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i love you, it’s ruining my life [W.Maximoff]

pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x reader

summary: you share a passionate moment with wanda in her office but it only leaves you more scattered and confused about her feelings.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT -> legal age gap; power dynamics; fingering [R receiving]; praise; making out; petnames; teasing; light dom/sub dynamic; slightly public sex [aka office sex]; allusions to subdrop; mentions of insecurity; porn with SO many feelings, it's crazy

wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: hihi! believe it or not, i did NOT forget about this mini-series. i, once again, got carried away and i'm not super in love with the smut but i felt like adding it just for fun. expect some hurt and then some comfort in the next part. hope you enjoy <3

part one | part two |

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Things between you and Wanda had shifted in the past few weeks.

You weren't sure what had caused the sudden shift in the energy between you. Maybe it had been the night you'd spent in her penthouse, on that expensive couch, with your face buried between her legs. It wasn't like there was anything different about what you'd done together that night and yet, something was different now.

Something neither of you wanted to put into words.

It didn't change how your days went, though. She still went to work every morning and you stayed at home, waiting for her, ready to ease the stress of the day and bring her back to herself. That was what you were used to. The routine you almost craved.

But like everything else, it had started shifting.

It was small at first. Requests for you to bring her lunch even though you knew she took the bag you'd packed the night before, constant texts when she was supposed to be in meetings. And now, the newest addition, asking you to come with her into the office.

A part of you told you it was a bad idea. Hell, she'd said it herself every time you'd asked.

And now you're here.

You're curled up on the leather couch in the corner of her office, your eyes drawn to Wanda and the way she flips through stacks and stacks of boring, legal papers. It's hard to tell why you're here, especially since she never lets you stay.

Not like this.

Not like you belong here with her.

She must sense your unease, you're sure she does, because she looks up, her eyebrow raised elegantly. "You okay over there, baby?"

You nod despite the far-away look in your eyes. "Just bored."

A beat passes before she scoots her chair back, her fingers beckoning you forward. "Well, we can't have that, can we? Come here, sweet girl."

Despite the lingering confusion, you make your way over to her without waiting another second. Her hands grip your waist once you're close enough and gently pull you in until you're settling onto her lap.

You wrap your arms around her shoulders as you get comfortable, straddling her legs and feeling her against you. "And I thought I was the clingy one."

She snorts at that. "You are. I'm just doing you a favor."

Even though you know it's a bad idea, you roll your eyes and earn yourself a quick swat to the ass. No words are exchanged, not because you don't have something to say, but because you're not too eager to earn a punishment. At least not yet.

"How long until lunch?" You ask as you busy yourself with placing kisses on her jaw, both to distract her and keep yourself occupied.

"A few hours," she replies, humming as she tilts her head back for you. "I still have a pile of paperwork, though. If you're hungry, you can go on your own."

While the idea sounds nice, you're not too eager to be on your own. Especially when you could be cozy on her lap.

"It's okay," you reply, devoting your attention to the warm skin of her jaw. "I'll wait for you."

The weight of your words must go past her head because she simply pulls her chair closer to her desk and goes back to her paperwork. It's not like you can hold it against her but you thought you'd made your feelings for her obvious after that night she came home from getting drinks. Maybe you hadn't said it outloud, and maybe that was your fault, but you thought your actions had made things more than clear.

You weren't interested in temporary. Not anymore.

You wanted Wanda. All of her. All the strings that came with her affection.

And yet, you still had to play it cool. Act like you didn't mind the lack of explanations.

Maybe you truly didn't mind. If you did, you wouldn't be here, right? There was a reason you were sticking around, despite what everyone said. The judgmental looks and snide comments. As hard as it was to admit it, it was worth it.

"You're doing it again," she says, her words more of a murmur than anything else. "I can feel your brain overheating."

"Sorry," you mumble in response. "I didn't mean to distract you."

"Oh, honey, you're always a distraction. But my favorite one."

The words help ease your worries a little, at least she doesn't see you as an annoyance. So then, what does she see you as? Because she told you she was yours that night but nothing has changed. At least not in a noticeable way.

One of her hand tangles in your hair and pulls you away from her skin so your eyes can meet. She opens her mouth to say something but you lean in and crash your lips against her before she can get a word out.

It's not the best way to deal with your spiraling emotions but it's the only thing you can think to do. Kiss her until you're breathless or winded or incapable of forming another thought. Or maybe all at once.

If Wanda can taste the insecurity in your kiss, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she allows herself to get carried away as if nothing's wrong. And maybe she's right, maybe you're simply thinking too much and demanding things she'll never be able to give.

Or maybe you're wrong. Maybe what you thought were real feelings, was simply desire under wraps. Maybe all you'll ever be is her pretty pet.

The problem is, when you're like this, wrapped up in her arms, drowning in her kisses, you can't see the issue with that. All you can feel is how much you want her, how much you need her, and how fucking good she is with her hands.

When you finally part for air, lungs burning, her hands grip your hips and she lifts you up. The show of strength turns you on far more than it should and you're desperately spreading your legs for her by the time she sets you down on top of her desk.

"Thought you had work to do," you say.

"You distracted me," she replies as if that explains everything.

It doesn't but you're distracted too and feeling her stand up to press up against you takes your remaining breath away. Deep down, you know you shouldn't get carried away. That it'll only create more problems and it's not worth it.

But how can you say touching her isn't worth it?

You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her in down toward you, your lips crashing together once again. It's like if you move fast enough, you won't have to think.

Wanda seems to be on the same wavelength as you, her hands gripping your hips and dragging you forward. It suddenly dawns on you why she was so adamant this morning that you should wear a skirt.

"You're so needy, princess," she mumbles when she pulls you away. "Can't go more than five minutes without me touching you."

"You're the one who told me to sit on your lap," you point out, tilting your head back as her mouth moves to your neck. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

She chuckles against your skin. "Smart girl. You caught me red-handed."

"I usually do, you're predictable."

Her response comes in the form of her sucking on your neck, no doubt leaving behind marks you won't be able to hide. Then again, it's not like anyone will ask. Mainly because Kate doesn't have to ask, she already knows who has you wrapped around their finger.

One of her hands grips you close while the other one slips between your legs, soft fingers trailing up your sensitive inner thigh. You buck into the touch involuntarily and the movement makes the redhead chuckle again.

It has no damn right being as hot as it is.

"Is this what you meant when you said you were bored?" She asks as she presses her fingers against the wet spot on your panties. "You just wanted Mommy to touch you?"

It's impossible to stop yourself from moaning despite the slightly public setting. "I always want Mommy to touch me."

"Mmm, good girl."

Your words earn you the reward of her fingers slipping under your panties. "Fuck, please."

"Begging already? You're more predictable than I am, baby."

Even though her words cause your face to heat up, it doesn't stop you from moving against her, wordlessly asking for more. It's not her touch that you're asking for, you know that, but for now, it's good enough. You hope it'll be enough to replace the thoughts swirling in your head even though you know better.

She keeps her teasing to a minimum, her eyes sweeping back and forth between you and the door to her office. "Come on, sweet girl, let me hear you. Show me how much you need me."

Her thumb grazes your clit a few times and she revels in the way you shake against her. It's fast and sloppy but when two of her fingers slide in, your head falls back in pleasure. The stretch burns in that familiar way that has your legs clenching so hard she's practically stuck against you.

The pace she sets is far faster than what you truly need, your hands gripping onto her shoulders just to keep yourself steady. Only Wanda can turn your whole world upside down from a few thrusts.

You wish you could hate her but you can't.

Not when she's muttering praises into your ear and coaxing you closer and closer to that blissful edge you know so well. The one that makes you tune everything out except her. No stupid secretaries, or long nights at the office. Just you and the woman you've fallen in love with.

Nothing else matters.

"Mommy," you whisper, tears painting you vision as all you emotions morph and bleed into each other. "Please, can't-"

"Shh, don't worry about it, sweetheart. Just come for me, just let go."

And you do.

Hard and fast and messy.

Like falling in love with her.

You're still buzzing from your orgasm when Wanda pulls you off her desk. The movement winds you but not as much as the painful contact of your knees against the floor. You barely have time to process what's going on when the door swings open and the sound of heels fills your ears.

"Afternoon, Wanda."

Agnes.

It's a struggle but you stop yourself from making any noise or revealing yourself. Thankfully, the older woman manages to fully hide you by scooting her chair in and acting like nothing's going on. Not like she just gave you a mind-blowing orgasm or anything.

"How have you still not learned how to knock?" Wanda asks, masking her annoyance with a chuckle.

"Because you don't need me to, you always know when I'm about to come in."

This time, you roll your eyes, hearing all the hidden meanings that seem to go over the green-eyed woman's head. The problem itself isn't technically Agnes but she's the best representation of all of them. Of your insecurity, Wanda's never-ending charm, her lack of awareness because she's too focused on something else.

Her work. Her lifestyle. Her money. Everything's always about her.

You ignore their conversation and simply lay your head on the older woman's lap, your lips pressing into her leg. The fabric of her stupid trousers doesn't let you touch her the way you want to, so you're forced to simply sit there, listening to their unbearable conversation.

One of Wanda's hands drifts down, her fingers tangling in your hair once more. She's doing what she can to keep you grounded, to stop the thoughts that will no doubt come rushing in due to the lack of full aftercare. It's not her fault, but the more time that passes, the more resentful you feel yourself become.

It doesn't help that you tune back into the conversation right when Agnes talks about you. Or well, she mentions who you assume to be you.

"No drinks tonight, then?" The brunette asks. "You need to get home early to babysit?"

To make the storm of insecurities in your mind worse, Wanda laughs. She doesn't wave her off, doesn't tell her to get lost. She laughs.

Deep down, you know it's nothing but a reaction. A rehearsed dance she does every time to avoid questions. To avoid the reality of her attachment to you.

It shouldn't hurt as much as it does but you're vulnerable and in need of reassurance and the last thing you need is hear her act like you can't hear her. Like there's no weight to what she's doing. How she's acting.

"What I do at home isn't your business, Agnes," Wanda replies, voice steady and borderline uninterested.

The other woman apologizes but you can hear the smirk in her voice. "Oh, I know, you're far too secretive about what you do with your little plaything. Let me know if you ever need someone who can actually keep up with you."

If their conversation continues, you don't hear it. You don't hear anything besides the pounding in your ears and the shallowness of your breaths.

When the coast is clear and Wanda is able to scoot back again, you almost fall over before her hands cup your face, tilting your head back so she can look at you. What she finds must worry her before her eyebrows furrow instantly. "Are you okay?"

You nod even though you know better. "Yeah, just…scattered."

"What do you need?"

Even though you know the answer, you push yourself off your knees. The last thing you need is to be by yourself and yet…it's the only thing you're thinking about.

"I'm gonna go get lunch," you mutter, nervously shifting away from the older woman.

You except her to stop you. To tell you to sit down and let her help you feel better.

And when she doesn't, and she lets you walk to the door of her office…you realize you're better off leaving. Not realizing how much it hurts her too.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey miss Raven! I hope your recovery is going well. Make sure to not over exert yourself. Wishing you good health and fortune!

I wanted to ask about your honest feelings regarding Grim and more then often obnoxious behaviour especially during events. This is coming from someone who loves cats and one of the things that got me into Twst was the fact that there was a talking cat in it (I still love the little shi* and look forward to his new outfits. I'm basically the meme " i still love them but sometimes i just want to get in a car and run them over".) For me it was annoying but a little cute like the first few times but now that we are done with 7 books of main story and a buckload of events his obnoxiousness is starting to feel really annoying. His character feels like it had no development at all. I know events are not canon nor take main story progress in to consideration but come on! Yuu's motivation to rescue Grim in book 6 didn't felt genuine either. Even now his antics in eternity float didn't come across adorable but exasperating instead. How do you feel about Grim?

Also, curiously if you ,as in you the author not your OC, were in yuu's shoes what would you do? How would you interact with grim? Do you think you can handle him realistically? I know you don't self insert yourself but just hypothetically speaking how would you feel about him?

Hihi ^^ Thank you for the well wishes! I think I've made a full recovery (or close to it?) at this point, but there's some lifestyle changes I made in the aftermath. Thankfully, it's nothing too bad!

Before I give my thoughts on Grim, I want to preface by disclosing my biases so you can understand where I'm coming from. While I definitely prefer cats to dogs, I've realized recently that I don't actually like cats?? I just tolerate them better than dogs. This is mostly on account of the fur, which I generally find very gross and messy. (One of my friends jokes this is because I'm just a Mammal Hater 💀) I do happen to be a pet owner and my (non-specific) pet very much has Grim's personality. They're loud, they're needy, they love to eat, they cause trouble, they act like they're the boss around here--so I'm sort of used to and desensitized to most of Grim's behaviors.

Now, about Grim! I generally like him (mostly because he basically acts like my own nonspecific pet and has cute ribbons). He's unfortunately always going to be my annoying little fur baby, but I totally understand why some people don't like Grim. His voice is admittedly kind of grating, and he always seems to be causing Yuu/the player grief. I disagree with those who dislike Grim for "stealing" screentime from Yuu; I think he's a suitable stand-in for them, since the game has to take measures to keep Yuu vague for self-insert purposes. Grim did nothing wrong, he is just serving his function. I also disagree with those who find it demeaning when Grim calls us "minion". To me, it doesn't feel any different than a friend ironically calling another friend "idiot" or something of the sort. Additionally, several other characters in the Twst cast have derogatory or arrogant nicknames for Yuu/the player or for their peers, but for some reason those have largely been adopted and interpreted as signs of affection by the fandom??? Which has always been super odd to me. I do see a point to be made about being annoyed at Grim for not taking responsibility for his actions (Yuu is often demanded to control him), but I’d say that’s intentional to move the plot along, clunky as it is. This doesn’t feel different to me than your pet, child, or sibling is being a nuisance and you having to get them under control in public. It’s also difficult for me to stay mad at Grim for this when other NRC students arguably act similar (causing trouble but not apologizing or taking accountability) + are ruder to Yuu but they get excused or adored for it while Grim catches flack. Why is there this bias? Is it because Grim isn’t a conventionally attractive anime boy?? 😭 Is it because we are forced to spend more time with Grim so he has more opportunities to be pointed out? I don’t get it.

That being said, that doesn't mean I think Grim is necessarily a well-written character, especially not for most of the main story. As much as I love book 6, the kidnapping + tearful reunion ring hollow if the player isn't already invested in Grim before then. The issue is that the prologue, plus books 1-5 do very little to show moments of Yuu and Grim genuinely bonding. Most interactions between the two involve Grim making trouble, his skipping responsibilities, or generally being cocky, and Yuu having to clean up after his messes. That doesn't endear him to us. We don't really get moments of Yuu and Grim seriously getting to know each other or points where we get to see his good traits. Book 6 would have worked a lot better if there had been moments dedicated to Yuu and Grim being more intimate beforehand. You don't have to make Grim a completely new character; work off of his existing traits and give him scenarios where he is allowed to shine and support Yuu.

Maybe in the prologue or book 1, Yuu is having trouble falling asleep because they're so anxious about being in a new world and Grim tries to act all tough to reassure them they're safe by his side, and this finally helps Yuu drift off. In book 2, maybe Leona's picking on Yuu a little too hard during their practice game and Grim feels he must stand up for his minion against a bully. For book 3, there could be a scene where Yuu scolds Grim for trying to take the easy way out and Grim confides in them about not wanting to flunk out because being a great mage is all he has ever wanted. Then when Yuu asks why this is his dream, Grim can't come up with an answer (which calls attention to Grim not really knowing much about himself or his past). As for book 4, expand more on Grim trying to break them out of Scarabia with a spoon. Play up Grim acting like he has to be the hero and do what he can to help his minion out of a tight spot! In book 5, have Grim help Yuu with coaching everyone or maybe getting a little jealous that there's so many people he has to share his living space with. Then Yuu can reassure him he's irreplaceable!! And sprinkle in more scenes where Yuu and Grim just connect over being outcasts, alone and unsure in this world but able to find solace in one another. By the time book 6 comes around, we'll have all these moments to look back fondly on and motivate us to rescue Grim, who cared so much for Yuu. Grim, whom we've developed a friendship with over the main story... Grim, who is now locked away in an unfamiliar face with no friends around...

For events, I'm willing to be a little more patient with him since 1) they're not canon to the main story and 2) Grim is obviously used just to shoehorn Yuu's presence into several events, especially the hometowns (through his whining about wanting to do something fun/to eat lots of tasty food). I can't recall a specific instance of Grim being super annoying in events... but I will say that I do find Grim annoying in Eternity Float. Grim seems a little overwritten here, if that makes sense??? He's acting more cartoonish and childish than usual... Like, Grim comedically chomps onto a large ham hanging from the ceiling with ZERO understanding that he needs to pay for it first?? And he wants a bigger slice of pizza (but Riddle tells him it's rude to reach across the table), so he tries spinning the plate instead, only for the pizza to go SPLAT on Malleus's face??? Then he hoses people down with a water gun... SORRY, did Grim mentally regress a few years???? OTL

Mmm... If I were in Yuu's shoes, I think I'd deal with Grim similarly with how I deal with my irl (non-specific) pet: sternly yet fairly? I'd try to train Grim, make sure he eats a balanced diet, gets exercise, and keeps stimulated, bathe him, take him out on walks, give him treats and toys if he's well-behaved, put him in the corner and have him think about what he did if he doesn't, always keep a first aid kit on hand... Oh, and I'd carry him everywhere either by the scruff or in a carrier bag. One hand on him at all times, or else he might wander off and cause trouble. I think it'd be hard dealing with his fire magic and rashness but 💦 I've been told I'm pretty patient, so I think I could handle it if I had to. Whether I'd LIKE it or not is another matter entirely. Grim is basically a little kid or a toddler, and I'm honestly not a fan of children. An animal being feisty is... fine, even cute. But the instant the animal starts giving me lip in complete sentences, it's a lot less charming. I still feel like Grim has the potential to grow on me over time though... There's a weird charm to his attitude, haha.

P.S. My (non-specific) pet says hi.

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 15 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: hihi, just wanted to thank you all for the love for the 2 most recent chapters <33 I’m loving all messages and comments!! 💖 please enjoy this chapter and stay tuned for the last chapter tomorrow (around 20:30 CEST)🥹🤍

W/C: 3.385

part fourteen

"You know that you're allowed to be upset, right, Jude?" She asks, looking down at the tired-looking boy.

"I know, but it's disappointing.." Jude murmurs back, moving his head to look up at her. His head on her lap, as her hands delicately play with the soft, just-washed curls on his head.

It's a soothing and intimate touch, something they'd both discovered to create a calm and relaxing atmosphere.

"You can be disappointed. It's difficult feeling like you’re on top of the world one day, and the next you feel like shit."

y/n puffs out a breath, trying to reassure his thoughts and feelings with logical and rational reasoning.

Real Madrid had won the Super Cup final against their derby rivals Atletico Madrid only a week ago in Riyadh. Though, last night's loss against the exact same opponents for the Copa del Rey hadn't exactly gone the same way.

With the extra time and many yellow cards later, they eventually lost with two goals made by Atletico, throwing Real Madrid out of reach of the win in a very dramatic fashion.

It was a whirlwind of a week for Jude, and to him- all he needed was someone to help him sort his thoughts out.

"You can't change anything about the past, not even when you fret and ponder about it for years. You can only look forward and change what you think you can, think winning the league or even the Champions League, Jude…” She says, leaning back against the couch, warm fingertips hovering above his hairline.

"You sound like a motivational speaker.." He voices, chuckling while watching her recline on the couch.

"Well, what I'm saying is true. Like- when I thought you moving in would be the end of my life- it turned into- this.."

She points at him and back to herself, making a dramatic gesture.

"End of your life? That's harsh." He frowns, grasping her hand to prevent her from poking his eyes out.

"Well, then let's not remind you of the times I've wanted to punch you right across the face, wanting to wipe that smirk off your lips and-"

Her voice is cut off by his hand, it clamped over her mouth as only muffled noises escape from her lips.

"Should I feel threatened?" He questions, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, only to groan as she pokes her tongue through her lips. He removes his hand, wiping his wet hand on his trousers as he sits up from his position.

"No, I'm sure you also had hateful thoughts about me. I definitely cannot blame you.." She trails off, trying to recall anything pertaining to the topic.

"You were pretty annoying." He states, clicking his tongue. Jude fixes his position, making sure he's sitting comfortably.

"Annoying?"

She had expected the description and would definitely understand why, but why did it hurt a little bit?

Noticing the change of expression on her face, Jude grabs onto her hand, pressing a soft, tender kiss on her knuckles.

"-but in a good way!" He adds quickly, eyes raised in panic.

Of course, the words she'd just uttered were way harsher in comparison to his, though it being said explicitly and clearly for the first time since they'd met, it stung like a bitch- to y/n, at least.

"You would always say or do something that riled me up so badly. I remember when you first started interviewing me- and you'd switch from snarky comments off camera to acting like the sweetest, most kind person to me. I thought; 'Oh? So, this is how two-faced she can be?'."

"But, you'd also have moments where you'd confuse me so much." Jude looks up, leaning in to press multiple, back-to-back kisses on her temple.

"When?" She asks, eyes fluttering as she soaks up the loving, sweet gesture.

"Remember that night in- Naples? When you panicked about someone breaking into your hotel room?" Jude recalls, absentmindedly pulling her closer into his side, on the couch.

"Mhm, I remember- I was so embarrassed about it.. I thought I'd have to book it out of your room immediately before you'd start making fun of me.."

"I was not going to make fun of you. That's what you thought of me?"

"I didn't know! We were bickering like- every damn second up until that point."

"No, I was genuinely surprised at first, but when you left, I couldn't even sleep properly, and I didn’t even know why..”

"Well, what's the annoying part?"

She asks, watching Jude's fingers get entangled with hers, making her grin a little.

"You were annoying in a way- which I couldn't shake my thoughts away from you if something had happened that specific day back then. I couldn't put it into words, tried to rack my brain so many times, over and over.."

"You had this long-lasting presence, and the way you spoke and acted practically got ingrained into my memory for me to repeat every night. This definitely got worse when I moved in here.."

Making eye contact again, she nods in understanding, grasping the hem of his shirt to play with.

"You thought of me, every night?" She grins, smug look replacing her once confused and sad expression.

"I knew this would enlarge your ego.." Jude chuckles, placing another kiss on her cheekbone, before he's interrupted by a text message popping up on his phone.

"Who is it?" y/n asks, glancing up when Jude shows her the screen.

"It's my mum.." He simply says, eyes skimming over the lengthy message. After a minute of silence, he looks back at his curious girlfriend.

"She's just trying to comfort me like you have been. Asks if she can come over for tea.." He informs, hand reaching to wipe away a single fallen lash stuck on her cheek.

"Oh, that's sweet. Of course she can-.." y/n trails off, eyes darting away from the iPhone and onto her lap. Fingers starting to fidget with the loose threads on her used sweatpants.

Getting a comforting, reassuring text message from your own mother..

Something the young girl could not even dream of. Let alone speak to her own mother ever again, at least in this lifetime.

The thought makes her smile uncomfortably, though there's absolutely no positive emotion behind it, skin around her eyes crinkling in fake happiness.

"y/n?" Jude whispers, noticing the change in her demeanor and the tensing of her shoulders.

"Hm?" She hums back, her eyes darting up and locking with his brown ones.

"You okay?"

Jude is in love, not stupid.

Seeing his girlfriend's entire mood change, just at the mention of his mother isn't something he wants to just skim over.

There was absolutely nothing going on between her and his mother. In fact, after his parents had been informed of their oldest son's affection for her, they welcomed her into the family within a heartbeat.

It wasn't either of the two who told them, instead- y/n's understandably protective father had told them. This came after he'd talked to Jude privately, grilling him with questions only a father would make up- and of course the intentions question was asked, like they weren't just young people trying to figure out their lives.

In reality, her father had long approved of the idea of the two young adults having a relationship. The times he was home and present with them, he'd slowly noticed the way they had warmed up to each other.

Not to forget, months ago, his daughter had burst into his office- asking for him to handle something for her. Puzzled at his own daughter needing legal help for 'online defamation, because they think I’m dating that douche', he'd dropped everything to listen to her- only to end up laughing at the end of her dramatic and insulting (towards Jude, of course) speech.

It wasn't difficult, as an experienced adult, to guess where the young adults' relationship would go from there.

"y/n.." Jude calls out again, placing a hand on her shoulder, shaking slightly to snap her out of her thoughts when she doesn't reply.

"I'm just thinking.." She finally says, wanting to lie- but realizing that he is, in fact, her boyfriend now- it might be better in the long run, to be honest.

"About what?" His eyes flicker up, a warm hand pulling her in closer. Realizing the comfort or warmth she might need to open up and speak.

"I just feel sad.." The confession is quiet, looking down, she grasps onto the hem of her sweater. Trying to keep her emotions at bay, because this conversation was about comforting him, and not about trauma dumping on the already upset boy, she thought.

Jude blinks, looking over his girlfriend's defeated figure. The gears in his head twist and turn, trying to decipher what she meant with her words.

"Do you want to tell me why?" He asks, trailing a hand up, pinching her chin with his pointer finger and thumb, raising her head to make eye contact.

Her eyes glimmer with emotion when they lock with his chocolate brown ones, the corners of her mouth twitching as she tries to contain the tremble of her lips.

Though, it's insanely difficult, especially when multiple emotions are swirling around her mind, and the suppressing of the tears causes a sharp pain to pass through her temples.

She grunts softly, not being able to hold back anymore, the pressure in her head worsening.

Tears pool against her waterline, and she closes her eyes. Allowing a soft whimper to escape her lips, tension dropping from her shoulders, as y/n stops suppressing her emotions.

Jude's eyes widen, his breath hitching in surprise as he watches his new love practically crumble in front of him.

"Oh, baby.." Jude coos breathily, the soft, foreign term of endearment falling from his plump lips.

He moves his hands immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulling her onto his lap.

y/n instantly presses her face against his shoulder, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt. Her tears darken the blue shirt, as Jude's hand rubs against her back in a tender manner.

"You're okay, honey.." He whispers, pressing multiple kisses along her temple and cheek, rubbing soft, soothing circles on her back.

"Why don't you tell me what's wrong, hm?" He soothes, his voice deeper than usual, offering sweet and reassuring words to the crying girl.

"I- don't even remember how her voice sounded or what her personality was like.." I whisper, raising my palms to harshly wipe my annoying tears away. They just kept pouring out of my eyes like the damn Niagara Falls..

"Look at me, love.." Jude whispers tenderly, grabbing my wrist to remove my hands from my face. I can't help but feel tingles down my spine at the word he refers to me with.

The Brum accent combined with his deep, raspy evening voice- melting my heart instantly. It distracts me from my breakdown for a single moment, and I shift my eyes back to his, just like he asks me to.

"Take a deep breath for me, yeah?" He says, pressing a kiss on the back of my hand.

I nod at his words, taking a single, deep breath, before releasing when he tells me to..

"Good- you're so good for me, baby.." He gives me a small, satisfied smile, kissing my cheek again. He moves his hands, pulling my head back onto his chest, running his hand down my back.

"This okay?" He asks, making me nod. I sigh again, nuzzling my face against his hard chest.

I had just spilled my entire heart out to the boy whom I had sworn to hate for the rest of my life, only a few weeks ago.

The topic wasn't something I had openly talked about since I was a teenager in my psychologist's office back in London. It hurt way too much to talk about with friends, and it felt like opening up a bigger wound when speaking to my own family about it.

I mean, it couldn't ever get easy- talking about losing your blood and flesh, let alone your own mother. In my case, the person who had gone through hours of labor and delivery- creating me from her own nutrients and energy.

There was absolutely no way I’d ever comfortably tell someone that my mother had passed away in a violent car crash.

An accident that had occurred only because little five-year-old me wanted my mom at my graduation to primary school.

I had gone through years and years of therapy, though, of course, to me nothing could actually take away the wound and grief it had caused a young me.

I couldn't sleep some nights, mind trying to remember anything about my mom. Since I had lost her so young, I could only recall her face from old photographs and home videos taken by my dad.

"Yeah.." I mutter, eyes closing as I try to ground myself. Taking in the beating of Jude's heart against my ear and his musky cologne.

"Need anything?"

"No, just you.."

I feel his chest vibrating as he chuckles, the sound reaching my ears and filling me with a warm and fuzzy feeling.

"I'm here, love. Take your time, and we'll wash up before my mum comes over.." I feel his hand against my back, caressing from my nape all the way to the small of my back.

I hum in understanding, eyes fluttering shut as I try to calm down, taking my surroundings in.

"Okay.."

'Meet me in the lobby'

'Security won't stop you'

'We have free time for a couple hours'

I stare at the incoming text messages, my eyes darting to the sender. Only to read Jude's contact name.

I sit up from my bed, slipping on the hotel slippers immediately, and walk over to the bathroom. Trying to fix my appearance before I realize I don't know what I'm getting ready for.

I snatch my phone from the bathroom sink, sending a quick message back to Jude. I wait for a couple seconds, busy with applying mascara, until I hear a notification sound.

'For some dessert, love'

'Dress casual, I'm in sweats and a jacket'

'I don't want to look like a fool next to you'

I chuckle at the reply, nodding as if he can see me before sending a quick message back.

I eventually make my way down to the lobby, looking around and trying to be as discreet as possible. Hoping other staff members and players didn't think of going down as well.

So far, the only people who had figured us out were Luis and Lina. I mean, I couldn't exactly keep it that much of a secret after they'd sneaked a glance at my home screen when I had left to print something.

They had been nosy after seeing someone text me, and when they read that it was Jude- I could've sworn they died and came back to life in a span of two minutes.

I look around quickly when I step out of the elevator, finally catching a familiar black puffer jacket. I grin to myself, making a beeline towards him, and whispering a small 'boo!' when I touch his shoulder from behind.

"Hey! Shhh.." His eyes enlarge comically, and I feel him grab onto my hands almost instantly.

"I'm quiet.." I whisper, giving him a toothy smile as he drags me out of the hotel lobby, out onto the streets of Valencia.

I allow Jude to walk in front of me, our hands intertwined, as he suddenly stops in a less busy area of the street.

I raise my brows as he turns around, watching a smile form on his handsome face.

"Hi?" I begin, pulling a confused face.

"Hi.." He replies, chuckling softly, before he pulls me into a warm embrace. His breath hitting my neck as he plants a kiss on my lips and cheek.

"I missed you." Jude says, pulling back to look at me, while his arms encircle my waist, keeping me warm.

"Well, you could have seen me a couple hours ago, after the match- but you stormed into the changing room after you got that red card.."

I sigh, recalling the absolute shitshow of a match against Valencia a couple hours ago. The referee couldn't do his fucking job, there were multiple VAR checks, and the blowing of the final whistle- resulted in the disallowance of the winning goal, scored by Jude. Eventually, he got red-carded for dissent.

Nothing surprising, actually..

I watch a guilty expression form on his face, forehead wrinkles showing as he frowns at me.

"Well, I'm sorry about that- did I scare you?"

"No? Why would it scare me? I wanted to punch that referee too.." I make multiple punching movements, hitting Jude on his chest once.

"Hey, hey- don't get violent, little Miss, you can't use physical violence here.."

I chuckle at his change of voice, dropping my hands to my sides, and grabbing his hand.

"Sorry, sir. Any reason you've called me down here?" I tease, watching him smile at me, before he squeezes my hand affectionately.

"Let's get some ice cream. I saw a decent looking place on Google Maps.."

"Oh, what flavors do they have?" I ask, mouth watering at the thought of having good-quality ice cream.

For me, it didn't matter the weather. Ice cream could be consumed any time of year, as long as I craved it.

Jude tugs at my hand, indicating he wants us to start walking to the ice parlor he'd seen. I follow him mindlessly, paying more attention to his words than to where we're going.

"Umh, they have 'chocolate' and 'fresa' and, of course, 'vainilla'.."

I laugh at his sudden use of Spanish, quirking my brow up as he starts naming the basic ice cream flavors one by one.

"Are you just trying to show off how much you've improved your Spanish skills?" A huge smile tugs at my lips, my eyes roaming over his proud, cocky expression.

"No, just slipped out of my mouth. I must be getting the hang of it.."

"Sure, Mister. Now give me the directions in Spanish.."

I tease, trying to challenge him, but chuckle when he shakes his head violently.

"It's just straight this way.."

I scoff, rolling my eyes at his bad excuse.

Watching a small smile form on his lips.

"Sure, let's just go straight ahead then.."

The couple’s very spontaneous ice cream date is ended by the both of them chugging a bottle of water. The once very craved cold and creamy dessert now regretted by how big and sweet their portions were.

"That's a cute bicycle.." y/n mutters, not paying attention to where she's walking. Instead, Jude is holding her hand and looking out while they walk back to their hotel.

"Do you know how to ride a bicycle?" She asks Jude, looking up at the focused boy, busy navigating their way back.

"Of course I can. My dad taught me before I showed interest in football.."

"Mhm, that must've been fun.." She mumbles, fixing her jacket.

While the couple is intrigued by the small, new facts they were learning about each other, they don't notice the very few people walking past them in the streets.

Most of the pedestrians walk in a hurry, minding their own business, on their phone, or listening to music- trying to get home before it gets too dark outside.

Though, sadly, what they also don't notice is, the flash of a camera- directed right at them. Not knowing the predicament that would follow if they were sold off and posted on the internet.

The couple is happy in their own bubble, their hands warm from holding hands, unlike their noses, which froze up in the cold wind.

Just like other pedestrians trying to get back to their hotel, wanting to go unnoticed and undisturbed.

[condemnationau]

Chapter 1: Episode 7 First | Previous | Next

Hihi!!! I'm on a roll!!!

I'm so happy that I got to get this episode out on time (I even finished it before the deadline) while still being proud of how the panels look.

We're finally getting Papyrus into his Condemned Papyrus outfit and ngl I'm glad I can finally stop drawing the circle shoulders....please....they're so annoying TuT

Working on this episode was so fun because oooooh lore!!! I look forward to the next few episodes because if I remember correctly, we get to have more wholesome interactions instead of arguments grrr >:(

I've decided to repurpose my art dump blog into a place for me to randomly update interested readers on the upcoming episode's progress, or to ask questions about literally anything! Feel free to check it out if that's something you're interested in :) (no pressure though, genuinely)

Anywho, enough of my ramblings! Thank you for reading this week's episode :D

[obeymeluv]

Hihi!! This is the first thing I've ever put into someone's inbox but I couldn't resist telling you how much I ADORE how you write malleus. He's so three dimensional and you do such an amazing job of making him clever and funny and proud, but still clingy and clueless about humans at times.

Anyways that's all, I just wanted to rave about how much I love your work lolz. Hope this didn't clutter up your notifs >.< I'm super looking forward to seeing more of your writing :D

Not at all! I'm always happy for the comments/interactions.

To hear I do him justice makes me happy because I feel like we only get so much exposure/depth through the game (especially since it's not really an otome). I have to take a lot of liberties and you never really know how that's going to go.

[marshellethepie]

Tag Game: People I'd Like to Get to Know Better!

I've been tagged by @choccybiccy (hi !! and thank you💕). Honestly, I have no idea how people do this on tumblr, and i made a new post so i don't flood other people with notifications abhkjsdk

Last Song: Bye Bye Bye - *NSYNC , my earbuds ran out of battery on the "Baby, bye, bye, bye" line LMAOOO HELP

Favorite Color: Blue, Pink and Yellow !! Always been my favourites through years, I couldn't decide. Awesome combo 🩵🩷💛

Last Book: "The Stormlight Archive, The Way of Kings" by Brandon Sanderson, but only the 3 first chapters for now !! I started the books 'cause my bf is a huge fan.

Last movie: Nimona (rewatch)

Last TV Show: Currently watching The Amazing World of Gumball !!

Sweet/savory/spicy: Omg, I'm kinda into each of them... But because I adore pastries, I'll say sweet. (I mean I'm French, it was obvious atp)

Relationship status: Been with my boyfriend for 3 years now 🥹 aannnd we surely planned to live a long and happy old couple life, hihi

Last thing I googled: "How to move an object on Blender?" Because we're doing medieval architecture right now, and it's been over 14 weeks since I last touched this software 💀💀 I'm so cooked......

Looking forward to: Become an anatomy master, but also better at drawing in general. I'm so happy to go to school for the first time in my life, I've always been self-taught and it helps me discover all the academic fundamentals I missed (but also 3D, which I had never done before.) I hope to pass my 1st year at uni and I can't wait to be the concept artist I've always dreamed of‼️ Apart from drawing, I hope to continue to develop my blog here. It's been a long time since I felt like I belonged on a social platform, I missed building a community around art and my passions. Leaving Twitter was my best decision (thanks again for all the people who send me lovely comments😭 what the heck)

Current obsession: Sonic fandom/Stobotnik. I wonder how long this will last, haven't been obsessed with something this way since what feels like foreve OH MY- They make so happy, it drives me INSAAANE I feel robbed that I didn't grow up with these games, this is all new to me ?? tagging: AND NOW, i just don't know who should i ??? Suppose it's people you don't know, like not your friends ?? But I am very shy and do not want to bother 😭😭AAHHH- Honestly, feel free to not participate, I just love your art so freakin MUCH and you were nice to me when interacting..... @cheap-slaw @duckngk

also @shirimeoww bby , just so you can introduce yourself here uehehe did i write too mucH...

[wings-of-ink]

Hihi, I love your work and this type of scenario is my absolute favorite.

So I'm wondering if the ROs saw the MC just shivering and looking cold & miserable, how would the ROs warm up MC?

Hello-Hello! And thank you, my dear!

This is cute, I am getting wet-sad-puppy/cat vibes, lol. There may be some cold nights on the journey ahead to look forward to as well!

Oswin: First priority is getting MC dried off as much as possible. If it's day time, he'll get them in the sunshine with a fire nearby. If there is no sun, a sheltered spot for a fire. He'll wrap MC in whatever he's got - his cloak or the shirt off his back if need be.

Zahn: Body warmth - it's very effective, they will stick as close as MC is comfortable with. And FOOD - MC has gotta eat and be warmed up from the inside out. It is frighteningly easy for them to get a fire going when they want to.

Duri: They run hot - their clothing is also basically a giant blanket, they may end up nude in the process, but they will make sure to get MC dry and wrapped in it for warmth. They aren't the best at starting fires, but they'll figure it out.

Rune: ✨MAGIC✨ which does happen to work a little easier if they are closer together. They can get a fire going easily and they tend to have nice thick cloak at all times - MC will be feeling luxurious before long.

???: Likely to gently tease MC about being so sad-looking and try to irritate them into getting their mind off the cold. He'll gently rub his hands long their cheeks and up and down their arms to generate some warmth through friction. He offers a very close cuddle to make sure MC gets warmed to the bone.

Thank you for the Ask, Anon! ^_^

Here are a couple related ask as well if you'd like:

[satelitis]

NEW THEME IS SO AAAAAH LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!! also hihi might be a tad bit late, but happy gf's day my love!!!

we haven't been moots for the longest time but when I tell you I absolutely love and live for every interaction we have, IT'S THE TRUTHHH!!! I will literally scavenge the ends of the world just to look for a reason to interact with you bc you're just such a sweet person ilysm!!!! literally what did I do in my past life to deserve having a mootie like YOU???? it's crazy omfg I don't deserve your kindness</33

ANYWAYS, know that you're always and forever loved!!! if you have 0 lovers I'm absolutely dead and cold 6 feet under laying in my blue coffin under my grave?!?!?@(@,! yeah my coffin has to be blue 😕

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP BEING URSELF!!!! it's quite literally one of the best things about you, and I wouldn't trade that for the world 🫶🏻 every day I look forward to being able to interact with u bc you're just so ☹️☹️☹️

have to cut this short bc I'm about to leave for school but I'll def be sending a second one later!! have an amazing rest of your night I think (???) OR DAY IF I'M TWEAKING OUT AND GOING CRAZY ☝🏻 ILYSM JAMIE DON'T EVER FORGET THAT YOU DESERVE ALL THE LOVE IN THE LOVE IN THE WORLD MWAH<33

GUHHHH FRANNIE ILYSMMMM )): I LITERALLY SMILED SO HARD WHEN I SAW THIS ASK!!! M NOT RLLY GOOD AT WORDS OF AFF SO THIS MIGHT NOT BE THAT LONG BC IM AKWARD 😓😓😓 ILYSM THO AND UR LITERALLY THW CUTEST 🤗 I CANT WAIT TP TALK TO U LATER AGVE SO MUCH FUN AT SCHOOL BABY, HAPPY GFS DAY TO MY LOVEEEE FRANNIE😽😽

[silly-baba]

hihi! could i please claim an anon? im Jasper and my agere blog is @is-it-nearly-naptime

i would please like to be 🦄 because i love unicorns!

i hope this is okay and that your day is going well! i love your blog it makes me feel super safe :)

Hello Jasper, very nice to meet you bub!

Ofc you can be the 🦄, what a great choice that emoji is too!

My day just started and so far it's good, hope yours is too! <3

I'm glad my blog makes you feel safe, that's the purpose why I made it in the first place!!

I'm looking forward to see u in my ask box again!

･.*.ﾟ☆❗please only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･

[snowddeong]

Snow! hihi hi, do you perhaps have any blog recs regarding itzy blogs? I joined Tumblr not too long ago and i'm having a difficult time to find full on itzy blogs. I found yours bc i loveee ryeji but if you could help i would hug you forever <333 (i love your blog don't mind the others)

Greetings and salutations anon hghg I feel you honestly 😭 I always try to search for Ryeji stuff but usually only find blogs that wrote some itzy fics once like 3 years ogo, haven’t updated in forever or write majority x reader.

I haven't interacted with them but I usually see this acc in the searches. They seem to write for all itzy ships? @femmehusbandyeji @lonewolflink @ddeongies haven’t posted their writing yet but you should keep an eye out for them hghghb. And I'm def sure K and Sarah would love to talk about all the itzy girlies and especially ryeji. West is a writer I really look up to and is the genius behind that one blindfold fic that won't leave my brain. @ghostheadlock primarily writes for twice but she's a ryeji enjoyer and someone else to keep an eye out for if you're looking forward to some good emotionally complicated ryeji. Zia hasn't posted in a bit but they're also a ryeji lover and their third eye is open af honestly every interaction we've had is me just going "AND YOU'RE RIGHT!"

Also thank you 🖤

[koumeowkami]

hi hi new mutual ! 🩷🫶🏻 pls THE WAY i just realized we are mutuals on twt too hfhdjs and my dumbass realized just now 🥹 but anyway, your blog looks v pretty 💞 looking forward to interact more w you !

hihi tora!! it took me a bit to recognize you too ngl djdndj i literally just realized you're the one who wrote those kanata x reader scenarios i reblogged the other day ⁉️ i hope you know those made me go insane a very normal amount (please give me more those were so good)

and thank you so much!! i'm not as active on tumblr as i used to but i hope we can talk more as well <33

[hyhkai]

hi dev!! I think we’re new mooties, but I just wanted to say that you seem so cool and sweet and I look forward to interacting with you 💙💙

hihi ash mootie!! we are new mooties and I'm also a new writer so I was really happy when I saw that notif that said you followed me ahaha :') I'll definitely be sending you asks promise promise !!!

[ouchiis]

@lunarscaled liked for a starter | song : freaks like us by sleeping wolf

· · ·  ❛  YOU  CAN  TIP  TOE  ON  THE  LINE  OF  MADNESS—    just  be  sure  to  watch  your  step  at  night.  ❜

[princessmacedon]

sunlight of life

@lyfjqberg

There was only one way to really familiarize yourself with your surroundings, and that was through a nice dose of exploration. Just being able to see the grand way Garreg Mach stretched out over the land in every direction was a treat in and of itself, but the fact that Maria could actually explore it? That was simply wonderful, and she fully intended to take advantage of whatever freedom she had to roam. 

And oh, how delightful even the paths in between seemed to be, smooth paths lined with plenty of trees and greenery, and an abundance of friendly creatures that seemingly manifested in their shade. From the stone beneath her heels to the blindingly bright skies overhead, it felt as though the whole of the monastery had been bathed in sunlight. Thus, what better place was there to explore in the heat of midday than the curious shadows and forgotten nooks? 

Just as she had tucked herself away in a cool and calm room she knew not where, a pleased giggle slipping out as she peered about her surroundings, Maria heard the faintest clatter. Quickly glancing toward the source of the sound, she caught sight of something laying on the floor and a flutter of gray slipping through the doorway. With all haste, she rushed to pick it up, rushing to catch its owner before they turned down one of the many corners ahead. 

“Excuse me!” Her head peeped from the doorway, glancing back and forth before running in the direction of the only figure in the hall; she would be lying if she said the thud of the heart in her chest or the sparkle in her eyes had nothing to do with the sudden hope for friendship that had just flickered to life. “Excuse me, but you dropped this--!” 

[lachalaine]

✔ najkdjka shinzou and/or aurel honestly

Send me ✔ and I will bold my preferences for your muse!

accepting

My muse(s): Shinzou

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

My muse(s): Aurel

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to: message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests! - !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ASK BOX AND DISCORD IS ALWAYS OPEN FOR YOU AND YOUR BOYS WHENEVER YOU FEEL LIKE IT. 

// @mythshaped

[that-writer-101]

The Winter Nightmare. Pt. 3

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Author notes: hihi! So this is the last part I have pre-made from my old account, so from now on it'll be a bit more of a wait for the next parts! I post parts after the part after it is halfway finished!

Reminders: @vicmc624 @biblophilefox82 @cjand10

You look over to Fury, a smile forming on your face.

"Thank you..! Thank you so much!"

He walks over to you and shakes your hand, "I look forward to seeing you fight." Then he walks off.

You turn to say something to Natasha, but get cut off before you even open your mouth.

"You fight better when you're angry." Someone says. You turn back to the door and see Bucky in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

"Is that so?" You say in an irritated tone.

"Spar me." He says, causing Steve and Natasha to glare at him.

"Buck, no."

"Y/n, NO."

"Buck, she'll hurt you."

"Y/n, you'll pass out."

Steve and Natasha glare at each other.

"So you care more about your friend getting hurt than Y/n hurting herself?!"

"She hates Bucky! She'll hurt him more!"

Then an argument insures.

You and Bucky just lock eyes, annoyed at your two friends.

You grab your bag and walk out of the training room, Bucky following behind you.

"Those two are going to be the death of me I swear..." He sighs.

"Honestly. Do dumbass fights like that happen often here?"

"I dont know if they ever stop."

"Dear god.. I'm going to jump out the window I swear.."

The two of you make small talk as you walk up to your floor. It was the first non violent interacting you've had since.. Well forever. Maybe you two could actually become friends, perhaps you could learn to like this new Bucky.

No. Not the 'new Bucky'.

Bucky.

Not the Winter Soldier.

"Well, talk to you later I guess." You say, walking to the back of the floor to your room.

"Yeah."

You walk into your room and then into the bathroom. You take a shower and as you do, you start to think.

Maybe he's not so bad.

Maybe you judged him too quickly.

Natasha was right. He's a different person.

You might not know exactly what happened to him, but you could tell he was different.

You finish up your shower quickly, deciding that you should probably talk to him.

You quickly get dressed and dry your hair.

Just as you get up to leave your room, you hear a knock.

Great. Is all you think.

You finally decide to make amends with the demon who haunted your past and someone is getting in the way.

You go and open up the door. You expect to see Natasha or Wanda, maybe even Steve.

Who you see instead is...

Bucky...?

"Oh hey.." You say.

"Hey.. Can I talk to you?" He asks, which catches you off guard.

"Yeah! I was actually about to go talk to you.." You mumble the last part.

The two of you go sit on your bed. Neither of you say anything for a few minutes.

"I just want an explanation..." You say finally, breaking the silence.

So Bucky gives one. He explains the brain washing. He explains the fact that he barley remembers any of it, but seeing you again brought back memories. He explains everything.

"I am... So sorry.." You pitifully say, looking at him.

"You shouldn't be apologizing. I should. I.. Did some horrible things and-"

"You didn't want to. I chose to hate you before I knew what exactly happened. You had no control of your actions. I did."

"You had a damn good reason to hate me." His voice slightly cracks with tears, "Look, I don't want to get rid of my past.. But I want to move on from it."

"So do I.. I just.. I dont know if I can yet.." You stutter from your own choked back tears.

The room goes quiet again, but it was a comforting silence.

"I'm sorry, Flare."

"So am I."

And with that, the two of you just cry silently. Tears roll down your faces, an occasional hiccuping breath filling the room.

After a few minutes the two of you calm down.

"I'm gonna go watch some TV if you wanna co-"

You get cut off by yelling.

"Flare! Buck'! We're having a meeting! Let's go!"

The two of you quickly get up and go to the meeting room.

"We found another HYDRA base with valuable information in it. We need to infiltrate." Tony says.

"Ooh ooh! Can I go? I know how those places function! I can pick the locks! I also know where the guards hide!"

Everyone looks around at each other after you say that.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." Steve sighs.

"I agree," Tony starts, "It hasn't been long since you were taken out from one of those bases. It could be triggering."

You deeply sigh, "I am OFFERING to go there. I want to go and take down the base. It could help me get over my past. Hell, I can easily sneak around in a place like that!"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"I was allowed to go on HYDRA missions. Why can't she?" Bucky interrupts.

"Because, Buck."

"Okay, bEcAuSe isn't a reason." You say, clearly very irritated.

The room goes silent.

"I'm going wether you like it or not."

"You aren't going." Tony says in a stern tone.

"Yes. I. Am."

"No you aren't."

"I mean, I think she should go." Bucky says.

"Okay Barnes, you aren't saying anything useful so shut it." You say, trying to keep yourself composed.

"Y/n. You aren't going. You don't have a suit. It could be triggering. It is final."

You clench your fists.

"I do NOT care what you say. Those people tortured me for most of my life, I will end theirs."

Everyone looks around at each other again. They all realize that you aren't going to give up until you get your way.

Steve sighs, "Fine. You can go."

"Yay!" You say, your demeanor changing from angry to happy in the span of a second.

"So where's the base?" Natasha asks, changing the subject.

"Turns out there was base right near the one Y/n was kept at."

"Uuuuugh!" You groan, "I coulda told you that! You could see that base from the one I was at!"

"Wait," Natasha starts, looking at you, "You KNEW about this place?!"

"Uh yeah? The bases were practically intertwined. Anyway, I can completely sneak around that base, easy. The two bases were identical."

"Maybe bringing you with us won't be such a bad idea.."

For the next few hours, you all talk about the mission. Going is you, Bucky, Steve, Tony, Clint, and Natasha.

Three days. The mission is in THREE DAYS.

You took a hitched breath when that was mentioned, but you chose not to say anything. You just got your spot in the mission set, why complain now?

"We can have Clint sneak in the vents-"

"Don't go in the vents." You and Natasha say at the same time.

"Why's that?" Tony asks, arching an eyebrow at the two of you.

"Guards hide in the vents. They have multiple guns, knives, and other weapons. They're trained too, I dont know how well, but they're trained in fighting. Do other HYDRA bases not have that?" You sigh, sick of this seemingly never ending meeting.

"No they don't," Steve starts, looking over to you, "That's why this base, and the one you were at, are so dangerous."

"Hm."

"So we're all clear on the start of the mission?"

"Yeah."

"Yup."

"Sure."

"Guess so."

"Mhm!"

"Alright. Go chill out, or train. Training would probably be helpful but none of you ever listen to me so."

Everyone goes into the common floor and chills out. Well, except for Steve, he goes and trains.

You dont know why, but you continuously find yourself glancing over at Bucky.

Your mind goes back to the conversation earlier. He'd.. Opened up to you? Well you had opened up to him as well, so it wasn't that weird... right?

Did you forgive him? Well you don't feel overly mad whenever you see him anymore so that's a start for sure. I mean you did-

"Sparkler, you alright?" Natasha asks, interrupting your thoughts. Sparkler was a name you'd earned after constantly making small flame sparks out of your hands when you were bored.

"Hm? Oh, yeah I'm alright." Randomly going silent wasn't very odd for you, Bucky had done it to. Going quiet usually meant being deep in thought, typically about your past.

"Kay, I'm going to go make lunch, want some?"

You hadn't realized it was already noon, geez that meeting was long. "Sure."

The two of you get up and walk to the kitchen. "What're you gonna make?" You ask.

"Dunno, might make a salad.. Shit-" She responds, adding the last part as she accidentally knocks over the glass you'd put in the drying rack earlier, causing it to fall and shatter.

The crash makes you jump, shattering glass freaks you out after what happened when you were younger. You take in a sharp, hitched breath.

"You alright?" Natasha asks, sweeping up the shards.

"Y-yeah.. The sound of shattering glass just kinda freaks me out a bit.."

She just nods as she finished cleaning up.

She makes a salad and so do you.

"I gotta say, the food here is much better than the food they gave me at HYDRA." You laugh, taking a bite of your food.

"I bet." Natasha responds, taking a bite of hers.

The two of you finish your food and walk back into the common room.

The rest of the day was spent just chilling out. Talking, watching TV, eating, a few people went to train.

Before long everyone ate dinner and then went to sleep.

Except you.

You don't go to sleep.

You go up to your floor, sure, but not to bed.

You instead go to the large window in the dining room and look up at the stars.

You'd always loved the stars. They were the opposite of you. They sit up in darkness, a cool breeze below them, basking in the moonlight.

You lean your head closer to the cool glass to get a better look at the moon.

"You alright?"

The voice makes you flinch, causing you to slam your head against the window.

"Ow shit-! What do you want, Barnes?!" You sigh, exasperated.

"Sheesh," He says, putting his hands up, "Just checking up on you, you're quite literally staring out the window. Can't sleep?"

"Haven't tried. I was looking at the stars."

"They're quite pretty, aren't they?"

"Yeah.."

"You remind me of the night."

You give him a confused look, "What do you mean?"

"Cold, but pleasant once you get used to it."

You feel your heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Wait

WHAT?! 

No no no no! You can NOT think of him like this!

"Hm." Is all you can manage. You simply hope the darkness of the night conceals your blushing cheeks. A small smile crosses your face.

"Here follow me, I'm gonna show you a better place to watch the stars."

He walks off and you follow. He brings you up a few sets of stars until you get to the roof.

"Wow.. The stars are beautiful up here.." You say staring up at the dark sky, speckled with little dots of light.

"Yeah, i like to come up here sometimes."

The city light below no longer floods out the light of the stars, letting the full brightness glow.

You lay down, the coldness of both the night and the roof encasing you in a cool blanket.

Bucky sits next to you, also looking up into the sky.

"Ooh look! A shooting star!" You say, pointing at one flying across the sky, "Make a wish!" You giggle.

After a while of staring at the stars with Bucky, you feel your eye grow heavy. You yawn.

"Well, I'm gonna go head to bed. See you in the morning."

"Night."

You get up and walk back to your floor. All the while rethinking everything that happened. Especially the beginning.

He'd... Complemented you?

No no, surely you were taking it the wrong way, right? He was just being nice right?

No no no no! You're thinking too much into it! You should just get to bed and shut your eyes and go to bed.

So that's what you try to do.

Yeah it doesn't work.

You cant seem to ease your racing thoughts.

You BLUSHED when he said something to you. People only do that with someone they like, right? No way you were starting to develop feelings for him

...Right?

Oh dear god, you are! You like Bucky fucking Barnes!

What do you do about this?! You've hated him forever, what made you suddenly change!?

You groan into your pillow.

Well, you, Natasha, and Wanda are having a girls night tomorrow night, so you'll ask them what yo do then.

Oh but what if they make fun of you? What if they can't help you?

WHAT IF THEY TELL HIM?!

You groan again.

With your mind still racing, you close your eyes and fall asleep.