#excited to see yours!! after i finished Lucky Girl came on and i danced for a while forgetting to

[chrissssssmut]

NOBODY KNOWS

Monster/ Vampire Kiss Of Life (Natty, Belle, Haneul & Julie) x Male Reader

AN: Hey y'all! I'm back after a hectic week! Actually the week's still hell but hey, I was able to write! Enjoy!🙏

The day had finally arrived. After months of anticipation, weeks of planning, and hours of daydreaming, you were finally going to see Kiss of Life live on their first tour. You’d been a fan since their debut, but nothing compared to the thrill of knowing you’d be in the same venue as them—watching, screaming, singing along. And most importantly, seeing your bias, Natty, up close.

As the concert kicked off, the atmosphere was electric. The energy of the crowd, the pulsating beats, the way the girls owned the stage—it was everything you imagined and more. You lost yourself in the moment, waving your lightstick, singing every lyric, your eyes locked on Natty whenever she took center stage. Then, the unexpected happened.

“We’re gonna bring one lucky fan up here to dance with us!” Julie announced, her voice playful and teasing.

Your heart pounded. The odds were slim, but still, you hoped.

And then—your name was called.

Disbelief turned into exhilaration as security guided you to the stage. The girls cheered as you stepped forward, your entire body buzzing with adrenaline. You danced alongside them, the crowd roaring, and for a moment, it felt like a dream. Natty, with her signature bright smile, leaned close and whispered, "You're really good." As the performance ended, she slipped something into your palm. A note.

“Check it later,” she said with a wink before waving goodbye.

The concert ended, but your heart still raced. The note burned in your hand. Carefully unfolding it, your eyes scanned the words:

Meet us by the Praxton Hotel ;), we’d love to have you again :)) Room 709.

A shiver ran down your spine, excitement laced with curiosity. This was an invitation. A personal one.

Without hesitation, you made your way to the Praxton Hotel. Security was expecting you. With a nod, they guided you to the designated floor, stopping in front of the room. You knocked hesitantly.

The door swung open.

"You actually came!" Belle grinned, ushering you inside.

The room was lavish, dimly lit by golden chandeliers. The members greeted you warmly, their smiles as dazzling as they were on stage. They pulled you toward a grand dining table, an extravagant feast laid out before you.

“Eat up,” Haneul gestured. “You must be starving after all that dancing.”

You hesitated for a second, noticing that none of them had touched their plates. Maybe they had already eaten? Shrugging, you dug in, the rich flavors melting in your mouth. You mumbled a thanks, too engrossed in the meal to notice their intense gazes locked onto you.

The moment you finished, Natty leaned in, her voice honeyed. “Come with us. We have a special room where we like to celebrate.”

Something in her tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you followed anyway. The hallway stretched into an eerie silence as one of them led you to a room at the end of the corridor. The door creaked open, revealing nothing but darkness.

"Go on," Julie whispered, pushing you forward gently.

The door shut behind you. Click.

A chill crawled up your spine.

Suddenly, the dim glow of red neon flickered to life, illuminating the four figures surrounding you. Their expressions had shifted—no longer the warm, inviting idols you admired, but something darker, something hungrier.

“How devoted are you?” Haneul’s voice was almost mocking as she stepped closer.

Your breath hitched. "W-What?"

Natty smirked, tilting her head. “You love us, don’t you?”

You took a step back, but Belle was behind you, her hands gripping your shoulders. Panic set in. You turned, only to have Julie push you onto a chair. Before you could react, Haneul straddled your lap, her fingers tracing along your jawline.

“You look delicious,” she murmured, her eyes flashing something inhuman.

Julie leaned in from behind, her lips brushing against your ear. "We’ve noticed you for a while," she whispered, her breath sending shivers down your spine. "A true fan, aren’t you?"

Natty knelt beside you, running her fingers along your arm. "We wanted to meet you properly, to see how much you really adore us," she said, her lips ghosting over your wrist.

Belle tilted your chin up, her eyes gleaming. "You’d do anything for us, wouldn’t you?" She leaned in, her lips barely a breath away from yours before pulling back with a teasing smile.

Your body felt hot, weak under their touch. Their closeness was intoxicating, their voices dripping with seduction. Every whispered word, every graze of their fingertips sent a rush of anticipation through you.

And then, their fangs emerged.

Terror flooded your veins as realization struck. You opened your mouth to scream, but a hand—Natty’s—clamped over it. The pressure of sharp teeth pierced your neck, and a burning sensation spread through your body. The room spun. Your limbs grew weak.

They took turns, each sinking their fangs into you, drinking deeply. Your strength drained with every second, your vision blurring. You barely registered your own feeble struggles. When they finally pulled away, you collapsed onto the cold floor, panting, your body trembling from the blood loss.

You tried to crawl toward the door, fingertips scraping against the polished surface, but Belle pressed a boot against your hand, stopping you. Your eyes darted up, pleading, but she only smiled before grabbing you by the shirt.

"You’re not leaving," she whispered, dragging you toward another door, this one even darker, even colder.

Your hoarse screams echoed through the hotel room, fingers clawing at the floor as they pulled you into the abyss.

And then— nothing.

Silence filled the air as the girls wiped the remnants of blood from their lips, their hunger temporarily sated. Natty leaned back against the velvet couch, pulling out her phone with a smirk. The others followed suit, scrolling through social media, scanning comments, profiles, and fan accounts.

“Who’s next?” Haneul mused, tilting her head as she tapped on a devoted fan’s profile.

Belle chuckled, eyes gleaming. "Let’s find another loyal one. Someone just as eager as him."

Julie grinned, fingers dancing across the screen. "Maybe next time, we’ll pick two."

The room filled with laughter, low and sultry, as they continued their search.

The hunt had begun again.

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[goldengleams]

another cinderella story | l. hughes

summary: after your masquerade dance, you invite luke back to your house to watch a movie that’s right on theme. will he be your prince charming?

word count: 1.8k

author’s note: oh it’s just me being active and posting again!! so excited to be on break for the summer and finally have some free time! this was inspired by an experience i had with a friend and it was so fun to write, so please show some love by reblogginh or liking! leave some requests or messages in my inbox for fun! 🤍

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You pulled your coat around your shoulders as the chilly winter air nipped at your exposed skin, making the climb out of the Uber and the walk to your house that much more dreadful. Your night at your sorority formal had been a blast. This year, there was a masquerade theme and you had gotten lucky enough that your formal was on a non-hockey weekend so that you could invite your close friend, Luke Hughes.

The two of you had had a fun night with your sorority sisters and a few of his teammates who had been invited. Before you left, the drinks had been flowing at your pregame, so you had felt extra loose on the dance floor with Luke as your date.

“Thank you, have a good night,” you said to the driver. Luke quickly climbed out of the car to join you and speedwalk inside.

“I think the cold just completely sobered me up,” you grumbled.

Luke laughed from behind you. “Yeah, you did go a little hard after we finished our bottle of champagne.” You let out a soft groan at the reminder that you and Luke had been handcuffed to each other earlier in the night to complete your champagne and shackles challenge.

“I only had a one dirty shirley but I knew that stupid bottle of champagne would fuck me up,” you said, laughing as you recalled your tipsy self earlier in the night.

“I thought you handled it well, you only tripped three times walking in,” Luke teased. It wasn’t your fault that your best friend had made everyone drink the champagne in a race.

“Well, you knew I wasn’t going to lose to Luca and Bella in the drinking game!”

You and Luke reached the front door of your sorority house and you scanned in. Unsurprisingly, the house was empty, the other girls still at the formal venue or planning to stay with their dates for the night.

You shrugged off your coat and Luke hung it up on the coat rack in the closet along with his own. He had been over to your sorority house many times to study and hang out with you, so he knew where just about everything was.

“I was gonna bring some popcorn and those chocolate covered pretzels upstairs,” You called from the kitchen. Luke came in a moment later, still looking handsome in his button down and dress pants. You wouldn’t admit to it, but your eyes did linger on the contour of his muscles that was evident through his shirt. “I still can’t believe you’ve never seen Another Cinderella Story!”

“Jack and Quinn weren’t exactly interested in Disney Channel at that age, so blame them next time you see them,” Luke laughed. “How does this relate again?”

You huffed out a breath. “It’s a cultural masterpiece because Selena Gomez’s character goes to a masquerade ball where she dances with the Joey Parker, who is the celebrity in the movie,” you explained while walking up the stairs. Luke followed behind you, intently listening to your words. It was hard to ignore his eyes as he focused on you. “And since we just went to the masquerade dance, it’s a must!”

“So she’s the one playing Cinderella?”

“Yeah and she’s a really good dancer but her evil stepmother, who is played by Jane Lynch, of course, won’t let her be with him. It’s cinematic, I swear Luke.”

Luke’s eyes followed your form as you walked up the stairs. Your dress clung to you in all the right spots and your heels you had worn had made your legs look even longer than usual. He tried not to watch as your hair flowed behind you, the new style making him want to stare at you all night.

“Alright, I’ll get this masterpiece of a film set up, so get the snacks ready!”

Luke took a seat on your futon and you quickly clicked on Disney Plus to turn on the movie. You had started to feel too overdressed in your outfit, so you grabbed a pair of pajama pants and a Michigan hockey t-shirt to change into.

“Nice shirt,” Luke said when you walked back into your room. His eyes had gone straight to your shirt and seeing your choice of attire made him smile.

“Don’t be flattered, it was the first one in my drawer,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You quickly grabbed a hair tie to put your hair up in a bun in front of your mirror. You didn’t expect Luke to be watching you as you turned back to join him where he was sitting.

“You look nice,” he said softly. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“In my pajamas?”

“You always look pretty, Y/N.”

You wanted to question what he meant but he turned away and focused back on the television. Recently, you had started feeling like yours and Luke’s relationship was bordering on the “more than just friends” line. He had made it a point to see you as much as he could, which ended up being just about every day. Your friends in your house had started teasing you more and more about how oblivious you were to Luke’s flirting.

You settled in next to Luke and shivered a little, pulling the blanket he grabbed closer to you.

“Come here,” Luke said, opening his arms for you to slide closer to him. The snacks still separated you from the hockey player. You told yourself it was just for warmth, that your sorority house had been known to be drafty in the wintertime.

“You cold?” You teased.

“No, but I know you always are. Your hands are always freezing and you wear, like three layers of clothing everyday, Y/N,” Luke joked. You couldn’t believe Luke paid attention to you like that.

Was it normal to have butterflies for your best friend during a Disney Channel Original Movie?

About an hour into the movie, lots of yelling at Jane Lynch, and one dance break later, you felt your eyelids start to droop. You sat up a little straighter, trying to stay awake to finish the movie with Luke but your night was catching up to you. You could feel him looking at you as you tried to stifle a yawn.

“We can save the rest of the movie for another day if you want,” Luke offered as he paused the movie.

You quickly shook your head. “I can’t leave you in suspense about what happens to Mary Santiago and Joey Parker, Luke. That would be a crime to DCOMs and to you.”

Luke pressed play once again, enjoying how excited you were about the movie and not wanting to miss spending any time with you. “You can rest your head on my shoulder if you want to, Y/N.”

You gave in, resting your head on Luke’s shoulder and cuddling up next to him. You weren’t sure what territory this put you into, since this seemed to be more intimate than anything you’d ever done before. You smelled Luke’s cologne as you moved closer, feeling his arm wrap around you as he welcomed your presence closer to him.

You knew you were a goner right then and there, because three minutes later, you were pressed against his shoulder letting out soft, steady breaths with your arm wrapped around Luke’s stomach. Luke didn’t notice you were asleep until a few minutes later, assuming you had just been watching the movie. He smiled at the sight of you curled up next to him and took in your facial features. After being friends for over a year, he had discovered so many things about you that made him want to be around you even more.

Luke let the movie run on, only half paying attention to what was happening. He had been excited when you asked him to be your date for the night, knowing that there were other guys, including a few of his teammates, who found you very attractive. He would have gone anywhere you had asked him, quite honestly, but the dance was fun and your post-dance plans of showing him one of your comfort movies only made his heart swell more. Even though dancing wasn’t his thing, he knew it was yours, and it made him excited just to see you happy.

Once the film was ending, he reached for the other blanket that was resting on the arm of the couch, not realizing that the remote was right there. The small black box clattered to the ground hit the side of the couch just right so that the sound went up, jerking you awake.

You were so surprised by the sound that you almost didn’t realize you had been asleep on Luke’s shoulder.

“Shit, I’m sorry!”

Luke quickly bent over to get the remote off the ground which gave you a minute to take in the song playing.

“Oh my god, did I fall asleep?” As a true DCOM fan, you knew that Selena Gomez’s song played at the end as the credits were rolling.

“Uh yeah, but not for long. You only missed her and Joey at the end,” Luke said. He placed the remote in between the two of you, since you had moved away from him in your haste to wake up.

“Gosh, I’m sorry Luke. I didn’t mean to,” you said, feeling embarrassed. You had spent the night trying to impress Luke and now you had probably drooled on his nice shirt.

“No, no don’t be. I was trying to cover you up with another blanket and I dropped it by accident.”

You both sat in an awkward silence before Luke cleared his throat.

“You’re cute when you sleep.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.

“I should’ve known my date was a stalker,” you teased.

“Thank you for inviting me, by the way. I had a really great time,” Luke said sincerely. You felt a flush on your cheeks.

“Even though I got a little too tipsy and fell asleep on you?” You questioned semi-seriously.

“Especially because you got tipsy and fell asleep on me,” Luke chuckled. “I’m glad you feel comfortable with me, Y/N.”

“Of course I feel comfortable with you, Luke. We’re friends.”

Luke quickly looked at you with a smirk on his face before huffing out a laugh and shaking his head. He wanted to say something, you knew all of his tells.

“What’s so funny?” You questioned.

“Nothing, I just wish we wouldn’t keep doing this song and dance. We’re worse than Mary and Joey, Y/N.”

Luke took your hand into his. “What do you mean Luke?”

Luke brought his hand to your cheek, the space between the two of you on the couch eliminated as he moved closer. His eyes dipped to your lips, silently asking you a question that you both already knew the answer to.

You nodded, leaning into his touch and pressing your lips against his. Cliche as it sounds, you felt like one of the girls in a Disney movie, kissing your Prince Charming.

Luke pulled away first to smile at you. “Took us long enough, huh? C’mere my Cinderella.”

You giggled and kissed him again, already planning your first anniversary and rewatching of Another Cinderella Story in your head.

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[lesbianicbitch]

Christmas Time {Wanda Maximoff × Fem!Reader}

Warnings: sum mention of fucked up past, fluff, not too long

PoV Y/n

I couldnt sleep. It was December 24th, late at night and i was awake with my girlfriend, Wanda. We had been watching those cheesy Christmas movies for hours on end now. Why? Because hell i was excited for Christmas.

The past years, i never really got to celebrate, because i was living in a shitty household with abusive people. It wasnt a great time, but one day, I discovered i had some kind of super powers. I was able to shapeshift. It was super cool, i always turned into other people.

The avengers had soon seen me, while in a fight. Wanda saved me from getting crushed by some falling down building pieces. I had looked at her, absolutely stunned because of her beauty. I didnt know if i wanted to be with her, or be her. Yeah well, then i felt something tingly in my body and the witch had looked at me with a shocked expression. I turned myself into her. Funny story, because now, she was my girlfriend and i was with her and could be her.

Well, lets get back to the point.

The Avengers took me in and i was now a big part in the team. Everything felt like family, the family i never really had. We had movie nights, would go out, Tony loved hosting parties for literally no occasion. They were always a lot of fun, and also i told Wanda about my feelings towards her at one of those parties. Yes, yes I was drunk, otherwise i was too shy to speak to her.

"My love? Are you okay?" My girl pulled me out of my thoughts. "Huh? yes! I just thought about how lucky i am to have you as my girlfriend" I said with a smile. "Aw, youre adorable. But dont you think we should get some sleep soon? Its already like 2 am and we have Christmas tomorrow!" Wanda smiled. "I knooow, but im not tired and i wanna see Santa" I whined. "Baby, as much as it hurts me, but Santa doesnt exist, you know that" Wanda sighed. "No he exists, dont say he doesnt, you wont get presents otherwise. I put some cookies and milk out for him! I swear itll be gone when we go into the living room tomorrow!" I said, looking at Wanda. She laughed and turned off the TV. "Yeah for sure it will, now come on. If you dont sleep now, Santa wont come for you Baby" my witchy said. "Fine.. but dont you dare take my presents away from me. I gotta pee before i sleep" I mumbled, a little grumpy. I always got grumpy when i was sleep deprived, and i have been awake for super long. "Fine, but hurry your cute ass" Wanda laughed.

i stood up and went into the bathroom and after I finished my business, i washed my hands. Thats when i heard it. Bells, bells of a sleigh. I rushed out to our window of the avengers tower, looking over New York.

"Wands!! Come look!!" I squealed happily. "What is it now, did you see Santa?" Wanda laughed but came over to me. I pointed outside to a sleigh, guided by reindeers. And in that special, flying sleigh, there he sat. Santa Clause. I felt like a little child, overly happy that Santa did exist. Just like i had said. I waved in excitement while wanda stood next to me, mouth agape, not believing her own eyes. Santa waved back to me, making me jump up an down. "did you see that? Santa waved to me! I told you he was real! Santa Clause waved to me!!!" I danced and flapped with my hands happily. "Yeah.. I saw that, my Love.." Wanda said, still stunned by what she had seen.

Eventually, Wanda succeeded in pulling me to bed, having me trapped in her arms. "Santa Clause waved to me.." I whispered, before i fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The Christmas Morning came, and I awoke, being showered in kisses all over my face. "Good morning and happy Christmas my love" Wanda said with a smile, before placing a kiss on my lips. "Happy Christmas darling" I said after kissing her back. "Did you sleep well?" I asked, while sitting up. "More than that, how about you?" wanda replied, pulling me into her arms. "Yes, the very best" I giggled, hugging her tightly.

"Now come on!! I wanna unwrap my presents! I giggled, pulling Wands up with me. We wore matching Pyjamas, both in a Christmas design. Mine was with Rudolph, the red nosed reindeer, and hers was with Santa Clause. We looked absolutely adorable.

Wanda and I went into the Kitchen that was connected with our living room, seeing the big Christmas tree with all those presents underneath. I jumped up and down happily, before saying good morning to everyone. They found my happiness adorable, as they knew i never experienced Christmas very happily. "Before you can unwrap, we all eat breakfast together, we do that every year, come here baby" Wanda smiled, pulling me on her lap at the table. When i got too excited over something, i wasnt able to sit still on my own, so wanda loved having me sit on her lap.

We had various things for breakfast, pancakes, bacon, toast, fruit salad and way much more. It was an amazing breakfast and we talked about so many subjects. Peter, MJ and Aunt May also came to the compound, Tony invited them over. Tony and Pepper where parent figures for me, and May was.. well, like an aunt to me. Peter was like a brother. It was the best family. Nat and Yelena were also like aunts, and Kate was my best friend in the world. She wasnt here today sadly because she spent Christmas with Clint and his family. But theyd come over tomorrow!

Steve could be a bit annoying but other than that, he was alright. Bucky was actually a softie, and Thor and Loki were like uncles. I loved Asgard, and i loved hanging with auntie Carol and Valkyrie. I had a big family, and it was the best family i could wish for.

Finally, we finished breakfast. everyone noticed i couldnt sit still any longer and we decided on doing the dishes later. We all went into the living room, everyone looking for a place to sit.

I loved sitting on the floor, so Wands and i settled onto our big fluffy carpet, me sitting between her legs. It was cozy, everyone was wearing their Pyjamas still, all in a Christmas design.

We all gave each other some gifts, wanting to unwrap them at the same time, while talking a bit over this and that.

Wanda insited I opened hers first and she should open mine. I had gotten Wanda a necklace with our names engraved in a heart and a bracelet that belonged with the necklace which had the date we got together engraved. She was very happy about it and asked me to put the jewelry on her. Then I unwrapped what i got from her. I gasped a bit. It was a ring, not an engagement ring, but a promise ring. It had our initials and our date engraved. She slid it onto my finger and I kissed her. "Thank you so much my love"

Time went by, all presents were unwrapped. Natty got new knifes to fight with, Yelena got a new vest with lots of pockets and I had knitted Thor some gloves, fitting for Stormbreaker. Loki got a new green coat and Bucky polish for his metal arm. Steve got the same polish, but for his shield. Peter got a new lego set while May had gotten a new Jumpsuit.

I had also gotten a new CD of my favorite artist, concert tickets for them from tony and yelenas old vest. I got such cool presents, and this was really the happiest Christmas i had ever had in my whole entire life.

Now we all sat in the kitchen, drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows

"Oh my god, i forgot to tell you! Last night, Wands and I saw the real Santa Clause!! I swear it was him! He was in his sleigh, with the reindeers! He even waved back to me!" I said with a huge grin.

Everyone looked at me dumbfounded, not believing me. Then they looked at Wanda, who nodded. "I saw him too!" Peter said, grinning at me. "Yeah, me actually too" Yelena added to the convo. "Since you explained us who Santa is, we saw him as well" Thor and Loki said. "I uhm.. i did too" Bucky said with a slight smile.

"I told you, Santa was real!" I giggled before kissing Wanda on the lips.

[tate06]

A BIT MORE THAN FRIENDS..? PART ONE

Phillip graves X Reader

Summary- Graves finally realizes you’re more than just a friend.

The moment you open the bar door, the muffled noise heard from outside becomes clear, yet so much conversation and cheers were being rung throughout the bar, you were immediately greeted with a loud cheer of your own by the infamous Shadow company. They shouted your name greeting you, everyone else in the bar welcomed in the same manner, strangers caught up in the drinks and drunk excitement, everyone going with the flow of enjoyment. This wasn’t unusual to see the local bar to be full of warm people.

Before you even finish making it to the shadows’ booth their commander Phillip Graves is already walking towards you, in a swift pull he hugs you, slinging his arm around your shoulder, onto your neck. “We’re finally back, another successful operation” He shouts, the men burst into another grand cheer, “That’s fucking right-“ One shadow called out.

“Took us a bit longer but who cares!” All the men laughed.

The shadows ran this town, everyone always stopping to thank them for their service, they were always the pride of this town. It was no surprise to see many of these shadows paired with a woman for the night; some even had a group of women and men around them asking them about their operations.

“Good to see you, sweetheart” Graves’ winks at you, his arm still around you. He passed you a drink, it was exactly what you liked.

“Eh can’t say the same- but I will definitely be taking this” You accepted the drink you sit down. And begin a conversation with the shadows at the table, you weren’t Graves’ girlfriend but it was clear it was more than friends. So they treated you as if you were his wife, with respect, and cared for you deeply. You had been around them so much for years now, constantly.

After a while you offer to buy a round of shots for them, going up and ordering a shit ton of them, a woman immediately finds your seat and decides to sit down, she wastes no time to press up against Graves’ arm. It was a rumor that Graves, though yes he had a sassy somewhat flirty personality. that it meant he was a manwhore, he gave it up as easily as it came. All they had to do was ask.

You see his cheap attempts to get her off him, he’s too much of a ‘gentleman’ to throw her off, or even try rejecting her straight up. He clearly enjoyed the attention. You deceit to pay no mind to it whatsoever. Not like it was even your problem to care about, you guys weren’t dating, you guys had nothing to where it’d be appropriate for you to act up.

Finally the bartender finishes pouring all the shots, you struggle to carry them back to the table but you manage. Setting them down in the middle of the table, they all thank you and before you can take your own shot the woman takes it as if it was for her. No one notices this, too involved with their own conversation to care. This causes you to scoff, you say nothing but rather just linger around the bar keeping your distance from their table.

Lucky enough you weren’t left behind doing nothing, this bar was known for the sultry songs they’d put on between the night, it was especially popular during the nights the Shadow company celebrated. It was as if it was made for women to somehow make a scene, and it always worked. Men would get on the tables with the women as well and join in the dancing. Everything was up to do, even stripping.. teasingly. Meaning bras stayed on but shirts didn’t have to.

You waited for a particular song to play, anything you were able to dance to. Thankfully your prayers were answered, once hearing the perfect song you instantly got into a table, a few other women followed, having their own tables. Men broke into obnoxious whistles, pointing and shouting at the women in awe, taking in the view of the women dancing. Many women were dancing to a specific man, you honestly weren’t. Wasn’t like Graves’ would pay mind to you when he was busy with that other girl.

You saw a man in the corner of your eye, he was sitting at the table you were on.. he motioned with his eyes, as if asking if he could join you. You shrug, extending your hand out for him to grab and pull himself on up. Immediately you two synced up, he placed behind you, pushing your back onto his chest, his hands placed at your lower waist near your hips. Maneuvering his hands to grip the hemp of your blouse, using his hands to take it off. Everyone howled, at this, you saw many shadows signaling their commander to look up and see you.

He finally listened at their attempt, his smirk wiped off his lips, followed by clear annoyance. You look away from him, and pay your attention to the man you were dancing with. Yet suddenly in a swift movement you were pulled away from the man, now off the table. Finding yourself on Graves’ shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist. Effortlessly carrying you as if you weighed absolutely nothing.

“Ain’t this classy.” His voice was dripped in sarcasm, he was clearly pissed.

“At least I didn’t allow some random bitch to throw themselves at me” You sung back, referring to earlier.

“Shut up that's not how it went” He carried you all the way out the bar, you two reached his truck. Setting you down in the passenger seat, looked down at you. You grabbed your blouse from his hand.

“Go on and cover up.”

“At least I didn’t take my bra off.”

“Yeah. At least. What a plus.” Again his stupid sarcasm peeked out.

He slams the truck door shut once you're fully in, getting into the driver seat beginning to drive in an instant.

“Where are we going-“ Asking as you shift, fixing yourself up in the seat.

“I’m dropping you home.”

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[moseslikellamas]

♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.18

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - A dance is held.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, feelings of shame, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

Hiiiiiii. I decided to skip the other questioning scene mostly bc I just didn’t wanna write it. I might do a flashback to it later but 🤷🏻‍♀️. Anyway!! I hope we all have a homie like Martyn who will forgive our crimes no questions asked. Here’s some nice Harp music if u want the vibes. All the songs mentioned are in asoiaf.

Shanda was oddly excited given the circumstances, Benjicot had, as he promised, ripped her to shreds during questioning. It was embarrassing to even think about it. She had never been very good at hiding her emotions, displaying them on her face clear as day. He had known that and used it to a harrowing degree. It was lucky she had Martyn to back her up or it would’ve been even worse. Her brother was another can of worms she still had to deal with. But none of this was why she was spinning around her room, excited.

After the disaster of questioning, Lord Elmo had made an announcement.

“Alright you mangy cunts, before I break your hearts and shatter your dreams, I have a proposal. And no, it is not voluntary. You will show up.”

Grumbles went up at that but he had only shot a look that communicated death on protest into the crowd before continuing.

“We’re going to have a dance tonight. That’s right, a proper ball! Now, when was the last time we were all together like this? This is an opportunity for you all to start fresh and build some new relationships. You will behave or I promise a little dance with a pretty girl will be the least of your worries.”

The room was buzzing with whispers before he even finished and Shanda had missed whatever he said after that. As she had already made her way through the crowd to her brother.

“I believe we’ll have a chance to sneak out before it ends to truly talk. I swear, I’ll tell you everything.”

To his credit, Martyn hadn’t been upset at all. Just nodded before he melted into the crowd, losing her and any prying eyes. It was just as well he did as Alysanne found her right after.

“Come on, let’s find something for you to wear.”

Shanda had decided to forgive Alysanne as she hadn’t testified against her. Not that the testimony wouldn’t really contribute one way or the other in the end. It was the thought that mattered. So she let her lead the way.

“How do you know these halls so well?” She asked after the third winding corridor they had turned down.

“Go to enough of these trials and you get bored. Elmo’s like a grumpy uncle, doesn’t mind me poking around a few places. Given I do my part to sway the idiots at home when sentencing rolls around.”

“Are you ever successful?”

Alysanne laughed, grabbing her arm. “Sometimes. Mostly no, but I do try my best.”

Shanda nodded, that was as she figured. At last they came to a door that looked the same as any other but when Alysanne pulled it open, it appeared to be a clothes storage room.

“How strange. Why do they have this?” She asked, looking in at all the various pieces.

“Hand me downs. Elmo says they’ve got generations of Tully ancestors' clothes in here. Which is why he doesn’t mind that we borrow some. Now let’s look.”

Shanda had not looked long when she came across the dress she wanted. It was made so that two pieces joined together over one another. The sleeves were a part of the undergown and blue, so dark it was nearly black. The overgown of the dress was an intricate gold design with calla lilies stitched on in white. It took her breath away. She hadn’t even bothered to see what Alysanne was getting, just grabbed the dress and left.

That led her to where she was now, happily spinning around her room in the beautiful gown. It would be nice to have a single night where she didn’t have to worry about anything. She could just dance and eat, then sneak away to beg her brother's pardon for lacking the good sense the gods gave her. She thought it was ambitious of Lord Elmo to think they could pull this off without any quarreling. But perhaps everyone could behave for just one night.

A knock sounded at her door. She moved to answer it and was delighted to see Martyn standing outside.

“Seems we’ve finally convinced them I’m not going to abscond with you.”

She snorted, taking his offered arm. “Yeah right. Lord Elmo probably tripled the guards for tonight. Fat chance we’ll be sneaking anywhere.” She said loudly enough the guard at her door could hear. It was the first time she had seen him actually stand outside her door.

She dragged her feet so they would not arrive so soon.

“Martyn, I should’ve warned you. I knew he was going to be insane. I, well, suppose I was ashamed.” Her face was tinged pink with remembrance.

“I don’t care. I never did. That day Royce pushed you in the river, I nearly cut his head off.”

She stopped at that, putting a hand on his chest shocked. “You didn’t.”

He rolled his eyes at her before continuing to walk. “Obviously, he’s still here. But I strongly considered it, crazy thing is he would’ve let me. He just accepted that I would kill him and that he deserved it.”

Shanda frowned, her brother had a haunted look in his eyes telling her.

“It’s not right. All of us are fighting. Our mother would be livid to see it, Shan.”

That tugged a smile on her face. Their mother would be yelling at them all.

“‘Family’s all you’ve got!’” She mimicked and Martyn chuckled.

“Too bad she left us with this family and not some other one.” He sighed.

“Come on, let’s find Royce. See if we can’t get him drunk enough to forgive me.” She exclaimed as they entered the great hall once more.

All of the tables were removed, besides the few that held food and drinks. Beautiful streamers of blue and red covered the corners of the room, embroidered with the Tully sigil. Shanda was awe struck by the bead work on them, they flashed iridescent giving the impression of real life scales.

“Let me talk to him first.”

He was gone by the time she replied off handedly, “Yeah, sure.”

She had gotten up close to the banner, admiring the impressive needle work. The beads were pieces of broken clam shell, sewn into the fabric. It must be tedious work to break the shells and then make holes in them.

“A Tully specialty.”

She jumped at Lord Elmo’s booming voice. She’d been so focused she hadn’t noticed him approaching.

“It’s beautiful. Must be awfully tedious work though.” She smiled up at the lord.

“No more so than presiding over court.”

She blushed at that, feeling a bit ashamed.

“I suppose not.”

He clapped her on the back. “Ah don’t worry about it! It always works out in the end. Though, not so well. Or else you all wouldn’t keep coming back.”

On that rather contradictory note, the lord left. Flowers of spring was playing in the background as she looked around the room. It was evident that the riverlanders had taken Lord Elmo’s words to heart. As she saw many of them talking cordially and a few brave souls had even dared to dance.

“May I have this dance, m’lady?” It was Beck Grey who asked.

“Is that? No, it couldn’t possibly be Rebecken Grey. He’s only five two and has a gap tooth.”

Beck smiled at her, every tooth gleaming in the torch light as he led her onto the floor.

“Amazing what seven years will do for a man, is it not?”

They spun around the floor together effortlessly. Beck was a cousin of hers on her mother’s side and it had been a great deal of time since she had seen him.

“I have to agree, it will do wonders. My knees are not half so knobbly now and my aim is much improved.”

“So I hear. Is that how you managed to almost slay Benjicot?” He smiled coyly at her.

“Oh cousin, a dance is not enough for secrets I’m afraid. But if Aunty Harra really wants to know, tell her I’m sure we can work out a deal.”

He shook his head at her ruefully. “Some things never change, eh?”

Before she could answer him they were interrupted.

“Mind if I cut in?”

Shanda would’ve advised her cousin that yes they did mind but he had already stepped aside. He shot him a nasty look as he walked away but he just winked.

“How are you enjoying the dance?” Benjicot asked once they began to move together.

The song had switched to Fallen Leaves which was slower and much sadder.

“Fine before you butted in. Can’t find another pretty girl to bother in all of the riverlands?”

They swayed back and forth, barely turning about.

“Why should I? I’ve made my intentions clear.”

“How about common decen-“

He interrupted her, pulling her closer so he could whisper in her ear.

“Decency is me covering for you while you sneak out to try and rebuild your sibling bond.”

She pulled back aghast. How did he know? Rolling her eyes she blew out a frustrated breath.

“Stop spying on me!”

“Okay sweetheart, but you might want to make your move now. I think the little one is making a break for it.”

Shanda saw what he meant as she met Martyn’s eyes across the floor. He looked exasperated and was quickly going after a hurried Royce.

“Shit.” She muttered before rushing after them.

Benjicot pulled her up short though.

“Wait, half the room will see you follow if you go now. Dance one more with me.”

He was probably right but she really didn’t care at the moment.

“No, I’ll miss them if I wait!”

But he held on to her firmly as the song shifted into the familiar tones of Fall of Maidenpool. She wrinkled her brow as the harp picked up.

“Lord Elmo’s a bit on the nose with this one.” She laughed.

“What do you mean?”

She gave him an incredulous look. “You’re joking right?”

When he stared blankly at her she groaned and explained.

“It’s about the fall of Maidenpool, the defeat of a Riverlander by the Andals. Florian the brave, one of the last great kings. It’s a metaphor for all of us. Hatred, spite and violence are our Andals, and we let them in every day. Tearing ourselves apart from the inside and because of it our lands are weak, disorganized. Ready for a collapse, just like Maidenpool.” She sighed, gutted at the thought.

When she looked back at Benjicot, he was staring at her.

“I think you’ll be safe to go now.” He whispered.

She was out of his grasp and out the door in the next instant, the sound of Maidenpool drifting further away as she looked for her brothers. Walking along the halls it didn’t take her long to hear them.

“…sense of it!”

“Just wait! She’s coming to explain.”

Martyn’s expression was one of relief as she rounded the corner and layed eyes on him. Royce was standing upright looking tense, whereas Martyn sat calmly on the floor.

“See,” Martyn beamed. “Here she is.”

“Right well, explain then.”

“Royce, you hot headed fool.” She held up a hand to silence him when he tried to interrupt her. “Listen to me. However much I grieve that mother went away in hopes of procuring me a suitor, I do not hold myself responsible and do you know why?”

He silently raged in front of her.

“Because our mother could not be swayed nor bullied into doing anything less than what she set out to do. There was nothing you, me or even our father could’ve said to pull her back. Secondly, I have not given up hope on finding her killers and if you give me some time I just might.”

“Oh bullshit, Shanda. You can’t sneak your way into finding everything out.”

“No but you can fucking negotiate your way into just about anything. Pull your head out of your ass! The entire riverlands is here, Royce. Waiting in that room for three very interesting Brackens to chat them up. They are dying for us to talk to them, make a move. Do something useful and help me!”

She could see the struggle playing out in her brother's mind across his face. He made a frustrated noise before running his hands through his hair.

“What do I say?”

Shanda smirked at Martyn before the three of them set to scheming.

[mines-camren]

THE FIRST MEETING

Part 3

Summary: Just my take on Kate Martin and Caitlin Clark Meeting for the first time.

Rating/warning: 18+ (smut)

Kate Martin POV

After taking Caitlin to the Iowa football game we all decided to go to an after party. We wanted to show her a good time and so far by the looks of it she was having fun. Gabbie and Monika were keeping Caitlin busy most of the night, even getting her to dance, which she wasn’t the best at but looked adorable while trying.

I was standing off to the side in the corner and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her the whole night, something about her was special. As I was watching Caitlin and the girls out on the dance floor, a girl I use to hookup with often on the softball team named Amanda came up to me. “Hey,” she said “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

I finally tore my gaze from Caitlin and focused my attention to the short blond who was talking to me now. “Yeah sorry about that, basketball has been keeping me pretty busy.”

She leaned toward me and grabbed my waist, “well miss basketball star you don’t look busy now. Don’t you miss me?” She said as she looked up to meet my eyes. I couldn’t help but smile and looking at her now more closely I could tell Amanda had a couple drinks and was trying to be flirty.

I pulled her closer and bent down so I could whisper in her ear, “You know I miss you, but don’t start something you can’t finish.” I looked at her with a smirk, I liked teasing her and I know she loved it.

She bit her bottom lip and had a look in her eyes that looked like she wanted to devour me right then and there.

Amanda quickly grabbed my hand and dragged me through a crowd of people. I had no time to protest and honestly I didn’t want to, it had been awhile since I hooked up with anyone and it would be nice to release some of this tension I’ve built up.

I let her lead the way excited about what was to come but I took one last glance toward the girls and locked eyes with Caitlin. She looked confused, I could see her eyes looking back and forth between Amanda and I.

I quickly avoided her gaze, I didn’t care if Caitlin knew I was gay or not but I didn’t want her to think I was a person who sleeps around. Even though I’ve gained a bit of a reputation with the women’s softball and soccer team but she doesn’t need to know that.

As I was beginning to worry, Amanda finally found an empty room and pulled me in. As soon as the door shut I pulled her flush to my body and our lips crashed together in a messy kiss. All I wanted to do was forget about Caitlin and her stupid big brown eyes.

I pushed my tongue past her lips and Amanda gladly let me explore her mouth. As I ran my fingers through her hair we both moaned into each other mouths. I picked her up and put my hands on her ass to hold her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I then walked us to the bed and laid her down without breaking our kiss.

We were both breathless when I broke the kiss to attack her neck, I nipped and sucked on her pulse point while grinding my hips into hers. Amanda moaned loudly, “fuck Kate, please touch me, I need you inside me.”

I grabbed her face to give her a hard kiss and bit her bottom lip. I whispered hotly in her ear,

“How do you want me to fuck you baby?” I told her breathless, “do you want my fingers or tongue?”

She cried out desperately, “your tongue, I wanna fucking cum in your mouth.”

Hearing that made my hips buck up hard into hers, Amanda was always good at working me up with her dirty talk.

“You know I don’t let many women cum in my mouth so you’re lucky I’m horny and miss the way you taste,” I said with a smirk as I began to unbuckle her jeans and just pulled her panties down at the same time.

She kicked them off and said, “oh shut up you love when I talk dirty.” Now that she was completely naked from the waist down, I spread her legs open and pinned them down to the bed.

I stared in awe at how wet she was, “fuck you’re so wet baby and your pussy looks delicious.” I couldn’t wait a longer, I brought my face to her dripping center and licked her from her entrance to her clit.

Amanda cried out and bucked her hips up into my face and I tightened my grip on her thighs to keep her still while I continued licking her.

I then dipped my tongue into her pussy as deep as I could. I started to fuck her with my tongue and my nose was hitting her clit, she couldn’t stop moaning. I loosened my grip on her hips so she could grind into my mouth and she started losing control.

“Fuck Kate I’m gonna cum,” she cried out and I don’t know why but at that moment the thought of Caitlin screaming my name like that crossed my mind. Once that happened I couldn’t stop myself, I thought about what Caitlin would taste like and if she would moan just as loud as Amanda or was she more quiet in bed. Hell I wondered if she’s ever been with anyone period.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and focused on making Amanda cum.

She was shaking, “I’m cumming baby fuck don’t stop,” I let her ride out her orgasm as I cleaned up all her juices.

“God that tongue of yours is amazing,” she said out of breath. I wiped my mouth and laughed as I came up to give her a quick kiss, “you’re welcome,” I said.

She looked at me, “now it’s your turn, miss basketball” she smile and began to take my sweats and panties off.

I’m not gonna lie, I was horny as hell and wanted my release but Caitlin was still on my mind. I felt bad but not bad enough to stop so I found a loophole. I grabbed Amanda and kissed her deeply, “I wanna try something,” I told her. “Lay on her stomach, I wanna fuck myself on your ass.”

I thought if I didn’t look at her it wouldn’t be as bad. It’s all I could think of and she was more than willing. She got on her tummy and stuck her ass in the air, I licked my lips as I straddled her ass cheeks and lowered my wet pussy. I stared to grind down hard on her so my clit could get as much friction as possible.

I kept moaning while moving my hips faster back and forth, building up my orgasm. I was so close, I wanted to cum so badly but again Caitlin came into my mind and I thought of her big brown eyes and I couldn’t hold off anymore, I came hard.

“Holy shit,” I said as I laid down back on the bed tired as hell.

“So who the fuck is this Caitlin girl?” Amanda said as she stood up and started looking for her clothes.

I shot up from my place in bed, “What are you talking about?”

Amanda looked pissed, “really Kate, you’re gonna play dumb? You literally just moaned her name out when you came on my ass!” She shouted, I started to get up and tried to console her, “hey I’m really sorry, I didn’t even realize I did that.”

She pushed me away, “just get away from me Kate.” She got dressed quickly and left the room. Fuck I messed up bad, I got dressed and headed out the room. The party was dying down and I saw Gabbie, Monika and Caitlin talking so I walked up to them.

“Hey guys are y’all ready to go soon?” I asked as I put my hands in my pockets and avoided eye contact with Caitlin. She was staring at me, taking in my appearance which I hoped wasn’t too bad.

“Yeah it’s getting late we should call it a night.” Gabbie said and then Monika had to open her mouth. “Hey where were you most of the night. I couldn’t find you anywhere. Were you off hooking up with someone?” She laughed

“Oh shut up and let’s go!” I tried to play it off as we walked out the house.

I felt a tug on my arm, “hey can we talk for a little bit,” Caitlin said to me and I stayed cool. “Yeah of course,” I said. “hey guys I’m gonna take a walk with Caitlin we’ll meet up with y’all later.”

I was nervous about being alone with Caitlin but I was also kind of excited.

[dufreydiaries]

Dufrey Diaries Chapter 24

Lucline skipped backwards, her conjured spear unable to pierce the powerful ward her mentor had used. She jumped sideways and pushed the butt into his side, making him let out his air in a gasp. She attempted to drive a kick into his exposed stomach but he moved and she barely stopped herself from crashing into a book shelf. She heard the sound of casting and spin her spear, dispelling the fire bolt as it came for her.

"I see, even after three years, you've not lost your edge. Perhaps I underestimated how difficult it would be if you bonded with the child."

"Why send me at all? You had to know I wouldn't comply with hurting a child. What was the plan?" She made three swift jabs at him.

He deflected each one as he answered. "She was supposed to be grabbed from her own bedroom. You two were supposed to be too late to save her from the brotherhood. As one of our best, there would be no Stigma from the Society as there was no way to connect us to them. And when we were done with the Brotherhood, we intended you and Rasina to deal with the underlings. You two would have been famous for taking down a cult and the Society would have keep running while Vanus came back into his powers in the few form."

Lucline could feel Vanus' contempt from where he was working and trying to help Tira.

"Did you know Vanus spoke to me, from his soul gem?" She asked him as they continued their dance around the room.

"How lucky you are, is he excited to come back to life?"

"No, he wants to be released to pass on."

Arnlec sighed as he stepped back. "I was afraid of that. I didn't even think of trying to speak to his spirit. I assumed being in the crytsal was torture and he would want a body back."

Vanus called out. "Well, he's not wrong about the pain. But it's not worth the life of a child."

"He said it's not worth the life of a child." She heard the door open and saw from the corner of her eye a Breton woman in the robes of the Brotherhood. "Hey, stay out, your boss told you… Mother? Why are you here."

The Breton woman, Lucline's own mother only smiled and flicked her hand at Tira. A spike of ice shot forth and flew towards the girl. She did not think, releasing her conjured spear. She jumped, trying to block the icy blast with her own body. However, she felt magic push her back. She looked up to see a determined look on the spirit of Tira, her hand out streched. The spirit had thrown magic at her and pushed her back from the spike.

Lucline screamed as the spike slammed into Tira's small chest. She could see the spirit link between Tira and her body sever.

"There, now the foolish child cannot go back." Her mother's cold voice, colder than any magic, spoke. "Hurry, Arnlec. Heal the body and pulled Vanus spirit in before the body starts to decay."

Arnlec, however, coughed. Lucline saw blood come from his lips. She recalled his words.

"You old bitch!" She yelled at her mother. "He was linked to the ritual. You killed Tira so you killed Arnlec."

She got up on shaky feet.

"Oh do shut up, you disappointment. I'll deal with you…"

She never got to finish those words, as Lucline had leapt across the room and struck her mother in the stomach. She smiled as she saw her tormentor fall unconscious on the floor. But she had no time in savoring the moment. She turned and ran to Vanus.

"Vanus, can she still be saved?"

The spirit of the High Elf was sweating, she had not know they could do that. "Yes, but it will not be easy."

"What ever it takes. Please, save Tira's life. Even if I have to give up my own life or body, please save her."

"I can think of but one way. Tira, let me show you what I have in mind."

Something passed between the two powerful spirits. Tira nodded. "I like it."

"Miss Lucline, are you sure you are willing to do anything for Miss Tira?"

Lucline had looked at the girl. "I may have only known you for a few days, but I know I love you. If I could, I would adopt you in a heart beat. I would see all your dreams come true."

Tira was crying. "For some time, I've caught glimpses of what is to come. I told my parents ages ago that I wouldn't be with them for long. They knew someone else would raise me. From the moment I first laid eyes on you, Miss Lucline… I've had to resist the urge to call you Mama. I love you too, Mama."

Lucline was crying now as well, wishing she could hold the girl in her arms.

"As you are willing, Miss Lucline, I shall created a new body for Miss Tira from an egg in your womb. You won't carry her or anything but biologically speaking, she will be your daughter. There is a chance though that you will never be able to have more children after."

Lucline took a deep breath. "I understand. I grant you permission to use my egg to make a new body for Tira. I accept the risk."

Tira was sobbing now and tried to hug her but passed right through her.

"Patience, child. You can hug your savior soon. Now, I required you to remove a hair and coat in in blood from yourself and Miss Tira."

Lucline took out a hairbrush from her pouch and carefully removed a hair from it. "I always keep track of every lost hair."

"Good practice."

Vanus gave her a smile as she wet one end in Tira's blood from her poor broken corpse. Then she summoned a daedric dagger and pricked her thumb and spread her blood on the other end of the hair.

She handed the hair to Vanus who somehow took it. He started chanting and there was in intense pain in Lucline's body. She fell over, having contractions and seizures as the spell went on. She bit her lip, enduring the pain. It was for Tira's sake. She blacked out as some power came out of her and the pain ended.

*Elder-Scrolls*

Lucline awoke in her old bedroom in the Dufrey mansion. She blinked and looked at a blonde girl with blue eyes looking at her. Her hair was long and completely unruely as the girl smiled.

"Mama, you're awake!" Tira's voice came from the girl and Lucline felt her eyes sting as she held open her arms.

The child she had taken a shine too, born again from her own flesh. She felt a lover far deeper than she had ever know before as she held Tira in her arms. The door opened and Rasina came in her left arm in a sling. She had a nasty cut over her right eye that was closed but not healed.

"Why didn't you let anyone heal that with magic?" Lucline asked, worried at the answer.

"They did, on my arm. It's just sore and I was told to keep it still. As for the cut above my eye, I've decided to let it heal on it's own. If it scars, it will remind me of the battle with my Aunt. I wish I could have taken her alive but she accidentally stepped in front of a spell from Lobamog's opponent. We all won our fights, though Vasfer's condition is critical. Not sure what he was hit with but magic doesn't seem to be fully healing it. We came in to find Tira in her new body watching over you. I thought she was going to take my head off for a moment there. By the way, we are calling her Tiara Dufrey, Tira for short. She's always liked tiara's so we decided her new name as a Breton should reflect that. Your mother is to be hanged for murdering Riatira, a prisoner of the Brotherhood. Your father faces life in prison."

"Wow, I missed a lot. Tira, are you OK with taking my name?"

Tira giggled and kissed her cheek. "More than OK, Mama."

She run her hands through Tira's hair and started to braid her hair in a little crown again.

"We'll get your signed up to be a squire just as soon as you turn seven." Lucline promised. "Though, not sure when that is."

"I suggest we keep her same birthday." Rasina chuckled. "We are telling people that Tira was the reason you were shipped off to Hammerfell. Got pregnant off a one night stand and they hid the fact you had a child for a few years before you left to raise your daughter where you didn't have to hide her to avoid family shame."

Lucline snorted. "Like I would have a one night stand with a man. Still, it's pretty good as stories go. I could see my parents doing that. Things are going to change, real quick, you know?"

Rasina nodded. "Least of all, you are head of the Dufrey family now. As eldest, your criminal parents cannot appoint either of your siblings, who are busy with their own pursuits in any case."

Lucline frowned. "Wait, so I have to stay here and take care of the estates?"

Rasina nodded. "Plus being a Lady. That's alright. I cannot go back to Hammerfell, with the bounty on my head. Think you might have room here for a Redguard Ansei who likes it in your bed?"

Lucline grinned. "Well, I am a mother but I've not even been pregnant yet. We could fix that, or try too. There's a chance I cannot have another child but I'm willing to try if you are."

Tira clapped her hands. "Please, get to work on a baby sister for me! I'm gonna go and check on Vasfer. He is resting upstairs."

Lucline chuckled as Tira, her Tira now, ran off and into her childhood home. Then her attention was distracted by Rasina kissing her and she felt her heart soar as her beloved gave her attention.

She noticed a potion bottle on the stand and smiled. Perhaps there would be two litte Dufrey's running around soon.

A/N: Thusly ends the Brothergood of Galeron arc that I have been setting up since Chapter 1. Next time we will begin the Countess of Camlorn Arc, which will start a few weeks after the events of this story. I might go back and write out the other battles at some point. Lucline and Rasina will also get married at the start of the next chapter as well, so look forward to that. See you tomorrow.

[veradragonjedi]

I was tagged by @doublechocolate EEEEEE rt bestie!!

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, and then tag 10 people. No skipping! 

Doing this instead of writing. Oops!

(P.S — my playlist is 600 songs long so some of these will be covered in dust and unlistened to)

(P.P.S. I am also doing live reactions because my morning brain cannot focus on one thing at a time — so have my thoughts too why not.)

1. The Spectre — Alan Walker (this is an example, I like it, but not as much as I did two years ago yk?? Never got rid of it.)

2. Afterlife — Arcade Fire (my mums favourite lmao)

3. Love Again — Dua Lipa (I noticed you had Hallucinate, Choco 👀)

4. Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) — Eurythmics (recommended by my bestieeee wahhh I listen to it while writing BBB~♡)

5. Agnes — Glass Animals (😭🥰💖😍😩) I won't lie I paused writing this so I could listen to it over and over again for a while

6. NEON BLADE — Moon Diety (I have so many songs like it I'm surprised they haven't popped up yet — like loud and B A S E Y!!! My JAM!!!!!) VERY nice for lil ADHD AMVs waaaaa makes my thoughts vibrate.

7. One Day — Björk (very Luke Skywalker song actually. I prefer Hidden Place and Full Of Love, but I'll listen to this one on occasion)

8. Sugar Rush — Addison Grace (awww I love this one mmmm. Its very soft unlike many in my playlist lmao. Again, it's in my writing playlist hehe)

9. Lay All Your Love On Me — ABBA (pffffft I won't lie yes I love it BUT It's in my writing playlist bc I'm writing Vampire Luke sooo.... yeah you can guess haha)

10. Hot As Ice — Britney Spears (not my favourite of her tracks, but I'm not opposed to listeni- *chorus drops* :O....)

Taglisssssst!!!!! No pressure

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@airlocksandaviaries @deviltownresident @distinguished-coffee-grounds @kalak @jspookywolf @donitkitt @d3epfriedangels @iamscoby :3

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

First show insta au

there's daddy!” You heard a tiny excited voice say beside you. You looked down beside you to see Rosie pointing to jack who was on stage rehearsing for the show tonight. Rosie had on her ear muffs to block out the sound, her purple graphic tee, her puffy pink coat, a her pink skirt. Her pig tails were a mess onto of her head making you laugh.

“yep, that is daddy.”

Rosie looked up at you. “Momma, what he doing?”

You kneeled down to her level and held her close. You didn't noticed that urban was snapping a couple of Pictures of you both a few steps away.

“He's rehearsing for the show later.” a tiny ‘oh’ left her lips at your explanation. You laughed and stayed there with her watching jack do his thing. She babbled on about how excited she was to be here and danced with you to her dad's rapping.

This was her first time coming to one of Jack's shows. You both didn't want to take her until she was old enough to understand what was going on. Now that she was 3 you both agreed it was the perfect time to bring her to a show.

Once jack finished up his rehearsal he walked off the stage over to you and Rosie. He was watching you both the whole time while he was warming up. You both were adorable as he saw you swaying to the music and singing the appropriate songs together. He felt so lucky to have his two supportive girls with him.

“how my girls doing?” Jack asked picking up Rosie. She giggled as he kissed her cheek.

“we're doing good.” Rosie nodded her head in agreement. “Good! in a bit I'm going to go on stage in front of a huge crowd.” jack said. He turned to Rosie who was messing with his Kentucky chain.

“You going to be my biggest cheerleader Ro?” he ask her.

Rosie looked at jack and nodded slowly. “Yeah, I be your big cheerleader.” you and Jack laughed along with urban and Neelam who had joined you. “Ok. I'll be looking for you in the crowd later. Don't let me down bub.”

“I won't.” Rosie giggled.

-

Night soon fell. The venue that was once empty was now starting to get packed with Jack's fans.

You and Rosie were now backstage. You were in the dressing room now waiting for jack to get dressed.

“jack, the red shirt is fine.” You said throwing the shirt at home. He was now debating on what he should wear. Clothes were scattered everywhere on the floor due to his constant debating.

“are you sure?” He asked looking at the shirt on him in the mirror. “Yes, it's fine.” You turned to Rosie, her attention that was once on her iPad was now on you both.

“bug, tell daddy he looks good in that red shirt.” Rosie threw her iPad onto the couch beside her. She got up and walked over to jack. “You look great daddy.” she said while grabbing onto his leg. “see, now hurry up. You gotta get ready.”

Jack sighed and threw on the rest of the things he needed on. A few minutes went by before Neelam came and told you it was time to go.

You walked out of the dressing room with Rosie who jack was holding. It was almost time for jack to go on stage and you and Rosie to go to the VIP spot.

“ok.” Jack placed Rosie down on the ground. He kneeled down to her height. “I'm going to go on stage now. You're going to be watching me aren't you?”

Rosie nods her head hard making her ear muffs fall off her ears. Jack fixed them and laughed. He gave her a kiss on the forehead and stood back up. Jack turned to you, he gave you a kiss and a hug.

You and Rosie said your last goodbyes before you made your way to the VIP section with Neelam.

Jack quickly took the stage not long after. Rosie squealed when she first saw him. You held her and danced while jack rapped. Rosie was very excited to see jack on stage. The whole time she was pointing to him and cheering him on like she said she was going to do.

Multiple times jack would look over at you both and see you both dancing. He couldn't help but smile. This was one of his favorite shows. Seeing you two there brought him so much joy.

At the end of the show jack was burned out but ready to see Rosie and you.

Rosie ran over to jack as you walked back backstage. “Very fun daddy!” jack held her, his smile was big. “Did I do go?!”

“yeah!”

“I saw you cheering while I was on stage.”

“yeah, I be your big cheerleader remember.”

Jack laughed, “yeah, I remembered.”

[roosterscockpit]

Dagger Squad Take Care of Leia | H.C Pt.3

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For my lovely @castle-bookworms-world ! Last part of the continuation! MUAH! sorry it's so long...

Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

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The next day would be the day you and Bradley were coming home. Hangman had Leia for himself the whole day until you both got back. He showed up early in the morning, taking a break from work to bring Leia to school.

He dressed her and made her lunch. The lucky girl got 2 PB & Js again. Her Uncle Jakey could never say no to her. He was in his flight suit when he brought her to class. He carried her the whole way to her class. He gave her kisses the whole way. “I will be here right when you get out.” 

He brought her into her classroom and helped her set up her desk. The other kids looked at him excitedly. He hugged Leia before her left. “I will see you later, Honey!” He kissed her cheek hard and added a “MUAH!” 

He returned back to work and left early to make sure he was there when she got out. When she was released she ran straight into Hangman’s arms. “Hey honey!” He attacked her with kisses on her cheek. “I missed you!”

They went back to Mav’s hangar. “Okay, Vapor. We have to go back to work for a hour to finish up some guidelines. Let’s get you suited up.” He changed her into her little flight suit and her aviators. they went back to the base. He held her hand as they walked onto the tarmac.

The whole squad was at work today. They all jumped up in excitement when they saw Leia on the ground. They all ran over and ambushed her with hugs and kisses. Hangman put her up in his jet as he finished his checklist on the outside frame. 

Leia acted like she was flying. Hangman had his helmet on her and she was practicing her radio calls that Mav had taught her, “Vapor girl, in bound.” She nodded to herself as if she was getting feedback. “10-4!” She leaned over slightly, “UNCLE JAKEY!” Hangman came over to look, he was smiling at her, “I GOTTA LAND HER, HOW DO I MAKE A RADIO CALL FOR IT!?” 

Hangman laughed. “you’re the pilot, babe! You have to know how to call it in!” Leia ripped the helmet off, “Too late I made a crash landing like Papa Mav and daddy.”

After work Hangman brought Leia back to the barracks. She ate the snacks that were in Bob, Fanboy, and Hangman’s common room. “Honey, do you know who harry styles is?” Hangman poked his head out from his door to look at Leia eating at the table. She shook her head. 

Hangman played Late Night Talking by Harry Styles, he danced his way over to Leia. He held her hands and danced around with her. He sang the song with her. “If you’re feeling down. I just wanna make you happier, baby. Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby.”

He picked her up and danced with her in his arms. “If you ever miss me Leia girl. This is my favorite song. Just play it and dance around. It’s like I’m there okay?” Leia giggled and nodded. The song played over and over again. Leia started to sing it with her uncle Jake.

Hangman brought her back to Mav’s hangar to have dinner with everyone. Hangman showed Leia how to eat her food sloppily again. They both made a mess that Phoenix cleaned up so generously. 

They all hung out in the hangar until you both arrived. Leia played the song again and everyone turned around. “I wanna dance!” She ran over to Hangman and wrapped her arms around his hips and look up at him. “You love to dance just like your daddy.”

Everyone sang and danced to harry styles until you and Bradley arrived at the hangar.

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I hope you all enjoyed this not so little H.C for how the dagger squad took care of Leia! I will see you all in a couple of hours for the next part of the story 😘 I love you all!!!

Babes are in the comments 🫶🏼

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Seven minutes of truth and dare

Summary>  You and Pietro have been friends since elementary school. On his 18th birthday, you try to socialize with his twin sister, Wanda Maximoff, who never seemed to like you very much.

Warnings> (implied) Enemies to Lovers/ Fluff and Smut/ Vaginal Fingering/ Boys Kissing/ Girls Kissing/ Underage Drinking/ 18+/ implicit sex/ swearing

Words>  3734k (Oneshot)

Read on AO3 

It took little time to get to Maximoff's house, considering that you had to walk to the residence, since your ride - Natasha Romanoff, best friend, currently on the run together with her boyfriend Bruce Banner - just stood up to you. You were lucky to live only a few blocks away.

The noise of the party could already be heard from around the corner, and you wondered how long it would take for one of the neighbors to call the police. At least it was the weekend, and you remembered that Pietro had commented that the Parkers would be traveling on their honeymoon, being the only neighbors of the house. Pietro was always lucky for things like this.

When you finally arrived at the house, the sound of some electronic music was much louder. You greeted a few people with a nod, the vast majority classmates, who were actually more Pietro's friends than yours, and then you went inside. 

The Maximoff residence was very nice, but at this moment it was full of teenagers drinking and dancing, many glasses and bottles lying on the floor. 

 Looking for Pietro, you found him upside down, drinking directly from a beer tank that was set up in the outside yard past the kitchen. You frowned slightly, hoping your friend didn't have an alcoholic coma, as you walked up to the group of teenagers who cheered and encouraged the challenge.

When he finished, the two boys holding him by the ankles helped him to balance again, laughing and patting Pietro on the back. Your friend staggered a bit, but then he saw you, flashing a smile before hugging you.

- You stink, birthday boy. - You teased, and Pietro just rolled his eyes humorously.

- You took your time. - He remarks as you release from your embrace. You shrug.

- You know this isn't my thing. - You remark, referring to the party. Pietro smiles.

- Yes, yes. But I'm glad you're here. - He replies and then takes your hands, lifting them a little and looking down your entire body. - And look at you, you even dressed up to come! Are you trying to have sex with someone?

You laughed, letting go of Pietro's hands to push him gently, which made Pietro laugh too. Soon you were surrounded by other friends, but not being very good with crowds, you said you were going to get something to drink before you left.

In the kitchen, you tried to find something that didn't have alcohol in it. You ended up grabbing one of the bottles of soda from the refrigerator, hoping that none of the Maximoffs would mind.

Someone changed the music and turned up the sound, so you heard the excited shouts of several people, who began to move into the room and dance around each other. You laughed at the image, walking upstairs.

A few people were scattered on this floor, mostly trying to smoke pot in hiding, or to have some privacy from the noise. A few others were just making out in the corners. You walked to Pietro's room, checking his present in your pocket.

He would be too busy being the popular extrovert he was tonight, so you thought it best to leave the small gift you bought for him on his bedside table, he could appreciate the gift when the party was over. 

You closed the door on your way out, and frowned as you looked down the hall, a couple of strangers kissed passionately while one of the boys groped the walls for somewhere to go, you watched as he found one of the unlocked doors and went inside. You sighed, hesitating to make a move. You knew very well that this was Wanda's room. You figured that no one would want to know that strangers were screwing in their bed.

Hurrying inside, you opened the door.

- Sorry, boys, this one's off limits. - You warned them as you entered, noting that they were already almost naked. Grabbing the fallen clothes from around the room, they looked at you angrily, but then left the room.

You shifted the weight of your feet, realizing where you were at last. Looking around, you bit your lower lip as you observed how everything was just so Wanda. 

The color of the walls, the sheets, even the way she organized the books and records. You ran your finger between the shelves on the wall, smiling at the collection of music she had in vinyl record format. And then you looked at the collection of dvds, compilations of old American sitcoms.

You walked over to the study table, a picture of Wanda and Pietro as children caught your eye. It was Halloween, and they were dressed up adorably, Wanda as a witch, with horns and a red cape, and Pietro as a superhero. You put the photo back, running your fingers through Wanda's notes displayed in the notebooks she left open on the table. On the few occasions you saw her at school during the past year, she was studying. Pietro had commented that she was going to apply to the best colleges in the country. 

- What are you doing here? - A female voice sounded behind you, and you stumbled with fright, turning around quickly.

- God, Wanda, you scared the hell out of me. - You grumbled, but she continued with a look of mixed annoyance and curiosity. You looked away before speaking. - Sorry for snooping. I just came here to keep some boys from having sex in your bed.

Wanda blinked with confusion, but her expression softened. You noticed how beautiful she looked, and scolded yourself for thinking that the next second.

- Oh right. Thanks, I guess.

You nodded slightly, not being used to being alone with her. 

- I didn't know you liked sitcons. - The words escape your anxious brain, and Wanda blinks in confusion. You thought she would throw you out of the room right away, but she just smiles, shrugging.

- You never asked. - She says, and you bite the inside of your cheek.

- Yeah, I didn't know you wanted me to ask. - You retort, your voice coming out almost in a whisper. Wanda looks away, twiddling her fingers.

You were silent for a moment, and Wanda looked like she was about to say something, but then the door opened again, and you raised your eyebrows as you watched two girls snuggled up to each other and stumbled into the room, unaware of your presence. Wanda made an impatient expression.

- Get out, now! - she warns, and the girls part in shock. You raise your eyebrows as you realize that you knew them.

- Damn, we didn't know it was taken. - Carol grumbled, and when she looked at you her expression changed from embarrassment to happiness. - Y/N! I didn't know you were coming.

You nodded at her clumsily, and she just smiled, apologizing again as she dragged Maria out of the room, closing the door. You didn't even want to think about what you two were going to do.

- Maybe you should lock the door. - You said, and Wanda looked at you with a raised eyebrow, a tone of surprise and malice in her gaze. You blushed as you realized what your speech implied. - I-I mean when we get out of here.

Wanda laughed, and you tried to cope with the butterflies in your stomach that seeing her laugh gave you.

- I think I will stick around here anyway. - She comments after a moment, sitting up in bed. - Parties aren't really my thing.

- Yeah, I know how it is. - You add, a little awkwardly. - I only agreed to come because Pietro really wanted me to.

- You stopped coming here at home. - Wanda says with an expression you don't understand, it was as if she wanted to read you. - Are you two all right?

You look at her with mild surprise, not really expecting her to have noticed you anyway. 

- Me and Pietro? Yes, we're fine! - you affirm, putting your hands in your pockets. - I guess the exams have been keeping me busy. And well, Pietro has lots of friends now, it's not like I'm missed that much.

You looked at the floor, not noticing Wanda's frown. You didn't want to think too much about Pietro replacing you, not today.

- I don't think that's true. - Wanda says after a moment. - Pietro likes you very much.

Wanda's tone is almost hurt. At first you thought that maybe she was thinking that Pietro enjoyed your company more than hers, which was absolutely ridiculous, but then you understood the tone of the insinuation, and laughed lightly, attracting the other girl's attention.

- You know we're just friends, right? - You start to explain, the idea of dating Pietro is so absurd that your voice comes out in a tone of debauchery and humor. - He has never looked at me like that! And I always thought he was like a little brother.

You laugh at the possibility, but Wanda looks at you intently.

- Would I be like your little sister too? - She replies in a low tone, and you feel your smile drop and look away, completely embarrassed.

- No. - You deny it, a little breathlessly. - I don't see you as a sister.

- And how do you see me?

Feeling your heart race, you force yourself to look up, looking at Wanda. She has a glint in her eyes that makes you want to kiss her.

Before you can answer, the door opens again, and Pietro stumbles inside.

- Great, I found you two! - He looked drunk. - We're going to play seven minutes in heaven, come on, come on!

Giving you two absolutely no chance to respond, he pushed you through the house, leading you to the basement, where your group of friends were waiting for you.

- Hey guys. - You greeted awkwardly seeing everyone standing there. 

- No fucking way you two are at a party together! - joked Tony Stark, smiling at you. Despite the teasing, the others were genuinely happy with your company. - And they're still going to play with us? This is legendary.

- Why don't you just fuck off, Stark? - retorted Wanda as she entered. You knew they didn't get along very well, but Tony just shrugged, laughing at the other girl's aggressiveness. 

- Come on, guys, do the circle! - asked Steve, who was already sitting in one of the armchairs. He put a bottle in the middle of the group. - Are you sure you want seven minutes?

- We start with truth and dare, Rogers. - said Tony as he sat down next to Thor, one of Pietro's soccer teammates.

- All right, all right, let's just play this game once and for all, - said Pietro impatiently. When everyone was sitting in a circle, Steve touched the bottle, smiling at the group.

Turning the bottle, everyone looked forward in anticipation. The tip stopped at Sam, one of his closest friends, who seemed confident to respond to anything.

- Truth or dare, Wilson? - Steve asked.

- I'll go for truth.

- Boring. - Grumbled Tony, but Steve just laughed, and assumed a thoughtful expression.

- Who was the last person you kissed?

Sam bowed his head, a smile on his lips. You frowned, he was not the type to be shy. Tony noticed as well and assumed a curious posture, looking at Sam intently.

- The last person I kissed... - Sam began, pausing, as if wondering if he was really going to say it - Was Bucky.

The whole group exclaimed in surprise, and Tony burst out laughing. You looked at Bucky, who just seemed too embarrassed to respond to the jokes.

- Okay, let's pretend this isn't the biggest sex scandal in school, and move on. - Pietro said in an amused tone. Sam laughed at his comments, and turned the bottle, which stopped at Thor.

- Dare. - Said the blond man without even waiting for Sam to ask. Sam laughed and thought for a few seconds before saying:

- Okay, everyone will need to put their cell phones on speaker for this one. - Sam said and nodded, waiting for everyone to obey. The group laughed, but followed his lead. - Well, my challenge is very simple. Send a message to the person you want to make out with from here. Everyone will know who.

- You are terrible, Wilson. - Thor commented, ignoring the sighs of excitement that the group shared.

It took a moment for Thor to pick up his cell phone, and type something. He took a sip of his beer before pressing enter, and the next second, Valkyrie's cell phone rang. 

- This is not at all surprising, actually. - Steve joked, making everyone laugh.

Valkyrie gave Thor a surprised and mischievous look, but said nothing. Thor looked slightly flushed.

- If you guys are lucky, you can win seven minutes. - Sam teased.

Thor laughed but said nothing. He stepped forward to spin the bottle. Tony let out a pleased exclamation when he saw the bottle stop on him.

- Fuck, finally! - He said, and raised his hand to interrupt Thor, who was probably about to ask the choice. - No need, darling. Of course I want a dare, this game is no fun without it.

- Fine, Stark. - Thor laughed. - Since you love to show off, I dare you to give Rogers a lap dance.

The group burst into laughter, but Steve seemed considerably anxious. Tony laughed, a little awkwardly, and then stood up. 

Thor was quick to get some music playing, and everyone was quiet in anticipation. When Tony started to perform, you blinked awkwardly. You had no desire to see Anthony Stark do a lap dance on someone's lap. You pulled your cell phone out of your pocket checking for messages, and smiled when you saw that there was a message from Nat, just a picture of her and Bruce, smoking together in what you thought looked like the Skateboard Court near the school.

The group laughed again, and you lifted your head to see that Tony was riding on Steve's lap, with his shirt off. Steve was very red. 

- Okay guys, I think that's good enough! - Thor laughed, and Tony stood up. The group laughed at the visible erections on both of them, before continuing the game. 

- Can you keep up, Stark? - Thor sneered, pointing at Tony's pants. He gave a lopsided smile, and pointed a middle finger at Thor before picking up the bottle.

You felt your stomach flip with nervousness when the bottle stopped on you. 

- Well, well, this should be interesting. - said Tony looking at you mischievously. - Tell me, kitten, truth or dare?

You considered your options for a few seconds. If you asked for truth, Tony would not only tease you, but also find a way to make you confess something embarrassing. At least with dare, it would be quick and without much impact on your post-party life.

- Dare. - You say simply, and Tony looks surprised.

- It's been a night of surprises. - he scoffed. - And I think it's time for us to start the seven minutes in heaven.

- Damn it, Tony. - You mumble clumsily. Tony laughs and then flashes you a smile of fake kindness.

- I'll be nice to you. The bottle will choose your partner.  - He says, and you cover your face with both hands for a moment before grabbing the bottle.

- I hate you, - you mutter to Tony before swirling the bottle around. With luck it would stop at one of your friends, and you would spend seven minutes talking.

- No fucking way! - shouted Tony excitedly as the bottle stopped at Wanda. You felt your stomach drop. - I always knew you'd end up with a Maximoff, I never thought it would be with the most gothic of them.

The group laughed, but you were feeling extremely anxious. You felt your legs tremble slightly when Tony pulled you off the couch, seeing your lack of reaction. You tried to smile, but it must have come out as a grimace, since Tony laughed. 

- Remember girls, no cheating. - he warned, opening the closet door. You went in first, and then Tony closed the door when Wanda came in.

The closet was completely dark, and you could only distinguish Wanda's silhouette by squinting your eyes. You leaned your body against the wall, your breaths were the only sounds in the room, since the noise of the party was muffled.

- That's awkward. - You said trying to ease your nerves. 

- Why is it awkward? - Wanda replied. The closet was small, and looking at the floor, you noticed that your shoes were only inches from touching.

- I don't know, I guess I never thought I'd be in a closet with you. - you confess humorously. But with Wanda's lack of response, you bite the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say next.

- Who did you think you would be stuck with? - She says after a moment, sounding as if she is trying to prolong the subject.

- I don't know. - You say, looking at your shoes again. You think you're imagining that the distance between you has decreased. - I don't really think about being stuck in closets.

Wanda laughs at your statement, and you feel your heart race at the sound. You count twelve seconds in silence before she speaks again.

- I never understood why we didn't become friends. - Wanda confesses, and you look up at her silhouette. 

Because I've been a gay disaster in your presence since I met you. You think, but think it best to just shrug. Then you remember that she can't see the gesture, and try to think of something to say.

- Different political views. - You joke, and Wanda giggles. 

- I like your humor. - She says next, and you feel your cheeks heat up, and look down, only to see Wanda's shoes signaling that she has taken a step toward you. You press your back against the wall, watching her move closer in the dark. - And honestly, I've always liked you a lot.

- W-what? - You ask breathlessly, feeling Wanda's presence right in front of you, your noses touching.

- I always noticed you, you know. - She says, drawing her face closer to your neck, inhaling the scent of your hair. You were thankful that there was a wall behind you, serving as a support. - I would see you around the house. Playing in my yard. And the jokes at the dinner table. Always so quiet and shy at school, so behaved and obedient. - Wanda whispered, and then she brought her mouth close to his ear. - Tell me, did you notice me too?

- Yes. - You confess breathlessly. And ignoring the uneven beating of your own heart, you continue. - I have always noticed you. Ever since middle school, when you started wearing leather boots, and painting your fingernails. Or when I was at your swimming pool and you sat quietly with a book. I noticed you.

Wanda lets out a sigh, bringing your foreheads together.

- Tell me to stop if you don't want this. - She whispered against your lips. You would have laughed if you weren't so anxious. 

You didn't answer, and wanting her to know how much you wanted her, you moved forward, pressing your lips together in a tender kiss.

Wanda took a step back in surprise, separating your mouths. You were about to apologize, thinking that maybe you had got it all wrong, but the next second she moved against you, her hands on your neck as your mouths joined in a firm, passionate kiss.

Bringing your hands to her waist, you pressed her against your body, and you gasped against each other's mouths. Wanda asked for passage with her tongue running over your lower lip, and you opened your mouth, gasping as you felt your tongues come together.

Kissing like this for a moment was enough to warm your whole body, a familiar discomfort forming below your belly. Having Wanda moaning against your mouth was not helping.

You slowed the kiss, stroking her tongue with yours slowly. Wanda pressed herself against you, one knee coming up between your legs. With the new friction, you felt your body tremble in anticipation, delighting in pleasure.

You were startled when you heard a noise, someone must have knocked something over outside the closet. And then you remembered that you were in a closet, with your best friend's sister, who was in the next room with six other people, with no idea that you were about to fuck Wanda.

You began to slow the kiss until you separated the two of you. Your chests were rising out of rhythm as you were breathing heavily

- We only have seven minutes. - You whispered out of breath, feeling Wanda nod her head slightly as you stood there with your foreheads pressed together.

- We can go to my room. - She spoke in the same tone. You nodded in agreement, beginning to miss the taste of Wanda in your mouth.

- Should we wait until the party is over?

Wanda let out a breathless giggle.

- Tell me. - She whispered, and removed her hands from your neck. With one hand she lifted her skirt, while with the other she took your hand from her waist and guided it down between her legs. You trembled as you touched her, pushing the fabric of her panties aside to feel her wet pussy. - Do you think I can wait?

- Fuck, Wanda. - You spoke breathlessly, and felt her moan as your finger moved against her clitoris. She squeezed your shoulder, closing her eyes. - You're so wet. So fucking wet for me.

You began to move your finger, penetrating her shallowly. Wanda buried her head in your neck, moaning against your skin.

It takes all your mental and physical control, but you withdraw your finger from inside her, while with the hand that was still on her waist you move up and down her back, stroking to calm her down.

- I want to feel you in my mouth. - You whisper to her. - I want you to come for me with your legs spread wide open on your bed. 

Wanda nods against your neck, trembling slightly. And then the door opens. You barely catch Tony's joke, feeling disconnected from everything that isn't Wanda. 

And before you can say anything, Wanda grabs your hand, pulling you out. 

- Where do you think you're going? - You hear someone shout, but neither of you even bother to answer. 

You can't help but smile when you reach the second floor, and Wanda pushes you into the room, locking the door as she brings your mouths together.

[daenqyu]

— doing their eyeliner at 12AM

includes: bakugou, kaminari, kirishima, and hawks

warnings: suggestive (LOTS of making out)

a/n: did i write this just because i love doing my eyeliner and i really want to sit on a guy’s lap while i do his???? maybe. but that’s none of your business 🙄☝️

bakugou katsuki

it’s canon that he wears eyeliner and even if it wasn’t,,, he’d still try it at least ONCE

in this case you had to ask him

well more like beg him 

“babe please, i promise i’ll make a good work!” 

“how? you suck at doing yours”

you scoff before punching his arm, making him let out a hiss as he glares at you

“i don’t you idiot, now can you shut up and stay still for a second?”

of course he ends up giving in bc come on, he’d do anything just to make you happy and if that meant letting you put makeup on him at 12AM because you thought he’d look ‘pretty’ then so be it

bakugou doesn’t voice out any of this though 

instead, he keeps complaining and even tickles your sides from time to time just to get on your nerves

“bakugou,” he frowns when his last name falls from your lips, not liking how it sounded at all. “stop fucking moving or i’ll stap your eye.”

“tch, stop telling me what to do, dumbass.”

but he does stop

after all, he didn’t really want you to get mad at him

he entertains himself by tapping his fingers against your thighs to the beat of the music playing from your speaker 

his touch makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, but you ignore them and continue to draw on his eyelids 

you decide to keep it simple; just a very defined line that’s not too thick, but enough so that it’s visible 

“okay, i’m done”

after you put the eyeliner down and notice bakugou’s eyes were focused on you, you completely forget how to breathe

the black makes his vermilion eyes look even brighter and in contrast with his blonde hair...he simply looks beautiful 

he takes your silence as a bad sign and thinks you probably did fuck up, but when he looks at himself in his phone camera, the makeup looks fine to him so,

why the heck weren’t you saying anything?

“what is it? do you not like it?”

didn’t like it? couldn’t he see you were practically salivating bc of him?

“uh no, you look really good actually,” you look away before continuing, not trusting yourself to look at him while you said the next words. “you look pretty”

bakugou is a little surprised by the compliment, but he wastes no time before teasing you

he leans in, and once he’s close enough, he takes your chin so you’re looking directly at him

a smirk takes over his lips when your eyes avoid his

“what’s got you so shy?” he teases

“i’m not”

“then look at me” 

you didn’t want him to know how big of an effect he had on you, so you turn your head around and face him, even tho you’re flustered beyond belief

his eyes slowly look down at your lips and then back to your eyes, making you a little anxious as to what could happen, but bakugou decides to drags it out

just to have some fun of his own

he places one of his hands on the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your noses are almost touching 

the other one caresses your cheek softly, then his fingers slowly trace out your jaw, eyes still stuck on your own 

it’s infuriating really

the way his fingers carefully touch your lips, applying a bit more pressure on his thumb that’s touching your lower lip so he can open your mouth ever so slightly 

the way he acts as if he has all the time in the world, as if he could do this all day

and you know he can

but you don’t 

so you lean in to close the distance with a deep kiss

it’s messy and sloppy; his tongue clashing with your own as his hands roam all over your body to feel you

you end up sitting on his lap, lips still connected and hands all over each other

you pull away, chest heaving as rough breaths leave your mouth and smirk when you notice bakugou is looking at you 

his hair is messy thanks to your gripping and the eyeliner fits him so nicely

for a moment you almost can’t believe he’s your boyfriend 

“have i ever told you how handsome i think you are?” you ask him with a goofy smile on your face, fingers playing with the ends of his hair

“hm, once or twice but you can always remind me again” 

“let me just show you”

he quirks an eyebrow at your implication, licking his lips as his eyes darken

“oh? bold, aren’t we now?”

“learned from the best”

“fuck yeah you did”

to keep it short, you guys didn’t sleep a lot that night 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

kaminari denki

he was DEFINITELY the one that came up with the idea

something just tells me he probably spends 90% of his time scrolling through tiktok 

and if he feels like it, maybe he’ll even posts some of his own

so it’s no surprise that he’s caught up with all the trends and challenges

and even dances (which surprisingly, he’s damn good at)

i’m guessing you guys already know what i’m trying to get at

he had seen way too many tiktoks of couples doing their partner’s eyeliner and he thought it was the coolest thing ever

not only was he curious to see how the makeup would look on him, but he also just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you

he had been thinking about it for a few weeks now, but couldn’t seem to find the perfect moment to ask you

until one night you guys were having a sleepover on your dorm and a video of said trend pops up on his ‘fyp’

you’re cuddling, your head against his chest as his fingers trace random pattern on your back, when he brings it up

“hey babe?”

you hum in response, eyes fluttering open to look up at kaminari

he smiles before pecking your lips, thinking about how beautiful you look all cuddled up next to him

“do you think you could do my eyeliner real quick?”

the question takes you by surprise,

tho you’re used to yout boyfriend being quite spontaneous and random at times, so you don’t really question it

instead, you nod and move out of the bed to get the makeup product, which sits on your vanity

“where should i sit?”

he asks you once you walk over to him, but you simply smile before taking a seat on his lap

you position your legs on either side of his hips so you’re in a straddling position and kaminari almost forgets all about the makeup because of this

but can you really blame him?

you just look so perfect like this

he has to physically stop himself from flipping you over and kissing you all he wants

and you giggle when you notice a pout forming on his face

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

“you sure?”

“yeah, just hurry up and do it so i can kiss you”

you laugh, “yes sir”

when you start, he can’t help but giggle at the feeling and you have to hold his face in place so he would stop moving

he gets used to it after a while 

almost even falls asleep from how soft your other hand felt on his cheek

since you know kaminari likes to be a little extra, you attempt to draw a lighting bolt right below one of the lines

it’s not the best, but it looks decent enough so you decide to leave it there

but when you finish, you feel like something is missing; like it could be better

then you have the fantastic idea to use eyeshadow

kaminari feels you getting up from his lap and he whines 

“where are you going?”

“hold on, i’m feeling inspired right now”

“okay?”

he doesn’t understand what you mean at all, but he lets you be

you take a random eyeshadow palette and make sure it has a nice black color on it

then you reposition yourself on his lap

“open your eyes and look up”

he does as he’s told and you proceed to put some more black on his lower lash line and waterline (not too much)

when kaminari doesn’t feel your touch on his face anymore, he looks down at you with a smile, which inevitably makes you smile too

“how do i look?”

you chuckle lowly, examining his eyes once more 

he always looks gorgeous, but the eyeliner just...makes him hit different

and the fact he’s wearing one of his chokers doesn’t make it any better

he looks straight out of alt tiktok

“you, my beautiful boyfriend, look very attractive”

he smirks at your teasing tone, “oh? is that so?”

“i’m afraid it is” 

he doesn’t even bother looking in the mirror because all he could think about was kissing you

and that’s what he does

he holds your face with both of his hands before pulling you in to kiss you

his lips feel hot and so does your whole body when he grips your hips

after a few more kisses, he pulls away and looks at you with excited eyes

“can i do yours now?”

you chuckle at his cuteness before nodding and letting him draw on your face

it’s not perfect, but hey! baby tried his best and that’s all that matters

besides he looks so proud of himself, telling you how cute you look and how lucky he is to call you his

“you look soooo pretty! i mean you always do, of course, but you look even prettier which i didn’t know was humanly possible yet here you are”

he ends up going on a rant about all the things he loves about you and you’re pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes by the time he ends

“i love you”

“i love you too, my pretty girl”

kirishima eijirou:

this man has absolutely tried on eyeliner at least once in his life

has it been good? probably not

but he likes it and thinks it looks very cool

sometimes you do yours and kirishima lives for it

he likes the way it compliments the shape of your eyes and how happy you get when you get the line right from the first try

whenever you’re getting ready and he’s with you, he doesn’t take his eyes off you

a smile spreading across his lips when he sees you bite down on your lower lip in concentration, your fingers skillfully tracing the marker on your eyelids 

and that’s when the idea pops in his head

he ponders on it for a while tho, not sure how to bring it up or if you’d be up to do it

it takes him a few days before he asks you and when he does, he looks all nervous 

you’re both hanging out in his dorm cuddling as you just finished watching a movie

a yawn leaves your lips and you stretch your arms, looking at the time on your phone screen

it reads 12:33 AM 

you hum, moving your head up to look at kirishima from your place on his lap

he looks down at you and offers you a sweet smile before placing a quick kiss on your lips

“i should get going,” he pouts at your words, his hold on your waist tightening so you couldn’t stand up and you giggle, turning around completely so you’re facing him

you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, just until your lips touch

you teasingly smirk at him before kissing his cheek and he frowns

“what? don’t you like my kisses?” you pout at him 

kirishima scoffs at your stupid question and grabs your jaw gently, looking you in the eyes

“stop being a tease”

you roll your eyes, “you’re so impatient”

nevertheless you comply and connect your lips with his, your hands now slightly massaging his nape

he hums against your mouth, prompting you to keep going

before things can go any further tho, you pull away 

he huffs childishly, not liking the way you kept leaving him hanging

“i seriously should get going,” you press one last peck on his lips. “don’t wanna risk getting caught here” 

“then just stay the night”

“baby i already did yesterday”

“uhh your point?”

you chuckle, “good try babe”

you attempt to stand up but once again your boyfriend stops you from doing so

you open your mouth to ask him what’s up 

but he beats you to it

“actually, i wanted to ask you something” he’s looking away from you and that makes you a little nervous, not having a clue about what he wanted to talk about 

you nod, silently telling him to keep going

“could you...do my eyeliner?” a blush creeps onto his neck, his eyes still not meeting yours and you think he looks adorable. before you can answer him, he talks again. “but i mean only if you want to cause’ i know it’s kinda hard so it’s okay if you don’t but i think i’d be really cool and-”

“oh my god eijirou it’s okay!” he finally shuts up and looks at you with big eyes

“it is?”

“hm, i’m more than happy to do it,” he lets out a sigh after hearing your comforting words and you kiss his nose. “besides you’ll look super manly”

if kirishima was already head over heels for you, then now he just wanted to straight up marry you

you got up and started to look around in kirishima’s bathroom drawer since sometimes you left some of your stuff behind just in case

luckily, the eyeliner was there

after you took it, you sat in front of kirishima once again, your legs crossed and you moved closer to him

he kept still and let you get comfortable, looking down at your lips briefly when you got a bit too close

“close your eyes”

and so he did

like i mentioned before, you’re a bit experienced with this since you practice on yourself quite a lot

so it doesn’t take you too much time

the line you drew was a bit thicker than normal but not too much

and instead of doing a straight line, you did it a bit more upwards

“and done!” you say happily while retracting your hand from kirishima’s face

he opens his eyes and offers you a grin

the action is small and meaningless, but it somehow makes you nervous

the makeup really suits him and you can’t help but admire him for a while 

by admiring i mean shamelessly checking him out

of course he notices it

and he teases you about it

“does it look good?”

“yeah,” you answer while looking away, trying to hide how flustered you are. “really good”

he hums before placing his hands on your waist and sitting you down on his lap, making you look at him with a surprised expression on your face

one of his hands stays on your waist while the other travels up to hold your face

you let out a heavy breath at his actions, feeling your heart thumping against your chest

his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean in to his touch, loving the way he was always so gentle with you

without any warning, kirishima smashes his lips against your own

your eyes widen for a moment, not expecting this at all, but you close them when you feel his tongue touching your lower lip

you open your mouth and let him take the lead, a whimper coming out of you when you feel his hand wrap around your neck, pressing slightly

he pulls away with a smirk, both of your chests heaving from the lack of air

“still wanna leave?”

you sigh while moving your head, yet a smile was evident on your face, “i guess i can stay”

“atta girl”

takami keigo (hawks):

another one who canonically wears eyeliner !!

unlike bakugou (who does his eyeliner to cover up the gap between his mask and eyes), keigo does his solemnly because he thinks it looks good on him

wait, let me rephrase that

he knows it looks good on him

it’s part of his morning routine, he does it every time before going to work

so sometimes while you’re both getting ready for the day, you see him doing it

you open the bathroom door sleepily, barely managing to keep your eyes open

you walk over to the sink next to keigo’s and splash water on your face to wake yourself up

beside you, keigo smiles at your antics

he thinks you look the cutest in the mornings, especially when you’re grumpy

feeling his eyes on your figure, you turn around to face him with a raised brow

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like i have something on my face”

he laughs at your attitude and walks over to place a kiss on your cheek

his lips feel warm against your cheek and it makes you smile

“good morning to you too” his says teasingly

“morning birdy” your tone matches his and he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling away from you to finish doing his eye makeup

you brush your teeth quickly while thinking about what you were gonna have for breakfast, and whether keigo had time to eat with you or not

once you finish, you place your toothbrush on its place and look over to your right

only to be met with the number two hero doing his eyeliner

in one hand he holds a feather of his against his eyelid, as if to help him do a straight line, and with the other he holds the actual makeup product

he has a concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly furrowed

and you look at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes

he looks so effortlessly beautiful

his golden locks are messy, yet perfectly in place and his wings rest by his side

he has his hero costume on, except for his coat

meaning his muscular arms are in full display for you to see

you don’t realize you’re staring until keigo finally finishes the second eye, and puts down the eyeliner

he smirks at you through the mirror and you look away, embarrassment clear on your face 

“come on, i made us breakfast”

instead of teasing you, like you thought he would, he simply grabs your hand and leads you to the dining table

your heart swells for the man and you look at the two plates in awe, “you did this?”

“is it so hard to believe?”

you roll your eyes before turning around and kissing him, a soft “thank you” leaving your lips as you pull away

that morning you can’t help but keep stealing glances at your boyfriend’s flawless eyeliner

and later that night, when you’re both cuddled up in each other’s arms  watching a movie, you get the sudden brilliant idea

“hey babe, can i do your eyeliner?”

keigo doesn’t even question you, he just nods before pressing a kiss to your neck and you giggle happily

you stand up to get the eyeliner from your shared bathroom and once you return, you take a seat right in front of him

“do you even know what you’re doing?” 

“shut up, i do my makeup too, you know?”

keigo laughs, “i’m just teasing baby”

“you’re mean”

he leans in towards you, pulling you closer by your hips until his lips hover over yours

unconsciously, your eyes look down at his lips, wondering whether he was gonna kiss you or not

but being the little shit he is, keigo doesn’t 

“you should hurry up,” his lips are still inches away from yours, but he doesn’t plan on closing the gap any time soon. “i wanna finish the movie”

this fucker

you clear your throat and move away from him, enough so that you can actually do the makeup, but his hands stay on your hips

you try your best to do it the exact same way he does it

a sharp, straight line that covers part of his outer v and also a small portion of his inner corner

giving his eyes a cat like shaped form

to add your own touch, you draw two small hearts on both sides of his cheekbones 

“m’kay, you can open your eyes now”

and when he does, your breath literally hitches in your throat

of course it’s not the first time you’ve seen him wearing eyeliner

but your faces are still close and his amber eyes are stuck on yours and you just feel like you’re about to explode

your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by keigo and he smirks 

“i take it you like how it looks?” his tone is flirty and it makes you snap from your trance

you smile at him, softly tracing the two hearts with your fingers, “hm, you look lovely”

“oh really?”

“yeah”

“not as lovely as you, i bet”

and before you can even disagree with him, he presses his lips against yours

you let out a soft moan when he moves you so you’re sitting on his lap and his tongue explores your mouth ever so passionately

keigo takes his sweet time kissing you, taking in every little sound you make and the way your hips slowly move against his thigh

when you pull away, your lips are swollen and you have some spit coating them

which is enough to make keigo go crazy, but before actually doing something, he takes the eyeliner on his hand

you furrow your eyebrows at his action

“what are you doing?”

“well it’s my turn now”

“why do you oh so suddenly want to do my eyeliner?”

he smiles, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “because i wanna see how it’ll look when i make you cry it off”

your eyes widen at his words, but you make no attempt to stop him

keigo kept his promise and he indeed made you cry all of your eyeliner off 😁👍🏼

[hoper-n-dreamer]

Title: Until I found you both.

(gif by zeifellt and frozen-delight )

[ yeah I know credits are visible under the gifs but I am new here and want to make sure the people making these beautiful gifs have their names on top]

This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. I am a sucker for platonic fics so here we go.

Summary: what if you told Dean and Sam about an insecurity regarding your appearance and they react in the most wonderful manner.

Word count: no idea

You, Sam and Dean were lying on the bed comfortably. Sam busy on his laptop while Dean hastily eating the last piece of cake(yes he was out of pie). You were best buddies so there was a comfortable silence until you broke it with a question;

'Dean , Sam do you think I am pretty?'

The question caught them off guard but after a few seconds they did answer,

'Of course sweetheart, no doubt the prettiest one. ' Dean expressed without missing a beat with Sam accompanying,

'Yeah sweetie you are indeed, but why are you asking this ?'

' I know you guys are saying this because you love me and we are like family, but seriously I do think if we weren't friends , you wouldn't even notice me if either of you met me somewhere. Uh, what I want to say is that I have seen the women you go out with , they are so pretty and tall and blonde and skinny, and I am neither of those things.'

' Hey sweetheart that's not true. You are really beautiful, like sure the women we go out with are all that but you are also beautiful I mean any guy would be hella lucky to even breathe the same air as you.'

'Yeah , I mean if I had a chance in a lifetime without hunting and my girlfriends getting killed and all , I would love to marry a girl like you.'

'But I am fat , look big thighs and belly fat, people would make fun of you guys if you were with me. It's just I wish sometimes that someone would ask me out and take me for a date you know like dinner and dance and stuff. And he wouldn't be embarassed to be seen with me in public, i just don't want to change my appearance for someone you know , i want them to love me for who I am with all these flaws.'

After you finished this emotional outpour both Sam and Dean looked at each other , with a little concern and maybe tinge of pity. They wanted to tell you that whatever they said about you was not some sympathy talk, it was real. They wanted to tell you that you were the kindest , sweetest , most beautiful soul they had encountered. Selfless , smart and brave, heck even the vocabulary would fall short of adjectives to describe how special you were to them. They made a silent pact and after giving you the biggest group hug they went out to do their respective stuff.

Here you were lying on the same bed , looking at the ceiling and asking dear Chuck that if you were as special as the brothers made you sound why hasn't anyone in your life made you feel that special. While contemplating all these things hours passed by and then came a knock.

' It's open come in.' Sam entered with a bunch of clothes in his humongous moose arms.

' Hiya milady , now get your pretty ass up and choose one of these three things to wear.'

Bewildered by this sudden demand the only thing you could conjure was,

' what ,huh? Why? What? Why are you wearing a dress shirt?'

' We are going for a special night . Here are the three options , the comfy jeans and Tee, the red satin dress and the black gown. Whatever you feel comfortable in , get ready in 15 minutes and meet me and Dean at the garage. Hurry up.'

And with that the adorable giant went downstairs leaving you in a happy shocked state. Not wasting even a second you put on your favourite outfit and wore your hair in a manner it made you feel pretty, excited you put on your shoes of your choice and ran downstairs.

And with the brightest smiles there were these two beautiful brothers you loved , who were the best thing that had happened , greeting you with roses in their hands. You could see how their smiles grew the moment they saw you coming downstairs, as if entranced by your beauty and the softest eyes they greeted you.

' Princess , would you do this peasant a favour and get your beautiful, hot ass seated in the ride i affectionately call 'the baby'.'

'Oh my , Dean, Sam I - oh , you guys are doing so much for me , I don't even know how to thank you.'

' Oh sweetie believe me when I say you thank us everyday by merely existing, now take my hand and let's roll because I am really hungry.' Sam said with a chuckle.

Man you were really feeling pretty thanks to these adorable dorks. After about half an hour , the three of you arrived at your beloved restaurant. Sam and Dean insisted that you order as much as you want it was their treat and so you did. Especially taking care to order the pie knowing Dean loves it , and Sam's guilty pleasure a French pastry with some fancy name you couldn't pronounce. The three of you sat there stuffing the food and laughing, forgetting about any worries that plagued your lives. After few hours passed you thought that the day of surprise was over but after reaching the bunker they stopped you from going to your room.

'Hey , the night's not over yet ' and with that Dean took your hands and signalled Sam.

And there it was your favourite song playing in the background. The first song was Until i Found you by Stephen Sanchez ( readers do listen to this song it's beautiful and you can listen to it while reading it).

Georgia...wrap me up in ....

Dean pulled you close , one hand in yours the other on your waist. Swaying effortlessly. With Sam taking his turn and replacing Dean while you twirled .

And then the realisation hit you , you looked at both of them,you really looked at them, you looked at their smiles in their eyes. And you looked at their happiness, and realised that even if you didn't feel like the prettiest person in the world earlier, Sam and Dean made you feel like a queen. And with your head on their chest, closing your wet eyes you realised how damn lucky you were that you found them, really they were the one pulling you out of darkness all along. And even if you weren't their lover per se, you loved them with all your damn heart. And you knew as well that they loved you with theirs .

I would never fall in love again until I found her

I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into"

I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her

I found you 💖

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

This Boy (George Harrison x Female!Reader)

A/N: Hey y'all! welcome to my first oneshot! a lot of my stories are very plot-driven and they end up becoming these long chapter fics but I'm gonna see if I can make a handful of oneshots in the next little bit to kind of give yous something to read while waiting for the longer fics to finish up. this is my first one, and it's for Georgie!

Summary: It's date night, and you're more than ready to meet your mystery date; George, however, is not.

WARNINGS: Swearing is in almost all my fics, so this one isn't safe either probably, hints of suggestive behaviour, slow burn, friends to lovers, lack of self-editing probably, etc. *This fic is also LONG AF so I would advise y'all to start reading this when you have nothing else to do*

I'll rate this one as a T. Enjoy, folks!

George checked the clock on the wall again and sighed gently.

You were still getting ready.

As much as it disappointed him, George agreed-- well, more like offered-- to drive you to your blind date one of your girlfriends set you up on.

It's not that he wasn't excited or proud of you for getting yourself out there. He knew you'd been meaning to do that since graduating school.

He was just frustrated at the fact that whichever lucky man was going on a date with you that night wasn't him.

When he found out about the date, he immediately vocalized his distrust for the mystery person, despite knowing absolutely zero about him. You seemed heartbroken at that, and to make it up to you, he offered to drive you to the date.

So there he was, sitting on the sofa in the living area of your flat, waiting for you to finish getting ready.

George had taken you to school dances in the past, and while your mother let you wear makeup to them, it never took you this long to apply it.

You were definitely dressing to impress tonight.

"Lucky man," he just mumbled under his breath at the thought of that boy.

You and George had been friends since you were children, and he deemed you his Best Friend Forever only an hour into your first playtime.

You spent your days as children riding your bikes to the park to play, and helping each other with homework at each other's houses every night.

However, that sort of platonic "buddy-buddy" dynamic changed when the both of you hit puberty.

It wasn't until a boy at George's school questioned him if you were his girlfriend, that George realized he had a crush on you. Some of his friends had girl friends, and they were always teased about whether or not they were dating, but this was the first time anyone had put you and George together.

After this discovery, (which he would endlessly thank the young boy who opened his eyes to the truth in the first place) George began to notice lots of little things about you that he hadn't before.

You would run your fingers through the hair on the back of his head during hugs, you never took your eyes away from him when he was speaking; there hadn't been one time to name that you'd ever made him upset or angry, but more or less excited, and free, and joyous.

And not to mention, the way you called him "Georgie" made his heart pound so loud and hard in his chest that he might as well have just completed a marathon...

He was in love with everything only when you were around.

Actually, as awkward as George thinks it is, Paul helped him realize he was physically attracted to you.

The boys were on their way to George's after school, a few years after George realized he had a little crush on you, and the teenagers both caught sight of you watering the front garden of your home at the request of your mother.

George stopped in his tracks when he saw you, his mouth hanging open as he watched you do your thing. After being enrolled in his boy's school, you never had much time to see one another, as much as it hurt him; so he cherished every moment he could see you.

"If her ma catches you out the window starin' at her daughter's arse the way you're doin' right now Harrison, they'll rip your tongue right out."

George's face went bright red, and he turned to look at Paul in horror, slapping him on the arm for saying such a thing. "I wasn't staring at her like that!" But he couldn't help but steal a glance at your behind since it was now the topic of discussion, though he really didn't want it to be.

Paul knew George felt compelled to say something to you, and he smirked as George awkwardly raised his hand to wave as he called to you from the other side of the street.

"H-hey, Y/n!"

You turned around, and grinned at who you'd seen.

"Hey Georgie! Hi Paulie!" You twiddled your fingers at them, and George's stomach churned in jealousy at the fact you had a nickname for Paul, as well.

"Your garden looks beautiful, Ms. Y/l/n!"

Paul stole George's line. He fucking stole his line!

"A-and you look just as lovely as ever!" George added to one-up his friend.

You put a hand to your heart. "You boys make my heart sing." George took pride in your words despite them partially being for Paul as well.

"We need to see each other more, yeah?" George never expected his question to really get him anywhere, but he was wrong.

"Why not tonight? I don't have any homework and my parents are leaving town 'round five for the weekend to visit my auntie and uncle."

George's answer came quick, and effortlessly. "I'll be 'round for six. Sound good?"

"Perfect! I'll see you tonight then." You waved to the boys again, and then went back to watering the garden after bidding farewell.

The rest of the walk home was just Paul making fun of how lovestruck George was with you, and by the time they got to his house, just down the road from yours, Paul looked over at his buddy and smiled.

"No wonder you value your time with your darlin' over there so much, Magpie. Looks like she would definitely be a fine birdie in bed."

George looked over at Paul, eyes wide, and his voice broke. "... What?!" The thought of going to bed with you never crossed his mind-- well, until that moment.

"Hey, her folks'll be gone by the time you go over! You can make your move then! It's perfect!" Paul's words laced with excitement made George feel panicked, and the boy shook his head worriedly after a moment. "M-maybe it's not the best idea to go tonight..."

"Why not? All you ever wanna do is be alone with her!" Paul set a hand on the other boy's shoulder when he didn't answer. "What's up, George?"

"Paul, I've never even kissed her. She doesn't even know I like her like that! What if she likes someone else?! What do I even do?!" Paul was the biggest heartbreaker George knew. He'd had like... ten girlfriends since they met, and he kissed a whole three of them. They didn't last long, much like the fate of other young relationships, but George took Paul's advice as serious guidance; he needed to in a time like this.

"You just need to be calm. Take some deep breaths. You'll know what to do when the time comes. I know you will."

That night, George had many opportunities to dive in for a kiss, or mention his feelings for you; some of those opportunities he even believed you encouraged, but he didn't budge out of utter fear of rejection. George knew for a fact that Paul was going to facepalm when he asks him for details on the visit to your place.

Instead, the night only consisted of talking, and the only contact you made were a couple of hugs and a kiss on the cheek (which left George a stumbling mess again), though you did agree to spend more time together, which is how your friendship lasted so long.

He was so close to having you, and because he was too scared to make the move Paul (and maybe you) were encouraging him to make so long ago, you slipped through his fingers; and since, the thought of not being able to have you that way never left his mind.

Especially not when you were now a gorgeous young lady, blindly torturing poor George, who beat himself up every day because he lost his chance.

You were like a piece of artwork to George. You could be loved, admired, and looked at by him, but he could never hold you or touch you.

And George hated that.

George wanted you to be his girl.

And you were his girl-- well, in a twisted way. You were always with him, smiling and laughing about nothing and everything, holding onto each other in your darkest nights and guiding one another through personal struggles...

But when other boys started to want you too, George wanted to make it a point to keep the majority of them away.

Some didn't heed George's threats and went on to pursue you anyways, only to be turned down on your front steps by yourself. George never understood why you never reciprocated anybody's feelings, but it's not like he was verbally complaining.

And that's what lead up to tonight. George had wanted you for so long, and the sudden knowledge of a blind date had him in shock, especially since this was your very first time giving in and agreeing to go.

It killed him to know some rando was going to appear out of thin air to whisk you away, whisper sweet nothings in your ear and eventually put his hands on you, thinking his love for you is stronger than any other despite knowing absolutely nothing about how you should be loved, and treated...

But George hid his fury from you because you were excited about this date.

And he would do anything for you.

George's rage-inducing, mind-racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your bedroom door clicking shut from behind him. He turned his head, heart in his throat, and you stepped into the room.

You wore a lovely high-waisted navy dress, and a pair of black flats. Your hair was half down, the rest coming together at the back of your head by a matching clip-on bow.

As expected, your makeup was quite noticeable. The burgundy colour of your lips and dark brown eyeshadow had George's head spinning, and he couldn't resist ogling at the way that dress fit you so well...

"So… How do I look? Like, if we were about to go on a date..."

A date? Us? We?!

George's palms began to sweat, and his heart did somersaults. If only.

It was only then that he realized his mouth was hanging slightly ajar, and after snapping it shut, he swallowed in embarrassment, not daring to look anywhere but your eyes again in fear of falling victim to your appearance again.

Imagine not being able to trust your eyes?

"... What would you think?"

George squeaked, his lips moving hesitantly though he didn't make a sound. His face was surely an embarrassing shade of red, and the longer he waited into answer, the more anticipated you looked for a response.

George rose to his feet and approached you, bravely deciding to give you another good onceover after a deep breath, though he kind of lost all sense of feeling in his legs when you smiled at him with that perfect mouth of yours...

"Wow." George sighed, eyelids falling heavy over his brown irises as he admired you.

"I just... you... wow, Y/n." He couldn't come up with a coherent sentence with the way you were staring at him like that.

God, he was absolutely smitten with you.

Your eyes shone joyously as you placed your hand on your heart, and George, as impossible to him as it seemed, fell so much more in love with you than he was just moments before. Your presence rendered him speechless, and the thought inflated your ego a lot more than you would have expected it to.

George remained silent, but his gaze was still glued to you. He'd looked at you for long enough in his life to probably draw you perfectly by memory, but he still took his time to drink in what he was given; because who knew if he'd ever be able to see more of you than this?

"I... I'm-- I'm speechless, is what I am." He cleared his throat after a moment and said, "I... honestly hope my eyes are doing all the talking for me."

"Aw, you're just a sweetiepie, aren't you?"

You beamed at George, blushing as you took another step toward him. "Well Georgie... if you keep looking at me and sweet-talking the way you are..." your warm words were carefully chosen, and it was obvious that George was hanging into every single word you were saying.

"I may just have to pass on this date and spend tonight with you." Your eyelids fell heavy over your eyes, and you offered George a smile that was suggesting something maybe not so innocent.

"Wh-what?!"

"... I said I'm ready to go." You raised your eyebrow in a little confusion at George's flustered state.

Oh my fucking God she didn't even say that?!

Idiot.

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

"... R-right, yes, of course." George shook his head as if to rid his brain of the idea of tricking him like that again. He offered his arm out to you, and you linked yours with his before walking to the door together.

You passed a mirror on the way out, and George caught a glimpse of the both of your reflections, and his chest felt like it was on fire.

He looked so happy to be with you in that moment.

And you looked so happy to be leaving to spend time with another man.

George just hoped at least the reflection of him and you were going on this date together, and both of those smiles were meant for each other.

George pulled up to whatever restaurant this guy wanted to meet you at, which was on the other side of town. George did not approve of this and even reminded you of this on the way there, though you insisted you'd be fine, like you had the couple of times he mentioned this before.

You looked at him after he threw his car into park, and he gave you a little smile after a moment, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"You do look beautiful, Y/n. This guy... he's very lucky."

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Say you believe me."

You didn't say anything. Instead, you smiled sadly, and leaned in to kiss George's cheek. His skin darkened to pink beneath your lips before you could pull away and leave the car with another goodbye, though his ears were ringing and he missed your final farewell.

She doesn't believe me...

George waited until he saw you were seated in the restaurant to put his car back into drive, but something kept him from lifting his foot off the brake. He watched you adjust your silverware at your table, and clasp your hands together in wait.

... Maybe George wanted to wait for this guy to show up.

But would he really want to kill himself by spying on you and watching you fall for someone who wasn't him over the course of one night?

That was the question that made him decide to look back, and pull out of his parking space before he could spot anyone even go near the building. He was in drive and speeding home moments later.

The car ride back to his flat was a quiet one. George kept the radio off, and his fingers drummed against the steering wheel the whole time as if he were almost impatient to get home and do nothing.

Every time he looked in the rear view mirror and saw his eyes stare back at him, it just reminded him that his reflection left that restaurant alone and just as disappointed as his real counterpart.

It wasn't long before George pulled into his building's parking space and sulked out of his car, slamming the door shut. His eyes and nose were burning from the assault of unfallen tears.

He dropped you off to meet this guy. This was all on him this time.

George loved you. He loved you with all his heart, enough to swallow his pride-- sacrifice his happiness for your own.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, dropping you off that night felt like he was letting you go.

And was he?

He pretty much stumbled through the door because his fucks to give for himself were pretty much nonexistent at this point. He kicked his shoes off, not caring if he scuffed up the wall with black marks.

He just wanted to have a long hot shower, crawl into bed, and hide from everyone.

And that's just what he did.

His shower was well over an hour long, and that's where he broke down and cried for the majority of the time. He cried about you, and the situation his own decisions put himself in. He cried in jealousy for the threat sweeping you off your feet right now, and he cried as if that was the last night he'd ever see you again.

When he got out of the shower, well after the stream went cold, he had no more tears to shed. He was dehydrated, and he felt broken. He did a half-assed job of drying himself off before leaving the bathroom and collapsing into bed, only a towel secured around his hips.

His face was pressed into his pillow, and he tucked his arms beneath it and submerged himself even further into the soft fabric.

He recently switched detergent to whichever one you regularly used, and he just took in the familiar scent; anything to make him feel more at home without you actually being present...

George had no idea how long he was in that position for, but he fell asleep like that, only to wake to the sound of the phone ringing.

He got up and stumbled out of his room to ease the obnoxiously loud phone by picking up the call, shouting, and hanging up on whoever decided to phone at this hour-- whichever hour it was.

"Yeah," George rasped through the receiver, his tone laced with underlying irritation. He just wanted to be left alone in his sadness.

"George..."

"... Y/n?" He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the palm of his hand before you spoke, but your voice made him freeze.

"Oh Georgie..." your voice was breaking over the phone, and he could tell it wasn't the connection.

"Y/n, my Love, what's the matter?!"

"George he... He didn't show." George's heart stopped.

He didn't show.

George's grip closed tighter and tighter on the phone receiver, and he could feel the pure rage bubbling in his chest, and the plastic receiver crackling from the force under his fingers.

"Where are you?" He demanded. "I'm coming right now to get you," George was about to start throwing his shoes on, despite wearing absolutely nothing to start off with, his towel discarded and still on the bed from when he passed out.

"The same place you dropped me off."

God dammit, this fucking guy had you go to the other side of town just to be forgotten about.

It was finally settled: if George ever found out who this guy was, he'd kill him for doing this to you.

"Don't move. Be there in five." As soon as George hung up the phone, he took off to his room. He was ready in record time: under a minute. Up until the day he died, George wouldn't have been able to dress as quick as he did that night, and he never knew how he did it.

What really mattered was that George got to the other side of town in about five minutes, as he said over the phone.

George whipped into the parking lot and got out of the car. He hurried over to the front of the building to go in and search for you, but he caught a glimpse of you sitting at the curb as he grabbed the door handle.

His grip eased on the lockset, and he slowly turned to you. You were facing away from him, arms folded as you tried to shield yourself from the cool evening wind. You had no clue he was even behind you.

George sighed gently, shedding his jacket off and placing it on your shoulders without another word. He could see your whole body relax from the weighted piece of clothing, and he wondered if his scent was comforting for you too, as it was vice versa.

George heard you breathe out, but you sniffled afterwards. It broke his heart to see you like this. George looked around to see if anyone was watching, because if there was a chance this guy was cackling away in a parked car at the sight of you in tears, George would have had no problem kicking his headlights in and slashing his tires.

He dropped to the curb and sat down right next to you, not hesitating to circle his arm around your body.

At his touch, you curled yourself into a ball, and George scooped you up to squeeze you tight. And against his chest, when you knew you were safe from all harm, you gently sobbed.

George let you cry it all out, and the tighter you held onto him, the tighter he held onto you.

"Am I just unlovable George...? Is that it?" Your words were quiet and muffled, but George heard every syllable you mustered.

He pulled away from your embrace to look you in the eyes, and his grip on your arms were firm, but not tight. "Now Y/n, you do not for one second even think you're unlovable. That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." His eyebrows were lowered in anger at the very idea of you feeling unloved.

Tears began to well up in your eyes, and George's expression softened. He reached his hand up to your face, and he could feel you shaking. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brow again.

George wished then more than ever that he was the one who was supposed to see you. He would have shown up.

"Y/n, you deserve so much better than this. If you were mine, I’d make sure sitting alone on the curb, stood up, would be the last place you'd ever find yourself, especially when you were so excited to go out..."

George didn't know where his little spurt of confidence came from, but he was more focused on the words he was choosing to use with you, and what he was all going to say.

"... If I were yours...?" You sniffled again, cheeks and the tip of your nose turning pink and George paused at the sudden realization.

You still had a chance to be his.

And all because that boy didn't show up, he still had time to figure out how he could pull it all off; but it had to be tonight.

He took a deep breath.

"I mean, anyone would be lucky to date you. I just... I sometimes wonder why you were never mine. Why you're not mine..." his voice lowered throughout the sentence, and the end of his confession was barely above a whisper.

You watched George for a moment, lips parted, as if you couldn't believe your ears, and the young man panicked a little, deciding to disregard his last words before it suddenly became the topic of discussion.

"Oh, my Love," George's eyes suddenly saddened as he reached out to wipe away your fresh tears and smeared makeup with his thumb. Your bottom lip trembled at the contact, and he sighed.

"Just because he didn't show up doesn't mean your evening has gone to waste." He stood up and turned to look down at you.

"The night is still young." He then held his hand out in front of you, and you looked at it for a moment as if you didn't know what he wanted from you.

"Y/n... give me one night. Let me show you how a man should always treat you."

He wasn't quite sure if he just unintentionally asked you on a real life date, or if you thought of all this as an act, but even if you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it gave George the chance of a lifetime to at least pretend you were his, even if this opportunity only lasted one night.

"Please."

You didn't move at first, but George was patient. You eventually slowly reached your hand out, and George helped you up, not making the effort to let go of you afterwards.

George looked up at the restaurant, and did a double take. "... You... you don't even like fancy places like this, am I wrong?"  All you could think about when looking at him was that he knew you so well.

"A place like this on a first date is a clear sign he'd leave halfway through and I'd be stuck with the bill." George smiled a little, and so did you.

You wiped your final stray tear from your cheek and George gave your other hand a squeeze. "... I'd rather get a burger and go for a walk, to be honest."

"Then that's what we'll do," George confirmed with a nod. It was settled, then.

George and you strolled to the car, still hand-in-hand, and he courteously opened your door to help you in. He ran over to the other side afterwards and climbed in behind the wheel before pulling out and taking off to find somewhere for you both to eat.

You both came across this quiet burger place downtown, and the both of you were able to get a booth in the back for privacy so you could both scarf down your meals in peace.

George ordered the same food you did, and you both settled on sharing a milkshake together (a single milkshake eventually became two).

"God," you looked around the nearly empty joint before turning your gaze back to George. "Do you know how much more comfortable I feel in here?"

"Even when you're dressed like you belong in a dress shop window?" George smiled around his straw and you matched his grin. "Shut up. At least my hair is brushed out."

The poor guy had no clue until now that he forgot to comb his hair out after his depression shower, embarrassingly clawing his fingers through his locks to at least tidy up the mess on his head.

You just laughed out that you were teasing him, and the joyous hiccups from your laughter had George briefly forgetting everything negative that had happened so far that night.

After settling down a little, your food was brought out and you both started eating.

There wasn't much for the both of you to talk about other than the part of your day when you weren't together, and it wasn't like George wanted to mention what happened to him in the last two hours or make you upset by talking about your night.

Instead you both settled on joking about old times. Before the both of you knew it, George had you giggling and smiling once again before your dessert even came, and when the waitress came around to your table with your two-person cookie skillet, you grinned even wider.

You thanked the waitress before she went on her way, and you looked up across the treat to George, whom you were half expecting to be drooling over the cookie. Instead, he was in a dream-like trance, soft gaze fixed on you, and only you. You weren't too sure if he even knew the skillet was in front of him, he was so distracted.

"George...?" You called to him gently as to not frighten him when coming back down to reality. His response was almost immediate, like he could hear you.

And maybe he did.

"... I'm sorry, I don't know how many times I've tried to say this already tonight but have chickened out, but you look just..." George was examining every inch of you that he could see and you blushed, casting your eyes down to the table.

"Angel, look at me." George reached over the table and rested his hand over yours. You lifted your head to look him in the eye, and he hesitated for a moment. Your full attention flustered him, then again it always did, but he took a deep breath.

"You look heavenly, Y/n."

You said nothing. This time, he had you speechless, but nothing wasn't the response he was looking for.

"Dontcha believe me...?" His question echoed through your brain, and you blinked. George scanned your eyes after giving your hand a squeeze. He knew you had something to say, and he was at the edge of his seat in anticipation for your words.

"... Do you really think so?"

"Are you kidding me?! Y/n, I... when you came out of your room tonight I just... looking at you right now, I'm at a loss for words. Heavenly doesn't even scratch the surface. No word exists that perfectly describes how you look to me. Now, or ever."

There was yet another spurt of confidence that washed over George. He had a feeling his words and actions were getting the both of you somewhere, especially when his final sentence had you blushing the way you were.

At least he knew he was doing something right.

George's grip on your hand tightened a little, and he flipped your hands over so your palm was face-up in his. He brought your hand closer to him, and he kissed your fingertips before leaving a final one at the centre of your palm. His eyes never left your red face as he did this, and he grinned against your hand when you offered him a shy smile.

Oh... she IS actually liking this.

When he pulled away, George looked down at the still-untouched dessert, and he smiled, releasing another nervous breath he was holding as he finally let go of your hand. "Let's finish up so we can go on our walk. Sound good, my Love?"

You only nodded before digging in with him, every nudge of his hand against yours reducing you to a blushing mess, and George, who was gaining more confidence as every second passed, would just smile to himself knowing he was successfully turning the tables on you.

But it wasn't yet the time to give in and confess, as much as George wanted to. He still had a nice long walk to woo you on, and then he had to do the important step of walking you to your apartment door at the end of the night, and God knows that was the part he was dying to get to.

You finished your dessert not long after and George payed the bill. After helping you out of the booth, you'd left hand-in-hand again.

The both of you stepped out into the cool night and you looked up at George. "Are you cold? Did you want your jacket back?"

You were holding it in your other hand since you'd taken it off at dinner, and you shoved it in his direction without another word.

He laughed and took the jacket from you, unfolding it and pulling it back around your shoulders before rubbing his hands up and down your arms to keep you warm.

"You'll catch a cold without it. Besides, you look better in it anyways." He leaned in and kissed your cheek, smiling proudly to himself when he pulled away and continued to lead you to the car, deciding it'd be smoother to not turn around and gauge for a reaction from you.

Like before, George courteously opened the car door for you, and closed it when you were in. Their destination was his place. It wasn't for the reason one would think, but the idea of driving you to his home and inviting you in with every intention of walking right past the kettle made George's legs restless.

In reality there was a park down the road from his flat that cut pretty much directly to your own humble abode. You'd walked the trail hundreds of times together to look at the pretty flowers growing in the garden, but something told George that this time, like everything else happening that day, was going to be very different.

When you pulled up to his building he raced you to get to your door for the second time of the night; the first being at the burger place when you first arrived. He took your hand and helped you out of the car, and he didn't let go, even after locking the doors to his car and leading you both down the road.

There was a silence that fell between the both of you. It wasn't bad. You took this time to think about your night, as did George. With every step down the road and into the park you took, the smile on your face only grew wider. As for George, he began to sweat with every step he took.

Every foot forward led him closer and closer to your door, where he was going to finally let everything off his chest and confess to you. The problem was that George's confidence was quickly draining, and this was something he needed to do.

He eventually let go of your hand to wipe his palms off on his pant leg, and at the immediate loss of contact, you were turning to him with a confused look on your face.

"Sorry uh..." he breathed out slowly, cheeks dusted pink. "I-I don't know why, but I'm kinda nervous."

Your look of confusion faded into an unreadable one. "Was it holding my hand?"

George shook his head. "No no, not that, I want to hold your hand."

"So what's the problem?"

He just shook his head again. "Maybe it's just... the stress of making sure tonight is perfect for you."

"What?!" Your reaction was sudden, and George's eyebrows were raised high up on his forehead at your exclamation.

"George, tonight has already been perfect for me! I had a great meal, I'm on a lovely walk with you..." you reached out to take his hand again, and he lifted his gaze from his shoes to look you in the eye. You smiled up at him from under the streetlight, and George smiled back a little.

"Georgie, I would never have asked for a better night." You squeezed his fingers with yours and tugged him forward gently. "C'mon, Magpie. Let's get home. It'll be cooling down soon, and I don't want you walking outside much longer than needed tonight."

George followed behind, but you still took your time coming home since the both of you got caught up in another conversation. This time, it was about the flowers you were passing in the park.

"... I used to water those for you, y'know." He pointed to a cluster of marigolds. To think that was ten years earlier and they still stayed put, growing outwards and stronger than ever.

"I used to check on them every day to make sure they weren't dying. You told me one time you really liked those flowers and I just..." he smiled a little at the memory. "I just couldn't get enough of your smile every time you saw them."

You turned to look up at him. You had absolutely no clue he did that for you. It made you love the flowers even more, and your heart jumped a little when you realized that the marigolds were the very reason George insisted you both took the trail all the tine.

"I'll still come across them when passing flower shops. I always think of you when I see them."

"Wow. George, I... I never knew you paid that much attention to me."

"Why wouldn't I? You're my best friend."

And George didn't say anything after that, especially when you didn't respond to his last comment, which he didn't even mean to say.

By the time George could think up a sentence to save himself from friend-zoning the both of you right then and there, he felt like he'd left it for too long.

His heart was sinking, and he tried to shake off the comment best he could, and walked you the rest of the way home.

His stomach was in a knot as he looked up at your apartment building. The front door to the lobby looked intimidating, and his palms began to sweat again. You slipped your hand out of George's, and it distracted him from his racing thoughts.

"You think I'm gonna just leave you here?" His question was sudden, and you blinked once.

"I'm sorry?" You looked from George, to the apartment door which was ten feet away from the both of you. "But George, I'm home?"

"I have to walk you to your door." You laughed at his response, head thrown back as you sighed. "You mean to tell me you, George Harrison, are gonna walk up five flights of stairs in the next two minutes just to make sure you can hear me lock my door and know I'm safe?"

"Would it be a real date if I didn't?"

There was another beat of silence as George watched your eyes shift from left to right in thought. You pursed your lips a little, and then looked him in the eye.

"... Suppose it wouldn't be then, no."

"Then may I walk you to your door, Y/n?"

You finally answered him with a simple nod of your head, and George reached out to take your hand again. He wordlessly led you to the door which he opened for you, and then brought you to the flight of stairs. Nowhere else to go but up.

In about two minutes, you and George got to the fifth floor. As soon as he entered the hall, it felt like the walls were slowly closing together as you both took quiet, careful steps towards the end of the way.

The entire time, your hands were glued together, and no one let go, even when you were both finally stopped, and standing in front of your door.

"I'm sorry about tonight, Y/n. I know you were saying earlier tonight turned out perfect and everything but..." George's brain was still on that platonic comment he made on the walk.

"George, there is no one I would have rather spent tonight with than you. No one."

George squeezed your hand, and then sighed. "I just wish tonight happened under different circumstances."

"Different circumstances?" You repeated a little confused, and the boy in front of you pursed his lips and nodded his head.

Deep breaths. Here it goes.

"Y/n, ever since I found out about this date, my blood has just been boiling with jealousy for that boy. Hell, I still don't even know his name and I could tell you he isn't good for you."

You looked taken aback. Jealousy was definitely not where you thought he was going with all of this.

"I fell in love with you, Y/n. Years ago. And because I feared rejection, I didn't want to take my chances and say anything. But the truth of the matter is that I'd be the happiest person alive just to be able to love you openly. I can't stand to see you cry the way he made you tonight."

Again, you stood there, no words coming to mind to respond with. Your silence didn't make George stop.

"To think for years my feelings for you haven't gone away. I've always thought you felt the same, yet you were never mine." George paused. "When can this boy get you back again, Y/n?"

There was a long silence, his eyes searching yours for your answer, and you were staring up at him like a deer in headlights.

"I-- if I'd known-- I never thought-- George, I had no clue." He could see the lost look on your face, and it made his heart ache, especially when your lip began to tremble and your eyes started filling to the brim with tears.

"Why do you think I turned down every guy who's tried to get with me? I just... I never thought you'd love me back, Georgie." His emotions sank into a deep dark guilt. All this time, and you felt the same way about him...

And then he blinked.

You feel the same way about him!

George reached out to you, his hand cupping the side of your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb. Your tears began to fall, and he pulled you into his chest tightly for a moment. "My Love," he mumbled, pulling away just far enough for him to see your face again.

"Oh, even when you're crying, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever set eyes on..." There was a beat of nothing; just the sound of shallow breaths shared between the both of you before George began to inch in slowly towards you.

"... George, what are you doing...?" Your question was gentle, and you didn't stop him from coming any closer. You didn't want to stop him.

"Something I should've done a long time ago."

His attention fixated to your mouth once before your lips finally clashed together.

For over a decade, George had waited for the moment he tasted your lips; and now that it was here, he was almost scared he wouldn't know what to do.

The both of you were holding your breath since you both felt a little unsure at first, but it was a given, he was kissing his childhood best friend, and you were, too. You kissed back a little, and George exhaled lightly through his nose, a little relieved knowing you were getting a little more comfortable with the situation.

George's hands fell to your waist, fingers curling around your body as he eventually pulled you even closer. You parted your lips a little, and he bit down on your bottom lip, pulling away after hearing you gasp.

"Oh! Did I hurt you? I'm--" George could barely rush an apology out before you pulled him down to kiss him again, and pushing him backwards until his back was flat against your door. He watched as you closed the space between you again, and your lips were on his again.

His heart was pounding, ears ringing loudly as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, and all the boy could remember thinking about was how blissful it all was in that moment. George threw his arms around you and started pushing back just a little.

You pulled away from him to gasp in a breath, George's hands grabbing your arms and pinning you against your door so he could put you in the place he was moments before; to give you the moment to experience just a fraction of all the love he would be able to eventually give to you.

His lips briefly found the crook of your neck and you moaned quietly as George sucked at your skin a little, which only resulted in him pulling away just to lean back in to kiss your lips and swallow your pleasant hums.

You eventually pulled away to face him again, lips swelled and pink, and breaths quick. You never thought you'd have so much trouble breathing while kissing someone.

Then again, it's not everyday that the man you're kissing is George Harrison.

"I know it's rare to ask this on a first date but..." George leaned down to attach his lips to the column of your throat, and he hummed against your skin when you moaned gently, delaying your question for a moment.

"... Did you maybe wanna, I don't know, come in, stick around for some tea?"

"Is that even a question?" George asked lowly against your neck, and you smiled. You reached into your purse to retrieve your apartment keys, which you blindly stuck into the keyhole since George was back to kissing you again, and the both of you stumbled through the door as soon as you got it open.

You and George kicked your shoes off after shutting the door, and you pushed him up against the wall in the front corridor to kiss him once again.

Ten years was way too long for the both of you to be deprived of one another any further, and George gladly let you migrate your lips to his neck after a moment, tilting his head back for you to make things a little easier.

With your head buried into his neck and your arms circled around one another, George lazily opened this eyes to watch himself in that same mirror across the hall he looked into a few hours prior.

All the boy could do was smile to himself, breathing heavily as he watched your reflection switch to the other side of his neck after leaving a mark on the right side of his throat.

Not only was his reflection successful in this date tonight, but George himself pulled off the biggest risk he could imagine and it paid off.

He finally got the girl of his dreams.

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A/A/N: honestly, this fic lives rent free in my head and it has been since I wrote it, so I gotta show it off to y'all. Again, I know it was long, but I really hope you enjoy it <3

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REPUTATION - Chapter 1

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Words: 3615

Rating: T

Warnings: slowest of burns, gender swapped characters, TOUCHING HANDS, no us of y/n

Summary: After scandal damages your reputation, you are finished with society. But a mysterious bachelor by the name of Mr. Djarin has a reputation of his own. And you are determined to keep yourself from getting mixed up with him.

A/N: So after THAT LOOK I know we are all working on our Darcy fics. I feel very intimidated to give it a go when so many talented writers are going to be doing it better but I really haven’t been able to think about anything else.

Also please forgive any historical inaccuracies. I hate those even when they’re on purpose so let’s just agree to ignore them.

And thanks @pascalslittlebrat for taking a look at this and listening to all of my feelings.

MASTERLIST

You used to enjoy going to balls. You used to feel excitement when you got dressed in a fine white gown, your hair set elegantly with little silk flowers. Your heart would race when you would arrive and see all of the gentlemen in their finery. And dancing. There was a time when you could stay on your feet all night, drinking in the attention of all the eligible bachelors.

Those days were long gone. Now you felt a rock in the pit of your stomach the entire time. You counted the moments until you could leave. You couldn’t even bother to put on a pleasant expression, spending entire evenings sullen and taciturn. But at least this was the last ball you had to drag yourself to this season.

You had been forced to spend yet another season in town. This time you had the company of your younger cousin Julia, though her older sister Emma was a difficult chaperone. And tonight you were being hosted by Captain Charles Dune and his wife Lady Georgiana Karga. They threw wonderful parties– at least you had enjoyed them when you enjoyed those things. It was a masquerade ball which meant Julia had picked out a dainty little mask for you to wear. You couldn’t be bothered to choose one yourself but Julia had an eye for this sort of thing. And you liked the creamy white bow that she tied into your hair.

Julia was looking forward to tonight. She was very popular despite being related to you, containing all of the traits a man would want in a wife– good looks, excellent conversational skills, and a talent at the piano forte. She had a number of young men constantly calling on her and her dance card was practically full before she had even gotten into the carriage.

“You look so pretty!” she insisted, though she was probably admiring the work she had done to make you presentable.

Emma was looking forward to being finished with you. She had been married for three years and fancied herself an authority on the subject. She spent much of her time lecturing you on the proper way to comport yourself. Tonight she was just trying to get you to quit sulking.

“Would you at least try to be sociable?” Emma requested with a frown.

“I don’t much see the point,” you huffed. “Do you really believe I’ll get a proposal at the last ball of the season?”

“Lady Georgiana has invited an old friend of the captain’s,” Emma encouraged. “Mr. Djarin. She says he’s quite admirable.”

You rolled your eyes. You both knew you were headed for spinsterhood. Emma had lost her mind if she thought that she was going to pawn you off on some aged, paunchy bachelor.

The ball went exactly as you had expected. You watched Julia dance and laugh. You stood by as Emma talked animatedly when she wasn’t giving you sharp looks. Though there were gentlemen without partners, no one asked you to dance aside from Captain Dune and a few of the unlucky young men he could press into service.

Even now at the end of the season, where so many engagements had been made, you could still feel the eyes on you, the whispers behind hands. It was as if they thought the masks covered their looks of derision. You knew what they were saying, why they snickered and turned away.

It was all because of your broken engagement to Mr. Vanth. There was no returning from a situation like that. You had been cast aside and all of the ton could enjoy surmising the reasons. Your reputation was in shambles.

But it wasn’t the fact that he had gone and married some heiress not two months after he’d given you up that made it all so painful. What had really destroyed you was the fact that you’d let yourself love him. He wasn’t the best choice though he was handsome and had enough income to keep you comfortable. But you had given your heart to him and he had crushed it. And you looked like an utter fool for it.

For some reason, tonight it all stung. You’d learned to drown out the comments and ignore the sideways glances. But here you were, closing yet another season, as single as the day you’d come out. You’d begged your poor mother to let you stay at home in the country so that you wouldn’t have to suffer these indignities. It was pathetic that you had even shown up in London. But she had insisted, had assured you that you were still desirable, still attractive and spirited.

You certainly didn’t feel that way now. You snatched up a glass of wine from a nearby valet and drank it down in nearly a single gulp. It did little to soothe your nerves.

You needed air. You took another glass and sped towards the garden. The noise and music floated out here but the fresh air was cool and the garden looked quite empty, the vacant pathways lit by torches.

You’d once been so much fun. You’d laughed and smiled. You’d had no worries about your future. Now, not only were you a laughing stock but you would be lucky if you could rely on your cousin’s generosity for the rest of your days lest you end up in the poor house.

Tears were welling up in your eyes. You tore the mask off of your face to wipe them away. With your vision clouded and in the dim of the garden, you didn’t see the man that was standing in the shadows until you’d run right into his back.

You’d hit him with enough force to knock you back a few paces but he hardly flinched. He was tall and broad shouldered and he turned to look at you with curiosity. He was alone, thank heavens. He wore a black tailcoat and under that a waist coat that looked like silver and shined like silk. You didn’t recognize him but, of course, he was wearing a mask like all of the other guests. His was rendered in the same silver fabric with a slim slit for his eyes. A scalloped piece of fabric fell from the bottom of the mask down to his chin so you couldn’t see anything of his face other than his dark eyes.

Once you’d regained your balance you began to stutter an apology.

“Forgive me, sir,” you stammered. “I must mind my step.”

The stranger didn’t say anything, he just continued to look you up and down, the torch light reflected in his eyes. His hair was a mess of dark curls. His stature was imposing and incredibly still. You were so shaken that you suddenly realized how you looked, your face stained with tears and eyes glassy. You felt your cheeks burn with even more embarrassment.

Just as you opened your mouth to give some explanation, a voice came from behind you.

“Djarin! There you are!” Captain Dune called out, as jovial as ever.

You did your best to wipe the tears from your cheeks while the masked man turned his attention away.

Captain Dune sauntered down the path with his wife on his elbow. He was a dark haired, stocky man who still looked quite dashing in his dress uniform. He had been a hero of the Nile and served with your father before his ship had been lost. His round face was adorned with a black mask.

“Ah! I see you’ve met the young lady I told you about,” Dune said.

Lady Georgiana’s bright eyes looked between the two of you from under her leather mask. She was a beautiful woman with dark skin and a wide smile. She had always been kind to you even after the disastrous affair with Mr. Vanth.

“My dear, allow me to introduce Mr. Djarin,” Lady Georgiana said. “He is a very good friend.”

Mr. Djarin gave a tight bow when she introduced you but barely murmured a, “How do you do?”

“What are you doing hiding out here, Djarin? The dancing is inside!” Dune teased.

Mr. Djarin gave a chuckle but he didn’t sound amused.

“Why don’t you ask this young lady for a dance? I’m sure she would lower herself to stand up with you,” the captain continued with a wink.

“I’d better not. Please, you’ll have to excuse me. I should retire,” Mr. Djarin said, his voice deep and raspy.

Your eyes fell to the ground and you swallowed hard. You hoped in the darkness of the garden, Lady Georgiana didn’t catch your upset. Clearly Captain Dune had told him everything about you. Why else would this man be so impolite?

“Oh come now. It’s early, yet,” the captain protested.

“Forgive me. It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he bowed and took his leave.

“My dear,” Lady Georgiana tried, “you’ll have to forgive Mr. Djarin. He has lived alone for so long that he sometimes forgets his manners.”

You gave her a smile, clenching your jaw so that you would not cry.

“I just had a splendid idea!” Lady Georgiana exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “You should come stay with us at Nevarro Hall. We leave next week. It would be great fun. I do find that part of the country so diverting.”

“You are too kind but I couldn’t impose,” you said politely. You had a feeling this offer only came because Georgiana felt responsible for her friend’s slight.

“Nonsense! You’re quite right that is a grand idea!” the captain agreed.

It was agreed that Lady Georgiana would write to your mother to inform her of the invitation. You knew she wouldn’t disagree considering how kind the Dunes were and how generous an invitation it was. Once the matter was settled, Captain Dune insisted you return to the party and you reluctantly slunk back inside.

Julia was with a gaggle of some friends when you returned to the ballroom. There was some excitement going on between them.

“Did you see him, Lucy?” one of the girls asked.

“I was introduced,” Lucy squealed. “It is a shame he was not here earlier in the season.”

You realized they were talking about Mr. Djarin and you felt yourself frowning.

“You’re not happy with Mr. Calican?” Julia laughed. Lucy had accepted his proposal just yesterday.

“No, of course!” she scoffed.

“What was he like?” Julia asked.

“I’ve heard he has a fine estate,” Lucy said.

“Oh, he was terribly handsome,” the first girl craned her neck to try and spot Mr. Djarin.

You wanted to laugh. You had also been introduced to Mr. Djarin but there was no way of knowing how handsome he was beneath that mask. You might have even ventured to tell them that but Emma joined the group looking disgruntled.

“I have learned some most unsettling news about Mr. Djarin,” she said. “He is traveling with a child who is in his care.”

“What about that offends you so?” Julia rolled her eyes.

“That is just it, Julia. I am told that this young boy is not merely Mr. Djarin’s ward. He is, in fact, his natural child.” This last part she said in a scandalized whisper.

This raised quite a few eyebrows but you furrowed your own.

“You are told?” You responded. “By whom?”

You knew the rumors that had circulated about yourself and had grown to absolutely despise and distrust gossip.

“I have it on good authority,” Emma said, which meant that some busybody had told her.

You shook your head. You hated that you felt the need to defend Mr. Djarin after he’d been so rude to you. If he had a child out of wedlock, one that he paraded around shamelessly, then what right did he have to rebuff you? You reminded yourself that this was merely hearsay. And no one deserved to be slandered like that.

But when you saw the way the other girls eyed you, you remembered yourself. If you protested too much, it would only speak to your own reputation. So you let them prattle on and as soon as you could slip away, you did, and spent the rest of the evening counting the minutes until you could leave and fall into bed.

After such an excruciating time in town, you were happy to be going anywhere else and, selfishly, you were glad that you didn’t need to spend a long carriage ride hearing Julia go on and on about how much she would miss being in town.

Nevarro Hall was situated on a gorgeous estate in a quiet part of the countryside. Lady Georgiana had given you a well appointed room with a view of the grounds. There was a beautiful garden with a fountain in the middle and, beyond that, a manicured lawn. You could see down to the lake and, past that, the tall trees. You spent a week walking the grounds with Lady Georgiana.

You loved to draw and you could set yourself in some corner of the garden and sketch the flowers for hours on end. It was such a wonderful change from the constant noise and hustle of town– the endless parties and calls, Emma herding you around like a prized cow. When the weather was fair, Lady Georgiana would have tea set outside and she and the captain would ask for a tour through your sketchbook and kindly remark on your talents.

“Perhaps you will create a likeness of the captain, my dear,” Lady Georgiana suggested. “If he will sit still enough for you.”

The captain laughed at that remark as the valet presented him with a letter.

“Very good! It seems Djarin will be joining us tomorrow! His business in town is finished,” he said.

You tried to hide your displeasure. You had no interest in sitting through dinners and excruciating evenings with Mr. Djarin. But you had little choice in the matter. And the captain and Lady Karga had been such generous hosts, you wouldn’t insult them by cutting your visit short.

You decided that you would be as polite as necessary but keep away from him as much as possible. This was wise, you told yourself, because your reputation couldn’t suffer any more difficulties. There were plenty of people that would jump at the chance to make even a passing association with Mr. Djarin into a scandal. But, of course, there was still a part of you that smarted at the way he had dismissed you in your very first encounter. You couldn’t be prevailed upon to be pleasant to a man that was so insulting. And so you would not.

Luckily, the first two days, it was easy to avoid Mr. Djarin entirely. The captain had taken him out riding or shooting or some such activity men enjoyed and they had dined out. Lady Georgiana had become a dear companion to you but she had begun to spend far too much time hinting at how much she liked the new guest. You would merely nod and smile and let your mind wander when she started to tell you how agreeable Mr. Djarin was or how he had been such a kind friend to her father.

On the third day, you had complained of a headache so you could excuse yourself from breakfast. After you had the tea and toast that Lady Georgiana had sent up to your room, you insisted a walk would be good for you and you set out across the grounds with your sketchbook.

You decided the stables were a good place to be left alone. It wasn’t like anyone would be looking for you there and, save the horses, there was nobody there. You found a little wooden chair and sat down to draw the horses and tack.

There was a beautiful black mare with white whiskers around her snout that you were sketching when you heard a noise. It was a funny little squeal. You thought you had imagined it until you heard it again. It had come from the empty horse stall at the very end and when you set down your sketchbook to investigate, you found a little boy sitting in the hay.

“Hello,” you said to him.

He smiled up at you. He looked incredibly sweet with chubby little cheeks. His ears seemed too big for his head and his eyes, too, were big and round. He wore a little brown suit with a delicate ruffle around the neck that was now covered in mud and hay.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked him, though he seemed too small to answer.

He babbled at you and held out something in his hand.

“What’s that?”

The child leaned forward, stretching towards you, and dropped it into your hand. It was a little silver ball that jingled like it had a bell within.

“Thank you,” you chuckled.

You shook it and it made a tinkling sound. He clapped his pudgy hands together, then planted them on the ground, and carefully got to his feet. He continued to yammer on as he tottered towards you, falling on his behind once, but determined to reach you on his own.

“Grogu!” You heard a voice from the path outside that you recognized. “Grogu!”

The boy scampered out of the stable and right up to the boot of Mr. Djarin.

“Where have you been, lad? They’re turning the whole house over looking for you,” he said.

He scooped the little boy up, holding his whole body in the crook of his arm, a wide hand grasping the boy’s calf. Grogu put a dirty hand up to Mr. Djarin’s chin and he laughed softly.

Now that you had the benefit of seeing him without a mask, you realized Mr. Djarin was, indeed, quite handsome. He had full lips and a prominent nose. His skin was a shade of gold that complimented his dark eyes. His starched collar met a square jaw that was dotted with stubble. In the sunlight, you could see that his soft curls and thick sideburns were threaded with grey hairs. The smile that spread over his features was so warm, you wished you could capture it in your sketchbook.

This was the infamous child, then. You saw little resemblance between Mr. Djarin and the lad but he held him so tenderly, it made you wonder if the rumors hadn’t been true.

That’s what you were pondering when the boy turned his attention back to you, pointing with a plump little finger. Mr. Djarin’s whole body stiffened when he saw you, his eyes turning sharp.

“Good morning,” you said with a curtsy.

His jaw clenched and he nodded.

“He was playing,” you tried, tilting your head back towards the stable.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was drawing the horses,” you explained.

His head tilted just slightly.

“Is that his name? Grogu?” You asked when Mr. Djarin failed to speak.

“Yes,” he said.

You smiled. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Grogu.”

You put out your hand and the lad wrapped his fingers around one of yours.

“Ebba!” he cried.

You laughed. When you glanced at Mr. Djarin he was looking at you with an expression you could only describe as fear. Your smile faltered.

“I take it your business was concluded. In a satisfactory manner, I hope?” you inquired politely.

His brow furrowed momentarily and he opened his mouth and then set Grogu down at his feet.

“Yes. I-” he cleared his throat. “Please, you must forgive me for my behavior at the masquerade. Lady Georgiana said that I offended you. That was not my intention.”

You felt heat in your cheeks once again, embarrassment mixed with anger. You couldn’t believe he had to be told that he had acted like an ass. “Not to worry, sir. My pride has already been damaged so thoroughly, what is but one more slight?”

The look that crossed his face was absolute horror. You would have apologized for speaking so plainly but you frankly didn’t care. What right did he have to judge you? To apologize like you were so pitiful when here he was with his love child. You knew what men like Mr. Djarin were like and you’d learned to keep a wide berth.

“I- I should tell them that I’ve found him,” Mr. Djarin said. “Good day.”

He turned to go back up the path.

“Wait!” you called.

You blushed when you realized how impolite it sounded. Mr. Djarin turned carefully but said nothing. You approached him, painfully aware of the way he stared at you. It was difficult to meet his eye. You swallowed and held out the child’s ball to him. Mr. Djarin put out his hand and you placed it in his palm. As you did, your fingertips brushed his hand and you shivered. His skin felt rough and his palm was so large compared to your own. Your breath caught and, for some reason, you wished he would close his fingers around yours. You quickly withdrew your hand.

The boy reached out for the ball with a coo.

“Much obliged,” Mr Djarin managed. He was still looking at you with intense concentration.

Your chest felt tight.

“I’ll let them know at the house,” you stuttered and after a quick curtsy you were rushing back up the path.

--- Chapter 2

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Dance lessons part 2

Judy laid a pink bodysuit and tights on the bed.

"What's that?" I asked her

"Your outfit for your new dance class" She laughed

"Your kidding right? Brad can't expect me to wear that"

"My guess is if you plan on getting a chance to suck his cock" Judy was laughing out loud now. She pulled my towel away. I stood naked. Her hand slid between my cheeks.

"Do you need help?" She asked as my dick grew hard.

"We both know your his bitch now" Judy told me. She was rolling up the tights. Judy slid them up my legs. You really should shave these legs if your going to dress up like this for him. She helped me with the bodysuit. It clasped in the crotch. I got you these as well she handed me ballet slippers. She kissed me.

"We haven't talked about it but, I am never going to let you inside me again." Judy told me sitting me down

"I understand" I told her. But I am not to old to want the touch of a man" She continued. "So I was thinking you have Brad. I am going to take a lover." She rubbed my hardening dick as she said it

"I don't know what to say" I told her

"I think I will find a man with a big cock" She continued. "We will remained married and keep up appearances for the kids. I do love you very much but you obviously want a man. And so do I" She said

I nodded my head.

"Judy, can I ask for one more thing?" I asked

"Of course you are my love" She told me.

"I couldn't well I had trouble." She looked at me with calm patience.

"I had a hard time sucking him" I spit out.

"It takes lots and lots of practice, is he big?" She held her hands apart. I pushed them in alittle. He was about 7 inches long I thought and alot thicker then me but didn't tell her that.

"Lucky you" She smiled. "Don't worry Brad will teach you what he wants" I was excited to see him again. I rushed over. Felling ridiculous yet totally turned on by what I wore. Trying not to speed. Unlike home now I had to walk out in public. Luckily the area was pretty secluded from the main street. I looked around no one to be seen so I read for the door. As I opened it two teenage girls dressed alot like I was where on there way out. They giggled as they passed me. I went into the studio. Brad was waiting. He locked the door. I looked like my little dick would burst thru the tight material any second.

"We need to get you in shape and flexible" he told me. He worked me thru exercise after exercise. "All ballerinas must be light on there toes." As he had me bend and flex. His hands kept me hard the whole time as he corrected my movements or pushed close to me. I was exhausted when he told me I could stop.

"Shower" he pointed to the bathroom. I went and stripped and jumped in the hot shower. Still hard as ever I started to play with it. When Brad joined me.

"Is that what you want?" He asked grabbing my dick. So I started to stroke his. He used two fingers while I used my whole hand. I finished very quick. I lost most of my enthusiasm to continue. He pulled me from the shower and laid me on a table. He applied lotion and gave me a deep massage. He didn't miss a spot. When he got to my ass his fingers probed inside as well. With the same intensity as he had massaged everywhere else. I moaned and coed as he worked his fingers in out first one hand then the other. Swollen deeply stretching and working my hole. It was amazing. After about 30 minutes I realized he had fingers from both hands in my ass at the same time what 4 or 5 I thought. He removed them and pulled me back I felt his hard cock easily slid it.

"Clench around my cock pull me in" Brad told me.

"Tell me what you want" he said

"Yes, fuck me" I replied. He kept giving instructions he wanted me to be more verbal so I tried.

"Yes I need your big cock" and "fuck me make me your bitch"

These encouraged Brad to fuck me harder and faster suddenly he pulled out and yanked me off the table he came all over my face. I licked my lips tasting his seed.

I looked up at him and realized he shaves his chest. And he had very short hair around his cock and balls.

"No more playing with yourself" he told me. And left me on the floor he just walked out. I jumped back in the shower and rinsed off. What would I wear home I thought. When Brad walked back in he handed me a pile of clothes.

"Thanks" I said

"Thank you, Brad" he corrected me. "You should learn to speak properly" he smacked my ass. Then kissed me.

"See you next week" he said softly

"I am looking forward to seeing you again" I answered carefully

He smiled and left me alone

I looked at the clothes there was a yellow thong. A pair of white leggings. And a purple tee shirt with a lace neckline. And open toed shoe with a slight hee. I got dressed and was glad it had gotten dark out when I tried to run to my car losing my shoe I had to go back.

I thought on my way home I am willing to dress like a woman to have a man fuck me. I was a total faggot. And Judy did deserve a real man.

Judy was waiting for me when I got home

"You look nice" She smiled.

"Judy I want you to know, I really understand why you need a real man to satisfy you" I confessed.

"Thank you Paula" She pinched my nipple through the shirt. "Right now I want my lesbian husband" She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She was naked in seconds. But pulled me to her still dressed. I kissed her breast then went down and sucked her clit. It didn't take long for her to climax. She quickly fell asleep and I got changed. The week was hectic last minute prep before are daughters wedding.

"Do you want to have a spa day with me?" Judy asked "you could get all pretty for the wedding?" I had taken the day off.

"I don't know" I told her a bit nervous about it

"Come on it will be fun" She told me. "Don't worry it's at a salon that no one will recognize you"

"Alright if you think it will be ok" I said

"I already spoke to them they are used to sissybois" She told me. I was dressed in sweats and we headed out. It was a few towns over.

"I told them you wanted the whole package" Judy told me.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"We will see" She smiled

We arrived and a woman of about 40 greeted us.

"My name is Olivia, you must be Judy and Paula" She looked at me disappointed.

"This is Kevin, he will be taking care of Judy today and Paula you are with me." Kevin was a tall young man who was in very good shape. I found myself checking out the bulge in his tight jeans.

"So Paula let's get started" Olivia led me to a room with an adjustable table. It smelled of lilacs.

"Strip and get on the table" Olivia told me. Another woman joined us. I was a bit embarrassed as I put my clothes in a basket and wrapped a small towel around my waist.

"We are going to wax all that ugly hair away" Olivia told me. They worked quickly Olivia did my chest as the other woman started on my legs. They clipped the longer hair then applied wax. It hurt as they tore the strips away. It took what seemed like forever. Olivia pulled away my towel

"Now are we leaving a landing strip or just smooth?" She asked.

"I don't know" She smiled and said "OK I will decide" She didn't tell me just went back to work. When they finished I was sore all over. I looked down to see a little heart above my hard dick. The rest of me was smooth. They rinsed me off. Then rubbed me everywhere with lotion. I was handed a pink robe that was very short barely covering my ass. Olivia led me out to a tradition salon lots of chairs. Kevin was cutting Judy's hair. She also wore only a pink robe.

"Wow your legs look amazing" Judy told me. Olivia didn't ask questions just started styling my hair. Judy had her hair colored. I was a little surprised when Olivia did the same to me. As I sat and waited she plucked my eyebrows and shaved me with a straight razor.

"Next time we can do a bit more but I understand you have a wedding to attend" Olivia said. When she let me look my hair was its natural brown the gray gone. And my features seemed softened.

"You look ten years younger" Judy told me. She too looked amazing. She was very chatty with Kevin and I noticed alot of touching between them. Next different woman came in and did my nails. Again no one asked me any questions my toes were painted a bright pink. My fingers got a clear coat. Judy got extensions and painted a baby blue to match her dress for the wedding. We where done and went back to get dressed. In my basket I found my phone but instead of my sweets I found a pink thong and bra set that matched my toes. The white leggings Brad had given me. And a simple white t shirt with the salons name on it. I had trouble with the bra but Olivia helped me. You could see my bra thru the white shirt. I slid on my trainers with no socks. I went out to find Judy. I waited 10 minutes before she appeared. She paid the bill.

"Want to go to lunch?" She asked

"I can't dressed like this" I told her.

"You look like a proper sissy fag" She told me. She gave me a deep kiss. The whispered in my ear.

"Does he taste good" I knew she had just sucked Kevin's cock. Olivia gave me her card.

"Just ask for me next time sweety" she kissed my cheek.

Judy did stop at a simple salad place for lunch she practically dragged me in. I got a few stares but we ate quietly.

"See I told you no one cares that your a little fag" Judy smiled.

Then we headed home. There where several packages all for me when we got home. They where full of clothes. I practically had a new wardrobe. Stockings to dresses. One box was full of nothing but panties bras and lingerie. Judy had me put everything away in are daughters old room. She took several pics of me. And insisted on seeing my little heart. She had her stripped bald.

"You can sleep in are bed, only if you wear panties and a nightie from now on. Otherwise you can sleep in here"

I opened the last box and pulled out several dildos.

"Show me how you suck Brad's cock" Judy held one up to me. She had me get on my knees. And then gave me pointers on what to do. She had me practice till my jaw and throat hurt. I was rock hard.

"You going to take care of that?" She asked

"Brad said he didn't want me playing with myself" I told her. She smiled and left me alone.

I slept next to her wearing a pink short and string tee shirt set covered in hearts.

We woke the next morning to are daughter bursting thru the door.

"Mom, help" She said. I hid under the blankets not wanting her to see my nighty. Judy got up and calmed the nervous bride. As I quickly thru on sweets and made breakfast for an endless parade of young woman. As they all arrived to get ready. I changed and headed to the grooms place with my tux. I had a hard time trying not to check out all these younger men getting changed. I had not felt like this back at home with the girls. How had I just become gay? had Brad awoken some hidden in me? The wedding went off without a hook. I remembered to lead when I danced with my daughter. But we stole the show when Judy led me around the dance floor. At one point Judy disappeared from the reception. I asked Keri, are daughter if she had seen her. She smiled

"Dad" She took, my hand and led me to a quiet room off to the side.

"I noticed some pretty sexy things in my old room this morning. And mom explained that you. Um are having a mid life sexual crisis." I paniced

"Dad, it's OK. I don't care and I love you very much" she patted my hand like a child.

"Mom, is upstairs getting what she needs right now" She told me. I got hard instantly. I was embarrassed that my daughter knew and that Judy was getting laid by some guy. I wondered who it was.

"Are you ok, Dad" Keri asked.

"Yes this is your day" I kissed her "I am so happy for you"

"And I am glad I now have another person to go shopping with" She giggled. Judy reappeared alittle less put together about an hour later. As things where wrapping up. We said are goodbyes and settled any bills.

"Would you like to suck a hot guys cum from my cunt?" Judy asked as we left.

"YES" I moaned as she rubbed my hard dick.

"Then hurry" She told me.

I was home in under 15 minutes. She led me inside I saw cum running down her leg. I flipped up her dress She wore no panties. I licked every drop of cum off of her. When I finished I looked up

"You told Keri" I said

"And a few more people" She responded.

"You just sucked John's cum out of me" she told me. John was my best friend.

"He loved the pics of you" She added. I so wanted to cum.

"No" Judy scolded as I touched myself. "Go take a cold shower"

I did as she said it helped a little. Judy was ready for bed when I came out she wore only simple bikini panties and a tee shirt. On the bed she had laid out a sexy white negligee with a matching thong. Judy was watching TV she noticed I was hard again.

"That has to wait till Tuesday" she commented. Over the next two days I found myself even more submissive and horny.

I was so excited when I dressed for Brad in my leotard and stockings. I took a cute summer dress to wear home. Brad made me go through the workout first pushing me even harder. When he joined me in the shower I came on his leg as he kissed me rubbing against me. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. Not stopping till he filled my mouth with cum I tried to swallow it all. Again he got me on the table and gave me a massage. This time he worked something very hard in my ass. Then he had me rollover.

"Tell me your gay and want men to use you" he told me.

"I am gay, I want men to fuck me and use me" I told him. He played with my soft dick.

"You don't need this anymore" he told me. I don't want you to touch it ever, you should sit to pee so you don't have to hold it" he told me.

"Your a sissy now, you will never wear boy underwear again" he told me.

And if you can't help bit touch this I will lock it away" he informed me.

"Next week there will be more cock to play with, you would like that wouldn't you?" He asked

"Yes, I can't stop desiring cock" I told him.

"Wear this plug home, and for two hours before bed everydsy" he told me. I got up and dressed. I wanted to show Brad my dress but he left and locked the door behind him. When I got home I recognized John's truck I the driveway. I tried to sneak in so he wouldn't see me in a dress. But I ran straight into him. He wore only his boxers. As he was picking up his clothes she'd as they must have stripped all the way to the bedroom. He lifted my dress and laughed

"Sexier panties then your wife" he finished dressing and left. I found Judy in bed covered in cum. I crawled in and licked her clean.

"Your such a cum slut" She laughed. I got changed and removed the plug it was huge I was surprised it had fit. I washed it and got dressed for bed.

To be continued