#skye x pregnant reader

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Pregnant Daisy Johnson

Simmons brings up the ultrasound…

Simmons: congrats it looks like a beautiful baby girl

Daisy and Y/N hold each other close

Daisy: ohmygosh I love her already!

Y/N: what do you want to name her?

Daisy: May.

Y/N: perfect name. I love it. Almost as much as I love you for gifting me with a baby girl!

Y/N kisses Daisy’s forehead and then her belly…

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Just released a beginning of fic on Wattpad (@saltyyuuri ; 🪷Druid🪷 Iso x reader) , if y'all like it I'll continue it, just not sure if it's aight

In the meantime; here's a "what if":

What if: You told them "We're having a baby!"

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Brimstone: "Really?! I'm so happy, love!"

Would re-arrange his schedule to spend time to help. Would make sure to get the best for you and the baby, no matter what

Phoenix; "Oh shit- Like for real for real?"

Would probably be nervous at first- then be chill and brag about it. But when the day comes- he's even more stressed than you.

Sage: "A child?"

She is confused - until you bring back a baby plant. She treasures the plant.

Sova: "You're pregnant??🥹🥹"

Absolute golden retriever moment- he is ecstatic. Except you aren't pregnant - you brought back a baby owl. He was even happier.

Viper: "That's a covid test. Now stay away."

It was in fact a covid test. Sorry.

Cypher: "Ah! A new chess buddy on the way :)"

Is chill about it, takes care of your needs. But he will teach the kid chess- the guy just wants a chess student.

Reyna: "another one?💀"

She thought you were talking about a new recruit. She would jokingly call them babies since they didn't know the ropes. Until you brought her a kitten :)

Killjoy: "how is that even possible?"

She immediately went to find you. You showed her the robot design you made. You meant it as a 'baby project'/ a creation made from the two of you.

Breach: "You know my entire bloodline is felons? Like this kid is going to be a felon."

Good luck with that.

Omen: "pardon?"

A kitten. You got him a kitten. You made the poor guy stress knit a tiny sweater- which he fixed so it would fit the kitten.

Jett: "Nah-🧑‍🦯"

Had to show her the tests. And re do some.

Raze: "What??!! Wait so am I like- the mom or-??"

She ended up spending an hour trying to figure out if she would be a mom or like a stand-in dad. That was until you brought her the keys to a Chevrolet Chevelle (like the car in the player card with Raze and breach)

Skye: "What do you mean-"

You actually meant you carved a wood sculpture of an animal for her to bring to life with her radiant powers.

Yoru: "Not mine."

Ghosted you.

Astra: "I know! I could feel it in your aura 💜"

Is genuinely happy about it, keeps you chill through the whole process

Kay/o: "I think you have the wrong person."

... Seriously though, it's a robot.

Chamber: "Oh la la... Je vais chercher du lait, Chérie."

You didn't understand his French, so you nod and smile.

Neon: "what?? But I'm baby 😭!!"

You sent her a pic of a pink rabbit plushie saying that was the baby. She agreed - it was now the baby.

Fade: "Oh shit... I'm not ready to be a mom-"

You reassured her by sending a picture of the cat you rescued, a black cat that looked way too energetic. She immediately said yes- it's name is Nightmare. So whenever she says "Nightmare, take them!", the kitty just jumps on whoever's closest. Yes, it was trained to do that.

Harbor: "Wait- but I pulled out?''

You had to explain to him that it can still happen - just like that very uncomfortable science class you had in high school. But once it's all cleared up, he gets into dad mode pretty fast.

Gekko: "Oh boy- we already have 4 kids here!! 😭"

His critters are his kids. And honestly he's a great critter dad. That's why you got a pet gecko - to add yet another baby critter to the family.

Deadlock: "Oh- Alright."

She is already looking into parenthood prep classes.

Iso: "Is it a 'congrats' or 'Im sorry' pregnancy -"

He didn't fully process what you said, and just instinctively kicked in with the logical question instead of reacting emotionally-

Took him a few seconds but went well!

Clove: "Uhhhh.. how?"

You swung by their dorm and gave them a jar with a growing salt crystal- the crystal was growing slowly on a string :) they check it's progress every day

Vyse: "... Honey, that's not biologically possible . Plus, I bent you over with a strap-"

She proceeded to explain basic biology and how it wasn't possible especially considering she bent you, to which you replied with a picture of a rose bush sprout. She simply responded with "Oh. Cute 💜". And she takes care of the rose plant, going as far as researching the best way to tend to it.

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SHIELD Law (Daisy Johnson x Coulson!Reader)

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Anonymous asked: Hi, Kaitlynn!!! I've never requested anything before but i was wondering if you would do a Daisy Johnson x Coulson reader. Maybe their married, and May is sent to spy on them because Coulson thinks their dating? if this isn't too much already, maybe could you have a time jump where the reader finds out she's pregnant and she tells her dad?

This request was actually so much fun. It's so, so fluffy!

Melinda May watches (Y/n) Coulson and Bobbi Morse sparring in the training room, (Y/n) helping Bobbi with her physical strength after having her leg broken by Grant Ward.

Bobbi knocks (Y/n) off her feet.

May is too far away from the two to hear what (Y/n) says, but May can tell that the youngest Coulson is impressed.

Then, Daisy Johnson walks into the room and (Y/n)’s expression turns to one that is carefully controlled.

(Y/n) dismisses Bobbi and then approaches Daisy.

May is disappointed, but not surprised to see (Y/n) and Daisy kiss.

They’re both breaking SHIELD’s law,May thinks, marking off to the Director’s office in disappointment.

. . .

“You broek SHIElD law,” Coulson scolds both young women.

(Y/n) and Daisy glance at each other.

“We’re married,” Daisy says and Coulson freezes.

“We’ve been dating since before Daisy officially joined SHIELD,” (Y/n) tells her father. Then, she softens when she sees her father’s hurt expression. “I wanted to tell you.”

. . .

Bobbi knocks on (Y/n)’s door a little later, and is surprised when Daisy is the one to answer the door.

“Oh, hi,” Bobbi says. “Is (Y/n) around?”

(Y/n) pops out of her closet.

“Hi, Bobbi!” (Y/n) says, walking over to the door. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, I just need you to approve this,” Bobbi hands (Y/n) a tablet.

(Y/n) signs the digital document and Bobbi grins.

“Thanks!” Bobbi gives (Y/n) a quick sisterly hug, and leaves the doorway.

“You ready?” (Y/n) asks Daisy. “Got everything you need?”

“All I need is you,” Daisy replies cheekily with a boyish grin.

(Y/n)’s heart skips a beat and she shakes her head. “I’m serious, Dais!”

Daisy chuckles, her eyes full of affection. “Yes, it’s already in the car.”

Daisy takes a few boxes from (Y/n)’s bed, and (Y/n) follows with a few more.

. . .

(Y/n) slips away from the sink, holding the test in her hand.

“Uh, Dais!” (Y/n) calls and Daisy runs into the bathroom, the light in her eyes carefully controlled.

This had been their third try, and both women had tried not to get their hopes up - though they both had failed.

Daisy lets out a squeal, scooping (Y/n) up and twirling her around.

“I can’t believe it!” Daisy murmurs joyfully, burying her face in (Y/n)’s neck after setting her down.

(Y/n) giggles as Daisy breathes in her scent, the action tickling her neck.

Daisy looks at (Y/n) after a moment, her eyes bright with affection and joy.

. . .

(Y/n) stands just outside the Playground entrance, Daisy’s hand squeezing her’s gently.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready,” Daisy murmurs.

“It’s been two years,” (Y/n) replies, her hand coming to rest on her four month bump.

Daisy waits for (Y/n)’s okay, and the two walk into the SHIELD base.

. . .

“Hi,” (Y/n) greets her father, shifting slightly against Daisy’s side.

“(Y/n)!” the man’s gaze is full of both guilt and joy at the sight of his daughter.

Phil Coulson takes a step forward, wrapping his daughter in a hug. (Y/n) relaxes a little at the familiar touch.

“We have something we want to tell you,” (Y/n) says, stepping back to stand beside her wife. (Y/n) and Daisy exchange excited looks.

“What is it?” Coulson asks.

“We’re going to have a baby,” (Y/n) says excitedly.

Coulson’s eyes brighten even more. “A Baby Coulson?”

“Actually, it’s a Baby Johnson,” (Y/n) corrects, glancing at Daisy lovingly.

. . .

Daisy’s sleepy head rests in (Y/n)’s lap, (Y/n)’s fingers scratching her scalp gently, (Y/n) trying to soothe her wife to sleep.

As Daisy starts to nod off, she feels a fluttering sensation against her head.

Daisy’s eyes open and she looks up at (Y/n) excitedly. “I felt him,” Daisy says excitedly.

(Y/n)’s eyes widen. “Seriously?” (Y/n) asks.

Daisy nods, running a finger on (Y/n)’s stomach after she sits up.

“Here,” (Y/n) gently takes Daisy’s hand and moves it to the right side of her stomach. (Y/n) taps her own fingers against her stomach, and Daisy’s eyes brighten even more as she feels flutters against hand.

(Y/n)’s heart swells as the soft look on Daisy’s face, (Y/n) brushes a few fingers across her wife’s cheek.

Daisy leans into the gentle touch, her eyes fluttering closed as (Y/n)’s thumb brushes over her temple.

“I love you,” (Y/n) leans forward a little, pressing her lips to Daisy’s forehead. “We both do.”

Daisy smiles giddily, cuddling into (Y/n)’s side, her head resting on (Y/n)’s shoulder. “I love you more.” Daisy replies, her eyes flutteirng closed sleepily.

“Dais,” (Y/n) gently shakes Daisy’s shoulder. “Let's get you to bed. I can’t lift you anymore.”

“Are you calling me fat?” Daisy asks cheekily.

“I take back my love,” (Y/n) says with a gigle.

“That’s not allowed,” Daisy replies, her eyes full of affection.

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UPDATED: JULY 10, 2022

SKYE’S GUIDE. | REQUESTS

SERIES.

COMING SOON!

ONE SHOTS.

☀︎︎☽ defensive - you defend yourself against a “fan”, harry’s there to calm you down (boyfriend!famous!harry x fem!reader)

☽ not ready yet - she’s pregnant, but he doesn’t know if he’s ready yet (boyfriend!harry x black!fem!reader)

☽ one last time - paula just wants to love him one last time before the thinks she had to let him go (college!harry styles x blackwoman!oc)

BLURBS.

☀︎︎ out in the open - you’re in love and everyone knows it (boyfriend!famous!harry styles x reader)

TROPES.

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HEAD CANNONS.

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 10

And here she is. The grand 14.5k finale. 

Summary: ex-girlfriend’s back and there’s gonna be trouble, hey-ya ex-girlfriend’s back

Warnings: cursing, a dash of angst

“Skye?”

You wish you could say she looks the same as you saw her last, that it feels like it’s been days and not two years, because that would mean you didn’t care enough to notice the slight differences from then and now. The most obvious change, her hair is shorter. Styling choice in clothing is different but still nice. She looks fitter, like she’s been exercising. 

But those are still the same eyes you looked into when she climbed up a tree to rescue you. Those are the same hands you held on your first date, the same lips you kissed after you faced your fear of riding the Ferris wheel on that date. That is still the same voice that broke your heart two years ago. 

You feel like puking.

“Actually, I go by Daisy now,” Skye says. Or Daisy says. It’s suddenly getting too warm outside. You feel hot in your shirt and your headache decides to turn up several notches. Skye-Daisy is talking but you’re not really hearing anything. Wanda notices your composure and tries to help but when she places a hand on your lower back, you pull away like you’ve been burned. 

You see hurt flash across Wanda’s face at you rejecting her touch, but your need to get away trumps apologizing. Daisy is still talking when you cut her off. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”

You move past her without so much as glancing at her. You make your way through the house. You hear voices talking over one another in the kitchen and it doesn’t take a genius to know they were talking about you when it gets silent as you pass by.

You turn to them, they being Laura, Clint, Nat, and the other agent. “Don’t let me interrupt. I’ll be in the shower.”

They watch silently as you make your way up the stairs. Wanda shows up in the kitchen seconds behind, going to chase after you to make sure you are okay but Nat quickly steps in her way. “I think we should let her have a moment alone.”

Wanda is ready to protest, looking over to your cousin for backup, but your cousin agrees with Natasha. Taking into account that your cousin knows you better than anyone, Wanda’s demeanor changes. So instead of chasing after you, she sighs in defeat and heads out the back door, needing a moment herself. 

Laura goes to talk to you right after your shower. She finds you in the guest bedroom dressed for the day, putting on your shoes. The sound of the door opening makes you tense up but finding a pregnant belly as your gaze goes from your shoes to the person at the door, you sigh in relief. 

“I know it’s your house and all, but knocking is still important. I could have been naked,” you try to joke with a smile, but your cousin sees it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You know this too when she closes the door and makes her way to sit next to you on the foot of the bed. 

You are barely able to get out the tired “Laura” said to tell her you don’t want to talk about it before she interrupts, “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, but I am not a mind reader like Wanda or a super spy like Nat, so it’s going to be really hard to give you advice when I don’t have much to go on. I also think it might help to vent.”

When you don’t say anything, she continues, “Or we could sit in complete silence, dragging it on until it’s painfully awkward.” That gets a snort out of you and a smile out of her. You relent and do as she pleases. Needless to say, Laura is right of course and venting helps you sort through your emotions. She sits through it all without interrupting, although you can see it kills her not getting something in there. 

Finally, after wrapping it all up, you relinquish the metaphorical speaking stick to her. “Okay, the floor is yours. Counsel away.”

“Okay, first…” And so it goes back and forth. She asks for clarification on certain things, you do just that, and she gives you her two cents. As draining as the conversation feels, by the end you’re left with a newfound vigor to finally get your shit together. Laura basically just told you what to do next. You have to talk to Skye/Daisy to get closure and move on. Maybe also ask what is up with the name change.

Laura hugs you tightly. Feeling all the love and also a bit squished, you laugh, “Is this the part where you tell me you’re proud of me?”

“Not until you actually do what we just said you would,” she answers, letting you go. She leaves the room with the intention of calling Daisy up to talk to you. She does so, finding her with Bobby, the other agent, in the kitchen along with her husband and his best friend, whilst you run through all the things you want to get off your chest. 

“Daisy, Y/N wants to talk to you upstairs,” Laura says, surprising Daisy. From the way things went down outside, Daisy thought her being here would mean you avoiding her completely. You asking to see her was the last thing she expected. She gives Laura a nod in acknowledgement and heads upstairs, trying to shake off the nerves on the way up. 

It takes her a minute to find you. Not ever having been upstairs, she practically gives herself the grand tour because of course you’re behind the last door she opens. You give her an awkward smile when she walks into the room, lingering by the door. It takes Daisy a minute to realize neither of you have spoken and have been having some kind of staring contest. 

She snaps out of it and focuses on something else. She takes in your entire appearance, damp hair down to the shoes. She breaks the tension with a joke, something you two always had in common. “Still rockin those green tops, I see.”

You look down at your outfit and laugh. Sure enough you are sporting a green shirt like the first time you both met when she was just a stranger helping you down from a tree. You acknowledge her reference to that day with, “I can still rock the tights, too.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Daisy replies, voice sounding almost far away as she recalls that day in her mind. She found you stuck in a tree, fear of heights keeping you from coming down. You wore a green shirt and tights, which is where her nickname “Robin Hood” for you sprung to life. She is brought back to the present at the sound of you clearing your throat.

“I didn’t call you up here to talk about my ageless styling choice though,” you steer the conversation to where you wanted. Daisy follows you to sit on the bed with a “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“I understand that you couldn’t tell me exactly what you were trying to do, especially now that I see where it lead to, but the way you left, the things you said, whether you meant to or not, made me feel like shit,” you begin.

“I-” Daisy starts, but you stop her, placing a hand on her arm.

“Wait. Let me just finish ‘cause I’ve been holding this in for a while.” At Daisy’s nod you continue, “You left out of the blue. I thought things were going really well. The way you ended things had me believing it was something that I did.”

You take your arm off of Daisy as you feel yourself getting angry. “You didn’t explain anything. You blamed me for deterring you off whatever mission you were on. I never meant to do that if that is true for you. I never asked to be your priority. I was in love with you and you knew that and still you put the blame on me and then left.”

You realize you are raising your voice, so you will yourself to calm down, looking down at Daisy. You don’t know at what point you stood up but you stay standing. “I didn’t deserve that shitty goodbye. I still carry all that with me but I’m tired of the weight. It’s deterring me from taking the path I want to take.” 

Daisy’s eyes water. She wears a guilty look on her face and she looks away from you to keep the tears at bay. When you see her try to blink them away you clarify, “I’m not putting it all on you. I know I could have chased after you and demanded an explanation. I could have fought harder. All I am asking for now is closure. You may have left me behind but I could never do that with you. But I really would like to now.”

“Fuck,” Daisy chokes out, failing to keep the tears from falling. You stand there watching her wipe at her face. It takes her a minute to gather the courage to look at you again. She clears the knot in her throat before she speaks. “I never meant to hurt you the way I did. I know it sounds like cliché bullshit, but it’s true. You’re right. What I did was shitty. I am an asshole for leaving the way I did and I regret saying that to you. The thing is, I was falling for you. Time went by so quickly with you and I panicked ‘cause I was starting to forget that the reason I was in the city wasn’t you.”

Daisy stands up and takes your hands in hers. She thinks you’ll pull away but is relieved when you don’t. Her hand feels more calloused. It still feels nice but you note that it doesn’t bring you the feelings it did before. No stomach flipping. No nervous heartbeat. Instead it brings you solace. This was exactly what you needed. 

“You were nothing but good to me and I should have given you a better goodbye or like you said, a chance to demand an explanation. I ran away so fast, I didn’t give you that chance. I might be years too late to say this but I really really am sorry. It was a dick move and I should have done better.”

She looks at you in desperation, trying to make you see that she does mean it. When you smile at her and say, “It was the dickiest move, but I’m ready to move on. Thank you for this.”

She breaks out into a smile. “This feels like a hugging moment. Can I hug you?”

You laugh and nod. She pulls you into her and hugs you tight. Being in her arms again feels good. Just like holding her hand, it doesn’t turn you to mush, but you did miss it. You say so as well and without either of you knowing, Wanda catches you right that moment.

Wanda thought she had left you alone long enough and wanted to go check on you, but it seems you are perfectly okay back in the arms of your ex saying how much you missed her holding you. Well you said you missed her hugs but that was the same thing. Wanda can’t believe how quickly she lost her chance the moment Skye or Daisy or whatever appeared at your door.

Wanda rushes downstairs, upset at Daisy, upset at you, but mostly upset at herself for taking so damn long to say something. She wants to scream. Why can’t life give her a goddamn break. Just when she thought it was going well and she had a shot at this, life shoots her down by sending Daisy out of all people to come and quite literally move Wanda away from you.

Whoever arranged the transportation is in for it when she gets back to the compound because there is no way a coincidence like this just happens. Life hates her and if Wanda couldn’t fight life, she sure as hell will make life miserable for whoever made that call.

Upstairs, you pull away from Daisy and then excitedly pull her down to take a seat next to you on the bed. “Okay, so what the hell is up with the name change?”

She fills you in on the main things that happened since you two have seen each other and it leaves you speechless. She basically became a superhero. Then you fill her in on things like how it is that you know the Avengers. 

“The name Robin Hood is even more fitting,” she points out after you tell her how you are related to Hawkeye, but you quickly shut that down telling her about how you nearly put an arrow through Spiderman’s head by accident. “Yeah, archery doesn’t seem to be for me. I think we’re all caught up now.”

Daisy gives you a look you read too well. You ask, “What?”

“You know what. Catching up means current things too. Just because we are exes doesn’t mean we can’t talk about relationships. I just told you all about Ward. Now tell me about the brunette who gave me the death stare outside,” Daisy insists. 

“It’s not like that,” you try but she laughs. “Please. Don’t think I didn’t catch that you both were coming in from outside and in last night’s clothes.”

“How do you know they were last night’s clothes?” you challenge. 

“Robin, I don’t remember any time I caught you outside so early in jeans. We went hiking once and you didn’t even bother to put on leggings. You went in your pjs. Also, the patted down hair, big give away. So spill,” she demands.

You huff. All these SHIELD agents and superheroes were too clever. You tell her about Wanda, but to explain why you didn’t simply just ask Wanda out before, you had to go back to the start. You recount what happened to your romantic life after she had left. She apologizes again in the middle of your retelling. After you finish recounting yesterday’s events, she acknowledges, “Damn, I really messed you up.”

You shove her playfully as she laughs. “No, but we can fix this!”

“What do you mean ‘we’?” you ask, narrowing your eyes in suspicion. 

“Look, we both recognize that because of me your love life has been stunted, so I want to help. I am going to help you get the girl,” she replies so confidently, you know you won’t be able to stop her from “helping”. 

“She’s leaving today. You are literally here to take her back home. How is that helping?” you sarcastically point out.

“We’re not leaving until tomorrow morning,” she corrects. You dryly laugh, “Gee, so much better.”

“It is. Don’t take time for granted. A lot can happen in a few hours. Trust me.”

You sigh. “Okay, where do we start?”

“First, we need a different outfit. The Robin Hood look is cute, don’t get me wrong, but we need something that will win a girl over,” she begins. 

You scoff at her having somewhat offended your style. You mumble, “It won you over didn’t it.”

“Touché. Still though. Where are the rest of your clothes?”

You ask her what the plan is as she digs through your clothes making different outfits in her head. She then turns to you with what others would call a curious expression but you know this is her scheming face. “Do you still suck at bowling?”

You and Daisy ask the others if they’d like to go bowling. Laura, Clint, and Nat decide to stay with the kids. Wanda takes some convincing, which you find unusual. Normally she would be down to go with you anywhere especially if it’s into town. However, some puppy dog eyes and annoying “please, please, please” do the trick. 

Before you leave, you do as you were told yesterday and grab some disinfectant wipes. Daisy follows you curiously and when she sees where you are heading, she snorts. You glare at the smirk on her face for guessing accurately about your late night activities with a certain brunette. You two talk about your plan while you clean.

You and Daisy would take your car separately to head to the store to buy Wanda some flowers. Fortunately for once, Wanda decides to ride with Sam, Bobby, Pietro, and Peter in the family car. 

You don’t take too long getting the flowers. You know exactly which to get, Wanda having told you her favorite not too long ago. When you park outside the bowling alley, you see the others have already made it. You try to shake off the nerves.

“Should I ask her right away or at the end?” you ask Daisy as you head to the entrance with the flowers in your hand. You’ve never asked anyone out like this before and it is a bit nerve wracking. The only real relationship you could say you’ve been in was with Daisy and she kind of took over the whole asking part.

“Just whenever you have a moment alone with her and it feels right,” she advises, thanking you when you open the door for her. 

You stop her before she heads in. “How do I know if it’s the right time?”

“When you start freaking out like ‘shit shit shit. This might be the last chance I get to ask her.’ That’s probably it,” Daisy answers. You head inside and straight over to get bowling shoes.

“Oh, hey! They’re here,” Peter points you and Daisy out to the group from their lane. The group barely glances over at you two. They are too distracted in picking nicknames to put on the screen that keeps tally.

Wanda though doesn’t take her eyes off you, as much as it hurts to see you giving Daisy some flowers and then her putting them aside after you put on your shoes to fix your hair. You have your back turned to Wanda so she can’t try to guess what you were saying that had Daisy grinning like that. Then you and Daisy are leaning in and she has to turn away then, no longer being able to watch.

“Okay, breath is fresh,” Daisy says after having asked you to do a breath check. “Hair looks good. Outfit is better. You look great! How are you feeling? The only answer I’ll take is confident.”

“Well if it’s the only answer you’ll take,” you quip, trying to hide the nerves but she sees right through it. 

“You are gonna be just fine.” She grabs the flowers and hands them back to you. “Chin up. Back straight. Confidence is key. Let’s go bowl.”

The first twenty minutes, you try to find a moment with Wanda but it does not happen. You haven’t even gotten a word other than “hi” in and that didn’t count because that was in greeting to the whole group. You planned to sit with her but she was already between her brother and Bobby. 

It’s also hard to try to get her attention when she hasn’t spared a glance your way. You almost feel like she is actively avoiding your gaze. You definitely have a right to think she might be avoiding you entirely when you ask Wanda if she could help you go get everyone’s drinks after having offered to get them and she says her turn is up next. Instead Peter goes with you.

Pietro frowns at Wanda, wondering why she was in a mood. His first thought is maybe she was jealous but that wasn’t it. She would have been all over you if that was the case like yesterday. She’s acting more broody than anything, reminding him of when Vision broke up with her.

Wanda is getting a bowling ball and Pietro decides to confront her then, standing with his back turned to the group so they can’t hear him as he speaks in a hushed tone, “Why are you acting like this with Y/N? Did you two break up already or what?”

“We’d have to have dated to break up,” she grumbles, grabbing her bowling ball and leaving Pietro standing to take her turn. He wasn’t done talking to her though so after she gets a strike, he walks up to her. Before he’s able to ask any further questions, someone in the other lane calls their attention.

“Wanda? I thought that was you.” A handsome guy Pietro knows he has seen before walks up to them. When Wanda doesn’t say anything, Pietro knowing it’s because she is having trouble placing him as well, the handsome guy continues, “It’s me. Adam. From the fair. We danced together.”

“Yes! Adam. I’m sorry. I didn’t recognize you without the hat,” Wanda lies. Truth is she wasn’t paying enough attention to him that night to be able to recognize him if he had been wearing the same outfit. 

He laughs in a charming manner. “Sadly, the hat stayed home tonight. I’m beginning to think I should have brought it tonight. I’m getting absolutely creamed at bowling and if the hat was lucky enough to get me a dance with you, I might have been beating everybody in my group.”

Wanda just smiles politely while her brother stands there awkwardly. Adam suddenly remembers his manners seeing Pietro there. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I’m Adam.”

The rest of the group is just watching it happen. Daisy more so with interest wondering if this handsome stranger is going to be a problem. With the way he was staring at Wanda, she assumes he will be after hearing Wanda laugh at something he says. She hopes you hurry up with the drinks.

As the worker puts the last of the drinks on two trays for you and Peter to carry back to your group, you ask Peter, “Is Wanda mad at me or something?”

“I don’t think so? Why?” 

“I don’t know. I just feel like she’s avoiding me. I’m probably just letting the nerves get to my head. Thanks,” you say the last part to the worker. You and Peter head back.

“Why would you be nervous?” He asks curiously.

You have no reason to keep it to yourself so you tell him, “I’m planning on asking Wanda out and I’m just jittery.”

He turns around swiftly, looking excited, “Oh my gosh! I was low key rooting for this to happen.”

“You think she’ll say yes?”

“I’ve heard her say yes in like all contexts to you. I actually don’t think I’ve ever heard her say no to you,” he jokes. It kind of leaves you speechless in an impressed kind of way. This is the first time you’ve heard him make a somewhat dirty joke. He reads your expression wrong thinking he might have gone too far and he immediately apologizes. “Sorry, that was inappropriate. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

You ease his mind when you start laughing. “No, that was a good one. You’re lucky I’m carrying this tray cause that was an arm punch or flick to the forehead kind of joke,” you proclaim. Then it dawns on you. “Oh, god. She’s rubbing off on me.”

Peter laughs as you make your way back. It’s Peter’s turn so he leaves you to give everyone their drinks. You notice Wanda wasn’t there. “Did Wanda go to the restroom or something?”

“Or something.” Pietro nods his head over to the other lane where you see Wanda sitting next to a handsome guy. It’s the Brad-looking guy you compared to Steve Rogers at the fair. You had to be sure though. “Is that?”

“The guy from the fair,” he affirms. “He needed a partner and asked her. So now she’s playing over there but I get her turns she said.”

You sigh in defeat as you sit next to Daisy. Knowing you are frustrated at your luck, she shakes your arm, “Chin up, Robin Hood. You’ll just give them to her afterwards.”

Sam overhears, of course. “Is that who those are for?” He points at the flowers. “Ooh, that’s cute. You gonna ask her to be your giiiirrrlfrieeeend?”

You try not to but you blush at his teasing. “Shut up.”

“Aww,” Sam continues to bug you, but Bobby helps you out, nudging him to be quiet before she stands. It’s her turn after Peter. She picks out her bowling ball and says to you, “The flowers are a nice touch.���

That makes you feel better. When it’s your turn, you look to the other lane and see that it’s also Captain Westview’s turn as well. You courteously let him roll first. He gets a spare. You’re up and you pray to the lord that you don’t embarrass yourself.

Much to your surprise and everyone who was watching including Wanda you get a strike. You can’t help the cocky smirk you send over to the county fair guy. He just nods at you, impressed by your roll. It shouldn’t make you upset that he doesn’t have a fragile masculinity because obviously the world needs less of it but damn you really hoped he did so you could wipe the smile off his face. 

It’s Daisy’s turn up and she gives you a high five. “Damn, Robin. Where were those moves whenever we’d gone bowling? I vividly remember you still missing all the pins even while using bumpers that are specifically for that not to happen.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. She rolls her ball and it hits three pins. You joke, “I remember you being way better or was that the effects of the so called rose-colored-lenses?”

Wanda hears you giggling with Daisy and she knows it’s petty and childish what she does next. She knows but she doesn’t care at the moment. Daisy goes for a spare and it seems like she’s going to get it. Two final pins wobble enough that you know they’re going to fall.

Daisy turns to you knowing this as well, “You were saying?”

But the pins oddly never fall down. You are both confused but you just laugh it off as Daisy just pushes you away. “Shut up. You’re just bad luck. I totally had that.”

“Sure you did.”

Pietro goes up and you see that it’s also Wanda’s turn in the other lane. You pay attention to her and mentally cheer for her when she gets a spare. Country boy over there cheers loudly on the other hand. He gives Wanda a hug when she goes to sit down next to him. You huff out in annoyance. Wanda sees this from her peripheral vision and feels kind of satisfied by your reaction. Let’s see how you like it, she thinks.

For the next few turns you try your best not to look over to the other lane cause it seems like every time you do, you just see Fair guy flirting with Wanda and her happily letting him shower her with attention. 

Instead, you talk to Daisy, her telling you some incredible things about missions she’s been on. There are details she can’t disclose but even so she words things in ways you can easily guess what she may not say. Her stories are working in distracting you so well that you don’t notice how Wanda keeps looking over to see if you are looking her way in return. 

Wanda is annoyed to see you’re not paying her attention anymore. Her childish behavior goes up two notches when Daisy goes to take a drink and Wanda uses her powers to have the soda “accidentally” soak her shirt. It doesn’t go in Wanda’s favor though when you accompany Daisy back to the car where you had a spare shirt of yours for her to wear. 

When it’s your turn, you let the cowboy go first again. This time you notice that his ball curves at the last second to make a strike. He cheers loudly. “Wanda, did you see that? Maybe you’re my lucky charm?” 

Oh, he thinks he’s so smooth. You try to ignore it all and focus on your roll. You step forward, swing your arm, and release the ball at the perfect angle to make another strike, which is why it confounds you when it defies all logic and the ball rolls at a 90 degree angle in the middle of the lane, sending it right into the gutter. 

You have a feeling of deja vu. With a vague clue as to what may be happening, you go for your second roll and pay close attention to the ball when it’s rolling. You see the tiniest wisp of a red hue push the ball, sending it to the gutter once more. 

Now you know for sure it’s Wanda messing with your game, but you don’t know why. You turn to look at her while Mister County Fair is talking her ear off. Wanda knows you caught what she did and she tries to play it like you didn’t just catch her stare. 

Daisy goes up to roll but you keep staring at Wanda until you hear, “Finally! Took long enough. Did you see that?”

Apparently, Daisy made a strike. Is it a coincidence she finally makes one while all your attention is on Wanda ensuring that she doesn’t use her magic? Could be but not likely. 

Now you are kind of ticked. Jealous Wanda yesterday you could handle. A Wanda that’s all over you, demanding your attention is fine. You can do that. You’ll give her that. But this, playing games once she already has your attention is something else. You didn’t like it. 

Sensing your grumpiness, Daisy asks, “Are you okay?”

You both take your previous seats. You start second guessing asking her out and you let Daisy know this. “I’ve tried and it didn’t work. I don’t see why it would work now.”

“Did the words ‘Will you go out with me?’ ever come out of your mouth?” she asks and when you shake your head she reprimands you. “See! You never actually asked her out. What was that saying from the movies you love? ‘Do or do not…’”

She has you finish the phrase, “there is no try.” You huff, knowing she was right. Those words never actually came out of your mouth as much as you wanted them to. You gave up way too easily that night. 

Not tonight though. You’ll make sure Wanda hears what you have to say. You just have to wait until she’s done playing whatever she’s playing at flirting with Fair guy while not so subtly looking your way. 

Ten minutes later, Fair guy’s group is gathering their things ready to leave. You are sitting in your seat with arms crossed watching him bid Wanda adieu. You roll your eyes when he flashes her a smile before taking her hand and kissing the top of her knuckles with a “I hope to see you again.”

Wanda heads back to your group. She’s annoyed you’re not looking her way after Pietro acknowledges her return. Instead you decide staring at your empty cup is more worthwhile than meeting her gaze. She dramatically sighs as she sits next to her brother. 

“Wasn’t he dreamy?” she asks the group but you feel her eyes linger on you longer than the rest.

You shouldn’t but you can’t help your sarcastic reply, “Yeah, nearly put us all to sleep with that kiss on the hand.”

You hear Pietro and Sam snicker which puts a little smile on your face. Daisy next to you nudges your leg with her knee that you’ve always known to mean to cut it out. When you look at her, she confirms it when she mouths, “Don’t,” as a warning not to start anything, but it’s too late for that because Wanda has things to say as well. “It may be a little old fashioned but not everyone can work as fast as you, Y/N. Some people like to take their time.”

That gets you to finally look at Wanda. Daisy beside you sighs in defeat, knowing how you always have something to say back. Most times it’s witty and makes her laugh but sometimes it can be defensive. Either way, she knows you take it as a challenge, needing to get the last word. 

“I haven’t gotten any complaints yet. In fact I recall going just at the right speed. Half the people in this group could probably attest to that,” you shoot back at her. 

Peter’s face flushes pink, Sam nods his head, Pietro scrunches his face, and Daisy and Bobby are confused but intrigued by that comment. Wanda just gets upset. “Maybe you don’t give people enough time to form a complaint because by the time they have something to complain about you are already on to the next.”

She then turns to Daisy who looks a little spooked to be in the line of fire. “Good luck trying to get a word in with Y/N, Daisy. Communication isn’t her strong suit.”

Daisy and you look at Wanda in confusion. Daisy asks, “What are you talking about?”, at the same time you ask, “Why are you acting like this?”

“Acting like what?” Wanda leans back with jaw clenched and arms crossed, staring at you with an arched eyebrow. She’s daring you to say something, but it’s Sam who coughs out, “Like a jealous girlfriend,” under his breath before going to take a sip of his drink.

Wanda replies, “Well, that’s not possible. We all know Y/N doesn’t do relationships. A pity really. It seems like she would make a great one, but all she knows is how to entertain someone for a few days and move on to the next.”

“Wanda,” you warn her, feeling your body tense up. Her brother puts a hand on her shoulder as if to stop her from speaking as if that would stop her. She simply shrugs his hand off of her.

“She’s really good at making you feel special, saying how you’re not like anyone else and how she doesn’t want to break your heart, but let me warn you, once she has it, she’ll discard it like all the others. Who knows, maybe you are special.” She looks at Daisy once more, continuing, “I mean, flowers! Wow.”

“Wan-” Daisy tries to clarify that the flowers were not for her but Wanda is on a roll not wasting a breath and not bothering to glance back at you. Maybe if she did she would see the tears forming in your eyes like everyone else seems to be noticing and maybe she would stop. She didn’t. 

“She told me they were too cliche for her liking. I mean it makes sense. You were her first, so you get flowers. Meanwhile, I get a fucking key ring. But hey no complaints, cause if Y/N is anything, she’s a person of her word. You ask for a distraction and she provides all too well with a good fuck. Just don’t expect anything more.”

“Fuck this,” you spit out. You have Wanda’s attention again but you are avoiding looking at her. You stand up and grab your stuff to leave. Wanda gets up from her seat as well as you ask Daisy through unsteady breaths, “Can you drive me back?”

Daisy looks at you sympathetically and nods, understanding you might not be fit to drive yourself home and she wouldn’t want to leave you alone after this either. She follows close behind you. You shove the flowers to Wanda’s chest when you two pass by her. 

Wanda looks at them confused and then at your retreating form. “What? Were the flowers not up to standard for her? They look perfect to me.”

You turn around and Wanda can finally see the tears in your eyes. She feels a pang of guilt in her stomach for upsetting you so much you were ready to cry.

Daisy was right earlier. You always do fight for the last word. Your voice cracks when you say, “I’m glad you like them. They were for you.”

A tear slips from your eye and you have to turn around quickly in order to not let the others see the waterworks, but Wanda saw it fall. She’s still confused and trying to wrap her head around what you just said. When you and Daisy are out the door, she turns around to find her brother shaking his head in disappointment and everyone else looking very uncomfortable.

Peter decides to speak up and explains, “Daisy and Y/N aren’t together.”

“What?” Wanda asks for further clarification because none of this was making sense to what she had set in her mind. 

“Y/N was planning to ask you out tonight. She was waiting for you to finish your game with the other group,” he answers. Instant regret.

“Shit,” Wanda closes her eyes and internally yells in frustration. Why hadn’t she let you talk? If she had just let you-

“Fuck!” she takes off running, trying to reach you before you leave but when she storms out the doors and searches the street, she doesn’t see your car. She screams out loud this time. “Ahh!”

“Sorry, miss.”

She jumps, startled by an employee who followed her out. “You can’t take the shoes with you.”

She stares at him confused and then looks at her feet. Sure enough she’s got the silly bowling shoes on. She follows the employee back inside and trades the shoes for the ones she actually owns. She doesn’t go back to the group though. She texts her brother that she needed to go for a walk. 

She wanders around a few blocks. Random people stare at her and she wonders why but then realizes they’re probably curious as to why she is just walking around carrying flowers. She forgot she still had them. She comes across a familiar street. Her feet guide her to one of the first places you had taken her.

She opens the door to the ice cream parlor and sees Tanya is working today. Tanya takes a break from wiping the counter at the sound of someone walking in and greets them.

She’s pleasantly surprised to find Wanda in her store once more. “Hello, Wanda. Are those for me?” she teases, seeing the flowers in Wanda’s hand but upon noticing Wanda’s distraught face, she stops. “What’s wrong?”

She motions for Wanda to sit and leaves the counter to sit across from her. She continues her questioning trying to guess what happened. “Were those for Y/N? Don’t take it too hard. She’s just not one for flowers, hun.”

“No, um, she got them for me,” Wanda answers quietly.

“That’s sweet and not like her at all. She must really like you. You know, last year she made me this twizzler bouquet with ring pops on the ends. It fell apart the moment she handed it to me,” Tanya laughs, remembering the funniest present she got for her birthday last summer. “All because regular flowers were too overdone for her.”

Wanda smiles at the story but hearing someone else verify that her giving you flowers was something special just reminds her of how she messed up. Tanya sees Wanda revert back to her previous demeanor and asks, “So what happened?”

Wanda gives Tanya the basic rundown of the situation she found herself in. She got out of a relationship, followed her brother/friends here to distract herself, found you, found she really likes you, got involved, misread everything when your ex returned, made a scene hurting your feelings, and is now here regretting wasting the last few hours trying to make you jealous when she could have just spent them having fun with you before she had to leave in the morning. Oh, yeah. Also, she has to leave in the morning. 

“Wow.” Tanya is left speechless.

“Yep,” Wanda responds curtly. She feels miserable. She could only imagine how you feel after she just took everything you were insecure about and shoved it in your face in front of everyone. You’re probably crying on Daisy’s shoulder or telling Nat and Laura what happened. Oh god, they probably hate her. You probably hate her now. She wouldn’t blame you if you did but she hopes that’s not the case.

“I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. You really messed up, Wanda,” Tanya puts it bluntly. Wanda’s bottom lip begins to quiver. She knew this already. Her brother’s face said so, but hearing it from someone who’s known you longer and is basing their response on just what Wanda told, it’s hard to hear. 

Tanya is a bit upset at Wanda. For the time that Tanya has known you, you have been nothing but a jovial spirit. The only time she’s ever seen you cry was from laughing too hard. You were far from a saint. It’s hard not to hear the rumors that run about you and she knows various of those rumors were true. She’s not blind to the fact that you have made mistakes, but you were a good person. Tanya’s sure about that.

Therefore having someone she’s met twice tell her she hurt you and made you cry is a weird position to be in. She wants to tell Wanda off for doing such a thing but seeing the state Wanda is in, she can tell Wanda hurting you was the last thing she wanted to do. Tanya has seen you around with plenty of others who looked at you just like Wanda had the first time she stepped foot in the parlor, but she’s never seen you look back at them the way you do at Wanda.

And the flowers! That was definitely a first and she would hate it to be the last. So, here she has two heartbroken girls who are in this situation because of lack of communication. Tanya takes pity on Wanda, seeing her wipe a tear that spilled and rolled down her cheek. 

“So you have to fix it,” Tanya added. 

Wanda looks at her, helpless. “How do I do that? She probably hates me.”

“You tell her why you felt the need to say what you did. You explain yourself. You tell her everything. You talk and then you let her talk. No saying things you don’t mean. Say everything you do,” Tanya suggests. Wanda nods but Tanya still asks, “You got it?”

Wanda sniffles and nods once more but confirms it out loud, “I got it.”

“Good. Now wipe those tears. No one wants to see someone crying at an ice cream shop. It’s depressing,” Tanya teases, going back to work. Wanda lets out a little chuckle as she does as she’s told. She takes a deep breath, trying to pick herself up before heading out the door with the plan to head back and do just like Tanya suggested and say everything she actually meant to say.

Her phone rings as she’s walking back to the bowling alley. She picks up the call without looking at the caller ID knowing it was her brother by the custom ringtone. She answers without a greeting. “I’m heading back already, Piet. Don’t worry.”

“Where are you? We’ll pick you up.” Pietro’s voice sounds rushed.

“I’m like a block away. I can walk,” Wanda says, wondering why Pietro is in a hurry to go back to Clint’s. 

“Daisy called Bobby. We have to go to the hospital,” Pietro replies. 

Wanda’s heart drops. She imagines the worst and begins to panic. “What happened?”

Pietro doesn’t answer and it just freaks her out further. She raises her voice, “Pietro! What happened? Piet?”

She hears a faint, “There she is,” before a car pulls up next to her on the sidewalk. Pietro pops his head out of the passenger seat window and says, “Get in.”

Wanda practically jumps into the back seat with Peter and Sam. 

“What happened? Is Y/N okay? Tell me she’s okay. What happened?” she demanded answers. 

“Woah, calm down. Y/N’s fine,” Sam assures her. Wanda looks at him confused. “Then why are we rushing to the hospital? Why did Daisy call Bobby?”

“Daisy only has Bobby’s number,” Pietro half explains.

“Will someone just tell me what is going on?” Wanda yells, frustrated at not getting a straight answer. 

“Laura is having her baby right now!” Peter shouts excitedly. Wanda lets out a sigh of relief at the news. Then she angrily shoves the back of her brother’s head. “Asshole!”

“Hey! What did I do?” Pietro turns around to hear Wanda’s response. 

“You made me think something bad happened! I thought Y/N was hurt,” Wanda exclaims. 

“Why did you think that?” Pietro asks. Wanda rolls her eyes at her brother, thinking it was obvious, but tells him anyway. “We are rushing to the hospital and you mentioned Daisy calling out of everyone. You realize we don’t have to rush to the hospital, right? Unless we had Laura in the car with us. It could take hours until the baby is actually here.”

“What? No,” Pietro rejects the idea but looking around the car he sees his sister might be right. Now he is unsure. “Really?”

He doesn’t take Sam or Peter’s word for it because they could be messing with him but Bobby nods so he’s convinced and a bit disappointed the baby won’t already be born by the time they arrive at the hospital. “Oh.”

The day feels so long and it just got longer for you. You currently rest your head on your ex’s shoulder as you sit in the waiting room of the hospital since life decided to make this day more memorable by making your cousin have her baby right after your crush figuratively punched you in the heart because they thought you were back together with your ex that showed up out of the blue. 

Needless to say, you are exhausted. Anyone who takes one good look at you could see that with your red puffy eyes and your slumped body. You would think if anyone saw you this way they would turn the other way and leave you alone but Wanda isn’t just anyone it seems because when she sees you she heads right your way with very little hesitation. 

Fortunately for you Nat steps in front of her. You hear her turn Wanda away from you with a “Not now, Wanda”, disappointment evident in her tone. Wanda turns around defeatedly and sits in the empty seat next to her brother. 

The hours go by slowly. Cooper and Lila fall asleep on Nat, their heads on her lap. You do your best to ignore Wanda. She practically stares at you the whole time and you can’t bear to see the hopeful glint in her eyes when you catch her eyes only to see her frown from your peripheral vision when you turn away. 

You also can’t stand the guilty face she sports the whole time. You can see she feels bad about making you cry or maybe saying what she did but if she thinks she can just pull a pouty face and all is forgiven, then she is sorely mistaken. 

And what you absolutely can’t take is that all you want to do is go over there and hold her. You want to wipe the sadness away as if it’s your fault it’s there. It’s not. It’s hers. You hate to know you could go over there and say all the right things to make her smile again, but that wouldn’t really fix anything. It wouldn’t take away that she said what she did. 

Is this how Wanda felt when Vision said what he did? It sucked. Before you can think too deeply about it, Clint comes to tell you that baby Nathaniel is here giving you some joy for what’s been a rather crappy evening. 

You all go pay the baby and your cousin a quick visit before leaving to let your cousin rest. Wanda wants to talk to you but thinks maybe she should wait until you are all home as it could turn into a public dispute in the parking lot of the hospital.

Bobby gets Wanda and the boys back sooner than Nat, much to Wanda’s favor. She waits outside the house for you to arrive. Everyone else heads in ready to pack their things and sleep. You hesitate to walk up to the house seeing Wanda waiting there for you but you know there was no way out of this. Wanda is determined to talk to you. 

Nat doesn’t say anything to Wanda this time. She does however give her a pointed look as to say ‘don’t mess this up any further’. Wanda gives her a nod in understanding. Daisy asks if you’ll be okay or if you need her to tell Wanda to back off. You give her a grateful smile but tell her you need to talk. 

They leave you alone taking Cooper and Lila with them. You stay standing by the car, watching them head into the house. Right when she hears the sound of the door closing, she walks to you, apology immediately falling from her lips. 

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did. Please forgive me. I didn’t mean it. Any of it,” she pleads, looking at you with sorry green eyes. 

“Then why did you say it?” You curse yourself for your voice immediately breaking, the sound of you getting choked up all over again. Wanda hates the sound. She doesn’t want to hear it again, especially when she knows it’s her fault.

“I let my insecurities get in the way and I used yours against you because I wanted you to feel the way I was feeling and it was wrong and I am so sorry,” she apologizes again, stepping closer to you.

“I thought you weren’t an insecure person,” you comment, remembering the conversation about said insecurities last night. It seems so long ago, but like you mentioned, it’s been a long day. 

“We both know why I said that.”

“Do we?” you push.

“Look, okay. I was jealous yesterday and today…,” Wanda sighs, finding it hard to continue. But you press, “Today, what, Wanda?”

“Last night, you told me things might have gone differently with Daisy had you been someone she could lean on, someone she could talk to not just for you to make her laugh but also be her shoulder to cry on. I realized that you do all this with me. You are all those things for me. You aren’t just a distraction to me.”

“Then why did-” you start but knowing how that sentence finishes, she cuts in, “Because I was hurt, Y/N. Today I was going to finally come clean about how I really feel about you and about this whole thing we’ve been doing but then Daisy showed up and then when I went to talk to you, to check on you, I saw you with her in her arms and I misread it. I thought you let her back in and tossed me aside without a second thought. There was just so much I wanted to say to you and I said all the wrong things, things I didn’t mean and I regret it. I only said it ‘cause I was hurt. Please believe me.”

And you do. Maybe because Wanda looks two seconds from literally begging on her knees and five away from breaking down in tears.

“Okay,” you say.

Wanda doesn’t think she heard correctly, but she hopes she does. “Okay?”

“Yeah, I believe you,” you clarify. Wanda still looks like she’s about to cry for a different reason now. She is beyond relieved to hear you say that, but she still has to make sure you two are okay.

“So you don’t hate me? We’re okay?” She builds up the nerve to ask.

“Yes,” you answer. Wanda’s heart drops and she guesses her face shows it because then you are correcting yourself in a rush, “No, I meant ‘Yes, we’re okay.’ I don’t hate you. Sorry, I should have stuck to the order you asked.”

“Jerk. You scared me,” she replies, smacking your arm, going back to her usual behavior. You roll your eyes and remind her, “I knew it was too good to be true. Do I have to remind you of the rules?”

“I never agreed to that rule. I remember saying no to that,” she recalls and giggles when you say, “Damn it. You did.”

“Even if I had, those rules were for when we decided to be friends,” she reminds you, steering the conversation to where she meant to this morning. “I don’t believe they apply to us anymore.”

“They don’t? Are you saying we’re not friends anymore? I thought I was the one that was wronged here and it’s you who doesn’t want to be friends?” you tease her, feigning ignorance to the significance of what she said. However, she doesn’t want to play around now. 

“Y/N, I’m being serious,” she stresses, stopping you from turning this into another night gone with things left unsaid. “I really like you and I don’t want to be your friend. I want more, officially, not just what we’ve been doing. I don’t want to correct people when they assume we are together. I want to tell them they’re right, that you are mine.”

“Wanda, I-” Your brain freezes. This is what you’ve wanted. She basically gave you the speech you were meaning to give her earlier and here you are frozen, words caught in your throat. You are panicking because suddenly it becomes too real. You are getting exactly what you want. It’s literally happening for you, but of course this is when all the doubts flood in. 

“Wanda, I can’t.” 

Self-sabotage is a bitch.

She looks at you confused and frustrated. Peter and the others confirmed that you, not a few hours ago, were going to ask her out. What happened?

“Are you serious?” Wanda is mad, rightfully so. All this push and pull and when it’s all finally in place, you want to ruin it and start this tug of war again and she’s tired. 

“Wanda, you are leaving in a few hours. Everyone is literally packing to go right now,” you begin.

“And you’ll leave by the end of summer to go back to school. So what?” Wanda argues.

“We would be thousands of miles away from one another,” you reply but she counters sarcastically with, “There’s this thing called a phone, Y/N. It’s really neat.”

“I’ll be busy here with my cousin and her baby and then with school and you’ll be busy saving the world. There wouldn’t be any time,” you try pathetically.

“I know I’ve never gone to college, but I’m pretty sure they give you breaks from school. And does it look like I’m saving the world right now? I have moments too. I know you don’t like heights so I fly to you. I could visit you here or in California.”

“Wanda,” is all you say as you’ve run out of excuses.

“Why are you suddenly against this? You were going to ask me earlier. Peter told me.” She waits for you to answer but you have none for her. She resigns, “Look, if you’re afraid of commitment, just say so. There is no need to make all these excuses. That’s what it is, isn’t it? You’re afraid someone will walk out on you again.”

She hit the mark and you can’t help but bite back, “Why don’t you admit you’re only fighting this hard because you are afraid of ending up alone?”

Wanda sucks in a breath. “That’s not fair.”

You’re stubborn. You keep pushing, “Isn’t it? You said it yourself. You came here for a distraction and there I was, distracting you from feeling so damn lonely after the one person who paid you any mind decided it was better to be alone. Maybe he has the right idea. Have a safe flight back.”

A long moment passes in which she stares hard at you wondering if you were seriously doing this. Seeing there is no change and you are not going to say anything else, she scoffs, shaking her head at you, “Fine. Have it your way.”

With that, she does a 180 and leaves you outside. You’re shaky and don’t know how to calm down. You kick a rock in frustration to release some of the pent up frustration before heading inside. It hits Nat’s car, but not hearing the alarm go off, you don’t give it a second glance. You’re too in your head to care.

You head inside to go to sleep but you can’t. You spend hours tiring your mind trying to process everything until finally around 4 in the morning, the exhaustion takes over. Cooper is the one to wake you up by poking you.

“Stop that,” you command but clearly you have no authority in this house, feeling him keep prodding at your side. You peek to see who is poking you. “Cooper.”

“Auntie Nat says to get up,” Cooper explains.

“Well, Auntie Nat can go-”

“I can go, what?” Nat’s voice comes from the other side of the couch. You immediately shut up. Nat has authority it seems.

“Nothing,” you rush, sitting up. She smirks and you glare at her. You notice the sun is bright out. “What time is it?”

“It’s ten,” she responds, coming around to sit on the other couch with a coffee mug in her hand. She sends Cooper to tell his sister to get ready to go to the hospital to see their parents and new sibling. You look at her, surprised.

“What? No exercise today?”

She shrugs, “You had a long day yesterday. Figured you needed a break.” 

“Got that right. Where is everyone else?” you ask, not hearing the additional voices that grace your ears around this time of the day. 

“It seems you really did need that sleep. You didn’t hear them leave this morning?”

“They left?” You’re sad to hear this. You knew they’d leave early but you figured they’d wake you to say goodbye. You had hoped that despite last night, Wanda would say goodbye before they left.

She notices your disheartened state and teases, “What? Wanda didn’t say goodbye? Trouble in paradise already?”

“Haha. Very funny,” you mumble, in fact not finding it funny.

“What? Don’t tell me you won’t let me tease just because she’s your girlfriend now,” she taunts. You're confused and she catches your expression quickly. Hers changes just as fast from teasing to irritated. She rephrases, “Don’t tell me you won’t let me tease because she’s not your girlfriend.”

You sigh, affirming with a nod and then she goes off on you. “Are you fucking serious, Y/N? What happened?”

She looks almost as angry as when she caught you and her sister. You gulp nervously and answer all her questions like you are being interrogated by an officer. When you finish, she shakes her head at you disappointedly. “You’re an idiot, Y/N. You literally did what Wanda did to you at the bowling alley. You let your insecurities get the best of you.”

You realize she’s right. “I know.”

“So?” She asks you. 

You stare at her confused at what else she wants you to say. You already said she was right. What else is there to say? “So what?”

“So, are you going to sit here and mope about it all summer or are you going to take accountability like I thought you were beginning to do? Or was that just a one week free trial type of thing?” Nat quips, waiting for your answer.

“I’m gonna call her,” you decide. Nat seems satisfied with that response. She leaves you to do that and goes to check on the kids. 

You try calling Wanda but she won’t answer your calls. You then go to call Pietro but then realize you don’t have his number nor Sam’s. You begin to panic but fortunately you find that Daisy left a note beside you that read “don’t be a stranger” followed by her phone number. 

Not to be a bad person, but you really hope Daisy still feels guilty for leaving you because you needed a big favor. Fortunately for you, she does. 

You hear the familiar screech that awoke you yesterday and you know she’s arrived. Grabbing your phone and wallet, you run outside to see Daisy waiting for you outside of the jet. 

You look at her impressed. “How did you convince them to let you come and get me?”

“Great things happen when you believe you can do it,” she says unconvincingly.

“You totally snuck this out, didn’t you?” You don’t bother waiting for a response although you do get a “duh”. You climb aboard, sitting copilot. Daisy laughs nervously, “If we’re quick, they won’t even notice it was gone.”

You both put on your seat belts and Daisy revs up the engine. As it begins to lift up, you begin to get nervous. Your palms begin to sweat and try your best to avoid looking out the window but it’s inevitable. When you do, you feel like throwing up.

“Here,” Daisy hands you a pill to help. You thank her. She jokes, “Hey, if anything, you are already making great progress today. Look at you facing your fears.”

You joke whilst shutting your eyes. “Yeah and this time you are actually here for it.”

She laughs knowing you were referring to the time she made you face your fear of heights on a smaller level by riding a Ferris wheel by yourself. “Hey! That was only one time. I rode the roller coasters with you, remember? So think of this like that.”

You know she’s trying to make you feel better but that comment does not settle well. You remember this is only like her third time flying the jet. “Oh god. We’re gonna die.”

You knock out five minutes later. You are in deep sleep but no sleep is deep enough for the rough landing that springs you awake. Daisy turns to you with a sheepish smile, “Sorry. Still working on it.” 

“Where are we? Are we at the compound?” You ask. 

“We are where I borrowed the jet. So not the compound. But that isn’t too far from here. We’ll just need a ride. Do you know anyone in New York? Maybe they have a car we could borr-oh no.” Daisy doesn’t finish her sentence, getting distracted by something outside of the jet. You look out the window and see an unamused Bobby glaring at both of you.

“I think they noticed,” you comment.

“Just smile and wave,” Daisy instructs and you do awkwardly. You’re still afraid to get in trouble. 

“She’s kind of scary,” you add. 

“You’re lucky it was Bobby and not Melinda May,” Daisy replies with a snort. That gives you an idea.

“I do know someone! Peter and his aunt,” you exclaim, but then you remember you don’t actually have a way of contacting them. Why hadn’t you asked for anyone’s number? Oh, yeah, you were too busy with Wanda. “But I don’t have his number.”

“But I do! Here, call him and see if he’s got a car we can use.” She hands you her phone already opened to his contact info. She unbuckles and gets up. “I’ll be back,” she says, looking outside at Bobby who looks irked. She looks back at you and continues, “Maybe.”

She leaves to go deal with Bobby and the consequences of borrowing an aircraft without anyone’s knowledge while you ask Peter for a ride. He tells you he doesn’t but he can get one. You give him the address and wait outside by the gates. Daisy joins you 15 minutes later.

“How much trouble are you in?” You ask worriedly. 

She shrugs. “Not too much. I explained that I was helping you and that I was making up for my mistakes like a decent person does and she was pretty cool about it.”

You narrow your eyes in suspicion, not believing her entirely. You conclude, “You gave her the eyes, didn’t you?”

“Totally gave her the eyes.”

“Works every time,” you laugh. 

Another 15 minutes pass when a town car stops in front of the both of you. The back window rolls down and an excited Peter appears. He has someone else in the car too. “Hey, guys! I hope you don’t mind. I brought my friend Ned. He wanted to see the compound.”

“It’s cool,” you say as you and Daisy get in. You take the front seat and introduce yourself to the driver. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Thank you for driving us.”

“Happy,” he says. 

Not knowing that’s what he goes by, you ask, “So what’s your name?”

Peter answers for him. “That’s his name. Happy.”

You smile sheepishly at your mistake and apologize. You decide to stay quiet before you say something wrong and embarrass yourself further. You hear Daisy ask, “Why are you carrying a guitar?”

You crane your neck to see that Ned has a guitar in his lap. He explains, “I’m in a band.”

You can tell he’s trying to impress Daisy and you try not to laugh at Daisy’s awkward smile. Peter does laugh but because of what he said. He corrects him, “You’re in band.”

You snort when Ned whispers trying to be discreet, “Shut up, Peter.” 

Everyone hears it.

When you guys make it to the compound, they ask what your plan is. You tell them you are just going to talk to her and apologize, maybe even pull out the puppy dog eyes. 

“You are going to need a lot more than the eyes, Robin.”

“Okay, what am I supposed to do then? Grand romantic gesture. Write ‘I’m sorry’ in the sky?” You ask sarcastically. 

Daisy thinks for a moment. She looks around the car to find something that will inspire an idea and then her eyes settle on the guitar. She gets an idea and looks back at you. You know what she’s thinking and you know Wanda would love it but you can’t help cringe at the thought. 

“No,” you shake your head.

“Yes,” she nods her head.

And so you find yourself under a window you hope is Wanda’s. Peter guesses it’s her window but he isn’t too sure. He hasn’t been to the compound that many times, so really it’s anyone’s guess but for sure it is the right building. 

You and the others including Happy who said he couldn’t miss out begin to plan it out. You ask Ned what songs he can play and he doesn’t give you a big list. Really the only ones you knew from the list were Hey There, Delilah and Wonderwall, but you refuse to sing those. 

“Those are my only choices?”

“Um, I also know ‘What Makes You Beautiful’,” he mentions, almost embarrassed. 

“Fuck it. Let’s do it before I chicken out,” you concede. 

He begins playing but you hesitate to begin singing until Daisy nudges you. You get to the chorus, but Wanda still hasn’t peeked out her window. 

“Maybe you have to sing louder?” Daisy suggests. You sing the next verse as loud as you can but it’s to no avail. You look at Daisy for help and she gets everyone to sing. Maybe it’s because you are too nervous to actually be aware of how you sound, but you start to think that all together you don’t sing too badly. Daisy is definitely carrying the weight of the melody. You try your best to follow. 

Your hopes diminish by the end of the song. Wanda hasn’t bothered to look outside. Was she that upset at you that even the shock of hearing you outside her window isn’t enough for her to check if you really are out there?

You finish singing. No Wanda at the window. You sigh. Peter tries to cheer you up. He’s about to say that maybe she wasn’t at the compound right now when a slow clap startles the group. 

You all turn and you flush red in embarrassment when you see a hefty number of the Avengers standing there with amused faces, Wanda smack dab in the middle. The slow clapping stops. It came from the one and only Tony Stark. 

“That was adorable. You must be this Y/N I’m hearing all about,” he muses, a smirk on his face. 

“How long were you guys standing there?” Peter asks, also seemingly embarrassed. None of you took into account that other people also live here and could in fact hear you. 

“The whole show, baby. Got it all on video too,” Sam brags, pointing up to the sky. You all look and see Red Wing, a supplemental part of his suit, hovering over you all silently recording. 

Your group groans, but Wanda cuts yours short by asking you, “What are you doing here?”

You try to break the tension forming by way of humor like always, “I never got that pancake recipe.”

“You could have texted me for that, not traveled all the way here. How fast were you driving?”

“You weren’t answering your phone, so I flew here,” you explain. Pietro clears his throat in order to call attention to him and then motions for the others to follow him and leave you two alone. Steve gives you a “Nice to see you again” while heading inside while Pietro and Sam give you a sneaky “good luck”. 

Wanda checks her phone and then realizes why she didn’t get your call, fixing the problem. “Sorry, it was on airplane mode. Wait, you flew here?” she asks, confused knowing you are not the biggest fan of heights. She couldn’t imagine you in a plane.

“Technically Daisy flew here, but I was indeed on that jet. Well, my body was on that jet, my mind, not so much. I was dead asleep soon after lift off, so to speak. I still think it counts though,” you ramble nervously.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” she asks again. 

You answer honestly though you still try to keep it light, “Purposely subjecting myself to possible public humiliation by serenading you outside your window hoping you might give me a second chance. I thought that was obvious.”

Your reference to an earlier conversation makes her smile. Especially when in that same conversation, you claimed you would never do this. Seeing the upturn of her lips, you feel lighter and the moment doesn’t feel so heavy and the tension doesn’t feel so thick anymore. 

“You were right. I was making excuses. I put it in my own head that this wouldn’t work but of course it won’t work if all I do is try to push you away. I’m here because I wanted to tell you that although I’m not an avid reader, we are in fact on the same page here. I want to be able to tell people that you’re more than a friend. I want to take you to the movies and hold your hand. I want to spend hours walking in circles at bookstores waiting for you to pick one and I want all your books to be filled with photobooth pictures of us you use as bookmarks. I want to win all kinds of key rings for you at the fair without you cheating. I want you to keep telling me that using your powers is not cheating.”

“It’s not,” Wanda mumbles.

“I want to take you out for ice cream and call it a date. I want more kisses in the kitchen as you teach me to cook or bake. I would really like that pancake recipe. I want to call you mine,” you finish your grand speech. Your heart is beating out of your chest waiting for Wanda’s reply. It’s been sometime since your last heartbreak, but you remember it not being that fun so you pray that she doesn’t reject you.

She looks deeply into your eyes and you are ready for the worst, until she says, “Okay, let me grab my purse.”

“What?” 

“You said you wanted to go for ice cream on an actual date,” she paraphrases what you said. 

“Oh, you want to go now?” you ask, finally catching on. Your heart is soaring. It feels like when you rode a rollercoaster for the first time but in a good way and not like how it actually happened. That was bad. You fainted mid ride. 

“Sorry, do you have something better to do in your pajamas in New York on a Sunday evening?” she replies sarcastically.

You look down and realize you are in fact still in your pajamas. You hadn’t bothered to change before racing over to the compound after Wanda. It is at that moment you remember you in fact do have somewhere you have to be today.

“Shit, it’s Sunday! Do you mind if we make a quick pitstop? I have to go to church. Also, do you have pants I could borrow?” You recall having made a deal; if you survived the car ride with Pietro, you would go to the Lord’s house. It’s time to make good on your promises. 

“Taking me to church already? Usually that’s left for further into the relationship,” Wanda jokes and you reply ominously, “It’s part of my end of a deal.”

You head inside, following Wanda’s lead. Seeing the smile on both your faces, everyone can assume you made up. Tony asks where you both were off to. Wanda says ice cream but first her room because you needed to borrow pants. 

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

You both blush at his insinuation, Wanda grabbing your hand and booking it out of there. The first thing you notice when you enter her room is the guitar in the corner and you almost choke. She hears your breath hitch and as she’s about to ask you what’s wrong, she sees you are staring at her guitar and she laughs. 

She tosses some pants at you, grabs her purse, and tells you she’ll wait for you outside. You change while thinking very sinful thoughts. Maybe this visit to church was overdue. You pass by everyone letting them know you’ll be back later. As you make your exit, you hear Sam stressing on the phone. “On my life, I didn’t scratch your car, Natasha!”

Your eyes widen, remembering that rock you kicked last night. You keep silent and make haste. You’ll just have to add that on the list for things to say during confession, because there is no way in hell you are ever letting another soul other than the priest know you scratched Nat’s car. 

(4 Years Later)

“I’m back!” you yell into the apartment after tossing the keys into the bowl by the entrance. They land amongst various keys including the ones to Wanda’s car that hangs onto the key ring you’d won her all those years ago. 

You close the door with your butt, your hands busy with the grocery bags that are quickly slipping from your hands due to the weight. You feel one actually slip from your grasp and you just hope it isn’t the one with the eggs. 

“You know it would be easier to make two trips right?” You hear Wanda say, coming to greet you. You’re relieved to find she caught the bag with her magic. 

“Mama didn’t raise no quitter,” you reply, thanking Wanda when she takes some of the bags off your hands. She laughs, shaking her head at you.

“You’re ridiculous. Why am I marrying you?”

“Because I’m awesome and can bring all the bags in one trip,” you answer cheekily, making her laugh again. “Also, because you asked and it’s too late to take it back.”

Wanda had asked you nearly a year ago in a way you really should have expected knowing her to be a total romantic, but she still managed to surprise you. You were at your cousin’s house; you still try to keep the tradition of spending summers there as best you can. 

It was early in the morning. Both of you were awake, accustomed to Wanda waking early to leave for the compound to train or get ready for a mission. However, you were having a lie-in this day because Nat would be there the next day and she still has the custom of waking you at the ass-crack of dawn to go for her notorious hikes. 

They’ve only gotten worse since you’ve been with Wanda because Nat believes you’ve got to be in your best physical condition if you’re dating a superhero. She has a point and your body has been looking really fit which you can appreciate but the last thing you were going to do is thank Nat for it. You are stubborn that way.

Things with Wanda had been going great. The last year of school/ the first year of dating Wanda was tricky with finding ways to spend real time together. Like you had worried, you were busy trying to finish school and she was busy saving the world. This was one of the times you really wanted to be proven wrong, that the distance wasn’t too much, but you were fearing it might have been, especially since you hadn’t talked to Wanda in two weeks.

But she dismissed those thoughts for you when she made a surprise visit. She told you she was put on a mission last minute and it took a little longer than she would have liked, but that she missed you so much, she had to come pay you a visit. Suddenly she had gotten shy and thought she might have gone about it wrong, dropping by without forewarning, but you kissed her hard and she knew then she made the right move. 

She was only there for the weekend but soon after she visited more frequently when she had free days. You paid her a visit as well, surprising her in her room at the compound during your winter break. She thought you and planes were a one and done deal. Needless to say she was happy you braved the flight to come see her. 

The next year you moved to New York. The first few months you were living with Nat as she had a spare bedroom in her apartment. Those months were hell. It was a fun and miserable time. You found yourself spending a lot of your time at the compound to see Wanda. It started to become a problem going back and forth between the compound and you and Nat’s place because you both would leave things at the other’s room. As a result, many, many sleepovers later, Wanda asked to get an apartment together.

Evidently, you were happy to be lying around with Wanda and she figured that would be the perfect time to ask you. She got out of bed, much to your discontentment, to bring over a box. She told you to open it and you did, but you were confused as to why she gave you a box full of aquarium gravel. 

She then asked you if you remembered the first conversation you had. You replied it was impossible to forget. It was the most interesting conversation you’d ever had with a stranger. You were coming up with all these scenarios on how you would figure out her name and she looked so cute trying to convince you there was a difference between crimson and scarlet and jade and emerald.

It was then that it clicked for you as she looked at you expectantly. Your stomach swooped in the best way and your heart felt like it stopped. You weren’t sure if you were still breathing. Misreading your reaction, Wanda worried it might have been too soon. She was going to take the box back and that snapped you out of your shock. You held a tight grip on the box, refusing to let her take it away and when she looked at you confused, you said, “Well aren’t you going to ask? I can’t say yes if you don’t ask the question.”

Happy tears sprung out of your girlfriend as she knelt on the bed and popped the question. Obviously, you said yes. Then she told you to dig in the gravel and you found the actual box with the ring inside. You rolled your eyes at her when you saw it was an emerald ring and she joked, “How disappointed would you have been if it was jade?”

You give your fiancée a quick kiss before moving the conversation over to the kitchen in order to relieve yourself of the grocery bags. You begin putting the groceries away. “Weddings are expensive, so no cold feet,” you point at her, “because I’m not sure we can get the deposit back.”

She scoffs, “And here I thought it’s because you would be heartbroken.”

She watches as you stop what you are doing to walk over to her, taking her face in your hands and looking at her fondly. She feels her knees go weak when you hover your lips over hers. 

“Priorities, babe,” you say, before you kiss her nice and slow. She’s putty in your hands. You pull away to finish putting everything away but your words finally process in Wanda’s mind and she smacks your arm with an offended, “Hey!”

You’re putting the ice cream in the freezer when Wanda remembers. “Speaking of the wedding, I got you an early wedding gift waiting for you in the bedroom.”

Your ears perk up. You close the freezer lightning fast, a mischievous smile adorning your face. “Lead the way.”

 She tells you to wait in the living room, so you go sit on the couch waiting in anticipation. Wanda returns empty handed and wearing the same thing, so you’re a little confused. Maybe you have to find it? You get excited again but the confusion returns when someone appears behind Wanda.

“Um, hi?” You greet the stranger in your home. 

“You must be Y/N. Pleasure to finally put a face to the name,” the woman says with a Russian accent. She gives you a polite smile which you return, minding your manners.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name?” 

“I’m Melina Vostokoff,” she offers, looking at you like it would ring a bell but it doesn’t. You don’t know any Melina or anyone with that last name. You’d think you would remember. You look to Wanda hoping she would provide you with a clue but she also looks at you almost like she is expecting a certain reaction from you. 

“Nice to meet you. May you excuse me for a second while I speak to my fiancée?” You grab Wanda’s hand and lead her down the hallway for some privacy. “Wanda, I’m confused. Look, if you wanted to try like different things in the bedroom, I’m sure there are smaller steps before bringing a whole other person into it. I mean, I’ll try for you if it’s what you want. She’s very beautiful, but I just wasn’t prepared for this. You look upset.”

You notice the miniscule changes in her expression and you note her face is contorting to that one she makes when she gets irritated with you. “Why are you getting angry? You kind of sprung this on me.” 

You start apologizing because that’s always the safest bet. “I’m sorry. Please don’t furrow your eyebrow. I know I’ve said you’re attractive when you are angry but it’s unsettling when you’re mad at me.”

“Y/N, stop talking. Melina isn’t here for that!” She hisses.

“Then what is she here for?” you ask, still not getting any answers as to why that woman is here and why it feels like you should know who she is. Wanda drags you back to the living room and explains, “Melina is here to help you ‘complete the set’, you know, the Romanoff set.” 

Suddenly, it clicks. Throughout the years, when you wanted to tease Wanda or Nat you would joke about how the real dream is to “complete the set”. Basically you would make “Your Mom” jokes to rile Nat and your girlfriend up because it seems you’re a masochist. Never in your life did you think this would actually happen, that you would have Mrs Romanoff, or Vostokoff as you’ve just learned, standing in front of you.

Your jaw drops as Wanda explains that Melina was in the compound to visit her daughter who unfortunately was called to a mission the day before, but Wanda met her and just had to introduce her to you. Once Wanda explained to Melina why it would make your day to meet her, including awkwardly retelling the Yelena Incident, Melina went along, finding it funny. She too loves teasing her daughters.

“No way! Melina? As in Mrs Romanoff, Melina? Holy shit. See Wanda, I told you she’d laugh. Didn’t I tell you? Mrs R, or V, it’s been a dream of mine to meet you since I was however old I was when I met Nat. I have sooooo many questions,” you ramble excitedly. 

“As do I. But let’s get the first part of this out of the way, yes?” She laughs at your change in attitude. You know what is about to go down and remember the pain it caused when Nat did it but this is one of those once in a lifetime type of moments and pain be damned.

“I know this is going to hurt but I’m too excited thinking about Nat’s face when I tell her this happened that I don’t really care. Babe, can you record it? I’m gonna show it to Nat on our wedding day,” you request, handing your phone out to Wanda. 

“Y/N, what did I say about antagonizing Natasha?” Wanda reminds you as she takes your phone anyway, opening the camera. 

“You said no,” you sigh like a child. You pout at Wanda and she gives in like usual, “Okay, I’ll record it, but don’t show it to her until after the honeymoon. I don’t want you to have a black eye in all of our photos.” 

With that she presses record as you stand in position. Melina runs to you and hops, swinging her body around yours and uses her thighs to flip you over by wrapping them around your neck and swinging you down onto your back. Wanda stops recording and rushes to you. 

“Ow, that hurt like a bitch,” you wheeze, “but I’m so happy. I love you so much. Best wedding gift ever.” 

Wanda and Melina laugh, both helping you back up. You kiss Wanda and then snatch the phone. “I can’t wait to see what emojis she sends.” 

Wanda’s smile falls as she watches you send the video to Nat. “Y/N, I said no.”

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Well, my gentlepeople, this is it for this story. Thank you so much for those of you who stuck it out til the end. I know I tried your patience lol I really do appreciate it though. Stay tuned for there are plenty more stories to come. I have sooo many ideas to share. 

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A masterlist for all my instagram blurbs !!

❀ second blog (18+) ❀

requests are open but will be posted slowly for now!

blurbs are linked oldest to newest

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Zella Day

Where Harry and Y/N walk through Tokyo

Dailirelis Perez Lopez

Violetta Komyshan

Naressa Valdez

Bea Miller

Snoh Aalegra

Juliana Herz (artist!y/n)

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2022 BLURBS

Victoria Monét, pt 2

Elsa Hosk

Vela Beauty

Maggie Lindeman

Barbie Ferreira

Raven Elyse

Tinashe

Florence Pugh

Maggie Rogers

Emma Roberts

Erin Sanders

Keke Palmer

Nidhi Sunil

Famous writer!Y/N

Chiarra Ferragni

Where Y/N & Harry announce a new addition to their family

bi!Y/N (wolftyla)

Dove Cameron

Laura Harrier

Bailee Madison

Normani Kordei

Syra Yousuf

Danna Paola

Maris Racal

Where Y/N and Harry break up and get back together

Kim Johansson OR where Y/N and Gemma are best friends

Alexa Demie

2021 BLURBS

Ryan Destiny

Selena Gomez

Justine Skye

Jorja Smith OR Harry’s birthday

Where Y/N’s a bookworm and successfully shoots her shot

Makayla London OR where singer!Y/N and Harry break up

Where famous!Y/N and Harry are on Vogue together

Jennie Kim

Millie Hannah

Stefanie Giesinger

Lily Collins OR where Harry and Y/N are besties, but Y/N has no clue Harry is in love with her

Doja Henshaw OR where the paparazzi expose Harry and Y/N’s secret relationship

Nawal Sari OR best friend!Harry

Where Y/N is Gordon Ramsay’s daughter and Harry can’t cook

Giulia Maenza OR italian!reader

Zoë Kravitz

Miley Cyrus OR famous singer!Y/N

Zendaya

Ariana Grande

Elsa Hosk

Victoria De Angelis OR bass player!Y/N

Devon Lee Carlson

2023 BLURBS

Gigi Hadid (pregnant!reader)

Taylor Hill

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OTHER AU’s

Alexa Demie (cody fern x reader)

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Visitor

Pairing: Sebatian Stan x Reader

Summary: This is more requests: Watching tfatws for the first time with Seb and dying over hot he is, Sebastian and reader are married and she’s pregnant and visits him on the set of tfatws 🥰

Note: He looks so cute omg I hope you guys like this!

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You and Seb have been married for a little over a year now...

When he told you he was getting his own show with Mackie, you were more excited than ever to see him have his own series. That being said, when you watched the first episode you were blown away.

“Oh...my...god.” you drawed out, staring at the screen with your mouth hanging open.

“What?” Seb asked, his arm thrown around your shoulders.

“You look so fucking hot babe!” you exclaimed, if possible you were sure hearts would be coming out of your eyes like in cartoons.

“Oh my baby stop,” he blushed, taking his arm back to rub his bearded cheek.

“I can’t like holy shit! Is it hot in here or is it just my incredibly sexy husband?” you gasped, watching the part where he wakes up shirtless and sweaty.

“Babe!” Seb laughed, his whole face an adorable shade of red.

“I could touch myself to this,” you blurted, causing Seb to burst out laughing.

“Ești o femeie nebună” Seb smiled, kissing your cheek.(You’re crazy woman)

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A few months later, Seb and you found out you were expecting your first child. The two of you were beyond excited and couldn’t wait to be parents. 

Seb had been away filming for a bit and hadn’t seen you for a few weeks. You were starting to get a small bump that you couldn’t help but to smile at every time you saw yourself in the mirror. You missed Seb dearly, so you decided to pay him a visit. 

“Well look who’s here!” Mackie called, Seb turning and smiling wide.

“My love, what are you doing here?!” Seb chuckled, taking you in his arms and spinning you around.

“We missed you and had to come see your handsome face.” you smiled, rubbing his cheek with your thumb.

Seb felt your little baby bump, bending down and kissing your belly.

“Hi little one, it’s your daddy.” Seb whispered, your heart melting as you felt the little flutter in your belly.

“They love their daddy so much already.” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his hair.

“I love them and their momma.” he said, leaving one more kiss to your belly before standing up and kissing your lips sweetly.

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Say Yes to the Dress

Summary: You are going dress shopping with your friends and mom. What could possibly go wrong? Rating: T for Mild Language Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader Warning: This fic features a narcissist and controlling mother.

Family is Everything Series Masterlist

AN: This mini series is almost coming to an end, there’s two more fics left and Family Is Everything will be complete. I want to thank all of my readers that Reblogged, liked, or commented on this series. Thanks for reading!!! If you want to be tagged please let me know!!

“The agenda for this week is to one, finalize the guest list, send out save the dates, the engagement session, by the way, the makeup team will come to your house and do your glam there, and the last thing I need for this month is for you guys to pick a venue.” Skye, your wedding planner said as she read off the growing to-do list for your upcoming nuptials with Daveed. The two of you were hoping for a winter wedding since by that time Daniel will be about 18 months and able to walk down the aisle as the ring bearer.

“So, what is the final number for the wedding?”

“Both Daveed and I want a private, small ceremony so the final count will be about 70 people no more than 80 max.”

“Alrighty, perfect. Now, your engagement session is scheduled for this weekend at Hayden Planetarium. We were able to have the planetarium closed for the day for privacy. No paparazzi will be permitted within a ten mile radius of the planetarium.”

You and Daveed both hated how invasive the paparazzi were, especially while you were pregnant with Daniel. You had to file a restraining order against one in particular for harassing you while you were out doing some grocery shopping.

“We don’t want any press at all. We haven’t even told the press we’re engaged.”

“How long do you think that you two can keep that a secret?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. I almost slipped up at the show last night.” The sound of the front door opening and the sounds of Daniel calling for you made you smile.

“I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your afternoon. We’ll talk soon?”

“Sounds good, bye Skye.” You ended the FaceTime call just in time for Daniel to crawl over to you

“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy,” Daniel said placing his head in the crook of your neck.

“Hi, Mommy’s baby, how was daycare?”

“Ms. Pam said your son has been hitting.” You gasped dramatically

“Hitting? Daniel Zaire Diggs we do not hit, we only use kind hands.” You scolded

“Yeah, and scratching.”

“Scratching too? Mommy’s gonna cut your finger nails and then we’re going to have a serious talk.” You said, Daveed leaned down and the two of you kissed one another. Daniel gently pushed Daveed away, frowning at him.

“What? I can’t give Mommy a kiss?”

“My Mommy,” Daniel said wrapping his arms around you,

“Oop, looks like I’m the favorite,” You teased, Daveed playfully rolled his eyes

“Why are you the favorite?”

“Because, he’s my baby.” You said, snuggling Daniel closer and him loving all the attention.

“How was the talk with Skye?”

“It was good, she finalized the engagement shoot so we have the place all to ourselves and the paparazzi can’t go down that block.” Daniel started to get fussy so you made your way to the kitchen to get him something to eat. Daveed followed

“What else did she add to the never ending list?”

“We still have to find a venue so we can send out save the dates. How about we don’t even have a date, either?” You reminded your fiancé while preparing Daniel’s snack

“I know babe, we’ve both been so busy.”

Daveed was right, the musical you were in just moved to Broadway and performances were selling out like crazy. Daveed is currently busy with The Little Mermaid and being offered for every role under the sun.

“I promise I will sit down with you and look over the venues tomorrow and we can pick a date.”

“I can’t do tomorrow, I’m going to look at dresses with my Mom and the girls.”

“Oh,” Daveed gave you a knowing look, it was no secret that your Mom could be a little controlling at times. Of course you love her, but sometimes you’re very grateful for the fact that you live in New York now.

“I mean it’s fine, that’s why I invited Jasmine and Amber, you know to be buffers.”

“Well—” Daniel banging his hand interrupted the two of you, frowning his face.

“Hey, we don’t do that. Say please,” You said firmly

“Peas,” Daniel said

“Here’s your snack baby.” Daniel happily took the bowl of fruit from you. Immediately stuffing the cut up grapes in his mouth.

“My Mom has been blowing up my phone asking about a date everyday at this point.”

“Babe, come on it’s not that bad.”

“Babe, she literally took over my Bridal Shower and I don’t even have a fuc—” You stopped yourself from cussing in front of Daniel the last thing you needed was him repeating the words at daycare. “I don’t even have a date for my wedding let alone my bridal shower.”

“How can she do that? She’s not paying for it?” Daveed questioned

“I can’t explain it, I just can’t really tell her no, disagreeing with her means that I’m disrespecting her.”

“That’s the craziest shit I ever heard.”

“Shit!” Daniel repeated excitedly clapping his hands, you sent your fiancé a glare.

“Now he’s gonna be at day care cussin all the kids out and hittin people all over the place.”

“Y/N, relax, Daniel, that’s a bad word. Don’t say that.” Daveed scolded

“Shit! Shit!” Daniel laughed, as much as you wanted to stay mad you broke and giggled,

“Don’t repeat after Daddy, he said a bad word,”

The next day you woke up excited and anxious. You walked into the kitchen, bonnet on and one of Daveed’s t-shirts that was practically a dress on you. You stopped upon seeing a shirtless Daveed making breakfast. You came up behind him and snaked your arms around him dragging your fingers alongs his abs. You swear you were the luckiest woman on earth.

“See, you keep on playing you gonna get pregnant again.” Daveed mumbled, sleep still evident in his voice.

“Boy bye, what you bout to eat?”

“I was trying to surprise you with breakfast before you go out for the day.”

“Aww” You cooed, making Daveed playfully roll his eyes.

“You’re so sweet and you’re making my favorite. You’re the best.” You teased pinching his cheeks making him yelp in surprise.

“Hey, keep playing with me,” Daveed warned

“Or what?”

“This ain’t gonna be the only thing I eat,” Daveed smirked

“See, now you stop playin,” Before you knew it, Daveed turned around and sat you on the counter causing you to squeal in surprise.

“Who said I was playin’?” Daveed started planting kisses along your neck

“What about breakfast?”

“It’s fine.”

“What about Daniel?”

“He’s sleep.” Daveed reached underneath the shirt and smirked when he discovered you weren’t wearing any panties. Daveed flashed a mischievous smile before sinking down to his knees. He placed your legs over his shoulders and starting biting along your thigh. The sound of the lock of the front door turning made you perk up, you heard it again and took your legs of your fiancé’s shoulders. Daveed, confused looked up at you.,

“Damn babe, already? I ain’t do nothin’ yet.”

“Shut up, there’s someone at the door.” You tried getting up but Daveed pushed you back down

“What the hell, let me up. You didn’t hear the door? Someone’s trying to come in.”

“No one else has a key to our place babe so who could it be?”

“It might be a robber! But you too busy worried about eatin’ some pussy.”

“You make it sound bad when you say it like that,”

“Daveed!”

“Aight, aight, let me go check.” Daveed finally let your legs go and stood up. He looked at himself and then you

“What?”

“Give me my shirt,”

“No,”

“Babe, I only got pants on.”

“So, I have on nothing underneath hurry and go see.” Daveed started to slowly walk toward the door with you trailing behind.

“What happened to ‘It might be a robber’?” Daveed said mocking your voice

“I still wanna see,” The door swung open and there stood your mom along with ample bags of luggage.

“Mom, what are you doing here?” You said confused to see your mom standing in your doorway.

“I’m here to go dress shopping,”

“But I was supposed to meet you at the hotel, that we paid for.”

“I know, but the hotel was so unprofessional, my room was filthy, the room service was awful. So,I figured I just stay with you guys. Daveed can you get my bags?” Your mom pushed past you and your fiancé to enter the two bedroom apartment

“Well, the reason we got you the hotel room, was because we don’t have the room…” You trailed off

“I figured, I can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

“Mom, we made that room an office for when we do interviews and have meetings.”

“Oh,” Your mom said deflated

“You can sleep on the air mattress, Ms. Diane.” Daveed suggested carrying the heavy luggage into the apartment

“That’s okay, my pinched nerve will just get worse. It’s fine.” You inwardly groaned, here she goes again.

“Mom, you don’t have to be like that—“

“No, no, it’s okay. I’m used to being the afterthought.”

“Well if you had stayed at the hotel—”

“Ms. Diane, I’ll sleep on the air mattress you can have the room with Y/N.” Daveed interjected

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Yeah, it’s only for one night, it’s no big deal.” Daveed said but you could tell that this situation was not ideal.

“Thank you Daveed, someone knows how to treat their mom.” You held back an eye roll as your Mom brushed past you.

“It’s only for one night.” Daveed reminded you

“It’s so dusty in here, I’m surprised Daniel doesn’t have allergies.” She called from the living room.

“One night too many.”

Later on, you, Jasmine, Amber, and your mom were waiting for your dress consultant to escort you to their main floor. Daveed’s mom was supposed to come but she wasn’t able to book a flight that didn’t have her catching a redeye or too many layovers. So, you said you would send her pictures of every dress and then FaceTime her when you find “The Dress”. You were able to book the entire boutique for the dress fitting so that you could enjoy your time in private.

“Hello, ladies, now who is the lucky lady?”

“It’s me,” You beamed

“So what type of dress are we looking for today?”

“Well, our theme is Bohemian, so I was thinking a dress in that style.”

“Alright, and what’s our budget?”

“The budget is $5,000.” Your mom interjected

“Mom, that’s way over budget and that’s not what we discussed.”

“I know, but I wanted to surprise you, so I upped my portion of the dress.” She said, you stared at your mom not knowing what to say.

“Well, let’s go try on some dresses.”

You eyed the dress in the mirror it was an off the shoulder chiffon dress. You would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling a bit emotional. This was the first time you put on a wedding dress and everything was starting to feel real to you. You were about to get married to the love of your life.

“I don’t like the dress,” Your smile faltered as you looked at your mom in shock trough the mirror.

“Really? What don’t you like about it?”

“I just don’t like it,”

“Well, I think you look beautiful. The off the shoulders are very flattering on you.” Jasmine said hoping to cut the tension in the room a little bit.

“Yes, this dress looks so good on you and it compliments your body.” Amber added

“Mmmm, you have broad shoulders like your father’s side of the family. I think you should get a dress with sleeves. I don’t want to pay for a dress that doesn’t flatter you.” This is why you didn’t want your mom to offer that much money towards your dress, she was just going to control everything…like everything else.

“I think it’s beautiful but its up to you,” You looked at yourself closely, since she pointed it out you did have broad shoulders maybe that’s why your stylist never really picked strapless dresses for you to wear.

“I don’t think I really like this one.”

“Alright let’s get you in another dress.”

Five dresses later and your mom had something negative to say about all of them. Whether it was too revealing, not flattering, or even too white in her opinion. “Daniel’s in the wedding, I don’t think people are expecting you to wear white.” You decide to humor her and try on a dress that she suggested. One look in the mirror and you knew instantly that it wasn’t the dress for you.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Your mom said holding back ears you held back the urge to roll your eyes of course she would like this one.

“It’s pretty but I don’t know. I’m sure whatever you wear Daveed’s gonna love it but it doesn’t really fit the vibe you were going for.” Jasmine commented

“Yeah, and honestly I’m not even trying to be funny, it makes you look shorter.”

“This is the dress for you honey, it’s perfect.”

“Perfect for someone else, I don’t like this dress Mom. It’s too frilly and I just don’t like it.”

“Okay.” Your said, you knew that when she says “okay” it was never okay.

“Mom,”

“No, it’s your day so you should have the final say, but I’ve dreamed about this day since the day you were born. Not just you, your sisters too. I don’t know, it’s your decision.” You sighed heavily you were so over dress hunting.

After a few minutes of convincing, Jasmine got you to try on one more dress. It was a form fitting lace gown with a plunging neckline, the associate gave you the matching veil and jewelry and one look at yourself in the mirror, you were struggling to hold back tears. You looked at your friends faces in the mirror, and they were having a hard time holding back the tears. Even the bridal associate was teary eyed herself.

“So, what do you think?”

“I love it, this is my dress,” you said wiping away your tears

“I’m about to FaceTime Barb,” Jasmine said pulling out her phone

“Mom, what do you think?”

“You look beautiful.” Your mom said with a tight-lipped smile

“Hey, Barbara, I think your future daughter-in-law found the dress,” Jasmine turned the phone around and as soon as Barbara saw you, she started crying instantly

“You look breathtaking, do you love it?”

“I do, I really do.”

“So, are we saying yes to this dress?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed loudly everyone cheered even Barbara could be heard through the phone. Your eyes went over to your mother and her “smiling” face. You knew that face very well, that’s the face your mom makes every time she’s sees your dad and step mom.

You really didn’t want to but you walked over to her despite the cyclical relationship between the two of you, you wanted…needed her approval of this dress. You want your mom to be just as excited as you are.

“What do you think Mom?”

“You know that dress is so pretty, it would look good on your sister, Mara. I think she has a great body to pull that dress off. She’s not as top heavy as you,” That was it, you were tired of dealing with the bull shit your Mom brought ever since she came into town.

“You know what Mom, I can’t, I can’t deal with this anymore.”

“With what?”

“You! Everything, your comments, you constantly disregarding me, my boundaries. You have had something to say to everything I’ve done. Even down to the way I raise my child!”

“Well, I wouldn’t be a good mother if I didn’t share my thoughts,”

“No, what you’re doing is being controlling and passive aggressive.”

“Calm down, you are being so irrational,”

“No. I’m not Mom, you have been coming at me all day!”

“What is wrong with you? You’re making a big deal out of nothing.”

“See! That, that shit right there, you poke at me all day and then you gaslight me when I call you out on it.”

“I have never done that, I’ve been nothing but a good mother to you and your sisters.”

“Mom you’re doing it now!”

“You are so dramatic, just like you’re father. I can’t tell you nothin because you make me feel like I’m beating you down!”

“Because you are! You are constantly criticizing me, it’s like nothing is ever good enough for you!”

“Well, I’m sorry that you think I hurt your feelings.”

“Oh my God Mom!!”

“You’re just too sensitive. It’s my job to tell you about yourself I wouldn’t be a good mother if I didn’t. No one is gonna care about you the way I do.”

“You have a pretty fucked up way of showing it.” There was a silence that fell upon the bridal shop, you’re heart was pounding so loud you could feel it in your ears.

“Well, I guess I’ll be going. I’ll be at the hotel.” Your mom said grabbing her things and leaving. No one said anything for a few minutes until Jasmine approached you

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take the dress off. I don’t think I want to buy this one anymore,”

“Do you want to try on another one?” Amber asked, you shook your head,

“I’m just gonna go home. I’ll call y’all.”

You returned from dress shopping, drained. You knew your mother was a piece of work but you didn’t expect your dress shipping experience to end like that. You were prepared to not find the dress today but not to have a shouting match with your mom in front of your friends.

“Hello? I’m back!” You called out to no response, you checked your hone and didn’t have a text from Daveed you walked further into the apartment and saw that your mom’s bags were gone, maybe she stopped by before going to her hotel. You went into the kitchen and saw a note on the counter

Went out with Ant and Oak. Be back soon!

You sighed heavily wanting nothing else than to spend whatever was left of the day with Daveed and Daniel. Exhausted from your day out, you headed straight for the bedroom and as soon as your body hit the bed, it didn’t take long for exhaustion to take over and you fell asleep.

The weight of the bed sinking is what made you aware that you weren’t alone anymore. Then you felt something crawling on you, you blinked as you awoke and saw Daniel lying on your chest. As soon as he saw that you were awake, he smiled. You sat up and hugged your adorable son.

“Hi Mommy’s baby.” You kissed the top of his head, you looked up and saw Daveed standing in the doorway, smiling at the two of you.

“How was your boys day?”

“It was cool,” Daveed started walking over to the bed and siting on the edge. He looked at your face and knew that something was wrong. “How was your day?” You sighed heavily

“My mom and I got into a fight. I didn’t get a dress today.” You really didn’t want to go into details right now you mentally didn’t have the energy to rehash everything that happened. Daveed moved closer to you and pulled you into his arms.

“I’m sorry babe, I am. Have you heard from your Mom?”

“Nope and I honestly don’t want to. All I want to do right now is spend some time with the two of you.”

“Well, I have a surprise for you in the living room.” You groaned loudly

“I have to get out of bed?”

“Yes, you do. Come on,” Daveed said, you slid out of bed still holding Daniel.

“What’s this surprise babe?”

“You’ll see.” The two of you walked out to the living room and you saw Jasmine and Amber standing in your apartment. Confused you looked back at Daveed who was grinning.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“I called Daveed and told him what happened. So, Amber and I called around and we’re taking you to get fitted for your wedding dress.” You smiled tearfully at your friends.

“You guys,”

“Girl, you know we got you besides what kind of Maid of Honor would I be if I didn’t save the day?” Jasmine said, you looked back to Daveed

“Go ahead babe, I got Daniel. Maybe we can get dinner after your fitting?” You gave him a quick kiss before handing Daniel back to him.

“I’ll text you when we’re done?” Daveed nodded his head before Jasmine and Amber dragged you out the door to create your perfect dress.

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Masterlist

*apologies in advance for some of the older stuff included here

FANDOM LIST

One Chicago

Halstead!Reader

Help (tw abuse)

May I Have This Dance? (x Connor Rhodes)

Surprise

Okay (Series x Matt Casey)

Imagine... being a soccer player and your brothers, Will and Jay, surprising you at one of your games

Imagine... being Will and Jay’s sister and telling them you’re pregnant

Protective (tw assault)

Knock First (x Matt Casey)

Big Brother Stuff

Make It Up To You

Chicago PD

Intelligence!Reader

Interrogation

Jay Halstead

Here For You (Series)

Partners

Buy You A Drink?

Stunning

Imagine... meeting Jay for the first time after you deliberately hit a criminal with your car when he was trying to escape

Unconditional

Goddaughter

Pillow

Burglar

I Got This

Tipsy

Take a Hint

High School Sweethearts

Full of Surprises

Take Your Daughter To Work Day

Hospitals (tw infertility)

Imagine... Jay getting hurt on the job and your daughter refusing to leave his bedside at the hospital

Hostage

Imagine... Jay not understanding why you feel self-conscious about your looks because you’re the most beautiful person in the world to him

What’s Next?

Evidence

Imagine... Jay getting you a cactus instead of flowers because he knows how bad you are at keeping plants alive

Danger Is Your Job

Options (tw infertility)

Undercover

Jealousy (x Kelly Severide)

Jay Halstead x Same Reader

Trapped (Series - Ongoing)

More Than Friends (Series - Complete)

We’ll Make It Down The Aisle (Series - Complete)

Hank Voight

Could Have Been More (Series - Complete)

Imagine... being Adam’s younger sister and secretly dating Voight

I Can Take Care of Myself

Imagine... Hank slowly realising he’s falling in love with you

Not Again (tw illness scare)

No More Hiding

The Gun Range

Hailey Upton

One Day

Looking Forward

We’re A Team

Moving On (x Leslie Shay)

Adam Ruzek

Imagine... being Voight’s daughter and finding out you’re carrying Adam’s child

I’m Your Brother (Ruzek!Reader)

Antonio Dawson

Family (tw kidnapping)

Worth It

Greg ‘Mouse’ Gerwitz

Officer Down (tw death)

Kim Burgess

Another Chance

Kevin Atwater

The One

Chicago Fire

Blake Gallo

My Girl

I Got You (tw death/depression)

Reactions (Series x Casey!Reader - Complete)

Caught in the Crossfire

This Guy? (x Atwater!Reader)

Secrets (x Severide!Reader)

Matt Casey

Imagine... promising to never leave an argument left unresolved with Matt before he goes on shift

What if... (x Severide!Reader)

Imagine... ‘Surprising’ Matt in his office and getting caught by Boden

Night Off

Timing

This Time

It’s A Date

Kelly Severide

Dance (Severide!Reader)

Imagine... getting promoted to Squad

Family (Severide!Reader)

Fight (Severide!Reader)

Crush

Accidents Happen

Longest Shift Ever

Off Limits

Roommates

Joe Cruz

Sick Day

Otis Zvonecek

As Fast As I Can

Chicago Med

Will Halstead

Babysitting

What to Expect

Familiar

Jealous

Favouritism

It’s A Twin Thing

Take Care of You

Connor Rhodes

Labours of Love

I Only Have Eyes For You

Spoken For

Worry (car crash tw)

Elevator

Ethan Choi

Secrets

Busiest Night

Close Call (tw stabbing)

Law and Order: SVU

Olivia Benson

You Don’t Have To Pretend

Sonny Carisi

I Want Us (Series x Chicago PD - Complete)

In From The Cold (Teen!Reader)

FBI / FBI Most Wanted / FBI International

Jess LaCroix

Take The Leap

Imagine... Jess bringing you in to consult on cases

Clinton Skye

Better Late Than Never

OA Zidan

Bad Hair Day

9-1-1

Evan Buckley

Imagine... Buck being worried you’re going to leave him

Imagine... having to convince your brother, Buck, not to go down to the station after you tell him your new TO, Bradford, is giving you a hard time (ft. The Rookie)

Imagine... getting a puppy with Buck

Better Than They Know

Imagine... Buck bringing home a stray he rescued from a fire

Hope

Dirty Dancing

Eddie Diaz

Break In (tw assault)

Least I Can Do

Imagine... being a rookie Athena is training and catching Eddie’s eye

Josh Russo

A Good Thing

9-1-1: Lone Star

Matteo Chavez

Summer Days (x Strand!Reader)

Grey’s Anatomy

Carina De Luca

I Knew You’d Find Me

Station 19

Jack Gibson

Not Alone (tw miscarriage)

Promise (Series - Complete)

Our Children (tw childbirth, death)

The Rookie

Lucy Chen

Imagine... Lucy saving your life on a call and you bring her flowers at the station to say thank you

Angela Lopez

Look At Me Now

Tim Bradford

Accidents

All I Need

Imagine... going undercover to a party with Tim and kissing him to keep your cover intact

The Good Doctor

Melendaire

“I Love You”

TVDverse

Klaus Mikaelson

Our Little Secret (Series - Complete)

Humanity (x Salvatore!Reader)

No Mercy (tw torture and kidnapping)

Siren Song (Series - Complete x Damon Salvatore)

Elijah Mikaelson

Helping Hand

Damon Salvatore

Never Again

Tyler Lockwood

Instant Attraction

Kai Parker

Resistant (tw abuse I think?) (Series - not going to continue)

Arrowverse

Oliver Queen

Touch Her Again And You’re Dead (tw abuse)

Laurel Lance

I Don’t Want To Lose You

One Last Time 

Roy Harper

Comfort

Mistletoe Kiss

Wedding Proposal

Dating Advice

Mick Rory

New Traditions

Imagine... Mick buying you a thoughtful birthday gift even though you didn’t think he cared

Ghosts

First Move

Nora Darhk

Good Morning

Good Enough

Astra Logue

Imagine... being a nephilim and falling for Astra

Barry Allen

Merry Christmas Drabble (Series)

Told You It Was Me

First Date

Imagine... discovering your meta powers in the middle of work and Barry revealing his identity as the Flash in order to help you

Wally West

Crash Back (tw car crash)

Killer Frost

Ice Breaker

Hunter Zolomon/Zoom

This Is Where It Gets Complicated

Zari Tomaz

Imagine... Zari flirting with you

Titans

Dick Grayson

Imagine... Dick introducing you to Bruce when he takes you home for mandatory family dinner

Young Justice

Wally West

Pizza Fixes Everything

Stuck in Limbo (Series)

Roy Harper

One Hell Of An Arsenal

Marvel

Peter Parker

New Worlds (Series - Ongoing) x DC!Reader

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

Grant Ward

Forgiveness, One Step At A Time

Letters of Love and Confessions and Hydra

X-Men

Bobby Drake

Beautiful Snow Storm

Fire and Ice

Mystique

Sweet Love

Alex Summers

Nightmares

Stargate

John Sheppard

Imagine... Sheppard giving you extra ‘flying lessons’ - but you aren’t fooling anyone

Teyla Emmagan

Imagine... sparring with Teyla and you’re too focused on each other to notice a crowd forming

The 100

John Murphy

Scars

Walls

Touch

MacGyver

Angus MacGyver

Roommates

Gala + Tension + Bombs

Late Night + Favours

Masquerade + SUV

White Wolf

Teen Wolf

Theo Raeken

I Didn’t Mean To Hurt You (tw abuse I think?)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Imagine... baking Dean a pie after a long hunt and he accidentally tells you he loves you for the first time

My Baby, And My Other Baby

Imagine... coming up with names for your baby with Dean

Imagine... Dean teaching you how to drive in the impala

Imagine... trying different wedding cake options with Dean

I Would Never Hurt You

Sam Winchester

Imagine... you and Sam accidentally scratching the impala and trying to cover it up before Dean got back

Injury

Smiling On The Inside

Valentine’s

Into You

Happy On The Inside

Shadowhunters

Izzy Lightwood

Imagine... Izzy taking you clothes shopping and showing off your outfits to her

Roswell, New Mexico

Kyle Valenti

Imagine... being a nurse in Roswell and accidentally stumbling onto Kyle’s work

Lucifer

Paternal Instinct (Child!Reader)

Harry Potter

Viktor Krum

Friendly

Cedric Diggory

I Surrender

Draco Malfoy

Dating Advice

[acreativeme]

A Positive Secret

A Positive Secret

Clinton Skye x Reader 

Before the arguing started, Y/N and Clinton had decided that it was okay for her to go back to work. They began arguing shortly afterwards with Clinton taking more assignments away from home and not allowing her to have time to secure a job. Y/N sent out feelers right after their talk, hoping to get into the workforce after three years away.But those hopes were dashed, because Clinton took an assignment away from home. 

The arguing started as he was packing to leave for his assignment. 

Y/N shut their bedroom door, not wanting to wake the twins. “How could you, Clinton Skye?”

He froze, clutching the strap of his suitcase. “What are you carrying on about, Y/N?” 

“You took an assignment away from home! We talked away about me going back to work and you cutting back to help with the twins.” Y/N whisper-shouted, frustration evident in her voice.

He rolled his eyes, pulling some clothes from the closet. “This is a great opportunity for me! I think you can wait a little bit longer to get back to work, I mean it’s been three years and no one has missed you”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, tears welling in her eyes. “Clinton, you don’t mean that.” 

Clinton turned to her with a serious look on his face, which broke Y/N’s heart. “I am very serious, Y/N.”

Y/N was speechless, trying to process everything Clinton had just said.  In the 12 years that they had been together, he had never said anything so heartless. Clinton eyed her as he left the room, deciding that it would be best just to leave. 

Y/N fell onto the bed, not moving until the cries of her children rang through the baby monitor on the nightstand. For the next several weeks, Y/N had focused on taking care of her children and finding a job that she could do from home. Whenever Clinton would call, which was only twice a week, they’d spend most of it arguing about anything and everything. Clinton’s mother would try to get them both on a conference call to work things out, but both refused to talk about their problems with her. After a lot of talking with his mother, the couple decided to go to couples counseling as soon as Clinton returned from his assignment. 

Positive..

Y/N racked her brain, trying to remember if she had overlooked any pregnancy symptoms. Nothing was coming to mind, which means all of the stress she’s been under was masking them. How was she supposed to tell Clinton that she was pregnant, when they couldn’t talk without fighting? 

Buzz.. Buzz..

Y/N jumped as her alarm buzzed, stating that it was time for her to leave for therapy. She quickly cleaned up the bathroom, not wanting to leave any evidence of the test out in the open for her in-laws to find. She slipped in her sneakers before slipping down the hall to the living room, where her in-laws were with the twins. 

She leaned down and kissed both girls heads, “Be good for grandma and grandpa.” She smiled down at them as they acted like she hadn’t interrupted their conversation. She turned to face the older couple, “thank you for watching them.” 

Marilou just smiled at her daughter-in-law. “It is our pleasure.” She pulled Y/N in for a hug. “Just go work on your relationship.” 

Y/N nodded, squeezing her tightly. “I will.” Y/N said goodbye and rushed to her car. She sat with the motor running, staring down at her stomach. “Let’s go see your father..” 

The therapist office was only twenty minutes from the Y/L/N-Skye home, so Y/N made it with ten minutes to spare. She noticed that Clinton’s car was already in the parking lot, though he was not in it. She had to take some deep breaths, trying to calm her anxiety. She hadn’t seen Clinton in person in weeks, which made her nervous and slightly excited.

After that first session, their therapist decided to do both individual and couples counseling-- stating that the pair needed to get reacquainted with themselves as they worked on their relationship. Each week, whether Clinton was in town or not, they would meet as her last appointment so as to not rush the pair to talk. After their first session, Clinton couldn’t meet in person as he was out on assignment but he would skype in. A part of Y/N had begun to ache as the weeks turned to months without him, but the other half was filled with anxiety for how she was going to tell him she was pregnant. 

Y/N paced the lobby, one hand resting on her swollen stomach. She had to keep touching it to remind her that she was actually pregnant, because she wasn’t as big with this pregnancy as she was with the twins-which threw her off.  Clinton wasn’t here yet, so she still had time to go over her speech-- which she has been working on since she found out. 

The sound of the office door opening caused her to jump, dropping her hand to her side. “Clinton.” She clutched her chest. 

He chuckled, feeling happy to see her in person. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice was soft and warm, which made her happy. 

She smiled softly at him, heart filled with warmth. “I just wasn’t expecting you to come in at that moment.”

He brushed back his hair, weirdly nervous to be talking face to face with his wife. “Jess let me go early, wanting to make sure that I made it in time. I mean, I too wanted to be on time…” 

Y/N blushed, feeling like a teenager again. “Well, you are actually early.” She giggled, adjusting her sweater sleeves. 

Before Clinton could say anything, the door opened and revealed their therapist, Dr. Rodrick. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Skye. How are we tonight?” She asked, signaling for them to follow after her. 

Y/N smiled as she walked through the doorway. “Good, tired.” 

Clinton nodded in agreement. “Exhausted, but ready to be here.” 

Dr. Rodrick grinned, feeling good about the energy she was feeling. “Good, tonight is an important session.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she took her seat. “What is important about tonight?” 

“We are going to be sharing some secrets tonight. Both of you have been hiding something very important from the other and I think tonight is the night to share those secrets.” She grabbed her legal pad and pen, not noticing the couple shifting in their chairs. She pushed her glasses up her nose, ready for one of them to start. “Who would like to go first?” she clicked her pen.

The couple glanced at each other, both remaining silent. Clinton’s face hardened, wondering what Y/N was hiding from him. Y/N palms began to sweat as nausea set in the pit of her stomach, nervous triggering her morning sickness. 

Dr. Rodrick sighed, knowing that they were going to make this difficult. “Alright, I think I am going to pick.” She jotted down about their stubbornness to share. “Clinton, I think that it is time for you to be open with your wife.” 

Clinton shifted uncomfortably towards, wanting to look at her as he spoke his truth. “Y/N… I panicked, because I got so used to having you at home when I got back from a case and I feared that was going to change.” There was pain and fear in his eyes. “I feared that you would find something and forget about me and the twins.”

A breath caught in her throat. “I could never forget you or the twins.. I don’t think the girls would let me.” She joked, hoping to break the tension she was feeling. “I just wanted to contribute to the household in a way that wasn’t just cleaning.” 

Clinton sighed, finally smiling. “Oh, love. You definitely contribute more than just cleaning, you are basically the backbone of this family.” He reached for her hand, wanting to comfort her. 

Dr. Rodrick smiled softly as she wrote down some notes. “Clinton, I am so happy that you opened up to her. I think it is Y/N’s turn to share what she’s been holding back.” 

Y/N squeezed his hand, needing some of his strength. “A few weeks after you left for your assignment, I started to feel sick.” She watched as his eyes got big, probably assuming that she had cancer or something. “And before you go assuming that it’s something incurable, it is not. I’m…” She gulped, “I’m pregnant.” she blurted.  

He dropped back in his chair, shocked because that wasn’t what he thought her secret was. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, “It’s been four months and I’ve confirmed it with my doctor.” 

He nodded, trying to process everything. For a moment, he looked down at her stomach--noticing her swollen bump. “Is it twins again?” He asked, silently hoping that it wasn’t twins again.

She smiled, knowing what he was thinking, “No, it is just a single baby pregnancy.”

He nodded in acceptance, a smile growing on his face. “Yay!” He pulled her up out of her chair and spun her around-- which made her scream and laugh.

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

MASTERLIST - 1

🌑 The New Moon (NSFW Masterlist) 🌑

Star Charts by school

Series

Different but the Same (Iwaizumi x fem!Reader, Ushijima x fem!Reader) 

Summary: An unexpected encounter at the Inter-High tournament tossed you into a whirlwind. Being tugged between two males, two different packs, who will reign supreme in this battle for your heart?

*Omegaverse*

Lockscreens (Bokuto x fem!Reader, Kuroo x fem!Reader) 

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

The INKED Collection (one-shot collection) [Soulmate AU]

A series of full-length one-shots detailing the stories of various Haikyuu boys, soulmate marks, and tattoo cover-ups. 

Hidden Corner (one-shot collection) [Cafe AU]

A series of fluffy, full-length one-shots detailing the lives of the employees who work at Hidden Corner featuring the various Haikyuu boys.

*Note: All one-shots take place in the same universe with the same characters.

One-shots

Key: 💫: angst, 🌕: fluff

Falling (Kuroo T.) 💫

Summary: Saying goodbye is hard. But so is losing your love.

Inspired by: Love is Gone by SLANDER

Reunion (Terushima Y.) 🌕

Summary: Where you’re a Karasuno manager and run into someone you knew from childhood

Pre-game Rituals (Kita S.) 🌕

Summary: Just any other game, but with a plot twist.

On a Run (Ushijima W.) 🌕

Summary: Where you go on a run with your dog and run into some trouble

Complementary (Kuroo T.) 💫

Summary: Your tattoo has dictated your fate from what Clan you would support, to what training you would do. A simple cover-up has changed your life much more than you originally anticipated. But what else can you expect from the fickle warlord you call a close friend?

*The INKED Collection*

Fall Changes (Sawamura D.) 🌕

Summary: Where you’re on your first date with Daichi and it’s a little too chilly. 

*HaikyuuCreations August 2020 Monthly Event*

Unexpected (Oikawa T.) 🌕

Summary: Where Oikawa was surprised by what type of dog you owned.

Knowledge and Ambition (Kuroo T.) 🌕

Summary: A chance meeting in the library puts Ravenclaw Kuroo face-to-face with the Slytherin Cold Princess. 

Connection (Sawamura D.)  🌕

Summary: When Daichi moves to a new city, he stops by the animal shelter looking for some company. 

Recommendations (Akaashi K.)  🌕 

Summary: After getting tired of his usual black coffee, Akaashi checks out the cafe down the street which is home to some of the more unorthodox and unique drinks. Needless to say, he takes all the help that he can get.

 *Hidden Corner series*

A Foodie’s Second Chance (Miya O.) 🌕

Summary: After moving to the States for university, you finally move back to Japan for work. Attending the Sapporo Autumn Festival with your coworker puts you face-to-face with your first love. 

*HaikyuuCreations September 2020 Monthly Event*

A Winged Wingman (Bokuto K.)  🌕

Summary: A themed night at the MSBY Stadium leads to some quality time with a pretty raptor-keeper. 

Sanctuary (Terushima Y.)  🌕

Summary: Kicked out multiple times by bad roommates, Izanami takes pity on her classmate and hires him to work for her cafe overnight. But little does Terushima know, he’s getting more than just a job out of this.

*Hidden Corner series*

Don’t Give (Bokuto K.) 💫 🌕

Summary: After Kuroo breaks your heart, you decide to do a complete glow-up with the help of a certain volleyball player.

*Skye’s 400 song-fic request*

Obligations (Oikawa T.)  💫 🌕

Pairing: Mafia-boss!Oikawa x fem!rival reader

Genre: Mafia soulmate AU

Summary: A debt to repay, family obligations, and a quest for revenge leads you down an interesting path. Fate really has a way of messing with you, doesn’t it?

*The INKED Collection series*

You’re Not Alone (Iwaizumi H.) 💫 🌕

Summary: Iwaizumi has had to watch Oikawa treat you poorly throughout your relationship. What happens when he becomes your go-to?

You’re a What? (Miya A.) 💫 🌕

Summary: After his girlfriend starts disappearing, Atsumu needs to figure out what exactly went wrong with his relationship.

Universal 🌕 (Miya O.)

Summary: One early morning on his way to work, Osamu walks past a café. The lights are on, and there’s no other sign of life anywhere else. Popping in, he discovers some of the best baked goods he’s ever tasted. But can you really fall in love with someone based on how their food tastes?

*Hidden Corner series*

Cornerstone 💫 🌕 (Miya O.)

Summary: Everywhere he goes, Osamu sees you after you left him.

*Skye’s 400 song-fic request*

Superstitious 🌕 (Nishinoya Y.)

Summary: When his S/O starts telling him a bunch of superstitions, bad things just keep happening!

Jump Scares 🌕 (Miya A.) 

Summary: Where Atsumu really wants to see what makes his S/O scared!

A babythots collab

To All The Boys - The Fuckboy  🌕💫 (Terushima Y.) 

Pairings: Terushima Yuuji x reader

Summary: Everybody in the school has liked Terushima at least once in their lifetime, you are no exception to that. But it wasn’t a serious crush, just infatuation. He knows you hate him though, he knows how bad you want to shove a spider down his throat and he knows how much you want him out of your sight. So when you write the letter and it gets sent to him, he somehow makes a big deal out of it even when re: it wasn’t a serious crush. It just served an ego boost and now he won’t stop pestering you about it, and god, he’s so annoying

babythots collab | Mini-series

Brokenhearts Club - Same Room 💫 (Iwaizumi H.) 

Summary: After a long relationship, you unexpectedly broke-up with Iwaizumi. Now, he can’t seem to get you out of his mind nor can he stand to be in the same room as you.

a babythotshq collab

Drabbles/Scenarios

The Haikyuu Captains and How They Comfort Their S/O 🌕

Little Glances  🌕 (Suna R.)

Summary: Other students’ dumb comments bring you and Suna together.

Second Chance  💫🌕 (Oikawa T.)

Summary: In which you and your boyfriend had broken up and are meeting up to talk about getting back together.

Escape from a Blind Date  🌕 (Kuroo T.)

Summary: Where Kuroo rescues you from a terrible blind date

Headcanons

Your Ex Hits You Up for Pics ft. Kuroo, Daichi and Iwaizumi  🌕 

The Haikyuu Captains and Anger Languages 💫   

The Haikyuu Captains and Late Night Car Drives 🌕

The Haikyuu Setters and Anger Languages 💫

The Haikyuu Aces and Anger Languages 💫

Fake Dating your Family Friend (Semi E.) 🌕 

SMAUS

Terushima fake-bf texts 🌕 

Requests

Helping a female reader through anxiety (Kuroo T.) 🌕

“You said to be honest, stop hitting me!” (Oikawa T.) 🌕

“That was kind of hot” (Todoroki S.) 🌕

“I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re beautiful” (Alpha Bokuto K.) 🌕 [Omegaverse]

A:“Have you seen my hoodie?” B:“Noo.” A: “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?” (Alpha Bokuto K.) 🌕 [Omegaverse]

Helping a gn!reader with insecurities (Kuroo T.)  🌕

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart” (Akaashi K.)  🌕

Tsukishima, Kuroo, Osamu saving their S/O from traffic 🌕

"That’s how you know you love (them)” (Miya A.)  🌕

Suga, Atsumu, Akaashi, and Sakusa saving their S/O from traffic  🌕

Friends to lovers (Iwaizumi H.- headcanons) 🌕

Bokuto, Tsukishima, and Iwaizumi surprising their S/O after a bad day 🌕

Tendou, Iwaizumi, Ushijima comforting a mute reader (HCs) 🌕

Protective (Alpha Sawamura D.)  🌕 [Omegaverse]

Home (Alpha Kyotani K.)  🌕 [Omegaverse]

Alpha to the Rescue! (Alpha Kuroo T.) 🌕 [Omegaverse]

The Return (Alpha Iwaizumi H.) 💫 [Omegaverse]

(polyship) Alpha Daichi & Suga with Pregnant Omega Reader 🌕 [Omegaverse]

“I’ll make you my mate, no matter what. So be prepared.”  (Alpha Ushijima W.) 🌕 💫 [Omegaverse]

Semi Finds You Reading Angst 🌕

[thewidowsghost]

Blessings (Daisy Johnson x Romanoff!Reader)

Daisy Johnson Masterlist

Main Masterlist

imapotatao asked: Hey! I have another Daisy X Reader request. Daisy asking Natasha Romanoff, Readers older sister, for her blessing to marry her little sister? Daisy being nervous to ask. (Cute and fluffy. )

(Y/n) Romanoff - an ungraduated Black Widow - and her girlfriend, Daisy Johnson, had gone over to her older sisters’ house to visit.

(Y/n) and Natasha had reunited with their other sister, Yelena, a year or so ago, and Natasha had opened her home to their blond sister.

(Y/n) cuddles up to her girlfriend of four years, pressing her face into Daisy’s neck. Breathing in through her nose, she smiles sleepily as she smells Daisy’s cherry vanilla shampoo.

“Why are you cuddling on the couch?” Yelena’s voice startles (Y/n), and she falls off the couch.

“I don’t like you,” (Y/n) grumbles, her face pressed into the floor.

Daisy peers down at (Y/n), who is still on the floor, through sleepy eyes.

“Lena, leave the two Lovebirds alone,” Natasha scolds, coming into the living room.

(Y/n) remains on the ground, still grumbling.

. . .

Daisy and (Y/n) had moved into the guest room to cuddle more in the privacy of their own room.

(Y/n) peppers kisses across Daisy’s cheeks and Daisy smiles, leaning into (Y/n)’s touches. She nuzzles into Daisy’s neck, her nose brushing the nape of Daisy’s neck. Daisy smiles as (Y/n) falls asleep against her, Daisy feeling more sleepy, listening to (Y/n)’s soft snores.

. . .

“They’re so precious,” Yelena whispers to Natasha, pulling out her phone and taking a picture of the two sleeping women.

Natasha slaps Yelena’s arm, looking amused.

. . .

(Y/n) had gone to the grocery store to pick up the essentials - salted caramel ice-cream - and Daisy had been pacing the guest room for about five minutes.

“Hey,” Natasha knocks on the door.

Daisy starts, staring at Natasha, her eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha grows concerned, her eyebrows knitting.

“I - I,” Daisy stumbles over her words.

“Hey,” Natasha looks a lot more worried now. She places a hand on Daisy’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “What’s the matter?”

Daisy exhales a little. “I have something I want to ask you.”

Natasha tilts her head in question.

“I - I,” Daisy pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. “I love (Y/n) so much. I wanted to ask your permission to marry her.”

Natasha smiles gently at Daisy, her gaze warm, but she does ask, “Why do you need to ask my permission?” she asks.

“(Y/n) always wakes up from the same nightmare,” Daisy says.

Little (Y/n) Romanoff - age four - cries as her older blonde sister, Yelena, is pulled away from her and her oldest sister Natasha.

“Lena!” (Y/n) cries, and tears stream down Natasha’s face.

“Take them!” Draykov says, two guards pulling (Y/n) and Natasha away from Yelena.

All three young girls scream in protest.

One of the guards throws Natasha and (Y/n) into a shipping container, and Natasha cradles her baby sister to her, keeping (Y/n)’s head from hitting the metal floor of the container.

“Nattie! Lena?” (Y/n) asks her sister.

Natasha’s eyes cloud with sadness at the reminder of her and (Y/n)’s seperation from Yelena.

“You mean so much to (Y/n), I thought that it would mean so much more if you gave us your blessing,” Daisy tells Natasha.

Natasha softens, gazing at Daisy with contemplation. “I give you my blessing,” Natasha says with a smile.

A joyous smile spreads across Daisy’s face, and she hugs Natasha tightly. “Thank you!” Daisy replies happily.

“I don’t have to tell you to treat her well, because I know you will,” Natasha says.

. . .

(Y/n) and Daisy sit on a blanket, facing the ocean, (Y/n) leaning into Daisy’s side.

Tears well up in (Y/n)’s eyes as Daisy moves beside her, getting on one knee. (Y/n) cover her mouth with a hand.

“I love you so, so much,” Daisy begins. “We’ve been through so much together these last few years, and I want so much more with you, if you’ll let me.”

(Y/n) stands stunned, for a moment, her silhouette looking like blended charcoal against the setting sun.

Daisy’s expression grows worried at (Y/n)’s silence, which shocks (Y/n) out of her silence.

“Yes. A thousand - a million times yes,” Daisy’s eyes brighten, and her eyes sparkle joyfully as she slips the ring onto (Y/n)’s finger.

(Y/n) presses her lips to Daisy’s eagerly, her hand slipping behind Daisy’s neck, and Daisy responds with the same elation.

. . .

(Y/n) cuddles into Daisy’s side before bed, her stomach resting against Daisy’s side. The brunette relaxed by (Y/n)’s soft snores as usual.

A little redhaired girl runs into the room and over to the bed; the girl’ chocolate brown eyes brighten as she looks at (Y/n)’s belly.

Daisy leans over, and lifts the little girl, Yelena, up onto the bed, and she leans over (Y/n)’s belly.

“Hi Baby,” Yelena’s little hands rest on (Y/n)’s stomach.

(Y/n) smiles sleepily at Yelena, wrapping her arms around the little girl.

Little Yelena lets out a murmur of protest, squirming out of (Y/n)’s arms to lean over (Y/n)’s belly again.

“Hi, Baby!” Yelena says again. “It’s your big sister! I love you, Baby!” Yelena cuddles (Y/n)’s belly.

Daisy’s eyes are warm with affection as she gazes down at the little girl. Then, she looks up, meeting (Y/n)’s gaze. (Y/n)’s gaze is sleepy, but full of affection and love.

Daisy shifts forward a little, pressing a soft kiss to (Y/n)’s cheek.

(Y/n) smiles up at Daisy.

“Come on, Love,” Daisy tickles Yelena’s stomach, and Yelena squirms, giggling. “It’s bedtime. Mommy’s tired.” Daisy slides off the bed.

Yelena pouts a little, but she gives (Y/n)’s belly another short cuddle, before letting (Y/n) press a loving kiss on her cheek.

Yelena holds out her arms, and Daisy scoops her up.

“Good night, Mommy! Good night, Baby!” Yelena says over Daisy’s shoulder.

“Night, sweetheart,” (Y/n) replies sleepily.

When Daisy returns, a few minutes later, she finds (Y/n) asleep, snoring softly.

Daisy’s gaze softens. Walking over to the other side of the bed, Daisy covers (Y/n) with the sheets and the comforter.

Daisy climbs into bed, and (Y/n) shifts unconsciously towards Daisy’s warmth.

Daisy smiles, resting her chin on (Y/n)’s head.

Word Count: 1049 words

Skye / Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader Taglist:

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

@marie45019

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

The Littlest Winchester

Part 1 - A Winchester is Born

Pairing: Dad!Dean x OC!Daughter!Reader (Sapphire)

Mobile Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: In a series of quick flashforwards we see Dean going through fatherhood. The mother, who is unknown drops the baby off at Bobby Singer’s house of all places, leaves a note for Dean.

Takes place during Seasons 4 - 8.

[A/N: In this part, these are flash forwards from birth to about age 4, mentioned in the story would be hunts, diapers, a one night stand similar to Season 7 with the Amazonians [I don’t remember exactly what they’re called], only she’s human in this fic, and so’s Dean’s daughter.]

[a/n #2: This is my first (kind of) dad!dean x daughter!oc!reader fic, I first touched base in it in my Down the Rabbit Hole Series (in one of my many, many, many versions), read a doze of them, and now I’m hooked, so please, feedback would greatly be appreciated.]

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It was the sound of a baby’s crying that caught his attention.

No one did even think to knock, she probably wouldn’t be fast enough to evade Bobby and his array of questions he’d have for her.

Bobby opens his front door to see a baby’s blanketed basket with a note pinned to it. Bobby looks around his yard, see’s no one, not even hearing a car racing off.

He picks up the basket and brings her inside. Takes a peak at the note.

Dean, is written in all caps on the top of the letter.

“Dean!” Bobby calls out from his study.

They had just gotten back from a case, after learning who actually yanked Dean out of Hell, where Sam had been for the past 4 months, Dean spent most of his days out in the yard. Either cleaning his Impala or fixing up a random car just to let off steam.

When he didn’t respond, Bobby searched for Dean. Finding him in the garage.

“Dean.” Bobby says, getting closer to Dean. He was laying on a creeper under a car changing oil. But Bobby wasn’t patient enough. So with a foot on the creeper he pulls Dean out from under the car.

“What the hell Bobby?” Dean scoffed.

“I’ve been calling for you, now, come with me.” Bobby says. Walking off before Dean could object.

Dean can hear the baby’s cries from Bobby’s study.

Bobby hands Dean the letter.

Dean,

Not sure if you remember. You probably don’t, but if the name Kristi doesn’t ring any bells to you then you deserve to know this. You needed to let off steam at the roadhouse I was working at just outside of Dallas, you gave me a night to remember. But I guess I was another one night stand to you. I was a virgin you ass. And you knocked me up, I’m not ready for kids, hell I don’t want kids. Why do you think I work in a roadhouse to  begin with? 

I found out I was pregnant some time in May of last year. She was born September 18th, 2008. I did not name her, I did not want her. I told the hospital people that I was giving her to her father. You, Dean, are her father, you have full custody of her. I want no part of being a mother.

Have a nice life Dean Singer

              - Kristi

The name didn’t ring any bells, but Dallas did. The night Dean couldn’t remember was a night after a rough hunt, Sam was still hell bent on getting Dean off of his contract. She was born the day he came back from Hell.

Not sure how she found him, but the baby was no Dean’s responsibility.

“So, what are you gonna do?” Sam asked, having walked in at some point while Dean was reading his letter.

“I don’t know Sam.” Dean grumbles.

He didn’t want to raise her in this life. But knowing he’s a dad to his own child, a daughter no less. He didn’t want to give her up. Someone’s gonna know who she is just by looking at her.

-

“Dean, shut her up please!” Sam shouted.

“I’m trying, she’s been fed, I don’t know what else she could possibly want!” Dean shouted back.

The poor baby had been crying for what seemed like hours, but really it’s been about 15 minutes or so.

“Come on baby girl, don’t be like that.” Dean tried to soothe her.

“Maybe she needs a diaper change.” Bobby suggested.

“Oh god.” Sam goes.

Dean just looked up at Bobby and Sam in horror and with pleading eyes.

“Don’t worry son, it’s easy.” Bobby says.

-

“What’ll you name her?” Sam asked later that night.

“I don’t know, I like Mary but that was mom’s name.” Dean says.

Dean held her as he paced Bobby’s study, thinking of a good name.

Until she stirred, opening her eyes to him revealing such unique iris’s. He see’s his green color but also see’s blue. His green is outlining the rim of the iris while the deep ocean blue fills the center.

“Sapphire.” He says.

“What?” Sam goes.

“Her eyes, they’re blue…plus I see green…but the blue is like a sapphire blue.” He says.

“That’d be a pretty name, plus Sapphire is September’s birthstone.” Sam says.

“Sapphire then, her name is Sapphire.” Dean says.

“Next hard part, middle name.” Sam says. Dean rolls his eyes with a groan.

“Still with blue, how about sky.” Dean says.

“But spelled fancy. How about S-K-Y-E?” Sam says.

“Sapphire Skye Winchester.” Dean says out loud.

“Eh, not bad, her name has meaning though.” Sam says.

“Yeah it does.” Dean goes, looking down, admiring his daughter in his arms.

She smiles at him, reaches for his face. Choking Dean up.

She knows her daddy. He thought.

“Hey Blue, yea I’m your daddy.” He tells her.

-

First words. Took Dean by surprise.

He stayed home while Sam and Bobby worked a case out of Louisiana.

“Da!” she shouts. Dean whipped his head towards her with a deer in headlights look. Shocked.

“What was that?” he asks. Walking over to her high chair.

“Da! Dada!” she says. Pointing at him.

He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, tears formed in his eyes.

This is what it feels like? He thought.

“Yeah that’s right, I’m your dad.” He says. With an ear to ear grin.

And she went back to making raspberry noises with her lips, spraying spit everywhere. Only making him smile more.

I thought I would miss this, thank god I didn’t. Dean thought.

-

“Dean!” Sam shouted. “Get down here!”

Dean hurried from bed, Sam had gotten his little niece up early to eat when he noticed something. He sat her in Bobby’s study, and she had walked, on her own, to him in the kitchen, which is not very far.

Dean entered the study to find Sam holding on to her little hands.

“Go on, walk to daddy.” Sam says to her.

She turns to face him with a smile, excited to see her dad. And she slowly walks over to him.

He kneels down to her level, hold out his hands. “Come here baby, you can do it.” he encourages her.

She’d fall to her hands and knees, stumble again after a few more steps. Then in arm’s length she lets herself fall into Dean’s hands. Picking her up, holding her up in the air in celebration.

“You did it baby girl!” Dean shouted.

“What is going on down here.” Bobby grumbled.

Entering the study with the boys.

“Walk to Uncle Bobby sweetheart, you can do it.” Dean says, gently placing her on her feet.

And she slowly walked to her uncle, who smiled at her growth and progress.

And just like what she did with Dean, she did with Bobby. She let herself fall into Bobby’s hands, and he picks her up.

“You did it princess!” Bobby goes, smiling.

It’s little moments, the firsts, that make everyone whole again.

Human again.

-

“Happy birthday to you!” the small family sang In the bunker’s kitchen.

“Happy birthday dear Sapphire! Happy birthday to you!” they sang.

She closes her eyes to make a wish.

And she blows out four lit candles.

“What’d you wish for?” Sam asked.

“Can’t tell or it won’t come true Uncle Sammy.” She giggles.

Sam playfully shrugs, the kind that reads ‘okay fine, if you say so’.

“Alright, lets have some cake!” Jody announces.

“Uncle Sammy.” She shakes Sam’s arm.

“What is it princess?” Sam asked, kneeling to her level.

“When’s Daddy coming home?” She asked.

“Well, he told me he was getting a very special present for a very special birthday girl.” Sam says.

She lights up. “Presents.” She goes.

“Yes, so, lets be patient and wait. I’m sure he’ll call to let me know when it’s done.” Sam says.

After cake and ice cream, Dean sent out the text to Sam. Her present is ready.

“Okay, time for presents.” Sam announces.

Jody gave her some new clothes, and a new doll from build a bear.

Garth got her some dolls from build a bear as well. One even being the exact same one Jody got her.

Kevin got her a children’s book, Stellaluna.

Sam got her another children’s book, The Teacher from the Black Lagoon and Where the Wild Things Are.

All books Dean can read to her.

He enters the library where they opened presents.

“Daddy!” she shouted, hopping out of the chair and into Dean’s arms.

“Hey there birthday girl, ready for my present?” he asked.

She gasped with a  smile. “Yeah!” she shouts.

“Okay, follow me.” He tells her.

She does, she follows him down the hallway. They stood outside a room, that was once used for storage.

“Whenever your ready sweetheart.” Dean says.

She opens to door eagerly, walking into to a princess’s dream bedroom.

She had beanbag chairs, too oversized for her, in a corner of the room where a small TV sat, along with a DVD player. Her small bookshelf her uncle Sammy installed when they first moved to the bunker and gave her some of their favorite children’s books when they were kids. A ‘big girl’ bed, no longer in the toddler bed in Dean’s room, she now has her own room, her own space. Pink and purple accents littered the room.

She squeals happily.

“I love it Daddy, I love it.” she screams, clapping and jumping up and down.

Then running to her dad, giving him a hug.

“Happy Birthday Blue.” He says.

“Thank you daddy.” She says.

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[tony-starksanxieties]

you’re pregnant? pt.2| chris evans x reader AU.

warnings: mild cursing. 

word count: 1005

you can find part 1, here!

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it was late december, the wind howled outside as snow fell, covering everything in a soft white blanket. i was officially one month pregnant with our baby. morning sickness was brutal and it kicked my ass every single day. chris has been amazing, he brings me water and holds my hair back when im vomiting up the water that he had brought me. this baby better be worth it because this is the worst. i had a doctors appointment today to check the baby’s heartbeat and maybe get an ultrasound. even though the baby is the size of a grain of rice and looks like a tadpole, it’s still amazing to see.

i sat on the couch with dodger cuddled up next to me. i stroked my hand up and down his back as he slowly drifted off to sleep. i was watching fixer upper on hgtv, my favorite show, trying to get ideas for the nursery that we will soon be putting together. chris’ footsteps soon fill my ears. i put the t.v. on pause and look up to see him padding down the stairs. he looks at me and smiles, “hi baby. what’re you watching?” i smile back at him “i’m watching fixer upper. in this episode they’re doing a nursery! i’m trying to get ideas from it.” chris looks at the television and nods “i’m gonna run to the grocery store. do you wanna come with?” i nodded and hopped out of my seat and went to put my shoes on. dodgers head popped up as soon as i got up. i leaned down and pressed a kiss in between his ears. “bye dodger, be good buddy.” we grabbed our coats from the rack and made our way to the car. chris walked to my side and opened the door for me, “m’lady.” he took my hand and helped me into the car. i giggled as i got in. he was so goofy sometimes.

the drive to the grocery store takes about 20 minutes so chris and i had some time to talk about things. after discussing if violets were blue or purple we decided to listen to some music. chris took his right hand off the steering wheel and held my left hand. he brought it up to his lips and placed a soft kiss to it. i smiled and blushed slightly. even after being with him for nearly 5 years he still always managed to make me blush like a schoolgirl at every dirty joke and flirtatious gesture he made. “are you excited to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” he asked me, “yes, i’m kinda nervous though.” “everything will be fine, baby.” chris reassured me.

we pulled into the parking lot of target, parked the car, and got out. we walked hand-in-hand into the store. i pulled away to grab a cart. i put my purse in the baby seat and walked back to chris. “you look pretty today.” i furrowed my eyebrows and looked down at my outfit that consisted of a grey sweatshirt from nike, black leggings from pink, black converse, and a black coat. “really?” my hair was a mess and i had absolutely no makeup on. “yeah, you look snuggly and adorable.” i smiled at his comment and stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. chris always got kinda awkward when it came to pda. i always think its cute the way he gets all flustered when people look over at us.

eventually, we finished our shopping trip. we unloaded all of the bags into our kitchen and put everything away. almost immediately we were out the door again. dodger wasn’t too happy about us leaving him for a second time but it was finally time to see how our baby was doing.

we arrived at my ob/gyn. i grew giddy as we walked through the doors. i made my way to the front desk to sign my name. i sat down next to chris and leaned my head on his shoulder. i lifted my head up to look at his face, he had a nice face that i liked to admire from time to time. he stuck his tongue out and i pouted. he laughed and kissed my lips.

“y/n y/l/n?”

i quickly pulled away from our kiss and stood up. the nurse smiled at me, “follow me.” chris walked behind me as we all made our way to the room. the nurse weighed me and took my temperature. “ok, this all looks good. the doctor will be shortly.” i nodded and smiled at her.

after waiting for about 5 minutes, the doctor walked in.

“hi y/n, im dr. phillips. i will be performing your ultrasound today.” she smiled at me warmly and told me to lie back. i lifted my shirt up and leaned back on the seat. dr. phillips warned me about the coldness of the gel and made a little swirl motion as she squeezed some out. i flinched at the cool temperature but soon relaxed after a minute. she grabbed the doppler and soon a black and white picture appeared on the tv screen in front of us. chris held my hand as the doctor searched for the tiny baby.

“there it is.” typing something onto the keyboard, she made an arrow to where the baby was, “right there. that dark little spot is your baby.” i squinted to try to see it better. the little black dot didn’t look like much, but it was enough to bring chris and i to tears.

“ready to hear the heartbeat?” we both nodded and smiled. the doctor pressed a button on her computer and the sound of a fast thumping soon filled the room. suddenly everything felt real. i looked over to see chris trying not to show his tears. i brought my free hand up to his face to wipe the tear that was falling down his cheek. he smiled at me and kissed my hand.

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a/n: ok i promise next part will be better. i’ve just been hecka busy with stuff so this was kinda rushed:( but yeah, enjoy!

with love~ skye. 

[scottiereed]

Fresh Start - Riverdale X 13 Reasons Why Crossover (Part 2)

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Pairing: past Jughead Jones x Reader, currently no romantic pairings

Summary: the reader became pregnant and moved away from Riverdale to try to keep her baby safe, she moved to Evergreen County and Alex and Jessica befriended her.

Warnings: talk of everything that went on in the tapes, mentions of Skye’s scars, teenage pregnancy, 

Words: 2,228 (this part - 3,514 overall)

A/N: I know this is a really long chapter but I wanted the reader to know everything that had happened to Hannah and I couldn’t find a way to split the part into two without making it two really short parts.

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Riverdale Masterlist

Part 1

“I’m pregnant.”

A sad smile crossed Jessica’s face as you confirmed what she had thought from the nausea and the ginger ale. “That’s why you left Riverdale?”

“It wasn’t safe.” You confirmed. “There was a serial killer who wanted to cleanse the town of sinners. Before long I’d become a walking embodiment of a sinner. That and my baby’s father is the son of a gang leader.”

“I’m beginning to think Riverdale is even more fucked up that Evergreen.” Jessica laughed lightly and then brought you into a hug.

You pushed your head into her neck. “I’m fucked up too, I didn’t even tell Jughead I was pregnant before I left, in fact I didn’t even tell him I was leaving.”

“Jughead? Your baby’s father is called Jughead?” Jessica pulled back and shot you an amused look.

You giggled. “It’s a nickname, his real name is Forsythe, I’m not sure which one is better.”

“Well, I’m going to advise you not to name the baby after him.” Jessica laughed and brushed your tears away.

You nodded your head, you felt in your gut that the baby was a girl anyway. “Can we just keep this between us at the moment?”

Jessica nodded her head, a smile spreading across her face that she had got a girl friend that she could share her secrets with. “Of course, Y/N, now we should go and get some food in you for you and the baby.”

The pair of you found Alex and Zach on a table with a white boy who had a permanent frown on his face and a Latino boy. “Sorry Alex.” You greeted the boy. “I just hadn’t had anything to eat and got a bit nauseous, it wasn’t your fault I swear.”

Alex looked at you like he knew you were lying but didn’t call you out. “It’s fine, Y/N. This is Clay Jensen and Tony Padilla.” He gestured the two boys and you couldn’t help but think about Toni who had been your best friend, she was bound to be torn up that you’d gone. It had been two weeks now and everyone was bound to know you were gone.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Tony tore you from your daydream.

“You too.” You smiled slightly and watched as the Latino boy nudged Clay in the side. Who looked up and shot you a small smile before continuing to fiddle with his phone.

“Sorry, he’s going through some stuff at the moment.” Tony excused his friend who huffed slightly.

“That’s okay!” You smiled.

“Let’s go get some food.” Jessica gently held the crook of your elbow and pulled you away from the table. “Clay was in love with Hannah.” She whispered to you as you joined the queue to grab food. “He’s been trying to act like it all never happened, but now the trial has started he can’t.”

“Poor boy.” You muttered. “We had a lot of death in Riverdale, but I wasn’t really close with anyone who got murdered. I can’t imagine if the Black Hood had murdered anyone I was close with.”

“Our group, we all knew her, we all did things that drove her to do it.” Jessica explained quietly. “Nothing terrible, of course. But she left these tapes, like a suicide note, one for each reason.”

You were a little surprised by the admission, but you figured she probably needed a friend and the majority of the school was against her. “You’ll have to catch me up, take my mind off Juggie.” You winced as you noticed Jughead’s familiar nickname slip off your tongue.

“Have the cheese fries, they taste the best.” Jessica commented pointing to the fries on the counter, wrinkling her nose at the floppy looking burgers and cold pizza.

You took Jessica’s advice and got some of the cheese fries, wondering how long it would take until you started to get cravings and aversions to certain foods. The cheese fries tasted great and they weren’t too hard on your stomach.

You politely conversed with Jessica and Alex’s friends, meeting Skye, Clay’s girlfriend as well. They seemed a mismatched couple and you noticed the white scars across the girl’s tattooed skin, making you realise that Clay was probably trying to save her like he couldn’t save Hannah. The group had an interesting dynamic that’s for sure.

The group discussed Tyler’s testimony and Jessica explained to you that Tyler had taken pictures through Hannah’s window and he’d spread a picture of her making out with Courtney, who you remembered had been your tour guide. Alex continued by telling you that Tyler was testifying about the bullying that happened in the school, which he had experienced a lot of, partly because he’d been exposed as a peeping Tom.

Your phone went off and you looked down at it to see a number that wasn’t in your contacts but wasn’t unknown. You thought about answering it, but you couldn’t think who’d be ringing you that wasn’t in your contacts, after all it was just your immediate family, you’d deleted all of your friends from Riverdale. You pressed ignore and told the group you didn’t recognise the number.

At that, Jess decided that you needed to have each other’s numbers, so you swapped numbers with Jess and Alex and agreed to meet them both at Monet’s after school, so they could fill you in on exactly what happened with Hannah.

The rest of the day passed without any major incidents and you met Jess and Alex at Monet’s.

“Hey guys.” You grinned and made your way over to the table on a raised area, where Jess and Alex sat.

“Hey, are you feeling better?” Alex asked as soon as you came over and you blushed, remembering sprinting away from Alex to throw up. You briefly considered telling Alex too, but you figure it’s nice to have only one other person knowing for a while longer.

“Much better.” You smiled and sat down in the other seat at the table. You knew you shouldn’t really drink caffeine whilst you’re pregnant, so you didn’t get a drink.

“So, you know about Tyler and Courtney. I accused Hannah of breaking Alex and I up.” Jessica revealed and then a sheepish expression took over her face. “I called her a slut and slapped her. I said we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

It didn’t surprise you that Jessica and Alex had dated, they seemed fairly close, but you were surprised that they had managed to be friends again after everything. You could kind of sympathise with Jessica, you’d seen Betty and Veronica fight about Archie before, but it definitely wasn’t a nice thing to do. It wasn’t as bad as ruining Hannah’s reputation though. You nodded slightly. “That’s not that bad.” You reassured Jessica. “What about you, Alex?”

Alex cleared his throat. “There was this hot or not list and I wrote that Hannah had the best ass and Jess had the worst. It further dented Hannah’s reputation, drawing unwanted attention.” He shook his head and looked downwards. “It was stupid, I was trying to make Jess jealous and it worked, but it ruined their friendship.”

That didn’t seem like a massive thing to you either. You were still getting used to the school’s dynamics, so you could be wrong. “That… doesn’t seem too bad?” it came out like a question because you almost couldn’t believe that Hannah had used that as a reason to kill herself.

“I guess on its own it wasn’t that bad, but there was way more going on and she could’ve used having us as her friends.” Alex levelled titling his head guiltily.

“So, what else happened?” You asked, moving closer to the table and setting your elbows on the table. You tried not to sound too eager, but you were pretty interested in the situation, you’d clearly spent too much time with Jughead.

“Well, there’s this guy called Justin.” Alex started, and you watched Jessica shift uncomfortably beside him. “He pursued Hannah and they had a date in the park and he took a picture of her going down the slide, you could see her panties and it looked worse than it did. He kind of bragged to his friends and one of them texted the picture around.”

“He’s not really around anymore though.” Jessica pointed out. “He didn’t have the best home life; his mom is a junkie.” There was an odd tone to Jessica’s voice and you could tell she’d had more of a relationship with the boy than she was admitting.

“You dated Justin too, didn’t you?” You furrowed your eyebrows slightly. That probably didn’t help Jessica’s relationship with Hannah.

“Yeah.” Jessica’s tone softened, but you knew there was still more to the story. You didn’t push it though.

“Then there was Zach, the boy from earlier.” Alex steered the conversation back to Hannah, you noted that it was probably because he knew what happened with Justin. “Hannah rejected him, and he stole the compliments from her compliment bag.”

You frowned, Zach had seen like a lovely person, with how he looked after Alex. “That’s all there is to his relationship with Hannah?” You shake your head, why would Zach do something so cruel. “Why would he do that?”

Alex shrugged. “He’s never told me the full story. I guess it will come out at the trial.”

“Then there’s Clay, obviously, he was in love with Hannah.” Jessica continued. “Hannah liked him too, but Clay never made a move.”

“Well he did once, but then Hannah freaked out.” Alex pointed out. “He was also pretty oblivious, said some things about Hannah, that he didn’t realise were about her.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “How did he not know they were about her?”

“That brings us to Ryan Shaver, he runs the schools ‘zine, he stole one of Hannah’s poems and published it anonymously.” Alex drank some of his hot chocolate and you watched with a small smile as his top lip got smothered in whipped cream. You passed him a napkin and he wiped his mouth before continuing. “It was really personal, but everyone found it funny, because they’re idiots and didn’t understand.”

“Clay commented on it and it hurt Hannah’s feelings.” Jessica finished.

“Did Hannah blame Clay?” You asked quietly, Clay had seemed really cut up when you met him previously.

“No, he’s not like the rest of us.” Alex gave a slow, sad shake of his head. “She just wanted him to understand why she did it.”

You nodded, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. “Is that it?”

Jessica let out an amused laugh. “No.”

“There was a party at Jessica’s.” Alex started, giving Jessica a short look. “Quite a few things happened that night.”

“That was the night that Clay and Hannah kissed, and she freaked out.” Jessica clarified, but her voice was starting to become hoarse. “Clay left, and Hannah stayed in my room.”

“Jess and Justin were still dating at the time and they went to her room.” Alex carried on, gently reaching over and giving Jessica’s shaking hand a squeeze. “Jess fell asleep, so Justin left her to sleep and then Bryce came in and… raped her. Justin knew what was happening, but he didn’t stop it. Hannah didn’t either.”

“So that was another Justin tape.” Jessica spoke again. “And then Hannah was really torn up, so she left and this cheerleader, Sheri offered to give her a lift home and, on the way, they knocked down a stop sign and Sheri wouldn’t report it.”

“Then Jeff Atkins, the most popular, nicest guy in the school didn’t stop because there was no sign and he died in a crash.” Alex frowned, Jeff was the only jock that he had really liked. “Jeff was also really good friends with Clay.”

“And Bryce, he also raped Hannah.” Jessica took a sip from her mug and you realised that you didn’t know what she was drinking.

“God, how many tapes were there?” Your eyes widened, this poor girl had gone through a lot.

“13. Justin, me, Alex, Tyler, Courtney, Marcus, Zach, Ryan, Justin again, Sheri, Clay, Bryce, Mr Porter.” Jessica counted off the tapes on her fingers.

“Mr Porter?” You titled your head trying to place the name. “The guidance councillor? What did he do?”

“It’s more like what he didn’t do.” Alex chirped cryptically. “Hannah went to him for help, she told him about her rape and that she wanted to kill herself, but because she didn’t say the exact words he didn’t help.”

“I’ll probably stay away from him then…” You breathed out, disturbed at the guidance councillors lack of care for his students. “And Marcus?”

“He asked her out because of all the rumours about Hannah, he thought she was easy, and then tried to stick his hand up her skirt.” Jessica shivered slightly, it was probably quite close to her own experience.

Just then your phone started ringing, at a glance you immediately identified it as the number that had rang you earlier. You decided to answer it, considering that the same person had rung you twice now.

“Sorry, I think I better take this, it’s the same number as earlier.” You frowned at your phone and then slid the slider across to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Y/N?”

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