#she tries but it's always awkward and most times she ends up hating the date and wanting to go home

[leahssmile]

— just focus on me

pairing: lia walti x reader

summary: reader is anxious about filming a video for Arsenal, luckily your girlfriend is there to help!

notes: short wally fic, sorry if this one's a little choppy and for the awkward ending, it was written in between flares up over a few days! ♡

nevertheless I hope it's enjoyed and thank you to everyone who's interacted with my blog so far, I hope to get more writngs out for ya'll and maybe take requests soon! :)

You dreaded media day.

Not because of the busy schedule or constant moving like most people, no, you hated the cameras themselves.

Ever since you were a little kid you’ve been camera shy. Your mother often joked that she had no clear photos or videos of you, but you just couldn't help it.

The thought of being in front of a camera made your already bad anxiety spike, of messing up and it being forever captured made you almost feel sick.

It's not like you had stage fright or anything, you could get on a field in front of a crowd of thousands and play fine, it was just the cameras that made you feel bad.

At least with interviews before and after games you could wiggle your way out of them, convince a teammate that they had more to say and would be better to talk to.

But media day was mandatory for everyone, including you.

Today you had managed to participate in the required photos, done with plenty of teammates around to focus on instead of the anxiety growing in you.

But after a quick lunch break you’d been cornered by one of the media people, asked to join in on one of the silly game videos to post on the team's social media, and not really given any option besides yes.

It was just a quick trivia video, questions about who had played in however many games, who had the most goals, nothing series.

And yet as you hover a few feet from the media people as they set up the cameras, you feel the anxiety start to gnaw at your insides.

The unfounded fear of forgetting every fact about your teammates, or even more unlikely, insulting one of them by forgetting the exact number of caps they had, making you squirm as you wait for you to be called over.

You tuck yourself into a chair out of the way, too busy trying to calm yourself to notice your girlfriend, Lia, approach you. “How's it going?”

You jump when she speaks, quickly turning to look up at her, offering a badly concealed nervous grin. “Great! Just waiting to film a quick video.”

Lia knows you well enough to know that something’s bothering you, and a glance from the cameras being set up to your bouncing knee tells her what she needs to know.

Your aversion to cameras has been well known to the Swiss footballer even before you two had started dating, but she never judged you for it, it was just a part of you and she had always tried her best to comfort and reassure you the best she could.

This time isn't any different, and she takes a seat beside you, reaching over to take one of your fidgeting hands.

��What kind of video?” She knows the best way to calm you is to ask simple questions, they usually redirect your train of thought from your worry.

“Um. A trivia one? Like, ‘who has played for Arsenal the longest’ and stuff like that.” Lia nods, “You're very attentive, I think you'll do great.” She offers softly.

It's true, your attentiveness is the thing that leads to your anxiety, noticing the small details, the blinking lights, the shifts of people's expressions, they all get to your head.

But you suppose it is also helpful for the video ahead of you. Now that you think of it, you do know quite a lot about your teammates.

You let out a soft breath, “Yeah. But the cameras…” You trail, and Lia takes a moment to look around.

Her own schedule was pretty much over, having taken most of her videos and pictures earlier in the day, and she'd really just been wandering around talking to her other teammates for a bit.

She was all for staying to make you comfortable. “Look, I'll be right behind the camera, just focus on me, okay?” She points to a spot far enough to not bother any of the media people, but close enough to stay in your eyesight.

You ponder the offer briefly before finally nodding, if anything could ease your anxiety it was Lia.

“Okay, I'll give it a try.” You say and she smiles, leaning over to hug you and press a quick kiss to your cheek. “You got this.” She reminds you as you stand, the media people having turned to wait for you to come join them.

You position yourself in front of the camera, following the directions of the media person as your eyes wander over her shoulders, looking for Lia.

Your eyes finally find hers, and she offers reassuring thumbs up and a smile that you return before taking a breath and turning to the camera, giving a nod to the media person as she holds up the first card with a question written across it.

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How the other X-Men (97') would react to Logan's crush

I need more X-Men 97's Logan. Mostly Pre-established relationship. Just some rambles about some of the other X-men reacting to your mutual crushes because they are all a big family of busybodies lol.

tag: gender neutral reader (mostly)

You didn't have the best first meeting. You had accidentally drank the last of Logan's beers, and the burning anger in his eyes would take time to forget. You had felt so guilty afterwards that the next day he found a crate of imported beer in his bedroom.

When he first started developing a crush on you, Morph liked to tease him changing into you in different forms of suggestive positions wearing all kind of revealing lingerie, which made him blush. Hard. He tried to act all though pulling his claws out threateningly, but it was difficult to take him seriously when he was as red as a tomato.

He wasn't sure what started that crush, he guessed he started developing it without noticing. Maybe it was your good looks, your kind nature, your bright smile; who knew, but something about you drove him to you like a moth to a flame.

Ar first, Logan would be a bit conflicted due to his deeply rooted feelings for Jean. He felt like he was betraying her in some way, despite Jean being married to Scott. Unbeknowst to him, Jean, is one of the main supporters of his relationship with you and is always hijacking with Storm some way for you two to be together. Once, she got tired of your antics and practically psychically shoved you against him.

Storm is the chillest about it, unlike the overly enthusiastic Jean. She is very patient, she knows you'll end up together one way or another. She just has to wait. She still joins Jeans shenanigans because it's really fun.

Scott is more protective of you in a big brother way. He initially doesn't like that Logan has taken an interest in someone he had always seen as a little sibling. He knows how Logan can get, and how much he had pinned after Jean. He doesn't want him to hurt you, it would take a real genuine proof of his love for you to convince him. And something small wouldn't do, it has to be this big grand selfless gesture for him to actually believe it.

Charles, unlike Scott, thinks that you and Logan are a great match. You seem to bring the best out of each other. You calm Logan's never ending rage and Logan encourages you to be more bold and come out of your shell. You are like two puzzle pieces, you fit perfectly together.

Rogue is constantly teasing you about Logan. She has noticed how he gets more awkward when you're around, how he doesn't snark at you as much as he usually does to the others. If she didn't know better, she'd say he was being shy.

Remy is the one usually trying to give Logan advice on how to properly woo you, which usually goes ignored because of Logan's own pride and refusal to admit he has it deep for you.

Jubilee is a die-hard shipper. She gave you the most ridiculous ship name. Logan hates it. She, Storm, Remy, Rogue and Jean, usually meet up to discuss about you two like a bunch of teens. This is literally them on each meeting:

When you finally stop dancing around each other and start dating, he finds he's unable to keep his hands to himself. Watching you make breakfast, humming to yourself in an oversized T-Shirt and booty shorts that perfectly clinged to every delicious curve of your juicy ass like a second skin, put all of Logan's already thin self-control to test. Missions surveys get really awkward if he's seated next to you, his hand always finds its way to your thigh. Hank joked that he should give him 'the talk', which he took it as well as expected.

Roberto is the one who thinks 'what the hell do they see in him??'. He doesn't get how someone as cultured and kind as yourself would ever get interested in a caveman like Logan. But he keeps his thoughts to himself because he'd rather keep his head on his shoulders.

Logan may not know what started his crush, but he sure as hell knows when he realised he loved you. It wasn't a great sacrifice or something epic as anybody would expect. He just saw you doing the most mundane thing in the world, be it painting your nails, taking care of the garden, or getting to the best part of a book you've been reading. The second he saw that glint in your eyes and that joyful expression, he just knew.

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The common room was unusually quiet, a stillness lingering after the group hangout had come to an end. Most of Class 3-A had already retired to their dorms, but you, Bakugou, and Midoriya remained. The glow of the setting sun filtered through the windows, casting an amber hue over the room, intensifying the awkward tension that filled the air.

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt, avoiding eye contact with either of the boys. Something about the silence felt... heavy. Your heart thudded uncomfortably in your chest, like there was something you should be saying but couldn’t find the courage to. Maybe it was the way Bakugou kept glancing at you from the corner of his eye, or the way Midoriya sat there, more pensive than usual.

“I think I’m going to head to bed,” you said, offering the boys a tired smile. “I want to get as much rest as I can before tomorrow.”

Izuku smiled back and nodded, while Katsuki only grunted in response. You felt the weight of his gaze as you turned and walked toward the dorms, but you didn’t dare look back.

Once you were gone, the silence in the room grew heavier.

Katsuki stared at the floor for a long time, fists clenching and unclenching as he wrestled with something in his mind. Finally, he broke the silence.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t dating yet,” he said, his voice gruff.

Izuku blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“You and her,” Katsuki snapped, his irritation rising. “You’ve been joined at the hip since middle school. Inseparable. I figured you two had feelings for each other.”

Izuku’s eyes widened, and he frantically waved his hands in front of him. “Oh, no, no! We’re just friends, Kacchan. We’ve always been close, but it’s not like that. We’re like siblings, basically.”

Katsuki’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t get it.”

Izuku tilted his head. “Get what?”

“You had all her undivided attention growing up,” Katsuki said, his voice barely a whisper at first, then louder as his frustration bubbled up. “And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He clenched his fists, the words pouring out before he could stop them. “I wanted her to look at me, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair.”

Izuku’s mouth fell open, shock written all over his face. He didn’t know what to say, the confession hanging in the air between them. Katsuki kept going, almost like he couldn’t stop himself.

“And now you’re telling me you don’t even like her?” he asked, incredulous. His voice cracked slightly, and he hated how vulnerable he sounded, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

Izuku stared at Katsuki for a long moment, processing everything. He knew. He had always known about your feelings for Katsuki, ever since you’d confided in him back in middle school. He’d kept it a secret, though, respecting your wishes. But now, seeing Katsuki like this, he couldn’t just stay quiet.

“Kacchan,” Izuku started slowly, choosing his words carefully, “I think you should talk to Y/N about this, not me.”

Katsuki blinked, his confusion deepening. “Huh?”

Izuku stood up, giving Katsuki a gentle, knowing smile. “Trust me, Kacchan, she feels the same way.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened. “Same way about what?!”

But Izuku was already heading toward the dorms, leaving Katsuki behind to stew in his thoughts.

The silence that followed was deafening. Katsuki’s mind raced as he tried to piece everything together. Could it be true? Could you really feel the same way he did?

A month had now passed and you all had graduated, and UA's once-bustling dorms were now quiet, most of the students already packed up and gone, ready to take on the next chapter of their lives. Bakugou Katsuki stood by his car, having finished loading his belongings. He hadn’t stopped thinking about that night- about the conversation with Midoriya. About you.

He had replayed Izuku’s words over and over in his mind: “Trust me, she feels the same way.”

But what did that mean? Could it be true? After years of feeling like a shadow in your life, of competing for your attention with Deku, the thought that you could have possibly felt the same way about him all this time was too much for him to fully process.

As he carried the last box from his dorm, Bakugou passed by your room, the door wide open. He glanced inside and saw you still packing, surrounded by half-filled boxes and scattered belongings. Typical. You always took your time with things like this.

Clearing his throat, he stepped into the doorway. “You’re takin’ your damn time, huh? Everyone else is done.”

You looked up, surprised to see him but greeting him with a soft smile. "Katsuki. Shouldn’t you know by now how much of a procrastinator I am?”

He chuckled, a low sound that felt strange to him even now. “Yeah, I know.” It got quiet after that. Bakugou stood there, awkward in the silence, shifting the box in his arms. He wasn’t used to this- this tension between you two. For once, you didn’t seem to be looking at him through the lens of just another friend. He couldn’t explain it, but the air between you felt charged, and Bakugou hated how it made his heart race.

You hated the silence, too. Desperate to fill the void, you opened your mouth to say something, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Remember that night? After the hangout?” He started, voice rough, avoiding your eyes. “When you left, I talked to Deku.”

You blinked, nodding slightly as if encouraging him to continue.

“He told me I should talk to you. That you… felt the same way.” He hesitated, his pride making the next part difficult. “But I don’t get what the hell he was talkin’ about. What did he mean?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “Was that all he said? It sounds incomplete.”

Bakugou groaned, frustrated. You were always doing this- making him dig deeper. But he had already started this conversation, and now there was no turning back.

“You know, yn, our entire lives, you were always closer to damn Deku,” Bakugou gritted out, the words coming fast and hard. “The one thing I ever wanted was for your attention to be on me, not that damn nerd. But it never seemed to go my way. You could never take your damn eyes off him.”

You swallowed hard, shocked at how raw his words were. Bakugou wasn’t one to open up, let alone admit something like this.

“I guess I just never understood why,” he continued, the frustration growing evident in his tone. “I did everything in my power to make it go my way. For you to notice me, even acknowledge me. But it never seemed to go that way, huh?”

The silence that followed his outburst felt suffocating. Bakugou hated it, hated how vulnerable he felt after saying so much. But before he could backtrack or cover it up, he forced himself to continue.

“But I’m glad we got closer these last few years,” he muttered, softer now, his eyes fixed on a random spot on the floor. “It’s all younger me could’ve asked for. I don’t say this much, and you probably won’t hear it from me again, so listen up. I’m glad we were friends.”

The words hung in the air for a moment, and you could hardly breathe. Bakugou… was glad? He wasn’t angry, wasn’t frustrated with how things turned out? After all these years?

You didn’t know what to say, so you fell back on humor, hoping to lighten the mood. “You said ‘were friends.’ I’m not gonna let you get rid of me that easily, Bakugou. We’ll see each other. I’ll make sure of it.”

Bakugou chuckled, but the weight of the moment still lingered. You hated it. You hated feeling like there was something left unsaid, something too big to ignore any longer.

So, before you could lose your nerve, you spoke up, your voice softer than usual. “You know, Bakugou… while you’re here, I should admit something.”

He raised an eyebrow, curious now. “What?”

“The reason I pushed you away all those years ago… it’s because I had a huge, fat crush on you.” You laughed, though the sound was nervous, unsure. “Being a dumb middle schooler, I thought that if I focused on Izuku, it’d help me get rid of those feelings. But all I ended up doing was accidentally blocking you out. I’m sorry for that.”

Bakugou stared at you, processing your words slowly, before his eyes narrowed. “Had?”

“Hm?”

“You said ‘had.’ You ‘had a crush on me.’” His tone was tense now, eyes locked onto you, searching.

“Yeah,” you replied, nervously laughing again. “I guess I never told you. I had the fattest crush on you.”

“What about now?”

The question caught you off guard. “What?”

“What about now, yn?” Bakugou dropped the box in his arms and took a step closer, his body language suddenly more intense, more focused. He was agitated now, his frustration bubbling to the surface again. “yn, I just poured my heart out to you. Flat-out told you how I felt, how much I wanted your attention- how much clearer do you want me to be? I love you, yn. Is there any- any sliver of you that still has feelings for me?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart racing as you processed his words. But all you could do was nod.

He didn’t hesitate. “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded again, barely able to manage a breath as Bakugou closed the space between you. When his lips met yours, it was fierce, raw, but there was something so undeniably gentle about it. Every emotion, every unresolved feeling, every year of longing was poured into that kiss. The tension of the past years melted into something warm and real between you.

And as you stood there in the quiet of your half-packed dorm room, the weight of the unspoken finally lifted, replaced by the comfort of knowing that maybe, just maybe, you both had been waiting for this moment all along.

a/n lowkwy half assed the ending sorry but i really do love this quote😭

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THAT’S THAT ME ESPRESSO (TTME)

Chapter 34- You ight ☕️

You heard the sound of footsteps on the sand coming from behind you. Turning around, you saw a figure wearing a black cap and sun glasses.

Taking off the glasses, you realized it was Scaramouche. You hadn’t seen him since that night at your studio.

He still had his piercing eyes that you loved so much and his deep indigo hair that fell perfectly into his symmetrical face. He kept on looking better and better every time you saw him.

“So are you going to stand there or what?” Scaramouche’s voice interrupted your thoughts.

You cleared your throat before replying, “Um yeah, let’s find somewhere to talk first. I know a spot.”

You began walking to the giant rocks that the ocean’s waves were hitting. It was far enough where people wouldn’t see the two of you. As you were walking, you weren’t saying anything to each other, making the tension in the air awkward.

He helped you climb onto a rock where the two of you are now sitting on.

Neither of you spoke up yet and there was still an awkwardness in the air. You didn’t know what to say and it seemed like neither did he. You both were just staring at the ocean.

You mustered up the courage to finally speak, “I’m really sorry for all the times I have gotten mad at you for tiny things and for always blocking you without telling you the reason why. I’ve never been good with expressing my emotions which always led to miscommunication. I know it’s definitely not the most healthy way to cope with things.” Your voice trailed off when you realized you started rambling.

However, there was still silence coming from his end so you decided to continue, “I guess I’ve always been a people pleaser and in turn I felt like I couldn’t express how I felt to the other person. I was afraid they might dislike me if I ever said no or set a type of boundary. That’s the reason why I would get mad and not tell you why. I liked you so much that I could never tell you. I thought that you would never want to date me even if the circumstances were different. I pretended to be fine with whatever situationship we had going on. I would act in ways to make you jealous just so I can see if you actually cared about me. It’s such a stupid thing to do and I know I should’ve done something about it sooner.”

Scaramouche continued staring at the ocean. He still didn’t say anything which started to cause you to worry.

Did he hate you? Was he mad? Does he think you’re dumb?

You started to regret to opening up your mouth too much and began overthinking.

He locked eyes with yours before finally responding, “I have always liked you Y/n. From the moment we started talking, not a day has gone by where I haven’t thought of you. I was in agony that I couldn’t be with you, I tried to forget about you. I tried forcing myself to hate you because I didn’t want to burden you. I always knew how much you cared for me but I tried burying my feelings for you aside.”

His confession took you by surprise. You hadn’t realized that all this time, this was the one thing eating him up inside.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he already beat you to it, “If I don’t say this last thing now, I’m not sure if I will be able to again. As I said before, I always liked you and I always will. When I first recognized this, I backed out and gave mixed signals. I told you this before but my mother abandoned me when I was young. To this day I have no idea why but I guess I’ll never get an answer. I put all my emotions towards her so when she left I closed it all off. I was worried that if I put my emotions towards someone again, they'll end up leaving me too. I tried pushing you away because I was scared of having someone care.”

You were left speechless. You weren’t sure on what to say and ended up pulling Scaramouche into a tight embrace instead. His head was in the crook of your neck as he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry for getting more people involved than there should’ve been. I’ll never leave you for anything. I’ll always stay by your side no matter what. I wish I hadn’t acted stupid,” You finally replied to him.

He broke apart from the hug and placed a hand on the side of your face, “Don’t feel sorry, I was the one who caused you to act the way you did. I promise I’ll be more reliable to you. I promise I won’t cause you to be in anymore pain.”

You had a full view of his high cheekbones and strong jawline. His full lips were curved into a sheepish smile. You would give up anything to have him continue to smile at you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his lips. They felt the same but this kiss was different from the last. It was slower but more relaxed and romantic. He snaked his hand on the curve of your back for additional leverage. You were praying to not get spotted this time.

This kiss was more addictive than a drug. Every time you wanted to stop, he would pull your face in to continue. You melted into one another perfectly, as if you were meant for each other. You weren’t bullshitting when you said that you’ll never leave and neither was he. Scaramouche was the forest and you were the fire that always set him ablaze.

The two of you finally broke apart and smiled at one another. You felt relieved that you were able to get this weight off your chest, you didn’t regret it one bit.

“Yeah you cool, you aight type shit,” You chuckled breaking the silence.

Scaramouche flicked your forehead while rolling his eyes, “Nothing is stopping me from pushing you into the ocean you know.”

“If you do I’ll drag you down with me,” You responded as you rested your head against his shoulder.

He wrapped his arm around you. The both of you watched the sunset and the waves crashing onto the rocks down below.

Everything had now fallen into place.

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A/N: I was lowkey smiling when i was writing this 😭😭 The most romantic thing i haver ever experienced was making out in the rain but the guy ended up ghosting me the following week 😓

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Synopsis: You’re a new idol that just debuted under ‘Fontaine Entertainment’ with your new single ‘Espresso.’ You just graduated high school which means all your classmates are shocked to see you into stardom. Including your old situationship, who happens to be an actor.

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Car Sex (Matt)

Request: your writing makes me go wild. would you be able to write something about the reader and matt dating , so they get like zero privacy and fuck in the car the idea has been rotting my brain i fear/Matt takes you for a late-night drive and you end up fucking in the backseat/Earned It by The Weeknd plays on aux in Matt's car. Both Matt & y/n get in the mood, proceed to fuck in the car the rest of the night/Teasing Matt while he’s driving smut

Warnings: Sex, slight overstimulation, car sex, road head, fingering, cum eating, cute fluffy little moment at the end

Matt’s pov

I love living with my brothers, I really do, but I hate that they don’t know what privacy is. Y/n, my girlfriend of 3 years, lives with us as well, me and her have the master bedroom, which is the biggest. As much as I love my brothers, I don’t love when Nick literally steals Y/n away when we’re having movie nights or cuddling. And I most definitely fucking hate it when Chris ALWAYS ruins the mood, even if we lock the door he’ll pound on it until we open it. Sometimes he’ll even come into our room at night just to sleep next to me like when we were younger, thank god Y/n loves them both as much as I do, or else shit would be awkward.

Tonight I had planned for us to go see a movie at the drive-in, I even put down the seats in the back of her SUV and put blankets and squishmallows (Y/n’s favorite) as pillows back there to make it comfy. Nick and Chris had tried to invite themselves but I wasn’t going to let them ruin another one of my dates just because they think of Y/n as a little sister. Y/n and I hadn’t seen each other all day, we were both super busy so we were really looking forward to tonight but we definitely had an unexpected change of plans. When Y/n got back from her day with Madi she took a shower and got dressed in some comfy clothes, opting to blow dry her hair because it was cold outside.

I love seeing her like this when she only wears mascara and that damn strawberry lipgloss that I love so much along with some sweatpants and a sweatshirt. God, it was my favorite look on her, especially when the sweater she’d wear was mine. I was wearing basically the same thing but I had a backwards fitted on as well. It was starting to get dark so we decided to leave, the universe however, clearly didn’t want us to go on a fucking date because when we started driving on the freeway towards the drive-in theater, it started pouring, meaning all movies were now canceled. “Fuck, man! Why can’t I just take my girlfriend out on a decent date!” I yelled, hitting the steering wheel.

Y/n’s pov

I understand why Matt got mad, but honestly, there was no reason for him to be, I was already just enjoying being alone with him right now. “Babe it’s okay, we can still go up to that one private view. And we can watch something on my Macbook, it’s still in my car from yesterday. Let’s make the most of our alone time” I told him while rubbing his arm. Matt just nodded, clearly upset that his plan got ruined by the weather, “Plus I can finally makeout with you and not have to worry about getting interrupted” I added, half-joking.

Matt still looked upset so I moved my hand onto his thigh, I saw Matt quickly glance at me but neither of us said anything. I kept my hand there while I changed the playlist to a more relaxed and vibey one, occasionally tightening my grip on his thigh. I noticed the way that simple action got to him as he slowly started to get hard. We were almost to the overlook so I decided to start teasing Matt a bit, we hadn’t been able to have sex for a while so I moved my hand to rest over his growing hard-on. “Y/n” he said in a warning tone, “Matthew” I tested back with a smirk.

I started rubbing Matt over his sweatpants as we started driving up the little mountain when Earned It by The Weeknd started playing. This song seems to always get us in the mood so I decided to slip my hand into Matt’s sweatpants, lightly squeezing and rubbing his cock over his boxers. The car stopped and the music ended as Matt threw it in park and took the keys out of the ignition. He grabbed my wrist, pulling it out of his pants, and clicked the thing to unbuckle both of our seatbelts before he grabbed my jaw turning me to face him.

“Why are you always such a fucking tease” he asked in frustration, “Because I miss being able to touch my boyfriend whenever I want. I miss your cock Matty” I whined back as a response. Matt sighed, knowing I was right and he missed that too, but still pressed a very needy kiss to my lips. “Fuck I missed this side of you! Get in the back for me princess, we’re gonna take advantage of this alone time” he smirked as he kicked off his shoes. I did the same before hoping in the back through the center console area, Matt followed right after he took off his fitted.

“Hi” he giggled “Hi Matt” I giggled back, Matt looked at me with a smirk while biting his lip as he turned on the overhead light like they do in car videos. “Stop looking at me like that, you’re making me nervous” I blushed as he scooted closer to me, “I want you to get naked for me so I can finally feel your tight pussy around my cock again” he whispered in my ear before helping me take my hoodie off. We both took our sweats off as well, as well as my panties, Matt had pushed me so my back was against the door behind the driver’s side, sitting to the right of me.

He gripped my jaw, pulling me closer and mumbling, “God, I missed this” before smashing our lips together. Matt did this one thing that makes me literally go feral, he straddles me and essentially sits on my lap. I literally find it so fucking hot when he does that, especially when he’s the dominant one. I immediately moved one hand to start palming his hard cock, moving my kisses down his jaw to his neck where I sucked multiple hickies into the skin, probably more than I should’ve.

“That’s right baby, mark me up and claim me so everyone knows I’m yours” Matt groaned before pulling my head up to makeout again. This time the makeout was rough and wet, full of clashing teeth and needy tongues. Moans were exchanged between each other’s mouths until Matt pulled away, due to me starting to jerk him off over his boxers. “Babe don’t d-do that, you’re gonna make me cum before I can even get inside of you” he mumbled before moving us to lay down. “Then take your boxers off and fuck me already, I need it so bad Matty” I whined in frustration, making him laugh as we moved so I was laying down.

“Mhm I forgot how bossy you can be, I’ve missed it but I gotta stretch you out first babe” he said while hovering over me, slipping his right hand between our bodies. He ran his fingers through my folds, “Who got you this wet baby” he teased cockily as he brought up his shiny wet fingers. “You did! You did Matt, missed your cock so much” I whined before he shoved those two fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. “Suck” he demanded, causing me to moan around his fingers, “That’s right baby, make those fingers nice and wet for me, even though you don’t really need to” he added, smirking at me.

Once Matt deemed my fingers wet enough, he stuck them both into me, groaning at how I could barely take his two fingers. After a couple of minutes of stretching me out I had to stop him, “Matt, I think I’m stretched out enough and if you don’t stop I’m going to end up cumming on your fingers instead of your cock” I whined. “Alright” is all he replied with, taking his fingers out and putting them in his mouth “Mmm fuck, I love the way you taste” he added before pulling down his boxers.

Matt leaned down to start sucking hickies onto my boobs as he eased himself into me but I wasn’t here for slow sex. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer so his cock slammed into me “Shit baby, you’re so tight” he groaned. Matt started to slowly thrust into me, letting me get used to his size, “Matty please stop being gentle, need you to really fuck me!” I whimpered out. That was all Matt needed to hear before he ruthlessly started pounding into me. It’s a good thing nobody really knows about this place because if anyone came up here they’d definitely know we were having sex.

The car was shaking, windows were fogged up, and I’m sure our lewd moaning could be heard from outside of the car. I pulled Matt’s head away from my neck, where he was leaving lots of hickies to match his neck, and placed our lips together. I started sucking on Matt’s tongue and running my tongue across the roof of his mouth, two things that drive him absolutely insane. He let out a deep, throaty groan as his left arm, my favorite because of the tattoos, came up to start toying with my nipples, pinching them and rolling them between his fingers.

“Babe— FUCK- pl-please choke me! I’m so close, I just need a little bit more” I moaned as we pulled apart, one of my hands was scratching down Matt’s back while the other was tightly gripping his hair. “Yeah? Want me to choke you so you can cum for me? Gonna cum on my cock while I fill you up?” he rambled out between grunts. His left hand wrapped tightly around my throat, applying just the right amount of pressure as Matt’s thrusts got both faster and harder.

“Shit! Matt, cum with me!” I moaned right before I came hard around his cock. After a few more thrusts, Matt let out an animalistic growl as he shot his load into me. I didn’t even have time to calm down from cumming when Matt did something he’s never done before. He pulled out and immediately went down and started eating me out as both of our cum oozed out of me, he’s literally never eaten me out after cumming in me before. And as amazing as this felt I was already feeling overstimulated, considering I didn’t get to come down from my first high.

Matt’s Pov

I missed eating Y/n out so much that when we both finally came I couldn’t control myself, she hadn’t even caught her breath before I went down on her. Usually, I would have never even thought about eating Y/n out after cumming in her, I always do it before we fuck, but today I was just in the moment. It honestly might sound disgusting, but my own cum tastes pretty good, and mixed with hers it’s just 10x better. “Fuck— Matt! M-Matt, stop I’m too sen-sensitive!” Y/n moaned about me as she pulled on my hair and kept trying to wriggle away.

I was in such a daze right now that I got fed up with her continuous moving. I slapped Y/n’s thigh pretty hard, a lot harder than I intended anyway, and pulled away for a second. “Y/n, stop fucking moving! I’m finally getting to give my sexy ass girlfriend head and I’m not stopping!” I growled out. Grabbing her thighs, I held them down as I started sucking our cum out of her pussy before I started fucking it with my tongue.

Y/n pulled my hair as I was sucking on her clit, causing me to groan against her. “Mhm Matt I’m gonna cum again— FUCK!” she cried out as she came all over my face. I let her actually catch her breath and come down from her high this time while I put my boxers and sweats back on since we needed to go home soon. It was now about 2:45am and I was exhausted, “I love you so much Y/n, I missed doing this” I said right before I softly kissed her, helping her put her panties back on.

“God, that was so hot babe! I totally wasn’t expecting you to do that” she said, still in shock. I felt myself slowly starting to get hard again while I put my shirt back on, helping Y/n/n get dressed. I gave her another soft kiss before climbing back into the front, offering Y/n my hand so she could do the same before putting my hat back on. “Are you ready to go back home princess?” I asked softly, placing a short kiss on her lips with a smile. “Mmm, I dunno. I think I need another kiss” Y/n replied softly, the only sound to be heard was the pitter-patter of the rain against the SUV.

We shared a few more soft kisses, smiling into them, but I had to pull away before we started making out again. “All better?” I asked, getting a hum back as an answer before I started driving. “Hey Matty, are you still hard?” Y/n pouted, “Uhh ye-yeah, don’t worry about it though. You just looked so hot and fucked out after I ate you out that I got hard again. It’s not a problem” I nervously replied back, not wanting her to think it wasn’t good enough.

Before I knew it, Y/n had her hand in my sweats and was teasingly rubbing my cock. “Babe-“ I started but Y/n cut me off, “You’re gonna say ‘you don’t have to do that’ and I know, but I want to” she said in a dominating tone. I just stayed quiet, knowing I wouldn’t win this fight. I was at a stop light when Y/n moved to lean over the center console and pulled my dick out making my breath hitch at both her cold hand and the air. I was at a loss for words as I’ve never gotten road head before and Y/n usually isn’t this bold or dominating.

“Y/n/n, what are you doing?” I asked in a panic as she spit on my cock, spreading it and the precum across my throbbing cock. “Shut up and drive Matthew” she said before taking my tip into her mouth. Unexpectedly, she deepthroated me causing my grip on the wheel to tighten and my breathing to pick up. Y/n started to hollow out her cheeks, creating a tight suction around my cock as she moved back up to suck on the head again. She started humming around my cock causing me to whimper as I tried to maintain focus on the road, which thankfully was empty.

“You like that, don’t you Matty” she asked in a seductive voice before going back to sucking me off, “Y-Yeah, but it’s- fuck- it’s hard to focus on the road when you’re doing that” I whined back. “B-But don’t stop, please don’t fucking stop!” I added as I was getting closer to cumming. Thankfully we had just stopped at another red light, I pushed her head all the way down on my cock, causing her to gag and holding it there while I came down her throat. “Shit— So good for me baby! Fuck, just like that!” I groaned loudly as she swirled her tongue around the tip before pulling off with a pop.

Y/n swallowed my cum before tucking my, now soft, dick back into my pants. “The lights green Matty” she laughed, pulling me out of my trance, “Huh? Oh shit” I said when I realized the was, in fact, now green. The rest of the way home, we sat in a comfortable silence and held hands on the center console. When we pulled up into the driveway, I got out and rushed to the other side to open Y/n’s door. What I didn’t expect was for her to take off my hat and grab me by the collar of my shirt before kissing me in the pouring rain.

As cheesy as it sounds, it was like a scene straight out of a movie, us standing there kissing while our hair and clothes got wet, stupidly smiling into the kiss. Unfortunately, unlike the movies, we got interrupted after like 3 or 4 minutes by none other than, you guessed it! Nicolas Sturniolo, “Can you guys stop fucking making out and come inside? It’s late, you were supposed to be back hours ago!” both me and Y/n let out a groan before walking inside. “Sorry dad, we got busy” Y/n joked, “I am NOT your father, this isn’t fucking Star Wars” Nick replied dramatically. As expected, we found Chris in our room on his phone.

“Out” is all I said while rolling my eyes, “And a hello to you too Matthew” he replied sarcastically, finally looking up at us. “Why are you wet?” he asked but Y/n just grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to the door. “I’m cold and want to change, get out or I’ll suck Matt’s dick again in front of you” she said shoving him out. “Again!?” both my brothers questioned, “Yeah, again! Deadass had to fuck my girlfriend in the car on a mountain because you two fuckers don’t give us any privacy!” I yelled at them slamming and locking the door. Y/n just giggled, pulling me to our closet to get changed before we laid down. Finally getting to cuddle and have the rest of the day to ourselves without any annoying distractions.

[northernstar9]

In a relationship with caitlyn kiramman (fluff. SFW)

fem!reader

Your guys' meeting was somewhat casual. she was awkward and shy at first but slowly let her hair loose around you, eventually asking you out in the most romantic expensive way you can imagine. Dinner at a fancy place, flowers, and at the end of the night took you into a calm quite area so she could tell you her feelings.

Physical touch and gift giving are her primary love language. She always makes sure to meet all your desires, needs, and wants regardless of how unrealistic they may seem she goes to the ends of the earth for you. Likes to kiss and touch you ear kisses and neck kisses are her favorites. gives you random gifts out of nowhere and spoils you rotten.

Always teases you. lets her witty and sarcastic side take over and often pokes fun at you in the cutest way possible

Takes the liberty to write you poems and express her love to you through the art of wring. often leaving notes to you and giving you hand written letters

Takes you to the shooting range with her to practice her skills and loads of times teaches you how to shoot a gun

Is very clingy. always tries to finish work so she can go back and see you clinging onto you the rest of the night

Whenever she gets the chance she always loves to hop in the shower with you and washing your hair.

Very calm and gentle with you sometimes babying you

Knows EXACTLY how you want to be treated and treats you accordingly even before you have to ask.

Often takes you out on luxurious dates shopping at your favorite places and buys you the most expensive accessories or whatever you like.

Very attentive and listens to whatever you have to say. if you say you like something you'll have it within the same hour

If she upsets you she gives you your space and tries to make it up to you after a few hours by buying you your favorite chocolates flowers and even tries hand making something for you, then spoiling you endless kisses and cuddles

At the beginning of your guys relationship she would sneak you into her room so her parents wouldn't take notice of you. you guys would giggle as you stumbled your way into her room

you would always introduce her to different artists and styles of music as she didn't really know a lot of things are her music taste is quite bland

After introducing her to new music you and her would dance around in her room to it in the most fun way possible it was terrible but great memories.

When she finally introduced you to her parents she was nervous of what they might think,, nonetheless she didn't care as she loved and would go to war for you. her mum wasn't very fond of you but her dad adored you simply because caitlyn loved you. soon after her mum and you got close and she ended up being fond of you for making her daughter happy.

After introducing you to her parents you got invited to many soirees filled to the brim with rich snobby people, which you hated. Caitlyn had to engage with all of them to keep the popularity of the kiramman family. As soon as she was done, you both would sneak off and get far away from everyone to have some alone time in order to make out, drink, make fun of all the rich asshats, and have lighthearted heartwarming conversation

Took you to many new places to explore outside of piltover and showing you all around the world.

Everytime she had a stressful day she'd cuddle up next to you to binge watch trash tv and have a good laugh.

Would always cook you your favorite meals and breakfast in bed

Has a really bad sweet tooth and would always take you to different shops to eat sweets and be together

Loved having deep conversations with you and found deep comfort in venting to you about her life has a kid and all the pressure she felt growing up

Gives you random compliments. simply adores and cherishes your mere existence.

Goes on mini rants to you to everyone and likes to show you off.

Randomly drops a long heartfelt statement about how much she loves you and how you make the happiest girl on planet earth.

thats it. thank you for reading!!! if you like this and wanna make a request you are more than free to ^^ have a good day lovelies <3

take this heart for an extra good day

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[hunnysnoops]

ミ★ 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒦𝓎𝓁𝑒 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓋𝓈𝓀𝒾 𝐻𝒞𝓈 ★彡

(+some general)

MASTERLIST

Doesn’t crush often but when he does, he crushes hard

Hot take- we would not choose a study date as a first date

^ I see him as the kinda guy who dates with a long term goal in mind and would want to get to know someone well off the bat

^ Bro is not messing around- he would want a first date where the two of you talk a lot and he can get to know you before committing

^I think his ideal first date would be a movie then a cafe/restaurant. Movie first so there’s a couple hours to ease the awkward first date tension and then coffee/food to talk about the movie and eventually branch the conversation out

He sends those cryptic texts like “be alert…” when there was mugging in town or something

Tags you in every post he sees. You’ll wake up and check social media to thirty messages in your inbox and they’re all from Kyle

The kinda guy to be like “Did you look at the post I sent you about the guy at the bus stop?”

Got his account banned on Twitter and went absolutely ballistic while you tried to calm him down

Runs Hay Day like it’s the navy

Definitely the type to be hooked on his phone until it dies and then complain that you’re on yours “Bro, let’s just talk about the political and economic state of the world right now…”

This might be another hot take but I don’t think he would want a childish partner, he want to be your boyfriend not your dad

^Having to zip up your coat, tie your shoelaces, or cut your food- I don’t think he would mind doing it a couple times but repeating offences would irritate him

Not big on pet names

^ I think he would be one to call you ‘bro’ ‘man’ and ‘dude’ a lot just out of habit but would probably just call you an abbreviation of your name if anything

^ perhaps babe on very rare occasion

HATES PDA

^ I fear I may have many hot takes in this post

^He would be pretty touchy in private but in public? Hell no

^ talks shit about couples who can’t keep their hands off each other in public and absentmindedly wrinkles his nose in disgust

^ the only PDA he would accept is hand holding or a quick hug

Calls and FaceTimes you out of the blue but will immediately hang up if you’re busy or with other people and call back later

He is either the most sound sleeper ever or he wakes up at the drop a pin- either way, he always ends up slinging his lanky arms around you

He’s weirdly good with hair and would have no problem braiding yours or styling it

Super supportive aspiration wise

^ sports games? He’s the loudest in the crowd. Theatre? He’s on the edge of his seat watching. Art? He’s looking at your creations like they’re in a museum.

If you have bad habits (smoking, drinking, etc.) he would try to ease you out of them but if that fails it would definitely cause conflict in the relationship

Has his moments where he snaps at you

Fights wouldn’t be often but they would be big

He would enjoy playful banter and someone who challenges him to improve

I think he would enjoy a lot of the lower beats of the relationship like staying in to watch movies, cooking together, walking and talking, silently enjoying each others company, etc.

He posts Instagram carrousels and every single one has a picture of you in it

Doesn’t even entertain people who try to flirt with him “No, thanks.” “I’m dating someone.” “I’m good.”

Shows you Reddit posts and complains about how obviously fake they are

Gets irritated by bad acting in movies “He called her Courtney Dove, fucking idiot.” “Why does she chew like that?” “Her accent sounds fake.”

Has a secret TikTok account and doesn’t know that you watch his videos on a fake account

He is well aware of rage bait but it still makes him mad because so many people fall for it so he’ll end up commenting anyways

Easily jealous

^ if he sees you talking to another guy he doesn’t trust he’ll insert himself into the conversation and pretend he knows what’s going on

Checks up on you a lot

^ He just has to know that you're okay, he has to be sure that you're safe and that if something were to happen, you would call him without thinking twice.

He wants to communicate but he’s lowkey really bad at it and can’t get in an argument with you without yelling

I imagine him as a runner

^ he’ll probably run to your house at ungodly hours, drink some water, give you a kiss, and keep running

^also lovvvves to show you his stats

He’s really good at cooking and always takes control when you two are cooking/baking together

Didn’t want to dress up on Halloween but you ultimately coerced him into doing a corny couples costume

Has a longer skincare routine than you do

He’s one of those guys to pretend to hate the reality shows and soap operas that you watch- he’ll peak from his phone, then stand from behind the couch and then he’s fully invested in the plot

[adventuringblind]

is oscar the only driver you do autistic!reader for? if not can I request lando x daniel x autistic!reader.

any situation is fine I don't mind 😊

My love, my life, and nerodivergent partners in crime

Daniel Riccairdo x reader x Lando Norris

Genre: angsty fluff (I think)

Summarry: How Daniel managed to keep two nerdiverdent young adults in line... nobody will ever know

Warnings: Lando is ADHD coded, and you can't change my mind (and he's dyslexic anyway), AGE GAP, Max loves to tease

Notes: I am officially only taking requests for poly reader inserts at this time. Also, do Lando and Daniel have a ship name?!?! I need this information for my masterlist, please, and thanks.

Masterlist

Everyone always wondered why Daniel Ricciardo trailed behind Lando Norris and his girlfriend by three steps. People have theorized its because he's thirdwheeling. Some say the pair doesn't pay attention to him.

The real reason, though? It's his way of showing he cares in the paddock.

Max teases him about it all the time and is the only one who gets away with it. The two younger are, however, a chaotic mess. They can not make it from one place to another without something happening. So Daniel trails behind them a few steps to make sure they make it to their destination.

It's certainly wasn't an ideal way to get together. Especially because Daniel is older than both by more than is socially acceptable by most.

Ironically, none of them were together when Daniel started at McLaren. An Australian who smiles a lot, a Brit who is loose lipped, and a shy little psychologist who hates talking until you get her on driver brains and how they work. What could possibly go wrong?

She started work at McLaren the year before Daniel. Something in the strategy department. She watches and listens and somehow can predict what the drivers are going to do, what they need to perform, and how their opponents might respond. Lando says it's a superpower. Daniel says she's autistic and watches how people behave for a living (she agrees with him).

The three of them got along better than anyone wants to admit. The world saw then as awkward and dysfunctional. Which wasn't a lie, but it's also just their combinations of personalities.

Daniel picked up on it first. The stolen glances and blushed cheeks. Then, drunk confessions happen. Neither of the younger two like drinking. Which is ridiculous, in Daniel's opinion. Or maybe it was ridiculous because he's the one who drunkenly confesses to the pair while they attempt to get him back to his room.

Supposedly, Max was there and heard everything. Daniel denies this relentlessly.

Lando picked up on the confession, confronted him about it, and then awkwardly kissed him on his tip toes (he was shorter then).

The biggest hurdle was the female. The one who studies people. The one who can predict what Daniel is going to have for lunch on Friday at two because he likes to eat later.

She's clueless.

Lando tries to tell her. Daniel attempts sober. She doesn't get it.

The two have to put it in the form of a business meeting and tell her until she gets it. That seems to work as they end up going on a date post confession.

If he's being honest, half the time love them is really just making sure they are getting along with the world. Not people, the environments they end up in (which often includes the people).

So Daniel walks three steps behind them. The people tease on socials. They edit him in tiktoks. But he could care less.

He loves his two nerodivergent partners. He loves their little quirks and they way they see the world. So Daniel determines he's okay being behind them. Because he loves them and wants nothing more than to watch out for his partners in crime.

[pigeonpeach]

Puppy Love!

Diluc x fem!reader

Cw: none.

He’s been yearning from the start. When you were little and your father would bring you to the winery. He caught sight of you once as you stomped on the grapes. Laughing and giggling. Your smile caught his eye, sending unfamiliar emotions overwhelming his little brain making him panic. He thought he was dying!

He avoided you then. It took some prodding from Adelinde for him to finally open up about his symptoms. To which she couldn’t help but laugh. When his father came home he talked to Diluc about it. He explained that he was in love, that these feelings are normal and nothing to be ashamed of.

Crepus tried to encourage him not to stay stagnant, in the end you two became friends. Strangely the game he wanted to play most with you was house, and he insisted you were the mom and he the dad,Kaeya always as the baby. It was amusing for Crepus and Adelinde seeing him be so protective at such a young age.

Surprisingly though, even as you aged his feelings didn’t disappear. In fact it got worse. Now a young teenager, going through hormones and workouts, he strived to be big and strong so you would fawn over him as you did the other knights. He showed off more, even staying up doing curl ups in hopes he’d get the hardest abs known to men. Always trying to find some excuse to show off his strength when you were around. But now that you were older you figured out he liked you. You giggled and smiled in ways that drove him crazy on purpose. You wanted to beckon him to confess, you liked him too! But he kept putting it off. Deep down Diluc was scared of his love for you. But he promised he’d do it someday! He’d make you his, you two would be wed and bounded for eternity!

His 18th birthday wasn’t what he thought. Nor what you did. Everything changed. Everything. Kaeya suddenly avoided his home after Crepus’s death. He seemed distressed and frustrated. Jean seemed stressed out more than ever. You ended up getting closer to those two in that time. Sure you two played together but you had been busy learning a new trade. You had been studying and just received a acceptance letter from Sumeru. But you couldn’t share in your excitement, it felt wrong to. So you left saying goodbye to Kaeya and Jean.

You put all your energy into studying in Sumeru. You refused to think about Diluc and worry about him. You had wasted your life and childhood pinning for him, did he even love you afterall? Had your flirty advances been misguided. His change in confidence been a oversight? You were heartbroken in many ways. You were sad for Diluc, losing his father, confused about his relationship with Kaeya the brother he was stuck to like glue, and his sudden departure and withdrawal from the Knights. You dated in Sumeru, you wanted to distract yourself, wanted to bury those feelings. You socialized and made friends. You were admired greatly and loved sure but you had wanted it to be him deep down. Wanted him to finally say those words.

When you returned to Mondstadt things had also changed again. Of course you knew, Jean became Acting Grandmaster, Kaeya was now the Calvary Captain, and… Diluc was back? Now it was awkward between you two. He had a face so cold you wondered if he hated something as simple as breathing. It pained you to see him like this. So you focused your attention else were, putting your degree to good use in whatever. It also meant you didn’t visit the Winery much. You couldn’t really bare to go either, it was just too much for you.

Strangely Diluc didn’t seem to approach or even acknowledge you until he noticed a Fatui agent flirting with you one day. You weren’t too into it but hey you have needs too! The guy seemed to get too bold way too quickly. One night at Angel’s share you noticed him glaring him down as he chatted with you, until finally he got a bit rowdy when you said you didn’t feel good. Quickly said agent found himself thrown out upon the first protest out of his mouth.

“Are you okay?” Diluc asked as he walked back to you. You couldn’t help but feel nervous, there wasn’t too many guests tonight.

“Yes in fine. I just drank.. a bit much..” you said, your speech a little slurred. He seemed worried.

“Hold on let me get you something.” He said leaving briefly, he came back with water. “Drink, you’ll feel better.” You did so. Your cheeks were rosy, was it from the alcohol or him? Oh god when did he get so tall? He seemed so hot now! Not just because of his vision too.

“T-thanks. It wasn’t that big of a deal.” You said smiling.

“It was though. I noticed him taking out a vial and I had to get him out. I’ll make sure he never comes back in here.” Diluc spoke with such certainty then. That shaky overconfidence replaced with a more secure and strong voice. You couldnt help but oogle him.

“Do you think you could walk me home after this? I just want to make sure nothing bad happens.” You asked, your hand moved a inch closer to his as you drank some more water.

“Of course, you’ll have to wait till closing though. But I’m more than willing to escort you home.” He said with certainty. You couldn’t help but play with your hair a bit, maybe it was more than the alcohol making you feel more attracted to him, he was quite handsome in that jacket.. those gloves too.. and his arms!

“Of course of course. Although with the fatui being so… active maybe its best I avoid my house for now. Unfortunately the Hotel is all sold out.” You played up your distress noticing how his hair seemed to poof uo at the hint of your fear. As if he was ready to scoop you into his arms and carry you off. Or maybe it’s wishful thinking. But you spent genuine years and decades pining for him so you didn’t have much to lose now.

“You can stay at the Winery for tonight. Don’t worry about anything, Adelinde and I will work something out. We have plenty of guest rooms for you to stay in. I’m certain she’d also be glad to see you again.” He said, his face hid any emotions but his eyes gave him away. You realized he was far more expressive if you just focused on his fiery red eyes. He seemed excited to take you home, almost far too eager. You smiled the same smile that sent him falling head over heels all those years ago, chuckling slightly.

“Oh I’ve heard. I’ve just been too busy to visit. I trust she’s doing well right?” Carefully you moved your hand closer to his. You tried not to look at it but from the corner you could see only a little gap.

“She has been a bit annoyed recently. Apparently her two new hires aren’t too diligent and she often has to make them redo their tasks. She complains they gossip too much.” He says. You smile.

“Oh? Isn’t she a gossip herself?” You said recalling from memory how she loved to talk about the latest drama. Your finger stretched out to gently touch his. He seemed to stiffen.

“Yes but she says that she knows how to balance it. From what I’ve seen she’s right, they often just stand and chat alot. But what about you? I heard you went to Sumeru to study correct?” He asked, his hand moving away slightly making you annoyed.

“Well yeah. Honestly it was quite exhausting. And so pricey too! I ended up often having to forage for food more than i’d like and I ended up accidentally taking hallucinogenic mushrooms once because I didn’t bother to research what was edible and not.” You watched him smile. “But i did have some fun, I went on my first date.” You watched his smile fade as he seemed to grow jealous.

“Oh?” He said.

“Yeah, i had plenty of suitors then, a few nights here and there. It was nice. I’m not in anything committed right though.” You moved your hand closer, this time he didn’t move his. He seemed to be overthinking it. You spotted his brows furrowing.

“What about you? Have you dated anyone?” You asked. He shook his head. “Really?!” You couldn’t hold your surprise.

“Yes. Well I was a bit… busy doing other things.. but nowadays there just isn’t any one quite fit for me.” He said, he seemed to eye you though, you felt emboldened by this. Your hand moving ontop of his.

“If you wait too long you might pass up the opportunity.” You say with a wink. You could hardly believe this was the same man who once fell off his horse because he wanted to impress you. His other hand on yours.

“I-god you’re so beautiful.” He said as if he’d been holding that back for so long. You giggled.

“Really? I’m probably a mess right now. I didn’t really put much care into my appearance today.” You say dismissively.

“No no no. You’re stunning. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just… sometimes it feels like I can’t take my eyes off of you.” He admits. You blush, is finally going to confess?

Unfortunately he seems to get cold feet. Clearing his head and pulling away as he clears his throat. You get annoyed, just how long is planning on waiting here?!

“I-its late. I should start closing.” He says. You sigh defeatedly.

“I understand. Just don’t keep me waiting for too long otherwise I’ll just wander out myself.” You say. He stopped then.

“Actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask.” He says pausing. You shot straight up In excitement. “I’d like to get dinner with you if that’s alright.” He said. You smiled, his eyes looking upon you with such love. You knew his plan as he finally got the courage.

“Lets make it a date shall we?” You said teasingly. He blushed.

“I-uh… if you would like to sure.” He said nervously smiling. You stood up to his level and pressed a kiss to his cheek boldly. “O-oh i didn’t realize you were this into me.”

“Buddy, you’ve been stringing me along for years now. You aren’t going to get all shy on me now.” You said gently patting his cheek.

“I-i feel like a idiot now.. if i had known you had felt the same I could’ve avoided so much heartbreak.” He sighed as it all came down on him. “Wait… why didn’t you confess then?”

“I wanted you to! I thought you would look the cutest all flustered and stammering!” You said.

“I would not have been that nervous.”

“You are right now.” You smile smugly.

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Headcanons for Lorenzo Berkshire

• He doesn’t have the best grades, but he does try hard.

• With his mother being Bellatrix. I think her main focus would be on Mattheo, so Lorenzo always shows her what he did better than Mattheo on.

• He is incredibly cocky like the rest of the “Slytherin boys”, since he is a Berkshire, a wealthy pure blood

• He doesn’t really have opinions on Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, but the way he grew up around people who weren’t to fond on Gryffindors it wouldn’t be a house he likes. (Same as Theo’s)

• Most of his crushes would probably be Slytherins.

• Slytherin Keeper, joined in 5th year.

• Has a strained relationship with his father, and tries to please his mother even if she’s ashamed of him.

• He likes someone who is sweet and willing to do outgoing activities with him.

• Is probably one of the nicest out of his group of friends, but still incredibly arrogant.

• Doesn’t get into fights much, but if he really has something against you, he’ll bully you to know end.

• Loves fish, all types.

• Excessive skincare routine, like 30 steps.

• Will flirt with anything that breathes, very flirty.

• Best dressed out of everyone he’s friends with, but is oddly attracted to people who tend to not go over the top. Like more into comfy than nice.

• Favorite color is definitely light green or grey.

• In 3rd year he secretly has a crush on Fred Weasley because Fred winked at him once while passing him in the halls.

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Lorenzo Berkshire as a boyfriend

• Would be a bit awkward with physical touch at the beginning of the relationship; unless you had something going on before the dating started.

• Boys you anything he sees you glance at, one look in that general direction and he’s in the checkout line.

• Would sneak up behind you and give you small kisses anywhere on your skin, neck, cheek, temple, jaw, etc’.

• If you aren’t a Slytherin would have you sit next to him at his house table anyways, if you are he would walk down with you and serve your food.

• Always invites you to come study with him in the library.

• Calls His partner Sweetheart, Sweetie, honey or love/lovey.

• The second he confirms you both love each other he’s planning your future, house, kids, pets, etc’.

• Stares at you randomly throughout the day.

• Always wants to be holding your hand. (I think he would have somewhat clammy hands, so when you let go he gets whiny.)

• When he gets whiny, be it in class or just hanging out he will want to cuddle you immediately, making sure you won’t leave and holding you in his arms.

• Likes to see you with his coat on, so his favorite month is winter just so he could give it to you.

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His Red Flags 🚩

• Would feel so conflicted if his mother didn’t approve of you.

• He doesn’t like you talking to other guys (or girls).

• Hypocrite, he flirts with other people all the time; when you ask him to stop he says he will, but doesn’t.

• If he doesn’t like your friends will try to get you to stop hanging out with them.

• If you’re a muggle born, he would refuse to learn anything about muggles or lula want to meet your family.

• Hates you having friends that you’re super close to, like if he sees you and your best-friend since 1st year, holding hands or touching each other he would get really jealous.

• Gets jealous so easily.

• Most definitely has clammy hands.

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-I don’t say anything about the characters sexuality, due to the fact I don’t know the gender of my audience.-

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Home Pt.3 || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 2.2K~ CW: - Tags: you/your pronouns, jealousy, a bit smutty (if you squint), ANGST (at the end), teen romance, underage drinking, British slang (attempted). a/n: not proofread.

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You remember the first time Simon got jealous. It was sudden and unexpected. It was just a couple weeks after your first kiss (and dry-humping session), when you were still somewhat uncertain of where you stood, of what you were.

All six members of your friend group were hanging out at a pub you knew. A little hole-in-the-wall spot, whose owner/bartender was an old fart not quite fussed about the idea of having underage kids inside, nor about serving them alcohol.

Simon, your cousin Oliver, Archie, Jack, Harry, aka the same boys you met that night a few years before, and Emily, Olly’s girlfriend. Simon and you had been somewhat avoiding each other. You still hung out, but less so in private, too embarrassed and awkward to properly face each other after what you did.

Most of the lads were playing pool in the corner leaving you and Emily to your own devices, parked in a booth in the corner, chatting about all sorts of random things, gossiping, drinking cheap beer, and eating roasted peanuts. The seats all around the two of you were strewn with coats and keys and wallets, belonging to the blokes, which you were unofficially tasked with watching over.

Emily was in the middle of telling you a story about some girls over in her school, the same one Simon went to. Her voice was dramatic and boisterous as she chewed her peanuts a bit too loud and waved her hands and head around, her hoop earrings catching the light a little bit.

You had no clue who the girls she was talking about were, but the way Emily was so determined to tell you about all their transgressions made you hate them by proxy, so you reacted accordingly, shocked and angry, which made Emily giddy, happy that you agreed and saw it as she did.

Emily was your portal for figuring out what exactly the blokes were like when they were in school, something you couldn’t see because you went to a different high school. She told you all about the shenanigans the boys got up to, the fights and arguments and their grades, especially because they were all the same age, a year older than you, and therefore shared many classes.

It was thanks to her that you found out that Simon was good at English Lit, History, and Geography. Simon himself would never admit to liking literature (and you made sure to ask!). You also found out that he loved P.E. class, often being the first out of the locker room to do warm-ups, even if, most of the time, their P.E. class is just the blokes playing football.

You liked Emily and she liked you. She was a bit of a chav, sure, wearing bold make-up, hair greasy more often than not, and chewing gum loudly, but she was nice and chill. She was a recent addition to the group but she treated you super well, always saying that she was a “girls’ girl” and you both made sure to put the boys in their place when they got too rowdy. Not like some of the other girls the lads dated before, who got jealous over your mere existence/friendship.

It was while you were lost in thought, enjoying Emily’s vibrant personality and wild gossip about some girl at their school who got knocked up, that it happened. A couple of tall figures came to the edge of your table.

“Oi babes! What's the craic? Fancy some company?” asked a voice above the two of you. You looked up to find a couple of blokes, about the same age as you, smirking as they leaned into the booth next to you.

“Oh, thanks, but we're okay.” You said politely, your face showing disinterest.

“Just the two of you?” His friend said. You gave Emily a look and then tried to look between the two lads, just barely catching sight of the five blokes that composed your friend group standing around the pool table… completely clueless.

“No, our mates are around. We’re just having a little quiet time for ourselves.” Emily added as she glanced at the blokes, chewing her peanuts quite loudly.

“Quiet? Boring, more like. We know how to liven things up!” One of the blokes said and smirked, nudging his buddy with his elbow.

“Yeah, come on, don't be like that. We're just here to have a laugh!” The second one said, his voice playful and seductive (or his best attempt at it).

“We're good lads, promise.” The first bloke added, to which his buddy nodded in agreement. “I’m Josh, and this is Liam.” He introduced the both of them.

“Yeah, we can see that. But we're really just here to catch up with each other.” You replied bluntly, your voice losing some of the politeness it held until now.

“Catching up, eh? Well, we're good at that too!” Josh said while sliding down onto the booth next to Emily, forcing her to scoot away.

“Got some stories that'd make you laugh for days,” Liam added, scooting into the booth next to you, an arm coming to wrap over the back of the booth, dangerously close to setting around your shoulders.

“I'm sure you do. But really, we're fine. Cheers.” Emily replied as she tried to shoo off Josh with a dismissive wave. But neither of the blokes was taking a hint.

“How about a dance then? I reckon we'd be the best dance partners you've ever had.” Liam suggested as he began leaning close to you.

His hand began sliding across your shoulder, which was exposed in a spaghetti-strapped top. You smacked his hand off you and scooted away as well. “What's the rush, darlin'? We're just trying to be friendly!” Liam said defensively.

As Josh and Liam exchanged confident glances, thinking they'd make another attempt to charm the two of you, the atmosphere shifted. Simon had suddenly joined the scene, Olly was already jogging up behind him, as the blond lad stood ever imposing in front of the booth.

“Everything okay here, ladies?” Olly asked as he glanced down at Liam and Josh. He didn’t look pleased by the scene, just like Simon. He was double as protective, with you being his cousin, and Emily being his bird.

The two other lads damn near paled at the sight of Simon’s sheer height standing inches from them, hands in the pockets of his hoodie and a serious face framed by the black hood on his head.

“Yeah, we're good, Ols. They've just been trying to chat us up.” Emily replied, her lips morphing into a playful smirk. She was probably trying to make Oliver a bit jealous.

“Yeah! They even offered us a dance.” You piped up, joining her. You could see the veins nearly pop in Simon’s neck, his left eye twitching ever so slightly as he heard you.

You knew then that he was pissed, feeling jealous of the fact a lad was chatting you up. It was the first real sign you got that his avoidance of you wasn’t due to malice, but awkwardness for the feelings you both had for one another.

“Is that so?” Simon finally asked, his brown eyes sliding across all the people in the booth, but growing especially hard at the sight of Liam’s hand on your shoulder.

Slowly, you felt Liam’s hand slip away from you while he forced some distance between the two of you by scooting away. “Yeah, just offering some company. No harm done.” Liam said defensively.

Josh seemed to pick up on the fact Liam was scooting off, and he did the same, standing up and showing his hands while muttering a “Yeah, just bein’ friendly.”

“That's good to hear. We're a friendly bunch too, you know. Just wanted to make sure you're aware these lovely ladies are taken.” Olly said while he looked at the two other lads who were attempting to chat up his girlfriend and his cousin. “So, how about you two lads move along?” He suggested.

Simon, meanwhile, kept glaring at the other lads, his height posing an advantage as he stood a few inches taller than them. “Yeah, before things get more complicated than they need be.” He added.

Josh and Liam exchanged a somewhat concerned glance, not exactly panicked or scared, since they were also cocky teenage boys high on nothing if not hubris… But they muttered something else apologetically and made themselves scarce.

Olly took Josh’s seat next to Emily and wrapped his arm around her, checking on her with a “You alright, love?” before dropping a kiss onto her mouth, making the girl giggle.

Simon, meanwhile, looked at you while still standing by the booth. You fixed the thin straps of your top and bra while looking up at him as well. He reached a hand toward you and beckoned you to take it. You did.

He reached into the booth and grabbed his parka and yours while muttering some type of warning to Olly that you couldn’t quite make out, and your cousin probably couldn’t either because he was busy shoving his tongue down Emily’s throat.

Simon tossed your coat at you, which you pulled on, and grabbed his belongings (keys, wallet, phone). Then, he dragged you by the bicep out of the pub. You knew what was about to happen. You could feel it, warming up in your tummy… He made sure that Josh and Liam could see the way he took you, glaring right at them, as you desperately sped up the pace to keep up with his large strides, your cheeks a bit flushed and warm as he walked you both out. 

Next thing you knew, he had your front pressed against the passenger side door of his dad’s car, your chest rubbing against the window. Simon was behind you, his left hand holding your jaw to keep your face turned back, his lips pressed onto yours, his tongue taking over your mouth. 

You didn’t remember much about your first kiss with him. It had been only a couple weeks prior, but you were both high. Sure, you remembered it happening but all the sensations had been heightened in the moment and had nullified after you had sobered up.

But if this kiss was anything to go off of, it was a great kiss. Simon’s lips on yours were making you see stars, his taller body pressing you so hard against the side of the car that you couldn’t help but shiver. The car’s surface was ice cold against the skin of your lower tummy and collarbone, which your top didn’t quite cover.

Then, Simon’s right hand pulled up the back of your parka holding it out of the way as his fingers gripped onto your hip, so he could rut his cock against the curve of your ass.

He refused to break the kiss, his lips greedily sucking onto yours, his tongue claiming your mouth as his. He would mumble things here and there, little whispers showing his enjoyment. “Blimey, can’t get enough of you…”, “Killed me seein’ those blokes chattin’ you up...”, “Almost knocked their teeth out…”, “Fuckin’ hell…”, “Your kisses… so fuckin’ good…”, “All I can think now about is kissin’ you…”.

Truth be told, you had been going wild for him, the distance painful not just because of how awkward it felt to see him around your mutual mates and not be able to be ‘close’, but because of how much you liked him and missed him.

But now you got to have him again. Awkwardness be damned, you were finally kissing again, finally dry-humping again. And it felt glorious. You’d never regret this, you knew it deep down. 

You think of that as you stand in the train station. It’s 4:59 A.M. and your tired, sleepless eyes are locked onto Simon as he sits inside, backpack sitting on his lap, his hair recently buzzcut.

You didn’t sleep at all tonight, neither did he. You spent the last few hours you had together in each other’s arms, kissing and holding each other close, and even having sex in the back of his father’s car, as usual.

And now, here you are, holding the keys to his dad’s car in your hands. A gift he’s leaving behind, a way to keep yourself safe and way from your own dad, so you can sleep somewhere else.

The announcement system warns of the departure of the train he sits in, with a destination to Harrogate. In a couple of hours, he’ll be at the Army Foundation College to start his military career…

Your lips are swollen and red, and so are his. you kissed too much. Too hard. You take a hand up to feel them up with your fingers, almost like you're trying to hold on to the feel of him.

The doors to the train close and a mechanical hiss is heard. Simon’s eyes are set on you and squint through the glare of the lights inside the train versus the darkness of the station outside. You hope he can’t see the way your eyes are welling up with tears.

Simon was your first in all the ways you could think of. Your first crush, your first boy best friend, your first kiss, your first time… 

And as his train pulls away from the station, you think to yourself…

He’s your first heartbreak too.

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DONNIE X MALE! GOTH STONER READER :p

warnings!: weed obviously, awkward donnie like usual, gay stuff, iowa boringness (real), mrs. Farmer mentions 😒, sticking to trad goth for the sake of not making this a million pages long.

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First off before you start dating he’s very drawn to you, you’re probably one of the most unique people he’s laid eyes on considering where he lives

Awkward as fuck trying to talk to you, he thinks you’re the coolest person He’s ever seen

Stumbles over his words while you stare at him with your cool makeup and cool rings and cool clothes and when he finally gets the words out you have a smirk on your face and he swears he came in his pants

When youre actually in a relationship hes still awkward but like,,, boyfriend awkward yk?

Loves goth music, sisters of mercy, Lebanon Hanover, London after midnight, bauhaus, you name it he loves it

Loves getting high with you and listening to goth music too, such a nice experience.

Tries to make out with you during it and it ends up all sloppy and spit filled 😭

Accidentally tells his therapist about it 😒

Speaking of she knows all about you

Anyways

Lets you do his makeup like once but then doesnt let you do it again cause he hates the feeling of makeup on his face

Loves to watch you do yours though

You end up with your black lipstick smudged and donnie smiling with black lipstick all over his lips and face

He always laughs at the black and/or white face paint on the blunt when you pass it to him

Probably draws you all the time, you’re very interesting to draw.

Considering there isnt much to do in iowa you mainly go on walks or if you’re allowed to drive you drive to a place with a pretty view while playing goth music on your cassettes

Speaking of donnie probably made them for you, he remembers you talking about liking the songs so he put them on a cassette for you :3

You probably think frank looks sick as fuck (cuz he does obviously)

You both get high as shit and start talking about the meaning of life or some shit

Makes you drive him home from school most of the time

Passes you notes in class and has only gotten caught once (it was by mrs farmer and he had to read “do you want to come over and fuck after school” out loud in the most monotone voice in front of everyone while you tried your hardest not to laugh)

NSFW STUFF !!!:

First off, high sex all the time.

Super sloppy and kinda messy but you cant bring yourself to care cuz you both feel so good

He’s whiny and shit and i cannot imagine he wouldnt be.

Probably giggly too.

Made a cassette for whenever you do have high sex but you both forget to turn it on 80% of the time or you just cant be bothered to separate

Sometimes high sex just ends halfway through cuz you’re both too tired to move so you just cockwarm him or he cockwarms you and you fall asleep 😭

Sometimes you both skip mrs farmers class to go get high and fuck in the bathroom nobody uses.

You got caught by mrs farmer more than once and got suspended lol

Helps you fix your makeup after (gives you a handjob while you fix your makeup in the mirror you keep in your bag.)

By the time you get done its time for last period smh

All in all its a fun time

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Good Luck, Babe! (Rosita Espinosa x Fem! Reader)

Summary: Rosita lives with regret after leaving you.

Notes: Purely fictional and changes are made from the original story for the sake of plot. Based off 'Good Luck, Babe!" by Chappell Roan. Pure angst vibes. Some allusions to sex, but no actual scene.

Edit: Check out the sequel to this here!

WC: 1.2K

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Rosita had met you freshman year of college. Years before anything had gone down, and she wished she could go back to that time. It had just been a casual friendship, sharing answers on homework, studying together, the occasional dinner plans. You had thought nothing more than that, and you figured she did too. 

In pure college fashion, she heard about a party at one of the frats and had decided to drag you there. Parties weren’t your type of crowd, but you went to make sure she would be okay. While partying, she had a little too much to drink and got way too handsy on the way home. 

Nothing more than light touches were shared, she knew that you would never do anything to her like that. Regret filled her as she realized that she probably made you uncomfortable, the morning after being as painful and awkward as ever. But she found herself wondering if she really liked you more than a friend, truth was Rosita had no clue what she wanted. 

There had been boyfriends in highschool, and she had found girls attractive before, but she’s never had anything more with a girl than just friendships. The line between platonic, romantic, and even sexual attraction was blurry when it came to women. But at this moment, all she really knew was that she wanted to kiss you. So bad. 

So she did, and you welcomed it. 

Things were taken slow; she had no clue how people would see her, and she was nervous about everyone's opinion. You of course understood, this stuff can be scary at times. But you also made clear that she shouldn't settle for less because of "stupid people". Everything had felt right with you, she felt like she was happy. She was taken care of, she felt as if she was walking on air when she was with you. 

Both of you did sappy couple things, activities she loved to do with you more than any man before. Matching necklaces with each others initial. Coffee dates, even if you hated the stuff. Dancing around your dorm to music on the radio. Watching a movie but just making out instead. All the things you would see in a romance film. 

You both were filled with love. 

God she felt so stupid, for throwing it all away because of the "stupid people" that didn’t matter. 

People talked and found out about your relationship. All the insecurity filling up her body, she had made the stupid and dumb choice to leave you. Everything you both had built crumbling to pieces at your feet. 

She had thought for a while her biggest regret would be getting handsy while drunk. But it turned out to be leaving you forever. 

You both ended up avoiding each other, which hurt more and more each day. She always tried to look for you in a big crowd just to see how you were doing. Always becoming more and more out of reach. Eventually giving up for good. 

The world went to shit, great she thought. Another thing to stress her out. She luckily met with a good group, kept alive and eventually meeting a guy. Abraham was a goof, lovable goof she thought, and someone to keep by her side. That's why she got with him, someone to support and love her in a time she needed it most. But you still plagued her mind every night she tried to go to sleep. 

Guilt, not only for what she did to you, but also with Abraham. She loved him too sure, but it didn’t help when you were the only thing she thought about when sleeping. 

The necklace around her neck was obvious proof of her attachment to you still. She refused to get rid of it, she never understood why, but it felt wrong. People asked about it, but she always said it was to honor her “friend” that passed away early on. You weren’t dead, but she knew she was dead to you. 

The group grew larger and larger, with first meeting Glenn, then meeting his group. Tara becoming someone Rosita felt fond of. One night after everyone else was asleep, Rosita found herself awake again, still stuck on all these old feelings. Tara was quick to notice her state and sat beside her to keep her company. Nothing was said, but Rosita just let all her walls down and sobbed. 

Tara didn’t want to ask what was wrong, she didn’t want to overstep and Rosita was thankful for that. The occasional “its okay” was said which Rosita did not believe. It wasn’t okay, it was never going to be okay. She hurt you worse than anyone else has, now she doesn’t even have any clue on if you are alive. It's not okay. But she had to fake it until she made it. 

Alexandria was a dream come true, she thought, something the group desperately needed. As the gates opened she was met with beautiful houses, community, and even electricity. She wanted to get her interview done as soon as possible so she could live up the new luxuries. 

Deanna told the group about a party, making it clear she wanted all of you to attend. So she did, with Abraham and that's when she saw you. Alive and well, glowing, just like how you did when you both had first met. Disbelief filled her body as she made sure to stay out of your view, not wanting to start anything after just getting here. She alerted Abraham that she was going to step out for a minute, fresh air was her excuse, but he was already too drunk to even comprehend what she had said. 

Her breaths were heavy, she didn’t know exactly what to do. Should she say something? You were going to find out she was here sooner or later. Just as she started to let her thoughts run more, the door to the home opened. You being the one to walk out. 

“Hey,” she said, almost breathless. You just shot back a confused look, but also one of hurt. “You’re here?” 

Rosita found herself looking down and messing with her hands, there were so many things she wanted to say. But nothing came to mind. “Nice to see you again,” she started with, you barely engaged with her. Obviously, she thought to herself. She broke your heart, of course you wouldn’t engage her. 

“Glad you're alive,” You said as you swiftly walked past her and down the porch stairs. The gloss in your eyes making her feel more terrible about this messed up relationship. She needed to try and apologize to you, even if you were going to reject it. 

“I’m sorry for everything. I was scared about everyone's perception of me, I know that's not an excuse and I know you told me multiple times people sucked and I shouldn’t care about what they thought. But I did, and I hurt you because of it. And I can never forgive myself for it.” Everything she had said slipped out, just kind of became word vomit. She felt the tears threatening to fall from her eyes, but she fought them back.

You’d stopped walking when she started speaking, but still not bothering to turn back. She saw your head nod up and down, voice cracking as you spoke up, “I don’t think I can forgive you either.”

Your dark silhouette faded into the street as you walked to the house next to Deanna's, Aaron meeting you outside and letting you in. Fully out of Rositas reach now. And probably forever.

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This story is sponsored by me accidentally throwing away a promise ring my ex gave me lolol

Anyways sorry for the angst! especially during pride month! Lmk if y'all want a sequel and give me some suggestions on where it should go ;)

[incorrectneverland]

I have so many questions about the au is you don’t mind:

How old is Peter? How did hook meet tinkerbell, did zarina ask her to watch Peter because she trusted her? What kind of relationship does Peter have with hook or for that matter zarina? Do they ever go in hate dates or have hate hookups (pun not intended)?

I think this au is really cool and am a sucker for Peter Pan stuff, this blog is quickly becoming my favorite. Please go into as much detail as you feel comfortable!

Oooooh fun!

Peter is eleven

Hook met Tinkerbell after posting an add for babysitters and Tinkerbell heard about Peter from Zarina.

Zarina didn't ask her but Tinkerbell figured it was the right thing to do since from what she's seen of Hook, Peter needs somebody looking out for him.

Peter and Hook have a strained relationship, Hook didn't want Peter (he only got custody of Peter slandering Zarina in the courtroom for the sake of getting more in the divorce) Peter still has fun calling Hook "Codfish" and basically never calls him dad, at best he's getting is a first name basis. Peter is still a rebellious lil guy but he doesn't start being happy until Tinkerbell enters and actually tries to form a connection. They have moments, Hook is trying he's just VERY stubborn and has a short fuse which is not a good combo for a parent. Hence why Tinkerbell does most of the parenting.

Zarina has some lingering guilt Peter has to live with Hook but beyond that they don't really talk and Peter knows he wasn't exactly planned so doesn't really believe Zarina feels anything for him at all. He views Tinkerbell as his mom more than Zarina. Zarina always focused more on her work than Peter (not intentionally but as a result they never really formed a solid relationship foundation and don't know how to feel about each other)

I'd say the suburban au Hookdust relationship does have hate dates although they look at it more as "catching up" or "making sure they're not planning anything" or "discussing child support" and nine times out of ten they end up getting drunk reminiscing about the past and flirting.

... maybe? Haven't really thought about it. They definitely kiss tho now that you ask they probably do on rare occasions, but I'd imagine afterwards they keep that shit under lock and key. It takes a while for anyone beyond them to realize because even they are very keen on not bringing it up ever.

And as for Hook and Tinkerbells relationship it is super super professional on Hooks end, very very awkward on Tikerbells end. He still calls her "Miss bell" and tries his best to be polite but he's not sure how to really deal with Tinkerbells sass and jabbing at his obvious shitty parenting. Tinkerbell regularly sarcastically asks him about the stick up his ass and is very frustrated at Hooks old man not understanding kids are people-ness.

[gothamite-rambler]

Kate Kane and Bruce Wayne sharing their awkward exploits with their partners.

Bruce (curious): What’s the most awkward experience you’ve had with a partner?

Kate (while reading): Oh, it would have to be the time I climbed out of a window after sleeping with a woman who had terrible b.o..

Bruce (intrigued): Care to elaborate? That doesn't exactly paint you in a flattering light.

Kate (defensive): Okay, hear me out... She reeked. From her hair to her skin to her clothes, everything was just rancid. Her pet ferret smelled better! But, to be fair, she was really attractive, and she took me to see Six.

Bruce: And what kind of seats did she get?

Kate (sighing and closing her eyes): Box seats, right by the stage.

Bruce: I get that, but surely the smell had to ruin the experience.

Kate: Look, I served in the army; I thought I could handle it. Plus, she was really hot. I held my breath for most of it. I managed to stick it out for about seven minutes before I ducked out while she was asleep. Thankfully, I hadn’t brought much with me, and I never called her again.

Bruce: So, you ghosted her because she smelled so bad?

Kate: Have you ever smelled durian?

Bruce (grimacing): Yes, unfortunately.

Kate: Yeah, it was that level of bad. I tried to make it work; she was sweet, but man, that body odor was something else.

Kate shivered seeming to remember the lingering body odor issue the former hook up partner had.

Bruce (sarcastically): Thank goodness the military prepared you for situations like that.

Kate (taking that as a compliment): Exactly! Now it’s your turn, cuzzo.

Bruce (hesitant): Well… it wasn’t my finest moment with Vicki Vale.

Kate (intrigued): Oh, do tell.

Bruce: So, Vicki and I were in a… compromising position in her bedroom, and the clams we had for dinner were not sitting well in my stomach.

Kate: Why would you eat clams if they—

Bruce (interrupting, blushing): I like clams, that’s all you need to know! I wasn’t about to use her bathroom in that situation. So, I… I made an excuse and just left her apartment.

Kate (chuckling): Right after?

Bruce (ashamed): I literally ran out while she was reaching her peak. I told her I couldn’t go on, and then I cut off all contact.

Kate (covering her mouth as she laughed): That’s worse than my experience! Clams are always a gamble.

Kate shook her head, enjoying her cousin’s misfortune.

Bruce: Can you not mock me? Vicki still hates me to this day.

Kate (teasing): You didn’t even let her finish! You left her hanging in more ways than one.

Bruce groaned, covering his face in embarrassment.

Kate (chiding): Honestly, you would have been better off saying you were Batman and the Bat-Signal went off.

Bruce (flatly): I actually thought about it. I was genuinely debating whether to risk revealing my identity or make her feel inadequate. Anyway, she ended up cursing me out a few weeks later.

Kate (crossing her arms): You were weighing those two options instead of just using her bathroom?

Bruce: I know how it sounds, but you don’t do that in someone else’s bathroom when you’re hooking up on the third date.

Kate: So, the 'Master Detective' is not quite the master of romance, then?

Bruce (mortified): Clearly not.

Kate: Welcome to the club. Also, these stories remain secret between us.

Bruce (partially lying): Totally, totally, totally.

Kate playfully punched Bruce on the arm.

[darkwaveho]

Favors

Summary: If someone would've told Wanda that asking for a simple favor could be so damaging, she would've never asked for it.

Pairings: Stoner!Wanda Maximoff x reader

A/n: Ok this part is finally here!!! thank you to everybody who stayed patient with me on getting this out and to anyone who's giving me feedback and kind words on this series. It wasn't supposed to last this long but I got carried away, lol with that being said this is the last part for Favors and happy reading <3 (Also, not proofread.)

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Waking up from the effects of yet a late night you groan as you leave your bed. Your week has been somewhat peaceful, you haven't been stalked, harassed or the victim of a good guilt trip lately, but you were still hurting from what happened, you couldn't think of anything other than always trusting your first instincts. If you trusted your first instincts none of this would be pulling at your heart strings.

You would've never dated Wanda Maximoff, you never would've physically fought your best friend Kate and You haven't seen Wanda; you've been avoiding Kate and surprisingly you've been avoiding Natasha as well. She promised she wouldn't lie to you and yet she still lied and tried to cover for Wanda after you saw her with Jean at the frat party. Seems like everyone was lying to you and keeping things from you.

Walking out of your room you couldn't ignore the smell of breakfast filling your nose. What you didn't expect to see was Kate in the common area. "What the hell are you doing here?" You cross your arms over your chest. Kate was obviously nervous from seeing you, it's been a week since the last time you've even looked at her let alone talked to her.

"I- just" Yelena appears before she can say anything, she doesn't look annoyed or upset as to why Kate is here because she let her in. She's been talking to Kate since the party to get an understanding of her point of view and what she was going through when this went down. Yelena had to realize that Kate was also a victim in this situation.

“Y/n, I love you, I do but you two need to talk this out.” Yelena walks into the room and points to the small sofa that Kate was sitting on. three trays of breakfast sat on the mini table. Yelena was determined to fix this; she'd be damned if she let Wanda permanently ruin this friendship, she's made with you and Kate. No one says a word after that, everyone seated here was too stubborn, and too anxious to say anything right now, or so you thought when Kate is actually the first person to speak up after the awkward silence and pointed stares.

“I’m sorry.” Kate says the apology before you could even get a word out. “Why did you do it?” she swallows the lump in her throat and nervously picks at the skin on her fingers. “I- she’s very intimidating and she threatened to stop supplying me with the Xan’s and the weed if I didn’t help her, she said I would have to get them from Rumlow.” 

“You’re gonna have to talk to someone about your drug dependency and maybe talk to someone about your anxiety and stress as well.” She nods her head in understanding, this wasn’t to put shame on her because you knew from first-hand how hard and stressful academic praise and approval can be. You did this because you truly care about her and don't want her ending up in the wrong hands, and she genuinely hurt you. “As much as I hate to say it, luckily it was just Wanda wanting to pursue me and not someone else trying to do anything worse than that.” What hurt you the most was just how willingly she was to give things up about you. it doesn't matter if it was a class schedule or where you hung out at. It was the principle.

“I wouldn’t have done it if it was anything more than a date set up or just giving details about you.”

“You don’t know that Kate, things change when the need for drugs are involved. It depends on your desperation and need for them, and you were clearly desperate and in need for them when Wanda asked you to do what you did.”

"Okay, I’ll find a campus support group.” She holds your hand firmly. “I’m sorry for hurting you. I’ll never do it again, you’re my best friend.” You remove her hand from yours and Kate instantly wants to curl into a ball right here and now until you lurch forward bringing her into a hug. “Never let anyone take advantage of you like that again Kate.” She squeezes you back in the tight embrace. “I promise I won’t. So, you forgive me?” You pull away from the hug and pretend to think about it.

“I’ll forgive you but it’s gonna take more to earn my trust again. I want to see progress. I want to see changes in your actions Kate.”

“No problem.” She anxiously studies your face, would it be too soon? Did you trust her enough for a hug or would she be treated like a stranger on the street? Too afraid of the rejection she keeps her hands clenched into the fabric of the small sofa which Yelena quickly takes note of.

“Aww finally you guys made up, c’mon group hug.” Yelena sandwiches herself between you and Kate. “Ah, Yelena, you’re really squeezing me to death here.”

“Hm, good, because if you ever do anything like that again, I’ll kill you.” Yelena was put into a compromising position from this whole thing. She really didn’t appreciate the divide and shift of her friendship. She could forgive Kate, but Wanda would remain on her list. “You’re funny Yelena.”

“She’s not kidding Kate.” You knew when Yelena was joking and now as not that time, she meant it. She chuckles nervously and wide eyes look up to the angry blonde’s. “You were kidding, right Lena?”

“No, no I actually wasn’t.” Her emotions nonexistent, face blank and cold. She meant it. The uncomfortable silence doesn’t stay for long when the knock at the door interrupts the somewhat happy reunion. She doesn’t even bother to say a greeting once she pushes past the threshold of the door. “Uh- yeah come right in.” You motion with your hands sarcastically.

“I haven’t seen her; she hasn’t been home in three days, y/n I’m worried.” Yelena and Kate watch the red head with worried eyes. Wanda was missing and you were barely showing any type of reaction to the news, at least on the outside. Yelena parts her lips to say something but her sister stops her before she can. "Yelena if you're gonna say anything right now, don't, Wanda is my friend, so if you don't have anything useful to say to help find her then keep your damn mouth shut!" She didn't really mean to snap at her sister but she wasn't in the mood to hear petty remarks from her when her Best friend could be in danger right now. "I wasn't gonna say anything." Yelena mumbles under her breath

“No, I haven’t seen her Nat try asking Pietro, maybe he knows where she is.” you put up a good front to anyone else but not in front of Natasha she can see the concern in your eyes. “I checked already, and he hasn't seen her. Pietro is out looking for her right now as well, come on let’s go check some of her main spots.” Natasha walks out the door opening it and stops when she’s halfway out of the door. noticing she didn’t hear any footsteps behind her. You walk towards the door leaning on the doorway. “That’s not my problem.” you don’t get to close the door on Natasha as her foot stops it keeping the wooden door in place, you had no idea just how strong she was.

“Cut the shit you still care about her. You’ve cared about her since before you two got together so please stop wasting time, put your goddamn shoes on and help me find her, please.” Without another word you grabbed a jacket and put your shoes on. The car ride was silent for the most part until Natasha finally spoke up after unsubtly turning to you every now and then during a red light. "That night, what you saw wasn't what it looked like." Your face remains turned towards the window, the tint bringing a different contrast to gloomy morning. "No? so, I just made it up in my own head, hm?"

"No."

"So, you're telling me that I didn't see my girlfriend with her pants pooled down at her ankles in a closet with her old fuck toy?"

"You're not listening, y/n"

"No, I'm listening just fine, you're the one that seem to be creating a different narrative to save your friend from her actions!"

"It wasn't consensual!" Natasha had a short temper it was honestly amazing how long she held off on raising her voice with you. the word instantly changes the tone in the car. One word made you feel like shit, made you feel sick and ashamed for how you handle things and not let Wanda explain herself that night.

Anger courses through your body from the new given information. "What?" your voice comes out barely above a whisper, the air was truly knocked out of you. "Jean, snuck her way into Scott's room after I left. I walked Wanda up there to sober up so she could have a clear mind when she talked to you about fixing things. What you walked in on was a set up. She was up there waiting for you; Jean wasn't on her mind at all. I guess I should take part in blame for not staying with her until you showed up, but I've seen her more wasted than that and she was fine." Natasha sets her jaw in frustration and puts all her energy on focusing on the road.

"She didn't cheat on me." you repeat the sentence a few times until you grow angry with yourself. Wanda didn't cheat on you, but you technically did, when you kissed daisy. Natasha takes a glance at you and sees you accepting her words as the truth. "Listen don't blame yourself for anything, Jean was being a disgusting bitter bitch, you couldn't have known what was truly going on up there." That doesn't make you feel better that doesn't make you feel better at all for some reason, because, yes, you had every right to break things off with her after seeing her like that and your actions were justified, at the end of the day everything came back to Wanda and her actions. Her lies and deceit caught up to her and you just couldn't wait around to hear another lie fall from her addicting lips. Noticing the anger and shame Natasha showed in her eyes you reach for her abandoned hand and give her a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t blame yourself for what happened either, that night was just a total disaster for everyone.” She briefly tears her eyes away from the road to look at your linked fingers and she sends a small smile to you in appreciation.

“Thanks.” The word comes out small and vulnerable and she retreats her hand from yours after swallowing the lump in her throat and focuses her eyes back to the road. “Everything will continue to be disastrous unless we find Wanda. I just don’t have any idea where she could be and if something happens to her, I’d never be able to forgive myself.”

“We’ll find her Nat.”

“I don’t know y/n, she rarely goes anywhere other than the places we’ve checked already.” You zone out for a moment as the thought finally comes to you. The words come out in a mumbled whisper. “Places that you’ve been to.” Natasha can clearly hear you; she looks to the road with curiosity waiting for you to fill her in on the information you haven’t shared with her yet. "What are you doing?" Natasha eyes you curiously as you touch the keypad to her navigation system.

"I think I might know where she is."

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As Natasha pulled up to the sketchy building, she side eyes you, asking if you were joking with her and if you were being serious about finding her best friend. This was the only place you could think of where she might be. It wasn’t a long shot since you’ve been here before with her many times within the small span of your relationship. Natasha was only looking at the outside of the building but once she entered the inside, she’d understand what this was and what this meant to Wanda, she has to be here. As you walk inside the building Natasha was still cautious of the appearance that the building was in, Wanda had more than enough money for her to be somewhere downtown instead of this cheap broken-down building nothing made sense. You finally stop in front of a door, the rusted metal plated number on the outside hanging by its last screw. You brace yourself for what you would find behind this door or what you wouldn’t find behind this door. The many possibilities roam your mind, and you get lost in them. Natasha has to bring you back by placing. A hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you alright?” You shake your head of the intrusive thoughts. “Yeah.”

“So, what’s all this? Where are we?”

“This is where Wanda does her art, and behind this door is her art studio.” Natasha hums in understanding Natasha and Wanda told each other everything, so of course Natasha knew Wanda had an art studio, but she never expected it to be somewhere like this let alone in this condition. “Hm, okay so let’s find out who’s in charge here to let us in.” You grab her before she storms off and you remove your hand from your jacket pocket. “You don’t have to do that.” Natasha pinches her brows together at your response until you planting the small metal key into her eye level. Wanda had given you a key. She had given you a key to the one place she found solitude and peace. Natasha smiles in response to the growth of her best friend. She was truly proud of her knowing this was all new territory to her, this was a huge deal.

“I hope she’s here.” You place the key into the socket and pushed the door open. You had a good feeling about this, this would be the last resort until you needed to go to the police and get them involved, and you really hoped it wouldn’t come to that. You’d be heartbroken if she remained missing and not have the chance to have a final conversation with each other. Even if you two don’t fix things, you’d never wish ill will on her. Your thoughts were right, you weren't prepared for what you saw behind the now opened door. her place of creativity now trashed and disheveled compared to the many times you've seen it. you and Natasha both rush into the room avoiding the gut feeling that something truly was going to leave you both in tears after searching for her in this room any further.

The more you move forward into this room the more you feel sick to your stomach. From the splatters of what you hoped to be red paint trail on the floor, the broken glass, and torn off pieces of paper all littered across the floor of this room. it isn't until you spot a half empty bottle of vodka surrounded by other empty bottles that you rush over to the area, Natasha quickly follows behind you after texting Pietro about the state of Wanda's art studio. What you find on the other side of the couch was an unconscious Wanda, no doubt drunk beyond her limits because once again she wasn't a drinker, she was a stoner. it's only been a few days and the amount of bottles that littered her floor range bells in your mind about the possibility of alcohol poisoning. You didn't recognize this person laying beneath you, this wasn't your Wanda. All previous radiant hues of color that glowed from her face and skin now gone and gloomy. "W-Wanda" The words finally push through your constricted airways, you found it difficult to breathe right now. Natasha finally rounds the couch next you as she hears your broken words and her best friend's name.

“Shit! Wanda, Hey wake up,” She drops to her knees lightly slapping Wanda's face after shaking her did nothing to change the limp and unconscious state she was in right now. in a panicked moment you use your surroundings and spot a water bottle, quickly grabbing it and throwing the liquid on to Wand's face, she gasps from the contact, it wasn't a freezing cold water, but it was enough to bring her back to life. Her eyes are still squinted not fully opening them, yet she groans from the feeling of being moved. “Don’t just stand there help me get her up.” You move to help Natasha stand Wanda up against the brick wall. It takes Wanda a moment to get used to her surrounding again, the pounding in her head and the effects of alcohol are still very much present on her but she still cranes her neck to the person she saw first.

“Hi Natty, you missed me? I thought about coming home but” She gasps with as much excitement as she can muster up in her drowsy inebriated state. “Princess! You came back for me?” She used all of her strength she had left to throw herself into your arms.

“I’m here because Natasha was worried.” You have to turn your face to shield your nose from the strong smell of liquor that trailed from her breath.

“Oh.” She doesn’t stay on the subject long quickly moving on to the next thing that popped up into her dazed and fuzzy brain. “Sorry about the mess I was trying to finish something to bring it to you, but I couldn’t get your face right, so I started adding your favorite color then I remembered you said you didn’t have and then I used all the colors. which wasn’t a very good idea, then I ended up with that.” She shrugs her shoulders and leans her head back onto the bricks when she’s done with her mini rant.

Natasha saves this moment of awkward silence with something to help Wanda's inebriated state. “C’mon let’s get some food and water in you to sober up.” Natasha almost has to pry Wanda's hands away from you, but since she was drunk it didn't take much to pull her away and help seat her at the small working table. Uber eats would just have to do for now because Natasha didn't trust herself to leave you here with Wanda alone. So, she found something that was in the area and didn't take long to be delivered. The more she sat there and sobered up the more she remembers. She specifically remembers your tongue being shoved down Daisy’s throat. How you thought she moved on so quickly from you. You didn’t let her explain you didn’t even want to hear her out hear her side of things. No, you immediately jumped on to Daisy just to piss her off. You see the switch in her mood now from drowsy and annoyed to now anger and jealousy. Wanda stares a burning hole of hatred into you the more the images play in her mind. 

“You have something you want to say?” You weren't going to walk around on eggshells around her. you weren't going to let her intimidate you like she did everyone else. You weren't looking for a fight, but you also didn't want to be around her this soon and if Natasha hadn't practically dragged you out of your dorm, you're certain you wouldn't be anywhere near her.

“You enjoy whoring yourself out last week?” The words grit through her teeth, her voice octaves dropped dangerously low and yet she had teary eyes. The slight growl and bite to her voice should've been a warning for you to just walk away but you couldn't do that. you couldn't let her call you out of your name when this whole thing started because of her not getting her way.

“Excuse you?” 

“You heard me!” Her hands slam on top of the counter. Natasha steps in to ease the tension. She pulls Wanda into her side and leans in to harshly but quietly whisper into her ear. “Wanda, calm down, this is not how you’re going to get her back.” Wanda shoves Natasha away from her as much as she can while still dealing with the aftereffects of alcohol. "I don't care about that right now, clearly she didn't care to let me explain things! She took the first chance she got to get with Daisy."

"You're right! I didn't care about how you felt in that moment. I didn't care how you felt after seeing you with your ex, but you can't call me a whore when I saw what I saw in that closet, you aren't a very creditable and trustworthy person, why would I want to listen to anything that came out of your mouth that night? I couldn't even look at you, you made me sick." Natasha inserts herself into the conversation once more but this time she addresses you and tries calming this situation down before it gets even more heated. She wanted things resolved now that she knew Wanda was okay, and this was the chance to make up for the ruined reunion at the frat party. "Clearly you two need to talk things out, so I'm just gonna make myself useful in the back and finger paint or something." She walks away from the two of you not waiting on a reply.

“You kissed her in my fucking face!” She paces back and forth. “We didn’t breakup, Y/n you said you needed space and time to think on things. You lied!” 

“I lied? You lied! You’ve been lying and untrustworthy this whole fucking time Wanda! I literally saw you in the same position as the last time we were at a party. Do you have any idea how that made me feel? How that makes me feel? Seeing you with your pants around your ankles and Jean-“ You couldn’t even finish the words; this was upsetting you the more you talked about it. You finally had Wanda and you lost her the same way you did a year ago. To Jean. “Look at me.” 

“Look at me please. I didn’t fucking touch her I swear. You know I would never cheat on you; you know.” And that's when you remember the conversation that took place in Natasha's car before arriving here. "Natasha told me about what really happened that night, had I known what was happening I never would've- I never." Wanda shakes her head in dismissal, cautiously holding your hands in hers. The spark sensation she feels from the touch of your soft skin makes it seem like it's been longer than a few days. "It's okay, you didn't know." Wanda takes this moment of sincerity and vulnerability to lean in closer, tears pooled in her eyes once again, needing the comfort and reassurance of reconciliation.

Feeling the heat and the comfort of Wanda being near you after her vacant presence had you turning to mush, you needed to get back on track, back to why you came here in the first place. You shift your eyes away from her. “Nat just wanted to know where you were and that you were safe, and it looks like your fine to me, so I’m just gonna go.” That was a lie, you could clearly tell she wasn't fine, she wasn't dead, but she was not fine. If only you knew just how dead she was on the inside. You remove your hand from Wanda's after clearing your throat. The small simple touch had you on the edge of bringing your walls down completely. "W-what? you're leaving? Even after you found out that it was Jean's fault. You're still running away from me?" Even though what happened at the party wasn't her fault you couldn't help feeling the dreaded pain of the images in your brain. There would always be a sense of insecurity within you and this relationship.

"Just because I was willing to hear you out at the party doesn't mean I was going to take you back Wanda. Yes, seeing you with Jean that night played a part in me making that final decision, but it ultimately comes back to you, and what you did. Don't try putting all the blame on Jean." After removing your hand from Wanda's, you brush past her, heading for the door of her studio. "And I'm not running away from you. I just can't do this, it's too much."

“No” She steps in front of you pressing her body against the door. “I don’t have time for this Maximoff, move.” She sets her jaw and barrows her eyes at you more determined and confident in her stance. “You’re not leaving until we work this out.” Her voice comes out as firm as she possibly can, hints of her voice wavering and breaking were evident, she was barely holding it together.

“How? How could we possibly work this out when I can’t even fucking trust you?” Wanda flinches and clenches her eyes shut from the volume of your voice and the harshness of your words; she still makes no effort to answer the number one question. “That’s what I thought.” You shove her from the door walking out of it to the common area where Natasha was. She furrows her brows as she watched the scene unfold in front of her waiting nearby just in case things got out of hand but far enough away to sill give you guys a sense of privacy. She's not happy at all about this happening, you both were clearing hurting and in pain. 

“I’m sorry!” You don’t look back at her as you set in on your destination. “You’ve said that already.” You wipe your tears as you turn to Natasha's awaiting figure in the back of the room near Wanda's older paint pieces. “I’m leaving, I already called for an Uber, and I’ll be waiting outside.” Confusion struck Natasha at your words; you would rather pay for an uber than to be near Wanda right now. "You don't have to call an uber, y/n I can take you back to your dorm the same way I picked you up."

"No, Natasha, it's fine I'd rather be alone right now all of this is just too much to deal with." Natasha doesn't put up a fight, respectfully accepting your wishes but Wanda wasn't having it, she'd fight until there was no more fight left in her and even then, she'd find a way to keep going. Wanda grabs your hand to halt you as you were walking towards the door.

“I’ll stop selling!” When you stop, she releases a breath and go further into details. 

“I’ll stop selling drugs.” Very noble of her to stop doing that for you, but you didn’t want her struggling to keep up with the things she already had before you two got together, especially since her father wouldn’t pay for anything because of her choice of being an art major. 

“I can’t ask you to do that for me.” 

“I want to, if that brings you back to me than I’ll do it. I’ll stop selling, I have enough saved up to pay for the majority of my tuition. I’ll stop smoking so much, whatever you want I’ll do it.”

“I never wanted to change you, I just didn’t think you were this type of person, that’s not enough.” You knew about what she did and how she was before you decided to get into a relationship with her, that wasn't the problem the problem was her continuous pattern of lying to you, the fact that she wouldn't take accountability and that she was abusing her power to black mail your friends. You snatch your hand from here and she once again beats you to the door. She stands in front of the last door needed to walk out into the hallway and out the building. “I love you.” She licks her lips quickly waiting for your response. You shake your head denying her confession. “Yes, I do Printcessa.” 

“No, that’s not fucking funny.”

“I’m not laughing.” 

“You’re lying.” Your response bites back

“I’m not and you know I’m not, is it enough?” The silence was only killing her even more than before.

“Is love enough?” She nudges her nose against yours as her lips quiver. “I love you.” She tilts her head to remain eye contact with you. You found the floor more interesting in this moment you didn’t know if this was another mind game, she liked to play it if she was being serious. Wanda sees your struggle with believing the truth behind her words, she pushes further into detail with more confidence. This was the first time she’s ever said them to anyone in a romantic way, this was a big step for her to admit it out loud because she’s known that she’s been in love with you from the start. “I’m in love with you, tell me it’s enough.” She whispers the last confession of love against your lips as she holds your chin in place to stop you from moving away from her. “Please.”

Once again, she's met with silence, she drops to her knees in front of you, her strong hands clinging to your legs with desperation. "I'm sorry" She mumbles the words into the fabric of your Jeans multiple times like a prayer. Finally snapping out of the trance, you're aware of how she's feeling and what just happened. She just poured her heart out to you and received nothing from you except for a blank face and silence. as you gather your thoughts Wanda cries harder into you, no doubt leaving stains of her salty tears behind for evidence.

"Wanda." The sound of your voice wasn't what she was expecting, and you weren't expecting her to ignore you and to cling against you tighter. You try again to grab her attention and to calm her down, with the amount of tears she's shed. You're sure exhaustion was ready to hit her like a train pretty soon. "Wanda, stand up." Your request goes ignored as she frantically shakes her head no. She can't take this; she can't take the rejection after she just bared her soul to you. Wanda would never recover if she got up from this cold hard floor hoping for a second chance just to watch you walk away from her again. She would rather keep you like this, in her arms forever than to let that happen. It isn't until she feels the warmth from your hand on her shoulder that she pulls away from your stained Jeans to look up at you.

"Stand up." Your voice comes out soft and yet that still doesn't bring any comfort to her, as your face remains unreadable. reluctantly she stands up on shaky legs, and she has to immediately link her fingers together to keep them from latching on to your once more. She studies your face, waiting for you to say it was over, that you couldn't forgive her.

What she does next wasn't what you were expecting. As you walk closer to her disheveled figure, she shies away from you. for the first time today, she looks away from you and desperately tries to find something to ground herself with. "I can't be with you." That was the final nail in the coffin, the final words she needed to hear to let her know that this relationship was truly over with. She tries to move past you, but your hands force her back to her previous position in front of the door. She lost all remains of her hearing with the words you spoke that she didn't even hear the rest that followed afterwards.

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"I can't be with you if you hide things from me, blackmail and intimidate my friends, and lie." That still didn't bring any comfort or reassurance to Wanda that this would be worked out, so she keeps her head down and her eyes remain focused on the rings on her fingers. She's surprised they didn't slide off her fingers and clash into the floor with how fast she was spinning them against her sweaty skin. "Do you understand?" You gently rub you hand against her hair, cautiously fixing her messy strains as she processes what you asked her.

" Yes." The sense of your touch brings her back to earth. She was too afraid to move right now, thinking that if she made one subtle move you would be changing your mind for some odd reason.

You tug her forward, embracing her in a much-needed warm embrace. her quick breathing inhales and exhales in the crook of your neck from relief. Wanda clenches her eyes shut and focuses on the scent of you. The scent she's been without for a what feels like forever. you reluctantly pull away from her, she wasn't the only one going through it you just hid it more. You missed her, you missed seeing her waiting outside of your classes with flowers, a snack from the cafe and some spontaneous adventure she planned to take you on every day since this whole situation started. Your hands find their home on either side of her face, you slowly and gently wipe away at her stained tears.

Wanda was getting anxious as to what would come next, but she wasn't expecting the touch of your lips against hers. The kiss starts off with you doing all the work until the initial shock wears off and Wanda finds herself kissing back with more purpose and enthusiasm, you both put your all into this kiss. If the problem of breathing wasn't a factor for you two, you're certain you would've never pulled apart from each other. Your foreheads touch as you both clench the fabrics of your clothes. Soft panting is the only sound heard within this room right now. "Is it enough?" Wanda brings the discussion back to the burning question you left unanswered. After a brief pause and a deep breath, you finally reply to her question.

"It's enough." You nod your head slowly, whispering the words softly against Wanda's lips and only pulling away slightly to see her joyous reaction. She's been going through withdrawals and the first time she can have that feeling, that she now knows is love rushing through her body she takes that opportunity to be under that influence again, never wanting to be without it; to be without you. "It is?" her voice cracks with uncertainty, even after the intimate and vulnerable moment you two just shared. You crack a wide smile and nod your head in confirmation.

"Mhm." You hum in response and Wanda doesn't give you time to say anything else after that. Wanda's body collides into you causing you to stumble back into the small couch you've gotten familiar with in this art studio. Her lips attach themselves back upon yours, eager hands briefly roam your body before they settle against your waist still holding you with desperation and strength. You indulge her, letting her do whatever she needed to do. You needed the reassurance and comfort as well; this whole thing was unlike anything you've faced before while being in a relationship. You let her take as much love and affection she needs. She pulls back leaving you breathless before she moves onto her next destination to shower you with affection. She ignores your giggles and wiggling as she peppers your face with wet kisses while repeating her apologies over and over again until she finally pulls away from you on her own. "I love you, Princess."

"Wand-" Before you could get the words out Wanda shushes you and places her finger against your lips. She didn't want to hear your reply to her right now.

"No, I don't want you to say it just because I did. If you really love me, say it on a random day when I'm not expecting it, I can't be the only spontaneous one in this relationship, can I?" She playfully grins at you and you're happy to see her slowly returning back to her old self again. The darkness fading from her, and this environment was clearly evident to anyone who saw her state before now. Truthfully Wanda didn't know if you loved her as she loved you, so saying this was a way to keep that small chance of hurt away from her, but if you truly loved her, you'd say it on your own and not because she said it first. That's what she keeps telling herself in her mind.

“I just want you to know where my heart lies and that I’m serious about fixing things.” How could you not fall for her when she’s pulling out every raw emotion in her body right now. “If this is gonna work; I’m if we’re gonna work we need to take things slow, clearly we rushed into this too fast.”

“Whatever it takes.” She nods in agreement and pulls you back into her embrace. This was Wanda’s last chance, and she was not going to mess it up. “Should we go check on Nat and tell her we made up? She’s awfully quiet in there.” You nod towards the room stores with paint. Wanda wanted to be as close as possible to you, her face snuggles against the soft skin of your face. She groans as you try pulling away from her, she’d stay in this spot forever if you’d let her, as long as you where hers again. You surprise Wanda when you scoop her up in your arms, her leg’s immediately wrap around your waist as she chuckles. She was never ashamed to be vulnerable or submissive with you, it was very much welcomed especially after missing your touch for weeks. You walk into the room to actually find Natasha finger painting with her AirPods in her ear. She spots you both from the corner of her eye and plasters a devious smirk across her face. “I see the two horny love birds are back together.”

“Shut up.” Wanda replies back in an annoyed tone. “Don’t be rude I haven’t seen you in days and you haven’t even praised me for my artwork.” Natasha pouts in a sarcastic manner as she holds up the finger painting. “Can we go back out there I can’t deal with her my head still hurts.” Wanda turns back to you and turns your head to face hers. “You’re so rude! Y/n do you like my finger painting?” You slightly turn towards Natasha which grants you a grunt from Wanda. “I like your painting Nat.” Natasha gloats from the approval and winks at Wanda. “It’s a shitty painting, now can we go home?” Natasha mumbles under her breath as she cleans up the mess she made and dangles her keys as a motion that they can leave.

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After being in the backseat with Wanda once again she clings onto to you with desperation but this time it was a calm desperation. When you finally made back to Wanda's apartment all she could think about was showering and laying in her own bed again. you didn't want to ruin her mood about her piled up assignments she's missed since she skipped class or how she put her brother through such a panicked state. “I don’t think you’ll be getting any rest today baby.” Wanda swoons from hearing the pet name again. Hearing her last name fall from your lips made her angry. “Why is that? Oh, I know you wanna make it up to me with sex? You know I love going all night with you.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully. You gently seat her arm. “No, first of all you don’t have the energy, second of all we’re not having sex until I see progress in you, and lastly.”

“Wanda!” Wanda’s eyes go wide with shock when she sees her fuming and disheveled brother standing outside of her apartment door. Wanda immediately groans, placing her head in your neck and mumbling what sounded like she should’ve stayed at her studio. “That’s why.” You say as you watch kiss her head and gently push her towards her brother that had every right to be angry. The reprimanded conversation takes place, and you take the chance to text Yelena and Kate to fill them in on Wanda’s whereabouts, deciding to leave out the part of you two working things out, you’d do it in person. As Natasha stands next to you, and you turn to her slightly bumping her shoulder for attention. She grants you the attention immediately. “Thank you.”

“For what? You’re the one that found her, I should be thanking you.” She playfully bumps your shoulder back. “For calling me out earlier and getting me back on track. Also, for telling me what truly happened that night.”

“Don’t worry about Jean anymore, I handled it.” You didn’t quite know what that meant but by the way her tone changed you weren’t sure you wanted more details.

“Princess, I need you, Piet is making my head explode.” You and Natasha both smile at each other. “Duty calls.” You say as you walk towards the door with Natasha following close behind you. “You know she’s not gonna let you leave the apartment, right?” You already had a feeling she wouldn’t let you leave; you’ve accepted the fate that lies ahead. You already had things here anyway you had no excuse as to why you couldn’t stay for two weeks.

At the end of the day when Pietro finally left, and Wanda was snug asleep in your arms she dreamed of ways to redeem herself from every diminishing title she heard fall from your lips during the arguments. She’d never want to ask for a favor again after the hell she went through just to get it. She ultimately lost more than she gained in a matter of a split second. It was finally Wanda would never lie or keep things from you again, and lastly, the word ‘Favor’ would never roll off of her tongue again.