#[ i have the best twin anyone could ever ask for t-t ]

[cherry-pop-elf]

Warming Up The New Client

Fred Weasley x Reader

Sum: Was another one of those little bets you and Fred did. You lost, but you are kinda the biggest winner between the two of you. Especially when one of the Weasley’s business partners come in to discuss important things. Let’s see if he can keep his head straight

Warnings: 18+, cock warming, blow jobs, semi public, kinda cracky because not everything needs to be a porno you gotta laugh, accidental choking, worried boyfriend because whoops this has become a sitcom, after care. Lowkey tho any fic you’ll read from me will have it, unless stated otherwise. HEALTHY AND REALISTIC SEX

“MR WEATHERBIRD! What are you doing here?!” Fred would panic, as he would force his chair to push into the desk. Was followed by a thump, as your body hit the back of the desk. Hardly any space for you, and his legs, in the confined space.

Why were you under his desk, and between his legs? Well you lost a bet. Was a harmless one. Just those lazy Mondays, at the shop, where you both needed something to help stimulate the day. A bet where it didn’t matter who won or loss, because there weren’t really any losers when the fun is the game.

Your prize for losing was to give the winner a blow job. Nothing too crazy. That is until unaware company arrived. That being a man that the Weasley twins were meant to do business with. Seems like George must have missed the man. Well, he arrived via fire place. George wouldn’t have seen him arrive, unless in the office with you two.

“Is now a bad time, Mr. Weasley? I figured Mondays would work best for you. Tis a joke shop, after all. The slowest day of the week, as your largest income bracket is through the school children. A Monday morning felt the most reliable to arrive.” Damn his logic, that was what Fred thought. He had a point.

“No no! It’s fine, you are right. Just surprise, that’s all. Take a seat. Let’s talk!” He would grin his award winning smile, as you remained stuck in your hiding place. Left with a choice to make. Stop what you are doing, or see how far you could push the button. Well, you married a Weasley. What’s a little bit of risk?

“Wonderful. We have much to discuss.” Boy was this going to be boring. You knew it, Fred knew it, but hey. You are certainly going to make it more enjoyable. Or worse. Either way, it’s gonna be fun.

As the older gentlemen began his garble, you were busy with your own garbling. Letting his cock press into your cheek, as you tried to find a way to move your head. You didn’t want to just keep thumping your head on the wood. That’s not fun at all.

You were shifting your head all over the place, as you tried to get comfortable. Made for your boyfriend to struggle with paying attention to the boring work jargon his business partner was making. Was certainly difficult to make sure he looked like he was listening, and not currently getting sucked off. Certainly difficult indeed, when those freckled cheeks of his were rosey.

“You seem a bit warm, Mr. Weasley. Are you feeling well?” The older gentlemen would ask Fred. Ever the charismatic man he was, he was oh so quick to think on the fly. Lie out of every situation. Such a charming gift to have.

“Fever fudge. You know how my brother and I are. We always self test our products. That way if anyone gets hurt, it’s us. We only ever field test with mostly our siblings. We know how they would react to what we make, but not to strangers. No. We don’t act like it, but we try and keep things safe.” That seemed to win over Mr. Weatherbird. Charmed the man as much as he could charm a gaggle of girls in a quidditch stand.

The devil on your shoulder was going to be the death of you, and him, with what it was whispering to you. Wanting to try and make his facade crack somehow. Just a little bit. Enough to make him sweat under the pressure. Just a little bit. You don’t want to actually put him at risk of anything, but gambling is gambling. Win big, or die trying.

As you finally managed to force Fred’s chair back, you could properly move your head. Made him need to sit awkwardly, to not make it appear that he was pushed back. Didn’t want the man to get suspicious. Seems he wasn’t, as he was busy with papers. Gave Fred time to look down, and see your devious face. Stuffed with his cock. Was so arrousing, you could feel his cock twitch on your tongue. With fresh flavor for you to enjoy.

He would shoot you a glare, only for the man to look back up. Forced him to meet the clients eyes, as to try and act as chill as possible. Never did he think he would want to do paper work right now. Anything to not just cum down your throat. George was the moaner, not him. But you were seeing if they were identical in a few other ways.

That was until Mr. Weatherbird started to lean over the desk. Just trying to be polite, and show him something on the papers. Had Fred quickly slam himself back under the desk. Forced you to take his cock all the way down your throat, and gag on it. Had you cross eyed, and trying so damn hard to not gurgle on it. Guess you weren’t quite enough.

“What was that noise-?” “What noise?” “Sounded like someone was choking….” Fred, ever quick, was able to come up with the perfect lie. A lie melted in truth, to keep the seal on the little secret at hand closed.

“We have a product here called puking pasties. A pastry used to help kids throw up. For one reason or another. Not to mention we have many things that stink so bad you wish to obliviate yourself from the memory. Just kids being kids. George has it under control.” He would brush off the worry, as you tried to find your ability to breathe again.

Was rather difficult, as you were now trapped entirely under the desk this time. How your head was pressed against the desk, and held no way to move your head. Just gagging around his cock, with drool soaking all over your clothes.

The more you tried to steady yourself, the more his cock twitched in your mouth. Feeling your tongue trying to adjust itself. How your throat kept clenching and your lips desperate to move.

Before you could make any other noises, he was quick to wave his wand. Had his gramophone kick to life, and play that loud swing music those twins loved. Nothing like some big band to liven up the scene. Along with hide more of your gagging, and sputtering, in the hopes to finish this meeting.

“That’s better. Now, as we were saying-“ The droning was starting to get to him. All his mind could think about you was choking on his cock. Had him aroused, but also very worried he was hurting you. It’s not hot if it’s not consented on. Was an accident, yes, but he loves you and wants you safe. He had to figure out how to get you out of there, before things get worse.

“Say uh. Mr. Weatherbird, um-“ Wow was it getting harder to talk. Wasn’t helping that you were still scrambling. Your hands reaching into his lap, to try and push him back some. When trying to reach the front of his chair, you got a full grab of your favorite stress toy instead. Had his eyes go cross, for a moment, as he had to bite his lip. Trying so hard, but he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh, I know it’s alot. You are so new to this world of business. I respect it. You two are stars, I can see it. I’ll do my best to help guide you both. You two are already doing so wonderful. Truly business savvy. Your parents must be so proud. Here, I’ll leave these papers for you and your twin to discuss over. Just send an Owl if you have any questions.” He gave a tip of his hat to Fred, as Fred himself did his best to give a flustered nod.

Mr. Weatherbird would give a wave goodbye, and vanished through the fireplace. As soon as he did, Fred pushed himself back. Made for a rather pornographic sight, and sound, as he popped his cock out of your mouth.

You were just covered in your own drool. Face more flustered than his own, with your lips swollen from being stretched for so long. How you were panting hard from the stress of the scene. It was all too much. You were just so perfect in his view. He just had to add to it.

He barely had time to close your eyes, as he leaned back. His cock just spilling his cum all across your face. Across your drool stained chest. You were just covered in so much. You were surprised he even had so much in him. Guess this was some life or death edging, so to speak.

With your breath caught, it was his turn to pant. Just leaning back in his office chair. His body slack, as he was seeing stars. That release was so needed, and so intense. He swore he pulled his back out from it.

“That could have gone better…Or worse. Depends on if we look at this from a positive view or not.” You would joke, as he gave a dry laugh. Happy to know you were ok. You knew he was worried, you could just tell. There was something sweet about it. That even with such heat of the moment he was looking out for you.

You would let him collect himself, as a cleaning charm solved all your problems. You also were polite to help out his dick away for him. After care goes both ways, after all. When he would come back to reality he would take care of you. You knew that. Until then, you’ll make sure he is cared for to.

Once he had his time to no longer sweat himself a new pool, he would pull you into his lap. Just cuddling you. A means of apology, without saying it. You knew he was trying to not have you humiliated. It wasn’t intentional in any way. The way you would play with his hair conveyed it. Both of you using your own silent little love language.

“So….Whens your next meeting?” The fact you asked that made his head spin. You wanted to do that again? That risk? The choking? The fear? The adrenaline? The insanity of it all?

“…….Thursday, after lunch….” He’s a Weasley. They were all adrenaline junkies. That’s just one of the many things that made you love him. Love him, kiss him, and bump your noses together. His adorable bird nose, with yours.

“You are such a minx, and I LOVE it.”

[mattslolita]

one of the girls - c. sturniolo

in which ... you're one of chris sturniolo's girls for the night of the versus tour. ( chris x black!fem!reader )

warnings ; smut, fingering, cowgirl, creampie, unprotected piv ( wrap it freak hoes )

"𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

every moment since you had bought the tickets, you'd been waiting for this day for months — the let's trip versus tour. you've been a fan of the sturniolo triplets since late 2022, and since you weren't able to make the first tour, here was your second chance in 2023 to make the versus tour.

you and your best friend alize had been trying to pick out the perfect outfit for you both to wear, having switched things up many times in between since you wanted it to be a perfect day.

even though as a nick girl she'd be wearing purple, you and alize wanted to match with each other to the t — her outfit contrasted yours only because she wore a cardigan instead of a puffer like you had. the amount of pictures you both took on the uber ride to the venue was insanity, as you both were twinning so hard.

when the day came, you felt excitement course throughout your body as you realized you'd soon be in close vicinity with chris sturniolo — you were a die hard avid for 'black girls 4 chris', something you and alize would joke about all the time. you liked to joke and say you were the number one chris girl ever, whilst alize said that she'd hands down be nick's favorite lesbian.

you knew sometimes your fangirling could get out of hand at times, as you found multiple occasions where chris was your wet dream or you often daydreamed about what it would be like to be with him. his voice, his hair, his personality, that smile, he had lived in your head rent free. you also knew chris probably had no issue at all when it came to hookups, but that wasn't something you cared about — even if it was for one night, one time, you wanted to be in their shoes. you wanted to know what it was like to be one of chris's girls.

the line at the venue had filled quickly, as you and alize had met several of your online friends you made from the fandom — the other girls were sweet and kind, and as you looked at the other chris girls in the crowd you briefly felt a wave of sadness as you thought that any of them could be the lucky one.

your worry dissipated though as you felt alize's excitement radiating off of her body, causing you to giggle. "girl, how are you feeling?"

"how you gon ask me that, y/n?" alize said in disbelief, causing you to giggle as she put a hand on her chest, "we literally finna be breathing the same air as nick sturniolo. hoe, i'm unwell."

some people shot alize dirty looks at her seemingly rude behavior, but both of you paid no mind to them — anyone who was friends with her knew that that's the way she joked around with people, the way she spoke in general.

"i'm so excited to see chris," you tell her dreamily, running a hand through your curly lace front you got done yesterday, "i hope i get picked as his teammate."

"laura's racist if she don't pick us to be one of they partners," alize whispered to you, causing you both to laugh as the line moved forward.

"remember, we get to get pictures and do small talk before the show starts, so make sure we're headed for that line!" you explain to alize who playfully rolls her eyes and swats your shoulder.

"girl chill out, i remember what our tickets said!" alize giggled, "i sure as hell remember how much we paid for them things, ain't no way i'm not speaking to them!"

"and then the merch," you whined, pouting your lips, "that shit was going into my funds for college next semester!"

"then you might wanna start looking for a j-o-b!" alize tells you knowingly, causing you to groan, "i told you, i can speak to my manager for you!"

"girl that man is a pervert, i'm not working there!" you say firmly, "how do you even deal with him?"

"why do you think i act like a dude every time i have a shift?" alize tells you knowingly, "you'll never catch me wearing stuff like this around him."

you felt yourself become excited again as you looped your arm with alize's looking at you guys' matching outfits. "i still can't believe how much we matched with each other!"

"what if we can get a group picture with me, you, nick, and chris?" alize wonders, "we'd all look fine as shit."

"i know chris probably looking fine as hell today," you whispered to alize, causing her to giggle at you.

"girl you always think he look fine," alize says with an eyeroll, causing you to nudge her shoulder playfully.

you could feel your nerves heighten as you got a view of the area where the triplets could be seen doing group photos with the fans. a nerve of both excitement and arousal coursed through your veins as your eyes landed on chris — stray hairs peaked from underneath his black backwards cap, his usual friendly smile painted across his features. you unknowingly bit your lip as you scanned his outfit, seeing as he was wearing an orange tasmanian devil shirt with black jeans white air forces — casual, yet he still turned you on so much.

you took a deep breath as the line drew closer, and you had an even better view of the triplets. they all looked so good, and you felt both excited and nervous at the fact that it would soon be you and alize's turn.

just as you had turned to whisper something alize, chris's eyes had somehow wondered over to you unbeknownst to you — his eyes wandered around the entirety of your outfit, drinking in your brown skin and your thick thighs which were somewhat hidden by your skirt. he almost smirked as he realized you had been dressed in all orange, letting him know you were a chris girl. his girl.

when you looked up from laughing at what alize had said, you could feel eyes on you — your breath almost caught in your throat when you realized he was checking you out. you bite your lip nervously as he swiped his thumb over his nose before giving you a small smirk, directing his attention back towards the fans who were next in line.

you could've melted right then and there, now having to clench your thighs at this. there's no way chris sturniolo was checking you out just now? your mind had to be playing tricks on you.

then again, you didn't doubt chris had thought some fans were were cute. he definitely wouldn't have had any problem hooking up with the older fans if they let him, you definitely would've wanted to hookup with him.

your nerves skyrocket even more when you realize you and alize are up next.

the security ushers you towards nick first, who offers you a warm smile and outstretched arms. "hi, love!"

"hi nick!" you say, hugging him quickly before you make your way towards matt. "hi matt!"

matt gives you a smile, hugging you back as you go to chris next.

his eyes are already on you, having watched your interaction with his brothers — a small smirk is on his face as he pulls you in for a hug, his hands dangerously close to your ass as they reside on your waist. "hi, gorgeous."

it comes out a sort of whisper, which causes your cheeks to warm as you pull away from him with a shy smile. "hi, chris."

you turn to see alize already positioned in between nick and matt, so you took that as the initiative to put yourself in between chris and matt as well. nick puts his arms around alize with a smile, whilst both matt and chris put their arms around you.

well, matt's arm stays around your neck, while chris slips his around your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze causing you to clench your thighs together.

the picture snaps twice, and you turn to wave a quick goodbye to both nick and matt. chris smirks, sending a subtle smack to your ass as you give him a shy wave and you leave with alize.

you still couldn't believe what just happened — you debated on telling alize, but she was so caught up in rambling about the fact that she just hugged and smelled nick so you just giggled with her and let her talk.

the show soon started, and unfortunately you did not get picked to be chris's teammate — but you and alize squealed of excitement when laura asked if she wanted to be nick's teammate. of course that girl was not finna pass that up.

you were front and center of the stage, watching as the show took place in front of you — you knew your eyes weren't playing tricks on you when you saw the glances chris kept sneaking at you. you couldn't help but let your doe eyes wander and stay on his, even when you were recording alize and nick. you had almost missed the perfect swish alize made with the basketball, causing you to cheer loudly for your best friend.

when chris had walked near your side of where the stage was, he gave you a subtle wink to which you smiled and blinked your doe eyes up at him. you were hoping other girls couldn't see it, as they would be quick to make stupid assumptions, because it's not like anything was happening.

the show soon ended, leaving you both nervous and excited once again since you and alize had the small talk with them now. unfortunately you and alize ended up being one of the last people in line, since she accidentally left her phone somewhere on the stage and spent time looking for it.

the small talk line up was in birth order, which you were extremely grateful for — alize had went before you, and now you were up next as you make your way towards nick again.

"hi again!" nick says to you with a beam, holding his arms out for another hug.

"hi, how are you?" you ask him excitedly, as you place one of your posters on the small table.

"i'm feeling good, it was cool to meet everyone," nick tells you, unrolling your poster of all three of them. you hold a pen out to him, which he gratefully accepts, "how are you tonight?"

"i'm doing good!" you tell him excitedly, "i can't believe chris won again, what's going on with you, stink?"

both of you laugh, and he shakes his head. "trust girl, i'm gonna win we just need to give it some time."

"period!" you say, holding your phone up, snapping a few pictures with him, "thank you so much nick, i hope you have a blessed rest of the tour!"

"thank you so much for coming!" nick smiles as you both hug one more time, before you give him a wave as you're off to matt next.

matt smiles at you as you approach him, and you smile back as you set your things on his table. "hi again!"

"hi, matt!" you say calmly, "may i hug you?"

"absolutely, c'mere," he says politely, outstretching his arms towards you, and you slip into his arms.

"how are you tonight?" you ask him, as he signs one of your posters.

"i'm doing good, i can't believe how many people came," matt tells you, and you nod understandingly.

"i'm glad to know you're doing good! i hope you're having fun, too," you tell him sweetly, as he smiles and pulls you in for another hug.

"do you wanna take some pictures?" he asks you kindly, and you nod enthusiastically, handing him your phone as he snaps a couple of .5 photos of you both.

"have a blessed rest of your tour!" you tell matt as you collect your things, beginning to walk away as he smiles and waves at you.

as you're approaching chris, he already has that same smirk plastered on his face as he watches you walk up to him slowly — when you reach him and set your things down on the table, he's instantly bringing you in for a hug.

his hands skim over your skirt momentarily, causing your breath to hitch at the close contact. "hi again, chris."

"hey ma," chris says, swiping his thumb over his bottom lip as he eyes you up and down shamelessly, "did you miss me?"

"i'm a chris girl, of course i missed you," you purred, a sudden bold confidence striking you as you blink your doe eyes at him.

he licks his lips at you and hurriedly jots something down onto one of your posters, and you find yourself unable to look away from him as you take in the way his jawline is so sharp and how the light hits him. he looks so hot, and something inside you wishes he would take you right then and there.

"alright, wrap it up!" one of the security guards yells towards you, causing you to sigh as chris gave you an apologetic smile.

"it was nice meeting you, chris," you say shyly, going to grab your posters.

"you'll see me later, gorgeous," chris whispers in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as he pulls away, giving you a wink, "see you soon."

you give him one last smile before you hurriedly begin walking to find where alize is at. as you're nearing the hallway, a buzz in your pocket causes you to take your phone out, seeing a message from alize.

alize🙈🫦

girl tell me why i left my phone AGAIN

i went to go look for it that's why you don't see me anywhere

you curse under your breath at this, silently shaking your head as you begin walking towards the exit — suddenly a hand goes out to grab your arm and carefully yank you towards the door.

"what the fu-"

"told you you'd see me again, ma," chris's voice smirks, and you could feel yourself gasp as you turn to see him, your hand still in his.

"where are we going?" you ask, looking up at him.

"giving you a private tour," he smirks, licking his lips as he looks you up and down once more before pulling you towards the door.

it's nighttime already as the both of you exit out of the door — you feel yourself giggle slightly as the wind whips your hair whilst he hurriedly makes his way towards their tour bus with you.

he looks around to make sure nobody saw or followed, and he quickly opens the tour bus doors. chris signals for you to get inside first, and he couldn't help but watch the way your ass jiggled when you walked up the steps.

as soon as you both were inside, you barely have a chance to look around at the tour bus before chris hurriedly whirls you around to face him, his lips meeting yours in a hungry kiss.

your arms find their way wrapped around his neck as he draws you closer to him, his arms slithering down to give your waist a gentle squeeze before he lands a smack to your ass.

you gasp into the kiss, allowing his tongue access inside your mouth — you moan when his hands roam all over your body, until he hooks his arms under your legs.

"jump f'me," he mumbles into the kiss.

you do as you're told, jumping and hooking your legs around his waist. chris walks backwards towards the sofa couch, sitting down on it as he continues to kiss you.

you move your legs on either side of his waist straddling him, as you whimper into the kiss — you detach your lips from his and bite down on his bottom lip, pulling away with a pop.

"fuck, you're so hot, baby," chris breathes, causing you to whimper again as you grind down on his hard on.

"chris i want you to do whatever you want with me," you breathe, resting your forehead on his as you catch your breath, "i'm yours."

"is that so, sweetheart?" chris grins up at you, running his hands up and down your sides which causes a shiver to run down your spine, "you gonna be a good girl f'me?"

"yes, always," you tell him, grinding down on him again eliciting a low groan from him.

chris reattaches your lips, tilting his head in order to dominate the kiss — he pulls away and leaves a trail of kisses on your neck, sucking on a particularly sweet spot causing a moan to escape your lips.

you shrug your puffer jacket off of your shoulders, as chris helps to take off your halter top as well. your tits spill out of your bra causing chris to groan as he takes one in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it whilst massaging and kneading the other.

"m, fuck chris," you whine, throwing your head back as you grind down on his erection, feeling your panties dampen.

"take this off f'me baby," chris instructs you, taking his hands off of you so that you could stand up.

you hurriedly pull down your skirt, revealing the orange lace panties you wore underneath — chris's eyes darkened with lust, immediately pulling you back onto his lap. "fuck, you had this all planned out, didn't you?"

"no, but i was hoping it worked," you giggled, biting down on his earlobe as his hand went down to rub across your slick.

"look at you, so wet f'me," chris breathed against your skin, rubbing his hand along your wetness teasingly, "take these off baby."

you quickly stood up and rid yourself of the panties, throwing them to the ongoing pile of clothes. chris pulled you back onto his lap, inserting one of his long, slender fingers into your hole, causing a lewd moan to escape your lips.

"f-fuck chris, feels so good," you moan, throwing your head back as his fingers work in and out of you.

"taking my fingers so well, sweetheart," chris rasps, leaving kisses along your neck as his fingers curl inside you.

"please, faster..." you whine out, his mouth leaving a deep purple spot on your neck as he pulls away with a pop.

he speeds his pace as he finger fucks you, loving the way you sound as he abuses your walls with his fingers — he added another, increasing the pleasure and you felt your orgasm approaching quickly.

"so close, chris," you moan, grinding onto his fingers, "m' gonna cum."

"cum on my fingers baby," chris grunts in your ear.

you quickly obliged, feeling your orgasm wash over you as a moan of chris's name escapes your lips and your juices coat his fingers, your legs shaking. you stand up as he licks his fingers clean, grinning up at you as he pulls his pants and boxers down revealing his throbbing cock — your eyes widened, now knowing that he was in fact huge as fuck.

"what's the matter baby?" he grins cockily, grabbing your waist again as you hover over him.

"you're s-so big, i don't-"

a loud moan escapes your lips as chris sinks you onto his cock, and you immediately feel him stretching your walls — tears feel your waterline from how big he is, your mouth fixed into a permanent 'o' shape as you adjust to his size.

"c'mon ma, i know you can take me," chris assures you, gripping your waist tightly as a groan leaves his mouth, "be a good girl, remember?"

you nodded, just as chris suddenly thrusts his hips up hitting your g spot which elicits a moan from you as you grip his legs while your head is thrown back — he grabs your chin as forces you to look at him.

"look at me while you ride me, ma," chris instructs you sternly.

your hands still gripping his legs, you begin bouncing up and down on his cock as it abuses your cervix repeatedly — the slapping of skin as well as chris's low moans and your high pitches ones vibrated throughout the tour bus, and you were pretty sure anyone close enough could hear what was happening.

"fuck this pussy feels so good," chris grunts, watching as your tits bounce in his face, his eyes staring into yours darkly, "who's pussy is this?"

"yours chris, all yours," you moan, throwing your head back as you continue bouncing, "m'close again..."

"hold it baby, i'm almost there," chris pants, his hips thrusting upward to meet your pace, "fuck..."

suddenly chris grabs your phone and holds it up, taking a live photo of you bouncing on his cock whilst he leaves another kiss to your neck.

with a few more thrusts, you feel chris's dick twitch inside you indicating how close he is — he finally releases inside you, painting your walls white. your second orgasm washes over you, as your legs shake whilst your juices release all over chris's cock.

chris helps you off of him, and you stand up immediately grabbing your clothes scattered around — chris lands a smack to your ass as you bend over to pick your shirt up. "chris!"

he just laughs as he pulls his pants up, then hands you your skirt as well. you smile up at him shyly as you slip it on — he rubs his thumb across your lip and plants another quick kiss to it as he holds your phone up again.

"sorry i couldn't take it earlier," he says, pulling your body against his.

"it's okay, taking it here feels more intimate anyway," you giggle.

you hold the side of chris's face as he snaps the camera once, then he places a kiss to your cheek as he snaps another one.

"can i use the bathroom real quick?" you ask him shyly, and he nods, showing you where it was.

once inside you hurriedly pee, letting out a sigh as you finish and wash your hands. you look in the mirror at yourself, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you look back at the girl who just got fucked by chris sturniolo.

walking back outside, you look to chris who has your phone in his hand, as he holds it out to you, which makes you smile and walk towards him, reaching for it.

he puts his hand on your waist as he holds your phone above your head, looking down at you with a smirk.

"boy, if you don't hand me my phone back!" you tell him, trying to reach for it which resulted in him holding it higher.

"few more kisses first, ma," chris grins, puckering his lips out making you giggle.

you press a kiss to his lips and pull away, but he quickly dips down to peck your lips a few more times. he hands you your phone back finally, and you smile as you begin walking towards the tour bus's exit.

"your posters!" chris says before you can leave, hurriedly handing them to you.

"thank you," you said, looking up at him, "i enjoyed tonight."

"anything for one of my girls," chris winks with a grin, planting one last kiss to your lips.

you exit the tour bus, looking around for any sign of life before you make your way around the building — you look around, your body trembling from the cold air before a honk of a horn grabs your attention and you gasp, jumping slightly.

"where the fuck were you, y/n?" alize's voice says worriedly, rolling down the window to the uber, "bitch i was looking for you!"

"shit girl, i'm so sorry," you apologize, climbing into the seat of the uber next to her, "i have so much to tell you."

"hoe, you better tell me where you disappeared to," alize whispers to you half angrily, the other curious.

before you could get a word out of your mouth, a buzz from your phone grabs your attention.

unknown

*one attachment*

y/n

chris ??? are those my panties ??? 😭

unknown

didn't fuck anybody else baby, yeah they're yours

need something to remember you by since today was our only la show

y/n

is this you telling me you wanna see me again?

unknown

i'll fly you out to another show if you're down

y/n

only if my girl can come too !

unknown

i'll get you both a plane ticket

y/n

i'll see you soon then😘

unknown

good

send me some pics to keep me company while you not here😏

"bitch what?!"

( lilly's section 💌 )

this didn't come out as good as i wanted it to, but i hope y'all liked this ! love u guys so much muah💌.

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[itsanerdlife]

Rumors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

The struggle of living in a small town, rumors run faster than the truth ever could.

“Nah, swear up and down, blue in the face, she was with Rogers last night.”

“Saw her car leaving Rogers’ drive around one this morning.”

“Your girl was with your best friend all night? Man, that ain’t right.”

Four years down the drain. The only woman he could ever love, caught with his best friend. World shattering news coming from around the small town they grew up in. Losing his best friend and the love of his life.

Packing up his truck he didn’t bother to say goodbye to anyone. Leaving behind his phone and no note of where he would be going.

Without waiting to hear the news.

Without confronting either of them.

Three years later

“Don’t forget to sign the card on the counter.” I call into the kitchen, at the two brothers making breakfast.

“On it!” Howie calls back.

“Sign my name too.” I hear Peter comment.

“We might be twins, but I’m not forging your signature asshole.” Howie retorts.

Shaking my head, I continue to grab up baby toys off the floor, tossing them into the toy bin on the edge of the rug.

“Ohhhhhh.” AJ coos at his uncles.

“Yeah, no cussing in front of the baby.” Peter scolds Howie. “Tell uncle Howie, he’s being bad.” Peter snickers.

“Naughty.” AJ agrees.

“Don’t teach him anything more damaging, I already have to explain the peeing outside thing to Miss. Ivy, he peed in her potted plants outside her shop.” I huff, coming into the kitchen with them.

Both my brothers cringe, AJ grins proudly.

Jet black hair cut short, dark blue eyes, chunky cheeks from baby fat still. He’s a smaller version of his father almost to the T. Aside from the darkness of his blue eyes.

The father that left town without a word. Without a second thought. Without knowing about him. Small town rumors and he split without even a goodbye.

Fuck Bucky.

He missed out.

I smile at my son. Who grins back.

“Momma, we, we, we go to Nana’s today?” He asks excitedly.

“We’re going to Papa’s shop and than you’ll go home with Nana tonight.” I nod, reminding him.

“Momma work tonight?” His head tips.

“Yeah, momma works tonight.” I sigh, shrugging. “But that means, I wake up in the morning and we’ll have a big family breakfast with your uncles and your nana and papa.” I remind him.

“I spend the night with Papa?” He lights up.

“Don’t you let him teach you no more bad habits. He’s still in trouble for teaching you to burp your ABC’s.” I give him a stern look.

“So gross.” Howie sighs.

“I puked on G.” AJ admits, his little shoulders coming up to his ears.

“We remember little man.” Peter chuckles.

AJ goes about eating his eggs and toast.

“No burping.” Howie points a finger at him. AJ sighs in disappointment. I snort into my coffee cups, rolling my eyes.

------

“How old is he now?” Gwen the other bartender grins at the photo on my phone.

“We’re turning three in two weeks.” I grin as I lock my phone and slip it into my back pocket.

“Feels like just last week Peter was running around with newborn photos and listing off his stats like he was the hottest rookie to come off the bench.” She laughs, grabbing three beers from the cooler.

“He still does that, let’s not pretend he didn’t want to throw a party cause AJ was successfully potty trained at sixteen months.” Shaking my head, I rinse the cocktail shaker out in the sink under the bar.

“I mean at least he’s not missing out on any love.” She gives me a soft smile.

Nodding slowly. Only a few people actually knew who AJ’s father was. Most people still decided to believe and fuel the rumor mill.

“Yup. Guess good enough is enough.” I nod, my tone slightly bitter. I can’t help it. I hate it, but I can’t help it.

AJ was missing out, because his father chose to believe the rumor mill of our small town instead of trusting me.

Friday nights I worked the night shift at the bar, to help pad out being a single mom and keeping my kid comfortable.

It’s a typical Friday in the bar.

A familiar laugh, slithers down my spine.

“Damn been a long time since we’ve seen your ugly mug.” Sam Wilson greets someone.

The laugh comes again. “Life was good without seeing your big ass forehead.”

My heart races, palms slick, my chest grows tight.

“Y/N?” Gwen is watching me. My whole body jumps, causing me to drop a beer bottle. It shatters, the noise gaining attention.

“Fuck.” I shuffle back.

My eyes connect with winter blue ones, watching me. Shocked to see me. A flicker of anger still there.

“Oh honey, are you okay?” My head snaps to the side. My mom, Pepper Stark stands in the opening to the back, with my son on her hip.

“Mom?” I blink at her.

“I know I normally call, but he had a full melt down about going to bed without a kiss from you.” She bounces AJ on her hip. He’s tucked against her.

“Oh I’m so sorry.” I turn hurrying to scoop him up.

“Always night, night kisses.” He mumbles, completely distraught.

“Yes, always. I know, I know.” I squeeze him to me, kissing him over and over on his cheeks and forehead. Finally, he starts to giggle as I sway with him.

“Better?” I ask him. He nods slowly, still snuggled into me.

“Who that momma?” He wonders, looking down at him, he’s peeked up, watching someone off to the side.

Looking over, I find what has my son’s attention, not what, but who.

Bucky.

Staring at us.

“Mom, take him.” I hurry handing back my son to my mother. “No more fussing, go to bed like a big boy for Nana.” I lean in kissing him. He huffs but nods.

“Night momma.” He pouts.

“Night baby.” I give a small wave as my mother hurries away with my son.

“Y/N?” He’s suddenly right at the bar. Sucking in a deep breathe. I shift to face the man that abandoned me and his son. His jet black hair a little shaggy, scruffy jaw line, and wide winter blue eyes.

“What do you want James?” I snap at him.

“Is that, that my son?” He points towards where my mother had been standing.

“No that’s my son.” I correct him.

“Y/N? Seriously.” He stares at me.

“Why don’t you go listen to the rumor mill to find out.” I sneer at him. I stalk away, leaving him standing there.

-------- Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @kmc1989 @babizza @coley0823 @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

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[toomanystoriessolittletime]

I wish I hated you

Summary: You never thought a family dinner would include the father of your children, but after you and Joel finally talk, things might slowly start to heal between the two of you.

Pairing: past Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.9k

Rating: T

Warnings: angst, crying, talk about past shitty behaviour, more sorry's, beginning of moving on, feelings and their denial, more feelings, it's complicated cause these fools deep down love each other, food, regrets

A/N: It's been a while, but Part four is finally here. I was struggling with this but I finally have the idea for how to end this. One more part and we're done. Hope you enjoy this (and if not, don't tell me lol)

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part four of invisible string

Life in Jackson quickly became your new normal, apart from the fact that he was here too. 

Leo and Ana were thriving, going to school every day. They learned to write and to read and to count and they were excited to tell you about every little thing they had learned in school every time you picked them up. 

You already had a big collection of pictures they painted in class all around the house too. 

You had been in Jackson for almost four months now. 

You brother, being the more open one of the two of you, already had made a lot of friends. He was a trusted part of the patrol group and went out at least twice per week.

He also was officially dating Lauren, the school teacher as of the week before. 

And you?

You were… okay.

After the first two weeks of living in Jackson you had started the working rotation to find out how you could provide something to the community and you had been happy to now be working at the kitchen every morning to prepare breakfast and lunch service at the community hall. 

Cooking had always been your happy place.

You hadn’t really made any friends. 

You were working with Carl, Andy and Lisa in the kitchen, and you were going to weekly dinners at Maria and Tommy’s place. 

You and Tommy had a long talk shortly after you arrived.

He had told you how sorry he was for everything that happened. He felt guilty for leaving out of the blue, without telling you, knowing how bad Joel had been back then. 

But you weren’t mad at him, and you told him that. 

It wasn’t his responsibility to stay back just because his brother did. Tommy had believed he would find something better when he left with the Fireflies. And even though it hadn’t worked out with them, his life still changed for the better. 

Leo and Ana were ecstatic to have a little cousin in Sammy. Of course you had to explain what cousin meant, which also meant that Tommy became Uncle Tommy. A title he took with pride. 

Life was good. 

As good as it could be with anyone doing their best to not mention the big elephant in the room. 

Joel.

You hadn’t seen him more for a couple of moments since the morning he came to pick up your brother. That did not mean you had not heard about him though. 

Your brother Calvin apparently had been paired with him out on patrol a couple of times and you were more than surprised when Calvin asked you how or if he should answer when Joel asked him questions about you and the twins. 

Apparently after the first couple of almost silent patrols out, Joel had to began to ask about you on the latest patrol. Something that surprised you, if you were honest. 

You really didn’t think Joel was thinking about you. Even though he told you he was still in love with you all those weeks ago. 

How was the man who said all those cruel words to you when you needed him most still in love with you?

And why hadn’t you been able to stop thinking about him ever since that first night you saw him again?

He had not only hurt you, he had broken you. Had blamed the whole pregnancy on you alone, as if he wasn’t the one who had fucked you and had came inside of you. 

You were always on the verge between angry, hurt and longing when it came to Joel and you had no fucking clue what to do about it. 

So, after taking some time to think about your brothers question over what to tell Joel when he asked about you, you took matters in your own hands and had made the decision to talk to the man in question yourself. 

You had asked Maria where you would be able to find him and she had told you that he was working on a house on the other side of town together with Tommy for the week. Apparently the girl, Ellie, wasn’t feeling too well and Joel did not want to be on patrol until she got better. 

So on a rainy day, after you got your kids to school, you found yourself walking towards the house Maria had told you. It was Tommy you saw first when you walked up the stairs, his eyes widening in surprise before he nodded his head up, silently telling you that Joel was upstairs. 

You were thankful that the house seemed to be empty apart from Joel who you could hear hammering upstairs. Taking a deep breath you pulled your soaked rain jacket off, hanging it on a doorhandles downstairs, before you walked up. 

He must have not heard you walk up the steps, his back turned towards you as he knelt on the floor, hammering some floor boards. You approached him quietly, leaning with your shoulder against the doorframe of the door he was working in. 

It gave you some time to look at him. 

Noticing the changes in his appearance in the last six years. 

It seemed to you that he aged quite a lot since the last time you saw him. There was a lot more grey in his hair than you remembered. 

When you looked at his hands you found him wearing his wedding ring. The one you had put on his fingers, the one that he hadn’t worn much when you were still together. 

You were more than surprised that he still had it. 

He stilled for a moment before his head turned towards you, as if he had sensed you standing there. Surprised he raised his eyebrows before he put the hammer down, pulling himself up to his feet with a groan, his joints popping. 

You continued to look at him, now noticing the deeper lines around his eyes. 

He seemed nervous as he looked at you. 

„Calving told me you have questions,“ you said after a while.

„I do,“ he said with a small nod. 

„Why?“ You asked. 

„So I know that you and the… that you are okay. That you don’t need anything,“ he said. 

„You did not care about me when you told me to get the fuck out of your life,“ you said before you could stop yourself. He visibly flinched, closing his eyes. 

„I should have never said that,“ he whispered, looking at the ground as he shook his head. 

„No, you shouldn’t,“ you agreed. 

For a while the only sound that could be heard was the rain outside. 

„I revisit that day every single day and I can’t understand why I said those things,“ he said all of the sudden, looking up at you. 

„I can not understand why I treated you like I did. And I am not talking just about that night. I am talking about the whole time. Every time I told you that you deserve better, I meant it. I wasn’t… I am not what you deserve. I am broken. Maybe that’s why I kept lashing out at you. To make you understand.“

„It’s because of Sarah,“ you said and you could hear him take a deep breath, his eyes closing. 

Only saying this name had him shouting at you in the past, but you weren’t afraid of his reaction now. 

„You push everything and everyone away because you feel like it was your fault that Sarah died. And so you push everyone and everything away that could potentially hurt you like Sarah’s death did without realising that it is you how is hurting you,“ you said. 

A tear slipped down his cheek. 

„They ask about you,“ you said and he furrowed his brows.

„They ask about their Dad. In the community before they did not have an actual school, but the kids got to hang out three times a week and every time friends of them were picked up by their father, they asked about where their Dad was,“ you sighed. 

„What did you tell them?“

„That their father was out and looking for a better world for us,“ you whispered, blinking your own tears away. You looked at him with a sad smile. 

„They look so much like you. They both have your eyes and your curly hair. And your stubbornness,“ you said the last part with a small smile. 

Joel chuckled. 

„I’m sorry for that,“ he said with a head shake. 

„Can’t wait for them to be teenagers. It’s gonna be a ride,“ you said. 

Joel sucked his bottom lip in before he spoke.

„If you need help then, or… anytime really… I have some experience with moody teenagers. Sarah was…,“ a small smile sneaked to his lips, „Sarah could easily bribed with food. My Tacos to be specific. And since Tommy found a Taco press and there’s a whole field of corn currently growing….“

„I’ll keep that in mind,“ you said softly. 

Tommy called for help from downstairs and you sucked your bottom lip in. 

Joel grabbed his toolbox.

„We have dinner at Tommy’s place every Thursday,“ you said as he turned towards you again. 

He nodded. 

„If you like, you and Ellie could join us tomorrow,“ you said, before your brain could talk you out of it. 

„Are you sure?“

You huffed a laugh. 

„Not really. If I’m honest I am terrified of getting hurt again, but I am also tired of running. There is still this part inside of me, that wants you. That is and probably always will be in love with you. But while I figure this part of my feelings out, you can get to know your kids, if you’d like,“ you said.

He nodded slowly. 

„I’d really like that.“

You had never been more thankful to have found a friend like Maria. 

After telling her that you had invited Joel over for Thursday night dinner, you had freaked out immediately. Maria knew everything. You had told her you whole history with Joel after she had shown up with a bottle of wine on your doorstep a couple of weeks after you had arrived and you had spilled your feelings after two glasses of wine. 

Knowing your whole history with Joel did not help Maria’s dislike of him in the least. She judged him for the things he had done to keep the people he loved safe. How he made Tommy participate. And even though you could have just let Maria rant about him and his ways, you found yourself defending him. 

Something Maria could not understand in the beginning. 

How you could defend a man who killed, tortured, robbed and hurt people without any consequences. A man who hurt you so baldy you fled across the country while being pregnant. 

And logically she was right. There was no sane reason why you should be defending him. 

Then again, falling for the man in the first place was probably not the most logic decision you made all those years back. 

You just did.

So here you were, a glass of wine in your left hand while you „helped“ Maria cook dinner. You could hear Leo and Ana in the living room as they played with Tommy. 

Usually your brother Calvin would be here too, but it was his girlfriend's birthday to day and they had plans.

„You ready to forgive him? Just like that?“ Maria asked. 

You shook your head. 

„This is not about that. He’s their father,“ you whispered the last sentence. 

„And no matter how much of an asshole he was to me, I don’t want to stand in the way of them having a relationship, if he wants to have one,“ you said.

„I think he wants the whole package,“ Maria said, stirring the soup she had made.

You raised one eyebrow. 

„Joel came over to help Tommy fix the roof last weekend, and he stayed for dinner and some drinks afterwards. I overhead them talk about you from upstairs,“ she said quietly. 

„He is pretty damn determinate to win you back. Said he never loved anyone as much as he does still love you and that he’ll spend the rest of his life worshipping you on his knees if you gave him another chance,“ Maria said. 

„He said that?“ You asked. She nodded. 

„They were already some beers deep into the conversation, but yeah. I had my doubts, I still have them. But I can’t deny that the man is in love with you. And he’s a great father to Ellie, even though it’s complicated between them at the moment.“

Before you could react there was a knock on the door and you felt yourself tense up. 

Maria gave you a warm smile. 

„Better get out there, before Tommy tells them who exactly Joel is,“ she said and your eyes widened before you walked towards the door. 

Joel had been nervous many many times in his life. 

But nothing seemed to compare to the moment he knocked on the door of his brothers house, knowing you and his two kids, the kids he never met before, were waiting behind it. 

He had spent almost twenty minutes trying to find an outfit for himself, like this was some kind of date. Which technically it was. It was a date to meet his children for the first time. And the first step to hopefully earning your trust and forgiveness. So when he saw his blue flannel, the only piece of clothing that had survived all the way from Boston, your favourite shirt on him, it felt like it was a sign. 

„So these kids really don’t know who you are?“ Ellie asked next to him. He was more than glad she had agreed to come with him tonight. Though Maria cooking her favourite dinner might have been the real reason she agreed. 

Things with Ellie were still tense. 

And that was another thing he was to blame for. 

He should have told her the truth from the beginning. Not that it would have made the whole situation about Ellie feeling like she lost her purpose better, but at least he wouldn’t have lied to her. 

Lying to protect the people he loved seemed to be a pattern in Joel’s life, that he needed to work on too. 

„They don’t. I don’t know if or when she will tell them. So please don’t mention it. I know you’re not my biggest fan at the moment, but those kids should not have to suffer because of it, okay?“ He asked. 

Ellie rolled her eyes with a sigh. 

„Won’t spill the beans, promise,“ she said.

The door opened and Tommy grinned at them. 

„Fancy seeing you here,“ he said, Sammy on his arm who already made grabby hands towards Joel. He found himself smiling at his little nephew before he reached over to take Sammy from Tommy. 

„Yeah, Yeah. I was promised food,“ Ellie grumbled, pushing past the men.

„Still a ray of sunshine, huh?“ Tommy teased, rubbing through Ellie’s hair and she slapped his hand away with a long groan.

Joel followed them inside, closing the door behind him, Sammy still on his arm. His hands were clammy as he heard Ellie introduce herself to Leo and Ana. Sammy looked up at Joel, putting one tiny hand on his cheek, making raspberry lips. Joel find himself smiling, the nervous flutter in his stomach dying down a little. 

„Hi,“ he heard your voice and he turned his head as you walked out of the kitchen towards him. You were wearing what looked like a oversized black sweater that went to the middle of your upper thighs and a leggings beneath it. You looked cozy and he wanted nothing more than to pull you in his arms and….

„Hey,“ he said, interrupting his train of thoughts.

„You want me to go in with you? Introduce you?“ You asked. He found himself nodding.

„I am gonna tell them that you are Joel’s brother. Nothing more right now, okay?“ You asked again and he nodded again. 

„Okay,“ you said before you turned away from him, but he reached for you before he even realised he was moving, catching you by surprise, as he carefully wrapped his hand around your wrist. He could hear you little gasp as you turned back to him, your eyes searching his. 

„You look beautiful,“ he whispered squeezing your wrist.

He watched as you took a deep breath, your eyes slipping close for just a moment before you opened them and gave him a small smile.

The combination of seeing Joel wear the shirt you had gifted him for Christmas in 2014 and seeing him hold Sammy in his arms was a little overwhelming. 

But that was nothing compared to your body reacting to his touch as he told you that you looked beautiful. You flushed so hard, you were sure you could melt snow if you stepped outside. 

It was various kinds of fascinating that he still had that effect on you. 

Taking a deep breath as you turned away from him you walked inside the living room where Ellie was already sitting between Ana and Leo who were explaining their rules of Monopoly to them. Tommy had found a lot of boardgames on patrol a while back and borrowed it for tonight. 

You did not think playing Monopoly was a perfect bonding experience (it was war really) but who were you to complain?

„You gonna play too Mommy?“ Ana asked as she saw you, giving you those big pleasing puppy eyes she had from her father. 

„After dinner. I promise. But we play the official rules and no cheating like the last time,“ you said with narrowed eyes and Leo giggled. 

„Hi Ellie,“ you smiled at her and she gave you a small wave before she looked back at the game.

You took a deep breath.

„Remember that I told you that there would be guests tonight? You already meet Ellie, and this is Joel. Tommy’s brother,“ you explained to them. 

They both said Hi to him and you looked behind you finding Joel’s watery eyes on them. 

„You gonna play with us after dinner too, Mr. Joel?“ Ana asked with hopeful eyes. The dimple that mirrored Joel’s showing on her cheek as she smiled.

Joel cleared his throat and you found yourself stepping closer to him, hesitantly taking his hand.

He looked at you and you gave him a small nod. 

„I’d love to.“

It was way past the twins bedtime when you finished the second round of Monopoly. Against your hesitations, no family war broke out and Maria declared herself the winner, much to the disappointment of Ellie. 

It only took you three hours to understand why Joel was so protective of the girl. She was funny, smart and took no shit from anyone. 

Ana and Leo had been sleeping on the couch for at least an hour when you were helping to clean up the table.

„Can we… do this again?“ Ellie asked hesitantly while Joel was helping his brother in the kitchen to dry the dishes. 

„We do this every Thursday. You are always welcome to join, Ellie,“ Maria said.

„Cool,“ she nodded and you smiled, before you looked towards the couch, wondering how you would get those two kids home. 

„You think Tommy could help me get Leo home?“ You asked Maria.

„Why? We live on the same street. Joel can help,“ Ellie said before Maria could answer. Maria chuckled.

„She’s right, you know?“ Maria said. 

„I always am,“ Ellie said as she walked towards the door, calling one loud bye into the house before she stepped outside. 

There was a part of you that did not want this evening to end. 

It really felt like you were a family. 

After dinner the kids had went right into their first round of Monopoly, Tommy and Joel joining them as you had helped Maria in the kitchen. 

All you thoughts about this evening being awkward disappeared as you had come back into the living room to find Leo sitting in Joel’s lap, both of them grinning and plotting against Tommy who had Ana on his lap. 

You knew that both of the kids were so much like Joel. But seeing Leo and Joel like that made you realise that he really was a Mini version of Joel.

It made you wonder how the last years could have been if things had went differently. 

But maybe he just wasn’t ready for it back then.

„Thank you for dinner, Maria,“ Joel said as he walked back into the living room. 

„Yes, Thank you for dinner Maria,“ Tommy grinned as he went over to her, kissing her softly. 

„Oh by the way Ellie volunteered you to carry Leo home,“ Maria said towards Joel who raised his eyebrows in surprise. 

„Is that so?“ He asked with a chuckle.

„You don’t have to though. I can go ask Calvin…“ you began but he shook his head, walking towards the couch and carefully picked up Leo who, as if sensing it, put his arms around his neck, continuing to sleep soundly. 

You gulped, giving both Tommy and Maria a nervous smile before you walked to the couch, picking Ana up. She snuggled against your neck. 

„Good night,“ Maria and Tommy whispered, following you down the hallway to their door. 

„Good night,“ you whispered back, taking a deep breath before you followed Joel. 

Ellie must have went home already, leaving the two of you alone on the short walk to your house. 

„I can’t believe I voluntarily gave all of this up because I was such a coward,“ Joel said quietly as you walked into your street. 

„They are pretty awesome huh?“ You asked and you could hear the smile in his voice as he answered:

„They are everything.“

Once you were at your house you guided him upstairs and into the twins room. He carefully put Leo into his bed before he walked out of the room as you undressed them and put them into their pyjamas. Giving both of them a forehead kiss you walked out of their room, closing the door behind you.

Joel was nowhere to be found so you walked back down, finding him sitting on the porch steps outside. It had started to rain again. 

When you approached him you could hear him sniffling, your heart breaking. 

„Why don’t you hate me?“ He asked as you sat down next to him. 

„I pushed you away. I pushed my wife away, the only woman I ever truly loved. I pushed you away because I was scared to loose you. How fucking stupid can a person be? Why am I like this? I lost everything and rightfully so and yet here you are, giving me a chance to meet the children who I wanted you to…“ he stopped himself. You could see him shaking as he cried, his head lowered, his face hidden behind his hands. 

Hesitantly you let your head fall on his shoulder, one of your hand coming to rest on his knee. 

„I wish I hated you,“ you whispered;

„But I just can’t stop loving you.“

[the-kr8tor]

hi, darling! I come to make my contribution for the fluffy fridays, so here's my proposal: Hobie has a crush with a girl who works in a clothing store and even though he is extremely cool, confident and has very good chemistry, he still doesn't know how to ask her out. There is a colleague of Reader who makes Hobie a little jealous when he hears invite her to the movies, however, it is Reader who decides to ask Hobie out at the end of her turn.

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Thank you for requesting! Muah 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Fluff.

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Hobie slides over to your station, hands casually in his pockets, looking like one of the models on the store's posters, if you didn't know any better, you'd think he crawled out of one of them. You beam up at him, day brightened by his mere presence. The rack full of punk worthy clothes, shakes slightly when Hobie leans over it, draping his arms laying flat over the metal, head resting over the back of his hands.

"Hello there, loyal customer, what can I do for you?" You use your 'retail voice' but your full grin makes your greeting genuine.

You both know he's not just a customer to you, ever since he accompanied a friend of his to look for an article of clothing, he's been coming over almost everyday with a different excuse each time.

"Need to find a gift for a mate of mine" or "lookin' for a specific pair of socks" or even a "just browsin'" and every time he would leave empty handed, well except for information about you. First time you both exchanged names, second it was your interests until you two are having casual banter like you've known each other for years. Your co-workers have pointed it out to you multiple times, telling you the chemistry between you and Hobie was overflowing with romantic tension.

One of these days the dam will break, the question is who will break it first?

"Just lookin'" Hobie smirks, knowing the tension between you is so thick you need a chainsaw to cut it.

"You can come up with something better than that" you mirror his teasing smile, hands absent-mindedly folding t-shirts.

"Right, let me start again" He stands up straight, dramatically clearing his throat. "Just lookin' for you. Better?"

You chuckle, "much" eyes sparkling, Hobie goes back to his previous position over the clothing rack, twin smiles over your lips, he watches you fold shirts like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

A co-worker and friend of yours has had enough of your longing stares and flirty comments. He takes matters into his own hands with the intention to finally get you two together, or at least get one of you to ask the other out on a date.

He saunters over, a blue eyed blondie with curls worthy of a modeling contract. He's handsome enough to make anyone jealous.

"Hi Jason, you need something?"

Hobie's eyes never leave your form, Jason puts on his best charm for his plan to work.

"Yeah, you" He gives you his best smile that could rival any magazine model out there. Hobie only spares him a glance.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "Manager need me?"

"Nope, I was gonna ask if you're free on Saturday. So are you free?" Your eyes widen, especially your relationship with him is completely platonic, not to mention he's in a serious relationship with his long time boyfriend. You have no idea what's gotten to him.

Hobie sucks in a breath, tucking his hands inside his pockets, "have to go, love." You move your neck lighting quick. "See you" He walks away, giving you a small smile on his way out.

"Hobie–" trying to reach him but it's too late, he's already outside of the store. You look at your friend questionably, pinching his arm. "What the hell was that?" You whisper yell.

"What?" Jason shrugs innocently, "you needed a push"

"Now he thinks I'm into you! I don't even know if he feels the same way"

"Babes, trust me he fancies you. Maybe he also needs the push" he points at the door using his chin. "Go get your man, I'll cover you"

"I hate you so much right now, I had a plan!" You're already speed walking towards the exit.

"No you don't! And you owe me big time!"

The bell rings as you leave the store, eyes adjusting to the light, you squint around, looking for his familiar form. You finally spot him on the other side of the street, but the pedestrian stop light has turned red, cars whizz past as Hobie walks further away.

"Fuck!" You bounce on the balls of your feet, the seconds tick past but not fast enough. You can barely see Hobie from where you're standing, biting your lip, you spot an opening.

You run as fast as you can, feet landing on the other side of the sidewalk, a car almost clipping you. Ignoring their angry honking, you continue to go after Hobie.

Exhaling, you finally reach him, skidding to a stop, almost bumping into him. Hobie turns around at the sudden presence. Blinking in surprise.

"Hobie! I almost died!"

"You alright?" Hobie takes you by the shoulders, his hold tender and caring. You beam up at him through the fog of adrenaline.

"Better than alright" you say breathlessly, fingers twitching to hold him too.

"What are you doin' here?" He peeks behind you, anticipating for your co-worker to come running after you. Hobie finds no one, more questions appear in his mind.

"Looking for you" grinning, you pull him towards you by his belt loop. He smiles at your bluntness. "Go out with me?" You blink in a sudden rush of shyness. "Only if you want to"

"Will blondie be there?" He doesn't miss the opportunity to tease you.

"Do you want him to come with?" You quip back with a laugh. Hobie snorts at your joke.

"He doesn't have to, bet he'll feel like a third wheel." He slides his hand up, cupping the back of your neck softly.

"You're right about that. Offer still stands for you though"

"As long as it's far from the shop."

"I've already got a place in mind" you smile wider.

"You beat me to it, y'know I was 'bout to ask you first" his thumb draws circles over your skin that feels like hearts to you.

"Yes or no, Hobie" you feign annoyance.

He rolls his eyes, grinning through it all. "Yes"

You kiss his cheek, nose bumping on his jaw. "Can't wait"

[chrimsss]

To Comfort a Magician

Pariring: Lyney x GN! Reader

Warnings: SPOILERS for the Archon Quest 4.0, Hurt/Comfort(? More comfort than anything), Panic Attacks (I believe), OOC Lyney (I can't write a character without they being OOC-), Reader is implied of having an Anemo Vision.

Synopsis: After the trial, it was hard keeping his playful persona. But, he didn't want to show it to anyone, he had to be strong, even not for his sister and siblings, for himself.

But, there was a person he couldn't hide it from, not even with his best acting.

Notes: After the Archon Quest and Lyney's Story Quest, I thought about this and I couldn't get it out my system :)) Might have a lot of grammar mistakes, and I apologize. This was also really rushed.

Breath in. Breath out.

These words were echoing in his mind as he slowly exited the Opera Epiclese, his twin walking right beside him. His smile ever present on his face as he just looks forward.

Breath. In. Breath. Out.

Lyney found himself in front of the Fountain of Lucine, the sound of water appearing louder, almost painful in his ears. Lynette walks a bit closer to him, standing right beside him as she also stares at the fountain.

"Do you think The Traveler is going to forgive us?" The voice of his twin caught his attention, making him look at her. Despite how emotionless she appeared physically, he could tell she was stressed as well. He put a hand over he shoulder, squeezing it gently, "Only time can tell." His answer was simply, but it hid his own stress.

Lynette nodded at the answer, returning her walk towards the stattion, but her brother stayed still in front of the Operar, his mind zooming in and out, just like his breathing

Breath. In. Breath. Out.

B r e a t h.

"I'll stay for a bit. There is some things I want to do before returning home." Lyney says, not giving his sister a space to talk as he quickly walked away from there, towards the Amphitheater. Lynette looked at him worriedly but just nodded, returning her walk to the station.

The magician found himself sitting on the seats at the amphitheater, watching as Coppelia and Coppelius glided gracefully through the performance area. But he couldn't focus on the two automatons dancing, he could only think a out how fast his heart was beating.

Putting both his hands over his ears, he curled on himself, the sensation of his trembling body, the sweat descending on his forehead, the loud thumping of his heart. Everything was Painful.

Breath In. Breath Out. Breath In. Breath Out. Breath In. Breath Out.

The magician kept repeating to himself as he felt his breath get more and more uneven. Small tears appearing on the corner of his eyes while he looked down at his feet.

A sudden gust of wind surprised him, but it was also comforting, as if the air was entering his lungs just as much as he needed. He took a deep breath in, letting shaky breath out as he closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing slowly.

As he finally started to calm down, he noticed a soft and silent humming right beside him. Someone was there with him. Frantic thoughts appeared on his mind, 'For how long was this person there?', 'Were they a friend or a foe?'. Slowly moving his head up, Lyney recognized the person sitting with him. Bright (E/C) staring at the two automatons, appreciating their dancing, the cyan vision on them swinging gently, moving alongside the wind they brought.

"(Y/N)..." He whispers, voice so gentle, the contrary of his normal cheerful voice. (Y/N) looked at him, a small smile appearing as they stare at his purple eyes. "Relax a bit more." They say gently, a hand resting on his own. "Just enjoy the show." Then, they turned to look at the two automatons once again, continuing their humming.

The couple continued sitting in silence, as Lyney managed to calm himself even slightly, but he still couldn't focus, he was still nervous about the person beside him. "Did you watch the Trial?" He asks, in midst of the silent night.

(Y/N) simply nodded in response, their eyes moving back at the magician. "Feeling more relaxed?" They asked, to which Lyney just nodded. Removing their hand from Lyney's, they watched the magician carefully.

"I'm Sorry." Lyney whispers, voice laced with regret. (Y/N) hummed a bit before asking, "And why is it that you are apologizing?"

"For not telling you, we are fatuus." The answer was direct, but Lyney couldn't help but feel scared.

(Y/N) simply looked ahead, their eyes going back to the two automatons as they kept silence for some minutes.

"Do you act as Fatuus?"

"Hum? I- No... I don't think so."

"So, you have nothing to apologize."

This made the magician calm down, but his purples eyes widened in surprise. Were they for real? They... Don't blame him?

He kept thinking to himself, in shock, not feeling someone removing his top hat until a hand reached his hair, caressing it gently.

"Your... 'status' as a Fatui is merely a name. You have no real connection with them, it was just an unfortunate timing. As well, everyone is entitled to their secrets..." They explained with a soft smile, caressing his ashy blond hair.

The Pyro-user kept quiet, processing the words before letting out a sigh and resting his head on (Y/N)'s shoulder. The relief making him cry again, knowing they didn’t see him as a bad person. Putting both his arms around their waist as he pulled them closer.

(Y/N) moved their hands around his shoulders, squeezing him a bit in the comforting hug while still petting his hair.

They kept like that, just enjoying each others company, comfort and warmth in the silent night of Fontaine.

[dessarious]

What Makes a Family? Pt27

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Marinette walked down the stairs to find Cass scowling at Bruce and signing rapidly. Selina was whispering with her Maman, who looked far too amused, so Cass had to be laying into him pretty hard. Damian was looking on in confusion, but the other boys were nodding along with whatever her twin was saying. She really needed to have Cass teach her to sign. Chloe appeared next to her.

"I'm actually learning new terms. You sister is extremely creative with swearing." Of course, that would be what impressed Chloe. Mari had to wonder how much of it was just not knowing common terms, so she made up her own.

"I don't want to mess up her relationship with him." Chloe scoffed.

"Given the way the others are reacting, this isn't the first, or worst, of his overstepping. I'm thinking this is a long overdue rant."

"You did what when I was with Babs?" Dick's indignant shout startled most of the room. "Yeah, I'm never bringing anyone home ever again. Not unless I've been married for two years." Mari sent Chloe a questioning glance.

"Trust me, you don't want to know." Yeah, if Chloe was saying that... she really didn't want to know.

"You've never known when to butt out, old man. The difference this time is that you don't have any right to butt in in the first place." Jason's tone was downright hostile.

"She's my daughter."

"A biological connection doesn't mean you own me. I'll be eighteen in three months anyway and I'm completely financially independent, so if you want any type of relationship with me, it's going to be on my terms, Mr. Wayne. Those terms will include not interfering in my relationships with others, romantic or otherwise, and not telling me how I'm allowed to live my life." He looked like he was going to argue, but Cass signed at him before standing beside Mari. He looked at the boys for help, but the only one not glaring at him was Damian.

"Marinette, you're young. You have no idea the danger-"

"Do not pretend you know anything about me or my life, let alone what I do and do not know. I assure you, I know what I'm doing, and Luka and Kagami are not a threat or a problem. If you can't accept that, then you can leave." She hadn't wanted to get to this point so soon, especially since it put Cass's ability to stay in question. Unfortunately, she also wasn't willing to set a precedent with him by letting him think he could act this way with her. She'd been around enough powerful people to know that if she didn't set boundaries now, she'd never be able to enforce them. Jagged was proof of that.

"Perhaps we should discuss this privately." No way was that happening. She could almost see the hero lecture waiting to burst out of him.

"After what you just tried to pull, and your apparent history of browbeating your kids into things, we're not about to let that happen." Tom's voice was harder than she'd ever heard it. "If you won't respect my daughter's boundaries, you'll be asked to leave." The emphasis he put on 'my daughter' caused Bruce to flinch. She would feel worse about it if not for the fact that all her siblings, besides Damian, seemed to approve of it.

"I think we should separate for the time being, and try this again later. Tempers are high, so we all need space to calm down." Sabine sounded cheerful enough, but there was a hard edge to her words that everyone caught. As much as Mari thought it was a good idea, they were in a bit of a time crunch.

"Given that they're only going to be here for a week, it might be best to get things settled. But, if Bruce isn't willing to compromise, there's not much point in continuing this discussion." She could hear how tired she sounded and given the concerned looks at her and glares at Bruce, everyone else could, too.

"By compromise you mean letting you decide everything." The sulkiness in Bruce's voice made her roll her eyes. Yes, this had to suck for him, but he couldn't honestly expect her to let him just take over her life.

"No, but there are going to be things that aren't negotiable. I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, and I'd appreciate the same courtesy. We know next to nothing about eachother, and until we do it's not really fair to have an opinion on each other's lives." He didn't seem to know what to do with that. She was sure that, for a man used to being in charge, it wasn't something he had experience with. "I want to get to know you, all of you, but I'm not going to change who I am or how I live my life to do it. If you can't accept that, you can leave."

Cass hugged her from behind, and Mari could feel her twin glaring at Bruce. As much as she had hoped it wouldn't be necessary, it was obvious who Cass would side with in this. Of the boys, Jason seemed firmly entrenched on her side, Dick and Tim were more of a neutral, and Damian just seemed confused, but he'd most likely side with Bruce for the time being. Hopefully, it wouldn't destroy her chance of getting to know him permanently. When it became obvious Bruce either couldn't or wouldn't back down, Selina went over to start whispering in his ear. Alfred had been scarily silent through everything, and Mari really wasn't certain what to make of it.

"You need my help." Selina rolled her eyes, and Alfred just shook his head. The man really needed to learn when to back down.

"I need Cass. That's it." He flinched, and even the boys were trading looks. Bruce was closing off. She could see it. "I need to show Cass her new school. Why don't you take the evening to think things over? We can try this again tomorrow when everyone is calmer." Bruce looked about ready to explode.

"That sounds like a good idea. Master Bruce, we should head back to the hotel." The glare Bruce sent Alfred didn't phase the man at all. The stern look he sent back had the boys looking like they were ready to wet themselves.

"Fine." Bruce signed something at Cass and she felt her twin stiffen up behind her. Chloe looked like she was about to start screaming at him, too.

"Miss Cassandra will be staying with Miss Marinette. Indefinately." Alfred's tone was frigid and just about everyone seemed to be cowering or eyeing the man like he was going to explode. Even Bruce hunched in on himself a tiny bit. "Now we really should be on our way."

Mari had a feeling Alfred was going to be having a long conversation with Bruce. She just hoped it had the desired outcome. The man obviously had control issues, and she couldn't afford to have him try to take over her life. She had a feeling she was already going to have a major issue with Batman trying to step on her toes once he actually went through an Akuma attack. She couldn't count on there not being one before he and the others went home. Not to mention, if she'd heard right, he could just use some tech the Justice League had to teleport back at any time. She'd have to ask Cass about that, too.

Selina practically pushed Bruce out the door, while the boys followed under Alfred's gaze. Before going joining the rest, Jason shoved a piece of paper in her hand with a wink. She had a feeling he was one brother she could count on not to run to Bruce with information.

Once they were all out of the door, Mari felt herself relax. She felt terrible that things had gone downhill so quickly, but there really wasn't another option at this point. She couldn't afford to show weakness. There was far too much at stake, both in her personal life and as a hero. Cass tightened her hold on Mari.

"He needs time. He'll calm down."

"Unfortunately, time isn't something we have right now. If this doesn't get better, I'm going to have to force him to leave Paris before Hawkmoth is back in fighting form." She didn't even want to think about how much that would piss him off. She had a feeling Batman's ego wouldn't take too well to being thrown out of a city by another hero. Alfred and Selina would take her side... at least she thought so.

"Alfred will make things right." She wasn't quite sure what Cass meant by that, but she hoped she was right. She opened the paper that Jason handed her and heard Cass giggle behind her.

If you need someone to help you hassle B, give me a shout. ~Jason

It had five phone numbers on it. If she didn't know his 'occupation', it would seem excessive. It did mean she had at least one of her brothers on her side when it came to Bruce though. Whether that was a good thing or not was yet to be determined.

"Why don't we head over to the school? There are a few clubs meeting, so I know the building is open. That way, you can get a feel for the layout before tomorrow." She knew it would stress Cass out if they didn't scope out the building. It was going to be bad enough being around so many new people.

"You don't want to eat first?" Given the looks her Maman was shooting at the door, she was more worried about them running into Bruce than the actual food, but it was a good idea anyway.

"Of course, Maman. We wouldn't want it to go to waste." Especially since she made enough to feed the whole city again. Maybe she should text Jason and see if he wanted to meet them at the school and they could bring him some. "Maybe we could take some to go as well. I wanted to show Cass the houseboat, and if it's late enough, we might stay there." It wasn't a lie, just not the whole truth.

"Probably a good idea. It'll give your father and I time to talk to Bruce should he decide to come looking for you." She really hoped he didn't. Her Maman might actually kill him. She would text Selina or Alfred to make sure he didn't come over, but she had a feeling that would have the opposite effect she was looking for. After they ate and while her Maman was boxing up food, her Papa motioned her out into the hallway.

"What's wrong?" She heard the panic in her own voice and her Papa winced.

"Nothing's wrong. I didn't mean to worry you. I just wanted to make sure you were handling everything alright. I know things have been tense, and you tend to overthink everything without letting anyone know." She leaned forward slightly, and that's all it took for him to envelop her in a hug. Her Papa gave the best hugs.

"What if he makes her go back?" She knew it was an irrational thought, but it wouldn't go away. Her Papa hugged her tighter.

"That's not going to happen. We won't let it, and more importantly, Cass won't let it. I truly don't believe there's a force strong enough to separate the two of you. And if there is, Plagg will get rid of it." Marinette started giggling and couldn't stop. It was a little disturbing that she found the image of Plagg getting rid or Bruce amusing, but she was willing to chalk it up to stress.

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[r0s3s26]

Match up for @cryingwhilereading your match is…Mirio Togata

<3 I think you and Mirio would be like the funniest couple ever

<3 Always bouncing off of each others energies and have the same joke going on for ever

<3 Water+Fire duo goes crazy (he’s a cancer)

<3 I don’t think he knows much about music and kinda would just listen to whatever is popular at the moment or on the radio

<3 When you introduce him to more artist he gets hooked

<3 I think he would like calming RnB/Hip-hop

<3 Like Igor and Blonde

<3 Long night drives listening to music>>>

<3 Will give you all the attention ever

<3 When he loses his quirk and is on leave from school he would have a lot more time for you and would spend all his recovery time with you, making up for all the time he has lost

<3 I don’t think he gets super jealous but when he does it's always like “Like Hello I don’t think we have met im Josi’s BOYFRIEND” or passive aggressive remarks with a big’ol smile on his face

<3 But I do think he is just generally protective of you

<3 Like at first its small things like opening car doors for you, moving so your on the inside of the side walk, etc

<3 THEENNNN it got to be more

<3 Like not letting you do things by yourself sometimes cause he is afraid of you getting hurt

<3 Cause after night eye died he was scared he was going to lose you too and you are the best thing in his life

<3 So you did have to ease him out of that and show him that you are strong and can also take care of yourself

<3 I saw that you have curly hair(twin) so obviously he has to do you hair

<3 Has the step by step down to a t

<3 Learns how to do certain braids and up-dos for dates

<3 Sometimes won’t even let you do his hair

Drabble:

You were waiting at the Zoo entrance for Mirio, looking at the time on your phone seeing how late he is, 10 minutes. He isn’t usually this late for dates so you start to get worried and send him a quick text

Jozi: Hey Mimi(funny nickname I thought of) I jus wnted to know ur eta to the zoo

Mimi<33: Hi sweetheart sorry for the hold up I had to get my surprise for you

Jozi: A surprise??

You turned your phone off again and started pondering what the surprise could be. You didn’t ask for anything recently? So you’re left curious what Mirios gift could actually be. About 5 minutes go by and you see Mirios' car pull up and park near the entrance you were standing at. As you look over there you see a flash white get out the backseat, then you see Mirio get out of the driver's side and lift this blob of white up into his arms. He is walking closer and you see that it's actually Eri! You look at Mirio confused for a second before he pulls you in with his free arm and kisses the top of your head “Hi my sweets” he says into your hair “I'm sorry for taking so long, Eri’s babysitter canceled on her so she is our plus one today” he looked down at her and smiled, and then looked back at you “If that’s ok with you?”. You looked at both of them and then started to smile softly at them “Yea, it's ok”. Mirio turns to Eri and motions her to you, “Hey Eri this is my girlfriend Jozi, she's super nice and so much fun to hang out with, and I think you two are going to be the bestest of friends” He said with smile that could save anyone just from looking at it. Eri looks at you and then with her other hand takes yours and starts to hold it “Do you like pandas?”.

(Authors Note: Im so sorry this out so late, my life has been uber busy right now:(! But I hope you enjoy it<3)

[buckysmischief]

old foes, new flames (no one knows me like you do)

druig x f!reader

wc: 11.4k

summary: You and Druig were childhood friends, never one without the other, but that all ended when he got a girlfriend and things changed. Eventually it was too much to be hear him and at the first opportunity you had, you left town. Years later, an invitation to Wanda's wedding brought you back and nothing was the same.

warnings: while this story doesn't have any outright explicit content there are mentions of drinking, smoking, and sexual innuendos. minors please do not interact. angsty, stubborn idiots, fluffy ending.

an: I went a little out of my comfort zone with this one, I really hope you enjoy it. feedback is much appreciated :)

m a s t e r l i s t

Going back to the place you grew up wasn't something you ever wanted to do again. But when Wanda, one of your childhood best friends called and asked you to be the maid of honor in her wedding. How could you say ‘no’?

It was a super last minute thing. She hasn't been with the guy very long at all. But when Pietro said he didn't have any concerns you decided against calling in a welfare check.

"So she didn't tell you who he is?" Yelena asked.

"No, She did. I just forgot his name and I'm too stubborn to ask." You laughed out, "All I remember is that she met him a few months ago at her college graduation party and that he's super hot."

You and Yelena were roommates freshman year and the rest was history. It was a rare occasion you were apart. So when Wanda said you could bring a plus one, well, Yelena was the obvious choice. It’s not like you were dating anyone and could bring them, not that you would want to bring anyone you were dating back to that place anyways. She wasn't excited about the four hour train ride but you were. Not having to drive and having the opportunity to move around, even just to stretch, was preferable.

“So,” She asked you, with an hour of the ride left, "do you think he's going to be there? I remember you said he was her friend growing up too."

"I didn't ask. She only told me that it's in a few days and that she already has my dress picked out." The neighborhood you grew up in didn't have a lot of kids your age, just you and three others. Wanda, her twin brother Pietro, and a quiet boy named Druig. You and him had a different connection than you did with the twins, for a long time you thought the two of you were inseparable. But as you got older he became more independent of the group, you tried to be happy for him and not take it personally but it was hard.

You even took it well when he announced he had a girlfriend. That was until she made a joke about you following Druig around like a lost puppy. Looking back on it it was naive of you to hope he’d defend you somehow, but it felt like a punch to the gut when he not only laughed but agreed with her.

After that the only time you spoke was when you were insulting each other. For a short while Wanda and Pietro felt like they had to pick a side but that was the last thing you wanted, Druig too. Thankfully there were only a few occasions where all of your paths crossed, but when they did you made sure to avoid him completely. There was no way you were going to be the reason things got too weird.

“Well if he is and he says anything out of line,” she cracked her knuckles, “I’ll handle it.”

You laughed under your breath, knowing how truthful her threat was, “Let’s just hope he’s forgotten I exist.”

The scenery started to get all too familiar and all your mind could focus on was the last time you were here. You left a few days after graduation with no thoughts of returning, if it was anyone else but Wanda asking you to come back the idea wouldn’t have even been entertained. 

Her and Pietro were the ones to drive you to the train station and it was obvious they were very against the whole thing, but thankfully they let you go without a fuss. Pietro had let it slip that he had invited Druig, in hopes of reconciliation or something, but you knew he wouldn’t. Not after what you had said to him the night before.

~~

“Who’s there?” You woke up to the sound of rocks being thrown at your bedroom window.

There wasn’t an answer but you heard the leaves from the tree being rustled. Whoever it was had definitely done this before.

“Wanda? Pietro? Please tell me it’s one of you just trying to scare me.”

“Afraid not.”

You’d recognize that voice anywhere. “What are you doing Druig? Shouldn’t you be climbing out of someone else’s window and not into mine?”

He had finally made his way up the tree and onto the branch that had grown perfectly level with the window. The last time he did that felt like a lifetime ago, there was no reason for him to be doing that now. You didn’t want him there. Unfortunately for you he was climbing in before the words “you need to leave” could finish coming out of your mouth.

Druig looked around, “Everything still looks the same.”

“Not everyone changes their whole personalities overnight.” 

He picked up a picture frame you had hanging on the wall. It was from your thirteenth birthday, in it you were with Wanda, Pietro and Druig at the top of a ferris wheel. You weren’t angry enough at him to rip him out of the photo though, but you were upset enough to put a sticky note over his face. “My mom still has this photo on the mantel, I’ve begged her for years to take it down.”

“How a saint like Ajak could raise a devil like you is something I’ll never understand.” Did he practically break into your bedroom just to be a dick? “Why are you here, Druig?”

“I heard from a little bird that you were flying the nest, never to return.” He put the photo back where he found it and walked over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. “I wanted to say goodbye.”

Out of habit, you followed him across the room and sat beside him. You told yourself it was so you didn’t have to talk as loud, not wanting your parents to wake up, but deep down you knew it was muscle memory. “Usually that obligation is to the people who actually like the person that’s leaving.”

You noticed his eyes were glossed over, and you were close enough to him that you could smell the beer on his breath. Did he really have the nerve to show up in your room after all that had happened, while intoxicated, to talk about you leaving?

“Yeah, well..” Druig was usually so quick witted, you couldn’t put your finger on it (nor did you care to) but something was off about him, “it just took me by surprise. I never thought any of us would leave this place.”

He didn’t say it in a rude way, but something about him saying it at all made part of your brain short circuit. “You don’t know me Druig, not anymore. You treat me like shit for three years and show up here in the middle of the night for what? To make a pointless comment about a photograph and act sad that I’m leaving? You’re the reason I’m leaving! I can’t stand to be in this zip code wondering if I’m going to run into you, who you’ll be with, and what taunts you and your friends will throw my way. 

“I have a long list of reasons why I want to leave and never come back, and since I’m too tired to tell you the rest of them just know that they all begin with you.” Somehow you had managed to get that all out without raising your voice or shedding a single tear and yet it didn’t make you feel better. You were so in your feelings that you missed the switch flip in Druig’s mind.

“I just came by to tell you that you’ll be back, you’re not special enough to leave this place for good. And when you do, I’ll be waiting to tell you ‘I told you so’.” His tone was cold and unforgiving, more than ever before.

He stood up and walked back to your window, but just before he climbed out he called your name. “Hey Yn..”

You snapped back, “What, Druig?”

“I’ll see you soon.”

~~

It was midafternoon when you arrived at your parents house and it was already too much. Your mom wanted to show you all of the renovations before your bags ever touched the ground. Your dad wanted to show you the new pattern he mowed into the lawn, like you didn’t see it walking up to the front door.

“Mom, dad, I love you both so much and I can’t wait to see everything but give us like an hour to put our bags down and I don’t know, breathe?” You pleaded, hoping your parents would take into consideration the eight hour train ride you and Yelena just endured. 

“Oh of course,” your dad agreed. 

The two of you took that as the perfect time to walk up the stairs to your old bedroom, you had almost got to the top when your mom called for you. “Yn, I forgot to tell you. There’s a surprise waiting for you in your room.”

“Okay?” You replied, and then whispered to Yelena, “I’m scared, either she threw everything away and it’s unrecognizable or it’s a new pillow or something.”

“ME first!” Yelena barged past you, throwing the door nearly off its hinges before letting out a sound somewhere between a cat being murdered and a burglar alarm. You watched in slow motion as she flung her bag towards the window where a human shaped object fell out of it.

“What the fuck was that!?” You shouted at her as you both ran to the open window. There was a man laying on the lawn sprawled on his side.

“Oh look,” Yelena nudged your elbow with hers, “your dad’s lawn looks great!”

“I knew I liked you!” You could hear your dad yell from the front porch. “Druig, son? Is that you? Why are you laying on the lawn? You’re going to mess up the pattern.”

“Druig?” You asked in a panic to no one in particular. “Oh my god, Yelena! You killed Druig!”

The look on her face was blank, like she was wondering if she should care. “No, it was self defense. He deserved it.”

“Murder is murder Yelena!”

“Honey, we don't have the right insurance to cover up a murder.” Your mom chimed in from the doorway.

“Nope,” you heard a groan, “Still alive. A little less high than I was five minutes ago, but alive.”

“What are you doing down there?” You yelled to him, grateful he was alive but suddenly pissed off that he was there to begin with.

“So you’re like this because of your parents, not in spite of them.” Yelena said, the puzzle pieces finally clicking into place.

You ignored her and ran down the stairs and out the front door. As much as you wanted to make sure he was okay, you also wanted him gone as soon as he could stand. There was no way you were giving your parents yet, apparently, another chance of letting him in the house.

He started to sit up as you made your way out of the front door, so you asked him again, “What are you doing here, Druig?”

He took another minute to get up and wipe himself free of a few leaves and branches he took down with him. You couldn’t help but notice how his hair was longer, something you always told him he could pull off. How dare he take your advice when you weren’t around to gloat about it? And were those… Did he get tattoos?

Yelena nudged you again to get your attention, dragging you away from thoughts you shouldn’t have been having, just in time for Druig to walk up to you both. “I wanted to be the first to welcome you home…to be the one to remind you that I told you so.” He smirked, “Look who’s back.”

“Leave.” You demanded. “Leave now and leave me alone. I’m here until Wanda says ‘I do’ and then I’m going back home where I don’t have to see you ever again.”

Durig’s eyes never left yours and the smirk had grown to a full on grin. “Oh this is perfect. She didn’t tell you?” Then he looked at Yelena and laughed, “She didn’t tell her!”

You crossed your arms in annoyance, “Who didn’t tell me what?” 

“Wanda. She didn’t tell you who she’s marrying?” You shook your head in confusion, waiting for him to say he was the groom even though you knew that wasn’t the case. “She’s getting married to my best friend, Bucky. So can you guess what that makes me?”

You tried your best to hold it in but a slew of “fucks” fell out of your mouth. You heard your mother shouting from inside that you could put a sailor to shame but you didn’t care. Of course Wanda was so vague with the details, she knew you’d politely decline the maid of honor (and maybe the invitation all together) position if you knew the truth. “The best man.”

“The BEST best man, actually. I beat Pietro in a race for it.”

“You’re mistaking me for someone who cares.” All the years of therapy didn’t do a damn thing. Well, you didn’t punch him so maybe it helped a little. “I’m going to call Wanda and talk to her about this. You’re welcome to walk in traffic, or don’t, I don’t really care. Just.. leave, please.”

You didn’t walk far, Druig didn’t show any sign of leaving and as much as you wanted her to, you couldn’t let Yelena hurt him again. Or threaten to hurt him again, because she would and the next time wouldn’t be an accident.

Wanda sent you to voicemail three times, so either she was super busy or she knew that you knew, so you texted her instead.

Yn: Hey! I’m back. When are we meeting up? I want to meet your future husband and hear all about how you met and how grossly in love you are! We can talk about all you need me to do, who is all in the wedding party. More specifically the best man. Do I know him?

She responded almost instantly.

Wanda: Oh good, I’m so glad you made it safe! I can swing by in an hour if that works for you?

Yn: That works. Are you going to avoid my questions then too?

Wanda: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Yn: When did Druig get tattoos?

Wanda: I’ll be there in 5

You put your phone back in your pocket and walked back down the walkway where Yelena was obviously running out of patience. There was a part of you that wanted to ask her to go inside so you could talk to him in private, he was always less of a dick head when others weren’t around, while the other part of you wasn’t in a hurry to be alone with him at all. “Wanda said she’s going to be here in five minutes, is there a reason you’re still here or do you get off on being somewhere you’re not wanted?”

He glanced back in your direction, his eyes locked with yours. “She might not want me here,” he pointed at Yelena and then to you, “but you do. You can tell yourself whatever lie you want, Yn, but you’ve never been able to lie to me.”

Before you got a chance to tell him where he could shove the finger he was pointing at you, Wanda had pulled into the driveway. She walked up to Yelena before ever meeting your eyes, she made sure she positioned herself perfectly when she gave Yelena a hug and asked her how the trip was, her back facing you.

“Yeah, yeah. You two missed each other, I love that for you both.” You were getting slightly impatient. Between waking up early, traveling, not getting a chance to relax, Druig and Wanda stalling, you felt like you were going to explode. “Can someone who isn’t Druig please fill in the gaps for me?”

Wanda turned to give you a look of sympathy, then spoke to Druig. “Bucky’s home, he’s waiting for you.”

“He’ll be fine,” he began to walk away, but turned to give you one last look, “I had a promise to fulfill.”

Thankfully Wanda had jumped right in and explained everything, from how she met Bucky to the Druig of it all. Apparently Druig introduced them and it was love at first sight, you ignored the voice in your head telling you that this was his plan all along. That he knew short of a funeral, the only way you’d come back was Wanda getting married. You would be giving him way too much credit if you actually entertained that thought.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda said, pulling you out of your thoughts, “you said once that he was tolerable now and I just kind of assumed it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Yeah, because I live in a different time zone, not because he’s a tolerable person!” You pouted. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m here for your big day not to make you feel bad. The wedding is in what, three days? I can handle being around him for three days, but only because it’s you.”

“I’m glad you feel that way because,” she hesitated for a moment and then braced for impact, “he’s going to be helping you set everything up in the backyard, Bucky put Druig’s name down to accept everything as it gets dropped off just in case you got delayed arriving.”

“That’s, that’s fair.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “So what can I do for you now that I’m here?”

Wanda smiled and hugged you, excited that you weren’t upset with her. Not like you ever could be. “I just need you to come over at some point tomorrow to try on the dress and I’ll give you the itinerary for Friday and Saturday then. Friday is pretty much just you and Druig setting everything up and then Saturday I basically just need you at my side.”

It could have been worse, all you really had to get through was Friday, and Yelena being there would give you a distraction. You would only have to be around him for a minimal amount of time the day of the wedding if you played your cards right. At least that’s what you thought.

“Yelena,” Wanda said in a hopeful tone, “you can help Yn on Friday if you want but if you don’t feel like being a human buffer, my brother is driving to the city to pick up a few cases of wine and I’m sure he would enjoy your company.”

She knew what she was doing. She knew Pietro and Yelena had some weird unspoken thing. You were on Facetime with Wanda one night and she was with her brother, Yelena had gotten home and popped in to say hi to Wanda and then gave her full focus to Pietro. You ended up giving her his number before they completely hijacked the call.

They texted all the time but never talked about meeting in person. To your knowledge she didn’t tell him she was coming to the wedding, and you suspected Wanda had kept it a secret too. Yelena was never the serious relationship type, but you had a feeling if anyone could change that it was Pietro.

She looked at you, silently asking if you’d mind. Of course you did, but you weren’t going to hold her (or anyone) back because of your personal issues with someone. “Go and hang out with Pietro, I’ll be fine.”

“You sure? Because,” she paused, “I texted him when we got here and we already have potential plans. I was waiting to see what your schedule looked like before we made anything official.”

“Tomorrow too?”

“He wanted to show me around but since you’re free most of the day I was just going to push that to Friday.”

You thought about it for a moment, going over your options. The selfish part of you wanted to see if you could just be the third wheel for the day, but since you didn’t really make plans outside of helping with the wedding you decided it wasn’t fair to do that. You got to see Yelena everyday, if she was comfortable going off gallivanting with Pietro then you weren’t going to get in the middle of it. Maybe they’d be the next ones to have a last minute wedding. “No, you go and have fun! It’ll probably take my mom half the day to show me all the changes to the house, I can entertain myself after that.”

“Well that sounds depressing.” Wanda chimed in.

You laughed and rolled your eyes at her, “Do you really think I have the attention span for that? No, I’m going to walk around and be nostalgic. See where I end up. Nothing super dramatic.”

“Oh good, we wouldn’t want that.” It was her turn to roll her eyes at you. “If you want, you’re more than welcome to run errands with me.”

“No offense, but I’d rather spend the day with Druig. I don’t even like running my own errands.” You all couldn’t help but laugh at that.

After that Wanda had gotten a call from Bucky, something about the cake. She excused herself, reminding you that her offer still stood, and you and Yelena went back in the house. 

~~

The next morning Yelena woke you up, letting you know that she was leaving. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

You sat up to check the time, 8:07, there was no point trying to go back to sleep. “Yeah I don’t care, I”m going to get ready and head out soon too. Text me if Pietro gets weird, I’ll call you and fake an emergency or something.”

She knew you meant it, and you knew you wouldn’t have to do it. 

Over the next hour you ate breakfast with your parents and indulged them when they asked if they could show you everything finally. Again. When the tour was over you quickly got ready and rushed out the door before they found a way to keep you inside all day.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to spend time with them, you did. It was just that you knew they wanted you to move back home and you didn’t want to give them the chance to bring it up. It was easy for them to let you go the first time, they were under the impression you’d come back when you decided you weren’t going for your bachelor’s degree. That was three years ago and their “subtlety” of convincing you to come back was getting more and more obvious.

But of course when you dodge one bullet another one comes flying, or however that saying goes. Druig was in your parents driveway. Scratch that, Druig and his motorcycle were in your parents driveway. “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you for 20 minutes.” 

“Did I wake up in a reality where I asked?” 

He swung one leg over the bike and put on his helmet, offering you an extra one. “I heard you don’t have any plans today.” 

Damn Wanda. She told him on purpose.

Your curiosity got the better of you, “And you made some for us?”

“No, but you can accompany me to mine.” Was a smirk permanently plastered on his face? It infuriated you to no end. Unfortunately, for no one but you, it also made him super attractive.

“Fuck you.”

“You weren’t on my to do list today but I can add you to it if you want.” Did he really just say that?

“Excus-” The sound of his bike roaring to life cut you off. You couldn’t make out what he said after that, but he extended his arm and offered you the helmet again.

Both of you were a bit surprised when you took it. You had never been on a motorcycle before so when Druig grabbed your hands and put them around his waist you flinched away from him. “Do you want to fall off?”

Obviously not. “Fine. But just know-”

“That what? Being this close to me drives you crazy?” He grabbed your hands and put him around his waist again, holding them a little tighter than he did before. “You’ll get over it.”

He revved his bike, probably so he didn’t have to hear yet another response to another one of his slick comments, and began to drive through the neighborhood. You had no idea where he was taking you and was slightly too afraid to open your eyes to guess. 

For the first time since you found out it was him who fell out of your window you started to wonder why you were entertaining Druig and his antics. Was it for Wanda’s sake? Could therapy be working more than you thought? Maybe the distance had allowed you to outgrow him enough for it to not hurt anymore. Two things you decided that you knew for sure was that time and distance made you forget the feelings you had for him, and having to hold onto him for dear life solidified that they were back.

After what felt like an eternity, you felt the bike turn right and slow down. Only when it was no longer moving and had gone silent did you feel safe enough to open your eyes.

“You don’t gotta stop holding me,” he put a hand on your thigh and gently squeezed it a couple of times, “but you gotta let go of me long enough for us both to get off.”

Feelings be damned, his cocky attitude brought you back to reality. You let go of him and got your feet on the ground as quickly as you could. “You wish. So, where are we?”

If you took a moment to look around before you asked, it would have been obvious. “When did they close it down?”

“Last year.” The movie theater was your favorite place to be growing up. Not just because of the movies you saw there, but because of the easily accessible roof that you and everyone your age would hang out on after your respectable movies were over. Before things got weird between you two, you and Druig were attached at the hip and the roof was your favorite spot to hang out. After things got weird, you stopped going as much and eventually not at all. You never knew if he continued to go or not. “But they never took down the ladder.”

He gestured for you to go first but you stood there frozen. “Why are we doing this? Why did you bring me here?” 

“Can we both just cut the act for a bit? I’m not used to it anymore.” His tone was laced with exhaustion. 

As much as you related to his words, old habits do die hard. “Then take me home, wouldn’t want you getting used to being around me.”

He pointed from you to the ladder again, “Climb the damn ladder, Yn.”

You complied, convincing yourself you were only doing so out of pure curiosity. 

When you got to the top you realized why Druig wanted you up there so badly. There was a huge blanket spread out with nice outdoor furniture set up around a cooler and a picnic basket. A lot of thought seemed to go into what was obviously a last minute thing, but you wondered why it was a thing at all. Why would he want to spend more time together than necessary?

“Take a seat,” he put his hand on the small of your back, encouraging you to once again take the lead, “it took Pietro way too long to get these up here.”

You took a seat on one of the chairs while Druig took the one across from you, but not before almost taking the one beside you. “You would make him do all the work.”

“That’s not what I said.” He began to take out food from the picnic basket, attentively placing what looked to be sandwiches, chips, and sweets out on the table. Your favorites. “You have a habit of taking everything I say the wrong way.”

“I do not.”

He grabbed two drinks out of the cooler, handing you one and keeping the other for himself. “Okay, not always. But to be fair he offered to do most of the heavy lifting, something about getting a workout in before meeting up with that scary friend of yours. And I made the food.”

“I can’t wait to tell Yelena you think she’s scary. “ You said before you took a bite of your sandwich. 

“Oh I’m sure she knows, someone doesn’t get to be that terrifying by accident.”

Conversation stayed light for the rest of the time you ate, from what you majored in to the auto repair shop he opened a few years ago. It felt nice to just talk to him again without any hostility, like it used to when things were normal. Being in a secluded environment was the key, you doubted it would be that easy at the wedding while being around so many people who were secretly waiting to see which one of you take things too far first.

Then Druig had to go and ruin it. “So can we talk about it now?”

“Talk about what?”

His eyes came close but they wouldn’t quite meet yours. “About how we went from being inseparable to me having to beg Wanda for updates on your life.”

If Druig was right about anything, it was you taking what he had to say the wrong way. “Are you fucking serious? You don’t remember?”

“What? No I meant-”

You stood up and walked towards the ladder, “I don’t care, I really don’t. I’m leaving. Unfortunately I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Stop.” He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you in closer by your hips. “I remember exactly what happened. I was about to apologize for it.”

The way the light hit his blue eyes had you hypnotized. “I'm listening.”

“If either of us was a lost puppy it was me. I didn’t realize it at first, not until I found out you were leaving. I showed up at the twins house to tell them my revelation, begging them to tell me what I could do to make things right.” His train of thought was all over the place but so was your concentration. His left hand was still on your hip while his right had traveled its way up to your cheek. “Wanda told me your plans, Pietro said I should show up and tell you everything. It felt selfish to tell you something so heavy after finding out how excited you were to leave, I always thought things would just somehow go back to normal in college or something..

“So I drank my feelings and showed up at your house. I said something that hurt your feelings, again, and you snapped and I said some fucked up shit. I went to tell you that I loved you and ended up doing the exact opposite.” 

If he said anything after that your brain didn’t register it. You only had water but it felt like you drank a whole bottle of wine. Before you knew it your hands were pulling his face closer to yours, closing the small amount of distance there was between you. 

His lips on yours felt foreign, yet welcoming. More than. 

The way one of his hands comfortably held your jaw while the other was tangled in your hair sent a fire through you that you had never felt before. When his tongue swiped over your lips you knew you were a goner, he swallowed the soft moan that escaped your lips. Druig had made you feel a lot of things over the years but in that moment he made you feel at home.

“Stop,” you put your hand on his chest and pushed away, forcing space between you. “This can’t happen.”

You didn’t stay to hear him out, but that didn’t stop him from following you down the ladder and begging to understand what just happened.

“Yn, talk to me! What the fuck happened up there?” You both walked past his bike and down the sidewalk. There wasn’t anywhere you were walking to exactly, you just wanted to get as far away from the moment as you could. “Did I do something you didn’t want me to?”

There was something in his voice that made you stop. “No, really no. But this,” you gestured between the two of you, “can’t happen. I’m only here for two more days and-”

“Then stay.” 

“It’s not that simple, Druig.”

“Why not?” He pleaded with you, asking a question you didn’t even know the answer to.

“Look, I promise to act normal tomorrow and for the wedding, I won’t tell anyone, Wanda will have the wedding she deserves and me and Yelena will go back home and you’ll never hear from me again!”

He scoffed and you swore you could feel him roll his eyes, “Can you stop being so dramatic?”

You ignored him the rest of the way back to your parents house. Eventually he stopped trying to get your attention, the only indication of his being behind you was the sound of gravel crunching beneath his boots.

Instead of paying him any mind you brainstormed of non life threatening illnesses you could quickly expose yourself to so you had a perfectly reasonable excuse to be a horrible friend to Wanda and miss her and Bucky’s wedding. The answer was none.

After what felt like hours and many blisters later, you and Druig eventually made it back to your childhood home. Much to your surprise though, a familiar car was in the driveway. “Pietro?”

Before you got halfway up the driveway a blur of silver hair came out of nowhere and picked you up into a tight bear hug, almost tackling you to the ground. “Yn, I’ve missed you so much! How did your date with Druig go? I didn’t think I’d get to see you until later.”

“My what?” You pulled yourself out of his grasp. “Is that what he told you it was?”

“No?” He admitted, obviously confused. “I just figured you both decided to stop being stubborn and were ready to admit your feelings for eachother.”

“I did.” Druig said proudly, “I think it’s physically impossible for her to stop being stubborn though, probably would combust or something.”

“That sounds more thrilling than being here right now.”

“Told you.”

Before you could get another smart ass word in, Yelena had finally come outside. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” you lied, “I was too afraid to get back on Druig’s bike so we walked back. He was just saying goodbye.” You walked into the house and went straight to your room, ignoring the worried questions of your parents. You got to your window in time to see the guys back out of your driveway, probably on their way to Druig’s bike.

You were worried Yelena would have a hundred questions about what had happened, but that was silly. She knew how to work through your issues when you couldn’t. When Yelena found you in your room she came with the only thing that could stand a chance at putting you in a better mood (no matter the season), hot chocolate.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she reminded you, handing you one of the mugs she held, “but Pietro filled me in on some things that have happened since you left. He said he’ll come back later if you want.”

“Yes,” you grumbled, “but not if he wants to talk about him.”

“I’ll let him know.”

While you waited for Pietro, and dinner, you listened to Yelena as she told you about her day. As she spoke about all that Pietro had shown her, you noticed how much she really liked him. You had never heard someone talk so highly of Pietro. Hell, you have never heard Yelena talk highly of anyone, ever. She didn’t outright say it, and you didn’t dare bring it up, but you could tell it was going to be really hard for her to leave. 

As much as you hated to admit it, so obviously you planned to take it to the grave, you were going to too.

It was that one thought that you let slip through the cracks that caused a mental avalanche. Flashes of you afternoon with Druig, all of the hurtful things he said and did when you were younger, him following you home, remembering you still have two more days with him, thoughts of what things could be like if you stayed…

Yelena never noticed how zoned out you got, but Pietro did.

He stood in the doorway, taking both of you off guard. “You’ve both been so lost in your own worlds, neither of you noticed me standing here for five minutes.”

“You’re an adult,” you stood up to take the boxes of pizza out of his hands, “you could have said something.”

“I figured one of you would have noticed the smell of pizza.”

Yelena opened the first box and looked disgusted, “Because this isn’t pizza. It’s buffalo chicken on pizza dough.”

“Ah but you said pizza dough, so you admit by default it's a pizza.” He replied to her in the flirtiest manner you had ever seen. He was absolutely smitten with her as well.

“You better have gotten something we like too.” You added for no other reason than to remind them you were still there.

The rest of the night flew by too quickly. After dinner the three of you went to the backyard, it was too nice not to enjoy it. The apartment you shared with Yelena didn’t have a yard of any kind, but at least it had a decent sized patio balcony. But even then your neighbors got really weird if you and, or Yelena were out there too late. Not weird like leaving passive aggressive notes on your front door or anything, you almost wished they did, but instead they would lean over the wall that separated you and would insert themselves in the middle of whatever you were doing.

That wasn’t something you weren’t used to though. Even though the distance between your childhood home and the neighbors was pretty spacious, that didn’t stop your friends from just showing up in your backyard. It didn’t matter if you were home or not, it never bothered you. 

It only bothered you when it stopped.

“I miss this place.” You whispered. You didn’t even realize you said it outloud until Pietro asked you to repeat yourself.

“I said there’s too much space.”

“That’s not what you said.” He accused, the gears clearly turning in his head. “What would it take to get you back here?”

You didn’t quite know what the right answer was, so you just said the only thing you knew for sure. “If Yelena isn’t a stone’s throw away from me then I might die. Do you want me to die, Pietro?”

“If that’s the case,” Yelena quickly added, “our lease is up soon. I wouldn’t mind moving here with you, I like it here.”

“You like a guy here, that’s not the same thing.”

“Don’t pretend that that’s not the same reason why you do and don’t want to move back.”

“Yele-”

“No,” she cut you off, “someone had to say it to you. Pietro said you liked him and I didn’t believe him until yesterday and again today. The way you talked about him I truly believed you hated him, but the way you look at him.. The way he looks at you! The way you talk to each other, even. Your parents even see it! He took you on a date, he quite literally told you he loves you! What’s holding you back?”

“It just feels like another set up!” You blurted out. “I feel like the second I admit how I feel, Druig and his friends are going to all come out of nowhere like we’re on an episode of Punk’d or something.”

“You couldn’t,” Pietro laughed out so hard he had to fight to catch his breath, “ahh, you’re hilarious.”

That didn’t do anything but annoy you. “Can you stop laughing at me and find your words?”

“I’m sorry,” he took a deep breath and wiped the tears from his eyes, “it’s just that you couldn’t be more wrong. Druig hasn’t hung out with that crown since we graduated, he only hangs out with me, Wanda, Bucky, and the guys at the shop. And your parents sometimes.”

“My parents?” They never mentioned him.

“We all do, we basically grew up in your backyard. They’ve always been like second parents to us. One more thing,” he moved from his seat to sit directly in front of you, “if he ever sets you up to look or feel stupid again, I’ll knock his teeth out.”

“Only if you beat me to it.” Yelena stood up, ready to defend your honor then and there.

Pietro stood again from his seat, sizing her up. “Is that a challenge?”

“Ew stop flirting in front of me,” you stood up too and told them you’d be leaving, “I got to go to Wanda’s to try on my dress. I’ll think about what you said on the way there, you two have fun and if I don’t see either of you before your mini road trip, please be safe!”

When you got to Wanda’s house it was slightly after 9pm and thankfully it was just her and Bucky. He seemed really nice, you understood almost immediately how Wanda had fallen in love so quickly. There was something about the way they were just so genuine with each other, you had never seen Wanda so happy with someone. You were so distracted by them that you almost forgot why you were there, the dress.

It was a floor length lavender dress with a short flutter sleeve, thankfully it wasn’t anything crazy. Somehow Wanda did indeed get the perfect fit. You hung it back in her closet for Saturday and went back into the living room so spend more time with the happy couple.

Throughout the night Bucky kept mentioning how he wished there was more time to get to know you better and how Wanda was so excited you were there. Neither one of them mentioned Druig. There was no way they didn’t know what happened earlier, and you’d be surprised if Pietro didn’t call Wanda the moment you left. Whatever they wanted to talk about, they weren’t going to initiate it. At least, not out right.

“You’ve never been so quiet.” Wanda stated. “Do you want to talk about something?”

“I can step out if you need some privacy.” Bucky added.

“No,” you told the both of them, “when I’m done processing I’ll let you know.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

~~

When you got to Wanda’s the next day neither her or Bucky were there like you hoped they’d be. It was just going to be you and Druig, who was already in the backyard, and you desperately wished Yelena would have taken pity on you and not go with Pietro. But you swore to her at least ten times the night before that she was fine and you could handle it.

You were wrong.

The tension could have been cut with a knife. You both tried to stay away from each other if you could, but when you couldn’t things were tense. It was obvious that he wanted to say something, he only spoke to you when it was necessary though.

After he would put a table in its designated spot you would go behind him and place the chairs. Since it was a small backyard wedding, the couple decided against the traditional seating for the ceremony and just have everyone sit at their designated table instead. Their backyard was big enough so no matter what it wouldn’t be too crowded.

When he was done you expected him to start the next project, but when you went to grab more chairs he was already bringing more your way. “You don’t have to help me.”

“But I want to.” You wanted to tell him that he can’t always get what he wants but you opted to just let him do what he wanted. 

When that was done two men started to bring back the pieces to the arch and put it together. The flowers were going to be delivered the next morning, so once you knew it was correctly assembled you snuck inside for a moment to yourself before the next project. 

All of the silence gave you time to actually think and process all that had come to light, and the longer you thought about it and really thought about what Pietro had said you knew you had to make a decision. 

There was no real point in going back home other than to get your things, the lease would be up in just over a month. You and Yelena were going to renew it when you got back but you had no obligation to do that. There was no doubt that your parents would let the both of you stay with them until you found a house close by. That was if Yelena didn’t move in with Pietro, which you would absolutely love and support. 

You and Yelena had talked about it some when you got back the night before, she told you that she didn’t expect to want to stay but she did. Admitting that you felt the same way was like admitting defeat at the end of the night you both agreed to think about it and talk about it again after the wedding.

If someone were to have told you the week before that you’d be back in your hometown, hanging out with Druig, thinking about moving back - you would have suggested they seek professional help. You never would have guessed that you’d be standing in the middle of Wanda and her future husband’s kitchen thinking about what to do about the Druig of it all.

“Hey,” he walked into the kitchen as if your thoughts of him summoned him there, “we just have to hang the lights around the trees and the arch. Did you want to take a break and order lunch?”

“Yeah that’s fine, get me whatever you’re getting. I’ve got cash.”

“Pizza good? And don’t worry about it, it’s a ‘thank you’ from the happy couple for all our hard work.” He pulled out his phone and put in the order. The two of you weren’t standing too close, but it felt like he was the center of gravity and was trying to pull you in. When he was done and walked out of the kitchen to the living room you followed, your younger self would have been disgusted.

Everything became too much at once, so many decisions were unofficially made at once and the only one you didn’t have a solution to was less than five feet away from you. Even though you knew how he felt and what he wanted, you didn’t know how to say out loud that you felt the same. It wasn’t even something you admitted out loud to your therapist.

“I’ve decided I’m moving back.” You tried to stop yourself, you really did, but the awkward silence was getting out of hand.

He looked at you like you had three heads, “What? When?”

You knew what he really wanted to ask. “Probably in a month. I haven’t told anyone yet, I just decided about 15 minutes ago honestly.” 

“Is Yelena moving too? Aren’t you two a packaged deal?” He leaned back in his seat, probably didn’t want to seem too eager or show how excited he was about your decision.

“Yes, well, kind of. She wants to move here too but I think her plans include Pietro more than they do me, which I’m totally fine with.” And you were, you wouldn’t have ever entertained the thought of moving anywhere if your best friend wasn’t going with you. Her having someone that makes her happy was more than worth it.

He smirked at your answer. “So Wanda and Bucky are getting married, Yelena and Pietro are going to be in a honeymoon phase of their own.. Where does that leave us?”

You knew he was going to bring it up eventually, you just hoped he would have waited until you unpacked your belongings first. “Why would there be an ‘us’?”

“We could be friends, we could be more, or we can just go back to ignoring each other. I just want to know so I can respect your boundaries.” He almost sounded sad, it surprised you how much it made your heart ache. 

That made you want to talk out everything then and there, but fate had other plans. The doorbell rang and Druig stood up to go get the food. After he got back and you were done eating you had no idea how to bring up the subject again. You convinced yourself that it was fine, that talking it over with Wanda and Yelena first would help you sort your thoughts.

The rest of the decorating went pretty quickly, some of the things had to be done the next day so you volunteered to get up early and do those since you’d be spending the night at Wanda’s anyway.

Since the guest list was so small, Wanda and Bucky decided to pick one friend each to be their maid of honor and best man. Neither of them wanted to do anything crazy for their bachelor/ bachelorette parties either. Bucky and Druig were going to spend the night at Pietro’s doing whatever Bucky decided he wanted to do, and you and Yelena were staying with Wanda to have a spa/ movie night. 

It was there, while the three of you were applying your mud masks, that you told them your decision. “So unless Druig opened his mouth and told you before I got to, I’m-”

“Finally dating Druig?!” Wanda interrupted, a little too excited.

“Ugh you too?” You threw yourself backwards on her living room floor. “No, I wanted to be the first to tell you and Yelena and I are moving back here next month.”

“WHAT?” She jumped from her stop on the couch and onto you. “This is the best wedding present ever! I can’t believe you’re coming back.”

“You’re crushing me, get off.” You laughed half seriously. 

She got off of you and went to hug Yelena, “I’m so excited for us to spend more time together.”

“Me too.” Yelena smiled. You once worried about the possibility of them not getting along, so you were overjoyed that they had a bond separate from you.

The later it got and the more wine you drank, you felt more comfortable talking about the subject everyone (even your parents) wanted you to talk about: Druig.

“Are you going to date him?”

“Are you going to take it slow?”

“Is he a good kisser?”

“Does this mean we can do couples vacations now?”

“I bet you two are going to be the couple that is just obsessed with each other, but in a cute way.”

“Can you two let me decide my feelings first before you plan my wedding?” You didn’t even blame them for their questions and comments, there was a part of you that wanted to fully let loose and talk about how you’ve had a crush on him for as long as you could remember, but there was also a part of you that didn’t want to celebrate too soon.

“Decide??” Wanda emphasized dramatically, “Are you going to look at me in my face and pretend you’re not in love with him?”

Yelena was right behind her. “And he’s even told me he’s in love with you, too. So why aren’t you two together yet?”

“Because…”

“OH! I have an idea!” Wanda yelled and ran to her bedroom. When she came back she had your phone in her hand with Druig’s contact information open. “Call him and tell him how you feel.”

“No, this night is supposed to be about you. You call Bucky and gush to him about how much you love him.” She rolled her eyes at your comment and looked for Yelena to back her up.

To your surprise she actually backed you up. Well, technically. “No, Pietro sent a voice memo earlier and they’re all very drunk. A text might work though.” 

“Or, and really hear me when I say this,” you suggested after finishing off another bottle, “I could just wait until after the wedding. That way you and Bucky can have your day and I can procrastinate this a little longer.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ve just been waiting for this since high school, seeing two of my best friends happy. Not pretending they hate each other anymore. I’m just so happy for you.” Wanda was drunk but you knew she meant every word she said.

For years she was in the middle of you and his hostility, even though you did everything you could so that she didn’t have to. You never badmouthed him to her, or even Pietro, but you knew they weren’t unaware it was happening. They knew it was something they couldn’t fix, but at the end of the day you were their friend and seeing you hurt, hurt them. 

“No Wands, I’m happy for you.” With that, the three of you called it a night. The morning would be there before you knew it.

~~

You woke up before anyone else and decided it was your job as maid of honor to make sure Wanda was taken care of until it was officially Bucky’s duty. There was no way you would be able to do that without caffeine so you pulled out your phone and ordered coffee and breakfast for the three of you before the flowers were scheduled to be delivered. 

Yelena was the next to wake up. The two of you sat on the porch and talked about your plans for the move before Wanda woke up.

“So were you thinking about moving in with Pietro?” You got straight to the point, just like she had with you.

She looked at you in disbelief. “We just made things official, I need at least a year to get used to being so close to him before I think about that. You know how I am. Besides, I’m not ready for us to not be roommates yet. That’s too much change at once.”

You jokingly threw your head back and laughed, “Oh thank god, I feel the same way! About wanting to still be roommates and too much change. I feel like I’m going to make a mistake somehow.”

“Me too. But this feels like a step in a positive direction.” She put her hand in yours. “We’ve outgrown our apartment.”

“Yes, so naturally the next move is my parents house. I love that for us.” You said sarcastically.

That snapped her back to reality. “We’re looking for a place the minute we get on the train. I love your parents but I can’t be a recluse there, I need that time to myself or I’ll go insane.”

“Oh you don’t have to tell me twice, I fell asleep looking at places last night.”

The front door opened and a sleepy Wanda walked out, “Did anyone make coffee?”

“No,” you laughed at how well you knew her, “but in one minute a delivery driver will be here with some.”

She sat on the other side of you and rested her head on your shoulder, “You’re the best.”

Just like you predicted, a car had pulled up and a delivery boy stepped out with your breakfast. You nudged Wanda’s head with the shoulder she was leaning on so you could get up, “I know.”

From there the morning got unexpectedly chaotic. The flowers got delivered thirty minutes late and the person who was supposed to help you arrange them had apparently called out, so you spent longer than planned getting them all in their proper arrangements on each table and around the arch.

Time wise everything seemed to work itself out in the end. Wanda and Yelena were showered by the time you were done, but only just, meaning you would have been waiting for your turn anyways. To your surprise there was just enough hot water left for you to get through the shower, it only got cold at the very end.

When you stepped out of the bathroom you were faced with a new set of problems. Wanda’s blow dryer broke when she was almost done, leaving you and Yelena with wet hair and the risk of frizz.

“Let me make a call, y’all just start on make up.” You excused yourself and called the first person you thought of. “Druig?”

“Good afternoon, sunshine. I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”

You got so distracted with his flirting you almost forgot why you called. “I need a favor, are you busy?”

“I could never be too busy for you.”

You knew he could tell you were smiling by the sound of your voice. “Can you go over to my house and get my hair dryer? Wanda’s broke?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

You thanked him and walked back to the guest bedroom to find more appropriate clothes. The last thing you needed was for him to see you in a towel, he would have found a way to bring it up the rest of the day.

When you went to check on Wanda and Yelena things finally seemed to be going smoothly. Yelena had never worn much makeup so she finished up pretty quickly. Wanda’s makeup style always depended on the occasion, and for her wedding she went for more of a non-makeup look. Her foundation was light and dewy while her eyes had a natural look to them. You had just got done helping her apply a set of very subtle eyelashes when you heard a knock at the door. “Be right back, y’all figure out what you’re doing with your hair.”

The walk to Wanda’s front door felt like it took ages to get to and once you got there you had to work up the courage to open it, but eventually you found it. “Hey, thank you again. I owe you one.”

“It’s no big deal.” He handed you the blow dryer and you ran it to the girls before joining him back on the porch. “Shouldn’t you be joining them?”

“They can wait.” You purposely stood a little too close to him, but not close enough for his gravity to pull you in again. Not fully at least. “I need to tell you something.”

It took all of his restraint not to close the gap between you. “You can tell me anything.”

“I’m sorry about the other day, I was feeling a lot of things at once and I reacted badly.”

That wasn’t what he was expecting you to say but he appreciated it all the same. “No, that was my bad, I threw too much at you at once.”

“No, it was beautiful, really.” You reassured him, “I’ve got to go, but meet me here after the ceremony, okay? There’s something else we need to talk about.”

He agreed, but before he left you both took a half step forward. You leaned your head in quicker than he did and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled his signature half smile and walked back to his bike, “That just told me all I needed to know, darling. I’ll see you soon.”

You smiled and went back inside before Wanda and Yelena got curious, the last thing you needed was to get thrown off schedule right as you had caught up.

When you walked back in, Wanda was curling her hair while Yelena was almost done blow drying hers. They were so caught up in the excitement that they never questioned who had dropped the blow dryer off and why you took a few minutes to come back in, not that you had a problem with that at all.

You had just finished your hair and make up when the caterers arrived, thankfully all you had to do was unlock the door. There was still an hour before the ceremony was scheduled to begin and even though Wanda’s dress wasn’t anything super extravagant, it had probably about one hundred buttons in the back and it took you a little longer than you anticipated. Yelena had taken pity on you and helped you out, giving you just enough time to get dressed before guests and the guys arrived.

“Alright, Pietro texted they should be here in two minutes. I’m going to make sure Bucky stays out back. You,” you pointed to Wanda, “stay away from the kitchen windows, I won’t have him sneaking a peek.”

“Aye, aye captain.” Her smile was so wide, she was barely able to contain her excitement. 

Everything after that was a blur.

The guys ended up arriving before the guests. You supervised Druig and Bucky while they showed everyone to their seats and Pietro joined Yelena in making sure Wanda didn’t get impatient. At least that’s the reason he gave, you were sure he selfishly (yet understandably) wanted to be close to Yelena. Druig tried doing the same with you a few times but you kept finding opportunities to slip away before he got too close, not for any reason other than to watch him get worked up.

When it was time for Wanda to walk down the aisle everyone was in their designated seats, leaving you, Druig, Bucky and his other best friend Steve at the altar. You didn’t get a chance to talk to Steve much but according to Bucky they were basically brothers and he couldn’t imagine anyone else officiating his and Wanda’s wedding. 

The vows were short and sweet but they still managed to leave everyone in tears, they had nothing but love and fondness for each other and everyone felt it. When Wanda talked about falling in love with Bucky, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You tried to keep your attention on her, but Druig’s orbit had pulled you in again. In what felt like no time at all, Steve had declared them Mr. and Mrs. Barnes and instructed them to kiss.

You and Druig followed their lead as they walked back up the aisle and into the house. The plan was for the wedding party to get their food and drinks and join everyone else back outside, Wanda wanted to wait to take pictures during the golden hour before sunset. It had always been her favorite time of day so you weren’t surprised.

“Hey,” you pulled her to the living room, “is it okay if me and Druig step out front for a few minutes?”

She practically shoved you out of the door. “Finally! I don’t care, as long as you're back for pictures.”

When it was just you and him again you felt nervous, like you weren’t in the same situation with him just hours before.

“So,” he started, “what did you want to talk about?”

He stood so close you almost forgot what you wanted to say.

 “Us.” It came out as a whisper.

“Oh so there is an ‘us’?” He brought his face closer to yours, his voice lower than it was before, “Do tell me sweetheart, does this mean you won’t run away after I kiss you?”

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

He didn’t take the bait, which you were secretly thankful for. If he did, you two probably would have missed the rest of the party, and even if Wanda and Bucky would have understood you would have never forgiven yourself. “We can save that for later, we only have about ten minutes before we need to get back.”

You tried to suppress a laugh and failed, “You’re such an ass, you just want to hear me talk.”

“I do love hearing your voice.” He admitted.

“Stop flirting!” You gently pushed him back so you could focus better, “I know this is technically new, we haven’t even had a proper conversation about us yet but I’ve known how I’ve felt about you for my whole life. I hate that we spent so many years at each other’s necks and I’m sorry the only way for me to cope was leaving. I know moving back won’t make up for the years I was gone, but I’m hoping we can make up for lost time now.”

He took a moment to let your words sink in. You didn’t know it then, but he had half expected you to tell him you just wanted to be friends (which he would have been more than okay with). So when you all but told him you love him, he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not.

“When do you move back?”

You weren’t expecting him to ask that, but answered him anyway. “We have about a month to get all of our things out, so I guess it depends on how fast we pack. Why?”

He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his chest, “Me and Pietro were talking about flying out to help you and Yelena pack, wanted to see if that would be okay with you first.”

“What?” You smiled at him, “Can’t go a few weeks without me?”

“I just got you back, I’ll go mad missing you.” You wanted to kick yourself for thinking his feelings weren’t genuine.

“Would you judge me for feeling the same?”

“Never.” He leaned in to seal the deal with a kiss, and you would have let him if Pietro hadn’t barreled through the door.

“I know you two are having a moment and I hate to be the one to kill it, I really do, but we can’t wait anymore.”

“Right behind you.” You and Druig walked behind him, hand in hand, to the back yard.

The rest of the night was perfect. You got to witness one of your best friends marry the love of her life, and as an added bonus you got to watch the beginning of Yelena and Pietro’s love story.

Your parents were over the moon when you told them about you moving back, but that was nothing compared to the news about you and Druig. As it so happened, they had been planning your wedding with him since you were kids. Yelena took one for the team and asked them about temporary living arrangements.

Druig took the opportunity to talk to you alone one last time before the night had to end. “You’re not going to get on that train and never talk to me again are you?”

He was mostly kidding but you could tell a part of him meant it. “Not this time, you can get up early and take the journey with me just to make sure if you want.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He held you close, anyone who paid attention would have thought you were swaying with the music. “I’m really glad this weekend turned out the way it did.”

“I am too.” You knew then that you were finally whole again. Everyone you had ever loved were going to be in the same place. The same place that broke your heart and it was put back together again. It felt like the universe gave you a second chance to have the life you always wanted and nothing, not even yourself, was going to get in the way of it happening. 

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Red String - Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Summary = When you turn 16, a red string wraps around your finger and leads you to your soulmate. What happens when it is the person who has bullied you and your brother, Izuku, for years?

Soulmates were amazing, knowing that this person was made for you, made to be with you for life. In theory, it was like a dream come true. In practice, maybe not so much.

Well, maybe if it was someone else rather than Katsuki Bakugou it would have been easier.

Me and Katsuki grew up together. Me and Izuku are twins which meant being around Katsuki. We were all close for a while until he got his quirk. I got my quirk around the same time but Izuku did not. He was quirkless. Katsuki did not like that. I did not like how Katsuki had turned sour towards Izuku. This lead to many arguments and burns from Katsuki whenever I stood up to him.

Then, suddenly, Izuku had a quirk. It was weird. He had always been small but ever since he helped Katsuki when that villain attack happened, he began training like crazy. He joined me on runs, lifting weights like I've never seen.

We went to the entrance exams together and he, impossibly, had a quirk. I confronted him and he told me about All For One. It was hard to understand at first but it made him happy so I did not question it too much. He will finally be the hero he has always been destined to be.

Now, when the quirks began to come a thing, so did soulmates. When you turn 16, suddenly a red string appears on your little finger. The end of the string connects you to your soulmate. It was an incredible phenomenon, much like the quirks. This meant divorce was almost 0% and the population was better off.

I felt ... strange about the soulmate situation. I was excited at the prospect of having someone who was made for you but it was scary thinking it could be anyone. It could be a murder, a creep - it could be absolutely any one and I had no control over it.

Second year at UA came around quicker than I could ever imagine. Time seemed to move faster and before I knew it, it was April and Katsuki's birthday was fast approaching.

Throughout the years, Katsuki has grown and even became my friend. It was hard. He was mean and confused about Izuku's sudden quirk but when he found out about One For All, he changed. He apologised to Izuku for everything and then apologised to me. It was hard for me to forgive him but I did it.

Now, his sixteenth birthday was a few days away and I was scrambling around the mall to find something. He is impossible to buy for. What do you get someone who has everything he wants?

I decided to go by myself to get him a gift, needing all the time to really think about it. When I asked him what he wanted he told me to 'not bother'. But, I wanted to. When we were children I used to make him a card every year and wanted to make up for all the missed years.

After four hours, I managed to find him something.

When I walked through the dorm, I ran into him and quickly hide the bag behind my back.

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's that?"

I repressed my smile the best I could (not at all). "Nothinggg." I sang.

He slowly began to approach me and I backed up.

He snarled, "It better not have been expensive."

It was a bit out of my budget but he didn't need to know what. I rolled my eyes, "Just appreciate the present, grumpy."

I bopped his nose before running off into my room, successful in hiding it.

At dinner, everyone was asking him how he felt about finding out his soulmate. He blew up, so no one asked again.

It was weird, to think Katsuki could be soulmates with anyone. It could be a random stranger off the street, it could be someone in our class. Every time I thought about it, my chest felt very tight. I didn't want to think too much about it.

His birthday came and I had everyone help cook a big breakfast.

Katsuki came down, after Izuku got him out of bed and looked sheepishly at the effort we made.

I took the plate of waffles and brought them over to him. He was sat, waiting.

He looked over to me as I approached and the face he made almost made me drop the plate. His mouth was partly open, his eyes slightly wide and he looked at my hands holding the waffles. I admit, it was a lot of waffles but the reaction was something I was not expecting.

I smiled as I put the plate in front of him, his eyes did not leave the plate until I put it in front of him and then his eyes went up to my face. "Happy birthday Kat!" I cheered, clapping my hands together.

He did not look away from my face but his face spread into a small smile, "You did all of this?"

I shrugged, "Everyone helped."

He looked around at the class surrounding the tables, all tucking in. "Thank you." He said it quietly but I heard.

He spent the rest of his birthday with Kirishima and his family (they went to a concert I believe). At the end of the day, we all gathered in the boys living room. The TV was on but no one was watching it.

I sat on the floor, chatting until I heard Kaminari talk to Katsuki.

"So?" He asked excitedly. "Do you know your soulmate?"

Katsuki was silent for a while. Luckily my back was to him or he would realise I was listening. "Nah, it goes too far to follow it."

The breath I didn't know I was holding released. I didn't know how I felt. I was relived it wasn't someone I knew but to know he had someone and could go find them whenever he wanted filled me with a strange sense of dread.

Tsu must have read my face as she asked me if I was okay. I snapped out of it and nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastically to be believable. "Yeah, I just think I'm gonna go to bed."

I got up, said goodnight to everyone and began to walk. When I got to elevator to go up to the girls floor, the sound of someone walking towards me made me look up.

Katsuki was dressed in an all black tracksuit and walked towards me with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, looking down at me.

I nodded, a small smile on my face. "I'm okay, just tired." As the elevator dinged I suddenly remembered. "Oh! I didn't give you your present!"

I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the elevator. He opened his mouth to protest, "Come to my room and I'll give it to you." He was quiet then so I pressed to button to go up.

I asked him about the concert and he spoke animatedly about the rap artist I have only heard coming from his bedroom but he seemed to have a good time.

"Okay," I said, opening the door. "Sit and don't move."

"Yes ma'am." He said mockingly but my stomach whirled anyway.

I retrieved the box from my bedside table and sat beside him. He looked down curiously.

I was suddenly nervous, what if it was too much or he didn't like it? Too late.

I gave him the box. He took it and then opened it, looking down with wide eyes.

"I saw it and knew I had to get you one."

He let out a breath before pulling it out of the box. It was a silver dog tag. When I saw it in the mall, I thought it was something he would actually wear. I got it engraved. Katsuki Bakugou and underneath Dynamight.

He read it and looked at it for a while before turning to me, clutching it. "Thank you."

I smiled, "You like it?"

He scoffed, "Its perfect."

He pulled it over his head where the tag rested against his chest. I reached over, touched the tag and hummed. "It suits you like I thought it would." I let it go back down and when I looked up, his eyes had not left my face.

I swallowed nervously.

"Must be weird now you know where your soulmate is right?"

His mouth parted, still looking at me. "Yeah..."

I was the first one to break eye contact and then he cleared his throat. "I better go..."

He stood up, making his way to my door. I followed him and leant against the door as he hesitated outside.

He turned and wrapped his arms around my head. My chest, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, clenched. I wrapped my arms around his waist. I can't remember the last time I hugged Katsuki. He was hard with the muscles that were hiding under his hoodie but he smelt of caramel. My head rest on his chest.

We stayed like that for a minute before he let go. "Thank you, for everything." He said before quickly leaving.

After that day, I could not stop thinking about him.

No matter how many times I told myself it was futile and stupid, I couldn't help the crush that was fast forming. Katsuki did not help either. He would hold open the door for me, offer to partner up with me in training and help me when it came to my turn to cook dinner.

He has another soulmate for Christ's sake but that did not stop my heart. I knew it could never happen, my birthday was three months away and soon I would also know who my soulmate is but I felt myself fall deeper and deeper.

One night, all of our class were having a movie night and I sat beside Katsuki. My mouth was already dry being so close to him and he did not help by putting his arm around me. He said it was to be more comfortable so I accepted it. Halfway through the movie, I rested my head against his shoulder before realising what I was doing. I quickly lifted my head up and whispered a 'sorry'. Luckily the room was so dark or else the whole class would see how red my face.

"I like it." Katsuki whispered and I blushed even harder. It was a sentence I never thought would come out of his mouth and it made me feel all sorts of things I shouldn't.

Bravely, I rested my head back down and his arm come down and his fingers began to draw circle's on my bare arm almost unconsciously.

I went back to my room that night with my heart racing out of my chest and my thoughts racing even more.

Mine and Izuku's birthday was fast approaching. We decided to spent it with mom, with Katsuki and Uraraka coming round later in the evening for dinner.

Uraraka's birthday was before ours and she found out Izuku was her soulmate. She told him almost immediately and they've been together ever since. Everyone knew they would be but the confirmation is always nice.

I woke up at home on my sixteenth birthday and immediately looked down.

On my right hand pinky was a thin string wrapped around it. I followed it and it went out of the window, going further than I could see. I looked out longingly, wondering who was at the end.

I went to touch the string but it fell through my fingers, I knew I could not touch it but the feeling was weird.

Physically, I felt the same. I could almost forget about the string if it did not appear every time I lifted up my hand.

I kept staring at it, even at my birthday breakfast.

"Oh, leave it Y/N, you'll know who they are soon enough." Mum scolded.

The rest of the day was spent at the mall and visiting family until it was time for dinner.

Mr Aizawa was bringing Katsuki and Uaraka and the door rang at six o'clock exactly.

Mum got the door and I stood anxiously behind her. I didn't know why I was so anxious but it made me shift on my feet a lot.

"Hello sweethearts, come in! Come in!"

Izuku ran to greet Uraraka and I looked up at Katsuki, smiling until I noticed something on his hand.

I looked down and the world seemed to stop.

Around his pinky on his right hand was a piece of thin red string. But, only soulmates can see each others string, I thought until it stuck. Oh my god.

I followed the string with my eyes and it went all the way to wrap around my own pinky.

I looked in between the string for a while before looking up at Katsuki, my mouth open.

He looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "Y/N..."

I was suddenly full of anger. I did not say a word but turned around and stomped up to my room.

Why didn't he tell me? After all this time, he decided to hide it. Did he not want me as a soulmate?

Angry tears welled in my eyes, he clearly did not want me that's why he hid it for so long.

"Y/N, wait, please." I heard Katsuki follow me but I reached my room quick. I slammed the door, fully crying now.

He knocked on my door lightly. "Please, let me explain."

My hands shook as I rested my head against the door. "There's nothing to explain." I growled out.

I get why he wouldn't want me. I'm needy, I'm angry and I'm not the prettiest. Someone like Katsuki should have a model for his soulmate.

He knocked again, louder. "Please, Y/N. I don't want to ruin your birthday."

Too late, I thought.

I sighed, wiped my eyes (not that it would make any difference) and opened the door.

Katsuki stood slumped and look at me with caution. I stepped aside, and let him in.

I closed the door behind him and turned with my arms crossed my chest. "If you don't want me.." I took a big breath, "We'll just have to find a way to make it work."

The thought was horrible. My whole life I was told your soulmate was suppose to complete you, the other side of a coin and the thought of losing that fantasy terrified me.

"No, thats not what I want just," Katsuki sighed before rubbing a hand over his face and sitting on my bed. "I wanted to tell you, I did. It's just harder than I thought. I didn't know if you'd want me. I wasn't exactly nice to you for years and although we're friends now, a soulmate is completely different."

I was quiet and Katsuki continued.

"Y/N, I've," He sighed again, looking concerned. "I've always liked you, I was mean to you because I liked you too much and because you would stand up to me."

My voice seemed to have disappeared and I couldn't do anything but listen.

"Over the past year, I've liked you more and more and then on my birthday I was scared who my soulmate would be. I wanted it to be you and when I saw you, I saw the string and everything just made sense. You're so beautiful and so funny and so kind I just," He hung his head. "I don't deserve someone like you. That's why I didn't tell you."

I was quiet, taking in his words. It made sense but I couldn't help the nagging insecurity. It did not make sense to me how he could possibly like me and how he doesn't think he deserves me. Katsuki could have anyone he wanted, he got asked out all the time whenever we could go out but always denied them. I thought it was because he was too focused on hero work but maybe not...

I looked at him, his face was turned down as if he was too scared to look at me. I could see then, in the way he looked so small and vulnerable that he was telling the truth.

Katsuki never spoke about his feelings so if he has now, it must be genuine.

"Okay," He looked up, his eyes hopeful. "I believe you."

He smiled wider than I have ever seen.

I knew that this moment was when my life was going to change forever, but I didn't mind.

A/N = Hi! I know I haven't wrote anything in a very long time. I have just finished my first year of university so now I have more time to write! I am taking requests so feel free to send them in! <3

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work

wmftd ficlet

Word count: 700

warnings: no beta

notes: a short fic to help me cope.

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The first thing Hypnos did was called his twin.

“Something horrible happened at work.” Hypnos gasped out upon Thanatos’ weary greeting. 

“Let me guess, they finally fired you.” Thanatos repiled, his tone going harsh and knowing. “Hypnos, I warned you over and over again that if you didn’t shape up, you were going to lose your job-“

”No.nonono. Nope.” Hypnos moaned, desperately looking through his fridge through some form of alcohol. He grabbed the first can of spiked lemonade he saw. “Worse. A fate I wouldn’t wish on anyone else.”

There was a beat of confused silence. 

For someone like Thanatos who always colored in the lines, never spoke back to a teacher. Who always dotted his ‘I’s and crossed his ‘T’s, losing a job was his greatest nightmare.

“Hypnos. What in the world happened?” Thanatos actually sounded worried now.

“He gave me a promotion!” Hypnos wailed, spilling his lemonade as he gestured with his arm. “I got promoted to management.”

Thanatos gasped in genuine horror. Hypnos could picture his twin’s face going pale, eyes wide. 

“Dear gods, have they gone mad?”

Hypnos could only sob.

~

As Hypnos went into his shift, tacky work vest on and his walkie talkie attached loosely to his belt, he decided that he needed to speak to you.

He was going to de-promoted himself back to a normal worker, and if you didn’t let him, he was going to quit.

Yup, there was no way he was going to do this, Hypnos nodded to himself. The moment there was a pause in the flow of people and work, he went hunting for you.

He found you at your desk, scowling over paperwork, looking far too attractive even in the harsh lighting. 

Lucky jerk.

Why couldn’t Hypnos look as good as you? Why did you have to be his sexiest -and the best- boss he ever had? Why? Why? Why?

Hypnos dramatically tossed his nametag on your desk, crossing his arms when you glanced at him in surprise. You glanced down at the name tag then back at him.

You only lifted an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak.

”I can’t do this.” Hypnos informed you, using a single finger to push his nametag toward you. “I can’t be a manager. I mean look at me.”

”What does your looks have to do with this?” You picked up his name tag as you leaned back in your chair, running a thumb along his name. For some reason, that sight made heat flared in his stomach, his cheeks flushing.

”I am your worst employee.” Hypnos shook his head, curls bouncing madly. “I oversleep all the time, take naps on the clock, I make mistakes and I know you know I was the one who broke the trash compactor for two whole months. I forgot that I put a box that had a can of soup and bags of beans… and milk.”

You nodded along as he spoke, your thumb still trailing over and over on his name. Hypnos rambled on, listing every single fuck up he ever committed at work. Hell, he even threw in a few from his childhood, and his failed college days.

”Hypnos.” You interrupted when he took a deep breath. “Do you know why I picked you for the job?”

“Nope.” Hypnos muttered, not meeting your eyes as he rocked on his feet. 

“Do you remember that bitch that screamed at Dusa a few weeks ago?” At his surprise glance, you grinned and he had to look away from you before he said something stupid.

“No other managers put a stop to it, but you did. You redirected that bitch away and let Dusa take an extra break.” You said, sounding so proud. Hypnos couldn’t speak, not used to hearing someone speak to him like that. 

“And you keep the mood light and cheerful, you help coworkers when you can.” You tapped his nametag on your palm as you spoke. “You don’t always get it right but you try.”

With that you stood, rounding your desk to stand before him. With gentle fingers, you grabbed his vest and pinned his name tag back on. Your voice was low, gentle. “I gave you a chance, Hypnos. Because I know you can be good if you try. All I ask is that you give yourself a chance too.”

Hypnos’ gaze locked with yours, feeling woozy as the quiet intensity built them. He nodded, licking his lips nervously.

“Thank you.” You gave a satisfied nod, dropping your hands away as you took a step back. Hypnos wanted to grab at them, to keep you close.

He didn’t. 

He went back to work. 

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my cursed fate °.*ೃ✧˚.

🦋 category: one-shot, au where geto did not defect when he was supposed to

🦋 characters: geto, gojo, nobara, yuji, megumi, nanako, mimiko, mentioned nanami, shoko

🦋 summary: au - in which geto didn’t turn evil so quick but will his fate allow him to stay pure? even after he talked things out with gojo?

🦋 warnings: nil

🦋 notes: idk whats the purpose of this pls don’t ask. i kinda played around with mimiko’s technique and how it works since the specifics were never shown (how the doll works to kill targets)

Geto Suguru could only wonder, what was the purpose of being a sorcerer? The very end of the path was the dead corpses of everyone he had ever cared about.

He had seen the flaws the world has to offer. He wasn’t a fan of it. But what else could he do aside from doing his best to defend those he should?

Geto Suguru vowed to protect all sorcerers around him. He did not care about non-sorcerers anymore. He just can’t see any more of his comrades getting hurt. He had never regretted this decision.

He smiled as he watched Nanako and Mimiko grow up, alongside Megumi. Those two enjoyed pestering Megumi. They had a funny sibling-like relationship. Suguru never regretted taking the twins away. He just wished he had done more to the village instead of just walking away. He enjoyed seeing the twins having fun with someone with similar interests, like Nobara. How happy they were.

Suguru would do anything to shield them from dangers.

He could not do anything about the humans producing cursed spirit though. He had sat down with Satoru and the both of them had a small talk about it. It was upsetting, but the truth.

All he could do was just swallow the negativity down to his very core. He should be able to do it. To protect those around him. Seeing them safe was worth it.

It had to be.

As long as they could be safe. He could use his curses to train the students when it came to practicing. Suguru never took on any missions after meeting the twins. He could not bring himself to do so. Cleaning humanity’s dirty work without any sort of reward, only his drained energy in return. How could he subject himself to that?

He could only watch and see as the first years train with the twins. Nanako and Mimiko were not like Maki and Mai. Nanako and Mimiko were fraternal twins unlike the Zen’in twins.

Mimiko’s technique was the most similar to Nobara’s. It involved the skin to skin contact of the target to Mimiko’s stuffed doll, then tying a noose around it to hang the target to death. The doll would essentially become the target when it was touched.

Nanako’s technique was less murderous at first glance. It manipulates photographed objects, good for long distance escaping. Though Suguru still trained Nanako to fight hand to hand. One can never have their guard down.

The Hasaba twins were amazing sorcerers, though Zen’in Maki could put them out with ease. A mere human. A mere human with super strength, like the very man who ruined his innocent youth.

Maki was a normal person, yet here she was. An exception to the school. It was people like her who caused problems for real sorcerers to fight against. Suguru often debated her whole existence and reason for being in the school.

Though he should not.

She was still fighting, on their side, so he should not judge her too harshly. At least she knew her place, somewhat.

Yuji was another exceptional fighter. He was so much like Haibara.

The reason why he decided to have students train with his curses.

So they would not die in missions against a curse they were unmatched against.

Geto Suguru would do all that he could to protect all that he has left. He shall never leave anyone behind. Everyone was going to be safe, he was going to grow in strength and train everyone so that they could defend themselves.

He made that promise with Gojo Satoru.

The path that Tsukumo had asked him to choose, and the one he picked was to protect everyone.

He was staying true to himself, right?

This was his true thought. His most sincere belief. His genuine self.

He did not like non-sorcerers but the safety of his friends was more important. He was not crazy enough to get rid of all non-sorcerers… right? It wasn’t something achievable… right?

His job now was to defend his friends. Humans were undeserving, but that did not mean that his fellow sorcerers should suffer. He would use his technique to help them, giving the students cursed spirits to practice with.

Nobody knew how curses even tasted like… How gross it was… How could he expect people to understand?

That was, until he met Yuji. The boy who reminded him of one of the main reasons why he chose to project everyone instead of rebelling.

Haibara Yu…

They were so similar…

Their smiles.

Their innocence.

Their need of helping those in need.

“Geto-Sensei!” Nobara’s loud and annoyed tone hung in the air as she ran out from the classroom and out into the field, calling out to him. “Nanako and Mimiko are up to their usual tricks again!”

Suguru laughed as he turned around to see the hilarious sight of Nobara suddenly having long pink hair, no doubt from Nanako’s technique of manipulating photographed objects. Nanako really enjoyed photoshop for this reason. Behind Nobara was Yuji, Megumi and the Hasaba twins, Yuji and Megumi had their hair swapped, no doubt that it was Nanako’s work. Nanako really enjoyed toying around with her juniors, teasing them nonstop and testing her new photoshop technique on them.

“Nanako,” Suguru called out. “It's not fun to pick on your juniors like that.”

That comment made him remember the old days when Satoru would often tease Utahime to no end, despite her being the senior. The good old days.

“Fine,” Nanako responded as she took pictures of her three juniors and returned their hair to normal.

Nobara turned back to look at the twins, and charged towards them, her hands reaching for her nails that she kept. “I am so going to get back at you two!” She screeched, ready to throw her nails at the twins. Kugisaki Nobara has the talent for her technique, though her physical ability could use more improvement.

The scene that unfolded before Suguru was a funny one. Teens soaking in the fun of their youth. That was what he wanted to do now, shield them from the potential dangers as they were just children. He just wished that he had someone to shield his youth from the likes of Fushiguro Toji, that stupid, stinking monkey.

It was hard for him to look at Megumi sometimes, seeing how much those two had in common. From their face down to their personalities, it was scary for Suguru to see the tamed version of his greatest nightmare. He knew it was not Megumi’s fault for having that monkey to be his father, but Suguru just could not help but be reminded of his tortuous year caused by that filthy monkey. He knew Megumi hadn’t had it easy, having that monkey abandoning him at a young age.

Him and Satoru would never allow their youths to be stolen ever again. Not while he was standing, not while he was with Satoru, ensuring their goals remained intact. It was not a crime to be carefree. A child should be able to enjoy the nature the world has to present, instead of seeing the void of adulthood.

Though the cruelty of the world could never be hidden away forever, Suguru wanted the children to enjoy their blissful innocence for as long as time would allow for it. For as long as fate would give them.

Though Suguru often wondered, just what else could he do? His mind has been plagued with an endless train of questions. Questions that have remained answered for years.

All he wanted was a world where everyone he ever loved could be safe. Sure he was doing his best in protecting them now but as long as curses existed, there would always be the sense of danger looming around, forever haunting him, tainting his life. Curses coming from people like Zen’in Maki.

Geto Suguru will never stop protecting the weak. He will just find another way to defend them.

Nobody deserves to have their lives tainted. Especially not by forces that could be eliminated.

“Suguru!” Satoru’s typical cheerful voice echoed in the air, catching Suguru’s attention.

Suguru laughed as he saw his blindfolded friend making his way towards him. “What is it? Satoru?” Suguru asked, wondering what could his dear friend be wanting from him.

“The higher-ups want to meet us again,” he whined, as though he remained a teenager. Gojo Satoru was a teenager stuck in the body of an adult.

Suguru laughed, “I wonder what trouble you got us into this time.”

Satoru responded back with another laugh, “Those old people are just cranky,” he said.

After dealing with Gojo Satoru, it was no wonder that the higher-ups would be cranky. Satoru had never once listened to them, their words having no meaning to the man who could decimate them as and when he liked. Perhaps it was fear that also played a part in their crankiness.

There were a lot of reasons for their dislike of the strongest. Yet what could they do? The world of jujutsu was complicated, yet here Geto Suguru was, seemingly helping out.

Eating, consuming, engulfing, absorbing.

Over and over.

Repeat.

Redo.

Again.

Over and over, never ending.

The actions he would have to do time and time again. Sometimes he wondered how he tolerated the taste. Why did he tolerate it? He wondered…

It was to ensure that the people he cared for would remain safe. That was all. Ignorant humans did not deserve an ounce of his concern. He was only doing all of this for the sake of his comrades, they were who that mattered. Everyone else was nothing to Geto Suguru.

In his eyes, they held no value. They were the reasons why those Suguru cared about lost their spark, their life. Why should he care? It was not a surprise when Suguru turned out like Tsukumo, a special grade who would not go on missions.

He only went if Satoru went with him, then he would be more willing to at least swallow some curses. Otherwise, he refused to even step foot into the venue, unless there was a really good reason for him to do so.

Things have remained this way for years. The higher-ups could do little to change him, maybe because Satoru didn’t allow them to as well. The higher-ups could do little against the powerhouse that was Gojo Satoru.

Not when he could easily destroy everything while blindfolded.

Suguru and Satoru used to be equals. Yet here Satoru stood, all alone up on the pedestal everyone built for him and nobody allowed him to step down. Suguru was the only one who allowed him to breathe away from the pedestal, to be viewed as something aside from a prize. To be normal.

Though Satoru never once tried to make Suguru feel that way, Suguru just can’t seem to shake off the feeling of being under Satoru’s shadow. It was obvious that Satoru was at a different level, one Suguru could never reach. A level only accessible by Gojo Satoru himself.

What was Geto Suguru?

He had learned reversed cursed technique way after Satoru. His domain was not perfect, he tried his best to hone it to the best of his abilities. But Suguru was not the honoured one. He was just a friend of the strongest.

At least he still had the ability to defend those in need, though he wished he hadn’t had to swallow those damn curses. Curses caused by humans. Humans who almost never had to deal with the consequences of their actions.

Who was the one handling them all? Geto Suguru. But he was alright with it, as long as everyone around him stayed as safe as possible.

What could go wrong?

Of course who could blame him when Itadori Yuji had died on a mission. Having his heart ripped out by none other than Sukuna himself. Having a young Megumi witnessing the scene. It’s all wrong. Children’s innocence should be protected, yet here it was, all ruined, ripped out, shattered into pieces, destroyed beyond recognition. All that he had fought for… Gone, just like that.

It had to be the higher-ups messing about. It had to have been them, Suguru knew that Satoru knew it was the higher-ups too.

Why was protecting something so pure and innocent so hard? What sin had those children committed to have this happen to them?

They should be enjoying the freedom, yet here they were… enslaved to the consequences that those humans created because they couldn’t use jujutsu… if only everyone knew how to control their cursed energy… Maybe then…

No.

Suguru snapped him out of that murderous fantasy… He cannot fall back. Not into that ideology… But it was something that might work out…

He should just stop thinking.

Even though Yuji managed to come back to life… everything was just wrong. Why was Suguru still tolerating the higher-ups? They have been nothing but trouble…

“Are you sure everything will be fine?” Suguru asked.

Satoru laughed, his hands waving about, “As long as nobody finds out about Yuji. I told Shoko to handle it.”

But wouldn’t Yuji still be in danger after the revelation of his status? Will that boy ever be free? It was unfair. He should not have been roped into this! His innocence should’ve stayed with him. Why was this happening?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why couldn’t Suguru have stopped it? If he was there, none of it would have happened! Perhaps he should have just gone on missions! But who would give an obviously dangerous mission to a bunch of children?

It was all the higher-up’s fault.

Their mindless actions repeatedly caused mistakes. All they succeeded in doing was ridding children of their innocence. Using mere children to get rid of curses, instead of finding ways to make sure curses could no longer exist… Tsukumo was right, the higher-up’s were treating the symptoms, not getting to the root of the problem.

But what could he do?

Suguru was out for a walk one night when he encountered a fellow sorcerer. One that was supposed to be dead, 6 months ago.

Nisemura Kentaro (偽村 健太郎). Grade 1 sorcerer. His cursed technique was invisibility. The higher-ups have never been fond of his ability for some reason. Nisemura had the ability to turn anything and anyone with cursed energy invisible. It was rather cool to Suguru, where was the harm?

Suguru had trained with Nisemura before, and they mastered reversed cursed technique together.

Was the one before him a fake?

“Long time no see, Geto,” Nisemura greeted. The only thing foreign about Nisemura was the stitches on his forehead.

“How?” Suguru asked.

Nisemura’s lips formed a small smile. “I barely survived, but the higher-ups chose to hide me away. Kept me known as dead. I was held captive. Cruel I know. Haven’t they always been this twisted?”

Suguru nodded.

“What if I asked you to join me, in over throwing the higher-ups?” Nisemura asked, the request shocking Suguru.

“Why me? Why not Satoru?” Suguru asked.

“Because the higher-ups will suspect Gojo, no matter what he does. Asking him would be begging for me to be exposed. You however…,” Nisemura explained. His plan involved changing the world of jujutsu. Similar ideals to Geto Suguru himself.

“I would not be as suspicious, while still remaining strong enough?” Suguru answered.

Nisemura nodded, while awaiting Suguru’s answer. All Suguru said was that he would consider it, and to meet back at the same place a week later at the same time.

Suguru decided to agree, something had to be changed. The way things were handled… getting rid of curses… not letting any more innocence be corrupted. Though his methods and Nisemura’s clashed. Suguru suggested killing every non-sorcerer. It was his only good idea.

Nisemura shot it down. All he said was a Shibuya plan. Suguru did not know the details of it. All Nisemura told him was that many people would be involved, and that it was all for the greater good. Suguru’s role was to lure jujutsu sorcerers away from the station, before meeting Nisemura in the station so that they could do something together.

Something about the Nisemura standing before him felt different. He was still the same Nisemura with long, bleached blonde hair tied in a braid, the same Nisemura with emerald eyes. The same Nisemura who often dressed himself in crop tops because the weather was too hot. But he did not have the same mannerism as the old Nisemura. It felt forced.

Nonetheless, Suguru went ahead with Nisemura’s plans. Nisemura had Suguru ingesting as many curses as he could, to unleash during Shibuya. Nisemura had points to prove, and he was going to show it.

Suguru wondered if Nisemura’s plan could truly work. Nisemura seemed to have other accomplices as well, though Suguru never met them. Something was boiling inside of Suguru as he began to doubt Nisemura. The closer the date got, the more his suspicions grew.

“I know you doubt my idea, Geto,” Nisemura announced. It was during one of their meetings at Nisemura’s hideout. “But trust me, it will work. The curse free world you and I envision will arrive. It is more practical than your idea of killing every non-sorcerer. They might be useless, but they’re worth more alive than dead.”

What Suguru failed to realise was the fact that Nisemura was trying to instill his former negative beliefs back into his mind. Suguru fell for it. So easily. All the facts were thrown in his face, how could he not?

He felt inclined to follow his friend. He felt as though Nisemura somehow got him. He did not judge Suguru’s insane idea, just claimed it to be impractical.

He was slowly spiraling again. His twisted idea of protection was slowly returning to him. Those monkeys…

Their filthy impacts…

Nisemura saw through Suguru, and he egged it on, added fuel to the fire. Nothing Nisemura did was accidental. Nisemura even stole some items without Suguru’s realisation.

Fingers.

Mechamaru’s death seemed to be brushed under the rug as well. Suguru was not at the scene where the innocent boy died.

The day of the Shibuya incident finally arrived.

Suguru did as he was told. So many monkeys just screaming in confusion. Some dying, some still living. They wore ridiculous costumes, begging to be set free. Poor thing, silly monkeys could not comprehend how powerless they were. Suguru slowly released some low level curses, for the jujutsu students to handle.

Nisemura has said that he will handle Gojo Satoru himself. He wanted a meeting with Satoru in the station, claiming that it was important for Satoru to be alone before Suguru came to join them.

The students fought well against the curses. Nisemura had ordered Suguru to only head into the station at a certain time. When the time arrived, he entered the station, to where Satoru stood, panting.

Suguru was more confused at the carnage that seemed to have unfolded. What on earth happened? Nisemura was nowhere to be found! Satoru seemed exhausted, he greeted Suguru with a small smile despite his gasps for air.

A cube was thrown in front of Satoru.

A blade penetrated Suguru’s mind.

Suguru’s eyes widen his shock as realisation washed over him. It was never Nisemura all along. It has always been someone else. Suguru was just a pawn. He should have realised it, before he allowed his hatred for monkeys to overtake him just like that.

Satoru looked on in frozen shock as the invisibility wore off to reveal someone who was supposed to be dead. The stitches opening, the brains moving. Suguru’s brain fell on the floor, his blood joined in with those of innocent civilians.

The prison realm was slowly sealing Satoru as well.

All of the confusion has led to this very moment.

Nisemura’s body slumped on the ground as the dead body of Suguru suddenly came to life. But it was no longer Suguru.

Satoru was sealed.

Frenzy broke out as Kenjaku, who took over Suguru’s body walked about. He knew Jogo stole the fingers he had stolen from Suguru, but he did not mind. The more carnage, the better.

The Hasaba twins were the first to happen upon the new Suguru. They knew that it was not the same man. Kenjaku did not want to waste his time with mere children, he had better things to do.

Yet, the twins refused to let him go, preparing to engage in a fight. Kenjaku had Suguru ingest curses for a reason, he unleashed a strong one on the twins before leaving. Nobara had to join in and help the twins.

News of the loss of two special grades spread like wildfire. Curse users finally realising their freedom while sorcerers were fighting for their lives.

Megumi had witnessed the death of his father, without even knowing who that man was. Poor boy. He was just so confused. All he knew was that the man could have killed him, but killed himself instead.

Nanako had to save Nobara from being touched by Mahito as well. Fighting the curse alongside Yuji and Todo. The death of Nanami was fueling Yuji as he fought.

In the end, Kenjaku still won. His plan still succeeded.

Nisemura was branded a traitor, Suguru was branded a traitor. Anyone who tries to free Satoru would be branded a traitor. Even Yaga, who taught all three men, was branded a traitor as well.

The cursed fate never goes away.

[raelle-writing]

Sweet Dreams

Short VegasPete fic, posted as a twitfic and edited a little for Tumblr. Fluff, rated T. 764 words.

At first, sharing a bed was weird, Pete thought. He'd never shared a bed with anyone before Vegas. He'd always slept in twin beds on his own. Perhaps he'd shared a bed briefly, once or twice, on accident, or by necessity. But never ongoing.

But the first night after Vegas woke in the hospital, when Vegas looked at Pete and asked him to climb in bed with him, Pete couldn't say no. And though it was a little weird at first, he gradually relaxed into it.

Now, months later, he couldn't imagine sleeping alone. Couldn't imagine not waking up next to Vegas each morning, and falling asleep with him each night. Those silent moments where they could just hold each other, moments from sleep or waking - they were precious to him.

And to Vegas, too, he could tell. Because Vegas almost always insisted on sleeping curled up around him, somehow. Pete holding him, or the other way around, the two of them touching, even while asleep. Sometimes, Pete woke up with Vegas entirely on top of him, cheek on his chest, sleeping peacefully, and it was one of the best things Pete had ever experienced.

Sometimes, Vegas even napped on him. It was something he'd taken to lately, laying on the couch with his head in Pete's lap and nodding off as Pete played with his hair and read a book, or watched TV. Pete loved him, loved the intimate, soft feeling of knowing Vegas felt safe enough with him to fall so deeply asleep. So even if sometimes Vegas slept so long that Pete's legs cramped up, he'd never complain, or even think about moving. Vegas was too soft and precious for that.

That's where they were on a Friday afternoon when Macau came back from school. Vegas with his head in Pete's lap, asleep, Pete playing with his hair absently with one hand, a book in the other. He glanced up as he heard the front door open and shot Macau a smile and a shushing gesture.

Macau looked blank as he slipped off his shoes, then walked over, expression going oddly soft as he took in the sight of Vegas asleep on the couch. "Oh," he said softly and Pete nodded and smiled. Vegas didn't stir, so he was deeply asleep. Pete kept petting his hair, valuing this soft little moment so much.

Macau didn't go to his room, though, and Pete shot him a questioning glance and blinked as he took on the soft, almost emotional expression on Macau's face as he looked at his older brother on the couch.

"What is it?"

Macau's expression was still watery as he looked at at Pete again. He stepped closer and leaned down so he could speak softly, whispering, "Hia always had nightmares before."

That made Pete blink. Nightmares? Vegas had never had nightmares since they'd shared a bed.

"Really?"

Macau nodded, looking a little sad. "He'd wake up screaming and be up half the night, pacing around. It made him tired and stressed… and he's not like that anymore. Not since you."

Pete's lips parted in surprise, and he glanced down at Vegas' sleeping face in his lap. He looked so peaceful, there, asleep, breathing long and even, no sign of distress on his face. "I had no idea," whispered Pete.

"I think he feels safe around you," murmured Macau, and Pete glanced back to find the younger boy looking soft again, gaze on his older brother's face. Then he glanced up at Pete. "Thank you, P'."

Pete swallowed, throat feeling tight, then offered Macau a small smile. "You don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything."

"I know. But you changed everything, anyway." Macau sighed, then straightened up before murmuring, "I'm going to do homework. Let him sleep a bit more before we make dinner."

"Yeah, okay. I will." Macau walked away and Pete dropped his gaze down to Vegas' face again. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered softly.

Vegas didn't stir, breathing still long and even. It made Pete let out a soft, sad, but also contented little sigh, then pick up his book again. Vegas hid a lot of things from him, but that was okay in this case. After all, the nightmares were in the past now.

And if he felt safe enough around Pete to sleep soundly, then Pete would make sure Vegas never slept alone again.

With that thought in mind, he turned his attention back to his book and kept petting his fingers through Vegas' hair, leaving Vegas to his sweet dreams.

[armins-main-hoe]

Odd socks

Chapter 5

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“You did what?” Neteyam hissed.  

“Threw a small shell at him.” Y/n mumbled. She had been stood her for a whole 10 minutes being forced to explain what happened with Ao’nung to Neteyam because someone could not keep their mouth shut. That someone being-

“No, it was a big red one! If she had not thrown it at him then we would have won, the competition.” Tuk boasted, expecting her older brother to be jealous or praise her but instead she got a strong glare from her older sister.  

“Tuk you aren’t helping-”  

“Y/n why would you throw- Okay, I can understand you verbally cursing at him but getting physical? We have not even been here for that long and he is the olo’ekytan’s son. Do you not realise the trouble this could get our family in? We are in a vulnerable position right now!” Neteyam held Y/n in her place by the shoulders when she tried to walk away.  

“He is not going to tell anyone! Why would he when if the adults were to ask what happened they would find out what he said? They would find out that he was being a dickhead!”

“They would also find out that you hit him. Even if it turned into a fight where he would hit you back, you hit him first and that is all it would take for this clan to think our family is dangerous, that we react violently to anything. You think they would let us stay here a second longer?”  

“Neteyam, he was getting on my nerves and Tuk was there too!”  

“So, you hit him with a shell? That was the best thing to do?”  

“Yes.”

“No! No Y/n you do not do that. Why can’t you ever understand? You know, sometimes I wonder whether you and Tuk are the real twins because you act like you are her age by acting so reckless and never thinking with your head. If he got on your nerves, then all you had to do was swear at him and then walk away.”  

Y/n rolled her eyes, ever since they were little Neteyam loved playing the third parent and bossing all their younger siblings around including her.  

“I do not understand why you are getting so worked up about this. It really is not that big of a deal!”  

Neteyam’s lips tightened, and his nostrils flared. She never will understand him, and he believes she has never even tried to.  

“Right because Father threw a shell and the Olo’ekytan’s face to make him let us stay here and he even was ready to throw in a few punches for good measure.” Sarcasm spilled out from Neteyam’s voice, thinking if a simple explanation cannot get to the girl’s head, then maybe this can.  

“Ugh, so you are telling me you would have just said ‘go away Ao’nung’ and walked away? Really? Because that would have worked.” Y/n asks him, her ears flickering as her brows furrowed. Why is Neteyam getting so worked up over this? She does not understand.  

“Yes. I would have avoided conflict because I care about this family and not just myself.” The twins were the same height yet somehow with those words it felt like Neteyam was towering over Y/n, as if he were the bigger person.  

To Neteyam, he had always felt that he understood his parents’ worries and warnings, he understood that the rules his parents set in place must be followed to keep everyone safe and maintain peace. Yet Y/n never understood this. He tried his best to explain to her that rules are meant to be followed for a reason, but she never listens. Just like now. She will never listen. Which is why he grew up to be the obvious third parent. The one his younger siblings could lean on when their parents were not around.  

He knew Y/n cares and loves his younger siblings as much as he does but that does not mean she can go around acting like them. She must act her age as the eldest daughter, yet she chooses not to. He knows that she is a skilled hunter, an excellent climber and even better at riding an Ikran but he often wonders when she will be a responsible older sister.  

“You think I do not care? Do you really think I did what I did because of my own selfish reasons?” Y/n spoke softly, her voice conveying the pain she felt from his words. She pushed his hands off her.  

“Your actions proved plenty.” Neteyam looked away. The two stood in silence for a few seconds before Neteyam walked away.  

“I don’t understand him!” Y/n shouted at none but herself as she stood alone in the mauri pod.  

---

Tuk had ran out of the mauri pod when she heard Neteyam raising his voice and Y/n doing the same. She had seen them argue before over small matters which would get resolved within the next hour, but she had never seemed them both this angry at each other and it frightened her. When she told Neteyam about what Y/n did to Ao’nung, she thought he would be proud of Y/n like she was. When Tuk was with her older sister and Ao’nung and his friends approached them, she did not like it at all. Even though they were smiling at her, she did not like them talking to her, they had mean smiles. They even said some mean things about Y/n and her hands.  

Tuk never saw anything wrong with Y/n, Lo’ak and Kiri’s hands. She did not think anything of it. So, when she heard Ao’nung’s friends talking about her sister like that, she did not understand why. When Y/n had pulled Tuk by her arm to make Tuk stand behind Y/n, Tuk felt safe. She felt as if Y/n was her shield from the mean bullies even though they said nothing to Tuk and everything to Y/n.  

She thought Y/n was brave when she threw the shell at Ao’nung. So why was Neteyam so angry? She does not like it at all when they fight.  

It does not matter, she does not like the two of them arguing so she goes to find her other siblings or her parents who can stop them. She did try to stop them, but her voice was not reaching their ears.  

As she ran, she ran past a a conversation she could not help but listen in to. So, she stopped and hid her body behind the mauri wall and peeked over the side of it to see who was talking.  

“OW! Tsreiya be careful!” Ao’nung whined.  

“I’m sorry brother, but I need to apply some at least a little pressure,” Tsireya sighed. She had tried to help her brother with the mysterious bruise on his left cheek, but he was being exceedingly difficult. “Listen, if you don’t stop whining then I will go get mother and tell her to do this for you instead.”

“No! Do not get mother, she will ask too many questions.”  

“Remind me, how did you get hurt again?” Tsireya asked as she continued placing the cold pouch of stones on Ao’nung’s cheek.  

“Was playing with the boys and got hurt.”  

“Yeah, but how?”

“One of them accidently threw a shell at me.”  

Tsireya lifted the pouch and looked at him questionably.  

“A shell? You are telling me a shell did this to you?”  

“That's what I said.”  

Tuk let out a squeak when Ao’nung caught her eyes. He narrowed his eyes into a glare and Tuk felt a cold shiver run down her spine.  

‘He is scary. Too scary.’ She thought as she broke into a sprint back to her mauri.  

“What was that noise?” Tsireya looked behind her and walked around the mauri to see where the noise came from. When she stuck her head outside, she saw Tuk running away. “Why is she running away?”  

“Beats me.” Ao’nung shrugged.  

Tuk had forgotten why she had even run out of the mauri in the first place when she had entered it again and found Lo’ak sitting in the corner, fiddling with something. She walked up to him and sat in the space next to him. His fingers toyed with a little blue shell that sparkled whenever the sunlight fell upon its surface.  

‘A shell.  

Y/n hit Ao’nung with a shell.  

Y/n and Neteyam had a fight because of it.’  

“What’s wrong tuk?” Lo’ak asked when she had been silent for far too long. Tuk leaned her head on his arm.  

“Socks hit Ao’nung with a shell.” She told him.  

“He probably did something to deserve it.” Lo’ak snorted.  

“Neteyam got angry though. Him and socks had a fight. They both were really angry and were shouting at each other really loudly. I did not like it.” Tuk kept her eyes on the little blue shell in Lo’ak’s hands as she spoke, still leaning her head on his arm. Soon Lo’ak stopped fiddling with the shell and pulled his little sister into a hug.  

“It’s fine, they’ll make up soon.” He told her. Though he was a little shocked to hear the twins had a fight. He knew that this is not the first time they ever fought but previous fights had been over ‘I did this last time so now it’s your turn’ and a few were ‘wow, you’re really bad at this.’, though these fights never lasted long and the two would apologise rather quickly and get on their day as normal. So, to hear they were shouting at each other to the point where it scared Tuk must mean that this was an argument that they took rather seriously.  

Either that or Tuk was exaggerating, which she often did.  

“Hey, do you want this? I found it when I went swimming with Tsireya.” Lo’ak offered the little shell to her. Tuk took it from his hands and played around with it. It was smooth in some areas but textured in others. Still, it was a very pretty shell which would go nicely as a hair ornament. She thanked him and got up to carefully place holes in the shell so she could thread her hair through it.  

Lo’ak watched tuk play around with the shell and tried to think whether the fight his older siblings had was really all that bad. He began to think that it was not and when the fight was told from Tuk’s eyes, it seemed worse than it was.  

However, Lo’ak began to question himself later that day when the whole family came back together for dinner. Neteyam and Y/n were not saying a word to either each other or anyone else. They would only speak when spoken too. Lo’ak went up to his brother, who was helping his mother with cutting up pieces of fish. He nudged him and gave him a questioning look. Neteyam just shook his head at him and went back to his work, refusing to give a verbal explanation.  

Lo’ak then went to his older sister, who was with her father, helping him clean the weapons and tools that were used that day. Lo’ak sat down next to her and whispered a ‘hey.’ She looked up from the knife she was cleaning and looked at him.  

“You good?” He asked, raising his voice a little above a whisper.  

“Yeah.” Her reply was dry and quick. She went back to cleaning.  

Lo’ak looked at his father who was sitting close by and any conversation he would try to have with his sister would easily be heard by him. Lo’ak thought that he would not get much out from either older brother or sister with their parents around, so he gave up for now. Choosing to talk to them later that evening when they are alone.  

Though their parents did not notice anything while getting ready for dinner, when the whole family sat down together to eat, they noticed the silence from the twins. Though they never talked all that much during dinner, there always was a small conversation here and there while they ate. Everyone spoke about something, about how their day was. Jake told them about how he was getting better at riding a Tsurak, earning praises from his wife and kids. Well apart from two of his kids who just smiled at him and went back to eating. Neytiri complained to her family about how Ronal kept giving her backhanded compliments and the twins still said nothing. Lo’ak shared his progress with swimming in the sea, that he was now able to hold his breath for a little longer than before. Twins said nothing. Kiri told everyone about the different sea animals she saw today. Twins said nothing. Tuk told everyone about how she had her older siblings had a mini competition on who could find the biggest shell.  

Y/n froze. She was praying to Eywa that Tuk does not tell her parents that Y/n threw a shell at Ao’nung. Y/n knew that her parents would side with Ao’nung and that it would be another long lecture from her parents.  

“Me and socks did not win though but next time we will! Right socks?” Tuk smiled at Y/n.  

Y/n looked up at Tuk and gave her a small smile. “Yeah, we will.” Though her words were half-heartedly spoken. She then went back to eating.

Jake and Neytiri were waiting for Neteyam and Y/n to talk, everyone had said something about their day apart from those two. When the twins showed no signs of talking, the couple shared a concerned look.  

“So, Neteyam, how was your day?” Jake asked.  

“It was fine, Father.”  

“Anything interesting happen today?” He tried to pry further.

“Hmm, I do not know. Did anything interesting happen today Y/n?” Neteyam looked at his sister in the eye for the first time since their argument.  

“Not that I am aware of. No.” Y/n replied with a sarcastic smile that lived short on her face before she glared at him and looked down at her food.  

Kiri nudged Lo’ak to ask what happened between the two, but Lo’ak shook his head, meaning he either did not know or could not explain at the moment.  

“Oh, that weird, I’m sure you must have done something interesting today.” Neteyam returned her sarcastic smile.  

Y/n rolled her eyes. She knew Neteyam was trying to get her to tell everyone that she hit Ao’nung with a shell, but she put up her own fight, she will not tell anyone.  

“What happened?” Neytiri asked, her voice soft and motherly. She looked at her two oldest children expectantly.  

“Nothing mum. Neteyam’s just being weird.” Y/n told her mother, she does not feel all that hungry anymore, so she passes her food to Tuk who happily eats her older sister’s leftovers.  

“You planning to keep it a secret? You know they are going to find out, either from you or from Ao’nung.” Neteyam asked.

“Find out what from Ao’nung?” Jake asked in between the twins’ argument but his voice did not reach their ears.  

“I do not care of he decides to snitch I had a very good reason to do what I did!” Y/n stood up. She had enough of this. She wanted to leave to mauri and be anywhere but near Neteyam.  

“What did you do?” Jake stands up too.

“Go on tell them if you do not care!” Neteyam gets on his feet and the twins went head-to-head. They could not hear their father’s questions, nor did they see their whole family standing up. They only raised their head away from each other when they hear their mother speak.

“Y/n, did you and Ao’nung...”  

“NO! Ew Mum! Why would you even think that!” Y/n cried out in disgust. Her face twisting up when an image of her and Ao’nung alone, doing other things than fighting flashed in her mind. “I just threw a shell at him and now Neteyam is throwing a tantrum over it.”  

Silence filled the room.  

“You did what Y/n?” Jake asked for the second time, the lack of his nickname for her and the slow, calm pace at which he spoke told Y/n that she was in for some deep shit.  

---

Pandora’s sunlight hit the water as it softly hit the shore. Metkayina kids played together, playing games of tag, swimming together and collecting seashells. Damn shells. Y/n despises everyone she sees. Though she kept telling herself that what she did was with good reason, her father had scolded her enough to make her cringe with annoyance every time she saw on either in the seabed or on the sand.  

A day had passed since the whole incident but neither Tsahik or Olo’eyktan knew that their son was hit by a shell, but Y/n’s parents were close to making her walk over to their mauri and apologise. Though they later decided to wait and see if Ao’nung would tell their parents.  

He did not tell anyone, just as Y/n kept telling everyone. Despite that, she was kept supervised by her father and mother for the day. She was told to follow them around so they would make sure she does not go and start throwing shells at boys again.  

Right now, she was with her mother, they both sat near the shore, weaving baskets together with Ronal and a few other Metkayina women.  

“I must say Y/n, your ability to weave baskets this quick is a commendable skill.” Ronal complimented the younger child who joined them that day. Neytiri had just said that her eldest daughter will be joining them until the afternoon and truth be told, Ronal did feel that the child would not keep up and slow her down on her tasks. However, she was proven wrong rather quickly.  

“Thank you.” Y/n smiled at Ronal. She had decided to act as the sweet, well-mannered child with Ronal so if Ao’nung did ever change his mind and tell his parents about the shell incident then Ronal might not believe him since how could an innocent, kind girl ever do such a thing.  

It was not like Y/n was being fake, after all she was kind and well mannered, just not towards certain people, or rather a certain group of boys and one boy in particular. She soon found herself in a pleasant conversation with Ronal and Y/n had forgotten about the reason why she was there in the first place for a while.  

Neytiri watched as the two conversed, only adding to the conversation every now and then. Y/n would even talk with the other women around her who happily talked back to her. She admired her daughter for her social skills at times like these, she knew that Y/n was a social butterfly and would always find a way to get along with anyone, so she was shocked when she first heard of her daughters actions the day before.  

Even back at the forest, she would see her daughter talking happily to every member of the clan, which made her believe that she would have been the first to adjust and get familiar with the people here. Perhaps she had not been paying enough attention to her. Once Y/n and Ronal’s conversation had come to an end, Neytiri smiled at her daughter and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.  

“Perhaps me and your father were too hard on you last night, but I do hope what happened does not happen again.” She softly told her. Y/n looked up at her mother and smiled back.  

“Yeah, okay. I am sorry about how I acted.” Y/n replied.  

The two shared one last smile before getting back to finishing off their baskets.  

The rest of the day for Y/n was spent with her mother and then later with her father. When the family gathered back into to Marui for the night, the twins still did not talk to each other which did not go unnoticed by other members of the family, but they could only hope that the two would talk it out in their own time.  

The next day, Y/n was allowed to join her siblings with training again. She joined them with Tsireya, Ao’nung and his friends. Today they were to learn how ride an Ilu. Ilu were how the metekayina travelled underwater in a much quicker way than swimming. Ilu were not like Ikrans and would bond with any rider rather than just one.  

Ao’nung called out to the ilu by making a particular type of noise with his mouth. The ilu came quickly and swam around him in circles before he turned around to face everyone behind him.

“If you want to live here, you have to ride.” He told them,  

Y/n noticed a small bruise on his cheek where she had hit him with the shell and nearly felt guilty. Nearly.  

Tsireya called some ilu over to her and then beckoned Lo’ak to join her. Lo’ak was the first to attempt to ride an Ilu, he made the bond with ease but when he told the ilu to swim, he lost grip quickly, causing him to tumble around in the water. Everyone had their heads underwater, watching his attempt eagerly.  

Ao’nung and his friends rose from the water laughing and Tsireya tried her best not to laugh. The twins had also tried not to laugh but they both ended up laughing a little.  

It turned out that Kiri had already bonded with an Ilu before and did not need to be taught again. So, then Neteyam went next, compared to Lo’ak, he got the hang on it quicker and was able to ride an Ilu with ease. While the brothers practiced together, Tsireya took Tuk over to where the smaller Ilus are and Ao’nung was left with teaching Y/n.

“Alright Socks, looks like you’re the last one left.” He tilted his head down slightly and smiled at her. She frowned at him back.  

“I thought I told you to not call me that.”  

“Why? I think the name suits you.” His voice sounded so innocent, but Y/n knew better.  

“You do not even know the meaning of the name.”  

Ao’nung called an Ilu over.

“Alright then, tell me the meaning.”  

Tell him the meaning of socks? Over Y/n’s dead body. Why would she give him another reason to make fun of her? So instead, she ignored him and greeted the Ilu instead. She got on the Ilu’s back and pulled her braid from behind forward to make the bond.  

“Do it slowly and gently,” Ao’nung advised her as he watched the bond seal between her and the Ilu, he called over for her. “Wouldn’t want to scare the Ilu away.”  

Once she had made the bond, she could feel the animal’s heartbeat and breathe, as if the two were one. This reminded her of her Ikran and how it would be like when she would ride her Ikran.  

“Now tell the Ilu to swim forward.” Ao’nung’s voice sounded closer than she thought he was and made her jump. This caused the Ilu to get scared too and jerk Y/n forward into the water. Once she had emerged from the water, she heard Ao’nung and his friends laughing. Well, not like she had expected them to do anything less. So, she took a deep breath and tried to get onto the Ilu again.  

Once she had bonded again, she looked back at Ao’nung making sure he was not close enough to do anything again. Once she was satisfied with the distance, she looked forward again and told the Ilu to swim forward. The Ilu moved immediately and swam with speed through the water. Y/n now understood why Lo’ak had lost his grip the first time he had tried.  

So, she tightened her hold and told the Ilu where to swim. She told the Ilu to swim in a large circle, eventually making the way back to where Ao’nung was at.  

“Damn, she learns fast.” One of his friends spoke aloud to himself. Ao’nung dismissed it by saying,  

“It is an Ilu, kids younger than that small forest kid can ride one. Nothing impressive at all.”  

Once Y/n had reached him, her hair wet and sticking to her cheeks, she smirked at him.  

“I bet I could easily win a race.” She challenged him.  

Ao’nung scoffed and looked back at him friends amused before looking back at the girl in front of him. “Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?”  

“Not at all.”  

The two looked at each other a little longer before Y/n tilted her head with a mocking expression and Ao’nung called out to another Ilu. He got on the Ilu and his friend came forward, telling them both where to start and where to finish. The first one to reach the coral area where Y/n’s siblings and Tsireya are wins.  

“Three... Two... One... Go!” The friend counted them down and the two were off.  

The two were neck to neck throughout most of the race, both telling their Ilu to swim faster and faster. They would look at the other besides them, getting frustrated that they could not get rid of them. Ao’nung was surprised a little that Y/n could hold on for this long, but he pushed his astonishment away and focused on winning the race.  

In the end, the two tied and there was no clear winner. They both got annoyed again but before they could race again, Tsireya swam over to congratulate Y/n on riding an Ilu. Y/n got distracted by trying to figure out what she was saying with the finger talk since she forgot some of the basic signs Tsireya had taught her, that she did not notice Ao’nung swimming away. Not that she would have cared too much.  

For the next hour, the kids would play around with their Ilus, swimming around large coral and trying to learn tricks from Tsireya. Though this excitement was short lived for Y/n before she felt a small nip on her leg. She looked down and saw the fish that looked like Ao’nung nipping at her leg again.  

While she did find that fish’s appearance amusing, she did not appreciate the fact that it came to bite her wherever it caught sight of her. Though luckily, this time she had an Ilu so she could quickly swim away from it. Just when she believed she had outswum the fish, she looked behind her to see the fish swimming towards her with a few other fishes behind it.  

Neteyam was playing around with Lo’ak on his Ilu happily, thinking that everything around them is peaceful. He was about to sign to his brother that they should probably head back when he saw Y/n riding her Ilu in the distance behind Lo’ak with a whole school of fish chasing after her.  

He pointed at her and Lo’ak looked behind him to see the sight. By now, Y/n had changed direction and was swimming towards them, bringing the angry school of fish with her. The two brother’s eyes widened, and they quickly got their Ilus to swim away with Y/n followed them close behind.  

I suppose we can say that it was not just Y/n who came back home with a few fish bites that day.

[ruewend]

BOOK 10: ELYSIAN SIGN UPS

ALRIGHT! I HAVE ENOUGH INTEREST, IT IS TIME!

First off, the outline of everything we will be using in our creation of book 10, or Elysian (Endgame is a great name, but Marvel), as I call it.

Next, everything I'm using in Elysian.

I am also tagging everyone who has helped me come up with ideas, as well as edited, since we share one braincell, and have a lot of similar things.

Sorry for cut it's LONG

@moonlarked

Marellinh

Council gets overthrown

Sophie gets to kill Mr Forkle

Alvar dies in Fitz’s arms

Sophie starts an human outreach program

Jensi remains Talentless and helps other Talentless

Exillium gets to be relevant

Tiertice adopt Tam and Linh and Rayni

Fedex

Ruy appears and does something idk

Trix joins up with the gang

@the-great-gullon-incident

Biana, Stina, and Dex team up

Biana has a sword

Sophie teaches the rest of the keeper gang about lgbtq+ people

Crazy fights

Gethen and Ruy show up to do stuff

They/them Elysian

All the mysteries are finally revealed

@stopstealingtomatoes

Lady Gisela to die

Amy to have a bigger role

Lord Cassius to either formally apologize to Keefe or else shove a stick in it

T h e r a p y

Ships to finally sail

@amandayetagain

Elysian’s big naturals

frognate rings

explicit language

vertina pagetime

more void lore

Sophie strikes out on her own and forms her own group

we learn about Keefe’s human friends

Details on some of the parents top secret missions (mentioned in their unlocked files)

Embarrassing middle name for keefe

foot power

Sophie channels someone’s heart/skull, or uses telekinesis on someone’s neck (it’s them or her friends. And she’s already lost enough.)

Biana and Sophie commit arson again (Neverseen)

@you-have-been-frizzled

JENSI PAGE TIME

the triplets

Kesline

Elwin officially adopting Keefe

Biana kills somebody (can we just bring Vespra back so she can kill her)

Tam gets hurt and Linh goes batshit

Bronte with curly hair

Sophie eats sweet and sour chicken to everyone’s horror

MORE ARSON

Alina redemption arc (literally wouldn’t suggest this but Ciara is the one running it and they’re part of the Alina deserves redemption club)

Dex losing an arm (his name means right handed it’s ironic oaky!)

Tiergan punches Quan song when he tries to say something to the twins

Sandor and Giselle scenes

KESLER AND GRADY BROMANCE I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT ABOUT THEM

Juline and Edaline being sisters

Keefe and Grady bonding

Alvar isn’t dead and gets redemption

Caprice is relevant other than just being the crazy lady

@official-kenralie-fanbase

Sophie loses it during a battle to fulfill the whole "the moonlark could tear this whole place down" thing

Sandor finally has to dance in sparkly pants

Someone punches Alden

Or Cassius

Or both. At the same time.

More of Grady's mesmerizing please and thank you

Gradaline moments

Sophie's dad reveal (maybe do a poll on who people think that should be? I'm hoping for Fintan)

Oralie actually fights in a battle

Someone finds out about Oralie and there's a bunch of drama with all the people

@ever-blaze

more jensi, dex and rayni

jensi not manifesting an ability yet playing more roles in the story (eg. fighting the neverseen with a weapon or something)

keefe and fitz friendship moments/actually being best friends again

MORE OF THE TRIPLETS !!!

more backstories? tinkers maybe?

blur or wraith or tinkers identities

the return of the amazing amy foster

keefe’s human friends (hoping at least one is a celebrity) and human world adventures

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Next, breaking this up. Anyone can join, I just need people to help organize this, and the plan is we sort it up by character/group, and eventually break it down into chapters, ordered by what would make sense in a basic plot structure. Then we will start figuring out technical things such as who is writing what.

Simply send me an ask or message if you're interested in helping me organize this!

And, if you have any and all suggestions, feel free to tell me!

REBLOGS >>>>>> LIKES

[bubblepopsims]

Evan and Courts didn't answer any message on their phones for a few days, they only took phone calls and when they did they kept them short. They took a few days off to fly to Sulani.

Evan: " My beautiful friends, sorry for the lack of messages but me and Polpettina flew to Sulani, we needed some time away and just for ourselves" The couple was lying in bed after a day out and rejoicing for the cooler temperature and lack of mosquitoes (always be blessed the mosquitoes repellent). "We just took a few pics this morning, before going to the beach so here is the first"

Courts: "It's my fault, I needed to be away from everyone for a bit and just be with Evan." Courts started reading Juju's message. "@Juju you beautiful human, don't you ever say you look trash! I will tell you everyday you are gorgeous, I will send you a message every morning if I have to! We totally understand what you mean about you and Izzy 😳"

Evan: " I always make Courts legs weak before she can do anything 🤭 Oh I don't need any pic to held me accountable to my promises😜 She will blush if you touch her ass especially if she isn't expecting it, she is the cutest when she blushes. OMG your mom looks stunning! You also look very alike O_O"

Courtney: "There is nothing sexier than your partner sweaty and doing some manual labor, @Juju you must be happy Izzy is so sweet helping your dad building a tree house for Conrad. I want a tree house too!"

Evan: " We don't have a tree where we can build it but I can do something else to get sweaty and sexy."

Courtney lightly kicked Evan, knowing exactly what he meant; in response he held his hands up feigning innocence.

Courtney: " We aren't trying to seduce anyone Rafa, we are just naturally sexy and the twins are the sweetest, I don't understand why they aren't with you or Evan, I will ask next time."

Evan: "That manly man does things to me Maddie, that hairy chest 🤤"

Courts chuckled and stopped to talk to Evan "Bestio, don't you think you are taking it a bit too far with Rafa?"

Evan: "Rafa is a really good friend of mine, he is up there with Hermes. He knows me and he knows it is all just a joke although he gets a bit worked up when I talk about his ass. I really really respect him you know, I told him many times but I feel I should tell him again. I hope to see him and Maddie soon. I really miss him."

Evan: "MADDIE!! MADDIE!! I thought Rafa proposed I was ready to say yes to be his best man! It's serious though I lost every chance I had with him, every hope forever gone 😭😭😭 unless..."

Courtney: "@Maddie I am so happy he got you the ring, Rafa is so thoughtful, I am really happy he found you and that you found him, you both deserve all the happiness 🥰. Evan does that too, he whispers very naughty things whenever he can. I'll never get used to it."

Evan: "All jokes aside tell Rafa I love him and I am happy for him. I will call him later"

Evan: "@Emillie @Asuka you two are wild, that is why I like you 🤣"

Courtney: "You're pics are so cute girls, if I didn't know any better I would think you were always like this, cute and romantic 😂 I am always in awe when I look at you. @emillie will you record the dildo song for me?"

Evan: "We'll come soon enough to visit hopefully! Get ready and stay sexy 😏 Also @Juju WTF Those shower pics! Polpettina is staring avidly, she is sure Izzy bit down on that ass cause no one could resist. As we all know she as a biting problem 🤣 This is all for now, I think we will now go back to ghosting you. Courts needs hugs and I need some sleep."

Maddi Madpie hearted all the pictues

Maddi Madpie: "Polpettina!!! POLPETTINA!!🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷 AHHHH i dont know what it means but its so cute!!!you guys are the fucking cutest WEARING MY COLOR! YOU GUYS ARE IN PINKKKKKKKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! @Smokey Quartz MY LOVELY LOVELY YOU LOOK SO GOOD IN PINK T-T OMG OKAY I HAVE TO SHOW MY UGLY SICKLY FACE BECAUSE OF PINK!! 💕💗💞💓🌸💘🌷🎀💄🐽👚🩷👛🦩🐖🩰🎟️AHHHH!. BUT I WILL SAY MY HAIR IS FALLING IN SUCH A CICHE WAY! I DONT KNOW!"

Maddi Madpie: " Sickly baby @Smokey Quartz but don't apologize at all.. honestly i got sick so i've been feeling a lot of anxiety and isolation. As you can see no Rafa.. I don't want to get him sick, since he somehow has the immune system of an elder XD. But i miss him.... UGHHH I spend 99.99% of my time with him 1% with work, yogi baby which she doesn't want to be around me... she is under my bed instead... but yeah and also friends but all the rest of the time i am with my grizzly bear and i miss himmmm T_T I'm envious. yes thank you😭🩷🥹 i wear it everyday..... 💅🏻I am very happy we chose each other... T-T wahhh i missss himmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! OOOHHHH BUT.BUT.BUT BUT.BUT!!!!!! @ Evan... I am about to send some pictures BUT YOU HAVE TO PROMISE! You can't say anythinnnngggggg or I'll get punished.... actually..... maybe do tell him.. I need help sweating this fever out at some point.BUT ANYWAY WITHOUT FURTHER WITH HOLDING! I BEHOLD THE HOLY GRAIL"

Maddi Madpie: "......... i told him I missed him and he sent me these..... of the course of days i been deadly... WHEN I SAY I WAS BOTH SHOCKED AND JUST FUCKING GUSHING! i was gushingggggggggg HE SENT ME HIS ASS!!! @ Evan HE SENT ME HIS BEAUTIFUL PLUMP PERFECTLY SLAPPABLE LUCIOUS HAIRY, GOD I WANT TO GRIP THEM CHEEKS!! !!! LOOK AT IT ! @ Evan and yes your eyes are correct... HE IS WEARING THE GIFT😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍! now let me just give some backstory.. we got the box of goodies which by the way heheheheh i love you guys.. but he was very against them at first found them a "of course evan would send me this..." so i gave him an offer he couldn't refuse.. and he decided to literally TAKE ME OUT..... wearing the daddy shirt i bought him because i found it funny 🤣🩷 him wearing a fucking DADDY shirt 🩷🩷 mmmm but just look at him... !! "

Jujubug HEARTED all the pictures

JujuBug: " @Smokey Quartz @Evan my bbysssssss gooood!!! I'm so glad you guys went on vacation and had some you time.. Izzi and I are craving more now than ever ... things have been just chaotic honestly so PLEASE PLEASE enjoy it!!!! @Maddi Madpie.... one question😤. WHY THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU NOT ON THAT MAN??? BECAUSE YOUR SICK ?? GET OUT OF HERE !! YOU GUYS WILL SHARE SHIT ONE DAY AND WILL BE AROUND EACH OTHER WHEN YOUR SICK! JUST JUMP THE GUN! Jesus.... if Izzi sent me pictures like that BEST BELIEVE I AM DROPPING EVERYTHING! THAT MAN IS ZADDY! speaking of my lovely love of god izzi is fucking sexy.@ Blue Smurf and @ Izzi Frizzi are in a photo shoot for a side project Asuka is doing... and guys... GUYS! I can't wait for @ Asuka Lovely to post them! AHHHH i am wet.. that's all I am going to say"

Maddi Madpie: "@ Jujubug.. because ...... 🫣🫣but Em.... in a photoshoot... holy shit she must really fucking love Asuka and i know Asuka dressed her up too XD HA!and Izzi I don't even know what to expect."

JujuBug laughed at Maddi Madpie's response

JujuBug: "@ Maddi Madpie you have no fucking idea......."

2 hours later

Asuka Lovely is Online

Asuka Lovely: "Oh shit... 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 I open this and all I see is such sexy faces allllllll around WHAT A PERFECT TIMING! BUT FIRST @ Smokey Quartz cutie pie shhhh you do no wrong in our eyes. you are perfect <3 @ Evan you are tan and pink hehehehe you are giving me surfer beach kid hahaha it's cute you guys are absolutely fucking MMMMPPPPFT! Let us be in the sammmmwhicccchhhhh T_T @Maddi Madpie girlie I agree with @ Jujubug .... WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DENY YOURSELF THAT! HOLY HELL THAT'S FULLY WHAT HE IS HIDING ?? DAMN, I MEAN... YEAH NO DAMN. you are ridiculous for not letting that man take care of you...! GET IT TOGETHER AND JUST LOOK AT THOSE PICTURES AGAIN! but ill brb i have to get these pictures edited and then I'll share :3"

Maddi Madpie: " OH @ Evan Rafa said you have a phone use it. i think that means in Rafa language you can just text him and tell him that yourself and not go through me because he honestly does not want to say out loud that he loves you too XD Even though we did have a conversation about your guys friendship last night.. and i can tell he loves you too. you are one of his closest friends and is very happy that you grew up and got the girl too :3 you guys been through some things too, but Just don't tell him I told you that.. or I won't hear more hahaha unless you tell me when you come visit :D "

JujuBug: "Awwww.....wait oh my god he is just moving up on the one of the best humans to ever walk this earth... you can always tell someone just genuinely loves someone when they are just happy that the person grew.. that's deep T_T Maddiii Marry him.. MARRY HIM!"

Maddi Madpie: " @ JujuBug... I..."

JujuBug: "i know @ Maddi Madpie you should tell him"

Asuka Lovely: "My sexy sexy SEXY SEXY BABY I MEAN when I tell you how i had to learn how to breathe while taking these.... I had to learn how to breathe... Em gave me the eyes... and worked her outfit.. she hated it for a good while. literally said why the fuck would i want a string so far up in my fucking kidneys... dumbass... i can't stand her sometimes.. BUT i think my reactions were fuelling her... i don't blush like EVER! and Em made me flustered... my knees buckled... my throat was dry.. it was like my ever-longing crush glazed my fucking way type shit... <.< SHE IS ANNOYING!! WHY IS SHE HOT!?"

Maddi Madpie: "I don't even know how to react because is that my best friend. duh of course it is BUT LIKE ACTUALLY???!!! you put her in a sexy fucking outfit honestly I know for a fact she loved the harness."

Asuka Lovely laughed at Maddi Madpie's comment.

Asuka Lovely: "SHE DID that and the boots XD hated the colors hated the fact she had to be in this Christmas-themed one. but i told her to suck it up or I won't dance for her."

Maddi Madpie hearted Asuka Lovely's comment

TMaddi Madpie: "She is fucking ridiculous oh my god only Emillie 😂😂🤣OKAY NOW LETS SEE IZZI BECAUSE IM CURIOUS... LIKE REALLLLLY CURIOUS AFTER SEEING EM."

Asuka Lovely: "LORD AND BEHOLD."

Maddi Madpie: "🤯🤯😱😱HOLY SHIT! WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT IS THAT IZZI ?!?!?!?! @ JujuBug"

JujuBug: "YES THAT IS MY LOVE!!!! IN A FUCKING THONG THIGH HIGHS AND HEELS AND MAKEE UP! Izzi wanted to be spooky but also go with lingerie.... i had to do some convincing... A LOT OF IT... BUT IZZI GAVE US BODYYYYYYYYYYYYY !!! THATS MY FUCKING BABY ! THATS MY STAR!!!! I want them to keep it on.. for science..... you know... just run some tests.... a lot of themmm...."

Asuka Lovely: "Honestly Izzi shocked all of us... they worked the camera and didn't seem shy about it at all.... i don't know what the agreement was between them and juju but this was a HIT!"

Maddi Madpie: "Just know I'm sending all of these to Rafa👀👀”

JujuBug: "By the end of my wedding he will be in this chat i don't give a fuck. 😤😤he won't be able to say no to me."

Maddi Madpie: "Good fucking luck.... that the one thing he is so strongly about not being a part of at all...😅 i think its cause we blow it up quite frequently😎🩷 he is my grizzy bear fo a reason, solo hermit mode."

JujuBug: "well i am persasive and it can be my wedding present."

JujuBug: "Any way we love you guys and I hope everyone recovers well 💜oh I took my hair out 😉”

Maddi Madpie: "........... @ Everyone .... talking about Rafa made me cave.......🫣🫣🫣 i needed my grizzly bear😩he even brought me my favorite food and stopped to get me coffee from my favorite coffeeshop.. not including all the kisses and hugs i instantly received. and he said i was super cutie all sniffly 🥹🩷🩷oh oh oh andddd including looppppyyy meds so hehehe i am currently laying on him and he is cozy, i like rubbing my noise against his chest ha-"

Maddi Madpie: "Madalyn is going to bed."

Blue Smurf: “@ Smokey Quartz yes I will most definitely record the dildo song for you 😘”

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