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Mastermind ; Milly Alcock x fem!Reader.

A/N: admittedly i didn't reread it in any point so it probably contains many mistakes- also english is not my native language so beware. Ps i gave R a piercing but its honestly not a big deal. Ps2: Idk if I'm gonna give it a part 2 or not so just go with it and let me know if u do want.

Warning: this shitty thirst trap contains (probably bad) smut, so please if you're a minor or generally if its not your gem, take a step back

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"Did someone ordered this?" Milly asked the group as the waitress presented her the drink.

"I didn't order this" she said kindly to the woman before looking back at her friends, who seemed as clueless as she.

Well, Emily's friends to be exact.

They were celebrating the younger girl birthday and Milly was just one out of a whole lot of people who (rightfully) cherished the girl's presence in their lives.

"It was sent to you specifically by another table" the waitress clarified and milly raised an eyebrow.

(These things happen only in movies, are they not?)

The waitress pointed to a table not too far from theirs, at a pretty looking girl.

Effortless Charming, she seemed.

The girl was engaged in a conversation with her drinking buddies, the two guys seemed to be arguing about something Milly couldn't make, as the pretty girl rolled her eyes fondly at them and took a sip out of her drink.

Painted lips curving an entertained smile as one of the boys put his hand around her shoulder.

"Are you sure its her?" Milly asked the waitress and the woman nodded before turning away.

Milly glanced back at the girl, just so she could catch her gaze.

Y/e/c spark in excitement.

The girl sent her a small smile and raised her drink, holding it as a 'cheers' kind of gesture.

Milly smiled back before doing the same.

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After half an hour or so, Milly noticed the two guys who shared the table with the beautiful stranger getting up to dance floor, seemed to taking their chances with various different women.

The woman stayed at the table, her eyes glued to her phone, and Milly decided to adress her- and giving Emily and her friends a break.

Emily gave her a an encouraging hand squeeze as she got up before turning back to one of her friends, a girl Milly couldn't name for her life.

"Interesting choice of a drink, you had"

The actress said as she took the unoccupied sit next to the stranger.

The same sit the guy who put his hand on her sat in earlier- which was closer then she probably should've.

But it was a crowded place, full with drunk people and the girl was hot, and milly was a bit tipsy , and maybe a bit horny as well (cant blame a woman for her needs)

"Is that so? I honestly gambled on it. Good to know it worked"

"Didn't say it did" Milly taunted.

The girl's smiled at her knowingly,

"Yet, you're here, aren't you?"

(Yes, i am- milly thought)

"You seem confident enough so imagine my surprise that you only a drink and nothing else. You could've approached me. I do not bite"

"Unfortunately" the strange smirked and milly smirked back.

"I see no reason to bother a person without knowing where I'm standing in the situation."

She admitted "not a coward, but a calculated woman"

"Always the mastermind, I presume?"

"Barely" she chuckled before signaling the waitress.

"So, now that you have my attention. What's next?"

Milly hold up the stranger drink and took a small sip, containing eye contact.

The stranger smirk grew.

"Another drink, if you'd like"

The waitress approached.

"Naturally" milly smirked back before turning to the waitress who had a knowing glint in her eyes.

(Milly wondered if the waitress could see how close milly was to pull the overly confident and attractive woman to the restroom)

The night continues on,

The two flirted a lot and touched each other in ways that could pass as innocent, yet both knew were not,

In one moment milly's hand brushed the girl's hand,

In another the stranger's hand found a home on the actress thigh.

Milly bit her lip, and the girl's gaze linger on it a bit to long to consider innocent.

Milly brushed a piece of hair behind the girl's ear and made her blush slightly.

(It wasn't the alcohol, she knew)

"We should dance" the girl said at some point and and pulled milly to the dance floor.

Milly's eyes catch Emily's from across the room and winked at her. Her friend's laughed at her antics.

Saying milly was stunned will be an understatement,

The girl knew how to move, and made her whole body tinge in anticipation. Her lips linger not far from milly's own as she swayed close to her. Their bodies inches apart.

It was the last straw for the actress, and after a few minutes of this, she decided she might burst at any second.

Especially when she felt the girl's back on her front.

She put her hands on the stranger's waist and titled her face slightly to meet her hungry gaze.

"We're leaving now" she stated and the girl sent her a knowing smile

"Is that a commend, your grace?"

(A mastermind you are)

Milly smirked and pulled her further into herself. Her lips close to the stranger ear. "It is, a commend"

{this is a bit smutty so idk how well thats gonna go}

30 minutes later milly found herself in the girl's flat. Their lips connected and clothed half undone.

Milly's lips on the stranger's collarbone, taking in the flavor of her as the girl shuddered breath quickened.

"The bed-" the girl started to say and milly pulled her further into the room, the girl's legs hitting the bed and she fell on the mattress.

The blonde took no time before pulling her own top off.

Her smirk growing as the girl on the bed pulled her own dress off and showed a perfect skin and no bra.

A few tattoos scattered across the girl's body and a small silver piercing attached to her eight nipple. Her hardened nipple

It was delightful sight and the blonde had to stop herself from attacking the girl's nipple piercing with her tongue, instead she captured the painted lips in her own before pulling herself over the girl- who was now lying on the mattress, panting and turned on.

"Take it off" the girl said and went to pull over milly's Calvin klein's bra.

"Ask nicely" she said and attacked the girl's pulse spot.

The stranger whimpered so delightfully and milly felt her body reacts to it.

"So confident from the outside, but aren't you a good little brat"

The girl whimpered again.

"Please Milly"

Milly's lips trailed down the girl's chest, before stoping on her perky, pierced tits, her hot mouth finding the cold metal piercing, and her tongue delightfully playing with it.

Her left hand finding the girl's other nipple, giving her it well deserved attention and devotion.

She felt the girl's shuddering under her and decided it was time to move further down. But nit before taking her bra off. Exposing her own tits.

The girl's eyes scanned them so fiercely, one might think it was a form of art.

(It kinda was)

Milly's lips trailed to the girl's stomach, kissing every inch of it before pulling herself further down to the girl's thighs.

Milly learned with time how Soft butterfly kisses in the right spots can get a woman into a frantic state, and ph how diving sight it was.

"Please milly" the stranger begged as milly's teeth grazed her soaked panties.

"Please what" the blonde said and pulled herself up, to look at the woman beneath her.

Her blue eyes demanding.

"You know what" the girl said irritated before pulling the blonde into a bruising kiss.

"Don't be a brat" milly said as she pushed the girl's back to the mattress and dominantly cupped her face in her right hand.

"Fuck, please fuck me milly"

No further admission was necessary and milly found herself pulling herself back down, so her teeth could grazed the ruined fabric again.

Moment later with swift motion of her hand it was gone and the girl was bare in front of her, her pussy wet and the numb of nerves pulsing with anticipation.

One look at it and the girl's frantic gaze was enough for milly to know that she cant make anymore teasing, not for now, so she did what the girl was begging her to do from the moment she pulled her into her apartment- or even earlier when she sent her the drink- she attached her lips to the pulse point and flickered her experienced tongue,

The girl was a mess, no more cleaver remarks or confident words, just mumbling and whimpering of milly's name - that sounded oddly like a prayer.

It was so hot milly had to stop herself from pushing her own hand into her own pants, instead she pushed a finger into the girl's wet core, that seemed to take it as it was nothing, stretching and accepting it as if Milly's finger was a part of it anatomy.

a few seconds later another finger was in and the girl's breath became frantic.

"Milly, faster, please"

And she did went faster, her tongue turning and swirling the bud as if it was a candy in her mouth, her taste buds enjoying the taste as well, and her fingers working so fast - as if they were in a race- and winning.

"Cum for me baby"

And that was it, the walls were tightened and her body rose up a few inches in the air as milly's other hand kept her grounded, momentarily later circling her stomach.

Milly's lips found themselves in the delightful task of cleaning up some of the mess she caused before she pulled herself back over the panting, sweaty girl, and gave a kiss.

Her finger's who were still coated with the girl's juices went straight into her mouth as she kept an eye connection.

The girl smirked up at her, turned on by the sight.

"You're so fucking hot" she said and milly stroke her cheek fondly.

"You're the one to be talking"

Milly kissed her nose and she giggled momentarily before pulling milly into another kiss.

"Take your pants off" the stranger commended

Milly raised an eyebrow

"Please"

#milly alcock #rhaenyra targaryen #young rhaenyra #milly alcock x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #fic writing #smut #no minors please

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bestofmultiverse · 1 year

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Oh my god i never felt seen like this before

rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"

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bestofmultiverse · 1 year

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Blog's new aesthetic plate 🪷

#olivia cooke

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Crazy wonders (the before and after of life changing events)

Emma D'arcy x Female!Reader x Olivia Cooke (poly)

Chapter 1: the baby of Santa clause (January 2024)

prologue

Emma.

The coffee shop was empty, emma sighed as a sense of relief washed over.

Last time they went there they were taken back by the amount of people that crowded the small space, they never really liked to be cramped with strangers in a small space as this, especially since people started to recognize them, but the little smile on olivia's lips when she took a sip of her drink was worth it.

That woman loved her caffein, that was for sure.

Luckily for them, it wasn't the situation now, because this time Emma walked into the warm space alone, determined to get their partner her favorite beverage to start the morning.

it was early enough, 8 am, an hour or so before the place will get crowded with tired college students and even grumpier adults on their way to work.

Luckily for both olivia and Emma, they had a more unique profession than most.

As actors both partners had long periods of time away from homes (and sometimes in very interesting locations) or the opposite; have weeks to do nothing but rest and prepare themselves for their next jobs.

Now it was one of these days.

Both had a few weeks off, before going for a few months to film the new season of HOTD.

Olivia used some of the time to rest, and genuinely enjoy doing nothing but binge watching shows or catch up with friends, while Emma, the morning person they were, preferred to tackle the day early on, and fill it with ("dreadful not fun!" As olivia once said) activities.

"Good morning Emma, the usual?" The sweet guy who worked in the register asked them, knowing their picks by heart at this point.

Olivia dragged them there way too many times, they thought.

"Yes, and also 2 chocolate bites, thank you harry." They said with a smile and handed the young man the money.

Harry nodded at them and sent their order before shifting his attention to the person next in line.

A young woman with puzzled expression.

"How can i help you ma'am?" He asked kindly and the woman smiled at him, embarrassed.

"There are so many choices, i feel a bit lost" she admitted with a shy smile

Emma smiled at that. It was cute, she was cute.

Her hair was messy, and tugged carelessly under a grey beanie, and her nose red.

She looked exhausted and cold, and emma couldn't ignore her none British accent even if they'd tried.

She wasn't from around there, that was a given.

"What do you normally order?" Emma asked the stranger. The stranger looked at them, momentarily before answering- Emma was almost sure she recognized them- but didn't say anything which was a nice change.

"I don't, actually. I guess tea? Its not that cold from where I'm from, and i don't drink coffee, but i think that at this point ill take anything just to keep my hands warm."

"You should take the green tea then, its basic enough" they said and the stranger raised an eyebrow

"Did you just call me Basic?" She challenged with a smile

"Oh no! god no"

Emma's eyes widen and the girl laughed.

She had a cute laugh, it fit her well

"i meant its not too strong and it'll warm you up. It's actually good. My partner likes it on cold days"

The stranger grinned at her "i was just messing with you, i am a bit basic actually. Also, thats not a cold day to you?" She asked with her eyes widen in fear.

"Its not that cold, a bit chilly but I've seen worse"

"Oh god, I will get hypothermia in no time then. Damn it"

Emma couldn't hold their giggle.

The girl looked at harry who sheepishly smiled at the two, "green tea it is, and maybe a brownie, as well"

She looked at Emma for confirmation, to see if the actor had an intake on these as well.

"The brownies are great" they said and she nodded

"Good"

Later, when Emma got back to their flat, the beg of sweets and drinks in hand, they thought about the nice girl from the coffee shop.

She definitely recognized them, but was decent enough to do absolutely nothing about it. Thats a first. They thought.

The flat was quite, which led Emma to believe Olivia was still deep in her slumber,

After a quick glance trough olivia's open bedroom door, they were proven to be right.

The brunette was curled into the blankets, her hands grasping the fabric as if her life depended on it (in olivia's case. It might as well be)

Her Brown locks - who previously to bed were neatly gathered in a long braid- was still half braided, while half of it escaped for its life and was now spurned over the white pillow cases.

She seemed peaceful and content, which was a bit surprising since the room was bright due to the open curtains.

Emma could never sleep in when the light hit their face. but their partner could sleep trough a hurricane.

A small mischievous smile creeped to their lips.

They should definitely let the woman sleep in, since its her day off and all.

"Good morning darling!" Emma said loudly as they marched into the room.

Or they could give her a heart attack, that can work as well.

Olivia groaned from her spot, and Emma climbed into bed. Embracing her with kisses on the head, cheeks and lips.

"I got us some hot beverages and snacks who i reckon would make you happy"

They said with a grin.

Olivia glanced at the side table and groaned again

"Bloody hell, Emma. Its barely 9 am.

When i let you move in with me I didn't think you'll bother me with your freaky old people habit to wake up with the bloody sun."

She did got up tho.

After a few nudges and soft kisses, she pulled herself out of the comfortable bed. They knew each other long enough, and lived together long enough so she'll know that if she wouldn't, her partner will bother her until she do.

"Im taking a shower"

"Your coffee getting cold"

"Shower, Emma!" She said again, irritated, as she emphasize the 'shower' part before slipping into the bathroom.

Emma looked at the kitchen, their eyes glancing at their drink, before they looked back at the direction their partner went to.

The water started to run and they smirked mischievously before slipping trough the door olivia just walked trough, knowing damn well, that when they finish, both beverages will be cold.

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Y/n

Y/n's days were long, and the cold of london wasn't much help.

Every time she started her day, it took her, approximately, 10-30 minutes to actually pull herself out of the covers.

And it Never helped knowing she probably wont get a much needed hot shower as well, since her flatmates always manage to finish it before she wakes up.

Which isn't that late, in her defense.

But since she almost always worked into the night, she barely tend to get as early as them.

She hoped this day will be different, since she hadn't worked the night before and woke up earlier than usual, hoping to squeeze some hours of much needed writing into her schedule.

She felt stuck recently and it drove her mad.

Ever since god decided to send her to this miserable punishment- called her life, she knew she was meant to create.

Like as it was the soul purpose of her on planet earth.

Well that and binge watch every grey's anatomy season that to ever exist.

But, bottom line, she was always a creative person and loved many aspects of it - but at times like this where she felt stuck, it affected almost each of these, so called, aspects and made her feel like a shell of herself.

Which wasn't as fun as one might think.

So far trough the day things were going quite alright.

It was 9 am, so things could definitely go downhill from there, but she tried for once to stick with optimism. Give the girl a break.

She woke up at 7:30 am , which wasn't easy, took her laptop and went to her new favorite coffee place, dressed in a puffy coat, her favorite sweater and her favorite pair of jeans that squeezed the shit out of her (but made her ass look fantastic).

She was still getting used to many things in london.

First; the people- which weren't bad at all but had a pretty intense accent going on. Like its hot , don't ever shut up- but also please slow the fuck down.

Second; The weird cars- i mean come the fuck on- what's up with the wheel and why its on the wrong side of the vehicle.

if that wasn't an obvious- having a car is out of the question for her, both in the practical and financial way. And also she was a pretty terrible driver in the first place so really, it was for the best.

But the worst was the weather, It was January, the start of the year, and she was sure she was on her way to get hypothermia at every given moment.

Her coat was warm, 100% not warm enough.

But it was red (she liked the color a bit too much) and honestly the warmest one she currently had (she gotta change that).

Exactly 2 minutes into her walk she found herself coursing the day she decided to leave the warmth of her apartment

Luckily for her, the coffee shop wasn't too far.

The person in the line in front of her were ordering, if you can call it order. They didn't even have to ask for something - the guy in the register and seemed to already know what they like.

Then it was her turn.

The costumer moved aside and now she could see their face.

Oh shit.

She thought.

You see, y/n lived in london for a while, but not too long and never came across any sort of celebrity (unless the cute dog from TikTok counts as one), and as a major game of thrones (and house of the dragon, don't be annoying) fan she kinda always hoped to come across one or some of its many actors, but never really thought she would, and definitely wasn't ready to meet Emma fucking Darcy in a coffee shop while she was looking like the baby of Santa clause (seriously, she needs a new coat).

"There are so many choices, i feel a bit lost" she admitted nervously when the cashier asked about her order.

She normally thought about things trough, as the awkward person she was- she never liked getting too much attention, but if the attention is Emma Darcy's warm smile- who seemed to be sincere, she definitely don't find herself as bothered as she normally do.

"What do you normally take?" Emma asked her.

Y/n was taken aback, again.

but only momentarily, damned the day she'll let a person- even a famous and a damn beautiful one, make her speechless for more then a rare moments.

"I don't, actually, maybe tea? Its not that cold from where I'm from, and i don't drink coffee, but i think that at this point ill take anything just to keep my hands warm."

She was blabbering and mentally face palmed herself.

Maybe she should've stayed paralyzed and star-truck.

"You should take the green tea then, its basic enough"

Did they just - ?

"Did you just call me Basic?" She challenged with a smile.

She was joking of course.

Truthfully, she was kinda proud at her comeback who was actually challenging and cute and not a bunch of sounds as "uh-ah-um" (could come in different orders as well)

"Oh no! god no"

Emma's eyes widen comically and y/n laughed.

How lovely, she thought.

They were lovely.

"i meant its not too strong and it'll warm you up. It's actually good. My partner likes it on cold days"

They said, trying to explain themselves properly.

Partner uh? Y/n didn't dwell on it long.

Emma wasn't flirting with her, just being polite and nice which was great and welcome.

She grinned, hoping her face didn't show any glimpses of her mind.

"I was just messing with you, i am a bit basic actually."

Emma looks at ease at that. Y/n smiled.

"Also, thats not a cold day to you?"

Oh boy, fuck this place, I'm gonna hibernate in bed till summer. Like a fucking bear.

"Its not that cold, a bit chilly but I've seen worse"

Y/n wanted to die at the spot.

"Oh god, I will get hypothermia in no time then. Damn it"

It wasn't a joke.

And then the realization that she somehow managed to say out loud made her eyes widen again with a sigh.

Fuck. me.

Emma giggled and y/n wondered if they can read her maniac mind or it was about her terrible joke.

Both were equally disturbing.

But either way Y/n liked their laugh, she decided.

Embarrassingly enough, y/n suddenly remembered the cashier who sheepishly smiled at them, probably entertained by the interaction.

"green tea it is, and maybe a brownie, too"

She took the tea advice but then decided to make sure the brownie was a good choice as well.

"The brownies are great" emma said

Y/n nodded with a fake seriousness.

"Good"

The two didn't exchange many words afterwards, Emma got their order a few seconds later, and left with a smile and a warm "have a great day, it was nice meeting you".

But, embarrassedly enough, that all exchange was enough to warm her through the cold morning.

She stayed at the coffee shop with her laptop open for another hour, noticing how busy the place got around 9 am, and made a mental note to come back in different time, so she won't be drowning in hormone filled young adults with a caffeine addiction and 9 am classes.

The rest of the day she spent in her bedroom/studio/office writing some starts of ideas, making her want to pull her hair out in frustration.

Somehow she was still pretty happy with it, and maybe it was because she was actually making a progress in something, it was the first day in two weeks she actually managed to write.

and maybe- just maybe a nice interaction with a cute person had a part in it.

Just maybe.

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Olivia

Olivia wasn't surprised when Emma told her about the girl in the coffee shop.

Most of her exes would've kept this kind of interaction to themselves,

Not because there's something wrong with it, but because of their own stupidity and ignorance- thinking the fact they spoke to a cute girl in a caffe in a barley remarkable way - would've anger her.

It wasn't, she was jealous at times, of course, she was human, but she didn't see a reason to get offended or angry about something as trivial as that.

Especially not with Emma, who proved to be loyal even before their first kiss.

The girl sounded friendly, a bit cheeky maybe, but nothing alarming.

And that's it.

And even if the girl did flirt with her dense partner- god bless their beautiful soul- she didn't asked for their number or anything so she didn't let it bother her more than it should.

Especially since when Emma told her about the interaction wad when the couple was sitting on the couch half naked and bickering about their cold beverages (and hot shower sex).

It wasn't surprising for her that Emma told her about it, they always shared things with her- even the most random stupid and unimportant ones- because that who they were and she loved it so much about them, the purity of them, that sometimes made her want to pull them as close as possible so nobody will try and take that away from them.

So Olivia wasn't bothered by the conversation,

What she did was- was intrigued by the fact her partner told her about it with a small glint in their eyes.

The way they described the stranger would've made any other girl in the world jealous, yet all Olivia wanted to do was kiss their smile and meet the girl that made her partner's morning routine- who was normally a bit stiff and boring to a more casual one.

Luckily for olivia, she got to put a face to the girl her oversharing partner mentioned not more than two days afterwards.

It was 9:00 am (yes Emma, the place is full but we'll be okay) and they walked into the warmth of the place, hoping to find a table to sit and have an actual breakfast because both were craving things they were too lazy to make.

Mare Seconds later, Emma catch the eye of a small girl in the far corner of the room,

She had a laptop open on the table and a warm beverage and muffin next to it.

She looked miserable - at least up till the moment Emma waved at her,

The girl smiled at Emma, then noticed olivia, and sent her a nervous smile as well.

Emma was right.

The girl was really pretty.

Olivia wasn't even intimidated, just impressed, the girl was naturally pretty, even with the small frown she held when she glared down at her computer.

Of course by chance (or not, olivia wasn't sure she believed in these) the whole place was full ("yes Emma you were right we should've come earlier!") so Olivia found herself dragged along with Emma to the far corner of the room and to the table the pretty girl occupied.

Her partner warmly greeted at the girl before politely asking if they could join her table.

She agreed with no hesitation. well aware of the lack of free sits in the room.

Olivia set first, while Emma excused themselves to grab food and coffee for both.

The actress figured out that now its the perfect time to have a small talk with the woman.

"So how you guys know each other?"

She asked with with a kind smile, hiding the fact Emma told her about the whole interaction already.

"Oh we go far back"

Y/n joked before taking a sip from her tea, A content smile on her lips.

Very Pretty.

"We met a few days ago actually, i was a bit lost with the variety of drinks that i don't normally drink and just when i was about to leave- half frozen, they advised me about the green tea" she explained.

Olivia approve of the girl, not for the story itself but about her nonchalantly speaking about her partner in their preferred pronouns without giving it a second thought- as natural as it should be.

"I reckon you liked it, then"

Olivia smiled and gestured to the girl's steamy cup.

"Its nice, warm, and honestly I could never skip for warmth in this cold weather"

"I get it, i drink it too when its gets really cold"

The girl's face lit in some sort of realization, but she didn't say anything.

"It is cold! now! you guys are just so used to live as a walking Popsicles that it doesn't bother you as much as it should"

Olivia laughed full heartedly, Liking the girl's spice and humorous nature.

"You're definitely not a British"

"Nice observation, although, I really thought the thick accent and defrosted attire made it clear"

She joked again.

"Oh yeah, and also the red nose. no wonder, with this coat, i reckon you're two seconds away from catching a cold, you're in need of an upgrade on this one"

Olivia noticed the scarlet shade that appeared on the girl's cheeks. It was so cute and the actress decided that even if she wanted to hate her (which she absolutely didn't) it wasn't an option.

"I see you guys getting along" Emma said as they slide into the chair next to olivia.

They put their hand on olivia's lap, without even noticing, but Olivia noticed y/n smiling softly at them, as if she was silently promising olivia that their secret is safe with her.

"we're besties now- we share some remarkable similarities as green tea. Very important" olivia said when the two girls broke eye contact.

"So important" y/n nodded in agreement.

They shared a glance and started laughing.

Emma looked confused but giggled at their goofiness.

"Are you a college student?" Emma asked when the laugher died down.

They gestured to the laptop who seemed to be forgotten by its owner.

"I am not, actually. Im a writer- i mean, i write.."

She said as she pressed save on whatever she was doing prior to their meeting, and put the device back in her beg.

"That's pretty incredible" Emma clearly meant that, they were smiling and their eyes sparkled with excitement.

Olivia knew how much they loved to see the art some people managed to create by the same 26 letters they used for something as simple as talking.

It was a gift.

"I Always wanted to be a writer"

Olivia said with a smirk

"What's holding you back?"

Y/n seemed genuinely curious.

"Im absolute garbage"

Olivia felt warm inside by the girl's full hearted laugh.

Both partners smiles grew by the sight and Olivia felt at ease with the woman, her being there with them felt pretty natural.

"I'm sure you're not"

"She kinda is" Emma chuckled and felt olivia playfully hitting their shoulder.

"Better stick to acting than" Y/n said and the two looked at her with matching smirks.

The girl smiled knowingly.

"You know who we are" olivia said.

Not a question but a statement.

Emma didn't seem taken aback as well. Probably Suspect that already.

"Yes, I actually do" she said and took another sip. "Im actually pretty nerdy when it comes to tv movies and obviously books, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. Especially since you were so friendly and casual about everything"

The two shared a glance.

"So who's your favorite"

(Seriously, Emma?!)

"Im sorry what?" Y/n asked confused

"Character, i mean"

A smirk appearing on Emma's beautiful features.

Fucking Rhaenyra Targaryen. Olivia thought.

"That's classified information, if i tell you i must kill you." The writer said and looked down at her cup with a small blush that she definitely tried, yet failed, to hide.

"Thats a shame" Emma shrugged

"Its Alicent, isn't it?" Olivia said with a smirk.

Emma's previous smirk was replaced by a cute scowl.

"What- how did you" y/n eyes widen and she laughed

"Wait she's right? But?! How??" Emma seemed offended.

It was even funnier since they spoke at the same time, both pair of eyes focused on her.

Olivia smirk grow as she looked at the girl in front of her knowingly.

"Its easy, she avoided eye contact and seemed very uncomfortable. She's rooting for the Anti hero"

Emma gave her the 'are you bloody serious?' Glare while y/n chuckled.

"Was that a Taylor Swift reference?" she asked amused.

"Maybe accidentally" olivia said

It wasn't purposely but funny enough- she actually knew what song the girl was referring to.

Obviously, she wasn't living under a rock, after all.

But it definitely wasn't something she really thought about- Not like she cared, olivia secretly wanted to quote every song on taylor swift's bloody discography if it mean she'll get to see the girl's satisfied grin again.

"You have no idea how iconic that was"

The - apparently taylor Swift enthusiasts- said.

"You heard that em? I'm iconic" olivia joked.

"Iconicity insufferable, maybe"

Emma shot back.

Y/n laughed.

"Oh my god i just noticed something" Olivia's partner said and started to laugh. "I don't know your name"

"So do i" olivia joined the laughter.

"We're so bad at this" y/n chuckled and jokingly offered her hand for them to shake.

"Y/n y/l/n"

Easy to say this time the three did exchange numbers, and decided to meet again the next morning at the same table- but this time an hour later so they won't have to deal with the loud college students that none of them seemed to like.

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A/N

It seemed like many actually liked the idea- so i decided to give it a try.

Im not sure how regularly it'll be updated but I'm doing my best to write in advance.

Also I'm not British and I don't know as much about English slang and habits- i do my best but if you want to enlighten me, please do.

#emma darcy #olivia cooke #emma darcy x reader #olivia cooke x reader #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #polyamory #emma darcy x reader x olivia cooke

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Crazy wonders (the before and after of life changing events) prologue

Chapters: 1 , 2

Emma D'arcy x Female!Reader x Olivia Cooke (poly)

Let me know if it sounds interesting enough 🤎

Love can make you do the craziest shit. Yes, Emma was well aware of it.

But Emma isn't crazy, they never were,

they were friendly and nice and easygoing enough, but never crazy.

Their life wasn't very crazy as well,

At least before they met Olivia.

Sometimes they thought that it was a bit funny how Olivia was so carefree, the extrovert and lively person she was, while they were more shy and awkward, even anxious at times, because when the two first met they had to pretend to be the complete opposite of who they are.

So, basically, each other.

They become fest friends,

and when Emma and their partner split, they became roommates as well,

And after a while, them - Emma and Olivia- turned into more,

Not just a friendship, but a partnership,

Crazy yet stable enough.

Emma was happy, and it drove them crazy.

Because Olivia was good and kind and they loved her

but sometimes they wish they never met her,

Because something was missing and they couldn't put their finger on what.

And they wondered if they were this happy and confused before they met Olivia.

Olivia on the other end?

She had always been something of a wonderer. Yes, she loved to experience and live and try.

So no wonder she found herself lying awake next to a sleeping Emma, thinking.

She never really gave her sexuality too much thought, she just loved, and that was enough for her.

Before she met Emma, she wasn't against settling down, of course, but only when she'll know that she found the perfect person for her.

Before she met Emma,

She sometimes wondered who will this person be,

will they be a stranger or a friend,

if they will love to hike or stay in the comfort of bed,

Who their favorite artist will be

If they will like dogs or cats or both or none,

And at some point if they'll care for her status, and even - if they'll even knew who she was in the first place.

but when Emma and olivia met it became less of a wonder and more of a statement.

She knew who this person is,

yet sometimes she felt like something was missing, another piece of a puzzle,

and she found herself wondering all over again. Was this puzzle piece supposed to be missing? She knew that feeling, from before, and it was a bit unsettling to have it now, because last time she wondered about it- it was before she met emma

All her life y/n craved for something

Anything really

She felt trapped

In her hometown, and country, and at some point when she left both, In her own mind.

She knew who she was,

A young woman, who craved to live her life freely and settled down in her own terms and not become someone told her to.

And that's how she found herself in London in the first place, as the none British person she is,

It was challenging enough.

The accent was beautiful but people spoke fast and she could barely keep up with them.

Trying not to stare at their lips and hoping it will help her understand without making them feel uncomfortable.

Some even thought she was aiming to kiss them, god help her, she didn't .

The streets were beautiful- but she got lost more often then not.

The weather was horrible,

She didn't know how they could handle the cold like it was just a chill, while she, who lived in a warm place all her life, felt like she was about to freeze to death.

Her job sucked,

She was an artist and a writer and had no idea how she found herself as a waitress in a nasty pub, full with drunk fools who tend to argue over different sport games that no one actually played.

And her flat sucked even more.

Her roommates were horrible and she hated sharing a living space with them, mostly because they couldn't clean to save their lives, and even when someone did that for them, they couldn't even bring themselves to keep it clean for more then a day.

But she didn't care,

I mean, she did care, but she didn't let it bring her down.

she chose this life,

She chose to chase her dreams, because she preferred to be called crazy for doing that , instead of rotting away and wonder who she was supposed to be in the world.

And that was all she could say about the adult independent life she had before she met Emma and Olivia.

#emma darcy #olivia cooke #polyamory #Alicent Hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower x rhaenyra targaryen #Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader

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Alicent hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warning: none

It's basically a modern day story and idk i kinda went along with whatever the fuck was that

Its a bit messy and I didn't really rewrite it so it's probably full with mistake's because unfortunately I'm not english native. But finger crossed

(They kinda looks like that but obviously Rhaenyra's hair is platinum blonde)

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"Your father knowledge of history is very impressive"

Alicent said as she scanned the ink on the pages.

The two girls sat on the couch in the Targaryen's living room, with big heavy books on their laps and a few others books along side notes and textbooks scattered around them.

Saying that both were restless would've been an understatement.

Although alicent loved history, she was anxious about their final test, history.

Rhaenyra was restless just because that who she was, staying still was not one of her strong qualities.

The blonde laughed as her eyes scanned one of the closed book next to her fit, her own father's name printed on the side of it.

The books were pretty impressive, in viserys defense, Each book with the historical detail of each war and royal that ever lived, all printed together.

As the history man he was, he released a few of these along the years and somehow, like the gods had their own sense of humor, she ended up using them in class, all her classmates did.

at least she had the advantage of asking her father questions about it tho.

"Good to hear you think that, because we do have to remember basically everything he written about to our finals. or you somehow forgotten?" The blonde laughed and Alicent sigh.

"How could I forget" she said with her own laugh. The two shared a sweet smile before they returned to their notes.

music was playing from the kitchen, and rhaenyra hummed along.

(Rhaenyra's voice was lovely, alicent thought.)

Saying that Alicent was jealous of her friend will be an over exaggeration of things, but she did found herself longing for one thing her friend was blessed with

A functioning and loving family.

The Targaryen house was never truly quiet, she came to notice with times, it was either music from somewhere in the house, or video games from one of the boys's rooms, It could be yelling or laughing or crying, it was raw and lively and she wished for it for herself as well.

Luckily for her, Rhaenyra and her family took her in, basically, the moment they understood she was pretty much alone.

Her own father was absent for the most part, while rhaenyra's was very much present, and warm and he never failed showing alicent kindness like she was a part of his family too.

Aemma, rhaenyra mother was a nice woman, with kind heart, and a warm smile.

She had her own bakery, one that sold the most heavenly pastries in the city, and she always made sure alicent had eaten and had a good night sleep.

Alicent own mother died when alicent was 14, and a few weeks later, she and her father moved from oldtown to westroes, where she met the rebellious blonde that now sat opposite her.

Although, the Targaryen siblings were a whole other level off unfamiliarity for her.

While she only had one brother, who was in the army, and she barely saw, rhaenyra was the second oldest, out of six, the house was never truly quite.

Dany was the oldest, 21 at the time, while rhaenyra was getting closer to 19, then was aegon, at the age of 17, helaena who recently turned 15, aemond 14 and daeron who was 3.

Alicent's restless thoughts were cut off by a warm voice calling her name.

"Alicent I assume you're staying for dinner?" Viserys asked with a warm smile from the entrance of the living room.

The brunette smiled back "id love to"

He nodded as it was obvious for him and looked at his own daughter, that was glaring at the book in her lap, alicent noticed it was the page that explained the death of queen rhaenyra.

"I still dont get why you called me after this queen" she huffed and viserys smiled at his annoyed daughter and sat on the armchair near them before taking the book and reading the paragraph who made her upset.

The blonde girl was pouting and alicent heart skipped a beat.

"The queen was brave, and strong and fierce. the realm delight, they called her" he explained

Rhaenyra's eyes trained on him, a frown on her lips.

"I wouldn't say I'm such a delight" she huffed and alicent giggled

"Couldn't agree more" she said and rhaenyra glared at her.

"Rude" the blonde shoved her softly.

Viserys looked at the two with amusement like if he knew something the two didn't know.

"I think im just a bit annoyed she was all of that but yet she ended up dying horribly, and it was basically because she was a woman, how is that fair"

alicent eyes scanned her friend features with her own curiosity. Rhaenyra was genuinely upset, and Alicent thought the wrinkle in her nose was cute.

The way she saw that, Rhaenyra was stubborn and fierce, and brave and strong just like the queen, and if the stories were true, she was as beautiful as her as well

"Its not, but it didn't change who she was, she was all of that, yet she was still a woman in a time that for many it was a bizarre idea to see a woman on the iron throne" he said back before looking down at the book.

"Why you wining again? Just be greatfull he didn't name you after a crazy queen" daenerys said from behind the girls.

Alicent jumped in surprise and rhaenyra laughed at her reaction before looking back at her older sister with a glare.

"Queen daenerys was-" the man started to say but got cut off by his oldest

"a woman that lost too much" she finished.

He nodded, and alicent thought about it for a second before speaking up.

"She was incredibly powerful and caring, and she freed many people from slavery, if I remember correctly, she was a good woman"

"She was" viserys said

"But then she burned thousands of innocents, so it kinda set the scale" rhaenyra said.

"Yeah, i guess it kinda does" alicent said as she put her own book down

"But its a lesson for us" viserys said and caught their attention

"Even the best people aren't immune to tragedy and trauma, they might even be less immune then the wicked"

"Point taken" dany said

"be bad or go mad" rhaenyra summed up and the man sighed.

"Or drop dead" dany finished and the sisters high faved.

"Dear gods" alicent said with an amused smile.

"That was lovely, anyways. not to be a buzz killer but the reason im here is because Mom sent me to get you, food's ready"

Dany finally said, pushing any more of the dreadful subject away

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"You can stay the night if you want, my parents wont mind"

Rhaenyra said when she walked Alicent to the door.

"i know, and i appreciate it, but I can't. Dad's coming home tomorrow so i need to make sure the house looks alright, plus you're murmuring in your sleep its a bit distracting" she jokingly said

"First: your dad's an ass for leaving you alone all of the time, and second, rude!"

The blonde said and Alicent wanted to agree, because he kinda was, especially towards Rhaenyra who was nothing but wonderful to her.

"Don't be mean"

"Im not, i just hate to see you like this, you deserve more" the short girl admitted.

"I know, but its not forever" alicent smiled sadly.

Soon they'll be out of school, and do whatever they want.

The two girl got accepted to various universities but decided to take a gap year to travel, and they couldn't wait to do that, just them, traveling without anyone else, traveling the world and eating only cake.

The two stood in the balcony, the moon light reflected on Alicent's face, and Rhaenyra couldn't stop but appreciate the curves of her lips or the sparkling of her eyes, and moment later, the way she tried to stop herself from shivering.

Although they were gettin close to the summer, some evenings were still a bit cold, and all alicent wore was a pair of jeans and a t shirt, not warming enough for that evening.

rhaenyra frowned and took her jacket off in seconds before pulling it over the tall girl's shoulder.

"How cheesy of you, have you learned that from your uncle? Is that how you pick on girls?" Alicent joked, but her cheeks warmed up and she kinda hoped Rhaenyra wouldn't notice (she did, she noticed everything about Alicent)

"Maybe, did it work?" Rhaenyra smirked and alicent laughed before she hugged her tightly.

"Goodnight Rhaenyra, and thank you"

"Let me know you're home safe"

"I will!"

And then she was gone, and Rhaenyra was standing on the balcony with only a t-shirt.

She stood there until the door was open and Aegean stood there with a knowing smirk "ask her out already, will you?"

"Shut up"

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Recommend af to all leatin lovers 🤍

ONE OF MY FAVORITE AO3 WRITERS WROTE A LEATIN FIC, WE MOVE

#leatin #the wilds #leah rilke #fatin jadmani #leah x fatin

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Wrote something , Let me know if yall like!

DOVE CAMERON X FEM! READER

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Dove was known in many ways to the world, and one of them was as the girl to date her co-stars, first was ryan, tall and handsome, with a face of an angel and a personality of a brat.

The second was Thomas, a golden boy with a smile so bright it lit a room by the seconds, their breakup was tough on dove, to admit, but she released not long after, that it was indeed, the right decision for both.

when dove and Thomas broke up, she decided that she wont date a co-star again, no mattar how cute, good looking, charming or hot, this co-star might be.

But the moment she walked into the first reading of the script of 'the last of us' , the new show she took a part in- she knew she was screwed.

The main characters of the story were 6 teenagers/young adults, gifted with special powers, who grew up in a camp designed for people like them. trough time went on people started slowly vanishing until a surprise invasion and the six had to come together to save their lives as they realize the horrors behind the vanishing of their friends.

Dove character was a golden hearted, lovely and cute "Camille": the healer, who also happened to have a close relationship with a hot headed, protective and very attractive "Elle"; who also happened to be able to produce fire from her fingertips when needed.

Elle was portrayed by y/n, and the first thing dove could think about as they set next to each other in the first reading was "fuck me".

The other girl was fit and beautiful, with arms full of tattoos and a few freckles scattered around her nose.

She was feminine indeed, with her long silky hair and delicate face structure, but everything about her gave dove "boyfriend energy", and she gulped at the thought.

She smiled at dove softly and dove smiled back.

"Cant say i have complains about my co-star" she said with a goofy grin "big fan" she offered her hand for dove to shake.

Dove shook her hand.

It was soft and dove wondered how it felt to have this hand on resting her cheek while kissing, or playing with her hair, or sending waves of pleasure as she- okay, back to the subject,

Dove smiled at her co star

"Wish I could say the same, how come i never met you, I'm sure I would've remembered a face pretty as yours" she flirted with a small smirk

The girl laughed

"Im y/n" she answered

"Im portraying Elle, the- and I'm quoting- unbelievably hot, tough, fire girl, with a heart of gold"

Dove laughed at her statement and y/n laughed as well as she shook her head.

"Okay, prince zuko"

The two chatted for a while as the room started to fill in with the rest of the main cast members and some other crew members, as the director and screen writer.

When the reading started and the part where Elle and Camille had their first verbal interaction, every person around the table could see the chemistry between the two.

Camille and Elle are going to be a hit, that was for sure.

When the reading ended and y/n escorted dove to her car, dove was coursing herself for two reasons;

The first, because she knew she was going to break the pact she made between her heart and her head.

Don't date co-stars, no matter how cute, good looking, charming or hot, this co-star might be.

And the second was because she knew she'd prefer prince zuko over prince charming, every day.

She couldn't wait for filming to start.

*** the last of us is a jerrie, camren and ziam fan-fiction written by @ for_legit (Wattpad)

in this story the last of us is basically a book turned into a show.

I made some changes, from a gender swap to names, and some skin color / sexuality/ race bc its a show and representation is important- For the real and full story, you should check it out on wattpad ***

#boyfriend #dove cameron #fic writing #dove cameron x reader #the last of us

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BITE - Dove Cameron x Female! Reader

Masterlist • Chapter 1

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Chapter 2:

All tiredness leftovers vanished from her body as y/n moved quickly to her desk to dial her friend, ready to yell at the girl for her stupid prank but after a few fail attempts to reach the girl she switched plane and decided to call campus security.

The phone call seemed to go as terrible as it can get and after 2 minutes of conversation y/n found herself arguing with the woman at the end of the line

"what I’m saying is there was a card, but it is wrong. There is no way that she decided to drop out and go home at 2 AM on a Friday night with none of her stuff.

And even if she did, there is no way in hell she left me with this “official” notecard.

Its multiple choice! "

She argued,

"Not to mention that I found it next to a smelly liquid the next day. So, what I’m gonna need from you, since no one else seems to care that a girl is missing is to talk to the dean of students, okay?-"

The woman on the other end of the line seemed to be unbothered by y/n and before the young student could continue her valid argument it got cut by a repeating beep who Indicates that the line was dead.

"Its like, the third time." She huffed before switching to the message app, hoping to notice a unnoticed text from her friend with some irresponsible excuse for her behavior, when that didn't happened the young journalist tried to dial campus security for the forth time, but this time the line went dead before picked up the phone

When she looked up from her phone, annoyed and worried, she noticed the red dot next to her computer's camera lens, and she chuckled.

'Have this been on this whole night?' She thought before an idea popped in her head.

She rushed to her computer and fixed her hair in attempt to make herself look less hungover and more presentable

"Well it seems like the university doesn’t wanna help find Betty and I’ve got three weeks of a journalism class and I’ve seen all of Veronica Mars, might as well i try and find her myself." She spoke to no one in particular.

After a few hours of y/n texting people and trying to get some answers and clues that might lead her somewhere, she looked at the rolling camera again

"This is insane."

She started with a low voice, hoping to come of as a confident young journalist in a mission and not as the scared confused 20-something kid she was.

"There were hundreds of kids at that mixer and nobody saw anything.

our floor don, Perry said she may have seen her dancing across the quad, but things just got foggy after the alchemy guys released, you know, the fog... so that was a dead end.. or even the Zeta Omega Morons, Or, at this point anybody really.

She was with me, but i don't know.. i just lost a track of her at some point.. i honestly barely remember something from last night, in general..-"

Y/n words died at her throat as she heard her bedroom door being burst open. She turned around startled, and her eyes landed on a dark haired girl with black lither pants and bored expression.

"Um. Excuse me, but who the hell are you and why are you in my room?" She asked and glared at the girl

"Name's Dove. I’m your new roommate, sweetheart." The dark haired girl said and moved past a very confused y/n.

#dove cameron #boyfriend #carmilla karnstein #laura hollis #fic writing #fiction

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bestofmultiverse · 2 years

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Hands - Selena Gomez

Choose what you want to see next

Taylor Swift x fem!Reader

Selena Gomez x fem!Reader

Next chapter of Ghost of you (scarletwidow)

Yelena Belova x fem!Reader

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HANDS

Selena Gomez x reader

Honestly, i have no idea what it is. But her it is.

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Y/n favorite thing about selena was her hands.

And as funny or sexually it might sound, it was the truth.

Apart from the fact Selena's hands were always so warm and soft, Y/n loved it when the brunette would softly brush them alongside her cheek or arms for comfort, or play with her hair.

She loved to be tickled by her girlfriend and her skillful hands, although she wouldn't admit it if the other girl ask.

y/n loved having her girlfriend's hands all over her, as they traveled alongside her body or when they were holding onto her in a protective manner as the two cuddled or slept.

She loved them even when selena had to use them in ways she wished she wouldn't had to.

Like wiping away her girlfriend's tears as they were saying their goodbyes before selena had to leave on tour, or when selena let her girlfriend play with her fingers to keep her calm.

She loved it when selena would use them in a more private ways, to make y/n sight and murmur her girlfriend's name as prayer.

She loved when they pull onto her collar or cup her chin when they kissed.

Y/n loved holding them in her own, for warmth and comfort as they traveled trough the streets, or when her hands would find their way into her back pockets or the loops of her jeans as they shared sweet kisses in public

Y/n loved her girlfriend's hands, even when they were bruised after she found herself pushing a paparazzi that got way to close to them and made her girlfriend uncomfortable.

She loved selena's hands when her fingernails were painted or clean, just like she loved her face, with or without a layers of makeup.

She loved selena's hands when they held onto a pen and created beautiful and curvy words on paper, it could be either a song or a shopping list, it wouldn't mattar.

She loved her hands as she played the guitar, and her fingers will travel on the strings and create a beautiful melody, or when she used them to make food, she could either chop a vegetable or open a box of mac and cheese and y/n will be hooked with the way they would skillfully move.

Y/n loved Selena's hands, she even loved them when her, now Ex, used them to put her bags in the car, or held into the steering will as she drove away.

Y/n loved selena, even when her hands weren't her's to hold onto anymore.

#selena gomez #selena gomez x reader #alex russo

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Isn't she a cutie? Gonna put her on my writing list so if u got requests send away !

Karen Gillan in Jumanji: The Next Level (2019)

#karen gillan #ruby roundhouse #jumanji: the next level #userrobin

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bestofmultiverse · 3 years

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Choose what you want to see next

Taylor Swift x fem!Reader

Selena Gomez x fem!Reader

Next chapter of Ghost of you (scarletwidow)

Yelena Belova x fem!Reader

#taylor swift #selena gomez #yelena belova #scarletwidow #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #yelena belova x reader #taylor swift x fem!Reader #taylor swift x reader #selena gomez x fem!Reader #selena gomez x reader #marvel

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The Silver Eidolon

Natasha Romanoff x original female character

Warnings: none

Part 1/?

Note: Okay for starts, i obviously owns non of the characters except for one (raven), and i obv knows its not really accurate, since i dont know when exactly mcu natasha joined shileld etc, so thats too.

I really hope you’ll like it, as you all know i am a scarletwidow shipper BUT i had this idea for a while now and I thought giving it chance wont hurt. Let me know what you think !

Part 1: The Silver Eidolon

2010

Natasha wasn’t sure how she ended up in an abandoned town in the middle of a nowhere looking for god know’s what that fury sent her to get. least the assassin was alone, as much as she liked her partner she needed some space and both agreed to split and go look into different sides of the abandoned town so they could clear more area.

it wasn’t a long time since she changed a path, left the kgb and joined shield and somehow found herself in this mission with the guy who originally recruited her into s.h.i.e.l.d, a smartass with a bow and arrows.

The red head assassin wasn’t really sure what to expect but she was ready to face almost anything, from serial killers to a science project that went wrong. At least that what she was trained to do.

“Hey stranger”

Natasha heard, the assassin was ready to attack yet didn’t, instead she stared back at a girl with the grey eyes and a contagious smirk.

The girl was beautiful, her skin was pale, like she wasn’t exposed to sun in a while, and her hair silverd, with matching stormy eyes. The top of her long hair was stuck under big goggles and a dark brown pilots leather jacket covered a black t-shirt.

Two riffles and a sword were fixed on her upper back and a smaller gun on her hip.

The girl’s legs were tangled from the top of the roof while a playful smirk played on her lips.

Natasha eyed the girl in front of her,

Her gun already aimed, finding the girl as an easy target.

Even with a gun aimed to her head the girl still hasn’t dropped the annoying smirk and Natasha was ready to pull the goddamn trigger.

“At least we know that Im not invisible. It happens sometimes” she said like its a normal thing to experience before she stood up, dusted her black pants and fixed the goggles on her head.

The assassin looked at her with raised eyebrow. That kid was weird.

“Oh, i can see you”

Natasha chose to adress the girl’s statement. The stranger laughed, a pure laugh that made Natasha hide a small smile behind her well known poker face.

“In that case you’re just being rude i guess” the girl stated

“you could’ve at least say ‘hey’ back” she said and dropped her smirk, a cute pout replace it.

The agent stood a few feet from the building, eyeing the stranger that seemed like a mix between a pilot, a goth and apparently, a comedian- or maybe a maniac, natasha wasn’t sure.

“Who do you work for?” Natasha ignored the girl’s comment.

“Who do i work for?” The girl repeated the question.

“I don’t think I’m supposed to answer that” she said and smirked again,

the girl jumped from the roof and moments later stood a few matters away from natasha.

“Im raven” the weird pilot said

“What are you doing here, raven?” Natasha said, Her gun still aimed at the stranger.

“I was sent to keep an eye on you”

she sounded bored

“Why?”

Natasha was starting to get tired of the girl, she was starting to get on her nerves.

“I dont know why”

Natasha was done with this girl.

“By who?”

She repeated her original question.

“Men” the girl simply said

The assassin narrowed her eyes

“Are you going to tell me who his men are?” Natasha asked, her voice dangerously low

“So many questions and you didn’t even introduce yourself” the girl complained

“If you want to know so many things about me itll better involve a glass of whine, I prefer red” she cheekily said, Natasha raised her eyebrow at the girl, a bit amused by her yet prepared to attack if needed to.

“Anyway, you- and your friend- should go now” the girl casually said

“They knows you’re here and you’re about to be surrounded by many soldiers and if im not wrong, and im not, no mattar how talented you are you’re not prepared for it” she finished.

Natasha was about to say something to the girl but got cut off by the alarm which only confirmed what raven said.

“We need to go, now” she said into her earpiece

“Yeah, i think we’ve got company” clint said back, sounded breathless.

“Go on, leave. and don’t miss me too much, i bet we’ll meet again” the girl assured natasha with a smirk and Natasha glared.

“Wouldn’t count on it”

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2025

Waking up with a big headache didn’t feel like a new experience for raven,

When she woke up in the hospital bed connected to different tubes she was mostly confused.

How she got there and who the hell put her there.

The last thing she remembered was a shock and the cold, maybe ice? But that was it.

She had a feeling it wasn’t the first time she was in this situation yet she had no idea how she got there and why.

If she was being totally honest she didn’t remember much.

“You’re up” she heard and looked up to meet warm brown eyes.

The man sat next to her, half of his long hair was pulled back into a small bun while the other part rested on this shoulders.

He was a handsome looking man and he seemed rather concerned with the grey haired girl.

Raven felt like she’s supposed to know who this guy is, yet no mattar how hard she tried she couldn’t.

“Where am i?”

She asked, her voice was sore.

The man smiled sadly at her

“A safe place”

He reassured her, he seemed sincere.

“What was the last thing you remember?”

He asked and she looked away from him

“Not much” she admitted

He nodded, he didn’t push the subject any further and raven was grateful for that.

“Do you remember your name?”

“Im raven, i think”

She said and he smiled

“Hey raven, im bucky”

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