#the kids aren’t alright wattpad

[jerleyskizzler173]

To commemorate the kids coming back, I have finally decided to post my fanart. HOWEVER, I forgot my sketchbook at school, but I still felt like they deserve some fan art on here, so I whipped some up just now (commitment, I know) but anyways stay tuned bc tmrw I’ll drop my actual stuff

(Last 2 were from like 2 years ago, so excuse the art style change)

ALSO i LOVE the Becca arc so far

My bby is rlly finding herself 🥲

[unstably-stable]

this is so them

ronan: bro- finn: no, no, hold up, rewind. finn: my tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

[coquitokisses]

Back Together | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader, (husband!Bucky Barnes x wife!reader, dad!Bucky Barnes x mom!reader)

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/Tags: Bucky being dad and hubby material, fluff, angst maybe?

Summary: Bucky and reader are married and have two girls, but because of Bucky’s work, reader decides to “break up” and have been separated for a few months. (Let’s say that this “job” was when the whole thing with John Walker happened in TFATWS, idfk lol)

A/N: so I’m currently writing a fanfic (on wattpad) and I had this idea, but I’m not there on the fanfic just yet lol so I decided to just post it here (also, my first language isn’t english so if there are any errors or mistakes, I’m sorry lmao)

The girls are like 4 and 5 years old and those aren’t the names I have planned on using for the fanfic, but it’ll do for now.. and Steve is alive and well lol (he doesn’t make an appearance, but I do mention him, like I said, this idea came as I was writing a fanfic so what I did was try and edit it a little bit so yall don’t need context and shit lol just enjoy okay?)

A/N #2: this is my first time doing this so just bare with me please lmao

It’s almost 10 pm which means Bucky must be on his way to bring the girls back after having them for the weekend. You were away in Seattle the whole weekend for work, but anyways it was Bucky’s turn to stay with the kids. They were supposed to stay with Wanda tonight, but since you arrived earlier than anticipated, you told her that Bucky was gonna bring them over.

You’re not on the best terms. Actually, you’re broken up at the moment and have been like that for like three months now. It all started because of Bucky’s “job”. You always said that he wasn’t being careful with the things he did and you didn’t like the constant worrying about him every time he went out to do his things. He didn’t really see it that way which made you get into a really bad fight and you decided to break up because he wasn’t putting his safety, or his family, as a priority and you didn’t like that.

Which was kinda true. So you’re currently not living together. Bucky has been staying with Steve, or with Sam whenever he comes to New York. The girls usually stay with you and then Bucky takes them on the weekends, but whenever you can’t take them to school (or get them on time) or something on week days, then Bucky takes them without a problem.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick them up for you?” Wanda asked while on FaceTime with you

“It’s alright, red, don’t worry.” You replied “Besides, Bucky’s probably on his way anyway.”

“Still haven’t talked?”

“Well we talk, just not about us.” You said walking out of the kitchen

“And are you guys still, like, mad or..?”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“Steve told you he got out.”

“I know.”

“So?”

“I just.. I don’t know, I haven’t talked to him about it.”

“Well I think you need to.” She said “Just have a little chat and see where things are at.. you guys still love each other.”

And you did. Of course you did. And the girls want you to get back together too. But you just haven’t talked about it again.

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You replied and just as you said that, you saw the car lights through the window “He’s here, I gotta go.”

“Call me if you need anything.”

“I will, love you.”

“Love you more.”

You hung up the call and left the phone on the couch before heading to the door. You opened it and saw Bucky walking over to the house holding Olivia, your youngest, in his arms and Eloise was walking right next to him. And the three of them just looked tired as hell.

“Hi mommy.” Eloise ran over to you

“Hi, pretty girl.” You immediately hugged her

“Say hi to mama, Liv.” Bucky said as he got closer

“Hi mama.” Olivia opened her arms wanting you to pick her up so you did

“Hi, my angel.” You kissed her cheek

“Sorry to bring them so late, we just got out of the cinema.” Bucky said

“Buck, it’s fine, they don’t even go to school yet.” You told him “Did you guys have fun?” You asked the girls

“So much fun!” Eloise replied excitedly “We also went to the trampoline park earlier.”

“Oh well that explains why someone’s a little more tired than others.” You looked at Olivia and she rested her head on your shoulder

“Mommy, can daddy tuck us in tonight, please?” Eloise asked

“Baby, I’m sure mommy had a really long and tired flight and she just wants to sleep.” Bucky told her

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You said “Daddy will tuck you in, sweetheart.” You tucked a few strands of Eloise’s hair behind her ear

“Daddy, come on.” She grabbed Bucky’s hand

You all went inside and you gave the girls a quick shower before Bucky helped them get in their pjs.

“Mommy, are we staying with auntie Wanda tomorrow?” Eloise asked as she got on her bed

“Yes, baby, I need to go to work.” You replied

“Can’t we stay with daddy?”

“Daddy works too, honey.” You moved her hair out of her face “I thought you liked staying with auntie Wanda.”

“We do, but we wanted to stay with daddy again.” Olivia spoke

“Well I can pick you up at auntie Wanda’s house when I get out of work, how does that sound?” Bucky told them

“And we can get dippin dots too?” Olivia looked at him with puppy eyes

“We can get whatever you girls want.” He said squishing her cheeks making her giggle

You couldn’t help but smile a little. You loved watching Bucky with the girls, he really is an amazing father and they love him like crazy.

“Alright it’s getting super late, time to sleep.” You said to them

“But mom!” Eloise pouted

“No buts, listen to your mom.” Bucky said “Come on, get in bed both of you.”

Each of the girls got in their beds and Bucky went and tucked them both. They have their own separate rooms, but they’re pretty close and they’ve always wanted to sleep in the same room so when the time came and you bought Olivia her big girl bed, Bucky just placed it in Eloise’s room. Anyways, when the time comes when they get to the point where they don’t even want to look at each other, you’ll probably make Bucky move Olivia’s bed back to her room and problem solved. But for now, they absolutely love being in the same room.

“I love you.” Bucky kissed Olivia’s forehead “And I love you.” He then kissed Eloise’s “So so much.”

“We love you too, daddy.” They said

“Now get some sleep because auntie Wanda is coming early tomorrow to pick you up before I leave.” You leaned down to kiss each of them on their heads “I love you both so insanely much.”

“Love you too, mommy.”

“Now go to sleep or I’ll call the slender man.” Bucky said as he turned off the light

He quickly closed the door once you got out of the room and the girls let out a scream that made you both laugh.

“You’re evil.” You chuckled “Creating them traumas so young.”

“It gives them strength.”

You rolled your eyes laughing. “Of course.”

You both went downstairs and then Bucky went back to the car to bring back Olivia’s shoes and a few toys that the girls left in the car. While you put them on the dining table, Bucky was just telling you what they did and how the girls were on the weekend.

“Liv didn’t even asked for my help to wipe her after using the bathroom.”

“No?!” You looked at him kinda shocked

Potty training Eloise was way easier than training Olivia. First she was afraid of the toilet being flushed, then she was afraid that something would come out and bite her, then she didn’t want to stay alone while using the toilet. It’s been a rollercoaster for all of you.

“No, she did it all by herself.”

“Oh my god, really? I’m gonna cry.” You said with a hand on your chest

“She said she’s a big girl and big girls don’t need any help to go potty.”

“She is a big girl.” You said “Fuck, they’re both getting so big.”

“They are.” He nodded “How was Seattle?”

“Fucking amazing.” You said excited “It’s so pretty.”

“And how did it went? Are they planning on transferring you?”

“Hell no, I told Nick I’m not leaving New York.” You replied “If we were still living in the compound, then this would’ve been a whole different conversation, but we’re not and we have kids now so no, I’m not leaving even if they pay me more.”

“Well if they are paying you more then..” he raised his eyebrows

You laughed. “You know what I mean, idiot.” You rolled your eyes “But no, I’m not being transferred.”

“Then why did you go?”

“Nick said that they needed someone like me for some training.” You answered “It was great, I got to teach a few people about self defense, how exciting.”

“I’m glad.” He said with a small smile

He was genuinely happy for you. He knew how much you’ve missed working like that. Being an agent, a spy, you missed it. But at the same time, it wasn’t really in your plans anymore ever since you got pregnant with Eloise. It happened during the blip as well so you weren’t exactly working as an agent or spy anymore so you just decided to leave it behind for good. Until recently.

“You know, if it’s really what you want, then go for it.” He told you “The girls aren’t stopping you and neither am I.”

“I know, but it’s just that I feel like I’m on a different stage in life now.” You said “It felt fucking amazing, don’t get me wrong.”

“Then do it, talk with Nick and tell him to put you out there, that’s what you want.”

“I don’t know.” You let out a sigh

“We’re not going anywhere, you know that, right?” He said and you looked at him “And how cool would it be for the girls to say that their mommy is a spy?”

You laughed. “They will brag about it for sure.”

“And the best part is that you’re great at it and always have been.”

“I don’t know, I’ll think about it.” You shrugged looking at the time on the stove “It’s getting very late.” You looked at him

“Ouch okay, I’m leaving.”

“Oh my god.” You rolled your eyes

“Are we gonna keep this up?” He looked at you

“What?”

“This nonsense.” He motioned his hand between the two of you

“This nonsense?” You arched an eyebrow “Do I need to remind you whose fault is it that we’re on this position right now?”

“It could’ve gone so much better, but little miss I’m extremely petty over here, doesn’t like to listen to people and doesn’t care about anything other than her opinion.” He said

“Oh don’t make me mad, James.” You crossed your arms

“It’s the truth and you know it.”

“I think you can go now.” You said turning around and starting to walk away

“See what I mean?” You heard him say from behind “Can’t we just talk about it like normal people?” He asked following you

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.” You said turning around to look at him

“Well I think it is.”

“Bucky..”

“Y/N, come on.” He sighed “It’s been three months, are you gonna keep pushing me away?”

And he’s right, you’ve been kinda pushing him away. To be honest, the whole thing could’ve been avoided if Bucky and you came to an agreement, but you never did. You were upset that he was going away with Sam to do all these things that you weren’t okay with and you were thinking about the kids, which, at the moment, he wasn’t doing and that pissed you off. That was the whole thing. He didn’t want to empathize with the way you were viewing the whole situation and he was kinda making you look crazy. Saying things like “it’s not a big deal” or “everything will be alright, you don’t need to freak out”.

How does he expect you to not freak out when he doesn’t care about doing all this dangerous things? Was he insane?

In other circumstances, if you didn’t have kids for example, maybe you would’ve been a little bit more okay with it, maybe. But it’s a whole different scenario now.

And you were kinda pushing him away, sort of. But it wasn’t intentional, it’s just that you were kinda petty and there were times where he wanted to kinda fix things, but you wouldn’t let him because you would find a way to push him away unconsciously.

“You made me feel like I was exaggerating when I clearly wasn’t.” You said

“Because at the moment I did feel that way and I didn’t want to view the situation the way you were.” He explained “And I know I was wrong for that and I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh. “You still went.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve stayed here with you, I regretted it the moment I left with Sam.” He said “And I came back as soon as I could.”

“And you stayed with Steve.” You rolled your eyes

“Baby, you wanted to kill me, do you really think I was just gonna come and ask you to take me back after that shit? Like you were just gonna accept me.”

“… Well, you’re kinda right.”

“I know, Steve told me you were pissed and that you wanted to punch me.”

“I did tell him that.” You nodded

“I’m sorry, I really am.”

“It’s fine, just forget it, I’m sick of the topic anyway.” You replied leaning on the back of the couch

“But are we fine?” He asked

“I don’t know, are we?”

“Well I’d say we are, kinda.” He got closer to you “You want me to do anything?”

“You could start by fixing the damn back door.”

“Again? But I just fixed it a few months ago.”

“Well I think you did it wrong because the doorknob is broken again.”

“I need to change that fucking door already.” He rolled his eyes “Anything else? Are you still mad at me?”

“A little.” You replied

“Just a little?” He moved his hands to your hips “I can help you change your mind.”

“Easy there, soldier.”

“Easy my ass, come here.”

Before you could even protest, his real hand grabbed your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss that screamed need. You really missed his kisses and just the way he would always give you a peck, whenever and wherever, whatever you were doing, he didn’t give a single care in the world. This man could see you sitting on the toilet and he still would go and give you a quick kiss.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered on your lips “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“I did too.”

“Can we please never fight again?” He gently put his forehead against yours

“As long as you don’t piss me the fuck off doing some stupid shit like that again, we’re good.”

“Good.” He nodded before kissing you again

“And I swear to god..” you started saying between kisses “If I see you again that close to John Walker, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I know.” He said lowering his hands to the back of your thighs and picking you up

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a/n: should I post the fanfic here? What do we think? Lol (I’ve been thinking about it A LOT lately)

**UPDATE! I ended up uploading the fanfic and here is the masterlist for it lol

Anywaysss, hope you liked this! <3

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[recklesssturniolo]

Hotel - M.S

Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)

Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.

“You’re fucking kidding right? There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him” I yell, glaring at Matt.

“Listen I know it isn’t ideal but it’s just how we’re gonna have to do it. It’s one night you’ll both be fine” Nick sighs.

“About to be the worst night of my life” Matt grumbles.

“Jesus Christ I can’t listen to you two any longer, let’s just all go to our rooms and we’ll leave early tomorrow morning” Chris says.

Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.

“I’m going to change” I announce.

“Good for you” Matt mumbles.

I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Matt’s eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.

Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.

“Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side” I say.

“Trust me I will, I don’t want to be any closer to you than I need to” He shoots back.

Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.

Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Matt’s hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?

“You wouldn’t stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved over” He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.

“Alright, no need for the fucking attitude” I reply.

“Maybe if you weren’t basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldn’t have to give attitude” He snaps back.

My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.

“Sounds like a you issue” I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.

“Keep it up and you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath me” He replies.

All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.

“What no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?” He asks.

“Fuck off and let me go back to sleep” I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.

Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Matt’s hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.

“If you’re trying to pretend you aren’t turned on, you’re doing a shit job” He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.

Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.

“Matt” I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.

“Hm?” He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, “Spit it out, you’re already soaked”

“Please” I whine.

“Please what?” He asks.

“Fuck sakes Matt. Touch me please” I grumble.

“There you go, wasn’t so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?” He replies.

His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.

“I - Matt” I whimper.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want” He says.

“Stop teasing” I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.

“Mm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whore” He replies.

“Please I need it” I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.

“Always knew you were a little whore” He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.

“Oh my god” I moan.

He says something that I couldn’t hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.

“I - what? What are you doing? Why did you stop” I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.

“God you need to learn how to fucking listen” He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, “I said you’re gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be”

“Fuck - yes okay” I reply.

I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.

“Get your shirt off” He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.

“Let me” I beg.

“Let you what?” He responds.

“Ride you, please I need you” I whine.

My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.

“You think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off instead” He says.

Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, “Matt fuck come on”

He smirks before replying, “So needy, get on”

Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He says.

My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as he’s fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.

“Fuck me you really are a whore” He groans, “So fucking tight”

“Feels - feels so good” I whimper.

My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.

“Matt fuck I’m going to come” I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.

“Not yet you’re not” He says.

“What?” I reply.

“You’re gonna wait till I do” He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.

“I can’t hold it” I whimper.

“You can and you will” He says.

A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m coming don’t even think about stopping” Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.

“Please” I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.

“Such a whore, needing to come so badly” He groans, “Come for me”

Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.

“That was -“ I begin.

“So good” He finishes my sentence for me, “I’ve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me”

“Jesus Christ you couldn’t just not be cocky for 5 minutes?” I mumble.

“Nope, it’s in my nature” He shrugs.

“Fuck you’re so annoying” I say.

“You didn’t seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to come” He smirked.

“Yeah well you are now” I reply.

“Whatever you say, just wait, I’ll have you begging again soon”

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[cricket-reader]

You Matter to Me

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Summary: as a healer for the Avengers, she get to heal a lot. What happens when she doesn’t tell them that each time she heals someone, their injuries transfer to her? Eventually someone is going to find out.

Warnings: language, injuries, self-sacrificing behaviour, brief mentions of past abuse/child abuse

Word Count: 2,209

Prompt: Fantasy, magical exhaustion

A/N: day 4 of March Trope-A-Thon by @amonthofwhump

Lying in her bed, she curls up on herself. The past few missions have been horrible. She wouldn’t tell anyone, but the amount of injuries she had to heal was really taking a toll on her.

Pain. Everywhere on her body there’s pain. She feels like a walking bruise.

She cringes when the door to her room bursts open. “Help! I’m sorry to wake you, but I need your help!” Tony cries out.

Tears well up in her eyes. She just wants to rest. She can’t take it anymore.

“It’s the kid, he got beat up real bad. We think he fractured his ribs.”

She slowly raises from her spot on the bed, leaving the comfort of snuggling into her warm blankets. “Where is he?” She weakly mutters, not having the energy to put her usual sunny disposition into her words.

“He passed out on the couch,” he informs her, already striding back to the common room. She limps her way to the common room. Normally she tries to hide her pain, but after this week’s missions, she can’t find it in her.

Luckily, no one else is in the common room. It’s just a barely cognisant kid, and a person that’s too preoccupied with the kid’s health to care about anything else. She falls ungracefully to her knees, cringing as her knees meet the floor. Her hands hover over Peter’s body before she takes a breath and makes contact with him. Immediately a sharp pain grows in her ribs. Tears gather in her eyes as she continues to take away his pain.

Her head is pounding and her ribs ache. It hurts so bad. This is even worse than when her father and his friends would use her after getting into bar fights. She knew what she was signing up for, but this… this is a little too much.

When Peter gasps awake, she plops down and rests her head against the couch cushion. Tears roll down her face before she turns to cover her face with the couch. Breaths becoming laboured, she can’t hold in the whimper that escapes her mouth.

How is she going to get back to her room? How’s she going to get out of this without getting caught? The Avengers aren’t stupid. They’re going to notice that something is off. Then they’re going to make her stop healing them because they are all too good to take advantage of her. And since she’ll be of no use to them, they’ll kick her out. She doesn’t want to leave. She can’t leave her family. The only family that has genuinely seemed to care for her.

“Hey, you alright?” Peter’s soft voice breaks her out of her racing thoughts. She nearly cries at the kindness in his voice. No one else cared to ask her that question when they noticed she was in pain. In fact, her father and her friends seemed to enjoy watching her in pain. It wasn’t fair, but she knew how life worked.

“I’m fine,” she mutters, straining against the stabbing pain in her ribs with every breath. Peter takes her head in his hands and gently lifts it from the couch so his kind eyes meet hers. Her head pounds and she wishes that he couldn’t see her like this. So weak. A superhero like him would probably laugh at her for being so weak. It’s not like she’s the one taking those punches. She wasn’t the one taking the beatings and saving the world. She just took the pain away.

“No you’re not. What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” Peter sounds so concerned, his eyes raking over her body looking for any signs of abuse.

“No, everything is fine, Peter.”

He squints his eyes at her, his sensitive hearing picking up her laborious breaths and small whimpers. “Who hurt you?” He jumps off of the couch ready to beat anyone that dared touch his precious …friend. Nothing else. Just a really good friend.

“No one, Pete, just… just forget about it okay? I’m fine.”

“Stop saying that! You’re in pain!” Peter frowns, visibly upset at the fact that she keeps lying to him. He thought they were close. He thought she trusted him. It hurts to know that she doesn’t.

“I’m used to it, it’s fine,” she mumbles, head plopping back into the couch. Peter’s brow furrows, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut.

“What do you mean you’re used to it?”

He watches her huff out a big breath before winching and clutching her ribs. The puzzle pieces finally click into place. It’s as if everything suddenly became clear with just one miniscule movement. Eyes widening, he strides over to her. Peter squats down to be level with her, his face dead serious.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? It hurts you to use your powers, doesn’t it?”

Tears fall down her flushed cheeks, and she curses under her breath. They were bound to find out sooner than later, she had just hoped for the latter. “I was helping,” she whines, trying to prove her worthiness. She was doing something good, he can’t possibly get mad at her for that, can he?

“At the expense of yourself!” Peter yells, frustrated that he allowed her to take his pain and make it her own.

“Well, the pain has to go somewhere!” She fires back, angry that he isn’t grateful. After all she’s done she didn’t think he’d be yelling at her. She hasn’t done anything wrong. She helped them so much.

“You shouldn’t have to be in pain because of us,” he argues, standing to pace. All of this information changes things. How many times has she saved someone this week alone? How much pain must she be in? What has she had to silently suffer through?

“Give me my pain back,” Peter orders, not wanting her to have his pain anymore. Guilt weighs on his consciousness now that he knows she is feeling his fractured rib and concussion.

“That’s not how that works Peter.”

“God dammit! Why didn’t you tell us!”

Her eyes pop out of her head. She’s never heard him this upset before. He’s never been this angry. The fact that she caused it only makes her feel worse.

“Because I knew this would happen!” She cries. “I knew you guys would be mad and kick me out! I deserve a place here after everything I’ve done. I don’t want to leave!”

“You can’t keep taking other people’s pain,” he frowns, dead set on conveying this to her.

“Yes I can. I’m helping! I’m doing something good! Why don’t you understand that? Why can’t you appreciate the fact that I am willing to help you guys?”

“Because, you’re not supposed to get hurt doing it!”

“What is going on out here?” Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, and Natasha walk in having just finished training. She sends Peter a death glare, daring him to say anything.

Although he sees her intimidating stare, Peter doesn’t care. This has to end now.

“The pain doesn’t just go away,” he explains, “every time she heals us, the pain is transferred to her. She takes all the pain for us.”

Steve furrows his brows, his serious concerned mama bear face on. Crossing his arms and stepping forward, he asks, “is this true?”

“N-no! Of course not!” She lies. Her eyes flit around the people in the room, heart beating faster.

“She’s lying, she probably can’t even stand up right now because she is in so much pain,” Peter confidently states.

Narrowing her eyes at Peter, she swears to kill him in his sleep. How dare he tattle on her? “That’s not true! He’s making this all up,” she protests, trying to make her voice sound strong.

“Then stand up,” Natasha challenges, one of her perfect brows raising.

Cursing under her breath, she places a hand on the couch to try and push off the ground. Grimacing, she grits her teeth and tries to lift her body off the ground. Breathing heavily, she uses her other hand to try and get into a standing position. Whimpers, so quiet that only the enhanced are able to hear, escape from her as she struggles to stand.

Peter is by her side in an instant, not willing to watch her put herself through more pain. “That’s enough,” he mutters, fed up with her disregard for her own well-being. Why is she being so careless?

Steve frowns as he quietly talks to the people around him. She can feel his disappointed countenance chipping at her soul. He has that effect on people. She never wanted to disappoint her heroes. She can take it, she just needs some rest, and she’ll be fine.

“We can’t continue to let you heal us.” Is the verdict that Steve murmurs, upset by how long this has been going on. How could no one have noticed? How could they have been so careless as to think that the pain just magically went away?

He’s disappointed. Disappointed in himself for not noticing sooner, disappointed in himself for letting a mere kid take all of his pain and suffering that he should have just endured. Why did she never say anything?

“You’re released from duty,” Steve concludes, standing up to leave the room. He can’t stand looking at her, now knowing all of the pain he has caused her.

“Captain, please. Don’t do this! I was helping!” She protests with everything left in her. She doesn’t want to leave her family. She doesn’t want them to get hurt or die. Not when she has the ability to save them.

“Enough!” Steve bellows, stopping in his tracks. “You’re out of here, got it?”

Tears well up in her eyes and her lip starts to wobble. Steve had never used a tone like that with her before. It hurts. “So what? You’re just letting me go now that you have no use for me?”

Steve falters. That’s most certainly not what he meant.

“You’re just like my dad!”

A sentence that cuts deeper than any stab wounds he’s ever received. She’s told him about her home life, about her piece of shit father. And to be compared to him makes his soul break.

Calling out her name as she pushes past him, he desperately tries to right this wrong. She doesn’t stop, though. She keeps running, tears cascading down her face.

Running a hand through his hair, he curses. This is not how it should have panned out. All he wanted was to make sure that she’s safe and out of harm's way. He didn’t want to be the one to harm her. In fact, that’s the last thing he wanted to do. What, after all she’s been through, she deserves better.

“Let me,” Peter says, stopping Steve from running after her. Steve aquieses, figuring it would be better if he could calm down before talking to her. He’s just so upset that he’s been passing off his pain to a literal child. Okay, maybe she’s not a child, but she might as well be one for fucks sake.

“What do you want?” Peter cringes at her angered tone, a twinge of hurt underlying it. She still has tears in her eyes as she rushes to pack her clothes in a duffle she had sitting unused in her closet.

“Steve didn’t mean what he said. He’s upset that you lied to him—to all of us.”

She scoffs, harshly shoving the clothes in the bag. She whimpers, realising that probably wasn’t the best decision with all of the injuries she is dealing with right now. Peter rushes to have her in his arms. He sits down on the ground, gently pulling her with him. “You gotta stop hurting yourself, sweetheart.”

She grumbles in his arms, trying to get out of his grasp. Peter just shakes his head at how stubborn she is. She’ll be the death of him, he’s sure about that.

“Why do you care?” She mutters out, anger and resentment lacing her tone. She doesn’t want to believe that anyone can care about her. Whenever she thinks that, she always gets hurt. No one cares about her. The only reason people act nice to her is because they want to use her powers to heal themselves.

“Because… you’ve been hurting yourself for far too long,” he murmurs, relaxing his hold now that she isn’t trying to squirm away.

“I just want to be wanted,” her voice is muffled with the sound of her small cries. Tears stream down her face, and she curls up into Peter’s warm embrace. He sighs and runs his hand gently through her hair, careful not to make her headache worse.

“You are,” he speaks under his breath. “Everyone here genuinely cares for you in their own way. You are so important to me… to all of us.”

She muffles a sob against his shirt. “You… you don’t mean that…”

“I do. I mean every word of it. You matter to me. You matter so much.”

Peter keeps on mumbling little words of praise and encouragement as she falls asleep in his arms. He will let her know what she is worth. No matter how long it takes. She deserves the world.

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Something I’ll regret (Rúben Dias x Reader)

**A little angsty request. I hope you all like it ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 2583

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“Do you have any plans for today?”

“Yeah, I have to go to Bruno’s for an interview”, I tell my boyfriend Rúben while we have some breakfast. I’m not really looking forward to today but I can’t escape it either.

“Why do you have to be there for his interview?”

“It’s what the tv channel asked for”, I shrug.

I often have to be around for these types of interviews. People love it when famous people are related and I happen to be the cousin of one of Portugal’s biggest football stars. And I’m also dating another one of their stars…but we haven’t made that public yet.

“At least I get to just be there with the kids and hang out for a bit while they ask him things and I say two words. Could be worse”.

“Poor you”, he laughs.

“Well, it’s time I could spend with you instead of doing that”.

“Poor me, then”.

“I don’t have to leave just yet”, I say, giving him a wink.

                                    **

When I get to my cousin’s house, it’s his wife Ana who opens the door.

“Hi! You’re early. Come in”.

“Thanks. Are the kids back from school?”

“No, they’ll be here soon. They wanted to go play with some friends and their mum will bring them back here in a bit. I love your dress, by the way! You look stunning”.

“Thank you”, I say, blushing slightly. “Rúben bought it for me the other day, actually”.

“Take notes, Bruno!”

I can’t help but laugh when I see my cousin’s face.

“Thanks for that, Dias”, he mutters. “Ready for the interview? I told them not to ask about your personal life but you know how they are”.

“Yes, I’m ready. I guess”.

Being part of a small ballet company in Portugal doesn’t turn one famous. Having a famous boyfriend does. And when the press found out that the dancer who was dating a famous actor happened to be the cousin of a famous footballer, they just didn’t leave me alone. I went from having the most normal life to being followed by the paparazzi everywhere I went. I hated every second of it.

That relationship, thankfully, it’s over. And I promised to myself to never date someone famous again. My life was a lot simpler when no one knew who I was. But then I met Rúben when I visited Bruno after a Portugal match and…well, he made keeping that promise really hard.

At least he understands I want us to be private. 

“There they are”, says Ana.

“The kids?”

“No, the journalists”.

Time to do this then.

                                       **

“And where is your beautiful cousin?”, I hear one of the reporters ask.

“She’s over there, playing with my kids. She’s their favourite cousin”.

When I see the cameras pointing at us, I move so the kids aren’t shown too much on camera.

“Hi!”

“Hello. How is life in England?”

“It’s alright. I love being here with some of my family”.

I expect the next question to be about work. I have moved on to other projects ever since I quit dancing, but no. Of course, the next question is about the same old topic.

“Anyone you met here that makes you want to stay? You know…as in a new love?”

“She doesn’t like talking about that”, interrupts Bruno. 

“Yeah, I rather keep those things private. Sorry”.

“Of course, after what happened the last time…”.

By that, he means when my ex cheated on me and the whole country found out. Yes, that makes me want to be more private. But these people don’t get it.

“We’ll go play in the garden. Have a good rest of the interview”.

                                   **

Days later, I get to Rúben’s and find him watching Bruno’s interview.

“Why are you watching that?”

“I wanted to see you”.

“I’m right in front of you now, you can’t stop watching it”, I laugh.

“And…I also wanted to see what you were asked. You were in a bad mood after it and I was a bit worried when you didn’t want to talk about it”.

“Just the same thing they always ask”.

My mood isn’t the only one that changes after my words. I can see Rúben looking uncomfortable.

“What is it?”

“Nothing”, he says.

“Rúben, come on”.

“It’s just…I get why you want us to be private but if you said you have a boyfriend, they’ll leave you alone”.

“Are you really that naive?”

“Whatever. Whenever we talk about this, you just get all defensive”.

“Because you don’t get it, Rúben. And this wouldn’t just affect us. It could affect my cousin too”.

I know Rúben wants to say more. It’s written all over his face. But once again, he’s the one who stops before we say something we regret and just changes the topic.

A couple of hours later, while we are watching a movie, my mind goes back to our argument. I don’t think he’s right but maybe it’s worth a try. Maybe if I just say that I’m seeing someone, they’ll leave me alone. Ugh! I hate how complicated all of this has to be.

                                     **

One of the reasons why I’m staying in Manchester, apart from Rúben and my family, is that Bruno got me a small job at United. Every couple of weeks, I help the players with their recovery. They are a great bunch of guys, and there are a lot of Portuguese speakers in the team too. So overall, it’s a lot of fun and I get to earn a bit of extra cash, which is always nice. 

Their social media team likes to film little bits of the sessions to put on youtube. And for the last few, it’s become a bit of a tradition for the players to annoy me after the sessions. Those little clips are shared by all the fans. They love them. And I know it's just banter so I don’t mind. 

“Fans! Say thank you to our favourite teacher. We wouldn’t have won the Carabao Cup without her help”, says Dalot to the camera.

I just shake my head before my cousin takes Dalot’s arm off my shoulders. “Leave some space between your favourite teacher and yourself, Diogo”.

But his teammate just laughs at that comment and looks at the camera again. “Guys. He’s doing that so you all stop making up rumours about which one of us she’s dating. Captain Fernandes wouldn’t allow any of us to do it so there you go”.

I’m trying to leave when Antony joins the conversation.

“Ok, no one from United but what about the national team? Would you allow that, Bruno?”

That comment stops us from walking to look at Antony. What does he know?

Dalot, who knows about Rúben and I being together, is the first one to react. “What do you care, mate? You play for Brazil”.

“Just wondering”, he shrugs.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I say, leaving the room.

My reason for saying that is to avoid people looking at the Portugal team when I finally say that I have a boyfriend. But not everyone understands it that way.

                                     **

“Hello? Rúben?”

The apartment looks really dark despite not being that late, but I can hear some noise, so Rúben has to be home.

When I get closer, I realised that what I hear isn’t the tv, but the conversation I had with the boys only hours ago when I was in Carrington.

“He wouldn’t allow that either”, I hear coming out of Rúben’s phone. Of course, they added that clip to the video.

“Hey!”

“I’m trying to understand you, but I might give up”.

“What are you talking about?”

He sits up on the sofa and points at his phone.

“Are you embarrassed by me? By our relationship? Is that it?”

“What? No, Rúben. Why would I be?”

“I don’t get it. Why did you have to add that? You could have ignored that question but no, you couldn’t help it”.

“Yes, you don’t get it”, I say, tired of his accusations. “I just said it so when I say I have a boyfriend, they don’t go look at everyone my cousin knows first. That way we can stay private for longer”.

“We’ll never talk about our relationship if it was up to you. It’s one thing to be private but this is too much. I’m afraid of saying anything just so you don’t freak out. And it’s getting really boring, you know?”

“Well, it’s not as if you’re talking about your love for me every day, is it?”, I hate the bitterness of my words so much, but can’t control it.

“You don’t allow me to talk about us!”

“Is that really the reason? Or do you just don’t mention me because it’s better for you if people think you’re still single?”

I know I’ve gone too far the moment the words leave my mouth. I’m such an idiot.

“Get out”.

“Rúben, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”.

“Get out now. Before I also say something I regret”.

And knowing he’s right, I leave. Head down, ashamed and worried about having messed up what Rúben and I have.

                                     **

The only place I can go is my cousin’s. And when he opens the door and sees my face, he understands something is wrong and lets me in without asking why I’m there.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, he says when he brings me a cup of tea.

“I messed up”.

“How? And I’m assuming we talk about Rúben, right?”

“Yes”, I sigh. “He watched the video United uploaded today and didn’t like that I said you wouldn’t let me date a teammate from the national team either”.

“I’ll talk to the boys so they stop pestering you with those questions”.

“Bruno, it’s not about them. I’m the problem. I keep hurting my boyfriend because I refuse to talk about our relationship. It’s me that needs to change. No one else. I can’t hide behind other people’s actions any longer”.

“Why do you do that? Refusing to talk about it. I respect your decision but you guys have been together for a while now. I expected you to have gone public months ago. And you know I’ve supported you since the beginning, so that can’t be it”.

Why am I doing this? Fear, simple as that.

“I don’t want a repeat of last time. And if people don’t know about us, then it can’t happen”.

“I get it, but it’s not really fair to Rúben, is it?”

But before I have time to say something, little Gonçalo runs towards his dad, asking for a hug. And so my cousin has to take him back to bed and do their little routine again.

I take my phone and end up on Rúben’s Instagram profile. When I see he’s uploaded a story, I can’t help but click on it. It’s actually a link to a post in the City profile and I go see what it is about.

It turns out he did some sort of Q&A for the team. He was asked about his fitness routine, and his favourite food, …and then I realise I’m a bigger idiot than I already thought.

To the question of what he likes doing in his free time, he answered “spending time with my girlfriend”. And as if that wasn’t painful enough to hear, I go to the last one. My cousin enters the room just as I’m listening to Rúben say “who inspires me the most? My girlfriend”. 

I throw the phone away and put my hands on my face. 

“I’m an asshole”.

                                    **

Despite wanting to run to Rúben’s the moment I watched those stories, I don’t. I know he needs time to be angry at me. He has every right to be. I just hope he can forgive me. 

“When are you talking to him?”, asks Ana.

“Later. After his training. I want to give him some time to be alone”.

“Probably a good idea. He’ll be hurt after what happened”.

I volunteer to take the kids to school. I could use the distraction and they know how to cheer me up, making me sing songs on the way to school or playing games that have to be cut short because the drive there isn’t that long. But I promise them we’ll continue playing later.

When I finally go to see Rúben, I fear he might not be there. But after a second knock on the door, he opens it.

“I’m sorry”.

He doesn’t respond but leaves the door open so I can go inside.

“Rúben, I shouldn’t have said that”.

“No, you shouldn’t have”.

I sit next to him and try to hold his hand, expecting him to take it away. But he doesn’t. He lets me hold it and that small gesture gives me so much hope.

“You know what happened with my ex. The worst part wasn’t the cheating, but the fact that everyone knew. Because all the headlines and covers were about me. Me looking sad, me going out with friends despite people expecting me to be sad, …me me me. Everyone wanted to humiliate me. And I couldn’t stand it. I didn’t want to date anyone famous ever again”.

“I understand that”.

“I know you do. And I took advantage of you because of it. I forced you to do as I said because I knew you didn’t want to hurt me. And I was really unfair”.

“I wish I could say I disagree”.

“I get it, Rúben. And I’m sorry. So sorry. Can you try to forgive me?”

He looks up at me and I squeeze his hand harder without noticing I’m doing it. I’m really that scared of him saying he can’t forgive me. I can’t lose him.

“Only if you change. I’m happy having a private relationship but I can’t live constantly worried about saying something that uncovers the secret. I want to be able to mention you, even if I don’t say your name. This whole thing is exhausting. And…I know a part of you didn’t want us to go public because you are afraid I could do what your ex did. And while I get it, it hurts to know you think that of me”.

I try to avoid his eyes but he doesn’t allow me, holding my chin so I look at him.

“Tell me I got it wrong”.

“You didn’t”, I confess. “I would feel the same with anyone. I guess that’s what happens when you’re cheated on once. But I trust you. Really. I wouldn’t be with you if I didn’t. And I also wanted to protect you”.

“From what?”

“People creating drama between my cousin and you”.

“Let us worry about that, ok? We can protect ourselves well”.

I hesitantly move closer to Rúben, and when he allows me to do that, I put my arms around his waist. I missed being this close to him.

“I’ll change. I’ll stop being so worried and afraid about people knowing about us”, I tell him, meaning every single word. “And I trust you. Honestly. I won’t make you feel again like I don’t. Because you don't deserve it”.

“That’s all I needed to hear”.

“Am I forgiven?”, I ask, looking up at him and when I see him moving closer to kiss me, I can’t help but smile.

“You know I can’t stay mad at you long. And yes, you’re forgiven”.

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Can I Take You Somewhere?

Summary: Anon request on Wattpad - “could u do one where y/n is a virgin and it like takes place in highschool? and like harry is really gentle”

Warnings: fluffy SMUT18+, strong language, lots of caring gestures, praise talk, oral (f), gentle!harry, lots of fluff and fluffy smut

I wasn’t sure if it was meant as doing it in the high school, or Harry and y/n are high schoolers, so I wrote it as the second option. If you want the first option, let me know!

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FRAT BOY HARRY

“Hey Harry.” You smile as you sit down in the desk next to him, “Have a good weekend?”

He nods, “Yeah, for the most part.” He gives you a small smile and shifts around as his mates file in around him, “Wild party last night Styles!” Louis says as he flops down into the chair, “Crazy shit happened.”

Harry nods and glances over at you, giving you a look that you’re not sure how to take.

You look down at your desk and open your book, making yourself act like you don’t really care, but at the same time you do.

You care so badly because you’re in love with the boy who you aren’t even sure likes you back.

He acts so different when he’s around his friends, almost like he doesn’t want them to see the softer side of him.

“Alright class, take your seats.”

——

At the end of class, Harry gets up and grabs his books. He lays his hand on the corner of your desk. When he lifts it up there’s a note that you quickly snatch and shove into your sweatshirt pocket.

You gather your things and grab your bag before walking to your locker. You turn the dial, entering your three digit code before opening and throwing your belongings in with a loud slam.

You don’t even care. You’re worried about what the note said.

You rest your hands inside your locker as your fingers shake with excitement mixed with nervousness.

You smooth out the folded paper and your lips form into a smile as your eyes glide over the words.

Meet me out back at my bike after school.

You bite your lip, rereading over it again to make sure you’re brain isn’t tricking you.

Your stomach does a flip each time you read the word ‘bike’ because Harry on a motorcycle is to die for, and you have a feeling you’d be on the back of it after school.

——

Final bell rings and you’re up and out of your seat within seconds.

You go to your locker, throwing and keeping anything you don’t need into it. You play with the cuffs of your sweatshirt as you head towards the back lot.

You pushed the door open and a smile slowly forms on your lips as you spot Harry and make your way over to him.

“Hey. Got your note.” You look up at him.

He smirks, “Good, I was hoping you would.” He hands you his helmet, “Can I take you somewhere?” You take it in your hands and nod, “Sure.”

He swings his leg over his bike, kicking the kickstand up as he turns it on. You put the helmet on and he flips his hat around backwards and nods for you to get on.

You lay a hand on his waist and swing your leg over, situating yourself before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Ready?” He looks over his shoulder at you.

“Ready.”

Harry starts moving the bike slowly, stopping until a car finally lets him go.

Harry is the only guy in school to have a motorcycle, which is partly why he’s considered one of the popular cool kids.

But you know him as something other than that. You know him as the gentle, likes to study and laugh at stupid stuff but super, super caring Harry.

He doesn’t show that side very much or just to anyone really.

——

At every red light, Harry would check to see if you’re still okay and rub your knee with his fingers as you waited for the light to change.

When it did, he would wait for you to tighten your arms before moving.

He pulls off onto a road and it’s just you, him, his bike and the road for a little while until he pulls off and stops the bike.

He taps your leg to get off and you comply, swinging your leg over and getting your balance before you take off the helmet and handing it to him.

He clips it and hands it on the handle bar. He extends his hand out and you take it, walking with him over to the single bench.

He sits down and you sit next to him. You gasp as you look out into the overlook, “This is beautiful.”

He smiles and admires how happy you look, “Yeah, I found this place a while back, kept thinking about taking you here.”

You look over at him, “Me?”

He nods, “Yes.” He presses his lips together and takes a deep breathe through his nose, “I brought you here so I can, um.”

Your stomach starts to flip and you bite your lip, “Harry.” You whisper lowly, “It’s okay.”

He smiles slightly and you can tell he’s a bit nervous, “I want to ask if.. you’ll think about being my girlfriend?”

You smile and nod, “I don’t have to think about that.”

He looks over at you and smiles, “Really?”

You nod, “Harry.. I have liked you for a while now..” you turn towards him, “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same.”

“I don’t treat you like anyone else. You’re special to me and I just-“ he blows air and laughs, “I just wasn’t sure when or if there was a right time.. so I just decided that today was the day.. that’s why I was short with you today.. I was nervous.”

You laugh slightly and move in towards him, “It’s okay.”

He lays his head on yours as you lay it on his shoulder and he takes your hand into his. You slowly turn your head to look up at him. He smiles and cups your cheek, bringing his lips down to yours.

You kiss a few times before it graduates into a slow make out.

You know what you wanted, and you can tell Harry wants the same thing.

He goes to pull you into his lap but you stop him, “Not here.” You whisper against his lips.

He nods, “Oh, alright.”

“No, I mean.” You look up at him, “Let’s go to your house. You said no one would be home for a few days right?” You bite your lip, hinting that you’re ready.

He nods and smirks, “Yeah, yeah I did say that.”

You stand up and hold your hand out, “Let’s go.”

——

You hop off of Harry’s bike and carry the helmet up to the door as you follow him. He unlocks the door and opens it, letting you walk in first.

“I love it here. It’s so nice and cozy.” You set the helmet down on the table and turn to look at him. He smiles, “Yeah, my mom likes to keep it that way. No wonder you guys get along so well.”

You laugh and shake your head.

Harry walks up to you, brushing hair from your face, “Hi.”

You smile and tilt your head into his hand, “Hi.”

He leans down and kisses you, gently pulling you closer to his body.

“Remember..” you say leaning back, “I haven’t done this before.”

He smiles and rubs your cheek with his thumb, “I’ll walk you through it.”

You smile and take his hand and walk with him as he leads you up the steps to his room.

You’ve been to Harry’s house multiple times before, you know his family every well. They’re always teasing about you two being a thing, but you guys weren’t sure if you both felt the same way, so neither of you bothered to talk about it.

He lays you down on the bed and lays beside you, laying his hand on your cheek, giving you a smile, “My beautiful girlfriend.”

You smile and bite your lip, “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear you say that.”

He leans in and kisses you. Your lips move with his in the most perfect way.

He pulls you over onto him so you’re straddling him, “Just grind your hips down, love.” His hands grasp firmly on your hips, pushing down.

You bite your lip and start to move your hips downward, gasping at how good the friction feels, “Oh, fuck.”

“Feel good?” Harry groans out.

You nod, “Y-yes.” You lay your hands on his chest, fisting his shirt as you grind down harder.

Harry watches you for a few minutes before sitting up and wrapping an arm around your waist, “Can we try something?”

You nod and watch as Harry moves down your body, sliding his hands up your legs to the button of your jeans.

You watch his hands as they swiftly undo and pull them down, tossing them aside as he leans in to kiss your skin.

He smirks and hooks his fingers in the band of your panties, “I want to eat you out.”

His words cause you belly to somersault, “Yes.”

He slides then down and gently pushes your legs open, biting his lip as he lays eyes on your pussy, “You’re so pretty.”

His words make you blush, “Thank you.”

He slides his hands up, placing his thumbs on either side and spreading your folds apart. Your breathing starts to get more rapid as you’re excited to feel his mouth on you.

He leans in, his tongue gently swipes up and down your folds a few times before his lips attach to your clit.

Your hand lays on the back of his head as you moan out, moving your hips as you indulge in the pleasure, “Harry.” You gasp out, “That feels so good.”

He hums against you, gripping your thighs, “You taste so good.”

You look down at him as he glances up at you before pushing his tongue into you. You let out a whine and arch your back. You eyes shut as your head falls back, “Fuck.”

You’ve touched yourself many times before, so you knew what it felt like when you were about to cum, and Harry had you there already.

“Fuck, fuck. Yes yes!” You call out and grip his hair, pulling as you cum around his tongue. You walks clench and unclench as you come down from your high.

He leans back, “How was that?”

You smirk and look up at him, “Why haven’t we done that before?”

He chuckles and takes off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He undoes his belt and your eyes fixate on his hands again.

You loved his hands.

He stands up to kick off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, “Are you ready?” You nod, “Yes.”

He walks to his dresser and grabs a condom before walking back over. He lays it on the bed next to your head, “Just to be safe.” He winks and moves his body to hover over yours.

He brushes hair off of your forehead and presses a kiss to it, “If it hurts too bad, just tell me. We’ll stop.”

“Okay.” You lay your hands on his cheeks and pull him down for a kiss. His hands travel up and down your body, under your shirt that you haven’t taken off yet.

“Can we get this off of you?” He asks in a whisper as he tugs on your shirt. You nod and sit up as he does and pull the thin fabric up over your head.

He smiles and shakes his head, “I will never get over how beautiful you are.”

You throw your shirt down and look back up at him with a smile. His hands slide up your sides and he pulls your bra straps off your shoulder to lean in and kiss where it laid.

You reach behind you and unclip it, sliding it off and throwing it with the other discarded clothes that lay on his bedroom floor.

He lays you back and pushes his boxers down. Your eyes move to his cock and back up to his eyes.

You were worried that it was going to hurt because of how big he looked.

He leans up, grabbing the small square packet and ripping it between his teeth. You watched as he pulled the rubber from it and took it down to put it around him.

He slid it on and looks up at you, “I know I said it already, but tell me if anything is wrong.” He run his hand through your hair and waits for you to give him the okay.

You nod and he grabs his cock, rubbing it against your wet folds before he gently and slowly starts to push in.

You gasp and tense up quickly. Harry stops and rests his forehead on yours, “Relax, baby. Try to relax.” He dips his head down and presses his lips to yours.

He feels you relax so he continues to push in. You whimper against his lips and squirm around, “Keep going.” You whisper quickly, “It’s okay.”

You wrap and arm around his neck and lay your other hand on his chest. He moves his hand up to your clit, gently rubbing circles onto it as he continues pushing in.

You let out a moan, “Fuck, fuck.”

“Hurts?” Harry stops and looks at you.

You shake your head, “Feels more good than anything.”

He smiles slightly, “That’s good, baby.” He starts kissing you again as his fingers start rubbing your clit, “You feel so good already and I’m not even all the way in yet.”

You smile against his lips and moan as he gets more of his cock inside of you. He groans against your lips, “Shit. Almost there.”

You nod and whimper as you feel his cock in you fully. Your walls clench around him and he moans, “Fuck, y/n. You feel incredible.”

“M-move, please. Slowly.”

He leans up slightly, watching your face as he slowly pulls out. Your face crunches up and your eyes shut as you moan, “H-Harry, fuck.”

He bites his lip as he slides back in, listening to you moan, “Feel good?”

You open your eyes and look at him, “So good.”

He slowly pushes back in, moaning as you clench around him, “Fuck, baby.”

He slowly gets into a rhythm, slowly thrusting as he kisses you. You dig your nails into his shoulder, moaning into his mouth.

He lays his head on yours, “Doing so good baby.”

You’re a whimpering, moaning mess under him. You wrap a leg around his waist and arch your back up off the bed, “I feel so close.”

He nods, “Go ahead baby.”

Your eyes roll back and you lay your head back as he kisses down your neck. He leaves a trail of little bite marks up and down as he kisses across to the other side, “Cum for me, baby.”

You feel it coming as he pushes his cock deep into you. You gasp and cling to him as your orgasm rips through, “Fuck fu-“ you let out a long moan.

Harry leaves gentle kisses all over your face as he works you through your high, “You feel so good.” He whispers lowly, “Taking me so good.”

You moan and whimper at his words, closing your eyes as he covers you in kisses, “M’so close, love.”

You nod and turn your head to press your lips to his. He slides a hand down your body, hooking his fingers under your knee to hold your leg close to his body.

His hips rock slowly into yours as he moans against your lips. You wrap an arm around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him.

He kisses back your jaw line and buries his face into your neck, “Fuck.”

His moans are music to your ears. It fills a part of you that you didn’t know needed to be filled.

“Y/n.” He moans and you feel his cock twitch and empty into the condom that’s inside of you, “Fuck. Fuck.”

He gently pushes his hips against yours and rests there for a few moment, breathing heavy as you run your fingers through his hair.

He slowly pulls out and discards the rubber, “How was that?”

You sit up and smile, “Really great.”

He leans in and kisses you.

“Harry, sweetheart you home?” Anne calls from downstairs.

“Shit!” You both exclaim quietly and jump off the bed to quickly put your clothes back on, trying to be as quiet as possible.

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Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!!

If you have any requests you can send them here

I do have about seven requests to get through so bare with me.

[weirdestbooks]

The 11th State (Wattpad | Ao3)

New York and America fluff requested by @bro0klyn3

America had never been happier. He thought he had been happy with his father, and maybe a part of him had been, but he had never been happier than he was now.

With his kids all getting their own bodies, with the ones still inside his head talking to him, with knowledge about James, and his independence, America was happy. He felt content.

His Constitution had been ratified with the inclusion of New Hampshire, so now America was just waiting for the rest of his states to get their bodies. The most recent one had been number eleven, New York, who had taken great delight in being reunited with his twin. He had calmed down since then but still took great pleasure in relishing in his newfound freedom.

It made America happy to see him happy. 

North Carolina and Rhode Island and Providence Plantations had been pretty loud following New York’s admission, mad that they were the last two left to get a body, and causing America plenty of headaches in the process. James had gotten them to quiet down, so America was left with the peace and quiet of his own thoughts.

“Dad?” New York said. America sighed, sitting up from where he was lying down on his bed. A father’s work was never done.

“What is it, York?” America asked. New York winced.

“It’s okay, I can—”

“No, no, York, it’s okay. I don’t mind. Just a bit tired,” America said, giving his son a small smile. New York perked up and walked over to the bed, climbing next to America, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” New York said. America nodded, throwing an arm over his son’s shoulders. 

“Okay. You can always tell me if you need anything. I won’t judge. You guys were in my head for years. I’ve learned to be a little open-minded,” America said. New York groaned. 

“That was terrible, Dad,” America smiled.

“I have to make up for all the years I missed out on it,” America said before running his hand through New York’s hair.

“I hate my body.” New York eventually said after a few moments of silence. 

“Why’s that?” America asked, concerned as he pulled his hand away.

“Back in your head. I looked…physically, I was, like, eighteen or something. Now I’m seven. I’m a child now. My wings are fluffy, and I can’t fly with them and I hate it so much. I’m too old to be seven, not just in the usual country way but actually too old. I hate it.” New York said, burying his face in his hands.

“I know. It must be awful to have everyone thinking you're a child when you’ve lived through and seen so much. I wish…I wish I could do something to help, do something to make your body seem older, but I can’t. It’ll catch up eventually. Delaware already looks eighteen. Your years will catch up. You just have to give it time.” America said. 

“I don’t want to wait. I want to be my age now. I hate this. I hate having to be younger than Del and Jay. We’re all the same age, practically, but they’re adults, and I’m a fucking child, and it’s the worst!” New York said, small wings flaring out in his frustration, angry tears pouring down his face.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could do something to help or to change things. But it’s okay to be upset by this,” America said, returning his hand to New York’s hair, smiling as New York relaxed into his side.

“I know. Thank you for listening.” New York said. America hummed out an acknowledgment.

“Would you like me to talk to the others about making fun of you or saying anything about your physical appearance?” America asked. New York shook his head, burying his face in his shirt.

“No. Don’t want them to think I’m being dumb.” New York said before pulling his face out of his shirt and looking up at America with wide eyes. 

“You aren’t being dumb. They’ve all gone through what you’re going through right now. They’ll understand,” America said gently. New York yawned. 

“Maybe. But don’t tell them yet,” New York said before burrowing into America’s side. America kissed his son on the forehead. 

“Alright. I won’t. But if they’re ever bothering you, let me know.” America said. New York nodded.

“I will. Good night, Dad.” New York said. America smiled fondly.

“Good night, New York.” As his son slowly fell asleep in his arms, America couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the love he was feeling. It was amazing to have a son, to hold him and cherish him. 

He knew New York hated being younger, but America was glad he got to see it now.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you were younger. I promise I’ll be there for you now.”

He would always be there for his children.

[fragment-take-over]

Info about the Fragmented!Au

Aight I feel the need to explain this au rn and if I don’t i’m going to go crazy mentally and physically like right now (I repeat it’s 5 am, i repeat, it is, 5 am for me rn) alRIGHT, I’ma be cool and just summarize it! Cus ik ppl migghhttttt (if this actually get’s popular, but I hightly doubt that) genuinely wanna read some cool epic lore stuffs about it, nods update: so like, uhhh... this is kinda outdated, and when i get to it, i’ll update this but for now i’ll just leave it alone lol- there are new properties ‘n stuff but among other things I feel like that should just be it’s own separate post mayyybbee? I dunno, there’s a lot to this au and it can be confusing (even in story when i get to writing the story on like wattpad or something) aNYWAYS enjoy this...old/semi-outdated thing yaea :D Note b4(before) summary: So to make it less confusing at first, there are these “realities” and anyone involved with the Fragmented!Au can traverse them with a specific use of technology and “enhancements” you could call them. These “realities” can be infinite, merged, or be erased from existence (these are the only properites of them really). The common themes you’ll see within this au is the infinite, and erasing properties of the realities. ALSO, being in a different reality DOESN’T and I repeat, DOESN’T make the characters age! Like their youth or etc is like frozen in time, since these realities aren’t supposed to hold certain characters ‘n etc. Proper example would be Pac, who isn’t supposed to be in these other realities throughout the au, and how he’s even more ancient than Sir C due to being stuck in a reality he’s not supposed to be in but hey! That’s what you get for not paying attention my guy ---- Anywho, onto the summary :) Basically, similar to Sonic Prime (that show did inspire me for this au ngl), there is a type of “crystal” (it’s..different in this au, you’ll read abt it soon) that shows other realities and basically contains the power of “possessing” all of these realities. For short, hijinks happen that end up making Pac, our beloved yellow orb who eats ghosts boy, end up breaking it this “crystal” into many pieces (primarily through battle conflict). This ends up making Pac have to collect all the pieces, learn how to deal with each reality in the process and finding a way to bring back his own reality that he ended up breaking in the first place. Along with many teachings, learning experiences, traumatizing experiences and friends who you think remember you but don’t even recognize you happen over time. Which in the end this poor kiddo ends up not fixing the “crystal” and ends up stuck in a reality where he really doesn’t wanna be. [What makes it worse was that, in this reality this was the last shard Pac needed before fixing the “crystal” to fix his sad mistake]. This causes more conflict, in the end resulting in Pac committing violence which is unlike his usual pacifist behavior [which was being challenged anyway with the many other realities he had to deal with before this very specific one which will be important]. That, with simplicity ends up changing this kid forever considering that he does indeed end up committing to the felony (a pretty bad one to boot) and changes from the experience forever. Changing his name, doing worse things that don’t make his actions any better, and becoming a substantial threat to all realities he takes part in. Wowie! That was a....long summary. Anywaysss, if this seems interesting feel free to go crazzzyyyy with your theories, and suggestions (once i start releasing the chapters) for pov’s or etc would be nice too! anywho, this is Frag outta de house

[mr-miss-sunny]

I decided to make a list of actually really good (lgbtq) wattpad stories because i feel like its hard to come by a good one nowadays, and who knows maybe someone who sees this post is desperately looking for something

(All of these include very good to extraordinary writing, imo)

Catching Rainbows by FairlyLocalTreehouse

Luna falls for Chloe at first sight… literally, off a ladder. And it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship, after Luna gets past the fact that Chloe doesn’t seem to be single

Sapphic, great autistic rep, really sweet and heartwarming

Vanilla by theCuppedCake

Julian White doesn’t say his real name in self-introductions. Hiding behind his middle name and a pair of overly round glasses, he tries to get through the tenacity of attending a competitive culinary school under his uncle’s influence. Amidst his learning of crust structures and the nutritional value of bananas, he meets an old friend

MLM, best writing I’ve seen in a while, cried for 30 minutes after reading, probably my favorite Wattpad book ever (strongly suggested autistic main character, but not confirmed) sequel is currently being written

The Kids Aren’t Alright by bee_mcd

The year is 1988, and Finn, Ronan, Becca and Jasper are spending the summer at a reformatory camp located deep in the Yukon. The camp, named Lightlake, is the last chance the teens have to get their lives back on track, but changing for the better isnt easy - and especially not at a place like Lightlake, where secrets outnumber the campers and myths have a way of coming to light

Amazing summer read, mainly focus on friendship but also MLM main character and a sapphic side character, sequel is also currently being written

When Shadows Rise (previously called When Queens Fall) by HeleySulich

A magic addicted spy trapped in the queen’s service must take a princess-turned-assassin in order to earn her freedom, but things get complicated when she falls for the princess she’s supposed to capture

Now a paid story, i wanted to include it regardless because its just so amazing, i wish i could reread it but i don’t have money lol. WLW, great world building, non binary rep, dark fantasy

Being Wrong by overlordpotatoe

When Charlie gets away from his drug dealing father and is sent to live with his grandparents, things aren’t suddenly okay. Charlie’s broken. He’s not sure he ever wasn’t broken. When things get unbearable, the only thing that helps Charlie feel grounded is music. What can he do when he runs out of battery for his walkman?

MLM, autistic main character, I’ve reread this book at least four times, its my ultimate comfort read, it actually contributed to me realizing i might be autistic, and look at me now, a formal diagnosis and all

The Gay Gatsby by mismatchedsockslife

When two high school boys find themselves being forced into partnership for a class project, things get interesting. With Callaway’s snarky remarks and hidden secrets, and Chance’s accidental girlfriend, their path to completing high school is anything but straight

MLM, if you’re looking for good angst, this one right here. Amazing writing, amazing characters, great overall

The Broken Song by NotJuliaChild

Elusia Vale is the most fabulous adventurer, swordswoman, thief and lover to ever grace Ishara, and she is always the first to say so. Her life has been filled with excitement and reckless abandon, but how long can she outrun the tempests she leaves in her wake?

If you’re bummed that When Shadows Rise is a paid story, read this instead, its just as fantastic and free. WLW, multiple main characters if I remember right, very long lmao, I’m still reading it

Conan The Dandelion by letsgohomehidee

Conan moves to the Big City for University, but he’s not like other boys. He doesn’t nt know how to interact with others. He’s socially awkward, and is often considered as “weird” or “strange”. He also cant touch people without feeling sick, but why? Parker is a sex addict. He’s wild, outgoing and loves to party. He’s known to be a playboy who changes women quicker than his socks. Not a day goes by when he’s not in bed with someone else. But what happens when he meets a boy who can’t be touched

MLM, autistic main character, extremely angsty, you’ll feel like an emty shell after reading, be warned (😭)

In Between Days: Raising Jordan by tristan2500

Jordan lives in his own world, or so that’s what it seems to the average person. No one, not even his brother, has ever given him a chance. That is until Tim’s best friend comes along

MLM, autistic main character, beautiful writing, Call Me By Your Name vibes

SEVENS by -crucible-

Alexei is drowning and he’s having a hard time staying afloat by himself. With a disappearing mother, unsympathetic social workers and hungry police not far off his trail, he is running out of ways to keep going. He’s desperate to find a foothold that will propel him into a secure future

MLM, angst with happy ending

Finally, my favorite author on Wattpad, I waited for last to introduce all their books (that I’ve read) into one

The Treehouse

The Lost Angel

Art For Art’s Sake

Oakleaf Academy For Boys

The Dutch Boy

By Pixie022

Go to their page for summaries

Honorable mentions: Knight by hipstateasee, All Is Found by findinglove9499, The Sound of Ice by MAndALaptop, Y.O.L.O by letsgohomehidee, Nathaniel Jean’s Senior Year by stayonbrand, Getting Wilder by booklored

And my current read that I love so far:

The Stars That Night by SkeneKidz

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There’s an overwhelming amount of MLM, and not enough WLM on this list, but thats because I’ve lost track of alot of the sapphic books on Wattpad that I read in the beginning before knowing that you can make reading lists (lmao im stupid ok) im definitely gonna update with more WLW stuff when i find it

Please trust my taste, I have high standards when it comes to Wattpad

[jerleyskizzler173]

jesse and ronan are so good luck babe coded

[unstably-stable]

honestly same

finn: how would you like to live forever? ronan: i'd hate it. shut the fuck up.

[coryisawrighter]

Some gay scientists for you<3

Warnings

Mentions of unethical experimentation and maybe the before of an unethical one, but it turns out alright so don’t worry. No you don’t get to see the end results. Gay people.

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Prologue

A spark in a jar, it came from this metal piece producing electricity. Magic was being carefully folded beside the jar. “Are you sure we should be doing this? Bringing random things to life, especially things like electricity, sounds extremely dangerous.” A person in a lab coat talked.

“Oh please Alvis, you worry too much.” Alvis looked back up to the man, a serious and worried demeanor.

“Please hun, Call me Dr.St.James when we're working.” The man raised his hands and shrugged.

“It's not very common you get an invitation to continue a long dead project, nearly decades ago it was stopped.”

“Because of its questionable ethics. They created an entire species that went under their own radar, and now that one has popped up with power in the world, they want to continue the research, I’m just not so sure about this.” The doctor expressed his worries. The man leaned in on Dr.St.James.

“Yes but their goat-human project was a success!”

“They fed humans a magical type of radiation and had them procreate.” He went silent after St.James said that, but quickly found a bright side.

“Well this time it’s us, and we're making electricity breathe! Our own kid, made of electrons and protons. Our. Own. Kid. That we made!”

“Dr.Conroy, sometimes I wonder how I managed to find such bright eyes.” Dr.St.James chuckled, addressing his husband with soft eyes.

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I’d like to know where I can post original works like this that aren’t Wattpad, also if AO3 is strictly a fan fiction website and if I can post this and future chapters of this on there.

[platinumrosetail]

The vote is now closed!!

So I’m wanting to make a lego monkie kid story but idk which idea to use and i was hoping y’all could possibly help me out.

The story will be on my Wattpad and on here.

The ideas are mostly going to be crossovers though so fair warning.

And idk who should be in the love interest, all i know is that sun wukong, macaque and the mayor is going to be in it with the added bonus of the mayor being a yandere for the reader.

The reader will be female, unless I change my mind or something (little more at the bottom of the post.) and the love interest will be male unless some of the stories, if not all be platonic.

Oh! And I’ll be adding more ideas in whenever I think of some more

The ideas are:

X pokemon trainer!reader (this will probably be different than the crossover i made a little while ago.)

X zoroark!reader

X arceus!reader

X genshin god!reader

X mha!reader

X technoblade!reader (i don’t watch dsmp but i like the fan art of technoblade and his character design so I’ll be referencing the reader after him; sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😅, also Rest In Peace technoblade, you’ll never be forgotten.)(also before i forget you’ll be the daughter of pigsy and tang.)

X jjk!reader

X ata!reader (the reader will at least be a bender or the avatar.)

X modern!reader

X mascot!reader (This is were your basically my mascot platinum.)

X mascot fusion!reader (like the last one this is a fusion of my mascot and my friend mascot fused together. Me and her mascot’s are twins and basically represent sun and moon with our backstory. If that makes any sense.)

X Steven universe!reader (this is a weird one and you’ll be a gem or half-gem at least.)

X dbz!reader (the reader will be the daughter of beerus. I need to watch this first, i havn’t in a very long while.)

X mk’s mother!reader (it be fun to be a milf don’t y’all think?)

X shadowpeach child!reader (AU were wukong and macaque aren’t brothers, i would like to work on my angst and if this one is chosen then i can.)

X Naruto!reader (this could probably go a good few different ways in the story approach tbh.)

That’s all i have right now and i wouldn’t mind having y’all share any of your ideas if y’all would want to share it

Also some of these may have a gender change. I might make gender neutral scenarios for this that doesn’t have to be apart of the actually story so others can read it . But on Wattpad I’ll be doing either female or male but on here I’ll do gender neutral sometimes, if this all makes sense.

I’m hoping with the scenarios that i can include everyone so hopefully i do at least alright with it.

Oh! Let me add one more idea

X mlp!reader (i just thought this would be weird and funny 😅😂)

Anyway hope y’all like my idea and like I said before if you yourself have a idea please don’t be shy to share it with me. 😁

Also sorry if all of this is so confusing for y’all, it’s kinda hard for me to explain things 😅 if you have any questions i would be happy to answer them!!😁

Anyway bye and have a nice day/evening/night!!!

(Edited: voting number for each idea:

Mk’s mother!reader: 3

Technoblade!reader: 3

Shadowpeach kid!reader: 1

Zoroark!reader: 1 1/2

Pokémon trainer!reader: 1 1/2

Arceus!reader: 1/2

(Someone said Pokémon!reader but sadly didn’t specify which Pokémon!reader and so I’m going to do a half for each until they notify me about it😅)

I’ll keep updating this as the votes come in. Thank you for commenting I really appreciate it and it helps a lot when I do something like this. Also if your suggestions don’t get picked don’t worry I’ll be creating scenarios on here for the others that didn’t get picked plus the one that did. (Hopefully that makes sense.)

The vote deadline will be when one of the idea reached 10, if two or more has 10 or more votes then there will be a tie breaker, if there is a tie breaker between 2 vote it will either have a tie breaker or be combined into a one story, it all depends

(Edited: also i I wished I could make a journey to the west x reader book but I sadly don’t have the book….. yet. The only way I can possibly actually make a story about it is if I go off by this: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDb22nlVXGgdg_NR_-GtTrMnbMVmtSSXa so I may or may not make a reader story in the near or far future. Just wanted to give you a heads up for this possibility.)

[animetrash53]

Enjoy Yourself

@solangeloweek

Day 2 of Solangelo Week

Prompt: Black Tie Event

Words: 1565

Read on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1238043318-solangelo-oneshots-enjoy-yourself

“Will hurry up!” Kayla yells at him from downstairs. Will sighs, pushing his hair out of his face for the millionth time. Once again, their father is going to a rich people charity party; except this time he’s making them come because it’s a “familial event” and they can “meet kids their age” while there. Will has no interest in meeting rich kid snobs who are going to grow up and take over their dad’s multi-million dollar corporations. Checking the mirror one more time, he walks out his bedroom door, sliding his hands into his pockets. Kayla rolls her eyes at his nonchalant energy as he strolls up to her. Walking out the door, they join their dad and brother in the car, which of course is being driven by a personal chauffeur. Kayla gets in first, leaving Will sitting across from their father, Apollo. 

They look almost identical, Will’s hair is a dirtier blonde; their eyes aren’t quite the same shade of blue, Will’s covered in freckles. He stares out the window as Apollo talks to Austin and Kayla. Unlike Will, they’ve never been to these rich people's parties. Will remembers being drug along as a kid with Michael and Lee, who are now living on their respective universities campuses. Apollo looks at him, from the corner of his eye. “Will, you’ll enjoy this one I promise.” He hums. Glancing over at his father, who seems adamant that Will at least pretends to enjoy himself. He sighs, nodding. 

They arrive, fashionably late of course. Will walks in with Kayla holding onto his arm, as he’s the oldest, as they were told. He smiles, and nods politely as a greeting. Eventually Kayla detaches and wanders off, he loses sight of Austin in the crowd and eventually settles on being a wall hugger. Zoning out as he stares out at bodies covered in jewels and silks put meticulously together by private designers. His friend, Lou Ellen, spots him by the wall and worms her way over to him. “Hey!” A smile brightens her face. Black lipstick, worn only on special occasions, makes her teeth look bleached white. Will matches her joy and greeting. 

“How are you?” She asks, handing him a glass of champagne that no one noticed her steal. He accepts it, taking a small sip. 

“Good,” he mutters. “How are you?” 

“Good,” she replies. “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she bats at his arm playfully. 

“I’ve managed to worm my way out of most parties,” He replies, smiling. She nods, understanding. They engage in a friendly catch-up before the conversation dwindles and Will zones out again. Lou Ellen nudges him, catching his attention. They begin picking out different people from the crowd, discussing what they’re wearing, what they do to make the money they have, their kids, etcetera. 

Will’s eyes land on a boy leaned against the opposite wall, the conversation stops. He’s talking to a girl with golden irises wearing a royal purple dress. His obsidian eyes watch her as she speaks, his hair falls delicately around his face, making his fair skin look spectral. “Who’s that?” Will asks. Lou Ellen follows his gaze, smirking when she sees who her friend’s eyes landed on. 

“Cute, isn’t he?” She teases. 

“Yeah,” Will breathes. Blushing a bit, he takes another sip off his champagne. 

She laughs. “His name’s Nico, Hades is his dad. The girl next to him is his sister.” 

“I’ve never seen him before.” Will mumbles against his glass. 

“He’s Italian, I think he spends most of his time in Italy. Pretty sure he does some school there.” The blonde nods, eyes still trained on the boy. “Go talk to him.” She encourages. “He’s not seen much, you may not get another chance.” Will looks down at her. 

“Alright,” he sighs. She cheers. The girl who was standing beside Nico has left as Will awkwardly approaches. “H-hi,” he kicks himself for stuttering and already flustered. The slender boy turns to him, baffled. 

“Hello,” he replies. His face is void of expression except for the slight pout of his lips. Will awkwardly offers him a champagne glass. He accepts it, then looks back up at Will. 

“I’m Will,” he states. Trying to calm himself down but carry on conversation. 

“I’m Nico,” Nico replies. Will can’t tell if he’s annoyed or perplexed and trying to make sense of the situation. He has to stop himself from saying ‘I know’ to that; it would come off as creepy and rude which is not what Will wants. 

“I-I just saw you and realized I haven’t seen you before and wanted to meet you,” Nico sips the champagne, blinking a few times. Will flushes. The pale boy ponders this, pausing before replying. 

“That’s nice of you, I’m usually not at events like this.” Will’s lips twitch into a smile for a split second. 

“Me either, usually I can worm my way out of it.” Nico smiles like he understands. 

“My father brought me here, said ‘I would enjoy this one’.” Nico shrugs like he doesn’t believe it. Will laughs. 

“That’s exactly what my father said.” Nico smiles, then flushes. 

“Um, I’m enjoying talking to you but do you mind if we go outside? I’m finding it kind of suffocating here.” Will nods and follows behind the smaller boy as he stalks to the door. Glancing over his shoulder, he sees Lou Ellen making gestures of cheer as she watches them leave. He bites his tongue to keep from laughing. 

Outside they drink champagne, make small talk and occasionally giggle at something the other says. Will gazes at Nico, who’s skin practically glows under the moonlight. Their glasses are emptied and they’ve come to a silence. Nico notices him staring and stares back. “You’re really pretty,” Will tells him in a hushed tone. Nico’s face takes on a pink tone. 

“No one’s said that to me before,” Nico mutters; unsure how to take the compliment. 

“They should’ve,” Will replies. The champagne has taken an edge off of his nerves, making his thoughts flow out easier. Nico’s blush deepens, he turns his face away. Will battles the urge to tuck a strand of hair away from his face; not wanting to touch him without knowing his boundaries. 

“Penso che tu sia il ragazzo più carino che abbia mai visto.” (I am once again apologizing to anyone who understands Italian, I do not and have to use Google Translate.) Will smiles. 

“I don’t know what that means,” he laughs. Nico giggles. “Say it again,” Will’s eyes are half-lidded and his voice is low. 

“Penso che tu sia il ragazzo più carino che abbia mai visto.” Nico whispers to him. Will sounds the words out in his head, trying to remember them to determine their meaning later. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asks. Nico smiles coyly, instead of answering, he stands on his toes, leaning closer to Will, who has frozen. His breath grazes his cheek as his lips press a feather soft kiss right beside his lips on his cheek. Will exhales like he’d been suffocating himself as Nico leans back down. Will stares off over his head, the feeling of the kiss sending electricity through his skin. Nico gazes up at him, expectantly. Will smiles. He opens his mouth to speak as the girl Nico was with earlier, his sister, Will reminds himself, approaches. 

“Nico we gotta go, Dad wants us back early so you can sleep off today before we fly out tomorrow.” Nico nods. She turns to Will. “Hello,” she states, polite. 

“Um, Hazel, this is Will. Will, this is my sister Hazel.” They exchange ‘nice to meet you’s and Nico asks her to wait for him inside. She obliges, giving Will one last curious look before leaving. 

“Where are you going?” Will asks, sounding forlorn. 

“LA,” Nico replies. “My dad’s main residence is there.” Will nods. 

“I wanna see you again,” he ventures. “Can I get something to contact you with?” Nico smiles, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He hands it to Will, filling out the contact information. Will grins, handing it back to Nico. 

“Solace?” He asks. Will nods. 

“My mom’s name.” 

“I like it.” Will flushes. Nico turns to leave. “Bye Will,” their eyes lock as he walks off. This is also when Will realizes that Nico’s wearing classic black and white Chuck Taylor Converse. He chuckles to himself, the endearment of Nico growing on him even more. He walks back inside to Kayla lurking inside the doorframe. 

“Who is he?” She demands, making their encounter sound scandalous. 

“His name’s Nico,” Will replies. 

“He’s cute, a little creepy,” Will ignores this. “Gotta nice-” 

“Stop.” Will interrupts not wanting to hear the next part. She laughs. 

“Anyway, we gotta go. Dad’s bored because he’s run out of gossip.” Will laughs; it’s typical behavior of their father. 

Back in the car, Will is once again sitting across from his dad. “Did you enjoy yourself Will?” He asks, pleasantly surprised to hear his son’s answer. 

“Yeah, I did this time actually.”

[punkpandapatrixk]

Boba and cookies—I just wanna be an artist and of service!

I don't tend to be exceedingly social on this platform, but that’s because I believe in not wasting people’s time. What I mean is, I don’t think anyone really cares what I’m personally going through, so I don’t feel the need to explain myself either. I’m here to just be an artist, in a manner of speaking; and my creations, all I care about is that they’re of service to the people who see them.

I guess that’s an oversimplified summary, but that’s good enough for me.

Truth be told, I have absolutely no desire for friendships or whatever. I don’t have friends IRL either. I’ve killed all old friends—no, I’m kidding—I’ve killed my feelings for every single one of those false friends. Subsequently, detached myself from all of their fakery, fuckery, and backstabbing drama shit. And now, I have absolutely no desire for friendships or whatever.

I guess I’m scared. But although Life isn’t perfect and we’re such flawed beings, this is the only way I know to protect myself.

‘Call me antisocial or whatever just don’t call me.’ I saw a post like that somewhere in the wilderness of Tumblr some time ago hahah Hmm… I don’t know if I’m really an antisocial… but I know I’m not entirely cold-hearted at least.

A few months ago, one client (from tarot counselling) messaged me out of the blue asking: ‘Do you like cookies?’ I told her I LOVE cookies and asked why. She then said she wanted to send cookies to my address and I asked what the occasion was. To that she replied: ‘Nothing. I just want to send you cookies! :)’

I guess she must’ve been just really happy with the reading, but that gesture felt like a really huge blessing nevertheless. And I was overwhelmed with gratitude; and it may sound like an exaggeration. But I’ve really gone through a lot of shit—simple things like that make me feel super appreciative.

To be appreciated like that sometimes makes me want to cry.

When I had just started this blog, every, single, time there came a new pledge on Patreon, it would overwhelm my heart so much I would literally panic for a few good minutes😳‘Omaiga omaiga omaiga, this is SO gonna make me cry!! Omaiga!!!’ I wasn’t so used to feeling appreciated to this degree…

In short, to everybody who’s ever pledged a patronage—including the one-times and a-couple-of-months—thanks for all the boba and cookies you’ve digitally bought me🤣🧋⭐️I mean, $6.66 (I get $5.62 after platform fees) should for certain get me a boba and a couple of cookies!😉Your patronage has made my so-called career transition that much easier! Oh, sugar!🍨

These past three weeks, I’ve been able to start my day working on Tumblr and Wattpad stuff—this is my prioritising them over my boring regular job. Though it may seem like a painfully slow transition, it’s a process I delight in, alright🍬Thank you, thank you, thank U❤︎

The holy quadrinity~😄

Just between you and me, I feel rather conflicted about the whole Patron shout-out thingy. I mean, we aren’t on YouTube… And I just feel that we Tumblrinas and Tumblrinos tend to be very private peeps~😅With that said, here’s some pink stuff for anyone who’s read this far😛🌸🌷🎀😜