#she told me we were playing truth or dare and she kept picking truth because she wanted to keep talking ajdjsk

[clamorybus]

babysat my niece all day and it went really well! we spent most of it on the trampoline, just shooting the shit

[writingbyshiloh]

Third Time's the Charm

Request: Hii,if your request are still open can i request something for Gen V?Can you write something where Jordan and fem reader are childhood best friends and Jordan had always been in love with her but they feel insecure because they don’t know if reader will like them in both forms romantically?So when,in ep 3,Jordan dad goes like “Y/n and Jordan will be husband and wife” reader goes “Maybe we will be wife and wife”because she loves Jordan just like they are?

AN: Reader wants to be the first supe president (just to explain why they’re at the gala), I changed the timeline of the ep a tiny bit. I have another request about meeting Jordan's parents but that one might be more angsty.

CW: fem!reader, kissing, no beta, Jordan's parents are just their warning. The start is all flashbacks so I may have slipped on the tense a few times, no beta

WC: 2.0K

Jordan Li was your first kiss. Twice. The first time was in kindergarten, when they tried to kiss you and you smacked them with your Queen Mauve lunch box. Your second first kiss (the one you consider your actual first kiss) was done by you while playing truth or dare at 14. After picking a dare, you were asked to kiss the best-looking guy in the group. You shrugged and picked your best friend - Jordan. 

At age six, they were there when you broke your ankle trying to see if you could fly (you couldn’t). When you did get powers, they were the first person you told.

When Jordan came out to you as bigender, you did an internet deep-dive, trying to understand as much as possible.

Jordan listened to every interaction you had with your high school crush while quietly dying inside, wanting you to be happy. When your high school boyfriend cheated on you and then dumped you for the girl he cheated with, Jordan was there, ready to sink hours into their Xbox to keep you distracted.

The worst week of your life was when you didn't speak to Jordan for 9 whole days. You got into a petty argument where you called them self-absorbed and they called you clingy. The fight snowballed into yelling arguments and ended with you receiving a cold shoulder from Jordan. 

When Jordan got their wisdom teeth removed, you camped out in their room, snuggled under their duvet with them to watch Property Brothers for two days straight. You even made sure they took their painkillers on time and used ice packs.

Every fight with their parents, you were outside in your car ready to pick up Jordan to stay with you. Once you showed up at their house at 6:03 am, eyes blurry with sleep and still in pyjamas. Jordan was crying, bob haircut looked messy from sleep. You drove them to Vought-A-Burger, still half asleep and ate greasy breakfast sandwiches in your car until Jordan stopped crying. 

Jordan was even your date to prom, taking photos with you in their masculine form to get their parents off their back. Once their parents were happy, you snuck them back to yours, where you stashed their prom dress. 

You both even applied to God U together. Too nervous to check your acceptance, Jordan checked yours and you checked theirs. Sitting across from each other on your bed you both log in before giving the laptops to each other.

“Okay, three, two, one…” you counted down, opening Jordan’s laptop. Your eyes scanned for any promising words like congratulations, or welcome. "Accepted" was the first word your eyes caught but you need to fuck with them.

“Jord… I’m so sorry.” You start. Their face falls, and you feel like a dick for doing this. But the opportunity is too good to pass up. “That you believed me! Because you got in!”

They lunged across your bed to see what the screen says. You saw Jordan's eyes scan the same letter you just read, picking out the same words. 

“You’re such an asshole!” they told you, rolling their eyes, gently hitting your arm with the back of their hand

You’ve never been shy about showering Jordan with compliments. Saved in screenshots never to see the light of day, Jordan has kept some of them. 

You: OMG!!! Jordan you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to call you my friend. 

You: You’re so handsome!!! I love your hair slicked back! If she doesn’t agree you need to drop her. 

You: ur a solid 9/10. Lost a point for not giving me a sip of your drink yesterday lol

Jordan Li has been in love with you since age 16. Probably earlier, if they want to admit that to themselves. You’ve only ever expressed interest in men so they kept their feelings to themselves, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, figuring it was better to have you as a friend only than not at all. 

In your first year, you were even roommates. While Jordan flourished in crim, you bounced between majors before settling into politics.

Every time you brought some frat guy to your shared dorm, Jordan died inside. Trying to get over their long-standing crush, Jordan did the same.

When Jordan made number 2 on the top five, you celebrate with them. Maybe a bit too hard that night.

You were there when their ranking dropped after the death of Brink. A man you only met twice, but you would do anything for Jordan. Especially given how hard you fell for both versions of them last year.

“I’m going to try to tag team with your dad, get some points for you and keep him engaged, yeah?” You ask over your shocker. Jordan is behind you, ready to help with zipper duty for your dress.

“You don’t have to.”

You let out a small scoff. “Dude. I’m doing poli supe. Schmoozing with rich people is like half our courses. Zip me up please.”

“How long have you known Jordan? You seem to be a good couple.” The man you and Jordan's dad suckered into a conversation asks. He's sitting beside Jordan's parents, while you and Jordan are on the edge of some fancy pit or table. 

“Well, these two have known each other pretty well over the years. Jordan tried to kiss her when they were kids, and she hit him with her Black Noir lunch box.”

“It was a Queen Mauve lunch box, actually.” You say with a laugh.

“And she called him ‘Jojo’ for probably the next two years out of spite.” Kayla laughs. It's a special embarrassment when your parents tell stories about your childhood. All the stories are about you but it's been so long ago you can’t remember any of it. Jordan looks worse off, slouchy posture against the banister, while you sit next to him. Part of you wants to tell him to sit up straight, but you figure you can play the grief angle better this way. 

“Oh, and remember when Jordan got his wisdom teeth out? You guys were inseparable. I think I still have the photo of you two passed out watching TV!” Kayla gushes, reaching for her phone to find the photo.

“We all thought you two would be president and First Gentleman.” Dad insists. Your smile is fake and tight, knowing if Paul pulls out prom photos, you would have to quietly fling yourself out of a window. 

Maybe you drank a bit too much liquid courage. Maybe the tension between them and their parents was getting to you. To give Jordan some space, you took their parents for a tour of your classes, knowing they’ll be talking to your family when they go back to Rochester.

Jordan shifting doesn’t even cause you to raise an eyebrow, the subtle sound just blurs into the background.

“Or president and First Lady.” You blurt out, four pairs of eyes darting towards you. “First supes in the Whitehouse? It would be political dynamite.”

“You like this version of Jordan?” Dad asks with bewilderment.

“Of course. I like Jordan because of how smart and driven they are. I like Jordan because of their weird sense of humour. It doesn’t matter what they look like.” you say, trying to prove it to their parents, but also to them. You’ve picked up on their crush many times, too kind to say something that would embarrass them or hurt them. It’s only recently how much you found yourself staring at fem Jordan and wanting to kiss her too. 

“I’m going to go and mingle some more.” says the man, Brad or Rob maybe. You forgot his name right after you met him. His words are like a bucket of cold water was dumped over you. You don’t confess your feelings to Jordan just to Jordan, but in front of their judgy parents, and a possible donner. You need to go. 

You stand and straighten out your dress. 

“I’m going to go too. Other donors to talk to. Go Jordan!" You finish with an awkward laugh and even more cringy go team! gesture by yourself. 

You didn't lie to Jordan and their parents. You did go and talk to other donors but it twists your stomach every time you bring up how amazing their grades are, or how skillful they are at fighting. After donor number three gives you an answer that technically was “we’ll see” but heavily implied to be "yes for Jordan” you went to hide in the bathroom. You have enough battery left on your V-phone to keep it going for most of the night. Tomorrow you can talk to Jordan and hope you don’t fuck it all up. 

You barely look up when the door opens, already have done too much for the day to care who it is. 

‘Hey, can we talk?” You snap to attention at the voice. Of course, you know that voice. It's Jordan, still feminine presenting. 

“Fuck, Jord, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have spring that on you. I promise I’ll just go back and try to get you some votes, you’re going through a lot.” You say, in a rush to get the words out, desperate not to fuck up you’re friendship. The rim of the sink is hard against your back but you can’t help but shrink into it. 

“Did you mean it?” They ask, still keeping a distance from you.

“Yeah, of course, I don’t want to ruin this friendship.”

“No, what you said in front of my parents.” 

Oh right. Your confession. Fuck. It's already out there, might as well keep it going. 

“I may, uh-” you curse yourself for leaving your drink outside the bathroom, wanting something in your hands to stall. “-have a crush. On you. My best friend.” You twist your hands together, wishing Jordan didn’t look so pretty. If your heart beats any faster you may go into cardiac arrest. 

It's Jordan that indicates your third first kiss. It's gentle, and fast, like the second one. She pulls back quickly, but you run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer. The intensity from the first first kiss is still there, only this time you both share it. Her hand smooths up to your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a silent invitation to open your mouth. You comply, and tilt your head into her palm. Her tongue sweeps into your mouth and you can taste the champagne they were drinking. 

The sound of the door opening makes you both jump.

“Stall?” You ask, voice low and hushed. You squirm out from where she has you between the sink and her. You push the door open to the nicest-looking stall, desperate to keep kissing Jordan. They follow your lead eagerly, one hand wrapped around your shoulder to keep you near. 

Dipping their head, they softly kiss your jaw before moving onto your neck. You silently thank the other two women arguing in the bathroom so that your gasp goes unnoticed. Giving Jordan's hair a small tug, you pull them back up to you. The shit-eating grin they flash you makes you want to almost get caught again. 

Your free hand moves to their waist, trying to get as close to them as physically possible. 

You pull back slightly, wanting so desperately to get lost in the moment, but the commotion in the other stall is distracting. Plus you’re nosey.

Jordan frowns when you pull away, eyes scanning your face for something they did wrong. You shake your head and tip it over to the stall.

“The fuck?” They mouth to you, hand still around your shoulder.

You gently push Jordan against the door to give yourself space to squat down. You see two pairs of feet in the stall across the wall. You hear the voices quiet down, before the sound of someone peeing. You frown slightly, weird fetish to do at a memorial gala but you hear rumours about students into more fucked up shit. 

“We should get outta here.” You whisper to Jordan. 

“Weird place for our third first kiss.” Jordan whispers back. You reach around them to unlock the stall door. Third first kiss. You replay the words in your head, a warm feeling blooming in your chest. 

You gently push them out of the stall, trying to keep your laughs quiet as you both scurry past the other couple in the stall. 

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Beautiful Boy | Alex Walter

pairing: Alex Walter x female!reader

show: My life with the Walter Boys

warnings: mostly fluff and love confessions, but a bit of implied sexual activities

word count: 4,6k

summary: You are completely in love with your best friend. When the chance is given, you decide to finally take it and show your love.

a/n: The story will mention a review from the past, where they play truth or dare. So, I was inspired to write that scenario: match made in heaven is here!

He's everything I ever wished for. It´s silly, thinking about it, really. My ongoing crush for him since the first time I met him all these years ago.

It was during the first day after the winter holiday. It was dark outside, very cold and rainy weather. Well, unfortunately it did not look like that in the morning, so I instantly panicked after school, because I forgot to bring my jacket. Normally one of my friends picked me up after school and drove me home, but she was sick today and I heard about her being ill, last minute.

So now I´m standing in the hallway, debating if I should better start to go to the bus station (probably getting soaked) or if I just walk to the school library, hoping that the weather cools down. I was drowning in my own thoughts, when I first heard his voice.

"Are you okay?" The second my eyes landed on him, I was gone for good. Because the boy in front of me was utterly beautiful. Handsome round face, freckles, warm brown eyes and a shy smile. One look at him and I fell in love with his beauty. Little did I know, I would soon fall head over heals for his personality or the way his voice sounds when he is making fun of me, because I believe in love at first sight. How could I not, when I have met him?

He was very caring the first time we met. Even though I was embarrassed of my situation, he made me feel comfortable. When I told him about my difficulty, he instantly helped me out. He told me, that his brother also picked him up from school every day, so it wouldnt be a problem, if I came along. Not only this sweet gesture made me speechless, it was also the way he stripped out of his jacket and gave it to me without hesitation, when we went outside and he saw that I didnt bring a jacket.

"What? No, I can´t-" I tried to argue, but one blink of his lashes, one look at his eyes, was enough to keep me occupied. "My mom would kill me, if I didnt. It´s okay, I dont mind." He really was the sweetest. His jacket kept in fact, keep me warm. And it also smelled like him, thats what made me blush in the end. I didnt know, if he noticed me looking at him from time to time (but then again, he nowadays didnt noticed it either), but I could not contain myself.

He was a gentleman, shy and adorable. He was all I wished for in a guy. When his brother - who I idetified as the most popular guy of our school- Cole, came in sight, only then it clicked. The boy in front of me, with his nervous smile, was Alex Walter.

When the car parked and the headlights were visible in the rain, we quickly ran to the blue vehicle. His brother didnt talk much, so the car ride was mostly quiet, my eyes were out the window and my thoughts were on Alex previous gesture of holding the door open for me. He didnt intend for me to fall in love with him, but I couldnt think of anything else to do, better than exactly that.

"I didnt get your name?" was all he said, when the car stopped in front of my house. "Oh right, sorry. Im y/n." He smiled again at me and my heart wanted to jump out off my chest. I didnt really notice Cole in the front and his famous "Cole effect". I was all catched up, by the beautiful boy next to me.

"Alex" he shook my hand and it made me giggle. I saw his ears turning pink at my laughter, so I smiled at him, so he knew I wasnt making fun of him. He relaxed then, but much to my dislike the blonde brother spoke up, before I could say something else. "I dont have all day, so are you two done looking at each other or can you go now? I swear, I saw y´all nearly kiss." At that, I was the one who turned red. "Sorry, thanks for the ride and-" as I wanted to strip off the jacket, Alex stopped my movements. "Oh no, you can have it. I mean- it´s still raining outside, I-I dont want you to get sick." Maybe I was already at that exact moment, falling in love with him. I also think, that his words made my cheeks turn a shade of red, that wasnt even on a scala anymore, because it was so high.

"But when do I give it back to you?" The last thing I wanted to do, was crossing a line with the Walter brothers. And maybe I also hoped to see him again. "Tomorrow? I will be in the gaming room in third grade. If thats okay with you?" He spoke quickly, because Cole kept getting more annoyed. "No, its fine. Thank you, Alex." I kissed him on the cheek (dont know where that one came from) and before I could look back, I was already out of the car and running towards the house. When I opened the door and the warmth embraced me, I looked out of the window from my house. The car was already gone, but I remember smiling so bright, I almost could not contain the happy feeling that consumed me.

That was the first time, my diary heard of Alex Walter.

The next day, I searched through three gaming rooms before I finally found him, starring at his laptop. As soon as I tapped him gently on the shoulder, he turned around and looked at me suprised. When he asked me, if I had had any trouble finding him, I said "what no, it took five minutes", when in reality it took 20 minutes, but he sounded really sincere, so it didnt matter.

That was the start of our ever-lasting friendship. We became best friends quickly and are verly close ever since, he is my other half. We are always together, in the hallway, at lunch, we see each other at the weekends and we even got the price "the best of best friends" by our friendgroup. I mean it was funny and its nice, really. But it says everything. We are just friends.

It´s very funny actually, because he knows me better than anyone and I can´t keep one secret from him. He just knows, when something is up. But my biggest secret of all time, that was the part where he was clueless about.

My love for him.

He just doesnt notice and I tried to not show it, but everyone knows I like him. Well, expect for him. When I look at him too long, because I (again) got lost in his eyes or looked a second too long at his lips, while he talked, he thinks he has something on his face. When I compliment him, for literal anything, he thinks I make fun of him, so he doesn't take it seriously. And I tried almost everything, so he could finally notice. Maybe then he could make the first move.

I once talked about my ideal type, because it was a truth or dare on my birthday party and I literally described him - he didnt notice. I swoon on a daily basis over his beauty, his intelligence , his personality, his habits, his cute flaws like staying up all night to play a video game - he doesnt know. I tried to learn his favorite video game, I read the Lord of the Rings saga, I even watched baseball games with him, I do anything so he will notice, how much I care about him. But he just doesn't get it.

If I would know, he simply didnt like me that way, I could somehow cope with that. But then, there are moments, where I would catch him starring at me, where he seems to be the one wanting me. He watches romantic movies with me and lets me cry about it after, when I´m sad about the ending, Sometimes I even get to lay on his chest. He listens when I talk about my newest book obsession, he goes shopping with me, even though he hates it. He helps me studying and I can tell him anything, he´s always there for me.

So it could be, that maybe my feelings were not completely unrequited. But then again, why didnt he made a move by now? Nevertheless, it keeps me awake at night. Because I want nothing more than to kiss his soft lips, feel his skin against mine, to look at his eyes and study every single freckle from his neck to his forehead. I want to love him. In a way, he knows it.

These feelings, these thoughts are constantly in my head. Especially now, when I sit across him and simply look at his concentrated face. His eyebrows are drawn together, he´s currently biting on his bottom lip, his nose scrunched in a frown. The light of his room shows me every little detail of his face. In moments like this, on a friday evening, where we study together for a biology test, I wish he would know how I feel about him. Because it would make everything so much easier.

Its currently raining outside, a remember of our first encounter, the clouds are dark and I hear loud thunder since the last couple of minutes went by. "Do you think, it will get better? The weather clearly looks bad." I shift my gaze to look at him and when I catch him starring at me, my heart swells in my chest.

I want to break the distant between us and close the gap of our lips. Want to get to know every little detail of his body. But as he speaks up, I clear my head. "I dont know, Danny said something about a storm. I honestly didnt know, it would be that bad." He closes his textbook and stands up, looking out the window. ,,Should I go?" My question suprises him. "Now? I think if you take a step outside, you will get swept up by your feet. It´s not safe." He looks at me unwary. "I dont know, I always wanted to fly. Maybe thats a sign." I grin at him and he laughs quietly. "Yeah, of course. Let me ask my dad, what he thinks is for the best. Maybe he can get you an umbrella and you do your best Mary Poppins impression."

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30 minutes later I find myself in a full-on Walter-family-disscussion. "But uncle! I dont get to have girls stay overnight. Thats unfair!" Lee is looking at George, unable to hide his jealousy. "When did a girl ever wanted to stay overnight with you?" Isaac asks from across the table. Lee just ignores him, an angry look in his eyes.

"Look, its nothing that I will allow forever. But right now, she cant go home, so she is welcomed to stay here." I smile at him, thankful that I´m not getting thrown out. "Also, she is like a thirteen family member. She´s practically living here." George added. One look at Alex and I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was I just like a sister to him? "Okay enough of that. Y/n, dear you are welcome to stay the night. We will figure it out. Nathan is staying with Skylar, so his bed is free." I´m glad, Katherine is here. I thank her and George and by the time, we ate dinner and Alex got me a toothbrush, so I could get ready for bed, it was late after 11.

As I make my way back to Alex's room after using the bathroom to change into my clothes, leaving me with shorts and a shirt, Cole is suddenly standing next to me. "Well, what a great opportunity for you." He grins at me. At his comment, I am visible confused. "What do you mean?" I look up to his smiling figure. "You have him all by yourself, of course. Your chance to finally do something. I can´t stand it anymore, you like him and he likes you. I always thought you were the clever one out of you two, so please put everyone out of this misery and kiss him, because he´s a complete idiot. It's long overdue for you two to get together."

His words leave me stunned. After he´s done talking, he makes his way silently back to his own room and I´m still standing in the hallway, trying to process his words. Kiss him. He likes you. Does Alex really likes me or is that some cruel joke for Cole? I hope not. Because my friends have told me several times, that they think, Alex likes me too. But I always thought, they were wrong.

My heart is heavily pounding as I make my way back to his room, taking a deep breath as I open the door. Alex is playing a video game, as always, but I see that he also changed into something more comfortable. It helps me calm down my nerves, when I see him doing something, he always does. I take a few steps towards his chair and his concentrated figure.

I mean, what was there in life, if I didnt take any risks? If he likes me back, it could be the answer to all my dreams and if not - well, the weather was still going pretty bad and could help me out of the awkward situation.

When I decided to test their he-likes-you-too-theory, I quickly came up with a plan. Okay, so I wasnt the best at flirting, that was for sure, but I could make a move. For starters, I wanted something, I often thought about.

As I stand behind him, I trace my fingers along his shoulders, hearing his surprised breath, that he quickly tries to hide. Well too bad, I heard it.

"Alex?" My voice is quiet.

"...yes?" I can see his muscles tense, while I keep touching his shoulders, going lower until I touch his arm. Something about what Cole said, about Alex liking me, gives me a certain confidence, that wasnt there before. Please dont let the King of hooking up be wrong.

"Could I borrow one of your hoodies? I´m freezing and only have my shirt." I try not to think about the possibility that he laughs in my face and says no. But then again, I know that Alex wouldnt do that. "I-uh, yeah. You can, um, grab one out of my closet." I smile to myself, when I see his eyes nervously scanning the display. He paused the game, even though he doesnt look at me while he talks.

"Thanks." As I turn towards his closet, I get the feeling that he´s secretly watching me choose a hoodie. When I get a hold on a dark green one, I immediately know its the one from when we first met. I take it and walk towards the other bed, getting a glimpse of his eyes, that continue to follow me. And then I do something, I thought I would never do in front of him. I change out of my top, the cold air hitting my skin and I hear him gasps.

When I change into his hoodie, a settling warmth embraces me. I smile to myself, a joy blooms in my chest, the feeling of wearing his clothes, makes me feel too good to be true. The shorts I´m wearing are the same ones as before and I think, that I kinda like the casual look. And maybe it looks fine, that could be a good way to get Alex attention. My shorts cover my thighs, but because his hoodie is bigger than what I normally wear, this way it looks like I only wear his hoodie.

When I turn around and fix my hair, he already started another game again. Okay, mission getting-some-sort-of-reaction, is starting to get interesting. "Soo, what do you think? Too big?" I wait for his reaction. When he slowly turns around, one hand holding up his headphones, I see him trying not to stare too hard. But since I see his eyes scanning my body, it´s impossible for him to pretend. I smile to myself.

"And?" I make a step in his direction, watching him swallow. His eyes wander to the floor and a nervous expression crosses his face. "I- I need to finish this game so-" he turns around so fast, I´m almost surprised his neck didnt broke. Shit. That wasnt part of the plan. I glance around the room, trying to come up with something, another way to keep his attention at me. I sit on his bed, near his computer and decide to watch him play. I hear the sound of the game playing in the background, while I continue to think of a way for him to notice me.

And even though I keep my hands to myself, I see him sqirming in his seat. I laugh quietly. "Everything okay?" it seems he isnt that concentrated anymore. "Yeah, uh, are you bored? You never watch me play." His head turns to look at me. "You could teach me some moves." I say, looking at him and then the game, that shows a spider attacking some creature. He raises his eyebrows at my words.

"You sure? I thought you didnt like video games." My eyes wander to his lap as I quickly come up with a plan. "Maybe I will like it, if you show me some tricks. And also, I like you and you´re really interested in gaming, so I thought I could make an effort." His cheeks are blushing, my eyes are starring at his clueless ones.

A smile tucks at his lips, but he tries to keep his cool. "I mean, I´m really good at this, so I could teach you one or two lessons. Where do you want to sit? I only have one gaming chair, but-" he glances around the room, trying to come up with something.

"Well, we could share?" I ask, my voice sounding sincere and not as much thrilled at the idea, to sit in his lap, even though I am freaking out in my thoughts. His eyes widen, when he realizes what I just said.

"You want to-" he doesn't finish his sentence, stuttering at the idea of me sitting on his lap. "If thats okay with you, of course? I think its the best solution, I mean I do want the full experience. So its fair." I see him nervously licking his lips. "Yeah, yeah. I get that. Okay, cool, how do you want to-" I smile at him and his nervous speech. "Just relax, I dont bite. You do know that, right?" I laugh when I see his ears turning pink.

"Right. So uh, come here, I guess?" He puts his arms on the armrests to give me good access and I feel myself getting nervous. God, I never got to be this close to him. I stand up, his eyes take my form in his sweater in, I see him starring at the naked skin. And when I see something shining in his hair, I act without a second thought.

"You have something in your hair, dummy." It's a little paper ball from Benny, probably from the previous dinner (fight), I lean myself down, facing him forward in his lap and cross my legs over his thighs. I don't notice what position we are in until I lean back to show him the piece of paper and suddenly, I'm just a few centimeters from his face. Shocked by the less to no space we have left between us, he doesn't speak and neither do I. We just look at each other.

"i-i got it." The words leave my mouth, the distance between our faces -god his lips look so soft- leaves me speechless. It takes him a moment, but when he answers he sounds just as out of breath as me.

"thanks."

Again, we sit in silence. Suddenly I loose my balance and I almost fall out of the chair, but his arms are quick to catch me. So now, he has his arms around my waist and my arms linger around his shoulders for support. If I would lean closer, I could kiss him.

The thought of kissing him, makes me sqirm and when he lays his hands onto my waist to still my movements, I feel dizzy. Because Im not just sitting on his legs. Indeed, I sit literally on his lap. So when I feel myself getting wet, because he makes me so touch starved, I completely loose my mind.

"Im sorry- i didnt mean to sit that way. I just-" his eyes are so fascinating, brown, green and warm. It feels like he´s looking at my soul. He´s watching my every move. I know I should probably get up, but its the first time, he is that close to me and I cant stop looking at him.

Without a thought in my head, I raise my hand and touch his cheek. I see his lips breaking apart, so he can draw a surprised breath. "You have so many freckles everywhere." My eyes wander around his face. His voice comes back to life for a second, but only to sign. "Too many, actually." I draw my eyebrows together.

"It suits you and it´s not too much. Thats a perfectly fine amount of freckles. Look-" I start to count them. Each and every one. Starting from his ears towards his cheeks, his nose, further down until I stop at his lips. "You have one right above the corner of your mouth." I mutter, my thumb brushes his lips for a second.

Caught, my eyes sneak back to search his gaze. But he just looks at me. My heart feels like it could break any second, if I dont open my mouth to say something.

"You are" I begin to say "so beautiful to me. Every freckle you have, the colour of your eyes, your hair, your lips, your voice, just you."

I cant hold back anymore.

"i-i love you, Alex. I really do. I thought it would just be a crush that would go away, when time goes on, but it hasnt. You´re in every piece of my heart, you hold it together. You are my joy, my laugh, my sadness, you were everything for me, the first second I got to know you. Because you are the best person in my life, my best friend, my other half, my partner in crime, I would bail you out of jail in a heartbeat. Without you, my heart wouldn't beat anymore anyway. Because you make it live. Every day, every time I see you. Maybe if I would have known better, I would have never agreed to take your jacket, the first time we met. If I would have known, how absolutely in love I would get with you, it would have scared me to death. But now? Now I know better than to be away from you, because I better live as your best friend than without having you in my life. Because now, being away from you would be my death."

In one second, I bail my heart out and before I know it, he takes my face in his hands and leans forward. He stops his movement right before our lips touch.

"I think you will be the death of me too, sweetheart."

And with that, he kisses me.

Slow at first, his lips touch mine, so very soft and gentle. I almost think I´m dreaming, because his lips do feel like a dream to me. His hands caress my back and I clutch to his shoulders, afraid the moment will end. His warm hands strive back to my cheeks, tilding my head in a way he can have more access.

And I let him, mainly because I´m too caught up with this emotion and also because I would let him do anything with me. My hands are in his dark hair, gently tugging at his strings, so I get to hear that little breathless sound he makes, that makes my heart flutter.

I sink in his warm embrace, moving my lips with the same rhythm as him, hearing my heartbeat in my ears. His right hand goes to the back of my neck and this action makes me weak in the knees. And he notices it. Gently he breaks apart, leaving me with the want to have more of him and when I open my eyes - I didnt know I closed them - he looks at me, like I´m the sun and he´s the moon, that was away for too long.

"God, you´re so beautiful." His voice is deep, I can hear him catch his breath. His words make my heart ache until I think it isnt able to comprehend his compliment. I feel his lips again, my eyes flutter at the contact. One hand around my hip, holding me steady and the other one, around my neck, making me unsteady.

"alex-" a moan wants to escape me, but I try to hold myself together. His lips leave my mouth and trail further down, finding a spot at the curve of my neck.

"god, yes. Say my name again." I´m pretty sure, I never wanted him more than now.

My hands linger in his hair, I feel his hot breath on my skin and clench my thighs together. He is making me feel all worked up. As his lips leave that spot, I whimper his name, but as soon as his mouth leaves my body, he reconnects with it.

Brushing my hair aside, he kisses me again for a second before he lets go of me. With that, im completely convinced he hates me, the way he´s making me suffer. I hear him quietly laugh, so I slowly open my eyes to watch his face.

"You look drunk on love. Are you alright?" He smiles at me, looking at me, like he didnt just turn my world up site down (and my panties wet, by the way).

"What?" I ask, catching my breath. His skin glows and as I watch every detail of his face (how could I not), I almost miss his next sentence. "I would have never thought that this was your idea of gaming." I feel his shoulders move, when he tries to keep himself from laughing.

I gently smile and roll my eyes. "You are just too handsome for me, to concentrate on anything other than you." His cheeks turn red and there´s a glimmer in his eyes, that makes me feel completed. "So that´s why you have bad grades in math, maybe I shouldnt be sitting next to you then." His joke makes me laugh.

"Well, maybe you can give me some private lessons, so I could improve." At that, he opens his mouth, but no words are said. "Too stunned to speak?" I lean forward, his eyes follow my lips. "You just never flirted with me, its distracting." He looks up.

I just shake my head. One of my hands sneaks around to linger at his cheek. "Oh, trust me. I have. You just never noticed." His eyebrows rise. "Thats a shame. But I guess I have now." He catches my lips.

Yes, he definitely did notice me now.

[themelongum]

truth or dare that plays out perfectly for jean, but not so much for eren

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere,” Sasha shouted, peeking out of the doorway. Wobbling her way, she approached our lounging area, glancing between me and Eren with a huge, silly grin on her lips.

“Just how much did you drink?” I asked, assessing her current state.

“Didn’t count,” she replied, giggling. “And, well, looks like someone was smoking,” she whisper-yelled, pointing at the joint with her widened eyes. “Didn’t know you kept secrets from me… Oh, secrets, right! I came to steal you for the ‘Truth or Dare’. Everyone’s in there ready to play, so let’s go.” She stretched out her arms and shook them, signaling for me to take her hands.

I did exactly that, getting off the bench, when she glanced over my shoulder. “You too, Eren!”

His nose wrinkled as he looked up at her. “Why do we have to play these stupid games every damn time?”

“Because we want to know your secrets, Eren.” She rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t be so grumpy!”

His gaze slid to me, and I shrugged my shoulders, tilting my head with a smile as if telling him “Why not?”.

Through the noise of an ongoing party, Sasha led us upstairs, where it was much quieter. As soon as we entered a room that I detected as Historia’s, all eyes turned to us. Everyone I’d met so far was in that room, apparently forming their entire friend group.

Under their gazes—some warm and welcoming, some cold and wary—I made my way to the sofa, sitting next to Sasha, who plopped there, moving Marco and Connie. I had to shift even closer to the girl when Eren decided to sit there too. Next to him, Mikasa, Armin, and Annie sat on a smaller couch placed in an L-shape arrangement, while Jean stretched in an armchair at the opposite end of the bedroom.

Scanning the room, I met eyes with Reiner, who was sitting right across me on the edge of a king-sized bed, along with Bertholdt. On the other end of the bed, Historia was lying on her side, with Ymir sitting behind her.

“Alright, everyone’s finally here, so we can start,” Connie said, scooting closer to the edge of the sofa. “You all know the rules. Pick the truth, tell the truth. Pick a dare, do the dare.”

“Very informative,” Annie chimed in, her cheeks burning red and her eyes slit.

“If you’re a pussy, you can opt out by drinking.” Connie raised one of the liquor bottles off the table. He then focused his gaze on me, smirking before he said, “Our new girl here will start the game. Choose the lucky one.”

Shit, Connie, why me? I’m terrible at coming up with dares or truths. But at least I don’t have to be the first one to do them, I guess.

“Okay.” I gulped, feeling all eyes on me. “Connie, truth or dare?” I stared at the boy with a grin.

“Dare. You can dare me to kiss you, I won’t mind,” he replied, wiggling his brows.

But Connie didn’t get a kiss. Instead, he got a perfectly uneven mustache drawn on his face with a permanent marker. A little heart on his right cheek served as a consolation prize.

One after another, the truths were told and the dares were done. Prompted by Connie, Bertholdt ate a spoonful of hot sauce, and Annie then did fifty push-ups. Historia asked Eren about his body count over the summer, and when he said it was four, she labeled him a manwhore. Ymir flipped Reiner off when he asked her if she was a lesbian. And poor Marco had to jump in the cold pool water fully clothed and then just sit there soaking wet with only towels to help him.

When Reiner called my name, answering who was the hottest girl in the room, everyone seemed to be as surprised as me. Feeling my cheeks getting warmer, I averted my gaze to the side with an awkward smile.

As it came to Sasha, she fixed her eyes on me. Knowing her the longest out of anyone there, I was sure I would be safe with anything, so I chose to tell the truth. But I soon learned that I shouldn’t have trusted her in a state of inebriety.

“I know you don’t date, but are you into hook-ups?” she asked, raising her brows and giggling. “And,” she continued, “who would you pick out of everyone here?”

I could feel the burning on my skin from all the stares directed at me.

Why, Sasha? Quick, quick. I need to think of something.

“You don’t date?” Connie chimed in. “What about our marriage and four kids? Man, you’re ruining my plans,” he said, scrunching his brows and shaking his head in disappointment.

“Four kids is wild.” I laughed. “And don’t worry, Sash, you’d be the first one on the list if I had any,” I answered, earning a smug smile from her. Hoping that would do, I hurried to deflect the attention away from myself. “Mikasa, truth or dare?” The girl looked at me for a while before choosing to do a dare.

“I dare you to be my gym partner for a month,” I said absentmindedly, thinking she would take a shot. Mikasa, however, agreed to the dare, following with the warning about the intensity of her workouts and her strict schedule. And at this point, it seemed as if the dare was more mine than hers.

With the amount of voluntary and involuntary drinking, things got heated up. Some of the deepest secrets came to the surface, shamefully covered by blushing and averted gazes.

At one point, Connie and Sasha had to exchange their clothes, which was obviously more challenging for the former. Comfortable in a loose shirt and baggy pants, Sasha couldn’t contain her laughter every time she looked at the boy, who had to cover his nether regions for the rest of the night.

“Jean, truth or dare?” Sasha asked, bringing my attention to the guy, who had been quiet lately.

“Dare.” His eyes were already half-lidded as he nonchalantly scanned the room.

“I dare you,” she said, pausing for a second, “to kiss one of the girls.”

I didn’t know why, but I felt my heart sink at her words. It was probably the alcohol to blame, as everyone was practically wasted by that time.

Without hesitation, Jean got up from his seat and made his way across the room, confident in his moves, like he knew his target all along and was waiting for that dare to happen.

He was walking towards Mikasa. He didn’t look at her or at anyone in particular, but his movements said it all. Who else could it be on this trajectory? Certainly not Sasha. And Mikasa’s wavering gaze was more than telling, too.

Will he kiss her? Will she kiss him back?

My breath hitched when he turned to me, leaning closer. “’Tis okay?” he whispered, halting inches before my face, his eyes locked with mine. My mind went blank, and the only thing I could do was give him a nod, straightening in my seat.

In a second, his warm lips landed on mine, moving gently and rhythmically. He placed one of his hands on my left cheek, while the other slid from my back to my waist, pulling me closer.

His hold on me was firm, his strong arms lifting me slightly from the sofa. Reaching for his neck, I trailed my fingers up and down as we both deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, getting full access to my mouth, and I caressed it with my own, tasting a tinge of his liquor.

As we pulled away, I softly smiled at Jean, finding a grin on his lips. The extended eye contact became too much, and I shyly averted my gaze to the side, only for my eyes to be met with Eren’s intense stare.

He looked at me blankly, with no emotion visible on his face. But just a second before he looked away, I spotted something in his eyes, almost as if he was…

Disappointed?

another little something read the whole thing here or here

[dxwnstxr]

Why…

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Xiao x y/n (Reader)

Genre: Angst

Warning: Death, Xiao crying

I can remember his smile. He was always the type to seclude himself from other people. Because of that he never really had fun. He would always be protecting Liyue from any demons that dared to come near. Another reason he never really hung out with others was due to his karma. He believed anyone that got close to him in any way would get hurt. So, he kept this wall up from other people. He always told me it was to protect others but the more i got to learn about him and understand him it came to my realization it was to protect himself from getting hurt again.

I never pushed his boundaries but instead accepted them. Instead of avoiding him completely i was there when he needed me the most. He had panic/anxiety attacks quite often. It only ever happened once but i cherished the memory forever. 

~Flash Back~

I had just gotten to the Wangshu inn when Verr called my name out in panic. She had come and told me Xiao came back severely injured and refused treatment. My eyes widened as i ran up to his room. Since it was reserved for him meaning it never changed it was easy to remember. The door was creaked open which was rare. I peeked inside the room and saw Xiao sitting on his bed with his face in his hands. If you listened hard enough you could hear sobs but it's almost impossible. I walked over to him and kneeled in front of him. 

“Hey i’m here” I spoke softly, gently moving his left hand away from his face. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks still had tears on them. It shocked me. Xiao never cried. Looking into his eyes you could see the sadness and sorrow in them. My eyes softened. I got up and sat next to him. “Can you tell me what-”

Before i could even finish my sentence he had hugged me. It wasn’t rushed or forceful. It wasn’t even desperate. It was loneliness. He put his face on my chest and wrapped his arms around my torso. It caught me off guard but i soon hugged him back to comfort him. I put one hand on his back and the other on top of his head playing with his hair. 

Soon his breathing calmed and the tears stopped. He lifted up his upper torso and let go of me. He thanked me for being here. He looked up at me and smiled saying me being here helped. His eyes were still puffy and red, and his cheeks were tinted pink and wet from crying. 

~Present day~ 

I never forgot that day. Xiao was always so strong and calm. I admired that about him. I thought that maybe if i could help then he would see me as more than a friend. Yet here i am on the ground bleeding to death. I can feel myself slipping away with each breath. If i’m going to die here i want if to be in his arms. 

“X-xiao”

-His pov-

One thing i did to calm my nerves was watching the sun rise and set on the balcony of the wangshu inn. As i closed my eyes i faint voice came with the breeze. 

“Xiao”

My eyes widened. The voice was so easy to dictate. Only one person had that voice. I teleported myself to the voice. Following the wind. Once the breeze stopped I looked around in just barely i saw someone in the distance. I ran up to them and i felt paralyzed. y/n laid bloody and cold on the ground. I slowly walked towards them and then fell to my knees. Why. Why her. Out of everyone. Her eyes opened just enough so she could see me and i picked up her hand. I kept telling her that she’ll be ok. We both knew that wasn’t true. I wanted to believe that though. Her shaky hand came up the my cheek and cupped it. I leaned into her touch. She faintly smiled. 

“Xiao, i-i love yo...”

The light in her eyes faded. She loves me-? Why tell me now. 

“No! No! y/n common wake up. Maybe Morax can heal you. O-or the adepti. Please you can’t leave me. I need you...” Nothing worked. She still didn't move. I didn’t want to come to the truth of it. If only i came sooner. If i stayed with her. My eyes stung and my body became weak. I picked up her cold fragile body and held it close. I kissed her forehead that put mine against her’s. 

I love you too y/n.

[elizabeth1234dontknow]

A missing girl in My house (rewrite)

Hello...hello..hi

My therapist told me to tell my feelings out

I remember when I was 4 or 5 I believe it was in the 2000s I can't remember my memory is off i remember seeing a person in the hallway and always knocking on my bedroom door but it would stop at 5am but this only happened because of a bet at a one sleepover it was Truth of dare they told me to go to an that old abandoned house in the woods I didn't want to go but they would make fun of me so I did it I'm still ashamed of it to this day but then I made a new friend when I turn 6 years old every time in my house I saw a little girl but she only was around me when I was alone but when everyone else was around she wasn't there it was creepy it was very creepy but I couldn't do anything I was helpless and if I tried to leave she said no to me I was scared to admit it but I couldn't do anything about it I was so scared sometimes she would play with a knife with me it was scary and everyone else thought I was crazy I'm not I swear I'm not

It was very creepy for me I always get nightmares I always have scars on my body and I don't know why this is happening to me I'm so scared I always saw her face in my nightmares her face was burnt only I could see her skull and I'm so tired of this please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please stop please....

Sorry I'm just still scared of those nightmares I'll come back when I'm ready....

(after a month later)

I'm okay now but it's still scared this person has been following me lately it was very creepy and not good I'm going to go back to that forest I'm not going to be scared anymore if I find anything I'll tell you I'm need to find out I just got to go to that house in the forest I don't care I'm going to finish what I started I don't care I don't want any of these nightmares anymore more I'm f****ing done with this do you here me I'm done with this sh*t I'm so damn done I need help

(a week later)

So I found an body in these but it still freaks me out still I was still sick to my stomach I felt like I wanted to throw up it was so scared I'm so scared I didn't know what do but...I still feel like this is getting worse for me there is this weird person has been following me and I'm getting called they are all unknown but it's scary to me I want it to stop but somehow this person knows my email and has been sending these messages like

How could you forget me,why did you move but when you come back you just left me to rot and when you came back I feel like you betrayed me you said we were friends all way together, together forever!!!!

(end of the email)

It was horrible it never stopped it just kept on coming the emails but it was mistake to go back I just can't anymore I think it was a mistake still I just want it to go home...

(a year later)

I think I'm very tired my therapist told me it could be just an hallucination but I think someone is stalking me I need help I just can't anymore I think I should leave this town because the nightmare go away when I move out of town I think I should move I think it's for the best for me I'm sorry mom...Dad...my friends.... I'm leaving and leaving coming back goodbye....

(when I pick up my phone I got one last email that says see you one day and it made me sick to my stomach)

(end)

[sweet-potato-gua]

Yall yk wut i just found out?

This is so true beauty but this is what happened

My friend I’ll refer to as M is moreover on the fat and ugly side but overall ok looking grades suck too. M likes a person and i didn’t know. She only told me after months while my other friends in the friend group already knew. How she told me? She called me a pick me for sitting well close to him and another guy friend btw and we talk abt stuff that r fun so I laugh. Right before weeks this happened i started developing feelings for M’s crush cus whatever. M accused me of liking her crush and accused me of being a pick me by “acting close to him”… After that day i was distant but I kept hanging around those two guy friends cus they r fun to be around with,(not at recess but just sitting close to them)… M accused me again a few weeks later because i was acting the same way even if i was being more distant towards her hunny boo boo bear. Today we were playing a game and some guys including the two im good friends with were playing also. We were spinning a wheel to see who receiving the truth or dare and bla bla bla. One question my friend girl asked M’s crush who he used to like this year. He fucking said M… I consider myself better than M not because im confident or anything but because i m moreover prettier have better grades , (like more than M cus she’s failing everything also i have a more bubbly and open personality tho im an introvert. Also anyway i confessed to M’s crush when I didn’t know she liked him before. I hate my life. Imma cvt myself or do homework now tho baiiii… P.S I might update

[frankoceanlover119]

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

Hey guys, been a minute, hasn't it? I thought I might give another update since the last post was about 6 months ago and I started to feel bad. And i've realized a lot of you guys probably thought I was dead laying in a field somewhere but no worries. This is a little proof of life to you all so there we have. By the title of this post you're probably wondering what possibly could've happened in 6 or so months that prevented me from uploading all this time. Well, there's a lot actually. I've been spending a lot of time with Sam and Patrick, and there's this other girl, Mary Elizabeth who I've been getting to know as well. Although, "getting to know" is a bit of an overstatement. She's pretty, but she just does not stop talking about herself all the time. Christmas time was very special to me because that's when I gave Sam my Aunt Helen's favourite record. She also brought me to her room where a typewriter with my name on it layed with a paper saying "Write about us." And I totally didn't have my first kiss with her just then. Have I mentioned that I'm starring in the Punk Rocky Horror Film? When I was with Mary Elizabeth, I'd try and make Sam jealous so that she might want to be with me instead of her boyfriend but she doesn't get jealous. But it got to the point where she asked me to the Sadie Hawkins dance and I had to act like her boyfriend for months. You're probably thinking why didn't you just tell her no? It's because I can't ok? But after a few months, we were playing truth or dare and I was dared to kiss the most beautiful girl in the room. I still don't know why I chose to kiss Sam in front of her, even Sam was shocked. I knew I messed everything up and Patrick brought me home saying that I need to stay away for a long time. But at lunch today, Patrick was in a fight with Brad who had him pinned by 2 other guys and beating him. I know I couldn't just leave him even if I had to stay away. He's my friend, so I threw the hardest punch and said hurt my friend again and i'll make you blind. This was easily one of my most proud moments but I got sent to the office right after. Though when I got out, Sam was there to pick me up. Although she told me she was still mad about what I did to Mary Elizabeth, she hugged and thanked me for saving Patrick. And we were all back to being friends again. I apologize for spamming you all but this has been the most anything that has happened to me in a while. Before I go, I feel like this song really sums up everything that happened to me in this period of time and I hope you enjoy it. I was finally the hero for once.

The song “Heroes” is a song written by David Bowie which is the third song on the album “Heroes”. Originally, the song was about his friend who was meeting someone but he was already married. To avoid this coming to his wife’s attention, Bowie filled in details with his imagination and kept names anonymous. When I listened to this song, it gave me the same sense of infinity when the three of us drive under the tunnel. With such emotion and memories attached to that song, it is no surprise that this song is special to me.

#davidbowie #davidbowielover911 #heroes #wecanbeheroes #heroesalbum #heroes&villains #musictaste #mc #beenaway #stillalive

[iamheadphones]

June 11, 3027

“GO AWAY!” Abbie screamed. He could hear her sadness in her voice. “Addie, I’m coming in.” Elliot said as he grabbed the knob. As soon as he opened the door he was smacked in the face by a stuffed mouse. Elliot looked down at the poor plushie before looking back to see a hump under the covers. “Addie, please come down so I can patch you up.” Elliot said as he shut the door. “NO!” Addie shouted as Elliot sighed. “If you’re not going to come down here then I’m coming up there.” Elliot said as he picked up the mouse plushie. Then he heard the blankets move. He looked back to see Addie climbing down with a thin blanket covering her body. She wasn’t as bad as Chase, but she was still pretty bad. Though it was still awful. She had pretty bad bruises on her chin, and she was also bleeding from her mouth. Addie sat down on the floor. Elliot turned on the lights before walking over and sitting down across from her. Elliot handed over the plush mouse. Addie snatched it and clutched it close to her chest. “Let me see your mouth say ahh.” Elliot said as Addie did just that. He could see a small cut on her lip, but by a miracle she didn’t appear to have anything broken. “Nothing too bad inside, though we may have to make you a dentist appointment just to double check. Addie nodded, but she kept her eyes downcasted to the floor. Elliot sighed as he pulled out some iodine wipes, and a paper towel. “I’m going to have you hold this over your lip, while I work on making sure the rest of you is patched up.” Elliot said as he gave the paper towel to Addie. She placed it over her bleeding lip as he grabbed a small ice pack. “So I asked Chase what happened, and he gave me his account…” “He lied about it.” Addie muttered as Elliot was placing the ice pack on her chin. “Well then give me your account of what happened. Does it hurt anywhere else?” Elliot asked. “My hip, and my shoulder.” Addie said as she moved back the blanket and moved her sleeve up. Both her shoulders were black and blue. Elliot sighed as he looked at the two remaining ice packs. “I’ll patch your shoulders up, but we’ll wait for Maya to come home to patch up your hip.” Elliot said as reached for another ice pack. “Why would we wait for Maya?” Addie asked. “Are you comfortable if I patch up your hip?” Elliot asked. Addie remained silent for several seconds before shaking her head. “Yeah that’s what I thought. Anyways, what's your side of the story? And I mean every part nothing left unturned, because I’m going to tell you what Chase said, and while he may have lied about something, I’m sure he was true about quite a bit of them as well.” Elliot said as he placed an ice pack on her shoulder. Addie sighed as she squeezed the little mouse toy in her hands. “A few days ago one of my friends dared me to find you a partner. Laura overheard and didn’t want me to, but I wasn’t going to let her stop me. So I kept trying to find who in the house would be the best person for you to date. Chase offered to help, and he gave some good info, but now I’m not entirely sure he was telling the truth. In return I promised that in my snooping I’d tell him what your stories were about. Then I needed more info to get down to my final choice, so Chase recommended I record you while you were in your room. So I left my phone there and I went in my room and got Hattie, my stuffed bear, and I came downstairs so I could play Mario kart with Chase, and not seem suspicious. Eventually I got a peak at his phone, and I saw that he was messaging you, and told you about my plan. I grabbed his dog Billy and I didn’t mean any harm, but when I dropped him he ripped on something, and then Chase ripped Hattie open… and I got so mad…”

[thisgirlhasnoname]

Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts.

I don’t think I’m supposed to write this here but because I don’t think I can talk this to other people, even to my boyfriend—though he’s been nothing but the best and patient with me these days… that is why, I cannot stand another day seeing him all ears about me AGAIN.

My man deserved the world hence I don’t think I should burden him with another one… so I think I just leave it here.

Hmmm don’t even know how to start this. All I know is I’d like to let go all this thoughts.

Let me start this by telling you I am still upset about my cat. He was my first cat ever though I’m not sure if he was actually the first because if we would count in that kitten I had when I was little.. which btw my mother disapproved cus she said I was in poor health and she thinks cats fur can worsen it! So I have to kept him to another empty unit; just a few blocks away from our house, and I’m just going there whenever I’d like to pet him, play with him and give him food but only at night. We don’t have much food in the morning lmao. Don’t even know what I was doing back then until one day that little cat wasn’t there and wasn’t returned either. How dare he right?!

But truth be told, that was the first time I knew I love cats! 🐱

Going back, I named my now deceased cat after my very first anime crush; Conan. I thought of giving him that name because knowing that “Detective Conan” still gives me the feeling of making everything else stop and just focuses on watching, I knew my love for this anime would never end! So I thought my first cat deserves to named after him… so I could remember him FOREVER! And boy, I wasn’t wrong about that! I’ll indeed remember him as my first ever cat, my first ever mourn, and my first ever angel.

My love for cats is always there. I just don’t have the courage to own one. Since kid I really thought cat’s fur could cause asthma, thanks to my mother! until learned that it’s just a common misconception…. but still, I don’t think I am responsible enough to have one. But I knew it is always my dream.. until one day I had the courage to do it, so I did.

My bf and I are been thinking to adopt a cat since last year; 2022. Y’all think I’m funny when I say what hinders me that time is that I really thought cat might not stand heat and he might just be suffocated in our apartment. Yep I heard you. I am not sure either why I did think that lmao.

But then, one thing leads to another, after a year we decided to get an air conditioner. Believe me it’s not because of I wanna have cat… I am bigger person than that! Lmao. Tho I really want to think it has been only a month or two… the thought of adopting cat were occurred again.

It was September 20 2023 when my bf’s casually browsing on facebook until a simple post caught his attention. We didn’t thought this simple post could turn our lives upside down. Needless to say, that post advertises who’s up for adopting her 2 month old kitten and then all of a sudden we’ve realized we’re now doing transactions with this person and we were about to pick up the cat later that day 🥲

See, we were obviously not really ready. I didn’t even ask God for his guidance about the decision we were about to make that day. I also remember we have work that day, so we don’t have much time to buy things for our soon-to-be cat. We don’t even know what to buy though haha!! Aww I could still remember the feeling, we really were freaking out!

On his first night with us, Conan has kept running back and forth, meowing here and there. We don’t really understand him. He was so little and fragile! It’s as if he was a human baby! My bf on the other hand is quite on his fatherhood zone, chasing Conan’s wherever he go!

Ohh and I would forever cherished his 2nd night with us. His 2nd night is probably one of my favorite nights with him! It was already lights out when he suddenly jumped into me and slept in my chest until we cuddled. That very moment I knew I would loved everything about him!! 🥰

Everyday feels like we’re in a roller coaster ride. There were bad days… like the time where I gave Conan’s his first bath, and I know I shouldn’t be excused for being a first time fur parent but I did give him a room temperature water. I want to believe it wasn’t cold… but my bf’s been telling me it’s cold but for me it wasn’t. Lol. But later that day I knew I should have given him a nice warm/hot bathe cause he doesn’t make pansin of me. Conan must be traumatized for what I did! I’m quite sure of that cause he peed on my bed that night haha! I guess it was his way of saying ‘I am not pleased with your actions, hooman!’ 🥲😂

However, although there were unpleasant moments, mostly of our memories were good ones. You were so sweet, affectionate, expressive, & loving cat! (Woo i can’t even begin to write that without shedding a tear 😅)

Now im getting emotional but I’ll try not to. Hehe

I loved how braved you were for easily adjusted with me, and with the new environment. In your first days, you were hiding in closed and tiny spaces. You didn’t think much that your color is mostly black and my vision isn’t 20/20 when you were doing that, right? Cause whenever you do that, you did give me a veryyyyy hard time looking for you!! We’re like playing hide and seek most of the time during this period. Especially when I had to leave you for a moment to buy food, when I get back… the hide and seek is on!

But not long after you stopped hiding anymore. Whenever I came back from the market, you were there. Staring and waiting the door to open to see me. It does feel rewarding you know? I thought I am not doing enough for you but that moment I feel like I did something good in my life 🥹

Each day has passed, I must say I completely gained your trust. You’d think I did you a favor, but the truth is you did mine. You win my heart a thousand fold!

I don’t know if this is true but for me cat’s are the most empathetic beings. They have the energy to feel the negative and positive auras. So does my Conan.

Whenever I am feeling under the weather, Idk he’ll just lie down beside me, cuddle, brushing his hair against my body and letting me pet him which btw he wasn’t much of a fan! So for me its like his saying to me ‘Don’t worry I am here now, you are not alone in this world’ 🥹

Conan’s being clingy and all just whenever I am sad. Coz when I’m just ok and happy? That kid never thought of me! He’s just sleeping all day long! 😤 But kidding aside, although he’s sleeping? He sleeps wherever I am. That’s what I also loved about him. Wherever I go, Conan would go to too. Hmm at least 90% of the time. Coz there were times that I am being so loud, *but not too much*, and obviously he doesn’t like that, so he sleeps at one of his favorite spots… behind the laundry basket!! 🤦🏻‍♀️

But whenever I’m a normal me, when I am inside the room for work, he’ll just stay there as well, sometimes being playful but most of the time just sleeping. It seems like he just wants me to watch him sleep.

One time I test him if he would know and would follow me even sleeping when I leave the room and pretend to get water, and you know what? My little boy did! Haha!!

Hayyyy, conan really became my ray of sunshine. He made my life happier! Even before Conan came into my life, I am more of an indoor person. I love staying at home and just watch tv series, reading… and other stuffs you just do at home but just lying on my very comfortable bed is my favorite. Conan made it more exciting and honestly a bit of concerning… I am much more glued to bed, I don’t have the energy to clean the house as much I did before, I don’t cook brunch anymore, I could finished watching 2-3 seasons in just 2 weeks?! Basically, I become more of an indoor person than I used to be.

The only times I got to went outside were the times I had to bring Conan to his vet appointments, this is another story but yeah I think I lost the excitement to go out even more. And I think it was just okay.

Conan suddenly became my world. In a span of 2 months, all my eyes, ears and attention were on his. Not to mention cause he was in poor health too so I have to attend him regularly.

It was like taking care of a baby. But this one is harder in a way that there has been a lack of communication, and when you do, communication wasn’t that well… Wow daig pa magjowa

But hey thanks to google, he does know everything! He was our translator during difficult times so he deserves all this praise 🙌😆

Too many good and happy memories to mention! I guess even my 600+ photos and 200+ videos of you cannot elaborate and expound the memories we had. There are so much to tell! But whenever I think about you, I am all smile and frown at the same time!

Let me end this by saying I am so glad you were my first cat. Although I really thought you’d be around more longer, & it still stings whenever I think you are really not with me anymore… but hey I am very much happy you became part of my life.

You taught me a lot, my love. You taught me it’s ok to love someone unconditionally. You taught me just a presence could make a big difference. You taught me love might not be reciprocated most of the time but the important is, everyday you choose to give love. 💕

Thanks to you, my Conan. I will never ever forget you. Run free my love 🐾

[alaskarcenciel]

...And freeze !

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ep 7: Kassy & Sam, Flashback...

This episode takes place between the 5th and 6th, as a flashback (don't ask me why I thought it would be funny to do this)...

14th of April, 2023:

Fury decided to talk to Sam before Steve dropped her in France.

Fury: Okay so, let's say you got 2 weeks of vacation, to rest and see your friends and do whatever you wanna do, and then I come to pick you up to come back to the S.H.I.E.L.D..

Sam: What? No, I think you don't get it, I'm not coming back. At all.

Fury: I need you.

Sam: No you don't.

Fury: You are a really good agent, wherever you are. It doesn't matter if you don't want to work with the Avengers, I can move you into another team, but you are such a promising agent, I need you on my side. It would be a waste for everyone if you choose not to work with us.

Sam didn't answer him, and kept looking at Steve packing up stuff for the quinjet they were going to use.

Fury: S.H.I.E.L.D. is my whole life, and I try to do everything I can to make it work, because I have to make it work, and for that I need good agents, and even if you're only at your beginning, I can feel that you will be one of the greatest agents we ever had, I need you on my team, I want you on my team.

Sam stayed silent.

Fury: So take the time you need, take a week, take two, and then call me back, or send me a message. Otherwise I'll send someone to check on you and bring your ass back to my team.

He left.

21th of May, 2023:

Sam's friends called her to invite her to the swimming pool. In french.

Leila: Hey, you okay?

Sam: I'm fine, and you?

Leila: I'm doing great! We were thinking about going to the swimming pool this afternoon, wanna join?

Sam: Who'll be there?

Leila: Me, you, Nathan, Juliette and Kassy, the whole team!

Sam: oh yeah, it'll be fun, I meet you there at 2PM!

Leila: Wonderful! See you there!

They met at 2PM in the hall of the swimming pool, went to the changing room, took off their clothes to get on their swimming suits and went into the water.

The afternoon passed fast, the teenagers had a lot of fun, they played with balls, pool noodles, and raced against each other. They stayed until the lifeguard told them it was closing. They showered quickly, clothed on and left.

Kassy: Who wants to come to my apartment to drink something?

Nathan: My parents are waiting for me, another time maybe! It was fun to see y'all!

Juliet shrugged.

Juliet: I've nothing to do, so I'm in.

Leila: I'm free too.

Sam: Let's go then!

The little team took the bus and came into Kassy's apartment.

Kassy: So, I have a few beers, orange and apple juice and some harder alcohol.

Juilet, Leila and Kassy took a beer, Sam took an orange juice, and they started to talk.

They played cards, and truth or dare, then Juliet and Sam decided to leave and come back to their respective apartment.

23th of May, 2023:

Three days later, Juliet invited them all, she threw a party at hers.

Sam put on a pretty dress and joined, expecting to have a good time. And at first, it was really fun, then Kassy drank way too much and started to make a big mess in an already messy apartment. An hour later, Leila and Nathan were tired and Juliet needed to clean all the mess they put in her apartment tonight. Sam decided to bring Kassy to hers, to take care of her, it was obvious she wasn't in a state to come home safe, in the middle of the night, plus her apartment was pretty far.

So Sam decided to babysit her friend. Who used to become a bit flirty when she's drunk. She stayed calm on their way back home, but tried to kiss Sam immediately after they closed the door of the apartment. It seems that feeling safe made her flirty again.

Sam already suspected Kassy to have feelings for her, now she didn't have any doubt of it. She would have kissed her, if she hadn't been that drunk. Sam wasn't insensitive to her friend at all. But Sam also knew the effects of the alcohol on people. She knew that sometimes, drunk people do things they wouldn't have wanted if they were sober. That's why Sam didn't let Kassy kiss her. That's why Sam never let any drunk person kiss her, or more.

But Kassy acts foolish when she drinks, she becomes flirty and kinda hyperactive, and her behaviors can be unusual. Like she was listening to all the things the little voice inside her head was telling her to do. That's why she stood up on the bed, and jumped on Sam, who was standing between the bed and the shelves, facing Kassy, to give her one of her pajamas. And Kassy suddenly decided she didn't want to sleep anymore, and jumped on Sam, who hit the shelves behind her full force. Sam landed on the ground, Kassy on her, smiling and laughing, but especially trying to kiss her one more time. Sam repelled her away and locked herself in the bathroom, waiting for Kassy to pacify while she took a shower. 20 minutes later, Sam realized she hadn't heard her friend in a bit of time, and decided to get out. Kassy was sleeping on the ground, peacefully, Sam smiled, and carried her on the bed.

24th of May, 2023, on the morning:

Kassy grunted. Sam looked at her. Kassy looked on the bed sheet for the person who was supposed to sleep with her. Didn't find her. Tried to remember what happened last night. Couldn't. Frowned her eyebrows. Sam stilled staring at her, sat on the window sill. Kassy finally raised her head up, and saw Sam. Sam got off the window sill, and walked toward the kitchen, wearing only her underwear. May's sun in her apartment made it really warm because it was located in the attic, plus human presence made the temperature get higher. Kassy observed her friend, and saw bruises on her back. Kassy's eyebrows frown more again.

Still in french.

Kassy: Hey what happened to your back? You didn't have these bruises when we went to the swimming pool.

Her mouth was furred because of all the alcohol she drank the night before. Sam came back from the kitchen, she seemed kinda mad.

Sam: You would remember if you haven't drank that much. Or maybe it wouldn't have happened at all.

Kassy: What?

Sam left for the kitchen again.

Kassy's head was spinning, and she had the hell of a headache. Not listening to her body which was clearly telling her to stay in bed, she woke up and joined her into the kitchen.

Kassy: Sam what happened?

Sam looked at her hands with which she was playing, then to her feet, trying to avoid her friend's eyes.

Kassy took Sam's chin in both her hands, and tried to make eye contact with her, but she jumped back when her finger touched her skin.

Kassy *whispering*: Sam I'm sorry I don't remember anything after the end of the truth or dare, I guess this shot was the one shot too many. Tell me what happened to your back please.

Sam closed her eyes.

Sam *whispering, more softly again*: You pushed me into the shelves by jumping on me.

Kassy: I didn't hear what you said. Can you talk louder?

Sam: You pushed me onto my shelves.

Kassy: I did WHAT??

Sam: Well, you jumped on me and I landed on the shelves to be exact.

Kassy: What the hell was I thinking about?

Sam *half laughing*: I'm not quite sure you were thinking at ALL. Except maybe making out with me.

Kassy: Wait what?

Sam: What "What"? Didn't you know you're becoming kinda flirty when you're drunk? Especially with me, with whom it's not just kinda but absolutely?

Kassy: Well, I guess I knew it, I just... I'm sorry, it's kinda awkward, I mean, I don't remember anything... What happened then? Did we...?

Sam: Nah, you know..., I don't do anything with drunk people, so we haven't done anything together... yet.

Sam smiled. She came closer to Kassy.

Sam *whispering*: Try sober next time.

Sam left the kitchen to go to the bathroom

Sam *out loud*: I'm going to take a shower, act like you're home, make yourself comfy.

Kassy stood in the kitchen, too surprised to try to hold her up. Then she shrugged and decided to eat something.

*I made macaroni if you want some*

During the next few days, Sam and Kassy spent a lot of time together, hanging out all the time, sleeping in an apartment or the other.

30th of May, 2023, 7 hours before Natasha came into Sam's apartment by the window:

Kassy called Sam around 10 AM, they talked quite a lot, and decided that Kassy would sleep at Sam's apartment for the night.

5PM :

Kassy sent a text to Sam to tell her she was arriving at the bus stop, Sam left of her apartment to welcome her to the bus stop. She smiled seeing the brunette, who ran at her for a hug.

Kassy: Hey, how are you?

Sam: Fine, you?

Kassy: I'm so happy to sleep here, for the first time I'll remember!

Sam: I'm glad you're not drunk this time lmao.

She took Kassy's hand and intertwined their fingers together, smiling.

They finally arrived at the door of the building, Sam used the badge to open it, and pressed the button to call the elevator.

She opened her apartment's door looking at Kassy.

Sam: Welcome back to mine!

Romanoff: Thank you, I'm happy to see you.

Sam jumped, turned and saw Natasha sat on the back of the chair, feet on the sitting, elbows on the knees, smiling.

[ecileh]

@nerisweek Day One: Angst/Forbidden Love

Heavy on the forbidden love, this is the longer/uncut/original version (i.e. there’s a bonus apology scene at the end that I cut from the fic) of Eris and Nesta’s first kiss and then some in A Court of Rage and Fire, Chapter 13, but slightly edited to stand alone for Neris Week. Very NSFW

Nesta has accepted Eris Vanserra’s marriage proposal and joined the Autumn Court as they await the wedding date that Beron has set. They have agreed to an impermanent marriage, to last only a year and a day in order to accomplish their goal of unseating Beron. However, if they consummate their union before the ceremony, still several days away, they’ll be forced into a lifelong marriage.

Part One: Nesta’s Fury

Revealing a familiarly-shaped token, Eris asked, “Do you know it?”

“It’s been a long time,” Nesta said, remembering the table with the inlaid marble board at her horrible grandmamma’s house.

“When did you learn?” Eris handed half of the pieces to her and began to set up his own. “You haven’t been in the Night Court so long.”

“As a child,” Nesta said. “My mother made me. Humans play it too.”

Eris tilted his head. “It’s mostly a soldier’s game here. Was your mother a warrior like you?”

Nesta snorted, remembering the way her mother had connived and strategized Nesta’s training and socializing to produce a bride seemly enough to seduce a prince. And here she was, days from marrying this prince. “In the ballroom, sure.”

“Fascinating how differently one game can be played on either side of a wall, separated by a few centuries. Here, we remember the War and the games we played to prepare. And humans, with their short memories and many generations, turn it into an idle parlor game in less than my lifetime.”

Nesta finished setting up her pieces. “Are we not playing an idle parlor game?”

“If you play this one enough, you will learn to see patterns and openings on any battlefield, which may come in handy all too soon,” Eris said, his face cold and pale in solemnity. “But we could raise the stakes if it feels too idle for you.”

“What would you have us play for?”

Eris grabbed two game pieces. “This one,” he said, brandishing the black piece, “for mental stakes, and this one,” he waved the white, “for physical.” He placed both pieces behind his back and said, “Pick a hand.”

“I assume mental is more truths. But physical…you mean, favors?”

“Hardly. I was thinking more of a dare. I told you I would not touch you until you ask me to.”

“You mean unless I ask you to?” Nesta arched one brow.

“No. I mean until.” Eris’s smirk was slight, but the fire glittering in his eyes was positively feral. “I thought we might dare losers to…strip. No touching, mind you. Just…looking.”

Nesta’s stomach fluttered. Plenty of males had seen her without clothes in the bedroom—and no small number of females, either—but the notion of baring herself for this prince, who had kept his word and not even touched her since dancing with her and then winnowing her here, weeks ago now…oh, it was so deliciously unseemly that she just had to lock up the last shred of her human modesty for the night.

Because if there was anything that Nesta Archeron loved, it was wanton indecency. In private, of course.

It wasn’t like she would let it lead anywhere, even if he was unserious about not touching. She would tease him, and send him to the guest room with his tail between his legs.

“Why choose, when we could do both?” she said, not bothering to hide the wickedness in her own eyes. “But perhaps we could relocate. Somewhere without a front door and giant windows.”

“Say no more,” Eris said, lifting the board smoothly so that the pieces did not fall off. “Lead the way. I know you know where you’re going.”

When they were seated on velvet chairs, opposite each other around a small table in the hidden blood-red and golden boudoir, Nesta asked, “So, loser of each game token also loses a piece of clothing, and winner asks a question?”

“Precisely,” Eris said, making his first move. “And we will not stop playing until the pieces are gone, even if there’s no clothes left. We can keep going with truths, but I hate to leave a game unfinished. Especially if there’s a view.”

Nesta glanced down at the board, which held seven pieces on each side, then at their clothes. They each only wore night clothes and a robe. “Someone counted.” She made her first move, a conservative opening that she had learned from her mother as her grandmamma disapprovingly corrected her posture in the chair. Nesta leaned back on the chaise in a way that would have made Grandmamma crack Nesta’s knuckles with a stick.

Two moves later, Eris took Nesta’s first piece. “You really are rusty,” he said. “One of the oldest tricks in the book against that opening you pulled.”

“I should have remembered.” Nesta stood, slowly shrugging off Eris’s silk robe. Left only in her translucent nightdress, she raised her eyebrows.

If Eris had been respectful when he walked in on her upstairs, his gaze now was anything but.

Nesta broke his reverie by returning to the chaise, this time lounging on her side. “What’s your question?”

Eris’s knuckles were nearly white clutching the arms of his chair. “Did you miss me while I was away?” he asked.

Nesta was quiet a moment as she considered her next move. “Unfortunately.”

Eris tutted in feigned shock, though something else that Nesta couldn’t place glinted in his eyes. “How is that unfortunate?”

“Because,” Nesta said, “you’re an arrogant prick who did not need to grow a bigger head.”

The way Eris looked at her then was entirely indecent. “What did you miss about me?”

“Sparring with you,” Nesta said flatly.

“And?”

“And verbally sparring.”

Eris chuckled. Within a move, he lost his robe too. He untied it slowly, his eyes on Nesta the entire time. Her eyes, though, were drawn to the curls of brownish-red hair that thinly decorated the muscles of his chest, then led in a trail below his low-slung, loose pants.

“I’ve seen many Fae without shirts,” she said.

Eris returned to his chair. “Is that your question, or are you bragging of your conquests? Because I wouldn’t mind hearing about the more��interesting ones.”

Nesta ignored him. “You’re the only one I’ve seen with chest hair. Like a…”

“Like a human?”

Nesta nodded. “Is it an Autumn trait?”

“It’s one of Autumn’s best-kept secrets, though at this point it would hurt nobody but Beron’s pride if everyone knew,” Eris said, considering her as he moved a token. “He’s a bastard, but the only child of the last High Lord. His father was Fae, but his mother was a human slave in the Court.”

Nesta blinked. “Beron hates humans.”

“He hates himself,” Eris said darkly. “Pulls his hair back tight so his ears look bigger. He grows a beard, and shaves his face and body every single morning. Used to make me do it, too, but I hated it, so now I just keep my shirt on. Poor Regis and… Regis actually grows a beard, too, and can’t go a day without shaving.” Beron and Regis, easily the two vainest Vanserras—which was saying something—and also, the most visibly human. “But…Beron did banish humans from the Autumn Court as soon as he took the throne, effectively freeing them hundreds of years before most of the other courts, besides Night, which had already done the same. Maybe because he hated them, maybe because he was ashamed, maybe because he loved his mother. I have no idea, and he won’t talk about it.”

“And that’s why you have so many brothers,” Nesta said remembering Ada’s lecture about Vanserra fertility.

“It’s ironic, isn’t it?” Eris sipped his tea. “To be so celebrated for half-human virility, while desperately hiding it. How many High Fae, let alone how many High Lords in all of our history, can boast of si—seven sons? The Vanserras are near-mythical in Prythian for it. I take a tonic, and as long as Beron sits on the throne I won’t stop even if you ask me to. He’d probably kill us both if he knew I even told you.”

“Why?” Nesta asked incredulously. “I was born human.”

“But you’re full High Fae, physically. And the prejudices against Half-Fae are mostly forgotten now, but after the Wall went up, Half-Fae were…outcasts. Unwelcome, the lowest class. Beron was already old then, and his father had been careful to keep Beron’s mother a secret, so he was lucky no one knew or remembered where he came from. Other Half-Fae were locked out of society, let alone nobility. Many sold their bodies to eat, as it was the only way they were allowed most places.”

Nesta was quiet, then. She idly picked at the velvet of the chaise, reminded of her family’s desperation, and how she had swung between the possibilities of watching her family starve just to spite her father, and selling her own body to feed them. But Feyre, all on her own, had kept them alive and prevented both of Nesta’s plans from happening.

“Where did you go there?” Eris asked, genuine concern in his amber eyes. He reached out across the table as if to stroke her face, but stopped and pulled back.

Nesta looked around, then down at the game board. Eris had been distracted by Beron’s story, and his last move had been careless. She took another of his pieces. “I was looking for a way to kick your ass at this game,” she said crudely.

“That’s a lie,” Eris said, his voice low and cold. “What happened to you?”

“Well, I don’t owe you a truth yet, and I hope you don’t waste your last question on something so dull. You owe me your pants and an answer.”

Eris nodded solemnly, crossed his ankle over his knee, and set his pants aflame. Nesta watched as the fabric burned away, revealing the long, toned muscles of his legs, the dark curls that led from his thighs and abdomen to the heavy, semi-hard phallus between his legs.

“Show off,” Nesta scoffed. She could have sworn that she felt the heat emanating from Eris, though he was several feet away. Or was that her? Something about his nudity, his vulnerability before her, while she lounged fully—mostly—clothed, had her feeling powerful.

“I’d love to show you how nice the flames feel,” Eris said, now grinning ferally with fire in his eyes.

Nesta glanced around the room, desperate to look anywhere but besides Eris’s cock. She’d been staring.

Oh, gods. He had fucking completely, utterly seduced her, hadn’t he? Just like he’d promised weeks ago. If Nesta’s arena of seduction had been the dance floor, then she had handed herself to him on his—the world of parlor games, clever conversation, and secret rooms.

Her eyes settled on the wall of glass and wooden and gemstone cocks. At least those were not attached to Eris.

“Tell me true. Which of those cocks gets the most use?”

Eris let out a bark of laughter. “All the questions in the world, and that’s what you want to know? Why, do you want to try one?”

“I owe you no answer, Vanserra.” Nesta lazily adjusted her position on her side, stretching an arm overhead with the knowledge that it made her full breasts look incredible.

“The glass one,” Eris said. “It holds heat sublimely, and you can rather see inside with it. If you’re very, very nice, you can use it on me someday.”

That was more than Nesta had asked for, the thought of fucking this male, laid out before her like a meal, the power over him that he offered her, was intriguing. But that would be for another time.

Nesta made her move. It was a giveaway, a purposeful dangling of her game piece before Eris. He ignored the bait, focusing on defending a different part of the board.

Her seething must have been obvious, because Eris said, “You do realize your dress is already transparent, don’t you?”

She was indignant. How dare he decline to take her piece and her nightgown?

Her next few moves backed him into a corner. He could move nowhere without taking a piece.

Eris met her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

She gave the slightest of nods, and her nightgown went up in flames.

It was utterly, ravishingly delightful. Eris’s fire tickled hotly at her skin, leaving chilled goose flesh in its wake. The flames took their time and burned slowly against her most sensitive parts, brushing like a lover’s hot, whispering breath at her neck and the backs of her knees. She couldn’t help it—she squirmed into the sensation, her back arching like a cat to lean into the fire licking at her shoulders, then her breasts. Her nipples peaked, straining for more heat, more wisps of air rushing to feed Eris’s fire on her skin.

When the flames finally reached the bit of nightgown that had gathered near her core, she gasped. Her thighs squeezed around the last lick of flame, which lingered to heat the bundle of nerves, but she needed more, more heat, more pressure. She writhed shamelessly, the arch of her back traveling down to her pelvis, which she thrust forward to chase the fire, wishing it would never leave her skin. But the last of her nightgown was consumed, and she both heard and felt the wetness between her thighs sizzle against the dying flame.

This male was hellfire.

Nesta propped herself up on her hands, entirely exposed to him. Eris met her eyes, his chest heaving with quick breaths despite his cool mask of conquest.

“Truth. What do you want right now?” Eris asked, the words sinfully low.

“More.” His phallus quivered as the whisper spilled from her lips.

“That’s too bad,” he said with feigned sympathy. “We still have a game to play, and it’s your turn.”

“You mock me.”

“I would worship you, if you would just humor me.”

Nesta sat up then, leaned forward and moved a piece without looking at it.

“That’s an illegal move.” Eris moved the piece back.

“I don’t care,” Nesta said petulantly.

“Please,” Eris practically growled.

The deep rumble in his voice spurred her to consider the board again. She’d already screwed herself, with every one of her pieces still in danger of being taken. She retreated her most valuable piece, and braced for the next truth.

“Do you want to change the terms? Do you want me to touch you?” His deep voice softened to a purr, the low rumble of it sending shivers down her spine.

She nodded.

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Eris’s expression was that of a cat who had caught a bird, and it nearly undid Nesta.

“I want you,” she choked out the words louder, “to touch me…everywhere.”

Smugly, Eris gestured at the board for her move. Arrogant, court trained, fucking bastard.

There was no way she could win, not after carelessly offering all of her pieces as sacrifice. One move, and then another, and Eris would steal her pieces and her truths one by one. It was undignified, and the cruel smirk on his lips showed he knew it. Relished it.

So she did what any king—or any petulant brat—would have done. With a swipe of her hand, the wooden board and pieces clattered to the ground.

Fire and rage simmered in Eris’s eyes as he snarled, “I was going to win.”

Nesta held her chin high, her spine a column of pure steel. “You already have.”

There was a moment where they just glared at each other, chests heaving with ragged breaths, and then Eris leapt at her.

Despite knocking over the table on his way, Eris was surprisingly—no, maddeningly—gentle where his tongue and lips met her neck and his hands lightly grazed her waist.

She leaned into his touch, wrapping her arms and legs around him to urge more, every inch of his skin almost hot enough to burn. But he denied her, keeping his touch light as he raised his mouth to her ear to whisper, “What makes you think I’ll give you what you want after that sort of behavior?”

Fury burned through her as hot as his skin against hers, and she dug her nails into his back. He groaned, and she felt his cock twitch against her thighs.

His hands dropped to her ass, fingers digging into the curved flesh to lift her up and push her against a wall, moving across the room with that unnatural speed. Nesta’s legs were still wrapped around him, and she could now feel every inch of his burning-hot cock sliding against her pussy, though he did not enter the core that clenched tightly for want of him.

His flames caressed every inch of her skin, burning her last shred of dignity away. “Fill me,” she whimpered.

“No,” he hissed, his mouth still at her ear, and she shuddered at the hot breath that tickled the sensitive, inner skin. Then he pulled back, and meeting her gaze, he slipped one hand from her ass to run a single finger against the wetness between her legs. His fingertip paused at her entrance, and she gasped, the pressure even without penetration threatening to undo her.

Leveraging her with one hand and the wall, he raised his free hand to demonstrate how her wetness dripped and stretched clear liquid cords between his thumb and forefinger. His amber eyes did not leave her gaze as his lips parted to make room for his finger in his mouth. His breath caught, shivering at the taste of her on his tongue.

Their eyes remained locked as he began to grind his cock against her wetness, slipping slowly over the bundle of nerves that had her seeing stars. His flames licked at her nipples, her neck, her knees. When her eyelids fluttered at the full-body sensation, he commanded, “Open your eyes,” and when she again held his gaze, she undulated her hips, trying to catch his cock in her hole as its heat swept maddeningly up and down across her pussy.

“I will not have your scent marked by me before we are tied,” Eris growled, pressing his body hard against her to keep her from moving, the heat on her clit bringing her to the precipice of release.

“Just an inch,” she begged.

He chuckled darkly at the pathetic desire he had roused in her, and she could bear no more.

“Please me.” Her voice then was a wanton command, her lip curling into an imperious sneer.

A ragged breath escaped Eris’s lips as he obeyed, pulling back just enough that his cock pressed at her entrance. She moaned and squeezed every muscle in her pelvis, trying to draw him in, but he held her tightly and gave her less than an inch, just enough to open her around his tip.

But it was enough. Her climax shuddered through her entire body, her breath exiting her lips in gasps, her core clenching rhythmically around nothing but the half-inch of fire at her entrance.

Eris, his expression as cool as stone, watched her face the whole time, lightly grabbing her jaw to keep their eyes level when her head tried to curl back in ecstasy. It only made the ripples coursing through her body flex harder.

When she finally stilled, fire roared in his eyes. His lips twitched, and finally, hungrily, she pressed her mouth to his.

As his tongue pushed past her lips, sweeping her mouth, he pulled her back from the wall and carried her. She wrapped her hands around his cheeks, holding his face to hers tightly, and squeezed her legs around him, for stability as much as the hope of slipping him inside her, but he held her strongly away from his cock.

Then, she realized through the haze of her fading climax and the distraction of the kiss, that he was rising a set of stairs.

“Where are you going?” she cried, breaking contact with his lips.

“To bed,” he said, and set her down gently in the great room. At the feral curl of her lips, he shook his head. “You upstairs, and me in the guest room.”

“But—”

“I do not tell you no lightly,” Eris said. “An Autumn handfasting is a temporary marriage for a reason. If you reek of me before the ceremony, we may end up in a less temporary situation. One that neither of us desires.”

Nesta barely registered his words, her gaze wantonly falling to his wet, throbbing cock. Eris exhaled sharply, bringing her gaze back to his cold, pale face, his flaring nostrils. And with that he turned on his heel and disappeared toward the guest bedroom, leaving Nesta naked and alone in the tall, dark room.

Part Two: Eris’s Penance

Nesta sat in the great gilded chair in the boudoir, and Eris lightly ran his hand from face to neck to breasts to infuriatingly close to her pussy.

He placed his hands on her knees, parting them to expose her gleaming cunt. He ran his hands up her spread thighs, leaning in close to murmur in her ear, “I would worship you, until you tell me to stop.”

Full of aching need, she allowed a moment for the frissons from his breath to run down her neck and arms, standing every fine hair on edge. Then she commanded, with all the gravity of a ruler sentencing a traitor to death, “Kneel.”

Eris acquiesced, sinking to his knees like a penitent before his queen. He grasped her by her hipbones, pulling her forward into a slouch that allowed him to place his auburn head between her thighs and kiss everywhere but her pussy. He was maddeningly slow about it, sometimes dragging his tongue up to pay homage to her breasts, and though her abdomen convulsed in pleasure, it was not what she wanted.

“Stop,” she said, and he raised his head. Utterly still, he watched her, awaiting her command. “Go lower.”

Sensing the desire in her words, he obeyed, lightly teasing his tongue across her clit before burying it in his mouth. He sent a wave of heat through his lips, and she moaned with pleasure. He moaned in response, as if he were feasting on the world’s most decadent dessert, and the heat and vibrations nearly undid her. As her breaths quickened, he slipped one hand under his chin and finally some part of him entered her. All it took was one finger, curled to touch the right spot, and she cried out, the force of her orgasm clenching around him. He moaned again wetly, his tongue and finger playing her release like a sustained note of music, riding out her pleasure in waves.

Though Nesta’s muscles eventually relaxed, Eris did not. Unfalteringly, he continued to use his hand and mouth to draw out her pleasure, responding to every gasp to find exactly which sensations would make her positively writhe.

He brought her to the edge once more. Just as her body threatened to lose all control, she commanded, again, “Stop.”

Eris pulled back and stilled, eyes raised to hers in obedience. A thrill shuddered through Nesta at the power she held over the male, who now awaited her every command. “Touch yourself,” she said. His hand wrapped around his cock, though he did not move, waiting for her word.

“Go.”

He returned with gusto to licking and sucking her while stroking his own phallus. The groan that escaped him sent tremors through the entire room, and the vibration pushed her over the edge. His pace on himself quickened as he extracted her climax, and he only moaned louder, as if her pleasure heightened his.

“Stop,” Nesta said breathlessly when her orgasm faded. Eris froze and regarded her with indignance. Good. She stood and bade him, “Rise.”

One last time, Eris obeyed, cock quivering. Nesta smirked as she circled the utterly still male who, despite his fury, did not move to disobey her. She grazed a finger across the back of his shoulders, up his spine, down the midline of his chest and stomach. He shivered, goose flesh rising in the wake of her touch.

Nesta finally returned to face him, and returned his imperious glare as she lightly ran that single finger across the underside of his cock from balls to tip. She stood on the tips of her toes to whisper in his ear, “Go.” Eris gasped and nearly doubled over with the force of his throbbing orgasm, his seed spilling on the parquet.

Silver flames danced in the eyes of Nesta, triumphant in her conquest.

[johnkrrasinski]

started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

a/n: please like, reblog and leave a feedback. :) enjoy!

"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it.  Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

[five-rivers]

@lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks came up with this op!Danny/Marvel AU!

BTW I need help naming this newest proof that I can't keep anything to a short little one-shot.

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Loki was not, and never had been, a good man. For that matter, whether or not he’d ever been a good boy was debatable. His mother would argue that he had, but she would very likely be the only one. Well, except for Thor, perhaps, but that was because he was an idiot who could drown in three inches of nostalgia. Like he didn’t remember every time Loki had humiliated him. Maybe he didn’t, for all that he kept falling for the same trick over and over again.

It made Loki’s late nights studying the arts of illusion, misdirection, and lying seem redundant. Almost. Not everyone was as dense as his big brother.

No. Loki had never been a good man. He had, however, been a free man.

Free to run or hide. Free to explore the nooks and crannies of Asgard, to uncover her secrets in ways few cared to do. Free to walk hidden paths between the Nine Realms and even farther flung territories, where his people did not and had never ruled, to play games, make deals, have adventures, take risks. To be. To exist as his own creature.

He had been free. He had.

But on one of those little secret excursions, he had discovered something that had made even his flippant, slippery heart clench with fear. A ravening plague, spreading across the stars. The death of half of everything on the horizon.

Loki was not a good man. What cause did he have to care for all the sundry others in the universe? There were too many. It was too much to ask.

But Asgard—His home, even though the had long ago realized the blood in his veins originated on very different soil. That was different.

Asgard, he could help. Asgard could survive.

But it had to be strong. It had to have strong allies. None of this barely-held peace, this enemy eternally at their gates. It needed strong leadership. Not his brother’s simplistic view and longing for the glory of war.

Loki was not a good man. But he was one who could get things done.

Before he knew it, he had burned all his bridges behind him. In one case, a literal bridge that was literally broken.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell right into the hands of the one he had feared enough to do this. Broken enough for poison to drip into the cracks. No one knew where he was, no one could know where he was, except, perhaps, Heimdal, and Loki sincerely doubted Heimdal cared. No one was coming for him. No one was looking for him. No rescue was forthcoming.

He was alone.

Asgardians were considered gods for a reason. Their bodies and minds were much more resilient than the average mortal’s. But Thanos’s people had been titans, and there was a reason for that, too.

Thanos enjoyed breaking him.

And Loki turned his lies on himself. A skilled master of games always had one gifted opponent, even alone. Hadn’t he wanted to rule? To command? To see a world, any world, prostrate at his feet? To be given the recognition and praise of which he was so worth?

To pull something, anything, out of the fire?

(If he had spent less time learning how to spin lies and more on how to see the truth, he might not have believed it. A better, wiser, man would have. But Loki was not a good man. And he was very skilled in his craft.)

So, his new master put a weapon in his hands, and he went off to conquer a world.

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Danny was used to rude awakenings. He was used to those rude awakenings being full body chills and ghosts, not someone knocking on his door.

Blearily, he pulled himself out from under the blankets. Quasi-military government facility or not, the beds were comfortable. Maybe Mom or Dad had gotten themselves locked out of their room? Or Jazz—No, not Jazz, she hadn’t come with them. She was at college, not being flown places by Mom and Dad’s suspiciously generous new consulting job.

At least it wasn’t the GIW.

He stood on tiptoe (curse his perpetually short body) to peer out the peephole. His parents’ buff, one-eyed, and incredibly imposing new boss stood in front of the door, hands on his hips, slightly sweeping back his long dark coat. If Danny listened carefully, he could hear two other people near the door, and… was that an alarm? Yes. Faint, but present, was a warning klaxon.

Okay. Danny would bet his right arm that something had gone horribly wrong with whatever his parents were consulting on. Didn’t explain why the boss was in front of his door.

Unless they’d gotten the rooms mixed up, somehow?

Ugh. Danny wasn’t paid enough to deal with this.

He opened the door. “What-?”

“Phantom,” intoned eyepatch guy with great solemnity.

Danny immediately tried to close the door. The guy stuck his foot in the jamb, and, sure, Danny could have crushed it, but that would be a jerk move. He didn’t think this guy was going for a pirate look, after all.

“We need your help.”

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“I’m not sure what you think I can help you with,” yelled Danny over the beating of the helicopter blades. He’d remained stubbornly in human form. “My parents are the scientists. This sounds like a science thing. Not a punching-people thing.”

“We spoke to them earlier,” said Fury, “and we have plenty of scientists working on the theories they brought up. You’re the one with practical experience.”

“Practical experience in what?”

“Interdimensional portals,” said the woman, who had yet to introduce herself.

As if this whole thing wasn’t already giving him a bad feeling. “My parents built an interdimensional portal. Again, you should be talking to them. They’re the ones you’re paying.”

“We could pay you, too,” said Fury, “but we assumed you would want to avoid letting your parents know about this, as you’re still a minor and they have control of your bank accounts.”

Danny stared flatly. “This is blackmail.”

“We aren’t threatening you,” pointed out the woman.

“Emotional blackmail,” said Danny, glaring, daring her to challenge him on whether or not he actually knew what blackmail was.

In the meantime, the helicopter landed. Danny unbuckled and hopped out, trailing slightly awkwardly behind Fury and the woman. He didn’t want to stand out, but he suspected that, being the only kid here and being in the general vicinity of Fury, who radiated authority, that was a lost cause.

“This is Agent Coulson. Coulson, this is Phantom.”

Danny’s mouth went dry(er) at how casual the introduction was. His eyes went nervously to all the other people running around the field. With all the noise, it was unlikely anyone had heard, but still…

“Can you not? Secret identity and all? Unless you’ve told everyone herealready, which, rude.”

Fury sighed. “How bad is it?” he asked Coulson.

“We’re not sure,” said Coulson. “That’s the problem. Big fan of your work, by the way,” he added as an aside to Danny. He glanced at the woman. “Agent Hill.”

“Background?” asked Fury as he led the way into the building.

“The first energy surge was four hours ago. Dr. Selvig’s equipment picked it up – He’s the head scientist on this project.”

“Dr. Selvig isn’t authorized to test,” said Fury. “We wanted to run his plans by the Fentons.”

“He wasn’t testing. He wasn’t even in the room. He called it ‘spontaneous advancement.’”

“It turned itself on?”

“What are the energy levels?” asked Fury before Hill’s question could be answered.

“Climbing,” said Coulson.

“Mr. Fenton,” said Fury, “any comments?”

“Look, I don’t even know what this thing that you built looks like or what it’s a door to.” Danny frowned as a thought occurred to him. “You’re not expecting me to fight whatever comes out of it, are you? Because, unless you’ve got a ghost portal down there, I can’t make guarantees.”

“It’s called the Tesseract,” said Coulson. “It’s supposed to be a connection to the other side of space. A source of unlimited energy. At least,” there was a note of humor in his voice despite the evacuation taking place around them, “that’s what the scientists say.”

“A door to space?” asked Danny, firmly shoving down his excitement at the prospect. “Like, a Stargate?” It was no good, he could practically feel himself sparkling. He took a firm grip of his core and reminded himself he might need to fight before the end of the day.

“Well, no,” said Coulson. “It’s this little… cube… thing.” He made a shape with his hands.

“Oh,” said Danny, mind still whirring. “You know, if it’s really a tesseract, it isn’t a cube in just three dimensions, so bigger things could come out of it than you’d think.” He’d seen some weird portals in the Ghost Zone.

“Well, right now, we’re just getting energy.” They entered a large room with an extremely sci-fi setup. It looked like they were planning to shoot some kind of laser across the room onto a platform surrounded by strange-looking panels. There were men with guns scattered around in what was probably a well thought out formation Danny couldn’t see. There was also a dude with a bow sitting up in the rafters. He frowned down at Danny as he noticed Danny noticing him.

“Dr. Selvig!”

“Director!”

“What do we know?”

Danny allowed himself to be distracted by the centerpiece of the room, a piece of machinery built around what was indeed a little cube thing. He tilted his head and approached, trying to get a better view of it around the people in lab coats and protective gear currently swarming it. He caught mention of radiation a grimaced.

It was unlikely to kill him, but, really, everyone here should probably be wearing more PPE. You never knew what was going to come out of an interdimensional portal, after all. Except trouble. Trouble was a pretty safe bet.

It was pretty. Blue. Reminded him a little of a blue raspberry ice pop. Part of him wanted to lick it. Which was stupid. He didn’t want to wind up half what-ever-lived-on-the-other-side on top of his regular ghost nonsense.

“Mr. Fenton?”

Danny jumped and turned, refocusing on the adults, who had multiplied while he’d been daydreaming. The guy with the bow had joined them.

“Mr. Fenton? Like the Doctors Fenton I spoke to earlier?” asked Selvig.

“Yeah, it’s—”

This, of course, was when everything decided to explode. Sort of.

The blue cube shot out a beam of energy that had more than a little in common with the Fenton Bazooka’s portal setting. The beam terminated on the platform, a portal rapidly forming.

Danny slid into a fighting stance, and barely even noticed as blue energy washed over the room, throwing many less-prepared people back.

Something shaped like a man stepped through the portal.

Danny did not break his stance. Still. “An alien,” he whispered, eyes wide. If they were friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space. If they weren’t friendly, maybe they’d answer his questions about space after Danny beat them up.

(Danny did not go ghost. Did not even think about going ghost. There were too many people here, and the space was too open.)

Fury attempted to negotiate. Danny approved. Not everything that came through an interdimensional portal was necessarily evil.

Except this guy apparently was. Go figure. He could also deflect bullets and was very good with throwing knives, which led to Danny having to pull several of the gun guys out of their own line of fire as well as the alien’s line of knife. Who would have thought an alien’s weapon of choice would be throwing knives? The energy-blasting spear was much more in line with his expectations.

The bow guy proved to be more competent than the gun guys. This didn’t really surprise Danny. Bow guy sort of had to be competent. Otherwise, no way would they let him go around with a bow. Like, seriously. A bow.

Even so, bow guy was fighting an alien and—

“You have heart,” said the alien, raising the spear.

Danny pushed bow guy out of the way, and his mind fuzzed out.

(The human part of it, anyway.)

.

Loki didn’t know what a child was doing here, and he didn’t particularly care. The boy would do for a hostage, at least. He had a mission he had to fulfil, or else…

Or else.

“Please don’t,” he said turning with a shadow of his usual lazy affect, vaguely insulted that the human thought he could be sneaker that him, “I still need that.”

The human went on and on, apparently burdened with the delusion that he was on the same level as Loki.

Loki was burdened with other things. A glorious purpose. Glad tidings. Freedom. What could be better than freedom?

“A world free from what?” asked the human.

“From freedom,” said Loki, and wasn’t that what he believed, now? Wasn’t that what he’d been shown? “Freedom is life’s great lie.” He would know. He was an excellent liar. “Once you accept that, in your heart—” He batted away an arrow and tsked. “Shield me, boy,” he demanded. Had Thanos misrepresented the scepter’s powers? Or was the boy merely—

A dome of green surrounded him and the boy, thrumming with magic the likes of which he had only seen once, in a tome thrice forbidden.

“Oh,” said Loki, almost purring. “You are interesting. What are you?”

“Half human, half ghost,” replied the boy, tersely.

Loki had never heard of such a creature. No matter. He’d be sure to make good use of him.

“Grab the scientist,” he said, nodding at the balding man who had been with his brother when he’d fought the Destroyer in the desert.

Loki wanted the archer. He seemed interesting. Useful.

.

Fenton was under thrall. Phantom knew what that felt like. A hundred feet under red water, trying not to drown, whispers everywhere. Pulling. Pushing. Prodding.

This was different, but the principle was the same.

Neither half of him could truly ‘fight’ the other. Fenton and Phantom were a single entity. Not two in lockstep. Even so.

Fenton grabbed onto Dr. Selvig, as ordered. Phantom made sure that was all they did.

“What are you doing, boy?” snapped Loki. “Follow me! Bring the scientist.”

And so, they followed.

.

Loki breathed. Acquiring Barton had been the right choice. The boy was powerful, but, perhaps because of his unique biology, did not have Barton’s presence of mind, and couldn’t have led him to such wonderful allies.

Allies.

These weren’t truly his allies. Nor were they subjects. They were…

Loki forced himself to breathe. He just had to follow the mission. Follow the mission, let Thanos’s army through. He’d been promised this world. He would have this world.

And then he could be… His mind stuttered over the next word, and he shook his head, trying to drive out the painful buzz of Thanos’s herald and mouthpiece trying to contact him.

He looked up at the drones bustling around, all according to his will. Except the boy, who stared at him, somehow managing to be both utterly blank and challenging at the same time.

He was alone, here.

He was alone.

But what did it matter? Bad men always wound up alone, and Loki… Loki could never be a good man.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Six // Wanda Maximoff

chapter five | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | chapter seven

author’s note: i’m glad you all seemed to like the last chapter! i’m all for slow burn but i didn’t want to leave you hanging too long aha. Now onto dating territory!

Since going to Blackpool with Wanda, we hadn't actually gotten another moment to ourselves. Wedding plans were picking up which kept her busy, and if not that, then I'd only see her in passing in which we'd exchange smiles before moving on.

So, I though it would be good to take her out on a date. A proper one, even if it was to be disguised as a simple outing between soon-to-be sister-in-laws. The plan was to 'bump' into her in town, which we did, then I asked her if she wanted to go to the art gallery. She'd been before, but they'd put in a new exhibition which I thought she might like.

We couldn't exactly hold hands when there, but I made the most of her presence and stood a little too close to her than a friend might. Since she'd kissed me at the beach, I wasn't able to think about anything else. And when shot me a knowing smile, I knew she felt the same.

"I like this one," I told her, pointing to a piece hung on the wall, before squinting to read the plaque. "Jedburgh Abbey from the River by Thomas Girtin."

"And why's that?" she asked, watching me with humoured eyes.

I pursed my lips, glancing between her and the painting sheepishly. "I'm not gonna lie, I just like the way the guy painted the clouds in the sky."

She stifled laughter, not wanting to draw attention from passers-by, and nudged me in the shoulder. "You're unbelievable, milaya (darling). We didn't have to come here if you don't like art."

I gave her a knowing look. "Hey, I love art. Especially when it's by a certain Sokovian artist named Wanda Maximoff."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. I grinned at her bashfulness, wanting to tease her but also very true with my words. Her work was my favourite, biased or not, and I still had that amazing portrait she'd done of me in my room back home. It was tucked into one of my drawers where nobody would find it. I didn't want anyone else to look at it since she'd done it for me and it was private... it was a beautiful reminder of the amazing day we'd had.

"You're poking fun, but in all seriousness, I'd actually love for my work to be up here someday," she said softly, looking at the painting before us with hopeful eyes. 

"They wish they were that lucky to score someone as talented as you," I said without skipping a beat.

She cracked a smile, tilting her head in my direction. It was obvious she was losing her patience with me, but I enjoyed watching her lose it. She didn't know what to say, especially when being complimented, and it was endearing to witness.

We remained civil for the remainder of the 'date', refraining from holding hands or gazing at each other longer than friends would, and I was pretty proud of myself for not thinking about kissing her once when we were done.

As we got into the carriage to go back home, the door closed and I was going to ask her how she found it when she moved towards me in an instant, kissing me without question. I raised my hand, caressing her jaw and closing my eyes as she leaned forward, practically on my lap, not that I cared. She sucked on my bottom lip sensually before she opened her mouth, pushing her tongue into mine. I almost forgot how to breathe as she did, unprepared for such an intense kiss.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," she revealed when she pulled away.

I flushed at the contact, a dazed smile on my lips. "Huh."

She chuckled as she sat back beside me more 'appropriately'. "Thanks for taking me. I loved it."

I nodded lamely, still trying to recover from our kiss. "I'm– I'm glad."

She smirked playfully, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my lips before sitting back. "You're so cute."

My words still hadn't returned, so all I could do was nod before looking the other way. Her laughter filled the carriage and I wondered how I'd gotten so lucky to be in the presence of someone so perfect.

After exchanging some more kisses and actually being able to hold hands without prying eyes, we reached Wanda's home and she invited me in for some tea. Sadly, that meant we had to let go of one another, but I think she'd given me enough to remember her by as we parted, and she must have thought the same, judging from the smirk she sent my way.

We sat on the patio outside to have some tea and biscuits, enjoying the sunshine and blue skies, a rare occurrence for England. We were chatting mindlessly when her brother decided to make an appearance, helping himself to a seat between Wanda and I.

"How lovely of you to grace us with your presence, Miss Y/L/N," he said playfully, shooting me a charming smile, before reaching to grab a biscuit. Wanda slapped his hand but he stole one anyway, making her roll her eyes.

"Nice to see you, Pietro," I greeted with amusement, always enjoying his presence.

"And you," he returned, before chowing down his biscuit.

Wanda gave me a fed up look over his shoulder which he was oblivious to, and I tried not to laugh as she clearly wasn't a fan of him interrupting our time.

"So, I caught a glimpse of the wedding invitations," Pietro said, making conversation. He glanced between us with a nod of approval. "They're coming along well."

I hummed in agreement, smile becoming less real when he mentioned the wedding. Wanda didn't acknowledge his words as she fiddled with the handle of her teacup.

"Is your brother behaving, Y/N?" Pietro continued jokingly, looking to me. "I know how many admirers he has, but my sister should be his first priority."

"Oh, Piet...," Wanda breathed out with embarrassment, facepalming.

"Of course he is," I assured her brother with a small smile. "He wouldn't dare try hurting Wanda or he'd have a lot of explaining to do."

There was some playfulness in my voice, but an underlying truth to my words.

"It's sweet how close you've gotten," Pietro noticed, looking between us, before settling his gaze on me. "It's about time Wanda made friends with people who aren't me."

Cue another slap. I chuckled at her sheepish expression, amused by Pietro's antics.

"Anyway," he changed the subject for his sister's sake, "mother has been getting on my very nerve about finding a bride because you decided to get married."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "We both know I didn't decide, Piet."

He sighed over-dramatically. "Well, it's because of your engagement that she's now on my back about it."

"Join the club," I joked, knowing exactly what he meant. "My mum was already on my back about finding a husband, but since this engagement, it's ten times more annoying."

Pietro laughed. "Oh, no. Has she lined up suitors? My parents like to point out every pretty woman they see to me in hopes I'll make a move. It's hardly productive."

"I haven't asked her for fear she'll pull out a folder with all of the eligible bachelors in town," I said, half joking and half serious.

Pietro snickered as Wanda rolled her eyes in the background. She should have been happy I was getting along with her brother. He was actually quite entertaining to be around.

"It's funny you say that because you're one of the women my parents pointed out," he admitted.

"Oh, God, so they're saying the same thing to you?" I asked with a groan, and he nodded regretfully. "Isn't it just the worst?"

"You're a lovely girl, Y/N, don't get me wrong," he began gently, "but I don't like you like that."

I raised my hand for a high five. "Me and you both."

Laughing once again, he returned my high five and I was glad we were on the same page. The amount of people that had been hinting at getting to know Wanda Maximoff's very single brother was getting pretty annoying. It was nice to know he was just as irritated at the insinuation as I was.

"Okay, I should leave you both to it," Pietro concluded, slapping his knees and standing up. Looking to me, he said, "Miss Y/L/N, it was as lovely as ever to make your acquaintance."

I smiled as he winked playfully before looking to his disgruntled sister.

"Dear sister, the pleasure is always mine," he continued to tease, and she slapped him once more, making him dodge her and begin to leave. "Love you, too!" he called before heading back inside.

I laughed at his silliness and relaxed in my seat, looking back to Wanda. She didn't seem half as amused as I was as she drummed her fingers on the table and chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"I may be mistaken, love, but it looks like you're jealous," I poked fun at her.

She rolled her eyes and her jaw tensed before she finally looked to me, expression softening. "Can you blame me?" she asked quietly. "You're both single. You're both similar age. Everybody talks."

I shrugged nonchalantly, having a sip of my tea. "True... but I've got my eye on another Maximoff anyway."

She sighed, small smile creeping on her lips. Subtly moving my chair closer to hers, I grabbed her hand under the table and squeezed. My thumb stroked her hand softly as I leaned on the palm of my hand on the table.

"You look really beautiful today," I admitted in a hushed voice. "I should have told you earlier."

She, too, leaned into the palm of her hand as she watched me with an enchanting gaze. "So do you, milaya (darling)."

Unable to resist, I glanced around quickly before kissing her cheek and pulling away. Letting go of her hand, I busied myself with the tea and biscuits again.

"Biscuit?" I offered her, and she began to laugh at my attempt at acting casual.

Playing along, she accepted the biscuit from my hand. But a knowing smile was on her lips as she nodded. "Thank you."

—

Being with Wanda was a luxury in itself, even if we had to keep it private.

To everybody else, we were merely two women about to become family who happened to create a bond that was close. But we both knew what it really was and weren't eager to say it. Because saying it made it true and that meant that what we were doing became realer than it was in our daydreams and hidden moments.

I did find myself wracked with guilt sometimes – particularly the times when Y/B/N would gush about how excited he was to marry her. Wanda was technically cheating on him with me, his sister, but that fact was something that was still blurry to me.

We had no choice but to lie and be secretive. In a world like this, where we would never be able to be together like we wanted to, all we had was secrecy and deception. Did that still make us bad people?

I tried not to think about what would happen when she actually married my brother. The future was something I was adamant on pushing to the back of my mind because I knew what it would hold and I just wanted to enjoy the time I had with her. Convincing myself that what we had wasn't serious, just a heat of the moment relationship maybe, made things easier to accept. But really, I knew that whenever she looked my way with her signature smile and dazzling eyes, it was way more than I envisioned. She was way more.

So, trying not to be dragged down with the weight of reality, I vowed to myself to only focus on the now. Focus on the moments I shared with her whilst we could. Anything beyond that and I'd surely snap.

"Medovyy (honey), the Y/L/Ns are here!" Iryna called behind her, before looking to my family and I as we stood at her front door. "Please, all of you, come in!"

She ushered us into the main hall before closing the door after us. Perfectly timed, the rest of her family left the living room and came to greet us.

Automatically, my eyes found Wanda's and she was already looking my way, her dimple making a show as she attempted to reign in an excited smile. I did the same, trying to ignore the way my heart stirred upon seeing her.

Oleg and Iryna welcomed my parents and then me, kind expressions accompanying genuine greetings. In the corner of my eye, I saw Pietro shaking Y/B/N's hand before Wanda took his place, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Y/B/N. It wasn't jealousy that I felt whenever they were together, at least not entirely – they were to be married, what more could I expect? – but it wasn't anything pleasant either.

"Ah, my favourite Y/L/N," Pietro beamed upon shaking my hand, making my lips twitch upwards. "You excited for dinner? We're having salmon."

"Ecstatic, Pietro," I answered with a playful eye roll. "All I've been thinking all day."

He chuckled at my sarcasm before letting go of my hand and moving over to greet my parents. Wanda was next, her shoulders relaxing when she stepped before me with a soft smile present on her lips.

"It's good to see you," she said, but her eyes said much more than that. "How have you been?"

Exchanging a friendly-looking hug, my body was warm where she pressed against me. Touching her always sent a rush of emotion through me and I looked forward to it every time.

"I've been good," I answered aloud, before whispering into her ear, "Better now."

She squeezed my waist inconspicuously in response before letting go. "That's good. You know, we've got time before dinner and I wanted to show you the painting I've been working on lately. Wanna see?"

I glanced at my parents and hers for permission, knowing they'd heard her question.

"Just try not to take too long since dinner will be on the table soon," Iryna said with a nod. "It's so good to see you girls getting along."

Breathing out slightly, I smiled gratefully before letting Wanda intertwine our fingers and drag me up the staircase. She led me past several doors before we finally reached hers and she tugged me inside.

As soon as the door closed, she was quick to connect our lips in a heated, desperate kiss. I relaxed against her instantly, my hands falling to her side and pulling her closer. Her fingernails gently scratched the sensitive skin behind my neck, giving me goosebumps, and I let out an involuntary gasp at the feeling.

When we pulled away for a breath, her nose brushed against mine and she pressed a final kiss to my lips, slower and more tasteful compared to the first, before smiling at me.

"I missed you," she said, as if reading my mind.

A breathy laugh escaped my lips. "It's only been a week since we last saw each other, love."

She shrugged, arms laced around my neck. "A week too long."

Raising a brow judgementally, I gave her a knowing look. She wasn't embarrassed in the slightest as her half-lidded eyes met mine with a confident smirk.

"Did you just pull me up here to have a quick snog?" I teased her.

"Well, yes," she said, making me laugh again, before adding, "And I wanted to ask you if you'll go to the park with me tomorrow. A picnic. If you want."

She bit her lip anxiously, eyes darting elsewhere as she waited for an answer. I always found it amusing how she could be so confident one second and then so innocently adorable the next.

"Wanda, I'd love to." My thumb rubbed circles on her waist as I kept ahold of her. "I hear it's supposed to be nice weather tomorrow, too."

She pursed her lips. "Even if it rained, I'd still drag you to the park with me."

"Somehow, I feel like that's true," I countered with a ghost of a smile on my lips. She tried to hide her own smile and I continued, "Was there an actual painting you wanted to show me or...?"

Breathing out with amusement, she intertwined our fingers and pulled me to the back of her room where her 'studio' was. Since the last time I'd visited, there were plenty of new additions to her work, all as wonderful as the next.

"This one is from the beach at Blackpool," she said, stopping before a medium-sized canvas depicting the horizon. "When we sat on the bench. Just before I kissed you."

My heart fluttered at the memory and I studied the canvas, recalling it looked similar to her watercolour painting of the same view. She'd done a spectacular replica in oil paints, reminiscent of the trip we took.

"You should already know what I'm going to say," I said, looking to her knowingly. "But just so you can hear it again, I absolutely love this. You're so talented."

She rolled her eyes to distract from the pink spreading across her cheeks. "Thank you... and again, thank you for taking me. Seeing an actual water source upfront really helped me refine my paintings. It feels so much more real now."

I looked back to the painting, noticing what she meant. Either way, I loved both versions of her work, before and after going to the beach.

"You did good, love."

She squeezed my hand gently before sighing quietly with realisation. "We should probably go back down."

"We should," I agreed, glancing at her. "Thanks for showing me these."

She cracked a smile, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip. "Always."

Reluctantly, the two of us returned downstairs and joined the others as they were settling at the dining table. Wanda and I sat side by side, and this time when her fingers brushed mine, I made no move to pull away.

The meal was good, but as usual, I found myself zoning out. The conversation made its rounds, falling to me as the Maximoffs wanted to know how I was doing, then moved on, giving me chance to focus on eating my dinner and getting through the evening. I knew that at one point, everybody was talking about some play that was showing in the theatres.

Bits of the conversation were going in one ear and out the other and I was minding my own business until Wanda's bare foot rubbed against my leg under the table. The sensation of her skin against mine made my knee bounce up and hit the table with surprise, earning everyone's attention.

"Are you okay, dear?" Oleg asked, noticing my discomfort.

I cleared my throat, straightening up and ignoring the stifled smile Wanda had in my peripheral vision.

"I'm good, sorry about that," I apologised awkwardly, shivering when she dragged her foot back down my leg. "You were talking about the play, right?"

That seemed to distract them, as they leapt right back into conversation, giving me a chance to breathe out with relief. I looked to Wanda, watching her lean on her palm and hide a smirk as she stared at me with mischievous eyes.

Glaring and nudging her in the arm subtly, I looked back to my food, but she didn't move her foot, nor her hand. Both brushed my against me, starting a fire on my skin and making me swallow hard. She kept like that for the whole evening, making my head dizzy and leaving me at a loss for words.

And when I looked her way, she was already staring, definitely knowing the effect she had on me.

—

"I just need to find my shoes and we can go," I told Wanda the next morning, before our date at the park.

She'd come to pick me up at my house and was hanging around my room as I finished getting ready. From her place at my desk, she hummed in acknowledgment before distracting herself with my notebooks.

"I see you're making great use of the notebook I picked out for you," she commented, and I glanced towards her mid-search for my shoes, seeing she was flicking through the already-filled book.

"I have a lot of ideas, what can I say?" I joked, before looking under the pile of clothes near my wardrobe.

She chuckled, before falling quiet again. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was doing until she spoke up after a few minutes.

"Y/N, your writing is beautiful," she said, making me look her way to see an amazed smile on her lips. "I didn't know you could write like this. I mean– I should have because you helped write that letter Y/B/N gave to me, but this..."

I shrugged awkwardly, distracting myself with my search again. "It's okay, I guess."

She exhaled mockingly. "Okay? Y/N, this is miles better than okay. Why didn't you show me this sooner?"

I smiled satisfactorily as I finally located my shoes. Grabbing them, I approached Wanda and took a seat on the edge of my bed, opposite her seat at my desk.

"Because it'll never be anything more than what you're looking at?" I said rhetorically. "It'll only ever be words confined to pages that nobody will see?"

She gave me a knowing look. "I think you forget that my brother is a publisher, dorogoy (dear)."

"And I think you forget that he is the publisher to my brother, dear," I retorted playfully.

She sighed, shaking her head and putting the notebook back on my desk. "You know Pietro would love this, right? He'd sign you in a heartbeat."

I snickered at the ludicrous thought. "Wanda, you're a little biased, love."

She rolled her eyes. "Writers write for audiences. I am an audience. I consume literature. And I'm telling you that it's not just me who would read what you have to write."

I tried not to laugh as I pulled my shoes onto my feet.

"Are you really telling me that you'd never want to get published?" she asked with a raised brow.

My heart ached at the thought of such a fantasy. "Of course I would, Wanda." I met her eyes, which were already peering across from me patiently. "I've dreamed of that. But it's just not what's to happen. My family have told me that many times. In another lifetime, maybe."

She pursed her lips, studying me thoughtfully. I offered her a smile and stood up, holding out my hand.

"Forget that," I told her. "I believe you promised me a picnic."

Thankfully, she dropped the subject and accepted my hand, letting me pull her up. The topic wasn't brought up again and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

We went to the park like she wanted and she brought a picnic basket with her, having packed a lovely variety of finger foods and snacks.

As she was unpacking the food onto the blanket, I narrowed my eyes at her. "You know, now that we're finally alone, I can say how unfair it was of you to do what you did last night."

She played dumb, shrugging, focusing on neatening up the sandwiches on a plate. "I don't know what you mean, milaya (darling)."

"Huh. Sure you don't."

Giggles flew from her lips as she glanced at me through her eyelashes. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I just love seeing you squirm. You get all tense and it's so cute."

I pursed my lips. "I figured. You've been watching me squirm since we met."

She grinned knowingly before straightening up. "Okay, I made sandwiches and there's also some coleslaw, fruit, cheese... I made some Sokovian dishes, too, if you want to try them. Okroshka – it's like a cold soup. Then there's this olivye salad. It's... well, salad."

I smiled at the thought she put into it all and grabbed her hand between us. We'd set the picnic out behind a tree so we wouldn't have curious eyes watching us. It didn't look like we were overtly hiding, but we still got our privacy, too.

"It all looks great, Wanda," I said with appreciation. "I can't wait to try it."

She squeezed my hand in response before letting go to grab some paper plates. After popping a strawberry in her mouth, she asked, "Do you just want a bit of everything?"

I leaned on the back of my hands as I hummed a 'yes'. She began to put me some food in and I watched her, admiring the sight.

Her hair was half-pulled back today, falling in waves down her back and exposing her perfectly sculpted jawline. Everything about her was perfect – the way she moved was elegant and graceful, even when her hair fell over her shoulder and in her way; she simply moved it back with a flick of her hand and resumed what she was doing. The sun caught her immaculately, her hair glowing bright under the light and her eyes magnificently green as they focused.

As always, she took my breath away.

"Here," she said, holding out the plate towards me and pulling me from my reverie.

I accepted the plate and fork, returning her smile, before she watching as she began to make another plate for herself.

"You sure this is fancy enough for you?" I asked jokingly, stabbing my fork into a carrot. "I heard you and my brother went to a very luxurious restaurant the other night."

She met my eyes, holding amusement in her own. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you, milaya (darling)."

I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes. "I'm not jealous, I just– it's so annoying listening to him talk about how beautiful you are or how funny you are or how kind you are."

"Oh, so you don't think I'm any of those things?" she teased, trying to get a rise out of me.

I titled my head towards her. "Of course I know you're all those things. But it doesn't mean I like hearing him talk about it constantly..."

Clearly amused, she erupted into laughter and I felt my face heating up with embarrassment. I know it sounded like I was whining, but it was true. Sometimes, I wasn't envious of my brother but rather at the fact that he could actually take Wanda out properly. He could be seen with her in public and hold her hand without fear of getting looks or disowned. He had the privilege of being with her and it wasn't fair.

"You may hear him talk about it, but there's one thing I can assure you that you get that he doesn't," she said when recovering from her laughter.

I stared at her with an exasperated sigh. "And what's that?"

She smiled confidently, glancing around quickly, before leaning forward and kissing me softly. As quickly as it came, it disappeared, leaving me desiring more.

Licking my lips, I couldn't tear my eyes from hers. "You know, you're a really good kisser."

She chuckled at my reaction and I found myself leaning in again, entranced by the way she tasted. Putting my plate to the side, I raised a hand to pull her closer, getting better access to her mouth.

She tasted sweet like the strawberry she'd just eaten and I swiped my tongue across her lip, indicating I wanted her to part her them. She did, allowing me to slip my tongue in and wrestle with hers, revelling in the way she tasted. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as she let out a moan, it reverberating in my mouth and giving me goosebumps.

When lack of oxygen became an issue, she pulled away breathlessly, flushed cheeks adorned with a smile.

"As lovely as that was, I actually want to eat what I made," she ridiculed playfully.

"Yes, we will," I assured her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. My thumb touched her lips, outlining them tenderly, subconsciously committing them to memory. "We'll get back to it."

She wanted to laugh, but I moved forward and caught her bottom lip between mine, unable to stay away. It was wrong, the rush I felt in my gut and the warmth that spread all over my body and the tingles that travelled down my spine. Because I knew what it all meant, but admitting it was a different story. So, I didn't.

I just continued to kiss the girl before me, knowing I could have kissed her forever and not regretted a single thing.

[widow-maximov]

Drunken Truth

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, a little bit of angst.

Summary: One of the Starks parties turn into a truth or dare; Can your drunk self resist telling the truth?

Word count: 3.7k

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Parties were never your thing but alcohol definitely was, there wouldn't be a time after a rough mission that you just wanted to relax with a glass of wine in your hand but of course you couldn't since you had to be on your feet 24/7.

But today was the day that you didn't have to worry about the world for at least that short amount of time. It was a fancy party since it was very important to Tony, he needed some of those people to invest into him and keep up with all the damages we cause.

Preferably you would stay in your room binge watching some trash show and not worrying about anything that day but since Natasha along with Wanda will be there, that was your motivation to get up and dress up.

You fancied both of them but you never had the courage to confess so you decided to just keep those feelings away, this way you wouldn't ruin your friendship with both redheads.

You dressed up with this dark red dress that really complimented your figure, everyone you met has always told you that red tends to bring out the devil in you so with a smirk you stared at yourself in the mirror.

"Look at you Y/n!" Someone from behind you spoke up, you looked where they were standing with a smile as you spoke.

"Thank you, Bucky"

He nodded as he walked over to you and you faced him "Thank you for agreeing to take me to the party"

You linked your arm with his as the both of you walked to the elevator from your room "Of course, I know how you feel about parties so I don't mind being your moral support"

You squeezed his arm as you smiled "There need to be more people like you"

He chuckled "Sexy and confident? Yeah I know"

You giggled as the two of you stepped inside the elevator "Confident yes but sexy? I will argue with you on that"

He pouted which made you laugh enough to cause him to laugh with you "Not that I'm complaining but why didn't you ask Carol to walk you?"

You looked confusingly at him "Isn't she on a mission?"

He shook his head "She got back this morning"

"Why wasn't I inform!?" You asked shocked as your gaze was focused on him.

"I'm not sure, isn't she like your best friend?" He questioned you and when the door opened he pulled you along with him into the loud hallway that led to where the party was held.

The first thing the two of you noticed were the strangers all over the place, you didn't even this room existed until today, you scanned the room for the blonde that you haven't see and dragged Bucky towards her.

She didn't notice you until you practically screamed her name and jumped into her arms, Carol was your best friend and the two of you nearly did everything together but then when you met Wanda and Natasha, things changed as you started to spend your time equally between the three.

"Why didn't you tell me you was back today!" You asked when you pulled away from the hug.

She smiled at you "Because I know you would try to find a way to not come here" She eyed you and smirked "And not look this good.."

You chuckled "Thank you but have you seen yourself!"

The smirk never disappeared "Of course, I own a mirror"

You slapped her arm playfully, just as you were about to speak again, your head whipped to the person who cleared their throat "Oh my! I'm so sorry Natty!"

You walked over to her and hugged her "I didn't notice the two of you talking"

She smiled at your hug as she let her eyes close when your perfume hit her nose "It's okay Y/n/n"

You pulled away as you looked around and frowned "Where is witchy"

Natasha's eyes never left your face "I saw Vision talking to her not long ago" Carol answered as she observed Natasha and you.

Natasha not paying attention to anything else but you "You definitely look good in red"

You looked back at Natasha, she had a sly smile across her lips, you could feel yourself blush at her words and with a huge smile as you tucked your hair behind your ear "Thank you Natty"

You eyed her "That dress suits you, you should wear dresses more often"

Natasha chuckled "Right because it's easier to get out off?"

Natasha's arm was still snaked around you, from how close she was and the way the words escaped so easily without hesitation made you hot "Easy access as well"

Carol nearly choked on her drink as she raised her brows at what you said, Natasha's eyes were focused on you as a small smirk settled on her lips, you looked at Carol with a smile and gently pulled yourself away from Natasha's grip.

"I'll go find witchy before the robot gets too friendly" You looked between them and walked off with a smile.

Natasha finally looked at Carol after you were out of sight "Natty?"

Natasha shrugged "What? It sounds better when she says it"

Carol laughed and shook her head "You and Wanda are so whipped for Y/n"

She earned a eye roll from Natasha "If I didn't know any better she's whipped for you"

This sent Carol into a fit of laughter "Me?" She kept laughing, trying her best to catch a breath "Oh Natty, you are funny"

"Yeah don't call me that"

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You were able to locate Wanda, she had a smile across her face but that smile didn't meet her eyes, like it did with you around. You walked over to her and when she noticed you, the look across her face was more of 'Thank god'.

"Witchy, I need you" You spoke as she sigh with relief, you looked over at Vision who was too close for your liking.

She gripped onto your arm "Oh of course Y/n/n" She looked at Vision with an awkward smile "Sorry Vis, I have to go, catch you later"

He nodded and disappeared into a wall, you really hated when he did that "I really dislike when he does that, there is a door for a reason"

Wanda giggled at you as she unglued herself from your arm "Thank you"

You shook your head to dismiss her "You don't need to, I just wanted to get drinks, Natasha is busy with Carol and I know you would be up for some fun"

"Natasha with Carol?" She questioned as she looked in their direction.

You nodded "Yeah, they were talking and I didn't even notice Natasha at first"

The two of you made it to the bar as she leaned on it and you ordered something to drink "So, what's up with you and Carol?"

You raised your brows at her "Me and Carol? I'm not sure I'm following"

She observed you as you took a sip of your drink "Like are you guys a couple?"

Now you was the one choking on your drink as you started to laugh "Witchy, you are hilarious, she is my best friend that's all"

You looked into her eyes "Plus I already like someone"

Wanda and Natasha often spoke about you and how much they would want the three of you to be together, whenever you would spend time separately with them, they would miss your presence the second you left.

You placed your empty glass as you walked over to the dance floor and started to dance, you felt slowly getting tipsy and eventually you had gotten drunk, of course not wasted but drunk enough to say too much.

Even with dancing, you weren't sobering up and that was an issue but that wasn't your problem in that moment, what you cared about was forgetting the world around you and just having fun.

Some of the team danced along with you but gotten tired eventually, the party did die down a little so you ended up sitting on the couch, next to Bucky as the two of you laughed at some stories he told.

Natasha and Wanda stood next to each other as they both eyed you and Bucky, they were slightly jealous as they wanted to make you laugh like that.

Thor was the only talkative person at the moment so he stood in the middle "Let's play truth or dare!"

Your attention turned towards Thor and you raised your beer up "Yes!"

Everyone shrugged and joined in, Carol taking her place in your lap, people often thought the two of you dated by how Carol acted but she was actually always like this.

The two redheads sat near you but it was impossible to sit by you as everyone took their seat next to you, you pulled Carol further into you causing a yelp to came out from her mouth, this definitely didn't go unnoticed by the two redheads.

You looked at her with a what look and she spoke "You didn't warm me"

You giggled at her being childish "You was cutting my blood circulation to my legs"

She rolled her eyes as her attention turned to Thor "So who is going first"

"You since you suggested it" Tony spoke up as he sipped his drink comfortably from where he was.

Thor shrugged not really caring "Okay"

The game went on for sometime before it was your turn, Carol was holding onto you tightly, it was her turn before you so you just sat there waiting for her to pick one.

"Truth" She answered, you laughed which caused her to look down at you.

"Look at you being a pussy and picking truth"

She rolled her eyes and looked at the person who was giving her a truth "Is it true that you and Y/n are dating?"

Everyone in the room was looking from you to Carol, you shook your head "No, she wishes"

"Why do everyone think we are dating?" She asked a little annoyed at the team.

Wanda looked at Carol, she couldn't keep her mouth shut "Maybe because you are always all over her"

You looked at Wanda you could see her tense up, Natasha's reaction was shocked as well. Carol narrowed her eyes but Bucky jumped in and turned his head to you "Y/n Truth or dare?"

You sighed as you smiled at him "Dare"

"Oh look at yo-" Before she could finish, you covered her mouth with your hand which caused her to shut up.

"I dare you to give someone a hickey"

You laughed as you shook your head, you didn't feel shy at all so you blurted out "I have no idea how"

You felt yourself sober up in that moment, no one said anything, they just stared at you as if you just said you killed someone. Natasha looked at Wanda and they both had an evil smirk.

Carol had a sly smirk "I can teach you"

You chuckled but shook your head "No thanks, now move I need another drink"

She laughed, she loved annoying you and flirting with you, usually you would flirt back for jokes, and that's all it was, you was too mesmerised by the two redheads to look at anyone else.

You shoved her off and started to walk towards the bar when Thor stopped you "Y/n you can always try Asgard alcohol"

You stopped in your tracks as you walked over to him with a smirk and grabbed his drink, taking a big gulp, he tried to stop you but it was too late.

Wanda stood up as she walked over to you worried "Y/n are you okay дорогой (Darling)"

This was a lot different than what you were used to, your pupils dilated a little bit too much for someone who drinks alcohol, you looked at her as your vision doubled.

She looked at Thor as her eyes narrowed "You're really stupid sometimes, why would you give alcohol to a human, especially to someone who never tried it before"

He shrugged, being a little scared of the woman in front of him "She said she wanted to drink"

You nearly fell when you tried to walk as your legs felt numb but Wanda caught you in time, she looked back at Natasha "Could you please get her water детка (baby)"

Natasha nodded as her eyes darted to you for a split second and she walked off to the bar to get you water, you laughed as you stared at Wanda "You have pretty eyes"

You slurred your words, and then looked at Carol who was laughing "Stop laughing you...-"

You forgot your insult as you frowned in confusion, making Tony even laugh at you "Okay! That's enough for you дорогой (Darling)"

You nodded with a huge smile "Yes, let's go sleep!"

You screamed as Wanda dragged you towards Natasha who held the water in her hand "Awww lookk at you redhead, you're so cute to bring me water!"

Natasha had a small smile as she forced you to drink all of that water, you didn't protest, you were being held by both of them as they stared at you drinking water to see if you would be okay.

You gave them a thumbs up and they started to walk towards the elevator, you looked down at the floor and then looked at both of them "You know I heard redheads are really crazy"

Natasha looked at Wanda as she raised her brows at your outburst "Really? Crazy how?"

You smiled at them "Crazy in bed, but that's what I heard, yous might need to show me.."

Wanda was trying hard to keep in her laughter, you was always shy around them, never tried to step over the line with something and respected their wishes.

"Oh дорогой (darling) you are something else"

You giggled "I know especially when I have no idea how-" You hiccupped "To give hickeys"

Natasha held you strongly against her "Y/n/n let's go sleep and tomorrow we will talk about this okay?"

You nodded and slowly started to fall asleep in their arms as they walked you towards your room, Wanda used her powers to carry you which helped when you fell asleep.

They both placed you down slowly on the bed, your eyes shot open as you hit your bed and smiled at the sight of them "You two are sooo hot"

Wanda giggled at your state "Go sleep дорогой (Darling)"

You nodded "Only if you say something in Russian again"

Natasha shook her head at you and smiled "спокойной ночи, принцесса (Goodnight Princess)"

You reached for her hand and placed it on your throat "I have no idea what you said but say it again and choke me to it"

Natasha raised her eyebrows with shock at your very blunt response whilst Wanda laughing, you turned your head towards Wanda "You can give me hickeys, I wouldn't mind"

Natasha's smile never fades, as she moved her hand from your throat to your cheek "Tomorrow okay Y/n/n?"

You nodded and closed your eyes at her touch, Wanda leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead and Natasha placed one on your cheek, you was out within seconds, they both stared at you for couple minutes and then looked back at each other trying their hardest to not laugh too loud.

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Waking up in the morning was the worse, the headache that was there after was more horrible than vomiting, you wanted to sleep all day but you knew you couldn't so you had gotten up and searched your room for any painkillers which you did find.

Everything slowly started to come back to you, especially what you said to Wanda and Natasha, you cringed at yourself and mentally scold yourself for even taking Thor's suggestion.

You showered and dressed yourself in comfy clothes than the dress you slept in. Your plan was to avoid the two redheads as much as possible, even if you lived in the same place as them, you would try.

You knew their schedule so maybe it wouldn't be so hard and it did work for three days, you managed to avoid the two without any run ins.

Even Carol, you did see her from time to time but you knew she was friends with them and if you stayed too long, this would end badly with them asking questions or following you.

You were afraid of the rejection from the two women, you felt like they would never be interested in you and since you were drank, they played along with you so you wouldn't be hurt.

You spent your days with Bucky and he was very friendly with you but you knew he never was interested in you so you accepted his friendliness but the redheads weren't so much keen of this.

They knew you were avoiding them and that only made them upset, not really understanding why. Every time they would try to find you, it was as if you disappeared into thin air or they just missed you, this time they were determined to find you and confront you.

They were able to locate you with Bucky, the two of you were laughing and from time to time he would place his hand on your thigh, each time it would be higher and from what they seen you wasn't so much bothered about it.

Eventually you left him and that's when they took their chance, as you rounded the corner, Natasha pushed you against the wall and Wanda restrained you with her powers.

You looked with fear in your eyes at the sudden movement but slightly relaxed when you noticed the two redheads, but you noticed that they weren't smiling but rather angry-ish.

You chuckled slightly "Heh, Wands Nat, what you guys doing?"

Wanda was the first to speak, as Natasha analysed you "Why have you been avoiding us?"

You couldn't move at all so you just looked at both of them "I'm not avoidin-"

Natasha stepped forward "Don't lie Y/n/n"

You sighed as you looked away from them "Can you at least let me go?"

They looked at each other "It hurts" your voice was small and Wanda's expression softened as she let you go.

You were still looking away from them as you spoke "I know how this will end, the two of you will end up trying to politely reject me so I rather just avoid it and pretend"

"Why do you think we would reject you?" Wanda asked as she walked to where Natasha was.

You was avoiding to look at them but with every courage in your body, you looked from Wanda to Natasha "I assumed I never was your type.."

They both looked at each other as you looked away from them, the silence was loud enough to tell you that you was right, but Natasha took the first step towards you, as she placed her finger under your chin to make you look at her.

Wanda stood next to her as she took your hand and intertwined her fingers with yours, Natasha sighed with relief "You assumed wrong принцесса (Princess)"

Natasha's hand moved to your cheek as Wanda spoke "We thought we weren't your type"

You raised your brows "What make you think that?"

"With Carol and Bucky all over you, we thought maybe you're crushing on one of them"

You looked from Natasha to Wanda "Bucky knows that I'm into girls and Carol, I'm not sure what's up with Carol lately but I can assure that they aren't that someone I like"

"We might need different type of reassurance" Natasha pulled you into her, leaving some space for Wanda.

Wanda pressed her front against your back, trapping you between herself and Natasha, she moved her lips to your ear "Who is that someone you like дорогой (Darling)"

You opened your mouth but Wanda was quick to act, she moved your hair away from your neck and attached her lips as she gently sucked on the soft skin causing you to moan, which was muffled by Natasha's lips being pressed against yours.

Her lips moved from yours to your jaw to your neck, causing you to move your head towards Wanda as she kiss you this time, her kiss was quick but gently, leaving you wanting more.

Natasha spoke to your ear this time "Yeah принцесса (Princess) who is that someone you like"

You swallowed the moan that was creeping up, speaking this time "It's the two of you.."

Those words brought smirks across their lips, they looked at each other and back at you, you were a mess, an obvious blush across your cheeks and now red marks on your neck, they knew what they were doing to you.

"I think we should take this reassurance to your room принцесса (Princess)"

You nodded eagerly at the two women, causing them to laugh at you, you smirked as you tried to tease them "It's cute that the two of you are jealous of Carol and Bucky"

Natasha stopped laughing at your words, her famous smirk never leaving "Even if we are, at least we will be teaching you how to give a hickey"

You closed your eyes, feeling the embarrassment at your words "I'm never drinking around yous"

"I think it's cute when you want Nat to choke you and have me give you hickeys"

You slipped out from between them and walked away from them, feeling more embarrassed causing them to giggle at you, a smile never leaving your face.

You were finally happy, having to admit the feelings you were suppressing for such a long time and have them reciprocated was the best feeling. You knew you would stick with them through everything because they were your world and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Even if you had to embarrass yourself first causing it to be the best thing in your life...

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