#we'll see how it looks in the morning when my eyes are not continuously sliding shut on me FHFJKDL

[dandyshucks]

what's he looking at? (𐐫ㆍ𐐃)

[happilyhertale]

Do not sleep - Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Summary: An evening with your husband can be exhausting – but Daemon has no interest in letting you sleep.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Sex (p in v)

Author’s note:

I'm sorry it took so long for this story to come! But now, on the occasion of my 2k follower anniversary, a little Daemon Smut for you!

The story can be read as a stand-alone story or as a sequel to "Shared Future" English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.4 k

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Your eyes slowly close, but the smile doesn't leave your lips. The blanket envelops your bare skin, which is covered in a light sweat. Daemon's deep laugh echoes lightly through the room, a reaction to you calling him silly.

He presses his face gently into the crook of your neck, wrapping both arms around you from behind. He holds you so tightly that for a brief moment you fear you will never be able to move again. The warmth of your body flowing through Daemon's slowly makes him close his eyes too. His head is swimming, but he struggles to stay awake. It's just too good to be in your arms, he doesn't want to lose it.

"Don't fall asleep," he whispers suddenly, "I can't let you go yet.... Don't let you drift off to sleep yet"

You smile as his voice rings out, your eyes flutter open for a brief moment, but you lose the battle.

"Why...?" you finally whisper. Daemon gently brushes his nose along your neck, "Because I enjoy holding you like this.... I don't want to stop," he whispers softly.

But you only answer him with a sleepy moan.

"Please... just ten more minutes... Then I'll let you sleep," he whispers, even he knows how ridiculous this request is, but he can't help himself.

You laugh softly now, but you give in, "Okay... ten more minutes," you say softly and turn around in his arms, your purple Targaryen eyes meeting.

"But you'll be the one who's grumpy in the morning if you didn't get enough sleep," you say softly.

Daemon smiles gently, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel his chest rise and fall as his breathing slows and he just smiles at you. His fingers glide gently down your neck, leaving a tingling trail on your soft skin. His caresses continue on your shoulder as he begins to hum. Your smile widens as his deep voice rings out.

"A song of ice and fire..." he whispers. "And blood..."

He continues, looking deep into your eyes.

"I think my father made the right decision when he announced that I had to marry you," you whisper, biting your lip lightly.

"We're going to have a wonderful Targaryen family..." you whisper, running your hands over his firm chest – you feel the scars, achievements of dragon fire and battles.

Daemon leans forward, cupping your lips with his. His hands reach for your hips and he begins to caress your body. Almost gently, his fingers wander over your curves, gripping your soft flesh.

As Daemon processes your words, his lips curl into a smile.

"And an incredible marriage..." he whispers, letting his fingers slide on, "We are the definition of Targaryen. We would make Aegon and his sisters proud"

Your lips almost touch as you bite your lip lightly. Then you lean up and Daemon growls, disappointed at first. But then you swing your leg over his hip and you sit astride him, your hands sliding naturally onto his chest as your hips move slightly.

"Do you really think Aegon the Conqueror would be proud?" you ask seductively and Daemon growls slightly again, but this time not out of disappointment.

"That I married my uncle? That we'll have pure Targaryen children..." you say softly. His hands slide along your thighs to your hips, gripping you as his grin widens.

"I think he'd be proud to know that our house is as close to the gods as humans can get," he says playfully, no longer as serious as he usually is, but you manage to rouse his playful nature. You can see him staring at your body in the light of the candles, your curves and the way your body moves.

"Do you think the gods would approve of what we're doing?" he asks in a teasing tone. There's a certain innocence in the way he wants to hear your answer, but that doesn't make it any less attractive.

You start to move your hips a little more, eliciting another growl from Daemon. "I don't care what the gods think.... I love you..." you finally say softly, "And I love the fact that we're going to have pure Targaryen children..." you say seductively.

"That your seed makes me swell with your baby..." you say softly, watching Daemon's grin widen.

He slowly loses control of himself as you sit astride him and your hips move slightly. His fingers glide over your soft skin, leaving a fiery trail behind them as they slide to your bum and grab you. The fact that your skin is not covered by any clothes only excites him more. Your words intensify this arousal. The pride in his Targaryen heritage, the love and respect he feels for you, and how both together arouse him. He stares at your body and whispers softly as you move your hips.

"Does it make you proud? To have the blood of Aegon the Conqueror in you?" His voice is hoarse and a little rougher due to fatigue. There is passion and lust in his tone.

You listen to these words, loving the deep vibration of his voice as you reach for his hand and slowly guide it from your bum to your womanhood. You press his fingertips against your sensitive pearl, pushing your hips forwards slightly and making a rumbling sound in his chest.

"Yes..." you finally breathe, "Does it turn you on to have your niece as your wife...?" you ask softly, your voice a little breathless.

"It does," he whispers without hesitation, his voice a little rougher than usual. His hand trembles slightly, but he keeps it firmly where it belongs.

He stares at you as he presses his fingers onto your bundle of nerves. With your mouth slightly open, you sit on him and savour the feeling. He moans slightly as his fingers leave circular motions. His lust has taken control of his usual calm. There's something about this moment that feels more real than most.

You close your eyes and moan slightly as your hips continue to move.

The movement of his fingers is deliberate, but he takes his time. This is different from your previous lovemaking. He wants to see you squirm, he wants to see you moan. He wants to watch you while your body feels this pleasure.

There is nothing else on his mind but your body at this moment.

His fingers move faster, he feels the slickness of your arousal, smearing the wetness along your folds. Your fingers dig into his chest as you lean forward slightly, and another grunt escapes Daemon. His arousal can no longer be denied, his hardness presses against you and he begins to move his hips. Slowly he pushes it through your folds, making you shudder and whimper slightly. He watches you closely, but then he bites his lip and his free hand moves to your hip and his fingers explore your body, caressing your skin and playing with your flesh.

His hand glides down your body, over your soft skin, until he reaches for your breast and you gasp. His thumb teases your nipple while his other hand doesn't stop moving.

"Gods..." you whimper.

His cock continues to slide through your folds, back and forth, as his growl gets louder.

"Say it..." he suddenly whispers breathlessly, "Say you want to keep enjoying this. Say you want me to keep doing this until you can't take it anymore..."

His touch is gentle but firm – you can feel the heat of his fingers.

"Make me... make me squirm... make me come..." you whimper softly as your hips move almost desperately against his fingers.

Daemon grins slightly as he hears your words, noticing how your hips push against his fingers. He grunts slightly, his other hand finding its way to your hip, holding you tight.

"I'm your eager niece..." you suddenly whisper as you moan out.

His grin widens at the sound of your words. His hardness slides through your folds with each of his movements, soaked with your wetness.

"You will be the mother of my children and they will have your beauty and my strength," he whispers softly. He notices your thighs begin to tremble and he grunts again.

"Say my name," he whispers suddenly, "Say my name while I give you pleasure"

But you only moan as your fingers dig deeper into his chest. The movements of his fingers bring you to climax. Your head falls back as you moan loudly. Daemon feels the spasms of your cunt on his fingertips and he grunts loudly.

"Daemon... Daemon..." you whimper as his fingers continue to move.

Daemon smiles, his breathing heavy – he knows what you like.

"Good girl," he whispers as his fingers move slower. His other hand releases your hip and leaves caresses on your body, "But did I say you could come?" he whispers teasingly.

You're breathing heavily, still sitting astride him. His fingers are still embracing your womanhood.

"Forgive me..." you say with a gasp and a slight blush adorns his cheeks.

"You don't have to ask for forgiveness..." he whispers, but the smug smile doesn't leave his lips. His fingers begin to move again, and he pays attention to every little movement you make. The way your body twitches slightly as his fingers caress your sensitive pearl – his own arousal not gone in the slightest.

But his other hand is still on your hip, holding you tight. "It's not like you have much control over your body right now..." His voice is soft again, but you can hear the teasing.

You whimper slightly as his fingers move faster.

"Don't..." you whimper, trying to escape his grip.

"I'm sensitive... Daemon" you whimper, leaning on his chest and trying to lift your hips to move your womanhood away from his fingers.

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" *he whispers in his deep voice, "I love seeing your face when your body betrays you."

He watches closely how you react, every feature of your face, how your lips are slightly parted. The almost desperate, yet aroused, look in your eyes. Your face is so beautiful as you feel this way, and he can see that you're so close again and he's in control. 

"Good girl," he grunts as he notices your hips starting to move again.

Your eyes roll into the back of my head and you moan as you suddenly come again and soak his fingers. Your moaning and whining echoes in your chambers, accompanied by his grunting.

"Good girl..." he repeats his words and he grins.

Your body is his, and he's enjoying it. But he's still not done with you.

"We're not done yet..." He whispers softly as his fingers slow down. His voice is hoarse; there's so much lust in it.

"I'm not done with you yet," he whispers softly.

Without hesitation, he grabs your hips and lifts you up a little. He positions you just right, guiding the tip of his throbbing member to your drenched entrance. The feeling of your wetness on his cock sends a wave of pleasure through him, making his desire burn even hotter.

You moan as the tip of his cock presses against your entrance. He growls in response to your moans and his dominant nature takes over. The urge to claim you, his wife. The urge to feel your tightness consumes him completely. Without hesitation, he thrusts, slowly filling you inch by inch.

Your wetness surrounds him, your tightness grips his cock and he can't help but let out a deep, guttural growl. The feeling is overwhelming, the passion almost unbearable. He relishes the feeling of being buried deep inside you.

"You're so fucking tight... so wet..." he grunts as his hands rest on your hips, guiding you faster.

You slam yourself onto his cock over and over again. Daemon's eyes burn with desire as he watches him disappear into your tight cunt over and over again, as you ride him, soaking his cock.

"It hurts..." you whimper, but it turns him on even more and you can't stop as his cock teases your walls to the extreme.

"You like it when I take you like this, don't you?" he grunts.

"When I fill your pretty little cunt.... Feel every inch of me... take it," he grunts

You can only whimper and your cunt clenches around his cock again.

"Oh yes... I can feel you tightening... you love the way I fuck this cunt," he grunts.

His fingers dig into your hips as he matches your pace. Thrusting deep to meet your eager movements. The chambers are filled with the sounds of your lovemaking and your bodies slapping together.

His cock teases the rough spot deep inside you and you moan. Again and again he thrusts deep, making you squirm and whimper. The familiar pressure in your lower abdomen builds up again and your body trembles slightly. You bite your lip, your eyes closed.

"Daemon..." you can only whimper and then your walls clenches hard around his cock, milking it.

"Yes... Take my seed and let the baby grow," he hisses as he grunts loudly. His fingers dig deep into your soft flesh as he feels a twitch go through his balls and into his cock. You're still bouncing on his cock, your eyes closed, your mouth wide open as you moan, your cunt still clenching around his hard manhood. And that's enough for Daemon – he watches you, sees your breasts bouncing, he just grunts loudly, thrusts deep inside you once more and cums deep inside you.

He grunts and groans and closes his eyes. You're still moving your hips as the grip of his fingers loosens slightly. You breathe heavily and look at him while his eyes are closed and his heartbeat makes his whole chest tremble. For a moment it seems as if he's asleep – he just looks content. This brings a small smile to your lips and you lean down, your breathing still intermittent, but you can't resist. You kiss him gently. His lips curl into a smile as your lips meet. His eyes are still closed, his breathing is heavy, but his arms are now around you, holding you close.

"Now you may sleep...," he mumbles breathlessly and you respond with a giggle as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

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[shotmrmiller]

Ghost knew that declining any type of work in this industry wasn't ideal. He can do as he likes because Ghost is a name everyone knows, a porn actor no one forgets.

Unlike you, the newcomer. Still so green behind the ears.

So, with a downturn of your alluring lips, you inform him that the meeting to go over the upcoming threesome with Price would have to wait.

"My manager sent me an email this morning, very last minute, about a video I'm gonna shoot with Gaz."

The fingers that were tugging your hair still. "Oh yeah? Know wha' kinda scene your doin'?"

You softly hum. "He's to be my handyman neighbor. Gotta bat my eyes at him as I ask if he can come fix my kitchen sink."

Kyle's a decent bloke, a looker for sure.

He's an up-and-coming entertainer. The pretty boy next door, the brother's best friend type.

Face as if sculpted from marble, a smile to die for.

Beautiful, really. Not particularly Ghost's type though, he likes a little more meat on his bottoms. Not that what he thinks matters, of course.

"Tha's alrigh', love. We'll postpone it to after then, yeah?"

Ghost quietly sits behind Price with his arms crossed, never taking his sharp eyes off the small screen. Even though Kyle is there too, all he can see is you. Your rosy tongue tantalizingly licks your bottom lip as you give Kyle a once-over.

Smart fingers undoing the button on his trousers, hooking into the waistband, carefully pulling them down until they puddle at his ankles.

The way you gaze up at him through your lashes, with his cock in your pert mouth, taking him in until the tip of your nose grazes his trimmed pubic hair.

How your neck cranes back so beautifully, eyes fluttering closed as Kyle slides his expert tongue through your slick folds. Your soft thighs trembling as you buck into his mouth, the heels of your feet digging into his back. Ghost's ears catch the sound of your breath hitching, while his eyes feast on the delectable sight of your back arching off the kitchen counter as you reach your peak.

His fingers sink into his thick bicep when Kyle doesn't relent after; continues to lap away at your sodden cunt, pressing tiny kisses on your sensitive clit. Ghost's spine straightens instantly when he hears your pained whimper.

It's too much, Kyle needs to back off before he forcibly gets him off of you—

It takes less than a minute for you to reach another peak, squealing as you come.

Your airy laugh dissolves the tension in his shoulders and leans back into his chair.

Good.

He drinks in the euphoric expression on your face when Kyle slowly sinks into your wet heat— your sweet moan forever music to his ears. Ghost watches you jolt back on the counter with every sharp snap of Kyle's slim hips. He hears the breath punched out of you with each thrust. He can see your white, creamy release around the base of Kyle's thick length, strings of slick connecting you two.

Your hands curl around Kyle's forearms, your shaky legs wrapping around his waist.

Ghost's eyes narrow when Kyle leans forward to whisper something into your ear, and you mewl loudly. Ghost clenches his jaw so tightly that he hears a pop.

Kyle's got stamina, Ghost'll give him that. He fucked you through three orgasms until he finally pulled out and spurted thick cum over your mons.

Price calls it a wrap, and the crew begins to take down the lights and such.

Ghost doesn't move from the chair he's in, knowing that you'll come to him, even on unsteady legs.

And walk over you do, slowly but surely. "Hi, Ghost." He pats his thigh invitingly, gesturing you to sit.

"Hey, love. You did so well," he praises. "Looked a dream."

As you glance down in embarrassment, his dark eyes lock onto Kyle's, who stands with a cold water bottle in hand across the room. "Flatterer."

He holds Kyle's gaze a couple more seconds before flicking them to you. "Only tellin' the truth, pet. Alrigh', let's get outta here. Ya hungry?"

He places an arm around your lower back, the other under your knees, and lifts you off his lap.

"Don't even try to pull tha' dietin' bullshit on me either," he chides.

He huffs in amusement when you sputter.

[dearestro]

Knight in Plaid Boxers

Summary: James will always be there to save you from danger...big or small.

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Wilson's Pov

I woke up upon hearing a scream.

"James, help!" Recognizing my wife's voice and the empty space next to me, I quickly got up, fearing the worse.

"Shit, shit! Where is it?" I whispered to myself as I searched through the closet looking for the baseball bat she had insisted on keeping 'just in case'. Finally finding it, I armed myself and ran out to the kitchen screaming. Not the smartest idea, but continuing to hear my wife's screams of fear I only had one thought: to scare the intruder. I reached the kitchen and swung blindly, still screaming and shouting only to be met with my wife's voice.

"What the hell are you doing?" I opened my eyes to see her standing on the counter, totally unharmed.

"I-I heard you screaming? I thought- I thought you were being hurt?" I asked as I tried to catch my breath, very confused with the situation. She looked at me like I was insane.

"Yeah, because of the spider!" She pointed to the floor. My eyes followed her finger to see the remains of a mug and a spider crawling around. My hands fell to my side, and I dropped the bat in disbelief.

"What?" I looked at her incredulously.

"Babe, kill the freaking spider!" She continued to point before shrieking when it started towards her. I rubbed my hand over my face and sighed before carefully kneeling beside the broken glass and picking it up.

“It’s only a daddy long leg. You know, I don’t think they’re even classified as spiders.” I picked it up and laughed, seeing how small it was. I started to walk closer to her to show her, but she screamed and pushed her back against the cupboard.

“James Evan Wilson! So help me! If you come any closer I-I…I’ll withhold sex for a month!” I stopped and frowned at her threat before looking back at the ‘spider’ struggling in my fingers.

“Sorry buddy. You heard the lady. It’s either you or me, and well…I’m sure there’s plenty of lady spiders outside.” I opened the sliding glass door and threw him out before coming back to my wife’s aide. “Will you come down now? As much as I enjoy the view, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I approached her as she nodded. I was careful to avoid the broken shards of glass on the floor.

Once I got to her side, I picked her up bridal style.

“My beautiful damsel in distress.” I rolled my eyes and kissed her cheek, and she snuggled closer.

“My handsome knight in plaid boxers.” She laid her hand on my cheek and stroked her thumb on my under eye. I smiled at her. She’s a handful, but she’s mine.

“You know usually the hero gets a reward for saving the princess…” I smirked at her.

“And what…reward…do you have in mind?” Her eyebrow raised even though she clearly knew what I had in mind. I kissed her as I took her out of the kitchen before wiggling my eyebrows at her suggestively. She laughed. "What about the broken mug?" I shrugged.

"We'll deal with it tomorrow."

"What if Sara hurts herself?" We entered the bedroom.

"She's a cat, I'm sure she'll be fine." I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes, I could tell her worry was just a way of teasing me. I set her on her side of the bed before going over to my own. She smirked up at me.

"Alright, if you insist." She feigned disinterest. I smiled before jumping onto the bed and attacking her neck and face with my lips. We continued making out for a little as things got more heated until Sara jumped up onto the bed and tried to wiggle between us. Suddenly, she pulled back. I tried to capture her lips again, but she put her hand on my chest. "As much as I love you and enjoy this babe, I'm not doing 'it' in front of the cat." I frowned, looking at the cat, who was now curled up on the bed sleeping.

"I can kick her out." I said a little too desperately. She shook her head.

"It’s like two in the morning. You have to get up for work tomorrow, sweetheart." She said before leaning over and kissing me. "Goodnight. I love you." And with that, she laid down and went to bed. I groaned and glared at Sara.

"Damn cat." I mumbled before laying down and turning to my side. I was still...calming down when I felt an arm wrap around me. I smiled.

This was nice, too.

Author's Note: I'm working on the requests! This was just a small/easy idea I had in my notes that I thought I could publish as a filler.

Also, is this any good, or is it like weird? idk I'm always worried when I write in his pov and the entire thing is in it.

P.S.

When writing this, I imagined the mug to be one that House got them for their wedding that just has his face on it. I don't know. OH! And when he ran out with the bat, he was in his McGill sweatshirt and plaid boxers with white socks. Again, just the image I had when writing, lol.

[help-i-lost-my-sock]

Birthday present

Hey guys!

This is my first time writing a smut of any kind. Feel free to drop a comment!

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Summary: Buddha decides to give you a very personal gift on your birthday.

Tags & Warnings: Buddha x Reader, F/M, SMUT/ Lemon, NSFW, established relationship, birthday sex, PiV, fingering, oral (F receiving)

Word count: 2,900

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It's morning. The sunlight creeps around the blinds and into your bedroom. Laying in bed, with nothing but the sheets over your bare bodies, you slowly blink your eyes open, as reality starts to sink in.

This morning is just the way you wanted all your mornings to be - with your head on his chest, feeling it slowly rise and fall with his breathing, quietly listening to his heartbeat. 

Buddha seems to have noticed you woke up, as he wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer into his chest. You look up at him with a soft, still somewhat sleepy smile. He, too, is smiling down at you warmly. 

"Good morning, petal."

You groan, still half asleep, refusing to accept that it's time to wake up, and turn away from him, now laying on your left side. Buddha laughs at your reaction. You can feel his laughter vibrating through you as he wraps his arms around you, crossing over your chest, his chest presses against your back. His skin is so warm against yours... You instinctively place your hands on his forearms, feeling his firm muscles under your fingertips. Every inch of him is so toned and chiseled it beggars belief. 

Buddha nuzzles his face into your soft hair. 

"Happy birthday, sleepyhead," he purrs in your ear. 

'That's right! It's my birthday today!'  The thought brings a faint smile to your lips.

"Thank you, honey," you murmur softly. You feel so safe and comfortable in his embrace, you can't help but snuggle against him some more, until you feel his morning wood poking you from behind.

"Is that a birthday gift you got there, or are you just happy to see me?" 

Buddha chuckles at your sleepily mumbled question. "Can't it be both?" 

"I'm not sure that counts as a birthday gift, sweety," you reply with a smile, though still not opening your eyes. 

Buddha is not one to shy away from a challenge and you can feel his lips curling into a smirk. 

"We'll see about that." His whispered promise tickles your ear and sends a light shiver down your body. His soft lips start pressing kisses along your neck and down your shoulders, as his arms uncross, allowing the chilly morning air to graze your chest. The sudden change in temperature makes you whine, as your nipples start to harden. Buddha continues to pamper you with soft kisses. With his left arm holding your throat in the crook of his elbow, his right hand proceeds to travel down, massaging your side, and rubbing circles on your hip. 

‘I will never understand how his touch can be so soothing, yet so thrilling; so gentle, yet so firm; so loving, yet so domineering...’

You feel his teeth lightly biting into your shoulder, as his hand travels down to your thigh. Sleep is now a thing of the past - for how could it not be when he's kissing you and touching you like that? Yet, you decide not to give in so easily. It is your birthday afterall. What's so wrong with pushing him to do his best? 'And gods know just how amazingly delicious his best is...' 

You can still feel his smirk against your skin, his tongue warm and his lips soft as he licks and kisses your neck. His roaming hand slides between your thighs, gently massaging them, and sliding them open. His other hand now finds your breast, squeezing and fondling it. You can feel your desire stirring awake, coming alive within you with every touch of his.

His roaming hand traces its fingers up your thigh and along the crease of your leg, teasingly avoiding that special spot, and briefly travels further up, tracing its fingers over your belly. His left hand now rubs, and rolls, and pinches your nipple, as his right hand returns below, squeezing your thighs and caressing the crease of your leg. You instinctively allow your legs to fall open a bit further, silently inviting him to take the next step. 

Buddha chuckles against your skin, and bites into the sensitive skin of your shoulder. You can feel his fangs poking deeper. His hand ghosts ever so lightly over your sex. His mouth starts sucking on your neck, humming, as his left hand continues to tease your increasingly sensitive nipple. Meanwhile, his right hand continues to appear and vanish from your heat. 

Another soft chill now grazes your skin as you feel Buddha gently blow over the mark on your shoulder. 

Your body tenses, and your breath starts to hitch. You can feel him tracing his fingers ever so lightly over your slickness, teasing your folds and your clit in turns. 

You can feel the tension pooling between your legs, and have swallow back a moan.

"Come on, darling," he murmurs against your skin, his nimble fingers starting to rub lazy circles on your clit. Yet, you still refuse to give him that validation. 

His lips leave your neck as he pulls back a little, leaning over you, and fixates you with those gorgeous blue eyes. You feel like you’re about to drown in his gaze - like you simply forgot how to breathe. That intense look in his eyes is taunting you... the cheeky smirk on his lips... the honeyed tone of his voice... would be enough to drive most anyone mad... 

"I want to hear that pretty voice of yours cry out..." you feel him press his fingers to your bud, rubbing it fast and hard.

"...And scream my name."

It takes everything in you to try to keep quiet, yet small whimpers manage to slide past. The pressure and speed between your legs, his breath warm, his words so silky smooth in your ear... Your skin is growing hot, and you can feel your excitement slowly starting to drip down your thigh, as you feel his other hand give your breast a squeeze. All resistance is futile. A loud moan escapes your lips, and you call out his name. 'Damn it!'  He got what he wanted. 

Buddha stops his assault on your sensitive pearl and pulls you closer into him. "Was that so hard, my little blossom?", he asks, as he settles back behind you.

You only huff in response, to which he chuckles. 

"That's cheating," you state. 

Buddha briefly traces his fingers over your folds. "Hmm? Is it?"

"You know it i-" you swallow your words when you feel his finger pressing inside your core – the tip, then up to the first knuckle, and finally all the way in, slowly sliding past your warm, slick folds. It's curling upwards as it slowly slips in and out of your dripping warmth. 

Your breath hitches, and catches in your throat. 'How in blazes can this man have such a hold on me?'  Buddha resumes placing stray kisses here and there along your neck and shoulder. You can feel his erection - so thick, so warm, and so hard - tense against your ass, as his kisses get rougher... harsher... hungrier...

His left hand comes up to your mouth, his fingers tracing your soft lips, before his middle finger gently presses its way past your lips. You can't help but oblige - you allow his middle finger to slip into your mouth, and start sucking, and twirling your tongue around it. In return, he starts grinding himself against your ass, practically purring in your ear.

"Good girl." You whine a little at the smooth sound of his voice, his warm breath right in your ear. His praise makes you blush, and you start sucking on his finger even harder, secretly wishing it might have been... a certain larger something...

You feel him insert a second finger down under, sliding them in and out - slowly at first, then picking up the pace.

"My, my... You're so wet for me, petal." 

"Ngh- Shut up!" 

"You're practically dripping..."

"Oh - mhm - fuck you!"

"Oh, on the contrary, darlin', I think you'll find that I'm the one that'll be fucking you." 

It's quite hard to sound or appear threatening in any way, shape, or form, given your current situation. Buddha, on the other hand, starts scissoring his fingers inside you, and slips a second finger into your mouth, driving the point home. 

Soon enough, he props himself up on his elbow again, removing the fingers from your mouth and replacing them with his tongue in a passionate, downright sinful kiss. His mouth is hot against your own. The feeling of his tongue in your mouth is intoxicating. You feel yourself craving him more and more. His fingers continue to pump into you down below, occasionally leaving their post to tease your clit some more, as your soft whimpers and moans drown in his mouth. 

His long hair falls softly around you, briefly shielding you from the morning's prying light… Until you feel Buddha's lips leave your own and start trailing kisses down your jawline... down your neck... to your collar bones... down your chest... you gasp when you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth. He twirls his tongue around it, then starts lapping at it. You can't help but arch your back, pressing your heaving chest into his face. His mouth sucks on your nipple and releases it with a small pop. Buddha looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his canines showing at the corners of his mouth, and you can swear the devil's in those gorgeous blue eyes. 

He quickly returns his attention to your chest, teasing your other nipple with his tongue, then blowing on it, his lips curled in a satisfied smirk. The cold air sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and straight to your core, where his fingers are still working tirelessly, sliding and curling inside you, drenched in your arousal. You feel him playfully graze your nipple with his teeth. Small mewls and gasps escape you more and more often. By now you'd given up on trying to keep quiet. This man knows exactly what he's doing to you.

Buddha resumes his travel down your body, placing butterfly kisses down your belly. You throw a leg over his shoulder, allowing him to nestle between your thighs. Goosebumps grace your skin as anticipation builds, and fuck knows he's taking his sweet time getting where you need him to be - kissing along the crease of your leg… and down your thigh… a peck here, and a lick there... 

Finally, you feel his tongue flatten against your soppy cunt, giving it a few long licks before his mouth latches on to your clit, sucking it softly. Your breath quickens as moan after moan slips past your lips, spurring him on. You lace your fingers in his long hair, keeping him in place, as if afraid he's going to stop. And truth be told... this man is such a tease; you can never be too sure. 

He groans at the feeling of your hands tugging on his hair, pushing his face flush against your heat. His tongue teases your clit with short, quick, torturous flicks of his tongue.

Your face is flushed, and you’re panting heavily. Thin strands of hair stick to your face and neck as you lock eyes with him. With pleading eyes and furrowed brows, you silently beg him to go on. Yet, he stops all too soon, slowing down, and licking long strokes along your slit.

The sight of his handsome face between your thighs, with a slight tint on his cheeks and that mischievous look in his eyes, feels beyond obscene, and a blush creeps on to your cheeks. Buddha seems to notice, and he slips his tongue inside you. 

"Ah! Buddha! Ah, keep going!" your head rolls back down on the pillow, as he tongue-fucks you halfway to oblivion. Suddenly, you feel his tongue slip out of you, and be replaced by his fingers. His fingers pump and curl inside you, while his mouth licks and sucks on your clit. You can feel that familiar coil building up in you, as your breath quickens, and your moans grow louder. Buddha catches on, replacing his fingers with his tongue just in time for you to cum in his mouth, crying out his name. Buddha hums to himself, proud of this result, as his tongue laps your juices.

Your body tingles, and your head feels a little light, as you lay there flushed and panting. The bed shifts with his weight as he crawls on top of you, and lines himself up with your entrance. 

"You ready, petal?"

 

Still somewhat hazy from your orgasm, all you can respond with is a nod.

He rubs himself along your slit, then presses in just past your folds - just enough for the tip to slide in, and then he stills. You whine and wrap your arms around his back, trying to pull him closer. 

"Buddha, come on!" you whine, but to no avail. 

"Hm? You need something?" 

You pout and turn your head away with a slight blush. 'This cocky motherfucker! I am not saying it out loud!' 

Buddha chuckles at your reaction and starts dipping the tip in and out, teasing your entrance. You furrow your brow and try to maintain some degree of composure, despite the aching desire threatening to burn you alive. You wrap your legs around him, trying to pull his hips closer and push his length into your longing core. 

"Tss, tss, tss," he tuts with a shit-eating grin. "I can't read your mind, blossom. If you want something, you'll have to speak up!"

"For the love of god, Buddha! Just fuck me already!"

"Ooh, I see! Is this what you wanted, princess?" He taunts, as you feel him sheath his whole length inside you in one smooth move, making you gasp. He’s filling you so up well, your head is spinning slightly from the sudden intrusion, as a shiver runs down your spine.

 

He stands still, grinning proudly, and giving you a few moments to adjust. Slowly, you feel him start to move and build up to a steady pace, hitting all the right spots in you. His hands press into the mattress on each side of your head. Your huffs and mewls turn into lusty moans; your sassiness into unintelligible gibberish as he continues to shove himself inside your tight cunt, while fixating you with those mesmerizing eyes of his.

 

Somehow, you knew the moment you first met that this man would be your everything. For those eyes, those lips, that honey-sweet voice, that charming confidence, bordering on arrogance… For this man, in everything he was, and everything he embodied, you would do most anything.

 

You hear him huff and groan above you. His skin glistens with a thin veneer of sweat. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist, forcing him to lower himself onto you - your soft breasts now pressing against his hard chest, his hands gripping the sheets, as you dig your nails into his back. It's so damn hard to form a coherent thought as your mind gets hooked on the sound of your labored breath, and skin slapping against skin, the scent of your sex filling up the room...

"Harder! Please!" Is all you can manage to string together, as you lay there, trapped under his weight, begging and crying out for that sweet release. 

Your sweet sounds and desperate pleas stir him on, and you can hear a low growl near your ear as he starts slamming his hips into you faster, harder, and, somehow, deeper still than before. Your mind turns to mush as you keep chanting his name, loudly, enthusiastically... ahem - agreeing with him, so to speak. Your voice starts to break - a testament to his skill as a lover. Your breath grows erratic, your skin sweaty and flushed, and it's clear you're both nearing your end. You feel Buddha's fangs biting into your shoulder, as you dig your nails deeper into his back. 

Harder... Harder. Still harder! Your body tenses and you let out a downright degenerate cry as you come undone once more, beaneath him, your juices dripping down his shaft, and go limp in extasy under his watchful eye. A few more thrusts - hard and sloppy - and he, too, reaches his release... so deliciously deep inside you. 

Panting heavily, your foreheads come to touch, both of you panting and heaving, and for a moment, there is no more sass and cockiness between you - just gentle smiles and loving glances. All the world ceases to exist, and time seems to stand still, only for you. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 

Eventually, he slowly pulls out of you, and your mixed essence starts trickling down onto the sheets. Neither of you could care any less. 

Buddha lays down beside you, an arm under your head, as you snuggle back up to his chest. 

"So, princess. You still think this doesn't count as a birthday present?" 

You turn your head to look at him - that same confident grin on his handsome features, that same cocky attitude that's drawn you to him in the first place. 

"Hm. It's a start," you tease as you lay your head back on his chest. 

"A start, you say, huh?" 

The prospect brings a smile to your face, and you can feel it spread so wide, it threatens to split it in half. 'Sounds like it's gonna be a very... busy day.' 

[annaphoenix1994]

Touching Your Enemy

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Simon awoke the next morning to small, kitten-like kisses to his bare chest, her fingers making small trails along his torso as her leg was draped over his waist. Looking to his right, he was pleased to see her looking back at him, her hand making its way to swipe the stubble on his cheek. "Good morning, baby." She whispered. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to her flushed forehead, "Morning, love." 

"I didn't mean to wake you up." 

"I'd rather wake up every day like this than without you." 

She blushed, pressing her head against his chest, her thumb still swiping on his cheek. He looked towards the window, the sky clear and a sharp wind gasping the side of the house. They had fallen asleep on the opposite side of the bed - Kiera on his side and Simon on her side, the sound of a vibration catching his attention. 

He looked to the right, "You got another one in there?" He chuckled, teasing her. 

"No, it's my phone." She scoffed, realizing that someone was calling her. She moved to reach over him, her naked form hovering over him as she reached for her phone, seeing it was Frankie. "Yeah?" 

She relaxed on him, welcoming the warmth of his palms sliding over her bare back, the sensation providing relief from her healing injuries. "Hey, you wanna lend a hand pushing these cattle down from the far pasture?" He asked, his voice disturbing the silence of the house.

She sighed, not wanting to do any type of manual labor after the intense night of lovemaking, let alone the day after Christmas. "Weren't they supposed to be pushed down a week ago?" 

"Well, shit happened, K," Frankie scoffed. "You comin' to help or not?" 

"When do you need me?" 

"Couple hours. We're havin' breakfast right now." 

"Okay. I'll get up in a few and eat breakfast myself and I'll meet you down there." 

"Alright. Bring some extra help if you can. The more, the merrier." 

She scoffed, "Yeah, the more the merrier." 

"Merry fuckin' Christmas, cousin. See you soon." 

She sighed, rolling her eyes as she didn't want to leave the warmth of her bed as well as Simon's touch. "I don't like how he talks to you." Simon commented, his palms still rubbing against her back. 

"He doesn't mean anything by it. We yell at each other all the time." 

"Oh, I'm aware," Simon breathed a chuckle. "I just feel sorry for him when he crosses the line." 

"Why?" She giggled. "We've fought before." 

"It's not you I worry about - it's me. I'd knock his head off his shoulders." 

"Yeah, if I don't beat you to it." She whispered, moving to where she was straddling him, laying down on him to entice him to continue rubbing her back. 

"I doubt you would, love. My temper is unmatched when it comes to you." 

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his hands trailing up her back and back down. I can lay like this forever, he thought. Her fingers made their way to his hair, combing it back as she pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek before moving to his mouth. "What do you want for breakfast?" She whispered. 

"I'd like to finish what I had last night." He smirked, his hands gripping her buttocks. 

She hummed, "I was talking about food, not leftovers from last night." 

"Who said I didn't like leftovers?" 

Her eyes rolled playfully, "I'm going to go cook breakfast." 

"No, I will. You go get cleaned up. I'm sure I left a mess." 

Her breath hitched, knowing he was right, feeling moisture between her legs as well as the insides of her thighs. "That you did," She laughed, pressing a kiss to his neck before she moved off of him. "I want eggs and bacon if you're serious about cooking." 

"How do you want your eggs? Scrambled like I had your insides last night?" He smirked. 

"Yeah," She mused. "And I'll have my bacon like I had your dick - floppy." 

He chuckled at her remark, pulling her back down on top of him, "You weren't saying that last night when you were begging me to let you finish." 

"I'm a good actress." She giggled. 

"We'll see about that," He replied, grasping her thighs. "Didn't think an actress can do that with her body." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You're flushed - just like you were last night. Those eyes telling me to ruin you the way they were. I can look at you and just tell that you're soaked already." 

He watched her breathing hitch, feeling the heat between her legs through the comforter, his heartrate racing at the feeling of her palms on his chest and her throat tightening as she gulped. 

"Don't know what you're talking about." She blushed. 

"I do," He whispered, reaching for her hand and bringing her palm to his lips to place a delicate kiss there. "I love you, sweetheart." 

"I love you too." She smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips, keeping herself embraced in his arms for a few more moments before bracing against the temptation of getting up, knowing a long day was ahead. 

She was ready to conquer it as long as she was with him.

While he made breakfast, he continued to hear her fumble around in their bedroom after her quick shower. "Whore shower" as she called it - only washing her body and relying on dry shampoo to keep her hair fresh. He knew she spent extra time in there, smirking at the thought of her cleaning up between her legs better than how he cleaned her the night before. Better keep me in there, love, he thought to himself, a sense of possessiveness coming over him, wanting to do it again. 

"Your breakfast is done, love!" He shouted from the kitchen, putting her food on a plate before setting it on the table, knowing she'd want a can of Dr. Pepper instead of coffee. Hell, I might just take you up on that, too, he thought, getting himself a can as any soda was tempting since it had been so long since he had one - many of his preferred drinks being coffee, tea, and bourbon. 

She didn't hear his call. Instead, she stayed in the bathroom, spraying her hair with dry shampoo as she was desperate to rid the tangles from her blonde locks, jumping nearly out of her skin when Simon came to notify her of breakfast. 

He smirked in the mirror, seeing how she had dressed in her favorite Carhartt insulated bibs - a pink hoodie underneath with a pair of fleece-lined leather gloves hanging over the back pocket of the bibs. "You'll rip your hair out if you keep pulling at it like that."

"Your hair ain't but an inch and a half long," She scoffed. "Besides, you caused it like this." 

He shook his head, "Can't help I had your head digging back into the pillow. You're the one who wanted to seduce me fresh out of a shower, love." 

She glared at him through the mirror, a tug of a smirk on his lips as he reached for the comb on the sink, bringing her hair over her shoulders and grasping it at the middle, combing out the ends as he worked his way up. 

"You look like you've done this before." She frowned, thinking of how he would project so much attention to someone else before her. 

He saw it. 

"I used to comb my mother's hair when she was sick," He replied, extinguishing the thoughts he knew she had of him doing it to another woman. "My brother didn't want to help tend to her sometimes, so I did." 

"I'm sorry," She frowned, putting the pieces together that his mother had passed on, knowing the topic gnawed at him. "Why didn't your brother want to?" 

"He can't now," He huffed, the comb releasing the knots from her hair as he made his way to the crown of her skull, her brown roots blending with the blonde strands of her hair. "She liked when I plaited her hair for her." He continued, pulling her hair back to separate three strands before he began to cross them over each other to braid it. 

She smiled into the mirror, watching how his face settled in concentration as he got down to the end of her hair, holding her right arm up so he could remove the elastic band from her wrist before he could even ask. 

He pressed a kiss to the back of her head, glancing at her through the reflection, admiring how the light over the sink highlighted her blonde brows and hazel eyes, seeing the scar forming on her face from the explosion, knowing she saw it as a sore even though he saw it as another reason to love her even more. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her back against his chest, his form being twice the size of hers as he held her close. "Stop looking at yourself with disgust, love." 

"Can't help it." She replied, breaking eye contact with him through the mirror to look down at the sink. 

"You can. Just haven't felt like you were beautiful." 

"I never will." She frowned. 

"We'll see about that." He said, his cheek pressing against hers, leaning his head against hers to coax her back into his touch. 

♪You're like a real-life work of fine art, baby you're priceless.♪

The song by Cody Johnson caught his attention when he looked at her, remembering how he had made a playlist of his own on the phone she got him, the artist being on his recommended list as he remembered some of the songs from her playlist that he had liked.

Unbeknownst to him, she had been thinking of her favorite song, thinking that she had written the song for him every time she heard it. 

♪It's buried in my soul, like California gold. You found the light in me that I couldn't find.♪

His left arm snaked over her chest, grasping her opposite shoulder as his right arm kept her waist against his. Her hands reached up to clutch onto his forearm, looking down to look at the tattoos that decorated his skin, wondering what they meant - or even if they had a meaning at all. 

"Let's go eat." He whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to the thin skin along her hairline, knowing she had continued to look at herself with disgust instead of how he saw her. She nodded against his forearm, placing a kiss there before following him into the kitchen, a satisfying trail of steam still hovering over their plates. 

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Once Simon had relayed the message, as well as an invitation, to herd cattle down to the main pasture for the winter, Gaz was first to say he was coming, being genuinely interested in the way of life as it wasn't common where he was from. 

Price was hesitant at first, having not been around cattle before, but after Alejandro informed him that it was easy to learn, he was eager. "Where's Johnny?" Simon asked Price as Kiera made her way to the barn to help the wranglers get the horses ready. 

Price shrugged, "I don't know. He was here last night." 

Simon brushed it off, assuming that he was at the barn with Kiera, knowing that Johnny was always an early riser. "I'll meet you down there." He said to Price, Gaz by Simon's side as he slipped his beanie over his head and put on his coat. 

Once in the barn, the comforting smell of hay and livestock embraced his nose as his eyes scanned the area for Kiera, seeing her in a stall with her palomino, a hand on the gelding's neck as the other held a brush while he continued to grind his bottom jaw against his top, alfalfa hay peering from his lips. The horse's ears pricked forward at Simon's presence as he entered the stall, his hand resting on the gelding's nose as he greeted him. "What do you want me to do?" He asked her. 

"Stand there and look pretty," She giggled. "I've got it. He's the last one I have to saddle. The rest are ready." 

"Have you seen Johnny?" 

"No," She shook her head. "Thought he was up in the guesthouse? That's where you all went last night." 

"I haven't seen him since before I went to bed." Gaz added, the pair watching a suspicious smile spread on her lips.

"Better question: where's Teeter?" 

They shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, watching her exit the stall and shout for her cousin. "Frankie!" 

"What?" 

"You seen Teeter?" 

"Not since last night. Why?" 

"No reason."

"Do we need to go lookin'?" 

Kiera raised her brows, "Hell no, I'm not going lookin' for her. It's untelling what I'd find." 

Simon and Gaz chuckled, putting the pieces together.

"That's the truth," Gaz smirked. "Where could they be?" 

"If I had to guess, they probably went to that old cabin over the hill." 

"The one we saw yesterday? There's no heat in there-"

"Oh, I'm sure they found a way to keep warm." Kiera chuckled, grasping her saddle and returning to the stall to continue her task. 

A few minutes passed by as the group mentally prepared themselves for the rest of the day, Gaz showing more excitement than the rest, hoping he had the opportunity to practice his roping skills before he returned home. I don't ever want to leave, he thought, reaching down to pat his horse on the neck.

"Nice of you to join us, Hermano!" Alejandro smirked, mounting his horse and reaching down to lift Fernando up onto the saddle. 

"I overslept." Johnny grumbled; his cheeks flushed. 

They all knew. It was obvious. 

Teeter wasn't with him but came in from the opposite side of the barn, ready to say she was in the bunkhouse if anyone were to ask - the same flushed tone to her cheeks as she slipped on a beanie under her hat. 

"Oh, yeah, those...long nights seem to do that to you." Kiera mused, catching Johnny's attention as she confirmed her suspicion.

"Yeah, they do." He nodded. 

"Your horse is in the stall next to me." Kiera pointed, watching Johnny go to retrieve the horse with confidence, leading the gelding out of the barn and to the group of mounted wranglers, their ropes ready to use and their guns ready to fire if needed. 

"You look pale." Johnny mused to Teeter as she and Kiera exited the barn at the same time, a gleam in her eye from their night together. 

"Hey, you look like a fuckin' motherfuckin' chicken," She retorted, mocking the sound of the bird as he blushed, regarding his preferred hairstyle. "Ye weren't complainin' last night when I had that bird screamin'." She mumbled, Johnny being the only one to hear her. 

Kiera mounted her horse, shaking her head as she reached down to adjust her stirrup. "Guess he let her mount him like a bull elk, huh?" She said to Simon, the pair sharing a chuckle. 

"I guess so," Simon shrugged. "Guess we both got lucky last night, yeah?" 

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The group of twenty individuals trekked the mountain in search of cattle on their way to the designated pasture, a wandering heifer catching Johnny's attention. "That cow looks a little funny, no?" He pointed. 

Kiera and Frankie shared a look, their eyes landing on the heifer in question. 

Bloat. 

"Shit," Frankie grumbled, removing his rope from his saddle horn. "Let's rope her and get her down." 

Kiera nodded, making a loop in her rope as the pair took off after the heifer, Kiera's loop catching the cow by the neck as Frankie's loop caught her by the back legs. They stopped their horses, pulling back to knock the cow off balance, landing on her side as Gaz was the first to step down from his horse, ready to follow directions. "Gaz, reach in my saddlebag and get me that trocar." 

"I'm sorry, the what?" 

"It's red. Looks like a corkscrew." She said, tying off her horse and removing the rope from the heifer's neck, putting her knee down to replace the rope as she held the cow's front leg in a bent position, preventing her from getting up as Frankie kept tension on his rope. He nodded, rummaging through the saddlebag to find the tool she needed, wincing as she removed a pocketknife from the pocket of her bibs, slicing a small hole in the heifer's rumen. 

She reached for the trocar, "There should be some Wonder Dust in there, too. Can you get it?" 

He rushed back to get the bottle, bringing it to her as she twisted the trocar into the cow's hide, removing the plug to hear the air hissing from it like a busted gas line.

"W-What's happening?" Johnny asked, nudging his horse closer to see the action. 

"It's bloat." Frankie answered. 

"What's bloat?" 

Frankie shrugged, "She ate something she shouldn't." 

"I don't know what she could've bloated on. The grass is dry and there's snow on the ground covering it. It doesn't make any sense, Frankie. There's no alfalfa in this field and there's none in the hay we've fed." 

"Never seen one bloat in the winter." 

"Because they don't." Kiera said, her brow arching, growing suspicious.

"Um... Kiera?" Gaz said, his gaze towards the open field down the hill. 

She didn't respond but followed his gaze to see the sight before her. 

The entire herd was dead. 

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Winter Wolf - Chapter 1

Winter Wolf Master List

Warnings: Mentions of violence, use of Y/N

Length: 956

A/N: Hi! Here's Ch. 1 of Winter Wolf, I don't think I'll always put a/n on the chapters because I have most of them already written out. I am going to keep the same schedule that I use on AO3 and only update every 2 weeks!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You regret waking up this morning. Don't get it wrong, you love working with the Avengers. But you hate the constant bickering and fighting.

"You were supposed to go left!" Sam yells at Bucky.

"How was I supposed to know that!?"

"Because it is in every single action movie!"

"Boys!" You yell at them.

They look at you. "What!?"

"I'm going to let the yelling at me slide, but we are on a mission! Can the bickering wait until after the mission?" You give them a sharp look.

The boys roll their eyes but they continue to take out the oncoming Hydra operatives.

"It's clear on my end." You voice through the comms.

"I think Bucky could use some help." Sam chimes in.

You look over at Bucky when he suddenly gets knocked into an electrical panel. He tries to move his arm but it looks like it was fried.

"I can handle it, Sam!" Bucky yells.

You ignore Bucky and take out the Hydra worker. First a punch to the head, then you swept your leg under his. He falls to the ground and doesn't get back up.

You offer your hand to Bucky but he doesn't take it. "I told you I could take care of myself, Doll."

"I know, but it was fun." You smile at him while he gets up.

Something hits the back of your head and you fall forward. You roll over and see the same Hydra soldier standing above you with a metal pipe in his hand. He grabs your ankles and starts to drag you out of the building.

Before he could do anything else, Bucky tackles him. He punches him a few times before getting up to help you.

"Are you ok, Doll?"

"I told you I had him." You throw his words back at him.

"I know, but it was fun." He smirks at you. "Seriously, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" You touch the back of your head and flinch. "Ok, I may have a concussion or something, but I'm fine."

Bucky smiles at you before he leaves to make sure that the area is secure.

You and the rest of the Avengers finish the mission and head back to the compound in the Quinjet. Once you all get back to your rooms, shower, and get some fresh clothes, Tony calls you all in for a meeting.

"Good job tonight team."

"It would have gone better if Y/N didn't almost get kidnapped." Bucky looks at you.

You snort. "You're one to talk. Your arm short-circuited and I had to go save your ass."

Sam laughs. "She has a point, Buck."

Bucky looks at Sam. "Don't call me that."

"But Steve calls you that." Sam points at Steve who is sitting in the corner of the room.

"I've known him since we were kids." Bucky rolls his eyes at Sam before looking at you. "But all jokes aside, you did really well Y/N. You're even getting better at combat."

"Of course she is." Natasha gets up from her seat to stand next to you. She wraps her arm around your neck with a smile. "I'm training her."

"Alright. We still have some more missions to go on, but for now, we're done for the week." Tony says. You look at your phone and realize that it's Thursday. "We'll have a party tomorrow night and then you guys can take the weekend off. I'm having Friday get some last-minute details for the oncoming missions."

Tony dismisses the team and you all head to your rooms. You get in the elevator with Steve, Bucky, and Sam. They were all going to play a game of pool on the floor above yours.

"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" Steve asks you.

"Oh, I think I'm going to go see a movie."

"With your secret boyfriend?" Sam asks.

"Yes, with the secret boyfriend." You laugh.

You have been working with the Avengers for years but you have refused to disclose your romantic relationships with them. They mean well, but they become overprotective to the point that a relationship is impossible without them tagging along. The only time they knew about a boyfriend was when you first joined 5 years ago.

You had already been dating Jackson for a couple of months before you were recruited into the Avengers. Almost instantly they drove him away. Whenever Jackson would come around, the group wouldn't leave you guys alone. Thor would put Mjölnir on Jackson's things, knowing the mortal would not be able to do anything about it. Steve would try to be nice but he would just end up being awkward. Tony would just be... well, Tony. Natasha and Clint would be nice but gossip loud enough for Jackson to hear. Similar to Tony, Sam would just be himself. Bucky would always be in his room but when he wasn’t, he would be brooding in the corner of the room and make Jackson feel uncomfortable. The only people who didn't do anything were Wanda, Vision, and Bruce.

"So what will you guys be seeing?" Steve asks you.

"Probably an action movie," Sam laughs at his own innuendo.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You roll your eyes. “We’ll probably watch a comfort movie because it’s been a long week.”

“Oh, I loved Snow White!” Steve smiles at Bucky. “Do you remember when we first saw it?”

“You mean when we snuck into the movie theater and got kicked out almost immediately?”

“Captain America got kicked out of a movie theater?!” Sam asks excitedly.

You roll your eyes at them and the elevator opens to your floor.

"I'll see you, boys, later." And with that, you walk out of the elevator.

[stellar-constellations]

An Alliance (Part 3)

        

        Fem! Spy! (Y/N) x Yuri Briar

        Parts: One, two, current part, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

        (Y/N) is given her own backstory that is important for the story!

        The setting for this story is based off West and East Germany's (because Spy x Family is heavily based off Germany in the 1940-1950) laws (or at least replicated to the best of my abilities since it's unknown what time period Spy x Family is exactly in, we'll go with 1950 for the sake of this story). 

        Historically-accurate women misogyny and mistreatment! Only small comments and historically-accurate laws (replicated to the best of my ability). 

        The story, plot, and settings might not match up to the Spy x Family manga as it's not completed and the manga is still being crafted.

        This series contains spoilers for the manga and anime!

        The man’s alarm went off, causing him to jump up immediately. He quickly turned his head to look at me, seeing my glare.

        “Turn it off…” I mumbled, turning my back away from him. 

        “I’m surprised you decided to stay.” He spoke, genuine shock in his voice.

        “I have my reasons to stay. Don’t think it’s because of you.” I huffed, then covered my head with the covers. 

        “Hey! Don’t go back to sleep! We have work!” he complained, grabbing the covers and lifting them off my head and to my chest. 

        “There’s no ‘we’ in work.” I whined, grabbing the covers as he held onto them.

        I pulled the covers back to me, only to have them pulled back from him. 

        “There’s no ‘i’ in work either!” he retorted. 

        “There is in State Security Service. Go to your job.” I huffed.

        “Our job!” he spoke, completely grabbing the covers off of me. 

        The cold hit and I shivered, glaring at him.

        “When I walk out of that bathroom you better be dressed and ready to go.” He spoke, glaring back at me.

        “I won’t promise.” I commented lazily.

        He rolled his eyes, getting up from the bed and walking to the bathroom.

        What a jerk, making me wake up at… I looked at the time and my eyes widened. 5 A.M?!

        I sighed, getting up from the bed and lazily pulling the covers up to fix it. I carefully placed Flower on the bed in the middle to make sure she was safe before grabbing my suitcase and grabbing clothes, quickly changing.

        I put on a black long-sleeved shirt and black tights, wearing dark gray shorts over them and sliding into my black shoes. I brushed my hair (if you have it) until it was tangle-free, then put on my glasses (if you have them) and did quick sprays of perfume.

        I walked out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, looking around the cabinets. I noticed in one that there was coffee in it.

        Coffee? Well, he does seem like the type of guy to make coffee in the morning. He seems like a successful person, and successful people drink coffee. I thought to myself, then grabbed the coffee grounds. 

        I should poison it, then escape. I know I signed that contract, but what are they gonna do? As far as I'm aware, they don't have a tracker on me.

        I placed the coffee grounds in the coffee filter, making sure the machine had enough water as it started to brew in the pitcher.

        “You’re a fast changer.” He spoke, causing me to jump. 

        He noticed, smiling, but he decided not to tease me about what.

        “What? Were you planning on seeing me change?” I teased. “How bold of you, Sir.” 

        He flushed, an angry expression on his face. 

        “No!” he shouted.

        "You don't need to be shy. I'm flattered that you love me so much!" I smirked, swaying side to side as he screamed.

        "I DON'T LOVE YOU!" he screamed.

        "Now, now. You have to calm down. We still have neighbors." I pointed out. 

        His face went red as smoke crawled out of his ears and nose, yet he hushed up as the coffee machine went off, signaling the coffee was done.

        "You made coffee?" he questioned, looking at me.

        "Yeah. You seem like someone who'd like coffee, I mean, you had it in your cabinets." I spoke. 

        "Oh... T-thanks..." he muttered. 

        "Don't thank me, I was planning on poisoning it, but then I realized that your boss took my poison." I admitted, nonchalantly grabbing the pitcher and pouring the coffee into two mugs. 

        "Oh, really? I'd drink it so I'd never have to see your face again." He smiled, taking the mug from my hands.

        "How do you make your coffee?" I questioned. 

        "Six spoonfuls of sugar and 3/4 cup of milk. Why?" he questioned. 

        "D-dude!" I exclaimed. "Six spoonful?!" 

        "What? How much do you add?" he asked.

        "...Four spoonfuls." I sighed.         

        "Yeah! That's 2/3 as much as mine! And how much milk?" he questioned.

        "Like... an eye-full amount. I don't measure it..." I admitted. 

        "Let me see how you make it." He huffed, crossing his arms as he stepped to my side.

        My face went red from embarrassment as I showed him how I make mine. 

        "That's literally just like my coffee! Just a tad less sugar and a tad more milk!" he shouted.

        "Well make yours than we'll do a taste test!" I declared. 

        I watched as he made his and sighed. 

        His looks exactly like mine when it's finished!

        "Okay, we both take a sip of ours, then each other's." He spoke. 

        I nodded as we both dragged the mugs to our lips and took a sip. 

        "Now each other's." I spoke.

        We took sips and I huffed. 

        "It taste just about the same. Yours is just a tad sweeter." I frowned.

        "And yours is just a tad less stronger." He admitted. 

        I sighed, but my disappointment quickly turned into excitement. 

        "Hey, sweetie~" I teased. 

        "How many times have I told you not to call me those names, brat?" he huffed, red in the face. "What do you want?"

        "We just shared a kiss~" My face lit up from happiness at his reaction.

        "NO! NO WE DIDN'T!" he screamed.

        "There's no reason to be so shy, my love~ After all, we're...t-together." I stuttered, my teasing turning to embarrassment and disgust at just saying it. 

        "I WOULD NEVER KISS SOMEONE LIKE YOU!" he shouted. 

        I giggled, taking my coffee from his hands and switching it with his. 

        "You're so cute, honey~" I teased more as his face blew up.

        "You're a brat, brat!" he huffed, covering his face with his arm.

        I smiled as he swiftly turned around and walked to the door, quickly grabbing his jacket. He took an audible deep breath, then turned around. 

        "You gonna hurry up or are you gonna walk?" he grumbled.

        "I'm coming." I answered, grabbing one of his coats and running over to him.

        He rolled his eyes, turning his head away to hide his smile poorly.

        "Are you growing soft on me?" I teased. 

        "Of course not! It's just going to be cold tonight, that's the only reason I'm allowing you to wear that jacket!" he shouted, trying to justify himself. 

        "Sure," I smirked, "Honey~" 

        He rolled his eyes. "I'm seriously going to punch you." 

        "Let's get going before we're late." I spoke, latching onto his arm.

        "Hey! What are you doing?" he exclaimed.

        "I'm acting like your..." I softly choked, building up the courage to say it as I muttered "y-your...w-wife..." I whispered, almost inaudible to hear. 

        Luckily, he heard me so I didn't have to repeat it.

        "You said that when we're in public and at work, we'll act close, remember that?" 

        "And behind closed doors, we're nothing. Remember that?" he spat harshly. 

        I pouted, but nodded as me smiled brightly. 

        "Good, now let's go." He spoke.

        He opened the door, having us both step out before he turned around and locked the door. 

        Yeah. We're nothing. I thought to myself, ignoring the powerful sting in my heart. Is this what rejection feels like? Damn, I feel sorry for everyone I've ever rejected.

        I turned my head to the side so the man couldn't see my face as I silently sighed to regain my posture. What am I thinking? I don't even know this man's name, so why would I grow attached with this...jerk! 

        I would've started brewing up a better insult until someone spoke up behind us.

        "Oh, Mr. Briar!"

        The man turned around so fast, making me do a small ballet spin at his quick movements. 

        "Oh! Miss Nanami! What a surprise!" he spoke, his face bright. 

        He looked at me and spoke with his eyes: "say anything wrong and you're dead."

        "I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" the elder woman gushed. "You two look just like me and my husband when we were younger." 

        "Ahaha... yeah. This is actually my wife, Mrs. Briar." He smiled, hiding his left arm as I did the same since our rings would be on our un-dominant hand's ring finger (we both appear to be right-handed).

        "Oh! She's your wife? I'm sorry, I haven't seen you around here!" she smiled.

        "Oh, don't worry about it! I don't really go out that much unless it's for groceries or work." I fake-smiled, my eye twitching slightly.

        If this woman was a spy or extremely-observant, she'd notice that my twitch meant the smile was fake, but luckily, she's old and not wearing glasses. 

        "We'd love to stay and talk, but we have to go to work. Sorry, Miss Nanami." The man, Mr. Briar, apologized. 

        "Oh dear. I'm sorry for bothering you two. Have a good day." She smiled.

        "You too, Miss." We both said in union.

        When she turned around, we both immediately glared at each other. 

        "Mr. Briar, huh?" I smirked, finally learning something about his identity. 

        "Don't you dare start it." He hissed through his teeth.

        "Mr. Briar. Mr. Briar." I tested the name on my tongue. 

        "What are you doing?" he deadpanned at me.

        "I'm testing your name." I spoke. "Briar. Briar. Briar." I chanted, thinking. "It'd be nice if I knew your first name." 

        "It would be nice." He smiled. "Too bad you're not getting it." 

        "Hmph!" I huffed. "Be that way! I didn't care much anyways!" I lied, before resuming to my chanting. "Mr. Briar. Mr. Briar." I hummed, thinking. "Mrs. Briar!" I smiled, looking at Mr. Briar as he glared at me, red in the face. 

        "Shut it!" he demanded.

        I giggled, following him as we walked to the elevator. 

        "Mrs. Briar. Mrs. Briar." I chanted. "(Y/N) Briar. I kinda dig it." 

        "Don't expect to keep the name for long..." he grumbled, pressing the first button.

        I groaned, grabbing the elevator bar with one hand and tightening my grip on his.

        "I should just click the buttons over and over again until the elevator malfunctions and we'll be stuck in it. It'll be payback for being a pain in my ass all the time." He smiled smugly. 

        "Oh? What are we going to do while we wait to be rescued?" I teased as his face lit up.

        If he's seen enough movies, he must know what that means.

        He huffed, covering his face with his free hand. 

        "Don't say stuff like that!" he exclaimed.

        "I just asked what we're gonna do." I smiled, giving him smug smile back. 

        "Just shut up." He groaned.

        I gasped, acting shocked as I pretended to know what crossed his mind. "Mr. Briar! I can't believe you would assume something so lewd!" 

        "I DIDN'T! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID! AND STOP USING MY LAST NAME!" he screamed. 

        "Whatever. Come on now." I spoke, walking out as the elevator doors opened, tugging him along with me. 

        We walked out and to his car. I waited for him to open his own door before trying to open mine, but the bastard locked it.

        “Come on! I even waited for you to get in first!” I huffed, a not-so-pleasant expression on my face.

        “It’s still just as funny as the first time.” He chuckled, unlocking the door.

        I opened it and got into the seat, letting out a relaxed sigh at the drive we’re going to have to do. It’s not a far drive, but it’s not exactly around the corner either.

        “I can’t believe you get up at five in the morning to go to your job. The sun isn't even up.” I groaned, looking out the window.

        “Do you not get up to do your job?” he questions.

        “I do, but I got up early on special occasions. Most of my spy missions required me either tailing someone or helping behind the scenes; I was never one who liked to jump into the gunfights and stuff. That’s not my speciality.” I sighed.

        Reminds me too much of what I had to go through back in the army...

        Briar hummed, thinking.

        “Do you perhaps know of Twilight? The Westalis spy?” he questioned.

        “Of course I do. Every spy is aware of him, even the newbies.” I answered.

        “Do you know his face?!” he shouted, leaning over the car seat to mine, excited with a smile on his face.

        “No!” I answered back quickly, moving my body away to give us some space in between as my face heated up. “He’s the top spy. I’ve never seen his face since he’s a master at disguise. I helped him once or twice for a mission, but that was to find some missing links and codes. Me and him don’t really like being around each other.” 

        “You sure you’re telling me everything?” he questioned.

        “Yeah. Sorry, man, but not even Twilight allows other spies to see his face. He’s cautious about it since all the spies are getting captured and ratting each other out. So, he’s smart.” I admitted, distaste in my voice at his success. 

        Of course that bastard is away doing whatever while I’m here stuck with some dude who absolutely despises of me and trying to use me for information. He did what I didn't do and that's how I got caught... part of it at least.

        “Damn it.” Briar sighed. “He’s our top suspect. The SSS has been trying to get for years.” He groaned.

        “Eventually, he’ll make a slip up. All spies do, they’re human too, you know?” I pointed out.

        “They may be human, but they have no hearts.” The man growled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening stark white.

        I wanted to say something back, but I didn’t want to make him mad this early in the morning.

        What a lapdog. I thought to myself. He shouldn’t be saying stuff like that without understanding how the enemy and their civilians live their own lives.          .         .         We got out of the car, Briar locking it as I quickly ran to his side and grabbed his hand, holding it as he smiled for anybody nearby.

        “If anybody asks about us, I’ll do the talking.” He spoke through his teeth.

        He could be a ventriloquist. I thought to myself, noticing how his smile didn't shift at all when he spoke.

        “Okay.” I mumbled back, showing I understood.

        We walked hand-in-hand to the normal looking building. He opened the door for me as I waited by the side before grabbing his hand once more and walking into the office. We walked through a door, entering a room with many computers and people with headphones, listening to whatever.

        Probably bugged rooms. 

        “Let’s go to the Director and get things settled.” Briar whispered into my ear.

        I nodded, walking past the computers. 

        We made our way to a different hallway, turning and going down yet another one.

        “Second-lieutenant.” Someone spoke. 

        What’s with people ambushing us? I thought.

        We turned around and Briar smiled.

        “Hello, lieutenant!” he spoke, letting go of my hand and saluted. 

        I panicked and quickly followed with the salute.

        Lieutenant! He’s above Briar’s authority. There’s a chance he might not know above our little situation here—are those stitches on his face? And why does he look so damn dead?!

        “Is there anything you needed, sir?” he questioned, stopping his salute which led me to stopping mine.

        “Who is the girl?” he questioned.

        “This is my wife, (Y/N) Briar.” He spoke. “She just recently joined the squad yet hasn’t received a uniform yet. I’m taking her to the Director to get last-minute plans all sorted out.” 

        “Hm. Very well then.” He spoke. “You’re dismissed.” 

        We walked away from the Lieutenant, making it to the Director’s door.

        “Ugh. I can’t believe I called you that.” He gagged, sticking out his tongue.

        “I don’t know, you said it pretty smoothly. It sounded to me like you were accepting it.” I smiled, poking his shoulder. 

        He glared and slapped my hand away, causing me to giggle while internally pouting at his hostility.

        That hurt too. He’s strong, but it makes sense since he’s apart of the Secret Police.

        We walked into the Director’s office as he was on the phone speaking to someone. We walked into the office, waiting patiently with our hands behind our backs as we waited. Occasionally Briar would look over at me, only for me to stick my tongue out at him playfully as he shoots me a not-so-playfully glare.

        “Yes. Uh-huh. Alright. Understood. We’ll send some of our officers over. Alright. Have a good day, sir.” He hung up the phone and looked up.

        “You may sit.” The Director spoke.

        I looked over at Briar and spoke. “You can sit. I don’t feel like it.” 

        He silently walked over and sat down on the chair across from the Director. I strolled over and leaned up on Briar’s chair, placing my arms on his head as he growled.

        “Stop it.” He spat.

        “No.” I responded, gently playing with a piece of his hair sticking out from his hat.

        The Director smiled. “What brings you two here? Already looking for a divorce?” 

        “That would be great.” Briar smiled, causing me to glare at him.

        “I’m not that bad.” I spoke.

        “She couldn’t even get out of bed this morning.” Briar pointed.

        “Not my fault we went to bed so late.” I rolled my eyes.

        The Director coughed. “Oh. Well I see the relationship is going swimmingly.” 

        “Ah! N-no! Not like that Director!” Briar gasped.

        “I don’t mind the misconception.” I smiled, laughing at Briar’s reaction as he told me to “shut up.” 

        “No, you see, Sir. We were wondering about the arrangement. What is she exactly going to do?” Briar questioned.

        “I thought you had that part settled out?” I questioned.

        “I lied.” He smiled, looking up at me. 

        I looked at him, irritated as I flicked his forehead. He muttered a small “stop it, brat."

        “She’s going to be accompanying you in all your missions. So whatever you want her to do, she’ll be forced to do it unless I otherwise say so.” The Director spoke.

        "Hear that? You have to do whatever I say." Briar smiled evilly, crossing his arms.

        "Oh nooo. Please be gentle." I spoke, causing Briar to scream loudly and the Director to burst into tears laughing. 

        After Briar eventually decided to shut up and the Director stopped laughing, the Director spoke up. 

        "Is that all you two need of me?" he questioned.

        "Why did you choose me to be babysitting her?" Briar questioned. 

        "Babysitting? As if! I'm the one watching over him!" I spoke.

        "I feed you and you live under my roof." Briar pointed out.

        "I..." I paused. "I...uh..." I tried wracking my brain as Briar smiled at me smugly. "I made you coffee!" I declared, crossing my arms. "Psh. Can you believe this guy?" I spat out, pointing a finger at him. 

        "I know?" the Director sighed, playfully glaring at Briar as Briar looked at him with a look of betrayal. "But as for your question, second-lieutenant, I chose you simply because you're young and single." the Director smiled.

        "You haven't been using that playboy face for anything? I'm shocked." I giggled as Briar looked awestruck.

        "...T-that's it? No, like, motivation speech about me or something?" Briar responded, his face pale.

        "Nope. You were just lonely." The Director spoke as I bursted out laughing.

        Briar's face went even more pale as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. 

        "I like you, Mister-Director-Funny-Man!" I laughed, pointing at him as he gave me a thumbs-up.

        "I can't believe my boss and my enemy are getting along..." Briar mumbled, putting his hands on his face and letting out a loud groan. "AND I'M NOT LONELY! I HAVE MY SISTER!" he screamed, then realized he screamed at his boss. "Er... Sorry, Director, sir!" he stood up and saluted, then sat back down in his chair. 

        "Ahaha! Sister-complex! Sister-complex!" I laughed, pointing at him. 

        He flicked me hard on the forehead, causing me to yelp and touch the spot as it effectively shut me up. 

        "Is that all?" The Director questioned.

        "Briar told me I was gonna get a uniform or something; is that true?" I questioned.

        "Ah! Yes! Your uniform." The Director spoke, opening a cabinet drawer and picking up a see-through plastic bag. "I knew you were going to stop by soon so I got it custom-made and tailored." The Director smiled, showing me the bag proudly before handing it over to Briar who gave it to me. "Go try it on! Second-lieutenant lead her to the changing room! Then let me see! I worked hard on the design." he cheered. 

        Briar sighed, nodding as he stood up.         

        "Come on, brat." He demanded.

        I ignored the insult and followed behind him as we walked out of the hallway and went down hallway after hallway. 

        "Come to think of it. You're going to be the first woman in the force." Briar spoke up.

        "I am? Do you have changing rooms or bathrooms?" I questioned.

        "You're in luck. We have individual bathrooms." Briar smiled.

        "Good. Like I'd let you see me naked." I smirked.

        "Like I'd ever even want to see you naked!" he scoffed, his face turning red.

        "Says the virgin." I smiled.

        "I—! Why you!" he stuttered, his face going an even darker red as he tried to think. "Doesn't matter! You have four minutes to change before I cave the door open to catch you setting up bugs somewhere." Briar ordered.

        "Ew. Who would do that in a bathroom?" I questioned, walking into the bathroom and shutting the door.

        I made sure it was locked before quickly grabbing the plastic bag and opening it. I didn't know how long it'd take me to put on the uniform, but I was guessing that it would be slightly-difficult. 

        I took off my clothes and replaced it with black tights, a white button-up shirt, a dirty-green jacket to go over it, a dirty-green skirt, black boots, and a black tie. 

        Wasn't as hard as I'd thought it'd be. But a skirt, really?

        I huffed, grabbing my old clothes and putting it in the bag. 

        "Oi! Honey!" I declared, slamming open the door. 

        "You're supposed to button the jacket and wear the tie correctly!" he complained, eyeing me.

        "Why can't I wear pants?" I questioned.

        "I'm not the one that made it." He deadpanned.

        "Well, I know that! But I don't wanna wear a skirt!" I complained.

        "Calm down, sheesh! You're going to get me in trouble!" Briar shushed.

        "Your boss is gonna be in trouble when my foot is up his ass!" I replied.

        "Let's just go to the Director and sort this out. He wanted to see it anyways" Briar sighed.

        I huffed and sped-walked down the hallways, running to that Director's door with confidence and kicking it open.

        "You have five seconds to call that tailor and demand pants!" I demanded.

        "Let me explain this, see—"

        "One."

        "This is simply for the sake of SSS—"

        "Two."

        "Just hear me out!"

        "Five, you've been heard." I huffed.

        "Could you not run down the hallway like that, brat?" Briar spoke, appearing behind me and grabbing my waist to prevent me from attacking the Director.

        "You said five seconds!" the Director exclaimed, wiping sweat off his brow.

        "I'm impatient." I grumbled, crossing my arms as Briar lead me to the chair, sitting down and forcing me to stay between his legs as both his legs and arms wrapped around me, preventing me from jumping the Director. 

        "Nice save. Now as I was saying." The Director sighed. "You're the only girl on the force. This can help with advertisement since members of the SSS have been disappearing, most likely getting scrapped by Westalis spies too. This can also help getting easy information out of people being interrogated. It's statistically shown that people are more likely to be comfortable around women because of their motherly nature, and when people are comfortable, they let things slip. They'd be more honest and we would have less... accidents." The Director chuckled. 

        "Do I look like a mother to you?" I grumbled. 

        "We can change your attitude to be motherly and nurturing." He smiled. "But this could really help with the war. You do want it to end, don't you?" he questioned.

        "Of course I do. I've seen some things. Do you see how people are in the streets? Everyone avoids the newspapers. Everyone runs when they see someone in an authority position or wearing an officer uniform. Kids run whenever they see someone with a briefcase. Everyone is living in fear, and that's no way to live." I stated firmly, then started to play with Briar's hair (much to his annoyance).

        “It’s a small sacrifice for peace. Besides, I think it’ll suit you. He agrees, don’t you?” The Director spoke.

        I turned my head to look at Briar, daring him to lie to me while having the audacity to make eye contact with me. 

        “It doesn’t suit you. In fact, you look stupid.” Briar responded immediately, causing the Director to sigh and me to hit his arm.

        “Jerk!” I huffed, squirming to get out of his hold but to no avail. 

        "At least it's not pink. I was thinking of it, but I thought that'd ruin your camouflage." The Director admitted.

        “We have no more questions.” Briar spoke.

        “Good. In that case, you have your first SSS mission, (Y/N). Second-lieutenant, you’ll show her the ropes of how we do things here. And again, Mrs. Briar..." the Director smiled, specifically looking to see Briar's face.

        Briar cringed, letting out a disgusted groan as I giggled.

        "Your husband is in charge." Now I cringed with Briar as he let out an even louder groan of disgust at the word 'husband' before springing up once he heard that he was the one in charge.

        "Here's your mission. You'll be attending Lieutenant down to city hall to capture Jim Hayward. He's a potential suspect of espionage." Me and Briar both looked at each other at the same time.

        I mentally smiled as he looked at me, shocked in his eyes. "Now hurry on and go join Lieutenant. They're getting ready to leave soon." 

        "Yes, sir." Briar saluted. 

        "Yeah, what he said." I smiled, causing Briar to give me a tired-glare.

        "Have fun, you two. Consider this my wedding gift." He smiled. 

        Both me and Briar groaned, leaving the room together.

        "Let's hurry on. The Lieutenant is an impatient man when he's on the clock." Briar spoke, speed-walking down the hallway as I quickly followed in pursuit. "I can't believe you knew it." He sighed, walking into an office a little similar to the Director's, but smaller.

        He grabbed a yellow envelope on the desk and shoved it in his pocket. I curiously eyed it but decided not to pry into it. 

        "You actually doubted me? I'm offended!" I shcoffed.

        "You're a spy—I can't just anything that comes out of your mouth." He spat.        

        "You're so mean to me. I thought we were getting along since we shared a bed." I sighed.

        "D-don't say it like that!" he shouted as I laughed. "Let's hurry up and get this over with." Briar grumbled.

        Parts: One, two, current part, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (to be continued when Spy x Family has more Yuri content!)

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One Night (18)

Satoru yawns as he rounds the corner, heading into the kitchen where Shippo sits at the table with Koushi in his lap. "G'morning," Satoru greets, ruffling Shippo's hair and then Koushi's. He walks over to Kagome and wraps his arms around her. "You smell good."

"You smell the food," she says.

Satoru hums. He smells the food, sure, but she smells so much better. "What kind of pancakes are you making?"

"Cinnamon." She motions to the stack on the counter with the spatula. "There's sausage and steak. We'll need to buy more meat for Shippo. He needs more than we do."

"We have enough for now, right?" He continues to hold on to her, enjoying how she feels in his arms.

"Yeah, but I can... really?"

"It's your day off." He kisses her shoulder and pulls away. Satoru sits down at the table next to Shippo. "You're leading the first mission today. It should have a bunch of curses, but no special grades. I'll be right there."

Shippo nods and then brightens when Kagome sets the plate of food in front of him. "I want to see the other students." He looks down at Koushi and then his plate, and frowns. Satoru rises and takes Koushi from him, so Shippo can eat. "Can we get some drawing stuff while we're out?"

Satoru pokes Koushi's belly with his finger. "You do a good job on the mission, and I'll get you a tablet so you can draw."

Kagome sighs as she sets the food down in front of him. "He's going to get addicted." She looks at Shippo. "There will be parental controls on it."

Shippo takes a bite out of his pancakes and presses one hand to his cheek as he chews. "I don't know what that is, but okay. Can I have more?"

"You really like sweets," Kagome comments, taking Shippo's plate and pilling it with more food. She grabs her own and sits down. "Instead of dinner, could Shoko just meet us for lunch?

"I forgot about her," Satoru says with a chuckle. "Yeah, whatever you want." He eyes Shippo for a moment. "Actually, I'm going to call her now, so she can meet Shippo before we go to the campus." He pulls out his phone and calls Shoko, putting her on video. She answers on the third ring. "You look like crap."

"And good morning to you too," Shoko grumbles. "What is it?"

"I just wanted to give you a head's up, that I'll be stopping by the campus before my first mission—"

"So?"

"So," Satoru continues. "You complained last time, so here's Shippo. My oldest." Satoru flips the phone around. Shippo waves, with a mouth full of steak.

"WHAT!"

"Why are you so loud?" Satoru turns the phone back to him. "Anyway, let everyone know so we can get it out of the way."

"I'm sorry." Shoko rubs her forehead. "You have two sons? And I'm just now hearing about this?" She glares at him. Kagome plucks the phone out of his hands. Not that he cares.

"Hi Shoko," Kagome greets.

"Oh! Hi!"

"Sorry about all of this. We had to keep things pretty secretive."

"Oh, no worries," Shoko chimes. "I get it. Satoru told me about the curse user who tried to go after you. I get why you guys kept your sons hidden as long as you did."

Satoru makes a face at the phone. Oh, so Kagome can tell Shoko and it's no problem, but he tries to show off his other kid and suddenly he's the bad guy? Satoru rolls his eyes and eats his food. Kagome and Shoko continue to talk for a bit, before Shoko says goodbye. Kagome slides the phone back to him.

"How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Calm Shoko down."

Kagome stares at him. "Well, I started it off with an apology."

Shippo snickers. Koushi looks at Shippo and then at Satoru. He giggles too. Satoru blows out a breath.

"Hey... when Ijichi gets here, let's play a trick on him."

Kagome shakes her head and grabs Koushi to get him ready for the day, while Satoru and Shippo plan their first prank of the day.

"Good morning, underlings," Shippo chirps from Satoru's shoulders.

The students stare blankly at Shippo and then they glare at Satoru. Yaga takes his shades off and rubs his eyes. Nanami crosses his arms and not so discreetly checks his watch.

"Uh... sensei?" Yuta says, speaking for everyone. "You have another kid?"

"Yep, this is Shippo," Satoru says. Koushi kicks his feet, which causes Yuta to take a step back. "He's strapped in a baby carrier. He's not going to hurt you," Satoru says.

"Yeah... but he can teleport," Yuta replies. He rubs the back of his head. "So, Shippo? I take it Kagome-san is your mom?"

Shippo scoffs and hops down. "Of course, she's my mom." He reaches into his green jacket and pulls out a small fox statue. "I got everyone gifts... well, I only have enough for Papa's students." Shippo pulls out some more gifts, another small statue, some candy, and a spinner. The students look at each other and come to a consensus.

"Thanks, Shippo," Yuji says, going for the spinner.

Shippo chuckles and takes a step back. "Don't mention it." He looks back at Koushi and winks.

Satoru keeps his face blank. That didn't sound suspicious at all. "And where did you get these gifts?"

"I made them."

Satoru hums as he places a hand on the baby carrier, even though Koushi cannot feel his touch through the fabric. "You made them? And that's all they are?"

"Well..."

"AHHHH!" Yuji yells as the spinner grows larger. He spins and spins before being flung off into the distance.

"What kind of gift is this?" Yuta exclaims, planting a foot on the fox statue and trying to push it off his hand, but the statue doesn't budge.

Satoru bites his tongue. Kagome neglected to tell Shippo no tricks today, and Shippo is now taking advantage of that loophole. Whatever. He isn't a snitch, so Satoru shrugs. "You could take out a couple of enemies with that."

"I can't move my arm!"

"Skill issue."

Shippo laughs. Koushi babbles and then laughs too. "Ah, you want more?" Shippo asks Koushi, who babbles more. "You there, Panda." He points a finger at Panda.

"NO!" Panda holds out his hands, shaking his head. "I'm good."

"What do pandas hate?"

Panda frowns and scratches his head. "I don't like Zebras. One day, I'll punch one in the face." Panda shakes a fist as if he is imagining a zebra appearing in front of him.

"That sounds like animal abuse," Maki says.

"You're human. You wouldn't get it." Panda sniffs.

"Papa," Shippo whispers. "What's a zebra?"

Satoru pulls out his phone and squats down so Shippo can see. "Ohhh, got it." Shippo snaps his fingers, and a cloud of smoke appears where Panda was. The zebra... err, that's probably Panda, kicks his legs up and runs around the field like a maniac. In the confusion, Panda rams into Toge, sending him flying, but not nearly as far as wherever the hell Yuji ended up.

He should care more, but this is good training for his students. They should not be getting bested by his children.

Koushi shrieks and kicks his feet. His laughter is infectious.

"Who else?" Shippo asks, planting his hands on his hips. "My brother demands entertainment."

"Gojo get your child," Nanami says, tensely. He raises a brow when Shippo approaches him.

"Sorry," Shippo says, pulling out a piece of paper from his jacket. He bows and holds the paper out. "I won't do it again." Nanami huffs and takes the paper. Shippo backs away right as a smoke cloud appears.

Satoru turns his head away and coughs. That's uh something.

"GOJO!"

"It's been so much fun seeing everyone so early in the morning," Satoru says, motioning for Shippo to jump back on his shoulders. "But some of us do have work to do."

Nanami clenches his fists. "Change me back!" His once short blond hair now goes all the way to his waist. Gone is the freshly pressed suit and instead is some tan tube top and a skirt with slits on both sides. Perhaps he should not have let Shippo watch that movie.

Ino disguises a laugh behind a coughing fit.

Kusakabe backs away.

"Not once have I ever wondered what you would look like as a woman," Shoko says. "But now that I see it, I can't unsee it. I gotta say, that's some rack you got," Shoko jokes.

"This is indecent!" Nanami thrusts an arm out and then flushes. He crosses his arms over his chest and turns away.

"Do we not care about Yuji?" Nobara questions.

"I think he got off easy," Maki quips. "But why isn't Megumi getting bullied?"

"Megumi is my brother," Shippo announces. "He gets special immunity."

"Thank Kami," Megumi mutters.

"Turn me back!" Nanami bites out.

"Papa!" Shippo whines. "This man is scaring me. He's so angry."

Nanami falters. "What? No... I'm just asking you to turn me back."

"You're a grown man," Satoru says. "If you can't figure out how to change back, then maybe you need to do some more training."

A hush descends on the field. Shoko coughs. Nanami flushes pink and turns his head away. Satoru glances over at Mei Mei and gives a subtle nod. She holds up her fingers in the Okay symbol.

Good. This needs to get back to Naoya. He hopes Naoya is crumbled in his bed, too weak to move and seething with jealousy.

"Figure it out," Satoru reiterates. "Being a woman for the day shouldn't impede you from doing your missions."

"Wait!" Nobara holds up a hand. "What about Yuji?"

"What about him?"

Maki laughs. Nobara blinks and then shrugs. Yuta continues to kick at the fox statue attached to him, but it still does not budge.

"Meet us for lunch," Satoru says to Shoko. "I'll send you the details."

"You actually eat lunch now?" Shoko's eyebrows raise. "Kagome must have kami-like powers."

"My mama is amazing," Shippo chimes.

"She sure sounds like it," Shoko agrees. "Alright, send me the details and I'll meet you there." Shoko glances at the students and sighs. "Is there truly no way for you to turn them back?"

"I'm just a kid."

Satoru snorts.

"Got it... I'll figure it out then."

Yaga puts his shades back on and shakes his head. "Are you hiding any more children?"

Satoru smirks as he waves goodbye. He grabs Ijichi and then warps them to the car. Ijichi dry heaves and holds on to the car for balance. "It wasn't that bad," Satoru deadpans.

"You didn't warn me!"

"I waved goodbye to everyone. Anyway, get us to the next mission. Shippo is taking this one." Satoru gets Koushi settled in the car seat, while Shippo buckles himself in. He opts to ride in the front since the backseat is crowded with the car seat and Shippo in the back. "Why are you moving so slow?"

Ijichi sniffs as he starts the engine. "Kagome-san is much nicer. I like it when she is around."

Satoru crosses his arms over his chest and looks out the window. "You whine too much."

"Ijichi, do you need cheering up?" Shippo asks from the backseat.

"NO!" Ijichi coughs. "I mean, no, but thank you for the offer. I was just disappointed there were no bentos today. Kagome-san is an amazing cook."

"Oh, just tell Mama that. She'd make you lunch anytime or dinner."

Satoru turns his head and looks at Shippo, but the look goes over Shippo's head. That is one of the cons of wearing a blindfold. "Ijichi, find your own wife to make you food."

"How can I when I drive you around all the time?"

"Why not Shoko?" Shippo asks. "Your heart sped up when she walked over, and you smelled funny."

Ijichi chokes. "What?"

"He's got sensitive hearing and smell," Satoru says, playing it off. "You know, Koushi and I have real good eyes. Shippo didn't get the six eyes, but his other senses are heightened."

"That's terrifying." Ijichi clears his throat as he puts the car in park. "Did Ieiri-san's heart speed up when she saw me?"

"..."

Shippo unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out of the car. Satoru chuckles and pats Ijichi's shoulder. He gets out of the car and puts Koushi back in his carrier.

"Wait! You're taking Koushi too?"

"Better to take him than for him to teleport." Satoru shrugs and shuts the back door. Shippo jumps up and down and points at the old hospital. The place is crawling with curses. Behind them, Ijichi puts up the veil. "Alright, it's all you." He opens the doors and rocks side to side, keeping Koushi entertained.

"There are a lot of them." Shippo sniffs the air. "I can do whatever?"

"Well, try to keep the property damage to a minimum." Yaga is still giving him shit because he accidentally demolished some buildings last month.

Shippo nods. "I've been working on my illusions. I want to try it out."

"You mean changing people or yourself into different things?"

"No, I mean like full-scale illusions." Shippo rubs his hands together. The dust and grime fade away and gone are the counters, tile flooring, and the awful wallpaper, and left is...

"Shippo, what the hel—heck is this?"

"Candy land!" Shippo thrusts his arms out and spins around. The floor is pink. There are lollipops where the walls used to be, and gumdrops hang from what should be light fixtures. The ground rumbles and ten curses pop up behind a cage made of candy canes. "You said if I do a good job, then I can have a ta-b-let." Shippo snaps his fingers, and the cluster of curses erupts in blue flames.

Koushi shrieks and claps his hands.

"Heh. You like that?" Shippo rubs his nose. "Well, it's not perfect, but I'm working on it." The illusion fades as the last curse burns away.

Satoru hums. "I don't sense any more curses here... alright, let's go get that tablet then." He squats down and holds out his hand.

"What are you doing?"

"High-five." He mimics a high-five.

"Oh." Shippo slaps his palm on Satoru's palm. "Did I really do a good job?"

Satoru smiles. "You did amazing. Naturally, you're my son." He motions for Shippo to hop on his shoulders. "Say, what if we played an illusion on Ijichi? For practice."

Shippo crackles. "On it."

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A/N: I didn't tell you guys to take care last update and it bothered me all of Saturday. I think it's the mom in me.

"Can Shippo do a domain expansion?" - No, but they can play off his illusions as doing one. He's young here, so the illusions don't do as much as they would in the verses where he is older.

Next chapter will be Kagome meeting with Ayumi and then lunch with Shoko.

Let me know which story you want updated next week (this week if you count Sunday as a new week). It's still really freaking hot in the house, but we are adapting so it doesn't feel as unbearable as it did at first lol. Take care. Get plenty of rest. Stay hydrated. And I hope you have an awesome week.

[pink-tonic]

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Warning: Some odd behavior from Kana

Now I have another responsibility that I have to take care of this week. I need to be the nurse's helper.

I wasn't planning on doing this, but from the looks of it, the nurse does need the extra help.

I walk to school with Taeko and Taro like I usually do. I don't talk much with them during the walk to school since I'm thinking about what to do once we make it to school.

Should I just go straight to the nurse's office?

The three of us eventually make it to school, and we go to our own lockers and switch out our shoes into the indoor ones.

I think I should go to the nurse's office. It wouldn't be right not to check up on him in the morning.

I go over to Taeko and Taro and talk to them.

"Hey, guys," I greet them, and it catches both of their attentions, "I'm going to go to the nurse's office. I don't know if you want to come or not."

Taeko is the first to speak up, "I'll go later to check up on my knee, but you can go. We'll meet up later."

"Alright, sounds good," I gave them a wave, and I start to make my way down the hallway.

I make it to the nurse's office, and I open up the door. While I slide open the door, I secretly hope I don't find Mr. Kana wrapped around in bandages again.

Luckily, when I go inside, I see Mr. Kana walking around.

I greet him, and he turns around to look at me. A smile forms once he sees me, and he walks over to me.

"You came at just the right time!" He happily tells me, his smile only getting bigger.

I tilt my head, "What is it?"

He lets out a chuckle, showing how excited he was to reveal the news to me, "I got a uniform for you!"

"A... uniform? For me?" I question not fully understanding what he means.

"Yes! You're my assistant after all, so I told the headmaster that I need an extra uniform for you!"

Mr. Kana then turns away from me and walks over to a cardboard box. He picks it up and walks back over to me.

"Take a look!" He says to me while ushering me to take the box.

I take the box from his hands, and I look inside of it. It is a nurse uniform, and it's almost identical to the one he has on. The only difference is that this one has longer sleeves.

"You should try it on!" He exclames, "I'll be over there, so you can change."

Mr. Kana then makes his way to the other side of the room where the beds are.

I go over to the wall partition, so I'm hidden. I start to change out of my regular uniform and into the nurse uniform.

Once I have everything on, I put away my regular uniform in the box, and I step out into Mr. Kana's view.

He lets out a gasp and jumps from out of his seat. He walks over to me with his usual smile on his face.

"It suits you perfectly! You should definitely become a nurse!" Mr. Kana tells me while he takes in my new look.

Before he continues to gush about how I look, I hear the door to the office open.

But Mr. Kana doesn't seem to notice and keeps talking to me instead of addressing the new person in the room.

"Oh! You look absolutely wonderful, (L/N)!

His compliment catches me off guard, and I look at him with confusion, "Are you sure this is okay? I was only planning on helping out a little, Mr. Kana."

I then hear footsteps and the door closing. The sound catches both of our attention, and we both look over to the person.

My eyes widen as I see Ayato standing near the doorway. I don't say anything, and I end up watching Ayato and Mr. Kana interact with each other.

Mr. Kana questions Ayato about what he is feeling, but it doesn't seem like anything serious. Mr. Kana then walks away from Ayato and goes over to me.

"Are you going to help, (L/N)?" Mr. Kana asks me, hoping that I will stick around and help him.

I look up at the clock mounted on the wall, and I notice that the bell for passing period is about to ring.

I shake my head, "I can't, I have to go to class."

Mr. Kana then looks at the clock, "Oh! You're right! Alright, you should start to head to class. I'll see you later."

Then, on que, the bell rings. I nod and then leave the room. I slide the door close once I'm in the hallway.

I let out a sigh. I'm happy I don't have to be in that room any longer. There is no way I could be anywhere near Ayato. I'm too scared. I'm scared that he is going to hurt me again.

But I need to pull myself together and head to class.

While I'm making my way to class, I get stopped by one of the student council members. I don't remember her name, but she's wearing glasses, has straight black hair, and wears a stren look on her face.

"Where is your uniform?" She asks me while inspecting my clothing.

"Well, I'm helping out the new nurse, and he gave me this uniform. You can ask the nurse or the headmaster," I explain, hoping she is satisfied with the answer.

"Hmmmm... alright. I'll inform the other members so they don't stop you to ask. Have a good day," she tells me in an almost robotic voice, before walking away from me and down the hallway.

The student council might be a pain to deal with, but at least they do their job right.

I head to class, and this time without anyone stopping me.

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The bell rings, and it's lunchtime now. I exit the classroom and into the hallway, and I think about whether or not I should go to the nurse's office.

There is a chance that Ayato will still be there, and I'll have to get close to him. The thought of getting close to him sends a shiver straight through my spine. Being near him is the last thing I would want to do.

"Quite the look you have there, darling," a familiar voice snaps me out of my thinking, and I look up towards the person.

It's Kizano, and he is looking at me with a confused and intrigued look on his face. He must be looking at me because of what I'm wearing.

"Yeah, I'm helping out the nurse. So he gave me this uniform, you're not the first to say something about it," I explain to him.

He lets out a chuckle, "I guess you were stopped by the student council, right?"

I nod my head in response.

He rolls his eyes, "Tell me about it! Those student council members wouldn't know style if it slapped them right across their face. I've been stopped by them many times because of my amazing cap." Kizano then gestures over to his iconic velvet cap that he takes practically everywhere with him.

I let out a laugh, "Yeah, I guess I understand you now."

"Well, I like to think you always understand me, darling," Kizano casually admits to me, "But I didn't just come here to talk to you, I want a favor from you. Is that alright?"

"Well, it depends on what the favor is," I tell him with a slight shurg, hoping it's nothing too outrageous.

"Great! Come with me!" Kizano happily exclames. Grabbing one of my hands and dragging me towards the stairs.

He takes me all the way to the first floor and into his clubroom. But while we were making our way to the clubroom, some students paused what they were doing and watched Kizano drag me along.

Kizano slides open the clubroom's doors and walks inside, and I follow behind him. He lets go of my hand and goes behind the mini set that is in the middle of the room.

"Grab a seat, darling! I want you to watch my performance for the play!" Kizano informs me as I can hear him looking for something.

I take a seat on one of the many chairs and wait for him to come out. I actually like this better than going to the nurse's office. But I suppose anything would be better than being near Ayato.

Eventually, Kizano comes out, and he is wearing something completely different.

"Do you like what you see, darling?" Kizano asks as he walks closer to me.

I nod my head, "Yeah, it suits you a lot."

"And that's the exact reason I decided to be the King of Hearts!" He tells me with a smile.

"So... what are you going to do?" I ask him, hoping that it'll take the whole lunch time.

"I'm going to perform the last scene for you. This scene has to be captivating and intriguing! I can not give a sloppy performance!" Kizano explains to me with a passion.

"Well, I would like to see it!" I tell him as I lean back in the chair.

I see Kizano stand up straight and take a deep breath. He then grabs the prop sword and grips it tight.

"I've told you, Alice, that you can not go any further! Step back, or else I'll have to use my sword against you," Kizano says calmly, but I can also hear a bit of annoyance in his voice.

Kizano then walks to his right and points his sword at the imaginary Alice. "If you come closer, it will be over for you. Now, get back you naive little girl!"

Kizano takes a pause and tilts his head, I assume that Alice is supposed to say something back to him, but since the actress isn't here, he has to instead pretend she is there.

"What do you mean, little girl? He would never betray me! I am his king, and he is my loyal subject!"

I can now hear Kizano's voice raise in anger due to the information that Alice is giving him.

Kizano then points his sword down and laughs. His laughter is filled with mockery. Mocking what Alice is telling him.

"You seriously believe that I would think that one of my loyal sub...," Kizano is unable to finish his sentence as he looks down at his stomach.

I assume the loyal subject that was being talked about makes an appearance and impales Kizano.

Kizano slowly moves his head and looks behind him. "So... it is true. You sided with her after all..."

Kizano then falls to the ground, and his breathing becomes heavy.

"Just kill me already, you fool," Kizano orders.

Kizano then gets up from the floor and walks over to me.

"Did you like it, or did you love it?" Kizano asks with a smile, knowing that he did a good job.

"It was amazing, Kizano! What happens in the end?" I ask, curiosity eating away from me. Wondering whether the man killed the King of Hearts or not.

Kizano lets out a laugh, "You'll see once the play is finished."

"Wait, when is the play going to open?" I ask, hoping he would give me an answer.

"When Megumo Saikou arrives, which is in around five to four weeks," Kizano tells me as he walks behind the set and changes back to his normal clothes.

"Megumo Saikou? That name sounds familiar..."

"He is the grandson of the founder of Akademi High," Kizano explains, "He is set to come back to school in a few weeks. With the killing of that first year, he was ordered not to come. But I was told by the headmaster that he is set to come back soon."

"So this performance is made to welcome him?" I question him, the topic catching my attention.

"Sort of. This play was made before that, but the headmaster told us to finish it up by the time he comes back so he can see it," Kizano tells me before reappearing from behind the set.

"That's very interesting..."

The bell then rings, signaling that lunch has ended.

"Let me take you to class," Kizano offers me.

I would deny his offer, but I can't help but to accept it.

"Sure."

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The last bell of the day rings, and it's time for me to go to the nurse's office. On my walk to the office, I can't help but feel nervous.

I hope that Mr. Kana isn't mad at me for my unexplained absence.

But then I remember that Ayato might still be inside. I make the decision to enter through the door that would lead me to the nurse's desk instead of the beds.

I slide open the door and walk inside. I see Mr. Kana sitting at his desk, and it seems like he is waiting for me.

Once I close the doors, Mr. Kana looks over towards me.

"There you are, (L/N)! I was wondering where you were," Mr. Kana happily says to me as I walk closer.

"Something came up... sorry," I respond with nervousness lacing my words.

"It's okay. But let's sit down and talk, alright?"

"S-sure!"

I grab a chair, and I place it right in front of Mr. Kana's desk. Now I'm sitting across from Mr. Kana.

"So what happened while I was gone?" I ask Mr. Kana, wondering what he had to deal with while I was gone.

"Oh, nothing much. I just had to take care of Aishi, and the two siblings from yesterday came by as well. But nothing much. Now, where were you?" Mr. Kana questions me once again, not seeming satisfied with the first answer I gave him at the start.

Before I can respond, I take a short pause, "I told you something came up. I'm sorry again."

"I know that something came up. But I'm just wondering what it was."

"I'd rather not talk about... sorry," I can't help but to shift in my seat due to how uncomfortable I feel. Why does he want to know so badly where I was?

"It's fine, but I want you to trust me at the very least."

I then feel an unexpected touch. I had my hand placed on the table, but in a quick movement, I can feel Mr. Kana's hand being placed on top of mine.

"Ummmm... Mr. Kana, I don't think you should be doing that."

"Oh! You don't like it? My apologies. I thought it would calm you down."

"I-it's fine."

Mr. Kana then pulls his hand away, and a dejected look takes over his features. And I can't help but wonder why he had that look on his face. Did what I say hurt him that badly?

"But I do have a question in mind."

This catches me off guard, and I wonder if I should ask what the question is. Another pause makes its presence, but in the end, I decide to ask what it is, "Yes, what is it?"

"Would you mind going out with me soon?"

"What?" I'm in disbelief at what Mr. Kana just asked me. He is an adult. He should not be asking me such a question. I was only meant to help him, not to hang out with him outside of school.

"I want to get to know you better, (Y/N). So would you like to go to a restaurant together, the two of us?" Mr. Kana's soft smile is present once more, but I feel this smile isn't one he gives to many. It feels softer and more welcoming, a smile you would give to someone... you love.

An uncomfortable silence takes over, and I'm sure Mr. Kana can feel how uncomfortable it feels. But I decide to respond to his question instead of letting the silence speak for me.

"I'll...I'll think about it, okay?"

"Oh! That's fine! But please tell me soon, so I can make reservations."

"Yes, of course. But I need to go, can I?" I quickly tell him, hoping to get out of the nurse's off as fast as possible.

"Sure! Please get home safely," Mr. Kana smiles at me and gives me a wave.

I nod and slip out of the room quickly.

As I walk down the hallway and towards my locker, I think about what just happened.

Was he flirting with me?

He had to be, right? I'm not over analyzing anything, right? I'm not going crazy, right?

The questions, the smile, and the sudden touch... it can't be nothing, right? It has to be something. It has to mean something!

I shake the thought out of my head and switch my shoes out. I close my locker and head out of the school.

My walk back home is normal, and I don't feel anything watching me. Which I'm thankful for. This day is already hectic as is, and I don't want to walk home with the feeling that someone is watching me.

I eventually make it back home, and the first thing I do is collapse on my couch.

[legacyofacat]

[10] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Kongō's hands played lazily across the tiles of her piano, mimicking a melody she had heard somewhere.

There was admittedly not much to do here below the sea, it might even become boring given enough time, but right now it was nice.

She looked down at her shoulder when the head placed there jolted and tired eyes blinked open: "Good morning."

Zeitwächter made a sound that might as well could have come from a surprised cat – on the other hand, maybe it was Churchgrim, laying on her and looking exactly as half-dead.

The battleship gazed around blearily: "...Did I leave my drawing things here?"

When she had fallen asleep, sketchbook and all in hand, it had begun sliding at some point. Seeing this, Kongō had taken it from her hands and placed it on her other side before it could clatter to the ground – now she handed it over.

Accepting her things again, Zeitwächter opened the book to the last page she was working on and… did nothing.

Kongō looked on with a raised eyebrow, Churchgrim with a cocked head.

Zeitwächter, simultaneously, was having a little crisis: the thing she was working on was supposed to be fanart, if you could call it that, of Kongō – she was not going to draw Kongō with the original right there.

"Uhm… Kon-chama, how about a culinary expedition?"

Kongō's other eyebrow raised, Zeitwächter sweated bullets. --

Thanks to powers Zeitwächter would maybe pray to starting today, Kongō actually agreed and so they had headed to Italy because

Italian food is nice

Perfect reason for bothering the Second European Fleet.

Their second-in-command, battleship Betelgeuse, looked ready to tear Zeitwächter apart in a this-shit-again manner: "If you want a "culinary expedition" then I can recommend you perfectly fine restaurants."

"Hahaha, but Ojī-san-"

"Who are you calling an old man!?", she was ignored.

"Surely it would be more welcome by the locals if someone they knew went and visited them to do business?"

Betelgeuse actually lunged forwards and aimed a kick at her legs, which Zeitwächter avoided with an undignified squeak and hiding spot behind Kongō: "You just don't want to talk to people!"

"People are scary!"

"I will show you-"

"Sister."

Zeitwächter had to actively suppress a "no actual sisters call each other "sister" like that", because she got almost thrown into the ocean for that sentence once before.

None the wiser, Betelgeuse's sister Orion held her back with a hand on the elbow and tugged her backwards a few steps: "Don't force the child, let's get them food."

"Are you dumb?", she followed along nonetheless, complaining all the way.

Kongō watched their interaction with a smirk, completely ignoring how Zeitwächter and Churchgrim were cowering behind her.

Said Mental Model sighed: "That was close, lol", then she stood up as if nothing had ever happened and made a hand-heart towards Orion, "I love dad."

"Why is she your dad?"

"Because I'm a bitch."

Sure, whatever.

The actual explanation was most likely that Vanisher called everyone "kid" and "child" – which, looking at her age, was fair – and Orion's unfortunate habit of adopting strays.

She most likely just lost in the roulette of who gets which title.

"Kon-chama, do you have a favourite food~?"

"No."

"Then we'll find yours, everyone has a favourite food after all."

"What's yours?"

Zeitwächter had suddenly never eaten anything in her life ever.

That's what I thought.

About half an hour later, Orion and Betelgeuse returned with enough food for a whole fleet.

Kongō and Zeitwächter looked equally doubtful of what they were planning on.

"Don't stare", Betelgeuse dumped a good amount into Zeitwächter’s arms and a considerably smaller amount into Kongō’s, "Orion wants to feed the Science Department."

"They deserve it", and just when you could think that Zeitwächter jumped to their defence without any motives of her own, she continued, "besides, everything they don't eat can be eaten by us."

Orion truly looked at her like a dad while her sister rolled her eyes and began leading the way: "Move it, star child."

"I am", Orion said, falling in step with their two guests to finally, adequately, greet them, "Flagship Kongō, it's an honour to welcome you here."

"Thank you", Kongō smirked at the stroke of her ego.

"Hey, Dad, why don't I get a greeting?", Zeitwächter pouted.

"I would hug you if you liked that."

"It's not like you like hugging either…"

The other smiled at her: "Are you two travelling together?"

She beamed: "We are! Look at my dream come true!"

"Your dream come true?", Kongō repeated doubtfully.

Betelgeuse let out a "oh my God" under her breath.

Zeitwächter was about to launch into a full fawning tsunami when the grey haired battleship leading them loudly proclaimed: "We've arrived! Get your food!"

While Zeitwächter shot a dark glare, the members of the Science Department came trotting in, all of them Mental Models.

"Where's SW1?"

Vanitas, a destroyer with long, blue hair, bound out of the way in three braids, looked around once: "Still working on her project."

Betelgeuse rolled her eyes, snatched a container and vanished down the floor.

The blue-haired girl motioned for Kongō and Zeitwächter to sit down with them, pouring both a glass of soda.

They accepted and said their thanks, beginning to dig into their food while listening to the Science Department's chatter.

Eventually, Vanitas began addressing Kongō, pointing a fork at her food: "Is it good?"

Kongō needed a moment to swallow: "It is."

"Good", she nodded with a smile, then pointed at Zeitwächter, "Zeitwächter, sit with a straight back."

Said battleship, who was bowed over the table and just about to put the next portion of food into her mouth, made a confused face which then shifted into a glare: "Are you shitting me? Do you know how low this table is??"

She was two whole metres tall, ok? That was a lot compared to all of those tiny gnomes!

Vanitas kept looking, Zeitwächter kept staring back.

This went on for a while, before Churchgrim finally stole a tortelloni from the destroyer's plate, thus making her break the staring contest to turn after her food: "CHURCH! NO-! Ah, there it goes…"

Churchgrim looked really really happy with himself and licked his snout before returning to his place under the table, earning some extra pets.

Now in high spirits again, Zeitwächter ate a noodle, stuck her tongue out at Vanitas and asked Kongō: "So, Kon-chama, how is your first food experience?"

"It's not my first."

She had also already said that it was good.

"Oh?", the other blinked, "what was your first?"

Kongō thought back on a certain beach and a certain green bell pepper: "...Doesn't matter, it wasn't good."

"Why not?"

"Bitter", she grimaced; it was as if she had the taste on her tongue again.

"Many plants use bitter substances to deter predators", Vanitas informed, "I can imagine that those do not taste well."

"Well, I won't be one of them."

"But I will", Zeitwächter made an expression as if ready to face an entire army on her own.

"...Are you protecting me from a plant?"

"Ee", she agreed without a trace of hesitation.

Kongō rolled her eyes: "Eat your food."

The battleship did for a while, then remembered something: "Ah, Vanitas, what was SW2 doing here?"

"She was visiting her sister and Betelgeuse."

More like visiting Betelgeuse and coincidentally also meeting SW1.

It wasn’t like they had a bad relationship, it was more like they didn't have a personal one at all: they knew each other, respected each other and worked together, but that was it.

(Hell, Zeitwächter had had more of a relationship with the spider in her room before the dog had eaten it.)

"She returned back to Queenie, then?"

Vanitas nodded.

"I wonder what she was doing…", Zeitwächter said, thoughts apparently drifting off.

Even though her words could be seen as a repetition of her earlier ones, this time they seemed to hold deeper meaning.

Kongō noticed that, Orion noticed it as well, looked on for a while and then decided to open a different topic: "Do you miss the fleet?"

"No."

She wasn't sure if she should believe that – Zeitwächter liked to be alone, Zeitwächter also liked to lie about her feelings because she couldn't be bothered.

"Are you lonely?", Belladonna, a light cruiser with an ever-frozen smile said.

(Saying "asked" felt wrong, as Belladonna's voice never got higher or deeper, soft tune never changing its personal kind of monotone.)

"I don't get lonely. I'm the Demon of the Fog, after all."

Since the ship now known as Zeitwächter was unknown to the Fleet of Fog and also didn't register as Fatum anymore, they had adopted the way the Fleet of Masks had been referring to her and only changed it to Akuma after units had actually encountered her and managed to get a read on her – as with many things that stuck around for a while, the title stuck.

Vanitas, who was researching why some ships apparently weren't capable of feeling certain emotions even though their emulator proved to be in working order, activated her Energy Life Rings and used them to jot something down. The lunch – I mean, the culinary expedition – ended up lasting about three hours and sapped all of Zeitwächter's social energy.

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Hii i was wondering if u could do a fluffy smut with harry and the readers first time but if u aren’t comfortable with doing smut then maybe harry x reader first kiss?

First time

Hp x fem!reader

Warnings: cute fluffy smut, swearing, soft!harry

Year: 6th year

Being the only virgin in your friend group wasn't all that bad until your friends start to tease you about it.

"Just ask him!" Lavender brown said to me over the table. "No, im not going up to my boyfriend and just popping the question" I argue back. I look over the table to see harry laughing with ron and hermione. "Look just give y/n time, it'll happen eventually and when it does i want a full report." Katie wiggles her eyebrows playfully, causing all of us to laugh. "Does sex even feel that good? Maybe your just over exaggerating" I look at them all, there mouths were hung open. Lavender,katie,Leanne,Angelina start talking over eachother. "Speak one at a time." I say to them. "Well i mean you'll never know until you try it" Angelina looked at me with a smirk. I roll my eyes and continue to laugh and joke with them.

About 30 minutes pass and we are all done eating, we start to stand up. "Hey guys, im sleeping in harrys dorm tonight so ill meet you here in the morning?" They all turn to me, smirks appear and I roll my eyes again. "Oh merlin" I slap my head. "Yeah we'll meet you here tomorrow, but expecting a full report on what happeneds" Leanne whispers as they all leave me. I walk up to harry putting my arms around his torso.

"Hey, beautiful" he smiles as he kisses My head. "You ready?" I nodded as I let go of him and take his hand. walking to his dorm.

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Another movie had ended, laying on his chest still thinking about the conversation I had with the girls. "What you thinking about babe?" I look up to see harry looking down at me. "Well..." i didn't really know how to put this still looking up at him as he furrowed his eyebrows. "You know you can tell me anything right?" "Yeah, harry i know i just dont want to make this an awkward conversation." I sit up off of him as he then sits up. "Then dont, tell me whats on your mind?" I take a breath, looking at him again. "I want to have sex with you" as soon as I say it I wish I didn't, already making myself feel awkward.

He looked at me, in fact he didn't even feel awkward. "Its just, y/n your a virgin and i need your full consent, are you sure your ready? I dont want to push you into something you dont wanna do" I smile a little as I lean up and kiss him. "Im ready, im sure" harry nods connecting his lips with mine climbing on top of me, my back meeting his bed.

"Is it okay if i take off your top" he looks Down at me I nod looking at him. "Love, i need words" "yes, its okay" I smile as he takes it off. Not wearing anything underneath, my top half was completely exposed to him. "So beautiful" he whispers, sucking gently on my left nipple, nibbling lightly. My breathing becomes a little heavier. After a couple of minutes he switches to my right, giving them both the exact same amount of attention.

Now leaving small kisses down the valley of my boobs, moving slowly down getting closer and closer to the top of my pajama bottoms. He looked up at me for permission. "Yeah, take them off" I breath heavily as he slides them off carefully, revealing my panties.

He took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor then removing my panties and then dropping them to the floor. He bent down kissing my thighs, then kissing around my wet throbbing heat. He looks up at me. "If you want me to stop, tell me okay?" I nod.

Harry licked up her slit, doing that a couple of times until his lips wrapped around the small bud, slightly sucking. My back arched, moans started to leave my mouth. He wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me in place, opening my legs even more. "Harry...thats fucking amazing" I blurted out, closing my eyes as my moans grew a little louder. He slid one finger into me, pumping it in and out slowly letting me get used to the small stretch. My moans now picked up my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He sat up pulling out his finger. Putting his lips on mine. He slides his tongue on my bottom lip for entrance, gladly giving him it. Our tongues danced and swirled together, slightly tasting myself on the tip of his tongue. I reached down to touch him but not making it there as his hands pull my hands to the side of my head. "No baby...tonights about you, tonights about making you feel good." I swallowed then nodded. He sat up, getting off the bed and walking to one of his draws, pulling out a condom. He then removed his joggers, seeing his hard dick in his boxers. He also took them off. He climbed back on top of me opening the condom with his teeth, then putting it on himself. "You ready?" "Yeah, im ready." He kissed me again for a moment then slowly sliding himself in me why still kissing me. I gasp a little as he stops not fully in. "Shh, your okay" he whispers as he pushed the rest of him in me. Our breaths become heavier, foreheads touching, eyes closed. He pulls out then pushes himself in again. Feeling a different feeling that I just felt. "Harry you can move" I open my eyes and so does he. Nodding, slightly thrusting into me. I wrap my legs around him. "Fuck, your tight" he moans in my ear. "Harry, please. Faster" he didn't need to be told twice. He got harder and faster with each thrust, the both of our moans mixing to get her along with the sound of our skin clapping together. Harry kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, y/n felt an unfamiliar knot in her stomach. "Harry i think im gonna..." "cum...cum around me my love" he cut her off, not even seconds later she clenched around him letting go. Harry not long after her. He stopped both of them breathing heavily, "oh my..." y/n looked at him smiling away. He pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the bin. Wrapping her in his arms. (Jist like the gif) "i love you" he kissed her cheek answering her. "I love you too"

[michelleleewise]

Lost and Found

Paring: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of illness, self esteem issues, mentions of birth control, mentions of arranged marriage.

Summary: you try to figure things out as life gets complicated.

Part 13-

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Earth-

A month had gone by and your stomach hadn't eased, the nausea still hitting at random times. So you decided it was time to see the doctor. As you say in the waiting room, your nerves were a mess. The last time you were here you had Loki with you. You teared up remembering the day you decided to take care of him, be there for him, and now you had no one to be there for you.

Your name was called and they showed you to a room. You sat alone in silence. Thoughts whirling in your head when you heard a knock on the door. "Come in" you said straightening up. "Morning y/n, whay brings you in today?" Dr Laing asked sitting down. "Well I'm still feeling nauseous, and getting sick alot. I've been exhausted lately and I don't know why." You said. He looked over your chart and hummed. "Have you been under any stress lately?" He asked flipping through the pages. "Yes, a bit. Trying to keep the farm going has been hard." You said looking down. "Any medications your taking?" He asked standing and walking to you. "Um, not really. Just over the counter pain killers and my birth control." You said seeing him nod. "OK we'll run a few tests and see what's going on." He smiled setting his clipboard down.

An hour later you were back in the room waiting for the doctor. You couldn't help fidget either your hands as you waited. A knock came as the doctor came in. "Well y/n, we got your results back." He sat looking at his clipboard "turns out your expecting." Your eyes went wide as your jaw dropped. "H..how......I've been taking my medication for years." You said looking at him. "Well that's not always totally effective, and if you missed a couple doses..." he trailed off looking at you. Had you missed some, it was possible.

He handed you a prescription for vitamins "I want you to go pick those up and start taking them, vet plenty of rest, don't exert yourself." He said placing his hand on your shoulder. You looked down and nodded. "We'll get you set up with ongoing appointments to make sure you and baby are healthy, and if you need anything call ok." He said stepping back. "OK, Thank you." You said sliding off the table heading to the receptionist. You drove home in a daze. You sat at the table looking at the bottle of vitamins. "How am I going to do this?" You thought to yourself as you layed your head on the table.

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Asgard-

"What is it Heimdall?" Frigga asked walking into the bifrost. "You had asked me to keep an eye on the mortal, and there is news." He said looking at her. "Is she OK? What happened?" She asked stepping closer. "She is with child my lady. Loki's child." He said. Frigga froze "I didn't think that was possible. Are you certain it is Loki's?" She asked stepping closer. "Yes my lady, I am certain." He said looking at her. I must inform Loki at once." She said. "He is om Jotunhiem my lady, the king has ordered no one to go there until the alliance is complete." Heimdall said. Frigga thought for a moment. "Then we shall bring him here, I'll find a way." She said as she left.

Frigga walked into the throne room "my king, any progress on the alliance with Jotunhiem?" She asked looking to Thor. "Indeed, I was about to send for king Loki to finalize it." Thor said standing. "That is wonderful news my king, what else must be done?" Frigga asked walking with Thor towards the bifrost. "The arrangements have all been made, I shall return the casket to them, and Loki is to marry." He said continuing to the bridge. "Marry? Marry who?" She asked stunned. "Asgard has no princess, so it will be a noble woman of my choosing. Once he is married the casket will be returned, cementing the alliance." He said

"Are you sure that is wise my king? Loki has only ruled a short time, why not let him settle into his role before he marries." Frigga said as they entered the bifrost "Heimdall, open the bifrost to Jotunhiem and summon king Loki." Thor said. Heimdall looked to frigga who shook her head. "Yes my king" he said twisting the sword activating the bifrost. "Jotunhiem needs a queen and an heir to secure Loki's rule. It shall be done." Thor said. "Yes my king." She said looking at the entrance as Loki walked through. She hadn't seen him in his true form since he was an infant. He stood tall, clothed in white and gold leathers, a white cloak with fur lined the top, and a blue horned crown on his head, similar to his helm. His long black hair framed his face, his skin a deep blue, eyes blood red. She could see the ancestral ridges along his face. He stood emotionless, distant. "King Thor, why is it you have summoned me?" His voice boomed through the room. "Come, we have much to discuss." Thor said heading to the bridge.

Loki went to follow when frigga softly touched his arm. He stopped and looked down at her. "Your highness, I must speak with you at once." She whispered to him. He slightly nodded before following Thor. She shot Heimdall a look before following the kings to the palace. Frigga had to find a way to get Loki back to earth, back to his love. She just wasn't sure how.

Frigga waited in Loki's room, pacing as she waited for him. Suddenly she heard the chamber door slam shut. "That oaf expects me to marry!! I will not!!" He yelled throwing his cape on the chair. "King Loki, I must speak with you as once." Frigga said watching Loki pace back and forth. "I agreed to take the throne, not marry!!" He yelled again, continuing pacing. "Loki!" She yelled getting his attention. "What is it!?" He looked at her, his red eyes staring into her. "You may want to sit down." She said looking at him.

She sat across from him, thinking. "Well, what is it?" He asked leaning forward on the lais. She fidgeting her hands "Loki, son, it was a mistake bringing you here, I see that now." She said looking at him. He didn't say anything, just looked at her. "You were happy, loved. You found what others only dream to." She said, seeing tears form in his eyes. "I fear is it too late, she won't want me after leaving her." He said shakely looking down. "You are wrong Loki, she loved you and loved you still." She said looking at him. "Heimdall has kept watch over her, to make sure she is safe." She said. Loki's head shot up "and is she safe? What's happened?" He asked looking at her.

"She is fine, she has been ill, but fine" frigga said. "Why is she ill? Tell me what's going on?" He demanded standing up. "I cannot tell you, it is her who must." Frigga said standing, walking to Loki. "We must find a way to return you to her, she needs you." She said. "Go along with Thor, for now. I'll come up with a plan." She said as she hugged him. "I'm sorry Loki, for everything, but I will make this right." She said as he hugged her. She pulled back looking at him, cupping his cheek his skin cold "you will hear from me, we will get you home." She said wiping a tear from his cheek. He nodded and with that she left his chambers, determined to find a way.

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[mccall-muffin]

Love vs. Hate - Part 4 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Previous

Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language

A/N: And we keep going... Number 4 for you, lads.

Here is my Masterlist

Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs

4th December 1942 - Atlanta, GA

When we finally arrive in Atlanta and board the train, Sink is, of course, incredibly proud of us for beating the Japanese. However, that doesn't do much for the blisters on our feet. I exhale deeply as I drop into the seat, and Don sits beside me. "God damn, I'm fucked," I grumble, and Don nods in agreement, "Yep, I couldn't agree more." He pulls off his boots and socks, then rubs his feet. "Jesus, I'm never going to be able to walk again," he says dramatically, and I laugh. Sitting down across from us now are George and Skip, who also look slightly pained. They take off their boots too quickly, and it doesn't take long for a real stench to spread through the train. "Jesus Christ," I grumble, holding my sleeve in front of my nose as I slide down in my seat.

"Get used to it, sweetheart," George grins across from me, and I roll my eyes. "Like you could get used to it. God, my eyes are burning," I say, and the boys laugh. "Here, maybe this will help," Don says, holding out a smoke to me.

Suddenly Vest comes rushing up to me. "Here you go, Sarge," he says and puts a letter in my hand. "And this is from Lieutenant Roush," he continues, handing me a piece of paper. "Thanks, Vest." I briefly skim the lines from Roush, who has sent me the program for the next few days, but then turn to the letter. It is from Tommy, my brother. I sit down on my bed and open the letter.

4th December 1942 - Fort Benning, GA

Finally arriving at Fort Benning, we are assigned to barracks and moved into our beds. Our belongings are already here and lying on our cots. It looks like they assigned them the same way as in Toccoa.

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes.

"What's that?" I suddenly hear a voice next to my ear, and Don sits beside me on the bed. "Oh, just a letter from my brother." "Which one? The Marine or the Ranger?" I laugh and look at Don before folding the letter and pocketing it. "The Ranger," I laugh. "I'm guessing Damon is already on a ship somewhere." I stand up and take the paper from Roush again. "Hey, Lip?" I say then and walk towards him. "Yeah?" "Let's round up the guys; I've got news," I say, and he nods before leaving the barracks.

"Okay, 2nd Platoon, school circle in front of the barracks," I call out, and the guys follow me. When we have everyone together, I look at the list. "Lieutenant Roush gave me the program for the next few days. Tomorrow, 0600, breakfast. 0630, the first lessons of jump training begin. In the afternoon, we'll get to know the tools... Until then. Free pass until tomorrow morning." The men cheer and then disperse again. Don immediately puts an arm around my shoulder again. "Well, how does it look, Stark? Are we going out?" I look up at him with a laugh. "What kind of question is that, Donnie?" "Come on! Don't call me that!" "Sorry, Don-nie." He playfully pushes me off him. "You really are the plague sometimes, Liv, you know that?" "I'm well aware of that, Don." "Now go take a shower, you stink," he grins, and I look at him theatrically indignant. Dramatically, I raise a hand and place it on my chest, " Oh my, Donald. How could you say something like that to a lady." "If you see one, let me know, will you?" He grins and heads off to join Skip and the others.

I go back to the barracks and get my shower supplies. As I step outside, First Sergeant Evans approaches me. "Olivia, you're just the person I was looking for," he says, and I look at him, confused. When Evans looks for you, it usually doesn't mean good things. He is Sobel's puppy, after all. "What can I do for you, First Sergeant?" I ask slightly sarcastically, but he doesn't seem to notice, or he's just chosen to ignore it. "Captain Sobel wanted me to inform you that we can no longer provide you with separate showers here. He also said that it's time you got used to it." I look at Evans with raised eyebrows. " Uh-huh," is all I say. Evans eyes me for a moment before nodding and walking away again. "Doggy," I grumble, briefly considering how I will make this work so I can shower in peace.

Then I see Skinny just coming out of his barracks. "Hey, Skinny. Have you seen Don, Skip, or George?" I ask, but he shakes his head. "No, I'm afraid I haven't. They all disappeared earlier. Probably scouting the area. Why?" " Dammit," I curse under my breath. "Well, it looks like I don't have separate showers anymore, and I need someone to stand guard." Skinny eyes me for a moment. "Well... If you want, I could do that," he offers, and I look at him in surprise. "You sure? Surely you have better things to do." "I don't know what. Come on." I consider for a moment. "Fine, but no peeking, okay?" "Promise," he smiles at me, and we walk to the showers together.

I take a deep breath and then grab the pack. "Thanks, Joe!" says Skinny, and then he's already skipping away. "Fuck," I grumble to myself and then light a smoke. My eyes briefly wander to the entrance of the shower barrack, and I can't help myself. I take a step forward and look inside. There I see her. She stands with her back to me and rinses her hair down. I can't see much, just the upper part of her back, but even that is just perfect. What I would give to run my hands over it... 'Jesus Joe, what are you thinking again?!'

Joe POV:

With no real destination, I walk around the shower bar, where I spot Skinny. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I ask, confused. "Oh, I'm just keeping an eye on Liv. She doesn't have separate showers anymore, it seems." I snort and raise my eyebrows. "Well, have fun with that," I say, and I am about to move on when Lipton walks up to us. "Hey, Skinny, Roush is looking for you," he says. "Shit, now?", Skinny asks back, and Lipton nods before continuing on his way. "Fuck," Skinny grumbles. "Hey Joe, can you do me a favor?" I look at him, and what he wants from me quickly dawns on me. "No, oh no. I won't. Do I look like a fucking guard dog?" "Come on, please. I promised Liv I'd keep watch." "Yes, you did, but I didn't." Skinny thinks for a second, then pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket and holds them out to me. "Please."

Suddenly Liv turns around, and I recoil. I hear the water being turned off, and about five minutes later, Liv comes out of the barracks and stops, faltering, when she sees me. Her long blond hair is still wet, and she has tied it into a side braid, but they wet her fresh OD's again. "Where's Skinny?" she asks me directly, and I try to look at her bored. "He had to go see Roush," I say, and Liv looks around uncomfortably. "And what are you doing here?" she asks me then. "What does it look like I'm doing? Wasting my time." Liv looks at me perplexed, which makes me groan in annoyance. "Skinny asked me to take over to preserve your dignity, Your Majesty." Liv snorts out, then walks past me, annoyed. "You really are an idiot," she grumbles, stomping off to our barracks. "You're welcome, milady. A simple thank you would have been quite enough" I call after her, and she gives me the middle finger.

I shake my head in amusement and watch my best friend excitedly discuss something with Penkala for a moment before taking out my brother's letter. Next to me, Liebgott has also thrown himself onto his bed and is reading his comics. I unfold the letter and start rereading it.

Liv's POV:

Back in the barracks, I throw my things into the box in front of my bed. "What's the matter with you?" I hear Don, who is just coming in. Liebgott enters the room behind him, and our eyes meet briefly. "Nothing," I grumble and sit down on my bed. "Hey, we found a little dance club not far from here," Don says excitedly, and I look at him. "I could have told you that." Don looks at me, confused. "I did graduate from OCS here, silly." "Right... I totally forgot about that. But anyway. Unpack your dancing shoes; we're going dancing."

My dearest sister

I hope you are well. Father told me they transferred you because of a disagreement in your old company. I hope you don't let them get you down and show them the ropes. You are strong, Liv; never forget that!

We were stationed at Camp Pendelton the last time, and I was home briefly when I was furloughed. Mom told me that Cindy is going to the Pacific now. It's not definite with you guys yet, is it? Mom is not happy at all. She fears for all of us. Damon is already somewhere in the Pacific, Cindy will be soon, I'm going to Europe, and you... Who knows where you'll be sent? Definitely behind enemy lines.

Mom was crying. She cried a lot. She also kept asking why we were so stupid and couldn't just stay home like Lily. Lily's pregnant, by the way. Crazy, isn't it? I think Logan was with her briefly a few months ago, and yeah... He's stationed at Pearl Harbor and probably won't be sent away now.

I miss you, Liv. I sincerely hope you are okay. I know you don't like to hear it, but if they make your life hell, you should reach out to Dad. I heard about the paratroopers. The training is supposed to be hard, and the dropout rate is very high.

Stop making a face because I know that's what you're doing now. I'm not saying you're not up to it, Minnie because you are, but I'm suggesting that no one judges you if you decide to put all this behind you.

I'm sorry, I don't like the idea of you going to war with a bunch of men. If anyone touches you, I swear to you, Liv, I'll kick their ass!

Well, enough about me. Write to me as soon as you can, will you?

Tears come to my eyes as I fold the letter back up. It's amazing how well my brother knows me. I wipe my tears away for a moment, stow the letter in my clothes, and then change.

Love you. I'll see you soon.

Tommy

George twirls me around the dance floor for one more song when someone taps him on the shoulder. "May I?" asks Skip, smiling at me. "Sure thing," George says, putting my hand in Skips. "That looked turbulent. You and Luz," Skip laughs, and I nod. "Yeah, I guess George got a little carried away." Skip's dancing style is different from George's. He's calmer and less hyper.

The dance hall is quite crowded, but that does not surprise us. Most of the soldiers still have a free pass until tomorrow morning and, of course, take advantage of this. I'm sitting at a table with Don, Skip, and Penk, drinking my beer when George comes up to us.

"Well, pretty lady? How about a dance?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows as he holds his hand to me. "Well, I put on my dancing shoes for something," I grin and take his hand. George leads me to the dance floor and begins to lead me. It's a short piece which is why George is at first fumbling with how I dance, and when he realizes I'm fully letting him lead me, he starts twirling me around. I laugh out loud. "Wow, George. I had no idea what a wild dancer you were," I laugh. "That's not the only thing I'm wild at, Sweetheart," he grins back, and I shake my head in amusement. "But you're a natural."

After dancing with George, Skip, Penk, Bill, and Joe Toye, I need a break. Out of breath, I sit down next to Don, who grins at me. "Had enough yet?" he asks, and I exhale. "Yep, I need a break. Just George alone almost broke me." "Lucky you saved the best for last," Don grins, and I punch him in the arm. "But of course." I look around. Many soldiers are talking or dancing with young nurses stationed here or local women. "You do know you can dance with someone else, right? Find yourself a pretty girl," I ask Don then, and he nods. "I know, but I can't leave you alone with the vultures, can I?" "I'm a big girl Don. I can take care of myself." "Yeah yeah, I know, sweetheart. Come on, let me make you a deal. We'll dance now, and after that, I'll find a pretty girl and dance with her. Deal?" "Deal."

Don leads me to the dance floor. "Wow, lucky I saved you for last. I don't think my feet will survive another dance after this," I grin and Don gives me a slightly hurt look. "It's not that bad, is it?" "No, I'm just kidding, Donnie. You're quite the dancer." Don unexpectedly whirls me off him and then pulls me to his chest. "Didn't I tell you not to call me that?" he whispers in my ear, and somehow the situation is bizarre right now. Then he whirls me off him again and leads me back to normal. I can't help it and have to laugh. "What was that?" I ask, and he winks at me.

Suddenly the man on the small stage shouts, "Partner swap!" Slightly overwhelmed, I look at Don, who shrugs his shoulders, looks up, and then whirls me on. I land in new arms and falter when I look up. "Great," I mutter. Of course, I've landed in Liebgott's arms with my luck. I didn't even notice that he was also on the dance floor. "Breathe a little, Stark. Jesus, I think your feet are better off with me than with Malarkey." I look at him in surprise. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah." And unfortunately, I have to agree with him. Liebgott can dance. "I'll just take your silence as confirmation." Briefly, my gaze wanders to Don, who winks at me and points his head at Liebgott.

I roll my eyes. "Where did you learn to dance like that?" I ask then, not expecting a reasonable answer from him. "My mother... She sent my sisters and me to dance lessons from a very young age. She always said there was nothing more attractive than a man who knew how to dance," he explains, and I'm surprised he's telling me this. "Well, she's not wrong about that," I return, and our eyes meet briefly. Liebgott clears his throat and then looks away from me again. My gaze wanders to my hand in his. Why does this feel so right? I think I see his thumb stroking my hand, but I'm probably just imagining it. God damn it, what is this man doing to me?

Lost in thought, I don't notice that the song has ended, and now a slow song is playing. Liebgott, however, does not seem to intend to let me go and pulls me a little closer. Now I can breathe in his scent, which almost drives me crazy. Inconspicuously, I look around and quickly notice that Don is no longer on the dance floor, and many others have also sat down again. Then I catch a rather unfriendly look from a redhead standing next to the dance floor with her arms folded. When I look back up at Liebgott, I realize that she was probably his dance partner and that he has now just left her standing.

I bite my lips briefly and then smile. Just as he is about to return it, someone approaches us.

"Hey, lovebirds. We're heading out. Are you coming?" George asks, grinning at both of us. We quickly let go of each other, and both look away, embarrassed. "Coming," I say and walk towards the table to grab my things and put on my jacket.

As I step outside, an already grinning Don puts his arm around my shoulders. "Looks like you saved the best for last." "What are you talking about, Malarkey?" I ask, frowning. "Well, you and Liebgott. You don't know how lovely that looked, you in his arms." "Oh, shut up! That was nothing." "It didn't look like nothing to me, sweetheart. I did a great job, didn't I, Skip?" he then asks in the direction of Skip, who is high-fiving him. "You sure did, Malark." "You did that on purpose?" Don grins and shrugs. "Maybe, maybe not." I look at him angrily. "I'll make you pay for that, Malarkey!"

"You'll thank me someday, Stark."

[8bitscarlet]

Witchcraft

Summary: You've found yourself falling deeper into a certain witch's spell. But no matter how strong the magic is, it seems that the two of you just keep missing each other.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (minor cussing)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: This is a fic for @marvelxreaderfanfictionfest writing exchange. This one is for @mrsromanoff and the prompt: "I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you." Hope you like it!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours.*

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You never thought your three month assignment with the Avengers would've extended as long as it has. Missions went by with minimal injuries and maximum wins. You found yourself settling well into the chaos of the compound; the echoing boasts of Thor, the competitive edge of Danvers and the snark between Romanoff and Stark. When your three months were up, it wasn't a surprise to anyone that you immediately signed the contract from Stark, an official placement on the team.

Despite all of the alien blasters, Hydra experiments and Tony's benefit parties, nothing could've prepared you for a single person to rock your world. It started innocently enough; stolen glances at meals and ensuring you two were on the same mission team. As time continued, things turned less innocent; sneaking off during charity balls to suck face in the broom closet, you could recall a few times you were nearly caught in the back of the Quinjet. There was something about this woman. The way her fingers slithered through your hair, how those green eyes made your heart say yes, she stripped you bare.

You had convinced yourself it was witchcraft. It had to be.

Sitting with your cheek pressed against your fist, you find yourself doodling as Steve drones on in the background. Someone nudges you and as you turn, Wanda raises her brows when your eyes connect. With a groan, you raise the pen in your hand. Steve notices, stopping his spiel to look at you with a clenched jaw.

"With all due respect, Cap, we all got in at four this morning. Do we need a recap of the mission right now?"

Steve sighs, glancing at everyone and seeing them agreeing with you. You all had barely had time to unpack, let alone write your after action reports.

"Alright, Y/N. We'll go over how your pants tore mid-fight on Monday."

You point your pen at him, warning him as you watch his stupid smile fill his face. Bucky slaps your shoulders in gratitude, picking up Alpine onto his shoulders as he strides out to find Sam. Wanda's fingers gently brush yours as you walk side by side, sending an electric charge through your body.

"You know, when someone says 'with all due respect,' they really mean, 'kiss my ass'." Wanda glances at you with a sly smile.

Walking backwards towards the couch, you outstretch your arms with a grin, "Because that's what I meant, darling."

Chuckling, you roll over the back of the couch and plop down onto the cushions, your head landing perfectly on a pillow. Wanda lets out a scoff, knowing how many times it's taken you to actually land on the cushion and not the floor.

Flipping through the pages of her book, you watch her through half-closed eyes. A year ago you'd be asking what she was reading. A year ago, she'd curl up with you and explain it all. A year ago, you didn't have guilt eating at you.

Things a year ago were more than good between you. There might have even been a chance beyond friends with benefits. You knew you wanted that. Every time you looked at her, you couldn't stop your pounding heart or the warmth that grew in your stomach.

But you were stupid.

Chickening out every chance you had to ask her on an actual date rather than sneaking around to make her moan. You both had set ground rules, no strings attached. If it got too messy, you both had to call it quits. So, you convinced yourself it was better to quietly love her and keep her, than to tell the truth and lose her.

That was before the year long mission with Carol and Bucky. Before you realized how big of a mistake it was two months in. Before every day texts and video chats diminished to every other week, then every other month. Before you got back to the compound and saw her kissing up on some random benefactor at the Welcome Home Party. It was definitely before she started dating that walking toaster, Vision.

Luckily, he hadn't been around much the past month so watching them kiss and stare into each other's eyes was doable, mostly because you turned whenever you saw that stupid spark plug.

Four months since coming home, you've tried to fill the void the witch had created in your body, your soul. You went out with Carol and Bucky, prowling the town and the bar. Matching shot for shot some nights, waking up in random apartments other nights. Eventually Bucky did what you never did.

He asked Sam on a date and that left you and Carol. Until she started hooking up with Maria and dragged her along so you wouldn't be hitting the bars alone. You had made yourself a pity case.

"Do you need something?" Wanda cocks a brow at you, making a face at your prolonged staring.

You clear your throat, feeling the heat rush through your face, "You look a little sunburnt."

With a shrug and a chuckle, Wanda bookmarks her page as she places it down on the coffee table. Standing, she sits down on the couch, your body automatically scooting over to accommodate her. Holding out her red and glowing hand, you watch her pull off her rings, displaying the radiating tan lines running up and down her fingers. A laugh escapes you as you feel her hand slap against your chest.

"I didn't have anyone to put sunscreen on me!" She groans, "It burns!"

You guide your finger gently down her exposed arm, pressing in slightly to her warm skin. As you lift, you see the true color of her skin before it's bombarded with the glowing red of her burn. Glancing up, her green eyes watch you carefully, both of you not acknowledging the weight of her hand still on your chest.

"An aloe vera massage would do wonders," You whisper, "And I'm all out."

With a roll of her eyes, she leans back into your legs, "You really are a pain in my ass, y'know? When I tell people about you, that's the first thing I say."

Watching her float the remote to her awaiting hand, you grin, "Oho, so you're telling people about me, huh?"

"Please, check the ego there."

For the next moment, the two of you sit peacefully in each other's silence. Wanda was one who clung to those she trusted. When you came back, it was like she had superglued herself to you any time you walked into the room. It didn't help that you were still madly in love and she was taken.

Right now though, you watch her delicate fingers play with yours. Her eyes squinting with laughter as she watches her sitcoms, glancing to see if you're laughing as well.

A commercial echoes through the living room and Wanda lets out a sigh for attention, patting your thigh as she drops your hand. You don't move it as it lands atop her thigh, only gently stroke your thumb against the silky skin you wish could press against yours. Letting out a noise that you're both awake and paying attention to her, she glances over at you.

"Since you got Captain America to actually give us a free weekend, what's your plan tonight, casanova?"

You shrug, "I have early training with Bucky and-."

Wanda moves her whole body to face you, your hand slipping from her thigh as confusion spreads across her face. She lets out an unbelieving scoff,

"You're joking. You used to show up half drunk to training and still kick ass."

She's watching you carefully and you try to keep a neutral look on your face, she knows all of your quirks. Glancing up at her with a small grin, you pull your legs into you. Shifting yourself, you sit properly on the couch and run your hands through your hair.

"Just don't want to go out tonight. It's boring." You chuckle, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Wanda rolls her eyes, "Why, no one catches your eye anymore?"

Another playful nudge and you sigh. All this playful teasing, these light touches. She has to know what she's doing.

Trying to keep a steady and nonchalant shrug, you shake your head,

"No one out there."

And you might've gotten away with it. Instead, you fell into the magnetic pull of those green eyes that cause you so much trouble. As your eyes land on hers, you can see the dilation within her pupils. Then the realization across her face. Her playful grin falls as she stares at you, blinking slowly.

"Y/N," She says slowly, "If you're doing what I think-."

You stand up quickly, your feet taking you to the other end of the coffee table. In two days you'll be gone and you'll be back in the place you hate being in right now. Placing your hands on your waist, you look up from your tapping foot.

"Wanda, I can't keep kissing strangers and thinking they're you."

Silence meets your face. You watch her as she slowly nods at you, "That's exactly what you're doing."

Groaning, she slides her fingers through her hair, pinning it from her face. Wanda lets out a careful breath before looking up at you, "What happened to no strings?"

Slapping your hands against your thighs in frustration, you let out a scornful chuckle, "Come on, Wanda. You know those rules were bullshit! No strings means not going on exclusive trips to museums and restaurants!" You watch her eyes flicker around the room, trying to find a way to disprove what you're saying. "It means not staying up all night when the other is sick!"

Wanda stands up quickly and you can see the look on her face, she knows what you're getting to. Waving her hand to get you to shut up, she tries to get to the stairs but your words blurt from your mouth,

"It means not falling in love!"

Her feet stop carrying her towards the stairs, her body frozen in the middle of the compound. Carefully, you step towards her, leaning ever so slightly to try and catch her eyes. They're glazed over from your confession, trying to understand the implications.

"I left. I..." You suck in a shaky breath, "I thought it would be easier if I wasn't here. You were so adamant about no strings, Wands. I broke the only rule, why would I stay?"

Her head jerks back at your words, her brows furrowing deeply down her face. Without another second to keep talking, Wanda's feet pivot as she shoots a finger into your face. You jerk away from her advance, seeing the growing mist within her eyes as she shouts,

"That's why you left?"

The crack in her voice sends one through your heart.

She turns quickly, her hands violently wiping at the tears that have broken free. You clench your brows. She's angry at you? You're the one who's had to watch her prance around with Vision, you just a memory of romance. Just before she can grab her bag and leave, you call out,

"Well, you seem to have fared better than me!"

As the words leave your lips, you bite down hard and shut your eyes. A surprised choke exits Wanda's throat as she throws her purse back onto the side table, knocking over the decorative bowl of rocks. They scatter across the ground but she doesn't notice, all of her rage is pointing at you. Her fingers run violently through her auburn hair, looking like she wants to rip it out.

"You are infuriating!" She jabs a fingers at you, "Why think that?! Because I'm dating Vision? He's filling a void, dumbass!"

Her words stab into you as her stomps draw nearer, you can feel the heat of her anger. She's not done, she's not letting you off easy.

"Every time he touches me, every time he kisses me. God, Y/N! All I can see is your dumb face."

Wanda's heavy breath washes over you as she finally stops her assault, so close you can see the blue in her green eyes. Her body radiates out to you and you have to force your hands into your pocket to not grab her and kiss her. Your eyes dip to her lips but you see sadness that has quickly replaced the facade of anger. Making a small fist, she slams it into your chest as her head bows. Her arm slides down your body, hanging limply at her side as she looks to you.

"Why didn't you talk to me?"

Wanda's fingers twitch forward, wanting to grab onto you. You sigh, taking your hands from your pockets and resting them on your waist. Your confession was supposed to be more romantic than this. Instead, you brought up issues you both were trying to ignore. You were angry now at yourself, taking it all out on the person you loved. You'd spent too long with all of this pent up emotion though, and it was all pouring out in waves.

"I have to finish my requisition forms. Get my gear ready."

You don't have to look up to know what face Wanda is making at you. It's the same face she had when you left the first time. The way her brows clenched together in disbelief, the pain behind her reddened eyes that threatened to spill more tears, how her chin trembled as she tried to breathe.

Her voice barely passes a whisper but standing so close, you hear every broken syllable, "You're leaving again."

You sigh, rubbing your throbbing temples as you feel your nose stuff up.

"You drop all of that on me and you're just going to turn around and leave?"

Shaking your head, you want this conversation to end. It's obvious where she is and it's not next to you.

"Don't you have a date or something?" You ask.

Wanda's been around you too long to not see exactly what you're doing. She lets out a chuckle, a lethal look in her eyes.

"No, you're right. And that date seems a hell of a lot better than this." Without another word, she snatches her purse from the table and starts to climb the stairs, leaving your feet frozen. Just as she reaches the middle of the staircase, she stops. You can feel her stare burning into you and as you look her way, you wish you hadn't.

"You're a coward."

Those words burn into your brain, rising through your ears and torture you for the rest of the day. The only thing you could think to do was slam your fists into the closest thing. The punching bags. People came and went, eyeing you try and punch away your frustrations to no avail. When the sun finally had sunk below the horizon, one Avenger had enough of your pity party.

"You know she's right." A voice comes from behind you.

You don't respond to them, just dodge the swaying bag. They walk into the room, stopping just inside of your peripheral.

"You're an idiot, you know."

With a chuckle, you sidestep the bag, "You need to be a little more specific."

"You're losing her again."

Another punch, "Uh huh."

Carol sighs next to you, "And you sent her away on her date."

"Yup."

She steps in front of the bag, stopping its movement and stares at you with determination in her eyes, "And you're not going after her?"

Avoiding her stare, you start to unwrap your hands, wiping at the sweat that pours down your face. Stopping, you can feel the cramp in your side and the throbbing of your knuckles. Chucking the wrap, you let out a shrug,

"Is there a point?"

Carol shoves the bag into you, grabbing your attention, "I am not going on another mission with you while you sulk. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Yeah. Guess what name I heard that whole year?"

You shake you head, licking your chapped lips as you search for water, "She didn't say it back."

You hear an exasperated chuckle from Carol, "Y'know Y/N, I'm going to go on a limb and say she wasn't expecting all of that to be thrown in her face."

Shooting her a glare, she keeps talking, "I'm saying this once. If you think this is going to be some cheesy Rom-Com where she bursts through those doors and confesses her love, you're more of an idiot than I thought." A finger jabs hard into your chest as you grimace, "You need to fix this."

Carol leaves you there with your head filled with more thoughts than before. Wanda was happy with Vision wasn't she? She hadn't talked about him much but you knew she had to be. Who were you to go and screw that up?

Night turned into morning and after staring up at your ceiling, you knew you weren't getting any sleep.

Sneaking down the stairs, you see everyone is still asleep. You take the opportunity to sit in more silence and wait for the coffee machine to finish steaming. The sun was just beginning to shine its red hues into the kitchen as you stood at the counter, twirling your empty mug. Lost in thought, you failed to hear the padding of feet coming down the stairs.

"I thought you had early training."

With a quiet chuckle, you lean into the counter, "You caught me."

In silence, you watch the witch pour in her coffee. The same amount of creamer and sugar every time, the same motions every morning since you've noticed her. Turning, she sees your mindless fingers twisting and turning your empty mug. Wanda raises her brows and holds out her hand,

"Refill?"

You hand over the mug and watch her work her magic on the black liquid, turning it into the caramel drink you love. Breathing in deeply, you watch the bubbles swirl around the liquid. You furrow your brows,

"I can never make mine taste-."

"We broke up."

Her words slam into you, your breath catching inside of your throat. Looking up, Wanda stands there in the middle of the kitchen, unsure if she had truly spoken or not. She looks up at you, her mouth closing as she realizes she doesn't know what she's doing.

"What? Wands, are you okay?" You start to stand to go and comfort her, you know they had a date yesterday. Did the son of a microwave hurt her?

Wanda's hand rises, stopping you in your tracks before she takes a quiet breath, "We broke up almost a month ago, Y/N."

Nodding at your obliviousness, you knock your knuckles against the counter as you press your lips into a thin line, "We're both liars then."

"Tell me you lied about the mission," She whispers, leaning into the counter. Her fingers laying gently across yours.

Your chest constricts as you sigh, "I didn't."

You watch her sullen nod, curling hair falling out of her messy bun as you gently graze your thumb across her knuckles. She quietly chuckles,

"We just missed each other."

Stopping your thumb, you clench your jaw. This isn't going to happen again.

"Wanda," You whisper, listening to the sad hum she gives you as she glances up with bloodshot eyes, "I'm sorry. I was scared and... I was an idiot."

Wanda pats your hand with a loud sniff, "I appreciate it, but-."

She doesn't continue. She doesn't want to believe that you're leaving. The love you feel wouldn't be strong enough to survive that time apart again. There's broken support beams and one thing will send it falling down. A far away mission isn't the nurturing this budding feeling needs.

Wanda tries her best to flash you a grin, "Let me teach you how to make coffee."

Before she can turn, you grab her hand quickly, "I'd prefer if you made it."

As you walk around the counter, you gently rest a hand on her waist, watching her carefully. Her handgrips your arm tightly, words stuttering from her lips as she tries to remind you that she's not going. You're leaving her again.

Without hesitation, you press your lips against hers, feeling her breath wash over you in a sigh. You pull her in tighter, leaning your head back to speak,

"Sam's going stir crazy. He can have it."

A smile tugs at your lips as you see her furrowed brows on her face, you place a kiss at the center of the wrinkles, pulling back to see the scrunching of her nose. A scrunch just for you.

"Wanda Maximoff. I love you. And I'm not losing you twice."

Without warning, her lips smash against your as she wraps her arms around your shoulders as you hoist her up. Wanda's legs wrap around you as both of you are smiling so wide that you can't kiss properly. Feeling her cold hands press gently against your face, you look into those green eyes that complete you life.

"I love you." Wanda whispers as her witchcraft wraps around you once more.

[helloalycia]

teenage dirtbag [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: when you're paired with the most popular girl in your grade for Chemistry class, you definitely don't expect to start liking her like that...

warning/s: none i don't think??

author's note: okay so i have a ton of requests to work through but i got sidetracked and before i knew it, five parts of this imagine were written.

It's based off the song 'Teenage Dirtbag' and idk, i thought it was cute to write! Who doesn't love the popular girl!wanda and loner!reader concept?

Here’s a cover of the song to listen to because i really liked it and a girl sings it so it immediately made the song 10x more gay, just how i like it 🥰

masterlist | wattpad | part two | part three | part four | part five

"Are you all comfortable?"

The class stayed silent, watching our Chemistry teacher, Mr. Hale, as he looked to everyone with a raised brow.

"You all like who you're sat with?" he asked again, as if expecting an actual response from someone.

I exchanged questioning glances with my best friend, Y/BF/N, who was sat beside me. It was the first day back in Chemistry class of our final year of high school and we were just waiting to begin.

"Anyone?" he asked, looking around.

"Yeah," a few students mumbled in response so we could move on.

He clapped his hands together. "Great! Well, don't get too comfortable because I made a seating chart."

A chorus of groans erupted from the class, including from me and Y/BF/N. Every other class had successfully managed to not give us a seating chart. I'd heard that Mr. Hale was an awkward teacher who hated students (ironically), but I didn't think he'd stoop so low as to pair us with students who weren't our friends. These new seats were also our partners for the rest of the year and were non-negotiable, so any projects or work we did would have to be with our seat buddy. Fun.

Students began to shuffle to their newly-assigned seats reluctantly as Mr. Hale read out the chart. When Y/BF/N left my side, I frowned dramatically, waving goodbye to him.

"Wanda Maximoff, you're now partners with Y/N Y/L/N," said Mr. Hale, making me look up at the mention of my name.

I didn't get chance to register what he'd said as the aforementioned girl soon approached me, settling her bag on the table beside me. I looked up and saw Wanda Maximoff smiling my way before taking a seat on the stool.

Huh. Wanda Maximoff. She was one of the most popular girls in our grade. Everybody loved her, either wanting to be friends with her, be with her or be her. I'd personally never crossed paths with her apart from the few classes we shared. She seemed nice enough, but I guess I had preconceived notions of what she was like since she'd made the very poor decision to date the most obnoxious guy ever. Anyone making decisions that terrible definitely had a flaw.

She had a twin brother, Pietro, who was also in our grade and played on the football team alongside her boyfriend. Her parents were good friends with mine, through mutual friends, I think, as I recalled my mum mentioning 'Mrs. Maximoff's boy' or 'Mrs. Maximoff's girl'. And I remembered when her family moved into our town back in second grade.

Admittedly, Wanda was the star of the show back then, too. We were only kids, but child Y/N wasn't blind. She was the first girl I'd crushed on, an innocent child crush – the crush that made me realise I liked girls. Apart from that, and the fact that she had a locker behind me in the hallway, I never really thought about her.

I glanced behind me, catching Y/BF/N's gaze across the room as he sat beside some other kid. He frowned, implying he wished we were partners, and I knew just how he felt.

Once Mr. Hale finished assigning seats, he gave us five minutes to get to know our new partners as he struggled to find the powerpoint for today's class. If there was anything worse than getting assigned seats, it was ice breakers.

"Er, well, hi," Wanda greeted, turning to face me. Green eyes sparkled brightly behind a friendly smile. "I'm Wanda. But, I mean, we already know each other."

"That we do," I said with a nod, returning her smile. "How're you doing? Your summer go well?"

She ran a hand through her hair, adjusting herself so she was comfortable on her stool. And as she did, a waft of her perfume washed over me and I blinked, trying to ignore how nice it smelled. Floral. Subtle. It suited her.

"Good, yeah," she answered with a nod. "Could have gone on longer for all I care."

I chuckled. "I feel that. I'm definitely not ready to be back."

"Right?" she said with raised brows. "It's gonna take a while to get back into routine, that's for sure. But I guess I did miss seeing my friends everyday."

I hummed in agreement, eyes flickering to Mr. Hale as he attempted to tackle the oncoming stream of animations on his powerpoint. I tried not to laugh as I looked back to Wanda, who clearly noticed the same thing as me and stifled a smile.

"Have you had Mr. Hale before?" I asked, nodding his way.

She shook her head. "Nope. You?"

"Never."

"Sucks that he makes seating charts," she said with a sigh, before realising what she said and looking to me with panicked eyes. "Not that I don't like you or anything–!"

"It's fine, I get it," I cut her off with an amused smile. "I wanted to sit with my friend, too."

She breathed out quietly, a hint of relief in her eyes, and scrunched her nose with an apologetic smile. Okay, yeah, maybe that was kind of cute. Older Y/N wasn't blind either. Wanda Maximoff was beautiful, with long brunette locks and matching hazel eyes that seemed to change from blue to green to brown in a kaleidoscope of colour. A winning smile and soothing voice was enough for anyone to fall for her unintentional charm, but it was purely admiration. Everyone pretty much had a mild crush on her, you'd be stupid not to.

"If we're gonna be working together, d'you wanna get the whole awkward number exchange out the way now?" she asked, half joking, half not.

"I– er– sure," I stumbled out rather carelessly, before cringing internally. Where did that come from?

Thankfully, she didn't seem to pick up on it (or just saved me the embarrassment of acknowledging it) and was already writing her number on a slip of paper. Sliding it my way, she capped her pen and gave me her signature smile.

"Thanks," I said with a nod, accepting the paper and pocketing it. "Can't wait to start those lovely science projects we've got coming up!"

She let out a quiet laugh at my sarcasm. "It'll be fine. You're not dumb, right? So, we'll be fine."

"Can't promise you that," I joked, making her roll her eyes playfully.

"Maybe if we–"

But she was cut off when Mr. Hale spoke up loudly, interrupting everyone's conversations.

"Five minutes are up, let's begin!"

I wondered if everyone was thinking the same thing as me – that was not five minutes.

"So it begins...," I mumbled to myself, facing forward.

Wanda breathed out, a stifled laugh, probably having heard my comment, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Maybe I judged her too harshly. She wasn't actually that bad.

—

Since being paired with Wanda, I was surprised by how much she'd made an effort to befriend me outside of class. We'd always been back to back with our lockers though not quite speaking, but since becoming Chemistry partners, she'd wish me a good morning if she caught me, or greet me briefly as we collected our books.

She didn't have to, but I could see why everybody liked her now. She was just genuinely nice. Due to circumstance, we'd become partners, but rather than leaving it at that, she made a genuine effort to befriend me. And not even just me, but also Y/BF/N, who was at the locker next to mine. He was as surprised as I was, expecting Wanda to mind her own business as we weren't exactly in the same social circles.

This was, I guess you could say, the start of our friendship. And it was a good one at that. I grew to learn how funny she was, how much she loved her brother, the passion she had for art and painting... she was a wonderful person. Which is why I didn't understand why she was with her boyfriend, Nate. He was a grade-A dick and everything Wanda wasn't. How were they a thing?

It sounds like I'm being a bitch and judgemental, but he really is the worst. The few unfortunate times I shared a class with him or caught sight of him around school, he was causing some sort of trouble with the teachers or picking on students in a way that made it seem like a joke but everybody knew it wasn't.

For example, there was a time when Wanda and I were studying for an upcoming Chemistry test we had. We decided to just help each other study since we already worked together in class, so knew we could motivate each other to actually put in the work. It was, maybe, the fourth studying session we had, and I was going over some notes when I felt her eyes watching me.

"You need a hand?" I asked, unable to take the staring any longer. I looked up at her, quirking a brow.

She seemed to fall out of her daydream and straightened up, eyes flickering to mine. "Huh?"

I gave her an awkward smile, unable to maintain her gaze. "You're staring."

She didn't seem fazed as I called her out, instead leaning back in her seat and continuing to study me curiously.

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

Subconsciously reaching for my hair, I straightened up my ponytail and shook my head. "No...?"

She chewed on her lip, saying after a pause, "You tied it up. You usually leave it out."

Did I? I wasn't sure. I just knew that her noticing something like that made me feel self conscious all of a sudden.

"It looks good," she decided, before offering up a small smile. "You should do it like that more often."

Quickly, I felt warm. Was it stuffy in here or was it just me? God, compliments already made me feel stupid. And compliments from pretty girls made me feel ten times that. It didn't help that she was watching me with an endearing expression, making me focus on my book before me.

"Thanks," I got out quickly. "I– yeah."

Her smile widened before she looked back down to her own book. Suddenly, I became acutely aware of the way her leg brushed up against mine under the table.

Thankfully, the strange fuzzy feeling following her compliment faded and we were able to get back to work without her tuning out again. As we were going over each other's practice questions, an annoying voice shouted from across the library.

"Wanda, head's up!"

"Hey, no talking in the library!" a librarian hissed at the voice.

Wanda and I looked up just in time for a football to smack me in the side of the head. I didn't even see it coming until I felt the thing slap my head, giving me an instant urge to strangle whoever threw it.

"Fuck," I cursed, holding my head and closing my eyes to breathe through the pain.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" Wanda's voice made me open my eyes and I saw her leaning forward, hand resting on my shoulder and the other on top of mine that was clutching my head.

"Been better," I admitted, trying to make light of the situation because as angry as I was at the idiot who threw it, I was also embarrassed because it hit me.

Wanda seemed concerned as she gently pulled me hand away, not letting go as she got a better look at the side of my face which I was sure was burning red. At least that's what it felt like.

"Shit, I'm so sorry."

I looked up and saw none other than Nate Green, Wanda's boyfriend, hovering and stifling a laugh as he looked at me. He had his stupid varsity jacket on and I was tempted to strangle him with it.

"I thought Wanda would catch it," he explained stupidly, before moving around the desk to collect his football.

Breathing out through gritted teeth, I pulled away from Wanda and nodded reassuringly. "I'll be fine. Just need an ice pack."

"You're such an idiot, Nate!" Wanda snapped, looking to him with a glare. "You need to watch what you're doing!"

He smiled sheepishly, making me roll my eyes and clench my jaw at the heat on the right side of my face. Fuck, that really hurt.

"What did you want?" Wanda asked him with a quirked brow. She definitely wasn't impressed. I'd hate to ever be on the wrong side of that condescending glare.

"I thought we could go out," he said like it was that simple.

"I'm studying," she quipped with crossed arms.

"I'm happy to wait," he said, toying with the ball in his hands.

Knowing I definitely didn't want that, I closed my books and said, "It's cool. You guys go. I think we're done here anyway."

Nate grinned. "See? S'all good."

Wanda ignored him and looked to me with worried eyes. "Y/N, are you sure?"

"You know your stuff," I said, referring to the work. "You'll be fine in the test. I'm sure."

I offered her a small, forced smile, before standing up to pack my bag. She did the same, beginning to pack her own things, but her eyes kept flittering towards me.

"D'you want me to go to the nurse's office with you?" she asked, shame laced in her voice.

"It's fine, I'll be fine," I said, hurrying up with my actions so I could just get out of here whilst I still had (some of) my dignity left. "See you in class tomorrow."

She nodded, sending a guilty smile my way. "See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Without giving either of them a look, I shouldered my backpack and left the library. Just another reminder of why Nate Green was literally the worst person ever.

—

Liking Wanda as more than a friend wasn't something that happened for a while if I'm being honest. I guess I started to enjoy her presence more and more the longer we spent time together.

I'd come to appreciate it whenever she'd say something completely out of the blue that made no sense whatsoever, or whenever she'd laugh at something I'd said that was arguably not funny but she didn't want to make me feel bad, or even whenever I teased her about something stupid she did, resulting in her doing that cute little nose scrunch she did. But I didn't think of it as liking her, more just a randomly-formed friendship that I was glad to have.

Maybe it was this misinterpretation that didn't make me see how I was acting around her, such as the time I was in the dinner queue at lunch when I realised she was stood behind me.

"Oh, hey, Y/N," she said when she noticed it was me in front of her. Her usual bright, friendly smile was on her lips as she looked to me. "You good?"

I nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah. Just getting some doughnuts for Y/BF/N and I. You?"

"Same," she said, before nudging the guy next to her, who I recognised as her brother. "Pietro and I thought we'd treat ourselves."

At the mention of his name, Pietro looked down to his sister before his gaze fell on me. A mischievous smile appeared on his lips as he put out his hand.

"Pietro Maximoff," he introduced. "You must be the Chemistry partner, Y/N, right?"

I raised my eyebrows with surprise as I shook his hand. "You, er, know who I am?"

He glanced at his sister with a cheeky smile. Wanda was avoiding both of our gazes, her cheeks dusting pink.

Clearly saving face for Wanda, he said, "We've been in the same grade since kids, right? 'Course I do."

Despite the truth to his words, something told me that wasn't how he knew who I was. Especially since I was sure I'd never spoken to him in my life. But, to save Wanda the embarrassment of clearly having spoken of me at home, I nodded to Pietro.

"Right," I agreed with an amused smile. "Duh."

I moved down the queue and grabbed two doughnuts from the display, putting them in two separate paper bags.

"Dibs the last one!" Pietro exclaimed as soon as I returned the clippers to the display. He reached around his sister immaturely and bagged the last doughnut.

Wanda rolled her eyes. "You know I can ask for more, right?"

Pietro grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on then."

The two were twins, but they couldn't have been more different. I simply revelled in their interaction, finding it adorable.

Wanda did as she said, asking the dinner lady if there were any more doughnuts in the back. Unfortunately for her, those were the last for the day, making Pietro laugh as Wanda pouted.

"Sucks to be you," he teased her, as I paid for mine and Y/BF/N's doughnuts.

"I hate you," she mumbled playfully, but I saw the disappointment in her eyes as he lovingly but annoyingly waved his bag before her eyes.

Without even thinking much of it, I held out one of the bags in my hand. "Here. You can have mine."

Wanda looked to me with surprise. "Are you sure? I can live without a doughnut, if that's what you're thinking."

I chuckled, grabbing her hand and making her take it. "It's okay. I wasn't in the mood anyway."

Plus, you look better when you're smiling and not pouting, I added in my head.

She accepted the bag reluctantly. "I– thanks. At least let me pay for it–"

"It's just a doughnut, Wanda," I teased, before nodding her way. "See you later."

Leaving her and Pietro to it, I headed back to the table Y/BF/N was sat at and took a seat opposite him before giving him his doughnut.

"Sweet," he said, quickly opening the bag before realising I didn't have one. "Where's yours?"

Over his shoulder, I saw Wanda and Pietro taking a seat at their lunch table, doughnuts in hand and a heartwarming smile on Wanda's lips.

"They ran out," I answered Y/BF/N. "Wasn't in the mood anyway. Enjoy."

He shrugged before digging in. I'd like to say I didn't spare glances in Wanda's direction every now and then for the rest of the lunch hour, but I'd be lying if I did.

—

I'm in the art department. You okay to bring it here?

I read over the text Wanda sent me before shooting her an 'okay' and heading to the Art department. I'd grabbed her notebook in class earlier on, only realising as I was studying with Y/BF/N in the library and pulled out an extra one, so I was going to give it her back.

I guess, when you realise you like someone, it comes randomly, suddenly, without warning. Liking someone isn't instant, it's constant and gradual and subconscious. I guess I'd been falling for Wanda for a while, without even realising, but today was the day I acknowledged that fact.

The Art department wasn't somewhere I frequented regularly – give me a paint and brushes and I'd probably present you with a finger painting – but it was definitely worth the visit. Art pieces from current and past students were hung on the walls, a mural of the school was spray painted on another, and sculptures stood around. The whole department brought a smile to anyone's face with its bright colours and open space – I could see why Art students always hung out here, Wanda included.

Speaking of Wanda, I found her in one of the classrooms sat at a stool in front of a series of canvasses. The room had a few other Art students littered around, working on their own pieces during their lunch period, otherwise it was empty.

"Hey," I called, getting her attention as I approached her.

She followed my voice and straightened up with a cheery smile. "Y/N, hey. Thanks for coming. I'm working on my Art project, so I couldn't pull myself away."

I waved my hand dismissively, joining her side. "It's all good, don't worry." My eyes wandered to the series of canvases on easels she was working on and widened. "Holy shit, these are so good."

Three unfinished hyperrealistic portraits of people were before us, one whom I recognised as Pietro. The paintings were so detailed, despite their medium-size, and I couldn't imagine how long they must have taken.

"You think?" she asked, glancing between them. "I think I messed up the nose here." She pointed with the back end of her paintbrush to the nose of Pietro. "It's a bit bent."

I almost laughed as I looked to her with disbelief. "Are you kidding? Wanda, these are amazing. How did you even do this?"

She looked down bashfully, a nervous smile on her lips. "I don't know. It's for a project. I chose to do family portraits." She pointed to each one as she said, "My mum, my dad and my brother."

I was in awe of her talent, jaw dropped with amazement still. I always knew she was an artist, but I'd never actually seen her work. I was starting to wish I'd come here a lot sooner.

"So, you got my notebook?" she asked, pulling me back into reality.

I looked away from the paintings reluctantly before getting her notebook from my bag and holding it out for her. As she accepted it, she must have forgotten she was holding her paintbrush as the tip brushed my wrist, leaving a swipe of red there.

"Oh, my bad," she said with a laugh, before setting her notebook and brush down and grabbing a paper towel from beside her.

Wetting it with water from her bottle, she pressed it to my wrist and swiped the paint away. It was such a mundane action, but the way her fingers gently held my wrist and emanated a warmth only she seemed to carry sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced up at her, letting her do it, and noticed the swipe of paint she had across her cheek, as if she'd touched her face without realising.

Now that I paid attention, I noticed how cute she looked in her Art getup. An old, oversized shirt covered in paint was being worn to cover her clothes, sleeves loosely rolled up to her elbows. Her long hair was tied back into a ponytail, but her baby hairs framed her forehead adorably.

When her hair wasn't in her face, her eyes only seemed more intense, glistening with excitement and happiness. I almost forgot to breathe when they met mine briefly, a hint of embarrassment there from when cleaning me up. She was in her element here and it made sense to me now.

I knew I'd fallen for her.

—

"You don't get it," I was saying to Y/BF/N as we hung about the school gym, waiting for the teacher to start the lesson. "It's bad. I like her. Like, like like her."

Y/BF/N laughed, clapping me on the back with pity. "You're screwed."

I frowned. "I know."

As he stretched for class, he continued, "I mean, I get it, I do. She's super nice. Pretty. And you guys seem to get on."

I chewed on my lower lip worriedly.

He gave me a knowing look. "There's one problem though."

I groaned, running a hand down my face. "I know, I know. She's got that dick of a boyfriend."

He chuckled. "That's one way to put it."

I sighed, crossing my arms with annoyance. Since realising I liked Wanda as a little more than a friend, things weren't going well for me. Whenever we worked together, I'd forget what I was thinking because I was too busy admiring her side profile or getting lost in her eyes. If she spoke about the work, told a joke or was simply speaking her thoughts aloud, I'd focus on every little thing she was saying, knowing I could listen to her speak all day. It was bad, but thankfully I hadn't stumbled over my words or made a total fool of myself in front of her. I was determined to not let it get that far.

My eyes wandered around the gym as Y/BF/N tried to give me advice, but admittedly, his words flew in one ear and out the other when I caught sight of Wanda.

She was standing with her friends, smiling and laughing to whatever they were saying. Like everyone else in here, she was wearing her gym kit – black athletic shorts and a blue and white tee shirt, the colour of our school. It wasn't anything special, yet she made it seem that way, outdoing anyone in here. Her brown hair was tied back, the ponytail falling down her back, showing her stunning profile and making my mouth go dry.

Another clap on the back from Y/BF/N pulled me from my reverie and I looked to see he was laughing at me.

"Majorly screwed," he corrected his previous comment.

He was definitely right.