°winnie💫

I need fic ideas so I can stop disappearing :p

I prefer to write for female characters but I'm fine with some male characters as well.

Fandoms I usually write for:

-Resident evil (at the moment 2,3,4,7, and 8)

-Resident Lover

-Marvel (Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic 4)

-Marvel rivals (please I need requests for them especially the ladies)

-Bayonetta(need more Jeanne fics)

-Ace Attorney

-Black Lagoon

-Silent Hill

Requests are closed!

Warnings: none A/n: This ones a hc. Proofread?: no

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Oh, pumpkin carving, a basic fall tradition, but fun nonetheless. Requires nothing but a few tools, patience, and maybe a little good craftsmanship. Simple right? Not for both of you.

Usually, Wanda would like to make everything look decent, from taking the seeds out to carving out designs. But she wasn’t alone this time.

She tasked herself to carve out a large pumpkin, one that would take more than herself, and what better help could she get than her lover? Anyone else that’s for sure. It was going to be messy regardless but you made it 10x worse.

At first, it was going smoothly. She cut the top off, and you played rock-paper-scissors over who had to gut it. Which you lost with your mind-reading girlfriend, possibly cheating.

As you pulled the seeds and other things out of the pumpkin, you noticed she stayed a few steps away from the mess.

You pulled your arm out of the pumpkin to reach out to her. Each step she took back, you took forward, and she slowly realized what you were doing.

“You wouldn’t.”

This makes you shrug. “I could”

“You shouldn’t.” She said, then took off running.

That prompted you to chase her around with your pumpkin-covered hand.

In the midst of your chase, you ended up knocking over the bowl that you used to put the pumpkin seeds in. Which put an end to your chase, and unfortunately, you had to clean it all back up.

Before another debate occurred, Wanda quickly took over cutting out the pumpkin while you were cleaning. She promised that you could carve out its mouth.

So you waited. Impatiently of course. You bothered Wanda who was trying to not kick you out. You only stopped once you remembered she was holding a knife. She wouldn’t do anything, but the thought still scared you.

Once she handed you the knife a wave of regret immediately crossed her features. You could tell the second the knife handle reached your fingers. You were determined to prove her wrong. And you did, until the urge to cause chaos came back.

The design you were doing was simple, just a pumpkin smiling. However, you wanted to give it a bucktooth. And a bucktooth, you gave it.

At first, Wanda was not pleased. She glared at you, but then took another look at the pumpkin. It was undeniably cute.

“..Not bad.”

“See? I knew what I was doing.” You folded your arms proudly.

“Sure you did. It’s not like you cut the mouth too big.” She said sarcastically.

“Oh, hush. He’s beautiful.”

“He?”

“Yes, he. Our beautiful pumpkin child.” You pat the pumpkin. Wanda rolled her eyes.

“Whatever you say, Detka.”

It took longer than expected, but you both successfully carved out the pumpkin without messing it up. The large pumpkin sat smiling, and bearing all two of its teeth.

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“Honey, did we have to go to an outdoor carnival?” Emma’s face scrunched in annoyance. The place was filled with children and adults walking around, with some teenagers mixed in.

“We’re not here for the carnival..remember the pumpkin patch?”

“We could have just bought one from a grocery store.” She folded her arms. You sighed, knowing she was going to be nagging you the whole time.

“You’ve been busy this whole week. I just wanted you to relax and walk around instead.” You said. “You can just call a ride and chill at my place until I get back.” You slowly walked into the carnival.

Emma’s annoyed look dissipated. There was a pause before you heard her walking fast behind you. Her arm linked around yours quickly, and she tugged you along.

“Let’s get going. Don’t want any of the good pumpkins to be taken.” She pulled you with her as she walked, making it a little hard to keep up. You laughed at the sudden change in tone.

The small carnival was pretty beautiful. Lights filled the place, not too bright but enough to make the place feel welcoming.

There were stands filled with trinkets and souvenirs. Kids walked around with their faces painted as zombies and other ghouls.

The smell of food hit your senses, and you turned to see a place specifically for food. Your eyes landed on the candy stand.

“Do you want to check out the stands? It’s a little early before they open up the patch.” You looked up at her.

“What happened to only being here for the pumpkins?” You hear her repeat what you said in a mocking tone, and you groan.

“Come on! It'll be fun.” You pointed at the candy stand from before.

She lets go of you, and you walk to the candy stand. Thankfully, the line wasn’t long; only a kid and her mother stood in front of you.

Waiting for their order to be finished, you stare at the menu options. Your face contorted in confusion. Almost everything was sour-flavored. The prices were outrageous too.

“Your teeth will fall out if you just look at the candy.” You hear her whisper behind you.

“I’m only here for the plain candy apple anyway.” You whisper back to her.

Once the family left, you told the woman standing behind the counter what you wanted.

You pull out your wallet from your jacket, preparing to pay for it, until you feel Emma’s hand swatting your hand down.

"At least let me pay for this unhealthy snack.” You watch her pull out a wad of cash from the inside of her coat pocket.

“You don’t have any singles. Besides, I stopped by the stand so I pay for it.” You shoo her away and hand the woman a $10 bill.

The woman hands you the candy apple and your change, and you feel Emma’s arm wrap around your waist.

“Feeling extra touchy today, are we?” You teased. Usually, she’d respond with something that’ll make you flustered, but she doesn’t.

“No, it's just too many people around. I wouldn’t be able to tell if someone would dare try to hurt you.” She said. It warmed your heart hearing that she’s looking out for you, but you didn’t want her to stress out during the entire trip.

You hummed quietly, looking for something else that could ease her mind, or at least distract her.

Your eyes passed by the various carnival rides, not exactly in the mood for whiplash. Then spot a target blasting game. It had multiple water guns on it, and nobody was playing.

“Let’s go play that.” You pull her towards the carnival game, ignoring her complaints.

The game was free, thankfully, and all you needed to do was aim at the bullseye, gain a lot of pints, and win the best prizes.

You sat down on the bench and patted the seat next to you. “Come on.” You looked up at her.

Emma had her arms folded, staring down at you. You held your ground, however. You were set on having her relax, and maybe a little game would help.

She held the little staring match before caving in. You watch her sit down and grab the water gun.

The man sitting behind the counter turned on the game, and the timer began.

You noticed that as the timer went down, the target moved faster, but it was easy to keep track of it. Emma was behind a few points, making you even more determined to stay on track.

You were concentrated, keeping a watchful eye on the target. It jolted down, but as you moved the water gun down with it, your body suddenly went stiff.

“What the fuck?” You hear Emma chuckling. A blue crystal-like halo shone above her head.

“You’re cheating!” You whisper-yelled. Emma's laughter became slightly louder as her points went up, and yours remained the same.

The man running the game wasn’t even paying attention. He was busy talking to someone else. Once her points surpassed yours, you felt control coming back to your limbs.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The timer had run down to zero, and Emma won.

You stare in shock at both of your points being displayed on the screen. Emma was trying her best not to burst out in laughter.

The audacity of this woman.

“Whoa, she won? Got a lot of points too.” He grabbed a stick. “Man, I had imaginary money betted on you.” He pulled down the highest costing reward. A huge stuffed polar bear.

You rolled your eyes at Emma hugging the stuffed animal. “Yeah, me too.” You mumbled.

“Come on, darling! We have much more to do.” Emma said in a cheerful tone. You feel her grab your hand, and she pulls you in the direction of the Ferris wheel.

“Beautiful stunt back there.” You said, sarcasm seeped through your voice.

“I know, right! The look on your face was absolutely priceless.” She smiled. You groaned at her enthusiasm, but she was happier so you didn’t mind so much.

Both of you stood behind another couple waiting to get on. Your neck craned up, admiring the Ferris wheel. The lights blocked out the surrounding area, and your vision focused on the Ferris wheel itself.

The ride came to a stop, and the people operating it let riders off. As one set of people got off, another got on, and soon it was your turn.

You got on the ride first, then held out your hand to help Emma on. She sat across from you, still holding the plushie.

Once you both were seated in the cabin, the ride moved up a little to let the next groups in. The scenery was amazing so far, and you bet it would look even better if you were higher up.

You looked back at Emma, who was already staring at you. She held a content smile, eyes adoring you. “You planned this, didn’t you?” She asked.

You leaned back against the cabin's wall. “Perhaps.” You say. She playfully rolled her eyes at your vagueness.

“Hope you didn’t forget I'm a telepath. Or else you want another reminder.” She raised the stuffed polar bear.

“I don’t want to hear it, cheater.” You put your hand on the plushie, pushing it back down into her lap and making Emma laugh.

The Ferris wheel moved up once again, and the two of you were much higher. You could almost see the lights of a nearby town through the fog.

“I noticed how stressed you’ve been this week. With you helping mutant-kind.” Emma looked off to the side. Recently, it’s been hard for mutants. You’re honestly surprised this trip has gone so smoothly so far. “I saw this carnival a while ago and have been wanting to come here since.”

“So you did plan this.” You nodded. A strong jolt shook the cabin, then the Ferris wheel started to move.

“Well, I’m glad you managed to convince me.” Her gaze shifted from the ground to the sky. The stars were easier to see now that you were at the peak of the ride, away from the lights below.

“This view is breathtaking. If only I could stay up here.” She whispered the last part to herself.

However, you weren’t staring outside of the cabin. Your eyes were glued to Emma. Her jaw was relaxed, her shoulders slumped, and that tense, arrogant mood from before was replaced with tranquility. She even held the stuffed bear against her.

“Isn’t the view beautiful, dear?” Your eyes never left her face. Your mission was now accomplished, and you were relishing your reward.

Warnings: none A/n: I've been itching to do some fics for resident evil characters so prepare to be sick of me this month. Proofread?: yes

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You shrink into your hoodie as the cold air slaps your face. Earlier, you had pulled your hood over your head and tightened the drawstrings, but it still seems not to be enough to fight back the autumn breeze. Your teeth were chattering and your vision was half blocked by the hood. 

Perhaps you underestimated the weather today.

Donna stared at you. “I told you to dress warmer” Her quiet voice spoke, recalling her previous scolding about the weather. 

You insisted on being fine with wearing only your hoodie, but now you regretted not listening to her. You could do nothing but nod in defeat. 

Donna stopped her movement. You shifted your body towards her after hearing her steps pause. She loosened the scarf around her neck, moving it to your face, wrapping it around your neck and pulling part of it up over your nose. 

“You didn’t have to give this to me.” You said, voice muffled by the scarf. 

“I know.” You feel her hand grab onto yours and she begins pulling you down the street. 

After a bit more walking you hear a store bell ring. You move the scarf down and let out a sigh of relief. Luckily the store had heat flowing through the building.

Donna shifted closer to you, and her hold on your hand became tighter. 

“Are you going to be okay?” You rub your thumb over her hand. 

“..I’ll be fine.” She mumbled. You hear a slight tremble in her tone. 

“We only need a few things, then we can leave.” You tell her. Donna nods and this time you pull her along the way. 

You enter the Halloween-themed aisle that was filled with goofy skulls and animated witches doing their signature cackle. 

Donna planned to make her own decorations for the house, she even pulled some older things from past Halloweens. 

However, you wanted some paint and didn’t want to use up any of Donna’s. 

“I just wonder why you didn’t ask Alcina for paint. I’m sure she has many different kinds.” 

You flinch just hearing her name being mentioned. The last time you crossed paths with the flamboyant woman was when you were hanging out with Daniela. 

It was both of your first times meeting each other. She was extremely intimidating, and you’re sure you made a fool of yourself in front of her. 

“She probably didn’t want to be bothered, which I understand since she runs a whole company-“ Donna’s quiet laughter interrupted you. 

“Cara Mia, Alcina isn’t going to do anything to you, especially with me around.” Your face became warm hearing the nickname, completely ignoring the rest of what she said. 

You ended up finding the paint near the end of the aisle. As you browsed through the different brands, Donna’s presence drifted away from you. 

Something caught her attention. On the shelf sat a singular porcelain doll holding up a crescent moon. The doll wore a black dress with blue pearlescent. It also had a black crown on. 

The small doll was beautiful, and you could understand why she was so entranced by it.

“We can get it if you want.” You suggested. Donna jolted. Maybe a little too intrigued by the woeful doll. She even forgot she was in public.

“No, I was just looking.” Donna walked away from the glass doll to browse the other decorations. You knew that was a lie and stepped towards the doll anyway. Just as you were about to reach out to the doll Donna calls out to you.

“You think this would look good sitting outside. It looks silly but nothing some paint can’t fix.” She raised the skeleton up to you. On the price tag, it seems the store clerks named it.

“Bob? They named this thing Bob?” You said in disbelief. 

“Such a unique name for a skeleton hm?” She joked. The thing looked silly. For heaven’s sake, it even had the ridiculous googly eyes in the sockets. But you needed more props. Yes, there were the old ones but they looked as if they’ve been passed down 4 generations. 

You nod reluctantly. Like Donna said, maybe you could decorate it and give it more spook than stupid. 

You hear Donna mumbling to herself as you begin to walk back down the aisle. However, you couldn’t hear due to the rattling of the skeleton. 

You set the small cart on top of the end of the conveyor belt, placing the divider bar behind the next person in line. Donna carefully placed the skeleton prop down and helped you take out the items. 

She put each paint on the conveyor belt and you feel her slowly take out the porcelain doll, holding it up to get a better look.

“..You didn’t have to get this for me.” She carefully sat it down. 

“Well I wanted to and it's a gift so now you have to accept it,” You say, placing the cart down on the floor. 

Donna gets ready to protest but the cashier speaks to her. 

“Cash or card ma’am.” The young man’s monotone voice cut through your conversation. You pull out a yellow card, swiping it on the card reader and stuffing it back into your pocket.

You pick up the ridiculous-looking skeleton, and your bag of paints and make your way out the door. Donna wasn’t that far behind you, holding the doll in her hands carefully. 

You flinch once again as the cold air immediately wipes off the warmth from your body. You stop moving to tighten the drawstrings around your hoodie, but then you feel her bump into you.

“Oh- I'm sorry. It’s just so beautiful” She raised it up so you could see it. 

The doll's blue sheen was easier to see when the light hit it. Looking at it now, it was really high quality for being sold at a discount store. 

You laughed at Donna’s excitement. “Yes, it is.” You said. She wasn’t so amazed by it at first glance, you wondered where the enthusiasm came from. It was honestly cute. 

You went back to covering yourself in the scarf she gave you. You kept rewrapping and rewrapping but you couldn’t get it to feel like it did when Donna did it.

“Hold this” Donna put the doll in your hand and took her scarf from the other. She raised it up in front of your mouth and paused. You watch her awkwardly look around, making sure people weren’t looking, before placing a kiss on your lips. 

You were surprised. This is one of the few times she shows affection in public, other than sticking to your side like glue. Your free hand moved to hold her waist and you leaned into the kiss more. 

You feel her break the kiss after a few seconds, “Thank you, Dolcezza,” Donna said quietly. 

You smiled, staring into her eyes before cupping her cheek and kissing the scar on her face. Donna yelped. 

Her entire face and ears were red. The entire reaction made you laugh.  She wrapped the scarf around your mouth quickly and took the doll from your hand. Her entire face and ears were red. The entire reaction made you laugh. 

“Uhm, l-let’s go home” Donna stuttered. She began to speed walk away from you. However, you were laughing so hard you couldn’t keep up. 

“Wait-“ The skeleton dropped out of your arms, making you laugh harder. 

Welcome to my Flufftober master-list. I will be participating so this is officially my first time! will i get through them all? (spoiler warning: i didn’t…) also sorry for putting my requsts on hold ill get to them eventually

; The way you could tell that I have some favorite fandoms…

Could you do Jeanne and a S/O who got injured? (probably by an angel attack or smth) we need more Jeanne fics in the world😭

Title: “Bothersome..”

Summary:

You come home after a street fight. Jeanne is worried sick for you, but shows it in her own way.

The afternoon sun peeks its golden light through the blinds, turning the living room into a beautiful orange hue.

Warm wind flows through the open window, and the sound of wind chimes drowns out the busy streets below.

Jeanne sits back on the sofa. Her arms instinctively reached up, joints popped and her body ached slightly after being hunched over papers for hours.

The relaxing environment helped Jeanne concentrate on grading. So much so that she forgot that this wasn’t her own apartment.

Maybe that’s why she felt so calm. As much as she loved Cereza’s company, it disrupted her focus and left her behind on her work.

When that happens, she retreats to your apartment once the workload becomes heavy. You were at work today so it was empty.

Jeanne didn’t mind the temporary loneliness and waited for you to come home.

Plus you always brought food back and that was always a treat.

Jeanne’s mind drifts off as she slowly realizes your absence. It was way past the time you usually came home. She taps her phone screen and your name pops up.

“Don’t cook, I'm bringing dinner home.”

The text would’ve warmed her heart if it hadn’t been sent over an hour ago. She raises her hand to her forehead trying her best not to think further about every worst-case scenario going through her mind.

However, those scenarios are cut short as keys are slammed against the door. She exhaled, glad she didn’t have to think those irrational thoughts anymore.

You peered your head through the door frame and cursed. You didn’t expect Jeanne to be here. Jeanne must have heard you because she looked at you in confusion.

“What are you doing?” She said, You could hear the worry in her voice, but it’s hidden with annoyance.

You hesitate to step in but it felt like you were walking on sharp knives and your body was begging for rest.

Jeanne watched your figure limp closer and froze. Your nose had dried blood on it. Cuts and scraps covered your fists and your face was bruised.

“I, uh, got the food” You lifted the white plastic bag and shifted on your aching feet. Jeanne was still stunned. Your confidence faltered a little as you watched her slowly stand up.

“What. Happened.” She walked closer to you.

“Like I said. I was bringing food home.”

“No shit! I mean what happened to you?!” Her hands cupped your cheeks as she scanned your face. You sucked your teeth from the pressure she was putting on the bruises.

“There were these assholes outside of the restaurant and- ah!” Your nose stings as she pushes against it.

“And you decided to fight them?” Her eyes narrowed at you.

“Well yeah but- ow!” She pushed against your nose again. You swat her hand away out of reflex and cupped your nose. It had started to bleed once again.

“Damn buffoon" She mumbled, and walked off to the bathroom. Sitting down on the sofa your body stings, and you let out a pained exhale.

You open the plastic bag, taking out your tray of food. Your stomach grumbles thinking about eating.

However, a drop of blood lands on top of the container. Your nosebleed has begun to trickle down your lip and you cringe at the taste.

At least it didn’t get on the food.

Jeanne comes back with a washcloth in hand. She sits down next to you and her hand moves under your jaw, tilting your head up so she could clean your nose.

The warm cloth wiped off the blood running down your mouth. Jeanne made sure not to push against your nose again.

You watched her intently, taking in every detail on her face. You could see the dark circles starting to form under her eyes. Her glasses were slowly slipping off the bridge of her nose and a few strands of hair were slipping out of her ponytail.

On top of that, she was scowling at you. She was so adorable you couldn’t fight back the goofy grin taking over your face.

Jeanne noticed and her eyebrows scrunched.

“Stop staring at me.”

“Are you mad?” You teased her.

This makes Jeanne roll her eyes. “I’m not mad.” She stops cleaning your nose and grabs your hand.

“I’m furious.”

“No you’re not.” You laughed. She dabs the cloth over the cuts on your knuckles. It stung a bit but not as much as your nose.

After cleaning your hands she set the cloth down on the table then grabbed her tray out of the bag. Jeanne was quiet which worried you.

“Are you really mad at me?”

She flipped it open revealing the rich orange chicken. “…You’re not going to tell me aren’t you?” She shook her head and took a bite out of her chicken. You groaned and began to eat your food as well.

The TV played a random news channel and it was the only noise in the room. Though you weren’t sure if she was actually upset, you still felt guilty.

Maybe she was mad.

She wasn’t even looking at you which made you feel worse.

With a sigh, you try to fill the long gap of silence with an explanation.

“There was this old man.” You started. “They were trying to rob him. I was going to ignore it but I knew it was something you wouldn’t do.”

There was a pause before you heard her mumble to herself.

“Huh?”

“I’m not mad at you” A small smirk takes over her face which confuses you even more.

“Well, you have to be..you’re doing that thing when you ignore me.”

You folded your arms. Jeanne rested her back against the sofa. The golden glow from the sun made her white strands seem translucent. A soft expression took over her features as she opened her mouth.

“Honey, I was worried.” Your heart throbbed hearing that. She wasn’t one for sappy nicknames, preferring your name, or insults, over them. So hearing them was rare and it always made you gush when she used them.

A fit of giggles interrupted the silence. “Aww you were worried for me!”

Jeanne’s adorable softness dissipated, and was quickly replaced with an irritated expression.

“Of course I was!” She turns away from you, but you catch a glimpse of the rose tint coating her ears.

Your hand reached over to cup her cheek, turning her head towards you. You could tell that her usually pale face was becoming red.

“And you're blushing?” Jeanne groaned and turned back towards the television, though you still hear small aggravated mumbles coming from her.

You lean towards her, placing a kiss on her cheek. Jeanne's eyes snap back to you, still annoyed but she moves closer to you.

“I love you.”

You rested against her, since your body lost its strength for the day. Jeanne wrapped her arm around your waist and placed a kiss on your forehead.

Summary: You and Sue have a dinner date and a cute moment together.

Notes: male reader

You stood in the middle of your living room taking in the scenery. The space wasn’t filled with as much furniture as a few weeks ago. You still needed to decorate, with the only thing that stood out being a plant you grew quite attached to over the years. You were shocked and somewhat glad that it survived your body being launched into it by the wannabe supervillain.

The Fantastic 4 was there at the time, arriving a few minutes after the roof of your old apartment caved in on itself. They offered you to stay at the Baxter Building after seeing the despair on your face. You were hesitant at first. Past heroes tried to forcefully recruit or have shown total disdain towards you. In return, you’ve kept away from them. Showing the same hatred for others. However, the Fantastic 4 treated you kindly and were patient with your distance. Though not officially a member, they accepted you and over time you begin to feel at ease around them.

Eventually, you moved out and settled into this apartment. They helped you fund the furniture for it that you’re immensely grateful for. The last piece you needed was a new couch since the old one was destroyed. A knock on your door vibrated through your silent apartment knocking you out of your daydreaming. You dragged yourself to the door, unlocking and twisting it open.

Susan Storm stood in front of you with her coat in her hand. She had on a white notch collar blouse with blue high-rise pants. She was dressed fairly well which never surprises you but they were only here to drop off the rest of your furniture. Sue’s face lit up after she saw you.

“Hey there! I expected you to be out.” She wrapped her arms around your body. A sweet aroma filled your senses as she engulfed you in the pleasant embrace. You hear small thumps before Ben carrying your bluish grey couch comes into view also dressed nicely.

“Where do you want this to go, kid?” His gruff voice spoke to you. You peel back into your apartment. Sue's touch lingered on your body even after she released you to step out of his way.

“You can just leave it here, I’ll move it myself.” You stared at the spot you envisioned it going. With a nod, Ben made his way into your living room. The couch dropped on the floor with a loud thud, making Ben cringe and mumbling a small apology.

“Is there anything else you need? I can buy more stuff for you” Sue took a look around the room. It was the only room that still lacked wall decorations but if you added up all the years they have helped you out, you’d be in debt forever.

“No, I got it covered. You guys helped out enough. Sue narrowed her eyes at you, giving you a skeptical look. You challenged her stare and after a short moment, she softened up making you laugh.

You hear Ben roughly clear his throat, interrupting your celebration. He was side-eyeing you. Sue was confused, looking back at him with her eyebrows furrowed in confusion but you understood what he was trying to do.

He knew of your feelings for her. Constantly trying to get you two alone and confess them but you just couldn’t. After her divorce, it was clear that she was uninterested in relationships. Sue never engages in the advances of others a few months after and seeing how others failed you never tried.

But Ben is persistent. Saying that it’s worth a shot. Deciding before the moment is over you sigh and prepare for weeks of embarrassment. Johnny will never let this go.

“Well, I wanted to know if you want to come over tonight.” You stammered a bit. Before it was taken as a suggestive statement you were quick to cover it up. “I was going to make dinner and I would bring it over to the Baxter Building but I don’t have a car-“

Sue grabbed onto your hand, stopping your rambling. It felt like the room was getting hotter as time passed. “Relax.” She chuckled. “At what time?”

“Can you be here by 8?” You asked.

“Hmm,” She hummed, turning to Ben who had his head in his hands. “What time does the meeting end?”

“Uhh, I think Reed said it would end at six?” His tone made you feel slightly less confident. You could tell he wanted to leave.

“Then I’ll be here by 8.” Sue tapped your hand before walking to the door. You looked at Ben who was giving you a thumbs up with an awkward expression on his face.

Shortly after they left you stared into the empty air hoping that she didn’t take what you said the wrong way. Snapping out of it you move the couch to its designated spot and prepare for your dinner date.

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Making a huge dinner like this isn’t much for you physically. It’s always been your talent and sharing it with loved ones makes it worth your time. Unfortunately, groceries aren’t everlasting nor cheap.

You fixed the table so that it sat evenly in the middle of the room, moving the cloth that was on top of it for the fourth time. Unable to dim the lights, you settled for a warm lamp light, acting as mood lighting. You wanted everything to look perfect, but not overdone. You made sure that the food would be ready and still hot by the time she arrived.

Staring into the mirror your reflection looked foreign to you. After damn near destroying your closet to find something decent to wear, you managed to find a white button-up and threw a black suit vest over it with black pleated wide pants. Suits of any type weren't your style, but you wanted to look great for Sue. Even if the collar kept bothering your neck, making you fidget with it a lot.

Champagne was very cliché, but it’s a classic and everyone loves it. Just as you were about to bring out two glasses, your phone buzzed. Under Susan’s contact name you briefly read over the text and immediately rushed to the door, feeling your hair, and picking any loose strands off your clothes.

Once you were sure that everything was fine you opened it and halted in your spot. As expected Susan stood dressed in a long beautiful black sheath dress with a high neckline, accompanied by small golden hoop earrings. The dress hugged her features nicely. You had to refrain from staring at her body for too long. Once she noticed your jaw slowly becoming agape she chuckled to shake off her sudden nervousness.

“Nice to see that someone likes it.” You move back to let her in and close the door behind her. “Johnny kept saying it was basic. At least everyone else was somewhat positive about it.”

“I think you look beautiful Sue.” You said, sounding almost like a husk. She stared deeply into your eyes.

“Thank you, dear.” Her hands reached up to fix your collar then looked behind you after noticing the nice setting you put together, and by the looks of it, it was way more than she was expecting.

You lead her to the table, pulling the chair out for her to take a seat. Once she sat comfortably you retreated back into the kitchen to grab two glasses and the champagne.

Sitting one of the glasses in front of her, you pour a decent amount in hers before turning to pour yourself some.

“You and champagne?” She said, making you pause. While Sue can handle her drink you on the other hand have a record of becoming sluggish and a giggly mess from it.

“I’m not going to drink a lot.” You shrugged and went back to pouring.

Sue quirked an eyebrow watching the beige liquid flow into your glass. “Your definition of a lot needs to be checked.” She raised her glass to her mouth, taking a sip. You playfully rolled your eyes and went to get the meal you prepared.

“Well, chef,” You hear Sue say, a playful tone seeping through her voice. “What’s on the menu?” Sue smirked. Deciding to play into her joke you placed the warm plates down on the table and bowed.

“Penne with my family’s special sauce recipe, brought down by generations, with a side of cheesy bread.” Sue hummed, interested just from the description.

You took your seat. The smell of the food was enough to make your mouth water. Taking a bite out of your dish. The sauce bursts your taste buds. It had a hint of sweetness to it and taking a look at Sue's face you can tell she enjoyed it as well. You mentally pat yourself on the back because of the reaction.

As time passed your glass was being emptied and replenished fast. You couldn’t help yourself and like Sue had constantly been warning you throughout the night you were now starting to feel the effects. The room became slightly slanted and warmer. Realizing your mistake you slowly pushed the glass away from you.

Sue laughed lightly, watching you glare at the glass. She had a generous amount of champagne herself but it looked as if she barely had any making you annoyed at the fact.

“I had fun tonight.” Sue's posture had relaxed a little. Her back rested comfortably against the chair. Then, she sat up clasping her right hand over the left. “But it’s getting late and I think if I drink any more the room would start spinning.”

You didn’t say a word, only a hum in response. Both of you stared into each other's eyes. The evening was filled with silly stories and so much laughter. Neither of you wanted it to end. Unfortunately, she was right. It was almost midnight.

With a sigh you stood up, bracing yourself for the wave of pain and dizziness to wash over you. It seems you had overestimated the amount of champagne you could drink. Wanting to open the door for Sue suddenly became a not-so-easy task. Either way, you stubbornly made it to the door, and before you could open it, Sue stopped in front of you.

“I’m sorry for leaving. I had a really fun time and I hate to have to end it.”

You shook your head. “No, it's okay. Like you said, it is late and you shouldn’t have to worry about me or my drunkenness.”

Susan laughed. “Dinner was fantastic. I need the recipe for the sauce.” Her hands reached up to your cheek, caressing it.

You relaxed a little more at the touch. “No can do.” You motioned to your lips and zipped them. “Family secret.” Sue rolled her eyes at the mention of her joke from earlier.

After a brief moment, her hands moved down to fidget with your collar, then they rested on your chest. The eye contact was suddenly overwhelming and you ended up briefly looking at her lips. She must’ve realized what your eyes had been asking for because you felt a tug on your vest, pulling you closer to her until your lips collided with hers.

The kiss didn’t last long but it was enough to satisfy the months of longing. Months of you mentally destroying yourself for falling in love with her. When she broke the kiss she chuckled at your reaction. Your eyes were half lidded and you held a goofy grin on your face.

“I guess that settles it.” Sue’s hand lifted off your chest. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. “I hope our nights keep ending like this”

“Me too.” You said. Her steps began to echo through the hallway. You stood still in your doorway, listening to her heels click against the floor until you could no longer hear them anymore.

thank you ❤️

Notes: I fear I took this one a little out of context...

SEOL”LUNA SNOW” HEE

Seol adores your shyness. She can’t help but coo and tease you when you become skittish. But she means no harm by it and asks if you’re ok with it. She loves to learn about your interests so imagine her shock after finding out you really enjoy music for the first time.

She wished to have a lover that enjoys music much like herself and was stoked after hearing Pop music blasting from your speakers. You introduce each other to different types of songs and genres. You guys have a playlist of both of your favorite songs made for her tours.

She loves to hear you sing. However you don’t like to do it infront of people so when you do it catches her off guard. Seol doesn’t pressure you to sing if you really didn’t want to. Just know that she always has her camera out if your favorite song is on.

Of course you’ll be getting into her concerts for free. How could she not when her lover enjoys music just as much as she does. The first time you went to one of her concerts she had such a surprised expression on her face, like she didn’t expect you to come. It felt like you and her were the only ones in the room. She always tells you that was the best concert she’s ever had.

ILLYANA “MAGIK” RASPUTIN

Illyana is surprisingly patient with you when it comes to you being shy. You find it cute that your usually silly and intimidating girlfriend is so soft with you. One of the many things you love about her is her taste in music. Her favorite genres are alternative rock and pop.

Lounging around while music plays in the background. She loves to put you on to some of her favorite songs, watching you find your new favorites and enjoys having someone to share hers with.

Pop is a genre Illyana doesn't want people to know she likes. But when alone with you she sings proudly. One of Rihanna's albums blasting from the speakers and her just goofing around with you. She dances around waiting for you to humor her.

Ask you first before buying tickets to concerts. She doesn't want to go while you’re at home by yourself. If you did go to one with her she’d never leave your side. One arm wrapped around your waist the whole time you’re there. She talks to you softly, asking if you are comfortable before going back to enjoying the show.

NATASHA “BLACK WIDOW” ROMANOVA

Natasha doesn’t mind that you’re shy, always ready to step up for you when things get too overstimulating. She noticed that you wear earbuds a lot when out in public. Music playing loud enough for others to leave you be. She never really had time to sit and listen to music of course because of her past.

She doesn't care a lot about the music you play, only the volume. Always insisting on you cutting your blaring music down to a reasonable level. She only complains about your headphones not for the noise, but for your ears.

Buys you physical copies of your favorite albums. You have an entire shelf full of vinyl records and CDs. Despite you refusing her help, Nat would still pay to repair broken things like headphones.

She often hears the jazzy tune of Frank Sinatra coming from your earbuds. It reminds her of when she escaped the red room. You hear her hum the melody of his songs when resting together. Your head on her chest while she softly sings Moon River to you.

SUSAN “INVISIBLE WOMAN” STORM

Sue loves the fact that you are comfortable enough to share your music tastes with her. She always hears music of different genres from your headphones. She favors your r&b playlist the most and steals a few songs from it.

Her favorite thing to do is slow dance to slow songs with you. Surely you have a few slow songs in your unsorted playlists. If she manages to get you comfortable enough to dance with her, she'll lead the dance, reassuring you if you messed up. With her eyes looking deeply into yours, you can't help but stumble a bit. She secretly finds your flustered reaction amusing.

For your birthday you sometimes get concert tickets. She did it as a surprise the first time and prayed that you would like it. She was a bit hesitant because of your bashful nature, but was shocked once she saw the excited look on your face.

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DICK GUMSHOE

Gumshoe loves to hold your hands. Always commenting on the texture of them. His hands are great for warmth. When you tell them that your hands are cold, he’ll cup them and rub, kiss, or squeeze them until you feel warmer. He ends up forgetting to let go of them and you receive a hand massage.

He’s more of a savory than sweet food person, but is willing to take you out on dates to cake factories. He’s the type to ask for the cherry off of your cake and loves it when you feed it to him.

If you had financial problems Gumshoe would somehow find a way to get you out of it. Even if he too was lacking with funds, he would manage to get money from somewhere.

After a long day of writing reports (and verbal abuse) he always comes home and collapses into your arms. On very brutal days he even skips dinner and falls right to sleep buried in your chest while you play in his hair.

He is surprisingly good at cheering you up whenever you’re upset. He hates to see you sad, and food is his way of cheering you up. He leaves little packages of food mixed with sweet treats at your door. When you are ready to talk he holds you while you vent about what made you upset.

Notes: I'M FREE OF SCHOOL. FINALLY. I hope you enjoy this late hc fic!

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ILLYANA “MAGIK” RASPUTIN

She loves massages. You noticed that she complains about her sore arms and shoulders after being out with the x-men for a long time and offered to massage. At first Illyana didn't enjoy the idea of it, but soon agreed. When she felt your fingers push into the sore parts in her muscles a mix of pain and pleasure. She instantly melted into your touch, almost falling asleep as you moved from her shoulders to her arm. You never expected her to be such a fan of massages, but you get asked for them alot.

Her love languages are quality time and acts of service. Illyana can never stay inside for too long. She goes on walks to get some fresh air, and to just enjoy the outdoors. She invites you to go with her and the two of you just spend time together walking and talking about whatever comes up. She subconsciously grabs onto your hands and holds it for the rest of your time out. Offers you a piggyback ride back home the second she hears you complain about your legs hurting.

Illyana is a huge foodie and absolutely loves your cooking. She can cook for herself, but it's usually something that you wouldn't eat and she doesn't want you to starve. She helps taste things and even try out new recipes as long as she eats something. You found out that she enjoys sweet treats and catched her one time rummaging in the kitchen for snacks in the middle of the night. If you aren’t that good at cooking she wouldn't mind. For days you both don’t feel like cooking she would leave for a while and come back with takeout. As long as she gets to spend time with you, She doesn't mind if you can or can't cook.

PSYLOCKE “SAI”

Sleeping with Sai is certainly an experience. She is an early bird and always ends up staring at your sleeping face. Being able to admire your features in peace and without your teasing. Her hand caresses your cheek, and carefully runs her fingers through your hair to not wake you up. If you got up in the night to get a quick drink or even use the bathroom she would follow you.

Her love language is quality time. She is big on moments of calm together. She enjoys just resting with you safe in her arms, deeply interested in the things you talk about while laying together and her eyes pouring into yours. Whenever you’re talking about something you are clearly passionate about she looks at you so endearing. A small but caring thing she does that you noticed.

Could you please write a scene where they suddenly get surprise tickled by the mc and how they would react? You can decide which characters are ticklish and which are not. (I don't mean this to be kinky, but you can go in that direction if you want!)

Notes: I thought I posted this </3. Superrrr late. Finals are almost here so I'm focused on studying half the time!

Also for the people that sent oneshots reqs I am just getting all the headcannons out of the way.

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REVY “REBECCA” LEE

Revy would go on and on about how she wasn’t ticklish and hated being touched anyway. Always telling others to fuck off when they went to tickle her. Until you came along. Only you could get close enough without her being on guard. You didn’t know that she was ticklish and found out by accident. It was a rainy day in Roanapur and everyone had chosen to stay in. You got sick and were sulking around tiredly and purposefully annoying the crew. After being shoved off by everyone you moved onto Revy. For once, she was quiet, looking out the window with a scowl on her face, clearly upset about the grey skies. You wrapped your arms around her and gave her a kiss on her neck. Revy jolted and let out a yelp making you look at her in shock before grinning.

“Revy..” You dragged out her name.

“NO”

“Are you-”

“SHUT UP” Revy refused to turn around, trying to squirm away from you.

“You definitely are!” You tightened your arms around her and began pushing your fingers into the side of her waist. Revy tried her best to get out of your hold, but you weren’t letting go. Revy’s unhinged laughter filled the room as the two of you stumbled around.

“Al-Alright you’ve had your fun, get the hell off of me!”

BALALAIKA “SOFIA IRINOVSKAYA”

You suspected that she wouldn't be ticklish but it turns out she was, and was so stoic about it. Balalaika's phone had rang, most likely about a shipment some of her men were sent to get. Figuring it was something you had no business knowing you left out. When you came back she was visibly upset and had her hand on her face. You went over to her side of the desk and reached your fingers up to the top of her head, taking out the ponytail in her hair and running your fingers through it. Balalaika said nothing the entire time. Whatever the phone call was about clearly bothered her. She began to open her mouth to say something, until she felt your fingers softly caressing her neck.

“Hmm.” She let out a hum.

“Hmm what?” You mimicked her. She grabbed your hand and placed it on her cheek.

“That…tickled.” she said almost as if it was alien to her making you laugh.

“Such a normal reaction to being tickled I guess.”

EDA “EDITH” BLACKWATER

Surprisingly when you went to tickle her Eda had no reaction. She was at your place bothering you. When she got bored, she retreated to the living room. You came out to check on her because she was too quiet. She was watching tv, eyes glued to the tv. The only time you get peace is when her little crime shows are on. Eda was too focused on the screen to notice you sneaking up behind her. Your arms circled around her before you pushed your fingers into her sides and moved them. Eda slowly looked up confused, then she sat up and kissed you.

“Babe if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked no need to jab your fingers into my side.”

“Your goofy ass isn't ticklish? I'm shocked.” You walked around the couch and plopped down onto it.

“What am I, a clown?” Eda wrapped an arm around you.

“Well since you asked-”

Notes: off topic but I started to play psylocke and I lowkey enjoy it. Sorry it's so late (again) Hope you enjoy!

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PSYLOCKE “SAI”

Sai wouldn't mind your touchiness as she is extremely touch-starved. In her time, she didn't have much time for relationships. So, having someone always hugging and holding her hand was nice. When you cup her face and kiss her, she gives you a strange look. She’s not used to romantic affection, but she loves it so much. She had to explain to you how good it felt when you ran your hands through her hair, or when you would just cling onto her. You had some trouble understanding because of her manner of speech, but you got the gist.

However, there are times when your affection grows far. When you have nothing to do, you invite Sai to lounge on the couch so you can cuddle her. During these moments, she’ll feel your hand fall too low on her hips or too far up her thigh, making her look up at you with a curious stare. She doesn’t mind the extra attention she gets, even sometimes engaging in it, much to your shock.

Sai allows you to be handsy only in private. She’s fine with hand holding, and if you’re lucky, a peck on the cheek, but absolutely no affectionate touching. She’s already overwhelmed (in a good way) by what you do when you two are alone sometimes, so imagine the glares you get when your hands begin to wander on her body in public. You tend not to go that far, especially after what happened when you did so last time. You went for a small grab on her ass before she left out. Luckily, people didn’t see, but you had to deal with a very active Sai later on that night.

BLACK “NATASHA ROMANOVA” WIDOW

Natasha usually shows annoyance or awkwardness whenever you get a bit grabby, but the playfulness in her voice when teasing you betrays her face. She acts like she’s allergic to the extra love you give her, but you know that it’s hard for her to show a little vulnerability. However, you slowly noticed that she almost acted like a cat. When she shooed you away after trying to hug her, you would leave her alone, of course, but shortly after, she would walk into your room and lie on top of you. When you told her about your analogy, she denied it heavily.

On a more suggestive side, Natasha would have a similar reaction to platonic affection. Pretending that she was annoyed or would act nonchalant. She ironically grumbles under her breath as she helps guide your hands around her waist. Though she “hates it,” that doesn’t mean she doesn’t reciprocate. She loves to guide you by your hips and pull you into her, since the look on your face as she describes is adorable.

Like she would probably have enhanced senses of smelling and hearing like a wolf, but probably also has enhanced strength, speed/stamina, claws and probably fangs. And in her werewolf form she’d probably be feral-like.

Maybe she has long messy hair and doesn’t have a sense of fashion (I sort of used chatgpt to see what a werewolf!mutant would be like).

How Y/N probably met the X-Men:

Notes: sorry I'm late!!! might not be accurate but hope it's to your liking <3

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ANNA MARIE “ROGUE” LEBAU

Rogue found you hiding in an alley. There have been reports of a rabid dog running around, attacking people, stealing from stores, and just genuinely being a problem for pedestrians living nearby. They ended up investigating when they heard that the rabid dog was a mutant. She tells almost everyone how you met each other. How heartbreaking it was to see you flinch at every sudden movement. It's a memory both of you look back on.

It was hard getting used to being around people. Sometimes you stayed in your room hiding, only coming out when it was time to eat. Rogue decided to try to keep you company, at first you were unsure about it. You were always alone so sharing your space with another being was a new experience. Eventually you learned to accept it and began to enjoy and even talk with her.

What was hard for Rogue was getting you in decent clothing. Every time she’d bring you a new set of clothing, and every time you would end up destroying them or just flat out not wearing them, and going back into the haggard clothing they found you in. You never gave her the real explanation as to why you didn’t like new clothes. But one day Rogue caught you in one of her shirts. She was shocked to even see you out of your torn clothing and into something else, let alone her own. You fumbled looking for an excuse, but Rogue immediately reassured you that you could borrow anything you want, as long as it got you out of those clothes. Bad idea, because your closet consists of shirts and jackets all belonging to her.

Rogue cuts your claws when they get too long. You tell her that you can do it on your own, but she insists that she cut them. Wishes to paint them so badly, but she caught you chewing the polish off and never did it again. You do get her to help you brush out your hair when it gets all messy and tangled up. She even cuts it for you. Rogue never expected the instinct to protect you to ever happen. Hell, she ended up falling in love, but for some reason, she couldn’t resist the little cute, curious look on your face whenever she acts kind to you.

ORORO “STORM” MUNROE

Ororo found you while out on a walk. Dealing with discrimination, constant threats to mutants or humanity itself, or even the X-Men drama can be exhausting. Sometimes, taking a moment to just think about nothing but the beautiful view of Mother Nature can help ease the stress. It was serene, the sun kissed her skin, and the cool air that flowed around her made her day dream. Until she heard a twig snap. There you were, standing on your hind legs in your wolf form. You were taking a stroll too and ended up stopping when you saw her resting on a log. You wanted to run, but her calming voice asked you stay. The way she spoke made you trust her easily, even changing back into your human form. She told you how there was a place where you could let your gifts shine without anyone judging, which you agreed to.

Getting back used to human interaction and social norms. Ororo noticed how out of touch you were with the world. You wouldn’t get jokes. She’d have to help you sometimes. Your face after understanding it always made her laugh. You would never engage in conversation. Fortunately, she was the only person you were interested in making conversation with. She also noticed that you didn’t seem to enjoy wearing clothes. You’d fidget with the collar of your t-shirt, or you always manage to rip up their blue and yellow spandex they’d provided you. Ororo suggested you wear less tight clothes since it seemed you get more overstimulated in them. She offered you a spare tank top and asked if you wanted to go to the mall and pick out a few outfits to breathe in.

Ororo learned that you never want to stay in the mansion. So she takes you with her on the times she goes out. Though she prefers not to do any physical work on her breaks, she is willing to go on a small jog with you. She loves to watch you run around the mansion and overlapping her until you tire yourself out. You would ask her to carry you back to your room, and at first she’d say no, but then one look in your exhausted eyes was all that it took to convince her.

When it comes to your claws, she lets you do whatever you want with it. The only thing she worried about was their sharpness. When she sees the scratches on your arms, she would cut your nails down and try to take care of the scratches. With your hair, however, she makes you sit down and tries to style your messy hair. Ororo never says it out loud, but she loves to take care of you. She often looks back on the day she met you. What if she never went out that day, or went out at a different time? She reminds you almost every day that she was lucky to meet you that day.

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Notes: I really like how I did this one. Hope you enjoy <3

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SEOL “LUNA SNOW” HEE

Seol LOVES to latch onto you. You could be resting on the couch, laying in bed, just simply standing, she'll latch onto you. Her fingers curl into your shirt and her head rested on your shoulder. She likes to lay on top of you just to hear your heartbeat. She also loves when you lay on top of her. She loves to feel the pressure of your body since it calms her down.

Whenever she's busy with domestic duties you hear her sing some of her songs. She likes giving you a mini concert and acts like she doesn't feel your eyes on her body. (You're not sneaky!)

Seol gets a little hyper and says things to you which makes you flustered. “My little snowflake, you're such a cutie! I love you so much, oh my god! ♡” All said in a high pitched voice, squishing your face.

Despite being a longtime idol, Seol still gets stage fright. So you're there for support, holding her hand before she goes on stage. She fidgets with her hands so much, you have to hold them for her before she starts biting them. After her show is over she jumps in your arms and gives you the BIGGEST kiss. Her adrenaline is still high after so you are left to deal with her energy.

MANTIS

During moments, when you two are just soaking up each other's quiet comfort, you always catch Mantis staring at you. When you stare back at her, she starts blushing and giggling. Sometimes she'll scoot closer to you and pepper your face with kisses then run out of the room still giggling.

Mantis is OBSESSED with your hands. She loves the way they cup perfectly under her cheeks. She'll even kiss the palm of your hands. Sometimes she compares your hand size and texture to hers.

Mantis dances at the most random times. No music would be playing and you'll see her swaying or moving her feet. It's contagious. She always manages to get you to dance with her.

Very big on communicating, especially emotions. There's no way you could go a full day hiding your anger or sadness without her around. She knows even when you don't want her too. Easily convinces you to express them or talk to her. She plays with your hair as your head is in her lap while you vent to her.

Outside dates. The majority of your dates are spent outside somewhere. Spending time together near a pond, also feeding little ducks. Mantis loves your cooking and prefers it over fast food, so you make little snacks and have picnics with her. Going on boat rides. (It's cheesy, but you two have been on one more than once.) Or just walking in a park to get some sun with your little green bug.

DOREEN “SQUIRREL GIRL” GREEN

Doreen loves kisses. Cheeks, lips, forehead. When you kiss her back her nose scrunches up and twitches a little. When you're half asleep she rolls over and places a kiss on your forehead, thinking you're asleep. She sees the old scars you got from battles and small criminals on your body and kisses each one of them. She also bites you. Instead of surprise hugs you get surprise bites.

Doreen is SO comfortable. You always gravitate towards her whenever you sit next to each other. Laying your head on her shoulder, or laying across her lap. You have an extra plushie to lay next to in bed. Her tail provides so much comfort and warmth you can never get enough of.

Baths together! Maybe it's a squirrel thing Doreen inhabited but she loves to help you wash. Running shampoo through your hair and softly washing your body. She doesn't know why exactly but it comforts her.