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tac-the-unseen · 5 months

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I love all ur blog sm!! Can I ask abt something with the slashers (specially Thomas <3) with an foreigner!reader that don't quit speak english very well and normally forget words?

(Sorry if something is spelled wrong, English is not my native language lmao)

Absolutely, I can!

And because the request didn't specify, this fic will strictly be about speaking a foreign language.

Sorry if this is inaccurate! I'm a native English speaker and don't know many who aren't. Sorry in advance!!

Slashers x Foreigner!Reader

Micheal Myers:

•This man will act like he doesn't care but in reality he's so intrigued. (It might be why you're still alive)

•He’ll spend his time watching you practice your pronunciation and recognition patterns, like it's a movie.

•Is he a bit mean about it? Yes. Will he laugh? Probably.

•If you find yourself not knowing what certain words are and stumble around until you find the right word, You'd be surprised at how patient he is.

•If you are very new to the English language he'll secretly get you flash cards and stash them into a place he knows you'll find them

•Despite everything, if you ask him for help, he will help. He might be mute but he can write and use TV to aid you.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Stu is already romanticizing your language, but instead of using the actual name of your language, he calls it “Talking pretty to me”

•Billy asks if you want any text books or study equipment to help you on your English speaking journey

•Both boys are a surprising help! Stuttering trying to articulate what you mean? They've already jumped in to, A) help save you some of the embarrassment, and B) give you time to think about what you're trying to say.

•Someone making fun of you? They're either dead or a social outcast by the end of the week.

•Are you struggling to remember a certain word? These boys are willing play charades until you figure it out. And they won't drop it either, Stu says ‘It’s bad to give up when you've already come so far.’

•Over all it's not so bad (Stu 100,000,000% uses Google translate to figure out how to say ‘i love you’ in your native language)

Thomas Hewitt:

•When both of you met, he had never met an actual foreigner before.

•He knew people travel around and occasionally some valley girl would end up in their small town, But someone from a whole different part of the world?

•His interest in you spiked the moment he heard your accent

•Thomas has so many questions but doesn't know how to ask you

•With him being mute and your struggles with English, It's not the easiest relationship. In the end both of you just end up pointing at things and making noises to get your point across.

•Absolutely loves to listen to you speak in your native language, Even if he'll never understand it.

•When he's first trying to court you, he leaves you slightly damaged flowers (he struggled to pick them) to communicate his affection.

•even with a language barrier, he's gonna love you like no one ever could

Bubba Sawyer:

•He had no idea people outside of America existed

•When You fell into the palm of Texas and his brothers found you failing to remember the word for your favorite snack, They knew you would be an easy target.

•When they kidnapped you and brought you to the basement so Bubba could chop you up, he was fascinated by the way you desperately tried to beg him not to kill you.

•It ended in a huge fight in the family, But he got everyone to let you live a bit longer.

•Sits Criss Cross applesauce while you speak for your life. You could babble about anything and he would listen intently.

•He pulls out his alphabet soup machine and spends hours typing with you. (You help him finally get past the clown level)

Bo Sinclair:

•absolute meanie, stinky poopy head about it >:(

•will mock your stutters and say stuff like “Oh come ON! The word is Cat! C. A. T. CAT! What's so hard about that?”

•If you speak your native language around him, He thinks you're insulting him or intentionally hiding something.

•”If you could say it to my face in your language you can say it to my face again in mine!”

•The same sentiment is not shared when it involves bedroom fun

•Will eventually apologize, But that's going to take a while

Vincent Sinclair:

•As another non-speaking fellow he takes his time to make sure you two can understand each other

•He’ll mostly use body language and and little doodles to get his point across

•Stuttering over a word? He doesn't care, he'll let you work it out without any judgment!

•Want his help? He has several books, Vincent will just pull out a book he knows as the word in it, flipped to the page, and point at the word.

•Love listening to you talk, In English or not. He'll happily let you yap his ear off.

Lester Sinclair:

•Poor boy was lovestruck when he first heard you talk!

•Full on heart eyes while you explain where you're from and how you ended up here

•If you end up fumbling on a word he'll start shouting out potential words for what you're trying to say.

•Example: “and then I had too…uh…um..” “Run? Pee? Eat? Were you hungry? Are you hungry right now?”

•So helpful, I know

•But the guy is already googling restaurants based off your native cuisine. He's got the date set up.

•”It's no biggie, I'm a native English speaker and I still can't get it right!”

Billy Lenz:

•Billy 100% understands the struggle of finding the right word to say

•He can't stop stuttering himself, so when you start stuttering you kind of reinforce us in his brain that you were meant to be together

•He feels like he can bond with you over it, and even feel safer around you knowing that you also mess up

•the thing is if you start stuttering, he'll start stuttering. If you can't get it by God he will.

•”W-we can't bo-oth be wrong.”

Brahms Heelshire:

•this man will 100% try to learn your language as soon as he finds out you're a foreigner

•That man has a huge library, there's bound to be at least one book written in your mother tongue

•He spends a lot of time practicing your native language so he can speak to you more comfortably

•You already know he has children's learning books he'll pull out if you ask.

•Can't find the word you're looking for? He's already 10 books deep, he'll find it for you.

•Brahms is a well-educated man and he intends to use His years of learning to help

•If you want to take classes to better your English skills he will 100,000% throw money your way to do so.

Hannibal Lecter:

•Now Hannibal really understands

•He's a Lithuanian who learned English as a 10 year old

•He didn't struggle as much, But for the first couple of months you bet he was stumbling.

•If you're struggling with a word, He has a process of teaching you so you don't forget it again.

1) Identify what you're trying to say

2)Slowly begin to sound out the word

3)Have you recite the word a few times

4)He'll either teaches you a little tune to remember or he'll do something so you remember the moment

•Does it feel a little condescending? Yes. But it works

•He's also willing to pour an ungodly amount of money into your English education if you ask

•He'll even teach you himself in his spare time

Will Graham:

•Doesn't really know what to do, He's a bit awkward about it

•He'll also identify the word and repeat it a few times so you can get a better handle on it.

•He thinks it's a bit funny and a bit cute when you stutter or mispronounce something

•He will gently correct you and move on like nothing happened

The Lost Boys:

•holy fucking shit this is a cluster fuck, let's do this one by one

•David

-David, having been around a while, has picked up a couple languages.

-If he does know the language you're speaking he'll speak it back to you and guide you into English better than the other boys could

-If not, he'll just read your mind and tell you what you're trying to say. It's by far the easiest way to articulate what you mean.

•Dwayne

-Dwayne being just slightly younger than David has also picked up a couple languages

-It's really the same if he does know your language But with a little more verbal teaching

-If he doesn't he'll patiently wait until you figure out what you're trying to say.

•Paul

-as soon as you start to stutter over yourself Paul starts shotgunning words off

-some slightly related to the situation and others wildly out there

-”Drink? Food? Ocean? Horse? The unforgiving eyes of God and His kingdom???”

-he'll do this to confuse you and have a nice laugh

•Marko

-Marko speaks English and Italian, so if your language isn't one of those two you're kind of shit out of luck

-”Come on babe, you'll get it”

-He finds it a bit funny but still tries to help in little ways

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry if this seems hastily written together, I haven't had the request in a while so I kind of jumped at the opportunity.

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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❖ take care of me anyway // yoon jeonghan

jeonghan x gn!reader, 1.7k+ words

tags: office worker!jeonghan not rlly relevant to the plot tho, sick fic, fluff, established relationship

warnings: brief fever-induced hallucinations ig?? but theyre rlly cute, pet names, reader has a cold

notes: im sick. like, 'i have a cold' sick. and i also have another sick fic planned so uhh yeah im a little Unwell in the head too

There are ten minutes left of Jeonghan’s lunch break when you finally call him.

“Hello, my darling,” he says, his tone both parts dry and amused. “How are you?”

“Sick,” you reply, and even just that word sounds horribly bunged up. “But you knew that already, didn’t you? You called in sick for me.”

Jeonghan just hums, smiling a little as he adjusts the phone against his ear, walking down the street back to his company building. “Maybe I did.”

You don’t say anything for a moment, and he can almost hear you pouting on the other end of the line. There’s a rustling sound as you adjust yourself in bed, and he sighs.

“How sick are you?”

“Very,” you say, miserably, and then give a series of harsh, wet coughs that has him wincing. “Very sick. I only just woke up, but my head is just…” You don’t finish your sentence. Just make a very pained sound like a wounded puppy.

Jeonghan chuckles. “Gee, I wonder how you managed to get so sick. It’s not like walking home in the pouring rain without a coat makes you ill, isn’t it?”

You whine at that, upset. “Han, I told you, I was gonna call you but my phone was dead. I had no choice! Wanted to get home fast to see you,” you add in a mumble, sounding dejected.

He smiles at that. “It wasn’t like I was going anywhere, though,” he points out. “I was all comfortably squished on the couch. I wasn’t gonna disappear any time soon. You could’ve taken your time. Waited for the rain to pass.”

“Yeah, but still,” you huff petulantly, then sniff. “Can you make soup when you get back home?” you ask after a beat, and sniffle again. “And also buy some tissues? And meds? And give me cuddles?”

Jeonghan chuckles at how pitiful you sound, resisting the urge to coo. “No.”

“What?” You’re whining again, and you sound all bunged up but Jeonghan just smiles, amused. “But your darling Y/N is currently suffering the worst cold in the entire world.”

“But alas, I think my darling Y/N is the sole person to blame for this cold,” Jeonghan says, lips twitching upwards. “Don't you think so?”

“Come take care of me anyway.”

“No.”

You make a noise of discontent, sheets rustling as you shift around in bed again. “Hmph. Worst boyfriend ever. I’m breaking up with you.”

That makes him laugh, the stunned sound being pulled out of him by your deadpan tone, and he grins to himself out on the street, rounding the corner until his company building is in sight. “Whatever you say,” he singsongs. “I’ll see later, okay?”

“Whatever. Bye.” A pause. “Have a nice day.”

Jeonghan smiles as you hang up, looking fondly down at your contact name. He’s standing in front of the company entrance, now, and he has three minutes of his break left. Just enough time to get into the elevator and up to his office.

He pockets his phone, turns on his heel and traipses off to find the nearest pharmacy.

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You’ve been drifting in and out of sleep the entire day, constantly stuck in that drowsy, so-sick-that-nothing-feels-real state, and you’ve hallucinated Jeonghan coming home a total of thirteen times in the past five hours.

At least, you think it’s been five hours.

Maybe it’s been less than that.

Whatever. Time is weird.

The point is, your mind is all fuzzy and everything feels like it’s floating, so when someone who looks an awful lot like Jeonghan comes into the room, you just groan. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 has come to pay you a visit, it seems, so you just frown and give him the response that you’ve given all his other clones.

“Go away. Stop trying to sell me fish.”

Hallucination Jeonghan #14 makes a confused noise at that, walking closer to your bed, leaning over to adjust your pillows and pull you up into a more upright position.

“I don’t want your fish,” you say, just in case he didn’t hear you the first time. “Stop it.”

That makes the hallucination chuckle, and his hand comes up to your forehead.

Cold. Huh. None of the other hallucinations touched you before.

His hand drops from your forehead, swiping at the soft skin under your eyes gently, and his fingers are blessedly cool against your skin. You hadn’t realised how much you were burning up before.

“You’re really, really sick,” Hallucination Jeonghan #14 murmurs, and he sounds so concerned, before pulling out a bottle of water from one of the plastic bags he’s holding. Woah, you hadn’t even realised he was holding them. “Here, darling. Drink.”

You obediently take a sip once he uncaps the lid for you, before making small noises of distress when some of it spills down your shirt. Hallucination Jeonghan #14 (wow was it a mouthful to say, even in your head) just hushes you gently, dabbing at it with tissues that he’d procured from the plastic bags.

“It’s okay,” he says softly, and his hands take yours, clasping them around the bottle. Once you’re holding it, he gets up, and for a horrible moment, you think this hallucination is going to leave again. You kind of like this one.

“Where’re you going?” you ask, but it comes out as more of a slur of vowels. You’re not sure he understood a word.

“Drink up,” is all he says. He fishes out a packet of pills from the bag (it’s like a magic bag, you think blearily. It seems to have everything inside it). “Have these as well, okay? I’ll go make that soup you wanted.”

You nod, blinking. Dutifully, you sip the water that the hallucination has left you, because really this was one of the most gentle, doting, Jeonghan-like Hallucination Jeonghan and it kind of feels like he really does have your best interests at heart.

Unlike the other Hallucination Jeonghans, who just wanted to sell you fish. This one really seemed to care about your well-being.

You blink again, slowly.

Oh.

By the time Jeonghan comes back with a gently steaming bowl of chicken soup on a tray with a mug of tea, you're more lucid than before, pouting at him as he comes closer, having remembered his last words before you’d hung up the phone.

“You said you weren’t going to take care of me.”

Jeonghan doesn’t say anything, setting the tray on the bedside table, before sitting down on the edge of your bed, wordlessly picking up the bowl and spoonfeeding you some soup. You open your mouth easily, and he hums in approval with a smile.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let my darling be sick all alone, hm?” he says. “I can’t do that. Especially if you’re also seeing hallucinations of me who are trying to sell you fish.”

He continues feeding you soup in tiny sips, and the entire situation feels weirdly vulnerable, with you propped up on pillows and Jeonghan making small noises of approval every time you successfully swallow a spoonful. Like you’re a little baby bird, or something.

But he smiles so lovingly at you the entire time, so it’s kind of hard to feel too embarrassed.

“Well done,” Jeonghan murmurs, once you’ve finished half of the bowl. Your boyfriend is affectionate, almost overbearingly so at times, always poking you in the side or pinching your cheeks or tweaking your nose, but the softness with which he treats you right now is a whole other level of affection entirely.

Jeonghan cares deeply for you. You know that. You’ve never doubted how much he loves you, and he never gives you reason to doubt it. But still, when he smooths down your hair and strokes the back of your hand and gazes at you so gently, it makes you realise yet again that oh God, he loves you.

“We’re going to get you to finish the rest of the soup in a minute,” he says, reaching down towards the plastic bag at his feet, “but first. I wanted you to have this.”

Out of the bag, he pulls out…

A fluffy bunny plushie.

You blink, tilting your head, sniffing in confusion and also to try and unblock your bunged up nose. “What?”

“Say hi to Jjongie,” Jeonghan says. “He came up to me when I was buying your soup, and I couldn’t not bring him home.” The bunny’s pink ears flop adorably into its eyes as he holds out the soft toy to you. It even has a cream coloured ribbon around its neck. “He’s gonna keep you company whenever I can’t be here for you.”

“Oh,” you say softly, taking Jjongie from him with a smile. You rub your thumb over the soft fur of the bunny’s cheek. “He’s adorable.”

Jeonghan beams, proud. “Of course he is. He’s a me-substitute.”

You look up at him, smiling. “Han, I—” You can’t finish your sentence, too choked up. Literally. You suddenly start coughing, hand coming up to cover your mouth, and Jeonghan rushes forward with the mug of tea and an opened box of tissues that he suddenly procured out of nowhere.

“Hey, it’s okay, no need to cry over it,” he says teasingly as you glare at him, eyes tearing up from how hard you’re coughing. You accept the tissues and, when he pushes the tea insistently in you direction, you take the mug too.

“Yeah, yeah.” You blow your nose with one hand and then drink the tea, noting with a smile the subtle notes of honey in it. “Thank you,” you add, softly, looking down at Jjongie in your lap. Jeonghan really has gone out of his way for you.

Jeonghan just shakes his head, picking up the soup bowl again. “Thank me once you get better,” he says. “You can take care of me after. I’ll probably be catching your illness from looking after you.”

You grin, blowing your nose again, and even you can’t miss the way that Jeonghan watches you, eyes devastatingly fond.

“Yeah, but you’re gonna look after me anyways, aren’t you?”

Jeonghan grins, unashamedly bright. He taps the spoon against your lips, smiling wider when you sip the soup, the mug of tea in your hands, Jjongie the bunny in your lap.

“Duh. I love you too much not to.”

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slavonicrhapsody · 3 months

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ok I think I’ve played enough of the dlc where I feel like I can talk about it now and lift my spoilers embargo… overall I had SO much fun!! there’s so much to love about it and only a few things I didn’t like! more detailed thoughts under the cut:

Gameplay-wise, I thought almost every single boss was fun and rewarding to fight… my faves were Divine Beast Dancing Lion (best ost in the entire game by miles), Rellana, and Messmer. I also really loved the exploration?? My favorite kind of games are the ones where you have to sniff out every corner of the map in order to find hidden paths forward… the fact that you have to really poke around to find huge areas of the map, and how the traversal is so layered and non-linear, was THRILLING to me!! so much more interesting than the base game!!

Story-wise, what spoke to me the most was everything about the Hornsent… Belurat was my first legacy dungeon, and I was so wowed by the gorgeous unique architecture and the sheer desolation of the place that it really stayed with me. Both the environment and the Hornsent NPCs do such a great job of conveying the pain and tragedy of what happened to them, while at the same time, not simplifying them into some kind of faultless utopia… their society was proud and harsh and cruel (not just to others, but to their own people), but it was also bursting with art and culture, and it was home to everyday people who made delicious stew for their loved ones:

“Scorpion simmered in a black soup. Traditional meal of the hornsent. Once made with love by a certain elderly woman for the family table. Having long gone cold, this soup gives off a rank, sour smell.”

Some of my very favorite NPCS were the Hornsent Grandam and Hornsent (the guy); I thought their quests told such poignant stories about loss and the meaning of justice and revenge (I especially think Hornsent’s quest complements Marika’s story so well!!). The way they portrayed this civilization’s downfall was so beautiful and tragic!

Also the fact that the NPCs talk during combat is SO GOOD??? At first I was kind of annoyed that I had to summon Hornsent for Messmer’s boss fight to do his quest, but in the end I was so glad I did because his dialogue during and after the fight is incredible!! plus the NPCs talking to EACH OTHER during the Leda invasions?? and need I mention IGON… this is the real best new addition they made to the game

Now for the one big fat thing I didn’t like….

so I had actually heard about the leaks before playing the game and was like ok. if this is true theyre gonna have to really justify this to me because my initial impression is uhhh. lol??? And now that I can confidently say that I’ve combed the game top to bottom for pieces of this story, I really dont think the game succeeds at justifying Radahn’s appearance?

What I mean by “justify” is that, in my opinion, if you’re gonna bring back a fan-favorite character who was previously dead, and not have it come off as cheap fanservice, it needs to feel like this character’s presence matters — that they have the necessary buildup, that their appearance has a significant weight to it, and that their screentime fleshes them out as a person in a meaningful way. I don’t think the dlc achieves this at all with Radahn. Yes, his appearance is directly foreshadowed if you do Freyja and Ansbach’s quests, but it isn’t enough to just state in advance that he’ll show up… my problem is that, even with these NPCs’ dialogue, Radahn feels like a total non-person. We hear almost nothing about what his thoughts or feelings about this situation might’ve been (just Freyja’s assertion that he would have approved of “endless war, to invigorate the soul”). We get plenty of insight into Miquella’s character because there’s so much material about him, but there just isn’t the same investment into Radahn’s character, which makes his triumphant return fall really flat for me.

I think for me what would’ve appropriately justified Radahn returning is if Freyja gave us more details about who Radahn was as a commander during the Shattering… like, some jumping-off point to really get a sense of what his motivations might’ve been… OR, they could’ve even added another Redmane NPC with views on Radahn that conflict with Freyja’s (there is literally a minor boss, the Red Bear, who was stated to have been a Redmane!!!)… what’s still a mystery is why Malenia tried to kill Radahn, and why he resisted, and the DLC doesn’t give us any concrete information about Radahn’s actions or goals during the Shattering that would have caused this. They don’t have to spell it out for us!! I just needed SOME attempt to engage with Radahn’s character in the DLC material if they’re literally gonna bring him back from the dead!! Because as it stands, he shows up and fights us without a word or even an expression, like a glorified action figure!!! it’s LAME!!!!!

totally loved the DLC except for that part. anyway stan Elder Inquisitor Jori

#shadow of the erdtree spoilers #<- still gonna tag spoilers but I don’t care about seeing spoiler content myself anymore

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beansmack2021 · 7 months

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All For You (Human!Alastor x Daughter! Reader)

TW: Implied cannibalism, mentions of murder, blood, mentions of snakes, mentions of vomit

Alastor would be a great father, even with his serial killer tendencies

It was raining a bit. Whenever it rained, Y/N's father insisted that the two sit in the living room and listen to the radio together. He'd read the paper while she'd finish yet another novel.

Alastor was a kind and loving father. Y/N would come home from school to venison on the stove top. He'd plant a kiss on her forehead and she'd put her schoolbag in her room before returning to the table for dinner.

She'd never suspected that there was a monster wearing her father's skin.

She was feeling under the weather, her skin hot to the touch. She'd gone to see the school nurse, who told her that she should go home early. Y/N stumbled along, dizzy and warm, and was short of breath by the time she'd finally made it home.

She opened the door, expecting to see her father on the sofa, reading the paper and listening to the radio. She dropped her bag on the floor with a loud thud. Her father wasn't on the sofa. He was on his knees, on the floor, carving up a human carcass.

He looked up at her, smile never once leaving his face. "Hello, dear! You're home early." He stood up, hands still bloody, and walked over to the sink. He scrubbed at his palms with soap, dried them on a dishrag, and walked over to where she still stood, staring open-mouthed at what looked to be the dead body of the man that lived down the street.

"Daddy, what... what is this?" She didn't flinch as Alastor squatted a bit so their faces would be more level.

"Your cheeks are awfully rosie, darling. Are you feeling alright?" Y/N shook her head. Alastor put his palm to her forehead and frowned. "Seems you have a fever. Straight to bed with you, young lady. I'll make some soup for dinner."

How could he not acknowledge the scene his daughter had walked into? He'd pretended that everything was completely fine, nothing out of the ordinary.

Alastor ushered her down the hallway, to her bedroom, and tucked her into bed. He put his hand to her head again, and she couldn't help but close her eyes and sigh with relief at how cold his palms felt. "Would you like me to bring you a damp cloth, dear?"

Anything to get him away from her. She decided, in her sickly haze, that she wasn't well enough to fight him off. She needed to bide some time. She needed to seem unbothered by what she'd seen.

Alastor stood from the edge of her mattress and went to the kitchen, where she could hear the water running. He came back, put the washcloth on her forehead, and told her he'd be back later with medicine and her supper.

She nodded and hummed. She wanted desperately to stay awake, to stay conscious so that she could be aware of whatever her father might do, but she couldn't help slipping into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, it was darker outside. She felt a shiver down her spine and pulled the cloth from her forehead, dropping it on the floor next to her bed. She coughed hoarsely and heard a knock at the door before Alastor slipped into the room.

"Hello, darling. How are we feeling?" Y/N stayed silent, not sure she could trust herself enough not to say "terrified to be in the same room with my murderer father."

"Well, I brought you some soup. It's vegetable broth and ground meat." Y/N had the briefest thought slip through her mind that her father might be trying to serve her the man that she'd seen on the ground earlier and felt sick again.

"Daddy, I'm gonna be sick," she managed to rush out. Alastor quickly grabbed the pail by her bedside and held it up for her. She threw up into the bin and teared up a bit as her father soothed her. He was so good to her, how could he be such a terrible monster? How could her father be a killer?

"I don't think you're quite ready for my soup, dear. Maybe it's time for some medicine."

Y/N nodded, watching her father leave the room, and realized this might be her one and only chance to escape and tell someone what her father has done. She threw her legs over the side of the bed, forcing herself to sit upright. She wanted to throw up again, but she needed to get out and her father would hear her retching, run in and stop her.

She stumbled down the hall and through the back door. She took off running into the woods that surrounded her home, feeling worse by the minute as her head pounded and her weak lungs took in air. She just needed to make it through the woods and to the morning.

She suddenly heard her father call out to her into the open and air and her blood went cold. She knew he'd follow her. She knew he'd know her plan. She wasn't just running anymore. She was being chased.

Her head was throbbing now, and her feet were cut open by sharp stones that littered the ground in the forest. She could hear twigs snapping behind her and knew that her father was gaining on her. She risked a glance back and saw him less than one hundred feet away.

"Y/N! Dear, you're not well! Please!"

Y/N faced forward and realized too late that she was coming up on a massive upended root. She fell forward, landing on her forearm. She screamed as she felt a bone snapping.

"Y/N!" It was odd, really. Finding out that her father was a murderer had absolutely ruined Y/N, but she didn't expect him to care for her when she was injured while trying to tell the world his crimes.

She hadn't stopped screaming before she felt the snake bite her ankle. Her father finally caught up to her, and she gasped in pain. She could feel her throat closing.

"Da-Daddy. Daddy, help. It h-hurts."

Alastor pulled the young girl into his lap, rocking her as tears filled his eyes.

"Baby girl, why did you run? You know I'd never hurt you."

She clawed at her throat as she could feel it closing. She was running out of time, and Alastor knew it.

"I did it for you, Y/N. All of those people. They were bad. I was making the world better for you. My baby. I love you, so so much. Please don't leave me."

Y/N's vision blurred and darkened, and she tried to croak out an "I love you", but nothing came out. The last thing she heard before her eyes closed for good was the sound of a gun firing from close by.

#hazbin hotel x platonic reader #alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #x reader #platonic #alastor being a good dad

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alexxncl · 6 months

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 33 SPOILERS‼️

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slight og lesson 16 spoilers

normal and hard spoilers

see i knew he wouldn't rat them out completely. he completely left out the details of the pacts and feeling used and would've taken the blame if mc and solomon hadn't stepped in to fully explain the situation

(i made a whole post about time soup here)

omg in-game name drop the devs remember the lore

i hate mephisto. have i mentioned how much i hate mephisto? bc i hate him /j

in all seriousness, we love a petty bitch. but why is it his WHOLE personality. that, and ass kissing. like we get it, you love diavolo and wanna date him and kiss him and hug him blah blah blah STAND UP

satan :((((

i wonder if he feels remnants of homesickness that he can't recognize as homesickness bc of the way he was formed. what if he's feeling homesickness right now in the timeline mc is from and is now able to understand how his brothers felt after the fall?

what if this is the first time the boys in the og timeline have felt homesick since the fall? yes, mc has left before, but there was always a guarantee that they'd return, or at least a possibility that mc could summon them. but now? there's no guarantee, and there's a time crunch

ASMO 😭 they're so unserious i love them

levi thinking he was gonna die trying to apologize and dia standing there like 🧍🏾

oh they definitely know. and if both dia and barbatos don't know, barbatos obviously knows. bc why else wouldn't barbatos suggest portaling mc to the human world himself? and i bet lucifer's wondering the same thing given his confusion on how fast the conversation came and went

got to see my wife, i can die happily now

WHY IS THERE NO AFFINITY FOR HER GODDAMN IT

or the other side characters ig but i care about her more

SEE SEE I TOLD YOU!!! nightbringer you sneaky bitch

oh that's scary...real scary. if belphie's got lucifer this fucked up, how strong are his powers ??

WAR FLASHBACKS

also this means he didn't lose control of his powers, he's choosing to only subdue his brothers, which is even scarier imo. like there's no way mc doesn't have some kind of ptsd from what happened in lesson 16 of the og game

imagine seeing your best friends, your found family, your partner(s) sobbing over your dead body while someone you thought you trusted is maniacally laughing at the scene, proud of murdering you

and then imagine the same person lunging for you to try and kill you after he already killed another version of you

and then imagine this

what if he wants to hurt them again? what if he wants to lock them in the attic he claimed to know nothing about in the earlier lessons? what if he feels some strange connection and sense of familarity related to it, some strange invisible force pulling him towards it and making him do the very thing that happens to him in the future?

and then BAM, they get dragged into his mindscape against their will, unsure if they'll make it back out alive, if they make it out at all

as a certified mammon lover ofc i had to put my 2 cents in

i really, really wish we got more moments of him in big brother mode. we know he cares about his brothers and will do any and everything to protect them and give them what they need, even if it means being the butt of every, and i mean every, joke

but i'm also scared that the devs are gonna use this as a way to paint belphie's breakdown on him like they did with levi's, and like they do with literally every other inconvenience or negative incident that happens in the game. every time mammon does something good, every time he tries to help, he still ends up being the butt of the joke. i just hope we can move past that with the end of belphie's breakdown

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decolonize-the-everything · 7 months

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Okay, I'm also a little on the confused train. I vote third party and independent in my local elections when their policies (as they often are) are better than the local democrats. I vote for some local democrats when they, as in my community they happen to be, black activists who organized the entire of the blm movement in my city and then moved to campaigning for city council and stuff. I participate in mutual aid, I use my free time to bake bread for, and then deliver the bread and naltrexone to unhoused encampments. I advocate for every school in my area to teach actual native history. I distribute land back and esims for gaza pamphlets all over my city. I volunteer at soup kitchens a couple times a month, ect. I "donate" monthly "rent" to the tribes on whos land i live. I am currently at the least protest voting uncommitted in my states primary.

But like, I do bump up against... I don't want to vote for Biden. But if Trump wins, he's states he's going to put his everything into not only the genocide in Palestine, but hella racist internal policies beyond what we already have, stripping voting rights, stripping any existing social safety nets, removing anit hate crime protections, ect

So like. Yes. I am thinking about how indigenous communities would be impacted, at least in the short term. Among many others.

My final vote isn't decided yet

Do you really think it will prevent harm to vulnerable people to risk another trump term?

Not trying to be an asshole, asking you bc I respect you

*scare quotes are to imply that I think that language is shallow and not useful but I don't know what else to say

Please don't block me I'm being completely sincere about being deeply empathetic to your anger and share in it, but also confused and scared about the right course of action and the reasoning behind it

My opinions stem from my own organizing and activism.

I think it's going over a lot of heads that the same way we organize for landback or BLM and leave zines around to have progress in dismantling those, we ALSO need to be organizing behind 3rd party candidates to dismantle the 2 party system.

Like how helpful would it be to Any of those causes if someone said that instead of organizing for landback or donating or helping houseless people you should just vote for Biden?

That'd be ridiculous. Biden doesn't have any intention of significantly helping with any of those things and he's no substitute for the activism that's being done or still needed right?

So why are we as organizers accepting this logic when it comes to one of the most powerful positions in the world?

Why are we settling and saying he's the "realistic" choice and accepting it when we Know there are other options and avenues because we've Already worked in them?

I don't understand this and if You could shed some light I would in All Honesty appreciate it.

It's ACTUALLY confusing as hell to me that people I respect and work with and see as peers and comrades think that harm reduction is the best way to vote. It's confusing that instead of advocating for other avenues and educating people about other options or working for 3rd party campaigns or leaving educational zines around throughout election cycles and campaigns..... They say they're just gonna vote for Biden.

Yeah Trump sucks. I'd never deny that. I'd never deny he's dangerous. I just Also don't see how Blue Fascism is different from Red Fascism. It's all fascism and idk why we think Blue Fascism is an acceptable trade off when we literally Do Not have to keep making this trade.

The fact so many of us regularly feel like we don't have a choice is a testament to democracy already being dead, you know? Idk what we're saying 'yeah but the other fascists could be worse so let's just keep our heads down' as leftists.

I'm gonna be very real here, my concern is the future of humanity at this point. Point blank. White supremacy is an evil ideology that has harmed every person it touches while also making sure they help perpetuate it. In the last 5 years I've watched Nazis come back, several genocides, climate change and the death of winter, and police kill a man trying to protect a forest. Our president is more concerned with his campaign than the people he's killing or the families he's exploiting to do it.

Someone is going to have to risk something in order to stop a machine this big from killing all of us. The earth my child is going to inherit is going to be unrecognizable to me. She'll be lucky if she's never a climate refugee, just as it's Only luck that she's here in the first place after the USA tried to kill off the native Americans.

My concern is Everyone. And I know it seems backwards as hell to risk something so awful, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices to have something better.

I'd give anything to save my daughter from the future she's currently on track to inherit. And that doesn't mean that I don't love her. It's a testament to how much worse I genuinely believe things will get if we continue down this path accepting anything As Long As It's Not As Awful As It Could Be.

We would lie down and Vote to have robot dogs surveil our neighborhoods for immigrants and drag queens at this point "as long as it's not trump" and doesn't that terrify you more than he does?

It terrifies me.

There's no way that's harm reduction when we are NOT being harmed that way right now. That's Increasing the harm. A harm guarantee that you were tricked you into signing under threat of something worse.

#asked #answered #electoral politics #trump #leftist #socialist #anarchist #communist

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petrifiedperi-au · 1 month

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Holy ok ok ok so I just read your dev having trouble with being around Cosmo and Wanda but I bring you a different approach. What if he is mad at them! Trying to shift some of this huge amount of guilt because at least he went to Peri! His own parents left him alone to die. (I can’t remember if you said if they actually knew where he was or not)

Oh lordy oh ok gewze imagine Dev having this moment of realising he has something in common with Peri because he sees his parents as neglecting him. How sad would that make Dev? To realise how much guff he gave Peri cause he thought Peri couldnt relate at all. So he pushed him away but then thinking how wrong he was and how Peri did understand. (Even though we know cosmo and wanda are nothing like Dale and really did love Peri just saw a different priority) but the potent agnst of Dev having a miss understanding of it. Everytime Peri tries to deny it Dev relates. Everytime Cosmo and Wanda gush over Peri makes Dev fume because he sees it as all a show. He thinks he knows how it is behind closed doors. Even if hes actually wrong. It could really help them bond. Until Dev finally sees hes wrong and it’s gonna make a huge rift between them as he blames Peri for pretending to have a bad relationship with his parents. Probably saying it was to “mock” Dev or something.

On another note. Do you think Peri would actually be upset that his parents decided to save fairyworld instead? Maybe rationally he tells himself it was the better choice. That it was what ended up bringing him back. It was what saved all the other fairies who take priority. Hes just one guy. But thats still gonna hurt. Knowing your own parents can and have picked the masses over you. Knowing you arent worth the world to them. Of course he wouldnt actually expect them to choose him but maybe deep down he wanted them to? Idk im loosing it cause I just got off ruff 12hr shift at work lol.

Hope this isnt too off the money for your au I just really enjoy angst

~hollys fairy hell

[AU info here!]

OOOOHHH... THIS IS INTERESTING. WHILE C&W DIDN'T KNOW THAT PERI DIED, DEV BEING ANGRY BECAUSE OF THAT IS... OUGH. I think it DOES check out, actually. Feeling angry that they didn't even KNOW their son died, the blame being shifted to help ease the guilt... IT MAKES SENSE, AND IT'S IN CHARACTER.

He's seen their relationship before, and he knows that they're all such a genuinely happy family, and that makes him feel not ONLY GUILTIER, but MORE FRUSTRATED, MORE ANGRY. Their own son DIED, in front of HIM, and they DON'T EVEN KNOW.

HEAR ME OUT... DEV NOT KNOWING THAT C&W DON'T KNOW UNTIL PERI MENTIONS IT. Him assuming that they ALREADY told their parents, and that's why he was absent for a few days. THE GUILT SHIFTING INTO A MISDIRECTED ANGER ONCE PERI MENTIONS THAT THEY DON'T KNOW AND THAT THEY WANT TO KEEP IT FROM THEM... of COURSE, the guilt is still there, but it blends in with the other feelings and it's a Very Complicated Feeling Soup.

THE MISUNDERSTANDING IDEA IS NEAT... AND IN-CHARACTER. I don't know for SURE how I'd implement it [because my brain is very picky about the things I add, and I am too...], make it go, and ALL those good, delicious, juicy things, BUT BUT it will go on the backburner of thoughts. Specifics would probably just come to me randomly at 2 am like they have been lately gHDLSHSLHD 😭

WITH THE LAST PART... PERI DOESN'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED SPECIFICALLY. He was DEAD, after all, and SURE, he'd probably find out via things being talked about, BUT, GENERALLY, I DON'T THINK THEY ADDRESS OR THINK ABOUT THOSE THINGS.

Hazel's Wish fixed EVERYTHING that happened in the episode, and I talk about how the whole Millio Wishes Thing worked here, actually! I have a vague idea of how things go with Peri after they come back, but I don't have any set in stone ideas yet/there's no established timeline. I think... THEY don't even know at first, they're just confused at the fuzzy gaps in their memory and then, once they get a closer look at themself and the GHOST thing happens [when they're alone] and all that... THEN they put details together and realize they They Fucking Died.

WHICH... PERI DOESN'T UNPACK THAT. NOT MUCH, ANYWAY. The finale ends as usual, with the motorcycles and all that— that's BEFORE he realizes there might be something off. DO YOU GET ME... LIKE...

THE ENDING ESTABLISHES THAT THINGS ARE OK AND NORMAL BUT THEN AFTER THE EPISODE, THEY GO BACK TO THEIR HOUSE/ROOM/C&W'S HOUSE [ALONE] AND THEN THAT IS WHEN HE KIND OF REALIZES HE FEELS OFF AND WEIRD. AND... OUGH. YEAH.

SORRY I'M... GETTING OFF TRACK. I don't think he'd be upset, not in that way, at least, given the circumstances. I DON'T KNOW IF THIS MAKES SENSE OR IF IT'S JUST WORD SOUP I'M SO SORRY I JUST WOKE UP LIKE AN HOUR AGO. I am throwing words at the wall and hoping they make sense HDJDDGKDDUI 😭

#anonymous #ask #au info #petrified!peri au #fop au #fairly oddparents #fairly oddparents a new wish #fairly oddparents: a new wish #fop #fop a new wish #fop: a new wish #fop:anw #periwinkle fairywinkle cosma #cosmo fairywinkle cosma #wanda fairywinkle cosma #dev dimmadome

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myconidwitch · 9 months

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EVERYONE, PLEASE HELP ME CONSTRUCT THE NOELLE RAIL LINE OVER HERE:

i need it so that i have safer ways of transporting my soup, and can also transport myself outside of my region (which, for those of you who don't know, has a spell on it which forbids anybody outside of it to know important things about it like location and stuff, which is a problem because normally the only way to get in is teleportation, but i can't do that if i don't know where the destination of the teleportation is located)

myconid witch wizardblr lore:

noelle merianda was the name of a human girl in a town called fand'quer. she had a father whom she loved deeply. one day, her father fell extremely ill. upon finding out about this, noelle immediately tried to find a way to cure him of his illness. she tried medication after medication, but nothing worked. she became so desperate, that she started learning witchcraft, specifically magic soup, in order to heal him. she eventually found a recipe that would work, and attempted to make it. before noelle could finish this stew, her mother found out about it, and was not very pleased. noelle's town has a bit of a history with witches, and upon finding out her daughter was practicing witchcraft, her mother threw noelle out of the house, against the father's wishes. the only thing she was allowed to bring with her was the large pot she used to attempt to make the soup. noelle had to run into the bog near her village, unless she wanted to be executed for witchcraft. she found the tower of a long dead wizard, where she sought refuge. noelle began studying wizardry in that tower, so that she could protect herself against whoever was inside that bog. after spending about 10 years in that tower, eldritch fungi began enveloping her body, slowly replacing it with eldritch flesh. noelle made a decision to never practice witchcraft ever again, due to it being the reason she lost everything. after about 2 more years, she became a full fledged myconid due to all the eldritch fungi, which gave her the ability to talk with sentient mushrooms. noelle started making friends with a lot of sentient mushrooms by keeping them company and making food for them, while the sentient mushrooms in turn searched for ingredients for food. during one of their searches, noelle's favorite mushroom became sick, similar to her father, and she knew what needed to be done. she wiped the layers upon layers of dust off the old pot, and started making magic soup. she used every bit of knowledge she had about magic soup to be able to heal that mushroom. this time however, nothing got in the way, and she was able to heal them. after this, she began learning as much as she could about magic soup, having regained her love for it.

gonna keep adding other stuff onto this post as time goes on

at 150 followers i'll draw my mutuals, well at least the ones i've interacted with

↑ ok so to be more specific, since im absolutely NEVER going to get the drawing finished if i draw an actual character (i'd get demotivated before even starting lol) im gonna just have to draw something that symbolises the mutuals.

oh also the drawings will all be on one paper and be stacked on top of this absolute MONSTER of a pinned post

#wizardblr #lore

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wandabear · 1 year

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WISH YOU WERE HERE - WANDA MAXIMOFF X FEMALE READER

ㅤㅤ Summary: 17 years ago, a New Jersey high school girls’ soccer team travels to Seattle for a national tournament. While flying over Canada, their plane crashes deep in the wilderness, and the surviving team members are left stranded for nineteen months.

Jules is portrayed by Adelaide Kane. Here.

chapter warnings: smut, angst, mentions of drug abuse and death.

CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN FINALE ㅤㅤ

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Two weeks passed since the accident and since they found the cabin with the dead man inside, and nothing changed. No plane or rescue team had arrived for them, which meant that hope was dying and supplies were scarce.

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“So, do you think the guy shot himself?” One of the girls whispered. “He left some kind of note?”

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“Just that weird symbol.” Carol frowned at her somewhat disturbed. Ever since they found this man, they all had questions to ask that no one answered.

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“Maybe he couldn't stand loneliness and shot himself.” Pietro shrugged and looked at the rifle that was standing against the wall of the cabin. “We should take the rifle and try to get something to eat.”

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“Maybe it didn't want him to leave.” Jules murmured thoughtfully, looking at a fixed point among the trees. Since they arrived, she Jules had not stopped feeling a little uncomfortable there.

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“Shut the fuck up you and your ominous crap. You're going to scare everyone just because you're a little hysterical.” Grant groaned, completely sick of listing to that girl muttering weird stuff.

The man was barely holding on to a wooden crutch made from branches, but it wasn't enough to stay upright for long.

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Far from answering that with any sarcastic comment, Jules just looked away and crossed her arms a bit embarrassed.

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“Hey, don't talk to her like that again.” Natasha defended her, getting ahead of Y/N.

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“Hey, HEY! I think we should talk about the huge problem instead.” Wanda cleared her throat, trying to change the subject. “We're out of food. We're all feeling it.”

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Everyone was silent, the hunger they felt was beginning to make everything worse. Any small fight ended in shouting or bad mood.

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“Now, the good news is my father used to take me deer hunting every year as a kid.” Grant grunted and slowly, awkwardly reached for the rifle and held it up. “The bad news... yeah, I am down to one fucking leg.”

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The man clenched his jaw, trying to stay strong and keep feel that superiority, but it was more difficult when they looked at him with pity. “Which means that if we want to eat, one of you is gonna have to learn how to use this thing.”

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They all nodded, Natasha raised her hand saying that her father taught her to shoot and she was willing to teach Y/N or Pietro to do it. Maybe it took a while, but they managed to group up to go out and hunt. ㅤㅤ

That morning, Y/N, Pietro and Natasha left the cabin ready to find something to hunt. Even though neither of them seemed happy with hurting an animal, eating nothing but mushroom soup for days was starting to weigh on them.

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Many hours later, the sun was going down and Wanda began to feel anxious. She tried to convince herself that it was just because of Pietro, but deep down she knew that she also cared about Y/N. She came back with some 'clean' blankets in her arms, they had left several clothes drying outside.

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The cabin was a bit more cleaner, enough for them to stop breathing dust. As long as they all helped keep it that way. Some cheering made Wanda come out of the cabin, she finally smiled widely.

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“They did it!” Kate exclaimed happily seeing how Pietro, Y/N and Nat were carrying a deer. It didn't seem very big but enough to have food for a few days.

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Everyone came closer to see it, they seemed a little tired but definitely happy for what they had achieved.

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“Nice work, you guys.” Wanda put her hands on her hips, looking at the deer. She felt a bit sorry but she also understood that they were about to starve.

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“Yeah.” Pietro smiled broadly and placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. “It was all Y/N.”

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“She did great.” Nat smiled too, they all started screaming excited to understand that it was the first sign that they could survive in that place, without knowing what awaited them next.

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Night came and they were grateful that the beginning of autumn treated them well for now. They were all surrounding the campfire, Kate and Jennifer were in charge of roast it and distributing the pieces of meat to the girls who looked starving.

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“Are you okay?”

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Pietro's voice took Wanda from her thoughts, while she slowly ate.

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“Yeah, better now.”

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“I was so hungry.” Pietro sighed then finished his first piece of meat, reaching out for another.

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“Yeah, me too.” Wanda said as she wiped her lips. She noticed how the boy devoured the meat, so hungry, Wanda felt so guilty.

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“I'm sorry I brought you here.” She lowered her gaze. “I know you came just for me.”

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Quickly, Pietro looked up and frowned, genuinely concerned. “No, sestra. Don’t be sorry.” He put his hand on Wanda's shoulder, who kept looking at the ground. “I would never leave you alone, you know that. This is not your fault, this was an accident.”

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“Okay?” Pietro held his gaze until Wanda nodded.

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“This is good, not as good as mom’s Chicken Paprikash but good.” He pointed at the food, making her sister smile. It was all he wanted, to take a great weight off the girl's heart.

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Wanda looked up and noticed that Y/N was chatting and smiling with Jennifer. She wondered what she was talking about, what was it that made her so excited?

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“You’re close to Y/N lately.” Pietro teased, trying not to smile.

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“Yeah, is it bad?” Wanda turned to see him, she sounded a bit worried.

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“No, not at all.” The boy took a bite. “She’s nice, all these crazy women, Y/n is who I like best.”

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Wanda said nothing, just smiled tenderly and then fell silent.

The connection between the two had always been so strong, both twins were so close and although sometimes it was the object of mocks, they considered that connection something incredible.

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“Do you think they will rescue us?” Wanda asked a little more seriously this time, she needed her brother's sincerity now.

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“I don't know, Wanda. What Y/N is right about is… if they wanted to, they would already be here.” Pietro sighed, didn't want to talk about what he felt cause he didn't want to make her feel worse, but that was the truth, more than a week and they hadn’t received any kind of signal that people were looking for them.

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Not planes. No rescue helicopters. Nothing.

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“Did you apologize to Jules?” Wanda raised an eyebrow.

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“I did it.” Pietro smiled and nodded. “I think I saved her from stepping in a bear trap two days ago, and apparently, we're even.”

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“That’s good.” She smiled at the boy and squeezed his cheek, noticing how grown his beard was. “Look at you, your beard has already grown.”

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“Oh, fuck off!” He pushed her hand away and they both laughed.

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“I love you, Piet.”

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“I love you, sestra.”

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Nodding, Pietro got up so he could go check that everything was alright with the Coach Ward, who seemed to be a bit distant from the girls. Recently, Pietro was the only one Ward let near or talk to.

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Seeing that now Wanda was alone, Y/N approached, sitting next to her on that log.

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“Hi.” Wanda smiled trying to hide that strange 'joy' inside. Why was her heart beating so fast?

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“How are you doing?” Y/N asked looking at her, noticing how beautiful she looked when the fire lit those green eyes. Maybe it was because almost two weeks ago they were in that place and everything seemed to get more intense but, wow, Wanda was so beautiful.

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“I’m good, how about you? I didn't see you today.”

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“Yeah. Killed a deer today so…” Y/N sighed and lowered her gaze somewhat embarrassed. More sad than embarrassed though.

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Wanda hesitated for a moment but ended up gently squeezing the girl's hand. “I’m sorry.”

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“It’s okay, at least we have to eat. We needed this.”

ㅤㅤ The relationship with Wanda improved so much after the accident. After the fight at the party, both of them made up and improved their friendship. And Y/N was very grateful for this, although her best friends were there, the connection with Wanda was completely different.

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“Hey, you two.” Carol walked ahead of them making smooch noises, winking at Y/N.

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Y/N shook her head and noticed how Wanda quickly removed her hand, not out of embarrassment but out of fear that Y/N would be mocked because of her.

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“Hey. Do you want to go walk near the lake?” Y/N got up and stretched out her hand towards her, waiting for her to take it. “I can take the rifle if it makes you feel safer.”

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“Won't we get lost?” Wanda asked a bit worried but also an excited shine could be seen in her eyes. As if it was something forbidden and interesting, what more could they lose?

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“I know the way, Natasha owes me one so maybe she'll let us go. I found a nice place that nobody else knows about.” She turned to see how some girls kept laughing and chatting about boys now. “If you want to get away from all this mess, sure.”

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Biting her bottom lip, Wanda didn't have to think too hard. She took her hand and ended getting up. “Yeah, I would like to.”

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They managed to escape from the place without anyone seeing them, but not before telling Natasha because otherwise she would start lecturing them and that was not the idea.

ㅤㅤ Y/N took the rifle and one of the gas lamps, both walked through the trees, following a path that only Y/N seemed to know.

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“Are you sure about this” Wanda asked worriedly as they walked down the path towards the lake.

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“Every day I walk through the same place. Nat asked me to start drawing some things to make a map.” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it over.

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Wanda opened it but couldn't see much, just some lines and the cabin drawn in the middle. Y/N moved the lamp closer so she could see better.

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“I found this place when I was drawing the path to the lake and the place where the edible mushrooms grew.” Y/N kept walking and took a path to the left, behind some huge boulders. She helped Wanda so that she could climb them carefully, and after a few minutes, they both found themselves with a beautiful view of the lake and the huge starry sky above them. The moonlight made the lake look beautiful.

The trees and the boulders covered them, making it a perfect private place.

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“Y/N, this is good.” Wanda smiled widely, looking around.

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Y/N just smiled happy, both lay back on the grass watching the sky, enjoying the sound of the forest. After so many days, far from seeming creepy, they began to find some comfort in those sounds that they now recognized.

The hooting, the sound of crickets, the fluttering of birds.

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“Look at all those stars.” Wanda whispered completely gawking. “I never thought there were so many above us.”

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“Without light pollution it looks so beautiful.” Y/N sighed heavily, arms crossed behind her head. She didn't know how long it had been since they left the cabin, maybe a few minutes or an hour, she didn't know. Didn't care either.

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“Pretty.” The sokovian whispered.

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Pretty. 'That's what you are' Y/N thought when she turned to see the girl beside her.

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Wanda was so damn beautiful. Just look at those eyes, so pretty and big, curious to know everything life had to offer her. That adorable nose, she loved when Wanda scrunched it. Those lips, surely they were soft and sweet.

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“Wanda, I'd like to talk to you.” Y/N finally took courage, betting her whole heart on a single play.

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“You know you can tell me anything. What's going on?” Wanda turned to see her, worried. Y/N seemed a bit nervous, without a doubt it must be quite important.

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“I like you.” The girl released without waiting another second, leaving her heart open. But far from seeming like a confession of love, it seemed more like a release. Y/N sighed and sat up. “I'm sorry. I know you have a boyfriend, but even though it's obvious... and everyone knows it.”

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Wanda said nothing. She was surprised and not at the same time, she always knew it and she knew it right now. Every kind smile when others teased her, every laugh they shared, every word of support.

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She knew that Y/N had a crush on her, why fake it? What she didn't understand is why.

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“I thought it would be nice to tell you myself.” Y/N smiled shily, playing with her fingers. “We're lost in the woods waiting to be rescued, and I don't have the time or the strength to hide my feelings. It's so fucking tiring… so that’s it. If that makes you uncomfortable, we'll have to deal with it."

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“I'm in love with you.” Y/N breathed out deeply and closed her eyes, the secret finally out and it felt so much better.

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Silence reigned for a moment until Wanda reached out her hand, taking hers.

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“Y/N? Please, open your pretty eyes.” Wanda asked with a soft voice and a loving look. And when she finally did, the brunette asked: “Y/N, what’s my favorite song?”

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Y/N frowned, not understanding what she meant by knowing that, but the sokovian insisted.

ㅤㅤ “Umh... I've noticed that you like 'Fade Into You', I've seen you rewind your cassette twice until you get to that song.” Y/N said sincerely but then she realized that maybe it sounded like she was keeping an eye on her or something, maybe Wanda would think it's weird. She quickly added, “It's not like I see you too much.”

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But Wanda nodded slowly. “What are my favorite candies?”

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“Twizzlers. You always eat them when you get all anxious in our matches.” Y/N answered again, feeling how her heart kept beating fast but the tension faded slowly.

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Wanda finally smiled, her eyes showing the tenderness and excitement she felt.

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The times she had asked Vision that, well, the boy didn't know what to say. First he answered any popular song, and then he said 'had no idea what kind of sweets you ate because who looks at those things? I can buy you anything you want, just tell me.'

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“You really know me.” Wanda felt her eyes fill with tears, but she didn't shed any.

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“Well, yeah, that's why I like you. I do and… I wanna know more, if you let me.”

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“I like you too.” The sokovian blurted out, not caring about anything other than that moment. What else did it matter? They were in the middle of the forest, lost, trying to survive.

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And her heart just asked to be close to her, it always did, from the moment Y/N defended her from Sharon Carter.

Well, that was something Y/N didn't expect at all. With a dumbfounded face, unable to believe it, all she could say was: “R-Really?”

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“I do.” Wanda bit her lower lip, as a signal which Y/N caught perfectly. She kissed Wanda's lips in a soft first kiss, enjoying that exquisite sensation. Hearts intertwining, two teenagers completely in love.

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“Is it wrong?” The sokovian whispered against her lips, barely breaking away. She felt completely enraptured in that feeling, so different from her when she kissed Vision.

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The truth is that Vision and Wanda had never gone far, just a few little kisses and caresses. The boy tried a few times to go further but Wanda always said that she wanted to wait. Now, she felt that self-control with y/n didn't exist.

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Y/N quickly shook her head, touching softly the brunette's cheek. “I don't think liking or loving someone is wrong.” She sighed, still sharing that closeness. “So, can I keep kissing you?”

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Wanda smirked, shortening the distance to kiss again. “Good, because your kisses are so damn good.”

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Both giggled before kissing again, only the stars being the witnesses of that youthful love that was born.

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ㅤㅤNOW

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The days passed and there was no news of the blackmailer. Maybe because money cooled things down, but not the concern of all of them knowing that they were outsmarted.

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Y/N was at the hotel, visited Jules some times, especially when Natasha was working. The doctor told them that the baby was in no danger yet, that no bleeding was positive, even when Jules told that she suffered a pretty bad blow.

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Doctor Cho said that they should be more careful and that so far everything seemed fine, but later they would know better with the ultrasound at the next week.

And the secrets cooled the relationship with Nat so much that, the redhead began to suspect that perhaps her beloved wasn’t happy. The silence at night became unbearable, and sadness weighed on their hearts.

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“Jules…” Nat said as she saw the brown-eyed woman come out of the bathroom with her huge T-shirt. She no longer slept in her panties, trying to provoke her. Sex had always been a big deal to them, the passion was increased by the unconditional love they felt. “Are you going to talk to me?”

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Jules just curled up on the bed, trying to hide her face. “Everything is fine, I'm a little tired.”

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“Okay, just tell me, what the hell is going on?” Nat sat up in bed, so done with this game. She was sick of all this strange tension that had been around them for a while. “I know you're hiding something, I know you since we were eleven. You've been so stealthy with Y/N, as if you were hiding a secret... and I am not worthy of your trust.”

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“We have never been like this, Julia.” Those green eyes express the sadness and restlessness she felt. “Don't you love me anymore?”

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Jules kept her back to her, trying not to cry when she heard the pain in Natasha's raspy voice.

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“Because if that's it, we can… we can try to go to those… You know? Couples therapy or whatever to get your love back. Or- or we can... I don't know, I don't want to let you go but, if you're not happy with me...” Natasha swallowed, the angst in her throat not letting her continue.

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That was all Jules could bear. She turned quickly so she could see her, and that image completely destroyed her.

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“No, no, no.” Jules took her hand and hastened to erase any kind of doubt, she couldn't allow Natasha to doubt herself when she had always been wonderful. “Nat, that's not it, honey.”

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“So what is it?” they entwined their fingers.

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Jules hesitated for a moment, didn't know how to start. Just felt her eyes fill with tears.

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“I don't want you to hate me.” The dark-haired girl sniffled. That worried Natasha even more, what was it that bothered her so much? So sad, that she couldn't even tell her.

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“Moya lyubov, I would never hate you.” The redhead cooed softly, genuinely concerned about her, the love of her life.

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“I’m pregnant.” Finally she let go, exhaling slowly.

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Couldn't take it anymore, soon her belly would start to show, what was the point of lying or keeping it as a secret? Lying to the person she loved the most in the world.

Natasha wasn't the type of woman to leave her just because she was pregnant, was she? No, she had always been an incredible, faithful, kind, loving, passionate woman. Maybe she was a little afraid of commitment at first but, once Natasha got over that fear, she was always there for Jules.

ㅤ “You… what?” The redhead blinked fast, it took her a few seconds to understand. Oh.

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“I’m pregnant, the IUI worked but we didn't notice.” Jules swallowed hard and wiped away the tears falling down her cheeks. Was so pale that those lovely cheeks turned red, as did her nose and lips from crying. “I found out about a week ago... or more.”

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A huge smile, a hug, endless kisses. That was all Jules hoped for, but what she got was Natasha getting out of bed, completely shocked and a bit pissed off.

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“What the fuck, Julia?!” The russian exclaimed in disbelief. Quickly, Jules covered her face out of embarrassment. “Really?”

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“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I didn't want you to be mad at me and hate me!” She whimpered, completely devastated.

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“Of course I’m mad at you!” Natasha exclaimed. How could her wife hide something like that from her? “You went to the meeting with the blackmailer and you are pregnant!”

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But far from seeming bothered by the idea that they were having a baby, or terrified by it, Natasha was completely mad because her wife put her and their child's lives at risk by going with them.

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“You were punched in the stomach, for God's sake!” Nat hurried over to put a hand on Jules belly, extremely concerned. “Don’t fucking do that again!”

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Surprised by that, noticing the concern on her lover's face, Jules just sighed. Her eyes swollen from crying. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

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“How are you so sure?” Natasha insisted, looking at her and then at her belly. She caressed it gently, those green eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

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Of course, she would never be upset by the idea of bringing a child into the world, perhaps a little scared because all this would bring consequences and she was afraid that exactly what happened, would happen. That they were in danger.

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“Dr. Cho said she didn't think there was any danger because there was no bleeding, but we would find out better on the ultrasound next week.”

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Natasha sighed with relief upon hearing those words, all she wanted is for the baby and her wife to be okay. Jules nodded slowly, carefully watching all the gestures and looks of Nat. She felt so dumb, so stupid, how could she have thought that Natasha would be mad at her? Although her words had made it seem like she was glad the IUI wasn't working, Nat would never turn her back on her kid.

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“You’re pregnant.” Nat whispered, then allowed herself to smile. She was finally beginning to realize what that meant. “Oh my god, we're having a baby!”

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“We are!” Jules smiled wiping away her tears.

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“We’re going to be moms!” Natasha exclaimed excitedly, taking her wife's hands and then hugging her tightly. “We must take good care of the baby, okay? We have to. Promise me.”

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“I promise… Are you really happy about this?” Jules giggled through her tears, completely happy to see her redhead so excited about the pregnancy.

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“You’re kidding? I’m ecstatic!” Nat leaned down to kiss her lips over and over again until she crouched down, facing Jules belly. “Hello there, Зайчик… I’m your mama Natasha. Your other mom in fact, because you have two, and that means you're going to be very, very loved!” Nat kissed her belly and leaned her forehead against it, smiling widely. Oh, it felt so good. “We love you.”

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The redhead spent a while 'chatting' with her baby and Jules watched everything with a look of pure love, until they both decided to jump on the bed with happiness, celebrating that beautiful news.

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Since the meeting with the blackmailer that night, Wanda was more nervous than ever. She was grateful that her little ones were visiting their grandparents that weekend, allowing her to have a bit of peace for at least two days.

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The brunette walked around the house, taking some things that the twins left lying around and putting them in its place. She didn't mind having to do it anyway, it was just throwing the clothes in the washing machine and at least it kept her busy with something.

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“Fuck.” The brunette muttered under her breath when she saw a sock under the furniture, those kids left their stuff all over the place. Wanda end up sighing and bent down to take it but something shiny caught her eye. As if from the dark depths of that piece of furniture, something shamelessly winked at her.

A black t-shirt, but the most important thing was that when she took it, her hands were stained with glitter.

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Hands that began to tremble just by seeing the shirt; the blackmailer's son of a bitch was none other than her husband.

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"VISION!” She exclaimed aloud, rushing out of the room to head to the garage, where he had his office. She entered without further ado, breaking in that 'sanctuary'.

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"Wanda, what's going on?" the blond growled, clearly annoyed by the sudden invasion.

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“What is this?" She held up that black shirt, completely covered in glitter. It didn't take an answer, Vision's surprised and terrified look said it all.

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“Wanda, I-” He exhales. “Okay. I can explain this.”

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Of course he doesn't know how to do it, especially when Wanda's eyes widened. Oh, she was mad. “Oh, my God, Vision. What did you do?”

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“Okay, just-just…” He got up from his seat and tried to get closer but the brunette moved away, looking at him with a truly terrifying fury and disappointment.

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“What did you do?” Wanda hissed.

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“Just listen to me.” Vision closed the door. “You were never supposed to get involved in this.”

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Wanda remained still, waiting for a convincing answer.

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“It just... It got out of control.” The english man sighed and placed a hand across his face. “Listen, that damn store...”

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“Our store?” Wanda frowned and crossed her arms. Everything seemed to get worse and worse.

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“Yeah, but this new one... Bloody ElectronicsFam.com” He growled angrily. “They are running me out of business. They got virtually no overhead. They mass-produce all their own inventory. What the hell am I supposed to do?”

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The expression on the man's face only made Wanda want to slap him more and more. They had bought that store with the money the insurance gave her for the plane accident. She understood that Vision felt guilty but this was too much. “So you… you blackmailed us?”

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“Not you. I thought I had to...” Vision sighs, so defeated. “I thought... Jennifer, she's a lawyer and you know… maybe Y/N had the cash.”

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Wanda closed her eyes, trying not to explode. She obviously murmured some sokovian insults that the man couldn't even understand. He wasn't a bad man, but he was a complete jerk sometimes.

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“I mean, I was going to lose the store, Wanda. First, I took out a loan. I just... I-I got a loan from these people, all right?” As Vision spoke and explained the whole situation, Wanda began to think that the decision that was on her mind lokg time ago was the right one. “And it turns out that they were... they were bad.”

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Wanda inhales deeply. “Like... like loan sharks?”

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Vision just shook his head.

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“Like fucking mobsters, Vision?” The sokovian yelled furiously but Vision shooed her away. “Are they gonna kill us? Our kids? you didn't think of them! My god, Vision!”

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Of course she was terrified for her children.

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"Be quiet, Wanda!"

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"Don't tell me to shup up!" She snapped wildly, pointing at him. "Are they gonna do something to us?"

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“No, no! No! I paid 'em back. It's all good. No one is gonna die.”

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"My God, Vision." Wanda shook her head. “You have to pay Y/N.”

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"Wanda, you can't tell them it was me-" Horror flashed across the man's face. What if he went to jail?

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"You have to take responsibility for your actions, Vision. For fuck's sake, you just- they almost shoot you!"

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“What if they send me to jail? Natasha could do it.”

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“No one will do that. Just… get the damn money and you're going to pay it back, you hear me?” the brunette told him seriously, there was no way he could refuse that face of hers. She was adorable but a lot of times, she could scare you. "You're going to pay to Y/N, I'll apologize to them."

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Vision nodded quickly. "I'll do it, I swear for our children."

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Wanda sighed and walked towards the door, but not before giving a final stab. "And Vision? I want the divorce."

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"What?" He frowned, surprised and maybe a bit hurt.

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"Oh, come on Vis. Don't you think that's enough?" Wanda sighed deeply tired. "You don't love me, I don't love you. We are here for our kids and they know very well what is happening between us.”

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"I know you have a lover." She smiled sadly, because even though he was doing it behind her back, she was glad to know that he found someone. Besides, didn't feel so guilty that she didn't love him.

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"I'm sorry, Wanda." the blonde whispered, he took off his glasses so that he could clean them and avoid showing how ashamed he felt.

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"We've been friends for all these years, but we can't pretend we love each other. Let's just not make it difficult for the kids. They will understand."

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"They are lucky that we made that decision now."

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They both smiled kindly, like two old friends saying goodbye, a necessary goodbye in order to move on.

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“I will spend the weekend in a hotel, I'll go pack my things.”

About five minutes, that's how long it took Y/N to get to that woman's house, after Wanda sent her that message.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

‘Come to my house, we need to talk.’

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Y/N sighed deeply and took courage, if Wanda needed to talk, perhaps it would be to yell at her some more things that she kept for a long time.

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“Hi.” Wanda waved when she opened the door, letting her into the house.

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“Hey.” Y/N came into the place, looking around with curiosity. She had never been there, but it looked like a rather… ordinary home? Normal? Pretty good, very cozy.

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Noticed some family photos, mostly of two adorable little ones. Billy and Tommy.

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She followed Wanda to the kitchen without saying anything, expecting to know what she had to say, but the brunette just kept silent.

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“Will the girls be coming soon?” Y/N asked in a low voice, as if she was about to break the moment and detonate the bomb. Kept her hands in the pockets, watching Wanda's every move.

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“It’s just us.” Wanda whispered as she took out some bread, jelly, and peanut butter.

Just them? That made Y/N frown.

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“So... why did you call me?” Y/N leaned on the doorway, watching as Wanda cut small sandwiches. “You're supposed to hate me.”

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“I don’t hate you.” Wanda grunted under her breath. “I'm just mad at you.”

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“I know its because of what I did-” Y/N tried, a tired sigh, but Wanda turned to finally attack.

So done.

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“You broke my heart, TWICE.” She snapped. Wanda spat out those words like poison that she had kept for a long, long time . “Not only when we came back from the forest and you abandoned me, but then you came back years later. You filled me with false hope and illusions saying that you loved me, that I should leave Vision and we should go together.”

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Y/N swallowed; it was time to take care of all the things she did.

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“I did it! For you, because I loved you so much, I was madly in love with you! And when I came back to the hotel where we made love all night and you were waiting for me to do this together, YOU WERE HAVING SEIZURES.” She said with a shaky voice, those green eyes showing not only anger but also fear and sadness at that horrible memory. The scariest moment of her life.

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I’m sorry-”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“When I got back to the hotel, smiling, ready to face the world with you… you were choking on your own blood because you overdosed. AGAIN.” The brunette wiped away a tear that fell down her cheek. “You died, I saw you die that day.”

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Y/N was silent, couldn't say anything because she knew perfectly well that Wanda was right. How much she had hurt that woman was unforgivable, but love was always there.

Maybe love wasn't enough.

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“And the paramedics brought you back to life.” Wanda turned her gaze to the sandwiches, taking a deep breath to calm down and put the tiny sandwiches in the fridge. “You stole those drugs from the hospital, and you could have gotten Jules fired or jailed.”

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“I know.” Y/N swallowed, looking down. “I did terrible things.”

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“Yes, you did and everyone thinks I'm the bad guy, and i’m cruel or- or impatient, but I'm not! Don't tell me I hate you, because I don't.” The sokovian whispered so hurt. “I'm not the bad guy here. You broke me first, twice.”

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But even though Y/N could have turned and left and not take all those words anymore, she came closer and put a hand on Wanda’s shoulder. And despite the fact that the sokovian refused at first, slowly she allowed herself to be hugged tightly for a while.

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“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/N sighed, knowing something else was wrong. “I know you're mad at me, but I also know there's more.”

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Wanda looked up, Y/N knew her too well. The brunette moved away from the embrace, leaning against the kitchen counter next to Y/N. Like two old friends.

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“Vision is cheating on me.” Wanda started. “I've known for a while now.”

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Y/N just nodded and then exhaled furiously, like a rampaging, raging bull. How could he do that to Wanda? Just like that? To that woman? “’Kay… I’m gonna kick his ass. He is in the store right now?”

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“No, that’s not-” Wanda interceded, getting in the way.

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“I'm not going to let him treat you like this.” Y/N growled.

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“Stop.” She put her hands on Y/N and slowly pushed her back onto the counter, returning to where they were. “That's not what got me like this!”

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“So what is it?”

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“Vision is cheating on me, yeah… but I don’t even care.” The brunette shrugged lightly. “It is as if we both know that we don’t love each other, but… the kids. You know? Anyway, that's not the worst or the most important thing.”

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Y/N kept silent, hoping that Wanda would dare to say it, especially when the sokovian seemed to start walking in circles, trying to get up the courage to tell her the truth.

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“Vision is the one who's been blackmailing us.” Finally, Wanda released it as if it were nothing.

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And Y/N's reaction was exactly what she expected. The dark-haired woman just opened her eyes wide, her jaw tensed, making her look perhaps quite attractive, or at least that's what Wanda thought for a moment.

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“What?” Y/N exploded angrily. “The fuck?! I’m gonna kill him.”

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“No, you won’t.” Wanda pointed at her, trying to calm her down but Y/N frowned even more annoyed. Was she going to defend him now?

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“H-he needed the money, apparently the store was not paying off.” Wanda pinched the bridge of her nose, even more frustrated than before. “Because of this… online store or something.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y/N noticed that she didn't seem too happy with that news either. Surely Wanda was also upset when she found out.

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“The business began to fall apart, he was asking for loans but it was dirty money.” Wanda sighed.

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Y/N nodded slowly, at least this meant something good and that was that no one else knew what they did in the forest. That was good.

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“So you both owe me 50 grand.” Y/N teased, trying to make her feel better or smile.

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“HE does.” Wanda clarified, finally smiling. A genuine smile. Y/N won and her heart knew it.

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“I'm going to break his fucking legs, man.” Y/N exhaled deeply and shook her head. “At least we don't have to worry about our past getting out of here. Right?”

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Wanda just nodded.

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“Does he know EVERYTHING that happened there? Did he read all your diaries?” she narrowed her eyes.

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“No, he just saw the drawing and thought it was important. He doesn't know what truly happened.” Wanda began to play with her rings, so embarrassed, everything that happened was her fault. “I promise I'll pay you back.”

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“No, he will.” Y/N smirked. “We'd better tell the others. They'll be glad to know there's no danger.”

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“I don't know, I don't want them to be mad at me.”

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Y/N kept watching her, she was seventeen years later and she still looked so beautiful. Now she looked more mature, those green eyes showed how much she had matured but that made her more beautiful and sensual. And that body? Wow, she really was a mommy.

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“You have to tell them the truth, that's what it's all about.” Noticing how worried Wanda looked, Y/N placed a hand on her shoulder. “They love you, believe me they won't care as long as you're fine. Besides that you had nothing to do with this.”

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“Do you think they won't hate me?” Wanda's voice melted Y/N's heart, who only quickly denied.

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“They have hearts too big, look why I'm here.” The taller one shrugged. “Plus, I think they have bigger fish to fry between them.”

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“What do you mean?” The brunette asked worriedly.

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“Jules is pregnant.” Y/N smiled happily, but after a few seconds she realized the huge mistake she made. “I mean, fuck, I wasn't supposed to say anything! You can't say anything! I promised not to say it!”

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Y/N panicked, opening her eyes wide, but Wanda only opened her big eyes in surprise and couldn't help but smile widely. That was much more important than all this, her best friends were going to be moms. That joy cast out any fear she might have.

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“Oh my god, Y/N!” Wanda squealed. “That’s good news, right? We must celebrate!”

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“So good, right?! But remember, don't say anything.”

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They both looked like two excited kids, laughing over that beautiful news as if it were themselves.

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“But wait, Nat doesn’t now that and Jules doesn't know how she's going to take it.” y/n pursed her lips watching as Wanda took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet and two glasses.

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“Damn.” Wanda said worriedly. “Oh, god, she was hit the other day! Is she okay?”

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“She is. I went with her to the doc, she's fine for now.” she nodded and took the glass, somewhat doubtful.

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“Oh, thank god. Thank you for telling me this.” She was going to take the bottle to open it but Y/N touched her arm gently, getting her attention. “I was so worried that-”

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“Wait, Wanda?”

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“Yeah?” she frowned.

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“I don't drink anymore. I'm still recovering.” Y/N wrinkled her nose. “Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you but…" She swallowed and shrugged a bit shy.

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“…OH! I’m so sorry!” The sokovian exclaimed in embarrassment, quickly setting the bottle aside. She didn't know what to say, feeling so ashamed that she was so inconsiderate. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

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“It’s okay, I’m trying my best. It's not like I'm desperate to drink anyway.” Y/N smiled kindly.

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And for a moment, Wanda felt that she was seeing that eighteen-year-old girl again, so kind, attentive and considerate. That Y/N that completely stolen her heart years ago.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Please, don’t look at me like that.” Wanda shook her head and turned to leave the kitchen and arrange some things in the living room, some thrown cushions and joysticks.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Like that?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Like a fucking sad but loving puppy.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Why?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Because I can't deal with your ‘unrequited love victim’ look right now.” Wanda shook her head. Y/N followed Wanda around the place, helping her to pick up some cushions. “Stop that.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

"But I love you.” Y/N smirked, wasn't going to stop, not anymore.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Please, stop.” Wanda pointed her finger at her and ended up taking the cushion out of her hands.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I can’t.” She was willing to do everything to make it better, to have Wanda by her side, in any way. “It kills me not being able to have you, not being able to be with you. I love to see you happy, I love to see you smile, but don't think that it doesn't hurt me not to have you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Well, you seemed fine when-”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I know!” Y/N stepped forward. She perfectly knew everything she did, and despite the fact that she has changed, Y/N knew that she would have to endure those comments forever. “I know, and it wasn't right or fair. I was sick and I was sunk deep into the abyss and I started to sink you too.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

She sighed heavily, taking over all her actions. As many times as necessary.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“And I’m sorry, but i'm done apologizing.” At Wanda's surprised look, Y/N stepped forward to take her hand. “I can't keep sinking anymore, that's why I'm here. Because I love you, because I love my friends, and because I want to love myself a little more. No one deserves what I did to you all, and I want to make it right. I have to do it, okay?”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N sighed deeply. Would fight whatever it took to keep the people she loved close. Time to mourn was over, now she just had to build and take care of the future.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I am taking responsibility for it. We all screwed up in one way or another. I’m sober, I’m better and I’m trying my fucking best.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Wanda just nodded, completely fascinated by that image. With a different Y/N, mature and much more responsible. She looked so attractive… It was too much, so tired of fighting the tension between the two; Wanda ended the distance and kissed her lips with a passion that surprised them both.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Y/N was quick to kiss her back, pushing the brunette against the wall. The warmth of her body and her lips wrapped around her in such an exquisite way, she felt like coming home.

Her heart beat again after so long, the reason why she was still alive was right there.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

It wasn't a cute and tender kiss, it was a kiss full of passion and need. From two people who missed each other too much and had been away for a long, long time.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Wanda, we're at your house.” Y/N cursed herself for being the voice of reason, but even so, she didn't stop and kept devouring the sokovian's neck. “Vision or the kids could come.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

When was the last time Wanda felt wanted? Needed and desired. A long time ago, she hadn't had sex with Vision in a long time and right now, her legs were shaking like she was that same needy young self again.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“He’s not coming... the kids won't be around for the whole weekend.” Wanda could barely whisper, feeling how her legs were so weak. “Oh god.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Between kisses and caresses, both ended up in Wanda's room, tangled between the sheets. Their naked bodies complemented each other once more; Wanda's hands ran over Y/N's bare back over and over again.

ㅤㅤㅤ

“Fuck me.” She whispered against Y/N’s lips between kisses and bites. “Now. Please.”

ㅤㅤㅤ

Feeling that paradise existed in the hands of Y/N, she got carried away. Legs that trembled, lips that ran over the skin over and over again. Wanda bit her skin as if she wanted to mark that woman as hers once more.

Because she was always hers.

The moans, the screams of pleasure, the biting.

The way in which Wanda sought to take Y/N's hands for her to cling to before reaching orgasm, or how her tongue ran through that wet sex with a unique devotion.

The way their breasts swayed with each movement, how their muscles contracted and then released at the peak of pleasure. How Y/N's hands gently squeezed the brunette's neck, how she licked her thumb, teasing her. Needing more.

It was an incredible night for both of them, who ended up sweaty, sore and happy hugging in that bed.

So... 👀🐝 Now do you understand Wanda's anger better? And you haven't read it yet.

Hope you enjoyed, this is turning interesting and good. I'm already working on the finale and... it might make you smile, cry, or both. Some intense stuff is coming so, I just want to let you know that. Clearly many didn't survive the forest.

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#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader

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nkogneatho · 10 months

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i am in the kitchen, making french onion soup with bread. i was gonna go with tomato soup but we had that yesterday and day before that and day before that. and this is my first time trying it. hopefully you'll like it.

oh look. it's 9pm. you're late again. as much as i appreciate you working hard, you overdo it. come home or i'll have to reheat everything.

it's 11pm now. ugh! you need to change your overtime habits, kento. come home.

kento?

hey, kento?

I pick up the phone and what is about to be the worst phonecall of my life. they tell me you're gone. they tell me you're dead. but how could that be? you promised me. you promised me in the afternoon you'll come home and we'll watch my favorite show as you enjoy what i cooked for you. and...and what about that surprise you promised me?? something about malaysia. come on, don't leave me hanging. i am waiting with the door open. it must be cold out there, right? i have a blanket ready for you. and my arms.

kento?

kento? the soup is cold, my love.

#this is not my usual writing style but this is what was going in my head while watching the ep #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #jjk angst

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cheatr-cheatr-pumpkin-eatr · 10 months

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Yellowstone!Ryan · Reader

!Disclaimer! This will have swearing, the character is already in a relationship with Ryan and will be female.

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____ let out a sigh as she sat at the table, her head resting on the table, to the left of her sat her boyfriend, Ryan, who was sitting at the head of the table dealing cards.

"Would you stop eating that fucking garbage? Dinners almost ready." Teeter said from in front of the stove, stirring a large pot.

"You're wasting your time, Teeter, no one is gonna eat a thing that you cook." Ryan replied. ____ rolled her eyes and kicked her boyfriend's leg from under the wooden table. Ryan let out a 'ow' and looked towards her for answers. The girl in question just smiled sweetly at him before letting her head fall back onto the table.

"When does Gator get back?" Colby whined. ____ looked up from her hands and towards Teeter who was currently making some kind of concoction since Gator had to go somewhere else for a while.

"Thursday, I think" ____ replied. Colby looked towards her with a pleading look. She blew some air out making her bangs fly out than fall back onto her face.

"Thursday?" He asked, both her and Ryan nodded as Colby groaned and leaned back into his chair. "Oh, I'm going to be dead by then." He spoke. ____ huffed a laugh. "I can already feel my organs shutting down. Walker, you know any hunger songs?" Colby asked the guitarist. Walker shook his head with a 'No'.

____ looked towards the musician and saw Laramie hanging off him. She rolled her eyes at the barrel racer and glanced towards Lloyd, knowing the history between him and Laramie. The older man was staring at the two in distaste.

____ looked away when Teeter walked towards Colby with a bowl of whatever the fuck she made. "Oh um... No, I'm good..." He said, pushing to bowl Teeter had set in front of him away. The woman sighed and pushed the bowl back. "Come on baby, I keep cooking and you keep not eating." She said, "I need you strong for later."

____ glanced around the table, eyes finding Ryan when he broke. "Fuck it, I'm so hungry I'll eat anything right now." He grabbed the bowl and spoon filled with the mysterious, chunky stew, putting it in his mouth, "Oh, I wouldn't, it's probably gonna be..." Colby started while everyone gathered around.

"Come on. Don't fuckin' lie." Teeter said.

"Good or bad?"

"It's fucking great. " Ryan responded, everyone immediately stood up to get some, Teeter trailing behind.

Teeter came back with two more bowls a few minutes later. She placed one in front of ____ who smiled gratefully at her friend, Teeter than sat the other down next to Colby trying to at least get him to eat something. ____ picked up the spoon and started to eat.

"What's in it?" Colby said looking into Ryans bowl.

"Everything baby." Teeter replied from the stove.

Ryan and Colby when back and forth on what could be in the stew, ____ looked between the two laughing quietly.

"What do you call it?" Ryan said looking back at Texan.

"Sum bits." she replied. Jake spit the soup out immediately after. ____ cocked an eyebrow at him, putting another spoonful of stew into her mouth. "For fuck sakes." Jack said wiping his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

"What's that mean?"

"It means it's good for you." ____ replied.

"What does that mean?" Colby questioned again.

"Literally everything from the cow that nobody else wants." Jake responded bluntly, "It's the whole cow."

"You mean everything in the cow?" Colby asks looking to Ryan for an answer.

Ryan nods, "Evidently."

____ sighed and rolled her eyes at the boys, moving the stew around with her spoon, "I got an eyeball." she said lifting it up to show Ryan, who just smiled at her. Colby looked at ____ in disgust when she popped the orb into her mouth, "That is disgusting." ____ just shrugged. "It's not that bad." she said after swallowing.

____ head snapped towards Lloyd when she heard a bowl hit a table. It was quiet for a moment when ____ felt the warm, calloused hand of her boyfriend grab her arm, Lloyd than shoved Walker back with his feet. Everyone stood up and ____ felt the hand leave her skin when Laramie punched Lloyd. Ryan and Colby were at Lloyd's side in seconds to hold him back from causing any more problems.

The Bunkhouse door slammed open making everyone go quiet. ____ looked towards the now open door to see a fuming Rip. The man looked over everyone, eyes briefly meeting ____ before landing on Lloyd. Ryan shifted back towards ____ and grabbed her hand, the same warm feeling engulfing it, and pulled her body into his.

"What's the rule about fighting Lloyd?" Rips voice ripped through the air. The man stalked closer to Lloyd before he let out a sigh, "Goddamn you for making me do this." Rip said before raising his fist and punching Lloyd in the face making him fall towards the wooden floor.

____ stiffened when Rip picked Lloyd and threw him across the table, knocking everything off it. Rip then pushed the table towards the counter where ____ and Ryan had been standing. ____eyes widened as Ryans arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the counter with him.

Ryan's legs were split so ____ could fit, her back was pressed up against Ryan's chest and her hands were gripping his arm for dear life. Rip looked at the two before looking at Walker who backed up, "There is no fighting on this ranch," he said, "You want to fight somebody you come fight me." Rip turned away from the chaos and walked towards the door, "I'll fight you all fucking day." He said before slamming the door shut.

____ relaxed after a minute or two of processing what had happened, both her and Ryan were still seated of the counter. She felt Ryan squeeze her waist, "You alright?" he quietly asked. She hummed in response; Ryan nodded in understanding and placed a small kiss on the back of her neck.

#ryan yellowstone x reader #yellowstone #f!reader

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jenthebug · 4 months

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Husband is off work today, taking FMLA because he’s so stressed out about my surgery.

He’s worried something is going to go wrong.

I’m working my ass off because I’m so stressed out about my surgery.

I know that something going wrong is a possibility, but I’m more worried about things going as planned. No matter what, it’s gonna suck. I will be in pain, uncomfortable, a burden, depressed (post-anesthesia does that), and anxious (pain does that).

I just packed up six servings of chicken tortilla soup for the freezer though, that’s pretty cool. Less work for the guys. Obviously less work for me because I’m not doing shit after surgery! 😅

I worry that they won’t keep up on the house. I’ve been burned before (not by them). So I’m cleaning as well as I can this week, all they’ll have to do is my usual “pick up and wipe down” of each room that only takes like 20 minutes.

If something goes wrong, I’ll be in the hospital, probably unconscious. Possibly dead. Then I really wouldn’t care lol. But if everything goes right, it’s up to me to recover as well as I can so I can…do it all over again for the reconstruction.

(Read more for more graphic worries, or don’t. My Read Mores are always optional.)

There’s also the visceral ick and body horror of what exactly is going to happen. Dr. Oncology Surgeon is going to cut my breasts off. Like carving a turkey.

Dr. Plastics is going to stick plastic expanders under the skin, then fill them with saline every two weeks to stretch my skin so it can hold fat from my belly to make two new pseudo-breasts. Imagining that and the reconstruction too hard makes me woozy.

They’re also taking my port, which most cancer patients are happy about because it means they’re “done” with cancer, but I’m grieving. My port saves me so much time and pain. Trying to hit these veins is like trying to thread a needle with twine. I usually get stuck 2-3 times for lab work where they can use a butterfly needle, 4-5 times for an actual IV start. It sucks and it hurts.

It is downright rude that I can’t have weed right now. Or alcohol, I’d settle for getting roaring drunk right now.

I’m gonna have drains coming from my wounds. *GROSS* I’m nervous about taking care of them.

Anyway, I think I need to watch Document 72 Hours now.

#insertcaffeine breast surgery #anxiety

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 2 years

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Post-Hunt Comfort

Summary - Part 5 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)

Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea, smut (nothing too graphic, just mentioned), mild swearing

Word Count: 1883

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too. This one gets a little emotional, I literally cried while writing it. And remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy!

You wake up feeling groggy, yet better. You take in your surroundings slowly, noting the cold empty bed, your laptop beside you playing soothing music, and the lack of other movement or sounds. As you sit up you notice the weapons bag is also gone, having left just your silver knife that Dean had gifted you with both of your initials engraved on the blade, and your gun on the nightstand for emergencies. Your stomach sinks realising they must’ve gone hunting the nest on their own while you were sleeping. You knew Dean would be itching to get it over and done with so you could go back to the bunker and rest off your “worst-ever period” in comfort. But still, you wish he would’ve waited or at least let you know. That’s when your eyes land on a folded note on your nightstand beside your gun.

Good evening my love,

I hope you slept well and are feeling better. I left a bowl of soup in the fridge for you, just heat it up and eat what you can. Also, help yourself to the chocolate that’s in there too, and make sure to stay hydrated. Maybe even take a nice warm bath. Then cuddle with your new bunny. I made sure it’s nice and soft and cuddly, just how you like.

Sam and I will be back as soon as we can. I love you.

Dean xx

Dean had never been the type to leave you letters, he was more the quick, shorthand text type. But you loved the letter and you planned to treasure it. You shut your laptop and then got up to follow his careful instructions.

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You start to stress when the sun goes down and you’re still alone. You’d taken the time to do everything outlined in Dean’s note, including having a nice long soak in the tub with the lavender bath bomb that you found sitting on the bathroom sink. Another thoughtful gift left by your fiancé no doubt. And you’d quite enjoyed yourself, you felt so relaxed and much better all around. But when you notice how dark it is outside all that relaxation drains away, replaced by the stress of wondering where the boys are and if they are even alive.

You clutch your new stuffed bunny to your chest as you sit on your bed waiting. You pick up your phone multiple times willing for them to call or text saying they are on their way. When you’re not checking your phone, you’re staring at the door, listening for the purr of that much comforting engine.

An hour passes and still nothing. You start to feel sick again; your stomach’s in knots. Tears creep down your cheeks.

I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this alone.

Out of desperation and utter fear that the love of your life and his brother may actually be dead, you decide to pray to the one good angel you know.

Castiel, if you can hear me please bring my boys home safe. Please, I just need to know they’re safe. Please protect them. I can’t lose them. Please, Cass, bring my boys back to me.

You lose track of time as you continue to pray and cry for your boys. You don’t know what time it is when Dean, Sam and Cass walk in. Dean’s arms are around you within seconds, his lips leaving kisses all over your face and neck as he promises he’s safe and apologises for scaring you.

“There were more than we anticipated, but it’s okay. We’re both okay. I’m okay. I’m right here, sweetheart. I promise we’re gonna go home first thing in the morning. Back to the comfort and safety of the bunker, okay? Thanks for calling Cass, by the way. He’s no substitute for your badass but he did save our asses, so thank you. You’re always saving me.”

You hug him even tighter, sobbing into his chest as he holds you just as tight. Dean takes a deep breath as he leans down to kiss along the exposed skin of your neck.

“You smell amazing, sweetheart. Did you enjoy that bath bomb? I’ll have to buy another one so I can enjoy it with you next time.”

A small smile graces your face at his words; he always knows exactly how to make you feel better. You move your head slightly, and Dean takes full advantage of the extra available skin.

“I can’t wait to get you back to the bunker. It’s been way too long, baby girl,” he groans lowly into your neck.

Suddenly, you feel super aware of your surroundings and how on show you are, with Sam and Cass sitting at the table across the room talking. You can feel Dean’s growing excitement against your thigh through his jeans. “Dean, baby.”

Dean pulls away reluctantly and looks up at you, he groans. “I know, I know. I’m gonna go have a cold shower, then we can cuddle and get some sleep.”

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You wake up to the feeling of Dean’s lips on your neck and his hands tickling the bare skin of your stomach where your tank top had ridden up overnight.

“Hmmm, I could get used to waking up like this.”

“Good morning, beautiful, sleep well? How’re you feeling? You feel a little bloated still, how’re your cramps?”

“I feel better, for now at least.”

“I’m glad to hear that. What do you want for breakfast, let me take you out … uh, if you’re up for it. We haven’t even properly celebrated our engagement yet.”

“Dean…”

Dean helps you turn around in your arms before sitting up. He takes your left hand in his running his fingers over the ring. “You did mean it when you said yes, right?”

“What?”

“I mean, you’ve been a little distant ever since. You’re not talking to me like you usually do. Are we okay? Did I move too fast? If you’re not ready…”

“Dean, baby, of course, I meant it,” you say as you take a quick glance around the room, finding the other bed, table and couch empty. You figure Sam must be out on his morning run so you climb onto Dean’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck as he just watches you. You bring your lips to him, pecking him lightly before deepening the kiss, Dean instantly kisses back. One hand holding the back of your head, pulling you closer while the other grips your waist, urging you to grind against his slight morning wood. Your lips are swollen and his hands are at the hem of your shirt pulling it up when you hear the doorknob turn. You pull away quickly and race into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You hear Dean groan in frustration before you turn the water on.

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It’s 6 pm when you pull into another dingy motel room in Dallas, Texas. Thankfully, you weren’t here for a hunt, you just couldn’t stand another 8 hours in the car yet, you needed a break. You were feeling uncharacteristically car sick, which luckily Dean was still attributing to your so-called terrible period.

Once you’re all settled in the room Sam offers to go for a supply and dinner run, and you opt to go with him much to your fiancé’s dismay. You knew that despite your best efforts this morning he was still feeling a little dejected. Every time your eyes met in the rearview mirror during the day all you could see was concern. Those looks used to be filled with love and cheekiness. You were starting to worry that you would lose him. But you just didn’t have the strength or energy to do anything about it. Between the waves of nausea, heartburn and your all-over-the-place emotions, you didn’t have the capacity for anything that Dean wanted or needed from you, not to mention the lack of privacy.

As you walk through the gas mart with Sam you can’t help but stop in front of the pregnancy tests, debating whether to take one. You know once you do there will be no hiding it from Dean, while you’re not certain you can keep playing it off as a period with no bloody pads or tampons to dispose of. But you know if you bring the test back he will surely see it. You’re just not sure you’re ready for that conversation yet.

Just as you almost convince yourself to grab one, Sam comes up behind you. “You talk to Dean yet?”

You shake your head and cross your arms over your chest, walking out of the aisle.

“What are you so afraid of? That he’ll leave? Have you seen how he is with you? There’s zero chance he does that! He’s loyal to a fault and he loves you. Yeah, he might be a little shocked or concerned. But he’ll also be so excited to take that jump with you. I know my brother, Y/N.”

You know in your heart Sam is right, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You walk outside empty-handed and lean on Baby’s hood while you wait for Sam to pay. Suddenly a wave of nausea hits you and you keel over emptying your lunch and stomach bile on the road. As you stand up, you look around taking in all the concerned and disgusted faces watching you from around the parking lot. You feel so sore and embarrassed and you can’t stop the tears from falling. Within minutes Sam’s arms are around you as he helps you into the car before moving around to the driver’s seat.

You bring your knees up to your chest on the seat and bury your head into them during the silent drive back to the motel. When you get back you rush in, walking straight past Dean and into the bathroom locking the door. You brush your teeth and then strip before sitting on the floor in the shower and bawling your eyes out for what feels like hours.

You’re not sure what Sam told Dean to stop him from barging in and holding you, but part of you is grateful. Part of you knows you’re deliberately pushing him away out of guilt. But part of you wants nothing more than to confide in him and have him hold you tight while you cry and hold your hair back while you’re sick.

After a while, you pick yourself up, wash your face and drag yourself out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When you come out, Dean’s sitting on one bed reading something on your laptop and Sam’s on the other mirroring his actions. You cautiously make your way over to the bed where Dean’s sitting slipping under the covers, not even bothering to remove the damp towel or get dressed. You sense Dean stiffen beside you, no doubt heavily debating the right move; whether to join you under the covers and hold you or give you space. In the end, giving you space wins out and you bury your head in the blanket as you silently cry yourself to sleep, still feeling sick to your stomach.

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03jyh23 · 6 months

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"Are you drunk?"

"Sorry, I haven't checked my phone all day."

"Do you ever think about the future?"

"I can't help you if you won't let me."

"We never should've kissed—that was our first mistake."

"I'm not leaving you."

"I don't deserve you, but I want you anyway."

"Why are you talking like we'll never see each other again?"

"Am I not good enough?"

"Be patient with him. He's trying."

"Do you want to come in?"

"Careful there, someone might think you're actually starting to care."

"Did you want to be alone?"

"You want me? Here I am."

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Someone's had a little too much to drink."

"You refuse to tell me where you're going?"

"All you do is hurt people!"

"I have so much I want to say to you."

"Don't we deserve to be happy?"

"Are you happy here with me?"

"I can't do this without you."

"Wait. Did you hear that?"

"Well, this is where I live."

"I haven't kissed you yet today."

"I don't need you to understand, I just need you to help me."

"Do you remember anything? At all?"

"Why don't you stay the night? I'll take the couch."

"Please... say something."

"I don't like the way they look at you."

"Is that blood? Is it yours?"

"You don't give a shit about me."

"I know I'm not the person you want, but I'm here."

"I had my suspicions, but I wasn't sure until now."

"I'm supposed to be the one protecting you."

"I trust that you'll be on your best behavior tonight?"

"You're not a very convincing liar."

"Is this seat taken? Sorry, it's a bit crowded here."

"I hope you haven't been standing out in the cold this whole time."

"You look... amazing."

"Would it be alright if I borrowed this?"

"The only time you talk to me is when you need something."

"Do you remember when we first met?"

"You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

"I heard you were feeling sick, so I made you some soup."

"Put me down! I don't like to be manhandled!"

"This is the part where you leave."

"You don't need to protect me."

"What did you want to tell me?"

"Don't run away from this."

"You can't just show up here like this."

"It's not going to be easy, you know."

"I'll still be here when you wake up."

"You got me flowers?"

"Can I come inside?"

"You're not leaving again, are you?"

"I'm on your side."

"I don't always need you to fix everything. Sometimes I just want you to listen."

"What are you trying to prove?"

"Don't be naked. I'm coming in."

"You're an asshole, you know that?"

"I won't cause you any more trouble."

"Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

"You can't get rid of me that easy."

"I was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

"You've been gone for so long and all you have to say is 'hi'?"

"Are you... smelling me?"

"Don't go. Please."

"I'm going. Are you coming with me or not?"

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I?"

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"You're afraid of the dark?"

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."

"You're not the only one whose life was ruined."

"Where am I supposed to go?"

"I swear it wasn't me."

"I haven't heard from you in weeks."

"Did you do something different with your hair?"

"Everyone's staring at us."

"You're soaked. Let me get you a towel."

"I'm not sorry."

"Pretty and smart. We're gonna get along just fine."

"Let me see that."

"Quick, this way. Before they see you."

"I never want to see you again."

"Are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?"

"Hey, it's getting late. You ready to go home?"

"How long have you been awake?"

"Let me buy you another drink."

"We could leave, you know. Go far away."

"I was worried something happened to you."

"I bought two. Here."

"I'm starting to think you like wasting my time."

"I guess I should've told you."

"I like seeing you smile."

"I'm never gonna let you go."

"I can't remember what it's like to be truly wanted."

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

"I wish I could hate you."

"I just want to belong somewhere again. Or to someone, I guess."

"You're not getting away this time."

"Stop wallowing in self-pity."

"Get out of my way, I won't tell you again."

"I'm only helping you to make sure you don't fuck it up."

"In about a minute, you'll be sorry you didn't listen to me."

"I did warn you not to trust me."

"I only wanted to help."

"I've got to get home, it's getting late."

"I'm a little disappointed. I expected a bit more of a struggle."

"You don't have to hold my hand."

"You looked so peaceful while you were sleeping. I couldn't bring myself to wake you."

"Don't worry, I'll get you home safe and sound."

"You remember me. That's good."

"Promise me you won't overreact."

"You've never done this before, have you?"

"Come back to bed."

"Looking for something?"

"Can you forgive me?"

"Do you want me to go?"

"You can't come around here anymore."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"We can't fix this. Can we?"

"Tell me it's not true. Please."

"Nobody tells me what to do."

"You don't even know my name."

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True Love 05

| is true love supposed to hurt like this?

warning: domestic violence, toxicity. don't judge. smut. reader's body type briefly mentioned. reader's ethnicity's not mentioned, but she's light skinned to white. mental health mentioned (medication, depression, anxiety, ADHD, etc). implied self harm (skin pinching, nail biting, scratching, hair pulling). of course physical abuse (hair pulling, slapping, pinching, punching, he breaks bones be fr, hickeys and bite marks??). drug dealer yoongi. everything against reader. reader's 17, yoongi's 23. this is fucked up, like really fucked up.

| and because of you I don't even trust the wind, i question even my merit, my success, who I am, what I deserve, what I gain, what I lose, what i buy, what i sell, what i eat, even my funeral expenses...

It's been a month since Yoongi left you in the hospital to rot by yourself, and you feel worse than you've ever been, even if your wounds already healed.

You had to come back to your apartment since he changed to locks of his, and you've been surviving out of water, snacks and instant soups every two days, no need to say you're a walking dead. Nights are the moments where dread, anxiety and nostalgia have a meeting in your head to torture you, and without the sunlight giving you some serotonin, you're afraid of yourself, of what you could be capable of doing.

Your head hurts and you just can't stop thinking about him, you feel like you're gonna start pulling your hair out of your scalp if you don't stop, just like last night, you need fresh air. You get up and leave your apartment and start walking in the middle of the empty streets, your head empty and your heart aching for him. You must look crazy since it's like 10 degrees outside and you're wearing just his hoodie, pajama shorts and some old UGGs, like a crazy homeless junkie. You walk down the empty streets, looking at your feet, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. How can you love someone who's as toxic as him, someone as violent and aggressive as him, someone who wouldn't hesitate to punch your face the instant he gets mad. You don't understand yourself, you hate yourself for being like this, the only one you can blame in this situation is yourself. Not him, he'll never be wrong, you'll never be able to hate him.

You walk for what it seems like hours, and you don't notice but you're almost at the other side of town. The air is so cold and lonely and dry that makes your skin and nose dry, you're not even able to take care of yourself now, like a stupid three year old kid, and you fucking hate it. You suddenly realize your surroundings and you're near his studio, somehow, you already know he's there. He's always locked up in his studio, working almost insanely on his music. You remember the nights you both stayed there until the sun came out, he loses track of time when he's inside, and you remember how he said he never picked up the calls when he was working, unless it was your name on the ID call. You wonder if you should go see him, what if he closes the door on your face as soon as he sees you, what if he gets mad and hurts you again. Or maybe he's been missing you too and wants to take you back, but you know he's too proud to take the first step.

You look at the building of his studio from the street in front, it's 4 am and you can see the lights from his studio windows, the ones that you always saw glowing red on the nights you would wait there for him to finish working. The memories of those nights make you shiver, remembering how you'd lay on the couch, listening to his breathing while he worked and smoked with the headphones on. He always said he worked better feeling you next to him, it didn't matter if you spoke or not, as long as you were breathing next to him. As you take the elevator to the floor of the studio, you look down on yourself and realize you probably look like you've been dragged behind a car, you try to fix your messy hair, but you give up and just end up knocking on the door, feeling your legs tremble as you wait for him to open. You know the password of the keypad, but you don't wanna walk inside just like that.

After a few seconds he opens the door with a tired expression, as soon as he sees it's you, his eyes widen and he looks shocked. He's wearing nothing but a pair of oversized black sweatpants and a baggy grey t-shirt, looking pale as usual, the red rings under his eyes makes it obvious he hasn't slept in days. He looks like he didn't even shower in days, it's clear all he does is work, sleep and probably eat cup noodles. He looks at you from head to toe before speaking. "How the fuck are you here?" He growls, pushing you inside and closing the door behind you. He knows you don't have a car and there are no taxis at this hour, so that means you walked almost an hour to come here, and that's insane for someone as weak as you. "It's 0 degrees outside and you're wearing that?" He scoffs, throwing a black blanket at you, you remember you used it as a pillow the nights you both stayed here.

He pushes you to sit on the black leather couch in the corner of the room and kneels on the floor in front of you, making you spread your legs so he can sit between them and take a look at you. You wince when he grabs your leg, his grip tight enough that it's gonna leave his fingerprints bruised in your skin. "Why are you here?" He asks, making you bite your lip and wanna cry, you missed him so much, you missed the manhandling and mistreatment. "I just wanted to see you" You mumble, your small hand reaching to hold his that's on your thigh, feeling his slender, long and calloused fingers. You can hear the faint melody of a song coming from his headphones on his desk, Cubase open on his screen. He makes you so nervous, but so safe, like the pain is a reminder of his presence. It's been a whole month and you're touch starved, you would kill to have him back.

He looks at you without saying anything, his eyes roaming through your body, his hands grabbing your legs as if he's searching for something under your skin. He notices the red spots on your arms, hands and legs, you've been pinching and scratching your skin out of anxiety, even biting your hair, he can tell from your wet and broken ends that look like they were munched by a cow. He looks at you for a few seconds and lets out a dry chuckle, rubbing the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "Is that my hoodie?" He asks, tugging on the soft fabric that drowns you. You nod, your hand searching for his again, holding his wrist to keep it against your thigh. "I miss you" You say in a muffled whisper, watching his feline eyes stare up at you with an unreadable emotion, you never understood him completely. You don't wanna be alone again, you wanna stop taking those stupid antidepressants that don't seem to work anymore, you don't wanna be alone in your bed tonight. You want him back, and everything that comes with him.

He keeps staring at you, his hand slowly tightening up on your thigh until it start hurting. You notice the way his Adam's apple goes up and down when he swallows, his gaze is almost feral and you shiver under it. You can feel the electricity on your skin when he's too close and it's so familiar it's almost painful. He looks at the expression on your face, and suddenly stands up, towering in front of you, his tall frame blocking the desk light and casting a dark shadow over you. His long slender fingers find their way around your jaw, forcing you to look at him with a grip that's firm enough to make you shiver. "Why did you come here, huh? Did you come here to beg your man to take you back?" He asks in a cold, almost mocking tone, his grip on your jaw tightening as he makes you look up at him.

He leans closer to you, his other hand grabbing your leg and forcing it to wrap around his waist, the cold metal of his ring against your skin. He's so much taller than you, you feel enveloped in his presence. You feel his breath close to your face and it makes you bite your lip to stop a whimper from coming out. His sharp, feline eyes staring down at you, his hand sliding to your neck, grabbing it so you stay still. "I know how much you miss me" He growls, squeezing your skin making you wince. "You're such a masochist, coming back knowing I could break your pretty neck" He lets out a low chuckle, his grip making you a bit dizzy, you gasp for air. "Look at you, you don't even fight back"

You feel yourself melt under his touch, you've been craving this for weeks, the smell of smoke and aftershave, the roughness of his hands and the cold of his rings. Feeling his breath on your face after so long, having his eyes glued on you. His tall frame towering over you, you're drowning in his presence. "Please, I miss you" You whisper as he releases your neck from his grip so you can breathe again. "I love you" You say as he turns around casually, holding on to his arm and trying to make him look at you. "Please, take me back, I'll be better..." You beg, almost crying, you're so desperate for him, for his attention, for his rough kisses, for him. You don't even care if you're giving him an ego boost or giving him a green flag to keep treating you the way he does, you just want him to take you back.

He turns back to look at you, a smirk appearing on his face as he looks at the way you're holding onto him like a lost puppy. He chuckles, a deep sound that rumbles through his chest. He turns around to look at you again and grabs your face in his big hands, his face close to yours. He looks straight in your eyes and there's a hint of a smirk in his expression. "You're so beautiful" He whispers, his thumb stroking your face, leaving a trail of fire behind. His hand tangles in your hair before giving it a harsh pull, your scalp burning, you gasp and whimper, but don't pull away. "I love you..." You whisper as he grabs your neck again and squeezes, now tighter, making you see stars. "I love you" You choke out, your face turning pink from the lack of oxygen, he can't believe how submissive you are. He lets go of you after a few seconds and you stumble back, feeling your throat aching as you cough and gasp for air.

He sits down on the black leather couch, sitting back and spreading his leg as he stares up at you with a smug expression. "Come here" He says with a deep voice, pointing to the spot between his legs, like he's calling a dog. You quickly obey and go stand between his legs, your hands holding on to the couch to steady yourself as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, making you sit on his lap, straddling him. He lets you settle and you start to relax a bit, your body pressing against his hard frame. You cling to his body like a lost child who just found her father, feeling so safe in his arms. He chuckles, brushing a few messy curls away from your face and caressing your face roughly, he's never been the gentle type, everything he does is aggressive, sharp. You're such a sight for sore eyes, flushed cheeks, bright teary eyes, pouty swollen lips, red nose.

He pulls you closer and nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent, like he's trying to get high on it. You let out a small gasp and shiver when his touch and his kisses burn your skin, leaving dark spots all over your neck and collarbones, you missed the marks he leaves on your body, the trophies of his love for you. His hands are all over you, grabbing and pulling you closer, his big hands around your waist. His mouth on your skin makes your mind go blank and you melt in his arms, your hands buried in his hair and your body arching into him as he kisses you and bites the underside of your jaw. You close your eyes, letting out tiny needy whimpers and moans. Is in this moment that you forget the pain and abuse and focus on the deep connection you both have, in the twisted yet strong love, on the feeling of his mouth on your skin, on his magic running through your veins.

You feel the need to have him be closer to you, you push yourself against him, you need him on you, all over you. He takes off your hoodie, leaving you in the tank top you use as pajama. He tightens his grip on your hips and suddenly pulls you up by your thighs, making your legs wrap around his waist, your heart beating so fast you think it's gonna burst out of your chest. He pushes you down on his desk, making some of the stuff on it fall on the floor as he lays you on the cold surface. He doesn't seem to mind he just step on his keyboard. He's on top of you, holding your wrists over your head, his face close to yours. He takes off your tank top slowly, noticing the scar on your torso, a scar the surgery left and the doctor said it won't go away, scars of his love, you guess. His fingers trace the red skin outstanding on your ribs, making you shiver and squirm impatiently.

He leans down to wrap his lips around your sensitive nipples, making you moan like a virgin, so pathetic. He sucks on your nipples, taking his time on each one of them as his hands slide down your mini shorts and panties, a string of arousal between your skin and them. He spreads your legs wider roughly, making your miscled tense and ache, but he doesn't seem to care as he starts rubbing your cunt with his palm. Your eyes widen at the shocks of pleasure after a whole month without it, your hips grinding against his hand as he mocks laughs at your eagerness, he knows how much his touch affects you, not only because the physical pleasure, but because of the mental peace it gives you, like any rational thought and logic is gone and there's just voice, his body and his face in your mind. You want to lose yourself in him.

For a moment, you swore to yourself that this was the las time, that after a month in a hospital bed, you learned your lesson and you weren't going back to him, but here you are, begging him to make love to you and make your mind go blank, to ease the pain of absence by hurting you even more and telling you he's never gonna leave your side. The sound of his zipper going down is music to your ears, you can feel his hard cock hitting thigh as it springs out of his boxers, his balls and tip swollen, almost purple, and you're so happy to know how hard he's for you. His lips kiss your scar one last time before going back to your neck, sucking a small hickey before wrapping your legs around his waist and sliding his cock in between your folds, searching for that place that drives him crazy. You have to hold on to the desk as he slams inside you, your insides churning with the intensity of that thrust, but you like it anyways. His dick inside you, what a beautiful analogy of love.

He closes his eyes and stays still for a moment, his head falling on your shoulder, as if he had just been giving the most pure elixir in the world. His hands run up and down your thighs in such a tender and loving away, leaving no trace of the violent man who attacked you that night. "I missed you so fucking bad..." He whispers, kissing you deeply, slow, not usual for him whose kisses always leave you bruised. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he starts thrusting in and out of you, with no rush, taking his time to enjoy the way your walls tighten around his shaft. He's not just fucking you, he's making love to you, he's worshipping you. "I missed you more" You whisper back between kisses.

You can barely move and you shiver under the thin sweaty sheet you're wrapped in. You don't know how many time you've been here cause you can't think about anything else, but you don't wanna leave. He's laying next to you, one arm around your waist, staring at the ceiling, bot of you laying on the cold leather couch. His fingers draw small shapes over your skin, trailing over the red and purple spots on your body. He's smoking a cigarette, occasionally reaching to flick the ashes on the ashtray behind the couch. You can't move your body, everything hurts, but it's a good kind of pain, the kind of pain only he can give you. You snuggle against his chest, hugging him tightly. "I love you" You whisper, kissing his cheek gently and feeling his mouth curl into a smirk. "I know" He says, taking a deep drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke towards the ceiling. He never says "I love you", but you don't need him to, you know he does.

Everything's okay now, he's by your side again, you're safe, you're okay.

That until you feel a sudden nausea, and it's not the ramyeon you ate in the morning.

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