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wandasfifthwife · 1 month

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nightmares ✩‧₊˚

— hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

your lack of sleep comes to play when you snap at wanda and end up sleeping on her couch. wanda comes face-to-face with the issue when you come into her room late at night, crying from a nightmare

tw: HEAVY TOPICS, mentions that r’s mother was physically&mentally abusive, nightmare has a SLIGHT description, angst w/ happy ending, hurt/comfort, argument (w&r), nightmare, love confessions, r thinks they’re going to breakup, fluffy ending, NOT PROOFREAD

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It can be difficult to separate a dream from reality. Once you’ve reached the stage, it becomes real until something triggers you that it’s only a dream. Some have been weird, others wonderful—times when it’s sexual and you’re waking up, begging Wands for release—but there’s moments when they’re terrifying. You’ve not told her about those, deciding to keep it a secret in fear Wanda may see you negatively. So far you’ve done well, keeping your distance from her—running out from the room when you felt it was too intense, knowing so when the tears would cloud your vision.

As far as you know, she’s been unaware. Her body would lay still when you’d shuffle from the bed, removing yourself from her side and into the cold air of her apartment. She stayed in the same position when you came back most times, chest pushing up and down from her heavy breathing. You’re thankful at times for her deep sleeping tendencies. After about a month of hiding your nightmares you’ve come to realize it takes a lot for Wanda to wake up from her sleep.

One particular night, for reasons you don’t understand, you had a nightmare about your mother. It had felt real, the dream blending with reality and feeling like a memory you should’ve had. You had woken up with a start, instant sobs chasing out of you and filling your room. Your phone laid nearby, Wanda’s contact available, but instead you still decided it were better to phone another friend instead of her. Your mother found your dreams annoying and you feel stupid going to your brother and his wife to cry about a nightmare at your age.

The feeling from that particular nightmare stuck with you, scaring you from falling asleep. Since then you’ve been staying awake as long as possible, fearing falling asleep would bring back the pain it had caused. The effect of not sleeping due to the string of nightmares has now affected your everything. Your attitude, reaction—time, and energy has all depleted, everything has fallen out the window.

Worst is, Wanda had noticed. Shes grown worried, reaching out and asking what was wrong if you’d like to talk to her. You turned her down each time, relaying it to stress at work. And each time you turned her down you felt your heart cry, desperate for her possible comfort. All you really want to happen is to hear her to validate your feelings, arms wrapped around you—but instead you have it all boiling under the surface like a volcano ready to erupt.

She had offered for you to stay over at her place tonight. You hesitated, nervous she may come to realize your sleep-deprivation, but you eventually gave in.

“I have a game I’d like to watch later tonight. Marissa’s on the team, remember her?”

“Yeah, Carmen’s wife?”

She nods, closing the front door behind her, making sure to lock it, “yeah, she plays too. I’d like to see how good she is. See if she’s better than me.”

Normally you would laugh and push her over when she’d spill her cheesy jokes, but all you could offer was half a smile. You watch as her face fell slightly, faltering from her confident look.

She brushes it off, “I have leftovers in the fridge if you’d like some.”

“Oh no, that’s okay. I ate earlier.”

A lie.

“Well it’s there if you’d like any.”

She pushes past, heading towards her room to scroll through the options until she found the one that shows hockey games, specially the one she was hoping to play. It went silent after you both got in her bed, bodies lying by each other. You felt her attention slipping off the game, eyes flickering between the screen and your ever growing eyebags.

“Hey,” she says, tone soft, “have you been sleeping well?”

“I have long shifts at work, but I still get sleep—”

“Don’t mean to pry, but baby you’ve been seeming a bit off—maybe that job isn’t very good for you.”

“Sure.”

“I don’t mean to upset you, I’m just worried,” she states, voice softer if possible.

“I’m fine, Wanda.”

Your tone and the use of her name snaps something in her. She’s leaning onto her elbow, focused on you entirely—a contrast from her quick glances.

“Okay. What actually has been going on? It’s been like what—two weeks of this? If this is all from your job I really hope you quit it soon.”

You scoff, “so I have to quit my job because I, ‘don’t get enough sleep,’ but you can keep yours after breaking multiple bones? Sure, makes so much sense.”

“Injuries heal, but not getting enough sleep or anything will completely destroy you. Have you ever looked at yourself lately? You’re a shell of what you were.”

“It’s just a busy season,” you lie further, “it’s not forever, ease off.”

“I really don’t like where this is going, I’m only trying to help you.”

“Help me? No you’re not? You’re just trying to control me. Please, I’m fine.”

“I’m not trying to control you,” her volume raises, “do you really think I’d do something like that? You’ve been wondering around like a zombie long enough—sorry for being a good girlfriend and wanting to ask if you’re alright.”

“A good girlfriend wouldn’t pester after they’ve been told that their partner is fine like fifty fucking times. So you’re actually just a terrible girlfriend.”

You feel like you’ve been dragged under freezing water after seeing the change in her expression—Hurt flashing behind her eyes for a second before they harden.

You feel your heart beat quicken when you realize she’s shut herself off from the conversation. The hurt blends into anger seeing her look straight ahead, acting like you’re not there. She’s obvious to the storm forming within you, not realizing that by avoiding you she’s making it worse. You did ask her to leave you alone, but by staying silent you fear she doesn’t want to fight for you anymore—you fear she’s giving up.

“Then leave for all I care.”

And you do, climbing off her bed and slamming her bedroom door behind you. You fight against the tears, feeling frustrated when a few fall. You had plans to leave, drive back to your own place until you looked the time. It’s too dangerous to leave, walking alone in any parking lot at this time would be terrifying.

You’re left to open her sliding door closet in the hallway, grabbing a few blankets to make a makeshift bed on her couch. The entire time you’re stuck wiping at your face, missing a few as you’ve realized the couch pillows have a few dark spots. It’s entirely uncomfortable compared to her bed, mainly because you’re missing her. Greatly.

You never argue. They’re uncommon, and most times you’re both good at communicating after taking a break. Now you’re scrambling to remember every word spoken, fearing the worst. You’re crying harder when you think she’s breaking up with you, that when you leave in the morning you may never return. She did tell you to leave, right? Did she mean leave for the night or forever?

You bawl until you feel that it’s all you have in you. The growing killer of a headache brings you to a tired state, begging you to sleep. It’s maybe an hour later, judging by how the tv sounds have been shut off. You fell asleep to the sounds of her shuffling around, turning a light off or shutting a drawer.

It seems to be a day of fears because that night you had another nightmare of your mother. Instead of you being on the hospital bed, it was Wanda. You had just been let in to see her after her injury, the room was empty beside her and your mother. Instead of you being tossed and hit by your mother, it was Wanda.

You could barely process what was happening before your eyes were snapping open. One deep heave later and you’re ugly crying, hands gripping the blankets closer to you, pressing them into your eyes. It’s not real, you try to remind yourself that, but it’s not working. Any time you closed your eyes the imagines would flash again, bringing forth the rush of emotions each time.

You have no one to seek for comfort. Your friends and brother have heard enough, and you’ve just got into a fight with Wanda—why would she care? If she found out about your nightmares she may use it against you, hurtle the insult you had just used against her only a few hours ago.

All that being said you still found yourself in front of her door, opening and letting yourself in. You stand by the bed, sniffling and calling out her name. It often comes out like a whine, voice cracking at the end.

“Wanda please, wake up,” you wailed, pulling her arm towards you.

She finally stirs, “yes?”

You can’t speak all of a sudden. Nothing but deep shaky breaths escaping you. She’s silent, but obviously awake from the sheets moving around. The sound comforts your first concern about her and if she was still here.

“I’m so sorry,” you get out, breathy and in a rush.

“Shh. Here—climb in.”

You slot yourself under the sheets, shaking once you feel her hold you close.

“I’m—sorry, I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I love you so much. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, if you leave—”

She already felt her heart ache when she woke up to your wobbly voice, but hearing these kinds of cries from you makes her heart break into pieces. The cry you had let out brings tears to her own eyes.

“I’m not leaving you.”

You’re gripping at the back of her shirt, almost choking her from the way you’re pulling down on it.

“I called you a terrible girlfriend,” you fight back tears to get your sentence out, “I’m a terrible girlfriend. All you were trying to do was help—and you still are.”

“I help you because I love you.”

She places a kiss to your head, pressing another to your cheek and feeling the wetness there.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve already apologized and I’ve already forgiven you.”

“No, I mean I’m sorry for not communicating openly about something for a while. I feared to tell you because I didn’t want you to judge me or think I’m a burden,” you sniffle, “sounds stupid, but I have nightmares, specially ones about my mother.”

She tenses at the mention, but stays quiet.

“I think maybe going to sleep with high emotions triggered it. But I’ve never had one with you until tonight. It scared me.”

“How long?”

“Month and a half, I think.”

“Why did you not tell me?”

“Was scared you’d reject me.”

She laughs humorouslessly, “why?”

“Don’t know, guess I got nervous you’d think I was annoying. Scared me even more when you told me to leave, I thought—“

“I shouldn’t have said something vague like that. I’m sorry too, I wish I could take it back—especially seeing how it’s affected you.”

You fall into a comfortable silence. Her hand draws circles on your back, calming you with each touch. It’s everything you’ve been needing. Her breath hitting your head, hands touching you, and her scent wrapped around you.

“I love you,” she rasps, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“Love you too.”

“From now on if you have a nightmare, wake me up so I can be here for you. I want to care for you, let me care for you. You’re not a burden for showing your emotions, don’t hide them.”

You hum, “best girlfriend anyone could ask for,” and she laughs shortly.

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blkgirl-writing · 8 months

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So. Technically... the Revivify spell only works for one minute after death.

Begging for a piece where Gale sees Tav go down in combat, everyone is fighting for their lives, meanwhile he's across the battlefield, fighting his hardest to get closer and feeling the minute they have to revive Tav slipping away...

Gale x Fem!reader

"Cold to the touch"

I have never finished a request so fast I'll be honest. This is so heartbreaking but absolutely amazing.

Tags and TWs: angst, a bit funny, some detailed graphic violence and blood, Gale in denial lowkey.

Sometimes the fights you picked should have been fights evaded

"Gale, go!" you screeched, seconds before the killing blow you your chest, blood rapidly pooling around your feet, too much blood, you whispered as you looked down with blurring vision, clutching at your skin, trying to stop the bleeding, even for a second. The last bit of your strength used to look back up at gale, and smile. your body thudded to the ground, completely and utterly lifeless.

Gale blinked. The wind knocked out of him like he was hit with a battering ram. He fractically looked around, who was close? no one. Astarion was high on the rooftop, Wyll and Karlach surrounded with no way out, everyone on the brink of death themselves. Lae'zel the furthest and least likely to help. That just left-

"Shadowheart? Shadowheart, HEAL HER!"

"I'm fresh out of spells-" Shadowheart yelled, looking back at your limp body. "I think...She's past anything I can do right now, anyway."

Gale's gaze went down to his own hands, the revive in his pocket, how many things were around him, and how much strength he really did have. Your body was getting cold, soul leaving body, time was of the essence.

"damn it" he whispered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on making sure he wouldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. If the thoughts of your beautiful life absent from the rest of his miserable one crept up, he'd be paralyzed, he simply could not dwell on the bleak future. "ok"

Gale forced himself forward, nearly slipping immediately and cursing himself. Running. if he wasn't out of all the magic he could muster he could simply misty step. Instead he was forced to make his way little by little while watching the last of life slip from you as the reality set in. He couldn't get to you in time. He needed to save himself and the others if there was any hope of even bringing your corpse to have a proper burial. He had to topple goblins and just stare feet away from you as your magic slipped permanently away from this world. Helpless, and tearful.

He wanted to cover you up. Clothes ripped open from your wounds, he didn't want you to feel exposed. Though, he knew you weren't feeling anything at all. But he had nothing. Once again failing himself and you when he felt you most needed it.

"There....there has to be something we can do" he held your freezing and damp hand in his own warm ones. Enemies blood pooled with your own,. the fight was won, but it truly felt wrong to say those words. He had been brushing your hair out of your eyes while the others gathered around. They'd been the furthest, so Gale had gotten precious moments alone. Muttering sentances he didn't finish. About how he had failed you. About what could have been. Maybe an I love you had fallen from his lips, but it didn't matter anymore, not if he could never hear the words he so wanted to hear back from you, from your own sweet voice.

"I don't know, I....I'm so sorry, Gale." Shadowheart softly touched gales back for a moment of comfort and caring that was so rare for her. that's how he knew it was real. "I know you cared."

I know you cared. He didn't know why those words were his breaking point, but he suddenly felt water dripping down his face. Silent tears rushing down his race. "I truly did."

"We will find a way, Gale. Have hope." Wyll crouched beside Gale on the ground. "I don't think we can do this without her."

"I'll bring her back. Somehow." Gale nodded, finally tearing his gaze away from you. Everyone stood around your corpse. Everyone with the same, grim look. Though, Wyll just looked...sad, sadness for Gales pain, and for the senseless loss of another.

Gale had to get you back to get you comfortable in camp. You couldn't stay here. Not for animals to ravage.

"I'll get her to camp for you, Gale. Don't ware yourself out" Karlach effortlessly hoisted your body over her shoulder. Gale gathered the items that dropped from your pockets on the ground, covered in grime and blood. But he simply wiped it away. He didn't want you to have to clean it off later. He'd worry about the red stains on his fingers and blotches on his clothes later. He just had to worry about getting you back, and never losing you again.

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bonny-kookoo · 10 months

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Jungkook

𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 | Leave Me

He's still wary of you, and you don't really mind it one bit- you know where he's coming from, considering his species. And hey- at least he chose a relatively neutral planet to drop you off at. Or so you thought.

Tags/Warnings: Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, little angst, little tense, slight fluff?

Length: 2k I think

-> Masterlist

T H E R E I S N O T A G L I S T-

A/N: boo

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When you wake up, it's way too quiet- ship no longer steadily buzzing, engines turned off it seems like as you sit up on the bed, looking around. Energy was still running, since lights were still on, and there was an almost unnoticeable humming from an AC unit, but other than that, everything was still.

"Hello?" You call out- but the only response you get is the slight echo off the steel walls of your room. Nothing else.

Did he really leave you alone? What are you supposed to do now?

You flinch when the hydraulic door hisses loudly, the alien entering the room with a serious, though slightly surprised expression. "You're awake." He observes. "Good. Eat." He commands, throwing a pack of… something at you, a little harshly so, but you still accept them. "I had to get what I know is safe for human consumption. Can't really run around Etis and bark something about humans, after all." He mumbles to himself more or less, cracking his neck. You notice the scratches on his face, as he looks into the small mirror near a cupboard to clean them and place some butterfly tape on the bigger one up his forehead.

"…what happened?" You ask quietly, testing the waters as he clicks his tongue.

"Nothing." He simply answers, continuing to fix himself up before he sighs, and sits down in the corner of the room on a chair, one leg over the other and his arms crossed. His entire body language screams defense- even if he wants to look tough. "Where is your preferred destination?" He asks, and you shrug, deflating visibly.

"..you know, like I said." You shrug. "You can always just leave me here. I don't have a plan." You admit, and he watches you for a moment.

"I don't believe that." He shakes his head, denying your words even though they're true. "I will ask you again. Where is your-"

"Nowhere!" You respond a bit more agitated, though you can feel tears of frustrations well up in your eyes. "I don't know where to go. Throw me out wherever." You tell him.

He, yet again, observes, silently. He doesn't say anything- his eyes simply a grey-ish yellow as he watches you from his spot. You're not sure what that means, though you've seen them change sometimes depending on his mood, so it might be connected to that. He's definitely not human, in that case, if his height was anything to go by already. Great- he probably hates you because you're human, just like most alien species' do.

You can't even blame them.

"What made you leave earth." He questions now instead, and you're confused.

"I already told you-" You start, but he shakes his head, watching you intensely with a piercing gaze.

"I know, and I'm not asking that." He clarifies. "I am asking for what the.. reason was that made you act." He defines more clearly, and you look down at your hands, thinking.

What made you act?

"There.. was a family." You mumble, voicing out your memories. "A mother, alone. Two kids, maybe around four or five." You explain, eyes unfocused as you remember their faces. "She was pleading with an older man, and police. Begging. 'Don't take them', she'd said. 'they're all I have', she'd said." You recite.

It's quiet for a moment too long in his opinion, as he prompts you to continue. "What happened?" He asks, voice surprisingly calm.

"They took them." You say, as if it was obvious- but he notices the distance in your voice. "She'd lost her name, just like me. And therefore, she was no longer a registered citizen- and the children automatically got placed in government care, no matter if she was able to care for them or not." You explain, before you look at him- his eyes a clear but pale yellow as he listens to you.

"I'll never forget her cries." You tell him. "Her.. just, screaming for hours. No matter where I went, I could still hear her."

"I will attempt to verify this incident." He tells you, almost like a threat.

"Then you won't find anything." You smile somberly, laying back down on the bed, curling in on yourself in an attempt for comfort. "Things like these obviously aren't allowed to be published in the media." You say, closing your eyes.

"Convenient." He simply offers, and you nod, before you hear him sigh, and stand up- leather of his pants making distinctive noises as he moves around. "Our next stop is Vao Q4. I will be leaving you there, since it's a relatively neutral planet for humans." He says, before he leaves the room.

And you just fall asleep in silence, barely noticing the engine of the large spaceship starting.

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When you wake up again, you move into the bathroom area to clean up and use the gauze Jungkook had left you to at least provide yourself with a makeshift pad for your period. It's when you're just about done, walking out the small room, when the door opens, Jungkook entering with what looks like a metal collar,a small black box-like item attached to the side of it. "Here. Put that on." He orders, and you're not sure what he means- though you comply, having no other choice but to click the collar shut behind your neck. "It has a tracking device. For now, I've set my name as your current owner in case someone asks." He informs you, before looking around. "Put on your shoes." He says, turning around to leave the room.

"Wait- why?" You wonder, and he just turns his head for a second, staring at you.

"We'll be passing by Vides in a few hours." He simply tells you. "And since I don't know what you need, I'll be taking you out with me." He informs you, and you look at him a little longer, making him roll his eyes. "Can you put on your shoes now?" He reminds you almost as if annoyed, and you nod, scrambling to put them on before following him out of your tiny cabin you've been living in.

You're not sure for how long. Time isn't really your strong suit, and without night and day, it's hard to really pinpoint how long you've been on this ship.

"You have a spending limit of 100 currencies. Do not exceed that." He tells you as you both walk through another large door, most likely the main operating room where he lives and watches over the whole ship. There's so many buttons, noises and screens- you're both fascinated and overwhelmed.

He watches you for a moment, before the whole airship shakes, making you fall flat on your butt, before everything stills-

And he chuckles, finding your rather clumsy mistake funny.

"I'll warn you next time we land." He clears his throat, before he rather roughly pulls you up into a standing position by your arm. "Now stay close, and don't talk. You humans only cause trouble the moment you open your mouths." He says, before he leads the way out, large cargo door opening with a hiss.

The moment you're outside, things are bright- and you're greeted with the wet, cool climate of the foreign planet you're on. Many different species are walking around, sounds a little distorted sounding- but Jungkook leads the way, and you follow wordlessly.

"Hey, how much for the slave?" Someone with big lower canine teeth asks, his skin a deep blue. "Looks young. Can it work?" He wonders, and Jungkook turns towards him with a deep red-ish brown gaze.

"She's not for sale." He answers, pulling you close by the back of your clothes. "And can't work for shit anyways." He explains, and you have half a thought to feel insulted by that-

But you're too worried by all the unfamiliar things around you, so you just stay quiet like jungkook had told you to.

The man leaves with a shrug, before you walk with Jungkook down the dusty street, white particles floating without any sense of gravity around. As you enter a large tent, you find yourself recognizing a lot of the items- cartons full of random things in bulk standing around. "Go search for what you need. But stay within my sight." Jungkook orders, and you nod, hesitantly walking around to take a look.

The mood feels tense. It doesn't feel like Jungkook is making sure you stay with him- but rather as if he's guarding you instead.

"Oh, what an adorable guest!" A tall.. being says, clapping her four hands once, jewelry clattering loudly as she looks around with her snake-like head. "Is it yours?" She asks Jungkook, who nods, wary, arms crossed.

"I'm not selling." He says instead of anything else. "I just need things to accommodate for her menstrual cycle." He informs the alien, who nods once, twice.

"Ah yes, I remember humans have quite a complicated one.." the female sounding being says, trotting around before she looks through various boxes. "Little gem, what about these here?" She wonders, and you look at Jungkook first-

Making his eyes flash an orange glow for a second, before they turn brown again as he nods.

When you look into the box, you find the entire box full of thick looking pads, still in their plastic wrapping. You nod quietly to her to tell her that these are what you'd like, and she nods eagerly back. "A quiet little thing." She says, before making a clicking sound in her throat.

"Not really.." Jungkook mumbles to himself. "How much for the entire box?" He wants to know, walking closer to you both, boots heavy on the floor, throwing dust around.

"Hm, I'll make 50 currencies, but just because she smells lovely." The alien grins with her multiple rows of teeth, before she turns towards Jungkook with an outstretched hand.

He some small but thick metal cards into her hands, and she counts them, before she nods. "Jimin!" She yells suddenly, making you hold your ears, and much to your surprise, Jungkook seems to have gotten startled as well, as he..

Holds you close?

A human man walks into the tent, clothes dirty but otherwise well put together. "Bring this box to their ship, yes? And go fetch me Johrta, I need to have a word with that scammer.. " she orders, and the human named Jimin nods, closing up the box before he lifts it-

Waiting for you and Jungkook to move.

You both break apart like burned by hot metal, before you walk up front towards his ship, where Jungkook takes the box from Jimin to place it inside himself- offering him one of the metal cards.

"Is she still treating you fine?" He asks, and Jimin nods.

"I managed to get my own home underground. I'm doing very well- thanks to you." He nods gratefully, before he looks at you. "A new companion?" He asks, and Jungkook scoffs, eyes a suspicious blue.

"Absolutely not." He denies. "Snuck on my ship illegally, now I can't seem to get rid of her." He sighs, making you look at him almost in anger.

What is he talking about?

"Well, I wish you both good luck. And, don't worry." Jimin looks at you, smiling brightly. "He looks all mean and angry but he's real soft on the inside." He snickers, and laughs especially when Jungkook's eyes turn bright pink.

"Shut up!" He snaps back, grabbing your wrist to tug you back into the cargo ship-

Jimin happily waving as the door closes again.

It's quiet for a good moment, before Jungkook moves to lift the box to bring it into your room on the ship. "Are we already leaving?" You wonder, and he nods, dyes calming down slowly.

"Its tense on this planet. I'm not sure why, but I have a feeling we shouldn't be here too long." He simply explains, before the door to your room opens. "I'll leave them here. You can.. change now, or whatever. I'll inform you about our next destination." He offers, before he turns to leave.

"Jungkook-" You say, making him stop in his tracks. "..thank you." You tell him, and he simply nods.

Leaving you alone again.

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yan-lorkai · 6 months

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Imagine yandere Lucifer punishing his darling but instead of spells or line writing he goes for the silent treatment or just leaving them in a dark and enclosed space so and now there darling is getting flashbacks on how they were punished as a child and is begging him not to leave them

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, guilt tripping, child abuse, panic attack + comfort for the said panic attack, toxic relationship, probly some typos (❁´◡`❁)

You can still hear them, your parents screaming, their voices reverberating off the walls until everything goes silent. It is common for fights of this type to occur now; your father tries to protect you from your mother's extreme punishments, but he can never convince her to tell him where the basement keys are hidden.

Your father, blessed be his heart. He's was not good at defusing tension, throwing insults and punching things, and using a tone of voice so angry that it makes you shake and hold back crying.

Your childhood was like this, silent, ignored and sad, you often observed the world from behind the door lock. You could hear very faintly the news on television, you heard songs that your mother sang in an arithmic and out of tune tone, she gossiping with her friends, and above all you imagined a different life. A different world, with someone who loved you, with someone who protected you.

Things got even worse after your father's death, but you never told Lucifer these details. It wasn't a pleasant conversation to have, even though you trusted him a lot and you knew he would calmly comfort you and ease your fears, there was still distrust and pain present in your heart. You used to imagine a pink, pretty and glamorous love, and really Lucifer was all of that. But he had an additional danger lurking in the darkness of his heart, in his sharp-toothed smile and in his hands with huge claws that encircled your waist.

He was a demon and like all demons, the Morningstar loved possessively, a love so suffocating that it stole your entire essence. But you didn't care, you didn't know better and you let him take whatever he wanted from you without thinking twice. Lucifer was an extremely sweet and soft boyfriend most of the time, but he also was incredibly methodical.

Stopping to think now you don't know if he ever really loved you or the idea of you. The idea of a human lover who was strong and survived the seven lords of hell, the idea of a lover who was kind and funny and so fragile he could rip you in half with a single punch. Maybe that was why Lucifer loved having you on his lap so much, resting his face on your neck while he worked, he needed something weak to feel strong.

Just like your mother needed you to blackmail your father. The strong overcoming the weak, hunter and prey. And once again there was nowhere for you to run or anyone to help you.

The problem with ideas is that they are fragile, they break easily. Today instead of you coming to spend your time with Lucifer like you always did, you preferred to spend time with Simeon and Luke. They were your friends, it was only natural. But apparently it wasn't something that pleased Lucifer, he didn't like it one bit and he let you know this with the severe expression attached on his face.

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself," ruby eyes staring into yours as if he withheld all the truth in the world and you were the most lying human he had ever seen. As if you were a flower that he needed to cleanse of the weeds that corrupted you. "Apologize if you will."

There was something different about him as soon as you found him. The soft sound of piano coming from his record player as the open windows let the air in and the dark atmosphere sink into your bones, a shiver went down your spine just like it did when you witnessed Lucifer punishing one of his brothers.

A bitter taste spreading in your mouth as you watched him cross his arms and smile. But it wasn't the same smile he gave you as soon as you got a good grade on your test or right after you two woke up. That smile was one of fascination every time he whipped Mammon or killed a demon, dark, sly smile that made a knot curl in your throat and tears of fear come to your eyes. A dark smile.

You remembered your father's voice. You remembered the slaps you received from your mother and your little world in the basement. You trembled, not knowing how to respond or act, only being able to count how many times Lucifer sighed or the number of times his feet made contact with the floor. The silence stretched until it seemed obscene. And the Morning Star had reached the end of his patience, disappointed in your silence and angry at being your second choice.

He crossed his office with slow steps, his expression now more neutral, Lucifer held your face between his hands tightly, his nails bruising your skin. You waited for anything, screams, attacks, except Lucifer touching his forehead to yours and looking into your eyes as if you were a dumb little thing. There was tenderness and there was fear, and there was a little of everything, your heart beating confusedly inside your chest as you drown on your own feelings.

"My sweet, naive summer child, you don't know what you did, do you?" He uses that condescending tone that almost makes you roll your eyes, but you don't, realizing that you're already in trouble and you don't want to irritate him even more. "Lovers are always each other's first priority, MC. Ever."

Your eyes widened as Lucifer freed your face from his hands and turned onto his back. "Wasn't I good enough for you, Mc? Have I not cared for and loved you always, as a good lover would? So why am I not your first priority like you are mine?"

Oh. You had hurt him. Oh my, you had hurt him.

You denied, pulling his arm so he turned to face you again. "No, no, I love you very much, Luci, I don't have eyes for anyone but you and I'm sorry if I made you doubt my feelings."

But he remained standing with his back to you, thinking, Lucifer was unpredictable when he was hurt, he was angry in his actions and vengeful in his words, and when he was quiet like this you always felt a little apprehensive. He walked away without saying anything in return, back to his paperwork, as if you weren't even there.

Was he ignoring you? You decided to move closer to him, guilt pounding in your chest as you sat down in the chair he always kept next to his. The same chair you left empty today while you were having fun with the angels, not thinking about how lonely he must be feeling being alone all day.

Were you really so wrong about spending time with your friends? Several minutes passed in silence, broken only by the sound of a pen dragging over paper and your breathing. It was so uncomfortable, the silence, you turned to see the closed expression that had closed on Morningstar's beautiful face, eyebrows twisted, lips set, he wasn't happy at all.

"Lucifer, can we talk?" You asked.

Lucifer, however, remained silent, not giving in to your words. He hummed his favorite song as he read and signed documents, smoothing his bangs as they fell in his eyes. In other times he would be reading to you out loud as you had confided in him that you loved listening to him speak, you would pull your chair closer and lay your head on his shoulder. You hated the silence.

In the silence you remembered the days spent in the basement, the sleepless nights and the shadows that crept from the walls to you, close to touching you before disappearing. And then the cycle repeated itself, your parents screamed, you listened the news and the gossips, night came and the shadows return, tauting you, mocking you.

You looked down, feeling the depth of the wound you had caused. The silence persisted, heavy, as you remained distant from each other, trapped in a moment of disagreement and hurt. The tightness in your heart became unbearable, suddenly you were back in your small basement room, the light fading, the cold crackling over your skin.

You looked down, your feet chained to the walls again while roachs and rats runned past you. And Lucifer... Lucifer had abandoned you because you ruined everything. Your body tightened, you took one, two breaths until you realized that the oxygen was not able to reach your lungs.

'He hates you.' An annoying voice screamed in your mind, making you flinch on your seat. 'He's going to break with you. He's going to leave you alone again.'

'If even your parents couldn't love, why he should?"

'Undeserving and ungrateful, good for nothing human.'

Too much noise. Too much silence. Too much everything. Invisible hands started to climb up your body, leaving you trembling and gasping for air.

Everything is crashing down on your already overwhelmed mind. You were stumbling in the darkness, without a light in sight, no end in the horizon. No switch to flick the light on, no Bringer of light in sight. Trapped forever here, alone. You clutched onto your chest with weak fingers. Your lungs were rising and falling at a far rapid pace, one you couldn’t gain control of. Everything was burning. What was this?

A panic attack? A heart attack?

A pair of hands found their place on your shoulders, nails digging straight into your skin, burning, scratching. You felt lightheaded, a thin line of sweat bathing starting to run down your neck as you tried to breath. Your eyes were open but you saw only darkness in front of you, you could breath only darkess, for it was only you and darkness that existed right here and right now.

The only good thing on your life was your relationship and you destroyed it so easily, so mindlessly.

There, in the darkness you could see your mom's face wearing a twisted smile. You struggled against your shackles backing away from her at every step she took on your direction, red painted nails trying to reach you, trying to harm you again as she always did.

“Breathe in, darling.” Lucifer’s voice cut through the panic, voice sounding too angelic for a demon like him. “Look at me, darling, I'II help you.”

You still looked at her, smile on her lips, eyes wild with angry. You whimpered, trying to put some more distance between you two.

She disapperead as soon as Lucifer placed your hand on his chest, freeing you from her mirage. “Slowly breath in!” You followed your lover's instructions, breathing through the nose at the same time as him. If anyone could save you from the darkness and the pain now, it was him. “And out- keeping going, darling, just like that.”

There was urgency in his voice you realized. But why? Why would he care when he hated you? The voices on your head had lied to you? But he also had leaved you alone - though you did the same to him just earlier, it's true.

“Breath in-” Light. It was you how would describe him, black as coal hair being lightned by a broken halo. He held onto you so softly, wiping the thick tears that you haven't even realized that were falling. You could see that he was confuse, scared even, since not even Mammon behaved like this after or during a punishment. "Everything's ok?"

The cat seemed to have caught your tongue, your head lolling forward as your entire body collapsed into his chest. Tired, that's how you felt, tired of the pain, tired of the darkness and having to remember that person.

That person who should love and protect you. That person that made your life a living hell just because she could, because it was fun, the same person whose house you would return after the exchange program.

Sobs erupted from your chest, trembling again in Lucifer's arms but from a different reason now. From exhaustion, from fear. Your arms circling his torso with enought stregth to knock him up if he was a puny and weak human. But he was not. He was not, if he was cruel like her then he would be laughing now, he would bellitle you.

He was not cruel. And he couldn't know that ignoring you would trigger such reaction. It was all your fault.

You looked at him, brows furrowed, apprehension on his eyes as he hold you, hands rubbing your sides and back. Lucifer was nothing like her, would never be like her even in a million years.

"I'm sorry." You whispered unable to formulate a better apologize. "Don't hate me, please."

Please, don't leave me. Please don't take the light away. Just please stay, you wanted to scream, want to let him know what happened. But couldn't, eyes blurry with fresh new tears, lips trembling, and Lucifer held you gently. He knew you couldn't talk right now, could see in your eyes that you were unable right now with panic and fear swimming in them - any and all reasons for your sudden outburst forgotten while he comforted you so gently.

The awful silence was replaced by your lover's loud little kisses that he peppered your face with. "It's ok, love, I've got you."

IBut you were right, he was nothing like your mother. In fact, he was worse and he recorded this entire event on his mind, replaying it, trying to find a reason why you reacted that way.

With time he could use this to shape you, could train you to never leave him, to never look at anyone else, to not even thinking any dumb throughts. He smiled, bringing you much closer than before, there on the floor, for you have fallen without realizing, hugging him, you felt safe again, felt loved, if only you realized that his love was toxic and suffocating... But it's too late now.

#yandere obey me #obey me #yandere lucifer #yandere lucifer x mc #yandere lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #lorkai drabble

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Cowboy || Boothill x G/N Child! Reader (PLATONIC) - Honkai Star Rail

warnings; just small spoiler warnings for his story, some of you probably already saw leaks of it though 😭

After he had lost his precious daughter during the IPC attack on his planet, it was no surprise Boothill would be oddly overprotective over his dear ones. Especially over you.

You were a child much like Boothill’s daughter, but you being only a tad bit older since she was only a few months old at the time. Once you had came in, Boothill made a silent vow to himself that he would protect you like you were his child, not even letting you out of his sight for a second. He just didn’t want to lose you like he lost his little girl is all!

Which was quite ironic as he had first met you through aiming his revolver at your head, thinking you were someone here to collect his bounty, only to see it was literally just a kid. He still remembers the way you almost passed out. Poor you.

So no wonder Boothill almost lost it when he noticed your tiny footsteps weren’t heard behind him anymore, what’s left of his heart instantly dropping.

Panic struck as he looked around frantically, cursing (or at least trying to) himself out for not keeping a closer eye on you while a million thoughts of what could possibly happen without his supervision on you raced through his head.

What if you had gotten seriously hurt?

What if something—or someone—took you?

What if you were stuck somewhere, stranded with a bunch of people you didn’t even know?

It was odd to see the infamous Galaxy Ranger; Boothill getting all worked up and worried over some missing kid. Why’d he care so much anyway? Was it something about you? Did he just oddly grow attached?

Or did he simply view you as someone he once cradled before it was snatched away from him abruptly?

“Mr. Boothill!”

Instantly, Boothill stopped in his tracks, pausing his search for you and spinning his head towards the familiar small voice. There you were; all safe and sound, but with tears falling down your chubby cheeks as you raced over to him.

Boothill dropped to his metallic-like knees and caught you in his arms tightly, feeling your tight grip around his shoulders as you hugged him, burying your face into his shoulder.

“I told ya not to wander off, didn’t I? To stay close to me? You could’ve gotten hurt all alone like that, you lil’ brat…” Boothill would lightly scold you, standing up while lifting you in his arms, holding you close and pinching your cheek in a scolding matter.

His grip around you was tight as if he were worried that if he let go—you’d vanish without a trace.

A hiccup left you in response, struggling to put your words together to which Boothill began to rub the small of your back as a way to calm you down, “I-I didn’t mean to…! I-I just really wanted that plushie—hiccup—over there…!” Boothill watched as your shaky finger tried pointing in the direction of the toy stand, pointing in the wrong direction in the process. But he still knew what you were referring to.

You were clearly referring to that cowboy plushie you spotted while you were walking with Boothill earlier, the one that you couldn’t avert your gaze from which Boothill also called “just a mini, knock-off” version of him. It’s quite obvious that you only wanted it because it reminded you of Boothill.

“But-but when I looked back to you, you weren’t there anymore…!”

You broke out in another fit of sobs, hugging his neck tighter, your cheeks all stained with your tears, and your nose stuffy. Your head was even beginning to throb from how much you were crying.

“You mean that little cowboy you kept lookin’ at? You got your own real-life cowboy though, don’t you?”

“Nuh-uh! I want the plushie, so I can have two of you!”

At your silly words, Boothill had to bite his lip from letting out a snicker, knowing you’d probably get even more upset, and instead decided to indulge you, “Fine, if you want it so bad that you nearly made me pop a screw, I’ll buy you it.” Boothill reassures, wiping that small tear threatening to slip down your cheek away with his cold hand. You can only sniffle and quietly nod in a meek way, rubbing your eyes.

Before Boothill can move however, you suddenly cupped his cheeks with your small hands which was pretty much the only part of his body he can feel you touch, causing him to pause and look down at you. You knocked your head against his and mumbled, “You’re my real papa, Boothill…My only papa…” You ask with a small sniffle, patting his cheeks.

Boothill stood there, stunned for a brief second before he quickly regained his composure, and sent you a toothy smile that showed off his razor sharp teeth, “What a sweet lil’ thing you are…You certainly got a way with words, don’t you?” He ruffled your hair and placed his hat directly on your head to which it fell right over your eyes, causing you to quickly try and adjust it with a small yelp as Boothill made his way over to the stand you were whining about.

This time, he was sure he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight—no matter how much you whine for him to let you run around. He already lost one kid of his, he can’t lose another one.

clara and svarog 2.0 fr

#honkai star rail #gender neutral reader #hsr #boothill #boothill hsr #platonic #child reader #father

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ventismacchiato · 2 years

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22 just playing the part — twenty one questions !

scaramouche x g!n reader

“My wrists are still sore from earlier today,” you complain, popping the can of beer open that Scaramouche had offered that was in the cooler of his car.

He’d driven you both to a park to practice lines, sitting in the trunk and using the stars above as your light source. It would be romantic if it wasn’t Scaramouche who did it and if he wasn’t constantly correcting you when you messed up.

Scaramouche doesn’t reply, looking over to your wrist that held a mark remnant from the handcuffs. He reaches over, grabbing ahold of your left wrist and rubbing his thumb against it.

“You should ice it,” he mutters, grabbing an unopened can of beer and pressing it against your wrist, the coldness of the metal soothing your bruise.

“Have you been icing your wrist?”

“Yeah, because I’m not stupid.”

You send him a glare and pull your wrist back, icing it with your own beer instead. His warmth on your hands gave you an odd feeling.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” you sigh, growing sick of the script that stared back at you from your lap.

“Do you want me to drive you back?”

“Not yet, being outside is nice,” you answer, “Your company is decent.”

“Just admit you enjoy my company.”

“Not a chance.”

It grows silent again, apart from the low vibrations of the car’s engine and the occasional snap of another can being opened. You were afraid of it getting awkward so you let out the first thing that came to mind.

“Wanna play twenty-one questions?”

He lets out a low chuckle, “Are you trying to find out something dirty?”

“No,” you scoff, “It’s not like you have anything juicy anyway, your first kiss was with me.”

“No need to remind me, but fine,” he answers, crushing an empty can and opening another one.

“Okay,” you hum, racking your brain for a question, “Most embarrassing thing you’ve done while drunk?”

“Other than willingly hanging out with you? Letting Childe give me a stick-and-poke tattoo.”

“Of what?”

“That’s two questions, not one,” he grins, “My turn. Most embarrassing thing you’ve done when drunk?”

“I threw up on Aether and Lumine’s father in highschool,” you answer, wincing at the look on Dainsleif’s shocked face that was still ingrained into your mind.

“I probably shouldn’t have given you beer then, no?” he teases.

“I’m good with alcohol now,” you huff, “Sort of.”

He sends you an eye roll, but for once it lacks any malice.

“Are we friends?” you question, looking down into your now empty can of cheap beer, immediately regretting the question. Maybe you weren’t that good with alcohol.

“You tell me.”

“You’re supposed to answer the question,” you point out.

“I don’t think think I’d sit at night playing a dumb game with someone who wasn’t my friend,” Scaramouche shrugs.

“So that’s a yes?” you smile, ignoring how elated that made you feel. Weird.

“It’s my turn to ask,” he counters, “Biggest fear?”

You muse at the thought, “Probably that I’m wasting my time trying to pursue my interest in acting and it won’t go anywhere.”

He lets out a snort, “Really? That’s stupid.”

You’re about to defend yourself but he continues.

“It’s stupid because you’re a good actor,” he says.

“Are you trying to comfort me?” you smile, nudging him on the shoulder.

“Trying? Did I not?”

“You did,” you reassure, holding back a laugh at how distraught he sounded.

“Whatever, you go,” he mumbles, already on his fourth can.

“Toughest pill you had to swallow?” you question, eyeing him as he drains half the can.

“That I’ll never experience a mother’s unconditional love,” he deadpans, throwing the can he was drinking behind him into the backseat.

“Oh,” you let out, not quite expecting that, “I’m sorry to hear that,” you slowly say, not expecting him to be open during the silly game you came up with.

He shrugs.

“Does she not support you?”

“That’s your fourth question,” he says, “And no, she doesn’t.”

“She’ll see what she missed out on when you prove her wrong,” you say, “When you make it big.”

He gives you a fleeting glance, “Are you trying to comfort me?”

“Trying?” you smile, “Did I not?”

“Maybe you did,” he slyly says, averting his eyes from you.

“I guess the world sucks, huh?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, dragging a long sip of what was now lukewarm beer, “But I think I’ll forgive it because at least it has you in it.”

You pause, the can of alcohol hovering in place at his words, “What?”

“Just realized I’m too drunk to drive right now,” Scaramouche mumbles instead of acknowledging your question.

“Should we call an Uber?” you ask, realizing he wasn’t sober enough for making conversation, yet alone finishing the game.

“Soon,” he mumbles, leaning his head against the side of the trunk, letting his eyes fall shut, “I need a minute.”

“Alright,” you comply, feeling your eyelids feel heavy as well, “I’ll wake you up.”

…

Spoiler, you did not wake him up.

just playing the part !

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synopsis: you and scaramouche are both drama majors and have been at each other’s throats vying for the same lead roles since high school. but when you’re both cast as each other’s love interest in your second year you’re forced to be civil with your academic rival and see him in a new light. are his feelings for you true or is he just playing the part?

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Pedri Gonzalez - Until I Found You (FCBarcelona) ft. Ferran Torres

Requested: tumblr

Prompt: Y/n is friends with Sira, the girlfriend of Ferran. The couple have an idea to introduce their two single friends in an attempt to get them to date.

Warnings: fluff

"I just think you should give this date a try, that's all." Sira said, walking alongside her friend to the car. "I am never going on a double date." Y/n replied, hopping into the passenger side of the car. "Oh come on! Why?" Sira asked, yet again. "Because it's not my thing." Her friend replied. "So what is your thing? Being lonely?"

"Being single, does not mean I am lonely." Y/n snapped. "Just give it a chance. You may actually enjoy yourself, and who we pick." Sira smiled. "We? Who's we?" She asked. "Me and Ferran. He has a few single friends but don't worry, we'll find the one for you." Sira assured her. "Playing cupid, huh?" Sira nodded. "Exactly. Now, we have twenty minutes to get there."

"Wait, twenty minutes to get where?" Y/n asked. "To the date? Ferran text that they're waiting." Y/n's heartbeat quickened. "No! You could have given me warning!"

"So, who is she again?" Pedri asked, playing with the ends of his hoodie strings. "Her name is Y/n. She is Sira's friend. That's all you need to know before you meet her." Ferran replied. "Yes, but I would rather hear a bit more about her." Pedri said. "You can ask her on the date." Ferran chuckled. "No, because we're both going to be in your conversation. A couple date, is such a bad idea for a first date."

"Get out of the car." Sira demanded for the sixth time in the minute. "No! You tricked me!" Y/n exclaimed. "Would you have come if I said you had a date?" Y/n was silent. "My point exactly! Now get out of my car!"

"Hola, bebé." Ferran smiled as he pecked Sira's lips. Y/n looked visibly uncomfortable. "Where is he?" Sira asked. "Oh, Pedri." Pedri? The footballer? "Pedri, Y/n. Y/n, Pedri." Ferran said. Y/n's eyes fell onto the all too familiar stranger. "Mucho gusto. Pedri." The man smiled. Her legs turned to jelly looking at him. "Oh, she doesn't speak much Spanish, P. I-"

"Hablo español, Sira. Simplemente nunca me hablas en español. Te gusta asegurarte de que tu inglés sea siempre bueno." Y/n said, shaking hands with Pedri. "Sira arched a brow in amusement. "Well, if its all the same, I would like to speak a mix of both. Just for everyone to understand everything." Ferran smiled. "Necesitas mejorar tu inglés, verdad Pedrito?" Pedri chuckled. "Es una profesora de inglés." Pedri turned back to look at Y/n. "Really?" He asked. "No, I'm a student. My mother is an English professor in the university though." Pedri nodded. "That makes better sense." Ferran snickered at his miss-matched English. "It's better English than how yours was." Y/n said. "My English was good-"

"It's usually not right." Y/n muttered, loud enough for Pedri to hear. "Are we going to go in or stand out here all evening?" Sira asked before the four agreed to head inside.

"Please, have a seat." Pedri said, pulling the chair out for his 'date'. Y/n smiled at the gesture and took the seat gladly, placing her jacket on the back of her chair whilst Pedri took a seat before her. Ferran stared, not knowing what to say or how to even react to how his friend was acting; like a gentleman. Sira kicked her boyfriend under the table, indicating him to stop staring and have a look at the menu instead.

Throughout the dinner, Pedri and Y/n....well they became a but more distanced from Sira and Ferran. Sure, the conversations would start off with all four involved, but it would quickly change to just Y/n and Pedri speaking and laughing together, leaving Sira and Ferran to talk amongst themselves. They clicked. Both hated to admit it to their respective friends but they clicked. From the moment they sat down, right down to splitting the bill, they barely stopped talking. Pedri stood up and excused himself to go to the bathroom. Y/n sat smiling go herself before a quiet giggle snapped her from her thoughts and she turned to see Sira grinning at her. "What?"

"Nothing, I just think I told you you'd enjoy this." Sira chuckled. "Yeah, whatever. I'm just getting along with a man, that doesn't mean we like eachother." Y/n replied. "I don't know. He was a boy when he came in and he went into that bathroom a man." Ferran joked. "Oh the both of you just be quiet, please. I don't want to go all out on the first date." Y/n mumbled the last part. "I'm sure he'll ask you for a second date. Don't worry." Sira reassured her before they all quietened down for Pedri to return. "So, what are the plans now?" He asked. "Well, Sira and I are going to take her far home. We thought maybe it would be a good idea for you to take Y/n home?" Ferran suggested. "I was going to suggest that we do that actually. It just makes sense." Pedri smiled. Y/n felt her heart thumping inside her chest, simply from looking at his smile. "That's it settled then. I say we can all go our separate ways now."

Y/n smiled as she got into Pedri's car and looked around. The car mlled fresh, as if it had just been cleaned or as if it were brand new. She looked over to the driver door as the spaniard climbed in and put the key in the ignition. "Seatbelt." He said before Y/n reached for it and pulled it across herself. "So, do you need my address?" Y/n asked putting her seatbelt on. "No, not yet. I actually have a last minute plan I came up with in the bathroom." He said, making her confused. "How do you feel about theme parks and arcades?"

#football #fcbarcelona #football blurbs #football imagines #laliga #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez oneshot #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagine #pedri

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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I Will Always See You - Fred Weasley x Reader

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Prompt: nothing…I just love Fred Weasley J.K did him dirty if you ask me…my poor baby. 😭

Warnings: smut, if you squint praise kink and begging kink.

Thank you to @lets-imagine-fanfics my beta for editing this thought I'm sure as an avid Fred Weasley fan she likely had no problem! 😂

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You walked down the hall, your arms wrapped around your books as you silently made your way back to the Gryffindor common room. You were thinking about your Herbology homework listing off things you needed or would have to do when your felt a gust of wind at either side of you.

Your eyes immediately spotted the Weasley twins running so fast, the only reason you knew it was them was because of their vibrantly orange hair, you rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to shout at them but before you could, they skid to a stop and glanced behind them towards you.

“Boys no running in the halls.” You huffed as they gave you matching smirks.

“Oh, if it isn’t our favourite head girl.” Fred grinned mischievously as they began walking next to you.

“Don’t think because you compliment me, Fred Weasley, that I’ll forget that you were running in the halls.” You scoff as you held your head up.

“I’m not Fred I’m George.” He stated with a frown on his face.

You rolled your eyes and turned to the real George looking him up and down before giving him a smirk. He flushed a little under your scrutinising gaze but said nothing to give away their game.

“Nope, that’s definitely George.” You stated as you pat Georges flushed cheek before turning to Fred who glared down at you suspiciously.

“And you are most definitely Fred.” You chuckled as you pat his chest as he continued to glare at you.

You stride ahead of them with a satisfied smirk on your face as you quickly forget about your homework in favour of thinking about Fred. You’d be lying if you said the twins weren’t handsome but Fred for some reason held way more of your attention. George was sweeter, slightly more shy than Fred and he also had a mole on the side of his neck while at Fred had two scars on his face that were barely noticeable.

Fred was always more confident and always the one to instigate their pranks and mischief. It’s another reason you had a giant crush on Fred, not that anyone knew that with how you would constantly reprimand him for ignoring the rules.

You liked to keep to yourself for most part but you enjoyed hanging out with Harry and his friends even though you were in the Weasley twins year. You shook the thoughts of Fred to the back of your mind as you finally arrived at the portrait to the Gryffindor common room.

********

You giggled at something Hermione said to Ron as you nibbled on some toast with jam on it. Harry rolled his eyes at the pair about to reprimand his friends, however he was instantly interrupted when the Weasley twins slid into the small spaces at either side of you.

Your eyes flickered between both twins before noting they had their homemade sweaters from Molly. The only thing that wasn’t right was that Fred was wearing George’s and George was wearing Freds. You frowned a little but figured they must’ve done it by accident.

“Fred, mum said you need to send her a letter. Said she hasn’t heard from you in a few days.” Ron muttered to George making you roll your eyes a little however instead of Fred piping up George did and suddenly you realised their game.

“I will tonight.” George answered making you literally bang your head off of the table, narrowly avoiding your plate.

“What on earth are you doing?” Hermione snorted making you look up at them with a glare firmly in place.

“Ron, how can you not tell your brothers apart?” You laughed making him frown a little.

“There literally wearing their tops.” Ron snorted making you roll your eyes.

“That’s Fred.” You said pointing at the twin wearing the sweater with the G.

“How?” Fred exclaimed with a deep frown on his face, making you roll your eyes once again.

“Because I can. Why, pray tell, does it bother you so much?” You asked him seriously making him puff out his cheeks in a childish manner.

“Even our own mum gets confused sometimes, I don’t see how you can tell better than literally anyone.” Fred stated uneasily as his two brothers nodded in agreement.

“I’m sure someone else in this room can too.” You huffed with a small smile making them glance at one another.

“No. Even Ang almost kissed Fred last week.” George snorted making you visibly cringe a little before giving them a sympathetic smile.

You giggle a little as Hermione says something about Fred being a bigger arsehole making everyone burst out laughing. The rest of the day went by without anyone mentioning the fact that you could tell them apart better than anyone.

That was until you arrived at your bedroom to find Ginny and Hermione waiting there with raised brows and inquisitive looks. You frowned at the girls, silently asking why they were in your room.

“So which one is it?” Ginny asked with a subtle smirk on her lips.

“What on earth are you two talking about?” You snorted as you put your books on the bedside table next to your bed.

“Which twin do you fancy?” Hermione asked confidently making your eyes widen a little.

“W-What makes you think I fancy Fred or George?” You stuttered, heat slowly creeping up your face until you felt like steam was coming out your ears.

“Fred.” Ginny and Hermione say at the same time, looking father proud of themselves.

“I do-what I mean is that I- Fine, I fancy Fred!” You had tried to get out of it but honestly, you’d been dying to tell someone since you first started crushing on him in your 3rd year.

“Oh my Merlin, that feels amazing to get off my chest! God, I fancy the bloody pants off him! He’s so tall, handsome, funny, confident, did I say handsome? Then he’s got these eyes that are just so expressive. I can always tell when he’s about to do something that’ll get him in trouble because he gets these little creases at the corner of his gorgeous eyes, when he tries to keep the smile off his face. There was one time I accidentally saw him without hi-”

“Too much information!” Ginny yelled making you flush bright red.

“S-Sorry.” You whispered softly making her shake her head at you.

“How long has this been going on?” Hermione laughed as she raised her brows at you.

“3rd year.” You whispered avoiding all eye contact.

“That’s since my 1st year! I’m in my 5th year!” Hermione exclaimed like it was something you didn’t already know.

“I’m aware 4 years…god that’s so pathetic.” You sighed heavily as you flopped onto your bed face first.

“It’s not that bad.” She tries but you just lift your head to glare at her.

“Being a 17 year old girl who never kissed a guy let alone dated one isn’t embarrassing at all.” You laughed sarcastically as you flipped you head back down screaming into the pillow.

“You haven’t had your first kiss?” Ginny exclaimed making you roll over onto your back, staring at the ceiling with a pout.

“I know, even Ron has had his!” You whined loudly making the girls pout down at you sympathetically.

“Why don’t you just ask him out?” Ginny asks with a raised brow making the sit up to look at her like she’d grown another head.

“Have you lost the plot, Ginny? Did your crush on Harry turn your head to mush?” You asked seriously making her face turn the same colour as her hair.

“She’s not wrong you know? You’re a beautiful, smart and kind young woman! Why shouldn’t you be the one to ask him out?” Hermione exclaimed happily making you raise a brow at her.

“Oh yes and how is Ronald?” You deadpanned making her turn bright red too.

“Yes, well that boy is about as slow as a sloth at times! I’m working on it.” She stated seriously holding her head high.

“Just tell him how you feel.” Ginny says calmly as her face begins to return to her pale skin tone.

“I’ll think about it.” You answered honestly making them roll their eyes playfully.

You girls spent the rest of the night gossiping and giggling knowing tomorrow was a weekend and you wouldn’t have to be up for classes. You all eventually passed out on your double bed laughing at something on Hermione’s muggle phone.

******

When you woke up the girls were gone and you realised, they had probably gotten dressed and gone to breakfast. You dragged yourself out of bed and began your normal morning routine until you finally stood in front of your mirror freshly washed and dried, hair in two French plaits and your makeup simple, with subtle goldish eyeshadow, a spell to make you lashes appear longer and fuller and some nude lipstick.

You decided you’d be a little more daring with your outfit today and slid on your custom Gryffindor sports bra along with your high waisted denim skirt and your plain white Nike trainers that Hermione had bought you last year from muggle London. You threw on your oversized white knitted cardigan, you may be feeling more daring than usual but no jacket with this outfit choice didn’t feel in your comfort zone. Before adding the last touched with your rings, triple chain necklace and your Gryffindor bucket hat over your braids. The outfit was kind of sporty but in a cute way.

When you finally arrived, a few students were staring as you entered the hall but you ignored it as you made your way to where the others were sat. You plopped down right in the middle of the twins who were staring at your attire rather openly. You shot them both glares before you began putting food on your plate.

“Well, hello there. Where have you been hiding those legs, darling?” George exclaimed in a flirtatious way that had you frowning at him.

“I’m telling Angie.” You smirked at George making him go wide eyed.

“I really thought that was gonna work.” George huffed with a childish pout on his lips.

“Sorry, boys, you won’t catch me out.” You giggled as you looked over to Fred who was still staring silently.

You caught his eyes, staring into them with a hint a seductiveness and mischief. You fluttered you lashes at him not saying anything as his cheek tinged with a slight pink hue. He instantly looked away as if to hide his face behind his hair, ignoring the look George gave him as he tried to jump into another conversation.

You took it as a win.

Once you'd all finished breakfast you wandered back to the common room and made yourself comfortable on the couches around the fire. Everyone began talking amongst themselves about different things as you began telling Ginny about something that had happened the day before the twins interrupted everyone in the group.

“Okay, so we’ve decided we’re gonna challenge Y/N to a guess ‘which twin’ special edition!” George announced making everyone including you, roll their eyes in exasperation.

“Are you guys seriously still stuck on this?” You groaned making them nod in unison with each other.

“Fine let's just get this over with.” You huffed as you stood up in front of them.

“First round, we’re gonna wear the same thing and only have our faces visible. Second round you’ll have to tell us apart by sound and finally by touch!” Fred announced making your eyes widen at the prospect.

“Hey, I never said I could do it without looking!” You complained making them smirk like they’d won.

“But I’ll try.” You added through gritted teeth.

“Hermione, film this poppycock on your muggle phone. This is gonna be bloody brilliant.” Ron snorted as Hermione nodded in agreement.

The twins ran upstairs as quickly as they could only gone for a few minutes before they came down n black jeans and a black turtle neck. You rolled your eyes before glancing at the others as if they would help stop this madness, however, they looked at you expectantly only making you groan in frustration.

“Ron you’re their brother you can tell them apart, right?” You snorted as he looked at you with a fearful gaze as if scared to answer.

“Can no one?” You added glancing at Harry, Ginny and Hermione.

They all shook their head as you glanced at the boys, immediately spotting which was Fred even though they’d switched themselves around when you had been looking at the others. You rolled your eyes and patted Freds chest with a smile on your face.

“Fred.” You muttered making everyone gape at you including the twins.

“Here’s a blindfold.” Hermione laughed as she waited for Fred to tie that around your eyes.

You wouldn’t likely be able to do the last two things but you’d give it your best shot just to shut the boys up. You could feel the boys breathes brushing across your ears as they leant down to talk into your ear.

“Can you tell who-”

“-Is who.” They both muttered finishing each other's sentence.

“Say my name.” You asked calmly making them chuckle at the side of you.

“Y/N.” You couldn’t quite tell to be honest but the second the other twin spoke you knew.

“Y/N.” Fred whispered against your ear; his voice wasn’t as deep as Georges however it sounded more soothing to your ears.

“This is Fred.” You grinned as you gripped the front of Fred turtle neck.

Everyone went silent so you went to take you mask off but Fred hand came up to stop you as there was the sound of moving around. You stood still and allowed them to move where they wanted before you felt someone touch your arm making you jump a little.

“Okay, its Hermione I’m gonna guide you to one of the boys and you go from there.” She chuckled as she walked you a few feet before lifting your hand so it was on top of one of the twin's head.

You instantly brought your hand down straight to where you knew Fred’s scar would be but it wasn’t there so you smirked to yourself but continued to drag your hand down to cup his cheek. As he nuzzled into your hand you pulled back a slapped his cheek lightly before standing back and giggling to yourself.

“I thought I told you I’d tell Angie if you kept flirting, Georgie.” You snickered as you took off your blindfold.

“That is amazing! How did you do it?” Ron exclaimed excitedly as he began clapping and jumping up and down.

“I don’t know to be honest, I thought I would have failed both blindfolded challenges at least.” You giggled as you glanced at the twins who still looked beyond shocked.

Fred looked at you curiously, his eyes narrowed a little as if he was thinking about something when suddenly he stepped up and was in front of you with his arms crossed. You gave him a soft smile that made his posture drop a little but he still remained suspicious.

“There’s got to be some sort of tell.” Fred asked seriously making you frown. He seemed beyond upset about the fact that no matter what, you could spot him a mile away even next to his brother.

“Fine shall I list everything?” You scoffed in annoyance but he nodded like that was obvious.

“You have a small scar on your eyebrow, you also have a slightly rounder face. Not much but it’s there. You have a tiny scar on your nose. And you have abs. Where as George doesn-”

“How on earth do you know that?” Ron shouted making your face turn bright red.

“There was an incident last year at Christmas…” You mumbled shyly making Fred smirk down at you.

“Hey! I kind of have abs!” George shouts with a pout on his face.

“Can we move on?” You huffed softly making everyone nod in agreement.

“Your voice is slightly softer than George. You’re also more confident when you talk.” You added your last points.

“There’s are all points on how you can tell it’s Fred! What about me?” George scoffed making you puff out your cheeks in all hope that your face didn’t turn a deeper shade of red.

“You have a mole on your neck.” You supplied nervously making everyone roll their lips to stop from smiling or commenting.

“Aww I didn’t know you paid so much attention, darling.” Fred teased as he slung his arm around you, lowering himself so he was at your eye level.

“I-I don’t.” You stuttered as you glanced at Hermione who found the whole things hilarious.

“Doesn’t sound that way. Hmm, maybe we should go upstairs and find more differences.” Fred joked, wiggling his eyebrows at you making you turn so red you could practically feel your cheeks glowing.

You budge Fred away and slapped his arm a few times like his mother did when he was misbehaving. He faked a pained expression as he burst out laughing as you began chasing after him with your hat, slapping him with it as the others laughed at you.

“You, Fred Weasley, are a bloody menace.” You snapped as you went to sit on the couch next to Harry.

“You love me really.” He chuckled as he threw himself down next to you on the couch.

“In your dreams Weasley.” You snorted sarcastically causing him to grin from ear to ear.

“Oh, you do plenty of things in my dreams, love.” He flirted making your eyes widen.

“Ew. Get a room.” Ron faked gagged as Hermione nudged him and told him to shut it.

*********

You spent the rest of the morning hanging out with the twins. The younger kids had long since ran off claiming they had places to be and eventually so did George saying he had a date with Angie leaving you and Fred alone on the common room.

“Let’s play truth or dare.” Fred announced making you roll your eyes.

“There’s not enough people for that to be fun, and you know it.” You snorted as he pondered your words for a second.

“Okay, Hermione taught me one called two truths and a lie. You say three things, two have to be the truth, the other has to be a lie. I have to guess which one.” Fred supplies making you contemplate it for a second before giving him a nod telling him you agreed.

“Okay. I am failing herbology, I hate peas and I love your tiny little skirt.” He stated his last one making you turn a lovely shade of red, as you hit his chest playfully.

“You like peas. So hating them is a lie. Pervert.” You huffed before thinking of yours.

“I hate spring, I slept with a Slytherin once and I always carry sweets with me.” You almost laughed when you told the lie, but you held it in as you stared at him. He seemed to stiffen a little when you said you’d slept with a Slytherin but said nothing as he seemed to think about it.

“The sweets one is a lie.” He guessed making you gape at him.

You dug your hand into your pocket which had an extendable charm on him before dragging out a wrapped up sweet showing it to him with a smirk. He gasped at you before laughing a little and staring at you with inquisitive eyes.

“So which was the lie?” He asked softly making you grin.

“If you didn’t guess, you don’t get to know.” You chuckled humorously.

“That’s no fair!” He complained loudly making you giggle.

“Do you really think I’d sleep with a Slytherin?” You laughed making him shrug.

“I don’t know who you do in your spare time.” He snorted making you flush a little as you looked away hoping that would be the end on that conversation.

“Okay, your turn.” You muttered awkwardly as he seemed to think about it.

“I love snow, I have purple boxers on and I had a dirty dream last night.” He smirked as he said the last one making you roll your lips to hold your smile back.

“Pervert. The dreams a lie although that’s a guess because how would I know what colour your underwear is.” You laughed making him grin from ear to ear as he flashed you his purple boxers.

“I told you love. You do plenty of things in my dreams.” Fred teased as he threw his arms around you on the couch, his lips hovering near your ear.

“I have never kissed someone. I went on a date with Oliver and I fancy you.” You confidently stated a smirk on your face as his eyes widened.

“I mean you don’t fancy me so that has to be the lie. But I also don’t believe you’ve never had your first kiss so…I don’t know.” Fred grumbled as he stared off in deep thought.

Just then Oliver walked into the common room and Fred looked at him with wide eyes before you could stop him he shouted at Oliver.

“Did you go on a date with Y/N?” He asked making Oliver frown as you slapped your hand over you face in embarrassment.

“No, did ya want to go on a date, darling?” He chuckled softly his accent making it sound much smoother than you’d imagined. You let out a giggle as Fred seemed to be calculating something when suddenly his jumped up from his seat.

“You can’t have her she’s mine.” Fred grumbled as he pulled you up from the couch and began dragging you up to the boys dorm straight into his room before shutting the door.

His words were echoing in your head as he began pacing back and forth in front of you. I’m his? Did he mean that? Obviously your not ‘his’, you’re not even dating but for some reason you didn’t care. Just having him call you his was amazing.

“So you’ve never dated Oliver?” He confirmed making you nod silently.

“Which means you like me and you haven’t had your first kiss?” He questioned again but this time you made no move to nod just averted you eyes from him shyly.

Suddenly you were pinned to his bedroom door, his left hand pressed flat against the door while the other one lifting your head so you’d look at him. You stared into gorgeous brown eyes, it was like they were hypnotising you. Your breathing hitched in your chest as you tried not to lean into his touch.

“Answer me, love.” He demanded softly as his eyes flickered to your lips.

“Well, I g-guess there’s no use denying it now. Yes, I like you and no I have never been kissed or anything like that.” You answered truthfully making his pupils blow up swallowing the brown colour that was there.

“Can I claim your first kiss, pretty girl?” He whispered as he dipped down brushing his nose against yours.

“Please.” You sighed desperately, his breath fanning against your lips.

There were no more words exchanged as his lips pressed against yours. You gasped at the electric feeling of his lips massaging your own. He was taking it slow, but you could feel his desperation as his hand that was flat against the door clenched as if he was holding himself back.

Your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck as you pulled him against you. His fingers left your chin and wrapped around your waist as he got as close as he could whilst tilting his head to one side to deepen the kiss. His tongue swiped against your lower lip, begging for entrance which you gave him.

Despite it being your first kiss, you followed his movements easily as if you’d been doing this your whole life. His tongue tangling with yours as his hand dug into your denim covered hip before it cautiously slid around your love handles until his hand slid into your back pocket, squeezing your ass a little. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling causing him to pull away and look down at you with hooded eyes.

“Can’t be making sexy little noises like that, love.” Fred groaned as his head fell against your collar bone.

“Sorry, Freddie.” You whispered shyly as you let your hands fall from around his neck.

“I would really like if you would be my girlfriend?” He chuckled softly as he stood up straight, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I would very much love to be your girlfriend, Fred Weasley.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in his chest.

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The next few weeks went by quickly and everything kind of fell into place. You and Fred spend all your spare time together, you had even stayed the night in his room one time. So, when you woke up at almost 8am you decided to sneak into Freds room hoping he wouldn’t mind a few cuddles before breakfast.

You didn’t bother changing out of the oversized Gryffindor sweater that was Fred’s as you jogged out your room towards the boy's dorm. When you got to his door you quietly opened the door hoping not to wake him only to find Fred sat up, naked with his cock in his hand.

You instantly flushed but instead of covering your eyes you let yourself admire him. Your eyes flittering from his eyes to his lip slowly down until you reached his hardened member. You were embarrassed but you couldn’t take your eyes away for some reason. Your thighs clenching together as you felt yourself growing wet.

“Enjoying the view, love?” He groaned as he pumped his hand over his cock a few times.

“Can I touch you, Freddie?” You asked bravely his eyes widening a little as you approached the bed chewing on your bottom lip.

“Baby, you can do whatever you want to me.” He chuckled as he pulled you onto the bed kissing the spot just behind your ear.

You had a feeling when you asked to touch him, he thought you were going to give him a simple hand job however, what Fred didn’t know about you was you had a serious oral fixation so when you pushed away from him and leant down to lick the tip of his cock he jolted in shock as he gripped the sheets beneath him.

“You don’t have t-”

“Do you know why I have to carry sweets around with me?” You asked softly making him frown a little as he shook his head.

“I have an oral fixation.” You giggled making him groan a little.

“Then be a good girl and open your mouth, baby.” Fred growled as he ran his thumb against your lower lip.

You complied with his request swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him in your mouth. You couldn’t explain why but the feeling of his long-hardened member in your mouth caused you to groan as you tried to clench your thighs again, stroking attempting to get any kind of friction. You sucked on him like he was one of the lolly's you carried with you, savouring the slight salty taste at the head of his tip.

He must've been doing this for a while before you got here because he seemed ready to burst already and you'd barely done anything. You slid him further down your throat until you felt your nose touching his pubic bone. He moaned your name rather desperately as he took in the sight of you deep throating his cock.

“Fuck, I'm gonna finish, love.” He groaned as he tried to pull out your mouth but you pushed back down and began deep throating him whilst your hand reached up to massage his balls.

He finally let out a string of curses as he came down your throat watching intensely as he watched you swallow every drop, even licking him clean once you'd pulled away. He stared down at you in a mix of amazement and lust as he pulled you upwards until you were hovering over his chest. You barely had chance to be embarrassed when he sunk down the bed lower and pulled your panties to the side, his tongue instantly licking a stripe up your wet slit.

You moaned in desperation as you lifted the quidditch shirt so you could see him buried in your pussy. He gazed up at you darkly as he began licking and sucking at your swollen bundle of nerves. You whimpered as his fingers dug into your ass cheeks making you grind down onto his tongue, the whole thing was embarrassing but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

He paused to help you tug off your panties before getting back into the same position, his tongue immediately getting to work again.

“Come on, sweet girl, use my tongue to get you off.” He pleaded before he continuously flickered his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck, Freddie.” You moaned loudly as you began thrusting against his tongue chasing the orgasm that was quickly building.

He kept still as he watched you unfold above him. You grabbed his hand and began sucking on two of his fingers which had him groaning beneath you as your thrusts became untimed, your orgasm finally ripping through you. You released his fingers and screamed his name as you finally climaxed against his tongue clenching against nothing.

Fred rolled over, flipping you on to your back, his face still between your thighs until he crawled upwards, his lips brushing against your neck leaving kisses and bites wherever his lips touched.

“Do you want to?” He trailed off but you knew what he meant and you nodded your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him up for a kiss.

“Need you, Freddie.” You moaned as you thrust up grinding your wet heat over his erection.

“So needy aren’t you, baby?” He teased darkly as he gripped your hip with one hand and used the other to guide his member to your entrance.

He pushed his tip inside, stretching you out, as he slowly pushed more of himself inside. It didn’t overly hurt until he finally broke through your barrier but that may be to do with the fact that you had done nothing but touch yourself whenever you were alone. Your thoughts constantly consumed by Fred.

You whimpered a little as he finally pushed all the way in. You could feel him touching every inch of you the pain faded faster than it came, causing you to grind against him wanting him to move. He groaned against your neck as he started thrusting your tight heat fluttering around him.

“You feel so tight, princess.” He growled as he pushed himself up with his arms, staring into your eyes as you clenched around him at the sound of the new nickname he’d just called you. Such a royal and flowery title sounded so dirty but so right the way he said it.

“Well, that’s a development isn’t it, princess.” He chuckled darkly as he gripped your left ankle flipping your leg to meet you other one in a foetal position, before he manhandled you onto your stomach before pulling your ass up so you were face down ass up.

It shouldn’t be that hot to be manhandled.

He began thrusting inside of you slowly but deeply as you got used to the new position. You moaned with almost every thrust of his hips, his hand slid from your hips to your ass cheeks, squeezing them harshly. The feeling of his hands on your ass had you moaning out his name loudly.

What happened next shocked you a little but more than anything it turned you on so much. His hand came down across your ass causing you to let out a small squeak of surprise before your pussy clenched around him tightly.

“I’m finding out all sorts of dirty little kinks you have, princess.” Fred mocked huskily as he bent over to press kisses on your spine, making you shiver; his thrusts turning torturously slow.

“No fair, wanna know your kinks.” You pout cutely over your shoulder making him smirk a little, at least until you flutter your lashes.

“Please.” As you muttered that tiny word, Fred’s smug face dropped into a dark lustful gaze as you felt him pulse against your walls.

“Is that one, Freddie? Hmm like it when I beg.” You teased as you pushed back to meet his slow thrusts causing him to go so deep your saw stars.

“Please, need you to fuck me with your big cock, Freddie. P-Please.” You moaned as you clenched around him.

“You beg so pretty, princess.” He growled against your back as his hand slid under you wrapping around your throat.

He lifted you both to an upright kneeling position, his hand resting loosely against your neck while his other wound down to start massaging your clit as he began fucking you harshly. The new speed causing your eyes to roll back as you threw your head back against his collar bone and turn to look at him as you felt your orgasm building up once again.

“I’m so close, baby.” He moaned huskily into your ear before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.

“Gonna cum inside me, Freddie?” You moaned with a filthy grin on your face making him growl against your cheek as his hand gripped your throat harder.

“Cum slut too, baby?” He whispered with a harsh dominance that had you gasping in a silent scream.

His fingers sped up on your clit as his thrust grew faster and faster as you whimpered against his neck. He began leaving hickeys on your neck as his hand gripped your hip as he began ramming into you like an animal.

“That’s it, princess, take it like a good girl.” He growled against your skin as his hands kept drawing soft but fast circles on your clit.

“I’m cummin’, Fred.” You moaned loudly as you grind into his fingers.

“Cum all over my cock, baby.” He whispered filthily in your ear making your orgasm rip through you, your sight became blurred and floaty as you zoned out for a second, thankfully you came back to, just in time to see Fred brows furrowed, biting his lip as he came inside you.

You stayed for a few minutes, using each other’s bodies to prop you up as you both recovered. When he finally looked down at you, you met his eyes and smiled up at him with a soft gaze.

“If it wasn’t obvious, that was amazing.” You giggled lazily making him chuckle.

“Yes it was.” He agreed as he finally pulled out.

You cleaned yourself up a little with wipes he gave you before coming back into bed with Fred and curling up together. Both of you drifting off rather quickly.

*********

Years later...

You could feel Fred’s naked chest against your back, so you spun around and snuggled into his naked chest but something felt off. That wasn’t Fred.

“George, what are you doing in mine and Fred’s bed?” You grumbled as you looked up at him with tired eyes.

“For the love of Merlin!” Fred exclaimed from somewhere outside the bedroom.

He came into the room with the tiny version of him tottering behind him. You smiled at the sight rolling over and picked up your little girl from the floor.

“I thought for sure you’d not recognise me if you were half asleep.” He grumbled with a pout.

“Even our daughter can’t tell!” He huffed making you laugh a little.

“She’s 3.” You deadpanned as George slid his T-shirt back on.

“We’ve been together 7 years, 4 of which we were married. Let it go, baby.” You chuckled as you stroked your daughters curly ginger hair away from her face.

“Maybe.” He snorted as he flopped on the bed as George muttered something about coffee, leaving the room.

“I love you, Fred Weasley.” You giggled as you bent down to peck his lips.

“I love you too, Y/N Weasley.” He replied with a smug smirk on his face.

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Chapter 2- The Talk

Summary: You find out your first mission is to Carentan with Easy Company. This will be your first jump with the boys, but there's some who are opposed to your tagging along to which Liebgott defends your honor.

Author's Notes: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFemMedic, Pre D-Day, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Aggression, Angst, Mentions of Sex, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, A League of Their Own Crossover Characters & Movie References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish/German/Dutch language with English translation, Smoking, Crying, Banter, Pining, FLUFF (Joe defends reader's honor)

German is identified with (g)

Yiddish is identified with (y)

Dutch is identified with (d)

Story takes place mid-late Episode 1- Currahee

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of the historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

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England

May 1944

Easy Company along with allied British forces locked down the town of Aldbourne. You and the only other two females (two aid station nurses) were finally allotted with a temporary hardened facility (instead of a tent) to yourselves just on the edge of the village.

You shared this space with Doris Murphy, and Mae Mordabito. They each sat on their own tufted lounge chair in their night gowns, gossiping about some of the officers they found attractive.

“Ok, so pick one: Spiers, Winters, or Nixon?” Mae purred in a breathy voice while smoking a cigarette.

“Ooo that’s a tough one, Mae.” Doris cooed with her heavy Statton Island accent.

Doris paused to think about it.

“Come on, Doris, it ain’t that hard.” Mae teased.

“Oh yeah? Who’d you pick then, Mae?” Doris prodded.

“Spiers for sure.” Mae replied almost immediately with honey in her voice.

“Ooooooo!” Doris squealed as they both giggled uncontrollably.

Their laughter was interrupted by you entering through the door in your linen robe and your hair wrapped in a towel carrying a shower caddie.

“Well, hello there, Y/N.” Doris welcomed teasingly.

“Doris.” You greet back with a faint smile.

“So, how’s Joe?” Mae asked sweetly with a shimmy.

You directed her a look of annoyance and a grin. You remained quiet, removing your hair from the towel.

“He walked you to the shower, didn’t he??” Doris squawked with shock.

Mae tittered biting her red manicured fingernail, waiting for you to admit it.

You ‘psh-ed’ through your teeth trying to suppress a laugh.

“Yeah, Doris, Liebgott walked with me to the shower.” You confirmed.

You never call him Joe in front of them or the other guys.

“And?” Mae pushed after you fell silent again.

You turned away slowly from your vanity to face them. They waited with excitement and impatience all over their faces, each on the edge of their seats.

“And he walked me back here.” You finished with a mischievous smirk.

They both groaned.

“He’s been walking you around every night for almost seven months now, honey, what’s the hold up??” Mae asked.

“He walks with me because it was a direct order, Mae. Winters doesn’t want me walking alone when it’s dark because there are hundreds of ravenous sexually deprived wolves out here waiting for the opportunity to get a Little Red Riding Hood all to themselves.” You explained plainly.

“I wear red under my uniform all the time.” Mae admitted with a wink after taking a long drag from her cigarette.

Mae being the more promiscuous kind, didn’t see a problem with hundreds of horny men in the general vicinity.

“Mae!!” Doris said clutching her chest with a gasp.

You laughed together as you continued to dry your wet hair.

“But seriously, though, that man’s got it bad for you, hun.” Mae continued.

“Yeah, real bad.” Doris emphasized.

You roll your eyes.

“I don’t think so, girls.” You argued.

“Oh yeah? You ever catch how he looks at you?” Doris challenged.

“Or how close he gets to you so he could smell your perfume?” Mae added.

“He does nothing of the sort.” You dismissed.

Doris and Mae looked at eachother.

“Ok, deny it all you want, Gams, Joe Liebgott is sweet...on...you!” Mae said booping you gently on the nose after each of the last three words of her sentence.

You huff then shook your head.

“Sure, Mae.” You say hoping it’ll end the conversation.

The three of you get into your respectable beds after Doris dimmed the lamp.

Silence and darkness filled the room and you almost drifted off to sleep until...

“AWOOOOOOOOOO!”

The three of you gasp, sitting straight up frozen from fear.

You started to hear snickering outside. Specifically, men laughing. You spring out of your bed and throw open the door catching Liebgott, Luz, Perconte, and Malarkey running up the road towards their end of town.

“LUZ! CONTE! MALARK! LIEB!! GODDAM LEATHERHEADS!!” You yelled out after them, genuinely furious and somewhat embarrassed.

The four soldiers stopped and turned to wave mockingly back at you, then all howled again.

You heard Mae and Doris giggle behind you.

You stood arms crossed staring back at the guys stunned by their immaturity.

You and Liebgott locked eyes. His playful smirk appearing across his face. You pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows shaking your head at him. He brought his fingertips to his lips blowing you a kiss, and winking as he turned on his heel with Malarkey pulling on his sleeve.

“They must’ve been listening to us.” Doris pointed out.

“If I’d have known that I would’ve had a thing or two to say about Luz.” Mae declared with a sultry smile.

You released an irritated breath, shook your head while slamming the rickety door.

“Idiots.” You whispered to yourself.

~~~~~~~

You left the town’s only serviceable cafe with a thermos of coffee and made your way towards the makeshift medical unit to start your day. You see Easy Company gathering in the field nearest to your workstation preparing for convoy exercises. Liebgott and Perconte ran over to chat with you.

“Hey! Sleep good last night, Gams?” Joe snickered.

You roll your eyes at him.

“Hey, why does Mae call you ‘Gams’ anyway?” Perconte asked genuinely clueless.

You and Joe looked at him perplexed.

“Really, Frank? Gams? Because Y/N’s got legs for days, you dunce.” Joe explained.

Perconte just nodded releasing an ‘ahhhh’ after it all came together in his head.

“And how would you know I have long gams, Lieb?” You interrogated crossing your arms.

Joe looked at you alarmed at first but recovered quickly.

“I can tell just by lookin’ at’chya.” He declared flirtatiously.

“Frank! Joe! Get over here!”

Lipton called Perconte and Liebgott back from across the field.

“See ya later, doll, gotta go.” Joe said quickly before rushing off.

You watch them run off until Mae’s voice breaks your focus.

“See? Told ya.” Mae gloated.

You looked at her and began to protest but she winked at you and waved you off before you could get a word in.

You growled lowly to yourself in frustration and proceeded to med storage to start inventory with Doc.

~~~~~~~

June 1944

You and Doc were instructed to attend a briefing with Easy Company. You sat in the rear with Doc while Captain Lewis Nixon spoke from a platform, referencing a map on easel.

"Sainte-Marie-du-Monte. Causeway number one. Causeway number two. The ultimate field problem. The estuary of the Douve River divides two beaches, code name Utah, here and Omaha, here. Seaborne Infantry will hit these beaches in force at a date and time to be specified."

Nixon proceeded after stepping down from the stage.

"H-Hour, D-Day. Airborne's objective, gentlemen, is to take the town of Carentan or Carentan, thus linking Utah and Omaha into a single continuous beachhead."

Lieutenant Meehan addressed all the companies from the platform, briefing the operation order of when and where to engage the focus targets which was a German garrison just beyond the Atlantic Wall where the troops were to drop 5 hours before the 4th Infantry lands on Utah.

“-Easy Company will destroy that garrison. Each trooper will learn this operation by heart and know {their} and every other outfit's mission to the detail." Meehan scanned the crowd making sure he still had everyone's attention before continuing.

"We’ll be having the best members of the wound care unit accompanying us as our designated field medics. Corporals Roe and Y/L/N. This will be L/N’s first jump with us, so keep an eye out for her, gents.” Meehan added with a fatherly expectant gaze across the crowd before him."

"You’re all released for the day. Police your gear, make sure you have what you need and ready to load up by 0700. Get outta here.” Nixon dismissed.

The men all rose from their seats and began filing out of the briefing area.

“Well, that was cheerful.” Luz voiced out loud to Perconte.

“What really grinds my gears is we got princess to babysit.” Guarnere bleated.

“Jeezuz Christ, Guarnere, give it a rest, will ya?” Luz barked.

“You know what your problem is? Your pride is still dented. She put you in your place in front of everyone with some politically correct facts about your bloodline. You just wanna give her shit every chance you get.” Corporal David Webster interjected.

“You can shut your mouth, Web.” Guarnere sneered.

“Hey, Guarnere, shut the fuck up.” Liebgott snapped.

“Hey, Joe, why don’t you shut the hell up. I wasn’t talkin’ to ya! Just because you wanna bed her don’t mean I gotta be nice to her.” Guarnere spit back.

Liebgott grabbed Guarnere by the shoulder, swinging him around, grappling him by the front of his uniform.

“You watch what you say about her.” Liebgott hissed at him.

Guarnere shoved Liebgott off him.

“Get your hands off me. And tell your girl that if she sees me in the field bleeding out, to keep her Mick-Deigo hands off me too. I’d rather die. Fuck the bote’of’ ya’s.” (The both of you) Guarnere snarled back, spitting at Joe’s feet before walking away.

Liebgott stared him down, chest heaving, until he disappeared around the corner.

“Let it go, Joe.” Bull said patting his shoulder a couple of times.

Liebgott glanced to the side barely catching you scurrying away towards your barracks.

“Pretty sure she heard all that.” Bull added.

“Yeah...I’ll go talk to her.” Liebgott said almost as a growl.

~~~~~~~

You sat in a rocking chair that one of the locals left behind in your sleeping quarters. Wrapped in one of the olive drab wool blankets that was standard issue for soldiers. You rocked back and forth gently, lost in the flame of your oil lamp until you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You call out.

“It’s Joe, Y/N.” Liebgott replied.

“It’s not even time for chow yet.” You responded as you checked your watch.

“I came here to talk, Y/N.” Liebgott clarified.

You exhaled loudly as you walked to the door and opened it. You found Joe leaning with his forearm against the trim of the doorway. Your heart danced a little as he looked at you through hooded lids.

Your breath hitched before you composed yourself.

“Talk about what?” You queried.

Joe slowly straightened up rocking back on his heels as he slipped his hands into his front pockets.

“About what happened back there.” He specified as he gestured with his head behind him.

“What’s to talk about? It don’t bother me.” You asserted in the most convincing voice you could muster.

Liebgott chuckled as he looked down at his boots then looked back at you.

“You ain’t foolin’ nobody, sweetheart.” He stated.

You looked off to the side avoiding eye contact with him.

“Can... I... come in?” He dared to ask.

You look at him appalled, grabbing the front of your robe.

“Excuse me?” You asked as you narrowed your eyes at him.

He laughed almost nervously.

“Look, I just thought it would be better to talk in private. Don’t worry, I won’t try anything fresh, ok? I swear.” He promised placing a hand over his heart.

The wheels in your head were working overtime. It must have shown on your face because Liebgott felt the need to be more reassuring.

“Nobody will see me come in or out. There’s nobody around right now anyway.” He pointed out stepping aside presenting the view behind him. You look beyond him and scan the area. He was absolutely right. It was a ghost town because it was getting dark. You look at him suspiciously.

“Fine.” You say curtly.

You step aside and let him pass through.

You secured the door behind you. He put his hands back in his pockets and started surveying the room.

“This is actually kinda nice.” He admitted with a nod.

“It serves its purpose.” You reply simply.

Liebgott sat on one of the tufted lounge chairs across from your vanity where you sat facing him. He rested each elbow onto each of his knees with his fingers interlock between, preparing himself to speak. You sat across from him, sitting with perfect posture and legs crossed and hands folded on your lap still avoiding eye contact.

“Jesus, will you relax?” Joe finally urged. “You look like I’m about to yell at you or something.” He added.

“I’m just waiting for you to talk. You said we should talk, not me.” You reminded.

He sat up and huffed while rolling his eyes.

“Ok fine. Du bist azoy ekshn (y) (You are so stubborn.)” Joe said under his breath in Yiddish.

“Ruf mikh nisht ekshnus (y) (Do not call me stubborn).” You shot back.

Liebgott looked at you baffled. He wasn’t sure if he actually heard what he heard.

“You...you speak Yiddish?” He managed to ask.

“Und Deutsch (g)(And German).” You added.

He just stared at you, eyes wide and utterly at loss for words.

“En Nederlands. (d)(And Dutch).” You continued.

The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

“That’s...that’s really something. You’re one up on me with Dutch.” He accredited.

“Well, that’s one of the other reasons I was assigned to Easy Company.” You revealed.

“Makes sense.” He summed up.

You took a deep breath to reset your patience.

“So, before you called me stubborn, you had something you wanted to discuss?” You prompted.

“Um, yeah. About what Guarnere said. I know you heard.” He expressed.

“Ok. So?” You reply briskly.

“So, I know it probably upset you. Bull even noticed. I wanted to make sure what he said didn’t bring you down too much.” Joe explained.

You walked back to your rocking chair, tucked your knees up to your chest as you rewrapped yourself in the wool blanket. You buried your face in your ‘cocoon.’ Joe got up and squatted next to you, placing one hand on your exposed foot from under the blanket, the other on the armrest of the chair to steady it from rocking.

“Y/N?” He said softly, his head tilted so he could look into your eyes if you happened to look up.

You cautiously lifted your head from hiding, only to meet his concerned gaze. Tears had welled up in your eyes, but not from hurt pride or sadness. These were tears of anger and confusion.

“I just don’t understand...” You began. Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from choking down your tears, and it hurt your throat to speak anymore. Joe waited silently, just letting you vent. The hand he had on your foot gently squeezed and released in an attempt to sooth your frustration.

“Just because I’m a woman? Because I’m from Chicago? Or that I’m Italian and Irish?” Your words stumble out, as the tears start to flow staining wet streaks down your cheeks.

Joe was steadfast and quiet, hanging on your every angered word.

“I feel like nobody takes me seriously, Joe.” You finally make eye contact with him as you sniffle. “A woman can’t be their own entity in a man’s world without being someone’s ‘girl.’ Like I can’t possibly do anything on my own because I’m a female and in the Army working alongside men.” You concluded your rant by resting your chin on your knee, staring out into the room lost in your own thoughts.

Joe shifted closer to you.

“You know that’s not true, right?” He whispered to you, almost in your ear.

“What isn’t?” You asked.

“That nobody takes you seriously. The guys, well, they like ya. Except Guarnere, of course, but nobody listens to him.” You both chuckle together.

You dried some of the tears with your blanket.

“Anyway, what I’m trying to get at here, is that we respect you for what you do for us and glad to have you on our side. Woman or man, you’ve shown us you won’t take anyone’s shit and that we can depend on you to have our backs out there. And I’ll always have yours.” He reassured you.

You looked at him surprised after catching that last part.

“I mean, we’ll always have your back.” He tried correcting himself as he leaned back to put a little space between the two of you since he was close enough to your face he could’ve practically kissed you. For a split second, you almost thought he was going to.

You decided to let his little unprecedented confession slide so you wouldn’t embarrass him or yourself.

“Thanks, Joe.” you said fondly with a weak smile.

“Anytime, Gams.” He said teasingly.

You exchange a smile.

The door suddenly swung open as Mae and Doris crashed through the threshold. They froze when they saw you and Liebgott next to eachother in the corner of the room. An impish grin spread across Mae’s face as her eyes flitted back and forth between you and him.

“Hey, Joe, whaddya know?” Mae asked in her playful kittenish tone.

Doris shamelessly laughed, enjoying the torture you were enduring.

Joe stood up progressively, then faced her.

“Hey, ‘All the way Mae’ whaddya say?” He puffed his chest out triumphantly, quite proud of his comeback.

You hiccupped from shock, covering your mouth to suppress your laugh. You stood up placing a hand on Liebgott’s shoulder gently pushing him towards the door.

“Thanks for the pep talk, Liebgott. I’ll see you later.” He looked over his shoulder at you.

“I’ll be back at 1830.” He told you before striding to the door. Mae and Doris were coyishly smiling as he passed them. When the door closed behind him the floodgates opened.

“Y/N!!” Doris shrieked.

“Spill the beans, honey! How was he??” Mae asked implying you had sex with Liebgott.

You could tell the anticipation was killing them. You looked back and forth between both of them, almost considering going along with the ruse that you had slept with Joe, but decided against it because Doris and Mae would tell everyone they knew about it.

“You two are ridiculous.” You finally said.

“Awww, so no details??” Doris asked disappointed.

“Doris, don’t you get it? It means she didn’t screw him.” Mae explained rolling her eyes walking away annoyed and disinterested.

You laughed to yourself, then decided to freshen up your puffy face before Joe got back.

~~~~~~~

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland | Grandparents Misconception

I think we all can agree that the boys in Twisted Wonderland are top tier. And when they get transported into your world their beauty is just so otherworldly some people may not understand it. Especially if your grandparent is certain that this is a girlfriend of yours. You don’t know if it's out of spite or just bad vision but you just hope you can calm your boyfriend before he uses his unique magic on your meemaw.

Ft: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge

Leona Kingscholar

“Oh wow you’re girlfriend sure is muscular! What are you feeding her, protein shakes?”

*Growl*“WHAT!?”

You can talk to him, warn him all you’d like before

He’s still losing his cool and you’re fighting him from turning your grandparent to sand

He’s incredibly mad

What about him looks like a girl!??!

While he doesn't inherently think woman are weak quite the opposite actually

But he also knows for an older person in your world this isn't exactly compliment

He’s underhandedly insulting them the rest of your visit

And if they don’t go missing mysteriously in the next week than he’s scowling whenever you mention them

“Just cause they’re related to you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let them insult me.”

The problem is if they refuse to listen to you explain it makes you have to compensate for them

Kisses, uninterrupted nap times, cuddles, and if he’s angry enough some hanky panky because he’s not letting some ‘bag of bones’ trample all over his pride

“I bet your girlfriend can move these crates just fine.”

“Yeah this~ girlfriend~ can move that. Almost as good as I screw your–”

“Leona!”

Vil Schoenheit

“Wow, your girlfriend is so pretty! I wonder if it's all make up or if it's natural!”

“Hahaha I’m happy you find me so attractive but I’m actually male. I’ll admit not many are as well-versed in the art of makeup but I assure you this is only an enhancement to my beauty.”

He’s not immediately offended

Instead opting to properly advocate for himself

If your grandparent is genuinely unable to see he won’t be mad

But if it's on purpose he’s a lot more spiteful

“If you're so fooled by my basic skin routine, maybe I can recommend something to help with your obvious condition.”

He’s less likely to outright complain about them

Instead silently hating them

Especially if they clean up their act around you

“No no Baba this is Vil my boyfriend…he said you kept calling him a girl.”

“Oh no worries child I understand, just a little mistake earlier. Slip of the tongue.”

“Oh okay then I’m glad.” *Walks away*

“...For someone claiming to be a boyfriend you sure gossip a lot…like a girl.”

😡

While meeting with them as you grow closer Vil just prepares himself

Even as their underhanded insults get more intense and more hard hitting he still won’t do anything

It isn’t until they loudly proclaim how they’d never agree to you tying the knot

That’s where he draws the line

It isn’t hard to slip an untraceable poison in their morning water

Or a simple poison to increase the alcohol in their blood

And you’d be none the wiser when you lean against him as they lower the coffin

Vil’s a good actor though so he won’t laugh just yet not until his performance is up

“I’m so sorry (Y/n) it's a shame they had to go before we could make such an important announcement. If it's any comfort your skin is glowing today, no doubt thanks to my skin care brand.”

Idia Shroud

“I know your girlfriend’s shy and all but can she actually help entertain the guests? This behavior is ridiculous!”

“B-but I’m not a g-gir–”

“I already told you he isn’t a fan of parties anyway.”

“Too bad. If she wants to be with you she’s going to have to! And while you're at it, fix her makeup.”

He knew he should have taken you seriously when you warned him of what your family was like

And while he agreed on the high he got from your immediate praise

He regrets it now

Especially since he keeps getting called your girlfriend

Adding Insult to injury they're demanding extroverts

The only way he’s getting past his dormant position is when he finally matches head to head with your grandmother in a game

“That was your fatal flaw…You’re trying to take down the boss on his own territory!”

“W-what b-but I’ve been playing this game for years, h-how?”

“And for the record I’m their boyfriend!”

He’s more annoyed with the circumstances than the situation of being called your girlfriend

He’s cringing at the thought of showing he’s your boyfriend by normie standards

So he’s doing it through different methods

Funny shirts that point to him being your boyfriend

Flashing your matching accessories from an anime

Putting a gadget on you that pages you with an automated voice

‘Boyfriend would like you to make a plate for him at the buffet’

Lilia Vanrouge

“Your girlfriend is quite cute! How did you meet?”

“At college, we’ve been together ever since!”

He’s not immediately going to refute the claim

It doesn’t really matter to him

Even when their gifted a few dresses or shoes

He thinks its funny

he definitely jokes about it at home with you

“Come on (Y/n)! Aren’t you going to take your girlfriend out?”

“Ugh we really have to clear that up.”

It really won’t bother him until he’s actually trying to do things and your grandparent is still keen on their own opinion

“I’m actually a man so I would appreciate it if you officially referred to me as (Y/n)’s boyfriend on official documents.”

“But (Y/n) doesn’t have a boyfriend. They have a cute little girlfriend.”

“....I’m their boyfriend. I’m also a father.”

“You’re so silly they wouldn’t date someone like that.”

“...”

“....”

"..."

"😊"

“😡”

He’ll be very patient instead leaving it to you to set things straight

And if that doesn’t work he decides he doesn’t care anymore

And that he doesn’t care for your grandparent

So on holiday’s when your making your phone calls and sending invitations to your grandparent

He’s accidentally letting the letter burn

And he won’t suggest it getting lost in the mail until the day before

“That’s unfortunate, we'll just have to remember to do it next time.”

We won’t

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zhongrin · 2 years

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homecoming

◇ a/n ◇ A VERY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY CUTEST COUSIN SLASH SAMOYED PUPPY LIA @seelestia!!!! 💐🎊🎉

i am wishing you all the best in life and in this joyous day i would like to congratulate you by the bestest present of all-

a n g s t :)

that's right it's your favorite harbinger of tears <3

◇ characters ◇ ayato

◇ tags ◇ angst (but it doesn't hurt that bad i promise i'm no monster <3), fem pronouns used for reader

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

every thirteenth of the tenth month, lord kamisato ayato always purchases a large number of flowers.

every flower vendor in inazuma city knows of this. it has become somewhat of a tradition for them to set up their freshest, loveliest flowers in front of their shops the day before, when the yashiro commisioner himself will personally visit and choose one shop that catches his eye, to place a ginormous order of a collection of flowers for the next day. the cost of such a bountiful and lavishly decorated bouquet, spruced up with only the best silk ribbons and the most intricate wrapping papers, could probably feed a normal peasant family for a whole two weeks.

though none has truly witnessed him giving you the gift directly, they are quite convinced that the gift is merely one of the many presents that kamisato ayato purchased for you - his beloved lover.

and so this year, it was a shock for them to see the lord of the clan unyieldingly following the tradition.

as usual, ayato surveys the selection of flowers in front of the various stalls. and if the selection of beautiful blooms were less than the year before, he does not show any sign of disappointment. with a neutral expression on his handsome face, he ever so gracefully walks towards the one shop that catches his fancy - one with camellias and [flower]s displayed outside - and places an order for an extravagant bouquet to be sent to the kamisato residence, at eight am sharp tomorrow. the shopkeeper nods and gives him a wry smile, but dares not ask further.

when the florist brings the assembled order the next day, you do not open the door to welcome them, unlike the previous few years back when the same shop was selected to undergo the same task. instead of your cheerful smile which turns into a bashful giggle upon seeing the large present, the esteemed younger lady of the clan is the one who accepts the delivery with a solemn smile.

ayaka thanks them politely and scurries back inside. her steps are hurried but her arms carefully try to balance the enormous item, making sure she doesn't accidentally damage any of the beautiful plants.

she arrives at your office soon after and manages to somehow knock after maneuvering the bouquet in her arms. after a short wait, she slides the door open and meets her brother's eyes.

you're nowhere in sight.

with a heavy exhale, the shorter sibling steps into the room and closes the door behind her. ayato accepts the outlandishly large bunch of flowers with a smile, although his eyes stay darkened and cold as the ice that spawns from his sister's cryo vision.

there is no exchange of words. ayaka watches silently as her brother turns to face your desk, which is still a tad messy, as if you've just worked on there and had just left for a bathroom break. no one had dared to clean it up, for the master of the house himself had sternly commanded for it to stay untouched. and she understands.

for it is one of the last few traces that's left of you in the estate.

ayato's eyes are affixed on the photo frame on your desk. one that displays you and him on your first anniversary, with you laughing at the kamera and himself sporting the same smile, only that instead of looking into the lens of the contraption, he was looking at you. there's clear adoration and love in his eyes, both within the picture and within his eyes that are reflecting the print itself.

"brother...," ayaka starts, pauses, and continues when she receives no interruptions, "forgive my presumptuousness... however, i still think you should join the search for-"

"and leave my responsibilities like an irresponsible adult?" ayato gives his sister a bitter smile, "you know i cannot do such a thing, given my position."

the young lady bows her head in shame and apology, but the soft pat of her older sibling's hand on top of her head tells her that he wasn't mad at all.

"besides, she would have hit me for doing so. don't you think?"

"ah...," a small smile blooms on shirasagi himegimi's lips, as a voice replays at the back of her head - a familiar voice chastising her brother for deliberately skipping a small fraction of work in favor of spending time with her, just after their engagement was finalized.

"... she will always find her way back to us," the soft blue-haired man says, both to convince himself and reassure his only family left, "we just have to keep trying and believing."

"y-yes. yes, you are right."

"...."

ayato places the bouquet of flowers on your desk and grazes his fingers tenderly across the polished frame of your picture together, before exiting the room with ayaka in tow.

— happy birthday, my love. i know you are alive out there, somewhere. please hold on for me. let us celebrate this occasion next year in each other's arms.

a petal of your favorite flower falls onto the floor.

ps. if you want to be removed/added from the taglist, just send an ask!

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onedaughterofman · 2 years

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Enough (Papa Emeritus IV x g/n reader)

Summary: No matter what he does, Terzo's shadow always follows him.

Tags: References to the Grammys, cussing, self-esteem issues, fluff and a bit of angst, emotional hurt/comfort. Short fic.

A/N: The official Grammy's account posted Ghost's nomitation for "Call me little sunshine" using Terzo's pic instead of Popia. THAT'S A FUCKING CRIME. MY MAN DESERVES BETTER AND I WILL NOT BE SILENCED.

Anyway, angst fuel.

“Those… motherfuckers!”

Copia paces around the room, arms gesticulating in every direction as he rants. It is unusual to see him so irritated, upset. A part of you wonders why something so foolish seems to bother him that much.

“They know nothing, Papa,” you whisper, letting out a deep sigh when he continues to walk around the room. “It’s just a stupid picture.”

“No! It’s not!”

The yell takes you by surprise. Your brows furrow high on your face, as his voice becomes softer, full of air when he continues. “It’s… fucking not.”

Something is wrong. Copia never yells, especially not at you. The guilt on his face obscures his factions, causing the wrinkles on his forehead to deepen as he walks in your direction. Kneeling in front of you, he places his hands on your knees.

When Copia looks up again, there's a faint glow on his eyes. “I’m ashamed, amore. Perdonami, ti prego.”

It's impossible to reject his apologies when his head meets your thighs, heavy with the weight of his worries. Copia doesn't seem to mind being on the hard floor, because he maneuvers his body to rest in a comfortable embrace as his arms wrap around your abdomen.

In a silent manifestation of your forgiveness, your fingers card through his disheveled hair, nails lightly scratching at his scalp. Copia lets out another audible sigh before you speak up. “This is not about them using Terzo’s picture instead of yours, right?”

For a long moment, he doesn’t reply. Then, gradually, his head shakes. You can’t inspect his face, but the way he clings tighter to you is a visible indicator of his distress. His muscles are tense, almost as if he's getting ready to bolt out of the room at any second. “Haven’t I…” Copia begins, inhaling. “Haven’t I given enough?”

There's nothing that can prepare you for the shock that fills your core when you realize he's silently crying. The tears cling to the corners of his eyes when he looks up to you, a sad furrow on his brows. His mouth is tilted downwards, lip trembling with every sob that he refuses to let out.

Before you manage to state anything, Copia continues. “I did everything they demanded, everything they told me to. And it’s not enough. It’s never enough.”

Oh. Now, you understand better. This goes way beyond a picture or even a nomination. Copia is insecure, as he has always been, way before he became Papa. “The Academy knows nothing. It’s just a stupid award.”

“Terzo won it. I didn’t. And… it’s not only about it. I’ll never be enough for the old man, or for Sister. Fuck, she can’t even call me Papa. I’m worthless, I’m a failure! I'll never be more than just a… cheap copy of Terzo.”

Copia hides his face on your thighs again, body shaking with heartfelt anguish. You know how much this wounds him, how hard the comparison between him and the other Papas have eroded his already poor self-esteem.

It doesn't make sense to you. Yes, it might be true he’s different than his predecesors, but he’s so talented and wonderful in your eyes. If only he could see, you think. If only he could perceive himself the same way you see him. When he’s on the stage, singing in front of a thousand of fans, he shines brighter than any other star in the dark sky. And oh, how much you love to be near him, to bask in his light and walk by his side.

Without hurrying, your arms embrace him back as much as you can. Your palms caress his back, up and down his spine, until you feel his breathing become less shallow, only a bit less shaky. “Papa,” you begin, voice in a whisper. “I can’t speak for the rest, but I know one thing.”

His cheeks are damp when you grab his face, forcing his gaze to meet yours. There are dark traces of smudged paint on his skin, spots you clean with the pad of your thumb. “I love you, and don't care about what Sister, Nihil or anybody out there thinks about you. I understand if you have doubts, but please don’t talk like that about the man I’ve fallen in love with.”

Gradually, Copia’s gloved hands cover yours. His eyes are glossy, immense and brimming with emotions that swirl inside his pupils. He’s speechless, mouth slightly agape as he struggles to find the words he wants to say.

“There’s one thing about my man. He’s wonderful to me, so talented and loving,” you continue, letting your fingers trace his face. “Please, be kind to him. Try loving him as much as I do.”

For a long moment, Copia remains silent. Then, his head falls back to your lap as his arms embrace your abdomen again. “I can’t promise anything,” he whispers, like a secret only meant for you to listen. “But I’ll try if you promise you’ll never leave me. Stay with me, forever.”

A soft smile stretches your lips as you nod. “Only if you stay with me, then.”

He does. For long minutes to come, he stays kneeling in front of you, lost in your tender embrace.

Ps: I wrote this in one sitting before going to sleep. Ghost deserves so much better when it comes to awards.

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sonicasura · 18 days

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Man, if the TFP Bots and Cons thought Kong was the top of the food chain, wait til they see Godzilla or Ghidorah. Not sure Godzilla would take kindly to aliens on his world like Kong though.

The first encounter is during the One Shall Rise 3 Parter. Now I must explain Godzilla's role and a bit about Hollow Earth. You can thank Unicron being the planet's core for this.

Hollow Earth is essentially a completely separate dimension altogether. It was supposed to be inside the planet but Unicron's parasitic nature had force it to become a parallel satellite of sorts. To keep Dark Energon from leaking through the natural portals, Titans have adapted to absorb and filter it into harmless radiation.

Godzilla's species are Unicron's prison wardens. Leeching away at his strength until the day comes where he becomes a silent metal husk that supports the planet. On the day he would awaken, one Titanus Gojira will go to the core and sap Unicron's strength til he falls into stasis. Meanwhile the other titans handle the abundance of Dark Energon.

When Unicron's stone avatar manifested Team Prime would never expect backup they received in the form of Godzilla. Nor was anyone ready for the dark deity to say 'Not you again' with sheer frightful familiarity. Miko calls the thermonuclear lizard Godzilla instead of Gojira cause she thinks the name sounds more wicked.

The King dispatches the avatar and everyone is surprised that the area had completely stabilize. Ratchet deduces Godzilla might be one of Earth's natural defenses. Something further proven when the giant lizard shows up at the core while Optimus and Megatron are there.

Godzilla begins to leech Unicron of his energy, filtering it so he could bathe the colossus in an Atomic Breath. A process that keeps the Unmaker asleep with the radiation further weakening him. Megatron immediately flees as he knows he can't fight Godzilla.

Optimus stays behind to help seal Unicron much to Big G's surprise. This gesture leads to Godzilla taking Prime instead once the bot falls into stasis. You can bet the Orion Pax incident just reached a new level of insanity as both factions now have to wrangle the King of Monsters for OP.

And Godzilla is not the type to take thieves lightly.

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tr4sh-jam · 2 years

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you look better in black

Tw/An- English is not my first language so bare with me I'm sorry if some of the words don’t make sense also depending if I don't get lazy I will be making this into a series and if i do it will follow the book and shows dark theme meaning all the deaths coming forward will be in the book with a few expectations also i will be making a part two with the whole ep 8 by the end of tmr so don’t worry, one last thing y/n does still have feelings for jace they both do but she wont show it like crazy

You never saw yourself being a queen or sitting on the iron throne. It seemed like it wasn't something you'd be suitable for. You thought that your brother would be horrendous at it. Knowing he was a creep and a drunk, the kingdom was bound to be doomed, if your mother Alicent went with her plan of making your brother Ageon the next king.

"Princess, your mother has called you and your siblings into her room." one of your maids spoke, making you snap out of your thoughts, "Isn't that nice," you say, knowing what your mother was going to bark at the four of you, hastily gather yourself, you sprint towards her chambers, as you open the door, your mother gestures for you to hurry and close the door.

"As the four of you know, Rhaenyra is arriving with her children. I want you all to be on your best behavior, especially since your father is at his worst as of right now," she stated

"You all don't understand the amount of danger we are in. Once Rahenyra sits on the throne, we're all at risk."

"Then we won't pose a threat to her; none of us truly wish to sit on the throne," you said, knowing she wouldn't listen to you. Instead, she screamed at the four of you until she told you all to get out.

"so much for trying to make this better," you mumbled to Aegon and Aemond as you walked through the halls

"Well, you know what would make things better," he said while smirking. You scoff knowing where this is going. He was genuinely disgusting you thought.

"Don't you have a wife and children to be taking care of?" you inquire while hearing Ameond snicker.

"I don't see why-" Ameond cuts him off and grabs your hand.

"Sister and I have some things to tend to. If you don't mind us brother, we'll be going," he says in a very annoyed tone

“He’s a fucking cunt, mother intends to make that thing king….a fucking horse would do better” you state angrily while walking to the courtyard with your brother.

“Mother wouldn’t like it if she heard you say that” Ameond states jokingly.

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You silently watch your brother spare with ser Cole until you feel a presence behind you.

Does your heart skip? Stop? You can't make out what it was, but you can’t move, the one person you never wanted to see after that night, the very night that made your brother lose his eye.

You snap out of your thought once again at your brother's voice, “Nephews, have you come to train?” he says while smirking seeing that their smiles dropped after seeing ameond, it almost made you laugh.

“Don’t be harsh brother they just arrived treat them right,” you say with a teasing grin

You all stop to look at the gates being opened, your eyes landing on Vaemond Velaryon. This was going to be something you thought after seeing Lucery’s face.

“This will be fun” your brother voiced out

You turn to face him and say “Seems so….”

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You and your family gathered in the throne room, proudly wearing a Hightower green dress.

You felt a pair of eyes on yourself, it was Jace, you wouldn't lie and say he hasn't gotten more attractive over the years, but you felt like the eye contact you both held lasted for hours until your brother made you snap out of it

“Who do you think will win?” he questioned

“Isn’t it obvious?” you said turning your body away from him

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“Though it is the great hope of this court that lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds, we gather here with a gripping task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark” he announced. “As the hand, I speak with King’s voice” you held back an eye roll as he sat down on the throne. “The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon”

“My queen.” he greeted your mother by nodding his head. “My Lord Hand.” he turned to otto. “We all know the history of our noble houses extends beyond the seven kingdoms to the days of old Valyria. For as long as house Targaryen ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our four bearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail it would mean the end to their bloodline and to their name”

You couldn’t help but yawn, turning to Amend. “Didn’t think we’d be getting a history lesson on something we already knew about instead of an appeal” you voiced, the boy simply smiling at her words.

He continued to go on about being the only one with true Velayron blood. “I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins.”

You turn your attention to Aemond “if he truly cared about blood we wouldn’t be here….unless he thinks of Luke and Jace as bastards.” you voiced out with a cheeky grin.

“As which he does dear sister..this won’t end well,” he says while smiling at you.

Your mother turns to the both of you and gives you a glare making the both of you shut up.

“As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon.” Rhaenyra butted in, but Vaemond didn’t turn around and face her, he stared blankly at the wall listening to her words. “If you cared so much about your house’s blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be as bold to supplant the rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and your own ambitions.”

“You will have your chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaenmond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard.” Vemaond turned to Rhaenyra with a smug grin on his face.

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After Vaemond finally finished his speech it was Rhaenyras turn as she spoke as the throne room doors opened.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of his name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the seven kingdoms, and protector of the realm.” Otto finally gets off the throne, being seemingly as shocked as everyone around him.

With his walking stick, he limped inside the hall, you and Helaena share looks of worry for your father as he walked past them, “this is sad” you mutter to Helaena, as you watch your father's crown fall and attempt to pick it up, only to be aided by his brother Daemon.

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“I will not let my house go to this…” vaemond started. You couldn’t help but smile, there goes someone's life you thought.

“Say it..”

You couldn’t make out who said that but you knew they had the same idea as everyone in here, everyone knew what lord Vaemond was going to say even the king

“HER CHILDREN ARE BASTARDS” he yelled out

“AND SHE IS A….WHORE”

The king got up and pulled out his dagger “I will have your tongue for that”

Only as no one expected Daemon Targaryen rose, slicing through his skull like butter, starling everyone, out of instinct you covered your sister's eyes shielding her from the bloody view. “He can keep his tongue,” he said cooly

“What an interesting day” you murmured.

As though it couldn’t get more interesting the king announced you to be bothered to Jace and his brother to be bothered to Baela, “What the fuck” you whispered while looking over at Jace, he seemed not to have known.

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missmonsters2 · 2 years

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Moments of Regret

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda has never done something she didn't end up regretting at some point. You're no different.

Warnings: A N G S T

Note: I wanted to contribute Angst August too!! No, there is no part 2 :-)

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

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Wanda wonders if her life is just made up of moments of regret. She regrets being an experiment, even if it did give her powers. She regrets helping Ultron, which ultimately leads to Pietro's death. She regrets not training more and accidentally blowing up a building with people inside. She regrets being unable to save her teammates after Thanos.

She regrets Westview even if it was a beautiful dream for just a moment. She regrets letting her loneliness allowing herself to fall in love with someone so lovely as you because all Wanda knows is how to ruin things.

Wanda stares at you from the bar while you're on the dance floor, smiling, spinning, and laughing with Yelena. It's a beautiful sight to see, really. Wanda can't help but be so thankful you can still look like that after what she's done to you.

It's just another thing to regret, really, Wanda thinks. How could she possibly believe she'd be happy with Vision again once his new body had regained all of his memories? She was sure she could've returned to that dream of them together and eventually having kids like Billy and Tommy. Her magic could do anything, so it was worth trying again, wasn't it?

And while she missed Billy and Tommy more than words could ever say, and she still loved Vision, it wasn't the same anymore. Had that been because of you?

Wanda watches you throw your head back, letting out such a freeing laugh at whatever Yelena was saying as you danced that it was physically gut-wrenching to see.

Jealous.

A hot, uncomfortable, burning pit of jealousy forms in Wanda's gut. She has no right to it and is all too aware of that. But still, that should be her.

Wanda pictures it, herself in Yelena's place, holding you and spinning you, saying things that no one else can hear just in the hopes that you'll laugh like you are now.

"Stare any harder and I think you'll bore a hole in Yelena's head."

Wanda doesn't need to look to see that it's Bucky who slides up to her with his own drink.

"You cut your hair," Wanda says instead.

"Yeah, Sam was ragging on me saying it was getting too long," Bucky grumbles.

"Why does Sam care?" Wanda asks, only mildly curious.

Bucky was silent for a moment, the ice clanking around in his glass.

"I don't think he does," Bucky finally says. "I think he knows that I don't like it too long since it reminds me of...and well, I can put things off for too long when I'm in my head."

The answer makes Wanda's heart sting a little. She hears echoes of your voice nagging her to get her hair trimmed when the split ends were getting out of control, and no—she couldn't use magic, not after the last time she accidentally made herself bald.

"Do you miss her?" Bucky asks, addressing the elephant in the room and Wanda's unwavering stare.

Wanda doesn't even know how to answer it. How does she convey that she misses you more than anything? The ache she feels makes breathing so painful, like she's inhaling dry, icy air. She would trade anything just for you to come back to her, and she'd give anything to undo all the hurt she's put you through.

"Yeah," is all Wanda can say.

Bucky sighs. "I don't want to get in the middle of it but she missed you too."

"Missed?" Wanda dryly smiles, feeling like pins pricked her.

"Well, I don't know anymore, we don't talk about you these days," Bucky shrugs. "But when you first left her, she didn't leave my couch for weeks. I had to get a new apartment just so she'd have a bedroom."

"I know," Wanda somehow heard it through the grapevine, which meant she heard it from Sam. "That was really nice of you to let her stay."

"I think I needed her company just as much as she needed mine. I couldn't get along with Sam at the time, and Steve had just...vanished, and well," Bucky shrugs again. Wanda thinks wryly he's such a man of many words.

"Anyway, she just couldn't talk about you at all at first," Bucky licks his bottom lip. "She just cried until there was nothing and I just—I've been through so much too but watching her was just so harrowing. She was trying to make herself smaller and dismissing the entire thing just so the crying would stop—"

"Why are you telling me this?" Wanda hisses, feeling something so miserable dredge inside her; she thought she would throw up.

"Because I want you to really understand how hard it was for her to get back to where she is now," Bucky bluntly told her. "I want you to understand that in her situation, I would've wanted to just give up, but she kept stupidly stumbling her way through it, getting lost so many times, but kept going even when she didn't want to. I want you to understand how many therapy sessions she paid out of pocket to go to when her work couldn't cover anymore. I want you to understand selfishly how I felt when I heard her laugh at the sitcoms she wouldn't watch anymore and what it was like to see her dance with absolutely no rhythm in the kitchen with nearly burnt eggs and pancakes."

"Bucky—"

"I want you to understand because she's coming this way and you could probably show her that you love her still and she should give you one more chance, but I want you to really consider it because you don't know what the last 2 years were like and if you ruin her again, I will genuinely manifest into the universe for shitty things to happen to you."

"Bucky!" You grin widely as you approach them, and to Wanda's surprise and to your credit, you keep the grin when you turn to her. "Wanda," you greet her as well.

"Hey, doll," Bucky grins back at you as if he didn't just rip into Wanda and kick her in her metaphorical nuts.

"Ugh, I keep telling you doll is too outdated now," you groan with a roll of your eyes before you smile manically at him. "Try saying, 'hey, bae,' instead."

Bucky's face contorted in disgust, his lip curling at you. "You'll have to brainwash me to get me to say that."

You let out a laugh that seems to light up the room they're in now and the metaphorical room of Wanda's heart.

"What's got you laughing like a goat over there anyway?" Bucky asks while you slap him on the arm, and Wanda feels inclined to as well because your laugh might as well be angels singing.

"Yelena keeps making jokes about all the men here with porno staches. It has to be a new trend, I swear. Like 90% of the men here have it and it's so gross," you crinkle your nose.

Bucky snorts, "Yeah, I don't get the youngsters so don't look at me."

"Sam would never let you live it down if you got a porno stache. He probably wouldn't even let you within 20 feet of his sister either, and you'd just hate that, wouldn't you?" You smirk while Bucky scowls at you.

Wanda's finding it hard to jump into the conversation, but she's not even sure if she'd be welcomed.

"Ha-ha," Bucky lets out with a straight face. "I'm going to go before you try to trick me into learning more of your dumb lingo."

"Aw, but you got a real good lesson on how to use manifestation," you smile and chuckle.

Wanda idly thinks it's a little amusing for Bucky to use manifestation when he was lecturing her. But there isn't too much time to think about it when she's left alone with you.

"Can I get a water?" You ask the bartender.

"Already too drunk?" Wanda asks, a little surprised. She's been watching you the entire night, including that you only had 3 drinks.

"I think the whole covid thing ruined my alcohol tolerance," you snort. "I get tipsy off of coolers now."

Wanda finds it almost strange how easy it is to slip back into conversation with you and how it makes her feel like she's at home and everything in the universe is okay.

"How have you been?" Wanda asks after a while, watching you sip on your water. "You look good."

"Amazing," you smile. "I got a promotion at work and I've taken some time off to go traveling. I annoy Bucky on a daily basis while he pretends he doesn't enjoy it and I go on walks every day with Yelena and Fanny."

Something drops in Wanda's stomach.

"Oh, are you and Yelena...?" Wanda trails because she just can't bring herself to say it out loud.

You laugh lightly. "No, we get that a lot though. I think she's seeing someone else but I have yet to get it out of her."

It should be illegal how much relief floods through Wanda.

"How have you been? I heard you left Vision."

You should be talking about it spitefully, almost smugly, but you don't. You genuinely sound sad for her, but Wanda shrugs.

"It just wasn't what I wanted, I guess."

It seems like there's a plethora of words on the tip of your tongue, but you don't say anything about it.

"You've been good, though?" You ask her because, despite the fact you may have hated her for what she put you through, there was a part of you that genuinely wished for Wanda to be okay and happy.

And there are so many things Wanda could say. She could tell you no, she'll never be good until you come back to her. She'll never be alright unless she drops to her knees now and begs you to forgive her. That if she could figure it out, she'd use her magic to make a binding contract that she'd never do anything except treat you right and never make you sad again. Every day she would tell you she loved you and shower you with flowers you'd end up killing, and dance with you and forgo rhythm. She'd cook in the kitchen with you and let you mostly watch her or chop up a few vegetables here and there, but really, she wants to cook for you and have you keep her company.

But all Wanda can think about is what Bucky said. What if she somehow ruins you all over?

Bucky said you could be persuaded into giving her a second chance, but while Wanda feels like the universe is aligning again with you, she hasn't considered how you felt.

Wanda can feel it through her magic. The sadness of her lingers in your bones and the apprehension in your mind. The careful mask you have to put on in front of her as an ex.

Love would not be enough to fix this, and Wanda doesn't know if she has anything more to give than just love.

You need stability, reassurance, consistency, commitment, and loyalty.

All Wanda knows is how to follow her heart and her emotions, and her moments of regret are always just her following without thinking.

So, all Wanda can say with a wry smile is, "I've been better." You give her such a disheartened smile that Wanda just stares at you. So beautiful and such a walking contradiction. Clumsy but graceful, silly but elegant, sad but happy.

Wanda wishes love was enough, but when she stares at you, she knows you deserve more.

One day, she'll be able to give you that. If the universe aligns once more and kindly offers her an opportunity, she'll never let it slip again like she has today.

But until then, she smiles at you. "This is enough."

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