
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Tanya ☀️
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★Y/N: “I like what I see…”
-Tanya: “ditto”
★Tanya: “Are you ready to prove yourself, as a formidable opponent?”
-Y/N: “I have a few other things I’d like to prove to you as well.”
★Y/N: “Hold on…I have competition with mileena?”
-Tanya: “is it really a competition though?”
-Y/N “for you, yes.”
★ Y/N: “if you get tired, I have the perfect seat for you” *points to face*
-Tanya:*rolls eyes* “You have been spending too much time with that actor”
★Y/N: “As an Umgadi, are you really sworn to piety and chastity?”
-Tanya: “I am.”
Y/N: “damn it.”
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Syzoth 🦎
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★Y/N: “Will you transform during battle?”
-Syzoth: “perhaps…”
-Y/N: “what about bed?”
★Syzoth: “Warm blooded creatures are fascinating”
-Y/N: “This, coming from the shape shifting lizard man?”
★Y/N: “I’m tempted to see the ‘beast’ you can shift into”
-Syzoth: “You mean my ‘true form?’
-Y/N: “True form? Even hotter”
★Y/N:*mocking tone* “Ssssooo, are you ready for thissss, battle?”
-Syzoth:*rolls eyes* “I don’t ssssound like that…”
★Y/N: “what do I have to do to get a little hiss” *puckers lips*
-Syzoth: *shakes head* “that was weak, even for you,Y/N.”
★Y/N: “Ready to taste defeat?”
-Syzoth: “I’m ready to taste you. ”
-Y/N: “I-uh..-uhm…” *😳*
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Liu Kang 🔥
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★Y/N: “Did I find you this attractive in other timelines as well?”
-Liu Kang: *chuckles* “I will not reveal that to you, Y/N…”
★Y/N: “I fear for my future…”
-Liu Kang: “Do not fear destiny,Y/N. And have faith in yourself”
★Liu Kang: “Somehow, even in this timeline, you manage to to surprise me,Y/N.
-Y/N: *shrugs* “What can I say? I’m just that good.”
★Y/N: “You blessed me with this?” *points at face*
-Liu Kang:*shakes head* “you are simply ‘blessed’ in every timeline.”
★Y/N: “I wanna see who makes it out on top”
-Liu Kang: “Be careful for what you wish for,Y/N…”
★ Y/N: “I see the way your eyes light up whenever you look my way”
-Liu Kang: “Y/N, I’ve told you time and time again, those are just my eyes”
-Y/N:*shrugs* “Yeah…but those eyes linger, don’t they?”
★Liu Kang: “I will admit, myself in past timelines did find you…alluring”
-Y/N:”No way you just admitted that…”
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#liu kang#kung lao#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#tanya#syzoth#reptile#x reader#mortal kombat x reader#sorryimanoob#rainyworx
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Hiiiiiiiii! So i love all your monika fanfics!!! Pls tell me there are still more to come!!!
But I would like to make a request for a fanfic of Hyowon 😭 pls im so deprived of her! Like the fem reader is an actress in hollywood but staying with Hyowon in korea and she goes on an instagram live and everyone is surprised. It also shows how sweet, caring, thoughtful and overprotective lip j is towards the reader.
Thank you so muuuuuch!!!
"The Korean"
(Lip J x Hollywood Actress! Reader)
・❥・time for our Sooni! been dropping few updates cause I think I'm gonna be inactive because school's starting again. Anygays, enjoy darlings!<3 Request inbox is open anytime<33 ⋆ ★
Flashes of the cameras and the overwhelming voices of the paparazzis triggers me, but like always. I have nothing to do. They are doing their job. But why is their job this horrible?
I understand that when you are a well known name. Paparazzis will follow, but doesn't make it less comfortable. They are still invading someone's personal space.
Fortunately, I got along with some of them. But it doesn't mean that this doesn't bother me. Just then, one of the paparazzi asked while I am walking towards the entrance of the airport.
"Where are you going? Are you gonna film another project?" He asked quickly. And I answered them robotically but still politely as I try to squeeze myself through many paparazzis.
I thank the guards for helping me. As much as I love being an actress. It's still very overwhelming especially now that I just finished another film that had me mentally challenged.
Going to South Korea would be my rest and escape. That country became my second home when Hyo Won took me there few years ago.
It became my home because it was hers. And because she is there.
I quickly became overwhelmed and noticed myself tearing up because of what just happened. I didn't know how I got to the plane but I'm glad I did. I sigh in relief as I look at the mesmerizing sight.
In order to distract myself I decided to read my book for a while. I was so immersed with the story that I forgot to message Sooni before we boarded. I figured that I'll do it when the plane landed.
I took some photos and continued reading the book that Hyo Won gave to me. I can already feel the stress leaving, I got so invested to the story that the flight felt like a few minutes.
Before I knew it, I'm already in Korea. I smiled as I walk to the airport with my suitcases and phone in hand. I decided to post some pics for my fans.
I continued walking after I posted, trying to find somewhere to eat before I messaged her that I'm already at the airport. But Sooni knows what time my arrival so she'd be here soon.
"Honey!" My head almost snapped because of how quickly I turned around when I heard her voice. "Sooni!" I giggled when I saw her running towards me. I immediately open my arms to be hugged by her.
"I missed you so much." I mumbled against her neck. She rubbed my back while kissing my hair. "I know, but you're here now." She comforted me softly. I nodded against her before parting our bodies.
"Let's go?" She urge softly when she noticed people recognizing us. I nodded and she helped me with my luggage. She drove us to her apartment, during the car ride, I was quite worried because of the silence.
It was comfortable yes, but my mind's making me think things. "Hey... you alright?" She must've noticed my internal battle. She put her free hand on my thigh, caressing it to bring comfort.
"Hmm?" I snap out of my thoughts to look at her concerned eyes for a moment. I hold her hand and bring it to my lips to assure her that I'm fine.
We reached her house. And she helped me get settled. She toured me around first, "where's the guest room honey?" I asked, I noticed her change of emotion.
"Here." She lead me to the room, opening the door for me. "Here's the guest room." I carefully watch her, noting how her voice suddenly sounded so distraught.
I chuckled before wrapping my arms around her neck. She tried to avoid my eyes by looking everywhere, "What's wrong?" she reluctantly turned to look at my doe eyes.
"It's just that-" she stopped herself, but I urge her by bringing my hand to cup her cheek. "I don't want you to sleep here." She hides her face in embarrassment.
"Just say you miss me." She tried to get away from me when I teased her. But before she could go anywhere, I hug her from the back.
"Stop~" annoyance can be heard in her voice, "Aigoo~ you baby" I make her turn around while my arms are still around hers. I missed this so much.
"I asked because I wanna know where I'll put my things." I explained and that made her loosen up before smiling widely.
"Ok!" She avoided me once again by taking care of my things. I laugh as I watch her set my things quickly and dragged me out of the guest room.
The entire day was spent really nicely, we cuddled on her couch and catch up on things and made plans for tomorrow.
I am laying on our shared bed, casually browsing through my phone. I knew that it was probably not a good idea to scroll through comments. But I did, I scroll to the comments on my latest post.
Luckily, it was all good. Fans are saying that they missed me already and and I thought it would be a good idea to go live for a quick update.
"Oh hi everyone." I wave my hand as I was trying to find a comfortable and nice position so I could record myself properly.
"How's everyone?" I read the comments, and they did not disappoint like always. They are so dear to me.
"Flight's good, some problems with going to the airport though." I updated them enthusiastically. I interacted with them. Joking and asking them things and vice versa.
"How's the korean?" I read out loud without thinking, I laughed as I realized the question. "It's been great." I answered carefully. I didn't even noticed Sooni entering the room. Not until she laid on top of me, her lower body on the bed and her arms wrapped around me.
She rested her chin on my chest while looking at me lovingly. Thinking that I'm talking to my friend. In instinct I played with her hair while reading the comments.
She adjusted and buried her face on my neck for a moment. I put the phone down when she reach for my lips. I cup her face our lips dance against each other passionately.
We made out, missing moments like this because it's really been a while. "Are you live?" She asked when we parted. I nodded and reached for my phone. The comments going wild because of our interaction.
"I'm screen recording"
"Did anyone heard the sounds? Or it's just me👀"
" the Korean is doing really great~"
We read the comments and look at each other with straight faces before bursting out of laughter. "That's gonna be my new nickname" Sooni said, shaking her head in fake sadness before burying her face on my neck again.
"My poor Sooni." I purred, teasing her. I constantly teased her during the live. We're both answering questions while Hyo Won is feeding me.
She casually fed me while I answered the questions that is directed to me enthusiastically. Hyo Won expresses her love through actions.
We took turns feeding each other, we talked with the fans. Even taking turn holding the camera, but when she noticed how it's hard to find a stable angle.
"Let me, love" she ask for the phone, then she took a tripod so it's less hassle. I am watching her endearingly as she sets up the phone.
Once it's done, she went back to her place. She's behind me. Her chin on my shoulder while her hands are wrap around me.
We continue the live like that. The fans took note of everything. For sure this would go big and some of them approving and accepting our relationship.
They were shocked because of the different sides of us are revealed. And they were the ones to witness it raw. They realize how both of us are being ourselves with each other and are happy that we are happy.
𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪
(not proofread and sorry for the ending. I am sleepy already)
#street woman fighter 2#prowdmon#street woman fighter x reader#swf x reader#swf imagine#street woman fighter 1#mannequeen#swf2 x reader#lip j#hyo won#wacking#lip j x reader#sooni x reader#jo hyo won x reader#lgbtq#sooni#jo hyo won
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Mario’s Madness BF x Reader (Paranoia)
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(BF’s POV)
My partner and I just finished up with that weird DJ guy. (DJ Hallyboo) I swear that dude was really weird. Like did he have to put me in that prison and make me do all that writing.. I’m just glad that shit is over. I looked over at (Y/N) and saw them smiling at me. “You did great honey!” They praised me for my rapping. My face grew red from their praise. “Beep Pa” (Thanks babe) “Your welcome..” (Y/N) and I then walked to the next stop which was on the left side of the bridge. The dark cloud that was where that black and gray Mario was held. (GB) Gosh he was creepy and he almost hurt (Y/N). Like what did they do to make all these characters hate them? We reached the spot and we were teleported to the next stage. I looked around and saw that the world was red and black and (Y/N) was gone. “Great.. I wonder what creature or thing has them now.” I thought as I rolled my eyes.
Suddenly a red and black Mario appeared in-front of me. He was very creepy and odd looking. He had the same color scheme as the world but instead his legs were thinner than the original Mario. His hat had the letter V instead of M and his legs looked like toothpicks plus they also looked so easy to break and I was surprised that his legs could hold him up. His eyes and teeth were white but they glowed a sinister red color. We were then teleported to an area of the game. “I want to have some fun. Why don’t we sing, boy?” The red and black Mario spoke in a dark and disturbing way. “Beep!” (Bring It On!) I challenged him. The Mario chuckled sinisterly.
“By the way my name is Mr. Virtual. I want you to remember it as the fear sinks in.” He told me as he made a mic appear in his hand. I kinda felt a bit afraid knowing that something might have happened to (Y/N). Hopefully this creep didn’t get his hands on them. The song started and Mr. Virtual started first. His voice was very dark and harsh sounding. As the song continued a few small turtles appeared but they were glitching a lot. “What’s the matter boy?” Mr. Virtual said as he stopped singing. (Y/N) then appeared in-front of us. “Don’t you recognize your own partner?” (Y/N)’s face started to distort and darken.
Everything went dark and the next thing I knew I heard a loud voice and I saw (Y/N) but they had Mr. Virtual’s face instead of their own and as they sang their voice was very guttural and high pitched plus their body language was very hostile towards me. I was scared and mortified by what Mr. Virtual had done to my lover. (Y/N) then turned back into Mr. Virtual and the battle continued. I was furious and scared. What had this monster done to (Y/N) and why were they so hostile? The battle ended and I glared at Mr. Virtual. “Beep Ski Pa Doo!” (What did you do to them!!) I shouted angrily at him.
Mr. Virtual was about to answer but was hit in the head. He fell to the ground and looked behind himself. (Y/N) stood there holding a hammer. “How dare you scare my boyfriend!” (Y/N) shouted at him. “(Y/N), please it was just a prank..” Mr. Virtual tried to reason with them as he rubbed his head. “Oh? It was a prank was it..?” (Y/N) said as they gripped onto the hammer even tighter. “Then you won’t mind if I play a little prank on you right?” (Y/N) asked him with a sweet tone but their smile was very menacing.
“(Y/N) Please have mercy on me!!” Mr. Virtual pleaded to them. (Y/N) then started to beat the shit out of Mr. Virtual. “Damn, that finna leave a mark..” I thought to myself as I continued to watch (Y/N) beat up Mr. Virtual. “That’s my darling..” I thought proudly to myself.
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#fnf x reader#fnf mod#fnf mario’s madness v2#fnf mario’s madness#fnf mario's madness x reader#fnf boyfriend x reader#fnf bf x reader#mr. virtual#fnf paranoia#fnf imagines#friday night funkin#fnf bf#fnf boyfriend#friday night funkin x reader#lost rose writes
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Hiiii! Can you please write a Bleach fic for Byakuya Kuchiki? Perhaps him getting pegged for the first time? Thank you!
★ Hello!! :^ I tried my best lol
★ Synopsis: just a conversation about pegging with Byakuya that ends up with you fucking his ass.
★ Warnings: fem!reader, Byakuya a bit OOC, swearing, anal sex, not reviewed, NSFW, pegging, Sub!Byakuya, poorly edited :<
★ A/N: sorry if Byakuya got too OOC in this one!!! :(. It hasn't been reviewed and it's also been a while since I've written NSFW. If there's anything in the warnings that needs to be put in, please let me know!! :)
It all started with small conversations.
"What do you think about anal sex, Byaki?" you ask him while taking a break from your favorite hobby, painting. "I don't know what to say, really. Why do you ask, dear?" He replies, looking away from you.
"Um, just... I was wondering if we could try..." you say hesitantly. This man was difficult, there was a good chance he wouldn't accept, but you weren't going to give up easily.
The idea persisted in your mind when Yoruichi gave you this gift, saying it was to tear Byakuya's pride away. She said it with that energetic, mischievous tone, clearly almost daring you to do it. She laughed when you said you wouldn't do it, you said you'd ruin him too much if you did.
But now you think about it. The idea of watching him shudder as you fuck his ass is intoxicating, making you daydream about it practically every day.
"In you?" he asks, his silky, graceful voice always making you want to hear more. "Not really... I wanted to try it on you, you know? Pegging. They say it's really good..." you say hesitantly, looking at him with every word, waiting for his reaction. The only answer you got was a "maybe". Maybe.
Since then, when the two of you had the most delicious nights that would make you unable to walk the next day, you took the opportunity to tease his ass. Squeezing it, massaging it and even asking him quietly if you could put a finger in, just to give him more pleasure. He nods, he trusts you, he knows you'll make him feel good.
Conversations about this become frequent, until you convince him about it tonight.
"It won't be much, I promise it won't hurt." You say cheerfully when he tells you he'll let you train and fuck him tonight. He knows it's going to hurt a bit, but he doesn't care as long as you're happy. When the night comes, you're happy, excited and horny. You just want to fuck his ass so good!
You get excited when you see him reading the leaflet of a lubricant.
"What's up?" You ask, smiling, "You're not afraid of a lubricant, are you?" You say, sitting down next to him. "Yeah, just... well, maybe I'm a bit apprehensive," he replies simply
"It's okay, if you don't want to-" you begin, but he interrupts you. "No- I want it... maybe a little too much than I'd expect..." he murmurs. Of course, it would be a challenge for him to let you fuck his ass completely. He hated the fact that if they knew, the people in the Soul Society would probably make fun of him, but he managed to get over it, after all, it was only one night, wasn't it? If he didn't like it, it wouldn't happen again.
"We have to make a safe word, what do you think?" You ask him and he seems to think for a moment, you could bet 10 dollars he'd say something classic like "red".
"Maybe... ugh, red?" He mumbles, a little flushed. You smile as you realize you've hit the nail on the head.
"Sure, red sounds good." You smile and pull his face towards you, pulling him into a soft but loving kiss.
"First of all, I need you to know that you have to tell me everything, okay? I want you to tell me if it hurts or, well, if it's too good..." You say in a teasing voice and wink at him.
He nods and you smile. It was always so hard for him to trust that he could love again, that he could break some rules and here you were, the person who made him love someone again like he loved Hisana, the person he allowed himself to trust, to let you take care of and caress him.
"I promise I'll tell you if it hurts. I'm a nobleman of my word, remember?" He smiles softly, pulling you in for another kiss.
You run your hands through his silky hair, your nails caressing the back of his neck, making him shiver. You deepen the kiss, sitting on his lap, his big, slender hands wrapping around your waist, your tongues dancing in each other's mouths as your mind races, thinking about how delicious his moans would be and how good you would make him feel...
You feel his hand wander down your shirt, and you allow him to remove it, falling down your back as you smile.
His lips trace a path down to your collarbone, his fingers tracing your thighs as you feel your body heat up under his touch. He nibbles the sensitive skin of your collarbone, making you moan softly. "Looks like I'm the one who's going to fuck you, huh?" He murmurs with a mischievous grin. Oh, what a naughty nobleman you've made him, huh?
You smile and disentangle yourself from his hands.
"Mhm, we'll see. Are you really okay with that?" You ask again, just wanting to make sure he's okay with not being in power this time. "Absolutely..." He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly taking off his captain's cloak. You smiled, picking up the box containing the strap-on. You could see him blushing a little. "What's up?" You asked amusedly as you took off your own pants, picking up the lube and the strap-on, placing them on the bed.
You can see Byakuya's member starting to show through his underwear. You smile at the sight. "Wow, it's already starting to get hard and I haven't even touched you?" You tease him, just as he does you. "It's not like that..." he mutters back. "Uh-huh, right. I guess." You laugh softly. "I guess we can start with you lying down, hum?" You smile arrogantly.
God, you were starting to get wet at the idea of being in charge. Byakuya shyly nods and lies down on the bed. His face burns with shame, he would never have expected to be in such a vulnerable position as he is now.
You smile, sitting naked next to him. He reaches out to touch you, but you slap his hand away, giving him a taste of his own poison. He grunts and you pout."What happened, Byaki? Can't keep your hands to yourself?" You ask as your hand begins to run down his chest. He bites his lip and frowns. "No." He replies firmly, still trying to maintain his cool, arrogant stance.
You smile. "Mhm, is it?" Your hand moves across his chest, soon reaching his nipples. You smile as he squirms a little. "Do you like it?" You laugh when he pouts.You squeeze his nipples, pinching them a little. He bites his lip again. "Sensitive?" You smile, leaning into his chest, kissing from his chest to his 'happy trail'. You smile proudly when you see his cock twitching in his underwear.
Your other hand wanders to his underwear, slowly pulling it off, leaving just the tip of his cock sticking out. You use your index finger to tease him, one hand on his nipples and the other teasing his cock.
He grunts, squirming, wanting you to touch him more. "Do you want more, Byaki?" You laugh and he bites his lip, looking away. He nods and you squeeze the tip of his cock, making him lift his hips towards you. "Fuck... don't do it like that," he mutters. He was so weak from the idea of you fucking his ass, he just wanted you to do it now.
"Y/n... please" he grunts and you laugh, you were slowly destroying this man's pride, and he just wanted you to break it. Your hand increases the pressure on his cock, making him moan softly. You get down on your knees next to him on the bed, tugging at his underwear, pulling it off. He squeezes his legs together, blushing a little.
You lean over and take some of him in your mouth, his hand quickly goes to your hair, but you pull it away again. "Without touching me, love." You say, then take him in your mouth again.
His cock is big, slender, but it still makes you delirious. You take as much as you can in your mouth, but you can't get it down your throat. You choke a few times and he laughs softly.
"Oh yeah, can't you take it, baby?" He teases you and you stand up. Your hand works on his cock, up and down, making him buck his hips.You smile. His hand pulls you in for a kiss. You moan along with him, your hands still firmly around his cock.
"Just - please, do it soon!" He begs, trying not to roll his eyes.You nod and pull him into another kiss. Your kiss is fiery, full of love and need.
God, you just need to fuck him. You break apart, you can see the sweat forming on his forehead as his cock twitches in your hand. Your lips trailed down his soft, lean body, making him shiver and arch his back. He lets out short sighs that are making you wetter than ever. Why didn't you try this before?!
You touch his thighs, parting them a little as you fit between them, your mouth trailing down to his dripping pre-cum. Your eyes shine with his need to just be fucked by you.Reaching for the lube, you rub it on your fingers.
"I'm going to stretch you a bit, okay?" You ask softly, your other hand carefully rubbing his thighs. He whimpers softly and nods. "Sure, do it soon..." he thrusts his hips upwards, making you laugh. "I think it would be easier if you were on all fours, huh?" You play with the lubricant on your fingers as you wait for his answer. He blushes as he swallows dry. "Um, is that really necessary?" He says hesitantly, a little embarrassed. "You want it, don't you?" you say with a mischievous grin, making him roll his eyes. He turns over on his stomach and leans over. Ass up.
You caress the back of his thighs and then your nails scratch a little of his soft ass. "Oh my, you look so beautiful like that," you whisper to him. You place one hand on his back while with the other you penetrate the first finger into his ass. He moans softly against the pillows. "Aw, are you having fun without me yet?" You sneer and he grunts. "Always remember our safe word, okay?" He nods. "I'll remember, I promise..." He mutters between sighs as you add another finger. He hadn't expected to like it so much, maybe he could accept it again…
"Hey, don't be shy now," you say laughing softly, your hand running gently along his back, making him squirm a little. You open your fingers a little inside him, slowly getting him used to it. You add more lubricant to his asshole and he rolls his eyes. "Ngh- that's - so good!" He can't even form a sentence when you turn your fingers, rubbing his G-spot.
Your eyes glaze over and you lean against him on the mattress, your body heavy on top of his, you nibble on his shoulder as you make him take your fingers for the time being. "Oh yes, you're going to be my little slut tonight, aren't you? That cold captain won't be here, will he?" You whisper seductively in his ear as he rolls his eyes, bouncing his ass on your fingers as he nuzzles his face into the pillows. "Oh- shit, yeah yeah!"
He's breathing too fast, he's only so close...
You pull away from him, slowly taking your fingers out of him. "We don't want the party to end just yet, do we?" You say as you take the strap and put it on. It's a relatively small model, maybe 5,5 inches with a diameter of 1. Byakuya wiggles his ass a little in the air - trying to make air friction for your cock, or to receive that cock in his ass, you don't really know which it would be but now you'll find out.
You stand in front of him with the strap, swinging it in front of him. "Can you put this in your mouth?" You ask as you pat his face with the strap. He looks at you with fierce eyes, wondering if he should just turn you over and fuck you until you forget your name or if he should let himself be taken by you. Hesitantly, he opens his mouth and takes the tip of the dildo in his mouth. He thinks of his pride, the idea of the elders knowing that he let his wife fuck his ass would be a scandal, but he still wants it so badly...
He takes the dildo in his mouth, sometimes choking when it touched the back of his throat, making him choke and drool. "So beautiful ruined... I should have done this before..." You say and slap him lightly across the face, his black hair spilling beautifully over his shoulders when it wasn't sticking to his forehead with sweat. He moans, taking as much of the dildo into his mouth as he can, but it's too much! He just wants to be fucked, to be made a good slut by you...
He runs his tongue teasingly over the dildo, taking it all the way his mouth, sometimes hitting the back of his throat. Small tears stream down his face and you wipe them away with your finger. "Such a good little slut, huh? Come on, Byaki, take it down your throat..." You pushed forward, making him choke and pull away a little, but you held him in place, making him take the dildo into his mouth completely. He whimpers and chokes, but he loves the sensation. Your fingers tangle in his hair, making him have his nose against your crotch while he warms the silicone cock in his mouth. "oh yes, so good, isn't it? Yes, you like that, Byaki"
To feel, to be the one taking orders. He never thought he'd like it so much, especially here, where he can slowly let go of thoughts of what they'd do if they found out about it. He loved you so much, he knew it would be all right, even though his pride was hurt.
You pull the strap back on and smile at the string of drool connecting the vibrator and Byakuya's pretty mouth. "Mhm, you were so good darling," you say, leaning in and pulling him into a sloppy kiss. You push his face back into the pillows and position yourself behind him. "Are you all right?" You ask as you caress his ass. "Yes... please, I want you to fuck me..." he says whimpering, not caring about pride or his usual coldness, he just wants to be good to you.
Taking the lube, you put some on his ass and some on the vibrator. You rub your cock against his entrance, which makes him shiver again. "Someone likes teasing..." You murmur, before slipping the tip of the dildo into his tight asshole. He lets out a moan and grabs the sheets. "Um, you're going to be slow, aren't you?" he asks breathlessly. "Sure, you can stay calm, okay? Relax..." You whisper, leaning over and kissing him gently on the back. He nods and moans again as you place the head of the vibrator inside his tight heat. "Good?" You rub his ass as he tightens the sheets again. "Yeah... okay, just keep going..." You wiggle a little, just to tease him. Your hand goes under him and grasps his cock, still hard and dripping. He moans and squirms, rolling his eyes. "Please... put it all in me..." he murmurs, rocking back on you, driving the dildo further into him.
You laugh and shove some more inside him. Swaying provocatively in his tight hole. "Oh man, if I'd only known your ass was this greedy..." You laugh and sink completely inside him. He moans, feeling so full that it makes him want to come right there.
Your hand strokes his cock, teasing its tip with your own pre-cum. "Come on, touch yourself while I fuck you from behind..." You murmur, giving him one last kiss on the shoulder before pulling the dildo almost completely out and sticking it back in. He moans loudly, blushing automatically and biting his lip. "That - oh god, so good!" He says as he accepts the offer to masturbate while you fuck him.
His hand rushes to his cock, rubbing it hard and fast, wanting nothing more than just to cum for you, to let you use his tight little hole for your pleasure. You move slowly still, but completely inside him, and this provokes him even more. The dildo touches his G-spot slowly, lingeringly, but still so provocatively..."Y/n- please fuck me" he murmurs between moans as you sink completely into him. "I will." You respond firmly, then your thrusts start to get stronger and, if there's anyone in the Kuchiki mansion, they're listening to Byakuya.
It's such a pleasure for him, touching his cock as you fuck him, hitting that sweet spot every time, making him almost explode with pleasure when you repeatedly hit it.
He rolls his eyes "Oh yes yes there! I- shit I'm gonna come!" Looking at him now it was easy to tell that he was lost in his own pleasure. sweat covered your foreheads as he was about to come. It explodes on the sheets, making a mess. You laughed as you watched him tremble, his legs weak as you continued to fuck his asshole. "Oh yeah, come on baby, be a good slut huh?" You smiled as he squirmed, his orgasm prolonged by the extra G-spot stimulation. Your thrusts are fast, strong, making his asshole clench hard around your dildo as he comes. He rolls his eyes and cries out as he feels another orgasm approaching, the knot slowly forming, making him want nothing more than to cum for you, you damned dildo that made him want to be fucked. So overwhelmed and he hasn't given up yet.
He rocks against you, making the dildo go as deep as it can. He rolls his eyes and moans loudly as he comes again, in less quantity, but still made a huge mess. You slap his ass, making him moan and jump. "Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck you until you cum again, what do you think?" You say as you sink into him completely, pulling his face up by his hair as you rain kisses on his shoulders. He whimpers, squirming, wanting nothing more than to cum, you turn him to look you in the eye. He nods before closing his eyes tightly. "Oh hell, I'm so- sensitive-" he moans, spreading his legs for you. You lift them up to shoulder height, making the position more comfortable.He screams when you hit his sweet spot again, making you smile.
Your pussy clenches into nothingness from the excitement of seeing him like this, so broken by a cock…
Just to tease him, when you see that he's close again, you pull away, taking everything out of him.He grunts angrily. "Don't do that... I was so close..." he mumbles tearfully. "Mhm, sorry, love. I just thought you were in pain, you know? You were moaning so desperately to such an arrogant, cold nobleman..." You tease him, your hand caressing his face as he gasps still. "It was pleasure." He mumbles, trying to pull himself together. "Oh? So can I say you enjoyed being fucked in the ass by me?" You tease again, planting kisses down his cheek to his neck. "Y-yes. A little..." he mumbles as red as a tomato.
You smile victoriously, knowing you've managed to break his pride. You'd make him your personal whore now, that's for sure...
"Well, I think you need to cum yet, don't you?" You laugh as he moans when you touch his needy cock. God, he's still hard as a rock!
You line yourself up at his hole again, before sinking all the way in again. His hands grab the skin of your back, scratching it a little, pulling you towards him. "Y/n- too good!" He moans in your ear. He clings to you as you fuck him relentlessly, your thrusts making him roll his eyes every time now. "You're being so good to me, Byaki," you whisper in his ear, kissing and nibbling the skin of his neck, panting.
"Yes-yes, y/n please- fuuuck make me come!" He says between moans and gasps, his cock twitching as your hand works there and the dildo in his sweet spot. "Come on, Byaki…"He rolls his eyes, choking as he comes again, tightening his legs around your waist as he shudders, his back arching as he says your name like a mantra. His cum now makes a mess on his belly and on your hands, you take a few drops and put them in your mouth before kissing him, making him taste himself.
You laugh, seeing his predicament. "Mhm, did you like that? Was I good at fucking your ass?" You ask, but he just nods, too tired from the overstimulation. You kiss his forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. "Was I too hard on you?" you ask softly, caressing his chest. "No, it was fine," he murmurs and looks you in the eye, smiling softly. "Um, thank you for that, thank you for allowing me to fuck you." You whisper as you leave kisses on his chest. "You're welcome," he replies, laughing softly as he strokes your cheek. You stand up, pulling out of him and smiling at the sight of him destroyed.
"Could I count this as a victory over the much-feared Captain Kuchiki?" You mock. "No, darling." He mumbles, getting up and sitting on the bed. "Hum, what a shame." You laugh and move closer to him, hugging him. "Would you like some water? Or would you prefer a shower?"
Since then, you've certainly fucked this captain of the Kuchiki clan.
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★ -Sad Headcanon and ☠ - angry/violent headcanon for mk1!Kuai Liang?
Sure thing!
★ -Sad Headcanon
There was no time for Kuai Liang to process all what was happening, with Bi-Han’s betrayal, Liu Kang’s secret identity out and their timeline fighting for survival. Father always said to focus on mission and not let emotion get in the way; there is time to act and there is a time to grief, so Kuai Liang put aside all doubts, all sadness ripping his heart and did his best to not be distracted by treacherous feelings.
He was doing fine, as much as a heartbroken man could anyway - even if it wasn't easy to keep a cool head when through the portal connecting numberless timelines walked Titans and their Champions. How to not tremble when the impossible was happening? How not to be amazed by all those gods, with familiar faces, coming together to stand as one against a vile evil that so easily corrupted their world?
(An evil that so greedily took away Bi-Han from him.)
It was an overwhelming sensation - the first spark of hope after so long, so desperate hours warmed his heart more than the fire burning through his veins. For a moment, everything felt right.
And then Kuai Liang heard his brother calling out to him, to hurry up and take a place by his side; heard a voice so full of love for him, so eager to face the challenge, to test their skills against mighty opponent ---
all Kuai Liang could do then is to remember Bi-Han choosing his brothers for Liu Kang’s important mission over many more experienced Lin Kuei warriors. To remember Bi-Han from the snowy fortress asking him and Tomas if they are unharmed, and be so pleased with them both, and Kuai Liang chokes on this memories as those were the last moments of their brotherhood, still untainted by Shang Tsung’s lies and venom ---
but before he could answer yes brother there was another Kuai Liang at Bi-Han’s side. The man had his face, and he spoke with his voice only you brother could find joy in this madness, followed by the heavy sigh that sounded more like fondness than anything else.
But everything else was different, foreign, wrong.
(His Bi-Han too would be eager for a fight, as fighting always pleased him, and Kuai LIang wanted to scream in pain, for the sadness burned his soul beyond reason - but there was no scream, no prayer, not even a curse to mutter.)
All Kuai Liang could do was to watch and see himself - different, cold - proudly standing arm to arm with Bi-Han (not-his brother’s soft face had no trace of anger, even if eyes looked like he saw a living hell. Kuai Liang couldn’t remember when he last saw Bi-Han to smile, let alone laugh).
Kuai Liang always thought he and his brother were close; their bond unshaken and unbroken. But at this moment, it wasn’t Bi-Han’s betrayal that proved him how wrong he was but seeing himself cladded in Sub-Zero’s mantle. To understand there was a timeline in which he could share everything with his brother - the power of ice, the responsibility of Titan, the dream of peace and simple joy of living together.
In that moment Kuai Liang knew that no matter if they win, no matter if Bi-Han comes to his senses, he will never wash away this devastating sense of sadness over brotherhood that was denied to him when the fire filled his veins and forever became an inseparable part of his soul.
☠ - angry/violent headcanon
Father always said after the battle, there should be time to heal, both physically and mentally, however healing was a luxury Kuai Liang couldn’t afford. Not now, when Bi-Han was somewhere out there, conspiring with Liu Kang’s enemies yet always slipping away, avoiding being caught.
The honor demanded from Kuai Liang to avenge father and make amends with the Fire Lord for Lin Kuei’s betrayal. He won't - can’t - rest until he stops Bi-Han, either by talking some sense into his brother, or by force, if needed.
(He knew the weight of duty well - was trained for it since birth - yet it was the first time he couldn’t share this burden with Bi-Han. It felt wrong, it was wrong, but they both made their choices and now needed to live with consequences. Even if it hurted as hell.)
No, Kuai Liang had no time to heal, for he could not stop and allow himself to feel. He needed to keep himself busy, otherwise all the memories of the latest events would flood him and he would drown in a burning sea of anger.
Not just at Bi-Han.
At Liu Kang and himself.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he could recall all the Titans that came to their help. There were plenty of Kuai Liangs yet all had ice in their blood. There were plenty of Scorpions, yet he shared with them only the same mantle and nothing more. Not even their fire felt like his own. The more he wondered about it, the angrier he became at the cruel joke of fate - Kuai Liang could either have the unbroken brotherhood with Bi-Han as a cryomancer or be a Scorpion, but never be both.
And this realization made his blood boil with anger he had never known before. For Liu Kang - his maker - took Bi-Han away from him no less than Shang Tsung’s sweet promises did.
If father was alive, he would have assured him that Liu Kang must have a reason for that and he should never doubt the Fire Lord. Kuai Liang was a dutiful son and respected his father's wisdom.
(And yet, he was not free of doubt. Because Tomas was orphaned and it was not clear to them anymore how much it was Liu Kang’s choice and how much just a pitiful misfortune. Despite himself, despite common sense, Bi-Han’s resentment against god didn’t sound anymore as a mere pride and foolish thirst for power. With each passing day, all the haunting doubts sounded more and more dangerously like his estranged brother and Kuai Liang hated himself for that.)
The problem with fire was that it did not care if it was fed by love or hate. As long as the emotion was there, the fire would not burn out - but if you lost control over your own feelings, the fire would greedily burn hotter and hotter, until there would be only ash left. Kuai Liang still wasn’t sure, who would burn because of this the most - Bi-Han, he or Liu Kang.
(Oh, the Fire Lord kept warning him to control his anger, to not let it consume him. And all Kuai Liang could do was to bitter laugh, because if Liu Kang was so worried, he should not give him the fire in the first place.)
That is why he couldn’t allow himself to stop in search for Bi-Han, in his duties to their new clan. Why he couldn't let all the repressed emotions to catch up with him. He was angry and this burning feeling was beyond his control to cool down.
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Fidelity (Crosshair x Reader)
A/N: I wrote myself into a corner and scrapped my initial ideas for part 2 of Shot Through The Heart. But fear not! For those who wanted more, this is a pseudo-sequel to that fic's premise, updated with all my Season 2 Cross angst. The pay off is worth it, babes.😌
Disclaimer: obviously Crosshair's character arc is still unfolding in Season 2. Writing this on 1/30/23, canon notwithstanding, this is my take on how Imperial S/O Reader and Crosshair would interact after the events of "The Solitary Clone."
Description: Crosshair x Fem!Reader ft. unspoken feelings revealed | Warnings: angst + arguing | Word count: 1,457
★ Bad Batch Tag List ★ @dantes-devil-huntress @sageislostinspring @sweetheart-bo (comment to be added!)
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Imagine The Empire jeopardizing your relationship with Crosshair
Discipline. Order. Peace through sacrifice.
These are the principles you live by and swore to uphold no matter what. You made a pledge to The Empire, to the galaxy, to protect those principles until your last breath. Such a pledge leaves no room for doubt. You thought nothing could shake your faith in that. A lot can change in thirty-two rotations.
For better or worse, your former commander had been on your mind. You'd only spoken in person once since his rescue from Kamino, and that was while he was under medical watch in the hospital, understandably still ill from nearly dying. Then, you had to hear from another squad about your own being disbanded, news that was not accompanied by condolences. All this had challenged your morale, but no stripped rank or new assignment could erase the fact that you had a history with the clone sniper. It's not easy to forget someone who had your back when others did not. Yet between you being transferred to your new squad, being away on your own missions, and Crosshair not answering half of your comm attempts when you did have time to make contact, you hardly knew what had become of him.
Something made tonight different, however. He had reached out to you.
The sun had already set by the time you reached the agreed meeting place, a rooftop overlook near the Imperial Headquarters. You wondered why a conversation couldn't be had on base in either of your quarters, but perhaps it was for the best; you weren't overly enthused by several of your superiors presently. You lean on the railing and look out over the haze of the city lights against the deep purple sky. The breeze tousles the loose hair from your braid against your cheeks.
The sound of the lift doors opening behind you breaks your concentration. Crosshair steps out, clad in his familiar black armor, his rifle noticeably absent. It was strange to see him without it.
He removes his helmet and tucks it under his arm.
"Hey," you greet, trying to veil your concern, "I got your message. Are you alright?'
"Fine," he says, nodding slightly. A brief silence falls between you as he walks to stand by your side.
"You look well," he says, his eyes fixed far beyond the skyline. He retrieves a toothpick from his belt and places it between his lips.
"You're looking better too," you reply, glad to see most of the pallor was gone from his face.
Silence again. Starting a conversation with Crosshair was typically a challenge, but one you liked to rise to.
"I heard you were deployed to Desix," you offer, breeching the uncomfortable subject. The last time you'd spoken, Crosshair had been your commander.
"I was," he confirms, "The former leader there took an Imperial governor hostage, but it wasn't much of a fight. We reestablished order in the system."
"My squad just had a similar mission on Ansion. We encountered a lot of local resistance. Not everyone is on board with the Imperial plan." you remark with a sigh.
"So it would seem," he responds, his tone lower than usual, "They can't see that we do is for the greater good. They can't just run away from the truth."
With those last words, his demeanor had shifted. There was a shade of sorrow in his voice. It was conflict if nothing else, and you could no longer ignore it. Why had he brought you here?
"What's wrong, Crosshair? Why did you want to speak to me?"
He frowns, looking down over the railing, "You're still loyal."
Dread washes over you. "What do you mean?"
"Commander Cody went AWOL after our mission," he replies, offering little insight. He follows this reveal with a scoff, spitting the toothpick out into the abyss.
"Oh," is all you can say as your thoughts spin. You never met him, but most deployed on Coruscant like yourself knew the name and who he'd served under, "Maybe he got tired of being treated like a lesser solider," you observe.
Crosshair quickly turns you, pointing a finger, "Don't tell me you're questioning The Empire, too."
"I didn't say that. I just mean it's not exactly a secret that clones aren't treated the same anymore. Not like the conscripted soldiers and volunteer recruits," you reply, taken aback by his sudden anger, "Things have changed so much just since I was part of your squad. It's bad enough how they treat you, but then took that away on top of it."
"I don't need your pity," he asserts, taking a step back from you.
"I don't pity you, Crosshair. I never have," you argue, feeling your throat begin to tighten. You hadn't been prepared for this kind of firefight. "I'm just sick of how The Empire is treating you. You were missing for over thirty rotations and no one would tell me where you'd even gone."
"Why do you care?" he replies coldly.
His words sting, but you can't hold back your answer. "Do you really not know?"
Recognition flashes in his eyes for a heartbeat, but his fist is still clenched at his side.
"We're soldiers, Y/N. We follow our orders, we complete our missions, we get it done. If we die, that's our lot."
"I know what I signed on for. I accept the sacrifices," you say, standing your ground, "But The Empire doesn't care if you live or die. You're just a number to them."
"How is that any different than The Republic?" he finally snaps, throwing his helmet down, "I am only doing what I have always done!"
You feel your hands start to shake as you go on the offensive, knowing what needs to be said, "The Jedi wouldn't have left you on that platform."
"The Jedi are traitors," he sneers, baring his teeth, "and what you're saying is starting to sound like treason."
"Do you hear yourself? Is that what you truly think of me, after what we've been through?" you exclaim, raising your arms at your sides, "Crosshair, I'm on your side!"
You'd made a precise hit, both of you feeling the impact. His rage froze over, and your eyes began to blur. You turn your back to him, fighting to regain your fracturing composure.
"The war destroyed my homeworld. I lost everything and everyone I ever cared about. The Empire gave me the opportunity to stand up and fight. To help keep that from happening to others across the galaxy. That means everything to me. I'm not about to throw that away," you say, looking back to see his stony expression had softened a bit, "But I also know that the cause we serve doesn't care at all about clones. It doesn't matter that you're the best at what you do. They're waiting for the day that they can drop you all. Kamino is proof of that."
He stares at you in the dim light, visibly weighing your words.
"You're too honorable to see that, but I won't stand by in silence," you declare, your resolve returning, "Yes, I am loyal to The Empire. But I'm also loyal to those have fought and bled by my side."
Walking over to his helmet and picking it up, you extend your arm and offer it to him. He reaches out and takes it, avoiding your gaze. Remorse covers his face, but he doesn't speak.
You had nothing to lose by taking one final shot.
"I don't care if the Imperials found you. I wouldn't have left you to start with."
All your rounds fired, you turn to leave. Instead, you feel a grip on your wrist.
"Wait," Crosshair murmurs, swiftly pulling you back toward him.
Before you can utter another word, you're face to face, and he's closing the distance. You close your eyes as he captures your lips in a heated kiss and circles his arm around your waist. Your heart races as you kiss him back, resting your hands on his chest as you surrender to the embrace.
At last he pulls away, and you're captive in his intense brown eyes.
"Thank you," he says, his voice hardly above a whisper.
He calmly releases his hold on you, putting his helmet on and walking away. As quickly as it'd began, the passionate moment was over. You watch him enter the lift and disappear out of sight, realizing not only that you'd been right about the feelings between you, but knowing also that your heartache had just increased tenfold.
Forget the blasters. This was no longer a training exercise. A detonator had just gone off, and you felt the shrapnel across every inch of your skin.
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One Night With You
~ Part Two ~
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(Mike Schmidt x Reader)
Summary~ After getting your number, Mike takes you out on a date to get to know you better. Read part one here.
Tags~ fluff, Mike is a gentleman aww, surprisingly no smut this time, reader is conflicted on their feelings, character building, Older Mike (Mike is 28 and reader is 20)
Note~ I've had a mean case of writers block lately, apologies for the well overdue update. Shorter fic tbh!!! My attention span is crying for help... This entire thing is pretty much me practicing my dialogue skills. Chapter 3 will definitely have smut, I just really want to build up before we get there ;)
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You drive home with Mike on your mind. It's been hard for you to connect with men lately due to your occupation, generalizing them to being horny and emotionally unavailable creatures. Something in you feels... different about Mike though.
As you reach your apartment you take a deep breath, feeling anxious. You walk in, dropping your bags at the door, and pop in the shower hoping to calm yourself down with a little pampering. After an hour of self care you get a call from Mike. You answer after a few rings, hoping to scope out his vibe a bit more before going out to drink with a random guy you just met.
After the 4th ring he speaks nervously, "H-hey! You got home safe?" He stares up at the ceiling, trying his hardest to speak confidently.
"Yeah! I have to say your bar suggestion sounds awfully tempting right now... you're not one of those dudes right? Yknow the 'I get girls drunk to make them more agreeable' type? Cause I swear to god I'll-"
He cuts you off, "I promise.... I just wanna take you out as a treat after the day you had... we don't even have to drink if you don't want to!" He hopes his words provide a bit of comfort to you. He couldn't imagine how tiring it must be to be a woman in the dating world, having to constantly stay vigilant about the dangers men can pose.
You sigh feeling embarrassed for accusing him of such a terrible thing. "I'm down to hang out now if you're not busy or anything! Which bar were you thinking?" You try to hide the excitement in your voice but the butterflies in your stomach are making it very challenging.
"There's this place not too far from me... I could scoop you and drive us down there, yeah?" He throws his head back and bites his lip to fight back the smile creeping up on his face. Mike can't get the mental image of your beauty off of his mind while talking.
You begin to blush from his raspy voice and reply, "Sounds good!! I'll see you soon then!!!"
"Text me your address and I'll be there asap, okay?"
"Yeah of course! I'm sending it now... lemme know when you get it." You text him your address with adrenaline running through body. Your heart feels like it's going to skip a beat from just talking to him.
"Yeah I got it...I'm on my way, I'll call when I'm outside... can't wait to see you..." Mike says, his voice dripping with elation. He hangs up and starts making his way to your house.
You run to your closet and begin picking outfit options, practically tearing it apart. After finally making your mind up, you apply some makeup and spray your most enticing perfume. You stare at yourself in the mirror, making note of the little details and suddenly feel a little confused on your giddiness. You don't know this guy, he could be some murderer on the prowl for a fresh kill for all you know.
The doorbell rings, you shake your mind of all of your anxious thoughts and make your way down to meet him. He greets you with a smile and presents you with a small bouquet of roses.
"I wasn't s-sure If you liked roses, but I wanted to bring you something as a thank you for even considering me" he mumbles, looking down at his feet. it was adorable seeing someone this shy because of you.
"They're very nice Mike... Thank you. I'm gonna go put these in a vase and then we can head out, hm?" After putting the flowers away you run back to the door, "Ready?"
"Extremely." Mike chuckles. He walks you out to his car, opening the passenger door for you. He gets it and connects his phone to play some music. "Hope you like Nirvana...it's like the only thing I listen to, not to sound like some rock elitist or something!"
You giggle and poke his arm, "Nirvana's fine, but I'm gonna have to put you on to something other than dad rock!" you tease. You watch his hands as he steers the car in the direction of the bar. They're callous and strong, his veins becoming more apparent as he gripped the wheel harder during turns. It's embarrassing to admit you got so turned on from staring his hands, Imagining what they would look like wrapped around your waist or better, your throat.
He pulls into a parking spot and pats your leg, "You're so beautiful, you know that?"
You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and turn away from him to hide your rosy cheeks. "You mean it? Not just saying that to get into my pants Mike?"
"I would never... I definitely mean it, sweetheart"
He opens the door and guides you both into the bar. You hold onto him, arm locked around his bicep. It's a quaint little bar. Dimly lit and cozy, perfect for getting to know each other with the help of a couple shots.
"So... what's your drink of choice? I'm a tequila guy myself, especially with some salt and a lime"
You think for a second, "Hmmmm... I gotta go with Jager! Tastes like cough syrup a bit but the aftertaste isn't too bad"
"Bet." He walks up to the bar and orders the shots, bringing them back to the booth. "I got you a soda too y'know...in case you need a chaser"
"How thoughtful of you Mikey" you say sarcastically. What, does he think you can't take the shot like a big girl? 
He scoffs at the nickname. "I'm just looking out for you! I nearly died from fucking up a shot dude! It came out of my nose and everything." Mike laughs and rubs his nose as if he's having war flashbacks.
You laugh with him and pick up your glass and clink it on his. "Don't let it happen again!" You both tap your shot glasses on the table before knocking them back and sharing a drink of soda.
After a few minutes of small talk, asking the important questions like favorite colors and such, you start to feel the buzz. 
"Much better this time... my nose will live to see another day... or I guess... sniff another day? I don't fuckin' know anymore" He giggles and stares at you.
"S-something on my face?" you slur. A double shot wouldn't usually get you drunk this fast but you hadn't eaten all day, allowing the liquor to hit you harder than normal.
He shakes his head in defense, "Nah... you're just unbelievably hot." It's very clear the alcohol had made him lose his inhabitations.
"I could say the same about you y'know." you flirt back. "One more shot? Or are you scared it'll pour out of somewhere else?" You couldn't help but to snort and giggle at your own joke.
"Very funny little girl... One more won't hurt."
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Not gonna lie...self inserted twice here lmfao (I just turned 20 and JagerMeister is literally the best alcohol on earth).
@honey-eyed-munson this one's for you bbg, I wrote this today because your comment gave me so much inspiration :,)
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★— ⋆｡˚ [02. A Life in the Future]
For Day 19 of Carry on Countdown 23, Sci-Fi. @carryon-countdown
Simon needs work done and there's no place better to get it done than with Basil Grimm-Pitch. If the sodding bastard says yes, that is.
Rated T for cussing and, I think, themes.
This is going to be a series of snapshots of different Simon Snows and Baz Pitches in the greater multiverse. You can find the first "life" here, which was written for Day 3, Alternate Universe.
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“This isn’t a chop shop, you know,” the tech says as soon as Simon Snow slips through the door. He hasn’t even looked up from the prosthetic he’s been working on.
Simon scrunches up his nose in annoyance at the assumption, slipping off his coat all the same. “I didn’t want a chop shop, I need a bioware specialist.”
The tech looks up and squints over at him. He looks at him hard enough that Simon can feel the judging. He looks at him so hard the tech decides he needs to get an even closer look, his eyes shifting as he walks over and takes Simon in, circling him like a predator assessing his worth in meat. “Well, I am a bioware specialist. Sometimes. I don’t think that’s exactly what you’re looking for though.”
“How would you know?” Simon prods, as though he weren’t talking to someone who knew bioware like the back of his hand, probably better than that.
“Because these are illegal,” the tech answers with no hesitation, running a hand over the metal of his wings. Simon knows now that this is definitely the shop owner, Basil Grimm-Pitch, the eyes giving him away, not to mention the impromptu assessment.
“Not all customs are illegal,” Simon argues, “Your eyes aren’t illegal.”
“Not so far as anyone knows, no,” Baz grins as he says it, and Simon supposes it would probably be a lot easier to pass illegal eyes off as legal versus whatever he had going on. “But these wings are. So’s the tail. That’d never pass check in this city. You can’t tell me you get away with it just by covering them up with a coat.”
“Well, no,” Simon admits, “That’s why I’m here, actually.”
“You’ll have to give me a good reason to want to risk my business for your illegal augments.” Baz runs his fingers over the joints in his wings, making them twitch slightly with the touch. “What’s wrong with them?”
“Well, technically nothing,” Simon answers and then makes a great exaggerated face and clenches his fists and looks a good bit more exerted than he should for someone who’s just standing there, sweat beading on his forehead, and then he relaxes again, “Except when I try to fold them against my back like I should be able to. They just don’t anymore.”
“Sounds like a simple issue in the gears,” Basil stepped around front of Simon again, “Are you sure you’re not looking for a chop shop?”
“They’re connected at the nerves, I can’t go to just any chop shop for this. Can’t unhook em, can’t not feel em, they’re just stuck there,” Simon sighed, “Anyway shouldn’t the challenge be enough to incentivize you?”
Basil hums and runs his hand over his chin, considering, “I’ll need my hourly fee. I still need to eat around here, and potentially the cost of discreetly shipping in parts, depending on what you need. Can you afford that?”
Simon pursed his lips, “Maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Maybe. Hard to do jobs like this. Can I loan for it? Or trade for it?” Bartering wasn’t his specialty, but trading was generally alright. Someone always needed something done, and Simon was damn good at doing something when it was most needed.
“I might have a job for you, eventually. Not right now though.” Basil took a step back and gave Simon another look from head to toe and back up again. “Sure, yeah, something could come up. You’d have to stick around till it did though, are you up for that?”
“Nowhere else to go,” Simon admits with a shrug, “You’ll do it?”
“I’ll make an attempt. Removal sounds like not an option, so I’ll make an attempt. You trust me enough to bring in a consultant?” Baz asks as he sits himself back down in his seat, placing a pair of particularly complicated-looking glasses on his nose, picking up where he left off with the prosthetic.
“You need a consultant?” Simon perks a brow as he steps to get a closer look at whatever Basil’s working on. He knows… shit all about any of this. It looks to be… a hand, so far as Simon can tell. Five fingers, a palm, some knuckles, little faux nails… yep, it’s a hand. Beyond that, Simon’s bloody clueless.
“Not really, but a second pair of eyes and/or hands can be helpful in complicated cases like yours though,” Basil answers with an off-handed wave. “Who fucked you up with those augments anyway? Why’d you ask for something so insane in the first place?”
Simon shuffles his feet awkwardly a moment, leaning back and away from Baz. “It wasn’t something I asked for, actually.”
Basil glances up at Simon through those glasses, then over them, a look of understanding passing over his face, and then he refocuses once more on the hand in front of him. “I see,” he says simply, “Well, who botched the job? Do you know?”
“Ah,” Simon relaxes a moment, shrugging slightly, “Well, only what he goes by.”
“What’s he go by then?”
Work names were generally better known anyway, Simon admits to himself, at least most of the time. He wonders a moment over whether or not he should give up the name. At one point in his life, Simon had considered him something of a mentor. Did he want to admit his former mentor had ruined him like this? He’s not entirely sure yet.
He gives the name over anyway, “He goes by the Mage in most circles.”
Basil puts down his tools and takes off his glasses again, zeroing in on Simon’s face. “Are my ears malfunctioning or did you say the bloody Mage?”
Simon furrows his brows a little at that, “Do you have augmented ears?”
“That’s neither here nor there,” Baz dismisses, leaning further forward while he looks Simon down, “Did you say the Mage?”
“Ah,” Simon blinks a little bit, “Yeah, I said the Mage.”
“Oh, I’ll do it for bloody free, I hate that sodding blighter.” Basil shook his head again, regaining his composure just that easily. “You should head in the back for now. I’ve got an expected client in the next half. You’ll not want them seeing you all wings out like that. Most of my clientele are above board, after all.”
“Alright then,” Simon agrees, a little confused. He wasn’t about to protest a free fix though. His legs were already moving him the way towards the door Baz had nodded to, “Anything I should know?”
“Yeah,” Baz answers without looking, “Don’t bloody touch anything. I’ll pop back after we’re clear.”
“I think can manage that...”
“Good. You have a name I can call you?”
“Simon,” he says after a moment’s pause at the door, “Simon Snow.”
“Excellent, Simon. Now you hide in there for a minute. Take a nap or something. We’ll handle those wings, and then maybe we’ll talk more about the Mage, sound alright?” Baz just barely glances back at Simon out of the corner of his eyes.
Simon… wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to talk about the Mage, but he did want that work done. “I’ll tell you what I can. If it’s not enough, I’ll still do that job then?”
“Brill,” Baz turned back again as Simon slipped through that back door and into a wide, open… well… operating room. He wasn’t sure what he should be more confused about: the operating room in what was definitely ‘not a chop shop’ or Basil Grimm-Pitch using words like ‘brill.’
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could i please request Matt (death note) x male reader on a date night? maybe doing something very exciting or adrenaline-seeking like driving fast or climbing up somewhere high, and like typical Matt stuff like smoking n video games. thank you!
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Jarring winds filled your ears, harsh smoke filled your lungs, and relentless butterflies filled your stomach. It was quiet, no one was on the roads at this hour. Most people were sleeping, but not you and Matt. The speed limit was more of a suggestion to Matt at this point, choosing to go at 90 mph.
The smoke from his cigarette barely had enough time to leave through the window. One of his hands was on the steering wheel nonchalantly, guiding the car. His other hand rested on the head of your seat.
"Wanna see how fast I can go?" He looked over at you for a moment, before looking back to the road. He didn't wait for an answer, already knowing what it was going to be, almost letting the pedal touch the bottom of the car. Sure, it was dangerous, either of you could die any second. One wrong move and it was over, but dying could never be worse than living boringly.
"I think you can go faster." He smiled and took your words as a challenge. The gas pedal hit the floor and the car sped up, the butterflies in your stomach growing in size. "Is this fast enough for you, babe?" There was a hint of mania in his voice, feeling high off the world.
You didn't answer at first, instead looking out the window. It was hard to make out the shapes of the trees that littered the border of the highway. Your body almost felt numb, it was peaceful. The wind pricked at your face, and your nose was surely turning red.
"I think if we went any faster, we'd start a fire." You rolled up your window, feeling the cold air of the dark night begin to make you shiver. The harsh sound against your ears muffled. Matt laughed at your remark and slowed down to the proper speed limit when he saw a car ahead.
He wasn't afraid of going to jail or getting a ticket, but he knew he'd be in more trouble with Roger than with the cops. Plus, he'd rather not get you in trouble with the cops with him.
It was silent, the wind not as strong now that the car wasn't going as fast. Matt's cigarette was smoked to the bud, but he had refused to put it out just yet, savoring it as much as he could. Matt's hand fell from its spot on the head of the seat and into your hair, playing with it gently.
"You have soft hair." It was absentminded, and he didn't think you could even really hear him, but you did, and you smiled, letting yourself lean into his touch, relishing the moment before it was inevitably over.
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Anonymous said: Do you and Launchpad bond over feeling you’re not as smart as most people?
"Uh, we bond over a lot of cool stuff. I dunno that I'd say that's on the list, though."
"I mean, I don't... I'm as smart as people. Not as smart as Huey, maybe, but he's a genius! And Louie's really clever, but... I mean, even if I did feel stupid, Launchpad is super confident. He's way more proud of the stuff he's good at than insecure about the other stuff. So I try to be like that, too. And then we can bond over things that make us happy. Which I think is way better than being sad together."
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I WOULDN’T DREAM OF IT
Chapter 1 - Make Breakfast
Black!Carol Danvers x Maria Rambeau
Ft. Monica Rambeau
Not at ALL canon compliant, I just want my wives to be happy this time around (yes, Carol is BLACK in this series and if you don’t like that then don’t read it baby. Hope that helps. 💋)
CW: Mentions of separation and emotional pain, angsty but soooo much fluff, parenthood, lost memories, slight mentions of homophobia but nun too serious, dreaming/day dreaming/remembering, LOTS OF GAY YEARNING, implied mommy/daddy issues, soooooo much exposition LMFAO so sorry for the long paragraphs but that's just how I write lol. Less is not more this time, more is more, so lets all just indulge in some lovesick lesbians. 🥹 in my head they have such a lifeee together, I want to explore it! I want them to be fully rounded people, at least more than we usually get to see in the MCU. also, lets enjoy a fucking happy ending for these two for once PLS (fuck marvel, she will never die). They're happy, Black and Queer and that's all that matters okay!!!!
Word Count: 8,004 🫣
LINK TO AO3!
A/N: I pretty much already laid everything out but thank you so much for taking time out of your day to read something I wrote. I hope it can help ease your mind or at least give you a break (who doesn't love some good ol' escapism lmao). Take care of yourself, drink some water pls and stay safe. I hope you enjoy. 💗
(Also pls ignore any formatting issues, I wrote this on my laptop so it looks different on the app😭 sorry y’all!!)
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The August heat had no challenge sneaking its way through the dimly lit room and in-between the two women, who also had no problem sticking to each other. The closer, the better, they both agreed without having too. It had been nearly silent sans the soft howl of the wind and the sound of breathing coming from the two, for at least 45 minutes now, maybe longer. The brown skinned woman pressed against the superhero's chest stirred softly as the wind kissed her sweet, relaxed face gently, not seeming to wake her. Nows the time, the hero thought to herself as she skillfully snuck from under the woman and placed her gently on her side, tugging her own pillow under her arm to replace her body and pulled the sheet over her nearly bare shoulders. She almost planted a kiss on her forehead but forced herself against it.
She tiptoed, almost comedically, around the edge of the bed and past the open window. She was mindful with every step, intentionally avoiding the floor boards she memorized, knowing they would creak and wake the sleeping woman. She made it nearly to the door before she was startled and exhaled sharply.
"Don't you even think about leaving yet, Danvers."
The still half sleep but always on point Maria shoots at the woman attempting to sneak out the bedroom door, still in the position her spouse lovingly placed her in without even opening her eyes or turning around to face the woman. A move she's pulled on both Carol and Monica many times, to their utter frustration and to her own satisfaction. Her voice is raspy and playful, but holds a level of something that neither are ready to fully acknowledge, yet.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Rambeau. Just have to pee."
Carol winked out as she continued her step forward as she hears Maria accept this answer and shift back to comfort, less careful to avoid the creaking floor boards this time. The hero in her scolds herself for being able to take down entire intergalactic warships without alerting anybody on board before its too late - but yet again, she can't get one over on the sleeping woman. She scoffs and relaxes her shoulders as she walks through the upstairs halls, lightening her steps as she passes Monica's room. She smiles inward, seeing "Lt. Trouble" still scribbled near the bottom on the door in blue crayon. No one had the heart to clean it off, nor felt the need to either.
God, she missed this. She missed her family. She missed her, and how warm and natural it felt to just be Carol Danvers. She also missed not leaving behind a trail of disappointment and anxiety for her family to pick up after her. They did their best but how was anybody supposed to balance life, the military, parenting and being a tween with... well, a literal supernova? Not to mention the things they were purposefully not mentioning.
Carol felt herself losing her grip on the stress she had been pushing down for what felt like years but especially the past few days as her return to earth approached, as she sat in the bathroom, long since having peed and washed up. She sat on the edge of the bear claw tub they had dreamed about having together when Monica was first born. They were both so excited when they had found a house that had one. The perfect home. They had always talked about living together when they were growing up, happy to be able to put their military salaries together and buy a house instead of living in barracks or renting apartments like they did in college. Maria, still just her "friend" at the time (although she wasn't sure what they were now, after everything, she thought), said she always wanted to be able to give her child a 'proper' bath like her mother had given her growing up. Rubber ducks and all. It was one of her only happy memories growing up. Carol herself, felt delighted that any child, but especially one who was lucky enough to be coming from this woman, would be treated so lovingly. She was earnest to make all of Maria and Monica's dreams come true, even before she could shoot fire or whatever from her hands. Carol and Maria shared an unspoken agreement with each other while she was pregnant with Monica, and probably long before that. It won't be like how it was for us. We won't let her grow up not knowing she's loved, not knowing someones there to protect her.
She ran her fingers along the curved porcelain edge, remembering how it felt to take baths as a family, even before they knew that's what they really were. Monica's hair curling tight, smelling like the soft baby shampoo Maria was gently rubbing through her hair. The soft kisses they left on her face. The soapy smiles they shared, scrunched up in their bathing suits trying to fit comfortably even though there really wasn't enough space. Not daring to let it ever be anything more than a smile or a laugh. Until they did. Until everything was covered in soap and love. Carol didn’t remember that part yet.
It had taken the pair a long time to realize exactly what they were doing, which frustrated most people who spent more than two seconds around them. They were both well respected for the most part for being women in the armed forces, and widely well liked for their similar and yet somehow opposite personalities. Both so bold and daring. Their differences balanced them out, making them the perfect team - perfect for each other, most people agreed. Despite the times, somehow they both seemed to evade the homophobia of both the armed forces and their peers. Even most of the neighborhood was waiting on them to just say it, do it, be what they already were. Yet, both of them being too stubborn for their own good and equally oblivious, persisted - mainly to themselves - that they were just good friends, copilots and roommates. After Monica was born, they were all of that and coparents but in a 'best friend' way, whatever that meant. They never humored the conversations, they didn't even stick around to hear them - which was quite the feat, being that the entire town was having the conversation for them. They couldn't, though, could they? If they listened too long, if they looked too closely at the thought, daring to touch the idea even slightly, even just to make a joke out of it - they both knew they would crumble. Because it wasn't a joke, it wasn't something they could continue to ignore then. It would end up being only one of two things, in their shared minds:
It could have been nothing. Maybe one felt these things and the other just, didn't. Maybe one of them really was a deplorable, hellbent sinner as they had both been taught but never agreed with, and maybe the other one was just a good, innocent woman, unaware to her friends inner workings. Maybe, maybe, maybe. But finding out, for a long time, felt too much of a risk. The rejection would burn them too much. Neither wanted to risk losing what they did have, the home in each other they both desperately needed. They had been best friends since they were 6, Carol being just a few weeks older but never letting the other forget it - though no one ever believed her. April and May. Just a few sunrises and sun sets separated the days they were born. They were instantly joined at the hip as much as they could be. Maria always carried herself in a more grounded way, but always loved Carols way of always being a million feet off the ground. They both were secretly jealous of the years other people had with them as girls, that they didn't get to have together. 6 years of being on earth and not knowing of the other felt like an injustice, especially now after everything that had happened - another 6 years that kept them apart. Their time together on this planet was so, so precious to both of them. They both always wanted more. Which was why neither was willing to risk what they had already made together. Truth is, they had loved each other since the moment they met. It changed, over time, in different ways. But it was always there, waiting to be what was always meant to be. That's what scared them. So they didn't look too closely, and they played pretend for years. Growing from girls who looked at each other too long, to teens who held hands when they walked, to women who fought for each other tooth and nail at every instance, to who they were before the accident and who they were now. They had a life and they wanted to keep it safe. It was their most precious thing, aside from Monica, who made it all the more important.
But, neither could really ever commit to that way of living either. Neither wanted to face the possible rejection but neither wanted to give up on the prospect of possibility number two, either; The 'maybe' that said "I can't imagine a life where loving you is the wrong thing. A life where you are not for me and I am not for you, wholly, in every conceivable way. I can't imagine a life without you, at all". The one where they kissed and breathed into eachother and finally touched - not for too long but not for long enough no matter how much time it was, and it worked and the heavens opened up and the stars all shined brighter and space and time and everything else stopped mattering - nearly stopped existing if not to give them a world to live in together, and it was just them. It was always just them. It was always just her, they would both think. They would both know.
Needless to say, once they finally caught on (or were forced into each other, perhaps), no one batted an eye or said a word to the contrary. Finally, they all agreed, things were as they should be. It was a good few years, everything was right. But then the accident happened and everything changed, all over again.
Carol laughed to herself, reminiscing back as far as her sleep deprived mind would take her. Thinking about all the times she had made herself stupid or awkward around Maria, despite how comfortable they both were with each other - forgetting that the woman already knew how she felt. Forgetting that she was the one who had forgot what they were to each other. How she fumbled around trying to be Monica's parent, without ever being asked to - without ever being asked not to, she affirmed to herself every chance she could. Monica was her daughter to the same degree that she was Maria's, the woman always reminded her.
"Just because you didn't pop her out doesn't mean she isn't yours. Look at her, she's just like you! I will not take responsibility for all of it!" Maria would say, laughing that sweet laugh whenever Monica would act up or do something so Carol-like. An earnest laugh, hoping Carol would not just hear her but know she was telling the truth.
Carol sighed, standing up and looking in the mirror. She was tired, in ways that sleep wouldn't fix, but she did feel sleepy. She ran cool water over the backs of her hands, trying to give herself reprieve from the heat in the air. She dried her hands on towels with all of their colorful names messily embroidered into them (one of Maria's hobbies while she was pregnant) and rubbed over them with her thumb. She was grateful to have so much to remember, she thought. It must have been a rich life, so full of love. She could tell, even before the memories had started coming back. The love was built into the home, every inch held a part of her that she just had to look at, pick up, feel. They had never let her go. She smiled and felt a pang of longing run through her as she let the towel go. She walked back down the hall and made her way to her bed. Made her way home.
"Took you long enough. C'mere."
Maria said, not asking but telling, sleepiness filling every word. She grabbed at Carol's collar and tugged, not entirely gently but not rough either. Carol laughed as she laid down, facing her best friend and scooting under the light sheet with her back to the breeze as it wrippled against the teeshirt she found in the things Maria had pulled out the closet for her. She used to keep Carol's things in the dresser with hers, like they used to be, but it felt too painful after a while. Now she just wasn't ever sure how long the woman would be staying and made the excuse to herself that she needed the space for her own things, when really she just didn't want to have another physical reminder of the woman's absence as the days passed and piled into months. They hadn't slept in the same bed in so long, but even through the obvious ignoring they were both doing about where their relationship stood, they both felt comfortable enough (or maybe desperate enough) to cuddle. They had always slept together, even as kids, whenever they could. It had helped them both get through a lot of tough things as girls, and they kept close to each other all throughout the years they spent growing up. Their sleep overs were sacred to them, they would build forts and pretend they were living in far away places - away from what life was like for them where they were, grateful to have each other. Their second semester in college they finally beat down the housing office to just let them share a room, figuring it made sense since they both slept in each others room nearly every night anyways. They had pushed their beds together the whole rest of their time in school, only moving them apart for the one big argument they had. How silly, they both thought at the same time, not knowing they were both reminiscing in the same direction.
"I thought you were asleep."
Carol prodded, kicking her socks off.
"You always think I'm asleep before you try to sneak out."
Maria teased, eyes still closed but her hand finding it's way to Carols forearm, trying not to squeeze.
"I mean, you were snoring. Were you not asleep?"
"Hey! I don't snore. And yes, but that's besides the point. You just suck at sneaking out, you always did."
Maria nudges Carol playfully, knowing she would get a response.
"Alright now, you try sneaking out of a preachers house in the middle of the night. That second story jump was no joke on my prepubescent knees! I didn't even have my powers! And you do in fact snore, hate to break it to ya'."
Carol returns the nudge, mindful to be 'human gentle' not 'super human gentle' as both Maria and her daughter would say. This created a small space between them that both were ready to fill. Maria did first, per usual, eyes opening to smirk.
"Whatever you say, Danvers. What's your excuse now? Aren't you supposed to be like... light on your feet?"
She laughed, pulling herself into the woman in front of her without a beat. She didn't need any extra breathing room. The multiple galaxies she was used to having between them had been much more than enough for her. She decided to let any awkwardness that was between them from earlier in the night when dinner was over and Monica went to bed sit on the sidelines for now, they could deal with it tomorrow. She knew she should've brought it up, but she settled for hearing about Carol's adventures and missions instead. She listened for as long as she could stay awake, trying to balance her awe with her jealousy quietly. Right now, she was sleepy and needed the comfort only Carol could provide.
"Very funny. How do you even do that? One second you're asleep, the next second you're catching me in the act. Are you hiding some super powers I should know about?"
Carol laughed, wanting to talk more, selfishly. They were both tired and Maria had work tomorrow that she couldn't get out of, but they were both tired of not being with each other even more.
"I don't need super powers. I'm a mother, sweetheart."
Maria said matter-of-factly, rubbing her hand over Carol's then turning over and scooting her back against the woman, making herself the little spoon. Once again leaving no space. It was almost too familiar for both of them. Carol had to fight the urge to touch her in places, in ways, that friends wouldn't. She settled her hand on the woman's side respectfully, not knowing Maria was yearning for more than that, even if it was just a little more.
"How come I didn't get those mama powers then? Is it biological?"
Carol jokes, pulling Maria impossibly closer without thinking, resting her chin on the woman's shoulder. She wasn't sure about it while being completely sure at the same time. Maria didn't bat an eye, thankful for the contact. "This is normal, I can be normal. She's just Carol. Just the same, just also not. Keep it light, Rambeau." She reminded herself with an exhale before she spoke.
"Dont’cha think you have enough powers? Plus, you're basically a child anyways. You and Mon' are more alike than anyone could've imagined."
The brown skinned woman answered, rubbing her thumb over Carol's hand in a circle mindlessly. Trying to fight the sleep weighing her eyes down just as much as she fought the urge to turn over, pull the woman in and kiss her so deeply. She felt Carol's breath on her skin and reveled in it. God, I missed this, she thought.
"Ha, I'll let that one slide for tonight. I guess I'll just have to work on my sneaking skills."
She resigned happily, knowing the woman was right (although she would be hearing about it tomorrow), but also knowing Maria was more of a superhero than anyone she had ever met, including literal superheroes. She let out a breath and shuffled to get comfortable, leaving a soft whisper of a kiss on Maria's shoulder, no more than the idea of it as her lips grazed her skin every so slightly and pulling her in close again, chest to impossibly soft back.
"Good luck, Captain Marvel. I can always feel you coming and I can always feel you leaving."
Maria said, half awake. They both knew she was only half joking, for the sake of the night. It stung them both in a deep, hidden away part of their hearts. They were both so much more than tired.
"I missed you, Rambeau."
Carol whispered, almost too low, not sure if she wanted the woman to hear her or not. She was almost sure she hadn't.
"More than you even know, Danvers."
Maria replied just as quietly, finally letting sleep take hold of her body. She hoped she would dream something sweet, sweet enough to hold her over until she could wake up and finally be next to the woman she loved. A morning she prayed for every day, even if it might not ever be the way it was. Even if they were never lovers or girlfriends or partners or whatever they were again, this could be enough for her, she thought. She missed her friend just as much as she missed the woman she wanted to marry, so it would have to be enough. She hoped, knowing she had to make herself believe it.
Carol fought her sleep, trying to take in every moment, counting every breath they took in unison, trying to memorize the faint constellations of freckles on Maria's skin. She missed the way she smelled, the way she felt, the way she looked at any angle. The weight of her body against her own. She wasn't sure what she was going to say or do tomorrow, feeling the same weight she had felt all those years of not knowing. She wasn't sure what she knew and what she didn't anymore, but she knew she didn't want to lose what she had just gotten back, even if it meant playing pretend again. She would do it every day for the rest of her life, if it meant she could be with Maria and Monica in any way. She sighed to herself, having to let it just be what it is in the moment. She didn't want to miss even a second more than she already had. But even super humans need to sleep, so she drifted off slowly, giving up the fight eventually knowing she would wake up and still be there. She was finally home. Finally.
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The sun beating through the window was unforgiving to both women's desire to sleep in and pretend the world wasn't waiting for them. Much like the two of them, greeting the day felt opposite for once. Maria would drag herself through her day of dealing with white men in suits and making more decisions than any one person should really be making (but she was the best one to do it, whether the men agreed or not - although, the smart ones did), longing as usual to make it home. At least today she would have the excitement of making it home on a Friday evening after a longer than ever week, to not only her daughter who was on summer break for a few more weeks, but to her person. Carol, on the other hand, would take on the somewhat daunting responsibility of taking care of a small human tween (which should be easier than a non human child, right?) who just happened to be her daughter, and any other domestic duties about the house and the land. She was grateful for this level of domesticity, eager to wash dishes, do laundry, mow some grass and make her best attempt at cooking for her and Monica. Although, a part of her did feel intimidated. Sure, she could do pretty much anything but she hadn't just been a stay at home mom in a long time. A lot of the time she did spend doing it, pre-powers, she was still fighting to remember. She was happy as the memories made their way back to her, triggered by smells and sounds, old pictures and falling back into routines like muscle memory. She had most of it back, it had been a few years since everything happened. But she was excited when something new (or really, just old) popped back into her mind. She always wrote them down, secretly, making sure she would never lose such precious moments again. As the light made its way across her face, she didn’t want to give into the brightness she felt disrupting her sleep. She wanted just a little more.
She dreamt of Monica running through a wide field, sun shining and bubbles blowing into the air. She was younger, in the dream, than she was now. Carol felt bittersweet at the time she had missed but grateful that her daughter was growing, existing in such an unapologetic way. As Monica ran through the field, Carol watched her, aviators blocking the bright sun as she sat on the steps of their home, arms behind her as she thought of all the ways life was perfect in this moment. Maria walked out the screen door with drinks in her hand. A way too sweet lemonade for Monica and Carol, a lemon iced tea for herself. She bent down and kissed Carol on the top of her head, sitting next to her and handing her a drink. Carol sipped it, tasting a familiar sweetness as she pulled her sunglasses over her head, resting them in her soon to be tangled hair. Maria could make even the simplest things taste so good, she thought to herself, never having to say a word. They laughed as Maria called Monica over, before sipping her own drink. They looked up at each other with such knowing eyes, longing for connection. In this dream, there was no confusion, there was no awkwardness or uncertainty of certain boundaries. They leaned in to each other, ready to kiss as they both had a million times before, just as Monica skipped over and said "ewwww" and giggled in the way only she could. She sat between them and they all looked up at the setting sun, normal and happy and sure of all of it. Monica leaned her head on Carol's knee and sang whatever song she had learned in school that day. The mother's both filled with joy, bubbling up over top of them and pouring out of them. They were happy. They leaned in and kissed, finally, and it was as if nothing could ever be wrong.
As the sun broke through the drafty curtains and the shadows moved across the room letting the light sprawl across the women, Maria began to stir. She always woke up before her alarm clock, always against her will. She had been like that forever. This morning though, she didn't roll over to turn it off before it went off. She was just becoming aware of how softly entangled she was with Carols body, gratefully taking in the way the woman's skin meshed with her own. Through sleepy eyes she almost couldn't tell where hers ended and Carol's began. It was nice. Nicer than nice. It was right again. As it should be, she thought. She smoothed her hand over Carol's shoulder, realizing they had found their way to facing each other through the night. They were both sort of sweaty from the heat but unrelenting in holding each other, making sure most parts of them were touching no matter what. She looked over the woman, eyes running over the contours of her face and down her body, landing on her hips and running back up again to her bed head. No matter how many times Maria bought her a scarf or bonnet, she wouldn't wear it. She always said she couldn't sleep if she felt restricted, even though she would complain about having to detangle her curls every day. But she knew there was no way she was doing all that in space before and after every mission, she thought with an internal laugh. She was sure she just wanted easier access for Maria's fingers to find their way in and rub her head every night when she was home, just like it was before she was a space cadet. Besides, they slept like they were tied in a knot together - neither ever felt restricted then. She made a mental note to braid her hair back later, so at least she could avoid the tangles - even though she knew she would have to do it over and over again as it grew frizzy in the southern humidity. She tried to remember what she had dreamed about as she continued looking at the woman. She always dreamt about the two of them, sometimes it was good and sweet like them sitting on the front steps together watching Monica play, sometimes it was scary and dark, like the day she lost her all over again. No matter what it was, she always dreamed vividly when Carol was away - like she was living the moments herself. It had both helped and hindered her grieving, so lucidly living two lives: one where Carol was hers always, and one where she was still hers but wasn't there. Wasn't anywhere, she was afraid of for so long. She would wake up sweating with tears down her face every time, sometimes happy tears and sometimes not, but they always puddled in her when she regained consciousness, breaking the dam she built every day to contain herself. But whenever Carol did return to their house, it was like nothing could be sweeter or more real - sometimes even more daunting - than having her home, so she never dreamed when she slept in the same house as the woman, even when she tried. She was slightly startled out of her thoughts when Carol spoke up in her slightly raspy but almost innocent sleepy voice that Maria loved so much.
"Take a picture, it'll last ya' longer, ma'am."
She smirked at Maria with only one eye half way open, vision still blurry. Maria smiled big, white teeth on full display before she rebutted.
"That's my line. You always tryna be like me."
She said, pretending to flip her hair over her shoulder even though it was wrapped in her signature lilac satin scarf. It was her favorite color, even though no one ever expected it to be. No one ever expected her to be as soft as she was, for a lot of reasons, but mainly because she would never let them. No one but Carol, and even sometimes her too. The color reminded her of her mother, and she held onto it with both hands.
Both women smiled while Carol rubbed her eyes with one hand, holding Maria's with the other to the woman's surprise.
"Who wouldn't wanna be just like thee one and only Maria Rambeau."
Carol replied sincerely, planting a kiss on her hand. Maria felt a warm blush run over her face, a feeling no one else could produce in her. They locked eyes for a moment before Maria broke it.
She remembered that she had to go to work and her alarm would go off any second. She remembered that Carol would have to leave again, probably soon although they hadn't talked about it yet. She had only gotten home last night, just in time for dinner, with flowers in her hand that she had probably picked from some unsuspecting person's garden and a big smile. She also remembered the elephant in the room. They hadn't talked about their relationship, neither wanting to waste a moment together or risk Monica hearing them. They hadn't kissed or been intimate either, in far too long for both of them although they would never let on, unsure of where they stood though they both longed for each other in ways they couldn't even find enough words to describe if they tried. They had been too occupied on whatever was going on in front of them every time they had the chance to see each other since Carol came back. They had both been nervous to approach the subject, and had thus settled for somewhat awkward but 100% needy hugs and cheek kisses so far. Maria had all but tackled the woman when she first came home, after she was sure it was okay for her to embrace her. Even the last few times Carol was home, it had only been for a day or maybe two here and there every few months and after a while it had been almost a year. Carol made it home this time just 6 days shy of 12 months away. She had sent Monica and Maria flowers on their birthdays (quite strange to call some obscure flower shop in Louisiana from a communication device that could call almost anybody in the universe). All three had been surprised she even remembered their birthdays, let alone her own. They had lit a candle and blown it out together for Carol on her birthday, both sadly eating a cupcake and watching sit coms together that night. Maria had let Monica stay up later than normal out of sympathy for the young girl and maybe more so out of not wanting to be alone on a day they usually spent together for the past few decades. The flowers had notes promising to celebrate their birthdays when she made it back across the universe, addressed to 'Lt. Trouble' and 'The only Taurus I'll ever like, Captain Rambeau' which got a somber but real laugh out of both of them. But before all that, it was 6 years in-between when Carol went missing (or "died" as the Air Force liked to refer to it). Carol took a few weeks to even question if they were ever 'more than friends', so Maria played her part as the woman's best friend as she had for many years before. Carol was only brave enough to ask once, after they had hugged and already said their 'see ya laters'. Something in the way they embraced made her look at the woman and remember. She remembered more then than she had ever been able to. She placed a nervous hand on Maria's face and touched their foreheads together, desperate to understand, letting a tear roll down her cheek. She had started to ask but it got stuck in her throat, so Maria had wiped her cheek and gave her that all knowing smile. "Shh. Don't. We'll figure it out later. Go save the world, or the Universe. I'll be here when you get back, baby." She had whispered it so Monica wouldn't register it but she probably had. As they parted, Carol turned away and lifted off, knowing she had to rip herself away that very instance or she may never take flight again. Only turning back once she was far in the air, but not too far to look down and see Monica and Maria still standing there, holding each other while Monica pointed up at the sky. All Carol could manage was a final wave before she left the atmosphere faster than she could think.
Baby sat in Carol's mind for months after the fact, replaying it every free second she had. It played in Maria's too. She wasn't sure if she should've said it but she needed to say something or she thought she might drown in the thick Louisiana air. She missed her partner more than she had been really been able to endure, but at least she had her friend back, she reminded herself, so she did. She pushed forward, every day, knowing at least her Carol was out there somewhere and she'd have another chance. At least Monica had two parents again, kind of. Now, even though they hadn't talked about it, they had eased back into a different type of relationship, it just still wasn't exactly the same. It was and wasn't enough for the both of them. But it was also hard to purposefully face more difficult things when there was years worth of catching up to do, a shared daughter to raise, and entire galaxies between them more often than not. Most times Carol was home, all their time went to just being a family for as long as they could from sun up to the inevitable sun down.
Remembering all of this sent a small shiver up her spine and she refocused. She playfully pushed the woman's shoulder trying to break the tension she was sure they both felt and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed right before her alarm went off. She felt flustered and borderline frustrated that Carol could be so goddamn charming even when she wasn't trying to be. Even with bed head and only partly aware of who she even was. She turned the alarm off after one beep and sighed, leaning her head back and yawning.
Carol missed her body being next to hers, aching at the abrupt disconnection between their skin. She watched as Maria pulled on an old oversized Air Force teeshirt over her bra and stood up, putting on her her pajama shorts with Santa on them that they had all pulled out last night with Monica, and started stretching. She knew why Maria pulled away, equally aware that there was much between them that needed tending too. She too, didn't want to keep living like they weren't even just a little bit more than friends, like they used to - only this time they both knew it wasn't true. Carol did remember somethings, she remembered - no, she knew what it felt like to be in love, to kiss, to be more than this. Only know, neither knew if that's what the other wanted back anymore, if the feelings remained. Carol was truthfully not even sure she was remembering correctly but she so badly hoped she was. So much time had passed, maybe things had changed in more ways than what was visible. It was almost worse, that way, wasn't it?
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While Maria was in the shower and getting ready, Carol made her way downstairs. Monica was still asleep but she would be up soon, always getting up just a bit after Maria did even when she was on break from school. She always said she didn't want to miss any 'explorin'' time, which could mean a plethora of things knowing Monica.
Carol walked down the stairs and looked out the front door, rubbing her eyes to adjust to the light. The sun was just fully making its way to the sky, creating moving shadows across the living room through the windows. It was beautiful. The house was so still, but so full of comfort. She walked over the the front door and looked out, opening the first door and then peaking her toes out the screen door. The days heat wasn't yet fully upon them, and she could smell the dewy grass all around them. Out of all the expansive space and all the planets she had seen, there was nothing like a deep southern morning to make you remember how beautiful things can be, she thought.
She questioned with herself whether she should check the mail, not sure if it was appropriate for her to do so. She knew there wouldn't be anything for her, as most of the people on the planet that even knew she existed either thought she was dead or forgot about her entirely. For a moment, she felt a wave of grief roll through her. She wanted normal again for the first time in a long time. She would even settle for the not really normal 'normal' that the Air Force provided. She would settle for a piece of mail, waiting for her to open, sitting in the mailbox she shared with her companion and child. Even if it was just jury duty or some scam trying to get her to get a credit card. She wanted it all back so bad, sometimes it made her forget why she ever left the planet in the first place. How much more justice did she have to bring to the universe before she could just be a human again? She reveled in what mundane life could be like, how exciting the not exciting routine of working a regular job, taking a kid to school and watching tv could be. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the thoughts. It was too early in the day to have an existential crisis.
Thankfully, she turned around when she heard smaller feet pitter pattering against the hardwood floors upstairs and making their way down each stair not so gracefully. She smiled and nearly teleported over to the stairs to catch Monica before she jumped, as they always did. She lifted the girl, zooming her around the living room like she was flying. The once still room was now filled with matching giggles from both of them, just affirming Maria's comment about the two of them being almost too much alike to not actually be related.
"Good morning, Lt. Trouble! What's on the agenda today?"
Carol asked as she made her way into the kitchen and sat Monica on the edge of the counter top with a sound effect.
"Reporting for duty, Captain! Today's agenda includes catching more frogs and naming them, finishing my blueprints for my next invention, and climbing the big tree!"
Monica exclaimed, somehow still giggling. She kicked her feet back and forth as she sat, looking up at the woman before her with eyes bigger than they'd ever been. She was purely happy to have her mother home, and had no intention of leaving her side - which meant Carol would just have to catch the frogs and climb the tree, all while offering supportive feedback on the next Rambeau invention. Carol smiled at this, knowing all too well she had a busy day ahead of her. She always struggled to say no to both of the Rambeaus' in her life.
"Is breakfast on the agenda, too?"
Maria asked with a laugh, walking into the kitchen and leaning against the counter top next to Monica.
"Uhhh, sure but only if youuu cook it mama."
Monica says, trying not to hurt Carol's feelings but being authentic.
"Ouch! Is my cooking really that bad?"
Carol half laughs, half interrogates the pair in front of her. They both look at each other and somehow wince and smile at the same time. Maria points to the scorch marks above the stove left in wake of Carol's last attempt to cook dinner. It was Spaghetti, mind you. Carol laughs defeatedly.
"Hey! You can't prove it was me! Plus it came out good!"
"Yeah, after I remade it!"
Maria laughs out loud.
"Oh hush. It'll be good! I'll make my famous pancakes for you, and you'll both love them! Isn't that right Lt. Trouble?"
Monica looks at Maria, who just shrugs with a smile that says "good luck kid", before she answers.
"Give it your best shot, Captain."
She says with a smile. Carol accepts it, knowing they're right. As she laughs, she turns to the cupboards and looks around for pancake mix. Monica whispers to her other mother who is staring lovingly at Carol's back, watching her shirt lift up in the back as she reaches up to find what she's looking for.
"If I eat mama's breakfast, can I watch extra tv tonight?"
Maria fights back a laugh before nodding silently.
"I have super hearing too, remember?"
Carol says without turning around, still shuffling through the cabinet. Maria and Monica chuckle as Maria tussles Monica's hair and walks over to the other side of the kitchen.
"Wrong cabinet, Captain."
Maria teases as she turns on her coffee machine that she prepped the night before. Carol smiles and Monica grabs a new box of cereal from the cupboard above her and jumps down to sit at the table and starts solving the puzzles on the back.
Everything is good, its calm and lighthearted. Carol starts measuring ingredients (a few too many for boxed pancake mix) and starts whipping them together. Monica is sure that Carol added too many eggs, which she didn't really need to use but insists that it makes them fluffier, and continues with her puzzles. Maria looks through paperwork while she waits for her coffee. Once it's done brewing, she walks over to the cupboard that's right next to Carol and reaches up to grab her favorite mug. Carol's eyes meet the woman's chest as she reaches up and she almost doesn't look away. When she does, she hopes Maria hadn't caught her looking. She did, of course. She never misses a beat, but she chooses not to address it for how it might undo her whole morning routine. She daydreams about the woman pulling her in by her waist while she's reaching up, picking her up and kissing her. Rolling against the counter. She misses how they used to start their mornings, before Monica was awake. Passionate but slow, never rushing through movements even though they both risked being late. Maria shakes her head as she catches Carol's eyes on her way back down, daring to peak back at her again in an attempt to mask the first time. They both offer up soft and innocent smiles before carrying on. Carol whips the batter a little harder, almost too hard, feeling the whisk crack in her hand. At the same time, Maria spills a bit of coffee on her hand as she walks away, fighting to steady herself against her own thoughts. Monica watches them, laughing to herself as they both try to clean up their little messes.
"Allllrighty, first ones in."
Carol excites as she pours batter into a way too hot pan, hearing it sizzle. Everyone knows its going to burn, but Carol will make the excuse that its the first pancake and they all do that. Maria give a reassuring "mhm" over her mug as she chuckles, trying to support the woman. Monica will point out that Maria's never burn, and they'll all laugh while Carol ignores it, fidgeting away with the spatula.
When she pours the second one, she makes a cute M shape. It's messy but you can clearly make out what its meant to be, for the most part, and that's enough of a triumph for her. While it cooks, she pulls out a baby blue plate and the syrup from the cabinet she was in before and sets them on the table for Monica.
"Voila! Special delivery for Lt. Trouble!"
She slides the misshaped, almost burned but not quite pancake onto the plate with a big cheesy smile. A smile Maria takes in fully while she can, while Carol's focus is on Monica. Monica claps and digs in, opting to rip it up with her hands and dip it into the syrup rather than use a fork. Carol slides her a napkin.
"Wow! It actually tastes like food!"
Monica congratulates Carol, not meaning it to be a backhanded compliment like how it sounds, and lands a genuine a high-five on the woman's bigger hand.
"You know what? I'll take what I can get!"
Carol laughs.
"Can I whip you up a magical pancake, Captain Rambeau?"
Maria smiles, finishing her coffee and checking her watch. She was almost running late, which almost never happens. She was almost thankful to avoid another one of Carol's creations, but she would eat the pancake too if it meant she had more time with her girls.
"I'll have to take a raincheck. I gotta head out. Seems like the world always needs saving."
She smiled apologetically, walking over to place her empty cup in the sink. She leans down and plants a kiss on Monica's forehead, pulling her hair back from her face. She looks up to see Carol already looking at her, unsure of how they should part ways. Would a hug be too much? The kiss they both wanted danced between them, but they wouldn't dare. Monica watched them over her plate, interested to see how they would handle this too. She remembers more than Carol does, and more than Maria knows.
In an attempt to quell the impending awkwardness, Maria reaches out and pats Carols shoulder softly, before deciding that that's too friend zone-y. She slides her hand down the woman's arm to her hand and squeezes it twice, tighter the second time. She smiles and it means "It's good to have you home". Carol smiles back, and it means "I'm happy to be here, too". Maria walks towards the door and pulls on her jacket and puts her sunglasses on, aviators just like Carol's old ones in the box of belongings they kept. It makes Carol smile to herself, thinking about her dream.
"Not too much trouble today, okay Mon'?" Maria says, without fully turning around to acknowledge the two. She doesn't want to leave but someone's got to lead SWORD and she might actually need the time away to think.
"I can handle it, don't worry Captain."
Carol whistles out, smiling at Monica as she finishes her pancake rolling her eyes. The door closes behind Maria and she feels the sun on her face and lets out a happy sigh.
"I know."
She says, mostly to herself, but she remembers that super hearing too.
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PART 2!
hi my loves. I wrote this whole thing, and realized it was incredibly long so I'm breaking it into two parts. you won't have to wait too long, I'll post it tomorrow! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this and I hope you read the next part when it's posted. please lmk what you think! I appreciate any and all feedback so pls pls pls lmk what you think!
I'll also be posting this to ao3 later today as well, and will add the second chapter on there as well. Also lmk if anybody wants to be tagged in part 2?? Idk lol. thank you for reading!!! 💕
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REMIX EXCHANGE
★ My Dream, Your Nightmare (Again in the Dark Remix) (616, E, 1414 words)
Tony wakes to an empty bed and remembers a time when he was betraying Steve, because the world was threatened to be destroyed by incursions.
Remix of Dreams and Nightmares by Missy_dee811
★ Unexpected Heat (Pole Dancing Man Making It Rain Remix) (Marvel Adventures: Avengers, T, 1667 words)
Tony worries about Steve during their mission at a local strip club, but he finds he should have other concerns instead.
Remix of Make It Rain Emerald Bills for Me by ralsbecket
REMIX RELAY
★ Flying with Love (It's Always Aliens Remix) (Avengers Assemble, T, 1380 words)
When Tony and Steve go flying and run into aliens, Steve has unpleasant memories. At least Tony is there for him.
★ Time Is Right (The Remix) (616, G, 2418 words)
A time agent needs help with fixing something - and for some reason he needs Tony Stark for the job.
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★ Consequences Of Living With Tony Stark (Consequences Of Living With Steve Rogers Remix) (MCU, M, 1162 words)
Living with Tony Stark is not at all how Steve thought it would be. It is, in fact, much better. The only problem is that Steve is in love with him, and decides to keep his feelings to himself, afraid of ruining their friendship. That is, until he catches Tony touching himself and moaning his name.
Remix of Consequences Of Living With Steve Rogers by MayBiTheWay
★ Reaching Inside An Armored Heart (Avengers Assemble, G, 3881 words)
Realistically, asking Tony Stark out on a date was a big deal, Steve knew he needed to do some convincing, but not in a million years he’d think Tony’s answer would be this certain, this final. But he was not about to give up on this, on Tony.
It's just that there have been more pressing things to deal with at first, like return of the Skull or MODOK...
Remix of An Armored Heart by ishipallthings
★ watching seabirds fly (Nightcap Remix) (MCU, not rated, 1060 words)
A beach wedding had sounded romantic.
(In which Steve and Tony sneak away for a moment by the beach on their wedding day, and deals are made).
Remix of Nightcap by Neverever
★ Your Mouth Gives Me Bad Ideas (Kidnapping Day Remix) (MCU, T, 3445 words)
The first time Steve kisses Tony, it’s in the cockpit of the Quinjet, right in the middle of Tony insisting that no, I’m fine Rogers, I don’t need to go lie down, and someone needs to fly this contraption properly.
He knows it’s a bad idea before it even happens—he kisses Tony anyway.
(Or: 5 times Steve kissed Tony even though it was a terrible idea, and 1 time it wasn't a bad idea at all)
Remix of Kidnapping Day by navaan
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★ --;; A heavy sigh fills the relative quiet, only otherwise gently punctuated by the occasional sound of debris tumbling, crumbling in on itself.
Some mess he'd found himself in now, Vash thinks, staring down at the mass of feathers lying still in his arms.
At first, Vash hadn't even thought about participating in any of the challenges that the Stars had constructed. From nearly the moment he'd woken up to the sight of the little menace curled up in his and Wolfwood's bed, on their pillows, the creature had seemingly made it his singular goal to beat it into Vash's head just how much it hated him.
It stuck to Wolfwood like glue, whenever it could; skittering around the priest's ankles as fast as possible, demanding with ever-louder squawks and shrieks to be cradled in the bend of an arm, sitting on shoulders and the top of his head. The second Vash tried to tell it anything to do, or catch it, or pet it, it immediately began to puff up at him and swipe with its tiny claws. And the first time Vash had managed to pick it up it had gone and electrocuted him.
Point taken.
At least Wolfwood had found the whole thing funny, unable to stop from laughing at Vash's plight. ( Never mind how he had had the same troubles, that overgrown beast made of mist and smoke hardly even looking Wolfwood's way without the promise of food. ) But if this thing was to be Vash's responsibility, he figured he may as well try and at least somewhat get a handle on it.
It's been so frustrating that he still hasn't gotten to name the damn thing. Wolfwood had joked and called in an over-dramatic chicken, so all Vash has been able to associate it with has been poultry. Go figure.
It's unconscious, now, cradled in the curled nest of Vash's legs. It's done something stupid and gone and run off without him again, and managed to poke and prod its head where it shouldn't have again, and now there's a very high likelihood that they're trapped down here, beneath that crumbling city, with only a finite amount of time left before the whole structure comes tumbling down on top of them.
Man, he's gonna have a lot of angry people to answer to if he goes and gets himself killed so soon after the last time. That, and even if the creature tap danced all over his last nerve, it wasn't Vash's place to decide its fate. ( That won't stop him from getting furious with the little bugger, though. )
Looks like choosing the challenge that's literally out in the middle of nowhere isn't exactly the best of choices. But, hey, he managed to get the thing out here with him at least, so that should be considered at least good enough for a silver medal. A gold star for the attempt, or something. In retrospect, it obviously hadn't been the best of ideas. He's not even sure why he'd decided to try it. To prove they could?
At the very least, ten shocked-still little Oficotots lie at his feet. They're victims of the same thing that's put him in this predicament as well; the creature being shocked or startled or frightened or angry or all of the above. The shock had even gotten Vash a little bit with its intensity-- and that was a surprise. Every time it had let loose on him it had only ever been a bit of a shock, enough to set his hair on end; sending the entire remains of a building down on the lot of them was an entirely different ball park.
Now, if only they could get out of here with the proof of their little round-up. Instead, the little beast is lying unconscious while Vash is left to try and formulate a plan, because he's one again being forced to be the responsible one when it comes to duos he keeps finding himself in in this city. He's kind of gotten spoiled to not having to be the straight man. Using so much energy must have knocked it out entirely-- he hadn't seen any debris fall down onto it, despite how still it had gone just after the shock, and its breathing is slow and even as though only sleeping.
Why did this thing hate him so much? If it hadn't gone and run off on its own, if it had only listened, then they wouldn't be in this predicament.
... Ah.
Vash sighs, the nails of is organic hand absentmindedly absentmindedly scritching at its side. " 'S like you're supposed to be some big flashin' sign, huh?" he murmurs to himself. "Listen, I've already got enough a' that from the little guy, I don't need you squawkin' in my face too."
He's not stupid. Stubborn and set in his ways, maybe, but not stupid. And the younger Stampede may be a great deal different from him, but all that guilt and self hate for every mistake stares back at him like he's staring in the mirror. Only difference is that this thing stays mad at him-- doesn't want anything to do with him. Hell, he hadn't even bothered to give it a name.
Can't say he blames it. Sometimes Vash doesn't want anything to do with himself, either.
Maybe this whole thing had been some twisted way of trying to prove himself wrong. A subconscious attempt at trying to wrangle a modicum of control over the guilt, the horrible emotions clawing at him from the inside out more often than not.
He'd always thought he'd deserved that hurt. Penance, or something, for the sins latched to the yolk around his neck. But, looking down at t h e little creature in his lap-- it had gone and hurt itself. Done this to itself, trying to run off and do everything on its own.
.... Apologies are owed to a great many people, he supposes. Even if his propensity for running off still probably won't be going away any time soon.
Another groan as structures settle further into themselves, as dust settles from their movement. Vash sucks in a breath, eyes hawk-like as they watch the structural remains that make up their little alcove, counting slowly up to ten in his mind as he waits.
" .... Okay," he finally murmurs, once the sound of rocks shifting stops completely. "We gotta get outta here."
It's not safe to light a match in here; there's no way to hunt for a breeze except for to listen for it, to hope to feel it against one's skin, but Vash had been sitting here for a while now and hadn't heard anything, and the only exposed part of him was his face and the tips of his fingers. Just his luck. But there had just been movement, so he gives it just a few moments more, meditative and senses sharp.
There.
It's faint, but he catches it. Off in the corner- the possibility for an opening. Hopefully it'll be big enough for him to weasel his way through. Hopefully it won't collapse as he's trying to do so.
Movement is slow; he gently sets the little beast on the floor before sticking each of the tiny robots in the bag he'd been given and throwing it over his shoulder, then goes back to cradle the creature in the cowl of his coat. It tickles his face as it breathes, but at least this leaves his arms and hands free. Hopefully it won't wake up just to bite him, or something.
Carefully, listening to every shift in concrete and rock, Vash pries debris away piece by piece. Luck holds his hand today, at least for now, and nothing crumbles or falls apart to pin him to the ground. There's a very thin line between moving too slow and moving too quickly, either end of the spectrum threatening to leave him a brief corpse here, and the thought occurs to him that he doesn't know what would happen to the feathered fiend asleep at his collar bone if they died here.
He doesn't want it to die.
After what feels like both seconds and an eternity, Vash is finally able to squeeze himself and everything else along with him through a hole just wide enough to fit, and the sigh of relief he heaves makes his entire body sag. Here, that slightest of breezes picks up just a bit-- enough that his head is able to turn and pick out the direction it's vaguely coming from. Endless underground paths branch here, but everything looks vaguely familiar from where he'd run down here chasing after his beast. All of the collapsed structures sit behind them-- for now, at least. Best to move quickly, while the iron is hot and there are no more ancient buildings waiting to flatten him.
"Really oughta' give you a name, huh?" he murmurs after a while, footsteps echoing. Not so far off, the light of day sits bright at the end of the tunnel.
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( ★ ) 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒. / 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖. 𝟐 / ?
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Favorite type, looks and personality wise? Please specify the trait. What’s your character’s favorite kink? Lingerie? Yes or no? Or specify the lingerie piece. ...for science reasons.
There's not just a single type that draws him in - usually it's an odd collection of traits or little quirks that catch his attention & keep him lured if that makes sense? Like the way they smile or how their lips curve, the look their eyes get or how they express emotion - personality too has to be a big thing to draw him in or else you could be attractive as all hell, but unless you manage to capture his attention in some way to keep him invested beyond just being 'pretty' & 'shiny', he'll quickly lose interest.
Once his attention is captured, he'll start to notice the more physical traits, observe them in detail. While he'll still love the sight of a smile on someone's face, his mind'll wander & wonder just how it'd look in less than innocent situations, & what other sounds can be made. Eyes are a big thing for him too - he enjoys being able to see the deep myriad of emotions in them when theyre being intimate, the playfulness leading up to the more heated deed & the anticipation that buds when he catches the tell-tale sparks of interest or want.
He generally goes for others that challenge him - can vary between bratty / submissive types, or the more dominant types that push him while keeping him firmly invested through banter or challenging taunts & shared flirtations. It amuses him but also prickles at his more playful nature, which is a thing he loves. He also enjoys it more when he knows he has some sort of an effect on the other person - but for the most part, just poking him back with snark or being confident helps to garner his interest.
Physical wise! His type fluctuates - usually he only cares about appearance after, & though he's not too picky, he has noticed he has a tendency to drift towards those with striking eyes. For men? They can be either larger than him or smaller, but he will find himself staring a bit longer if they're more athletic in build. For women, it's a bit of a mixed bag. He finds himself drawn to stronger women who take no bullshit, so them being built or having some muscle makes him go awooga. Anything on the softer side for either gender triggers his need to shower in affection though, so, do with that what you will. ( someone poked fun at him liking blondes & maybe having a glasses kink cause of ye ol mystery & I'm snorting so hard but hi I can't unsee it now. - GLARES @ WESKER, DARCK god im so sorry ahahah & KARL )
As far as kinks go? He doesn’t fuck around all that often but when he does, it’s usually a heavily trust bound kinda thing. He is a big fan of anything with restraints - ropes, handcuffs - just anything where he or his partner can be restrained & edging or anything with a power play can be explored. But in all honestly! It's a huge a tie between sensation play & bondage though. He enjoys the trust that comes from them, & whether it's on the giving or receiving end of it, there's some satisfaction gained from knowing it's a shared thing.
HOO BOY - short answer? Yes. But long answer? It's complicated & depends on his partner & how it's brought up initially. He leans towards yes territory for it though, because on one hand, I feel like he wouldn't be too against it again if it gets a strong reaction from his partner, plus he knows how he looks - is confident enough in that aspect that he could possibly pull whatever it is off & muscle through the embarrassment enough to rock it. He wouldn't be the first to suggest it though, but he wouldn't be against it overall if it's requested. He just hopes his partner isn't put off by all the scars though...
#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ HEADCANONS.#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ NOT SFW. / SUGGESTIVE.#❝ Twisted hands casting all our blame . We got lost in our broken ways. ❞ . ( MEGALCMANIA )
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Yay Getted Bamboo Yumigeta Ako (23.07.05)
Lalala Good evening
Yumigeta Ako 🛑
I read yesterday's comments〜！
I guess most of you prefer it by itself…
I've also only made Hamburg steak alone〜
I feel like lots of people have made Hamburg steak but getting the meat cooked perfectly？！is surprisingly hard right 笑lol
Which is why I cooked mine in the oven instead of the grill〜🥓🥩🍗🍖
Well then
This is today's main topic👇👇👇👇
Ready for Tanabata〜✨
I think this every year but is it 竹？笹？Which way of saying bamboo？
I think it might be 笹……？
I think 竹 generally refers to the actual stems！
So、I think this whole plant is 笹！
笹 feels kinda nostalgic…❣️
When I was in kindergarten and elementary school pretty much every day I would go to the river in our school garden and float boats made of bamboo leaves with my friends〜
I feel like most people have done this at least once？！It's simple yet fun！
I often made bamboo whistles too！
We used them while playing tag to call time outs、
And me and my friends used them to send messages
Like 『Meet at the flower beds when I blow it twice！』〜笑lol
Although it often got lost in the other surrounding sounds 🤣
Haa〜 I really have so many fun memories！
I'd love to go back to kindergarten for just one good day〜！
But I guess as I'm getting older
Soon I'll start saying 『I wish I could go back to being a student〜』…
That makes me sad ( iωi )
So for now I want to try and challenge all the things I can！
I'll keep working hard〜❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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Today's 【Gettaa Life】！
Today I changed out my rug〜！
The forest…？feeling is cute〜💕💕💕
Anzu-chan posed for the photo too……！
Today I'll talk about the colour of my rug！
Green、makes you feel calm〜！
So although green generally has an image of being relaxing、
I now have a 『Quiz！』 for you
『What else is represented by the colour green』！
Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
The correct answer is
『Bitterness』
Huh？Were your surprised？
But please think about it、
Imagine being surrounded by green、or being in the middle of a forest……
Doesn't the forest smell similar to the scent of bitter vegetables？
That's why green also represents Bitterness！
I Getted 『Colour Knowledge』！
An interesting story that changes the opinion I've had on colours up until now〜
Art is so interesting！！！
I want to know more about other colours too〜🧚🏻♀️
That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！
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An Announcement！
★Fan Club Member Limited Event★「Morning Musume。'23 New Member First FC Event～17ki Inoue Haruka ・Yumigeta Ako～」 will be held！
During this event、we'll have a self introduction time where Haga Akane-san will help us to show our true selves and the 2 of us will do a mini live too！
17ki will do our best together、so please come and see us〜✨️✨️✨️
A book I often read before bed
Is Shinkai Makoto's
『5 Centimetres per Second』！
It's such a wonderful piece of writing I could read it forever…
Everyone please give it a try too✨
Well then see you tomorrow！
This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night〜🐈🐈
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