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dirtyvulture · 24 days

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Envy and Venom

Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.

Word count: 4190

AN: Randomly came up with this idea, it's a little different than my other stuff, but give it a read. :)

DAY 1

“You couldn’t have picked a better person for the job,” you tease, gripping tightly onto your father’s hand as the sea of flashing lights fifteen feet away practically blinds you. The reporters call out for your attention but you ignore them, pausing in the awkward, hand-holding pose with your father so the photo can be plastered across the front page of news outlets around the world.

“I trust you. Don’t ruin what I’ve started,” your father says, grabbing onto your shoulder and pulling you into a tight embrace. “And please try to keep your…escapades…a little more under wraps, okay?” he whispers into your ear.

“I’ll try, Dad,” you say, but it isn’t really your fault that the public was so interested in what goes on in your bedroom. Then again, you hadn’t exactly been trying to be subtle when you were fucking your secretary against the penthouse window of your apartment, but people should try to mind their own business more.

Your father pushes you back and the two of you turn in unison to wave at the crowd once more.

“Congratulations!” you hear them echoing. “To Envy Industries’ new CEO, Y/N!”

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Naturally, to celebrate your latest achievement, you host the party of the century, inviting other world-renowned millionaires, fellow tech company gurus, actors, singers, celebrities, and pretty much anyone else who fit society’s thinly-veiled description of “famous.” You initially show up with two models you had already spent the afternoon with, but you weren’t interested in stringing them along and were excited to find some new target to chase after.

The first hour alone is spent wading through faces you recognize from online but have no personal connection with, and you have to pretend that you’re grateful when they take enough interest and ask about the future of your company.

“We’ll probably stick to the production of GPUs for a while,” you say, yelling to be heard over the music and rumble of people. “We just signed a huge contract with Tesla, so we’ll be supplying all the hardware they need for their next products. They have a big need for AI software, and we’re one of the few companies that can build exactly what they need.”

“Wow, that’s very impressive.” The short-haired blonde woman suddenly throws herself at you, her nails digging into your bicep so hard you can feel the prick through your burgundy silk jacket.

“Thank you.” You’re not sure you’ve ever seen this woman before in your life and you wonder if she even understood half of what you were saying or she was just trying to get into your pants.

“I’m Carol, by the way. Do you want to get a drink?”

“I would never say no to a drink.” You let Carol lead you to the bar (that you are footing the bill for) and she orders for you, picking an old-fashioned cocktail for you. A decent choice, but if she had read your interview in The Chief Executive Magazine, she would have known that your favorite drink was actually a vodka martini. You join her at an empty table.

“So, what do you do for a living?” you ask out of politeness, taking a sip and letting the whiskey burn your throat.

“I’m an influencer,” Carol says. “I have one-point-seven million followers on Tik Tok right now. I mostly post fitness routines or travel vlogs. And I also stream video games on Twitch.”

“Ah.” Now it’s your turn to act like you’re impressed when you have no idea what she’s talking about.

Carol drones on about her next project, which involves a collaboration with another influencer you’ve never heard of. Your eyes scan the people walking by, looking for a new object of infatuation. It doesn’t take long until you make eye contact with a beautiful, redheaded woman, her voluptuous body hugged by an emerald green dress. Immediately, your heart rate spikes as you scan her up and down, not predatorily, but admiringly. The neckline of her dress plunges down to her belly button, a tasteful hint of her cleavage showing through, highlighted by a long silver necklace with a thin gold bar tassel.

You perk up, smoothing your hair back and puffing out your chest like a proud pigeon when she starts walking over.

“Congratulations,” the redhead says. “Your family must be very proud of you.”

“My dad didn’t want to give it to me,” you admit, completely oblivious to Carol’s pout as you instantly give your attention to this new woman. “But I convinced him the company would be in good hands.”

“I bet.”

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, desperate to keep around for the conversation (and perhaps more).

“I should be the one treating you,” the redhead says. She takes the cocktail out of your hands and brings it to her lips. “Hmm. I didn’t think this was your taste,” she notes. “How does a vodka martini sound?”

You know instantly this is the woman you’re taking home with you tonight. “That sounds delightful.”

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You ditch Carol without a second thought and follow the redhead back to the bar, where she picks up two vodka martinis. She brings you to a private booth, sitting so close to you that your knees are touching hers. You can almost feel her body heat through the fabric of your clothes.

“To Envy Industries’ long and prosperous future,” she says, raising her drink in a toast.

“Cheers.” You clink your glass to hers and drink half of it in one long sip, smiling in satisfaction. “I didn’t catch your name,” you say.

“Natasha.” It sparks a familiar memory, a name you’ve heard before. But she’s so intoxicating that you give it no second thought. Natasha is one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen in your life and you can’t believe she’s sitting here talking to you and you alone.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you say, formally offering her your hand. She shakes it, and you gently bring her hand up to your lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Likewise,” she says, crossing one perfectly toned leg over the other, her foot nudging the back of your calf. “Not to eavesdrop, but I overheard you mention a contract with Tesla. Say what you want about that company, but you can’t deny the evidence that they’re one of the highest valued companies in the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if Envy Industries is soon up there with them.”

“Exactly.” Your interest in this woman skyrockets, because you know she isn’t bullshitting you. She isn’t like Carol. She knows what she’s talking about.

“We’ve been trying to strike deals with the automotive industry for years,” Natasha goes on, “But you’ve beat us to it. And now that you’ve partnered up with Tesla, you’re basically unstoppable.”

“Not quite,” you correct, now unable to stop yourself from unraveling the schemes of your company’s next five years. “Our research on artificial intelligence is just getting started. We just applied for ten new patents within computing technologies and we’re on track to absolutely dominate the market for discrete graphics processing units by the end of the year.”

Natasha grins at your enthusiasm and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. You know the media often labeled you as stupid, reckless, irresponsible, unfit to lead, and constantly bashed your sexual appetite, but you were all those things and a technology genius. Your father had built this company from the ground up, but you had been there alongside him the past six years. While everyone classified your promotion to CEO as nepotism, you felt you had rightfully earned it.

“I don’t know how you do it,” she comments.

“Well, it definitely wouldn’t be wise for the new CEO to be giving away all the secrets, now would it?” you chuckle, even though you’ve definitely already said more than you should’ve.

“Your success is no trade secret.” Natasha turns her whole body to face you. The attention she’s giving you is almost more than you can bear. Your heart pounds against your chest. No woman has ever made you this excited before. “But if you want, maybe we can go somewhere a little more private, where you can share whatever else you’d like.”

“Hmm.” It was rare for another woman to be so bold with you. But you’ve never lusted after another woman like Natasha before. Arousal heats up in your stomach as Natasha leans forward, resting her hand on your thigh and squeezing it teasingly. Her breath fans over your face and you can smell the vodka and her cherry lipstick. You lean forward to meet her, moving like you’re in a dream, fireworks sparking in the back of your head the moment your lips touch.

Suddenly, you’re overcome with the carnal desire to drag this woman up to your penthouse and have her squirming underneath you, crying out your name as she comes undone.

“Um, would you like to…” You can hardly think straight. “My room…apartment…is upstairs…if you want to…”

“Show me the way,” Natasha says, standing up and offering you her hand.

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Your brain is swirling in a fog as you follow Natasha to the elevator. You don’t even register any of the people you pass, fully aware of the fact that someone will report this headline to the National Enquirer, at the very least. But all the worries of the future disappear the moment the elevator doors close and Natasha throws herself at you, her legs hooking around your narrow waist and her heels digging into the small of your back. Your hands support her supple bottom, squeezing in appreciation as her lips crash against yours in a desperate frenzy.

You stumble into the wall, smashing your hand onto the top floor button and feeling the elevator start to rise, but not fast enough.

“Lucky me,” Natasha pants between kisses. “Getting to go home with the newly-christened CEO of Envy Industries.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” you respond, heat rising between your legs. “Of course you were coming home with me.”

Natasha glows with the praise and pulls your head into her chest, where you instinctively lick and nip at the flesh of her exposed breasts and she keens at the attention. When the elevator doors open again, you stumble out with her still in your arms, your feet automatically taking you down the path to your apartment. Thankfully, your apartment door opens automatically when your key card is in range, so you’re able to kick it open with your foot, without having to put her down.

You carry her straight to the bedroom, dropping her on the freshly-changed sheets you had housekeeping put on after you were done with the two models from earlier. You can hardly remember your time with them and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation like you haven’t had sex in years. You crawl on top of Natasha, lowering yourself to kiss her again, this time with more passion and her arms snake over your broad back, pressing your body against hers.

“I need to get you out of this dress,” you pant, desperate for skin-to-skin contact with her.

“You first,” she says, releasing you as you sit up, yanking off your jacket and throwing it to the floor. You’re annoyed at your choice of shirt, a white button-up that has way too many buttons, as you impatiently pop them off one at a time and remove your bra. Natasha watches you with hunger in her eyes and you’ve never felt more proud to reveal yourself to another partner. The daily, painful 2-hour visits to the gym and strict adherence to a customized diet showed in your chiseled physique, your biceps bulging like you had baseballs under your skin, your perfect washboard abs, and your thighs were sturdier than tree trunks.

“Fuck,” she mutters, reaching up to run her hand across your abs like she can’t believe you’re really in front of her. “I could look at you all day.”

It’s a common reaction most people have, but it definitely heats you up more when it comes from Natasha. “Your turn, gorgeous.”

She sits up and turns around so you can access the zipper of her dress. You sweep her hair to the side, stealing a kiss to her neck because you really can’t help yourself. Natasha hums in appreciation and you lower her zipper slowly. Her dress pools at her waist like a glimmering green puddle. She isn’t wearing a bra so your hands immediately gravitate to cup her breasts, and she arches her back against your bare chest.

“Are you gonna fuck me the same way you do to every girl you have in here?” she asks, placing one of her hands over yours and guiding it down her stomach, where your fingers part through her soaking folds.

“If you want me to,” you say, pressing deeper into her and she whines at your touch. “But I’ll give you whatever you want.” Normally, you enjoy being in full control in the bedroom, but you are absolutely willing to give that up if it pleases Natasha.

She suddenly pushes your hand away from her center; you can still feel traces of her stickiness on your fingers. “Do you have a strap? I want to ride you.”

Your stomach flips at the thought of her on top of you, grinding down on you until she finishes. Her heaving bosom in your face for you to suck and kiss while she enjoys the orgasm you gave her.

“Yeah, let me grab it.” While you launch yourself off the bed to go fishing around your nightstand drawer, Natasha nudges her dress to the floor and delicately removes her long necklace, settling back comfortably on your king-sized bed while she waits for you. You take off your pants and pull the harness over your waist, turning back to the mouth-watering sight of her naked and ready for your taking. Her body is toned and curved in all the right places: clearly, she respected her body as much as you did to yours. There are few things you love more than a woman who takes care of herself.

You climb back onto the bed and Natasha pounces on you while you’re still getting into position, holding onto your biceps to pin you down. You catch sight of her glimmering wetness as she drags herself along your abs, pressing back against your cock until it rubs against her butt. You reach over to grab the bottle of lube always present on your nightstand and squirt a generous glob onto your strap, not that it looks like Natasha will need it.

“Look how wet you are. You’ve been waiting for this all night, sweetheart?” you tease, your hands running up and down her sides. Natasha takes you by surprise when she shoves you back against the headboard.

“Shut up and let me fuck you,” she growls, her voice dangerously dropping an octave. Natasha lifts herself up to line herself with the head of your cock and slides down in one move. The slick noise as it fills her is downright sinful. Your big hands wrap around her tiny waist, guiding her to bounce in an aggressive rhythm as the two of you watch your cock disappear inside of her.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans, throwing her head back, red hair spilling over her shoulders. “That feels so good.”

“Look how well you’re taking me,” you praise, your hips jerking up to match her rhythm. Even though you can’t necessarily feel it, you swear her pussy is clenching around the toy, greedily sucking you in and requiring physical effort to pull out. Your own clit is throbbing as the toy bumps it every time Natasha slams down on your thighs.

“Deeper, babe. Go deeper,” Natasha begs, moving her hands from your shoulders to the headboard, grabbing it so firmly you hear the wood crack. You change the angle of your hips, punching them up to satisfy her command. The bed frame creaks and shakes; you know your father would be unhappy to hear he has to order you a new one so soon, but you can’t be bothered to care right now.

“Fuck, right there. That’s it,” Natasha moans, rolling her hips with such fluidity it makes your stomach clench. She looks down at you, admiring the flex of your muscles as you do your best to please her, a singular bead of sweat running over your collarbone and sliding down between your breasts.

“I’m close. I’m almost fucking there,” she warns, her hips beginning to lose their rhythm. But you keep your intense pace, until your abs are cramping and you’re certain there are bruises on your thighs. Your own arousal burns like a ball of white-hot fire and you so desperately want to make this woman cum you will gladly ignore the ache of your own orgasm for hers.

“You’re fucking me too well, baby. I’m gonna lose it,” Natasha pants and the praise almost breaks your control. She throws her head back as she finishes and you bury your face in her heaving chest, tasting the sweat on her skin and sucking one of her nipples into your mouth. Her hand abandons the headboard to tangle in your hair, yanking almost painfully at your roots while you feel her cum spill onto your lap. She pushes your head away once she’s done, your lips parting from her nipple with a string of saliva, and lifts herself off your cock. The two of you are panting in unison, while you’re still fighting the simmer of arousal in your gut.

“Hmm, that was nice. Do you normally let your partner finish first?” she asks, resting her hands on your chest again. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

Your face burns in embarrassment because she’s not wrong. “Um…no,” you admit, knowing full well you could lie, but you feel like she’ll be able to see through it.

Natasha smirks. “Such a gentlewoman with me,” she says, bending over to kiss you, this time much more softly than before.

“Only for you,” you murmur back, shocked at how whipped you already are for her.

“You want me to help you finish?” Natasha asks, pushing the strap aside to brush her fingers across your hot center. Your hips jerk off the bed, almost launching Natasha into the air. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggles, climbing off your lap and helping you pull the strap off your waist. You’re practically frozen in anticipation, watching with bated breath as Natasha scoots herself down the bed and lowers her head between your legs.

You melt at the feeling of her mouth against your center, perfectly hot and wet. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue glides through your folds, lapping up the mixture of body fluids like it’s some kind life-saving elixir.

“Shit, baby, that feels amazing,” you moan, burying one of your hands in her red tresses, motioning with your hips that you want her deeper. She obliges by wrapping her lips around your clit and giving it a few hard sucks that have you seeing white stars behind your eyelids. You let go of her hair, afraid you’ll tear it out and grab onto the Egyptian cotton sheets tightly. Her tongue pushes into you and you swear you convulse around it, already leaking into her mouth when she’s only just started to go down on you.

Natasha’s arms wrap around your powerful thighs, trying to force them apart as you close them around her head. You don’t mean to put her in awkward, even dangerous position, but you can’t think about anything other than the pulsing in your center, soothed and encouraged by the heat of Natasha’s mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress to prevent yourself from bouncing across the bed at the rocking motion your body had adopted to maximize your pleasure. Every time her tongue slips into you, the muscles in your stomach contract so sharply it almost hurts, and when she laps at your clit, the stimulation is so great you feel immediately dizzy.

“Natasha,” you pant, unable to hold out any longer. “I’m gonna…Please let me…”

She presses into you with even more enthusiasm than before and your body seizes as you release yourself into her mouth. Natasha eagerly collects all your slick, her red lipstick smeared on the insides of your thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moan, feeling your high is going to last forever. But just the sensations start to fizz, you realize Natasha still has her iron grip on your legs, keeping them spread apart.

“I want another,” she demands, in a sultry tone that almost pulls the second orgasm from you right there.

“Natasha,” you whine, fearing you are too sensitive to deliver her wishes. You twist your body back and forth, half-heartedly trying to free yourself. But Natasha won’t let you, lowering her head to your heat and taking what she wants. Overly stimulated, every muscle in your body goes rigid as fireworks of pleasure, bordering the line of painful, explode inside of you. Natasha’s tongue somehow reaches even deeper than she had the first time, the tip pressing against your front ridged wall and you lose it for the second time in minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry, your back arching off the bed but Natasha holds your waist down, determined to not let a drop of your essence go to waste. Your head is spinning and your body is like a live wire of excitement, twitching and trembling until you have no more energy left and and you melt into a limp mess.

Natasha kisses up your abs, between your breasts and licks at the column of your sweaty throat. Her lips finally connect with yours and you can taste a hint of yourself mixed with hers. You can’t wait to taste her straight from the source, but it’s going to take a bit of time to find the strength to move after two back-to-back orgasms. She wraps her arms around your torso, nuzzling into the side of your chest and inhaling deeply.

There is a long, but not uncomfortable silence as you two of you find your breath.

“I’m not letting you leave until you sit on my face,” you finally say. Natasha looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, crawling up so she can do just that.

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The moment Natasha made eye contact with you, she knew you were done for. You were far too predictable. She knew exactly the kind of woman you chased after. She knew what she needed to say to catch your attention, to convince you that she deserved a private moment with you.

You were too easy.

When you were so busy looking at her lips, trying to figure out when the right moment to kiss her was, you didn’t notice her take your phone out of your pocket, plug a flash drive into the charging slot, and return it back to your pocket in record time.

As you carry her in the elevator, your face buried in her breasts while she slips a tiny audio recorder into the pocket of your blazer. Through the fog of pure lust for you, Natasha struggles to but succeeds in making a mental map of your apartment. Where your office is, how many computers you have.

After numerous orgasms, she’s sufficiently fucked your brains out and cuddled with you long enough for you to pass out into an impossibly deep slumber, she gets up and heads into your office. She doesn’t need more than five minutes to hack into your devices and steal all the data saved on them. She chuckles to herself at how easy the task is; if she had known it would’ve been this simple and enjoyable, she would’ve come after you a long time ago.

Natasha gathers all her things and excuses herself from your apartment without a good-bye.

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DAY 2

When you wake up the next morning, your mind a haze from the absolute debauchery that occurred the previous night. You rub your eyes and roll over, finding yourself naked and alone in bed. There is a deep soreness in your body, in almost every muscle, and some you haven’t felt for a long time. Natasha’s scent of vanilla and cherry lingers, but she’s nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” you grumble, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. It’s been blowing up with notifications, which is a little unusual, but you assume it’s mostly from friends still congratulating you on your promotion. You open a text from your best friend and work partner, Tony.

From Tony: You fucked up, dude.

He included a link to a TMZ article. You click on it, half-wondering if it’ll send you to some troll site. The headline reads:

New CEO of Envy Industries Y/N spotted getting cozy with Black Widow Corp. heiress Natasha Romanoff

Everything clicks to you now.

“Oh, fuck.”

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AN: To be continued? 👀

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mias-blogs · 2 months

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𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠/𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑗𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒!

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 (𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 🫶)

It was a rather normal day just like any other, your mind wondering to your science lover, deciding apon playing him a visit, which he never gets tired of, always getting the same exited welcome whenever you barley even get inside his lab, the man's voice had never failed to be with joy and eagerness to show you his newest invention or idea, happy to hear your judgement on it, at times also naming them after you.

This was a day just like any other, you had came to visit your lover for the first time that day, since you were busy with your on things, as you entered through the round and thick metal hallway, the moment you actually walk into the lab, your eyes are blinded by a huge light shining into them, you feel as if you were hit in the head and felt light headed, before you realized it, you had fallen on the ground.

You only hear fast footsteps coming to you before you feel Nikola's hand hold your cheeks, his voice is a blur to you, as if it was in the distance, as you start to clear up your mind from what just happened, your met with your lovers face close to yours as he stresses in worry if your alright, immediately pulling you close and wrapping his arms as tightly as possible around you, sighing in relief when he saw your okay.

“ Ugh..” you groan softly as you hold your head, still feeling light headed as your upper body is made to sit up by him hugging you, “ What was that..?” you muttered softly as you still seem lost with what just happened, “ I was trying to power up one of my new inventions but it seemed to have a more intense to you.” the scientist joked, referring that you were an attraction to the electricity.

You tried to chuckle at his joke but the splitting headache you feel stops you from doing so, you let out a soft groan again before you feel him pick you up, seemingly heading out of the lab to go get you to his or your room to rest from the unbearable headache.

“ You know, I'd think you'd be satisfied with the amount of Tesla ‘coil’ from the nights we spend together—”

“ NIKOLA.”

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tripleglitchwriting · 4 months

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Ignition (Part 2)

GN human reader, Ratchet-centric

CW: Graphic injury, getting burned by water, unintentional fearplay, mild language, a solid block of angst, referring to a person as “it” (unintentionally)

You’d made pretty good time all things considered. The lightheadedness and constant nausea were a mere annoyance now. You were going to find where that noise came from and you were going to get help and you were going to survive this. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Trying to get places with a broken leg and a dwindling supply of adrenaline was not your best idea. To be fair, neither was agreeing to go on a hike alone in an unfamiliar forest. For hours you clawed your way through the leaf padded forest floor (thank god for autumn), but as the sun began to set a familiar sense of dread crept into your psyche.

You could die here.

Keyword: Could. You’re too stubborn to sit in place and wait for a rescue or call for help in dense, unpopulated woods. Bursts of perseverance refused to let you lay down. Not long after your thirteenth short spout of energy, you began to regret your bullheaded pursuit. Not because you were tired or losing hope, but because you may have just found what you were looking for. And it was fucking huge. At least that’s what you could tell from the earth splitting footsteps and overarching shadow beginning to cast itself over you.

The thing towered above your already crumpled body. It didn’t even seem to notice you at first… until you involuntarily screamed very, very loudly. Then it looked directly at you. Shit.

Bright blue lights beamed down at you like the sun through a stained glass window. Not like a beautiful sunset, of course not, it was like the kind of light that blinded you and only you when you went to sit down. Its eyes alone pinned you in place, but once you regained your vision its face came into view. A realization came to mind, it was decidedly not a giant. That would be too easy. It was a giant ROBOT. Because normal mystical creatures were apparently too last century so you were stuck with this. And all that adrenaline you had so badly needed earlier came flooding back.

First, you screamed again. Then, in your frenzy, you tired to run away, immediately remembering why you hadn’t done so before. You kept trying though, and you kept failing. Its hand, which was bigger than your entire body, began to descend down on you. Before it could get halfway though, a very helpful bought of more screaming and one-legged kicking seemed to deter it. Good news! You weren’t dead. Bad news! It was making awful metal grinding noises now.

You could feel your heart pick up in speed and your breathing quicken to dangerous levels. Attempting to back away again you noticed its face scrunch up into a weird shape which was not what you expected for something made out of metal.

Inside you something snapped when it reached out again. Some primal fear ignited by pain and panic. More screaming lurched its way out of you, this time with an animalistic undertone you didn’t even know was possible. You tried to claw and fight against its fingers as they eased their way under your back, but they were too strong. Or you were too weak. Either way, the thing was lifting you up, images of kids with dolls flashed in your mind as you got closer to its face. You felt scrutinized, but it didn’t last long as another hand was placed on top of the one you laid on, sealing your fate in darkness.

Well, at least if you survive you’ll have one hell of a story to tell. Unfortunately that didn’t seem very likely, because you felt gravity abandon you as the thing walked away.

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Ratchet felt horrible about the way it struggled and cried, but there wasn’t much he could do for comfort. He just needed to get back to the pod, maybe he could find some sort of anti-bacterial spray or something to seal the wounds, maybe a splint for that limb. Pit, he’d even just take some fresh water to clean it up.

Thing is he didn’t know much about treating organics, especially not ones he was unfamiliar with. In this case “unfamiliar” was putting it lightly. Eventually he stumbled back upon the pod, immediately looking around for something to help. There didn’t seem to be anything of much use, not if these things couldn’t withstand intense welding, and he highly doubted they could.

Quickly he looked back at his scans. There was some sort of water source nearby, if he could purify it maybe he could at least wash out its injuries. With no other option he strode off toward a small creek. He took a medical blowtorch with him to kill off any harmful bacteria that might be in the water.

Once there he got to work. Well, he would have if he had the hands for it. Very carefully he set the thing down on the ground, creating a quick storage container out of scrap from the ship and his blowtorch. Soon after the water was boiling, and he was ready.

The thing, in fact, was not ready. As evident by the painted screams it let out when he tried to wash out the wounds. He would just ignore this as more struggling, but its skin turned a shade of pink where the water had touched it.

Of course, the heat! This thing didn’t have the metal to protect its squishy body, he was burning it! Luckily he hadn’t done much, only a drop of the water really. Ratchet got to cooling the liquid off immediately, but when he went back to check on the thing its little optics were closed and it wasn’t moving. Frag, frag, frag. He did a scan of its body- and to his intense relief it was only unconscious. He had a lot to learn about this species, but for now he’d have to focus on making sure this one didn’t offline.

Some time later it looked a bit better- at least with all that grime off. He didn’t remove the coverings it wore, for all he knew that could offline it. Though, he did scan the things skeletal structure. It was… strange, and honestly quite impractical. Its denta showed it was most likely an omnivore, which would be helpful in getting it refueled later. The back molars were flat yet it still had sharp incisors, Wheeljack would be enamored. But Wheeljack wasn’t here, he remembered, and neither was anyone else he had ever known.

His spark dropped, but was subsequently interrupted by the things stirring. Its optics opened in a dazed confusion, at least that’s what he assumed anyway. Scrap, he hadn’t had the time to make a splint! When it fully woke up it seemed awfully aware of that fact, again attempting to move away but falling back all the same. He realized words weren’t going to help, so maybe actions would.

Ratchet knelt down lower to make himself look smaller- a behavior he’d observed in other wild creatures. He was a bit disappointed by the lack of a positive reaction but soon caught it glancing at his servos. It must not want to be grabbed again, and he couldn’t blame the thing for it. He only raised his servos up slowly with open palms, and placed them behind his back. This seemed to get a reaction, as it stopped trying to back away. Instead it tilted its helm and finally tore its optics off him.

It looked down at itself, noticing the lack of dirt and red energon. If its expressions were to be compared to that of a cybertronian, he’d say its face softened. It looked up at him again, still very hesitant but progress had been made. And right now, progress was all he could ask for.

#transformers #tripleglitchwrites #transformers first contact #transformers g/t #ratchet #gn human reader #gn reader #human reader #WHOOHOO IM ON A ROLL #sorry if the readers pronouns are weird #in the second bit #I have trouble with tense #and ended up changing you to it #anyway I may not update for a couple days #or I will #who knows

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Winter Magic - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary: A simple plan for a special Christmas. When will it all fall apart? Can broken things be fixed? But above all, how much snow is there in Iowa?

Warnings: literally nothing, this is the fluffiest I've written, just a little frustration, otherwise it's all Christmas fluff (Ah wait I forgot, Pietro [yes he's the only warning])

A/N: Did you understand how much I love Christmas? Well here you will get a slight taste of quantity.

Words: 15.027

(This is more or less the Wanda I've imaginated here)

Winter is your favorite season and everyone at the compound knows it. Actually, you love Christmas, and Christmas is in the winter so you love both.

From the first snowfall an incredible joy mounts you and you are already looking forward to December.

Funny Christmas sweaters are a must for you, together with a roundup of typical Christmas films and baking sweets of all kinds.

Your room from early December (even before) is already full of flashing lights and you always make a ponytail with green and red white bows.

The best thing about the holidays is sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing a nice sweater, heavy trousers and woolen socks (Christmas obviously) and enjoying a nice hot chocolate with marshmallows.

This year, however, Christmas will be even more special, because strangely it seems that even the bad guys have taken a break and so you are all present.

And while most of you (except you) aren't that into Christmas, you have three reasons to make this Christmas perfect.

First reason: Vision, he doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and he never even celebrated it because he was literally born seven months ago, your job is to make him understand it.

Second and third reason: Wanda and Pietro, they haven't celebrated Christmas for a long time and you want them to feel as comfortable as possible, and what's better than an American-style Christmas?

Here you are then with a huge box of decorations in your arms and Vision behind you heading towards the tree in the center of the break room (basically your living room).

"I don't understand why so many decorations. Don't you want to blind someone?" the pesky synthezoid blared like a buzz as you carried the box.

"No, I won't blind anyone. They are used to decorate the tree" grimacing, continue your mission undeterred, make him fall in love with Christmas.

"Hey Wands, I brought the lights" you announce your presence in the room, before losing the box and finding yourself with a tree already full of lights and a satisfied Pietro next to you. "Pietro!!!" you both exclaim, she's closer than you so she manages to slap her arm, but your intent was the same.

"What is it? I just sped it up!" offended, he walks away from the tree and lets himself slip down on the sofa, while you roll your eyes at his antics. "This is not the meaning of Christmas, the meaning is to spend time with the family, with the people you love.Try to be kinder and stuff like that" puffing open the other box with decorations to hang.

"Yes, yes yes everyone is better at Christmas! I'll leave the balls to you girls if you care so much. Ungrateful" he snorts in resignation, turning on the television and flipping through the channels.

"Leave him alone. Piet has always been sensitive. There will be more fun for us"jokingly Wanda teases her twin, while hanging some balls on the tree. "Trust me, the fun has just begun," you counter along with the game

Usually when Wanda's around, which is most of the day, you feel all weird. A feeling in the stomach, pleasant in a certain sense, but since the Christmas period has begun it has been increasing.

If you would talk to your mother about it she would tell you that you are in love with Wanda, but you really don't want to because you know she is wrong right?

Right now you're not so sure.

Seeing her smile as she helped you decorate her Christmas tree, all those things you've said to each other since you met her, how close you've been in such a short time.

Oh shit!!! I'm in love with Wanda Maximoff!!!

You freeze for a moment when you realize it, but are forced back to normal when you remember that you are sharing a room with a telepath. You try to stick to plans but the more you spend time with Wanda the more you become convinced of your feelings and it wears you out.

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Now it's night, it's supposed to be the Christmas movie marathon and you were sitting on the sofa early waiting for others to join you.

When a brunette comes up to you and stands in front of you, she is surprised to see you so depressed and decides to sit on your lap. "What's bothering you oh my dear Y/N?" she looks at you curious, and you can't help but linger on her lips, how much you want to kiss her right now.

For a moment you really want it but then you see her blush and you understand that you were thinking about it really intensely almost as if you were screaming it mentally.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asks you dumbfounded by your thoughts and then you can't help but try to withdraw and think of excuses for having ruined a friendship.

Just as you are about to push Wanda away and stand up two lips meet yours shyly.

At first you are a little alarmed by the sudden gesture but when you come back to reality you reciprocate gently sinking into the beauty of the girl you are kissing.

You can smell everything from the taste of her lip gloss to the sweet scent of her that she always wears. There is nothing more magical, time seems to stand still as you become the only people alive in this world, or at least the only ones you care about.

The kiss gets deeper and deeper, Wanda puts her hands behind your neck and your lips press closer and closer, then you tilt your head and let yours hang on her neck. You savor it until your lungs run out of air and when you stop you stare blissfully into each other's eyes, and damn if you're not in love with this girl.

"Are you? In love with me…" she asks, worried about a rejection but thrilled when she next gives her a little peck on her lips as confirmation. "I think I've always been" you get up on the courage after you finally admit it and start giving her light kisses in the crook of her neck managing to make her giggle.

"Hey! How long have you been so open with feelings," she manages between laughs before pulling away and expecting an honest answer. "With you, always. And then, didn't you tell me not to let opportunities slip away? Now I'm taking this opportunity with my new girlfriend." you with a toothy smile answered happy, perhaps not measuring well the weight of her words.

"Your girlfriend?" for a moment she sours a little, and then softens again when you start to feel bad and mumble various excuses. "No no no you don't have to apologize, it's just... It's funny, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you my feelings and then I saw you sitting here looking so depressed and I had to help you..." she tries to make you calm down, even getting a little embarrassed, so much so that she ran her hands over her face.

"...and then you kissed me, and I loved it. Look, I know I was a little rushed to establish you as my girlfriend and we can go slower if you want." you proposed before watching a frightened look hide behind her eyes.

"No, it's fine, of course I want to be your girlfriend it's just that… I wanted to be the first to come out. It's stupid" she says getting up and sitting next to you on the couch ashamed of being annoyed by such a childish thing.

You laugh softly and before she can frown you put your arm around her shoulders and pull her closer to her. "As long as it's about you it will never be stupid" you kisses her forehead and flutters a bit when she wrinkle her nose.

"Now it will be better to prepare for the arrival of the rest of the team, especially my mother, she will surely find out if we have done anything" you lean your head on your hand in frustration at the thought of having to hide anything so sweet between you and Wanda. "Oh but we didn't do anything honey bun, we've been here talking" she supports you with a wink before throwing a blanket towards you and spreading it over.

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While you two are turning on the first movie of the night, snuggling up close, haven't you noticed a certain redhead better known as your mother staring contentedly from behind the door jamb at the whole scene (yes, even the one of the kiss).

She knew it was going to happen ever since you talked about Wanda in Sokovia, and now she was about to interrupt an important moment in the new relationship, the first evening alone. She knew you wouldn't do anything naughty, especially since you had just had your first kiss, and so she trusted you two and she decided to vacate the room.

To avoid anyone else coming in and bothering you, Natasha told everyone else how things were, and no surprise they would have expected it too since you both kept talking about each other to everyone so they left you the movie night alone, at least all except Pietro.

With Pietro, Natasha had to handle it differently, she couldn't tell exactly what her sister was doing with his friend, so she... basically confined him to his room after sedating him.

That's it now she had secured the night off for her daughter, it was her turn to disappear from circulation now.

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You were there waiting for two hours and after being wary of showing loving attention in case someone came out of nowhere you slowly gave up realizing that no one would come anymore. "Guess they blew up movie night," you mutter as you look at your cell phone once again with the late hour clearly marked on it. "They don't know that they are lost" she consoles you by giving you a tender kiss on the cheek, and this makes you quite blush.

"They're missing out on the most beautiful girl in the world," you comment, stuffing popcorn into your mouth.

"I hope you're talking about me, because it would be very selfish if you think you are" she jokingly teases you and you decide to play along with her. "Even if I was talking about you, you shouldn't want to because then you'd be the selfish one" you counter expecting the exact answer she gives you, a punch on the shoulder and an offended look.

Don't worry, for me you will always be the most beautiful in the room

From the blush that this time appears on her cheeks and from the short but intense kiss that she steals from you, you understand that the little secret message has been received.

"See? Our first fight as a couple and it lasted a few seconds" you joke deciding to focus all on your girlfriend. "If they all ended up like this I'd always do them" compliments filling you with kisses all over the left side of your face.

"Well, Home Alone won't watch itself, there's always time for kisses" you jokingly urge the now long-abandoned film now playing.

And even if reluctantly you finally watch the film again, with a few kisses scattered here and there.

So after a few more movies you both collapse into dreamland, tangled up in each other as you peacefully rest together. Sure, it's not the first time you've slept together, but it's different this time, you're a couple now.

When she comes by to check if you were okay, Natasha sees you asleep with Wanda leaning on you and you, with a smile even while you sleep, she turn off the television still on and clean up the remains of the goodies that you swallowed like a garbage-eating mountain with your girlfriend.

And for a moment as she looks at you blissfully quiet she knows you're happy because you're definitely dreaming of the sleeping girl leaning on you.

She never expected that you would fall in love with the girl who was initially their enemy. Sure though, since the twins joined the team you've changed, you missed having a friendship with someone your age and since you know the twins you've formed a close bond with them.

How strange can fate be?

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After a few months of knowing each other you know that you both are heavy sleepers, in fact you are surprised when you wake up first and you can see that it is still early in the morning. You try to stay as still as possible so as not to wake Wanda, who is still sleeping peacefully on your chest, and you honestly find her adorable from this angle.

She has you trapped, with one arm under her and the other resting on her shoulder. So all you have to do is stand there staring at her sleeping form.

With the light coming through her half-open window her skin looks amber and with the sweater you bought her last week it matches yours.

Now you've noticed something that you don't know like her but she had escaped you, when she sleeps sometimes she wrinkles her nose and since she does it when she's thinking you know she's dreaming of something.

Your mind begins to wander as you gently intertwine your free hand with hers, thinking about everything but not checking when the girl would wake up.

"Hey stranger" she mutters smiling, unraveling from your arms and stretching herself well. "Hey stranger to you" you reply in kind, finally sitting up correctly and running a hand through your raven hair.

"Had a nice night?" she asks groggily looking around and noticing the cleanliness around. "Beautiful, but it will be less beautiful if we don't get up and my mother discovers us" defeat you complain already starting to get up, before a hand brings you back down and Wanda gives you a wild look.

"Hmm too bad, because I really wanted to stay cuddled with my girl" she says provocatively, and damn her accent has never been stronger, how can you tell her no. "Just a little bit" you give up, not so unhappy with your sentence, while making out with your girlfriend.

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After a deep kissing session you both got up elated and went to do your favorite morning activity which is cooking. This time there is a different emotion in the air accompanied by the usual fuss you combine when you work with the stove. "Why haven't we ever done it with magic?" you moan stirring pancake dough and puffing.

Your appearance makes Wanda giggle and you give her an offended, frustrated look. "Don't look at me like that, you said the old fashioned way was better" she grins a little more as she tries to pull herself together and get back to her employ of her, brownies.

"Well I was referring to the clothes, and it was seven months ago, now I'm more impatient" between one puff and another you tried to mix the now unusable dough.

"I want to make my brownies like this, you can also use a shortcut" she challenges you by continuing to mix with a superior attitude and a haughty air.

You give her a dirty look that if she weren't your girlfriend would have had physical results as well. "If you weren't my girlfriend, by now I would have knocked you down for what you said" you says abandoning the useless bowl and taking a new one to start all over again.

She takes the spoonful of chocolate and gives it a teasing lick before looking at you with dark eyes of desire for her. "Try to do that" she teases you she scowls. "Not now Maximoff, now I'll mix and dance" you counter by approaching the phone and playing one of Pietro's favorite songs that Wanda doesn't really like. "Not that!!!" she whimpers softly before getting a convinced yes from you and pouting.

In the end she finished baking "her brownies" first while you continued to sculettare happily mixing the second mixture of pancakes. Luckily this came out well.

"Ah! I told you, alone it's more satisfying" you exult as you put the last pancake on the plate and carry the plate to the center of the table. "At least we can make the toppings quickly," Wanda mutters, placing her brownies on the table too.

After you've nodded your head in a nutshell the pancakes become filled with a light dusting of chocolate and whipped cream, some even with a cherry on top, while the brownies come topped with sprinkles. "Ok perfect" you both happily affirm before giving each other a good peck on the lips and a high-five for a job well done.

You wanted to go and change your now all floured clothes with some clean ones, but then you got a mischievous idea. "JA-FRIDAY! Tell the team that breakfast is ready. And if they're not all here within sixty seconds, play Tony's playlist on full blast" you turn to the "new" AI that Tony has installed, having basically formatted JARVIS and implanted it in Vision's body, watching the realization in Wanda's eyes at your brilliant revenge for hanging around the night movie.

"Right away Miss Y/N" the robotic female voice replied before making the announcement into the rooms of your lazy teammates.

"This is really bad," says Wanda, finishing up eating the rest of the brownie batter with a spoon. "They deserve it. You can't negotiate with Christmas traditions" you grouchy mumble pointing to the rooms earning you a tender chuckle from Wanda.

At the end with a simple gesture of both hands you changed your clothes all floured with something cleaner. She with a green and blue sweater, with snowballs and Santa Claus depicted on it, fleece trousers always with snow and comfortable slippers. Instead, you preferred something more classic, a red and blue sweater with rudolph and blue fleece trousers.

When the eardrum-busting songs begin to play, you hear the sweet sound of vengeance in the form of heart-wrenching wails from your "friends", before seeing a red rage all messy coming towards you very angry.

"Y/N Romanoff!!!" your mother, with her hair all tousled and still in her pajamas, yells at you. "Hey mom" you greet ignoring her scruffy look, defying her aggressive demeanor.

"No 'hey mom'. Is that the way to wake people up? And don't try to say yes!" she starts ranting waving her arms menacingly in front of your impassive face. "It is, since you've all been hanging around movie night!" you answer by animating yourself in the speech, letting out all your displeasure at having been abandoned by everyone (except Wanda) during this tradition, in short, they know that traditions are important to you.

When she realizes why you ruptured her entire team's eardrums her fire temper fades a little as she remembers not thinking about this scenario last night. "That's not the way to take revenge anyway." she finally murmurs crossing her arms without deigning to look at you.

While you and your mom were arguing, Steve, Sam, and the others were also coming out of their rooms still groggy from sleep, from the music and from the screams they heard. The thing you didn't expect in that commotion was seeing Pietro running frantically around the room to then grab Natasha and pin her against the wall.

"Why did you sedate me?" confused and angry, the Sokovian tries to extrapolate an answer, from a former Russian spy, trained to resist the heaviest interrogations, seriously thinks he can get something out of it by asking so brutally.

In fact, the redhead's disadvantage is immediately reversed when she takes her arm, bends it and throws him to the ground with his chest down and his arm extended backwards. "Mom did you sedate him!?" shocked you ask the woman above Pietro, before having an answer you turn to Wanda and look for some explanation but she is just as confused as you.

"I didn't sedate him. I didn't sedate you," the redhead says, first turning to you and then to the boy below her who was trying to pull away from her painful grip. "Well too bad because my neck still hurts after you stuck me with that needle" he moans grinds at the pain in his harm.

"Okay, calm down everyone" entering the room Steve exclaimed.

"Yeah, can you tell what the hell happened?" immediately behind Sam asked appalled. There your mom and Pietro started talking over each other to assert their own versions.

Do you take care of them or should I?

They are all yours honey

"Now stop!" you scream in exasperation, getting all eyes on you. “Is it possible that we can't get along for more than 24 hours straight? We basically live together, and since I've been here there's always someone mad at someone!” you angrily explain all these stupid fights before receiving only more bickering from the two defendants.

"Shhh! I don't care who did what. In short, it's Christmas, we should all be better, be with family, friends, spend good time together not fighting. And then we are superheroes as well as friends and we shouldn't have any problems between us. Whatever the problem may be, please postpone it until the new year" you conclude the speech by silencing all the turmoil and only a few puffs came out before Pietro was freed from his grip and stood up abruptly rubbing his aching arm.

"Ah and Vision, you asked me what is the meaning of Christmas, well surely you won't see much here because it's in the gestures, in the feelings between people and here it seems that we can't stand each other, I'm sorry for you but among the Avengers there isn't magic of Christmas" disappointed you mutter disconsolately walking towards your room despondently.

"Ah, bon appétit. Wanda made her brownies, enjoy them, they are really special" are your last words before disappearing from the sight of your shocked teammates.

As soon as she sees you leave, Wanda runs after you, giving Pietro a disappointed look when she passes him to get to your room.

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Can I come in?

The lock on your door clicks and opens welcoming Wanda into your familiar room.

She sees you lying face down on the bed mumbling and she sits next to you. "I screwed up Wanda. Christmas is still a few days away and I already screwed it up" you complain angrily at yourself rolling your head from side to side.

"You haven't ruined anything Душо" she tries to console you by massaging your head aching from stress. "I ruined everything. I wanted to give you, Pietro and Vision a perfect Christmas, and we didn't even get there and already my mother was about to take your brother's arm off" you continue your complaints incessantly tired.

"You haven't ruined anything. They probably just had a case of mondays" she assures you even making you smile a little at this thing she happened to say sometimes. "Did you see? It's already better. And then I already have the best present I could have. Ти, моја принцезо" (You, my princess) she manages to make you lift your head and look into her green eyes full of love for you and damn if you not kiss her.

The kiss was short but intense, now you were staring at those magnificent emerald eyes. "One day you will really have to teach me sokovian" you ask her satisfied, getting a boop on the nose.

"One day maybe. Now there's someone who would like to talk to you" she breaks away from the hug, getting up from the bed she opens the door with a wave of her hand revealing Natasha about to knock.

As the redhead entered the room worried, Wanda darted away a little flushed mentally whispering to you.

I'm going to give Piet a lecture on why our friends don't attack each other, especially if they're my girlfriend's mother

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When you lose control of your emotions you used to go crazy and make a scene at the first victim, Natasha knew this, but she had never been the cause of this and this made her feel guilty.

"Это не твоя вина (it's not your fault)" without feelings and standoffish you tell her not even giving her a look.

"Блинчики были очень хороши (the pancakes were very good)" with what you can assume is a sad smile, she tries to lighten the conversation. "Thanks but they weren't for you" still offended maintain a sulk even though you can literally hear her strong thoughts about how guilty she feels.

"Weren't they for me? Since before you were my daughter you know that I love banana pancakes. And there were four well preserved ones there" she shakes your stubbornness remembering her bizarre passion for banana pancakes.

Apparently she manages to make you crack the enamel of offense with which you wrapped yourself, because you turn away while maintaining a sulk.

You were with your knees up to your chest, all curled up in yourself, but you could only imagine her 'I'm waiting for an explanation' look and you were already getting annoyed.

"I'm angry" you huff. "This is the first Christmas I really want to celebrate after my sister died, and I wanted to do it with you, with all of you." you explains pointing to the redhead and the ghosts of the squad scattered around the compound.

Her expression at first feigned hardness masking a sadness deep it began to crack revealing her true feelings by dissolving her hard posture into a softer one.

"And then, last night, you all abandoned me, left there on the couch by myself. I mean you all know how much I love Christmas in here!" you continue offended, accentuating the last sentence emphatically by moving your arms.

"I know солнышко, I know -" she approaches you trying to stroke your cheek, completely regretting having thought even if in good faith to leave you alone.

It took you two years to open up to her about your family and even if she loves you very much, she doesn't want you to withdraw into yourself, even if it hurts to open up

Instead of leaning into her warm palm like you always do this time you pull back with eyes flaming with anger. "No! You don't know what it's like to want to make everything perfect to make others happy! I wanted to give Vision, Pietro and Wanda a special Christmas like the ones I had as a child, and that included everything."

"Now I've ruined everything, Vision doesn't understand the meaning of Christmas and keeps asking me increasingly strange questions, you and Pietro were hitting each other off." small tears begin to form in your eyes as you let go of the stiffness of anger.

"The only one who came last night was Wanda, you know it was a beautiful evening and I wanted to spend it with all my family" you underline the last word, hurting Natasha even more who then hugs you tightly to her chest as the fountain of tears opens.

"Wanda is my only friend in here, and since we've been in Sokovia I feel my powers increase more and more since I met her" admit basking in your mother's longed-for hug, sad not to be able to tell her of what's unfolding. "Now I walk in the street and I hear all the people who have a thought strong enough to reach me and it hurts because they are not always beautiful"

"I feel all these new things and the one time when everything seems normal, Christmas, I want to spend it with the most important people in my life. And if I have to adjust to fit in then that's fine with me, I don't want to be alone again" through the tears you can still say, struggling a bit towards the end but still suffering a lot.

Your words break her heart, her little girl wracked with fear of being abandoned by her family again. Her heart hurts to know that she is the reason for your pain, she wanted to do you a favor by leaving you alone with Wanda but she didn't calculate your reaction. "It's okay солнышко, you don't have to change, you are perfect like this my daughter. Everything will be fine, Pietro and I will make peace and you will have the Christmas that you love so much. I promise you, mom promises you" she says cradling you gently between your various sobs.

You were feeling all relaxed now, all the tension of having to do everything perfectly was gone as you held your mother tightly, you can swear you'll definitely leave marks where your nails are now scraping but that isn't something either of you'll worry about.

Like a wall that breaks down, you've the clear revelation that your mother hadn't abandoned you last night, she had only seen you kissing Wanda and wanted to give you two more space; that space included seeing no one, that's why no one had come.

Saying that would be a problem, that would imply that you read Natasha's mind, and you promised her you wouldn't do it again. Of course, it's not your fault, since your powers are increasing you necessarily feel the strong thoughts of those around you, whether you want it or not. But that worm of the intrusion remains, it seems like having betrayed her, therefore.. you may regret it but you have to tell her, secrets aren't meant for you.

"Mom, I know you know,” you look into her eyes after you untangle yourself from the loving arm. The slight frown that appears on Natasha's face prompts you to argue better.

"The kiss, I heard you" after a slight moment of realization the expression returns to the loving one you love so much after she saw you scared. "It's okay, you didn't do it on purpose, I understand that" calms your overly touchy nerves, and maybe even lets out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

Now everything is calmer, your breathing is back to normal, and time no longer seems to have gone crazy. You begin to appreciate the soft light from the window again and allow yourself to return to normal.

"And so... you and Wanda... now -" she breaks the tranquility a little embarrassed by the question. "It's something, it's early but I really like her" you say with a slight smile in the crook of her neck. "I know, I always knew. Some things a mommy knows" he strokes your raven hair, a gesture so normal for you two, but so comforting

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(Wanda's Pov)

Why does my brother always have to be so stupid? Sometimes he really pisses me off

Why does your brother have to be so stupid, why attack your secret girlfriend's mother, or of course Wanda obviously won't have an answer if she keeps talking to herself, so she'll give that imbecile brother a good lecture. As soon as she arrives, Pietro already senses the trend and tries to run away to avoid an angry sister, but obviously, being the sister she is, she grabs him in full swing on the chest making him stop suddenly.

"I'm dead" after freeing himself from his sister's strangely strong grip, he whispers fearfully. "Oh, you just can't imagine how much," she scowls at him, tilting her head, quickly driving the other currently unwanted guests out of the kitchen.

"Tell me why the hell would you so suddenly attack a member of this team? And the answer must be something without 'she sedated me' otherwise my anger will not go down" she warned with a lot of intimidating ardor, leaving little room for maneuver to her brother, who was then forced to speak differently. "Okay сестра, okay." sighed the silvery blond resigned at the idea of leaving the argument unscathed, throwing his hands up in surrender before receiving a scarlet 'warning' from Wanda's gleaming eyes.

He told her what he was doing last night, how he was coming to the 'living room' to see the movies, how Natasha approached him gently and shortly after she stuck a needle in his neck and collapsed on the floor. When he woke up this morning he just wanted to know why she had done it and he knew that sweet manners wouldn't get anything out.

The whole conversation ran smoothly, Pietro's hasty reaction made 'sense', if one assumed a detail that only two people knew. What Y/N and Wanda were doing that night no longer seemed to be private because somehow Natasha must have seen something.

She sedated him, why?

Wait, last night he was coming then but he met Natasha and if… No it can't be, but… Oh shit, she saw us.

But she didn't stop us, and she didn't tell Pietro, should she support us?

How pragmatic that woman is!

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During the rant made by her brother, Wanda gets lost in her thoughts now convinced that she has understood things as they are, totally forgetting the poor fellow in front of her who had now concluded his reasoning leaving him there to wait for an intervention.

"Earth call Wanda, please answer" finally he snaps his fingers to get the attention of her sister lost in thoughts of her. "Are you listening to me?" after rebuking his sister hesitates annoyed Pietro.

"Yes, yes, I'm listening. And in any case, our friends don't attack each other. And then she's also Y/N's mother! She may be adoptive but she's still her mother" she defends the (good?) intentions of the pragmatic redhead, reasoning lowers her threatening tones towards Peter more willing now to a bilateral dialogue.

Now that the situation is more stable, the young man allows himself to relax and sits down on a chair near the counter.

"Yes, I know, that's her mother" he says emphasizing the word 'mother' with quotation marks, an exasperated moan comes out of her sister's throat. "She feels like one. And since we love Y/N very much we will get along with the only piece of family she has. After all we know what that means. Got it?" she says concisely, arms folded waiting for answers.

"But she sedated me!!!" he exclaims irritated at not being able to get his point of view understood, he gets up and annoyed goes to get some water to waste time.

"But you love Y/N, and Y/N wants to spend her Christmas with her and with us too. So now you wait for Natasha to leave that room and go apologize" she snaps in conclusion. Pietro tries to retort but is interrupted when Wanda stops him by undeterred pronouncing "You will do it" throwing a red glance to confirm the threat.

I hope Y/N clarified with Natasha. I can't bear to see her in this pain

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I'm done with Pietro, are you okay?

"better" you mutter still attached to your mother. "Are you talking to her?" she strokes your head, condescending and curious at the same time. "sometimes" smiling you move away and fix your messy hair.

You have many thoughts, but now you finally try to go with the flow, it is right that after so much effort you rely a little on others. Besides, the floor has never seemed like such an interesting thing to look at when you're embarrassed. "She is special, so are you. You have a unique, deep bond from the first moment. be declared to her" she puts a hand on your shoulders before giving you a reassuring shake and getting up to leave.

"Make peace with Pietro, he's a good friend" you tell her before seeing her disappear behind the door.

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Eventually they made up.

You and Wanda continued to keep your relationship a secret from Pietro and everything was going well.

In itself nothing has changed, you were always together even before and therefore to non-telepathic eyes everything seemed normal in the presence of the speedster.

The other day your mom barged into your room, Wanda was there of course, and she told you to get ready because you were spending Christmas in Iowa.

Needless to say, you were both shocked. Everything became clearer when Natasha explained you her perfect plan of hers.

Simple, you'll spend Christmas on Clint's farm. To say you looked baffled was an understatement, more for the fact that Clint had a farm than for the absurd idea.

Like the good spy that she is, she eventually manipulated you and you accepted.

So it would have been you, Wanda, Pietro and your mother on a farm with only one known member for a few days.

How absurd can the situation be?

So much so, because tomorrow you're leaving and now you're in a children's toy store with your girlfriend racking your brain over what to buy for a 7-month-old boy.

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"You say he'll have it dead for the rest of his life if we don't buy him a present for his first Christmas?" you say, running your fingers through the disproportionate amount of baby products.

"Clint or the newborn?" teases Wanda, pausing for a moment on a strange stuffed animal before continuing the tour. "both of them?" you also say asking the air in a joking tone thinking about the funny scene.

"Oh! This looks perfect." you suddenly stop on an epiphany, found, the perfect gift for little Nathaniel. "Okay so, let's go pay and then straight to the ice skating rink"

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"Where are you taking me" Wanda giggles, as you hold your hands over her eyes and lead her down the street, up to a big Christmas tree. "Wanda Maximoff, it's my pleasure to introduce you... The biggest Christmas tree you'll ever see!" you exclaim, removing your hands just before the last sentence leaving the view free to a wonderful tree colored by a thousand lights and decorations.

Bliss is stamped on her face, never seen such a beautiful tree, not that Christmas is celebrated in Sokovia when you live in captivity. "Wow!" she exclaims in amazement, a huge smile, you hadn't seen her so surprised and relaxed yet. It's worth it.

"Wow really" you confirm, your hands immediately thrust into your pockets to avoid frostbite, and you sneeze making Wanda giggle at your funny way.

"I could stay here forever. Much better than falling face down on the ice" she tries to dissuade you, terrified of making a fool of yourself in front of so many people.

You look at her with deciphering eyes, and behind her those innocent eyes, thanks to the time spent with her you understand her shy intentions of hers. "Don't try it witchy! I convinced Pietro to give us an outing on our own and I want to enjoy it all, don't stand here and observe this magnificent tree!" you tell her taking away any hope of salvation.

She's all she has left, a move that should work, she's got the biggest puppy eyes she's ever had. They're tender when you look at her, but knowing the sneaky intent underneath her, albeit with a lot of effort you manage to compose a decent denial.

"No Wands, let's go, I promise you'll have fun" you kiss her forehead and make room for her in your arms.

She hesitates a little, disappointed not to have escaped humiliation, but confident of your promise in the end she approaches and you two walk arm in arm towards the ice rink.

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The fun was one of the many moments you had there. At first Wanda was reluctant to go up because she didn't know how to skate, but after you promised never to let her go she limped up to you.

Very few times she fell, after a short time she didn't even realize she was going on her own and when she did she was going to fall if you didn't catch her at the last.

You stayed from there for a while, at least until you were seriously shivering from the cold and ran to the compound with the purchase made

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It should be normal for an Avenger to wake up before sunrise, right? Apparently when you have to catch a flight to Iowa it is not normal, in fact it is very difficult. Good thing you're a witch with a witch girlfriend so you help each other out with powers.

It is deep night and only 5 of you are awake in the compound. You, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro well wrapped up in various warm clothes, and a bag each. After all, most of you are trained to survive on the bare minimum, so a few items should do the trick.

"Are you sure it's ok for you?" still sleepy, barely standing, ask to Steve who got up to greet you (even to help you, he knows you're a sleeper).

"Go and enjoy your Christmas Y/N! I'll be fine" he reassures you, even if you're still a little sad, it will be all alone at Christmas. "But you'll be all alone" whining takes on a form of sorry for your close friend/mentor (actually most avengers have trained with you, so basically on a basic level they're all mentors).

"I won't be alone, I have the Vision with me. And then I must continue your mission to pass on the Christmas spirit, right?" try to joke about it, maybe even lift your spirits.

You feel a little bad because you're sorry anyway, but you give him a big hug, the ones you give when you want to convey a strong emotion.

"I left your Christmas present in my room. Don't forget, only open it at Christmas" recommend him serious, before breaking away and joining the twins at the compound door.

"Call Tony, tell him I've got something for him too, and wish him well on my behalf. Ah and... Merry Christmas Steve!" you give him a last goodbye before turning around and entering your mother's car with the twins.

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The journey from the compound to the airport is spent almost all half asleep (except Natasha, you really don't understand how she's not tired).

Boarding is almost endless, stretched even further by your urgent need for sleep, supplanted when three disguised customers coalesce into the cafeteria closest to the gate.

In an eight-hour flight, what can you do?

Sleeping is what you mainly do, sometimes between the various movements you make, you check the situation and see that even your mother has dozed off.

When you finally deign to open your eyes, too uncomfortable to try to sleep and too close together to get a decent night's sleep, you look out the window (or at least that's what normal people would see).

I want pancakes.

Ask for them, maybe they'll give them to you.

They don't have them, or they cost too much.

We are arriving soon, there will be a cafe at the airport.

I hate Iowa.

Драга моја, чак ни нисмо стигли у Ајову

Если ты будешь говорить по-русски, я буду говорить по-русски, хорошо?

We should learn both languages in my opinion.

Wanda, when we have time, I'll be happy to tell you the funny story of how I learned Russian. You are not ready

The plane has landed, get ready, I'll wake up Pietro

"Mam!!! Wake up, Iowa is waiting for us" you shake your arm by your side, making the redhead wake up with a start, who changes from a scared expression to a more alert and active one in a flash.

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Two weeks in the middle of nowhere with my secret girlfriend, her twin brother and my mother. What can go wrong honey?

Wanda rolls her eyes at your thought, as she looks at the snowy landscape of the countryside from the back seat of a rental car.

Where would you want to hide an Avenger and his family if not on a remote farm in the middle of Iowa nowhere. These were more of your secondary perplexities, too busy admiring the snowfall that had just begun and controlling your nervous tics.

Why am I under the impression that within the next fourteen days everyone in this vehicle will know about our relationship?

Paranoia Y/N, keep your paranoia at bay.

Hun, my darling, you know you know me as well as Pietro and it's been a long time since we've lasted this long. So in advance I apologize for all the nonsense that will happen in that house.

Yes, I know you, and Pietro does too, for this very reason you know that even if we tell him in the end everything will go well. Then now just breathes, one breath at a time and looks at the snow.

Without raising suspicions, you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time as Wanda gives you peace of mind with a few words and take a quick look at the falling snow.

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"Here we are" turning the key off Natasha warns, in front of a snowy clearing before the house. "Guys, you pack your luggage, I'm going to warn Laura of our arrival" she says before putting on a hat, getting off and entering inside.

As mentioned above, the three of you are already outside fiddling with the bags. "Does anyone know how to deal with children? No because I really have zero experience and there are three of them in there" you mumble draping a bag over your shoulders and adjusting hat, scarf and all.

The twins too respond with a silent no, none and together you prepare for the infant massacre.

"One of them surely knows how to shoot a bow" on the short road towards the house, Pietro blurts out, stopping for a moment.

Perplexed you too and Wanda pause to listen. "In short, they are Hawkeye's children, one of them must have inherited the family gift" he hints thoughtfully, the statement also makes you and Wanda laugh a little, but it might not be unfounded.

"If you put it like this, one day you'll have a little speedster running around you" you tease by glancing at his reaction, empty for a few seconds but then with a glint of trouble that you really hate. "So one day when you and Wanda have kids they'll already know how to float things and torture weak minds?" makes a joke more dedicated to teasing her sister about her 'non-crush', leaving you two poor people red as tomatoes.

To speed up the conversation then you go to the door and start retorting "As if Wanda and I -" you are interrupted when you open the door and see so many new people.

In addition to Natasha, you were welcomed by a woman, the Laura your mother was talking about earlier, and two children of about ten. Oddly enough now those shy ones had become the twins, who huddled behind you. So it was up to you to do it for three.

"Pleasure Laura" the woman introduces herself, holding your hand, which you grasp in complicity. "And you must be Y/N right?" she asks you uncertain about your appearance, and without problems you confirm the appellation.

It's your turn, I'm too embarrassed to get out of here. Please Y/N!

Since that doesn't work, you give a slight Sokovian nudge in the ribs, shifting the lady's attention to the two boys behind you. "And you must be the Maximoff twins, Clint told me a lot about you" you backs off leaving Pietro and Wanda in the front line, brutally pushing them to break the ice.

You never realized how closed they can be until now, and you understand why you know how to be so too and very often.

Now I can help you, it's your turn to breathe wands. New argument in 3...2...1...

"Laura you said? Nice to meet you, these must be your children right?" you divert attention to the two children in front of you who only now you realize are staring at you.

You learn that their names are Lila and Cooper and they could be the perfect way to loosen up your friends.

"Guys, how about you go play over there while your mother and I talk?" she subtly manipulated the children, offering you a good way out to bring the twins and babies to their breaking point. "Yes Auntie Nat!" in chorus they answered walking away towards a small table full of knick-knacks and toys in the next room.

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Normally, or at least when he's with you or with his sister, Pietro you really wouldn't consider him an introvert, now he's the perfect definition and this is serious. The same for Wanda, both of them don't even know what they're doing here, sure maybe Wanda trusts more because you're here but still they don't know what to do.

The interesting point is that Pietro himself suggests the next thing to do.

" Lila, Cooper do you want to see something cool?" you ask enthusiastically, attracting the attention of all four, some more curious than others.

Hun in five seconds can you float that lamp next to the boys?

What would you like to do?

Like I said, something cool

As you 'talk' to Wanda your eyes light up red making the children marvel before she takes a little magic and concentrates it into a small glowing ball in your hands.

"See? This little ball can do many things. Such as..." You interrupt yourself as you make the ball fly after them and put it into the lamp that Wanda made fly, thus creating a little red light. "... A little night light! Do any of you use a night light?" you ask waiting for a little shy yes from Lila.

"Here this is yours now little Lila" you hand her another ball, which 'unfortunately' dissolves as soon as it leaves your body.

Cooper is ecstatic, he has heard from his father about many people with fantastic superpowers but has never seen them live.

"Wow Y/N! So you can do all this cool stuff?" he compliments you, increasing his curiosity more and more when you smirk.

"Ah yes I can do many things. But this young lady here, she is the real marvel" you admit proudly pointing at your girlfriend, she obviously blushes when the amazed looks of the children fall on her.

"Oh Y/N how kind! Let's not forget about Pietro though, after all he could go around the world in a flash if he just commits himself"coquettishly Wanda also brings up her brother, getting in addition to some 'wooow' also a grimaces at the words 'if only he would commit'.

The game is done. You have broken all the protective walls that the twins have put up over the years to protect each other.

From there everything got better, Lila is obsessed with the movement of Wanda's hands when she uses her powers and therefore keeps asking her to lift the same lamp over and over again just to see it all over again.

With Cooper, being a thirteen-year-old, the conversation with the other Sokovian went a little slower but still pleasant.

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Natasha and Laura talk quietly, occasionally glancing at the five of you now engaged in other chores (you and Wanda stand next to Lila who is coloring a drawing and Pietro and Cooper are doing boyish things).

"They're dating right?" Laura blurts out suddenly watching an exchange of smiles between you and Wanda. "It's obvious to everyone except her brother," your mother smiles back.

"You know Nat, when you came last time, Clint told me about them… I just didn't expect them like this" she reflects eyeing the five of you playing together now, leaving Natasha convinced of her opinion of her.

"They are boys, they have lost everything, all three of them. And I honestly think they have become addicted to each other" she smiles sadly, it hurts her to think of the enormous pain you felt both times you lost everything .

Everything goes well and you proudly turn around and give your mother two thumbs up with the most innocent and satisfied smile you could ever give. She gives you a sympathetic wink and underneath she's happier for you. "You didn't give birth to her but you're her mother" Laura murmurs condescendingly. "I am" sighs Natasha happily resigned.

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You'd just emptied the few suitcases you'd brought and headed back downstairs when the front door was opened to reveal Clint holding baby Nathaniel and a dark-haired girl with a sack of envelopes.

Not seeing anyone about to help the girl overwhelmed by the envelopes, you do your best to remove some from her.

You introduce yourself, and she tells you her name is Kate, you also notice a number of healing wounds on her nose, under her chin, and right eyebrow.

Stuffed with envelopes, you two go into the other room and sigh softly, because Clint has a series of injuries too, they've been through a lot recently, haven't they?

The little guy moves from his father's arms to a high chair and you slowly strike up a moderate conversation.

"So… You two float things and read minds and you're fast" Kate gestures between you, Wanda and Pietro trying to get the three of you right. "Basically yes" confirms the Sokovian drumming his fingers on his leg, before getting an elbow in the ribs from his sister who exclaims "That's not true! We not do only that!" annoyed by ignorant belittling. "It's like we say 'you're good with the bow'. By the way, tough day huh?" you remark sarcastically supporting Wanda, moving on later to your curiosity about the injuries sustained. "It's a tough week actually. You know, mafias and various stuff" she lightly admits, brushing the hair over his eye.

"However, I don't understand how you got Hawk-dad to take you along," you point out, raising your voice over the word Hawk-dad to get Clint's attention, as well as a slightly hidden smirk from Pietro.

"For the same reason that you now have the black widow for a mother, at least that's what I think" she formulates thoughtfully, strangely making a speech that is very truthful.

"Oh yes, a soft heart under twenty protective layers" this time it is Pietro who remarks on a point that is clear to everyone. Apparently enough to make us all laugh a little bit.

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"You made a big mistake to lock those four kids under the same roof" hearing you snicker complains the grouchy archer, pointing mainly to his wife and the redhead in front of him.

"You brought Kate" Natasha says pointing a knife at him menacingly. "And then if they get along it won't be the end of the world" Laura continues, understanding your situation, while she played for a moment with baby Nate. "For now" Clint snorted, surrendering to the futile resistance he attempted against those two.

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All in all, your mother's idea isn't so bad. It was the best two days you've had since many Christmases ago.

Clint's family is amazing, and then there's Kate, you didn't even know she was there but you sure don't mind. Sure, it's not the Christmas you were expecting, in fact it's much better.

The only downside is that the landlady won't let you touch a stove, which is why now you're bored sprawled out on the sofa watching Lila draw an unlikely cow.

"What are you doing Y/N?" softly approaching Kate asks, completely oblivious to your boredom.

"Absolutely nothing Kate, nothing at all," you huff loudly, only to lift your sweater a little. She also sits next to you, and together you both sigh bored. "Your friends are great" at one point the dark haired girl spoke up.

"They are. But you aren't bad either" you compliment the girl, waiting for an answer, or perhaps the end of this absolute boredom.

"Clint told me about what they went through and I was shocked. But he didn't say anything about you, any skeletons in the closet?" she tells you curious, she is also cautious in touching unlikely sore buttons.

History repeats itself and you don't want to cry or tell again so you look for a shortcut.

"I'll show you, can I?" you offer gently, extending a hand near her temple waiting for a yes from her. When it arrives, you wave your hand and through red threads project all your 'skeletons in the closet' into her mind.

It lasts a few seconds, just long enough for a single tear to roll down Kate's cheek, so you're surprised when she suddenly hugs you, but you understand and reciprocate the sudden gesture of affection.

"It's not your fault" she whispers, as if she were the first to tell you, but a little comforting all the same to know that everyone believes in you. "I have yet to accept it" you try to move forward, maybe over time.

"Instead, what about you Kate Bishop?" you change the subject, going towards lighter tones, perhaps. "Ah the usual stuff. My mother collaborated with the mafia and a few days before Christmas I had to have her arrested" she tells you after freeing herself, with such fluency, this girl is not easily put down, Wow.

"Standing lazy," Clint exclaims, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, with Wanda and Pietro in tow looking rather beaten.

"Whhhyyyy," you and Kate both complain in unison, not at all happy about having to do it. "Why yes. Now put something on and go out through that door" not at all flexible and very authoritarian command the older archer.

Complaining and reluctantly you got up with many protests, shoved something and violently thrown out of the house.

"Good! Out in the snow with nothing to do," you moan mournfully, kicking the stupid solidified water. "Hey, how about we have a competition to see who can finish building a snowman first?" the young archer proposes with an idea in mind, an idea that apparently everyone likes.

"Only one rule, no powers" she adds, leaving the rest of us baffled by this duplicity. "Oh yes? Then there will be two teams. Me and Wanda against Lady Hawk and Speedy" you counter, playing a clever and unpredictable move, like their reaction to the nicknames you gave them.

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You may be superheroes but surely the art of snowmen is not within your capabilities.

In fact, both teams are poorly behind expectations, and if what you're building could be considered a snowman it would surely be among the ugliest ever made in the world.

But after all, there is a positive side to everything, right?

In this matter surely it's hearing Pietro and Kate bickering over every single thing, everything from the size of the snowballs to how big to make it. So while you two also proceed in your failure at least giggle at the other team's constant squabbling.

"No... not like that!" annoyed Kate complains about the order of the balls. "First this then that!" the young Sokovian then argues, going in the opposite direction of the girl. "Still? I said it must big like this... " she negatively amazed she argues over the stupid size of the stupid ice water.

"Look Kate, I didn't think you could be so annoying" exclaims poor Pietro in exasperation, he just can't get along with that girl. "Speak for yourself Maximoff!" precisely not even with the opinions on who is worse.

Before the quarrel continues, you make a small snowball, with magic, and throw it behind Pietro's back. "Oh big mistake" are the first words he says when he realizes that you were the instigator of the ball, obviously cracking his neck.

And so it was that a real snowball fight begins. Oddly enough now the lady-speed team works perfectly as they both start to almost send balls flying towards us.

On the other hand, now that perhaps the 'no powers' rule should have been abolished, you and Wanda are free to use your magical skills to mess up the direction of the snowballs.

It feels like a real battle, just with no real deaths, so it's better. Dozens of balls piloted by magic crash on the 'enemy front', compared to the few thrown by the two boys, at least until Pietro gets nervous and he too starts using his super speed to compare the quantity arriving.

In short, Clint's yard in a short time is almost snowless on entire sides. And more than a war, all four of you are having so much fun, one of those competitions that doesn't hurt.

In the end, after a good ten intense minutes you are all quite tired and therefore you declare a truce.

Pietro withdraws into the house, covered in snow like everyone else, he will surely want to make fun of Clint, after all it should be his favorite activity, while Kate probably stays out to rebuild a minimum of order.

Wanda takes you aside for a moment and like teenagers you slip away behind the barn to hide. "Hey" you smile at her, still enjoying the light snow on her nose. "Hey" she says, wrapping you in her arms, a warm hug in the winter cold.

"Good job first, with the snowballs" you speak more to breath than to converse, you could stand there silent doing nothing and just look her in the eyes. "Just kiss me stupid" she jokes she grabs you by the collar of your jacket and leans in to crash her soft lips on yours.

You let yourself be cradled by her, indulging her in her sweet amorous waltz, swaying just enough to savor the taste of her lapstick.

All very profound and sensational, so much so that all the alarm systems broke down and you didn't notice a female presence watching you. "Oh my God!" surprised, frightened, in short, very shocked Kate exclaims, immediately attracting your attention.

"Please don't erase all my memories!" she begs her, scared of a very hypothetical thing and very little from you.

At this point you and Wanda are very embarrassed to have been caught in the act, fortunately not by Pietro, but the embarrassment remains.

"Kate, I don't think we can do this, can we?" you try to reassure the frightened archer, also turning to Wanda for further confirmation, which unfortunately doesn't arrive because apparently this is an unknown factor of our powers.

"Anyway we don't want to do it, just don't tell Pietro" you fix the irreparable hoping for a reassurance, and immediately her typical self-confident attitude re-emerges stronger than before.

"I'll pretend I didn't see anything when I'm with that guy, I promise. Goodbye witches in love" she concludes before turning on his heel and retracing his steps, even further as the front door can be heard opening and closing so come back to being just you two.

You take a minute of silence to put the situation together and then you finally accept what's to come. "We have to tell him," you say to each other at the same time, with the same look and awareness of the next conversation with Pietro.

"Let's go back inside and think about it" you offer her your hand and together you walk side by side towards the door.

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You want to say it, she wants it too, so why is it so complicated? Maybe because not all donuts come out with a hole in the middle, or maybe because when you stall with the universe then it decides to give you a nasty shove for where he wants.

Once we got back into the house, time went by so much faster, not least because how could it not when you're being tossed between curious children and every other human being in this house.

That's why it's already evening and you're all eating a hearty meal.

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As with all group lunches, or family meals so to speak, there were small conversation groups. "Really exquisite missis B" biting into a forkful, the boy with the silver hair compliments the landlady. "Delicious" you continue the trail, enjoying this surprisingly good thing.

"Thank you both. And Y/N, I hear you're doing modestly in the kitchen too!" Laura thanks you, opening a topic that can bring you pride. "Y/N here at the tower was our primary source of food, without her we'd have some very empty fridges now" Clint says, and you blush a little at the compliment, so you try to balance it a bit.

"You would always have Wanda, she certainly does better than me in the kitchen. Unlike a certain redhead... Able to burn even water" you adjust the situation a little, making everyone laugh (except Natasha, of course) at the allusion, and just to not miss it you already feel the daggers your mother is throwing at you with her eyes for criticizing her null cooking skills.

The dinner continues and you are now conversing with Wanda in front of you and Kate next to you.

Apparently the push the universe wants to give you is ten years old and she's sitting next to her mother right now. "Mom, why do people kiss on the lips?" the little girl shyly asks her mother, obviously leaving Laura stunned by her question which at this point she will have to improvise. "My love, people kiss when they love each other, like me and dad" as a good mother simplifies things, too difficult for a ten-year-old to understand, but enough for her to have a revelation.

"Ohhh" amazed she understands, ready to shock you for the next few minutes. "So Y/N it's Wanda they love each other! They kissed" she exclaims loudly.

The room is silent, and all eyes turn towards the little girl, the only ones who are frightened are yours, Wanda's and Kate's.

"Ehm... Lila what are you saying?" nearly drowning Kate asks, hoping she's wrong. "You told me Kate! Y/N and Wanda kissed!" in more innocent tones, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, the little girl repeats again.

Now eyes quickly turn to the young archer, now very shocked, ready to apologize.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know who to tell and then she asked me and I..." she looks like she is about to hyperventilate so much that she gasps, unable to form words that make sense, and extremely mortified.

"Someone explain to me what's going on here?" the only person at the least opportune moment enters the conversation, Pietro, curious above all to discover the somersaults that you and his sister have made.

"We have to talk" serious Wanda communicates to both of them, before getting up and going aside.

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"How long has it been..." he gestures between you two, curiously wondering how long this thing has lasted. "Days... A few weeks actually" you clarify hoping not to have a negative reaction, it shouldn't but it's always better to prevent.

"We wanted to tell you, but we were waiting to figure out where we'd end up" Wanda hesitates a little, she doesn't know how much she should say, if it would be the right time (it's not) to say those three famous words.

No one speaks, not even the slightest buzzing of some kind of insect, absolutely dead silence.

Then, Pietro bursts into a muffled laugh, muttering incomprehensible words, until he takes a breath and calms down (the shitty smile remains though). "What do you find amusing about it?" you two exclaim annoyed by his usual ways.

This only adds to the shit-eating smile already on his face. "I find it funny that, you've been acting like a couple ever since you met!" he exclaims amused, not as much as you two, since you are shaking with anxiety.

"Obviously you were too oblivious or stupid to notice each other's feelings, and especially you little sister, you said 'she's just a friend' and you know how many times I believed it… Zero." he explains, even slightly insulting you but however the sense of understands.

"The reason you kept it from me for so long is because there was nothing to hide, you've been doing it before!" he concludes by throwing his arms in the air for emphasis, already leaving you two less anxious but much more amazed.

"Wait, I'll ignore the fact that you just called me dumb, but are you okay with me dating your sister?" ask for further confirmation, with him you never know, he is very unpredictable and unpredictability is not part of his powers.

"You're already dating her and I couldn't wait for it to happen Y/N. I mean, look at each other, you're completely fucking in love each other. I'm surprised you haven't said 'I love you' yet." he thus exits the conversation leaving you both enthusiastic, free to live the relationship without having to hide it from your best friend / twin brother.

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The rest of the dinner was awkward, sure you'd forgive Kate by the end of the day, but there was nonetheless awkwardness between everyone regardless (at least for a while) of pleasant small talk.

The advantage of staying in the countryside is that in winter you can light the fireplace and cozy up next to it with a nice cup of hot chocolate and a soft blanket.

And since the beds aren't enough in practice, the sofa should be your temporary bed.

From this point of view, the whole house is really nice, a beautiful tree all decorated in a corner, many decorations scattered throughout the house, and obviously the fireplace makes everything more beautiful (and Christmassy).

When you 'forgave' Kate it was as if a boulder had been removed from her shoulders, making her go back to her usual behavior, so much so that after fifteen minutes you were already laughing and making fun of each other.

It wasn't quite the Christmas Eve you were expecting, but it was certainly better than what would come out of it.

In practice Wanda only came once and if you hadn't literally pushed her away you would have fallen asleep together, too sad to leave you alone on the sofa, but determined enough to go and threaten Pietro to have him moved the next day.

You greeted her with a kiss, and the promise of a special gift the next day.

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It's Christmas morning and you've been up since six. You couldn't sleep and since you wouldn't have any more decent sleep, you got up and got busy.

You packed the presents you'd 'forgotten' to unpack for the kids under the tree and then got down to cooking.

One by one all the dishes float into the room, accompanied by ladles, pots and pans; also you try to adjust the speed at which they move just so as not to wake anyone up.

All the recipes for desserts, foods and various delicacies that you can eat for breakfast (at Christmas) you bake, knead and cook them.

While you manage all the courses a little, your magic does the tricky, so that you can multiply your productivity tenfold.

In the end, after an hour and a half of whisking, mixing, baking, cooking, turning on, turning off, fixing, decorating, tasting here and tasting there, you have a table (and a few other shelves) laden with delicacies of every type, genre and shape; just in time to hear baby footsteps walking through the house.

And since when the children wake up the rest of the house also wakes up in four and four eight the whole house is reluctantly awake. The first to pass in front of you are the children who dart towards the tree, without even turning their gaze to the shining table, followed by all the others.

"What is this smell?" Clint, at the head of the line, still too far away wonders.

The answer doesn't come, even if everyone else has become aware of a sweetish fragrance in the air, until the kitchen (and table) becomes visible.

You welcome them enthusiastically, with your arms behind your back with a special surprise for someone special, and to say they are surprised is an understatement.

"Wow Y/N that's... that's wonderful!" your mother is the first to speak, accustomed to your culinary whims, but never so large; you really outdid yourself this time. "You didn't have to" Laura surprised, even a lot, takes charge of any sense of thanks (on your part) next to her husband.

"What time did you wake up to do all this?!" Clint chimes in, pointing to all the stuff you've been packing, curious about your crazy schedules. "You.are.amazing!" Kate exclaims in disbelief, in fact it's the first time for her that she's seen you at work, her astonishment together with her wonder are clear on her face, dismayed by the long black hair that hangs from her cheeks.

"I know, I know. I couldn't sleep early this morning so I got to work... with a little help" you briefly summarize your answers, shifting the weight of your surprise onto one hand to free the other and show a little magic in your hands.

"Well the kids have already cleared out while you're standing there. Go go! The food will hold for another ten minutes" you urge, wanting to take time for that thing, and thank goodness it works because everyone starts walking towards the kids.

Wanda stands there, her astonishment imprinted on her features, the cold morning light illuminating her face shadowed by her hands placed there in disbelief.

When she approaches you, with your hands still behind your back, she probably doesn't know what you're hiding, because when you bring out the cake, the same cake that she once told you that her mother used to make her at Christmas.

Nothing complicated, a simple recipe, not even the yeast is there, but for her it is worth more than any other dessert in the world.

Her eyes fill with wonder when she looks into your hands and she has to resist not kissing you instantly in order not to drop the cake.

So she with a wave of her hands she pushes the cake away and bridges the gap between you. She links her arms around your neck, you place yours on her hips and together you quietly indulge in a romantic kiss.

All the electricity that generates the moment is intoxicating, she makes you feel alive and you never want to stop, but then you remember that you have to breathe and that you have to give her yet another surprise. In the kiss you smile slightly and unfortunately interrupt the beautiful moment.

"And you haven't seen your Christmas present yet" you make her curious, going from a sulky Wanda to a curious Wanda. "Oh?" she tilts her head smiling mockingly, completely interested in the surprise of her beloved.

You take her hand and after taking the car keys you go out into the cold. "If your gift is a nice flu then I don't want it" she protests when you take too long to open the faulty hood, she rubs her hands over each other to create a minimum of heat.

"Don't worry... it's just this stupid thing that - that's it!" after several tries you manage to get hold of the wooden object, before making sure to get her eyes covered for added surprise.

When you wave her all clear, she opens her eyes and in front of her you are holding a guitar, brand new "Merry Christmas, Wands!" with so much joy you say to her with arms wide open, she takes the guitar and jumps into your arms.

"Thanks thanks thanks" she fills you with kisses all over your neck going up and up.

You smell the cinnamon scent that was in the house now impregnated in her brown hair as you think over your idea.

"You were so sad when the other one broke so I bought you another one" you explain lovingly as endless kisses cover your face.

"I have a thing for you too" when she stops showering you with kisses she whispers.

"Oh yes?" interested you ask, waiting for a nod from her.

She backs away a little and with a wave of her hand a frame with a photo inside of her appears in her palm.

"What is that?" curiously you ask her questions, she trembles with anticipation, she is dying her lower lip and there really isn't the most of her.

"A memory," she confesses to you before turning the frame, and you can only be amazed, it's a picture of you and your sister when you were five.

Do you still remember that day like it was yesterday, but it's been a long time, you were out and about all day with Nora, she had done a treasure hunt and you just couldn't find anything and you were feeling so frustrated, so you went to get ice cream and then after that you built a pillow fort where you ended up taking a nap.

"How did you... How did you do it?" incredulous, you ask, it shouldn't be possible right?

"I had Vis look up information about your family and we found this…" she points to the photo, and damn you have that toaster to thank when you get back to the compound.

Now the light tears are more frequent and the bitter cold furrows the channels previously furrowed by tears pinching the cheeks a little, but despite everything she sighs and pulls up a partial smile.

"I wanted to give you a nice gift, but with this you have won a clean slate" you joke, as always using humor to defuse tension, a bad / good habit of yours that has been with you for a long time.

"I love my present, because you made it. But I'll love it more if we go inside in the warmth," she reassures you, shivering from the cold and wishing she could conjure a blanket over her.

"Let's go, Ice Queen, let's see if Pietro and Kate are arguing again" you offer her her arm and together you go inside again.

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Definitely the best Christmas you've ever had. The rest of the day was amazing, and the best part was being able to do it with the people who love you.

You spent a few more days at Clint's farm, and when you finally went away, Lila was very sad because she really loved you (also Wanda and Pietro, but you more) and you promised her you'd come back.

You also offered Kate a ride and a formal invitation to come to the compound but she has declined for the time being and said she will let you know her decision when she is ready.

Back at the compound, you hugged Steve (you really missed his 40's tales) and told him everything. Even Vision seemed different, somehow Steve made him understand what Christmas is and he no longer finds it just a commercial gimmick, you missed him too, and you even surprise him with a hug leaving him stunned.

Eventually the gamble you made with Tony kind of paid off and you're going to make sure you get paid someday.

You mention Kate to Steve and pitch her as a recruit for the avengers since Clint is supposed to be retiring and he seems quite okay with wanting to take her on whenever she wants.

A few days later Sam also returns, having gone home to his sister for the holidays and so the circle closes.

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In the life of a superhero there are difficult moments, many times they are more than the easy ones, but in those little fragments of normal life that you can carve out for yourself, you realize that you are not alone.

Sure everyone has their own conflicting ideas, but that's how it works and you can't change it.

Surely this Christmas will be one of the most magical ones you will carry in your heart.

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skulgore · 1 year

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𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭

follow up post to Best to Let Go

i don't like revenge fics, so have a series about forgiveness and healing

@iruiji

No matter where you scrolled on your phone- hell, even at movie theaters. You keep being reminded of what you consider hell. You remember being chased and killed by the people who were supposed to be kind, spewing something about an Almighty Creator. Never once have you read it in the lore, nor have you seen anyone talk about them.. besides things you found on Tumblr.

You weren't sure how to express these strong emotions you felt, and it's slowly eating you at the seams. Nobody understood what you had gone through, sure there is people who see it as a silly little story- but they don't ACTUALLY understand what it feels like to be in your shoes.

You don't want revenge, but you can't help but feel like you deserve that. Some sort of justice for what happened to you. Just being able to forgive them and have somebody not call what you went through a lie. No matter how much you searched for someone, they would all call you delusional. I mean, who is supposed to believe a random stranger on a fanfiction website? Your feelings are being totally disregarded by everyone. Now, where have you seen this before?

You don't have a safe haven anymore, nobody to go to for advice. Nobody to hear you out. They wouldn't understand how you feel, even if they did try. So why don't you go to somewhere you'll be appreciated at?

When you got home and comfortable in your own bed, your mind can't possibly focus knowing that there were people who were out to get you and could still be lurking around the corner. Your mind is mixed with fiction and reality, constantly trying to figure out which one to believe in.

You know that you can feel like whole again just by a click off the button. Running back exactly to what hurt you just for some sense of comfort. Going onto the app store, spotting the Genshin Impact title.

Something is calling you back. The people are calling you back. They want you back. They need you back. You hit the download button.

Taking a deep breath in, not even sure if it's gonna work. You clutched your chest tightly. Waiting for it to finish. Nothing will beat the thrill-craze and the adrenaline rush you had over it. Your heart beat aches for some sort of relief from the loneliness you've felt.

As soon as you opened the app, then the mysterious door on the title screen. It was like a huge wave of nausea washed over you, wiping you out with it.

Waking up, you were blinded by bright lights, immediately noticeable as the ones from the cathedral.. in the back? After rubbing your eyes and sitting up, your breath hitched.

You pushed yourself off the uncomfortable sheet with a bit of struggle. As you were getting up, Barbara walked into the room and gasped, nearly dropping the tray of needles she was holding. After setting the tray down, she ran out the room to alert the others of your awakening.

With a deep sigh, you couldn't help but feel like a weight had been lifted off your chest. She didn't immediately try killing you this time. A smile grew on your face. You tried getting off the the bed but your arms are far too weak to pick you up. Not fighting back, you just slumped back down on the uncomfortable hospital-like mattress.

Not soon later, the group from Mondstadt walks in: Jean, Venti, Diluc, Kaeya, Amber. Them all expressing sad faces, all except one, Venti. You sat back up again, letting the silence run across the room. Jean was the first one to speak up. “M'lord,” she bowed down on her knees- everyone else mimicked her, you cringed. “Thank you for blessing Teyvat with your awakening. We are terribly sorry.”

You don't know either to scoff or make fun of them, but you just keep quiet. “Please give Mondstadt any sort of judgement you see fit,” Jean continued. Which caused Venti to give her an odd look.

“No, no, no. Your grace, Jean has it all wrong,” Venti was the first one to stand up and look you in the eye. Which you couldn't help but be thankful for. “After you left, Teyvat fell into shambles,” he talked with his hands. “I didn't show up to the execution, however since I wasn't going to help hunt you down, the Cr- Imposter took away my powers.”

You cleared your throat, it being rough and honestly stinging. “Ah.. can you all stand up?” They all shoot you a confused look, but comply nonetheless. “I see, but just don't understand why all of this happened,” you gripped the sheets a bit.

“Because, the Imposter was a tyrant.” Diluc stated, arms crossed.

“Well- no shit,” you deadpan. “I'm talking about like- why me?”

“We aren't quite sure, but aren't we glad to have you back, M'lord!” Amber chirped, a hand on her hip.

Telling them to stop calling you that would be like peeling ginger. You sighed with exasperation. At least people care and understand you in Teyvat. You look towards Kaeya, the only person who hasn't talked yet. “How do you feel about this?”

“Solely sticking to the facts here? I am quite relieved.” Kaeya nods, “as Barbatoes said, Teyvat fell into shambles; wars and just death broke out across the world.”

“I feel like I should explain this, Kaeya,” Jean gives him a look of sympathy, knowing his pain and exhaustion from the fighting around them. “Specifically Sumeru, Snezhnya, and Mondstadt allied, since we were the only nations whose archons didn't show up for your public execution.” She explained, pacing herself back and forth. “Everyone set their targets on the Imposter first, and then started pointing fingers at each other. Liyue had it the worst.”

“But I'm here now, so will the wars stop?”

“The wars ended a long time ago.” Venti cuts in, “archons were simply publicly humiliated. And in the nations with gods as rulers, their powers in the government has been brought down by lots.”

“This is too complicated, why couldn't I be brought into soft AU?”

“Excuse me, M'lord?” Amber meeks out, “I think I speak for the entirety of Teyvat when I say we're happy to have you back.” It warmed your heart to hear that.

Now with all the sappy feelings out the way, “so what now?” You questioned.

“Up to you. Bring punishment, rule, or anything.” Jean says, “just know, no matter what, the city of freedom has your back.”

“How about no ruling, but instead a celebration?” A smile was plastered on your face as you asked. “In two days would be the best.”

“As you wish M'lord,” Venti bows. They all began to leave the room one by one.

Well that wasn't so bad, was it? Now you gotta prepare! It feel great to be back.

#sagau #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #self aware genshin #genshin sagau #skulgore

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csjw · 2 years

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idol! jay x nonidol gn! reader

genre; just some sweet ole fluff

notes; barely proofread so sorry for the mistakes 😰

desc; distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? where you and jay desperately miss each other after only a month. (ft. a rambly jay)

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Getting off the plane he only had one thing on his mind: what was the fastest way to your apartment from the airport?

The blinding lights of the cameras didn’t stun him, maybe it was because of his publicity training or maybe it’s because of the fact that his mind was wandering - to your eyes, your smile, your scent. He was down bad like sunghoon said, he denied it at first but now he can see how obvious his love for you is, maybe being down bad wasn’t all so bad.

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Heart hammering and bag jingling from the souvenirs he got you, he knocked on your door. Before he could even get a breathless ‘hi’ in (hey those stairs are no joke and your elevator has been broken for weeks) he was embraced in a giant hug. He was about to tease you for missing him but you shut him up quick with a kiss, so maybe he missed you a tiny bit too.

“How was your trip?”

You were beaming because even if it was only for a month calls and texts would never be able to live up to seeing your boyfriend right in front of you.

“It was great, missed you so much though. oh! But look I got you some stuff. We went to disneyland, it was so cool. Oh my god did I show you the selfie I got with goofy? The dude underneath the costume must’ve been huge! You can barely see jungwon’s face.” Jay says while pulling up said picture

You giggle, you really can’t see jungwon there.

“Okay but here I got you this cute little keychain” he points at each section of the keychain, “look there’s the castle and the little tinkerbell! Isn’t it cute?”

“Very cute baby, I love it thank you!”

“Mhm and there was this one ride that I know you would’ve loved, there were so many fast turns and the drops were kinda scary but I know you’re into that stuff.”

There was a rustling noise as he was making his way through his bag, then there was a small clatter before he finally pulled out a paper?

“What’s this?”

“Oh! We were walking around a college I think, and there was this guy saying ‘join my animal club’ or something like that (he now thinks that maybe it was a club for furries) but it had this cute baby deer picture on it so I brought it with me. Thought you might like it.” He was blushing hard now, cus maybe you thought he was a creep or something. This was definitely not as cute as the keychain. Oh god he should’ve just kept this one to himself-

You giggled looking at it.

Now he’s thinking that maybe it’s not that creepy, I mean you look like you’re enjoying it right?

“Thank you baby it’s really cute”

He let out a sigh of relief.

“Um, okay I swear I have more stuff in here for you.” More bag rustling, and then a napkin fell out? You were confused, it was all crumpled why would he keep this?

“Baby what’s this?”

“Huh? Oh, that’s from this café we went to, it was really cute, but super bougie like there’s only one in the world and well obviously it was that one. And I heard it had a mean green tea and well I didn’t have that. I actually just had an americano, which honestly top three americanos I’ve ever had. Like wow their coffee beans must’ve been made of magic or something. And anyways you love green tea so I thought I’d save the napkin so that when we go there I could take you there and you could try it.”

“Wait – take me there?”

He was getting even redder now, if that was even possible. “Oh, well I don’t know when promotions and repackage are done I thought maybe we could go on a trip together there sometime. I mean we didn’t have much time to look around but it looked beautiful so maybe we could go and sightsee, just you and me I mean. Only if you wanna go too.” He chuckled nervously not meeting your eyes.

You took initiative in your own hands cupping his face with one, “I would love to go on a trip with you and sightsee and go on that rollercoaster and drink that green tea and do whatever the heck else you wanna do.”

“Oh, okay that’s great. Mhm yup!” Feeling a little flustered at your confident hand-face holding.

“God, you’re such a dork”

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a/n; hi ! so this is my first writing post on here :D so plz be kind! all feedback is welcome and thank you all for reading <3 reblogs are greatly appreciated (´∀｀) i also don’t know why tumblr format makes it look so weird so very sorry abt that :,( also really bad header, i made it in like five mins

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harufallinwonderland · 1 month

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Really short fic (I don’t think this could be considered A Drabble though) for my oc and @shinysparklesapphires oc (our yuusonas to be specific)

“AHHHHH” Rajin slams his foot into the huge monster sending it flying through the ground for about 50 destroying the trees in the way.

“FINISH IT” A yell from A man who looks about 18 behind Rajin holding A baby yelling with the man, once Rajin lands on the ground his ring starts glowing A bright white “PRECURE BLINDING LIGHT FLASH” he raises his arms then slams them down sending waves of white lighting at the monsters and A hand formed from the lighting piercing into the monster to grab A small animal like creature.

But before the hand can fully grab it A human like monster that looks entirely made from parts of construction machines slams A small wrecking ball into him sending him flying into the air then it jumps to the same level of height slamming him down to the ground he looked about ready to pass out his pure light blond hair turning back to its normal black showing how he is about to turn back to normal.

“CRAP…SHIT WHAT ABOUT THE TOWN” the man looked back to the town which already looks deep in shit from the brief moment the fight was in the city then he looks up to see both monsters charging at Haru one from above and one farther away coming straight at them “HARU” he quickly puts down the baby in his hand gently as he covers Haru from above getting slammed by the human like monster reverting him into his rabbit form.

“INASUKI” Haru tries to stand up but was kicked back down to the ground by the human like monster then it walks towards the baby leaving the other two to the big monster,the baby starts crying she looked at her unconscious brother and injured friend and mumbles out A incoherent baby “please don’t be mad”…..”LILY DON’T” Haru yells for dear life like he is about to lose everything then Lily starts glowing as she puts her hands up putting out A wave of energy making everyone freeze in place and 4 other rings like the one Haru has appear from the light making A circle in the sky along with Haru’s that flew off his hand summoning A huge portal sucking all 5 beings into it the monsters dissolveing when it enters the portal.

The portal lead to A tunnel of pure light with A weird feeling flow of wind which blows the human like monster way in A different direction Haru takes the chance first grabbing his rabbit friends, then Lily, then the rings “PLEASE DONT DISSAPER” he yells out to the baby as she closed her eyes and light forming A cocoon around her and turning her into A big crystals.

“….you fucking idoits” tears well up in his eyes putting on all the rings although only one of the rings glowed when put on the white one then he hugs the rabbit and crystals close as he goes to face what he assumes is forward in the light tunnel “I’m so useless”

“AND THAT WILL BE ALL WHEN IT COMES TO THE RSA STUDENTS VISITING US” Crowley says in front of the crowd of students in there ceremonials robes.

“Damn this was boring” Ace mumbles out.

“Huge waste of my time That I could have spent with my blue princess” Sapphy says

“Yeah over some people vistingggg why is the mirror glowing” Deuce points to the mirror that had A yellowish light on it most students backed away along with Crowley (the coward) and it was probably xem’s hero senses tingling but Sapphy runs up to the mirror taking out xer transformation item ready to take on whatever could come out the mirror untill “wait is that Har-“ BAAM

A headbutt straight to the head sending them both flying back for Sapphy but was able to get A grip on him and stop the fall, standing them both up some other students went to check on Sapphy (mostly Adeuce and Baritone) and then the sight of A knocked out rabbit,A crystal and his eyes giving away his recent tears all that could be said was “what happened?”

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super-hero-confessions · 6 months

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This slander of The Boys comics from people who have not read them and know nothing about them needs to stop.

No, they're not 'jUsT GaRtH eNnIs BeInG aN eDgElOrD', you could not be more media illiterate with that statement if you tried.

This guy knew exactly what he was doing, everything that seems 'edgy' ends up tying up in a way that makes sense of the story and gives incredibly heart wrenching and satisfying conclusions. He's teaching lessons. And he gets it.

Yeah, there's humor and some of the stuff is a bit on the nose. But it's also a huge load of political statements and criticisms of the way society and people are in reality. Not just an exploration of the superhero genre in a more realistic setting.

Idiots that turn a blind eye to tragedy or crime because they 'don't want to see it' or have it disrupt their rose tinted privileged ass lives and would rather let those things pass by are exactly the type of people he is criticizing in The Boys.

Even the show does this. But it flies right over peoples' heads because they can't get past the gruesome reality of news flash, general reality!

Ennis KNEW. He knew exactly what he was doing and exactly why he made the comic the way it was, and it had nothing to do with 'edge'. Hell, even the people working with him knew it too. And he even knew how people were going to respond to it.

Even the way Homelander is presented vs. Billy. They have a reversed character development set up that slowly shows you who the true monsters of the story were. Billy even says it first hand that the job of The Boys and CIA is reinforcing the status quo. And Ennis understood exactly what he was criticizing and creating with Homelander.

He straight up has Annie say:

"All little kids are psychos!"

Which one, TRUE. HE GETS IT.

And two? Homelander IS presented in a way that shows his mental growth was stunted before he had the chance. He's not just some heartless monster who's running crimes left and right. It's a build up. And he has to convince himself after the fact that he CAN do these things, so he SHOULD, because he has (hasn't actually) before. But he's just pure evil and a monster in the comics. Right? Right??

Wrong! That's why he's having so much trouble with it!

But tell me one and two are meer coincidence, I dare you.

And it takes Homelander literal YEARS after being blackmailed by Billy to work up the courage to be a bad guy, AFTER being gaslit into believing he was one.

HE WASN'T.

And STILL. He is having horrible reactions like literally throwing up to actually trying to be bad and doing bad things, even when he's a smug asshole. Meanwhile Billy just does worse and worse remorselessly.

Ennis even has things go unnoticed or fly over the characters' heads to show just how much we might miss if we blink.

And while it is true that he has a style choice that may not be for everyone, the real reason people can't stand the idea of it, not even the work itself but the IDEA. Is that these same people can't stand bitter truths in reality, no matter how much they'd pretend to support victims or have the moral highroad. The reality is that when push comes to shove, no one wants to be the person who has to deal with gruesome reality.

Well guess what, some people don't get that choice. Some people don't get to live in a world of just rainbows and butterflies while denouncing everything else and the people who have to walk through mud.

You people are exactly like that woman asking A-Train to give her a 'tad more upbeat' story because they don't want to talk about the gang violence he experienced in his childhood. Or better yet, how bout those lawmakers that keep trying to change the educational system to paint awful things in positive lighting?

Put up. Or shut up.

Read the fucking comics or stop judging the books you know nothing about.

#confession #rant #the boys

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roseofdarkness0 · 1 year

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Marriage/Poly AU explained here and this specific post focuses on exploring Cali and Gov crushes on Florida, Louisiana, New York, Texas and DC. Gov and DC are separate people and I've explained it in the linked post.

Anyway, for obvious reasons the actual thing will be under the read more. There will be some sexual themes written in this so I out it under read more but there is sfw chapter at the end which you be able to read on ao3 as well!

Also also, throughout working on this beast (for me at least) it went through many forms I lost count. Huge thank you to people on the discord server for giving me ideas by answering my questions and sharing their own headcanon! I put a ๑ next to them when they are referred! I have plans for doing separate stuff for other headcanon as they didn't exactly fit in here but at this point this is it's own beast sooooo

Without further ado, enjoy the headcanon and kind of a whole one shot at the end!

~•~

Anyway, headcanon time bc they are easiest to start with.

•Cali and Gov are switches bc yes. One would assume that either California or Gov are in charge of the other but they switch usually

•I'm still sub California camp bc just gives me that vibe of a brat who only subs for the right person he trust. Otherwise he can easily charm someone to let him top like a one night stand type of deal. When he tops he likes to praise his lover and worship them but he also likes to gag and blind them and watch them fall apart under his hands.

•Gov on the other hand is a bit more top adjacent only bc I imagine it be hard for him to give up any kind control outside or inside the bedroom. Largely out of habit but when he subs he turns into very vocal lover. Likes to be tied up as well it gives him that edge but also the pressure helps him relax further into blissful state. He also has degradation kink-(๑)- which works both ways, like to degrade people but when someone degrades him he has buffering moment followed by blue screen.

•Their first time with each other was filled with awkward chuckles and talking as they tried to work out what the other might like. They ended up getting each other off with their hands after mutual agreement to talk more in the morning and ended up eating ice cream and watching movies.

•California is more experienced then Gov but doesn't mind teaching Gov and encouraging him to go for different stuff. Gov doesn't say it but he appreciates it a lot. They try out new stuff whenever something sparks their interest be it a new position or kink they wish to explore. California got Gov to do few challenges and scenes from stuff he reads to see if they would work out IRL. Gov pretends to be annoyed by them but they end up having great fun anyway even if it sometimes ends up with them having giggling fits.

•I hate this song with burning passion but tying back to them trying different challenges. California got Gov to try c-bat rhythm and both hated it. Cali made whole rant he nearly send to state group chat but thankfully he only send it to his governon who didn't have time to check his text before Gov appeared like a demon and broke his phone before leaving. He may have avoided work for few days after that.

•California found out about Gov crushing on Florida, Louisiana and DC in three different occasions and only put it together recently. Yes he gave Gov lots of shit for not going after them first time he realised he had hots for them and Gov just pouted about it and tried to defend himself but it just ended up with Gov not being able to walk the next morning after California proved a point.

•The First time California noticed it was when the states collectively decided to go to the beach. California and Florida were surfing and Cali spotted Gov ogling Florida from under the parasol he hid to avoid getting sunburned. Even after that day he kept noticing a light blush dusting Gov cheeks anytime Florida mentioned surfing or was showing off his strength by wrestling the alligators.

•Later that night when the two were cuddling, Cal asked Gov directly if he had crush on Florida which Gov of course denied. The deny was quickly cut off when Cali started talking dirty, purring into Gov ear about being helplessly trapped and pinned under Florida or tying Florida to the bed and testing those new toys on him whilst watching Hun squirm and moa-he got smothered with pillows. Some would say that's spous-okay fine he will go to sleep but they will talk more in the morning. (They didn't)

•Louisiana was harder to spot but it was during one of the cookouts the South hosted. They ran out of drinks or something-he can't remember exactly what-but Loui and Gov were gone for a good while before they returned with gov looking a bit pink on the face and Louisiana looking a bit smug if cheeky as he teased Gov about something.

•Later Gov told him about how someone mistaken them for a couple and wasn't listening and kept spewing bullshit even when Gov was trying to correct them. After a while Gov was ready to do some "government overreach" when the person got a bit more aggressive, getting up to their faces and looking like they were about to pull something out to attack them with, but Louisiana acted faster, pinning the person to a nearby wall by their neck.

Gov isn't sure what was exactly said but the person looked paler and stumbled towards security who came over to check on the situation. Louisiana bullshitted that the two were a couple who was harassed and they were mostly let go (Loui might have picked gov, their groceries and ran) and California really should stop looking at him like he is idiotic. He isn't he swears and it was just one time thing anyway!

Cali did call him stupid and an idiot and proceed to try and smother him with pillows for not taking the opportunity to carry the couple joke long enough to get at least one date.

•When it comes to DC, Cali only witnessed the end bit when he was dropping some paperwork in Gov office and saw DC speed walking from there looking flustered if a bit pale and Gov bashing his head on his desk. There was also a breeze from the newly broken window scattering the papers around the office.

•Apparently-Gov started, wrinkling his nose as California sat on his laps and cleaned the wound on his forehead-he and couple other politicians had a meeting that was going nowhere. The meeting was interrupted by DC who had documents Gov requested as they were needed for the next state meeting. One of the politicians snarled something about states being useless which set something off in DC as he proceeded to verbally murder the politicians. Gov isn't sure what was exactly said as he was too busy staring-simping, California provided with a grin-at DC and the way his eyes shone and how he suddenly had command of the room, the anger and everything find words to describe this bullshit

When Gov finally butted in and dismissed the politicians but told DC to stay. DC was getting defensive even before Gov had a chance to speak which unfortunately led to FBI being thrown out of window by frustrated DC. How even gov doesn't know. All he knows is that he said something that made DC look all red and walk out and he been just banging his head on the desk....he so wanna smash tho

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To summarise:

Gov, pointing to DC: I want this this twink obliterated

Gov internal monologue next to Loui: Daddy? Sorry, Daddy? Sorry, Da-

Gov, to himself after witnessing Florida wrestle down a particular agresive gator: wish that was me being manhandled like that

Utah:

Utah: being held back from dumping entire bucket of holy water on to oblivious gov by confused Nevada, Wash and Oregon whilst New Mexico and Arizona cheer Utah on

California: simps to avoid responsibility

~•~

Which speaking of Cali!

•Started simping after Texas without realising he was simping for years. Like pretty much since they knew each other California been drawn to Texas and he never was able to work out why exactly. Until south hosted 4th of July cookout and Texas somehow managed to get mechanical bull set up. Gov still laughs about the nosebleed he got when it was Texas turn.

•In his defense. he didn't knew Texas would look so... so hot whilst doing that! Just even thinking back on it makes his cheeks warm. And those jeans ah..... Gov has no business staring at him knowingly like that! So what if they are in the meeting? At least he isn't eye fucking Florida across the table!

•The main point is, Cali only started to acknowledge his feelings after that night. It did spiral into avoiding Texas for good couple weeks which made other states confused as to why the two aren't fighting. Hell even Texas tried to ask him what was wrong but of course he avoided that. Gov grew a bit tired of his moping and staged an "intervention" which was Cali being spread on Gov desk and fucked thoroughly only getting to cum when he finally told Gov what was up. Gov made sure to give Cali plenty of cuddles later and to tease the hell out of him.

Cali did apologise for his behaviour in his way which just involved him buying everyone expensive consoles or items they were chatting about when they thought he wouldn't hear. He even made pecan pie (it was rough day for the kitchen. North East and South still cry about the abomination the first pie ended up as) which Texas accepted with a grin. Cali might have nearly shoved the whole pie in Texas face because of how flustered he suddenly got but it was worth it.

•New York crush spiraled out of control during New Year eve party. The states were invited to fancy party hosted by politicians thus pretty dresses and suits all around. Gov was wearing one of his tailored pieces and looking way more serious then most states usually see him. Even Florida and Louisiana were convinced to wear suits! .... well Lousianna was wearing a suit, Florida was wearing top half of a three piece suit over a flowing ball gown with front cut off to show off the fuzzy socks and fancy crocks he was wearing. Cali still remembers the horrified faces of some of the guests foundly.

He himself was wearing quite nice piece of floor length gown with diamonds and sequins making it sparkle and shimmer as if it was water or fire. But he also was getting sick of some of the people, thus his near successful attempt at leaving unnoticed. Just as he was about to press the button to take him to the rooftop, another person joined him in and he blinked owlishly at New York before blushing and looking away when NY glared at him.

New York looked so pretty too. The suit was hugging all the right places and the dark blue colour of the suit just helped to bring out the blue of his eyes out. He even had his hair slicked back although few strands of hair still seemed to have mind of their own as they fell from the hairstyle, framing New York face just right.

He didn't even notice when they arrived to the roof but once out there they both went to the ledge and shared a cigarette together. When he started to shake from the cold New York promptly took off his suit jacket and put it on him, not meeting his eyes as he did but it still made California blush and smile. They shared cigarette for a good while and kept stealing glances at each other.

But before ether of them could say anything, there was ping as the elevator doors opened up again and Florida came barreling out, shouting something about fashion and chaos as he tackle hugged New York, Cali noted that he was wearing Loui suit jacket as well, as he quickly grabbed the two smaller states before they went over the rooftop.

There was a laugh as Louisiana came out from the elevator next, grinning at New York and winking at him which made New York grumble as he held Florida and gave up on his lecture as to why you dont tackle people on the rooftops deciding that going back to the party would be better ides as he dragged Florida towards safety of the elevators.

When they returned back to the party downstairs, Gov shot him concern look which he dismissed with a wave of his hand, still feeling warm from the interaction on the roof as they all slowly got ready for the countdown to the new years.

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To summarise:

Cali: placing another picture on a wall full of pictures of Texas I hate texas

Cali: enormous eyes at new york you share cigarette with Cali? You give jacket? Oh crush for new York! Crush for one thousand years!

~•~

". . ."

"???"

"Can i-"

"Why didn't you tell us you were married?" New York narrowed his eyes as he stormed into the room and took a seat in front of the desk.

Texas at least had decency to close the door before sitting down.

"Hello to you two, why yes I am doing fine thank you for asking-"

"Cut the bullcrap and answer the question"

"What even bought this on?"

"Well you see, Nevada shared... somethin' on that server you and Washington had everyone join like a month back? And Utah supported it with few evidence pieces and well here we are"

Gov wondered if its not too late to take FBI approach and escape through the window.

"Well I haven't seen it so I can neither confirm nor deny-"

"Here" New York threw placed his phone on the desk which Gov took cautiously and looked through the screenshots in the gallery. He raised an eyebrow at the name on top being #Blackmail-sharing as he didn't remember such channel existing in the server. Not wasting anymore time. he carefully read through it"

Texas only watched with small amusement as Gov eyebrows climbed higher and higher on his forehead, snorting quietly when the fed went pale, guessing that he managed to read through the 'evidence'-as Utah and Nevada insisted calling the stolen footage from cameras around the house as. If it wasn't serious he would have laughed at Gov outright.

"So?"

"So nothing"

"The fuck you mean 'so nothing'?! It's a simple question! Are you married or not?!" New York looked ready to blow a gasket which yeah no, he can't afford another window repair so close from the last time.

"Why is it bothering you two so much whatever me and Cali are married or not?"

New York looked like a deer caught in a headlights for a moment as he buffered and tried to come out with reasonable excuse but Texas seemingly beat him to it as he looked at Gov like he just revealed the big secret.

"A-ha! so you are married!"

"I'm sorry?-"

"Well you just said "whatever you and cali" are married and we didn't mention anyone by name!"

Gov raised his eyebrow and just pointed back to the screenshots on New York phone. "Maybe you didn't but Utah and Nevada apparently did"

"Alright fair point but still"

"So back to the original question, why does it bother you two so much?"

"Less bother and more like it feels like somethin' others should know and what's not considering-" Texas trailed off, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he cleared his throat and looked at New York for help or distraction.

"Least we expected was to be invited or literary fucking anything instead of being kept in the dark, only to find out Utah and Nevada knew before us" Gov blinked and looked a bit closer at the two, noticing the slight tremors going through New York frame as he kept glaring at Gov with... was that Hurt? And Texas despite his calm demeanour did seem like he wanted to shoot something or someone.

Letting out a sigh he leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples as he gathered up what he should tell them without Cali potentially getting mad at him for it later.

"-specially if it was recent-"

"Wait hold one when do you think we got married exactly?"

New York blinked and squinted suspiciously at Gov. "Recent I suppose? 10 years or less?"

"Oooh"

"What in tarnation you mean 'ooh'?" Now it was Texas turn to look at Gov with suspicion.

"Well, Cali would be able to give you a more details but I'm pretty sure this year we will have our 200 anniversary? Give or take few years"

Gov didn't knew the two could be that quiet and if anyone asked him about it he could have sworn he heard a paperclip drop from his desk.

". . . what"

"... do you want me to repeat or-" Gov flinched as New York abruptly stood ups the chair he was sitting on clattering loudly to the floor as he stormed out of the room.

Texas just gave him a look of something-he really needs to spend more time distinguishing emotions considering how long he usually stares at them anyway-nodding as he left his office a bit more calmly.

When the door shut he just let out a sigh and banged his head on the desk. He blindly reached over for his phone and opened up messages with Cali, quickly typing out a warning which he hopes Cali would read instead of ignore.

Why did it feel like he just jinxed himself?

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California frowned and growled in frustration as he coughed yet another trash instead of the fish he needed for the bundle. Honestly sometimes fishing was bullshit!

Before he could open up his cheat menus something-or rather someone-fell on top of his chest. making him grunt and lift his switch into the air as he glared down at the bucket hat and sunglasses.

"Florida, why?"

"Why not?"

California just rolled his eyes and wiggled a not to get more comfortable, letting Florida shuffle and find his own comfy position on top of him. "Whatever just don't interrupt men I nearly had that fish!"

"Sure you did! And I'm blind!"

"Mhm so we won't have to worry about chaos?"

"Oh no, it means even more chaos cause now I get to shoot confetti glue sticks at everyone without getting in trouble!"

Cali just laughed as he went back to his farm and closed the game after saving progress by going to bed. He out the switch on the table next to him, he notice that his phone has one new notification on it.

Before he could check it tho, Florida grabbed his hand and dragged it closer to his face, inspecting something.

"... like, what are you looking for? It's just my hand-"

"When did you get married? Its first time I see you wearing it"

"Not true! You saw me wearing it couple weeks ago when I went out with Gov!" Cal couldn't help but correct Florida, blinking at the sudden chill and blank look on Florida face that quickly shifted into a pout.

"You married Gov few weeks ago and didn't tell us? We so could have helped! I could have brought Peter to officiate it!"

"I think you mis-wait Peter?"

"A priest alligator!"

"....a priest alligator?"

"Yes!"

"As in like priest who's mutant alligator or alligator who is a priest?"

"Yes"

"... fair enough"

"So why didn't you tell us?" For once Florida seemed to be eager to go back to the topic.

Cali rolled his eyes and let out a sigh as he flicked Florida nose, grinning when he scrounged it up adorably.

"As I was like saying, I didn't marry Gov few weeks ago-"

"Sha! You should have said something about dem wedding parry sooner! I could have supplied alcohol"

"Loui!"

"FLORIDA NO-OOMPH" Cali clutched his stomach as he was promptly tramped over by Florida who launched himself into Louisiana arms for a hug.

Louisianan just laughed and spun Florida around, nuzzling their cheeks together in a greeting. From where he was curled up into a ball of pain-florida was heavy damnit-he heard amused huff. He looked up and squinted at DC who just grinned at him.

"Alright there California?"

"Likes totally go fuck yourself"

DC just responded with a laugh as he helped California sit up and checked him over, pausing over the ring. Unlike Florida he seemed more curious rather then interrogative.

"That's quite pretty ring, suits you"

"Thank you"

"Ring, sha?" this time Loui seemed more confused as he held Florida like teddy bear. A teddy best full of cocaine and drugs who kept waving his limbs around but a teddy nonetheless.

"Yup" California proudly showed his ringed hand to Louisiana, entering infodumping mode as he explained how he managed to get the materials for it and the cost that was more then worth it.

Whilst Loui did nod along. Cali could tell he looked a bit troubled which made him pause and frowns as he stared at the three, arms crossed and eyes squinting in suspicion.

"Okay, fess up, like what's with the faces?"

"I think it's a bit hard to imagine you married is all?" DC supplied a but unsure as he fidget with his tie, only to suddenly fall on the couch as Florida launched himself St him and made them fall.

"Yeah! And you didn't even invite us!"

"Okay, first of all, rude, this is like my second marriage I have game you know?" He ignored The shocked expressions less he takes it even more personally then he does now, "And me and Gov married like ageeeees ago"

"and how long would that be exactly?" Before California could reply to DC question a new voice interrupted.

"Two-fuckin'-hundred years apparently!" NY replied, looking like he is about to get out his bat and smash something. Texas trailing after him looking like he is torn between joining NY with his gun or go get wasted.

Deciding that now would be perfect time to check his phone to avoid the half alarmed and half hurt looks shot his way. Turning it on he blinked at several messages from Gov that varied in panicked tone with the most recent one practically begging California to check his phone or to come to his office.

Letting out a sigh he shrugged and gathered his switch and pocketed his phone. "Yep, married 1823 and all, funny how time flies"

"Wait wait didn't you became a state in 1850? How can you have two marriages before existing???"

"Wait a damn second two marriages?!" California ignored Texas outburst as funny as it was to see his face all twisted up from.emotions he clearly doesn't experience everyday.

"Who said I started existing in 1850?" California grinned and shot the group a wink as he quickly made his way toward Gov office, ignoring the shouts and demands to explain himself from the group.

~•~

Entering Gov office was always a 50/50 shot of either finding it organised to the last millimeter or finding it in chaos with later strewn about and fire somehow burning something.

So when he did finally entered he expected chaos and was instead greeted with the lights shut off, shutter blinds down and Gov curled up on the couch California bullied him into putting in there for naps after all night paperwork marathons.

He shut and locked the door to the office and made his way to Gov but before he could do anything, two strong arms circled around his waist and dragged him down to the couch.

Cooing softly Cali nuzzles and kissed Gov cheek as he hugged him back as best as he could murmuring soft reassurances.

For mow comforting his husband was his priority, and after getting Gov to drink some water and eat something, they will brainstorm what the next step should be.

They will make it.

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