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TITLE:  Faking It 

IMAGINE: (Y/N) and Steve are both tired of their friends (namely Sam and Tony), trying to set them up with people. What happens when one night they decide to take control of their own love lives and teach Sam and Tony a lesson? (x)


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warnings: swear words, mature situations -minor sex scenes.

word count: 3.2 k+


‘The question of whether we can fight fate will always remain a mystery. But the bigger question is what happens when we stop fighting it.’

“Tony, for the last fucking time, I don’t want to go on a date with your friend!” (Y/N) yelled exasperated as she threw a piece of bread at him. “How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Come on, he’s totally your type and you guys would be perfect for each other,” his voice now took on a whining tone and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Please, just this one time?”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly at him, “No.” She hopped off the stool she was sitting on, “Last time I agreed to one of your dates he started crying when they brought the entree, and then again when we started having sex.”


Steve placed his hands on his knees as he bent over, trying to catch his breath. “Good run, Cap” He looked behind him and saw Sam jogging to where he was.

“You were so close in beating me this time,” he placed his hands on his back and stretched. Steve groaned as he began rubbing his shoulders.

“You busy tonight?”

Steve shook his head, “No, why?”

“There’s this girl,” Sam started but Steve glared at him. “Now, hear me out, she’s lovely and-,” Sam didn’t finish as Steve held up a hand.

“Look, I don’t want to Sam. I mean I’ve tried this thing before when Nat tried to set me up and it just didn’t work out. If I want to start dating, I’ll do it through my own way.” Steve clasped a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks though.”


(Y/N) fiddled with the screwdriver in Bruce’s lab, “I thought you wanted my help on a formula Bruce, but all I’ve done is play with your tools.”

Bruce turned around with a sheepish smile on his face, “Sorry (Y/N). It’s on that table if you want to have a look at it.”

She smiled at him and walked to the table. Leaning on it with her arms, she began scanning it. (Y/N) was focused until Tony barged in.

“Guys, I just got us a reservation at Top Stem!”

(Y/N) looked over at Bruce, then turned back to Tony, “Isn’t that the hipster bar in Brooklyn?”

Tony smiled and nodded, “Yep. Know a guy and he managed to book us a table.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“I mean everyone’s here since forever,” Tony shrugged. She knew that it meant more to him that he could ever admit. After the Civil War broke out between the group, tensions ran high and even though it’s been 5 years since the event happened the group still wasn’t as it was before.

“I’m in,” Bruce smiled.

“Me too,” (Y/N) smiled and continued reading the document. She was too engrossed once again so she didn’t notice the scheming look between Bruce and Tony.


“I’m at the restaurant Sam, and nobody’s here yet,” Steve spoke into the phone, peering in every now and then into the restaurant. “It is the Top Stem, right?” He asked. “Alright, I’ll go in, but if you’re not here or anyone in the next 15 minutes, I’m leaving.” With that, Steve hung up and walked in.

When he was seated he saw that the bar was dimly lit, giving it an intimate feel, especially with the single flower in the middle of the table. He frowned at the multiple empty chairs that circled the table.

“Rogers?” He heard his name and looked up from the menu. He saw (Y/N), and in that moment he allowed himself to bask in her beauty. He hasn’t spoken to her in a long time. Of course, their relationship was never friendly, but still, he missed the fights and the banter, and the wanting to rip her clothes to shred and push her up against the wall. Steve coughed, making sure that he wasn’t blushing when he replied to her.

“Are we the first ones here?” (Y/N) asked, sitting down across from him. Steve nodded. “Fantastic,” she grumbled.

“That hurts (Y/L/N),” he gave her a smirk and she smiled largely at him.

After 10 minutes passed, (Y/N) opened her phone and texted Tony’s number.

‘Where are you guys?’

“Tony?” Steve nodded towards the phone.

“Yeah, I mean our friends are little shits, but they’re usually around five minutes late,” she checked her watch, “not ten.”

Suddenly a buzz went through the table.

‘At home. Have fun ;)’

“For fucks sake,” (Y/N) groaned. “By any chance did Sam want to set you up with someone before this?”

Realization went through him and he cursed, “Are you fucking serious?”

(Y/N) laughed at him, “Language, Cap.”

“Our friends are shit.”

“I’ll drink to that.” (Y/N) raised her glass and gulped it down. “I can’t believe I fell for this, I mean it’s a Stark plan,” she sneered. “Those usually have more holes than Swiss cheese.”

“Sam and Tony schemed us. Us out of all people!”

(Y/N) agreed, “Fuck. You know what we should do?”

Steve looked at her, he knew that look. It was that look before a scheme hatched in her mind, god he knew that look. He loved that look. He got turned on by that look. “What?”

“Since our dear friends thought that they could out scheme us, why don’t we show them just how great we can be together?” He gestured for her to go on. “Let’s pretend to date and then we’ll have this dramatic fall out after like a month or so and then they’ll don’t know what to do because we’ll force them to choose sides. Then, we’ll come out and say, ‘it wasn’t real, but this could be the outcome if you keep fucking with our lives.’”

Steve sat back for a while. Usually he was a good guy, he wouldn’t scheme, but sometimes (Y/N) brought out that Steve he wanted to be when he was younger. One that wouldn’t take shit from anyone. He got that chance when (Y/N) entered in his life.

“I’m in.”


3 weeks into ‘dating.’

“I can’t believe that you and Capsicle are dating now,” Tony sat down next to her, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him. “I mean, I thought you would high-tail out of there but not before throwing a drink in his face.”

(Y/N) shrugged, “Well, when I first saw him that’s what I wanted to do. I guess old habits die hard, but once we got talking, it was just realization. I just realized just how much we were alike, but so different at the same time.”

“Ew,” Tony shoved her lightly. “Can you spare me the romantic feelings?”

She threw a piece of granola at him. What surprised her was just how true her statement was.


3.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“So what’s the next step on the plan?” Steve asked as he opened the door for her.

“I’m not sure if you’re going to like this, but they have to catch us in a sexual manner to say,” (Y/N) spoke and cringed. “You can just lay on top of me, I know that you don’t want to do any of that until you really like someone.”

“How do you know?”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Oh please. You’re Mr. Poster Guy for having an emotional connection before having sex with a girl,” noticing his casted down eyes, “not that there’s any wrong with that!” She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m just saying, Tony knows me. Tony knows that I don’t need an emotional connection when fucking someone.” She saw that he cringed when she said that. “Sorry.” She stopped walking and leaned into the wall, “He won’t believe we’re dating until he catches us in the act. He believes that we had this weird pent up sexual frustration before.”

Steve laughed, “Sam and Nat said the same thing.”

“Okay, so this is what I have in mind-,” she never got to finish her sentence as Steve pushed her up against the wall, she subconsciously lifted her legs and wrapped it around his waist. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in closer, opening her mouth to allow his tongue in. She moaned as he grinded his hips to hers. “Steve, fuck,” she moaned out as he began placing kissed on his neck.

Steve relished in the way she grinded her hips against her. He could feel himself harden against his gym shorts and he really couldn’t care enough to blush or apologize. He almost took her when she began moaning his name. “You like that?” He nipped her jaw as he grinded against her again.

“God yes,” she rolled her head and pulled him in again to kiss him.

They only broke apart when they heard several throats clearing. (Y/N) and Steve broke apart slowly, she opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her. His normal crystal blue eyes, were darker than she’s ever seen before.

“Get a room,” Tony hollered, backed up by Clint and Sam’s snickering.

Steve and (Y/N) turned their heads, foreheads still touching, to their audience. “Sorry, can’t keep my hands off her, I mean have you seen her?”

Pietro nodded and smugly grinned, “I sure have.”

Steve growled and (Y/N) found herself getting turned on by it. She grinned and lightly bit his earlobe, grinding into him for the extra act. Steve turned his attention back to her and smiled. He pecked her lips once more.

“For the love of god! I’ve given you guys practically a floor each, can you not do it where everyone can see!” Tony complained as he shut his eyes and dramatically walked to the gym. The others walked past, each smiling smugly and laughing.

Once they were out of view and hearing range, Steve allowed (Y/N) to unwrap her legs around him and gently set her down. “Didn’t know that you had in it you Rogers. I’m surprised, pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless.”

Steve didn’t reply to that comment but he did give her a small, shy smile. “I guess they believe that we’re dating now?”

“For sure,” she laughed, still trying to catch her breath. “I’ll see you round Rogers.” With a wink she disappeared, swaying her hips as she did so, knowing that he was watching her. As she walked away she desperately tried to forget how good he felt, how good and right it felt when he kissed her. How he held her in the right places.

She leaned against a wall, “Fuck.” Yup, she was fucking screwed because she’s opening herself up to Steve.


4 Weeks into ‘dating’

“No need to be jealous (Y/N), you know that he only has his eyes and his other things for you,” Bucky whispered as they both watched a flirtatious reported touched Steve’s arm.

(Y/N) refused to admit that she was jealous. She wasn’t jealous at all. She didn’t want to drag him away and claw the woman who had her paws on him. Nope. Not at all. She was only concerned about their plan being thwarted if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. She glanced at Bucky and he gave her a supportive smile. “Thanks, Buck.” She touched his arm gently, and that was the time that Steve looked up.

His eyes narrowed as he saw his best friend and his ‘girlfriend-slash-not-girlfriend-but he kinds of has feelings for her?’ closely talking. “So, what would you say was the best thing about the ‘40’s?” Tierney asked as she posed her pencil over the paper.

He turned back to her, giving him her most charming smile and answered.


(Y/N) took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she heard the woman’s laugh from across the room. “Breathe,” Bucky warned. They both watched as the reported fiddled with Steve’s tie. “Fuck,” Bucky swore as he watched (Y/N) storming over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t Sam do this?”


(Y/N) stormed over to where they were, standing so close to Steve that he couldn’t physically move away from her. “Am I interrupting something?” She asked sweetly. Steve looked down at (Y/N), to anyone who didn’t know her, they would have just thought that she was asking a simple question, but he knew that tone.

“Uh, I was just doing an interview here with Mr. Rogers,” the woman explained.

(Y/N) turned to her, an eyebrow arched and her jaw clenched, “Are you really?” She felt Steve’s hand wrap around her waist and leaned back into him. She smirked when she saw the reporter’s eyes move to the gesture. “Because from where I stood you were trying to get into my boyfriend’s pants.”  She moved closer to the woman, “Are you really trying to get into my man’s pants?”

“No, no-,” the woman stuttered.

“Good, because fucking another woman’s man is a big no-no, no matter what, understand?”

“I didn’t know that he had a girlfriend,” the woman tried to explain.

“That’s why I’m letting you off, just make sure when you want to flirt with someone, make sure that they’re not taken, otherwise it can get,” (Y/N) tilted her head and gave the woman in front of her another smile, “messy.” With a turn, she faced Steve indicating that the conversation ended. Luckily, the woman took the hint and walked off.


Steve allowed himself to be dragged by into an empty room. She turned around and he saw that she was beyond pissed. “Do you want our plan to go down the drain?”

“Are you jealous?” He laughed at the thought. (Y/N), jealous? In all of the time that he knew her, she never once showed this kind of emotion.

“I’m angry that our plan would be tarnished, yes.”

He walked over to her, smiling all the while. “You were jealous.” He placed his hands on her hips. She shook her head, anger still in his eyes. “Oh really?” She nodded. “So after this whole charade, you wouldn’t mind me dating her,” he ghosted his lips over hers, “fuck her,” now her ear, “make love to her?” He allowed himself to nibble on her ear, earning a moan from her.

“Fuck her all you want,” (Y/N) grasped the tie, pulling him closer, their noses touching, “but you’re mine right now.” She grounded her hips against his, and this time it was him moaning.

As their kisses got more desperate, (Y/N) allowed her to think. How did it come to this situation? Alone, in a room with Steve Rogers of all people trying to undo her dress, which started which jealously? If you told her this 3 years ago, she would have laughed in your face, but at this moment? She allowed herself to enjoy Steve Rogers.

“Steve, fuck! Oh my god!” She yelled as she fisted his hair.

“Better be quiet doll, or someone might come in,” he mumbled against her clit.

“Don’t care,” she mumbled, Steve moved back in this time with more rigor. Her head tilting back, moaning loudly as she did so.


5.5 Weeks into ‘dating’

“Aren’t we supposed to break up now or something?” He dropped it so casually, it was like he was talking about the weather.

She was so stunned that she couldn’t formulate a sentence so she decided on, “What?”

“Wasn’t that the plan?” She stopped playing with his hair and turned to him. He noticed her eyes drop down, her brows furrowed. “Unless you don’t want to.” He teased.

She looked up and clenched her jaw, “No. I just don’t know how to do it dramatically, I mean I haven’t had the time to think with you fucking me.” She yanked herself out of his grasp, and neither would admit it but they missed each others touch.

Steve’s eyes widened with her cold tone, “(Y/N)…”

“Give me until tonight, then I’ll you the plan,” she walked away, her heart beating furiously.

Once she was in her room, she locked the door and sat on her bed. (Y/N) placed her face on her hands. She completely forgot about the plan -with all the sex, the talks about their past and her incessant questions about his childhood, and the weird dates in Brooklyn that she couldn’t help but enjoy. She never thought that when got into this that their goal, her goal of making sure that Tony and the gang never in their life again would blur with one kiss from Steve Rogers.

(Y/N) had it all planned out. She usually knew what was real and what wasn’t, but whenever she was with Steve, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was real.


She stood by the kitchen, whiskey in her hand. (Y/N) texted Steve two minutes ago to meet her so they can ‘break-up’. She didn’t want to, not that she’ll ever voice that thought out. She saw Steve as soon as he entered the kitchen, his face wasn’t impassive as she thought it would be.

He stalked over to her, every Avenger now watching them. He pulled her into him roughly, his hand on her waist, the other on her ass. (Y/N) was shocked, so she hesitantly kissed him back. He broke apart with her, “I need to talk to you.” Steve didn’t allow her to respond, he just grabbed her by the hand and dragged her to his room. They both felt a group of eyes watching them, but they could not care less.

“Rogers, what the hell are you doing?” He locked the door. Steve faced her.

“I love you,” he stated plainly. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you, but fuck, every single smile that you gave me, every single conversation that we had made me fall in love with you. I’m not going to lie, when I first met you I thought that you were one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen, but then you opened your perfect little mouth and you ruined it all.”

He gave a small laugh, “But you didn’t at the same time.” He looked at her, “I wanted you more than anything, the way that you talked to me -you talked to me like I was a normal guy pissing you off, not Captain America. You were the most annoying, frustrating woman in my life, I didn’t know whether I wanted to kill you or fuck you. But I did know one thing, I couldn’t imagine my life without your incessant nagging about everything that I did.”

Steve stopped speaking, they both knew that he was finished talking. (Y/N) stood there, in the middle of Steve’s room, unmoving, no emotion in her eyes. She closed her yes and inhaled.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re dramatic? You could rival Tony,” She opened her eyes and looked at him. He knew that her words were supposed to be biting but once he saw her eyes, oh god, he could burst out crying. Steve saw the love and admiration that he knew would take awhile for her to voice out. But it was still there. She loved him as well.

“You love me,” he teased and she shrugged laughing all the while. “You know what’s better than normal sex against a wall?” Steve asked.

She moved forward, wrapping her arms around him, her face glowing. “What?”

“Having passionate sex in Tony’s office,” he winked at her and she laughed.

“And they say that I’m the inappropriate one in the relationship!” She grinned at him. He was beautiful and he was hers. “I must say though, you know a way to girl’s heart.”

“Correction, I know the way to your heart.” He grinned down at her, and kissing her for the first time, not because of a scheme or a plan, but because he finally got the girl who managed to make him rip out his hair, kiss her until she’s out of breath and set his soul on fire. Sure, he had a rough road ahead of him, but if she was there with him, he could manage.

Anon asked: Can u please make an imagine about Dj Rupp where you get mad at him for his new music video because there is a part where 2 girls are touching him inappropriately and he makes it up for you? Please ? 😁❤️

“Y/N, your gonna wanna check out your man’s new video” my bestfriend Maggie shouted from the kitchen, “it dropped today?” I whipped out my phone, “yeah and I don’t think your gonna be too happy.” She walked into the room with a sincere look on her face, i furrowed my brows. “Your kinda freaking me out, but okay?” I searched up Dillon’s name and the video popped up. I sat there and watched it, Maggie was completely correct. I wasn’t pleased at all. Would you be pleased if you saw your boyfriend of 2 and a half years touching females and letting them touch and kiss up on him? No. I threw my phone, “y/n… Chill” Maggie came to me, “why does he not ask me shit before he does it” I cried out. This was the 3rd time he’s done something like this and every time before he disregarded my feelings and I’ve had it. I’m a woman not an object and I’m not about to be disrespected. I sat there thinking as Maggie tried relaxing me, “he’s got one coming when he steps in that door.” I got up and sat on the kitchens island in plain view of the door.

An hour later Dillon pulled up along skate and Derek and entered the house. “Hey bab–” he stood there, he knew I was mad. “What’s up?” He questioned, Derek and Nate looked at me and knew Dillon was in for it. “You know wassup.” I rolled my eyes, “are we finna do this shit again.?” He rolls his eyes, I took a deep breath in and hit my fist on my leg. “I’m so sick of this man” I laughed out, he stood quiet. “I’m sick of the miscommunication, the fucking secrets, the disrespect and the lack of appreciation Dillon” “what the fuck are you talking about” he scoffed. “Don’t act stupid dillon, you never tell me shit no more, you kept the whole video concept away from me, you kissed some females and let them touch you and shit, you’ve done this 2 other times and when I tried fucking talking to you legit laughed in my face and said you wouldn’t do it again, stupidly I fucking stayed because I’m in love with you. I try and chill with you and have our random date nights and you never have time for me but got time to go with your boys?” My brows scrunched up as I gestured over to Derek and Nate. “I get it, I’m no longer your priority and that’s cool, I can get any one I fucking want but I only want you but I’m so done to be honest” I hopped off the counter, “you are over reacting” Dillon laughed, “bro” Nate held on to his shoulder.

I laughed to myself, “you know what, I always over react in your eyes so lemme do us a big favor, I’m done. Consider yourself single and no longer held down.” I let tears slide down my face. “Your not leaving” Dillon laughed. “Dillon I am. I hope your happy. Let’s go mags” I grabbed my purse and walked past him, he grabbed my wrist. “Where are you going?” He looked painfully at me, “that’s no longer your concern, Imma dip catch you whenever kiddo” I pulled my wrist and walked out the house. I made it into Maggie’s car and the whole time cried, I layed on her sofa and relooked over every memory. I got message after message from Dillon.

Dills ❤️✨: babe.
Dills ❤️✨: please come back.
Dills ❤️✨: I don’t wanna loose you, please I’m begging you.
Dills ❤️✨: baby, I can’t live without you. Please don’t do this to me…
Dills ❤️✨: Y/N…
Dills ❤️✨: I love you please don’t do this to me, I don’t wanna wake up without you there.

I know me and him aren’t over, but I need him to appreciate me and show me that he cares. Until then, I don’t wanna be around him. I layed there for the next 3 hours looking at every memory of me and Dillon and decided to check his Twitter. One of his tweets caught my eye, it was 2 hours ago. I clicked it and it directed me back to his Instagram, up popped up a picture of me and Dillon when we went to Puerto Rico with Nash. “11/7/2015. I’m never one to be all cakey, but this female means so much to me, y'all don’t even know. 11/7/2015 her birthday and the day I made the woman I wanna marry… Mine. I admit I’m a screw up, I do stupid shit and I question everyday how does she put up with me? Today we had a big fight because I made a stupid choice of not speaking to her. I didn’t write this for y'all to send her hate, so please don’t. I wrote this to just hopefully get at least a text back. Y/N I’m sorry for not talking to you, for lying, for not appreciating you but please don’t leave. I’m trying so hard to work on me, for us. At the end of the day none of these females have what you have, they don’t have good cooking skills, amazing humor, sarcastic jokes, a sexy ass attitude, the best lips in the world and a smile that makes me fall in deeper love with you… Every Time I see you, I get so nervous as stupid as it sounds, I turn into a child with a crush. I love you, and your attitude and everything just everything. Please respond to me, the thought of you leaving and finding someone that’s not me, kills me. It wouldn’t make everything I fucking have worth it, if your not here with me. Please baby respond or at least see me. Love your baby face dill 😔❤️🐷”

I stood there and thought,

Me to Dills ❤️✨: I’ll be home in 10.
Dills ❤️✨: oh thank god. I love you ❤️
Me to Dills ❤️✨: whatever.

I approached the house, grabbing my purse and making sure to keep my guard up. I opened the door and called out for Dillon, I had no response before making it to our bedroom. On the bed stood a big bear, with flowers and a picture of when we went on our first date. Cute if you ask me, I wanted to forgive him in that moment but I needed a little more begging. “Babe..” I heard him step in, “yeah” I sternly said, he walked over to me holding one of my hands in his, “I’m sorry…” He rubbed over it with a finger. I rolled my eyes, “okay.” “Baby, I really am. I get it I get that I’ve been acting like a fucking ass but man I don’t wanna loose you. Your legit everything to me, it would kill me to see you happy with someone that’s not me. I wake up everyday blessed to be next to you, to have the memories I have with you and to go to sleep every fucking night with you. I’m new to this being in love shit and it’s not an excuse why I shouldn’t have asked you but dammit I’m begging literally to give me another shot, I have a lot I wanna make up to you. I wanna spend the rest of my days with you and I’m gonna learn to tell you everything before I do it just please don’t leave.” He pulled me into his arms holding me tight breathing quicker than ever, I took a moment for everything he said to sink in. I pulled back, “Dillon… I” his eyes turned to the side painfully as he let my hand go. “Of course I forgive you, you think you’d loose me that easy? Hell no, I just wanted to teach you a lesson stop being an ass or next time Imma really leave” he turned back smiling brightly as ever before lifting me off the ground and planting a soft gentle kiss on my lips. “ I fucking love you and Imma make up for everything.” “I love you too and you can start making up by putting a movie and having a day to just cuddle me” I laughed “yes ma'am” he laughed placing me down before putting a movie in and lying in bed with me. As stressful as he may make me, it’s worth every tear,sweat, heart ache and headache.

Date with Mr Dixon.
Part 2.

Summary: You develop a relationship with Daryl.
Warnings : Swearing, fluff, smut.

You woke up bright and early excited to go hunting with Daryl. You kept thinking of the date the night before and how sweet he was and you couldn’t help but smile. You were really excited to spend some quality time alone with him. You got dressed and went downstairs for some breakfast, then you sat on the porch swing enjoying the crisp morning air. You didn’t realise you’d dosed off until you felt something hit your boot, your eyes snapped open to see an amused looking Daryl stood in front of you kicking your boot with his own.
“Hey there sleepin’ beauty.” He smirked. You hoped to God you didn’t snore or drool whilst he stood there.
“Shit, I didn’t even mean to fall asleep.” You chuckled.
“S’alright, ya ready to go?” He smiled, you nodded and stood up. You noticed Daryl seemed different today, he was more relaxed and smiling more, it really suited him.
“So today I’m gon’ teach ya some basics for trackin’, show ya some trails and shit. Gotta start off slow, don’t wanna overwhelm ya.” He explained as you left Alexandria and headed into the woods.
“I really appreciate this Daryl.” You smiled at him.
“S’nothin’. He said bashfully as he avoided your gaze.

How the fuck can someone so incredibly tough and bad ass be so shy and awkward?! You just wanted to hug him and squeeze the shit out of him. You spent a few hours in the woods, learning different sets of tracks and picking up some good techniques. You were a fast learner much to your surprise and Daryls, he felt proud of how quick you were picking it up, you seemed to be a natural. When you were done he took you to a pretty clearing near some kind of river to spend some more time with you, you both weren’t ready to head home just yet. You both sat side by side in front of the river enjoying the temporary calm and each others company. You leant your head on Daryls shoulder and after a few minutes he rested his head on yours. You loved that you didn’t have to make small talk with Daryl, you could both just enjoy each others company without having to talk alot. You must have been there a few hours before deciding to head back, on the walk back home you slipped your small hand into his large hand and laced your fingers together. He looked at you shyly and blushed slightly, making you both smile.

“I really enjoyed today Daryl, do you think we could do it again tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiled.
When you reached Alexandria you stopped at the gate making Daryl look at you curiously. You stepped closer to him, putting your hands on his chest and reached up to press your lips to his. It was a gentle and innocent kiss but it filled you with electricity. His lips were surprisingly soft and he cupped your cheek as he kissed back. When you pulled apart you both smiled and blushed, it was like being in school all over again.

For the next month the days were the same, you’d go hunting with Daryl in the morning, sit by the river for a few hours, then you’d go back. Some nights he would come by and you’d make him dinner which was really nice. At first you were the one to initiate physical contact all the time but after the first week he would hold your hand, put his arms around you and even make the move to kiss you. Things were going pretty good but you couldn’t help but feel a little weird that he hadn’t tried to go further than kissing. There were a few times when things got a little heated when making out but he would always make excuses to not go further. You started to wonder if he wasn’t actually attracted to you and it started playing on your mind. One night after cooking dinner things got a bit heated again and he made an excuse of checking the oven wasn’t left on, you followed him into the kitchen, you needed to know what was going on.

“Daryl, you need to talk to me. Are you not attracted to me or something?” You asked sadly. He whipped his head around to you looking confused.
“Of course I am, ya beautiful y/n.” He sighed. You walked closer to him and grabbed his hand.
“Then what is it? Why won’t you go any further? Your always making excuses and avoiding it.” You said softly.
“I um…” He cleared his throat and shifted on his feet awkwardly.
“I ain’t never…” He trailed off as he went red and avoided your gaze. Your eyes went wide as the realisation hit you. Daryl Dixon is a virgin. That hot piece of ass has never got laid.
“Your kidding right?” You asked incredulously.
“Nah I ain’t.” He admitted.
“But look at you, you’re amazing! I thought you’d have girls lined up ready to jump in your bed!” You were still in shock.
“I weren’t much for socialisin’, and no one wanted anythin’ to do with me that was worth it.” He explained now looking at you.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked.
“Ya kiddin’? It’s fuckin’ embarrassin’. Grown ass man and still a virgin.” He frowned. You cupped his face and stroked his cheek.
“I think its sweet. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” You smiled, he turned his face and kissed your palm before putting his hands on your hips.
“I do wanna though, I really fuckin’ wanna. I just ain’t know what to do.” He admitted.
“Just go with instinct, what feels right. If you want to touch me somewhere then do it, same with kissing. Just go with the flow and what comes natural to you. You never have to feel embarrassed with me Daryl, I’d never judge you.” You explained gently.
“Yer amazin’.” He smiled as he gave your hips a squeeze.
“I try.” You smirked, making him chuckle. He grabbed your face and kissed you, before long you were making out and pushed against the kitchen counter.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” You asked breathlessly as you broke apart. Daryl just nodded and grabbed your wrist leading you upstairs. When you reached your room he shut the door and his lips were on yours again. He backed you up to the bed and when the back of your knees hit the bed you collapsed with him onto it. He started to undo your shirt and you sat up a little to take it off, he clumsily unclasped your bra and slid it off, when he looked at you his breathing hitched causing you to blush. Of course he had seen breasts before but not in real life, he thought yours were perfect and he just wanted to touch them. You could see his hesitation so gently took his hand and placed it on your breast, he looked at you and smiled and you grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss. He palmed your breast and felt your nipples harden under his hand, he felt his pants tighten and he bit his lip. He experimentally rubbed his thumb over your nipple causing you to moan. He smirked to himself feeling good that he got you to react that way so he did it again. He shyly lowered his head and kissed your breast to see your reaction, you hummed in appreciation and it spurred him on. He gently traced his tongue around your nipple causing you to gasp, he couldn’t seem to wipe the smirk off his face by this point, he was thoroughly enjoying this and felt like he would explode without you even touching him. It was such a turn on how responsive you were to his touch. He took your nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, you moaned and arched your back, it felt amazing. You loved that he was taking his time to explore your body. You ground your hips up at him trying to get some friction and he let out a low growl as you rubbed his erection. He kept sucking and nibbling on your nipple making you moan and he loved watching you squirm.

“Feels so good.” You breathed out, causing his other hand to glide down and open your pants. He was nervous and excited all at the same time. You grabbed his hand to stop him and he looked at you questionably.
“Its a little unfair don’t you think?” You smirked, gesturing to his fully clothed body. He blushed and nodded. You sat up and slid off his vest and top, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. His breathing picked up seeing you on top of him topless. You bent down and started kissing his neck and he moaned softly at the feeling. You bit him and sucked on his neck, leaving a mark and he hissed with pleasure, he didn’t know how nice that would feel.
“You like that baby?” You purred into his ear and he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you down to rub himself on you.
“Fuck yeah.” He moaned as you continued to bit and suck on his neck. You started getting lower and lower until you reached his pants, you undid them and gasped when you pulled them down to see he wasn’t wearing underwear. His dick was fucking impressive and it stood to attention just waiting for you to touch it. He looked at you with hooded eyes and groaned as you licked from the base to tip. You swirled your tongue around the head before taking him in your mouth fully. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped as he felt the pleasure of your mouth and he fisted your hair. His breathing was ragged and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, he had never felt pleasure like this before. You felt his dick twitch in your mouth so pulled away, you wanted to taste him but that would have to be another time as you were desperate to fuck him today. He grabbed you and rolled you onto your back smirking, he started sucking your neck as you did to him, giving you matching marks. You mewled as you felt the desperate need between your legs grow, you knew you were dripping. He pulled your pants and panties off and licked his lips at the sight of your glistening pussy. He gently rubbed you feeling the wetness and growled.

“So fuckin’ wet.” He groaned in appreciation, he looked at his now soaked fingers and sucked them clean, moaning as tasted you, you tasted better than he could have imagined.
“Can I?…” He asked, nodding to your dripping pussy. You bit your lip and nodded as he scooted down and got comfy.
He inhaled your scent and it sent a rush through his body, he gently licked you moaning as he lapped up your juices. He licked your clit and you bucked your hips at him and gasped. He smirked and did it again getting the same reaction from you and he knew he needed to pay special attention to that little bundle of nerves. He started sucking on it and your moans got louder, he had to push your hips down to keep you still as you were writhing about in pleasure.
“Fuck Daryl, I’m gonna cum.” You moaned. Daryl didn’t know much about sex but he knew from things Merle said that women can orgasm more than once so he kept going. You came undone as you gripped his hair, the wave of pleasure crashing over you making you cry out. Daryl happily licked all of your juices then crawled back up to you with a cheeky smile on his face, he was so proud of himself that he got you to cum. You kissed him long and hard and then rolled him over so you were on top. You reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a condom, opening it and sliding it onto him. You lined him up with your entrance and looked into Daryls eyes to make sure he wanted this, he thrust upwards making it clear what he wanted. You slowly sank down onto him, both moaning at the feeling. You waited for a minute to adjust but Daryl got impatient, wanting more of that wonderful feeling of your warmth around him. He gripped your hips and in one quick movement he was above you again. You smirked at him and his need for dominance even on his first time. You wrapped your legs tightly around him to push him in deeper as he thrust into you vigorously. You were both moaning and panting, letting the pleasure embrace you and you knew you wouldn’t last long.
“Ya feel so good baby.” He gasped as he leant forward to catch your lips with his own. His tongue caressed yours and he laced his fingers with your own. His breathing started to get ragged and his thrusts became erratic and you knew he was close. You started grinding up to him letting your clit brush against him adding to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Daryl!” You cried as you tipped over the edge. Your legs were trembling as the pleasure took over your body. You felt Daryl start to buck his hips and groan as he found his own release. Your walls tightening around him sent him over the edge and milked him dry as he growled. You both lay there trying to catch your breath and he rested his sweaty forehead on yours.

“I think I love ya.” He whispered as he looked into your eyes. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you lost yourself in his blue eyes.
“I think I love you too.” You admitted softly.
He couldn’t help but smile at you and kissed you lovingly. He never thought he would ever find love, especially after the world went to shit, but here you were with him. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

Graced Soul Part 4

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Title: Graced Soul Part 4

Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Gabriel, Balthazar, Crowley

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: fluff? Angst?

Word Count: 2,401

A/N: OH MAN. This is the end of this series! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did! However, never fear I have another Dean series coming up! <3 Feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3 Part 1  Part 2  Part 3!  Requests for prompts are open still C: That list is here!


You waited outside of the bunker with Cas, Gabriel and Balthazar as Dean and Sam packed their “go bags”.  You stared into the distance as the wind blew through your hair.  You watched the leaves on the trees blow in the wind.  You focused on the leaves, watching them switch direction.

“You’re learning already,” Balthazar smirked, playfully nudging your arm.

Dean and Sam came out of the bunker, shutting the door.  Dean padded up to you, lacing his fingers with yours.  You waved Sam over to you, grabbing his arm.  “We’re about to cause a little hell.”  You disappeared with the Winchesters, appearing just outside the abandoned house.  Castiel, Gabriel, and Balthazar showed up only seconds after you.

Castiel and Gabriel took out the angel blades they had with them.  You held out your hand, “Dean did you pack my angel blade?”

“You know I always do,” Dean smiled, putting the blade in your palm.

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***Happy Fluff***

***Imagine Teaching Happy To Play Beer Pong***

“You don’t seriously expect me to believe that you’ve never played beer pong?” you laughed at the heavily tattooed man sitting across from you. He’d been coming into the small bar you worked at every night now for almost two months straight and you couldn’t get enough of him. There were only two other people in the bar besides your boss and they were regulars that had been coming to the bar for years. Both of them got a kick out of watching you and this new man flirt every night.

“Nope, never done it.” he chuckled and you shook your head laughing. “I’m going to have to change that.” you said and he smiled. “There’s gonna be a party tomorrow night at the SAMCRO clubhouse, why don’t you come by and teach me then?” he asked with a wink. “I’ll clear her schedule, she’s all yours.” your boss, Allen, said from where he was watching with the two regulars, Larry and Joe. You blushed, and looked back at the man sitting across from you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.” he said with a wink as he stood up and left a couple of twenties on the bar. “See ya, Happy.” you sighed, biting your lip as you watched him leave.

“It’s about time you found a guy. You’ve been moping around for long enough.” Larry chuckled. “I haven’t been moping! And I haven’t found a guy, he’s just a friend.” you snap playfully as you place the money in the register. “A friend my ass! No man is going to come in here every night for two months straight and leave a twelve dollar tip for three warm beers and some stale peanuts!” Joe practically shouted.

-

The next night you tossed your beer pong table into the bed of your truck and headed over to the clubhouse. You decided to bring it just in case they didn’t have one. You’d never been to a SAMCRO party before, you’d never really been to Charming before except to go to Fun Town. As you got out of your truck and walked toward everyone you felt out of place. It seemed there was a half naked girl either on her knees or being bent over something everywhere. It was weird.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” it was Happy’s voice and you spun around to find him standing with a group of guys and waving you over. You smiled and walked over, “I didn’t think you were actually going to come.” he chuckled. “Well I had to make sure you learned how to play beer pong, old man.” you laughed and he just shook his head at you. “Beer pong? Me and Ope will kick your ass at beer pong any day!” a blonde guy piped up as he howled with laughter. “Oh you’re on! Me and Happy against you two, right now!” you grinned at them. “We could set it up on the pool table.” a huge guy with a beard said. “Nah, I’ve got a beer pong table in my truck. I can go grab it?” you offered. “Let’s go!” the blonde cheered and the group followed you to your truck.

They set the table up next to what looked like WWE ring, it made you wonder what happened at these parties. “Prospect! Set this up for fifteen cup beer pong!” someone shouted. “Alright tell me.” Happy sighed, his arm around your shoulders.

“Okay, so first rule you sink it, they drink it. So just make the ball into one of their cups, but when you throw it your elbow can’t go past this line, this is the foul line. And don’t bounce the ball off the table because then they can swipe it.” you explained the basics to him and he nodded. “Can you drink, darlin?” the blonde asked with a smirk. “I get paid to sit around and do shots all day, what do you think?” you laughed.

The next hour was spent with Happy just laughing every time you pointed out a rule he’d broken. He’d managed to slap your ass a total of seven times in the first five minutes of the game, you’d stopped counting after that.

“Come here.” Happy chuckled as he leaned against the ring. You smiled and walked over, sitting down next to him. “Yes, Mr. Lowman?” you asked with a small giggle. He wrapped one arm around your waist and pulled you closer so that you stood between his legs. “So what do you think of your first SAMCRO party?” he asked as his fingers twirled through your hair. “It was pretty fun, y'know for bikers.” you teased. “Oh yeah? You think a biker can’t show you a good time?” he asked and you just bit your lip.

“Aye! Happy-boy! Finally!” Chibs, the Scottish one you’d met earlier, shouted as Happy kissed you. He pulled away, “Oh shut up!” he shouted back. “What’s that all about?” you asked, smiling at him. “Nothing, they’ve just been giving me shit for going to your bar all the damn time.” he sighed. “Why do you come so often, hm?” you ask, smirking at him.

“I must have a thing for that bartender in there, you know the one that’s always flirting with me.” he said with a sigh. “I was talking to her the other day, I think she has a thing for you too.” you say and he smiles before kissing you again.

Imagine being Jared’s new roommate

Two suitcases, that’s all I have with me. Oh, and a cat in his cage. Not too bad if you think that I’m 25, broke and ready to fail in life.

I read the address on the yellow post it once again, I’m sure I’m at the right place, but not so sure that I want this to be the right place. The neighborhood isn’t that bad, there is a lot of waste on the streets, but it could be worse. The building in front of me needs a new coat of paint, and the door phone does not work.

A girl comes out of the building as I try to find my phone and call Shannon asking for help.

“You want to go in?” She asks me eyeing my luggage, “That thing hasn’t work in years”

“Could you…?” I ask, pointing at the door, with the biggest smile I can provide, “I’m new”

“Are you sure?” She asks, searching for the keys on her purse, “I don’t want to come back home and find out that I’ve been robbed”

“What? Oh, no. I just… It was an emergency move, I don’t have the keys yet”

“Let’s hope so” She laughs, “I’m Shayla, by the way”

“Thank you, Shayla, have a nice day!” I shout as I see her going down the stairs.

Shayla just waves at me without looking and continues with her walk down street. I use one of my suitcases to hold the door as I enter the second suitcase and Gren’s cage. It’s only when I’m inside that I notice that the building only has stairs and I’m supposed to reach the fifth floor.

“God hates me” I whisper, trying to plan how I’m going to get all my stuff up.

Maybe I could go and knock on the apartment of Shannon’s brother. He’s expecting me, I don’t think he would be rude to make me lift all this by myself. But, I also don’t want to leave all my things alone at the lobby. I couldn’t forgive myself if someone stole Gren, I would die.

Ok, let’s risk the luggage.

I take Gren’s cage and run upstairs, the less time I take, the less I risk losing the only things I have left. By the time I reach the fifth floor, I’m sweating like a pig, and I cannot breath properly. Gren looks a bit traumatized for the earthquake inside his cage.

Still trying to catch my breath, I ring the doorbell two times. The door opens, and a guy with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen opens the door. Is this Shannon’s brother?

“Hey! I’m Jared” He says, showing me a big smile.

“Oh, hi” I say with the little breath I have left, mentioning my name between short breaths, “Could you help me? My luggage is downstairs”

Jared accepts and leaves Gren inside the apartment. Jared doesn’t even look like his brother; the color of their eyes is different, Jared is taller and less burly. But that ain’t important, right? If he’s half as awesome as his brother, everything was going to be great. Well, he let me stay in his apartment without even knowing me, that puts him in my awesome list for good.

“How did you get in?” He asks me when we are halfway down the stairs.

“A girl let me in. Shayla?”

“Oh! She lives in our same floor, she’s awesome”

“Great, I already met a neighbor”

We continue our way in silence, Jared takes both suitcases, not allowing me to protests about it and we head upstairs again.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean, you don’t even know me…”

“Shannon says you’re cool, so I’m okay with that” He says with a smile, “What happened anyway? Did your landlord kicked you out or something?”

“Something like that” I say, already battling with my breath. Damned stairs. “They were selling my building and my dear landlord forgot to tell me”

“Shit, what an asshole. Could you help me with the door?”

I take the keys from Jared’s hoddie to open the door. He lets me come in first, leaving me startled by the looks of his apartment. He doesn’t have many furniture besides an old tv, a couch, and a table with two chairs in the kitchen. But the walls… Oh, God. The walls! They are a work of art. Some parts are covered with paint splashes, in others you can find doodles and what seems like poetry. A single easel is located in front of a large window at the far left, an unfinished portrait of a woman, still wet on it.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit messy” He apologizes, taking my luggage to one of the doors at the end of the apartment, “I tried to clean, but I was a bit tired”

“It’s okay” I mutter, following his steps, “This is perfect”

“The room is a bit small, it doesn’t have a bathroom. Well, there’s only one in the whole apartment, but I promise I’m way more neat there”

The room is not as small as he makes it seem. There’s a mattress on the floor, a few pillows on top of it; one drawer, a dusty bookshelf and a desk with an old chair.

“Shannon said you didn’t have any furniture, he brought that mattress but we do not have a base, is alright if…?”

“It’s perfect, Jared, really. If it wasn’t for you I would be sleeping in the streets”

“Ok” He mumbles, taking his hand to run through his hair, “My bedroom is the one right next to this one, the bathroom is right across it”

“Great. Oh, by the way, do you have a fire escape, right? I think I saw one from outside”

“Yeah, it’s right outside your window” He says, pointing to it, “Why?”

“For Gren, he needs a place for his sandbox”

“Oh, right” He laughs, “I had forgotten about him”

As if Gren knew we were talking about him, we start hearing a few meows coming from his cage.

“I’ll let you settle down, I’ll be right outside”

Jared leaves me alone after bringing Gren’s cage to my bedroom.

I wasn’t joking when I told Jared that if it wasn’t for him I would be in the street right now. I had no one, reason why Shannon was so worried about my situation. In just an hour he had fixed my life, making sure that I had a place to crash, food and bed.

The bedroom is way cleaner than the living room, and it doesn’t take me too long to arrange everything comfortably for Gren and me.

The smell of something sweet reaches my nose, and a knock on my door announces Jared’s visit to my new bedroom. When I open, I find him holding a cup of hot chocolate in one hand, and crackers on the other.

“A little something for your belly”

“Thank you so much, you’re an angel!”

Jared laughs, taking a seat on the only chair in my bedroom. Gren jumps to get comfy on Jared’s thighs, purring loudly.

“He’s really friendly”

“You don’t like cats” I notice by the way he stiffened when Gren jumped on him, “I’m so sorry!”

“No, no. I like cats!” He assures me, starting to caress Gren behind his ears, “They usually don’t like me, I’m a bit surprised to be honest”

“Gren is a bit antisocial, he must really like you”

“Gren?” He asks confused.

“Grenouille. That’s his full name”

“Wait, I know that name…”

“Jean-Baptiste Grenouille” I clarify, “Perfume”

“Right, I knew it!” He cheers, taking Gren’s paw to high five it. Gren doesn’t even raise his head in reaction.

I drink my chocolate, wanting to ask about the art that covered the walls. Does his room follow the same pattern? Is this his work?

“Can I ask you something?” He nods, a smirk on his face, “You work as a painter?”

“Not exactly” He clarifies, “I teach art to kids”

“Really? At a primary school?” He nods once again, “Cool”

“Shannon said you are librarian”

“I am” I say, a bit embarrassed, “I was supposed to work there for a couple of months after college, but I end up staying for two years. I really like the job”

We continue talking about different topics; Jared’s work at the school, his bad experiences with other cats, his relationship with Shannon. When Shannon comes to the conversation I already know he has questions, but he doesn’t start asking them till I tell them it’s okay.

“So, you two dated or something?”

“Yeah, for a bit. It didn’t work thou, we were more friends than lovers, we weren’t what we were looking for at the moment”

“When was this? I get the feeling that he’s mentioned your name before”

“Like two years ago, I think”

“Anyway,” He says, standing from the chair, leaving Gren to occupy his place, “It’s late and I’m sure you want to rest”

I stand to take the dirty dishes to the kitchen but he takes them from my hands. A smile appears on his lips again, the same on mine.

“Thank you, again”

“Don’t worry. I think I’m gonna enjoy having a roommate” He says before leaving me alone in my new bedroom.

Title: PROFESSOR MAXIMOFF.

Summary: Zelda Ruiz is an 18 year old mexican/american mutant, she can stop and travel through time, when she arrives to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, on her first day she meets Peter Maximoff, the silver haired guy with awesome musical taste who turns out to be her teacher.

Parts: 6/?

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypher |

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish |

Notes: At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.

Pd. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, I PROMISE THIS IS WORTH IT.


“Zel! Where have you been?” Anne asks, she’s sitting on the couch, drawing.

“Uh, I, I…”

“You went to Coney Island.” She says, I feel the color leaving my skin.

“How do you know that?”

“Zel, you’re carrying a pink dinosaur, and you smell like sand and cotton candy.”

“Ohh, right, sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” I leave Gunther on my bed and walk to the wardrobe, I take out Peter’s Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts.

“I’m going for a soda with Bobby and John, want to come?”

“Sure, give me a second.”  I get up, grab my hoodie and close the door behind me.


We arrive to the cafeteria, Bobby and John saved us a seat next to the window, I make my way to the table while Anne gets the drinks.


“Zelda.” Bobby says.

“What?” I sit in front of them.

“Why are you wearing Maximoff’s shirt?”

“This is not Maximoff’s shirt…” I begin to say.

“It’s his favorite shirt, everyone knows that, he says it brings him good luck or something.”

“Zel, have you been secretly hooking up with him?” John asks.

No I haven’t been hooking up with Maximoff, but damn, I wish I had.

“Why would I be hooking up with Maximoff John, it makes no fucking sense.” I grunt.

“Then, why are you wearing his shirt?”

“this shirt is Doug’s “ I blurt the fist name that pops into my mind.


They are still laughing when Anne arrives with the drinks.


“Whoa guys, what did I miss?” Says Anne as she sits next to Bobby.

“Zelda says she’s wearing Doug’s shirt, I say it’s bullshit, that shirt is Maximoff’s.” Bobby says.

“Of course is Doug’s…”

“Maximoff? There’s no fucking way that shirt is Maximoff’s.”

“Thanks Anne, finally someone is speaking with logic.”

“But, I don’t think that shirt is Doug’s either, I believe you are having a secret affair with someone, you went to Coney Island today and I’m 100% sure you weren’t on your own, you suck at fair games and you were carrying a pink dinosaur.” She smirks.

“I-I was with Doug, for real.”

“Look, there he is.” John points at the door, Doug is standing there, searching for a table, wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white shirt. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Don’t you dare Lighter.”

“I want to know too Zel.” Anne laughs.

“DOUG! OVER HERE!” Bobby waves at him and he makes his way to our table.

“Hey guys!” I stand up, giving him an awkward hug. “Um, hey Zel:”

“Doug, we’re so happy you are here, we wanted to ask you a question.” John chuckles.

“Um, yeah, it’s okay.” Doug is the kind of person that “Um's” a lot.

“You see that shirt Zelda is wearing?” Bobby points, Doug nods. “Is that shirt yours?”

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

“Yeah, of course it’s his shirt, right honey?” I say, resting my head in his shoulder.

“Is it Zel?” He shooks his head.

“Yeah, totally, you gave it to me after we slept together last night.” Bobby and John open their eyes in surprise.

“Oh, right babe.”  Doug holds my hand, I look at him. “I’m going to kill you.” He whispers.

“No shit, since when have you been dating guys?” Bobby asks.

“Um, we’ve been dating for about 4 hours.” Doug nods.

“You got to third base before being his boyfriend, Doug, you’re officially life goals.” Johny says, he lets out a grunt after I kick him.

“And when were you going to tell us, it’s not fair Zel, we share a room and you never told me you liked Doug.”

“We were waiting to make it official, he asked me to be his girlfriend today at Luna Park.”

“Yeah, I took her to the Cyclone, and we had Ice Cream.”

“Well, congratulations lovebirds, I’m amazed but you guys make a cute couple.” Anne greets us.


The rest of the night passes in a blur, we move from the cafeteria to one of the common rooms, the one that happens to be next to Peter’s room, and I’m stuck with Doug, we share one couch, I sit on his lap while we talk, Bobby, Anne and John go to sleep an hour later, I try to go but Doug grabs my hand.


“Zelda, would you please explain me why did you tell everyone I was your boyfriend?” Doug asks, he seems mad, I don’t blame him.

“If I tell you, promise me you won’t tell anyone, not Anne, and specially not Bobby or John.” I beg.

“I won’t but you better have a good reason because I’m about to kill you right now.”

“It’s Maximoff.” I sigh, “We’ve been hanging around since that day at music class, when we sang The Cure’s Lullaby.”

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you’ve been sneaking all around New York with Maximoff? The rumors were true then.”

“Yeah, I mean, we’re good friends, but if Xavier finds out, he’ll kill me, he already lectured me about boundaries between professors and students.”

“Zel, you know my mutation allows me to read body language and to understand the truth within every sentence you speak?”

“Doug, you tell me that everytime we talk.”

“You are in love with him, madly in love with him.”

“I know, but he’s like a shit ton of years older than me, and that would never work.” I sit back on the couch and bury my face in a pillow.

“Zel, I’ll help you, you’re one of my best friends and if you’re in love with Speedy Gonzales, I’m going to help you.” I start laughing.

“Thanks Doug, you’re the best, please don’t kill me.” I say, hugging him.


Peter’s POV.


When Wanda was six, I took her to her first day at school, I stayed there, while she waved me goodbye before entering the classroom and way after the doors were closed, in that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I realized how much I loved Wanda, I mean, I obviously love her because she’s my little sister but I was 16 and I didn’t really worry about any other things than stealing video games and records, but I realized how much it would hurt me if something happend to her, I wasn’t going to let anybody hurt my little girl, I owed that to my mom, my dad was a dick, but that didn’t mean I was one too.


Charles, Hank and Logan appeared in my front door a week after, we broke into the Pentagon and released Magneto, according to Logan, we had changed the future, saving the mutants from the Sentinel program that Bolivar Trask was desinging, they thaught me I could use my powers for the greater good, but it wasn’t until 1983 when I decided to do something about it, I joined Raven, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Hank and Charles to defeat Apocalypse and his horsemen, we became the X-Men’s second generation alongside with Ororo.


Two years later, I told Magneto he was my father, he was shocked at first, and he became distant, shortly after, I learnt I had another sister, Lorna, and Magneto had no other choice than to work in our relationship, we’ve improved since then, and I get to see the girls pretty often, but I never felt like I belonged.


I mean, Xavier’s was great, everyone was pretty understanding and supportive, but I always felt like an outcast, partly because of Magneto being my dad, but I always longed for someone who liked the same things I liked, someone who enjoyed music, comic books, videogames, someone I could talk to about my problems, about concerts, the girl I wanted to introduce to my girl, the kind of girl who would play with Wanda and her Barbies because she wanted to, but that person never arrived and I eventually got used to the loneliness.


Lorna and my mom set me up for blind dates but it wasn’t okay, I believe they didn’t get the concept of having chemistry with someone.


I tried college and I dropped it on the third semester, it was just too boring, why did we have to study about the color symbolism in every damn Shakespeare play if threats like Apocalypse were wandering freely all around the Universe? Somehow my dad convinced Charles I’d be a good teacher, so he offered me to teach music, and I’ve been teaching here for 3 years, and my mom was glad I had a steady job.


And then Zelda arrived.


With her sharp questions, sarcastic comments, her blue hair and her hazel eyes, filled with curiosity,  and her smile is enough to light up even the darkest of my days.


On Friday’s, after binge watching horror movies, she’d fall asleep in my arms, while whe listened to The Smiths, Radiohead or whatever she wanted, she had taken the control over my record player.


That night, afterI left Zelda in her room, I felt the kind of pain you feel when you miss someone, I take two hours to convince myself that I need to make a move before I screw everything up, and I make up a plan.


When I open the doors of my room, I hear her voice in the common room, my heart beats faster as I speed up to find her, she’s sitting in some guy’s lap, with her head resting on his shoulder, I recognize him, Doug, he’s in her class and has his arms wrapped around her shoulders, giving her small kisses on the top of her head, and the sharp pain I felt when I took Wanda to school on her first day, comes back.


I speed back to my room, taking out a backpack from underneath the bed, I begin to fill it with random clothes


I wait, as the voices fade away in the hallways, I lock my room and walk to the front door, I close it behind me, and start running, it takes me a while.


I don’t want to think, but I can’t help it either.


She’s fucking 18 Peter, she’s not into you, don’t you see? You were his toy all the time, she was just playing with your feelings.


I try to keep running, but focusing on the road is difficult when tears are blocking your sight.


I finally give up, somehow I arrived to a park, and throw myself into the grass, sobbing.


It’s the first time I ever cried because of a girl, and it sucks, because I love her.