#but EVEN THEN?? she said she wouldn't be in a good mood....so it kinda felt like she didn't want me coming over??

[ofgentleresolve]

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[wandaslullaby]

idea

bestfriends mother!top! wanda x bottom!r

r's bestfriend and r go to a party where r's bsf hooks up with someone and r was making out with a random stranger. when its time to leave r's bestfriend tells r to go home and she'll join later (the bsf decides to hookup w the person)

r goes home pretty late to find wanda still up waiting for her daughter and r. when wanda sees r covered in light red hickeys, she can't help but feel possesive over the young woman.

I kinda of took a twist on it. I really hope you like it!

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Test Track || Wanda Maximoff

summary: it's time Wanda made you aware that lurking in corridors and perving on her isn't nice at all.

warnings: 18+ please don't read if you are a minor. overstimualtion, fingering, dom!wanda, manipulation kink, mommy kink, dark wanda.

You wasn't exactly up for going to a party but, Tommy was adamant that it will do you some good. Things have been a little stressful especially with Henry, your boyfriend that was rumoured to be sleeping around with Cassie Lang. You didn't want to believe Billy but you knew that Billy wouldn't lie to you.

"I think I might stay put. I don't really want to see Henry." You mutter under your breath. Tommy was in the mits of debating whether he should wear some eyeliner or not. Putting down the brush, he turns over.

"He might not even be there. There's no way that judgemental prick will be at Peter's party."

"Cassie is best friend's with Kate. Kate is best friend's with Peter. Of course she will be there."

Tommy signed, "I mean you could just stay with my mum? She's just going to be watching I love Lucy and complain about Dad."

You never understood why Vision, Tommy and Billy's dad left Wanda stranded. Wanda was the definition of an god especially the way she was built. Her figure was mesmerising, she always knew how to flaunt her curves and embrace her body. She was a little different to the other mom's, which is why you always hang out here.

Wanda wasn't judgemental towards Tommy, she embraced his differences a long time ago. She was the reason why Tommy was so open about his sexuality, Wanda even admitted that she had a love affair in the 80s.

"Would you mind? I honestly feel like I'll just be bringing the mood down and I know you want to try and impress Flash."

Tommy shook his head, "I'd rather you be comfortable and yourself then being someone you aren't. You know that you shouldn't hide your emotions or fake a smile for anyone."

You charged off the bed and gave Tommy a massive hug. "I love you. Please be safe and wear protection."

"You know I do." He laughed. "I'll just go tell my mum that you are staying. Do you also want to stay over?"

A whole evening with Wanda and the possibilities that were swimming in your mind shouldn't ever be vocalised. You knew that there was something different about you, but you never really questioned the tingly feelings that your clit felt when Wanda wore a swimsuit that one summer's day.

You could still remember the shape of her tits bouncing as she played volleyball in the pool. The wetness that stained your bikini from just watching her made your cheek blush and how you remember how Wanda only had to battled her eyelashes to let a moan rip through your lips.

"Y/N?" Tommy said, waving his hand in your face. "You okay?"

You shivered, "Yes, sorry. I was just day dreaming. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you wanted to sleep over? The spare room is already made up and has pretty much all your stuff there already."

"Yeah I'll stay. I hope Wanda doesn't -"

You were cut off by the women herself, "I hope Wanda doesn't what?"

Frozen in place, the next sentence that left your mouth was definitely a clue that you were somewhat Infatuated by her.

"Y/N? Baby, are you okay?" Wanda giggled, watching you stutter over your words.

"All good, Miss Maximoff." you squealed out before slapping your hand over your mouth.

She just hummed at you, turning her focus to Tommy. "Are you ready to go?"

Tommy nodded, "Yeah. I think Billy is going to meet me there, I think he is going to pick up MJ and Ned."

Wanda frowned but her eyes sparkled with mischeif beneath deep-set eyebrows, "Aren't you going, sweetheart?"

You shook your head, "No. I was going to ask if I can stay here? I won't be a bother. I'll be here in Tommy's room watching reruns of Modern Family."

"Of course you can, baby. You are more than welcome to join me? I will only be alone otherwise."

"Yeah sure. I don't mind. We can watch I love Lucy." You say with too much excitement, causing Tommy to give you a weird look.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got plenty of activities we can do."

After a long, seductive minute Tommy excused himself. "I'm off. I'll see you all soon, please don't scare her away Mom."

"I think she will be just fine, Tommy. Go and have a great time. I'm sure when you are back, Y/N will be begging to never leave this house."

"If you say so." Tommy said, giving you one last hug before sprinting down the stairs. Once you both heard the door shut, Wanda left the room.

"If you know what's best, baby. You would follow and not sit there, with your mouth open." Wanda's voice trailed to your clit, making you jump.

You got up from Tommy's bed and followed Wanda's voice, you were slightly confused on Wanda's words and the fact that she has suddenly started to call you baby. Wanda has never called you that, she would only use that nickname to her own kids.

Once you made it down to the lounge, Wanda was already situated with your favourite snacks and drinks. It was like she knew you were going to stay.

"You aren't very well mannered are you? Lurking in doorways, staring at my tits and not to mention, the mess you made on my sun loungers last week? You are luckily that it smelt good, but disappointed that you didn't apologise to me."

You completely felt undone, beyond embarrassed at the humiliation you just receive from Wanda. Your legs began to wobble in fear, slightly mortified that she caught you red handed being a pervert.

"Nothing to say?" Wanda hummed. "You should probably start with getting your bum over here, and rest over my lap. Someone should treat you how to respect an older women."

You were too stunned to speak. Wanda's eyes began to glow in crimson red, a streak of light hit your head enabling you to walk towards her. You had no idea how you were walking towards Wanda, already bowing to her punishment she was about to give you.

"Now. This won't hurt as much as you think it would. I used to give both my boys this punishment when they were naughty, but since you haven't learnt anything that your lousey mother. It's time for you to really know what happens to bad girls that misbehave."

You obeyed her immediately, not quite knowing how your body was so obedient with Wanda's words but for the sake of your dignity, you laid across Wanda's lap clutching the blanket ready to accept fate.

Wanda began to admire your back, the way you arched was nearly as perfect as she wanted you to be. Your shorts began to detach from your body, feeling the cool air hit your bare bum. She bent down to give the back of your neck a gentle kiss before she slapped your bum with a paddle.

You winced at the pain, muffling your cries as Wanda repeated her action multiple times. The notes that were stuck between your lips were feeding Wanda into only punishing you more. She knew that moans were coming, the way your back arched for her was all the clarification she needed that you were just as she expected you to be, a curious little bunny.

"I'll only stop until you give me a moan, baby. I know you are getting a little agitated, the little patch of wetness forming on your panties is telling you that you should just admit. It's not good for silly girls to deny an orgasm." Wanda whispered, watching you squirm. "I really didn't want to punish you, baby but, how could I not?"

Wanda could hear the muffled cries, she knew that you were overstimulated already. But that only made her want to push you further, see how much she could unleash from you.

When you felt yourself being flipped over, tears were swimming in your eyes. Cheeks all red and puffy, Wanda favourite colour. She cooed you, stroking your cheek with her finger. "Oh my sweet baby. Is Wanda being a little too harsh on you? Is she not being fair?"

You nodded, sniffling as your eyes dropped to where her other hand was going. Words weren't coming out of your mouth, so Wanda assumed that her hand was good to roam. She was shocked by how bare you were, there was no hair in sight which made Wanda's mind burst into ideas.

As you were coming down, not letting yourself get into more of a state. Wanda made an 8 on your lower belly, humming a siren song that she learnt from a spell once. It was a simple tune that apparently lured young girls to give permission to anyone who sings the song access to their mind, soul and body. Wanda never believed in spells or supernatural until coming to Westview, a town that needed a little bit of colour.

"You have such a pretty pussy, baby. I can't believe that you are allowing me to admire it. What would Henry think? Watching how aroused you get from a 40 year old women? Such a naughty girl letting your best friend's mother touch you? Oh the looks you will get from your pupils when they learn that you perved over a mother. You wouldn't even last a day without getting called horrible names."

Wanda was purposely planting sick scenarios in your head, it was all part of the plan to secluded you from life, to only need Wanda. She wanted to fully feed horrible visions of your life if Tommy found out what you were doing. "What would Tommy think as I tell him how soaked you were for his mum? He only ever wanted a friend to have for his own but now, he can't. He would never forgive you for what you are about to let me do. You wouldn't want Tommy to find out would you?"

"N-Never... I won't tell him." You whispered, unsure on how you are allowing Wanda to get into your mind. It was like she was wiping away all the happy memories you had with Tommy replacing them with horrible memories of him hating you. "P-Please.. Don't take Tommy away from me. H-He is all I have..."

Wanda smiled, "That's a lie, bunny. You have me now. I'll be the one to make sure that your life isn't turned upside down."

"T-Thank you, Wanda."

"Let me just take your mind off all that for now? How about you just lay there, and let me take care of this embarrassing situation you've got yourself in."

You allowed yourself to let go, not letting any more happy memories fade as Wanda blew in your face. She waited until you were settled nicely, and slowly began to rub your clit. Wanda made sure that she wouldn't be to nasty, but to really work you to have the best orgasm of your life.

She began to lower her hand, cupping your pussy whilst using her thumb to rub against your clit. Circles were formulating rapidly as Wanda watched your eyes widen as she loosely slipped a finger barely inside, seeing how you would react. Taking her time with you, Wanda's finger wormed her way inside you. Taking in your walls as she explored further inside you, seeing how you would take not only her finger but her rising dildo that suddenly was rising.

Wanda pumped her finger heavy inside you, hearing the muffled moans from your lips as she accidentally let her another finger slip inside you. "You are doing so well, baby. I love how well you are taking my fingers, it's like your pussy was made for me."

You slightly moved your head up, watching Wanda's motions. You couldn't even blink before her fingers disappeared inside you. She continued to plump her fingers inside you, causing a heavy moan to escape your lips catching Wanda's stare.

"Do you want to see baby? Do you want to see how easily I can slide my third finger inside you?" Wanda cooed as she used her free hand to carefully caresses your neck. You watched as Wanda picked up the paste, continuously pumping her fingers inside you. You suddenly felt a nip that cause yourself to throw your head into Wanda's neck, you couldn't explain the sensation that was brewing inside you. It was as something was trying to escape but Wanda's fingers weren't acknowledging your need.

You clutched onto Wanda's hair, crying out for attention as Wanda went faster and harder inside you. The sensation was only building up, causing Wanda to hiss as you pulled her a chuck of hair out. You buried your face in her neck, moaning louder to see if Wanda can hear you but her eyes was so fixated on her fingers pumping you, that it took a loud scream to get Wanda to finally allow her fingers to hit your spot, and sink into the couch as she felt a monsoon of frustration flood her fingers. She felt your body let loose, and your hair slowly releasing her hair whilst you moaned into her chest.

"It's okay, baby." Wanda whispered, gently stroking your back. "Mommy's got you."

[cobaltperun]

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

"Tara and Y/N having a movie night at the Carpenters and Tara is gushing about her crush on her english class, but she doesn't know that Y/N also developed a massive crush on the brunette"

Angst with a happy ending ☺️

Jealous? Yes!

Tara Carpenter x female Reader (request)

Masterlist

Word count: 1.3k

The planets must have aligned just right that night, or so you thought when you realized you and Tara were all alone for the night. Chad and Mindy went to a party, one that Sam didn't let Tara go to, and Tara was trying to do better, to show Sam she was handling everything she went through much better than before. And Sam was working tonight, which allowed Tara to call you over. Sam mostly trusted you, though it took a long time to get to that point, but she still didn't like Tara having anyone over unless she was there. And Tara still felt a tiny need to rebel against Sam every now and then, so here you were. Furthermore, since it was you Sam wouldn't be too angry if she caught you there with Tara. For some reason. You weren't sure why, but Tara told you it would be fine.

As for you, you planned on studying for the exam but Tara called you and if hanging out with Tara was to be paid for by a sleepless night spent studying, you would gladly pay it!

It's not that you minded Tara's friends being with the two of you, but you really weren't in the mood for Mindy's teasing, because that girl was perceptive and she knew you had a crush on Tara.

And she never let you have a peaceful night without at least hinting at it.

"So, what are we watching?" you asked as you and Tara got comfortable in her room and you opened a bag of popcorn while Tara set the bowl and two bottles of juice on the bed between the two of you.

You filled the bowl with popcorns. "I was thinking It Follows?" she suggested and you shrugged, Tara's taste in movies was impeccable, so you had no need to doubt her.

"Works for me," you smiled as she scooted closer to you and turned the movie on and you desperately tried to ignore the way your shoulders were touching.

A bit over an hour and a half later you fell back onto her pillow and took a deep breath. "That was something," you exclaimed, not exactly expecting this, but still, Tara's taste in movies remained impeccable!

"See, it's great," she laughed and lied down next to you.

"I didn't doubt you for a moment, T," you told her as she turned her head to look at you.

You found yourself mesmerized by her eyes, by the softness in them as she looked at you, and you just barely registered how her gaze flickered down to your lips before her cheeks darkened for a moment and she quickly turned away.

"Say, Y/N, can I tell you something?" she asked, puzzling you.

You just sat up and opened the bottle to drink the remains of the juice. "I dunno, give it a try," you teased her with a cheeky grin on your face as she rolled her eyes and you brought the bottle to your lips.

"I think I'm in love," she said abruptly and you choked on the juice, making Tara sit up and smack you on the back a few times.

"I'm good," you rasped with a thumbs up, even though you were, in fact, not alright. You should have told Tara about your feelings, not to win her over, or anything of that nature, but to avoid hearing about her falling for someone. Still, you didn't tell her how you felt and this wasn't a time to sulk about it. "Tell me more?"

Tara smiled and moved until she was leaning her back against your back, a clear sign she was a bit embarrassed. "We share our English class," she began and your heart skipped a beat. You knew her crush then, you knew who she fell in love with, and you immediately began thinking of the options.

Wait, you should probably narrow it down first before you started thinking of someone in particular.

"She," okay, so, a girl, about a third of the class was eliminated. "is kinda oblivious," Tara told you. And you swore you saw your hopes that she may have been talking about you jumping out the window. You were a lot of things, but you weren't oblivious. "She's also stupidly kind and trusting," so definitely not you. You were kind and trusting, or so you've been told, but not stupidly so.

"She's just, amazing, you know. Makes me laugh, is always there for me, always helps her friends. And her eyes? Don't get me started on her eyes, I love looking at her eyes!" you couldn't see her, but you heard Tara moving her arms around, gesturing even though you didn't see her.

All the while, you felt the need to crawl into a hole. How could you ever allow yourself to fall in love with Tara when she was, well, she was Tara! She was incredible, smart, capable, resilient, a fighter and a survivor, stronger than anyone you've ever met and still kind despite everything she's been through, and she was so damn beautiful. Easily the most beautiful woman you ever saw, and it wasn't just you being lovestruck, you thought that way before you got to know her.

"I really want to kiss her, you know?" she admitted, leaning back against you a bit more and all you wanted was to get up and leave, to catch your breath and rethink everything because it sounded like Tara had it bad for this girl.

"Y/N?" she called your name and you hummed. "You're leaning away," she pointed out and you just realized you instinctively moved away from her, just to escape her touch, since it was something you shouldn't get used to. How could you even be her friend if this was enough to make you move away from her?

Just because she didn't return your feelings? You were being pitiful, and you felt yourself slipping into self-deprecating thoughts.

"Sorry," you mumbled, not even capable of putting on a fake smile.

Tara paused, getting up and going around her bed until she was placing her palms on your thighs and leaning forward. "Are you jealous?" she asked, her breath tickling your lips.

"Jealous?" you repeated and she just nodded, her eyes meeting yours as she removed any thought that wasn't related to her from your mind with her gaze alone. "I am. I'm in love as well," you admitted, watching as her eyes shone brightly.

"With me?" she asked, and you must have imagined it, but you could have sworn her lips were inching closer to you.

"Yeah. I'm in love with you, Tara," you admitted and all of a sudden you felt her soft lips on yours, and you froze, stunned by the realization that Tara Carpenter was kissing you on the lips.

"I admit, I was oblivious as well," she whispered and cradled your cheek. Her forehead pressed against yours as you finally moved, hugging her and pulling her onto your lap. "I didn't realize you loved me back," she admitted as you finally kissed her.

Unlike you, Tara didn't freeze, she kissed you back immediately, humming as you ran your fingers through her hair and caressed her cheek. The kiss was soft, gently, fitting for the very start of the relationship.

"I guess you just had to make me jealous," you said when you separated from one another.

And then a thought came to your mind. "Hey! I am not oblivious!" you complained much to Tara's amusement.

"Sure, sure whatever makes you happy," she laughed as you pouted. At least you now knew your feelings were reciprocated.

A/N: So, I very nearly went with the crack fic for this, with Tara crushing on her actual class, but I figured you meant classmate. And since you didn't specify her crush isn't R, well, I took some liberties. If you, however, meant her actual class please tell me and I will probably write that crack fic 🤣🤣

[celestelunia]

Hiii, could I get a fic with Riddle x Reader, where he rejects the reader really rudely and she kinda distances herself from him for a long time, anytime she sees him she runs away or pretends like she doesn’t see him. Riddle starts to regret his rejection because he realizes he loves her and tries really hard to get her back because he thought she was going on a date with someone. Sorry if it’s really long, have a good day🫶

Ooo! Some angst!

This wasn't long at all, and thank you for the request!

Hope you like it. 🫶

Since you didn't specify if the reader got together with Riddle in the end, I wrote 2 different ends lol

Warnings: angst

"My apologies. What was that?" Riddle asked with a look of disbelief and confusion on his face. When you had asked him to talk, this was the last thing he was expecting.

"I said...." You said sounding a bit timid as the courage you had a moment ago disappeared. "...I like you. More than just friends."

Riddle just stared at you as silence surrounded the both of you. Why would you say that? Why would you ruin the relationship that both of you already had? Weren't things good enough between you both without adding romance into the mix?

"I can't believe this." Riddle whispered as he closed his eyes. He was busy with school and clubs. Dating wasn't something in his list of things to deal with during his school life. "Surely, you must be confused about your feelings for me? The line between friends and lovers can be thin with this kind of thing." He explained with a sigh. "We have other things we should be putting our energies into. Last time I checked, you could spend some more time studying for some of your classes. Rule number-"

You stood there in shock and surprised as you listened to Riddle ratter on about your feelings towards him. You honestly couldn't believe what you were hearing. Was he really questioning YOUR own feelings like they were his own? He even had the nerve to bring up your grades!

"O-okay." Was all you managed to get out as you felt your heart breaking.

Riddle paused in his rant when he heard you speak up. He watched as you turned around and left his room without another word or a glance in his direction.

"I'm sure things will go back to normal once she rests on it." He muttered before walking towards his desk to study.

You had spent that night crawled up in your bed as you cried yourself to sleep. Riddle had always been there to help you when you needed it. While he had a temper, you knew he wasn't a bad person. You knew his mother was the main cause of why Riddle was so tightly wound, but you took it with a gain of salt since you liked him.

To think he would shoot you down so hard without even considering your feelings. Did the time you two spend together mean nothing? Was this really a one-sided thing?

"I'm such an idiot...." You whimpered out as you cried until you passed out from the exhaustion.

It had been a month since Riddle last had a conversation with you. While he saw you around school, he couldn't get you alone to talk. You stopped coming by Heartslabyul after that day, and anytime he called out to get your attention, he would watch you rush away from him like he was some kind of overblotted monster.

He knew you could be sensitive, so the house warden decided that you just needed more space.

Three more months went by, and Riddle was starting to miss you. You still wouldn't give him the time of day and he couldn't understand why. Things were fine before, so why couldn't you just go back to how things were? To when things weren't...like this.

"Hey, Goldfish!" Floyd grinned as he spotted his favorite toy as he made his way towards Riddle.

"Leave me alone, Floyd." Riddle said as he wasn't in the mood to deal with the annoying eel.

"Oh, come on!" The teal haired eel grinned as he leaned down and threw his arm over Riddles' shoulder. "I have some news that might catch your attention.~"

Riddle groaned as he tried to free himself from Floyd's hold.

"There is a rumor going around that little Y/N is seeing someone from Pomefiore." Floyd said as he watched Riddle freeze up. "Just thought you might find this bit of information interesting." He grinned playfully as Floyd noticed a new look on the red heads face.

Pomefiore? Seeing someone? Like... romantically? Riddle's mind raced as a sinking feeling settled into the pit of his stomach. Nothing had been right since that day. He thought things would go back to normal, but they never did.

The image of you happily chatting with a Pomefiore student crossed his mind as he pictured you out on a date with someone who wasn't him.

At that thought, Riddle's eyes went wide. What? He didn't like you like that, did he?

Floyd grinned as he released Riddle from his hold and spun around. "Catch you later, Goldfish." He said before walking down the hall. With the look on Riddle's face, he got the feeling that change was on the horizon.

"I..." Riddle whispered as he paid no attention to Floyd as he left. Was he really this blind? He had been caught up in his own stress and worries that he didn't even realize what he had right in front of him.

Over the next couple of weeks, the members in Heartslabyul noticed a change in their house warden. He seemed distracted and distant. Trey and Cater tried to talk with him, but no matter what they tried, they couldn't get Riddle to open up. It wasn't like they didn't notice the sudden disappearance of Y/N, and they both knew that his sudden change had something to do with her. All they could do was wait till their friend was ready to talk about it.

Riddle walked down the hallway as his gaze looked around for his target. He was tired of moping and feeling guilty. The constant need to see you, hear your laugh, and to just be NEAR you again was all he craved. All he wanted. He was a fool. An idiot. He loved Y/N. That was the only explanation for these feelings inside of him. Riddle wanted nothing more than to go back in time and fix his mistake! To tell you he felt the same..

As he rushed down the hallways, his bluish-gray eyes landed on your form in the school yard. "Y/N." He whispered as he turned to make his way out into the yard.

Once he was outside, Riddle jogged as he tried to find you. Spotting your figure sitting on a bench with a book in your hand, he rushed over. He thought about calling out to you, but he didn't want you to run from him.

As you read your book, a sudden shadow fell over the words, causing you to look up and notice the one person you had been avoiding. As you closed your book, you went to stand but stopped when Riddle called your name.

"Y/N." Riddle whispered as he looked torn on what he wanted to say. He had everything planned out on what he wanted to say, but now that you were in front of him, he had nothing. It was all gone. "I-"

"Why are you here?" You asked coldly, which caused Riddle to flinch.

"I..." Riddle said as he clinched his fists. Why was this so hard!? "I'm sorry." He said before looking at you. "I made a...mistake."

When you said nothing, Riddle decided to continue.

"I was confused and overwhelmed that day. That's not an excuse for what I said and did, but I..." Riddle whispered as he trailed off. "...I've realized I made a mistake. I miss you. I miss...us. When I heard you were seeing someone from Pomefiore, it hit me. My feelings and why I've been so frustrated over these last few months. I don't want you to be with someone else. I don't want to lose you! I like you, and I was a fool to even question you that day." Riddle said as he confessed all of his pent-up feelings.

--Angst ending--

"It's too late, Riddle." You said as you stood up from the bench. "I loved you, but you didn't feel the same. I'm guessing you only came to his realization because you heard about me moving on, and I have."

Riddle frowned as he looked down at the ground. He knew there was a chance this wouldn't work, but he wanted to believe he could still make things right.

"You hurt me. I cried, and I've moved on. I've found someone who puts me first and is happy to explore these feelings with me." You said, trying to keep your voice even. "I can't go back to how things used to be. I just can't Riddle. I'm sorry." You said before walking past him as you did your best to stay strong and not cry. You made a promise to yourself that you wouldn't cry over him anymore.

Riddle stood alone in the school yard as he noticed a couple of drops of water fall to the ground near his feet. What was this?

Realizing he was crying, the house warden placed his arm over his eyes as he cried. This was a mistake he could never fix, and now he had to live with it. Without Y/N.

--Happy End--

When you didn't respond, Riddle felt himself start to panic. Were you going to reject him like he did to you that day? Was this what he made you go through? It was horrible!

"You hurt me, Riddle." You said after a moment as you looked down at the book on your lap. You had to admit you really missed him, but you couldn't bring yourself to come crawling back to him after what he did. You were better than that.

"I know, and I'm really sorry." Riddle said as he knelt down to be eye level with you. "I was an idiot and I wish I could take it back. All of it. I only realized what I had after I lost it. After I lost you..." he said before he slowly reached out and placed his hand on top of yours that was resting against your book. "I want to be with you. I don't want to continue my life without you. I know you are seeing someone in Pomefiore, but I can't - "

"I'm not seeing anyone." You whispered as you cut Riddle off. Was there something going around about you seeing someone?

"Y-your not?" Riddle asked as you could almost hear the relief in his voice.

He watched as you shook your head no. Letting out a sigh of relief, the red head reached up and placed both of his hands against your cheeks to make you look at him.

"I know I don't deserve it, but please give me another chance." Riddle asked. "Let me make this up to you. I want to make things right."

"You...mean it?" You asked as you felt your eyes burn with fresh tears. You missed him, and no matter how much you tried to forget Riddle, you just couldn't. He was so deep in your heart that you just couldn't. You loved him. Faults and all.

"Yes!" Riddle said as he gently ran his thumb over your cheeks as he wiped away your tears. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if I must."

At his words, you let out a soft laugh as you tried to stop crying. To think this was really happening.

"How about we go out this weekend?" Riddle asked.

"M-mm." You nodded as you felt Riddle pull you into a hug.

"I love you, Y/N. Thank you for giving me another chance." Riddle whispered against your ear.

The darkness you felt over the last few months started to disappear as you felt a warmth replace it. "I love you too." You replied as you tightened your hold on him. He had a lot to make up to you, but this was a really good start.

Standing behind a pillar not far from Y/N and Riddle stood the twins from Octavinelle.

"How very unlike you to get involved in such a thing." Jade said with his signature smile.

"Eh. Goldfish is no fun to play with when he is all down and junk." Floyd said as he turned to leave the school yard. "But now I have something else to tease him on!" He said with a grin as he looked forward to tomorrow.

Jade just let out a soft chuckle as he followed after his brother.

[serxinns]

idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute

thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing

*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈

You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose

"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you

"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."

Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were

You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in

Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed

"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you

The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"

Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence

It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading

Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"

you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring

"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face

"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"

The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,

Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance

You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them

"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"

katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision

"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home

You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about

You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"

you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit

"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance

"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"

[missswritesalot]

My Prince

Pairing: Reader x Daemon Targaryen (4k words)

Warnings: nsfw af, spanking with an object, one slap, m/f oral, piv, aftercare, insecurity, kinda humiliation, preg reader kind of wakes reluctant daemon up, somno, wife!reader is obsessed with him Like she’s a major SIMP. I’m in line at din tai fung and blushing posting this

You were hot and bothered. The feel of your Lord Husband lying next to you didn't help, his body was a furnace that heated you up even more.

Your core was throbbing. To add to your anguish, you felt this desperate need to cry but the tears wouldn't come. You'd been cranky all day, snapping at whoever dared to speak to you. Your lessons at the library were futile, there was no interest to be found in history or philosophy. If there was one word to describe how you felt, it would be frustration. Sexual and otherwise.

You stopped tossing and turning in bed and walked over to your large looking glass. Your hands cupped your fuller breasts through the thin dress, and slid lower to your still flat stomach. Your body would change soon, and swell as your child grew. You had no doubt your off mood today was the babe's fault.

The cause of and cure to all your pain was laying under the furs, asleep with his silver gold hair sprayed across the pillow. Your lord husband, the prince, who had put this child in you.

It had taken some convincing to make him share your bed after he knew of your condition, and further coaxing led to him making love to you two weeks ago. There had been no touches after that, despite your foolish attempts at seduction.

Daemon used to sleep naked, now he slept in breeches and a loose linen undershirt that made his shoulders look even bigger. You could feel the strength of his corded muscles underneath your fingers without even touching him.

He'd only gotten stronger since you got with child. While your curves softened and your body prepared for motherhood, he was training harder everyday and returning later to your chambers than the night before. It was to avoid your advances, you concluded. He was ill looking at your changing body. The thought choked you up again.

You knew what you needed: a good cry. Daemon never failed to deliver. And he would only tire of you more as you grew bigger, this was your last chance.

You knew how to get him to understand your desires. You went carefully to his chest and withdrew the instrument of choice. Your ladies told you that the leather you'd been gifted at the wedding was for this purpose, that you had to make a leather strap. It consisted of a strip of leather folded over, the open end was glued to make a handle. Three fingers wide, as long as your forearm. You didn't know its purpose as they made you sew the handle.

But it wasn't long before you realized it was for your lord husband to use on you as he see fit. You learned your back would pay for any of your transgressions. Your thighs clenched together nervously when you found out, but you put it out of your mind. The last of your apprehension was lost when on your wedding night, he thanked you for your token of submission, but put away it in his chest. So he wasn't cruel enough to mark your arse?

The truth came many moons later. The strap terrified you from the first time Daemon used it on you. But the crying, sex and sleep that followed almost made the welts worth it.

Now, pregnant as you were, there was a component of a deeper, more cerebral fear too, that he would never use it again. Surely not once you started to show, and you wondered if your broken body after the birth could please him enough to not share each night with a whore.

Lost in thought, you lit candles all around the room till you could see better. Daemon didn't wake up still, but threw an arm around his eyes. Your core throbbed looking at the muscle that popped up in his arms. You wanted to go bite it.

You crawled onto the bed beside him, and kissed the side of his mouth.

"Daemon," you said. "My prince. Wake up." He groaned in his sleep and turned to the other side. But you were determined enough to climb over him and lie down facing him. If he grew irate, all the better.

"Daemon, please," you said. You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, lightly at first, then took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit him. "Wake up, Daemon. I need you."

"Sleep," he ordered, voice raspy, barely opening his eyes. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into his side tightly. The mere sound of his voice heated you up even more. You loved being in his hold.

You tried to roll over, but his grip was too strong. So you waited until his arms became limp, and carefully slid your body lower until you were under the furs.

Daemon still wore his breaches, you noted sulkily. But you were quick to undo them and pulled them down just enough to free his cock. Your lips immediately wrapped around it, and your hands went to stroke the length your mouth couldn't reach.

You felt him swell within your mouth and tried to take him deeper. You nearly moaned at the taste and smell, the sensation as he became fully hard. He was so incredibly swollen, smooth and burned like fire.

You froze for a minute when you heard his breathing change. Your hands fondled his balls then you pulled away completely and just kissed the tip, tasting the salt. You closed your eyes to enjoy the velvety texture on your tongue, but it was taken away from you.

"You insatiable whore," you heard him say. His hands came down to your hair and you whined when he pushed your head away from the object of your desire.

Daemon threw back the furs, revealing you with your head on his hip, right next to his manhood.

"Perhaps my Prince would be convinced if-" you began to say nervously. Your hand held his cock desperately.

"Why?" He demanded, eyes still squinting.

"There is nothing I love better in the whole of the seven kingdoms than what's within your breeches. You have the most majestic manhood."  Nothing could get to him like flattery. You ran your thumb along the tip, making his eyes flutter. "I would keep my prince in my mouth all day if only he would stay in bed."

Daemon understood your attempts. He chuckled sleepily at your words. His hands gripped you under your arms and he dragged you up to lay on your chest. "You can have your wish tomorrow, Zyrys." He said with an oddly loving smile, and leaned forward to kiss you chastely.

Had he not kissed you, perhaps you would've considered letting it go for tonight. Who were you fooling? His hardness was still pressing against your thigh and it was making you heady with desire.

Curse him and his wretched child inside of you.

"If you cannot satisfy me, maybe I shall look for it elsewhere, one of your knights would certainly be willing," you declared haughtily. "I am the princess and they only wish to serve."

You got out bed and took two whole steps. Slowly, anticipating his response.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist abruptly, making you gasp. Your breath was knocked out of you as you were slammed onto the bed. Your blood rushed so hard you could hardly hear a thing.

Daemon put his hands on your shoulders to pin you down, a thigh between your knees and hovered over you. He gently slapped the side of your face.

"Speak," he demanded. "What ails you?"

"It's your child," you complained. "I desire you every waking moment. I need you more than I need air."

"Then you know what life has been like for me ever since you entered it," he said simply.

"I threatened to go lay with one of your men." You reminded him.

"You wouldn't dare." He scoffed. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. You felt bad for a moment, he looked exhausted.

"Show me my place." You said, head pointing at the chest beside his bed where you'd placed the leather strap. You saw shock pass over him, but he quickly regained composure. "Use it on me," you asked quietly.

"Are you alright, raqiarzy?" he asked you, stroking your cheek. He leaned down to kiss your neck. His concern and closeness only make your desire grow.

There were times you hated the strap, hated being over his knee like a little girl. You'd trade almost anything to avoid the pain in those moments preceding discipline. And Daemon knew this and only threatened you, rarely used it. But now there was nothing you craved more.

"Daemon I'm cranky." You confessed. "Make me cry. Sob for you to stop. Please."

"And the child?"

"Will be healthy as ever. Maesters said so."

Daemon sighed. You looked at him pleadingly.

At last he nodded, getting off of you. You sat up on the edge of the bed as he slid your nightgown over your shoulders. His fingers found the peaks of your swollen breasts and he rolled them between his fingers. You grimaced and turned your face away, the sight of his hands on your sore breasts making the pain worse.

"Still tender?" He murmured, hands cupping them both and lifting them up. The feeling of the their weight being lifted off of you was exquisite. You moaned in relief and threw your head back. Your eyes were closed when you felt his mouth close around one of the peaks. You gasped and your hands went to tangle in his long hair.

Daemon continued his kisses lower as he pushed your dress down. With a firm hand on your belly, he lowered you till you were lying down on your back.

"So so beautiful," he murmured against your skin. He pulled the dress off of you and threw it aside. Your legs involuntarily clamped together when his hands found your knees but he was far stronger, and he split them.

"Is this where you crave me, wife?" He asked, fingers gathering the moisture at your entrance. He pushed one into your tight opening, and felt you clench around it. You saw his silver head peaking between your thighs as he began to pleasure you. Your eyes met his for a moment, catching your breath.

"Gorgeous," he breathed out.

Your hands fisted the furs under your fingers as his tongue found your pearl. Your moans were delightful to his ears. He grazed his teeth slightly, making your hips raise sharply.

"You're so eager, love," he murmured against your core, hands pushing your hips into the bed. His pace was painfully slow, you felt so empty and craved the stretch of his fingers.

"Do you deserve this?" Daemon asked. "You've been a bad girl. Trying to give my men a taste of what's only mine."

He pulled away from you, causing your eyes to water with frustration. You wanted catharsis with your tears, not whatever he was doing.

"But know this, no man in all of Westeros will satisfy you. Not after you've been bedded by me and certainly not while carrying my child." Daemon promised. He gave you one last long lick, tongue dipping into your opening just enough to tease.

"Daemon please, let me come." You whined. You kicked your legs in protest.

"Not before your well deserved strapping, love." Daemon said. He rose and sat down on the bed next to. His hands held the nape of your neck and forced you to meet his eyes. "You did this to yourself."

You nodded, a thrill of fear going through you. 

"Get over my knee," Daemon ordered calmly. "Be good and you will not be hurt too badly."

You assumed your position immediately, bare as the day you were born. He placed a pillow under your belly so no pressure would fall there, and one for your tender breasts. Daemon adjusted your position carefully until he was satisfied by it, adding to your humiliation.

His hands kneaded your arse, and the first strike of his palm startled you. He hit the other cheek then, and you bit your lip to hold back a cry. Gods, already?

You wanted this? He hadn't even gotten to the strap yet. Every slap from his hand sent tingles of pleasure to between your thighs and you clenched them desperately.

Daemon's hand found the slit between your legs and he stroked you. "So wet you're drenching my breeches. You needed me this much, huh?"

He roughly grabbed your cheek. You whimpered in response.

The sting from the strap was as sharp as you remembered it to be. He'd given you no warning at all. Your cry was loud, though muffled by your face in the furs. With every sound you made you felt his cock move against your arm.

Daemon brought the strap down over you again, where your legs met your arse.

You kicked your legs with abandon when he struck, and the tears began to come.

You knew it was twenty, Daemon always gave you twenty. He resisted any protest by you until he reached that number.

"Shh, darling, we're halfway there," he comforted, running his hands through your hair as your tears wet your face. "You asked for it, now take it."

"I've had enough," you said into the furs. He tsktsked.

"Quit your whining and be a good girl for me," he said and you nodded frantically. The next strike came hard and your eyes shut from the pain.

You held your breath for what seemed like forever, but he hit you again just as you relaxed. You could feel the real tears coming,  your worries erased from your mind.

Your attention was fixed solely on your arse, so sore from his ministrations. You cried into the furs with abandon, and your hand went down to hold his calf and wrapped around it like a snake. You needed to feel close to him, close enough that you were inside his skin and away from troubles of the world outside.

You flinched when you heard the whoosh of the implement as it cut through the air, and you broke into sobs when it bit your skin.

You cried out his name in between tears and he shushed you, stroking your hair. His tender touch was a sharp contrast with the fire he lit over your arse.

Your tears flowed freely and you didn't notice that he had stopped until you felt him rub your skin tenderly. You felt him rub a salve from his bedside.

"Shh, it's over now, little bird," he leaned down and whispered in your ear. "You're all right, darling."

You shook your head and continued to cry. Your whole world was focused on the burn.

Daemon pulled you up into his arms and you hugged him around his neck. Your legs were folded in close to your chest as you sat on his lap. He tucked your head under his chin and stroked your back gently.

When you opened your eyes you saw his wrist, the cuff  of his shirt had a little dragon on it. It was one of the things you liked doing for him. He refused to let you work to make his clothing but occasionally let you embroider or mend them. You were glad he was finally wearing the undershirts you'd made. You leaned your head up and kissed the hollow of over his collarbones in silent thanks.

"You feel better now?" Daemon asked, kissing your forehead. You smiled and his lips met yours in a wet kiss.

His hands wiped your tears away after a few moments. He saw worship in your eyes as they met his violet ones. "I love you," you said and he nodded, and bent to kiss you again. It was as close as you would ever get.

Your hands held his jaw closely to you. You were suddenly embarrassed as you realized you were as nude as he was clothed, your face burned red.

"Will you undress for me, Lord?" You asked sweetly. "Let me thank you properly."

"I dont need to bare my chest for that, princess." He replied, and lifted you up under your knees and armpits. He bent low to place you gently on the floor between his open knees. You winced when the rug pressed into the tender skin of your backside.

"Now what were you saying earlier? Something about how my cock belonged in your mouth. Go on, then."

You gulped at hearing his words, and you knelt in front of him.

His hand came to hold your hair at the crown of your head. The other untied his breeches. You were close to him, and his hard cock struck your cheek as it popped out. You grew more aroused by this than you thought possible, the sting in your face awakened you.

Daemon didn't let you take a moment to recover. You needed only the slightest push before you went on your own accord, kissing the head of his hard cock. You peppered kisses along his length and your hand cradled his balls.

It was so illicit, pleasuring him like this, giving yourself totally over for him. You hardly cared for breathing when you took deep him into your mouth. You closed your eyes to savor the sensation, and suppressed your panic when he hit the back of your throat.

"Look at me," Daemon ordered. His hands held the your head firmly, your nose touching the well trimmed hair at the root. You opened your eyes and looked up to see his violet eyes blown with desire.

"My good little wife," he said, "on her knees like she should be."

"Mhmm" your words muffled around his cock. He shook his head disapprovingly, and stroked your hollowed cheek.

"Did no one ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" He chided with a tsktsk. Your face went hot in embarrassment. Tears fell from your eyes as you choked on him, the humiliation of his scolding making your slit weep.

He thrust his hips into your mouth, once, twice, making you gag. He gave you one sharp thrust of his hips before he let you get off of him. There was a trail of saliva that connected his cock to you.

Daemon leaned back onto his wrists. "Now thank me properly, wife" he ordered.

You probably felt more pleasure than him as you began. His sharp intakes of breath, involuntarily buckling hips, the way he tightened his grip in your hair, all told you what he enjoyed. You paid close attention and followed his cues. In your mind you weren't a princess anymore. The illicit nature of this act made you feel like a common whore that knew the prince gave extra copper for a job well done. Your thoughts pushed you deeper into submission as you serviced him.

"I'm nearly there," Daemon said, pushing your head away. You whined at the loss. "Greedy girl, I was about to spend. You would like that, wouldn't you? Taking sustenance from my cock."

"I enjoy whatever you bid me to do, my husband." You replied, trying not to seem too eager.

"Where should I spend?" Daemon wondered out loud.

"Within me!" You said quickly. He raised his eyebrows at your demanding tone.

"If it pleases my prince, I wished you would spill within me." You requested. He seemed more pleased with this. He got off the bed to take his clothes off till he stood in front of you in all his glory.

"In your mouth?" He asked, crawling on top of you.

Oh lord, was he going to make you say the words. You looked at your knees, anywhere but at him.

"Answer me, " Daemon said.

"Within my body, prince. Between my thighs." You said silently. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed, making you giggle at his strength. He leaned forward and kissed your nose.

"I'm not quite sure what you mean?" Daemon smirked. His hands went from your shoulders to your breasts, cruelly flicking your nipple. Then they trailed lower to your core. "Here, perhaps?" He asked, rubbing your pearl.

You moaned at the contact you craved so desperately. "Yes, my prince."

"Say it," he demanded. "My cunt."

"My cunt," you mumbled.

"Louder. Who does this belong to?" Daemon asked, pushing two thick fingers in you. Your walls were swollen with desire, his fingers stretched you uncomfortably. He curled them and shook his hand enough that waves of pleasure shot through you.

"You, my prince. My cunt is yours." Your humiliation was complete. Your legs parted even more.

He finally aligned his thick head between your lips. You felt the heavy pressure there.

Daemon cupped your face and put his forehead on yours. His eyes bore into yours and you gave him a slight nod. He pushed in slowly and didn't stop till he was fully sheathed. You loudly moaned from the satisfaction of you two finally joining again.

His thrusts were languid and indulgent. His hand rubbed your pearl between your puffy lower lips. Your body sunk deeper into the mattress as the pleasure paralyzed you. There was a deep gratefulness you felt in your bones to lie there underneath him as his wife.

You kissed Daemon's scars, the ones you could reach, thanking your gods that he had returned to you. Your hands ran up and down his back then found their home in his hair.

The stretch of his thick cock took your breath away, you gasped when he went particularly deep.  You closed your eyes and yielded to him.

It didn't take long before you reached your peak. You squirmed and clenched around his invasion as the pleasure washed over your body and made your toes curl.

Daemon was still hard inside you, went faster and reached unknown depths with each thrust. He was so focused on taking his pleasure, he hardly noticed you reached yours.

"Come to me, husband." You said, tenderly stroking his hair. You leaned up and caught his mouth in a soft kiss, so very different to the harsh pace he took you at.

You felt the tension growing within you once again, and you thought you couldn't take anymore as it tipped over and you came again.

You said his name in a moan. The pleasure left you weak.

He resisted the way your body tried to clench and push him out, instead drove into your tightest recesses and spilled there. He stayed within you and slowly dropped more of his weight onto you. There were no words said between you two as your hearts beat together. His forehead rested upon yours as time slowed down.

"Daemon," you said, eyes still closed.

"I know, love, shh," he cooed. His hands came up to cup your cheek and rub his callous thumbs against your face.

"I love you," you said, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer.

You winced as he slipped out of your body. He lay flat on you so you were pressed up against each other.

"What bothered you?" Daemon whispered in your ear. It felt as though he was speaking thoughts into your brain. You couldn't possibly hide the truth from him now.

"I thought-" you began, but voicing them felt stupid right after he'd proven otherwise. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Why would I not, love?" He asked measuredly.

"Because of the child."

Daemon rolled off of you, and hooked hands under your arm and thighs to drag you away from the dampness in your bedcloths. He leaned back on an elbow.

"You think the child would lessen my desire?" He asked, frowning. You turned to your side and nodded.

"You've got it all wrong. Being around you these last couple weeks has been an exercise of self restraint."

"Dont hold back," you said. "Not on my account."

"I didn't wish to bother you any longer for my own selfish pleasures when you were already with child." Daemon sighed.

"How could I not want you?" You nearly shouted. "Your child makes me love you more everyday, there is scarcely a moment when I'm not thinking of you."

Daemon smiled at your admission, and leaned down to kiss your brow. "You'll tire of me eventually, princess."

"I would want you to take me even in the midst of my labors," you declared.

He looked at you incredulously and laughed, then bent forward to kiss all over your face.

"Three children from now, you'll forgo this passion to keep out of childbed." He said, rolling his eyes.

You slapped his chest lightly, and wriggled over to his side. "Shut up," you mumbled into his ribs.

Daemon pulled you into his arms and held you close. You took a deep breath and held him back tightly. Your head rested on his chest.

“I love you,” you said again, hoping he would say it back. It was not too much to expect, you told yourself.

“I love you too, ñuha jorrāeliarzy, and our little dragonrider.”

[bountycancelled]

LOST CAUSE

bada x reader (part 1)

MASTERLIST | NEXT

warnings: none really, it's just kinda sad

content: petnames (only one is used in reference to reader, but a few are mentioned) alcohol mentions (reader drinks away her feels) sad gays and bad gays, unedited becusse I'm lazy, a whole lotta projecting myself onto reader

being bada's best friend would be the death of you, you were calling it right now.

she wasn't a bad friend by any means, quite the opposite actually. from the late night talks that would last until the early mornings before you both passed out, the tiny, sentimental gifts she would randomly get for you without expecting anything in return, to the way she would hold you, god, she was perfect. you loved everything about her.

but, that was the problem, wasn't it? you loved her. and a part of you wants to blame her for making it so easy, falling for her, but you know that would be unfair. not only because she wasn't leading you on or anything, but also because she couldn't do any wrong in your eyes.

everytime your heart fluttered at one of her actions, it would sink just as quickly. she's doing this as a friend, you would always remind yourself. but your not so friendly reminders didn't stop you from hoping. for something more, that one day, miracously, bada would realise that she was in lo–

"what's got you so worried?" you were pulled out of your daily dose of dramatic reality checking by none other than bada. her head was in your lap, she stared up at you with a look that you could only describe as... content. comfortable. and so, so beautiful.

"huh?" you answered, having not heard her clearly, too busy being in your head instead of in the real world, where unfortunately, you belonged.

she raised her arm and pressed on the space between your eyebrows, a small pout on her face. "you're frowning. what's wrong, pretty?"

the nicknames. the fucking. nicknames.

pretty, gorgeous, baby, love, honey. it was things like that made you believe, even if just for a moment, that she knew that you liked her, loved her, and was just toying with you for enjoyment.

you'd feel guilty everytime you had that thought. she wouldn't. not to you, not to anyone, not ever.

"it's nothing, really. I'm just in a mood today." you shrugged, hoping that she would, for your sake, take your half-hearted explanation and leave it there.

she nodded, clearly unconvinced, but moved one nonetheless. "do you still wanna go to the club tonight? we can cancel and spend the night together instead." she offered, lifting her head off of your lap in favour of placing it on your shoulder, waiting for your answer.

"no, we can still go, we'll just come back here together. we've blown off our friends enough times, I'm starting to feel bad." you joked, and once again, the atmosphere was light and airy. with that settled, you both stood up, trying to find something to wear for the nights activities.

you walked into her closet, sprinkled with tops and skirts from your own, almost laughing at the absurdity of the situation. for someone who claimed that being around bada was painful, your personal stamp on her home sure made it hard to believe.

"how's this?" you said for what felt like the 29th time to bada (it was only the third) as you spun around for her, showing off one of your options for the night.

she sat at the edge of the bed, ready to go about 20 minutes before you, as she usually was. her head was tilted back, staring at the ceiling as she waited patiently for you to finally choose something to wear.

you tried not to stare at her neck, which she made easier for you by finally looking at you, tilting her head to the side as she inspected your outfit.

"I was gonna say its looks as good as the other two because you look amazing in anything and everything, but... I like this one. a lot."

the way she looked at you when she said that, with her bottom lip between her teeth, stayed with you as you walked to the club together, hand in hand. did she really have no idea how much she affected you? you weren't sure if you hoped that she didn't, or did.

but you weren't going to think of that tonight. you were going to drink, and dance, and hang out with your friends, and not let bada affect you. if only for just one night.

okay, maybe you had had one too many drinks by now, but you weren't drunk just yet. it was still the normal you, just with a few tweaks. a little less shame here, a little more confidence here, nothing too major.

you were half in minah's lap and half in tatters, singing obnoxiously, almost as loud as the song blasting from the speakers. you weren't even thinking of bada... wait, where the hell was bada?

you squinted your eyes as they darted across the dance floor, hopelessly trying to locate her in the dim lighting of the club. but you didn't have to look for long, because she was headed back to your table, a smile painted on her face.

you stood up, suprisingly not stumbling as you walked up to her, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. "where were you?" you shouted over the music, wearing a curious expression.

she bit her lip excitedly before speaking into your ear, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. damn you and your natural charm, bada.

"I met a girl." you didn't mean for your face to drop in the way that it did, but from the looks of it, bada didn't even notice. if she did, then she didn't mention it.

"she actually wants to come over to my place..." bada trailed off, sending you a pleading look, a certain lust-driven glee shining in her eyes.

"oh." you said flatly before you could stop yourself, moving your arms away from her and crossing them over your chest.

she quickly wrapped her arms around your middle, squeezing while pleading her case in an effort to soften the blow. it doesn't help, not one bit.

"I know we were supposed to have a binging marathon, but please baby? just this once? I'll make it up to you real good, you know I always do." 'because I always let you.' you wanted to add, but you bit your tongue, you weren't feining for a fight with bada right about now.

you sigh, your arms hanging limply by your sides. "okay. I'll just crash at lushers'." you fight the urge to gag as she squeals in excitement, at the prospect of spending the night with someone who isn't you.

she gave you a curious look, most likely sensing your jealousy apprehension, her arms still around you, feeling more suffocating than comforting at that moment.

"...are you sure?" no. I'm not, don't go with her.

you nodded furiously, removing her arms from your frame, and turning her around, pushing her toward the dance floor where she had left her pursuit for the night. "go, she'll think you're blowing her off if you keep talking to me."

"are you actually, super, one hundred percent certain that I can go with her?" she pushed you further, and you knew that she knew that you weren't really all that okay with it.

but what was the point? you could easily sway her into sticking to the original plan, but she would've spent the whole night daydreaming about what could've been with the mysterious girl at the club. you didn't want to deal with that. you were tired of feeling like a second choice.

you wanted her to choose you, because she wanted to choose you. not because you asked her to.

'no, I'm not sure. I don't want you to go with her. I want you to choose me for once. choose me.' you screamed in your own mind, but all that could be seen on the outside was you smiling the best you could at bada, nodding once more before walking back to where the rest of your group sat, downing the drink in front of you.

you didn't know if it was even yours, but it didn't matter to you right now.

minah noticed your sudden change in mood, holding your hand in hers in a silent attempt to comfort you. you squeezed it as means of expressing gratitude, you didn't wanna talk about it.

but, you didn't need to. she knew, and if the downright pitiful looks the rest of the group were throwing your way were anything to go by, it seemed that everyone else knew too.

you wanted to leave, so you left. lusher had no problem going home early with you, she could tell that you weren't in a good headspace. you left with lushers arms around you, half to make sure that you didn't stumble, and half to try to make you feel a little better.

you left with a bitter taste in your mouth, and not from the shitty drinks you were downing.

you left without saying goodbye to bada, which you never did. she waved when she saw you by the door, that big smile still evident even in the dark lighting.

you didn't wave back.

a/n: this wasn't planned, and I wrote it in a day, but I hope you guys like it. also, doing a bada series and and a bada smau at the same time isn't my brightest idea, but fuck it, we ball.

[sissycuckyhubby]

Tommy tried to resist. He really did.

3 years ago when his girlfriend jokingly said he should let her do his makeup, he never thought it would lead to where he's at now.

First she suggested he swap his loose fitting boxers for tighter boxers. They were pretty old boxers, so having newer ones would be good. A few months after that she suggested he swap out his boxers for briefs. She convinced him by saying she thought they were sexy on him.

A couple weeks later, while talking about needing to do more cardio to lose some weight, his girlfriend suggested wearing a waist trainer to help with his shape too. After a few weeks he could really tell a difference, and was glad he'd listened to his girlfriend! But then it started escalating.

One day Tommy came home from work and noticed all his briefs had been replaced with cotton panties. His girlfriend reassured him they were basically the same, they were just a little more colorful, which was more fun! It was kinda fun to have different colors to choose from when getting dressed, and they did fit basically the same.

A little while later, Tommy's girlfriend suggested he start taking some pills she got for him to help boost his mood and they'd also help his metabolism. Unfortunately for Tommy, the pills were actually estrogen pills with included testosterone blockers.

A few months later he started noticing a lot of changes. His hair and nails were growing really fast. He also noticed his body hair seamed to be thinning, and his skin softer than usual. Before long he noticed his pectoral muscles on his chest seemed to be getting bigger, but they weren't firm and muscly, they were soft and squishy. And after just a couple weeks he noticed they would bounce a little as he walked. His girlfriend suggested he could wear a sports bra to help. It wouldn't be noticeable under his shirts and it would give him support. Tommy was blown away at how supportive the bra was, and how well it seemed to slim his chest down. He loved it! He didn't like referring to it as a sports bra though, he always called it his chest wraps. Before long he was wearing a chest wrap every day and had his own collection of various colors and fits.

6 months after his girlfriend had started giving him the pills is when the biggest surprise happened. Tommy woke up one Saturday morning with an overwhelming sensation in his nipples. They were so sensitive! Tommy couldn't help but start to play with them, enjoying the pleasure he was feeling from his nipple play. He nearly came to the point of climax, all just from playing with his nipples.

Another month passed and Tommy no longer felt comfortable when shirtless. His pecs had grown so much that they were looking like budding breasts. They also started so sag and sway whenever he bent over, and anything more than a slow walk made them bounce and jiggle, even in his chest wraps. His girlfriend suggested getting a more supportive bra to keep them from moving so much. She reassured him that a good bra would solve all his problems. So they both went bra shopping together, and she helped him get a few good sets he could swap out. She taught him how to properly clean his bras and how to put them on by himself.

Weeks turned into months which turned into years. The pills Tommy was on continued to slowly transform his body. With the influx of estrogen, his hair continued to grow. His skin became soft and delicate. His nails were long and strong. And his chest (which now had two large and well rounded breasts) was always encased in a supportive bra. Tommy had slowly transitioned from plain, boring bras to more fun and frilly bras. About a year ago Tommy noticed his nipples could be seen through his bra, so his girlfriend suggested he get more padded bras to hide his nipples.

That brings us to where we are now. Tommy barely resembles his former self. His once short brown hair had now reached the middle of his back. His clothes had all been replaced with women's clothes since his male clothes no longer fit his new curvy figure. And his girlfriend jokingly said she'd start calling him Tammy instead of Tommy a few months ago, but since then she hasn't called him Tommy once, and only calls him Tammy. So maybe it wasn't a joke.

Even with all the changes his body has gone through, he still lives his life like most guys would. He still lives with his girlfriend and they do all sorts of fun things together! For example, he and his girlfriend are getting ready to go to the pool! The only difference is he's wearing a bikini top to help support and cover his new breasts. And he's wearing a bikini bottom with booty shorts because they fit best over his now curvy hips. He also needs to put his hair into a high and tight ponytail to keep the chlorine from getting to his roots. He also has to put in some earrings to keep his newly pierced ears from closing, and he also puts in a belly ring to match his girlfriends belly ring. But besides that, nothing has changed for him!

Tammy didn't notice it while in the bathroom getting ready, but his girlfriend was taking a selfie just outside the bathroom. He had no idea she was taking it to send to all her guy friends—inviting them all to the pool with us. Tammy had never met any of his girlfriends guy friends before. But I'm sure she told them all that he's her boyfriend regardless of how he looks now. Right?

[wosoluver]

Can you do a misa x reader where it's readers birthday?

Birthday girl

Misa Rodríguez x reader

Misa Rodriguez Masterlist

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It was your birthday week. You were excited to spend your first birthday with your girlfriend and in Madrid. You had moved there months ago.

But every time Misa brought it up, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and you would somehow shut down the conversation. She knew something was wrong, you never shut up about how much you love to celebrate your birthday, and now that it was almost here, you didn't even bother to plan anything.

You had opened up to her, saying how weird it would be to not have your sisters or friends from back home with you. The step to move to Madrid had been a little tough on you, but you knew the importance of becoming more independent and being closer to great job opportunities. She understood how you felt, but she had set her mind into planning the best birthday possible, you deserved more than anyone to have a special day.

"Sofie, have you ordered the cake yet?" - Misa as usual, was taking matters very seriously, like she always did when it came to basically anything she felt like she had to succeed in.

"Calm down I got it, I'll order today" - saying quickly into the phone.

"You haven't yet!?" - annoyed at her friend for struggling at her only task.

"You know, when you said we were throwing a party I thought we were going clubbing or something."

"Your kidding right? I'm already struggling thinking on how I'm going to get her to Raso's apartment for the dinner. And you know she isn't really into people that are not her friends. She wouldn't stand 10 minutes inside a club."

"Right. It's fine, don't worry, we still got like 2 days."

"Two days go by like the blink of an eye"

and it did.

Misa's pov

Okay. It's 7:30 am. I have to get to practice by 8:00 sharp. Leave at 12:00, stop by to get some flowers and a café con leche from her favorite coffee shop. Should be fine. She should be waking up late anyway.

Stoping by the flower shop, I settled for a classic red rose bouquet. Besides being your favorite, they were the prettiest they had. Got the coffee and made my way home.

As soon as I opened the door I saw her laying on the couch, watching yet another episode of her comfort show.

"Good morning mi amor, these are for you..." - handing the bouquet in front of her - "Feliz Cumpleaños baby"

She seemed on a better mood than expected, taking into consideration the last couple of days.

"Buenos dias, guapa!" - jumping up from the couch and giving me a short kiss, taking the roses from my hands - "Thank you so much amor! And coffee?!? God I love you."

"You seem in a good mood, care to share why? Besides the obvious reason?" - looking down at her big smile.

"I sorry I didn't seem so excited the last couple of days, but it wouldn't be fair to myself or to you, to not let myself celebrate right? It's the first birthday I get to spend with you Misa!"

"Only the first of many."

"Kinda cheesy." - she says walking into the kitchen to set up the flowers in a vase.

"Excuse me? Can I be romantic to my girlfriend without being judged?!" - As I followed.

"Okay since I didn't plan anything before hand, can we do whatever I want today?"

"Yes, what would that be?"

"Shower and then lunch maybe?"

"Shower and lunch it is. I'll get the shower running while you finish it up here" - A weight left my shoulders when I realized it would be no trouble getting her out of the house.

After lunch we headed back home, the car ride was quiet and peaceful, and I decided it would be a good time to bring up we had plans.

"So... Since you were kind of down this week, I decided upon making plans for you. I mean us-" but I was quickly cut off.

"Misa, birthday sex doesn't need to be planned, it's kind of mandatory"

"Well yes but, I actually planned something, for tonight!"

"You did?! And you were able to keep it a secret? Wow, you really need to be praised then." - You said it half joking.

Back to the apartment.

"Alright so we have some free time until we need to start getting ready to go..." - I let her know while unlocking the door.

"I have the perfect idea to keep us busy till then..."

reader's pov

Standing both at someone's door, ready for whatever this was, you were excited to say the least. Misa never disappoints and that's been proved time and time again.

Not even 5 seconds later, there was Raso opening the door.

"Hello Y/N, happy birthday!" - She screams happily. The thick Aussie accent ever so present. "Welcome to my place and your birthday spot for the night!"

Hayley was the sweetest. You two had instantly become friends once you met. Unknown to you, when her friend asked for help to set everything up, she was the first one up for it, offering to take charge of everything. She missed Australia like crazy. And knew exactly how you were feeling.

Walking in and seeing the beautiful set up, made you smile and tear up immediately. Seeing all the girls you had grown close to, since you arrived in Spain made you feel so lucky.

The party initially started out as a calm dinner but by now it was a full on celebration, loud music and good drinks.

I saw Misa going out in the balcony, probably to get some air. And trailed off behind her.

"Thank you, my love. Really. It would've sucked to go through my birthday without a party." - I say looking into her eyes with the most love they could bare.

"I got you. Always. I'm so glad you liked it. Also really glad the cake was here." - Even though I didn't get the joke, I proceeded to thank her.

"This must have been a pain to organize. You know, we could of just gone clubbing." -

"That's what I said!" - Svava said from behind us. "I was looking for you two, the girls want to do karaoke!"

"I'm so gonna sing I want it that way."

"We'll be right there!" - Misa yelled through the loud music as she left us alone once more.

We stood there, just appreciating each other's presence. After sharing a kiss in a warm hug, Misa finally spoke again.

"First one down, forever to go!"

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As always, would love to hear your thoughts! 🩷

[loggiepj]

YOU'RE NOT MY TYPE

Summary: Wanda mistakenly rejects you when you try to ask her out.

And now she regrets it because you're definitely, undeniably her type.

Seeing your ex-girlfriend kiss someone else in your workplace felt like hell.

It was as if love broke you. The ability to function hindered only by one organ in your body. And even if it was so tiny, once it was hurt, it would hurt you like a ton.

Through the first weeks, the breakup affected your work. Finding yourself stuttering through discussions or staring blankly in space during meetings, it was as if your life stopped and you began to question on your existence.

What is the meaning of life if not to love?

Your boss even requested for you to take a leave because he said you deserved it. And you wondered which thing you did deserve, the leave or the breakup.

Maybe both.

When your friends started to notice you being all depressed and mopey on your table while your ex from another department was smiling like crazy as she prepared herself for a date with the new guy, they immediately felt the need to console you with food, drinks and company.

That was why on your 7th week after the said awful breakup, your friends managed to pull you on your feet and dragged you with them into a bar owned by the sister of one of your  friends.

After gulping down your second shot of whatever drink your friends offered to you, you finally stood up and declared.

"Okay, I think that's enough for today-"

But Natasha, your somewhat close to bestfriend, stopped you. "Cmon Y/n, we barely even started."

"Yeah, Y/n," Steve, Nat's boyfriend, added as he made you sit back on your stool. "Plus, the reason why we're here is so you can find yourself a gal and move on from that stupid ex of yours."

"She's not stupid," you immediately argued, making Steve raise his hands in surrender. You didn't even know why you were still trying to defend her. She hurt you. "Sorry... She's just, complicated. That's all."

"Enough about your past," Pietro butted in. "Steve's kinda right, you know? You have to realize that there's still plenty of fish in the water and your ex was just a tiny plankton."

"That's not even a fish-"

He stopped you midsentence. "What I'm trying to say is that there's someone out there waiting for you to ask her out. And all you need is a one big push. Maybe you'll even thank your ex someday."

You only shook your head as he offered you another shot.

"Unless... you're scared," Pietro added.

"Oh... This is good," Tony meddled in. "Did you just call Y/n a scaredy cat?"

"I am not scared to flirt, okay?" You defended yourself, straightening the collar of your shirt. "I just... Well, I'm just not in the mood."

"Fine, if you're not scared as you say you are... I dare you... To ask that bartender out," Pietro suggested, pointing at the woman mixing and serving drinks at the bar. When you turned your head to glance towards her, as if on cue, Stand By Me by Ben E. King blared from the speakers in the background. The woman had brownish blonde hair tied up in a bun. Her emerald eyes glinting as she smiled at her customers. You could tell right away she wasn't the kind of bartender who'd sport a fake smile, she was a genuine one, like a beautiful flower in an open field of buckwheat.

You thought Pietro had good taste because the woman was so breathtakingly attractive. But you knew there was no way she'd say yes being asked out in a place like this. She had probably received a lot of offers, too. Looking like that, most people would just objectify her. While you would worship her.

You couldn't blame her if she'd say no though.

So you agreed to Pietro's dumb dare. "On one condition. If she'll say no, I am going home."

"That makes no sense. We're here to party for you.... And what makes you think she'd say no? I mean, you're beautiful, I'm not blind, Y/n, and she looks like an angel in hell," Pietro said, his arms flailing before you to explain.

"I just know she wouldn't, okay? She deserves to be asked out, but not in a place like this," you reasoned out.

"Deal, then!" He agreed after a moment of silence. "But please put a little effort, too."

"I'll try," you mustered up a bit of courage, as you stood and made your way to the bar. Her last customers just left with drinks in hand as you slowly approached, hands in your pocket.

"Hi!" You must have greeted her enthusiastically because it made her jump on her spot. You couldn't deny that she was more beautiful up close and it made you forget why you were there in the first place.

"Hey, what can I get you?" she asked, her voice so sweet and lovely.

"Just a can of coke, please," you replied, smiling.

She only giggled, not expecting you to order something nonalcoholic.

Once she placed a can, a glass full of ice and a napkin before you, you immediately added, "Oh, you forgot something."

Her brows furrowed in confusion, wondering if she served the wrong can.

Then you handed out a napkin to her and said, cringing internally, "Your number."

After five seconds of painful silence, she broke out into a loud laughter. And you smiled because she had a beautiful laugh.

"Sorry," she managed to say after trying not to laugh for a second, covering her mouth. "But you're not my type."

"So you're straight?"

"No, I'm bi..," she hesitantly admitted. "But just because I'm half gay doesn't mean you're my type."

And you released a soft chuckle, nodding back at her with understanding, because you were right all along. Internally, you were rejoicing because you won Pietro's dare and a soft warm bed awaited you at home.

"And you find rejection amusing too, first time," she went on, now with an awkward laugh.

You licked your lips as you said. "Sorry, turning serious now.. Okay, I'm hurt." You placed your hand dramatically on your chest. "Both physically and emotionally... What's your type then?"

She was now wiping a clean glass dry as she replied. "Someone who doesn't give corny pick up lines in a dingy bar like this."

You let out a laugh because your thoughts about her just matched and it intrigued you even more.

"Actually... I don't pick up girls from bars like this. I was just dared to by my friends," you explained.

"Ohh, and you know why I know you're not my type?" she asked with a smirk.

"Enlighten me, please."

"Because I knew you'd say that. Exactly those phrases. What are we? Highschoolers playing truth or dare?"

You only smiled, giving her credit for that. If you were in her shoes, you'd probably do the same thing too.

"My name's Y/n..," you introduced yourself. When she wasn't responding, you added. "And yours?"

She only chuckled at you. "And... I'm working."

"Hi, Working! That's a pretty cute name. For sure you hate your parents for that though."

Giving you one last laugh and a shake of head, the woman tended to another group of new customers and you decided to leave her in peace.

When you came back to your table, your friends laughing and awaiting for your return, you only punched your hand in the air in victory.

"I told you she'd say no," you said, as you grabbed your bag from your seat, slinging it on your shoulder.

"What?!" Pietro exclaimed.

"And because I won, I can go home now," you added, leaving a couple of tens on the table. "Thank you so much for the company guys."

Little did you notice that the bartender was staring at you, wondering why you were suddenly walking out the door with no one in hand even though you were undeniably attractive and literally could have anyone. Did you really just flirt with her and only her?

"Hey, Wanda! My lovely sis!"

When she saw her brother, Pietro, leaning in front of the counter, Wanda immediately shrugged him off, telling him he already had too much alcohol.

"Why did you say no to my friend, Y/n?" Pietro groaned like a kid as he took a seat.

And Wanda's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, so you are the one who tried to set me up with your friend," she complained. "Sorry, Piet. She's just not my type, okay?"

And Pietro glared at her as if she had said the most offending thing ever.

"What? Y/n is definitely your type."

"You're unbelievable, you know that? I have standards and her asking me out like that in a bar like this is just a no-no for me." 

Pietro sighed as he leaned, resting his head on his folded arms. "Look... She's just not trying hard to ask you because I dared her to. And she didn't want to ask you really. Actually, she was opposed to the idea. She made a deal about it that if you'd reject her, she'd leave and go home, which made her happy to be honest."

Wanda grew confused as she placed the cleaned glasses back on the shelf.

"So you forced her to ask me out, even when she doesn't even want to?"

Pietro smiled apologetically. "Sort of... But I am telling you, sis, Y/n is your soulmate... She's just going through some stuff right now. And you rejecting her would definitely not boost her confidence."

Wanda only laughed. "Oh, from what I witnessed earlier, she didn't need that much help."

When Tony walked into the conversation just to order refills, Pietro immediately included him. Him and Pietro were childhood buddies and knew Wanda since little.

"Hey Tony, what about you? Do you think Y/n is Wanda's type?"

Then Tony's eyes widened in realization. "Oh my God, you are right! I've never thought of it before. I think they're soulmates."

Wanda only scoffed, ignoring the sudden churn she felt in her stomach. Did she make a mistake?

"See?" Pietro exclaimed, then she pulled Natasha when she happened to pass by along the bar. "Nat, you know my sister, Wanda, right?"

And both of the girls smiled and acknowledged each other.

"Wanda said that Y/n is not her type," Pietro went on.

Natasha only raised her eyebrows. Then she looked at Wanda in shock. "What? But Y/n is a hopeless romantic, Wanda. And a complete nerd if you ask me. She's definitely your type."

"She goes to musicals," Steve suddenly butted in, as if their table just teleported to the bar.

"Oh, and she likes to watch-"

"Interstellar!" Both Natasha and Tony screamed as they giggled.

"She must have watched that movie for the thousandth time," Pietro added. "More than Wanda had seen it... There were times I couldn't get the movie soundtrack to leave my head for weeks-"

"Okay, okay, I get it," Wanda interrupted. "Y/n and I have common interests. But I just don't like to be asked out in a bar... and besides, if she's really that amazing as you tell, how come you just talk about her around me now?"

"Because she just got out of a 5-year relationship," Pietro slowly answered as they all grew silent. "And she's still hurting."

Upon the revelation, Wanda's heart ached for you. You were hurting and she was rude to you, she didn't even give you her name.

When the topics have changed, Wanda couldn't stop wondering what if she did say yes. Would you take her seriously?

She had previous relationships that she didn't even want to remember because of too much trauma and red flags. And she didn't want to relive those moments.

Pietro knew she had been single for almost a year now, not being able to find time to date, and when she did have time, it was either a no show up date or a bad first impression date. She wondered if you were her first mistake, the one who got away.

Even after her shift, Wanda's mind always drifted back to you. To the point when she saw Pietro help her arrange the tables after the bar closed, she relented.

"Do you have her number?" Wanda sheepishly asked.

And Pietro only smiled at her as he pulled out his phone.

But Wanda hadn't found the courage to text you until a week after. She was about to send out her drafted message, probably the 11th version, to you when you accidentally bumped into her on the streets.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there," you immediately apologized. Then upon recognizing her, you greeted. "Hi, Working! I haven't seen you in like what was it, a week now?"

Wanda bit her lower lip to suppress a laugh as she replied, her insides squirming. "Careful there, one might think you're counting."

You only chuckled back then you noticed the groceries she was carrying. "You need help with that?"

But without waiting for her reply, you grabbed the bags from her. "So where to?

Wanda must have blushed but she tried to hide her face by looking down the pavement. "Nice try, showoff... To the dingy bar, please..."

But you only smiled as you two walked along the streets, knowing the bar she was referring to was just two blocks away.

"What are you doing in the food market on a Sunday, anyway?" Wanda curiously asked, breaking the silence.

"Oh, I went there for the food," you answered honestly, smirking at her.

"Yeah, very smart, smartass," Wanda smirked back.

You continued. "There's actually this store that sells a variety of nuts-"

"-which you can choose the quantity of each type at the same rate!" Wanda finished, then she realized what she did, nerding out on nuts.

"You like nuts that much, huh?" You joked. You found her cute, though.

"Ha ha... very funny."

"Hey, I meant the food," you quickly explained.

Wanda couldn't stop the smile from widening on her face.

When you finally arrived at the bar Wanda was working at, you noticed how she pulled a big keychain from her bag, numerous keys dangling around.

"You own this bar?" You asked, slightly intending the question as a joke but curiosity killed you.

Wanda hesitantly nodded. She didn't see now why she needed to hide.

"Wait," you muttered, connecting the dots. "So your brother must be Pietro Maximoff, then. I'm one of his dear friends."

"Yeah, he's my twin brother, actually."

After entering the bar, you followed her to the kitchen where you placed the groceries on top of the table.

Wanda suddenly grew nervous, now that you're both alone in a small room. "Do you like something to drink, a refreshment of the sort maybe? As a thank you," Wanda asked, nerves started to kick in.

"Oh, no it's okay," you instantly replied, shaking your head. "I have to go home anyway and feed my cat."

You thought she looked disappointed at the moment but you could just be imagining it.

But Wanda was indeed disappointed.

Before you turned to leave, you added. "Sorry about that night, though... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable like that. If it was anyone to blame, you should blame Pietro. He was the one who dared me to ask you out."

Wanda only chuckled softly, her heartbeat racing.

"No, it's fine. That's just my brother. He's just silly and all."

You nodded and smiled. "Okay... I won't keep you long... Have a great day, then, Miss Working Maximoff."

It took Wanda to get the joke and when she laughed out loud, you were already gone. And she regretted not giving you her number. Because she still didn't have the courage to text you first.

The next time you saw each other was at a common friend's wedding two weeks after that short interaction. You didn't want to come but Tony would kill you if you didn't.

And then you saw Pietro's sister looking like an angel, a beautiful flower in a sea of grass.

She was dressed in a pretty white dress and her eyes never looked so greener than before. To be honest, you thought she looked more beautiful than the bride herself, no offense to Pepper, Tony's bride-to-be.

"Hi, Working!" You greeted behind her.

Wanda should be angry at being teased at but when she recognized the voice and the joke, she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach.

"Hey, Y/n," she greeted back. Then she leaned forward to kiss your cheek in greeting, which made you jump and melt at the feeling of her lips on your skin. Wanda couldn't help but feel entranced by the way you look that day, she didn't even notice her brother was talking.

"Why is she calling you Working?" Pietro asked.

But the ceremony just started and he was immediately shushed out.

At the reception, you found yourself dancing to your favorite song when it came up. It was Wanda's favorite too.

When she saw you dancing, Wanda immediately went to ask her friends to the dance floor, needing an excuse to bump into you. But it was to no avail. Her friends were still full from the meal they had eaten.

Someone coughed behind her, making her abruptly turn. Then her lips curved into a smile as you looked at her, your hand held in front of you. "I heard you have troubles finding yourself a dance partner."

Wanda sheepishly took your hand, as she answered. "Well, now I don't."

And you both had the time of your lives as you and Wanda danced to the lively song followed by another pop one, then a rock song. When Lunar One by Seventeen Evergreen played on the speakers, you both tried to catch your breath as her arms slowly snaked  around your shoulders while yours wrapped around her waist.

"I have a question," you began as you swayed to the song, smiling at her.

"Yeah?"

"If you've finished working, does your name change into its past tense Worked?"

Wanda didn't even know why she was laughing at such a corny joke but she was, tears warning to get out from her eyes.

"What if you're in England," you added. "And someone calls you Job, would you acknowledge that person or correct him and say that's not your name?"

Chuckling so hard, she punched you lightly on your shoulder as she said, "Stop it. I believe now you know my real name."

"I... may have stalked your brother's social media."

"And what have you seen?"

"That you have a beautiful and a very unique name.... but not as unique as Working though."

Wanda shook her head in laughter, her eyes suddenly drifted to your lips, wondering what it felt like against hers. But the moment ended when Wanda was suddenly asked out to a dance by one of the guests. You happily, but deep inside disappointed, let her go.

What you didn't know was Wanda's eyes follow you after that.

When the night ended and everyone eventually started leaving, Wanda expected you to see her afterwards, knowing you both had a moment.

She knew you were feeling it too. And then she would just ask you out right there because you didn't seem to have the courage to.

But Pietro said you already left because you were catching a ride with your friends. And Wanda's wonder and insecurities started to rise.

It was almost winter when you got invited to Tony's manor for a very early Halloween party. Pre-party as what Tony would call them. He wanted to do it early because Pepper wanted a month-long honeymoon before the holidays.

You were not fond of parties but it was a great opportunity to lay out your small telescope and rusty camera in their wide backyard. The manor was near the countryside, away from the light pollution of the city.

You arrived at 1am, set up your devices for half an hour and you were preoccupied. Around 3am in the morning, you finally had a full glimpse of the Milky Way galaxy's core.

When Wanda found out you came, she immediately went looking for you. She was about to give up until she found you in the backyard, the last place she thought you were at.

"What are you doing out here?" Wanda called out to you, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her body as she approached you. "It's literally negative degrees."

And Wanda might have fallen in love when she saw you smile so wide from ear to ear as you saw her.

You then said, "Look above you."

Wanda craned her neck to see what you were talking about. And she didn't even realize how vast the night sky looked right now above them with thousands of twinkling specks of light.

"Wow! That's a lot of stars," Wanda said, her voice full of amazement, as she stood next to you.

When you gently grabbed her hand, her heart stopped beating and she did try her best to focus on your voice instead because she was sure she'd faint on the spot if she didn't.

You pointed her hand at the direction of the sky.

"Do you see that?" You traced the outline with her hand in yours. "That is the core of the Milky Way galaxy."

And when Wanda finally gathered her bearings, she saw what you were trying to say.

"Oh my! I thought I'd never see it in real life. Only in pictures," she blurted out, the skin around her eyes creasing as she smiled.

"I know, right?"

Then you looked at her and you thought about how beautiful she looked up close. And it felt like a moment, but you were sure the earth slowed down around you.

Shaking your head away from the thought, you decided to look back at the sky. You were not her type. Why do you keep forgetting that?

When you noticed her body tremble slightly, you worried.

"Are you cold?"

"I-"

But without waiting for a reply, you wrapped your extra jacket around her.

"Better?"

Wanda nodded as she breathe in your perfume, loving it and wishing that she could have you more than just your scent. She wanted everything about you.

You and Wanda must have talked about the stars, nebulae, galaxies and the new space telescope from NASA for too long, you didn't even notice that almost an hour has passed.

When Wanda was about to confess her feelings to you, someone called out from the house and disrupted the moment.

"What the hell are you doing out there?!" Tony shouted. "It's freezing cold!"

And Wanda didn't get a chance to.

The next time Wanda saw you, you were crying in the balcony of Pietro's house. He was hosting a small party to celebrate his promotion at work.

Knowing that you weren't alone, you immediately wiped the tears from your eyes. Turning, you saw Wanda and greeted, "Hi there!"

"Hey," Wanda cooed softly as she stood beside you, rubbing your back. "What's wrong?"

She couldn't help but feel protective around you. If someone made you cry, they would have to deal with her after.

"Nothing, just...," you answered in a small voice. "Something went into my eye, you know."

And Wanda softly chuckled as she continued to rub your back, soothing you calm. And you were because she was there with you.

"You're a terrible liar too, do you know that?"

"Oh I wouldn't know. I've only tried them on your brother."

"Well, you know he's an exception right? He literally believes everything. He is that gullible."

You laughed.

After a moment, you grew silent, just staring out at the horizon before you. You knew she was waiting for you to speak up, but not rushing you.

Then you suddenly muttered. "I wasn't crying because I was sad, you know."

"Why are you then?"

"I met up with my ex-girlfriend earlier... S-she said that she messed it up and she wa-wanted to get back with me."

Wanda wished so bad she couldn't hear you right now if she'd only hurt herself.

"Did you?" But Wanda still wanted to know.

You only shook your head. "No, that would be crazy... That's why I'm crying because I thought I'd never make it through the heartbreak. I was totally broken months ago. And now I can look at her and feel nothing. Absolutely nothing, Wanda... It's just amazing how time can heal you."

Releasing a breath she didn't realize she was holding, Wanda smiled.

"And those were just happy tears?"

You smiled at her. "Yeah, those were happy tears."

Wanda then hugged you, her arms slipping around your body, as she buried her face into your neck. You hugged her back, placing your head on top of hers.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

You whispered yes as you let her hug you like that and treasured the moment. As long as she was there, even just as a friend, it would be okay. You would be okay.

Trying to distract you, Wanda started when she pulled away. "Tell me about your favorite galaxy."

Then you began to tell her about Andromeda and how it was so near, it was always visible to the naked eye.

As Wanda listened to you, she realized you still needed a little time before getting overwhelmed by confessing her feelings. So Wanda gave you more time.

Three nights passed and Wanda still felt the same.

Wanda wasn't working that night at the bar when you and your friends decided to drop by. The night wasn't busy because it was a weekday and some stocks just needed some replenishing.

Going away for a small event the next day, Wanda could only sign the purchase orders provided by her staff on that night. That night you specifically dropped by.

Wanda thought that the feelings were mutual and that she was finally getting through to you but when you introduced your new officemate to her, eventually realizing you were setting her up with your officemate because said officemate was asking for her number, her heart broke into pieces. And you didn't even mean to. It wasn't your fault that you thought she wasn't interested in you.

You were in the comfort room that time washing off the ketchup that smudged your shirt when Wanda came bursting through the door.

"What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!" Wanda exclaimed.

You had never seen her look so terrifying before.

"Wanda-"

"What was that about, huh? You just set me up with someone!"

"I-I just thought I'd introduce you two because you're both single and-"

Wanda only sighed, stopping you. "God, how can you be so oblivious?"

"Wan-"

Her mouth crashed against yours, as she pinned you against the cold tiled wall. And as quickly as it happened, she immediately pulled away and cursed, leaving you dumbfounded.

"Shit I-I am sorry, I just thought you like me back-" Wanda stopped herself as she stepped away from you and exited the room.

You ran after her, surprising your friends, until you were outside the bar. The streets were now deserted as it was almost midnight. Wanda was already a step away to her car, having trouble in finding her keys.

"Wanda!" You called out to her.

Wanda looked at you as her body wracked up in sobs. You immediately wrapped your arms around her in a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry... I know I ruined it, I ruined our friendship-"

"Stop, Wanda," you butted in, pulling away to rub each of her shoulders as you tried to calm her down. "You didn't, okay? Because I like you too. So much, Wanda. Even way before knowing I wasn't your type."

Softly chuckling, Wanda wiped her eyes as she softly said. "I regretted every single day why I said that... I really did. Because you are my type, Y/n. You are amazing and sweet and so beautiful and you make me laugh and giddy... I-"

She swallowed back a sob as you hugged her again, burying your face into her hair.

"You make me happy, too," you confessed. "I've never been happier before I met you, Wanda."

After a moment, she pulled away as you both looked into each other's eyes, yours sometimes drifting towards her lips. "And I don't think I can manage another day without knowing what your mouth feels like against mine."

Wanda's eyes smiled at you as she softly laughed.

"Why don't you find out?"

And you almost just did as you began to cup her face and leaned forward.

"I don't know... maybe if she'd agree to go out with me on a date tomorrow, I would," you quipped, making her chuckle.

Wanda sniffled as she licked her lips, leaning towards you as well. Her arms were now wrapped around your neck as yours around her waist. "Maybe I can fit her into my schedule."

Both of your noses were now merely touching, feeling each other's breath on your faces, her fingers caressing the baby hair at the back of your neck.

Nobody knew who closed the gap between the two of you, but you knew you didn't want to stop kissing her.

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𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆.

❥ pairings: harry potter x gryffindor!fem!reader, harry potter x some random gryffindor girl

❥ summary: you're in love with harry even though he has a girlfriend. what you don't know is that he's in love with you too.

❥ warnings: no voldemort modern au, reader is kinda mean ngl but whateverr, harry's girlfriend cheating on him

❥ word count: 1,8k

❥ a/n: based off you belong with me by tay.

requested by @jamiebubs hope u like it, thank u for the request

"come on, you know that's not what i meant!" harry said deffensively.

you rolled your eyes at the scene. harry potter, a close friend of yours, was on the phone with his girlfriend who was upset, she kept going on about something that the boy said.

you understood it. harry was sometimes very sarcastic and, unfortunately, his lips sometimes also moved faster than his mind could think. you didn't mind it most of the time, though. you found it quite hilarious but his girlfriend didn't. she didn't get his humour like you did.

with a sigh and not in mood to listen to their argument anymore, you got more comfortable on the gryffindor common room sofa, put your earphones in and listened to that kind of music harry's girlfriend would laugh at. you could hear harry's loud voice through the music and you could only think, if we were together, he wouldn't have to shout at me.

you belong with me you belong with me you belong with

the next morning when you got into the great hall for breakfast, you almost felt like throwing up as you spotted harry with his girlfriend on his lap, eating each other's faces off. hermione and ron, who were sitting right opposite to them, didn't seem to mind. they were already used to it and just chose to ignore it.

with a fake smile on your lips, you sat down next to the ginger boy.

"good morning, ron, hermione," you greeted, ignoring the fact that your crush and his girlfriend were seconds away from ripping their clothes off. "so the lovebirds made up, huh?" you whispered to ron.

"as you can see," the boy murmured. he nor hermione liked the girl very much but they couldn't really say anything about it. if harry was happy, they didn't want to ruin it. "ready for the match?"

you nodded, glad the topic of the conversation changed. "i was born ready. what about you?"

"can't wait to wipe the smirks off slytherin's faces when harry catches the snitch."

you eyed the couple sitting opposite to you. "will he be able to focus with miss short skirt cheering for him?"

ron snorted beside you as hermione stretched her arm and slapped the back of your head.

you belong with me you belong with me you belong with

"the match starts . . . now!" madam hooch yelled out and everyone flew from the ground into the air. your task, as a chaser, was to score goals by throwing or kicking the quaffle into the hoops.

the weather was great that day so both the gryffindor and slytherin cheerleader teams could dance and cheer for their house. harry's girlfriend's voice was unmistakable as you could hearr she was cheering only for him. from the corner of your eye, you saw harry blowing her a kiss instead of focusing on doing what he was supposed to.

"potter," you yelled him, loud enough so he was able to hear you through all the cheering from the field. "focus on finding the snitch instead of flirting with your girlfriend, you twat!"

he nodded and started flying around, getting lost from your sight.

soon, the scores were 70 points for gryffindor and 40 for slytherin and you could only hope harry was going to catch the small golden ball soon. you hated to admit it but slytherin's seeker was the best the house's quidditch team had for years and there was a great chance gryffindor could lose this match.

but sooner than you expected, the roars of victory coming mostly from the gryffindors filled the air. you looked around and saw harry, a snitch in his hand with a bright smile on his lips. he looked so handsome you couldn't help but to admire him instead of thanking godric for your house's victory.

everyone flew to the ground and you immediately ran to harry as soon as you could.

"good job," you said, throwing your arms around him.

he embraced you right back. "you did a great job, too. the best chaser in the world you are."

you pulled away from him and smiled, your eyes briefly glancing down at his lips, wanting nothing more but just to kiss him.

before you could say anyting else, you were pushed out of the way by her, making you almost trip and fall on the ground.

you stepped back and watched as she got to smash her lips against his, her fingers tangled in his hair with his hands gripping her waist and ass.

with a huff, you turned around and took your things before making your way to the locker rooms.

you belong with me you belong with me you belong with

just a a day later, harry and his girlfriend were fighting again. you were just walking from your dorm to dinner when you spotted ron, hermione, ginny, dean and seamus sitting on the stairs

you chuckled. "what are you all doi-"

ginny made a "shh!" sound with her pointing finger on her mouth.

you sat down next to seamus and asked in a whisper, "what's going on?"

"it seems like miss little skirt snogged some hufflepuff guy on the party yesterday," said hermione, for the first time using the nickname you gave the girl.

your eyebrows furrowed. how could someone who got so lucky to date harry cheat on him?

"harry, darling, i'm sorry, i regret it so much. i was just so drunk and-"

"well, if you can't control yourself why you're drunk then maybe you shouldn't have drunk anything! that's how easy it is," you heard harry say. "i'm not in a mood to talk to you right now. goodbye."

"wait! we should talk this out," she almost begged.

"or we can skip that and say that we're done," harry suggested.

"thank godric," you said quietly and everyone nodded, agreeing.

"i just need one chance, harry! it was a moment of weakness."

"why should i give you a chance? so you could snog that guy again?" harry shouted. "i don't want to talk to you right now. actually, never. have a nice fucking life, (name)."

you all could hear the portrait opening and closing again.

"well," ron paused. "that was rough."

then, the silence was interrupted by loud sobbing noises, definitely coming from harry's now ex girlfriend.

you scoffed. "and why is she crying?"

you belong with me you belong with me you belong with

the next day, it was hogsmeade trip and you and harry went together as you hadn't got any date and harry, well. . . he hadn't got a girlfriend anymore.

the way to hogsmeade was uncomfortably quiet. any time you would say something, the boy would just hum, nod or shake his head in response, making you sigh as you decided it would be best not to say anything anymore.

and so, you two walked around the village in silence. harry seemed to be too lost in his thoughts to hear you talking to him.

"harry," you repeeated for what felt like a milionth time and shook his shoulder.

"oh, i'm sorry. what were you saying?"

"i asked if you want to go to honeydukes, buy as many sweets as we can and then eat until we feel like vomiting."

he shrugged. "yeah, sure. sounds great." usually, harry would be more enthusiastic at that idea as you did that every hogsmeade trip. it was your little tradition.

just a half an hour later, you two were sitting on a bench, eating the sweets.

"how are you, anyway?" you asked him and immediately cursed yourself in your head. what a stupid question. his girlfriend cheated on him you doubt anyone would be okay a day after finding out about it.

"i'm fine," he mumbled.

your shoulder collided with his. "come on, harry, i know you better than that."

he smiled. like geniunely smiled. he had that kind of smile that could light up that whole village.

"it's fine, you know? better to know what kind of person she is now than when it'd be too late."

you raised an eyebrow. did it mean that he already planned future with her?"

you belong with me you belong with me you belong with

after his break up with his girlfriend, you got to spend time with harry after months. not that you didn't when he and her were still together but his schedule was quite busy when he wasn't single as she was quite glued to his side for the entire day.

sometimes, harry would sneak into your dorm and wake you up. then, you two would sneak up in the middle of the night to the astronomy tower with snacks you stole from the kitchens and talk about everything. about your favourite songs, dreams. you would make each other laugh so much your bellies would hurt.

as the school year was slowly coming to its end, the prom was just around the corner and you hadn't had a day yet, part of you hoped harry would ask you but as the time passed, you were slowly losing hope. you two spend together so much time you didn't understand how come he hadn't asked you yet.

maybe is should ask him myself, you wondered in transfiguration class, not really listening to whatever professor mcgonagall was saying as hermione beside you was taking notes.

you looked to your right where harry was sitting with ron. you focused on the dark-haired boy and noticed he was moving his leg up and down as if he was nervous about something. he, just like you, probably didn't focus on the lesson nor taking notes.

you tore a piece of parchment and wrote are you okay? before passing it to harry.

not even fifteen seconds later, you had an answer.

yeah, just nervous.

you furrowed your eyebrows and scribbled, about what?

want to ask you something.

go ahead.

harry took his time passing the piece of parchement to you. he took a deep breath and about thousand times almost passed you the note before bringing it to himself again.

but then, the question was finally at your table.

want to go to the prom with me?

[stxrvel]

the outbreak pt. 2

summary: you've kinda been into therapy and turns out it worked?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +4k

warnings: nothing really, i think. this is actually kinda fluffly. i was in a good mood.

note: i didn't planned on publishing the second part so soon, but i had a lot of free time and a mind running wild. still didn't liked that much how this chapter turned out tho. hoping i could make another part to see what happened to my girl wanda! see you guys in the next fic, love yall. the feedback is always appreciated! thank u for reading.

(if a part 3 never appears, just know this is an open ending)

part 1, extra: 1.5

“So, how've you been doing these past few weeks?”

“You don't have to make small talk to me, Natasha. I enjoy the silence.”

“I ask genuinely. I barely even see you in the halls of the Complex. We only really talk on missions and we've had three since that happened.”

“Don't worry about me.”

“I just want to know how you're doing.”

You turned your head to look at the woman sitting next to you. The uncomfortable leather chair you two were in did nothing to appease the constant headache you'd been having these past few days. Natasha watched you with an arched eyebrow and her hands in her lap. You knew she was right, everyone was always right when it came to you. Apparently Bucky was right when he said everyone knew but you, and that spectrum extended to everyone always seemed to know how you were doing if only by the movement of your eyelids.

That's why you had begun to avoid people.

You spent more time in your room and in the Complex gym, doing research assignments for Fury that involved leaving the building, the three missions with Natasha (fully mandatory and against your will) and sometimes in the lab with Bruce when he needed someone to hold his canisters full of chemical liquids.

Fury and Bruce were the only people you tolerated lately. No funny looks, no awkward questions, no innuendo; just what they needed and goodbye.

But, that time, you did have to go out with Natasha. You weren't given the option to come on your own and it was understandable. A little bit. Even though you were trying to make amends for what you had done, not only on the mission a few months ago but also for what you had done to yourself for years, you didn't know that recovery meant you had to have a watcher on you at all times.

And what's worse, that watchman came with a bird.

“I'm fine, Nat,” you replied to her liking finally.

A short laugh from across the room caught your attention.

“Tell that to the tantrum you threw Fury so we wouldn't come with you.”

You gave Clint Barton a hard look, almost lying on the other longer couch as if he were admiring the earth from a cloud. He had one arm over his eyes which he had raised slightly to give you a mocking look, and one leg bent so that his foot was on the couch.

“I didn't throw a tantrum.”

“Fury, please, I know how to take care of myself. I don't need two bodyguards behind me all day. I'm fully capable of getting there and back on my own.”

Clint's poor imitation of your voice caused you an undercurrent of irritation, but you easily made the decision not to let it come out against him. It turns out that sometimes you could just shut up instead of exploding against others, crazy, right?

“First, I don't talk like that.”

“That's right. Lousy imitation, Clint,” Natasha had your back.

“Second, I only asked him once to let me come alone. I didn't beg him like a fool.”

“Sam told me otherwise,” Clint countered and you frowned. You felt the smile on his mouth.

“Sam's an idiot.”

“Sam's on Bucky's side,” Natasha mused.

And then, an awkward silence.

That was something you hated and still couldn't get used to. When people would say Bucky's name around you, the atmosphere would get strangely tense and suddenly everyone would go silent. It felt strange at first, but when Wanda did it you understood what was going on.

“Stop doing that,” you grumbled with a grimace. “I'm not fucking marble. I'm not going to crack from hearing his name.”

“We didn't say anything,” Natasha spoke again, her innocent little dove expression getting on your nerves.

Count to ten, Y/N, don't forget…

“You guys always go silent after you say his name like he's going to spontaneously explode. We're adults, you know? There are things to get over.”

“Wow,” you heard Clint mutter.

“Shut up, bird.”

Clint made a negative, game-like sound when you gave an incorrect answer.

“Three points off. Natasha and Clint are in the lead,” the man snorted as he rose from his position on the couch. You couldn't do more than give him another look, waiting for him to evaporate into thin air.

Natasha stirred next to you looking around at her surroundings, the dark colors of the room almost absorbing all the natural light coming through the few windows that were in the building.

“You haven't talked to him yet?”

“No.”

“Do you plan to?”

“I don't know. Maybe not.”

“Why?” Clint inquired, suddenly more interested in the subject.

“Because I don't feel like I give a s-”

Clint made the sound again.

“Two points off.”

“Clint,” Natasha reproached him with her tone of voice and the aforementioned only flashed her a smile. “It's been several weeks since you were last together. And you've had a lot of improvement-”

“That's debatable.”

“… don't you feel ready to talk to him?” Natasha questioned, completely ignoring Clint's intrusion into the conversation, again.

“I really don't know,” you admitted. “She told me I'm on the right track too, but just the thought of seeing him again after all those things he said… that I said…”

You sighed. Your gaze focused on the dark floor, a bluish-green hidden behind a black carpet with red, the most horrible carpet you had ever seen in your life.

“It scares me. I don't think I can do it.”

The woman let out an affirmative sound from her throat and the room became silent once again.

You almost let your mind begin to wander into memories, conjuring up the times when you felt like you were on top of the world when you were really about to hit rock bottom. But you quickly focused on where you were and what you were going to do there.

You were going to pick up Wanda. You had wanted to do it alone because it had been several weeks since you had last seen her. The last thing you told her was that you were going on another mission with Bucky and that you hoped it wouldn't end as badly as the argument you had that half the building heard. After that, she left.

She had made the decision to come and talk to Stephen Strange and had told you a few days before you left on what would be your last (official) field mission. She left the Complex the day after you left and all you had heard from her since then was that she was fine, that Strange hadn't locked her in a dungeon and that she was learning many things about her magic, especially how to control it to have power in things like her dreams. You still didn't know what those lucid dreams she had been having for a while had been due to, but judging from the letter you had received yesterday where she asked you to go to the Sanctum Sanctorum, it looked like she had gotten some kind of response.

When you told Fury what you were going to do, he didn't hesitate for a second to say that he would ask the Wonder Duo to accompany you. Clearly you balked, not as many times as Sam and Clint implied, but you didn't expose any more complaints to the Director's authoritative voice.

So, there you three were. Waiting for the wizards to appear from somewhere as you waited in one of the most horribly decorated rooms you'd ever seen.

“Sorry for the delay.”

The new male voice that echoed in the room startled you. You cringed and turned your head every which way until you came upon Strange's figure standing at the entrance to the room, not far from where you three were standing. Natasha and Clint remained unperturbed and you suppressed your desire to complain about the intrusion. You were the only one who hadn't heard him coming, apparently.

“Y/N!” you heard Wanda's voice.

You shot up from the uncomfortable couch the moment you saw her emerge from behind Strange's body. Quickly, you met halfway and melted into a big hug. You shifted from side to side trying to keep your strength and tears held back because of how much you had missed her.

“You look great!” was what she said to you the moment you parted.

“Don't lie to her, Wanda,” Clint exclaimed, and shortly you heard Natasha hiss in his direction.

“I've had better days.”

“I can't believe the day is here already! You have to tell me everything. What happened on the mission? What happened with Bucky?”

Again, the unpleasant silence.

“Why are you two making those faces?”

Wanda was watching the Wonder Duo right behind you and you couldn't help but let out a big exhale.

You turned to look at the only person who really gave a damn about your life.

“Thanks for everything, Strange.”

The man nodded in your direction. “It was my pleasure. Hopefully everything will be better from now on.”

Wanda waved goodbye to him as you turned around and pointed the other two people in the room toward the exit.

The other goodbyes were short and you were soon finding yourselves exiting through one of the portals opened by Strange, where you met the entrance to the Complex head on.

“Ah, magic. It makes life so much simpler,” Clint commented before starting to walk in the direction of the common room.

Natasha had the decency to bid you farewell and followed the bird's path at a tight pace.

“I thought they were going to join us,” Wanda mused, watching their figures walk away.

“No, they were just my nannies.”

“Nannies?” you saw her frown.

You watched the grimace on her face and almost have the urge to ask Sam to come give her a rundown of what had happened in the last few weeks since that last mission, but you mentally pulled back and offered a small smile to the confused woman in front of you.

“We have a lot to talk about.”

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“Have you eaten today?”

The haze that clouded your mind slowly disappeared, your head barely registering the movements your body made to stay conscious. The soles of your shoes were too hard for your liking and you'd had to go sit down while you waited for Wanda to return. You didn't know how long it had been since that, but it seemed to be long enough for Steve Rogers to approach the cafeteria table where you were sitting with a tray containing the day's food.

“You look like you could use some of this.”

The blond gently pushed the tray until it was on your side of the table, and the smell of beef stew didn't take long to reach your lungs. It smelled good, to be honest. You looked down at the food and moved your hands to grab the silverware.

“Thank you.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I'm just waiting for Wanda. She went to talk to Fury.”

“I saw her coming in. She said she had a lot of things to tell.”

“She told me exactly the same thing.”

“And did you get to talk about anything before she left?”

You glanced at the fork in your left hand before looking up and meeting Steve's unconcerned face. You had learned very quickly that it wasn't too hard to get to know the captain in your position as opposed to how unreachable he looked to the rest of the population. He was a rough and tough man, but he would do things like bring lunch to a female shipmate who had a blank stare and sit down and try to chat with her.

He was good. Steve was good.

But he wasn't sneaky.

“If you want to know the verdict, talk to Strange. He's a close friend of Tony's.”

The man only sighed, his shoulders slumping in time with his breathing as if he'd been in alert mode all day.

“I didn't mean to sound so…. opportunistic.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You didn't sound opportunistic, Steve, you're just bad at trying to hide your curiosity,” you expressed with a small smile, but the man didn't look convinced by your words. “She's fine. She looks fine. She sounds fine. Whatever they had done, talked about or practiced, it surely paid off. I don't think you have anything to worry about.”

“She looked really scared before she left. You didn't see her. She asked me several times to communicate with you because she didn't know if it was a good idea to do that anymore.”

“She asked you that?”

“Yes. But the mission was very delicate, we couldn't risk it.”

You nodded in your direction, your gaze wandering back over the food.

“I just want her to be okay,” Steve mumbled and you almost missed the way his face contracted. His blue eyes found yours. “She's been through too much throughout her life and now this. It's like a joke of the universe.”

“She'll be fine. She has us. If she needs strength, she'll have plenty.”

Steve smiled, and then you took your first bite of beef stew.

You grimaced.

The blond frowned.

“Was the smell better than the taste, again?”

You nodded with your mouth full. Your hands went to the glass of water in the corner of the tray and you didn't hesitate to down the meat with all the liquid in it. You were almost never lucky enough to taste good lunches in that cafeteria.

“FRIDAY,” you heard Steve say.

“Yes, Captain.”

“Can you order a 12-inch tuna Subway on whole wheat bread with all the vegetables except the bell peppers and olives, please.”

“Right away, Captain.”

“That wasn't necessary,” you turned to the man as his gaze focused on yours.

“You can't go without eating.”

“I would have been able to place the order.”

“Mmm, really?”

“Of course! Do you think I waste the opportunity to spend Tony's money every chance I get? Even, I would have ordered more.”

“Oh, seriously?” Steve had a mischievous grin on his face and you furrowed your brow at his strange expression. “FRIDAY, make it three.”

You half-opened your lips.

“Sure thing, Captain.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

“What's with the attitude? It's Tony's money, isn't it?”

You hadn't heard that kind of boldness from Steve very often, and when it happened it was a complete event to witness. The man was a stickler, everyone knew him that way. He didn't understand the word rest and most of his free moments were only used to keep reconsidering attack strategies. Steve wasn't one to let loose and go with the flow very often, but when he did it was something to be enjoyed.

“You know he doesn't mind, right?”

And the moment was over.

“No? I thought he still hated me from lying to him about the book.”

“Uhm…” Steve fumbled over his words and you were amused at the way his features scrunched up. “He doesn't hate you. He was just angry. Besides, it's been a long time, he probably doesn't even remember that.”

“I think he's going to remember that until he dies.”

“Steve.”

You froze in place.

Abort mission. Abort mission. 911. Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Steve looked over your shoulder and then back up at you, your eyes on the embroidery of his brown jacket. You tried to keep your expression composed and sent him a smile of assurance that even you couldn't believe. But you couldn't do anything else. You couldn't break down at that moment. Besides, he would most likely ask the blonde to come with him and Steve would go. You wouldn't really have to deal with anything.

“He's really coming,” you heard Steve mutter in your direction.

Your face scrunched up in confusion, and you watched his expression of poorly disguised panic. You had told Steve only once, days ago, that you weren't ready to talk to Bucky at all. And, apparently, he had made it his problem too.

“Are you busy?”

You heard Bucky so close that a shiver ran through your body. It had been weeks since you'd last heard his voice. On that mission.

“No, I was just talking to-”

“Captain.”

But what was this, the all-call-Steve-at-once festival?

You sank back in your seat when you recognized the Director's voice. If he was there, it meant Wanda must be coming with him, and judging by the contractions in Steve's face, going from confused to incredulous to dumbfounded to flushed, your friend was most likely waving him out of there.

“A word, please,” Fury spoke again, and Steve barely let a second pass before he sprung out of his chair like a spring. He gave you a look and you could almost see the apology written in his eyes.

“Buck, I'm sorry- I mean, wait here for me.”

“What?”

“I won't be late, I promise.”

“I can wait for you in the living room…”

“No,” Steve contradicted him sharply. You caught a glimpse of his stiff expression out of the corner of your eye. “Wait for me here, can you?”

You didn't hear an answer, but you guessed it was positive when you saw Steve's face a little more relaxed. He looked back at you and barely gave you a nod before he started walking toward the exit. You turned in your seat to see him, and barely caught a glimpse of Wanda's triumphant face before she hid behind the back of a naive Fury as she saw your gaze on hers.

That woman really had no idea…

The chair Steve was occupying shifted and Bucky appeared in your field of vision. He was looking anywhere in the cafeteria before he was looking at you. And well, that was good, it gave you time to analyze what you had missed in those weeks without any communication.

He clearly looked calmer. Even though you two were forcibly put in an uncomfortable situation, he didn't seem to mind too much. He looked a little tense, you could barely make out a twitch in his jaw, but other than that he was pretty relaxed.

You didn't know how to interpret that.

The last time you had thought about seeing Bucky again (which was that very morning when Natasha brought it up) you thought that one of you would run away without even a second's notice. It seemed that the only one too scared about that reunion was you. Surely Bucky hadn't thought about it for a single moment since the last time you were face to face.

And his hair. He had cut his hair much shorter than last time. Its ends were directed to the ceiling and you could no longer mess it up if you ran your hands through it. It would rearrange itself in seconds. His eyes were still the same, clear and bright as the clear sky, his expression just as stoic and unperturbed, his body leaning slightly to one side with his hands clasped in his lap. Almost everything about him remained the same except for his hair.

And except he couldn't look you in the eye.

You looked down where the tray with the stew was still intact. You didn't have anything else to distract you with so you grabbed a vegetable and popped it in your mouth.

Turning your head away, you missed Bucky's gaze on your face analyzing the grimace of disgust you were trying to hide.

You swallowed hard and grabbed the water bottle so that it almost slipped through your hands. It was empty.

You almost threw up on yourself.

“Are you okay?”

You met his gaze and froze. His wary eyes were on your face.

“Yeah.”

“Doesn't look like that food is good.”

“Because it isn't.”

You shook your head and pushed the tray away from your personal space once and for all.

“Why don't you order something else?”

“Steve already ordered me something.”

“Oh.”

And silence.

You usually enjoyed the quiet moments, when no sound flooded the surroundings other than your own breathing and the ramblings in your head. You could really enjoy your solitude and the quiet it brought with it. But this silence didn't come with solitude, it came with tension, strain, uncertainty.

You didn't know if you felt you should say something or if you felt you should run away. If you stayed you didn't know what to say to him and if you left you didn't know under what excuse.

Bucky's light eyes met yours again after wandering his gaze for a while around the room.

“Wanda's back,” was what he said.

You nodded.

“We came with her this morning.”

“Yes, Steve told me.”

“We don't have to do this, you know.”

His neutral expression turned chaotic for a moment. Then he went back to being unflappable as if nothing.

“We don't have to do what?”

“This. Talk like it's nothing. It's awkward.”

“Ah. You find it awkward?”

You furrowed your brow at his genuine curiosity. For a moment you thought he was being sarcastic, but his eyes detailed your expression intently, waiting for an answer.

“Don't you?”

“Why should I?”

“Can you stop answering with questions, please.”

Bucky averted his gaze. He repeatedly ran his hands over his jeans.

“I'm sorry. If it makes you uncomfortable I'll keep quiet.”

“Still, you don't answer my question.”

“It's not awkward for me,” he finally said, his slightly tilted head pointed in your direction. “It's just normal small talk. Between two people.”

You hummed a nod and your head moved in sync.

“It's easier for you to pretend nothing happened.”

Bucky shook his head, attentive. He narrowed his eyes and it didn't go unnoticed the way you tensed your shoulders as the words left your mouth.

“I never said that.”

“It's just what I can glimpse.”

“What you think you see is not true. I'm not trying to feign insanity.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot you're an expert at knowing what I think,” the words left you before you could process them and give them the proper filter, and you were sure Bucky had noticed the way your composure wavered for barely a second. If he had, he chose to ignore it.

You saw him twist his lips and lower his gaze, as if he suddenly felt distressed even though he wasn't the one who should be worried about something like that.

“You're angry.”

“And why would I be, according to you?”

“Maybe you were expecting a different reaction from me. You don't like what I'm giving you.”

You let out a laugh. “I never thought arrogant was your type.”

Bucky took in your gesture and mimicked it. Seeing a smile on his face after so long brought back images you thought you had sent far out into the ocean of your mind. Maybe you didn't feel your heart racing as it had so many times before, but you definitely felt something different from the fear and dismay that normally accompanied his memory. Even though you didn't want to accept it, you couldn't help but stretch a little towards that new sensation.

“I was joking. I have no idea why you're mad.”

The small smile on your face disappeared, and you allowed your head to wander down the paths of self-healing and self-improvement. Perhaps it was situations like these that your therapist always referred to. Stealthy confrontations that you usually used to avoid like rain, were the perfect moments to divulge a kind of self-reflection and improvement. To, perhaps, make known the emotions and thoughts you used to suppress and keep to yourself, the reason you had ended up that way to begin with. That was supposed to be what people normally did, to talk about their feelings…

So you just let it out.

“I'm not angry. I think I feel… embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed about what?” Bucky cocked his head to one side, his eyes scrutinizing your face as if trying to figure out if you were being serious or not.

“For confronting you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, Bucky. Here's to having you face me and confirming once again that you were right,” you rolled your eyes and took the moment to look anywhere in the cafeteria but into the blue eyes that wouldn't leave yours. “You were always right, I guess. No one else stood up to me like you did and I still lied to you looking you in the eye, wouldn't you feel the same way?”

The movement he made as he shrugged his shoulders drew your gaze, and met you with such a frightening familiarity that you felt old memories and feelings creeping up from the back of your mind to return to the surface. His calm gaze and tension-free body was what you had always been used to, and at that moment it was what you were seeing.

You didn't know how much you missed him until you saw it again.

“It's possible, yes.”

“The point is, knowing that doesn't make it any less complicated. In fact, it's a little harder to cope with. Being aware of the embarrassment… makes you more embarrassed.”

Bucky let out a short laugh. Your gaze didn't leave the way his corners turned up and then how his shoulders moved and his chest contracted in sync with that laugh. You hadn't noticed until that moment the change in the atmosphere around the two of you, much lighter and cozier, not at all hostile and toxic compared to the last few times you were together after the argument.

Mmm, maybe you were liking all that stuff about therapy. To be honest, up until that point you had discerned very few results, although some were quite important. Like, for example, you were able to keep your mind clear of self-destructive thoughts for longer, or that you could look at your past actions and reflect on them, determining clearly what things you were doing wrong and why it was wrong to do them. And there were many, many of them. Not just with the people around you, but more so with yourself.

However, in that moment, having Bucky in front of you and having been able to not only carry on a conversation for more than a minute with him, but also having been able to admit to him how you had felt and show true regret for what happened, you were able to understand that the change was much bigger than you had initially sized it up to be.

“It's serious. It complicates the process for me. That's why I didn't want to see you.”

He nodded without wiping the smile off his face. You could sense the understanding emanating through his gaze and, by the way he straightened his body, you knew he was going to give voice to the thoughts going through his head. Bucky usually kept his opinion of people to himself, he wasn't one to go around highlighting qualities in others unless he was asked or it was necessary for him to say so. Because of this, you could learn to tell when he was going to keep quiet about it and when he was willing to let it all out.

“Still, if it makes you feel any better, I can see you've come too far. Six months ago you wouldn't have said that to my face. I probably would have heard it from Sam who heard it from Clint when he eavesdropped on some conversation of yours with Wanda.”

You were really glad about what he just said, but…. what the fuck?

“Clint eavesdrops on our conversations?”

Bucky went blank. His features froze and the tension emanating from his body enveloped you both.

“Well… I only heard it once. Clint had said he'd upgraded the device for his hearing and was hearing three times as many things as he should. Among those things, he could hear you talking to Wanda in the next room.”

“I don't believe it.”

“There's nothing to tell you for sure that he did it again.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“Mmm, two years, I think.”

“Did he ever say anything to you?”

Bucky didn't answer for a few seconds, his gaze seemed lost in yours, with a solidity and strength too forceful for your tolerance. You suspected the answer was positive, but received the opposite.

“He only told me what had happened. He never told me if he understood anything he heard.”

“Uhm, you're good at getting out of tight spots.”

He gave you another one of those smiles that felt like home.

“I've had years to practice.”

The silence that followed his words was much more welcoming than before. You seemed to be able to move around the masses of air so freely that all the tension in your body could disappear in a gentle breeze.

“I'm sorry this was uncomfortable for you, but it was good to see you. And hearing you.”

“It wasn't that uncomfortable.”

“You're squeezing your legs under the table.”

You looked down, surprised, though you shouldn't be. Bucky had always been good at reading your body language. It was almost like it was his way of communicating. And yes, you were.

“You rocked from side to side. Your hands never stopped clenching in your lap. You were uncomfortable.”

“Still, I don't regret what I said.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

You had a duel of glances and you longed for that comfort you had been missing for so long. During those almost seven months of barely seeing him and not speaking to him, you had learned to appreciate the little moments in life. And you were surprised to think that before you thought you were living your life as you were doing at that moment, the present, but you were not. You learned the cruel difference between existing and living, and it wasn't hard for you to deduce why you had had such complicated moments in your life some time before.

You had never lived anything. You went through your life as a tourist and many times you weren't even in the picture. You tried so hard and constantly to convince yourself otherwise every day that it ended up tiring you out emotionally, and in the process taking everything out on the one person who tried to reach out to help you.

“Buck!” Steve's exclamation echoed throughout the cafeteria, just on time.

You turned to see him in the doorway, his raised hand gesturing for the man in front of you to follow him. Bucky stood up, but didn't leave before turning a glance at you with a warm smile worthy of summer.

“I hope to keep hearing from you more often.”

“We'll see if you're worth it.”

[wasawattpadkid]

I can’t get over the way you write it’s delicious. I was wondering if you could write a Stu x reader where Stu catches the reader in the act of doing things with themselves, and it just kinda escalates from there?

Thank you so much for the request! I got way too carried away with this one 🫣

I Can Help

Summary: A little joke is all it takes to hurt someone's feelings. You think you're broken but Stu thinks he can help fix you.

Pairing: Stu Macher x Fem!reader

Warnings: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ fingering (fem!receiving), foul language, thigh riding, loss of virginity, p in v, cum, slight begging

"It's was so bad. I literally went to the bathroom to finish while he smoked a cigarette." Tatum popped a grape in her mouth. "You would think college boys would be better." Billy said looking up at the sky. You shifted uncomfortably, the conversation was a touchy one. "What about you Y/n? Any man ever leave you high and dry?" Tatum asked as the group stared at you. You didn't feel as cool as your friends. Tatum stayed getting drunk or laid having many fun stories to tell. Sydney and Billy were a comfortable couple not sharing too much of their love life. Stu got around more than anyone. The stories he told would make a sailor feel ashamed.

"No thankfully. I've never done that so I don't have much to compare." Tatum seemed shocked at the admission. "You've never had sex?" She asked completely missing your point. You trusted you friends with the dark secret you've had for awhile. "No but I've never done the other thing either." It was embarrassing how ashamed you were to even say the words. "You've never what? Had an orgasm?" Stu and Billy started giggling making you feel worse about yourself. "Shut up doofus." Tatum shoved Stu lightly. "I'm sorry It's just funny. Have you asked a doctor what's wrong with you?" Stu laughed making you get up. "Oh come on sweet pea it was just a joke." You walked away hearing Sydney and Tatum fussed at the teenager.

You've read books, watched videos, you've done everything you could think to do. At some point you started to believe you were broken. Tatum went on and on about how good sex was but you couldn't even please yourself. The amount of times you've tried and somehow got bored of it was humiliating. Now for your friends to know and openly laugh at you it made you want to disappear. You wanted to cry in shame.

The car you called your own was just a few steps away. You decided to ditch school not being able to see your friends anymore today, especially Stu. He was your best friend. For him to humiliate you in front of everyone really just felt like a knife to the gut. You turned on the car driving towards your house. With everything you've tried there was little you knew to do. Maybe you'd have to buy a toy? A machine to help you do what you couldn't do yourself.

You pulled into the driveway seeing your parents were still at work. Atleast you wouldn't have to have an argument when you walked through the door. You threw your bag down heading straight for your room. Crying was always an option but you decided to try to get yourself off one more time. It couldn't be that hard women do it all the time. You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down from the day you've had. Grabbing the lighter off your nightstand you lit a couple candles. Maybe mood lighting would help.

The curtains were drawn as you laid on top of the bed. It was a dramatic set but it was a last resort. Taking another deep breath you closed your eyes. Slowly you exhaled letting your hands slide over your clothes. The button on your jeans popped before you carefully slid them off your legs. You pretended your hands were not your own as they crept up your thighs. A simple porn like scenario played in your head as you mimicked what you had seen before. Your hand grazed your underwear in an attempt to tease yourself.

Your breathing was steady while you pulled down your underwear tossing them to the side. The act it's self was intimidating. You felt as if your future as a woman depended on your ability to perform for yourself. Shaking your head a little you found your way back to the tacky video in your head. The women you saw on film always immediately started moaning. You've tried it before. Soft little moans actually helped turn you on more than any screaming ever did. Your fingers traced your lips trying to figure out what place to go next.

Slick slowly started to flood your folds telling you that whatever you were doing was working. Wetting two fingers you slowly trailed them up towards your clit. A small jolt of energy passed through you as you circled the bundle of nerves. You focused on that spot knowing penetration only ever felt uncomfortable. A half hearted moan fell from your lips as verbal encouragement.

As you tried to work your hands around yourself Stu walked right through the front door of your home. The locks were the only thing that ever stopped him and lucky for him you completely forgot to flip that little switch. He wasn't sure what to say to you. Tatum and Sydney practically yelled at him for making a simple joke. Even Billy told him he took it too far. Now he had a freshly picked flower in his hand with no idea of what to say.

He mumbled little apologies as he twirled the flower in his hand. With a push he opened your bedroom door. "I was a dick at lunch today so I'm sorry- oh my god!" You screamed at the man as you threw your covers on top of your lower half. "I didn't see anything! Actually I saw a lot but I'm fine with pretending I didn't see anything." Stu babbled on outside the now closed door with his eyes shut. At first he took your silence as a loss of words for what just happened. It wasn't until he heard the quiet sound of your crying that he really felt awful. This was the second time to today he made you upset. "Good going Stu." He whispered to himself in pity.

"Are you covered?" He asked holding the handle of the door. Only opening it if you give him the word. You tried to sniffle away the sadness but it hardly worked. "Yes." Was all you could muster. "I'm opening the door now." He said as a warning just in case. You almost smiled. "It's half way open you still have time to cover anything that's out." He narrated making you actually cough out a laugh. "I'm good you can come in." Stu breathed a sigh of relief seeing the comforter cover everything below your waist. He knew by your tears that this had to be more embarrassing for you than it was for him.

Stu sat down on the edge of the bed. "I got this for you. I came over to apologize but I'm guessing I should've waited a little longer." He handed you the flower which you appreciated but watching you cry again made Stu think he did something else wrong. "I really am sorry. Are you allergic to those? I picked it up off the side of some person's house I didn't know." You shook your head willing yourself to get a grip as you sat the flower on the nightstand. "No, that's not why I'm upset. It wouldn't have mattered if you waited any longer. It wouldn't have done me any good."

Your hands held your face keeping your eyes away from your friend. "What do you mean?" Stu didn't really understand why you were upset. You looked up at the confused boy ready to vent all your problems to him. "I mean I don't work like I'm supposed to Stu. Guys have it easy. Your dick comes with basic instructions. It seems I can't do the one thing every other girl can." His lips formed an 'o' realizing what this was all about. "You're upset you've never had an orgasm?" Stu said it like it wasn't incredibly embarrassing.

Heat rose to your face forcing you to look away. Stu grabbed one of your hands not really knowing how to comfort you. "Hey I'm sure other women have trouble too. Most of the time it's the guys fault though." He shrugged. That was the problem. This was supposed to be a guy issue. You were supposed to be able to get yourself off when a guy falls short. You were just as bad as they were. "What all have you tried doing?" He asked with a casual tone. You wanted to fling yourself out of a window. "I'm not talking about this with you." You laid back turning your eyes towards the ceiling.

"I can help. We can figure this out." It wasn't sexual he was just helping out a friend. "How? you're a guy." His hands went to his face in shock. "Oh my god! I'm a guy? This can't be happening!" His little stunt made you laugh which in turn put a smile on his face. "I know that I'm a guy but I'm sure we can talk our way through this. Process of elimination or something." It wasn't a terrible idea but it wasn't the best one either.

"Okay." You sighed scared of the uncomfortable conversation you were about to have with your childhood best friend. "Alright. What all have you tried to do?" Now that you were actually listening to the question it didn't make any sense. "Everything? I did what they do in the movies nothing works." The tight lipped expression on his face made you think you did something wrong. "What? That's what porn is for." You defended thinking he was going to make fun of you for doing something all men do.

"No, porn is for entertainment not learning. If you want to see a dumb blonde with big tits bounce around for 30 minutes then you watch porn. If you want to learn how to treat a woman, you read." You laughed making his smile falter. "You, Stu Macher read books about pleasing women?" It wasn't something he flaunted around but the women he slept with sure appreciated it. "Yeah so? Maybe I could give you some recommendations." You started to realize that Stu really just wanted to help. He hated seeing you hate yourself over something you couldn't control.

"I've done that Stu. I've read and I've watched. It doesn't do anything good." You were giving up but he wasn't about to allow it. "When do your parents get home from work?" He asked, his eyes more serious this time around. "Um around four o'clock why?" It was unethical. Stu knew that but what's the harm in helping a friend in need? "You said I could help you right?" He double checked making sure nothing changed. "Yeah and so far you haven't been much of a help." Stu stood up from the side of the bed going to shut and lock your bedroom door.

"What's your plan?" Your voice gave away that you were nervous. "If it's alright with you I want to help." He looked towards your covered legs and that's when it clicked. "Oh no. Ha! Uh no thank you. I'm fine, it's okay, I haven't shaved or um-" You tried to think of another excuse. "No one's been down there and I just, no thank you." Stu sat back down on the bad letting his hand sit on top of your stomach. A small feeling of warmth bubbled underneath his hand. "Y/n I've never judged you and I'm not going to start now. Besides it not like I'm going to take your virginity or anything."

It dawned on you that this might actually help. The fear that this might ruin the friendship you had with Stu was more important to you than your need to feel normal. "I don't want anything to change between us." He laughed. "And it won't. I hate seeing you this way and if I can be useful then I'm at your service." He saluted making you laugh. "Okay but please no more jokes I don't want to feel worse than I already do." Stu nodded. "No more jokes." From this moment forward Stu was going to do whatever you told him to. His hand slowly slid down your abdomen that warmth never disappearing.

"I'm going to need your direction. I don't know what you like and don't like." Funny thing was you didn't either. This was all brand new to you. "Okay." You said as you tried to relax. Stu's hand slowly ran down the outside of your exposed thigh. You would have thought he'd go straight for what you've been struggling with. His fingers danced around your skin leaving little goosebumps behind. "Just focus on my hand okay? Don't worry about anything else." You nodded keeping your eyes closed.

His fingers made their way to your inner thigh still dancing around to a silent tune. You couldn't help but giggle at the sensation. Stu smiled loving that cute little noise. "Does that tickle?" He asked moving closer towards your heat. "A little bit but I'm fine keep going." Stu's smile never faltered as his eyes stayed on you. With your eyes closed you tried to picture your crush doing these things but all that could come to mind was your best friend, Stu. You let out a shaky breath feeling his hand graze your folds. "Are you okay?" He asked a little worried. "Mhmm, I'm fine."

Stu carefully traced little lines on your lips not ready to dive into anything serious. "Does that feel okay?" The feeling was a little funny. It wasn't as intense as anything you ever did. "Yeah it's fine." You said quickly not wanting to miss any sensation he provided you with. Stu decided to abandon the pattern, instead moving his finger to slowly trail up and down over your your folds. His touch was only pressured enough to let you know he was there. He felt your hips move involuntary wanting to grind on his hand. This new information gave him an idea.

His hand disappeared and for a moment you could still feel his fingers tracing your skin like phantom touch. You opened your eyes confused. "Why'd you stop?" Your voice cracked making him smile. "I have an idea but it requires you to stand up. Are you okay with that?" You weren't sure about the change in position but if it got him to touch you again you'd do it. "I guess so." You slowly got off the bed standing in front of Stu with your hands covering yourself. Stu started to unbuckle his jeans making you panic. "Calm down I'm not getting naked." It sure looked like he was. You watched as he pulled his pants off sitting them in the floor beside the bed.

His boxers were still on leaving little to the imagination. "Come here." He beckoned with spread legs. You walked a forward not prepared for how intimate this would be. "I want you to straddle my leg like you would a horse." That sentence alone was laughable and a little alarming. "I'm heavy." You protested making him laugh. "I've got you, would you just trust me?" That stupid smile he sent you made you do as you were told. His thigh was warm against your cunt. Stu blinked a few times trying hard to keep the focus on you. His hands gripped your hips making you feel a whole new emotion. "Now I want you to slowly move your hips like this." He helped you move against him. The new friction made a small noise leave your mouth. It was embarrassing but you had no time to worry about it.

Stu started to blush, the erotic scene in front of him turning him on more than he hoped. "Does that feel okay?" By the look on your face he knew the answer. His thigh quickly became wet with your slick making it easier for you to rock back and forth. "I feel.. great." You pushed the words out as you continued to ride his thigh. Stu wanted to kiss you but he had promised this wasn't about him. "Stu.." You moaned holding onto his shoulders for support. Hearing his name fall from your lips like that was now and forever engraved in his brain. "Say my name again please." The slight whimper your friend made only increased the speed of your hips. "Stu, please." You weren't quite sure what you were begging for but it pleased Stu.

His grip on your hips only grew tighter as your abs started to burn. A foreign pressure began to build making you panic. You hips slowed down making Stu look up at you. "What wrong?" He asked almost as out of breath as you were. "I- something..." You tried to put the feeling into words. Stu knew exactly what you meant. He continued moving your hips for you making your whole body seem to tremble. "Just keep moving you're almost there." Stu reassured hoping that he was right. "I can't." You repeated in-between moans.

Your hands locked up squeezing Stu's arms as your whole body trembled. Stu held on to you before you fell. Your breathing was intense but this was arguably the best you've ever felt. You looked up at your friend as your hand cupped his jaw. "How was that?" He asked smiling down at you. Stu lit up at the dopey grin on your face. You leaned up just enough to press your lips against his. Stu froze for a moment in shock. Before you could pull away and apologize he kissed back.

The kiss was more electric than the feeling you had just moments ago. You moved so you were straddling his lap now having more room to kiss him. Carefully you rolled your hips against him. "Fuck..." He shuddered into the kiss. Stu broke the kiss still holding you. "Y/n I didn't do this to sleep with you." Stu was a little worried you were trying to repay him for something he did for free. "I know." You rolled your hips again as Stu threw his head back. If there was a God, Stu was thanking them for this moment. "Y/n don't do that-" He was going to tell you he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

"Or what?" You bit your lip getting turned on again just by pushing your friend's buttons. In one swift motion Stu stood up his arms holding you in position. With a small squeal from you he spun you around so you ended up on your back on the bed. Stu hovered above you his face nothing but serious. Your smile was playfully dangerous. He contemplated the idea that he might've done you a favor and himself a disservice. Your hands ran along his clothed torso heading straight for the painful bulge in his boxers. "Ah!" He moaned quickly grabbing your hands holding each one down on the bed next to your head.

"What has gotten into you?" He asked wanting to know what the responsible thing to do here was. In actuality you weren't sure. You just wanted- no, needed to hit that high again. "If I play my cards right hopefully you." Stu laughed nervously. Earlier you said no jokes but here you were breaking down Stu's defenses with humor. Your hips bucked up at nothing as Stu thought of his options. "If we do this it would really fuck up our friendship." You knew things wouldn't be the same the moment his hand fell between your thighs. "We'll figure it out. I need you Stu, please." There was that word again that made Stu absolutely melt.

Stu sat up on his knees pulling off his shirt. You watched the muscles under his skin contract as he pulled the cloth over his head tossing it to the side. You didn't know why you hadn't noticed how hot he was before this. He looked at your shirt waiting for you to do the same. "Oh!" As if your life depended on it you tore the shirt off your frame letting it hit the floor with Stu's.

His boxers were the last thing to disappear leaving you both completely naked. "Do you still want to do this?" Stu asked as his fingers once again found your cunt. "Yes." Was all you could say as his middle finger slipped into your heat with ease. Slowly as to not hurt you Stu added his ring finger. There was that uncomfortable feeling again. It didn't hurt but it wasn't a pleasant experience. With his left hand on your hip he held you down as his fingers searched for that spot. Not many guys knew where the clit was let alone the g-spot. Stu however got an A when it came to anatomy.

Your lungs seemed to stop as a random warmth spread over your thighs. The warmth began to turn into a pleasurable fire. His fingers continued that beckoning motion as you writhed underneath him. Stu added one more finger making you wince. "You alright?" He asked seeing your eyes scrunch shut. "Yeah it's just weird." You responded trying to get used to the stretch. It only lasted a few moments before you focused back on the pressure building once again. Before you could do anything about it his fingers slipped out. You looked down seeing him drag his cock up and down your folds collecting your slick on the tip.

Stu grabbed intertwined his fingers with yours making you smile. Slowly he pushed his cock into you and you were thankful for the previous warm up. Stu squeezed your hand trying not to cum right then and there. You always heard how annoying it was when men finished quick. However if you got Stu to get off that easy it would probably be the hottest complement you've ever received. "Are you okay?" Stu asked more to himself than you. "I'm lovely." You smiled looking at the boy.

His hips began to move slowly which did absolutely nothing for you. You didn't want to seem rude so you let him continue doing what he was doing. He noticed the lack of enthusiasm on your part. "What's wrong?" You shook your head. "Nothing, just... Can you go faster?" He almost laughed. Here he was doing everything in his power to go slow and you needed him to go faster. Without another word his hips began to speed up.

Moans started to naturally come out as the feeling of him pump in and out of you became addicting. It wasn't until you heard him moan that you actually began to feel that pressure like before. "Keep on making those sounds." You encouraged as your head fell back against the pillows. It was the first time any girl wanted to hear him during sex. In fact moaning at all felt embarrassing to him. Stu obliged feeling you squeeze around him with every noise he made. "Fuck Y/n, I'm not going to last." He moaned through gritted teeth.

That feeling of intense pleasure came and went never staying long enough for you to enjoy it. It didn't matter though seeing and hearing Stu come undone for you was enough. He begrudgingly pulled out knowing he didn't have much longer. The veins in his arms were prominent as he pumped himself over your stomach. His hair was wet with sweat sticking to his forehead. "Please Y/n.." Stu whimpered and moaned over and over as ropes of cum littered your abdomen. His head fell back while he tried to catch his breath. The sight was beautiful. You cursed yourself you couldn't capture the moment on film.

His limp body fell next to you as he tried desperately to breathe. Once his lungs fell back into their normal rhythm he spoke. "Where's the bathroom?" It wasn't a very romantic question and it kind of broke your heart. "Um.. it's down the hall to the right." You pointed as Stu got up and disappeared. Stu frantically searched for a wash cloth not wanting to leave you alone for too long.

You could hear the water running for a few seconds before he returned, warm rag in hand. "Hey." He spoke softly not to scare you. "Hi." You said back the awkwardness in the room was rather cute. "I'm just going to clean you up okay?" That same heat returned to your cheeks making you avoid his gaze. "That's fine." The cloth started between your thighs. The warm rag felt great against your skin. You winced the moment the rag slid over your core. "Sorry." He mumbled cleaning off your stomach next.

Once you were decent Stu returned the rag to the bathroom. You tried not to laugh as you watched his ass as he left the room. Stu returned finding his boxers quickly pulling them back on. You however were content with just snuggling underneath the covers. Stu climbed in the bed on the vacant side snuggling up next to you. The clock on the wall said you had a good amount of time before you parents got home. You played with your friends hand as you thought of words to fill the silence. "Thank you Stu. I needed this." A sense of pride warmed up his chest. "You're welcome. I'm glad I could help."

[bluelolblue]

Biscuit

Summary: Santino found an abandoned puppy and decided to take her home. He named her Biscotti, and she quickly became a new family member, getting along with Dog and Santino's husband and bodyguard, John.

Rating: Teen, lots of fluff

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: This fic is a gift for my dog Lara, for her birthday! I decided to write this because I needed something wholesome, and because I also think Lara wouldn't want any dog to be abandoned. They all deserve a nice home. This fic also means a lot to me, I put some of Lara's characteristics into Biscotti, and I think it really fits her and how Santino and John handle everything. They love dogs so why not give them a little fluffy puppy ^ ^

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ for beta reading and helping out with it! I'm so glad you enjoyed it and got to read it first ehehe!

Enjoy Santino and John being dog parents :3

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“When are you coming back?”

“Tomorrow afternoon, probably. I settled things down here,” John said through the phone. He was sent to Italy to do one of Santino's jobs. Why should the Crime Lord himself get his hands dirty when he had a loyal bodyguard... who was also his husband who would die for him?

“Good, I can't wait. There's something I want to show you.”

John could tell Santino was smiling even through the phone. He didn’t often hear that soft tone over the phone so he was actually really curious to know what made him this happy.

“Did you do something?” John asked, smiling to himself. Usually when Santino was being honest he sounded like this, meaning John could indeed expect something. Probably something good.

“No… kinda. You'll see.”

“Alright. I'm looking forward to whatever it is,” John said, “And I can't wait to see you.”

He could hear a faint chuckle and what he assumed was Dog whining playfully in the background. Although, it sounded a bit more high pitched.

“Can't wait to see you, too. Be careful on your last day there. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

What could've Santino done in one day? John knew him pretty well, he was married to him, he knew his habits, his mood, everything. And he knew how sometimes Santino could be unpredictable, but that never changed the way John felt about him.

He was thinking about Santino the whole day, he couldn't wait to return back home and see whatever Santino had been preparing. He missed Dog, too.

Thankfully, he could rest today at the Continental in Rome. He’d done what he had to do, there shouldn't be any problems, he could allow himself to rest.

He took a nap so that time flew faster, and that nap turned into a full deep sleep which was good. However at some point at 2 am he was awakened by a notification on his phone, and it was from Santino.

He sent a picture of Dog curled up on the bed on John's side, followed by a text, “He misses you and wishes you good night.”

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[hopeless-romanceb]

Mattheo Remembers

About: Everyone planned an early birthday party for Pansy but little did they know that it was your birthday today.

I got this ideas from the TikTok sound we forgot your birthday. Let me know if you have any request.

Today was the day that you were dreading the most. You never really enjoyed your birthday mostly because you never got anything for your birthday and no one really remembers your birthday anyways. Slowly getting up out of your bed you got dressed for the day and put on a little bit of makeup. After getting everything ready you headed down the halls to breakfast where everyone else sat. After getting want you wanted you sat down with everyone. No one really noticed you sit down.

"Goodmorning Y/N" Mattheo said with a cute smile on his face. "Morning" you mumbled back to him. After he said goodmorning to you everyone then noticed that you are sitting at the table. They all said hey or goodmorning or morning. No one seemed to notice the sour mood you were in or what today was. You were expecting no one to remember today but they didn't mean that it didn't hurt. After breakfast classes went by like normal no one said anything to you.

The day seemed to go by so slow and every class today was so boring. All you wanted to do was go back to your dorm and cry a little maybe even get some ice cream while watching some movies. At the end of the last class Pansy came up to you and asked if you wanted to hang out in her room before going to the common room. Being the good friend you are you said of course because you didn't want to hurt her feelings. The walk to her dorm was kinda quiet but it wasn't an awkward it was kinda nice. You sat down on her bed when you got into her dorm.

"Y/N I need help on an outfit for tonight" Pansy said while doing through her closet. "What for?" you asked mostly because your curiosity was getting the better of you. "We're all going for a walk into town tonight so we can buy stuff for the party we're throwing tomorrow" she said. "Okay well sense I'm in here can I borrow an outfit from you" you said glad that you could have a distraction from everyone forgetting. Pansy agreed to you borrowing an outfit so you got up from the bed to find something cute to wear.

After helping Pansy find an outfit for herself and you found a cute outfit for yourself you both changed out of your uniforms. Pansy started to do her makeup while you fixed up your hair so it looked better than before after you were done with that you and Pansy switched places. Your makeup was a little ruined from the long day but you cleaned it up a little bit and decided to add just a bit of eyeliner and mascara. Your canceler from earlier looked good so you didn't need to add anymore.

We met everyone outside Hogwarts when we were done getting ready. "Alright sense everyone is here let's go." Draco said while starting to walk towards the direction of town. Conversations were all you heard while walking with the group. When you were in your own little world for a bit you realized that Blaise was missing from the group but you didn't say anything thinking that he was just staning behind sense he didn't want to go. "What are you thinking about Y/N" Mattheo said trailing beside you.

"Hm.. oh nothing just kinda relaxing and taking in the walk" you replied with a small smile. "Okay is there anything wrong you seem quiet today" he said softly. "No I'm okay Theo" you say forcing a bigger smile so he wouldn't worry.

When we all got into town we all when into random stories and bought some random things. You got yourself a bracelet as a present and just a couple small things that you really wanted. When everyone was done doing their shopping we met back up so we could eat something then head back. The walk back felt a little faster than the walk to town. Us as a group split up when we got back and you went to your dorm. Setting everything down on your desk you laid down and sighed.

You closed your eyes to try and take a quick nap but suddenly you heard knocking coming from your door. Sighing again you got up from you bed to open the door. After you opened the door you saw Pansy behind the door. "Hey Y/N I was wondering if you wanted to come to the common room with me." she said with a small smile. "Sure" you said and matched her smile.

While walking to the common room we made small talk just asking each other how we were doing and how classes were going. As soon as we walked into the common room we saw a sign that said 'Happy Birthday Pansy' and all our friends said 'Surprise.' "What! My birthdays not for another month." Pansy said with a surprised but happy tone. "That's the surprise." Draco said with a huge smile on his face. "Oh my god!! Guys this is so great. It's so unexpected I mean Y/N's birthday is even before mine." she said still excited.

Everyone kinda stopped breathing at this point. "We missed your birthday?" Draco asked after a couple seconds of silence. "Why didn't you tell us?" Theodore asked while Blaise nodded. "It does matter I knew all of you would forget anyways." you said with tears starting to cloud your vision. "Actually N/N I got you presents while we were in town." Mattheo said while walking towards you. "Y-You remembered?" you questioned while smiling ear to ear. "Of course I have the rest of the presents in my dorm" he said softly. You couldn't contain your smile you ran the rest of the way and tackled him in a hug. "Thank you Theo. Thank you so much" you said while tears ran down you face. "I would never forget your birthday love. You're my favorite person. Come on let's go to my dorm." he said while holding you close to him.

Everyone in the room in the room stood there in shock but were also feeling guilt for forgetting your birthday. You and Mattheo got to his dorm and when he opened the door there was a couple gifts sitting on his bed. You quickly walked over with the biggest smile on your face. "You can open them love" Theo said chuckling a bit at your happiness. The first gift had a beautiful diamond necklace that matched the bracelet you got both of them were F/C. "Thank you so much Theo. It's so beautiful" you said softly. "You're welcome Y/N. I'm glad you like it." he smiled.

After open the other gifts you both decided to watch a couple movies together. You chose to watch F/M. Before turning on the movie Mattheo turned off the likes and grabbed a couple snacks from his secret stash. When he walked back other to the bed you were already curled up under his blankets. He slid into the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Instead of pushing him away like he thought you would you snuggled into him. That's how you guys ended the night watching movies and cuddling close. Let's just say this has been the best birthday ever.

[roxannarambles]

I commissioned the wonderful @gotchibam to draw this piece and they just blew out outta the water, absolutely beautiful. There's not enough art of Nemona and especially not enough art of Nemona & Juliana, so I thought, why not? Not to mention I'm still salty about our Paldean friends being excluded from the DLC, so here's a little something to remedy that 💜🧡

In honor of the art being finished, I'll even post a Juliana/Nemona scene from my Teal Mask Rewrite fanfic that was mostly obscured due to Carmine and Kieran's hijinks. Because I did in fact have the whole conversation written, but I didn't put it all in since the 'ship really wasn't the main focus of the story. Scene behind a cut in case folks are not interested in 'ship stuff ^_^

They wandered the outskirts of the festival, the mood cozy and comfortable as they chatted under the light of the lanterns.

In the midst of their discussion, Juliana was saying,

"I dunno, I still think maybe I shouldn't have played Fezandipiti instead of Carmine."

"What? No, you did great, what d'you mean?"

"Well I just felt kinda bad, she seemed really deadset on it."

"Nahhh, she volunteered to be Munkidori! It's fine."

Juliana tossed the remains of her candy apple in a trashcan as they walked by. She sighed,

"I guess so. Though I got the feeling she only did that 'cause-- uh."

She hesitated, hoping Nemona wouldn't notice.

"Cause what?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"What?"

"It's silly, it's-- well. She made that weird comment, um. Thinking we were girlfriends?"

". . . oh."

There was an awkward pause as the two walked. After a few moments, Nemona asked,

"Does it bother you?"

Juliana asked cautiously,

"Does what bother me?"

"Just, um. People thinking . . . that. I mean, if it bothers you, we can tell them we aren't--"

"What, no, it doesn't bother me!"

"Oh, okay. Are you sure?"

Juliana laughed.

"Of course! Why would it? Like . . . somebody thinks I'm dating the coolest, most kickass, smartest girl in my school, oh nooooo, how awful, whatever shall I do?"

She'd held a dramatic hand to her forehead as she'd said it, and Nemona groaned,

"Unnngh, c'mon, Jules."

"What?"

"I really wanna know if it bothers you, I'm being serious--"

"I'm being serious too!!"

They slowed to a stop near some park benches. Nemona cast her a wary glance.

". . . you are?"

Emphatically, Juliana answered,

"Yeah, of course, I'm dead serious. You're the coolest, most kickass, smartest girl in my school."

"Nnngh, Jules!"

"What?? Nemona, I know you hate compliments but I am gonna keep saying it until you accept it's fact--"

Nemona buried her face in her hands, saying,

"Noooooo . . ."

Juliana drew closer and gently grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her face and holding them. Gazing deep into her eyes so she knew she was serious, Juliana told her,

"I mean it, Nemona. You're incredible. Every day, you inspire me. You attack life with everything you have. You love so deeply and you never let anyone stop you, no matter how often they've tried. You're sweet and you're brilliant and you're kind and you're literally the most amazing person I've ever met."

Blushing intensely, Nemona squeaked, "Oh . . ." Juliana let her hands go and cleared her throat. "S-so, uh, yeah, I mean . . . it doesn't bother me." "Okay. . . t-that's good. . ." "But, uh, hey, if it bothers you if people think we're girlfriends, I mean, that's fine--"

Nemona cut her off, voice incredulous; "--bother me? Of course not! How-- if-- if we were girlfriends I'd be the luckiest girl in the world!" Juliana blinked at her, startled. With dawning realization, she breathed, "Oh . . ." "H-hypothetically, I mean . . ."

Lips twisting into a wry smile, Juliana nodded, "Right, of course."

Her glance shifted away, and after an awkward pause, she ventured, "So, um . . . hypothetically, if we were girlfriends . . ."

Nemona answered quickly, "Yeah?"

Juliana's eyes returned to Nemona's. She inched closer to her, almost imperceptibly, and continued carefully, "Are you . . . the kinda girl who likes surprise kisses or likes to be asked, orrrrr . . ."

Nemona considered the question seriously before shrugging. "I mean, either's good, I guess it depends on the situation. . ."

“Okay. Got it.”

They gazed at each other in tense silence. The seconds stretched on and felt unbearably slow; one second, two, three . . .

Then Juliana took a breath and blurted,

"Could I kiss you?"

Nemona's eyes widened, almost comically large. She automatically wetted her lips and swallowed, her gaze flitting to Juliana's lips and then back again to her eyes. She stammered, ". . . u-um, h-hypothetically, o-or . . .?" Juliana laughed softly. "For real." After a lingering pause, Nemona nodded, a burgeoning smile threatening to overtake her. Juliana slowly leaned closer and lifted up a little on her toes; their eyes slipped shut as their lips met. It was very tentative at first, slow and careful and awkward, but it was also soft and warm and kind of wonderful.

Juliana felt Nemona's hand cradle her jaw as she pressed closer, deepening the kiss. Juliana could swear it felt like something bright and hot was thumping in her chest-- like hot coals being stoked to life.

"All right, EAT DIRT, DORKS!!"

She startled at a sudden shout and the force of something impacting with her back. A few seconds later, she realized it was a snowball.