#sorry. I just got the email and simply had to sit down about it

[werewolf-transgenderism]

simply have to sit and contemplate because why in the absolute fuck does it cost TWO HUNDRED UNITED STATES DOLLARS to celebrate a HOLIDAY. for MEMBERS, even. it's three hundred if you're not a member. that is literally the cost of yearly membership TOTAL.

#[thanos voice] fine. I'll do it myself. #TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!!! #the fancy restaurant on the UWS that sells lox bagels for $25 is doing reservations for $75. to put this in perspective. #nearly all of the actual RESTAURANTS are doing it for ~$100. WHY is it so expensive here. #sorry. I just got the email and simply had to sit down about it

[euphoricfilter]

For the drabble game could you write fluff with youtuber bf jk ? I am not creative so I couldn’t think of a sentence sorry😭 but maybe he does one of those 24hr streams, I love your writing!

youtuber boyfriend! kook headcanons:

tags/ warnings: none. just a lot of fluff and feelings <3

notes: when i got sent this idea ages ago i got so excited. and i wrote three fics for it but hated them all and then made sure they were to never see the light of day. so my solution is to write some cute boyfriend headcanons instead to make up for it!! simply because i absolutely love this idea and i need to write anything for it to sate the need within me.

notes 2: this got slightly longer than i’d intended LMAO sorry 🕺

𓇻 i feel like jungkook’s channel has a plethora of videos, though he specializes in gaming.

𓇻 its probably one of his biggest passions. though i do see him dabbling in commentary, or even review type videos. maybe he’s a bit of a collector as well and goes on hour long rants about rare items or hauls of what he purchased over the years.

𓇻 i see the both of you probably meeting at one of those second-hand game and film stores.

𓇻 maybe you’re just milling around. more content to browse the movies than the games because you only own an old console (something cute like a nintendo DS) but they don’t really sell the game cards commercially anymore

𓇻 and jungkook loses track of why he was even there in the first place when he spots you. slowly scooting towards the corner you’re in.

𓇻 jungkook might not exactly believe in love at first sight, finds it a little hard to imagine loving someone so soon. but he definitely believes in destiny, even fate. and some small part of his mind had convinced him that surely this was just that.

𓇻 he’d be a bit shy about trying to approach you, mouth opening only for nothing to come out because what was he supposed to say? and maybe he accidentally startles you, offering to pay for the few dvds you had hugged to your chest as a lame sort of compensation

𓇻 he’d be the one to ask for your number, he’d be the first to text. you’d tell him later on it’s because you didn’t want to come off too head-strong. worried you’d scare him off messaging only hours after meeting. and then he’d tell you he had worried about the same thing

𓇻 jungkook wouldn’t straight out tell his audience he’d gotten into a relationship. it’s not that he was embarrassed about you, quite the opposite; he’d love to flaunt you to the world. it’s just he’d worry about the reaction from fans.

𓇻 he’d have a pretty hefty audience, a well established one even. and he wasn’t blind to the mean comments that would occasionally show up beneath videos or social media posts. he, himself, never found much issue in dealing with them, on occasion he’d get a little down but he knew that really he put himself up for this. he chose to show his face online, and with that would come some backlash. however, that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about you or how shitty comments would effect your well being.

𓇻 definitely the “in a relationship but it’s private” sort of photos would slowly creep their way onto his IG posts. maybe of little date nights— candles on the table with a dinner you’d cooked together (2 glasses, 2 plates and 2 sets of cutlery), or your favorite cake he’d tried to bake himself with the lego flowers he’d spent the previous evening trying to make (because at least you could look at the lego ones forever and they wouldn’t die). or maybe even your hand snuck in a photo or simply your silhouette beneath a sunset.

𓇻 maybe a few of your own collectible items had made their way onto the shelf in his studio. an obvious beanbag in the corner (you’d often sit there and read as he went through emails or scripted videos). valentines cards that he’d never thought to take down, or posters of yours that never exactly fit in the bedroom

𓇻 it would become apparent that he was in a long-term relationship when he’d film a moving video. so much of your stuff mingled with his own, split seconds of the shared rooms he’d add to the video before showing his audience his new office space. the extra shoes and cute little additions to his home; soft cushions on the couch, ceramics you’d begged him to buy. your hoard of plushies that took up half the bed or the stupid amount of skin care products stacked up in the bathroom. all a sure way of telling his fans that he was serious about you, even if they had no idea of your name or face

𓇻 maybe with enough comments he’d make a little announcement at the end of a video.

𓇻 “i know you’ve all probably guessed by now, but i am in fact, in a relationship”

𓇻 and then proceeded to talk about you for 7 minutes because really he wanted everyone to know how much he loved you. and truthfully he never knew when to shut up when it came to you, not when you were what’s on his mind most of the time. he’d tell them how you’d met, and how he had been absolutely enamored by you almost instantly. he’d show everyone the matching bracelets you’d made. grinning as he showed off the receipt he’d kept in his wallet from your first date together at a small cafe in town, mentioning how he kept a baby photo of you in the back of his phone too.

𓇻 the first time you’d show up in a video, he’d plan for the both of you to do some crafts together one afternoon. a hobby you’d been trying over the last couple of weeks, and jungkook liked to indulge you. loved to watch you sprawled across the floor of an evening with glue coating your fingers and way too much glitter imbedded in the carpet.

𓇻 he’d have been worried at first. asking you over and over if it was truly okay for you to be on camera, and after your reassured him with a kiss, he’d settle down slightly. though his anxiety had still clung to him, eyes flitting your way throughout the afternoon

𓇻 he could tell how shy you’d been, and had reassured you that really you didn’t even need to address the audience. he’d do all the silly little things you giggled at him for. and all you had to do was sit there and be pretty for him. you’d been a lot quieter than usual; itching to give him a kiss each time he was just so awfully jungkook. eyes like those of galaxies when he got something right, or the happiest smile on his face when you asked him for help

𓇻 the day he did a 24 hour charity stream would be when his audience sees you the most. milling around the house, making sure your boyfriend was fed and watered. maybe even sitting down and reading the chat when he wanted to shower. or answering questions while perched on his lap. he’d want to smother you with even more love when you’d catch his eye— a silent question if you were doing okay, that you answered all the questions correct. and he’d squeeze your thigh in reassurance, head resting over your shoulder as he listened to your voice, humming to let you know he was still listening

𓇻 you’d startle him at 4am, a little pouty that you’d had to fall asleep alone. dragging a chair from the kitchen to sit on as you watch him play a game you’d never seen before.

𓇻 “go back to bed, baby” he’d coo, “you’ll fall asleep sitting up and get a bad back”

𓇻 and maybe after that he’s a lot more open to showing you on camera. filming you on beaches, eating cakes and ice creams from a million different restaurants or dancing around hotel rooms or sitting on the balcony with the sun warming your skin when he takes you on holiday. short films dedicated to you with your favorite songs playing in the background

𓇻 maybe he even makes a playlist on his youtube channel, titled “my love” for every video that he includes you in

𓇻 idk just very much in love boyfriend kook who wants the world to love you almost as much as he does (because in all honesty, no one would ever love you more than he does)

#bts fanfic #bts fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook scenario #jungkook fic #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts headcanons #jungkook headcanons

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Reunion 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Wanda attend your high school reunion.

A/N: This was fun to write. Wanda gets kinda mad. It’s so cute. Part one of the  jealous Wanda series. 

Warnings: jealousy😈, thoughts of violence, fluff

Going to your 15-year high school reunion sounded unappealing anyway you thought about it. You hadn’t really liked high school because of how stressful it was, and how mean people could be. You didn’t remember it fondly and when the phone call came one day, and the emailed invitation the next, Wanda found you in the kitchen scowling at your computer.

After a long discussion, Wanda had convinced you to at least give it a shot. She’d promised to take time off to go with you, and given that it was almost all the way across the country, it would be a three-day trip. The appeal of spending time away with your wife was much higher than that of going to your high school reunion, but you decided to worry about this later. You’d left Boone with Yelena, and Fletcher would get a couple of visits a day from Steve while you were gone, so they would barely miss your absence.

Right now, as you sit beside Wanda as she drives you through an unfamiliar part of the airport, you’re very confused. You look to your wife who takes off her sunglasses with a sigh before turning down a road that leads dangerously close to the runways.

“Uh, Wands.”

You’re supposed to catch your flight soon, but Wanda had driven you both somewhere that doesn’t seem anywhere close to the terminal. She smiles at you before realizing that you look a little worried, but she doesn’t have to wonder about it long as you voice your concerns hesitantly.

“Why are we here? Don’t we have to catch our flight soon?”

Wanda simply smiles at you as she turns down one last road and pulls into a small garage. You’re too focused on the plane that you drive by and you’re staring at it with an impressed look as Wanda explains what’s happening. You’d told her about your reservations about this trip, and she’d wanted to make everything as stress free as possible for you both. For this reason, she’d dealt with organizing your travel and your hotel room. You were just along for the ride until the reunion.

“We’re here, detka. This is our ride.”

Your head whips back around toward your wife as your jaw drops in bewilderment. You must have heard her wrong because Wanda definitely wasn’t saying what you thought she was. You followed her lead and got out of the car before peeking out of the garage at the damn jet that was not twenty feet from you.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Wanda smirks as she opens the trunk and grabs your bags before handing you your backpack with a smile. She reaches out to push your chin up to close your still gaping mouth, and she can’t help but chuckle under her breath.

“This is one of my planes.”

Wanda walks toward the jet where you now see someone is coming out to meet her. He looks like a pilot, but you can’t even comprehend this right now as you chase after your wife. You had so many questions, but the first one that you asked was arguably the most relevant.

“What do you mean you have a jet?”

Wanda smiles before she grabs your hand so you can meet the pilot and then the small three-person crew that will be with you on this flight. They offer to take your luggage, and you’re too stunned to protest as you follow Wanda up the stairs into the plane you’ll apparently be taking to Miami.

“It’s not just mine, or ours rather, but I made sure we could use it so we can enjoy the trip.”

Wanda leaves out the little detail of her not being able to fly commercially like you. She’s a known criminal and she’s pretty sure that if she stepped into the airport with the intent to ride on a passenger plane, they’d refuse if not arrest her for simply trying. Seeing your wide eyes and the awe in your expression, she realizes that this was a good choice. She doesn’t think you’ll mind this surprise as you take in the small yet somehow spacious interior that looks more comfortable than anything you’ve ever sat on.

“Oh my God.”

There are sets of four seats that are divided into two groups on each side of the plane. The leather recliners are paired with tables that have drinks already set up. There are also two televisions on each side with charging stations beneath, and you can’t stop yourself from sitting down in the nearest chair. You turn to your wife with a stunned expression that you’ll probably wear for the entire trip.

“This is amazing, Wanda. Were you ever going to tell me about this?”

Wanda just shrugs as she takes off her coat and sits down beside you with a smile. She just wanted you to enjoy your weekend, and as she says this you can’t help but kiss her. She’s so sweet and you can’t wait to go on this trip with her. It’s been too long since you’ve had quality time alone and although reuniting with the high school mean girls wasn’t something you were excited about; you at least were going to enjoy the ride.

The 4-hour flight seems to fly by and when you and Wanda leave the plane you almost wish it had been longer. You and Wanda arrive to the hotel that she’d booked and you are once again surprised by Wanda’s choice. It’s very reminiscent of the one you two stayed in during your honeymoon, and you’re already recalling how much fun that was as you and your wife step into the elevator.

“So? How’s the trip so far?”

Your wide smile is enough of an answer for Wanda, but she doesn’t complain about you offering you a verbal response as well. You are the only ones in the elevator so you don’t resist the urge to kiss your wife appreciatively. You sneak a hand in her hair, careful not to knock off her sunglasses on her head as you deepen the kiss with a sigh.

“It’s perfect, Wands. Thank you for this.”

Wanda’s hands squeeze your hips before she buries her face in your hair. She turns so she can kiss your neck before leading you off the elevator as soon as you reach your floor. The top floor.

“Of course, detka. I want you to enjoy this weekend, and not stress about the mean girls. I promise I’ll beat them up if they look at you wrong.”

You laugh as you follow Wanda into your room that resembles the rest of the hotel in its extravagance. You see your bags in the room already so you just hurry over to the king size bed and fall face first on it with a sigh. This weekend is proving to be unpredictable, but luckily, it’s in a good way so far. Hopefully this will continue to be the case as the reunion rolls around, but you have no real way of knowing.

Wanda comes to lie down beside you, and you adjust so you’re more comfortable and able to put an arm around her. You know that regardless of what happens tomorrow, you’ll have Wanda by your side and you couldn’t be more grateful for this. You appreciated your wife’s support and despite the fact that you would not let her beat up anyone for you, it was nice to hear that she would be in your corner. You hadn’t seen any of these people in nearly 15 years and you were nervous to say the least.

You hadn’t been popular in high school, but despite keeping to yourself you knew that you’d be recognized. You had no idea how people would remember you but you hadn’t been out of the closet then yet, so maybe some of them would be surprised to learn Wanda was your wife. You weren’t ashamed of anything, but you’d rather talk about how much you loved being a vet and maybe see some people’s puppy pictures. However, you were going to take what you could get, and not worry too much about it. You’d prefer anything to having to talk about Wanda’s less than legal career because that could definitely get dicey.

“Thank you, Wands.”

The rest of the day is mostly spent in bed ordering ridiculously expensive room service. You didn’t want to go out much before the reunion and Wanda understood. You were anxious and you’d rather just hang out, and luckily for her you were in the mood for sitcoms and cuddling. Her two favorite things. It wasn’t until you fell asleep that night that Wanda considered how tomorrow would go for you two.

She wasn’t too worried about being recognized because anyone that knew her there would have a secret of their own to keep. She supposed she was mostly wondering how meeting your former classmates would go. You’d never told her much about your time in high school, but from what she’d gathered you were more studious than social. You mentioned friends occasionally, but you didn’t really keep in touch with them anymore. You only talked to vet school friends every now and then, but never high school.

She wonders if you really wanted to go to this or if you felt guilted into it. Wanda sighs as she lies down next to you to finally go to sleep. It’s nearly midnight and she’s just been watching you sleep for the past hour. She supposes she should try to get some rest. Tomorrow will surely be exhausting with how much you’re going to have to socialize.

This is what you’re thinking about as you and Wanda arrive at the venue where the reunion is being held. You try not to cringe as you see the large banner that says ‘Welcome back class’. You’re regretting your decision to come here, but you choose to focus on the food you’ll hopefully get to eat and your beautiful wife that’s accompanying you. She’s wearing a dress that should make you jealous, but instead you’re proud to show her off to your former classmates. The dress isn’t overly revealing, but the black accentuates her assets and is complemented well with her bright red hair.

“Are you ready for this, my love?”

Wanda smiles as she takes your hand and leads you into the building. You come up on a table quickly and see it’s full of sticker name tags that you’re going to have to stick to your shirt. You smile at the unfamiliar woman sitting behind it. She’s blonde and you definitely could buy that she used to be a cheerleader, but you can’t be sure. You’re certainly not going to ask.

“Hi there, welcome! Let me try and guess?”

You don’t get to respond and you just watch as the blonde looks at the names in front of her curiously. You are actually surprised when she guesses right and you accept it with a small smile before Wanda’s handed a blank tag to fill out with her name.

“I remember you, Y/n. You dated my friend!”

You’re a little confused by this and when Wanda stops in the middle of writing her name you realize she is too. You don’t get to ask ‘Hannah’ for clarification before two other couples come in behind you and force you to move on. You just shake your head as you hold Wanda’s hand and whisper under your breath.

“I have no idea who she was talking about.”

Wanda just laughs at this as she follows you through the hall to the ballroom. The sound of a room full of people chatting makes you tense a little, but Wanda squeezes your hand and offers you a reassuring smile. You take a deep breath before kissing her cheek and leading her the rest of the way to the open doors.

“Let’s do this.”

You were optimistic to say the least about how this day was going to go. You’d believed that it would be fine and you could just mingle with your old friends and try to kill time. This had worked out for the first half hour, but then the group you’d been talking to decide to venture off to talk to others. You’re fine with this and after bidding them goodbye you look to Wanda with a smile.

This was all a little anticlimactic if you were being honest. Given who you were, you’d feared that something dramatic and uncomfortable would happen to you. However, you and Wanda had chatted and actually had a decent time catching up with your old acquaintances. You’d introduced your wife and told everyone that she was in sales. Something boring-sounding but potentially lucrative, yet not specific enough for anyone to try and look her up.

“Thank you for coming with me to this.”

You say this a little while later when the two of you are alone with your snacks. You’re sipping on your drink when Wanda takes one of your hands with a smile. She’s glad that she came here with you. She can tell that you’re less on edge and you’re almost enjoying yourself when someone new comes up to you.

Wanda hadn’t seen the other redhead here as she’d glanced around casually while you talked to your friends. She was pretty and Wanda hates this fact as soon as she realizes who she is or rather was to you.

“Dr. Y/L/N. Look at you all grown up! You somehow look even better than the last time I saw you.”

The urge to crawl into a hole and die overwhelms you as you force yourself to swallow what you’re chewing before you turn toward the familiar voice. You were torn between horror that you’re running into her, and shame at the fact that you’d forgotten about her existence up until this moment. As you turn around to face her you have to stop yourself from doing anything other than smiling.

She looks as good as you remember, albeit briefly forgot, and you meet her blue eyes before looking away to her shirt to remind yourself of her name.

“Jessica. Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here!”

It wasn’t exactly a lie given that you’d forgotten a majority of high school due to the sheer amount of stress it had caused you. Your tactic had been to repress whatever you didn’t want to remember which ended up being most of it. This happened to include your brief, trivial fling with the redhead in front of you.

She’s smiling at you still as she leans in for a hug that you feel obligated to give. You try to keep it short and you bounce uncomfortably on the balls of your feet as you watch Jessica shrug as she looks around the room.

“Of course! How else am I supposed to catch up with everyone. I knew for sure it would be the only way I’d ever see you again.”

Wanda notices that your smile is a little pained, and she doubts this could indicate anything good. She doesn’t have much time to consider this further before you’re reaching out for her and looking between her and the redhead who’s still staring at you.

“Jessica, this is Wanda, my wife. Wanda, Jessica was one of my friends.”

It would have been too lucky for this introduction to go unchallenged. You could feel the color drain from your face when Jessica laughs as she reaches out to shake Wanda’s hand. You can tell she’s confused and you want to explain, but not here and now.

“Mostly friends, sometimes with benefits.”

Wanda’s eyes widen when the other redhead says this, and she can’t help but frown as she turns back to you. You hadn’t told her about any relationships you’d had, other than that short stent with the guy you went to prom with. You take a deep breath before releasing an uncomfortable laugh that seems to spur Jessica on. You take a moment to look at her, and you see that she doesn’t have a ring on her finger. This could mean many things, but unfortunately for you it means that she feels free to flirt with you. Despite the fact that you’re wearing a wedding band and your wife is holding your hand, she’s bolder than you’d feared.

“It’s so good to see you! I hate that we lost touch.”

You run a hand through your hair yanking a good bit of it out as you use work as an excuse. It’s a valid one considering how busy you’d been, but you also hadn’t said a word to Jessica in person or otherwise since graduating high school. She couldn’t have forgotten this.

“Yeah, school was just crazy and now work is crazy.”

You talk a little bit about work when she mentions that she’d read that you were a vet. You ask what she does in return and you listen to her marketing spiel before realizing that Wanda’s near frozen beside you. She’s watching Jessica carefully as she speaks to and continues to ogle you. She’s amazed by this woman’s boldness; her blatant disregard for her presence as she looks at you like she’s imagining you naked.

“I bet you’re amazing at that. You were always so passionate.”

When she reaches out to touch your arm Wanda considers smacking her hand away. She looks to you as you let her do it for only a split second before stepping away. You tug at the hem of your shirt needlessly before covering your discomfort with a cough.

“Ahah thanks, um. If you’ll excuse me.”

You run off before either redhead can stop you and they just frown in unison before turning their attention back to each other. They’re sizing each other up and it’s fairly obvious to any onlooker as Jessica’s frown deepens before speaking up.

“So how long have you and Y/n been married?”

Wanda doesn’t need to think about this at all and she tells Jessica the truth. She has to remind herself to take comfort in the fact that she’d been with you for years, and you’d never once mentioned her.

“For 5 years, but we’ve been together since before she started vet school.”

Jessica nods before she looks toward the doorway that you’d disappeared through before grinning at your behavior. You’d always been a skittish thing until she got you alone, and it was then that you’d find your confidence. She remembers the time she spent with you fondly, and despite wanting to rehash some of that, she has a feeling this won’t happen since Wanda’s here.

“She did always have a thing for redheads.”

Wanda’s still scowling when you return from bringing the car around. You’d wanted to flee and you considered taking Wanda with you but she hadn’t followed you so you decided to just make it quick. You ran back into the building hoping to avoid any drama, but seeing your wife near glaring at Jessica’s smug expression, you realize you’re too late.

You walk back over to them quickly and reach out for your wife’s shoulder with a smile.

“Wands, are you ready to go?”

She doesn’t hurry to respond as she considers what you could have seen in this woman. Beyond her looks, Jessica is pretty intolerable and Wanda opens her mouth to say this when you cut her off. You’d seen the look in your wife’s eyes and you knew that things were about to get ugly if you didn’t get her out of here now.

“Jessica, sorry to run off but we have a flight to catch. It was nice seeing you.”

Two minutes later you and Wanda are sitting in a suffocating silence as you drive back to the hotel. You hadn’t bothered to say goodbye to anyone else because you were mostly worried about your wife. You’d made such a hasty exit that you wondered what rumors were spreading, but that thought is cut short by Wanda’s voice.

“Why didn’t you give me a heads up about her?”

Your grimace isn’t missed as Wanda turns to watch you come up with a response while trying to focus on driving. You hadn’t been able to think of an answer to this question that wasn’t more annoying than Jessica, but you didn’t have a lot of time or the courage to come up with a lie.

“I forgot about her, Wands.”

The responding scoff is probably paired with an eye roll you don’t see as Wanda crosses her arms in annoyance. She hadn’t thought that today would go like this. You’d given her no reason to believe that things would go so sideways, and that’s part of the problem and the reason why she’s ticked.

“Bullshit. You didn’t forget about her, Y/n.”

You open your mouth to protest but you realize you have no excuse so you just stay silent. Wanda seems to get more annoyed at this and she huffs in exasperation as you pull into the hotel parking lot.

“How could you? It sounded like you had a really nice time together.”

The sarcasm in Wanda’s voice makes you cringe in realization. You’d really fucked up and in more ways than one. Not only had you neglected to tell Wanda that you had a friend with benefits in high school, but you’d also just let her flirt with you right in front of your wife. You’d be mad too which is why you’re not surprised when Wanda gets out of the car and storms towards the elevator in silence.

“Wands, come on. I was just a kid it didn’t mean anything.”

She’s just angrily pressing the button for the elevator when you reach out for her only for her to jerk away. She watches the elevator crawl down to their level with an inaudible sigh. She really wishes that they’d just stayed in bed today.

“Well, you didn’t rush to tell her that did you? You just let her fucking flirt with you.”

The ride up to the room is made in silence, and you’re almost afraid that Wanda won’t let you go in as she practically storms out of the elevator.

“I’m sorry, it made me uncomfortable, but I didn’t want to risk her saying more.”

You realize too late that this is admitting to remembering something about your time with Jessica and Wanda zeroes in on this immediately. She opens the door to the room before turning to watch you sweat as she backs up.

“More about what, exactly? What more do you remember, detka? “

You’d like to lie down and cry right now because you’d almost been having fun. You’d been starting to think that it was a good thing that you’d come out here to see old friends, and then this bullshit happened. Sure, maybe you’d liked Jessica a little in high school, but that was 15 years ago. You’d moved on and had an amazing wife and you loved the life you shared with her.

“I remember that we had meaningless sex in the theater changing rooms. However, it’s not something that I’d ever want to think about because it wasn’t memorable.”

Wanda scowls at the confirmation that you’d had sex with the other redhead, and she can’t help but hate that she’d had you first. She knew it was irrational. You’d been in high school around the same time as her, but on completely different sides of the country. You would have never met her at that time.

“I also have it way better now because I’m married to my wonderful wife.”

Wanda sighs in frustration before she turns and walks over to the bed with a frown. She sits down on her side and crosses her arms and legs as she watches you follow her tentatively. She is mad at you for not telling her about this sooner, but unfortunately, she’s starting to forgive you for that. However, she’s still pissed that you hadn’t said anything to deter her from flirting with you, and she wants to remind you of this.

“I shouldn’t have had to watch her flirt with you.”

You’re nodding before Wanda’s even finished speaking, and you creep toward the bed as your wife continues. She’s shooting you a look that makes you want to agree to anything that comes out of her mouth. She’s furious and you don’t want to ruin the rest of your trip because of your stupidity. She watches as you kneel at the edge of the bed and just wait for any indication that you’re not welcome.

“You’re mine and you should have told her that.”

Again, you nod furiously in agreement as you do your best to placate your wife. You need her to know that she’s right, and that you will always be hers; never anyone else’s.

“I know, you’re right. I’m yours.”

Wanda’s eyes darken and she stares at you for the longest time before she lays back against the pillows behind her. She doesn’t want to fight with you about this. However, she’d love to teach you a lesson that will hopefully prevent you from doing something like this ever again. Her arms are still crossed as she watches you fidget nervously, and a smile creeps onto her lips as she decides what your punishment will be.

“Prove it to me then.”

Your head snaps up and you meet your wife’s hard gaze with a puzzled look.

“What?”

Wanda’s smile widens as she leans forward and takes a moment to look you over. You’re tense and flushed and Wanda has a feeling you’ll be very compliant given that you feel guilty for not standing up to your ex-friends with benefits or whatever she was. She plans on taking advantage of this, just so long as you’re game. 

“Prove to me that you’re mine and I’ll forgive you.”

To be continued...

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#silver springs #silver springs drabble #silver springs au #mob au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda x you

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Next Stop - C. Sturniolo

three times chris reminds you that your stop is next, + the time he gets off with you

Summary : You get distracted easily, and almost miss your stop going home from work. Luckily, there's someone who reminds you often.

Warnings : none <3

Word Count : 2268

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (eventually romantic)

A/N : i am so excited to write this!

one

You had a long day at work.

That’s why it happened, that’s why you fell asleep on the bus. You didn’t fall asleep on the bus and nearly missed your stop because you were up nearly all night finishing work before its deadline arrived because you have a terrible habit of procrastinating things until the last minute. You were just tired, took the first seat you could find, and in the midst of the happiness of being on the way home, and the relaxation of being able to sit down and not have to focus on any work, you fell asleep. That’s exactly what happened.

You had nearly been late leaving work, something you never were, because the second that you could get out of that hellhole you were gone. It was incredibly rare that you didn’t leave on time, because you worked so hard during the day to make sure that you never had anything that would keep you working overtime. And the longer you were at work, the more chance you had to miss your bus home, and you did not want to make that long, lonely, and honestly, quite scary, walk back to your apartment. You’d done that before, and it was not a night that you cared to remember or relive.

You’d gotten an email about twenty minutes before your shift ended, detailing another document that you needed to complete before you left that day. Your manager was a pain in the ass, as if he got paid for that instead of his job. If he did, he’d probably be rich and could quit. You’d glanced over the document, knowing that you could complete it before you got off, and you did, but you dropped an entire file of papers right as you were leaving. You had to stop and pick them all up to put them in your work bag, and that caused you to miss the elevator down to the first floor. So that caused you to have to wait for the next one, and then it was raining as you got out of the building. 

You got to the bus stop with plenty of time before the bus got there, and you got on as quickly as possible, tired of being in the rain. You were simply exhausted in general, and as soon as you sat down in a seat, you set your work bag down in your lap, pulling your headphones out and plugging them in, staring out of the window as you played some music through them. You watched all the other vehicles go by, all of them beginning to blur into one long stream of darkness. You were seated close to the front of the bus, and you were grateful for that, so when your stop came, you could quickly get off.  You saw a reflection in the window, across the aisle. It was of a boy, around your age, maybe a year or two older. You didn’t think much more of it, simply enjoying getting to relax, but you relaxed too much.

You jolted awake to see the boy from the reflection standing over you, gently shaking your shoulder. He had an apologetic look on his face, and backed up as soon as he noticed you were awake. 

“Sorry, but your stop is next. I didn’t want you to miss it.” 

Looking up, you saw that the bus screen clearly displayed your stop next, and without even bothering to think about how this boy had known that, you got up, quietly thanking him, and picking up your stuff so that you could get off of the bus. 

two

You’d fallen asleep. You couldn’t believe you’d fallen asleep, at your desk no less. Luckily, you had completed all of your work by that point, but you had dozed off right after. You’d been incredibly tired lately, and you really had no excuse for it. You’d been sleeping a lot, but clearly not getting enough good rest. You just wanted to close your eyes for a couple moments, and somehow you’d ended up falling asleep, and only woken up because the last person in the office had left, and slammed the door way too loudly. Realizing the time, you quickly rushed out of there, luckily right on time today. You managed to get on the bus just as it was about to leave, breathing out a sigh of relief as you threw yourself down into a seat, work bag on the seat next to you.

“Nearly missed it.” 

You turned around at the voice, noticing the same boy who had woken you up last week sitting two rows behind, and one aisle over. You smiled a little bit, not being able to find it in you to be annoyed at his comment, given that he had a bright smile on his own face.

“Yeah, almost.” 

“Glad you didn’t. Would’ve been a long walk.”

You didn’t know why you were so open to chatting with this complete stranger, but you figured you owed him the politeness. After you had entered the conversation, you found that you were actually enjoying it. You talked for the whole bus ride. You found out the guy’s name was Chris, and that he had three brothers, two of them being his triplet brothers. He worked at a restaurant that was actually quite close to your work, which explained why he was always on the bus when you were. He got on one stop before you, and got off one stop after you. He’d seen you on the bus a lot, and that was how he knew when your stop was. 

He actually seemed to be a very nice guy, and the conversation flourished. You shared what you both did for work, a lot about your family and friends, and it really was like you had known each other for ages. You didn’t notice how quickly the bus ride went by until he was pointing towards the bus screen, where the stop before yours was flashing on the lights. 

“As lovely as it is talking to you, you have to get off of the bus soon.” 

You sighed, smiling, a part of you disappointed in having to leave.

“So I do. I loved talking to you too! I assume I’ll see you on the bus again at some point?” 

He returned your smile, handing you your work bag. 

“I’m sure you will. Have a safe walk home, okay?”

“I’ll do my best. You too!” 

You discovered random photos of Chris in your camera roll when you got home, and they made you laugh. He must have taken a bunch of them while you were putting your headphones back in your work bag. Unbeknownst to him, you favorited them all.

three 

You were blaming your tiredness on a bad week. That’s all it was. That had to be all it was because being this tired was completely out of control for you, but you couldn’t deny how the day at work made you want to quit and run away forever. If money weren’t a problem, you would do it. 

You got out of there on time today. You weren’t running early, and you weren’t running late either. You left there at five in the evening, on the dot, and you were ready for the day to be done. You were so exhausted that you didn’t feel that much at all, nothing except for the lack of energy in your veins. 

Stepping on the bus, you could barely even muster a smile at Chris, sitting in his normal seat. As he saw you, he smiled, but it immediately faded when he saw your face. You looked drained, sad, even, and he wasted no time in getting up to sit next to you, in your usual seat. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, reflecting your own. 

“What’s going on?” 

You felt pitiful in your response, and you had no idea why you were even opening up to him. You’d only talked to him once before, but somehow, you felt like you trusted him wholeheartedly already. You felt comfortable speaking to him, even though it was through shared whispers on a semi-crowded bus. 

“I’m just so tired.” 

He nodded understandingly, and in his head, he was fighting the urge to just hug you, but he knew a lot of people didn’t like to be touched outright without being asked. So, he took a chance, and asked. 

“Would a hug help?”

You sighed, nodding.

“A hug would be great.” 

You let him wrap an arm around you, and he let you rest your head on his shoulder. His hug was just as comforting as he looked. You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt insanely comfortable with him, and you were so tired that you didn’t have the energy to even think about why that may be. You just let it happen, and so did he. Unbeknownst to you, he was thinking the exact same thing. 

He noticed how you didn’t offer up any more information, and he also noticed how your breathing evened out, and your arm around his back relaxed a little bit. Looking down, he noticed that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder. He found it nothing but cute. There was no part of him that could deny the fact that he found you attractive, and he had since the first time he saw you on the bus. He couldn’t believe that he had you asleep on his shoulder, so wholly trusting of him despite barely knowing him, but he had no intentions to disturb you. 

He sat there, scrolling on his phone, letting you rest on his shoulder as he waited for the stop before yours to pop up on the screen. He silently begged for the bus to go slower, for the bus to hit every red light possible, for the speed limits to drop, because he wanted to soak in every minute possible that he was getting to spend with you. 

Unfortunately, the stop before yours popped up too early for his liking, which meant that it was time to wake you up. As he slowly adjusted you, you woke up, having never been the deepest sleeper, and your face flushed red as you realized that you had fallen asleep on him. You opened your mouth to speak and he cut you off, that same smile back on his face.

“I get the feeling that you’re about to apologize. You don’t have to. Your stop is next, don’t want you to miss it.” 

You sighed, getting up, and already missing the comforting feeling of resting against him. 

“Thank you. I’ll see you again?”

“Can’t avoid me for long. Walk safe, okay?” 

“I will.” 

You smiled, waving at him as you got off of the bus, ignoring the happy feeling that went through you when he gave you a huge smile back. 

+ one 

You got on the bus and were shocked to not see Chris sitting in his normal spot on the bus, and you couldn’t deny that you were slightly sad about it. However, your spirits rose once more when you saw that he was getting on one stop after you. He noticed you, and immediately sat down next to you.

“Thank god you’re here.” 

You smiled at his comment.

“Missed me that much?” 

“Yes. I did, actually.” 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, a gentle smile on his face. You talked like you did on the second bus ride you noticed him on, and it felt like a conversation that lasted forever and also lasted just two seconds at the same time. Chris couldn’t deny that he was undeniably attracted to you. You were pretty, funny, and he just loved being in your presence, even though he didn’t have much time with you so far. He really hoped that would change soon, and as the bus approached your spot, he interrupted your conversation. 

“This is normally when I tell you to walk home safely, isn’t it?” 

You smiled, a thing you did a lot around Chris.

“It is. I suppose you should be saying it?” 

“I was actually hoping I could say something different today.” 

You raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk on your face, deciding to humor him.

“Oh? And what could that be?” 

“I was hoping I could get to walk you home today.” 

You had a look of surprise on your face, but not one that displayed that his suggestion was unappealing.

“Are you asking me to let you come back home with me?” 

You had a joking tone to your voice, but you were halfway serious about it. You weren’t opposed, though. Chris was incredibly sweet and attractive, and a night with him sounded like fun, even if it was just a night.

“Not necessarily. I could walk you back to my place, but you’d be subjected to meeting the other people who live there and have the same face as me.” 

You laughed, standing up, and grabbing your things.

“You can walk me home. And come in, if you’d like to.” 

“I would love to.” 

You couldn’t deny that things had moved incredibly quickly between the two of you, but years down the line, when you got to tell the story of the way he held your hand the entire way home, made eating microwave food on the couch seem romantic, and even managed to steal a few kisses from you before the night ended, the speed of it didn’t seem to matter.

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We meet again, darling pt.13 (detective Abby Anderson x criminal reader)

Synopsis: Abby Anderson is a skilled detective that's never let a criminal escape her grasp, until you. You've infiltrated every part of her life and she still can't get you. As she grows more and more intrigued by you she finds herself descending further into darkness until there's no way back. She takes your hand and follows you as if your presence is the only thing giving her life knowing that you are the most dangerous thing for her. Her life will never be hers again and she will stop at nothing to keep following you down your path of corruption.

SMUT and violence, brief mention of SA like once btw. Sorry if this is batshit crazy!

You're woken by the throbbing in your face, as you groan you feel Abby's weight shift next to you and she suddenly pops into your eyeline as she leans over you.

"Good, you're up. How are you feeling?" You wince as you start talking.

"I'm fine, thank you for saving my ass yesterday. I thought she was the food so when she rushed me I was so shocked, I'm getting sloppy."

"Because of me?"

You hold the side of her face and smile. "No, I've got cocky, I needed to be humbled." You laughed at yourself and Abby laughed too as she started getting out of bed. "I'm going to leave when you leave because I've got to get ready for my day with Ellie." She scowls in your direction. "It's business, don't give me that look."

"What are you going to make her do?"

"Nothing for you to be concerned with."

"Seriously?"

"I do this to protect myself but I keep the things I have on people a secret. I'll keep what you did a secret."

"How do you manage to make it sound like everything you do is reasonable?"

"That's not me that's doing that." She watches you smile as her stomach drops. She forces out an awkward laugh.

"Whatever, I gotta shower will you be here when I get out?"

"Yes, darling." You wink and she shakes her head while chuckling as she walks away. You message Jeremy and get up to get some more ice for your face. Then you go to your bag and grab 500 dollars and leave it on Abby's dining table to pay for the damages. You amble back to her bed and lay down while you wait for Abby to be done in the shower.

You're sending messages and emails when Abby walks out in her towel. "Take it off1 Take it off!"

"I am already late. Don't start."

"You're no fun."

"How about I come to yours tonight?"

"Yeah I'll call when I'm home."

You both said your goodbyes and within half an hour you were back in your penthouse. You sat for a while just processing everything that happened last night and then you had a shower. You felt a lot better for it and you managed to do a good job covering the worst of the bruises with makeup so you felt okay. You had to admit your little standoff with Ellie made you only more excited for what you had planned.

Ellie stayed glued to her phone all day just waiting for you to ring but the call didn't come until nine pm.

"I'm outside, black jag, come out quickly." You hang up before she can say anything else and within minutes she's climbing into your car. Just as you did with Abby, you simply survey her appearance, her freckle-stained cheeks, the auburn hair and its shaggy cut. You notice the brightness of her eyes and then you notice the bags under them. "How are you feeling Ellie? Not too sore?"

"Are you seriously asking me that? My head hurts, thanks for that."

"Well who's fault is that?"

"If you're suggesting its mine I'll-"

"You'll do what?" You narrow your eyes at her as a warning which you were pleased to see she took.

"Where are we going?"

"If I tell you that it ruins the surprise. Be patient my love, all in good time." Ellie feels how clammy her hands have gotten as she pulls at her fingers in anticipation. You sit in the car silently until you arrive at your destination 45 minutes later. You're so excited you don't even wait for Jeremy to open the door, you just hop out. You rush round to Ellie's side and stand face to face with her as she gets out. You smile at her and she remains completely emotionless. You shrug as you begin walking to the warehouse. "Follow me!" You wait until Ellie catches up to you and you fling the door open with an enthusiastic "Surprise!"

Ellie looked up at your words and felt a chill run down her back that made her skin feel like ice. The warehouse was empty except for a chair that a man was tied to and a table next to it all on top of a plastic tarp. Ellie felt sick. The kind of sick that made her want to run and hide and never move from her bed again, but she couldn't run because you kept walking closer and she could only follow you. As you reach the tarp where the man sits unconscious Ellie takes in the scene in front of her with a hand over her mouth. On the table was a knife and gun and the man was bloody and bruised. He looked almost dead already and she noticed the large pool of blood under him, she followed the blood to find that it started from his crotch. She felt a small sickening grin on her face when she noticed his jeans were unzipped and yanked down.

"Did you-?" She gestures to the origin of the blood while looking at your smug face.

"Yeah I cut it off." Ellie scoffs. "That's why he's here. He was a runner for me, I caught wind of his indiscretions and I have no tolerance for it. I've done most of the work for you, you just need to finish him off."

"You want me to kill him? No way. You're fucking deranged."

"Look he's going to die anyway." You walk over and bend to put your ear to his slumped over head. "Sounds like he's got an hour or two left. If you don't do this you're only prolonging the inevitable. In a way you're doing him a kindness, putting him out of the misery I've caused him. Just shoot him Ellie. One clean shot to the head, that's it."

"How do you rationalise your actions?"

"I don't, you do." You were still kneeled down listening to the man's wheezy shallow breaths, that mischievous grin never once leaving your face. "One shot Ellie, one shot and you feel how Anderson feels, you have what she has. Do you know why I am the way I am?"

"You're immoral."

"I'm powerful. What we're doing here, we're playing God. That power, all you have to do to feel that, is kill him." You stand and walk over to the table holding the weapons to draw her attention to them. You relish in the way she follows you with those dazzling eyes of hers as you feel like you're under a spotlight. "One shot Ellie, that's all it takes."

Without another word Ellie marches to the table and snatches the gun, aiming it for the man. She breathes in and before she even has a chance to second guess herself she shoots the man. "Oh my god." Her ears start ringing as she feels her heart beat all throughout her body. The throbbing in her head reduces her vision to a blur and her mouth suddenly feels dry. As her arm is about to drop from the weight of the gun antagonising the shaking of her limbs she feels your hand enclose around her wrist as the other takes the gun from her.

"Thank you Ellie. That was beautiful. How did it make you feel?" Your voice is soft as you hand her a crisp white handkerchief.

"Powerful."

"Exactly Ellie. I knew you'd understand. Come on, I'll take you home." You both start walking away from the corpse and Ellie finds herself sneaking glances back at the slumped man. As she watches you climb into the drivers side of your car for once she looks around for any sign of the driver. She shrugs her shoulders and gets in beside you. "If you're worried about anyone finding him there are people clearing up as we speak."

"I'm not worried."

"Hm okay good." You continue driving in silence until you reach Ellie's apartment. "You did good tonight Ellie, I'm impressed."

"Thanks. I'll see you soon?" As she questions you she smirks and you notice the change in her eyes: they're brighter and they have that sparkle when they look at you. The same sparkle Abby has.

"You'll be seeing me very soon." You lean in and whisper in her ear. "You're mine now." You pull away and smile angelically, she chuckles back at you before getting out of the car and walking to her home.

"I'm outside, hurry up." It felt like hours before Abby appeared at the car with a puzzled expression as she looks at you in the driver's seat.

"Hey, what's up?"

"That's what you call hurrying up? Put your seatbelt on." The second you hear her seatbelt click into place you take off for yours.

"Fucking hell, do you want to drive any faster?" When you don't reply Abby studies your face only to notice the small blood splatters spotting your appearance. She can't see much as your eyes are planted firmly on the road but she knows something is different. You pull up to your penthouse and practically throw the keys at the valet before dragging Abby through the entrance. Everything was setting your body on fire, you forgot this feeling and how inpatient it made you. The second the doors of the elevator shut you pushed Abby up against the wall, grabbing her by her hoodie and pulling her into an all-consuming kiss. As the doors 'ding' and open you grab her pulling her into the penthouse before locking the doors of the elevator.

Abby looks you up and down taking in your appearance. Your half-lidded eyes with the eyelashes that you bat at her tellingly. The smirk that you get when you know you're winning, it was the same smirk that was plastered on your face the night you and Abby spoke on the balcony. Your clothes, all black but smeared with a shiny substance, the same substance dotted your face giving you dark-red freckles. She realised you were covered in blood the second she noticed the knife in your hand that was surprisingly clean. "I cleaned it off already don't worry. Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?"

"What?" Abby scoffs and laughs, half in disbelief, half slightly panicked at your off putting behaviour.

"Are you precious about the clothes you're wearing?" You saunter over to her, eyeing her like you're going to devour her.

"No, I guess not."

"Good." You smile menacingly and Abby gasps as she hears the ripping of her hoodie. She winces as the tip of the knife scratches a line up her stomach and past her chest so hard small bubbles of red begin to appear in its trail. You reach the neck of the hoodie and she feels the knife press against her throat as she backs away, she shuts her eyes as she tries to get as far away from the knife as possible although her eyes dart open again as she feels the knife being removed from its place against her neck and sees you are entranced by the cut going up her sternum. You make eye contact as you dart forward and lick away the blood on her skin all the way from the elastic of her sweatpants to her collarbones. "God you taste good."

Abby gasps into your mouth when you catch her lips in a rushed kiss and she tastes her blood on your tongue. You grab her nipples and twist as you smile into the kiss.

"Ow! You're a sadist."

"That makes you a masochist. Get on your knees." She sighs and chuckles as she gets on her knees in front of you.

"Only for you, darling."

"Oh right answer! You are doing things to me." You drag what remains of her hoodie over her head and thread your fingers through her braid until its loosened enough for you to grab a handful of. "I need a favour, love."

She kisses your thigh and feels the sticky sheen of blood coating her lips and chin. "Anything."

"I need you to eat me out so bad. Can you do that?" She doesn't even respond she just starts yanking your bottoms down with your underwear. You kick them off as you ditch your coat too, feeling like your skin is burning to the touch. You immediately feel her lips attach to your throbbing clit and you look down to meet her piercing gaze as your left hand grabs a fistful of her hair pulling her impossibly closer as she lifts your right thigh to wrap around her bare back before dragging her hand back up your leg and squeezing your ass cheek harshly. "Oh fuck, yeah just keep doing that."

Abby continues like this was the first time she had eaten in a week and before long you were groaning as you came so hard your head spun. "Thanks babe, that was amazing. Now go sit on the couch and wait for me. Please." You had your knife at her neck and it moves with her as she nods and rises. You both lock eyes when you hear the pops of her knees as she stands and you giggle as she immediately shakes her head. "Damn you're getting old."

"Shut up, sorry you're a demon that doesn't age."

"I'm gonna let you off for comparing me to a vampire tonight. Don't take my kindness for weakness."

"I love your kindness."

"Shut up, go sit down." You're smiling at her despite the annoyance in your tone and she starts walking backwards looking you up and down as you ogle her muscular chest. You felt like you had won the lottery when you realised she hadn't worn a bra under her sweatshirt and you're still entranced as you watch her walk to your couch. You discard of the rest of your clothes and inspect the red lining of Abby's blood on the point of the knife. You pop the knife into your mouth as you follow Abby and savour the taste of her, you feel invincible, like a god even when the knife nicks your tongue and you taste the iron filling your mouth and when you meet Abby's needy gaze the feeling only intensifies.

You kiss her like you'll die if you don't and as you pull away you stick your thumb in her mouth collecting some of her spit and smearing it across her lips and chin. You hum in satisfaction when you see the pinkey hue of the spit from your blood as you push her down to lay horizontally on the couch.

"Are you wet darling?" You purr at Abby.

"What do you think?"

"Keep giving me that attitude and you get nothing else from me tonight."

"Oh come on, you know you're turning me on so bad, so come here and do something about it."

"Oh that was smooth."

"I know." You laugh as you pull her sweatpants and underwear down so you're both naked and climb on top of her slotting your hips to hers. You throw the knife down on the floor without looking to see where it landed as you place a hand over each of her boobs that pushed back at your touch as her back arches when you roll your hips into hers over and over again. She pulls you down so you're pinned against her chest as you both continue rocking against each other and moans into a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that she caught your lips in. You both finish with screams and grunts and she scratches your trembling back.

"Follow me, I have a surprise for you."

"Jesus your stamina is ridiculous."

"Don't worry you old lady I'll do the work for now and let you catch your breath."

"Well alright then." She jumps up and follows you savouring the curve of your ass and the sway of your hips as you ascend the stairs to your bedroom. She feels like she’s entranced as she follows you, her cheeks heating up when you cast glances over your shoulder at her. As she walks into your room she's reminded of the last time she was here and her pussy throbs. Her attention falls on the box on your bed and she snaps back to reality to immediately inspect what's inside.

"I figured it would make sense for us to have one here as well. Want to put it on?" She nods her head as she rips the box containing the new strap on to shreds. You giggle as she looks like a child on Christmas ripping open the box but you go quiet again as she fits the harness round her hips and meets your eyes. "Go sit down, get comfy." You nod at the bed as you bite your lip.

"You're so hot."

"I know." You straddle her thighs and sink down on the strap, wincing at the size but persevering until you feel her hips under your legs. You grab her by the back of the neck and pull her forward so your bodies are pressed together. She bucks up into you and you pinch her cheek. "Bad girl."

"Who's fault is that?" You gasp as she chuckles and you push her down by her chest and start grinding down onto her. She tries to grab at your hips to guide you but you pin her wrists down.

"No touching." She whines and you smile as you continue moving on top of her. You speed up and only when your thighs feel like they're on fire do you feel her grinding up into you. You gasp and lean down wrapping your arms around her neck allowing her to encase you in her strong arms.

"What happened to know touching huh?"

"Shut up, I changed my mind."

"Thank god." She flips you both over and presses your thighs to her hips and she drags the dick in and out of you slow and deep. As she speeds up she leans down and spits into your mouth that had fallen open. "Swallow." You swallow her spit and groan as you feel your legs begin to shake. Abby looks down and takes in the sight of the strap gliding in and out of you so easily as it gets shinier with each thrust. You dig your nails into her back and she hisses as she slams into you harder as a response and before you can get a word out your orgasm washes over you and you see white as you whole body tenses. You hear Abby groan and feel her weight collapse on top of you as your muscles slowly relax.

"Good day babe?" She laughs as she looks up at you resting her chin on your chest while massaging your side.

"Good doesn't begin to describe it. Ellie was very obedient, I was impressed."

"You have a way of making people bend to your will."

"Yeah I know that's why you're my bitch."

"You are so unpleasant sometimes."

You both laid together for some time catching your breathe until you dragged her to the shower to get clean. You both argued about the temperature until you settled on a warm shower that she jumped out of much quicker. "Do you want me to change the sheets while you finish up in here?"

"Yes that would be amazing thank you. There's fresh sheets in the closet to the left of my room." She kisses you and leaves you to your shower as you turn the heat dial to as hot as it will go. You feel the water washing away all the dirt from today and as you savour the warmth of the shower you notice your skin feeling as though it is buzzing with the indestructible surge of power you haven't been able to shake since Ellie pulled the trigger.

psa: sorry this took a couple days, life got busy and then i got so high last night i slept for 13 hours so there was not much time to write. Hope this lives up to expecations and if it makes no sense im sorry im still super baked rn <33

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Caretaker

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut (fluff towards the end), dom!Larissa, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on

A/N: I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have been working on this for some time, and I am not 100% satisfied with it, but I just haven't felt very inspired or motivated lately so I pushed myself to finish this. Both because I wanted to post something for my readers and followers but also to get back into it! As always, there might be some errors and mistakes, but I hope you enjoy.

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You had been working at Nevermore as a caretaker for about a month now, and the job was pretty straightforward except you were the only normie and your boss was a gorgeous woman you felt yourself infatuated with. You thought you had seen her looking at you, but you dismissed the thoughts just as quickly. What would she see in you? You had barely spoken to her other than when she needed something fixed in her office or she had specific tasks for you. You were shy and quiet, and she had a dominating presence. You had your own quarters in the staff hall, and you had just gotten out of the shower after a long day when you received an email from Principal Weems, asking you to come to her office. You were afraid someone had complained, not that you could think of anything you had done. It was just your immediate way of thinking, that someone had made complaints or she wasn’t happy with the way you did your job. You got dressed and anxiously walked to her office.

You knocked on the door, and she opened it with a smile. “Please come in, Y/N. I’m sorry, I know it’s late and you have no obligation to be here. I should have mentioned that in the email.” You smiled nervously and nodded before you walked into her office and sat down in the chair in front of her desk. 

You were hesitant to speak, but you also wanted to know if you had done something wrong. “P-Principal Weems, I am sorry if you aren’t satisfied with my work. Has anyone made any complaints?” You fiddled with your thumbs, realising your hands were shaking like crazy.

She chuckled and tilted her head. “Oh, Y/N. No! I am so sorry if you have been worried about that. I simply wanted to get to know you better. I have noticed that you seem to spend most of your time alone, and if that is something you prefer I respect that. I was worried that you might feel lonely. I know you’re new in town, and you always fascinated me. And please, call me Larissa.” She smiled and you couldn’t quite figure out what the look on her face meant.

“Oh, I’m so relieved to hear that pr- I mean… Larissa. I’m settling in well. I’m just not very social, and I am pretty shy and reserved so I don’t mind spending my days alone. A caretaker job seemed perfect for me, because I don’t have to interact with people too much. I do appreciate you inviting me here, though! Don’t get me wrong. I would like to get to know you better too.” You blushed and immediately looked down, fiddling even more erratically with your fingers. You weren’t used to being so open, and especially with someone like her. You had a crush on her that had lasted since the moment you saw her, and the thoughts you had about her were anything but pure and appropriate. 

“There is nothing wrong with that, Y/N. I am pretty much of a loner myself. Partially because my job gets tiring and solitude is a blessing at times, and the job doesn’t make you too popular. Being the headmistress means making decisions not everyone will be too happy about at times. Would you like a glass of wine, Y/N? I was just about to open a bottle, and it would be nice with company for once.” She looked at you with a gentle smile that made you melt and you found yourself blushing.

“Yes, please. Thank you, that would be lovely.” You were relieved that she asked, because you figured you might be less awkward and nervous with some wine in your system and sharing it with her was even better.

“Let’s move to the sofa. Sitting here by my desk feels so formal.” She went and poured two glasses of wine before you both moved to the sofa, and when her hand brushed over yours as she handed you the glass you felt yourself gasping softly. You had never been this close to her before.

You caught her eyeing you up, but you brushed it off. It was probably nothing. “So, Y/N. What do you like to do when you’re not at work? And what brought you to Jericho? If you don’t mind me asking. If it’s too personal, please let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She looked at you with a curious look on her face, and you knew she genuinely wanted to know.��

“Well, I mostly read, hike or tend to my plants. I also like running. I guess I’m pretty boring, but I find that it’s important to fill your time with things you like instead of things society thinks you should be doing. I did that for too long and it drained me. I moved here after my girlfriend broke up with me after she had cheated. I forgave her, but she did it again and then she broke up. I moved to New York because of her, not knowing anyone else and her friends and I didn’t get along too well. So I had to get away. Then I saw the posting here, and I grabbed the opportunity. I am still so grateful.” You found yourself surprised by your openness. It wasn’t like you to open up like that and you had always been an introvert, but it felt surprisingly liberating. She made you feel safe, and it felt good to have someone show such genuine interest in you. You did however feel like you had given her far more than she asked for and it made you feel slightly anxious.

“Your hobbies are pretty similar to mine, Y/N! I like quiet hobbies, and you’re right. Your life is yours and you should fill it with things you like. I am so sorry to hear about your girlfriend. She clearly didn’t deserve you. I am happy you took the chance, because I have been so happy with the work you do here. Your ex-girlfriend must have been a fool. You deserve someone that appreciates you.” She laid her hand on yours, and you immediately felt yourself getting warmer. Just the touch of her hand and her words was enough for your panties to dampen.

“T-thank you, Larissa.” You were nervous, and you found yourself speechless. Your brain couldn’t form a proper sentence and you felt yourself blushing again.

Larissa moved closer to you and the way she was sitting revealed her red lace bra due to her slightly unbuttoned blouse and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring. She put her finger under your chin to lift it and her eyes met yours. You thought you could see a hint of lust in her eyes, and it made you even more certain when she rested her hand on your thigh. 

“You know, Y/N. Forgive me for being bold, but I have wanted you ever since I laid my eyes on you when you showed up for your interview. There is just something about you that I find so extremely attractive.” Her voice was deep and hungry. You had always been attracted to her voice, but when she said those words and confessed that she wanted you, your core tensed up and she was the only one that could untangle it.

“I- I… Feel the same way about you. I just couldn’t say anything. You’re my boss, and I… I shouldn’t have thoughts like that about you.” You smiled at her, and found yourself moving even closer.

“Oh, you have been having thoughts about me, have you? Care to share them with me, Y/N?” her hand moved further up your thigh and you felt like you were on fire.

“Thoughts about you… About you using me for your pleasure. About you fucking me.” You never thought you would admit these things to her, and you couldn’t believe that you found yourself on her sofa with her hand on your thigh.

“Use you? Oh, I think I can find good use for you. Are you going to be a good girl for me, Y/N?” She was practically whispering, and her lips were so close to you that you felt them brush over your earlobe.

You let out a small whimper and gasped “Yes, Larissa. Yes, I’m going to be such a good girl for you.” Your panties were soaked already, and she hadn’t even touched you yet. 

“Strip down for me, Y/N. I want to see all of you.” She leaned back and looked at you with a smirk. 

You blushed, but got up from the sofa and stood before her. You had truthfully never stripped for anyone before and you had little to no idea what you were doing, but you gave it your best. Her eyes grew darker and followed your every movement like a hawk. Once you had removed your panties you stood there looking down. She got up and slowly walked over to you.

“I was right. Your ex-girlfriend was a fool. You are beautiful, Y/N.” She leaned down and kissed you intensely, and when your lips crashed together it was as if everything just fell into place. Her hands gently slid down your back, giving you goosebumps all over. 

“Sit down for me and spread your legs, Y/N.” You blushed and sat down on the sofa, hesitantly spreading your legs while looking away. She put her finger under your chin while kneeling between your legs. She maintained intense eye contact as she started kissing her way up your inner thigh, starting just above the knee. Your breathing went harder and faster and she smiled when she saw how wet you already were. 

“L-Larissa… I need you. Please.” You whimpered and she smiled. She took her time and knew how much it tortured you. She knew it would make you a desperate mess, and she already loved hearing you beg. 

“My sweet girl, so impatient and so ready for me.” Her breath on your skin made you twitch, and she let her tongue slowly slide all the way from your opening to your clit. 

“And you taste so good.” She let out a groan as her tongue went back to your clit in lazy, firm movements. You let out a loud whimper, and you could feel how it was already dripping from you. Her tongue swirled around your clit and it was as if every flick, every movement sent pulses through your body. 

Suddenly, she pushed two fingers slowly inside you, making your walls clench around them and she let out a chuckle and you felt her tongue pick up the pace while she finger fucked you deep and slow. You had been fantasising about what it would feel like ever since you shook her hand and here you were, her face between your legs and her deep inside you and it was even better than you had imagined. You could feel your orgasm build up, and she had clearly noticed. Her tongue found a steady pace while her fingers curled up and it only took seconds before you came in what felt like an explosion as your hips bucked and your thighs shivered. 

“O-oh my god, Larissa... I…” You were exhausted, and your mind was so fuzzy you couldn’t really form a coherent sentence even if you tried. 

“Now, my sweet girl. I’m glad you enjoyed it but I am not finished with you. Please be a good girl and bend over my desk for me. I will be right back.” Her voice sounded almost hungrier than before.

She disappeared through a door and you followed her orders. You bent over her desk, and while you felt vulnerable and so exposed and almost dirty in this position, it also made you eager with anticipation. Suddenly, you heard her coming back. Her steps were slow, and it was almost as if you could feel her hips swaying even though you couldn’t see her. 

Larissa chuckled and stopped behind you “Oh, you do look beautiful bent over my desk, my sweet girl. You think you can take my strap?” She caressed your butt, it was as if her soft hands wanted to reassure you that you were in safe hands.

“P-please give it to me, Larissa.” You could feel how wet you were and it made you blush, but no one had ever made you feel this way before. 

“Such a good girl for me, darling.” She rubbed the tip of her strap on your clit and it made you gasp. She could feel how needy you were for her and she loved it. You were desperate for her to fill you up and eventually she pushed it in. She let it slide in slowly, making you clench around it. It was bigger than you had thought and it surprised you, but it felt so good. She started off slowly, letting you adjust to the size and the sensation.

“It feels so good, Larissa. O-oh my…” You realised how pathetic and needy you sounded but she seemed to like it.

“Oh, you are taking me so well, my sweet girl. You are so good for me.” She picked up the pace a bit and let out a deep growl that made your core tighten. You could tell that she really enjoyed fucking you, and you had truthfully never thought this day would come. Bent over the headmistress’ desk with her deep inside you, praising you for being good for her.

As she picked up the pace again, you grabbed the edge of the desk to keep steady. You never thought anyone would make you feel so filthy but so well cared for at the same time. Your orgasm was getting closer and closer, and she could probably tell by your uncontrollable moans and your shivering thighs. You clenched to the edge of the desk while she pounded you harder until you came so hard your legs nearly collapsed and you swore you could see stars. She grabbed your hips and continued fucking you, and you could immediately feel another orgasm build up. 

“Come for me again, my sweet girl.” Her words sent a deep shiver from your spine down to your core and you came in yet another intense orgasm, and you could feel how it released a wave of arousal down your legs and her strap. 

She pulled out gently and you just stood there, exhausted but so content and satisfied. She went back to the room next to her office and you got up and went over to the sofa to get dressed. 

She came back wearing a robe and looked at you with an almost concerned look on her face. “You don’t have to leave, Y/N. I’d really like it if you would stay the night, but please don’t feel pressured to do so unless you’re comfortable with it.” She smiled gently and chuckled lightly.

“I would love to if you want me to stay, Larissa.” You blushed and grabbed your clothes.

“Come, my quarters are just through here.” She grabbed your hand and smiled. Her quarters were beautiful, and matched her office. Her bed was huge and looked like it was custom made just for her. 

“It’s beautiful here, Larissa. I love the art on your walls.” You admired her artworks. They were all paintings of nature or landscape, and although they were from very different landscapes they all fit so perfectly together.

“Thank you, my love. Art is very important to me, and when I got the job here I wanted to make my office and my quarters my own, so I have carefully selected everything myself. Thank you again for noticing, Y/N.” She smiled and kissed you. 

She removed the cushions and bed throw and took your hand in hers again. “Come, my sweet girl. I don’t want you to be cold.” You followed her to bed and crawled up next to her. You didn’t want to get too close in case it made her feel uncomfortable, but she wrapped her arm around you and pulled you in. You blushed and she kissed your forehead.

“Thank you for letting me stay, Larissa. This has been very unexpected and overwhelming, but in a good way. I have never felt like this before, and it still feels like a dream.” You moved as close as you could get, just to feel her warmth. 

“You have been my dream for months, Y/N. I would love to stay awake for hours and talk with you, but I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep. I will make you breakfast in the morning, and I want to know everything about you.” She gave you a lazy kiss on the cheek and you could tell that she was already drifting off to sleep. You were exhausted yourself, and fell asleep with a smile on your face feeling so safe and cherished. 

#larissa weems x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems smut #larissa weems fancfic #f!reader #wlw #principal weems x you #principal weems x reader #gwendoline christie

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: this happened when I started to write at 1 in the morning to see if anything would come out. eh, happy spooky season?

Warnings: bickering, lots of eye rolls and sighs, some fluff, some suggestive stuff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You started a new job in October and were tasked to plan a Halloween party at the office with Sihtric, your colleague, who was a control freak and Halloween fanatic.

wordcount: 6,7k

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'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly.'

'And because you're new here,' your boss, Uhtred, said with a grin on his face, 'you'll be planning our office Halloween party with Sihtric this year.'

'Oh,' you blinked, 'o-okay.'

And with those words, your first week at your new office job had come to an end, and you weren't sure how you felt. You loved the job, it was perfect for you, sitting behind a desk all day and answering emails about insurances the company you worked for offered. Your colleagues were all nice, for the most part. You just weren't sure about Sihtric, who sat at the desk across from you. He would roll his eyes or let out an annoyed sigh each time you asked him for some help. You were new at the job, afterall, and everyone was kind to help, except for the annoyingly hot Dane. And to make it worse, you now had to spend hours with him to plan a Halloween party all of the sudden. And you hated Halloween.

Still trying to process the idea of your new job as party planner, you grabbed your bag and walked up to the elevator. There, you nearly walked into Sihtric, who was waiting for the elevator already, as you walked around the corner.

'Oh, hey,' you said awkwardly, 'so, eh, Uhtred just told me I am to plan the Halloween party with you.'

'What?' Sihtric snapped his face towards you, stared at you, and then groaned, 'no.'

'No?'

'No.'

You stared at Sihtric, with his handsome, scarred face, his well-kept goatee and his long, wild hair. His mismatched eyes stared down at you, his jaw clenched and his lips pursed.

'No,' he said again as the elevator arrived, and he stepped inside.

'I'm sorry,' you scoffed and quickly followed, 'what do you mean, no?'

'I mean no,' Sihtric said sternly, 'you're not used to being told no, are you, little girl?'

'Excuse me?' you scoffed again.

A few days ago you found out Sihtric had a problem with you because you got your job through Finan, a mutual friend it turned out, who had put in a good word for you with Uhtred. While Sihtric had fought his way into the company years ago, and constantly had to prove himself until last year, when he finally got a permanent contract. A contract which you had gotten right away because of your experience in the insurance business. Sihtric was bitter about that. He simply hated people who fucked, or used someone else, to get to a good job position with a nice pay. And Sihtric felt you had done the latter, using Finan to get you inside the company. But Sihtric didn't know that Finan had suggested he'd put in a word for you on his own. You never asked anything from anyone, and you had also worked really hard to get where you are today. 

You had a bad impression of Sihtric, and Sihtric had a completely wrong view of you. And since he already disliked you, he was not interested in getting to know you better, and he made no attempt to hide that. Beside the contract issue, you were both total opposites, mindwise and stylewise. You always dressed colourful and were bubbly, while Sihtric was always dressed in dark clothes and was rather quiet. You were a bit messy and all over the place, whereas Sihtric was a control freak and got upset when someone took something from his desk without asking. In conclusion: you just didn't vibe.

'You heard me,' Sihtric said, and raked his tattooed fingers through his hair.

'Look, it's not like I'm excited about this either,' you crossed your arms, 'I think we share the mutual feeling of not liking each other.'

'So it seems,' he mumbled.

You huffed when the elevator doors opened again, 'And I fucking hate Halloween too,' you said as you made an attempted to walk out.

'What?' Sihtric nearly yelled, and he quickly pressed the button to close the doors again, locking you in the small space with him.

'What the fuck?' you turned to face him, heated.

'You hate Halloween?' Sihtric asked, disgust on his face as he looked you up and down.

'Yeah, it's stupid. I'm a Christmas person,' you threw your hands up, 'who cares? God, I just want to go home and forget about this for the day.' 

You pressed the button to open the doors, and Sihtric was quick to close them again.

'No, no, no,' he said, 'this is a problem.'

'What?'

'First of all, I always plan this party on my own. Alone,' he said, 'I like to be in control, okay? Second of all, now that we are apparently doomed to work together, you tell me you hate Halloween? This is just unbelievable. I thought you couldn't possibly get worse.''

'Well, you better believe it!' you hissed, and opened the doors again.

You finally got out of the elevator and stormed into the parking garage, and Sihtric followed.

'I take this very seriously!' he snarled, 'you will not mess with my plans!'

'I have no intention of messing with your plans, Sihtric,' you scowled.

'Lady,' Sihtric sighed, and grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, 'next monday, after work, meet me in the lunchroom at five, because the planning starts then. You better be there and bring your Halloween spirit.'

'Fine,' you shrugged, broke free from his grip and walked to your car.

'Bring that Halloween spirit!' Sihtric yelled after you, then sighed, annoyed, and walked to his car, 'witch,' he mumbled as he got in.

'Himbo,' you muttered as you drove towards him, and you both flashed each other a fake smile in passing.

Monday, 5pm.

You found Sihtric in the lunchroom after work with his laptop open. His phone, a notebook and a pencil next to it. You mumbled an awkward hello and Sihtric reluctantly returned the greeting.

'Okay,' he said and leaned back in his chair, 'every year we have a theme. So that's the first thing we have to come up with.'

'Okay,' you pretended to be interested, 'zombie theme?'

'Nah, did that a few years ago already.'

'Vampires?'

'Done that last year.'

'Unicorns?' you already gave up.

Sihtric smacked his lips, 'It's a Halloween party, princess. We want scary, not cutesy.'

'Well, if you show up I'm sure it'll be scary enough,' you rolled your eyes.

'If I were you, I'd wear a mask,' Sihtric snapped back, 'so people won't run away screaming and crying.'

You gasped, offended, and were actually so shocked at what he just said that you had no comeback.

'Jesus,' you scoffed, 'you must be a real hit with the ladies with that rude mouth of yours.'

'Can't complain,' Sihtric said with a sly smile, 'maybe you should get a man to treat you well some time, you might become more fun to be around.'

'Okay, that's it,' you said and got up, 'I'm not working with a douchebag like you. I'm done.'

'Oh, come on,' Sihtric said, then sighed as you walked to the door, 'okay, I'm sorry,' he said quickly, knowing it would make him look bad if you went to Uhtred to say you wanted out of the party planning because of his remark.

'You don't even mean that,' you side-eyed him and his half assed apology.

'Maybe,' he shrugged, 'look, we have to do this together whether we like it or not, okay? Just sit back down.'

You knew Sihtric was right. It was only your second week at the new office, you couldn't just storm out like that, it would make you look bad. And so you sat down at the large table again.

'And come here,' Sihtric said, annoyed, pointing to the empty chair next to him, 'it's easier if we can both see my screen when we search for decorations.'

While you cursed internally, you sat down next to him. Sihtric scooted his chair closer to you, along with his laptop, and you got a sudden whiff of his pleasant cologne. At the same time you took in his scent, you looked at him, and he looked at you, eyes lingering on each other for a moment too long.

'I didn't mean to call you ugly, indirectly,' he said as he looked back at his screen, 'sorry,' he mumbled.

'Thanks,' you mumbled too, 'I also didn't mean to.'

You looked at each other again and a faint smile tugged at both your lips, but you both refused to let the other see it, so you both looked at his screen again. Sihtric cleared his throat and told you to write down whatever cool ideas you saw as he scrolled through an endless list of Halloween themes. The research went quite okay, for an hour, but then you became hungry… and irritated at the fact that you were hungry.

'How much longer do you plan on staying here?' you asked and sat back.

'Oh, we're just getting started,' Sihtric said, and he tied his loose hair back in a bun, 'I often spend half a night here. Why?'

'What? Well, I'm… I'm hungry. It's dinner time basically.'

Sihtric looked at the time and realised he also felt rather hungry, he just hadn't noticed it yet as he was so focused on his research.

'We'll order something,' he said and grabbed his phone, 'what are you up for?'

'Order something?' you grimaced, 'no, I don't order food, sorry.'

'What?'

'What?' you frowned.

'What do you mean you don't order food?' Sihtric asked, confused.

'It means I always cook my own food, you know, healthy food.'

'Not all take-out is junk food,' Sihtric said, 'but you mean to tell me you never order a pizza or something? Or a kebab? Fries? Burgers? A fucking salad?'

'No, I like to prepare my own food,' you shrugged, 'and most of those places seem quite… shitty.'

'Hey,' Sihtric chuckled, 'the crappier the place, the better the food usually.'

'I doubt it,' you said with a disgusted look.

'Oh, come on. Loosen up a little, doll,' Sihtric nudged your shoulder, 'come order a pizza with me. Go wild for once,' he taunted with a grin.

'I don't like pizza.'

'You can't be serious right now.'

'I'm serious.'

'Okay, a kebab then?' Sihtric asked.

'Never had one,' you said, 'they don't look nice anyway.'

'Oh,' Sihtric laughed, 'I'm ordering you a kebab. Wait, no, actually,' he put his phone down, 'we're taking a break. Come,' he said and got up, putting on his leather jacket, 'I'm taking you to the best kebab place in town.'

'What? No,' you gave him a disapproving face, 'absolutely not.'

'Absolutely yes,' Sihtric said, 'come on.'

'Sihtric-'

'Nah-ah,' he hushed you, 'come, let's go, princess.'

You dragged your feet towards the elevator. Going out for a kebab? With Sihtric? This had to be a nightmare. Sure, the fact you hadn't bickered for about five minutes was a good sign, but you had no desire to spend more time with him than was necessary. Whereas Sihtric was simply curious to see how you were when you weren't at work. Yes, he also hoped he was riling you up, but he truly thought you were missing out on some good food. And some fun.

Apparently the best kebab place in town, according to Sihtric at least, was a place called Kebab Corner, and it was located two blocks away from your office. Sihtric ordered you a bun with extra garlic sauce, the same as he always ordered, and he ordered some fries as a side dish too, as well as a drink for you both.

'We're taking our food back to the office, right?' you asked as you waited in the small, warm food place.

'No, we're eating it here,' Sihtric smiled, 'you gotta have the full experience.'

You rolled your eyes and took off your coat with a sour face, taking a seat at an empty table in the corner. Sihtric did the same and sat across from you, then also took off his hoodie, under which he was wearing a black shirt that really showed off his biceps. You couldn't help but stare at his arms, as he placed his sweater on the chair next to him, and let his arm rest on the chair's backrest while he sat back and stared around the kebab shop.

'How did you get those scars?' you suddenly blurted out.

'Which ones?' Sihtric asked.

For a week now you had wondered how he got the scars on his face, and when you saw his arms had a few too, you had wondered out loud by accident.

'A-all of them?' you asked, suddenly feeling shy, 'sorry,' you said quickly, 'you don't have to answer that-'

'It's fine,' Sihtric said, then took a quick sip of his drink, 'the ones on my arms and back are from my father, he didn't like me very much. Those on my face are from my half-brother, he really took after my dad.'

'What? I…,' you stammered, 'I- oh my god, I-I'm sorry.'

'They're both dead,' Sihtric shrugged and fidgeted with his rings for a moment, until he saw your wide eyes. 'Don't worry,' he chuckled, 'I didn't kill them. Wish I did though.'

Before you could speak, your food was served. Sihtric wasted no time and devoured his kebab right away, while you inspected your bun with a disgusted face. Sihtric stared at you, his mouth stuffed with food, and he was clearly amused when you hesitantly took a small bite from your food.

'And?' he asked, while garlic sauce dripped down his chin.

'It's… better than I thought,' you confessed, to which Sihtric grinned, and you thought he looked like a savage caveman, with his mouth full of food as sauce covered his facial hair.

'Can you believe it? Something we both enjoy, who would've thought, huh?' he said as he finished his food and began to eat the fries.

'Why are you always so mean?' you hissed.

'I'm not mean.'

'Yes, you are. You always seem to treat me like I am some stuck up bitch. Just because I like to cook my own food, doesn't mean I'm a snob, or that I'm better than you. I'm not. And I also had to work hard and survive growing up. I had issues with my mother, she completely broke my confidence, and I still struggle with that,' you suddenly spilled, 'so, yeah, maybe sometimes I may come off as cold, but that's only a coping mechanism. And I never asked Finan to get me this job, you know. He did it on his own, because he knew I was perfect for it. I always took care of myself, because no one else did, so let me just have this one time where someone helped me out by getting me a job. You and I,' you said, 'we're maybe not that different, you know? Except that you really are a jerk.'

You then ate your kebab in silence while Sihtric didn't say anything, he just continued his fries and looked at you, with a soft gaze and a half smile. Maybe he was starting to like you after all, in a weird way.

Back at the office you both finally agreed on a theme. You suggested something from a movie, but when Sihtric asked you which movie, you shrugged and said you only watch Christmas movies. Sihtric made a face but then started to smile, and said he knew the perfect movie to use as a party theme; Nightmare Before Christmas.

The next afternoon Uhtred had sent you and Sihtric to go shopping for the decorations. You were not in the mood and just wanted to continue your work, as you were already annoyed that you'd be behind on your emails by tomorrow morning.

'Look at these!' Sihtric said with a beaming smile, pointing at a gigantic skeleton which could be placed in a garden.

'Ridiculous,' you mumbled and continued to look around.

Sihtric got on your nerves as he had to press every "try me" button to find out what sound something would make or what it would do in general. You thought he was being a manchild right now, but something inside you forced you to keep your eyes on him, because it was kind of adorable, in a stupid way. After nearly an hour, your shopping card was still empty. Because every time Sihtric showed you some decorations, you found something to complain about.

'Gods,' Sihtric huffed, 'do you even know how to have fun?'

'I beg your pardon?'

'You don't like anything,' he said, 'it's all too dark, too spooky, too gory, too childish,' he mocked your voice, 'what do you like?'

'I'd like to leave this awful place,' you grimaced at the gigantic fake spider Sihtric picked up, 'ew,' you said as he held it up to you.

'What? You don't like spiders?'

'I don't, put that thing down- No!' you suddenly screamed and started to run when Sihtric ran towards you with the fake spider, 'stop it!' you cried out while being chased.

'It's only a fake!' Sihtric laughed as he hunted you through the Halloween store.

'I don't want to touch it, it disgusts me!' you yelled, 'stop! Please!' you became out of breath.

And Sihtric only stopped because he was laughing too hard at your reaction. You gave him a disapproving look and disappeared into the Halloween outfit department, hoping to find the exit.

'What are you dressing up as?' Sihtric asked after he had followed you.

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'I didn't even want to go.'

'You have to.'

'I guess,' you sighed, 'maybe this?' you grabbed a Snow White dress off its hanger.

'Try it on,' Sihtric encouraged you.

'I don't know, I'll probably look stupid. I'm just not into this whole dressing up spooky thing.'

'I know,' he said, 'but it doesn't have to be spooky. Of course, spooky is fun, but there's nothing wrong with this dress either. Try it.'

Sihtric somehow persuaded you, and you had a blush on your cheeks when you looked in the mirror and realised you needed help to zip up the, rather sexy, princess dress.

'S-Sihtric,' you shyly called from inside the dressing room.

'What?'

'I… I need help to z-zip up the dress.'

'Oh,' he cleared his throat, 'eh, let me find an employee.'

'Okay,' you said and waited.

When Sihtric returned after a minute and told you he couldn't find anyone, you sighed.

'C-could you…'

'Eh, yeah, o- okay,' Sihtric chuckled and entered the dressing room when you gave permission.

He stared at you in the mirror as he stood behind you, his eyes were big and his lips slightly parted, while his gaze was soft. He smiled sweetly and then carefully zipped up the dress, letting his hands linger on your for a few seconds before he pulled away.

'There,' Sihtric said as his mouth had gone dry.

'Thank you,' you mumbled, 'is it… too slutty?' you asked, insecure at how much skin it revealed.

'No,' he chuckled softly, 'it's… you look pretty.'

'So I won't scare anyone off with my face?' you furrowed your brow as you turned to him.

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled and shook his head, 'you drive me insane, yet for some reason I enjoy it,' he said and licked his lips, then left the dressing room.

You were left speechless, with a smile tugging at your lips and a pleasant sting in your stomach. After you had managed to get out of the dress again, zipping it down was easier than zipping up somehow, you put it back where you had taken it from.

'Not buying it?' Sihtric asked as you made way to the store exit.

'No,' you said, and Sihtric sensed a hint of insecurity in your voice.

And you left the store without buying anything.

Back home, you received an email from Sihtric, late in the evening.

I ordered decorations online, whether you like them or not. You'll see them next week when we have to start decorating.

Ps. you should've bought that dress, princess.

The next day you were surprised to see Sihtric was not at work, but you didn't think much of it. When he didn't show up the next day either, you asked Finan if something was wrong. You were kind of worried, but you wouldn't tell anyone, instead you said you needed to speak to Sihtric because of the Halloween planning. Then Finan told you Sihtric struggled with a form of depression, situational depression, and it acts up out of nowhere and knocks him down for a few days in a row. Everyone at work was aware of it, so they always gave him time.

'Another nice treat his father left him,' Finan sighed and went back to work.

You felt bad and decided to email Sihtric when you were still in the office.

Hey, I heard you're not feeling too well. I wanted to let you know I took care of the food and drinks for the party. Anyway, I hope you're doing okay. Look after yourself and remember to eat. Did you eat anything today? In case you need anything, here's my number.

You closed the email with your number and pressed send. And about ten minutes later you received a text from an unknown number, which you quickly understood was Sihtric.

Sihtric: thanks for checking on me

Sihtric: and I didn't eat, no…

You: I'm almost off work, I could cook you some food?

You: actual healthy food, no kebab…..

Sihtric: i'd like that, could use some company I guess

About an hour later you entered Sihtric's apartment. It was cosy, but quite messy, and you hated the Halloween decoration he had up. And Sihtric looked like shit, yet still handsome, you thought. His face was pale, hair even messier than usual, and he looked like he hadn't slept in several days, while that was actually the only thing he had done.

'Thanks for coming,' he said, his voice a little raspy.

'No problem,' you said and looked around the kitchen, 'so, eh, I'll need your help to cut some veggies.'

You dragged Sihtric to the kitchen, knowing that if he'd help you out, he might feel a little better as he's doing something productive. You both didn't speak much as you prepared the food for an easy, quick and healthy oven dish. And while the dish was in the oven, you started to clean up the messy kitchen and a part of his living room.

'Please,' Sihtric said, 'you… you don't have to-'

'I insist,' you said, 'you'll feel better when your home is more tidy, trust me.'

Sihtric stared at you as he sat on the couch, desperately wanting to make you stop, or wanting to help you, but he couldn't. His mental health had him in a chokehold and he couldn't seem to fight it. He felt embarrassed, and worried you probably thought he was just lazy, or worse; just weird.

'Do you have someone who looks after you?' you suddenly asked.

'What?'

'Like… family, friends, a partner of some sorts?'

'Oh,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'not really. I'm quite... lonely. Girls leave when the depression kicks in. And I mean, yeah, some friends ask me how I'm doing but they don't come over, unless I ask, but… yeah, I don't know.'

'Asking for help is hard, huh?' you said mindlessly.

'Heh, yeah,' Sihtric said, and he suddenly choked up when he saw you fold his piled up laundry, and realised what he needed all this time.

He needs someone to look after him when times are rough, someone who stops by and offers help without him having to ask. Someone who seems to not judge him and knows what would truly help him to snap out of it again. Someone he enjoyed having around. Someone like… you? Sihtric cleared his throat as he walked over to you, as he wanted to thank you again but couldn't bring it out. And you looked up at him to find his teared up eyes staring at you.

'Sihtric?' you frowned lightly.

And hearing his name from your lips was all he needed to finally burst into tears. 

'Oh, no,' you whispered and threw your arms around him.

'I'm sorry,' he sniffled.

'It's okay,' you said and squeezed him when he finally hugged you back, 'it will be okay, I promise. These days will pass.'

You held him for a few minutes until he composed himself again, just when he oven ringed. And then you ate in front of the tv, on his couch, and you actually even enjoyed being with him right now. Sihtric tried to keep his eyes off you, but struggled gravely, and only looked away quickly when you looked at him.

'Food okay?' you asked, 'I know it's not a kebab or whatever.'

'It's the best meal I've had in years,' Sihtric chuckled, 'thank you, really.'

'Don't mention it,' you smiled, and both finished your food in silence.

When you cleaned the dishes, Sihtric asked if you wanted to watch a movie or something. He didn't want you to leave yet, but he wouldn't admit that to you. You accepted his offer, as you wanted to make sure he was feeling a little better before you'd leave, but you didn't admit that either. And soon, you found yourself on his couch watching Paranormal Activity, which happened to be shown on tv.

'This is so dumb,' you complained, smiling.

'Oh, please,' Sihtric rolled his eyes with a smile, 'just admit it scares you.'

'Yeah, right,' you huffed, but scooted a little closer to him not much later.

Sihtric grabbed a blanket and invited you to join him under the warm fleece fabric. You accepted, as the movie actually did scare the shit out of you, and you felt oddly comfortable as your shoulders touched. But your own feelings scared you as much as that movie. There was no way you could actually start to like this guy. You were total opposites. There was just no way, you convinced yourself, while Sihtric was apparently trying to convince himself of the same. When the horror movie was finally over, Sihtric seemed in better spirits, and you left his house after he had showered and promised he'd text you if he needed anything. But you were the one to text him first later that night.

You: can't believe that stupid movie scared me, thanks a lot!

Sihtric: wuss ;)

You: very funny…

Then Sihtric called you.

'Are you okay?' he laughed.

'No, this is so embarrassing,' you sniffled on the phone, 'I've been in bed for an hour and I'm terrified to move.'

'Hey,' Sihtric said as he heard your soft sniffles, 'it was just a movie.'

'I'm just not good with those things- oh my god, what was that sound?' you suddenly gasped when you thought you heard something.

'Hey,' he said again, 'everything's fine. There's nothing there, okay?'

'Easy for you to say,' you said with a soft whimper, and hid under your blanket.

'I promise, you're safe,' Sihtric said when you sniffled again, 'listen to my voice, okay? I'm right here, baby girl. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.'

'I can't believe I- I'm saying this,' you scoffed and suddenly chuckled, 'but I… I actually wish you were here right now.'

'Yeah, me too,' he whispered, and you heard a soft chuckle, 'I'd come over if I could, but I took my meds after you left. I can't drive when I'm on them, I'm… I'm sorry, princess.'

'It's okay,' you said, 'I'm glad you took your meds though.'

'Yeah,' Sihtric said, and cursed himself for having to take medication sometimes, as he would've wasted no time to come and see you otherwise, 'I'll stay on the phone until you fall asleep, okay?'

A few days had passed after the movie night, and Sihtric was back at work again and you both decided to never mention that evening at his place, or the way he had stayed up, talking to you on the phone when you were scared, until you fell asleep. And today, it was time to start decorating after work. You met up in the main hall, a floor up from your office, and you walked into a huge mess. Decorations were scattered all through the hall, and you now understood why Sihtric needed nearly a week to prepare the festivity.

'Fucking hell,' you said as you walked towards Sihtric, who turned and greeted you with a smile.

'Here,' he said and pushed a bag with paper bats in your hands, 'if you hang these up over there,' he pointed to a large orange orb he had painted, which was a moon, 'I'll start putting up the tombstones.'

'Tombstones?' you made a face when you saw the decorations he had purchased, but decided against arguing. 

As you hung up the bats, you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. He tried to bite his tongue, but he was going crazy and how you decorated the wall. 

'Don't forget to put them up higher too,' he carefully instructed.

'Yeah, yeah,' you sighed.

Sihtric kept checking on you, and he only had to bite his tongue harder each time he did. The way you didn't seem to care about the distance between the bats, or how they were not all facing the same way… he couldn't witness it anymore.

'Can you, uhm, maybe… try harder?'

'Try harder?' you scoffed, 'I'm doing my best here!' you looked at the dozens of bats you had placed on the wall already.

'Yeah, but, like,' Sihtric stammered, 'they're not… it's not good.'

'What?'

'Bats fly together in the same direction,' he said, 'you can't have one bat go left and five others go right.'

'Are you serious right now?' you asked, nearing your boiling point.

'Yes,' Sihtric said and adjusted some of the bats, 'it's not that hard, okay, princess?'

'You know what, princess,' you shoved the bag of bats in his arms, 'you go and decorate the place, okay? I'm not going to listen to your constant nitpicking.'

You turned on your heels and walked away.

'Princess?' Sihtric mumbled after you. 

His eyes darted between the wall, the bats in his arms, and you walking out on him. Then, he dropped the bats and ran after you as you left the hall. He caught you just when you stepped into the elevator, and stopped it from closing by standing in the door censor.

'Who are you calling princess, princess?' he asked and clenched his jaw as he stared down at you.

'Oh, please,' you rolled your eyes, 'I'm not doing this anymore, okay? Decorate the way you want, I'll see it when it's done.'

'Fine,' Sihtric shrugged.

'Fine,' you hissed.

He took a step back, out of the elevator.

'You really make my blood boil and my cock hard,' Sihtric said just before the doors closed.

And then you stared at your reflection in the empty elevator, wide eyed and… aroused?

Sihtric: look… I really need your help with the decorations

You: are you going to be a little bitch about it again?

Sihtric: I swear I'll…

Sihtric: fine, I won't complain.

The Halloween party was tomorrow, and Sihtric desperately needed help with the finishing touches. Your love/hate relationship had only gotten worse since you walked out the other day, and the tension between the two of you was sharp as a blade. But you still showed up and helped him out. 

'Are those balloons not too far apart?' you taunted as you looked around the hall, hours later.

'Don't push it, lady,' Sihtric muttered, and you grinned.

You both studied the decorations. The full moon with the bats was perfect, the tombstones made for a nice graveyard dance floor area, and the walls were decorated with Christmas lights and thick, fake cobwebs. The ceiling was full of black and orange balloons, and the tables had vases with black roses in them. To make it complete, candles graced the shelves throughout the hall, giving it a strange, spooky romantic vibe, you thought.

'I'll admit, the place looks cool,' you said.

'Really?' Sihtric smiled at you, 'thanks. And, eh, thanks for your help too.'

'You're welcome. But I hope we'll never have to do this again,' you said and grabbed your bag.

'Yeah, well, me neither,' Sihtric said and followed to the elevator.

You both tried to hide a grin as you entered the elevator, and Sihtric asked what you were dressing up as tomorrow.

'I don't know,' you sighed, 'I still don't want to go.'

'Oh, come on, you have to!'

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, 'I don't have to do anything.'

'Gods,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you're such a nightmare.'

'Yeah, well, so are you.'

'Really?'

'Really!'

'Gods, will you just shut up?' he mumbled.

'Fucking make me,' you huffed.

Then, Sihtric suddenly took your face in his hands and kissed you firmly. And he didn't let go until the elevator doors opened.

'I'll see you tomorrow,' he said, and walked out, leaving you speechless once again.

The Halloween party.

You stepped into the crowded, noisy hall on the third floor. The smell of alcohol and apple pie greeted you, as well as some cheap perfume from your already drunk colleagues. You felt out of place and wanted to turn around and run home, until you saw Sihtric, who helped himself to a drink at the other side of the party. You fought a smile when you saw his outfit. He was dressed as a warrior, complete with tunic and leather armour, and even his hair was braided. You thought he looked ridiculously handsome, even more handsome than usual, if that was possible, and you felt your cheeks heat up when you locked eyes with him.

Sihtric stared at you from across the hall, with a drink in his hand, and his jaw slightly dropped. You had listened to him and had actually bought that rather revealing Snow White dress, and he couldn't believe how drop dead gorgeous you looked right now. Well, you always did, he thought, but there was something different tonight. 

You both smiled at each other and wasted no more time to get closer, pushing through the few dancing people as you both crossed the room. And then without thinking, you wrapped your arms around each other and held each other tight for a moment.

'So glad you came,' Sihtric said in your ear as he held you.

His pleasant scent made your knees weak, as did his smooth, honeyed voice. And his grip on you was pleasantly firm.

'I had to, hadn't I?' you chuckled and looked up into his mismatched eyes.

Sihtric smiled and took your chin, and then the music changed to a not so spooky song; the Elvis cover of Unchained Love, and couples ran to the dancefloor. He chuckled and asked you to dance, since the entire moment was cheesy already anyway. You laughed and accepted, and next thing you knew, you were slow dancing in a foggy graveyard, with Sihtric, in the middle of the hall.

'You don't know what you've been doing to me lately,' he suddenly said, halfway through the song.

'Like what?' you smiled as you kept your face pressed against his armoured chest, and your arms around his waist.

Then, Sihtric took your hand and shoved it underneath his leather armour, onto his tunic covered chest, and he took your chin again, pushing your face up to meet his eyes. And then he leaned in, slowly, capturing you in a kiss and not caring who'd see it. And this kiss was very different from the one he had given you in a sudden rush yesterday, in the elevator. This time it was sweet, soft, gentle and tender, but still firm enough to make you feel his heartbeat quicken underneath your hand. And when he broke the kiss, you looked up at him.

'Well you've been doing a lot to me lately too,' you said with a smirk.

'Like what?' Sihtric asked with a cheeky smile.

'Making me want to do things with you I can't possibly do here.'

'Is that so?' he grinned, then took a step back and pulled you with him off the dancefloor.

'Where are we going?' you asked when he guided you out of the hall, to the elevator.

'A secret spot,' Sihtric smiled as he pulled you in the elevator.

And as soon as the doors closed, your lips found each other while your hands moved up to his neck, keeping him close, while Sihtric's tattooed fingers slid up into your loose hair.

'Tell me, lady,' Sihtric breathed as he pinned you against the wall, 'what are the things you want to do with me?'

'I think you know,' you murmured as your lips pecked his neck.

'Mhm,' he hummed with a smile, 'but I want to hear you say it, princess.'

You chuckled softly before you kissed his lips again. And when the doors opened at the top floor, Sihtric pulled you with him out the elevator, into the hallway, where he was quick to push you up against a door.

'Say it,' he almost growled while shoving his hands up your short dress, squeezing your thighs as he kissed and sucked your neck.

'I want you to treat me good,' you breathed as you started to untie his leather belt.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again, 'I'll treat you good, don't worry,' he mumbled in between kisses, and searched for a key he kept in a pouch that was attached to his belt.

He opened the door you were pushed up against before, and pulled you up the stairs to another door, which he quickly unlocked, and then you suddenly stood on the large roof terrace of the office building. The place had an amazing view while being sheltered from other buildings, as they were not as high as the building you worked in. Sihtric took your hand and pulled you with him to some lounge chairs in the middle of the roof, near a fireplace, where he made a fire and pulled you down on the furs in front of it.

'Why the fuck does this place have a roof terrace like this?' you chuckled while you continued to work his leather armour.

'It was supposed to be a lunch spot for employees,' Sihtric said in between the wet kisses he left on your shoulders and neck, 'but last year I found out I'm the only one who actually has a key to go up here.'

'What?' you snorted, 'are you serious?'

'Very much so,' he laughed, 'so I have been sneaking around to make it a cosy place. I often go up here when everything's too much, or,' he snorted, 'when you had been getting on my nerves and I couldn't stand you anymore.'

'Such a gentleman you are,' you joked.

'You couldn't stand me either,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, then nuzzled your nose, 'don't lie. Anyway, I intended to keep this place a secret, actually,' he said with a wink, 'but now it's our secret, I guess.'

'I won't tell anyone,' you promised, and pulled him in for another kiss, 'and yes, I couldn't stand you either,' you grinned and finally took off the leather piece he was wearing.

'Good,' Sihtric unzipped your dress and pushed you down on the soft fur.

'Good that I won't tell anyone or that I couldn't stand you?'

'Both,' he said with a cheeky smile and pulled his tunic off, exposing his insanely toned torso.

'Oh my fucking god,' you whispered under your breath at the reveal.

'Still can't stand me?' Sihtric asked as he positioned himself between your thighs.

'More wondering if I can handle you,' you chuckled, moving your hands up his muscular chest.

'I'll be gentle,' he whispered, 'I promise,' he said and pecked your lips, 'you on birth control?'

'Yeah, don't worry,' you smiled and pulled him close, impatiently, after he had slid down his boxers and you kicked off your panties.

'Tell me, princess,' Sihtric whispered, then kissed your lips softly as he held your face, 'do you want me to make love to you and take you home with me after, or fuck you numb before we return to the party and pretend nothing happened?'

'Both.'

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[wandafiction]

Lunch Date - Just Us Chapter 17

Warnings: Fluff, Humour.

Word Count: 2860

Series List | Chapter 16 | Chapter 18

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I had my head buried in piles of paperwork that had accumulated on my desk from the previous day because I had decided to spend the day with Carol instead of coming to work, but I'm the boss so I can do that every once in a while. I was sort of hoping maybe one of my associates would have been able to sign a few of these things off. Unfortunately, that is not how this was going to work because we were going to be signing on a group of new scientists who had just finished school, apprentices as you will and I am going over their applications with a fine tooth comb. Tony also emailed me about 3 of the 100 candidates and how they are the best of the best. Top grades can just get on with their work, give them something to fiddle with and they fiddle. Give them one of our gadgets and tell them to fix it, they can fix it. So that's who's profile I am currently looking at. 

Peter Parker

Ned Leeds 

Michelle Jones

They all went to the same school, all got into trouble here and there for working on science projects not condoned by the school board but proved they were willing to take risks. I like them! My search is put on pause when my office phone rings, the name on the screen showing my assistant.

"Good afternoon, Boss." The cheery voice echoes through the phone.

"Good afternoon Mantis."

"I have a Miss Maximoff waiting downstairs for you, reception thought they best phone up before sending her up. She says she has an appointment but I don't see one in your schedule." 

"It's not on the books Mantis because it's lunch. Get them to send her up, get Drax to escort her to my office, tell him not to pretend to be camouflage this time." I hear Mantis laugh down the line.

"Of course Boss I will get them to send her up right away." 

A few minutes later there is a light knock at the door, before it opens slightly and Mantis pops her head in the gap. I simply nod at her and she opens up the door, and in enters Drax and Wanda. When I see Wanda I have a large smile on my face that actually hurts my face muscles. 

"You're free to go Drax, just close the door behind you." Drax's eyes go wide.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Just because you stand still and silent doesn't mean you're camouflaged."

"But it works on everyone."

"I'm not everyone though Drax." 

"Hah! No you're not. Right, I will leave you to it boss." 

"Thank you Drax, don't slam the door on your way o...too late." I let out a small laugh as the door slams and I hear Drax's voice through the door as he lets out a small sorry. I turn to Wanda who has a matching smile on her face. "Good afternoon princess."

"Afternoon dorogoy." She lets her accent slip out, god I love that accent. "Should I be offended that I was not in your calendar?" 

"Well maybe I want to keep you as my dirty little secret for a while."

"Oh yeah?" She quirks an eyebrow as she sits on the chair on the other side of my desk laying a few containers on the desk.

"Yeah. You know, sneaking you in and out of the building these super secret meetings." 

"Hmm, and what would these super secret meetings consist of?" She grabs some plastic plates from her bag, wow this woman is prepared.

"Well today's meeting is about food, what do you want the meetings to be about princess?" I see a blush grow on her face and I give her a sly smirk. "Oh, do you like the idea of being a dirty secret? Sneaking around maybe allowing me to bend you over the desk and taking you right here in my office, or you under the desk between my legs." 

"You keep talking like that and we are skipping food." I laugh out loud.

"Unfortunately not today princess, I mean you have to be able to walk back into work without limping." She bites her lip at the thought before pushing my food in front of me. "So what have you made for me princess?" 

"Nothing special unfortunately, just some leftovers from last night with fruit and salad. I am used to cooking for 3 people so I cooked way to much last night." 

"Well whatever it is looks lovely." I scoop some of the food put onto my plate, ready to eat but waiting for Wanda to dish her food up. "Do we need to heat it up at all? I have a microwave in the mini kitchen."

"You have a kitchen in your office?" She looks around, not being able to see it so I point to one of the few doors in the room. "And yeah it's better hot "

"Okay, well follow me to the kitchen then. I only have it because I sometimes work here for days on end, so instead of starving to death I can at least cook. Cooking is a nice break from the work as well so it's a win win. Don't die of starvation, and get to relax."

I lead Wanda into a small kitchen, it literally has a couple of cupboards, an oven and microwave, but also a coffee machine for when I really need to stay awake and a fridge freezer of course. I grab Wanda's plate first by placing it into the microwave and setting it for about 4 minutes. I can see it has chicken in it so it needs to be piping hot. No food poisoning for us. No thank you. I turn to the coffee machine adding in a pod of my choice, caramel latte because you cannot go wrong with one of them...and they are my favourite. 

The beautiful aroma of the food being cooked, well reheated, spreads around the room. I recognise the smell, but will have to taste it to be sure but with Wanda being sokovian it wouldn't surprise me if she has cooked chicken paprikash. As the coffee machine is finishing off my drink, the microwave beeps so I take out Wanda's food, give it a stir and put it back in for 2 minutes then head back to my coffee which is now ready.

"What would you like?" I realise we have been stood in silence, as once again Wanda just observed me like she is in some sort of trance.

"Sorry, what?" She blinks a couple times coming back to reality.

"What coffee would you like?"

"Does that thing make iced lattes?"

"It does. Any flavours?" She nods and points to the caramel. "Good because it was that or nothing." 

The microwave beeps once again as I start the coffee machine to make Wanda's drink, I shuffle over to the microwave using a tea towel to take it out and place it on the counter. I grab a proper plate from one of the cupboards and transfer Wanda's food onto it. I slide the plate over to where Wanda is standing while pouring my food into a microwaveable dish and putting it in for four minutes, just like I did for Wanda's.

"That smells really good princess, can't wait to try it." She covers her mouth with her hand when she goes to speak.

"Well it's my favourite, so I really hope you like it. It's something special from Sokovia." 

"I believe it's Chicken Paprikash, right?" Wanda smiles at me as she takes another bite.

"It is. How did you know?" 

"Don't forget I've travelled to Sokovia." The coffee machine finishes off her drink and I hand it over. "There's a nice place there where the Old Sokovian witches, well that's what they call themselves, make the meal from scratch. I believe the place is called the coven."

"You've been to the coven? Wow, normally they don't let anyone who is Sokovian inside." I shrug at her with a small smile. "What did you do?" 

"I may or may not have saved the head 'witches' grandson after he got shot by one of ultrons men. Let's just say I was made an honorary Sokovian after that as I then took down the guy, saved the child's life and paid for anything the child needed afterwards. No child should go through that." 

"And here I thought you just travelled there for business to add more to your account." Okay ouch, but I guess from many stories of millionaires who don't share their wealth or do good by their wealth paint this picture for the rest of us. "Sorry not that you don't help, and give money. I just guess, I don't. I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that." 

"It's okay Wanda." The microwave pings, as I think of what to say next I stir my food, placing it back in for a bit longer. "What's your take on my wealth? Like does it bother you?" 

"I thought it would, but I guess with how much you help with your money I can't really judge you for being a good business woman. I'm also not in this for the money if that's also what you want to ask. I have no interest in using you as my sugar daddy, well sugar mama I guess. I mean of course I would love to be spoiled but I'm not after your money." 

"That's not what I expected to hear, but also it was." Wanda gives me the 'that makes no sense' look but before I can explain myself the microwave interrupts.

Damn microwave. I hold up my finger to let Wanda know all will be explained in a moment as I walk to the microwave taking my food out, giving it a small smell and letting out a happy sigh. This shit smells good, looks good and made by a Sokovian so it's going to taste so fucking good, my mouth is watering just at the sight of it my taste buds very excited to be having this once again. I usher Wanda out of the kitchen, both of us with drinks and food in our hands, placing it down on the desk. I clear off the paperwork by putting it in one of my filing boxes and sticking it on top of the filing cabinet and close the lid of my laptop, and turn off my computer screens so there are no distractions on this lunch date.

I stab my fork into my chicken, I can feel Wanda's eyes on me waiting for my reaction. I bring it slowly to my mouth, leaning over my ate looking at Wanda through my eyelashes as I bring my fork mouth slowly biting off the chicken. I chew a few times and fling my head onto the back of my chair and moan at the taste as it almost devolves in my mouth. The chicken is cooked perfectly, I can taste all the herbs and flavours in the sauce. This is fucking amazing! I look back to Wanda after swallowing to see her blushing heavily, I point my fork at her then at the food.

"Speechless." I take another bite as a big grin covers Wanda's face, her eyes almost closing her nose scrunched. HOLY SHIT, SHE SCRUNCHED HER NOSE! Cute!

"Good speechless? Or bad speechless?" 

"This is fucking delicious Wanda. It's fucking amazing. I mean it literally melted in my mouth. This is on par if not better than when I went to the coven." Her jaw drops at my admission.

"I knew it was good. But now you're just lying, nothing is better than the coven."

"Well this is." I take a bite, then another. "You have to cook this on Saturday, please." I give her my best puppy dog eyes and pout.

"I can't say no to those eyes." She leans across the desk to peck my lips a couple of times till my pout turns into a smile.

"Pouting gets me kisses. Noted." 

"You're a cute dorogoy." 

"I know." I swing in my chair like a child as she laughs at my reply. "You're cute too princess." 

"Good save." She winks at me as she continues to eat her food moaning herself as she eats it. "You're right this is so good. It doesn't matter how many times I eat and cook this, it seems to get better every time." 

"Well I mean maybe it's because I'm not actually Sokovian, but mine never tastes this good." Wanda hums in thought as I take another bite.

"But you're an honorary Sokovian so I'm sure it tastes just as good." I twist my lips thinking about it. No mine will never be this good.

"Nope. You add a secret ingredient and I can't put my finger on it." A take another bite, taking my time to chew to see if I can figure it out.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Who knows." I look up at her through squinted eyes and point my fork, that has a bit of chicken on it, towards her.

"What's your secret?" Wanda rolls her eyes, leaning forward to steal the chicken off my fork smirking at me as she swallows my mouth agape in shock. So I lean over the desk, stab my fork into a piece of her chicken and eat it. 

"That secret is for me to know and for you, well, it's for me to know." 

"Har har, so funny using my words against me. Really you're hilarious." I state sarcastically as I take another bite of my chicken.

"You will get to know my secret ingredient when I know your secret ingredient." 

"So if I was to say my secret ingredient is my love for making them, what would you say?" She tilts her head giving me an unamused look.

"I would say, I'm not dumb and you're not getting the answer from me."

"Fine, keep your secrets. I like this mysterious thing you've got going on." Wanda laughs out loud as she shakes her head at me through her laughs.

"You're such an idiot, if I'm mysterious you're just as mysterious miss secret keeper." 

I gently place my fork on my plate, wiping my mouth with a bit of kitchen towel and lean back into my desk chair letting out a satisfied sigh. Wanda does the same a few moments later, both of us just basking in the silence and each other's company. Every now and again we catch each other staring and we send a smile to each other as we both end up blushing. It's kind of cute and relaxing. Not going to lie. 

We are brought out of our quiet bubble by a knock at the door. I look at the clock on the wall, Holy shit it's just turned 2! Wanda is late getting back. I clear my throat before telling the person behind the door to come in.

"Sorry to interrupt Boss, Miss Maximoff. But your 2 o'clock has just turned up." Wanda looks up at the clock herself and stands to start packing away.

"Who's my 2 o'clock again, Mantis?" I say as I smooth out my suit and help Wanda to pack up her stuff.

"Your meeting is with Nebula." 

"About the security stuff right?" Without my laptop I'm not always the best at remembering who I have a meeting with and when because I have so many meetings.

"Yes Boss it is."

"Thank you Mantis. Can you show Miss Maximoff out once she leaves."

"Of course Boss. I will be outside." With that she leaves, closing the door gently behind her.

"Sorry that our date has to end like this, I completely lost track of time." I say as I wipe down my desk now Wanda has packed everything back up. She makes her way over to me cupping my face with her hands.

"Don't be, I lost track of time too. I had a really good time." She stands on her tiptoes pecking my lips a couple of times, but I end up deeping it, capturing her lips between mine.

 As I pull away I bring her bottom lip with me realising it with a pop. Rubs her lips together licking slightly with her tongue, her eyes shiny with an emotion I can't quite read.

"I will see you on Saturday dorogoy. I'm home all day, so come over whenever." She pecks my lips again.

"I will see you Saturday princess. Now off you go." I peck her lips a couple of times until she smiles which makes me smile. 

She kisses me one last time before turning towards the door. Wanda opens the door but turns around to face me and sends me a kiss so I send one right back. Her smile widens and she practically bounces out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

I'm really falling for this woman, and I can't stop. I just hope she feels the same.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda x you #just us series

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Kill Of The Night

Soldier Boy Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: When none other than Soldier Boy, the veteran Superhero that went MIA for decades, accepts to meet with you for an interview, you’re sure it’s the best day of your life and that your career will really start after that. But it's not for your talent that he chose you. And it's not just freedom that he lacked.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, consensual sex going on dub-con and then non-con, injury, attempted murder, violence, swearing, Soldier Boy being an asshole (what a surprise!)

Word count: 2311

A/n: So this was written quite fast, so sorry for any mistake! I wanted to keep it like sexy but my brain always goes for the drama and the dark, so sorry about that! Hope y'all still enjoy! @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @candy-coated-misery0731 @siospins2

Don’t forget to leave a feedback! This was inspired by this gif oop.

The man standing in front of you was handsome.

Piercing green eyes. Perfectly trimmed beard. Hair looking so soft, and yet, untouchable. Like he was some kind of God that was suddenly back on earth for a purpose bigger than you.

When Soldier Boy reappeared, people started wondering. Where had he been? Nothing was written on that matter, no information or reasons as to why the first superhero to ever see light was one day simply gone. His story was almost extinct by now, people were forgetting him, and everything he did for the world, the wars he fought in, the sacrifices he made, they were all forgotten.

So when one day he got back on stage, looking better than ever, not at all aged since his last appearance… Talking like nothing had happened, people started to talk. Ask question. And his story had been unearthed, his past, brought back under the sun. Journalists were fighting each other to have only a minute with him, anything to get their moment of glory. So when he answered your email, saying he accepted to be interviewed by you, you didn’t take into account the little details that were suspicious, like the fact he was choosing the place of the meeting and that you absolutely had to be alone. No camera or recording of his voice, you could take notes, and that was it. No evidence of what would happen.

But blinded by excitement, all you could see was how good it would make your career go. You would become one of the best journalists for sure. And all of those other pickering assholes would like at you from the bottom of the stairs.

The day finally arrived. And even if the email said no camera, the journalist in you couldn’t help it… You had to get some proof that it really happened, just in case people didn’t believe you. Just in case, you told yourself as you placed carefully the tricked teddy bear that had a camera hidden in its glossy eyes. The interview would be in the living room, so you faced Teddy's gaze right at the couches, where you assumed the supe would sit.

Moments later, knocks at the door.

Okay Y/n. Calm down. This is just another normal interview you’re doing… Who am I kidding? This moment, it’s the moment that will change my life.

You were right on that. That moment would change your life forever. But not the way you thought. And not in a good way either.

The moment you opened the door, you fell right under his spell. Under his timeless beauty. He wasn’t wearing his helmet, that had to be so uncomfortable, but he was wearing the rest of his costume.

You stayed frozen for a couple of seconds, admiring his every being, when you realized you should be talking.

“Hi, sorry, uhm, thank you for accepting to see me, I’m Y/n,” you ended up finding your words.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. Simply. He didn’t present himself, he didn’t need to. It was the whole point, after all. Meeting him to know his story, to know him. But when he said those words, the moment the smile stretched his perfect lips…

You were done for.

It was supposed to be an interview, and the interview was supposed to be in the living room.

You walked to the room with him, but that was the only thing that followed the script you had in your head of what would follow. Because next thing, you were pinned on the couch, his mouth on yours and his harsh, strong hands on your thigh. Going up and up under your skirt…

At first, it felt good. Him jumping on you made you feel desired. Interesting. Sexy. He was growling and touching you like you were his drugs and he needed a dose. His lips were kissing yours like you were food he was devouring. And the sound he made, broken groans, like an animal that finally got his prey under his claws.

And you let yourself be touched. Be kissed. Be dominated. Because it meant nothing. Because banging the superhero meant a link with him, it meant you would have a connection for many further interviews.

Even when his kiss got rougher, when his beard scratched and burnt your skin, when his strong hands ripped out your skirt and your panties, you let him do, and you even moaned under him.

Soldier Boy didn’t remove his clothes, but you heard it, the zip of his pants. You knew what was coming, and you wanted it, so bad. You were dripping by now, your hands lost in his hair or holding tight on his broad shoulders, kissing back with as much need and want than him. So when he pressed his cock to your entrance, you didn’t push him away.

When you felt his length slip inside of you, you didn’t think of the line you were about to cross.

Not like you had the time anyway.

Soldier Boy snapped inside of you and buried himself to the hilt, and fuck he was big. Big and thick and throbbing inside of you, it cut out your breath and you broke the kiss to be able to breathe. It was so much, all at once, you needed time to adjust to his girth…

But he didn’t want to wait.

Already, he was pulling almost all the way out and snapping back inside with as much force. Another broken gasp escaped your mouth and choked in your throat as a moan mixed with it. Soldier Boy fucked you into the couch, so hard, it was barely if you could breath. He was rough, not leaving you a single second to adjust, to have a break, he was fucking you like you were only a doll for him. Only a sex doll.

Leaving you your mouth to breathe, he started kissing your neck, his warm breath tickling your ear each time he grunted. Your hands weakly grabbed his shoulder, trying to make him slow down since your mouth was unable to process any words, but the only answer you got was a low, warning growl. He pulled out completely, and you thought he finally got the message, but as suddenly as he stopped, he manhandled you into your stomach and drove back inside of you. Immediately fucking you again.

It felt good, and at the same time, it hurt. But the mixte of the two, of his cock hitting so deep it touched your cervix, of his hands bruising your hips, of his teeth biting your shoulder at the limit of breaking your skin…

It was too much. Way too much for you. Broken moans were now leaving your mouth. And what happened next was unexpected, because you didn’t feel it build up. But suddenly, you were clenching hard around him, so hard, and the coil in your stomach was ripping, and you were cumming around him. Juices flowing down your thighs, drenching the couch, soaking his cock. And as you came hard under him, Soldier Boy didn’t slow down at all and kept fucking you until you came again. Your first climax wasn’t even over that you were cumming again. It wasn’t as powerful as the first one, but it still felt… exhilarating.

Soldier Boy fucked you through your second orgasm with rougher thrusts. Deeper. Slower, but harder. One of his hands shot to your mouth and he bent your head back as he gave the last thrusts. You stopped breathing completely, his hand was so large it was covering both your mouth and nose, but you didn’t panic, because you could feel him cum inside of you, long ropes of hot liquid filling you up. His cock twitched until it was empty, and finally, his hands let go.

You were breathing so fast, it was almost impossible to let oxygen enter. It was the hardest, roughest sex you ever had in your entire life, you were almost sure it was even the best. But now, you were so tired, exhausted, your body ached under him, the places he squeezed too hard or where he bit you, your private parts hurt too… and you still had to do the interview.

Soldier Boy wasn’t moving.

He was still buried inside of you and you could feel the inside of your thighs soaked with your juice and his release. But he was still inside of you. And only a couple of seconds later…

“Fuck…”

He was thrusting again, as hard has he had been fucking you since the begining. Like he had a never endless stamina, a never endless hunger to satiate. 

“Hm!” you tried to speak, but a moan escaped your mouth instead. It was rough again, but slower, like he was now taking his sweet time fucking you, feeling you around him. Yet, everytime he snapped inside, you felt him so deep… It was hurting now. You were so sore. “Please, can you go hm! Slower…” You were afraid to ask. Afraid to tell him to stop, after all, he was the key to your success. And you were consentant, at least, you were at first…

Soldier Boy didn’t answer immediately, but he slowed down even more, and relief washed over you for a slight moment.

Until you felt his strong grip circling your throat and squeezing. Until air no longer entered.

“You shut your fucking whore mouth, or I fucking snap your neck, you hear me? Sluts like you deserve this. You should count yourself grateful I’m fucking you, bitch!”

A strong slap on your cheek made you see stars for a moment, the hand still holding your throat.

“I wanna taste the way that you bleed...”

After that, fear prevented you from fighting more against his grip. Fear even prevented you from making a single noise, and tears rolled down your cheeks silently.

Fear let Soldier Boy fuck you until he came again. And again.

He fucked you until he was done with you. And once he was done, he pulled out and left you on the couch. Like you were only a sex toy he was done using.

“Yanno what, I was about to let you live,” he said, and you lifted your head to look at him. Mascara was running down your cheeks at how much you cried, praying whatever God it would be over soon. Finally, you thought it was over… But then you saw where he was standing. Soldier Boy was in front of the shelf… Where you put the Teddy bear. The only proof of what happened. Of the hero raping you. “You fucking whore filmed this, huh?” He grabbed the bear and squeezed it in his hand until it broke. “You don’t deserve to live.”

The only thing you remember after that was the light. Burning, scorching, even, filling the room. It melted and burnt everything around, and if you already weren’t in so much pain, you could swear you saw the light come out from his chest.

Next time you opened your eyes, you thought you were dead. And it was only normal, everything felt like you were dead.

You couldn’t feel anything. Not pain, not your body, not air entering your lungs.

When you tried to open your eyes, white was surrounding you. White ceiling, white lights, white walls… White blankets. It smelled bad, strong, detergent, death, blood…

But it didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt. You didn’t have to breathe by yourself. Didn’t feel the bed you were probably in. Cause this looked like a hospital room, right?

It was exactly like you were dead.

You were sure of it until you heard the voices.

“Another explosion, you know what it means…”

“It means that cunt is still out there, blasting whatever shit that’s in him, killing bloody people!”

“Butcher, she’s still alive. It should not be possible.”

“There was radioactivity, or some kind of similar emanation back there where he was locked up… I asked some people to do some tests. That supe was confined there for so long, he build up a fucked up load of energy. Of powers. There’s no denying it, everytime that fire thing leaves his body, it contains compound V.”

“You think… La fille…”

“She’s the only one still alive. For all we know, it could be only a coincidence…”

“Or, she’s our new weapon.”

It was like they were right there with you in the room so much you were hearing them clearly. But when you finally forced your eyes open to better look at where you were, it was to see no one. 

As you removed the covers from your body, your first goal was to leave and find the people talking. Ask them what they meant, if they talked about you, what happened, if you were dead…

But as you removed the covers, you noticed your skin.

Burnt. Grey. Decayed.

Your hands, arms, legs, everywhere it was burnt and disgusting.

You tried to scream. But nothing came out, nothing but a guttural, animalistic noise.

You tried to breathe, but found it was not necessary. Reaching out, you tried to find any tube that would be there, pouring oxygen into your lungs for you, but found nothing but your skin. 

Taken by panic, you jumped out of bed and rushed for the door, tried to open it, but found it locked. Panic increased. An interview. It was only supposed to be an interview, the interview that would boost up your reputation and your career. 

But as you tried the handle again, you got a glimpse of your reflection in the glass of the door.

This time, the scream left your mouth, though it didn’t sound like a scream. More like a long growl of agony. And next thing, the door was getting ripped off its hinges and thrown away far.

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[itzy0megaverse]

Better Tomorrow~ (b!Reader, o!Ryujin)

A/n: So this is another fanfic swap set up by @writers-gf !! However, this time she got together a whole bunch of itzy writers, what their promps are and swapped us all with each other. I received the request from @ryuttaeng !! The prompt for this was “do you actually hate me i know we’ve had our differences and stuff but like-“ “name. i’ve never actually hated you” with Ryujin. Another side-note, I wasn't sure if Ryuttaeng was ok with this being an omegaverse thing (our swaps are a surprise so I couldn't ask) and so I've left out the whole omegaverse plot for this fanfic. However, if you do want to read this as a/b/o, I wrote this with beta!reader and omega!Ryujin in mind so (while there's no hints of that in the story) you can picture it that way if you want to.

Requested : ✔️

Reader : Gn

Tw : Reader makes some assumptions about Ryujin that are far, FAR from the truth... Just know this is fiction and this does not apply to real life.

Working free-lance meant you were almost always at home, on your laptop, meetings and emails all day. Being locked up in your house had been getting into your headspace negatively and so you'd decided one day to take your laptop to the local coffee shop and do your work there. That was a mistake. You didn't want to disturb anyone so took the seat in the back corner of the establishment and it wasn't an issue at first. Then 'Ryujin' showed up.

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The first day she walked right up to you and simply stated "You're in my seat." Her dark hair, dark eyes and dark aura pushed you away from her immediately. She just stood there looking down on you with laptop and notebooks hooked into her side under her arm. A flat line for a so-called smile, boarderline scowl.

Having been frozen staring at her for a few seconds you snapped out of it and spoke, gathering your things haphazardly. "Ah- Sorry. I didn't realise people got specific seats in here." Probably came out a little more passive aggressive then you wanted it to but by the time you realised it was too late and you felt too ashamed and overwhelmed to apologise. Instead you fell silent and moved further over on the sofa seats. This way it was still technically the same comfy sofa seat you were sat in before just at a different table.

You both just went quiet and got on with your work for a little while until a husky voice snapped you out of it. "What's your name?" You had to look up and around at where you were for a second, unable to figure out where the voice had come from or if it was even meant for you. Shaking it off, you were about to get back to work but the woman next to you turned from her work to make eye contact.

"What's your name?" She repeats. You stutter and raise a finger up to your face in a 'me?' type gesture. The woman just sits there, staring at you. Waiting patiently for an answer. "Y/n..." You mutter out. She simply nods her head and turns back to her work, no expression visible on her face. You were half expecting a name back in return but got none. So you just focus on your work instead of trying to figure out the mystery next to you.

It wasn't an issue past that... until it was. The issues started when the cafe got busy. Multiple customers of all ages, genders and looks kept walking up to the mysterious girl next to you trying to... talk?... flirt? you weren't sure but at the very least they were trying to get her attention. The problem was that they were getting your attention too.

The first few didn't bother you but it got more and more distracting as the day went on. More and more people coming to "have a chat" with the pretty girl who's name was apparently Ryujin. What annoyed you more though was the fact Ryujin just went along with it. She entertained them knowing she wouldn't get her work done and knowing it was affecting you too. You'd noticed her glance over at you a few times to see if she was bothering you. She knew and didn't say anything.

You didn't say anything either though. Hopefully it'll get better tomorrow.

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It did not get better tomorrow.

When you walked in, you immediately went to your newly allocated spot to avoid another altercation. Thankfully, you'd arrived before Ryujin had and so was able to get at least an hours work done in peace before any distractions popped up.

"Oh. You're here again?" That question snapped you out of your focus bubble. Ryujin had asked it as she began to set up her own workspace. Slightly annoyed with the judgemental tone in her voice you responded with another, this time intentionally, passive aggressive comment. "Yep! Unfortunately, this is a public place that anyone can come to." Ryujin seemed to freeze a little while you kept working and after a second, Ryujin continued too.

She also continued with the suitors popping up every 30 minutes, distracting you for almost the entire day. Her sickly sweet tone bothered you especially. Knowing what this woman was really like and how she spoke to people who didn't want to be in her panties was distressing to you. Today was not any better.

However, you liked the staff. You liked the cafe. You liked the aura and didn't want one girl to subdue all of that. So instead of leaving, finding a new place to work or just going back home, you decided to try the same cafe one more time just in a new seat.

Hopefully that'll be better tomorrow.

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It was much better tomorrow.

This time being sat near the entrance, you'd seen Ryujin show up about an hour after you'd started working and let her pass by you without notice. You continued working and working and... you actually got a lot done today. You could hear the faint chatters of Ryujin's voice and plenty others you recognised from the past 2 days but they weren't loud. They weren't over powering. They weren't very audible at all. It felt amazing to sit down and get your work done for a change.

You were so focused on the screen in front of you that the two legs walking up behind the screen startled you. You flinched a little but then re-gained composure to ask what was needed. "Hi- oh..." Thinking it was a member of the cafe's staff, your voice had started out cheery and delightful before it dropped into slight fear.

Ryujin was stood there in front of you. Just like 2 days ago. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark aura. At first you didn't know what to say. You just froze. Ryujin seemed to do the same too at first. Then she spoke. "You're not in your seat." Silence fell heavy over the two of you. 5 simple words that sent you in a spiral of confusion. Before you could ask her to clarify however, she was walking away whispering "Please come back." and she was gone.

....

.......You didn't know what to do. This girl hated you. She has to by now. So why is she semi-demanding you come sit near her again?

Confused but determined, you pack up all your things and follow the steps the mysterious girl had left for you. With all your things in hand you make your way back over to your seat and sit down as requested. Thankfully the coffee shop wasn't too busy at this time and you and Ryujin were alone in the back. After a few deep breaths you turn and confront the situation.

You move over so you're sat next to Ryujin, causing her to turn and look away from her work. You see her tense up a little yet the shy smile she emanates surprises you. She tucks the smiling lip between her teeth to bite it back but it's still noticeable. Anyway, you decided to confront the situation and so it's your time to do it. You take a deep breath in and out... then speak.

“Do you actually hate me I know we’ve had our differences and stuff but like-“ “Y/n. I’ve never hated you!?” Ryujin's tense body relaxes as her face drops into a serious expression. You freeze. 'What?' You think. You were so sure. So certain. So determined to think she hated you. Yet here she was. Remembering your name even though you'd only told her once 2 days ago. Staring lovingly at you while your brain was running overtime.

You watch her eyes dip down slightly. It looks like she's contemplating something too. Deep heavy breaths she's taking. Then she flinches. Leaning forward for a millisecond before pulling back. You blink, finally putting together everything going on in her brain.

So you lean in, move over in your seat even more closer to her, lean in a little more, place your left hand on her cheek and lean in the last few centimetres. Your lips touch. You didn't know you needed this. It's gentle and sweet. Just a small taster. But hat's all you need.

You both lean back with two looks of mild confusion and mostly adoration, gladly finding that same look in the other.

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The next day, it felt so amazing to hear Ryujin tell each of her suitors that she was sorry but she was already interested in someone else.

#omegaverse #itzy omegaverse #ryujin x you #itzy ryujin #ryujin #ryujin x reader

[marooosa]

Hate You, Want You

A/N: I wrote this super impulsively and did Not proofread it, so please disregard spelling and grammatical errors. Enjoy! 

Prompt: college! Austin and Y/N can’t stand each other, especially when they are paired together for a music composition project.

Warnings: Smut, being a Music Major lol

It was nearly midnight. You were exhausted from the day’s classes and your late shift at work. You loved your job, the tips and pay were incredible for what you do, but it’s hard to not feel worn out when three of your coworker’s called in sick and your manager spent the evening working on the “schedule” in his office, leaving you alone on the floor. 

Checking your course pages, you find an announcement in your Theory class: 

Hello all,  

Sorry to bother so late, I just finished grading last weeks’ work! Tomorrow’s class we will begin our Partner Composition project. Please take a look at the requirements in the Syllabus, but we will also review my expectations and I will be happy to answer your questions in class tomorrow. I’ve already assigned partners, so please take a look at the list below!

P.S. I’ve also attached your phone numbers so you can easily contact one another, because who actually checks their email? 

See you tomorrow! 

You keep reading, scrolling further down the page to search for your name. You had a few friends in your class, so you hoped to be paired with one of them. The class was engaging and fun, but you dreaded going each week because of-

Austin Butler and Y/N Y/L/N

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” you groan, hands covering your face. You’re a friendly person, you enjoy helping people out and love to be friendly with nearly everyone, but that friendliness dies with Austin fucking Butler. 

It started when he transferred into your program during your third year. Being punctual, you were the first person sitting in your class. It was a normal day, you were responding to emails when, quite literally, the most beautiful man you have ever seen strolled in through the door. He was dressed casually, but something about those dirty blonde curls paired with piercing blue eyes and a strong jaw had your mouth gaping, and that combination was simply too much to handle at 9:03 AM on a Tuesday. 

You didn’t even realize how long you had stared at the time until he cleared his throat, “You know, you should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

You didn’t even respond, feeling too embarrassed that he had caught you staring. Your cheeks had burned red for the rest of that class, and your embarrassment swelled each time you both caught each other’s eye.  

Since that first moment, it seemed like he does everything in his power to make a fool out of you. Always correcting your answers when you participate, disagreeing with literally every discussion board you post and making sure to let you know that you’re an idiot, and staring at you so intensely during last semester’s recital that you could feel his eyes burning into you, causing you to shake like a leaf (even though you had performed countless times in the past and weren’t even performing challenging repertoire) and almost miss a beat. 

He just bothered you, he’s too pretty to be that much of an asshole. But God, he is pretty. It’s frustrating really, to waste such a perfect face and a gorgeous body on such an insufferable person. 

You slump even further into your hands, truly considering transferring because of a two-week project. Your phone chimes, jolting you up for you to see a text from an unknown number: 

     +1 *** *** ****

     Hey partner, aren’t you so excited for tomorrow?

Checking the page, you see that the number is attached to the man you can’t stand. Although your mind tells you not to, you find yourself writing him back,

     Oh yeah, I really can’t Wait to be forced around you for 2 weeks, 

Thinking you should add something else to get under his skin, you continue: 

     why’d you ask? can’t stop thinking about me? 

You decide to get dressed for bed while you wait for his reply, washing off the day’s makeup and changing into pajamas. While brushing your teeth your phone lights up: 

     Mhm. You know I can’t, maybe I’ll even dream of you tonight.

‘He’s such a dick’, you think, cheeks warm for no reason. Leaving him on open, you slide into your bed, reaching to grab your charger when he double-texts:

     I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you? 

Face much hotter now and heart beating far too fast to just be curled up in bed, you respond boldly for the final time before turning your phone off for the night,

     maybe I would

     why don’t you find out? 

Closing your eyes and exhaling deeply, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, trying and ultimately failing to keep your mind off of Austin…

His left hand is splayed across your hips, pinning you down to the bed, your bed. Meanwhile his right hand is keeping your legs open, head buried between your thighs. Your fingers are buried in his hair, effectively holding him down. 

He’s making these sinful noises, lips attached to your clit, tongue lapping at it in circles. 

“H-Holy fuck, Austin, oh my god,” you whine, hips trying to move from the overwhelming sensation. 

You’ve come once already, but Austin is determined to get you off again, his tongue slides down your slit, pushing inside of you so perfectly. He moves up and down for a moment before finding home back on your most sensitive part, two fingers sliding into you to replace his tongue. 

His fingers are moving at lightning speed, curling into the way he knows will make you fall apart. The sounds in the room are obscene, your whining, his low moans, the squelch of his fingers.. 

His lips pull off of you for a moment, “You taste so goddamn good, can’t get enough of you,” 

You’re close, that ball in your stomach growing bigger and bigger, 

“Could stay here forever, make you cum all day if you’d let me. Get you off however you want.. with my tongue, my fingers, my cock,” He flicks his tongue quickly around your clit now, fingers pumping in and out of you. You’re so close, nearing the edge, not being able to hold back any longer, 

“Come on, baby, want this pussy to cum all over my face,” 

And with that, you’re coming so hard you can’t even see, can’t even hear, and everything turns white…. 

You wake up suddenly, the sun too high in the sky for your liking. 

‘Shit shit shit’ you think, ‘I’m late!’ 

Pt. 2? Thank you for reading! 

#austin butler x reader #austin butler smut #elvis 2022 #smut #college au #this is filthy at the end

[popcornforone]

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A Mr Ben Fan Fic

Had no intention of writing Mr Ben again & then I had a random idea & I knew it had to be used with him. It just worked so I knew I had to do it. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Synopsis: After a chance meeting with the infamous Mr Ben you then stumble upon his email address & temptation takes over.

Word Count:2200

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE OVER 18! Lust at first sight/touch, sexual fantasys, slight age gap, teacher student to lovers, pining, swearing, mentioning his size, innuendo & messaging, most of it is just extreme flirting but their minds do wonder.

Thanks as always for reading peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy

You shouldn’t, but it’s there, his email address. You’re not his student. He doesn’t teach you. You’re in your final year. Your meeting was by chance, but there was electricity in the air. The way he smelt was intoxicating. He mentioned about your dainty hands. Those brown eyes drew you in. A small touch set your mind down a dirty road. You think he felt it too. The way his lips pouted & almost claimed yours. If it wasn’t for the fire alarm going off your tongues would have been dancing. You’re certain.

Your lectures are over for the day & your at home waiting for your pizza to be ready, while you do some research for your next essay that’s due in 2 weeks. You’d only gone to the office to see your professor but he was dealing with another student. Imagine if he’d been there in the office he shared with the charming Mr Ben. You’d have never had that moment where the world seemed to stop. You never got your questions answered, so you are emailing your professor for it now which you know will mean another trip back to his office. You send it & that’s when you stumble upon his email address [email protected] . You click on the address & it loads up a blank email. You try for a good 20mins to ignore it. Not wanting to bother him, but eventually that screen pulls you in & the next thing you know you’re typing.

Ben is back at his house after going to the gym after a long day of lectures. He’s had a cold shower, & changed into his jammies (yellow with zebras on, he likes his snazzy lounge wear) & he’s just put his lap top on to clear his emails from the early evening, while he gets out his salad to eat. He scrolls through them. Most of them are about this weeks reading & the field trip to the theatre at the end of the month. He goes to send his standard reply & then there’s an email address that catches his eyes. Yours.

He stands up. Why is she emailing me? What did I do wrong earlier? Am I in trouble? She’s 22, there’s nothing wrong with a small flirt with a student is there, is she reporting me & letting me know? I hope not. All these thoughts rush through his mind. So he tentatively clicks on the email titled “hello” & opens it

Hello Mr Ben

It’s ____

I just wanted to clear the air from earlier.

It was nice of you to try & help me find the book I wanted, in the office, you were very sweet & kind & you said I had small dainty cute hands.

It was finally nice to meet the infamous mr ben. The school rumours do you an injustice, but the fan cams almost have you spot on(even though you hate them).

I will be popping back into office later in the week to collect the correct book. Maybe it will be a little less awkward this time.

Thanks agains for your help

You have then signed your email off with your name. Ben sits there re reading the email. She picked up my flirting, she wants to make it less awkward. He thinks about deleting the email & informing you simply, but that would make it more awkward if you get to the office while he’s there. He could blame a glitch in an email for not seeing it, but he knows that won’t pass, it’s not the 90s anymore. So Ben takes a deep breath & replies.

It was nice to meet you today & im sorry if I made it awkward in my office earlier. My office is always a safe place for all students be them Mine or anyone else’s.

& I meant what I said about your small hands. They look so cute, your rings glisten, your silver nails are amazing. My hands are large so anything looks smaller in them but I must know your moisturising routine because they were very soft when we touched by accident.

It wouldn’t be awkward when you come back to the office, maybe you could come for a chat & you can tell me all About the school rumours.

Take care & have a nice evening

Professor Ben Thompson.

His hand hoovers over the send button doubting if he should or not”ahh what the heck she’s probably out partying she won’t read it or she will read it drunk” he hits send.

Your jaw drops & so does some of your pizza topping. You were watching something on Netflix on your laptop as you ate when in the bottom right corner appeared a pop up saying reply BTH. “Holy fuck” you shout glad your flat mate is working tonight. It’s the quickest you’ve read an email in your life. He wants to know your skin routine & he’s apologising for being awkward. That makes your crush on the professor much bigger. You put your pizza down wipe your hands on your jeans & reply back.

Hi Mr Ben

Well I’m glad we’ve got the awkward bit out of the way.

Well I try not to listen to the school rumours but each year there’s one that you’ve dated a student or too. By your way of trying to clear up what happened earlier, I know you’re far too professional to do that with anyone you teach. (You include that line because you know he isn’t your lecturer trying to see if he would bite that bait).

& yes your hands are large Mr ben, I bet they are very good at turns over the pages in all those books, do you know what they say about men with large hands…?

I’d like it if you were in the office when I next pop in to see my teacher, it would be nice to chat again.

😌

You almost 3 times delete the bit about his large hands, but decide no, you want to see if he’s up for some flirty emails, because if he is you’ll give him your phone number if he replies. Which he does & your inbox pings 3minutes later.

Me? Dating students? Haha

Oh no, I’d never date anyone I taught. I know it’s hard being single in your mid 30s but I’d never date a student…

(he left the … there on purpose he wants you to bite this time).

What do they say about men’s large hands… is it that they have a big… HEART?

Ben was trembling as he sent this to you, was it too much? Had he stepped over the line? He can’t flirt with you can he? But he doesn’t teach you, he’s fine, but he knows he needs to be careful. So he’s delighted when you reply back.

Here’s my phone number… maybe we could what’sapp so this isn’t on the schools database for both our protection. I completely understand if you don’t want to though.

Your phone lights up 2minutes later. There it is Bens what’s app request to you. You see it’s just a hi it’s Ben let’s chat here message, so you put your food away & clean up in the kitchen & then sit on your sofa & the chain of replies start.

Hi Ben

So do you still want to know about men’s hands?

Absolutely

Okay don’t say I didn’t warn you… apparently the size of a man’s penis when it’s erect is 3 times the size of his thumb…

Ben then try’s to work that out & is interrupted by your next message

Stop trying to check!

🤣🤣 you got me

Well… is it true?

Well everything looks small in large hands…🙌🏼

& my dainty hands are so soft & delicate 🤭

I’d say I’ve done alright considering

You both blush at that message. Ben for the fact that he has sent that to you & you as you think about how big his penis would be as you stroked it ready for a night of passion. You imagine how Bens weight would feel on top of you as you called you a naughty girl while he claimed your pussy. You’ve had sex before but Ben is a man. He would look after you & make you moan in ways you could only dream of. He would be the passion that teaches you how to enjoy your own pleasure. You then come out of your mini fantasy, Just about stopping yourself from sticking your hand into your panties, when you remember you need to reply.

🤭 maybe our hands could get acquainted & not just for finding books on a shelf

My hands might be large but I can assure you they are very USEFUL…

Your hands were soft too actually…

Why is that a surprise?

Ben pauses & then goes ahh im having harmless flirty fun

Do you prefer rough or soft hands…

You read this knowing it’s asking more than just his hands

Life is about variety, can’t I have a bit of both?😉

Girl you can have it all, I’m willing to adapt

You do a little shriek at that reply, he likes you. You like him. He’s very handsome. Even if this leads nowhere you want to try. You keep messaging.

If I can have it all will you give me what I want?

& more 🤭

Really Ben???

He thinks before his reply. He’s never even considered dating a student before & now his mind is wondering as to which side of the bed you’d prefer in a hotel room. How good you will look in his shirt & boxers the morning after the night before & if you wouldn’t mind him fucking you hard against his lectern in his lecture theatre on a stormy Thursday night, as you beg for more. He hasn’t had this vivid of an imagination about a possible sexual partner in ages. Maybe you are right for him, & that small touch was a spark to something bigger to come.

Yes I am 🥰

You both look at your phones & sigh. Both besotted, both now aroused, both now wanting to message the other to say shall we meet to confirm this, but neither of you do. You both then are controlled in your next few messages back & forth talking about your days to come this week & what your plans are for the weekend. You both smile at your messages to & through, this crush is growing beyond anything either of you had imagined. He then picks up you have no plans for Saturday night.

How does a movie sound on Saturday night at the cinema? He asks & waits.

Depends?

On what?

Are you a sweet or salted popcorn guy?

Sweet

Oooh I’m not sure now…🤭

Although I have been told mixed sweet & salted popcorn do go well together.

He sighs he thought you were going to say no for a second.

I’m more than happy to try new stuff out, it will be more than that, that’s a first.

Ben knows that sounds cheesy but he thinks it will make sure your date happens.

Then it’s a date, as long as it’s not a horror film

Nah that’s for being at home, hiding behind the sofa snuggling when your scared

Maybe one day we will get there 💜

Maybe💕

Your messages to each other come to a close & you both head to bed. You are in a blissful haze. Mr Ben has asked you to the movies on a date, you blush as you snuggle yourself to sleep, wishing he was sleeping next to you being your big spoon after your desire for each other reaches its climax.

The next day you are in your professors office to pick up that book. You’re asking a few more questions & taking some notes when Ben walks in. He almost stops in his tracks & you turn crimson straight away.

“Hello, you must be Mr Ben” you try to act normal but your eyes are looking at this hands, those large firm hands. The hands you dreamt about being around your throat last night. You introduce yourself. Bens stumbling trying to be calm & cool but even your professor can tell the atmosphere has changed.

“Why don’t you have a quick read of your book & notes & I’ll go get us all coffee” your professor asks. You both almost instantly in unison say yes, neither of your gazes breaking.

“& go to the coffee in the far side of campus I believe they have a deal on cookies today” Ben suggests, it’s at least 10mins there & back. Your professor just nods at Ben & leaves you in the room with him.

“So”

“So..” you both then snigger.

“Your hands?”

“Still adaptable”

You beam as Ben heads back to the door & locks it shut, as he takes control & your messages of naughty promises start to unravel inside. Who needs a date & a movie when all it takes is a few messages & hands that work wonders.

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[lonelychicagos]

the 1

Part of a Hotchniss one-shot series based on Taylor Swift's album, folklore. Can be found here: breathe again

The moment his name fell from her lips, Emily knew she made a big mistake. Six pairs of eyes turned to her, including his own, and she had to take another sip of her margarita to keep her from adding another comment that will ruin both of their reputations in the BAU.

Emily could blame it on Penelope. After all, it was her question that started it. "If you weren't dating anyone, who would you be dating from the BAU?" The technical analyst pointed a painted fingernail at her, whisking everyone to turn to her as well.

"Hotch," she said without a doubt. Emily could also very well blame it on the margarita concoction she'd been drinking all night, but she really wasn't that drunk for her to make baseless accusations on a lifeless, harmless drink.

At that second, everyone turns to her.

Then, to him.

He sported the usual Hotch glare, but this time, there was this intensity in his eyes only reserved for unsubs, Strauss, and apparently, her. Emily had been a part of their team for almost two years now and he still treats her like a stranger. Sure, they covered each other on the field and treated each other with the utmost respect in conference rooms, but once the clock hits 5, whatever warmth Hotch extended turns icy cold.

Not a single word escaped any of their quick and witty mouths for what seemed hours—not Rossi, not JJ, and certainly not Penelope. Thankfully, Morgan cleared his throat and attempted to make a joke. "You wound me, princess."

Penelope chirped this time, taking over the deadly silence that fell over their table. "So, why bossman?"

Knowing that deflecting is not an option, Emily answered. "Just because...and we already knew each other way back. Less time getting to know someone new."

"What do you mean way back?" JJ's eyes glinted mischievously and with genuine interest.

Now, how could she explain the mess they were once in? She could make up a lie or water down the truth, but Emily was far too drunk to come up with a believable alibi that Hotch would agree on as well. After everything she put him through, she can't bind him to another lie.

"I worked for the ambassador before I started in the FBI," Aaron said.

He made it sound so trivial, so minuscule, that Emily felt a pang of anger with the way he said it. He made it sound like he didn't spend weeks on her bed, tracing those three words on her naked back as he waited for her to sleep before making his escape. He made it sound like he didn't almost jeopardize his entire career because he got caught sneaking outside her bedroom after she had a bad day. He made it sound like he didn't make her wait for months to visit her in Connecticut, only for him to send an email that he's getting married in August.

Emily Prentiss may be a liar, but Aaron Hotchner is a fucking coward.

"How come we never found out about that?" Rossi asked as he poured scotch into his glass.

Hotch shrugged as he downed another glass. "It never came up," he dismissively answered.

Most of them let it go, Morgan and Penelope already heading their way to the dance floor as 'their' song plays on the speakers. Rossi took to Reid, engaging the young man in a conversation about his latest book. JJ, on the other hand, gave Emily a long look that said, 'We'll table this discussion for next time.' Emily didn't even think to glance at her unit chief. She simply wasn't interested.

The dark-haired agent excused herself and grabbed the empty coupe glass as she headed toward the bar to get a refill. Sipping cocktails all night was not exactly the brightest idea she's had in days, but they have a four-day weekend, and recent revelations deserved an extra glass or two in her system.

"Sorry about that," Emily quipped as she felt Hotch sit on the empty stool beside her. She planned on running away, or at the very least, giving him a cold shoulder, but guilt overcame her. After all, it was her answer that opened a hidden chest of buried histories and emotions from them.

When he didn't say anything, she continued. "My brain's a bit foggy now." Perhaps if Emily blamed it on the alcohol, she could get away with the consequences. She doubts it.

"Obviously," he said. Just then, the bartender returned with the margarita she ordered. But before Emily could even grab the glass, Hotch already cut her off. He called the bartender's attention again, ordering a glass of whatever non-alcoholic concoction for her.

Emily pouted. "I was still drinking that."

"You're drunk," Hotch stated. Drunk, but apparently not drunk enough for her not to hate him.

"Whatever," she muttered in defeat.

"Garcia will ask questions," Hotch turned to look at her, then to the pair of dancing FBI employees on the dance floor.

Emily nodded. "And JJ. And Reid. And Morgan."

"And Rossi," he continued.

"And Rossi."

"I'm surprised they didn't dig up my background the moment I stepped into your office two years ago," Emily mused.

"My name doesn't exactly show up on your resume." The unit chief quipped.

"Wouldn't it be funny, though? Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner's fuck buddy," she flashed a smile as he grimaced at her response. "I think that's what they call it now. Lover seemed to be a bit too intimate for what we had."

They both knew she was wrong; that in so many ways, they were more like lovers than anything else. She loved him so much, it left her breathless. Not in a way that left her in awe of him, but in a way that what she felt for him constricted her airways and punctured her lungs. It was thorny, but it was good.

"I think I really am drunk now, sorry," Emily apologized, her head hanging low and her eyes fixed on the glass of club soda Hotch ordered for her.

"It's uh, fine."

A beat passed. No one spoke a word.

"You can leave now if I'm making you uncomfortable," she offered. After all, it wouldn't be the first time she made him uneasy. She could still remember how his eyes glazed over the moment she stepped foot in his office years ago. He unwillingly and uneasily welcomed her to the team. The air between them hasn't changed much, and she doubts a loud nightclub and alcohol will.

He nods, offering her a silent farewell, but she was quicker than him. Without much thought, Emily grabbed his arm, "No, wait. Let me ask you a question first."

"Maybe we should table this discussion for another day."

She shook her head. "I know you and I know me. we won't ever talk about this again, so just humor me while it's out in the open."

"Okay."

Emily didn't even know what she'd ask him. Scratch that. Of course, she knew what she'd ask him. It's been making a home at the back of her mind for almost a decade now. Deciding that this might be her only chance at asking him, she decided to go for the jugular. After all, she wasn't known for being subtle. "If things were different back then, would you have pursued me?"

"I love my wife and I love my son—"

Emily seethed, "Not relevant to my question, Aaron." She could hear the gears running inside his head—cranking, screeching, scratching to look for a viable answer that won't end up hurting Emily or Haley or him.

It took him a few good seconds before answering, "If things were different back then, you know I would have."

But she didn't know. How could she have known? Here's what she knew, then:

Emily was the summer fling, and their time together would soon be forgotten as soon as she steps on the plane en route to Connecticut, but;

Aaron loved her and promised to visit her, but;

Aaron broke said promise and instead of surprising her with his presence and bouquet of flowers, he surprised her with a short email announcing his upcoming wedding to his high school sweetheart, Haley Brooks.

There was no way she could have known, but she didn't want to dwell on the thought tonight. Tomorrow, maybe, when she's sober enough to process his answer. Another week, perhaps, when she's alone in her apartment and the ceiling starts to become an interesting work of art. A month from now, probably, when her birthday rolls by and she adds another year to her age, and it hits her how it could have been her waking up next to him every day.

She doesn't love him anymore and she could breathe more freely now, but sometimes, she yearns for him.

"Okay. That's enough for me." She let him go then, not even noticing that she had her palm on his arm the entire time.

He nods, again. "Will you be okay out here?"

She almost shakes her head no, but decides against it. "Yeah. Thanks for the talk."

Emily watched as his tall frame disappeared in the crowd, unknowingly taking her heart again, with him. Perhaps, another time.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #hotch x emily #taylor swift #folklore

[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - what makes us who we are

Part two:

You stuck to your word, you came back to school the following week, but you never went anywhere near his classes.

Instead you took yourself off to isolation and sat in there, sometimes doing homework, sometimes just scrolling through your phone.

“Are you really going to leave it like this? Huh?” Mrs Paracha asked.

He looked at her, slightly taken aback by her random appearance next to him and he turned his attention back to the window.

“I’ve tried, I’ve tried talking to them, meetings, I’ve even tried emailing over work, nothing works. I’ve got Sian on my back about getting them back into lesson and no game plan on how to do it.”

Mrs Paracha smiled.

“Leave it to me eh? I know them, I’ll talk to them.”

With that, she grinned and left, making her way to the reflection room where she knew you would be sat during this next lesson.

Sitting in your usual seat, she waited and you stopped when you saw her sat there.

“We need to talk.”

You shrugged a little, following her from the reflection room to her little office and she closed to the door.

“Why you not going to English? This is important you know.”

She sat down and looked at you.

“I’m not having anything to do with that judgmental moron.”

“That not nice. He trying his best, why not just talk to him? Huh?”

You shook your head and looked up, pulling your mask to just below your nose so you could breath a little easier and get some fresh air.

“He judged me miss, just because of how I look. Because I have no choice in what I wear.” You whispered.

“And he sorry, just talk to him. No one say you have to forgive him. Just talk, go back to lesson.”

You looked at her and sighed in defeat.

“I’ll think about it Mrs Paracha, okay?”

With that you grabbed your bag and left her office, wondering the hallways, trying to find some way to pass the time.

You could just leave early, but you still had science and you didn’t mind going to that, it was just English you refused to go to.

But you knew Mrs Paracha was right, you needed to go back to lesson at least, because you were going ti be risking your exams next year if you didn’t.

Standing at the door, you stared at the handle as you debated on what you were going to do, and that’s when you watched it open.

“(Y/N)…?” Mr Evershed asked softly.

You walked over and barged past him into the classroom and took your usual seat in the back, pulling your headphones out as you grabbed a text book and started to work.

It was progress at least, but he knew he had to try and reach out to you.

Mr Evershed left it a few weeks, letting you get settled back in but now he was actin head of Ackley bridge, he had no choice but to call a meeting with you about your grades.

He was unsure if you were even going to attend, but when you walked through his office door and dropped yourself into a chair he sighed in relief.

“Thanks for coming.”

He got up and closed the door, making his way back over and he sat down.

“We just need to talk about ways to improve your grades in English, we can set up extra classes, maybe some extra work for you to complete, just until you catch up.”

You simply said nothing, just sat there staring out the window behind him.

He sighed.

“We can set classes before school, or after school whichever works with you.”

You didn’t reply.

“Alright, still no talking to me. Alright, I get it. I wouldn’t talk to me either but this is about your education (Y/N), I need some sort of engagement from you, a response, even if it’s just a nod or shake of your head.”

You looked at him and narrowed your eyes a little bit.

“I couldn’t care less what you put in place, I really couldn’t.”

“Right well you should, it’s your education at stake here, I’m just trying to help.”

You leant back in your chair and crossed your arms.

“Come on, it’s been weeks. I’m just going to keep apologising.”

“Then I hope you you’ll be alive when I’m on my deathbed then sir, cause I’d love to stare you in the eyes and tell you how much I resent you just before I kick it.”

“Seriously?”

You just offered a half shrug and stood up, grabbing your bag.

“I don’t care what you put in place.”

You started to leave.

“I read your file.” He said.

You stopped.

“I’m sorry for what happened, and if you want to talk about to my doors always open, alright?”

You said nothing as you left, and you carried on holding a grudge against him.

Refusing to talk to him, not taking part in anything that had him there, ignoring him.

It went in for months.

Mr Evershed had nearly given up, he was at that point when he realised he couldn’t make everything right or help everyone.

As much as he thought he could help all his students he was ready to accept that not everyone wanted help, sometimes you just had to know when to give in.

He didn’t need for you to be a teachers pet, for you to talk to him every day, he just wanted to know you were okay and he was forgiven for acting to rash, jumping to conclusions.

Sitting in his office, he was doing some paperwork for the school when the message came over the radio.

You weren’t in class, and Mrs Carl found you wondering the hallways but you wouldn’t stop and you had just walked off.

Getting up, he grabbed the radio and began to join the search to find you and bring you back to the class you were supposed to be in.

They were searching everywhere, and as he walked past one of the doors he stopped and took a few steps back.

He raised his radio and spoke into it.

“I’ve found them, thanks everybody.”

Muting it, he put it into his pocket and walked out, down the steps and over to the table where you were staring at the hill behind the school.

“You’ve had everyone looking under every table and chair for you.”

You didn’t reply and he walked around, taking a seat on the table next to you, clasping his hands together as he looked at the hill as well.

“What’s going on? You’ve been doing alright with lessons recently, so what’s changed?” He asked.

You said nothing, and he sighed, turning his head to look at you.

Now he was looking at you, he saw the tears streaming down your face, and he turned to face you better.

“(Y/N)? Why’re you crying?” He whispered.

You shook your head, as looked at at the floor.

“(Y/N)? Talk to me.”

“I’m done. I’m done with everything.” You said lowly.

He got up and turned to face you, crouching down a little as he rested his hands on his knees.

“Done with what? What’s happened?”

“This school! These judgmental teachers! Everything!” You yelled.

You got up and started to pace back and forth, eyes glued to your feet as you walked.

“(Y/N) what happened?” He asked again.

You dug through your blazer pocket and tossed something at him and he picked it up.

A broken face mask, the string on the side was snapped off clear.

You pushed the hood of your jacket down, and he saw the dried blood on the side of your face, just under your ear.

“Who did this?” He said lowly.

“I’m so tired of people judging me!”

“Who did this?” He asked again.

You shook your head.

“I’ll be better off without school… I’ll get a job or whatever. I’m done.”

You grabbed your bag and he gently grabbed your arm.

“I need to know who did this, who tore that mask from your face?”

“Some stupid new trust teacher I… I don’t know…”

You pulled your arm free from him.

“If society wants to look at me like a freak, a monster, then I’ll get a job where people won’t have to look at me.”

“Don’t do that. Come on you’ve got so much to do, so much you can do.”

You shook your head.

“I’ll never amount to anything, people will look at me and they’ll always, always see a thug, someone scary, someone that’ll hurt me. They don’t care to know the reason, the don’t care about the story behind it. They’ll just jump straight to judge.”

“(Y/N) you’re not a thug, you’re not a freak or a monster, you are who you are, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not scarred for life, literally.”

You tossed your bag over your shoulder and pulling your mask up to cover your nose again.

“I don’t want to keep seeing people look at me like that… with that look…”

He looked at you with a small frown on his face.

“It’s always the same look… disgust… hate…”

You pulled your headphones and started to walk away, and he couldn’t stop you.

Mr Evershed found himself stuck in his place, a mixture of anger and sadness whirling around in side of him.

You just wanted someone to look at you for like you were just like everyone else, just a normal person who has feelings.

Just a human who’s been through something horrible, and he started to run through ideas in his head.

He wasn’t going to give up on you, even if you wanted him too he wouldn’t. Because he deserved at least one person who was going to have your back and show you that you are more than your marks

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed x you #mr evershed #mr evershed x reader #mr evershed imagine

[writingrenna]

"Why You...?"

Larry x GN!Reader

(Relationship Status: Life Partners)

(Tone: Angsty, Tragic, Depressing)

(Warnings: Larry is depressed and barely aware of his surroundings, you're gone for unexplained reasons, he overdoses on sleeping meds)

(Also, he's alive at the end, but he certainly won't be waking up anytime soon)

//V\\

The man looked at the clock on his nightstand. 9:27. He had slept through his alarm.

He sighed, not really worrying too much about that at the moment, deciding he'll just deal with Geeta later.

He dragged himself out of bed, walking into the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and the toothpaste. He looked down at his hands, suddenly aware that his arms were shaking when...

//V\\

He's at his desk. He doesn't remember if Geeta actually said anything to him that morning. His mind is... elsewhere.

He tries to type up some sort of report on who-knows-what. His mind really is drawing up a blank despite seeing the title.

//V\\

"...so yes, please take the rest of the day off. I will email you later this afternoon."

He looked at the corner of the screen. 13:58. He had only written about a paragraph or two. Geeta was in front of his desk, looking some shade of concerned.

'Strange...' the man thought. Her usual polite yet somewhat diplomatic smile was clear as day, yes, but she seemed to speak very gently as opposed to her usual stern 'get it done' type of way.

She walked away, but not before saying, "I hope to see you signed out in the next 15 minutes."

He got up before remembering he had to log off his work computer, so he plopped back down to--

//V\\

"Larry..."

She was back. He looked at the time. 14:18. He was sitting slumped in his chair. It was comfortable, sure, but it was also something he would never do at work.

He responds, voice oddly quiet.

"Oh, I... time must've escaped me. This won't happen again, La Primera."

She shook her head.

"You can't promise that. You know you can't. Stop forcing yourself to stick around, Larry. This is the first time you've slacked off in the over ten years you've worked for me, I can spare some time for berea--"

//V\\

He was standing at his front door, holding a container of tea and a bag. He didn't remember getting anything to eat that day, stomach suddenly growling at the sight of nourishment.

He looked up, suddenly realizing Hassel and Brassius were standing there, Brassius nodding solemnly as Hassel gave his speech.

"...I truly do hope you take this time to feel your feelings. No need for a facade. Their memory is worth letting your guard down."

"...thanks." was all the man could muster. It was then that he realized a strand of grey hair was in his line of sight. Was that always out of place? Did he even comb his hair that morning?

He backed up, closing the door before going to sip the tea in his hand...

//V\\

He was on his couch, hand on the remote control. He was looking at the news. Cloudy all week long. He growled at the sight.

'Ironic...'

His Staraptor approached, cautiously nudging his hand with its head.

He sighed.

"Not... not right now. I'm sorry."

His partner, his best friend for longer than he even worked for Geeta nodded, although the worried look on his face never went away, simply watching his trainer from slightly further away.

//V\\

It was morning. He was wrapped in the covers, sweating up a storm. He checks his phone, remembering Geeta said she'd email him, only to realize it was already open.

'Strange...'

He didn't remember reading it, which is very unlike him. Usually, he'd be on-edge until he got work done, which was ironically never-ending for him.

He hauled himself out of bed, making his way to the bathroom. He sighed, not even knowing what he wanted to do anymore. He had time off, seeing as though he wasn't achieving anything at work right now.

//V\\

He was still in the bathroom, staring at the sink. He looked at his phone. A bit over 15 minutes had passed.

Why was he just standing here?

He didn't know anymore.

His body started shaking again. He was barely aware of time passing, but the one thing that was clear as day to him was this feeling of... desolation within him.

'Why you...?' He idly thought to himself after sinking down to sit on the floor.

Why you? One of the most normal people he knew? Someone who just wanted a simple life despite living in a world full of wonder and legend.

Why you? The only person to make his heart skip a beat, the only person to break through his poker face and make his attempts at hiding his amusement a challenge.

Why you? The only person to ever really ask questions about his life? The only one who was fine staying in with him doing nothing. The only one to make him want to go out just to offer you a good time out of town.

Why YOU, of all people? He just wanted a normal life. But when you came along and shook things up for him, you became his new normal.

And now you're gone. And he doesn't know what 'normal' even felt like anymore.

He hurts. He does, really and truly.

Here he was, lying on his bathroom floor. The much-too-small bathroom in the apartment he was considering moving out of with you, to start a life together. A life fit for two.

Here he was, lying in the fetal position, tears escaping his onyx eyes through shuttered breaths. Sure, he frequently had a good cry when alone, or even in your presence, but not like this.

No, he couldn't control it this time. He opened his mouth, nose blocked and making it hard to breathe, only for a loud wail to escape. He clutched his stomach, a pain coursing through him he hadn't felt since his last relationship fell apart.

But this was different.

He found you, a blessing, someone who fully understood what his busy schedule entailed, and you accepted him for it. You made changes to accommodate him, just as he made changes to accommodate you as well.

But now you're gone.

He couldn't even take solace in knowing you were out there somewhere, finding happiness even if it wasn't with him.

No, he wasn't sure what happened to you. Nobody did. All they know was a terrible battle took place that ended in you going missing.

He forced himself to his feet, pulling himself up with the help of his sink. He didn't dare look at himself in the mirror, already knowing what he'd see.

He commanded his phone, voice shaky and almost hard to understand.

"R-rotom Phone. Open text m-m-messages, please."

It did as it was told. He stared at the screen. Many messages of "Sorry!" or "Don't give up hope yet!" Many of these people were his closest companions, but none of them quite his favorite.

He scolled through to look at the last thing his favorite person sent him.

"I'm gonna pick up some rice balls for us from the Treasure Eatery omw back! Can't wait to chow down w/you!! 😋❤️🍙"

It wasn't anything dramatic. No "I love you", no fear, just... a simple promise. A promise saying your lives would go on, continuing as it always has. Only, it wouldn't, as he didn't know where you were, where his precious ray of sunshine ended up, if your light even continued to shine at all.

To him, that simple promise that you'd be there hurt more than anything.

His lungs couldn't take it anymore, choking down a pitiful hiccup as he desperately searched his medicine cabinet. Looking for... something. He barely even noticed the slight breeze, caused by Staraptor gently fanning his wings right outside the open bathroom door, a desperate attempt to calm him down.

He found it. Sleeping pills. He had no idea if they were even in date anymore, not caring at this point despite knowing he usually passed out without them, thus rarely taking any and not needing refills that often.

He opened the bottle, ignoring the cries of some of his Pokémon, who Staraptor had released by pecking at each one. He chose some he thought would help. Komala latched onto his arm, which barely slowed him down. Oricorio, who hopped up on the counter to cheer Larry up, or at least momentarily distract him, was ignored entirely.

Despite their best efforts, it was too late. He had already tossed back a few pills, shoving his face under the faucet to drink some water to aid his efforts.

Suddenly, everything went still.

His Pokémon watched in silence as he stood straight up, slightly wobbly. He still didn't look at himself, instead turning his sink off and turning off the lights, Komala holding his arm tighter and making a frustrated face, sensing something wrong with her trainer.

He walked into his bedroom, where Staraptor unleashed Altaria. Larry walked past them, however, instead going straight to his closet. He dug into the very back of it, looking for something hidden under countless things. He was in a delirious haze at this point, medicine not quite kicking in, but mentally exhausted already.

He won't remember this later.

He grips the safe he had, opening it after accidentally putting in the wrong code the first go around. It opens, revealing things important to him. Some documents, some sentimental items...

... a small box...

He grabs it, opening it to reveal a ring.

A woozy smile spreads across his face, but his eyes were unfocused, distant.

He shuffled out of the closet on his knees, staring at it. The only light he had on in the room, the lamp on his bedside table, hit the band just right despite how shaky he was. It shone, his bleary eyes heightening the effect. He thought of you, mind swirling with nothing but a feeling of bliss for a few beautiful moments, despite looking at the ring he may never have a chance to give you.

Staraptor cried out, alerting Altaria, who hopped over to the man. He slumped back, caught by the fluffy dragon, staring up at the ceiling.

His mind was blank. He had nothing to think about, really.

He tried desperately to remember why he was so tired, why he felt a sudden wave of pure exhaustion, when he thought of something.

Not the overdose.

Not his already restless nights full of going in and out of sleep.

No, he thought of nothing as his eyelids finally fell after he lost his panicked fight against sleep, except for one little thing.

'...why us...?'

#pokemon scarlet and violet #gender neutral reader #larry x reader #short x readers #angst #tragedy #spoilers #gym leader larry

[joenotexotic99]

Natasha trace x f!Reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff, lice and everything that comes with that, hint of smut at the end

Word count: 537

Lice problems

• You didn't think much of it at first. You only had an occasional ich or two here and there.

• As your scalp got more and more itchy over the course of a week you simply blamed it on dandruff

• It wasn't till you were getting ready for a shower that you noticed small red bumps on the back of your neck

• You forgot about the shower and put your clothes back on and quickly walked over to you girlfriend

• Concern washed over phoenix's face seeing your slightly panicked expression 

• She switched her attention from the email she was reading to you

• "what's wrong pumpkin" she sat up checking over you for any signs of what could be wrong

• "my head" you said shakily while you scratch your head without break. "Itchy" "very Itchy" you shouted. scratching your head more.

• "Alright Alright shhh, it's alright. Here sit" she guided you to the kitchen stool.

• She examine over you scalp 

• "lice" she said as you turned to face her

• You weren't surprised but you couldn't help but frown.

• "Jesus I'm sorry" you sighed as you covered your face.

• "You have absolutely nothing to apologize for love, everybody's gets lice"

• "I know it's just you wanted to relax tonight and now you have to deal with me and this mess" you expressed waving to your head.

• "do not ever think you are a burden, ok?"  She said sincerely. "I much rather have you feel good then to torture yourself for me"  pheonix remarked as she went to grab her car keys.

• Once she was back she would immediately sit you down in a dining room chair and make sure you were extra comfortable considering the circumstances.

• She would read the instructions over and over to make sure she wouldn't mess anything up

• First she's brushing out your hair VERY carefully and would apologize every singe time you made a noise of discomfort.

• Then apply the lice killing shampoo and rub and massage it into your scalp. 

• As you were in the shower pheonix was striping the bed and pillow cases and throwing them into the wash.

• When you finally got out you were back in the dining room chair while pheonix took the special comb for lice picking and slowly started combining them out and putting them in a soapy bowl of water.

• When she was done it was hours later and you were hungry and your neck hurt.

• Yet even though phoenix did all that for you she still carried you over to the couch I full hearted believe pheonix got some muscles

• And tucking you in with your favorite blanket and giving you the remotes to play whatever movie your heart desires.

• While you're laying on the couch phoenix is making your favorite meal.

• And when she's done cooking you guys finally rest and eat. 

• You still apologized for ruining her little time off and every time she insists that you didn't

• However you make it up to her by spending the rest of her time in-between her thighs.

A/n I was inspired to write this because I recently got lice and had to call my friends over to help. However I hope you enjoy this and do not be afraid to request anything.

<3

#top gun #top gun maverick #phoenix x reader #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace fluff #lice #natasha trace x reader